The Glenwood post., 1924-09-25

self every morning at about the same
time, and even If Gerald appeared, he
always accompanied him. Despite her
resentment against him, 1t was always
a pleasure to hear his firm tread and
to watch his tall, br6ad-shouldered flg-
ure and good-humored, Intelligent face
as he crossed the road. She found an
evil counselor in Annette, the maid at
the hotel. who occupied the other bed
room in the little cottage and general
ly looked In for few minutes on her
way to work. Annette, who was thor
oughly French. was completely puzzled
by the situation. She could account
for 1t In her own mind only from the
fact that the two young men were
English and therefore presumably
mad. r5 .,.s-
"But how mademoiselle is indus
trfousw she exclaimed, looking In at
the door soon after MYRTLE had re
turned from her early morning waik
and settled down to her sewing. II
hope my stingy old aunt pays you wen
for all that sewing"
"She gives me my board and lodging
here" MYRTLE replied, with smile.
"That more than contents me-"
Beard and lodgingi oh. Ia, lar'
Annette declared. sinking into her ac
customed chair. THAT would not con.
tent me. 1t IL the tips from which one
can buy ones clothes. 1t amazes me
that mnaemoiseile does not ask Sillordl
Dombey for some evening frocks and
attend one Of hh supper parties
Charles the head waiter, brings me
news ofsen OF them They are Of the
most amusing There are artists
there, and all manner Of wonderful
people. Has mademoiselle no curiosity
to see tifer'
MYRTLE threaded . needle carefully
before she replied.
MILFORD Dombey," she said. would
J believe, take me, but Monsieur Chris
topher dses not think 1t well that 60
to those parties. He declares that
they are for people whom should not
meet"
Annette eiasped her hands behind
ths back q her head. She was vastly
amused.
-Oh, Ia, Ia r. she exclaimed. "That
IL 70 IKE Monsieur Bent! What does
he make q life, that young man? Does
he think II wen for a girl n beautiful
az nndemofselle to sit here alone at
night and creep into bed. while mon.
sieus who adores her spends his time
with other women7 Pooh! Mademoi-
selIe should have courage"
MYRTLE laid down her work. Hell
heart was beating fast.
-Tell me, Annette" she begged
who nre these guests Of Milford Dom
bey7 Why do they keep me away from
/, them1r
ut Is not Milford Dombey's fault
Annette declared. ,"He Is beau gar
con, that. II is the stupid Monsieur
Bent, who should have stayed at homt
IN his dull London. They are all wei
enough, these guests Of Milford Dom
bey's. Some sing at the opera; others
perhaps. have seen life In Paris, bu
for that what are they the worse
what harm can they do? Oh. II ] wer,
mademoiselle, should submit n,
longer!"
"What should you do, Annette =
MYRTLE asked. half-fearfully.
II should put on all my pretties
clothes," Annette replied, entering int
the matter with animation, "and
should come to the hotel. i shoul,
find my way to Milford Dombey-tha
would be for me to arrangc-and
should Just tell him that I had come
that was tired of being left at home
Thea l would whisper one or two o
the incest little things l could thin
Of into his ear, and would put m
arms around his neck, and-well--
know Milford Dombey-he would no