Evening Star Newspaper, May 28, 1925, Page 35

The Dancer of Paris oo BY MICHAEL ARLE Copyright, 1925, by the Ridgway Co ntinu “I am so sorry, Noel, that your friend has pneumonia. 1 once had pneumonia, too, and it is certainly very wearing. 1 do hope he will be better soon. I am not doing any cancing at he moment, having been told to rest. You will have noticed that there are Nno more parties in my apartment, and I'm sure your friend is very glad of that! He has all my sympathy—but 1 i sure, quite sure, that he will get better, for oy Martel was not made ‘to die of pneumonia. Yours ever, CONSUELO COX.” And young Anson, with that letter, a very fine parchment of the Rue de la crewed between his fingers, had ssed sentence of outlawry on _Consu- clo the dancer, whom he had loved. And he had remembered against her the words of older men, how they said that the American was hard, “as hard as a diamond.” And he had Gad, she is! Just be- thought: *Ry se old Roy once turned her down! ivod Lord—women!” And he thought of the words of the at poet who had made a poem about the golden dancer’s enchanted feet: “They are he gold dust that lies on the flo 'f the dungeons of gayety. * * ile’ll die, he'll die!” thouzht youns “nson, with the tortured breathing of is friend in his ears. And he made 1t discovery—that he simply could not bear Rov Martel to die, be- cause he loved Roy Martel as an clder brother. It is a curious thi that brother love between men un Jated by blood, a furtive thing, very furtive. but very potent. And he spent much time hating Consuelo Cox, her whom he had loved On tie seventh morning the grave bearded face of Dr. d seemed to lear out the young man’s most fearful houghts. 3 “Dying right under a man's nose! thought. “Good Lord!" Said Dr. David into his beard: “Wealk, weak. Makes no effort, you understand.” D Said Dr. David “104. Hum. 104. Pity. * & ®» And, directing them to do thus and ing he would soon return, ree men, the three silent thus and s he left the men. Mason wandered about with a fatal | air, “putting things straight.” “Overworking like that!" muttered Mason, ‘Weakening hisself!” muttered Ma- .son. And dra ““Oh shut up!”’ snarled Noel Anson. Since that fifth day, when he had spoken with a flash of the ivory thing that danced in a world of white velvet, Roy Martel had not spoken the name of ‘the dancer. Today, the seventh y, he was quite silent—as silent, hought Noel Anson, as death. He was a sick, still man; and his throat seemed to be choking him, and his skin seemed to be burning him. They e him grapes, but he turned his d away. Now and then he opened his eyes and seemed, painfully, to look around -mmlnlllfllllllllllll|l|IlI!Illlllllllfllllllfllll|I||||fil|l||||l |the room. fix on the door, and they would on the door, with that profound, ab. sorbed look of one who is going to die Toward § o'clock that evening Noel Anson decided that he must have some air—"or,” he :old Mas : As he went down the s stair- way of the great white house in the Avenue Victor Hugo in which were the apartments, he almost caught up with a woman who was also going out, as if to dinner, a woman with a golden head in a chinchilla coat. Soft and shining she looked, and a faint scent was on the steps her feet had Dbrushed. r a- second he stopped, for just a second, then he strode on downward. The face of the golden head looked half backward at the noise of swift steps from be- hind her, but he did not see her, he passed her, as men pass the things that lie on roads. “Boy, how is—your friend?"” | Youns Anson looked around, did not seem to see her. And then his eyes would but That night, in the still, narrow corridor that joins life to death, Sir | Roy Martel dreamed a dream. And in his dream he heard his own voice, quite nd_strong. “And s aid the Roy Martel of his_dream, “and so you've come!” But she only smiled, a very little mile. She danced. A moon walked about the room. “It would,” thought Roy Martel “There is no dream without a MO, T A And the moon walked on the dan | cer’s hair, and it seemed to him that he ir’ was a garden of golden figwe nced, softly, softly, this way that way, with a grave white face. It looked very white in the moonlizht, {and her mouth very red, and her | swaying, shining dress very green, like grass. *‘Oh, Consuelo!” said | “I Jove you, Consuelo.” | "I know.” said the golden wraith | with a wise look: and she danced near to the bed on which he lay. “Dear,” he said, “I love you. God, I love you! “Consuelo, have you forgiven me?” he asked. And as she swayed by the bed on which he lay, he kissed the hem of her dress. She looked very grave. “I have forgiven you,” she said, and danced away to where the moon walked across the room. “Thank God!” whispered Roy Mar- tel. She came and sat on the edge of Roy Martel ©Oh, his bed, golden angel coiled in a dream. “Why,” he whispered, “I can see your wings!” Dear Roy! Poor Roy! So il “I'm not ill now,” he 1 proudly. Her hand brushed his face or “Why are “Dying,” he said. “Thanks very | much.” “"And he swung away as if| he had not seen h 4 iL stories. you such a cruel man?” “Oh, I'm n he panted. “I'm |not. But I have been very- proud, Consuelo.” “One should be so proud,” she said