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Address— ' DR HALT—The Spectacle Man— ST. LOUIS, MO. I 1 ■■■ - 1,111 —1 NORTH CAROLINA DISTRICT I IS SOLID FOR ROOSEVELT , ■' CHARLOTTE- K. C-. Max I*.—The ] Ninth congressional district conven- ( tion of North Carolina, held this morn- . ing at Hickory, passed a resolution by i an overwhelming majority, indorsing J Col. Theodore Roosevelt for the prgsi- , dency. S. & McNinch and Charles E. Greene. Roosevelt leaders, were named , >s delegates to the Republican nation- 1 al convention, and Jake F. Newell, another Roosevelt man, of Charlotte, ( was indorsed for the state chairman- | ship in the place of ex-Congressman i John M Morehead, the present chair man. 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The Mischief Maker SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS. > Tlie story in a hospital on the outskirts ! of Paris. when* a girl. I.ueile Reuault, Is dying from tuliemtlosis. A lieantiful friend. Mate, i I'liriftopltor, tells the patient that «b" awaits to bring to her lieihude Eugene Kateruicn, who had deserted hl* victim. • Mae. <’hri»topb<* toasteufr to Kstermen'a apart- ' luentß, but li<* sneers at “his little friend,” re fuses t<i go to her. and beeotues familiar with his visitor, who teltree him in contempt aud returns to the hospital. .. .1 Chapter II introduces Algernon H. .Carnaby, M. p;. ami his wife In their borne in Grosvenor Square. London. Both are amhittous. and Car ral>y might be a cabinet minister vert Sir Jnlien Portel, under secretary of State for foreign affalrv. out of'the way. t arraby en courages his wife into a pi etended affair with Portel. and she secures an endearing letter | from her hoodwinked Idver. which she promptly puns over to her husband. The- letter is published, and Portel i« dis graced, according to the plot. Portel is going to Paris and is discussing hta plana with a journalist friend. David Kendricks. He rages at the trick played on him. especially as it bus broken tlie encasement between himself and Imiiy Anne Clonarty. When be responds to a knock both are atnaaed to see Mrs. Carraby at I tlie door. Her conscience as well as her sentiment trou- | bles her. She hints at what might have been. ■ but her victim is now cold toward her. He j is called to the telephone, and she disappears, Jeaving a bunch of violets, which he kicks into the hearth. Sir Julien and Kendricks ride to the home of . the Dnke of Clonarty, where tlie disgraced statesman asks for lady Anue. She treats thw matter lightly, seems not to mind the broken engagement and confesses that her ardor is al ready aroused toward another man with an in- , come of a hundred thousand a year. • I Str Julien is glad enough to drive to a case with Kendrlcka for a drink. There, with a pretty girl, he notices a sandy-haired young man whore face seems familiar. Later, at a cheap' case, the Athenee, Kendricks and Sir Julien observe the same couple enter, and Sir Jnlien recalls tlie man as a secret service operative. When he steps out a moment the girl slips a, note to Sir Julien bidding him “Call at No. 17 Avenne de St. Paul and ask for Mme. Christopher.” He is mystified, but nods Ms decision to the girl just as her com panion returns. The aandy-balred stranger quarrels with the girl and leaves tier alone. Kendricks approaches her and learn* that she Is "Mlle. Senn.”- The three, Kendricks. Sir Julien and Mlle. Senn go to the railroad station, where the blond follower boards the tame train and. in fact, follows Sir Julien everyr-here for a month until he finally returns to Normandy. There at his hotel be fin-k a note. "Call on Mme. Christopher this afternoon,” which annoys him into a negative decision. He sterts on a was aud happens to notice that a beautiful stranger is alighting from . a handsome auto in front of Nr. 17 Avenue de St, Paul. It must be Mme. Cbrlstophor, but he Walks on. Within a block, however, the auto stops beside bias, and the chauffeur requests him Io step into madame s home. He brusquely refuses. ’<■ - At his hotel he is called on the ’phone by a woman who says she is Henriette Cbristopbor and auks if be wUI be ready in ten minutes, when the auto will call for him io take him ruling. Out of curiosity be consents, and at the appointed time the a achine arrives. Madame Cbristopbor ask* Hit Julien to make blmseif comfortable iu ter automobile, a luxu rious car. He warns her that be intends to give up no secret*, and she laughs and says she does not want any. She knows a surprising knowledge of his movements, but does not ex plain in any way why she desires his acquaint ance. They do to a little restaurant on the outskirts of Paris, where the tables are set in the garden, each one bidden from all the others. There Sir Julies »es the sandy haired young man. whose naua be has learned to be Fbrter, iu conversation wtih a young Frenchman. He bears enough of the conversation to learn that tbe Prior liman represents some one who wants information from Sir Julien. By tipping a waiter he leatus that the Frenchman is a Ger man secret tervice man. ' . CHAPTER X. BETTER ACQUAINTANCE. The gardens of the Maison Leon d’Or were, in their way, unique. There was no extent of open space, but the