Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-09-13

the due waiting until the solid tread of the
fraulein had ceased in the corridor, turned TO
her face vivid wi h eagernesS and cried:
"Ah, madame. can wait no longer to beg
you for the boon nearest my heart! Please. I
implore you, send the child to my mother in
Franco"
Mrs. Montrose stared at him in stupefaction.
"Bu.-you don't enjoy her visits? She makes
Color famed in his thin face Madame, she
is life to me-"
Well then" she probed, don't you realize
what it will nlea 20 you to lose herr"
He grew swiftly pale again Il realize also,
madame, what 1t would mean TO me TO save
hcr!"
Mrs. MontroSe bridled, Save her?"
Save her. madame" he repeated steadily.
"You know very well and know what she will
become If she grows up in this cold house
, Cold house,
Raoui managed his remnant of o shrug.
my mothers chateau is very warm with Af-
lection, madame even though it has not the
steam heat"
She made shuddering grimace. Dorothy
has described it. Just what do you think your
practically penniless mother in her leaking old
shell of a barracks could do for Antoinette that
can't do for her?"
"NfADAME," he said. uns.eadily now, "she
rearranging her plans and purposes did not
answer. He went presently: In Summer
my mother would take her to the cottage In
Brittany 1t is by the sea, Madame, and there
are bright flowers in the small garden between
rows OF shells and the sky is like a blue bowl
and white geese come walking drolly down the
lane" He broke off, his voice little husky
There the child would be happy and inno-
cent and good and"
Shabby and obscure and spoiled" Mrs
Montrose cut in briskly. She had readjusted
herself. She was not to be disappointed after
all. Here was a new way, poignant beyond her
lveliest imaginings Il couldn't think OF it.
my dear Raoul Really wonder at your sug
costing it-planning to tear q child from her
mothers arms!"
Much as he wished to conciliate her, he could
not keep his lip from curling.
Her mothers arms, Madame very rarely
enfold her"
Scrutinizing her expression, he grew paler
until his eyes were like black pools in snow
1t was to be denied him then-this one last
vital gesture in dead life?
Mrs. Montrose. watching his mobile face,
grew very cheerful.
mo, my dear Due! The idea is preposterous
1 hope you will put it out of your mind"
Her wish, the young man knew, was the
exact opposite of her words He dropped his
eyes and achieved a stern self-control.
His enemy, observing him, saw him slowly
winning back his habitual calm and poise. She
continued to sit uncomfortably on the edge Of
her chair and stare at him. and gradually the
sense of triumph dulled and faded and a limp
and dreary lassitude overcame her. 1t required
a definite effort to pull herself together and to
the point Of leaving. and the Due de Ia Tour
was making equal effort
"Adieu madame!" he said levelly once more
touching his lips to the back of her hand. "A
thousand thanks for your most kind call, and
hopes that something very delightful will
happen to you today"
Mrs Montrose started to reply in kind but
a curious thing occurred. She stood still, look
ing down at him with an expression OF revealed
and naked wretchedness and boredom which
shocking.
Nothing" she said in strange voice.
"nothing-as you very well know-%V happen