Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-08-17
Thu Mommnw A Mystery Story
copyright. 1890. by Duiheld and Company.

/ That's all I am. But seem to have
| lived ages more than other girls"
ITO be sure, but most girls of your
! age haven't begun to live. You're on
! the threshold of life, Dagger. You've
! scarcely sampled what it has to offer"
4 The taxi ground to a stop in front of
/ the portico of the Meurice She Rugged
/ his arm as they entered the marble
/ lobby, snd her eyes wandered appre-
/ ciatively 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. I 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 bowling of managers and assist
! ant managers scurrying of clerks and
! deferential attempts to convince Dag
/ ger that she was quite the most i'm
| portant parsonage in Paris that night
| Dick said good-by as soon as her reg
istration hao been attended to.
"Shant keep YOU" he explained
You're coming out to dine with us at
Neuilly. The car will be here for you
| at $50. 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 forgotten
! her" he said, smiling.
| Dagger paused in the doorway, her
/ lips parted in long "O-ooohi" of sur
! prise. For the salon was bower of
flowers; tables held boxes of cigarettes
and candy, end 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 vase on the CEN
ter table, and as she approached eager
| ~ to examine them the manager added:
"Ah, but I had forgotten Monsieur lie
Duel"
Beside the orchids lay an envelope
She opened it, and 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 slow
ly. will you be so gracious as to accept
this slight offering from one who knew
and admired your late husband. who
fought so CALAMITY for my France? We.
to whom the war is yet near, shall never
fail to treasure the services of those who
came to our aid before their own cotln-
try was ready to do so. Also, and in a
more personal sense, he, and those like
him. justified ones faith in the respon-
sibility of the well-born. II is good to
be assured that the canaille 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 JUS
tice was outraged that she should have
withheld it from him. Her feeling al
most of humiliation was intensified
when the attendant hotel manager, mis-
| taking her evidence of confusion, muir
INJURED sympathetically:
Monsieur lie Due is one of our great
generals. Madame. All France is proud
of him"
Dagger met the mans eye honestly
He writes of my husband, Monsieur,
who fought for France" -
The Frenchman bent his supple back.
But all know M Vaneering, the ace,
Madame. He was we'll loved. Many
times l have had the honor to receive
him here"
1t seemed to Dagger that she must
choke with strangled emotion.
| II thank you. Monsieur. If I have
| need of anything"
| He bowed again UNDERSTANDINGS.
But certainly, Madame. We are de-
! termined that you shall be content with
US. You have but to speak your wishes"
Continued Tomorrow