walls threaded everywhere a large shrubbery, and in all sorts of corners and quiet places little dining tables had been placed. Scarcely any one was in sight of any other person, although they were so close together that all the time there was a hum of voices. In the distance, dpwn by the river, a large gondola was passing slowly backwards and forwards, on which an orchestra played soft music. Julien and Madame Christopher crossed the narroxy strip of lawn together and followed Monsieur Leon .into the graveled path bordered with fairy lamps. “I have arranged for madame anti monsieur," he announced, looking back wards, “a table near the lilac tree of which madame is so 1 fond. The per fume. indeed, is exquisite. If madame pleases I” They turned from the path on to an other strip of lawn, which they gained by rounding a large lilac bush. Here a small table was laid with the whitest of cloths and the most dazxling of sil ver. An attentive waiter was already arranging an ice-pail in a convenient spot. From here the gardens sloped gently to the river, which was barely 40 yards distant. Although it was scarcely twilight, the men on the gon dola were lighting the lamps. "Madame and monsieur will find this table removed from all chance visitors," the proprietor declared. “If the dinner is not perfect, permit that I wait upon you again. A word to the waiter; ana I arrive. Madame! Monsieur!” He retreated, with a bow to each. Julien, with a little laugh, took his place at the table. “Madame.” he said, “your entertain ment is charming.” “The entertainment is nothing.” madame replied, “but here at least is one advantage—we are really alone. I do not know how you feel, but the greatest rest in life to me is some times the solitude. There is no one overlooking us; there is no one likely to pass whom we know. We are vir tually cut off from all those who know us or whom we know. My friend. I would like you O remember this our first evening. Talk, if you will, or be silent. For me It is equal. I, too, have thoughts which I can summon at any time to bear me company. And there is the river. Do you hear the soft flow of it, and the rustle of breezes in the shrubs, the perfumes, and —listen—the music? Ah, Sir Julien. I think that we give you over here some things which you do not easily find in your own country.'* “You have reason." he agreed slowly. “You give us a better climate, more sympathetic companionship, a tenderer THE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA„ FRIDAY, MAY 17. 1912. Sy E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM j chicken, a more artistic, salad." “At heart you are a materialist, 1 ■perceive," he declrtejd. i “We all are." he admitted. “Every thing depends upon our power of con cealment.’* The service of dinner commenced almost at once. There was something peaceful in the scene. The tables were so arranged that, one heart! nothing of the clatter of crockery. The murmur of voices came like a pleasant undernote. They talked lightly for some time "of the English theaters, of /the stage generally, some recent me moirs—anything that came into their heads. Then Julien was silent for sev eral minutes. He leaned slightly across the table. Their own lamp was lit now, and through the velvety dusk her eyes seemed to glow with a new beauty. “Tell me," he begged, “you spoke of I yourself a little time ago as though i you might have a personality at which j I ought to have guessed. Are you a ! woman of society, or pn artist, or ’ merely an idler?” “I have known something of society," she replied. “I believe I may say that , I am something s>f an artist. It is very certain that I am not an idler. Why ask me these questiqns? Let us forget to be serious tonight. Let us remember only that we are companions, and that the hours, as they pass, are pleasant." "It is- philosophy," he murmured, /‘which brings its own retribution.” • She shrugged her shoulders. “All happiness is lost.” she declared, “the moment you begin to try and define it. It is a sensation, not a state of being. Let us drift. The waters are not dangerous for you or for Her words chilled, him with a sudden memory. Then, 'in the* "act of helping himself to wine, he paused. Someone had taken the table nearest to them, i dimly visible through the laurel bushes. He- heard the voice of the man who had been with Foster, giving the orders. I "Listen!” There was no need for him to have spoken. Curiously enough, Madame Christopher seemed also to have recog nized the voice. Her hand fell upon Ju lien’s. He looked at her in surprise. Her cheeks were blanched, her eyes blazing. "You hear that voice?” she whispered. Julien nodded. “It is the voice of the only person in the world,” she continued, -“whom I ab solutely hate.” “You know whose it is, then?” “Os course,” she replied. “So do I," Be muttered. “I have never seen the mah’s face, but I know a little about him.” She shivered. “Come,"'she said, “let us have our coffee later. We have finished dinner and the moon is coming up. If we walk to the bottom there, we shall see it from the bend of the river, and we shall escape from those men.” He rose hastily to his feet. She led the, way down the path. Here and there they caught a glimpse of other