wisely, “as never to take thought of pride.” “I know,” he murmured humbly. >ride is mud.” “Children play Consuelo. “We are as God made us, beloved.” “Oh, Roy, I'm as you made me! You found a girl in New York, and you taught her love. You were a great teacher, Roy. You said that love was like igion, it must be done well or not at all. And then because she was a girl, and danced and laughed and played, you came to think that the | 80ld had turned to mud in your hand and you left her. Just because you thought you saw that boy kissing me on the terrace at the Vandermarks' |ball! But he wasn't, Roy, he wasn't! | He was only trying to, the poor bo | Oh, Roy, Roy! I'm surely as you" made me—to do unto others as it was done unto me—that's what I have done with the life you threw away, ‘rucifying love!” whispered Roy 1. “I, too, Consuelo. You've been a dark snake coiled in the hole wheré my heart was; that's what you've been,” she said. “But now"—he weakly clutched her with mud,” said hand—"we’ll be so happy, dear. We'll live together in your golden hair, | Consuelo. * * s “Roy and Consuelo!” she whispered. And in that dream of his she seemed to dance and dance, like a fairy made of _moonlight. Young Anson awoke with a start and listened furiously. By Gad, he d been asleep. He listened to silence. v Gad!” he thought frantically s not breathing at all!” For al- s through the wide open door be- ween the two rooms he had heard | Roy’s breathing. But now! | Then saw that the door was | closed! The door was closed! Who the hell had—that fool, that septic fool, | Mason! | When Noel Anson opened the door {of his friend’s room he saw an amaz- ing thing. “By Gad!” he said. “By Gad!" .And he smiled thankfully, for the {man on the bed was sleeping, and his | breathing, though still harsh and broken, was as the breathing of a liv- ing man. “Well,” he thought, ‘“now what |@'you know about that!"—which was an Americanism he had caught from Consuelo’s friends. ever will Noel Anson know why, passing quietly through Roy Martel's room, he went out into the hall. Per- he intended to close the front always left ajar according to . But he did not close the front door, because, lying across the thresh- old, wasa thing as still asa cut flower, a green flower. 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Yet, with a knowledge of these values, we feel that you, too, should know about them. tinctly different from February and August Sales. this “in-between“ repricing doea not include our entire stock. | | —white as snow | | very tactle: 0 == Consistent with its policy of but two sales a year, Mayer & Co. holds sales only in the months of February and August—even though some- thing unusual takes place at another time. THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C., THURSDAY, MAY 28 1925. movement. And he stared down wflh! eyes that did not see at the golden| head spilled across a bent white arm | in heaven. As he re-entered the sick room Roy Martel stirred. i ““Good Lord, boy, you're—crying!" he hispered hoarsely. Sick men are| “Oh, am 1!" snarled Noel Anson. He pulled himself together. “I'm so glad you're a little better, Roy.” “I had such—a happy dream, boy “Ah!” said young Anson vaguely. “Did you! A dream. AH! Just a mo- ment, old man."” And he went out into the hall again. | “Perhaps I was dreaming, too,” he| thought. Bu. there, lying across the| threshold, was a thing as still as a| cut flower, a green flower coiled so| that its golden head was spilled across a bent white petal. And then— “Good God!" whispered young An-| son. : And he stared like an idiot at the stirring figure and the opening eyes. They were sleepy eyes! “Sweet,” said the lips of the sleepy | eyes, “are you pleased now? Is your friend better?” “But!" sald Noel Anson. “But!” And Consuelo, lying coiled on the threshold, smiled up at him a wise smile. “You see, boy,” she said, “I wanted to cure you of your love for me—and I almost did, didn’t 17" He knelt beside her. 1 “Almost,” he whispered. “Yes," she said. ‘‘Because, Noel, you | are such a good boy, and I am bad, so bad! Rotten I've been, sweet—and £o I thought I'd give you a chance of ridding your heart of me. But when you passed me on the stairs this eve-| ning, like a contemptuous god—— Oh, dear, love was too strong for Con-| suelo!” i He touched her hand. He kissed it, | like a schoolboy. | Back in the sickroom, Roy Martel | whispered: “I wonder if it was—a dream! It was so clear, boy! But I— suppose it must—have——'" Young Anson was staring at the| toneless dawn outside the window. “Of course, It was a dream, Roy,"” he murmured reasonably. { But Roy Martel was not listening: he was asleep. Often as he grew stronger he want-| ed to dream that dream again. Aml} when, a few months later, he had u| letter from Noel Anson in Lon H saying that he and Consuelo were mar- | . he pursed his lips and worked ry hard. | (Copyright, 1924, by the Ridgway Co.) | An e Tt Bath i 001 ALLEN'S FOOT=EASE | The Antiseptic, Healing Powder for tired, swollen, smarting, sweating feet. It takes the friction from the shoe, prevents blisters and sore spcts and takes the sting out of corns and bunions. 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