Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1937-05-21

"Shall we go inside?" suggested the
Military Governor. "The air is much
fresher in the courtyard"
Anne treated the obviously delight
ed old man to a ravishing smile and
slipped her powder blue cape from
her shoulders. Her evening gown,
too, was Of blue and cut low to a de-
gree that widened the eyes Of General
Jacques. AS her little slippers rang
on the tiled floor, Anne glanced with
appreciation at the masses of aZaleas,
arbutus and other oasis flowers that
were banked against the bare white
washed walls and vivid blue, green
and yellow tiles that made the floor
of the long low mansions. The air
was heavy with their scent.
"And have you truly arranged all
this for me, General Jacques?" she
smiled. "Deverite, your Residency is
like dream palace"
Largely pleased, the veteran twist
ed his long white mustache and smil-
ed. He prided himself on the rarity
and beauty of the Arab furnishings
with which he surrounded himself.
Nevertheless, he shrugged little de-
predatory shrug, which set the rows of
hard-won decorations to flashing and
clinking on his white uniform coat.
"It's nothing, ma cherie. All the
flowers of the oasis of Insolah could
not make a bower worthy of your
beauty.
"Flatterer!" she chided, but looked
up flushed with pleasure. always
the beau sabeur-no wonder Tante
Carine surrendered to you."
With her tiny slippered feet ringing
softly on the polished marble of the
floors, the distinguished couple saun-
tered out, Anne clinging to a star
decorated arm which the Comte de
Brionville gallantly offered. AS they
neared the entrance to a wide inner
court, the air was filled with the deli
cate and exotic scent of jasmine. Anne
halted, enraptured, gazing about in
breathless delight. In the center OF
the little courtyard played a spark
ling, tinkling fountain, and every
where among the Towering orange
trees, Japanese lanterns glowed like
live multi-colored gems in the vel
vety African darkness. Overhead, ter
million frosty stars struggled with the
moon for supremacy.
"Oh," she cried, "I'm so glad this
is to be a very small party; want
to be with you, General Jacques, anC
with Tante Carine-it is so long since
last I visited you near Mont Saint Mi
chel."
Patience, petite 'Toinette," smiled
the Comte as they moved among gay
, ~ lighted aisles. GAS you see, were
having but few selected guests tt
dinner. The rest will come for thu
dance afterwards. And, my dear chile
: 1 have for you the pleasantest of sur.
prises."
"What is it?" she demanded breath
lessly. "Trust you to remember I al
ways loved surprises" The appear.
ance of the stately white-haired Com
Jesse de Brionville interrupted Their
conversation. She greeted Anne nc
less afectionately than had her hus-
band.
ooh, 'Toinette-" she cried, chow
old you make me feel. 1t seems but
yesterday that you were little bare
legged girl playing on the sands OF
Mont Saint Michel, already breaking
the hearts of les pauvres petits gosses
by the Dozen"
1t seemed that the lovely old lady
could not gaze her fill of the radiant
girl who stood before her, and Anne
under her frankly admiring gaze
flushed prettily.
"Come, Tante Carine," she laugh
ed. "You exaggerate, for no longer
ago than this morning, 1 met a man
who looked at me and laughed in pity
and scorn."
"Qu'est que c'est?" demanded the
General with mock gravity. "Tell his
name that l may cast him into the
deepest dungeon for his SINS" The