tables as they passed—little parties of two or four, al! very gay. Mads.me breathed more freely as they progressed. Pres ently they passed through an Iron gate Into a field, klready half-mown. The perfumC of the fresh-cut grass came to them with c.n almost overpowering sweetness. Her hand fell upon his arm. "Forgive me,” she begged, “I am not really a- weak woman. I do not think that there Is any other sound in life which I hate so much as the sound of that voice." They walked in silence along the nar row path. Soon they reached the edge of the (river. A few steps further on was a seat, of which they took posses sion. In the distance the gondola, on fire now with lamps, was playing a waltz. A bat flew for a moment about thfelr heads. Somewhere In the woods a long way down the river a nightingale was singing. I “I am not often so foolish,” she mur mured. “Once—let me tell you this— once I had a dear little friend. She was very sweet, but a little too trusting, too simple for the life here. She found a lover. She thought she had found the happiness of her life. Poor child!’ For a month, perhaps, she was happy. Then he forced her to give up her little home and her savings and go upon the stage." He preferred a mistress from the thea ters. She worked hard, but, sweetly ' pretty though she was, she was not very successful. Then she .caught cold. She began to lose her health—ind she lost her lover.” “Brute!" “The child got worse," madame went : on. “Presently they told her that It 1 was consumption. She went to a hos pital, and she wrote a pathetic little note to the man. He tore it up. There had been an article in the papers a few 1 weeks before proving that consumption 1 was among the diseases which were more or less infectious. He sent her a few brutal lines and a trifle of money, with a warning *that there was to be no more. He never went to see her. The child grew worse. I used to sit with her sometimes. I saw her look down upon the river, almbst as we are look ing now, and her eyes would grow soft and wet with tears, and she would teli me in whispers of the evenings she had spent with,him, when the love had first come, and how sweet and tender he was. There must be something wrong, she was sure. He did not unerstand; he did not know how ill she really was. She prayed for the sight of him. I put her off with one excuse after another, but one day the fear of death was iij her eyes, the terror came to her, she was afraid. She was afraid of dying alone, of going into a strange country, no one to hold her. I went to the man. 1 begged him to come and see her. He scoffed at me. If she had consumption she was better dead. He would have flirted with me if I had let him. I can hear his voice now—brutal, leering, hideous! It was the voice of Sir Julien, which we heard ten minutes ago, at the next table. Do you wonder that I hate I it?” "And the little girl?" he asked. “When I returned without him,” she answered, "the little girl was dead.** They were both silent, listening to the splash of the water and to the dis t tant music. "Life is like that," she went on. "We pass through it lightly enough, but heaven only knows the number of little tragedies against which our skirts must brush. Sometimes they have im pressions, sometimes we grow callous, but the horror of that man’s voice will stay with me always. . . . Shall we go back now? "You would likd your coffee.” "Sit here for five minutes more," he bagged. "Tell me, did you know that the man was a spy?” \ She looked at him curiously. "How is it that you know' so much about him?” "He is sitting there with an English man who comes from our intelligence department,” Julien explained. "They were speaking together of someone—l : believe it was myself—speaking in none too friendly terms. There was a wom an, too, whose name they coupled with mine, but I could not hear that. I made some inquiries about the man. I was told that he was in ® German ambassador.^• ' She nodded. *' • 1 "Whoever and whatever he is,” she said, “he is something to be abhorred. Hush! There is someone coming down the footpath." They sat quite silent. Some instinct seemed to tell them who it was. Sud denly they heard the voice—rasping, un pleasant. “You have bungled the affair, Foster. It is not well managed; it is not clever. You were to have brought him to me, to have let me know the instant he reached Paris. I would have seen him. Just as he was I should have succeeded. Now. it may be that this woman has warned him already. She is very clever. If she has him, he will not escape.” Foster’s voice was inaudible, but whatever he said seemed to anger his Companion. "Thunder and lightning!” they heard the man exclaim. "Am I a fool that you talk to me like this? Yes, I go to him —1 go to him tonight, but I tell you that it is too late! If it is too late there is but one thing to be done. You are a coward, Foster!” They came out into the open, on the path which fringed the river, and they were immediately silent. They came strolling along and noticed for the first time the two figures upon the seat. In stantly they began to talk upon some local siAiject. No escape was possible. In a few minutes they were opposite the bench. Foster started a little. The other