New Britain herald., 1930-09-25

The taxi spun around corner into the Rue de Rivoli, and the glare of the street-lights momentar- fly flooded its interior. Dick leaned toward Dagger, studying the fea- lures so harshly exposed.
 Good lord. you look about twen- ty," he exclaimed.
 That's all I am. But I seem to have lived ages more than other girls
 ITO be sure, but most girls ot your age haven't begun to live, You're on the threshold of life. Dag ger. You've scarcely sampled what ii has to offer"
 The taxi ground to stop in front of the portico of the Meurice. She hugged his arm as they entered the marble lobby, and her eyes wander ed appreciatively over the varied contents of the glittering showcases which trimmed the walls.
 How delightful" she exclaimed. This is what I expected Paris to be. I shall go out and buy and buy oh, everything. l am glad I'm alive, Dick"
 The inevitable woman,' laughed Dick. You succumb to the first lure which meets your eye.'
 They reached the desk, and there was much lowing of managers and assistant managers. scurrylng of clerks and deferential attempts to convince Dagger that she was quite the most important parsonage in Paris that night
 Dick said goodby as soon as her registration had been attended to.
 "Shan't keep you" he explained. You're coming out to dine with us at Neuilly. The car will be here for you at eight-thirty, So long, old thing"
 The assistant manager stood aside with a low bow as he ushered her into her suite.
 "Madame's friends have not for gotten her" he said, smiling
 Dagger paused in the doorway, her lips parted in a long "O-oooh! of surprise. For the salon was bower of flowers; tables held boxes of cigarettes and candy, and books and magazines were scattered here and there.
 Just like Dick" was her first thought.
 Then her attention was attracted by a heap of orchids in a vase on the center table, and as she ap- preached eagerly to examine them, the manager added:
 "Ah, but l had forgotten Mon- sieur le Due"
 Beside the orchids lay an en- velope. She opened it, and a card tumbled forth with the stiff sheet of notepaper. On the card were two lines of engraving:
 Due de Pontoise
 Faubourg St. Honore
 "Chere Madame" she translated slowly, will you be so gracious as to accept tris slight offering from one who knc,i' and admired your late husband, who fought so gallantly for nv France? We, to whom the war is yet near, shall never fail to treas ure the services of those who came to our aid before their own country was ready to do so. Also. and in a more personal sense, he, and those like him, justified ones faith in the responsibility of the well-born. It IS good to be assured that the canallle shall not inherit the earth.
 With assurances of esteem, chere Madame,
 "Raoul de Senac.'
 A flush spread gradually over Dag gers face as she read. Here was tribute to Jack she had never dreamed of his deserving, and her sense of justice was outraged that she should have withheld it from him. Her feeling almost of humilia- ton was intensified when the attend ant hotel manager, mistaking her evidence of confusion, murmured mpathetically:
 Monsieur le Due is one of our great generals, Madame. All France Is proud of him."
 Dagger met the mans eye honest ly.
 He writes of my husband, Mon sieur, who fought for France
 The Frenchman bent his supple back.
 But all know of Monsieur Vaneer- ing. the ace, Madame. He was we'll loved. Many times I have had the honor to receive him here"
 It seemed to Dagger that she must choke with strangled emotion.
 T thank you, Monsieur. If I have need for anything
 He bowed again understandingly.
 But certainly, Madame. We are