man’s face darkened. He ventured upoh a bow. Madame Christopher looked at him as one might look upon some strange animal. Foster hesitated for a moment, but his companion pushed him along. “I think,” she whispered, “that man would like to do me an injury.” Julien was watching their retreating fqrms. “1 don’t understand what Foster is doing there, or what the dickens they were talking about,” he said thought fully. “I think if you don’t mind,” he added, “we will return.” “Why are you so suddenly uneasy?” site asked. He shrugged his shoulders. "Apparently,” he answered, "you know who I am and everything about me. I, on the other hand, am ignorant almost of your very name. There are certain circumstances connected with my late career which make it inadvisable—” “Oh, I know all that you are going to say!” she interrupted. ‘But ask your self. Have I made any attempt what* ever to ask a single unbecoming ques tion?” “You certainly have not,” he con fessed. “Your little friend returns,” she whis pered. “See!” i Foster came back to them slowly, with reluctant footsteps. He had the appear ance of a man bent upon a mission which he dislikes. “Sir Julien,” he said, as he drew near, “would you grant me a moment’s in terview?” Julien looked at him. “You probably know my he replied coldly. “You can call there and see me. At present I am engaged.” “Sir Julien, the matter is of some im portance,” Foster persistedd. "I have a friend who is anxious to meet you. It would "be an affair of a few words only, and perhaps an appointment after wards.” "Is the friend to Whom you refer she person with whom you were walking just mow?” Julien inquired. * “Yes!” Foster admitted. “If you can spare me a moment I can explain—” “You need explain nothing,” Julien in terrupted. “Understand, please, that I decline absolutely to make that person’s acquaintance.” Foster looked away from Sir Julien to the woman who stood by his side. "Am I to take this as final?” he asked. Julien turned on his heeL “Absolutely,” he said. “The little 1 kndw of the person with whom you,seem to be spending the evening makes me feel more inclined to pitch him into the river than to make his acquaintance. As a matter of fact, Foster, I don’t know, of course, under what instructions you are acting over here, but I should not have considered him exactly a Compan ion for you.* Foster started. A new fear had sud denly broken in upon him. “I am doing my best to carry out in structions, sir,” he declared. “I do not understand why you should take so prejudiced a view of my friend.” "It is, perhaps,” Julien replied, “be cause I know more about-him than you seem to. Good night!” They walked slowly back to the gar dens. The woman was thoughtful. “I am sorry,” she said, “that those people came along to spoil our first evening together. I am glad, though, that you refused to meet the German. All that he w*ould have done would have been to try and fill your mind with sus picions of me. Haven't you found me harmless?" r “I am not sure,” he answered. She laughed softly. “Ah, me!" she exclaimed, “I gave you an opening, didn’t I; and one must re member that of late years the men of your nation have established a reputa tion ove/ here for gallantry. Harmless, at least, so far as regards tearing po litical secrets from your bosom?” “As a matter of fact,” Julien re marked. “there are not so many secrets between France and England, are there?” , “Thanks in some measure to you,” she reminded him. “You take it for granted, I notice, that I am a Frenchwoman.” He looked x at her in great surprise. "Why indeed. yes! Is there any doubt about it?" "My mother was an American," she told him. “Tell me your real name?” he asked suddenly. "On the contrary, I am going to beg you not to try and discover it. Let us remain as we are for. a little time. You are lonely here and you need compan ionship, ahd I am very much in the same position. You are a hater of wo men and I have sworn eternal enmity against all men. We are so safe, and solitude is bad for us." i He smiled. "You are kind.” he said, "but as for me I am ohly starting my wander ings. I want to go on through Algiers for Morocco, to Egypt and later to the East. I hever meant to stay long in Paris.” "I do not blame you,” she declared. "Sooner or later you must find your way where the battle is. Paris is not a city for men. One loiters here for a time, but one passes on always. Never mind, while you stay here I shall claim yon.” They drove back to Paris through the perfumed stillness of the long spring night. Madame had instructed her chauffeur to drive slowly, and more than one automobile rushed past them, with flaring lights and sounding horn. In one they caught A. glimpse of Foster and his companion, whispering together as they by. Madame half closed her eyes with a little shiver. “Those men again!” she exclaimed. "They jay that Estermen never aban dons a chase. You may still CHEYENNE INDIANS IN WIGWAMS ATTENDING BAPTIST CONVENTION (By Associated Press.) OKLAHOMA CITY, Okla., May 15. Special trains arriving here early today brought a large number of delegates to the Southern Baptist convention, the first session of which will be held today. 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