The evening world. Newspaper, February 2, 1914, Page 15

The Evening World Ds od HE MAIDS OF PARADISE|t262 NOVEL BACH Ween —~ An Exiled American's Adventures in Wartime Franee—— — ¢ BALA OO} | | sk wa ewe a ea (Author of “The Common Law,” “The Figh ‘ hd ia ccooot || Will Begin Next onday in The Evening World |: INTRODUCTION. He watened me enn ft without rol 1h sprociamation. Where's Jac- ‘~~ , P James Goarlett, © celf-eailes Americon (who tells the story), was in the tied my horse and walked in at the At that instant @ young girl, a more “Bometimes he's a fine fellow gone drum over her shoulder, turned te the nagging; Mrs, Grigg, a pretty Mitie le employ of the French military police a: the outbreak of the Fronce-Prus. (pet Goor he looked at me over the child, appeared on the ‘beach, drag: wrong’ I salt, laughing. "Bo T don't right and passed over the stone crectute, whe was ose of the best Det 4 of cider, and slowly ging a sea-rake over the ground be- ft tan wor of 1870. without blinking. Rind her, she waa a lithe creature, believe any IX or your telmer, oF St Mamet. of ANRoourt over the serqam Shute mere Livin uae’ ” i ju, either, h o Th Me offictat capecity he wos sent to break up a circle of éangerow . bare-limbed and ragged, with the sea- Jo0% Jetine came the dull roll of the drum hat I ted @ license tan on throat and knee. The blue tat- J8Ca' ; ratte whose chef was another expatriates American, John Buc! the etpous to camp for ‘one Rights tere of her skirt hung heavy with Wiles tie teen ee mm Wry Ge. Bingen ft st’ By ‘tome. Buckhurst, 0 thef ond thorough-poced scoundrel, hat I also desired permission 10 brine: the creamy okin on ber arma Wiiave her a hand-bill; at the first order et the Governor of Lerient Deautiful young countess, Eline de Vaseart, ond her friend Out the license, was wet, too, clustering across her glance her eyes sparkled, the color men"——. The wind changed and her fi te mo Sad F copes alasor stunced ath seeped canent her brpeth and reed "Ateatecauey qmeng, the Weve, fan: 4 of countess te advance money for Ms schemes. : ra eaid, contempt whieh ‘Fintatere. ire: Tae te treat ae anid soft. Ine, BON and thelr slow, hushed "Wher rt be . ho he oq el a a if war prevented Scarlett from arresting Buckhurst. He tons wai near, phe a I to read thia in the however, @ diamond crucifie Buckhurst us stolen ~. the Rane. oe the errearn where seoretly to Parte to Oo MebKe eFksi 3 3 3 8 i i or “Tr will you a frano to read ft, Idrard fished in atlence, Jacqueline. Suddenly, straight out of the GSam- head resting “No, no--only—oh, do let me come ing gates of, sunset, a miracle plates; Speed in and seo the heavenly wonders! was wi Celestial sever a tor Would you, monsieur? I—I cannot id and pai rose up = rit up, in & deliciously fresh pay—but would—could you let me dust, of ativer, ik-white reely tinged with the I will read oc notice horses plumed with fire. bat ad edicts and I'll drum for you, e added, with @ quaver Breathiees, Jacaustine shrank back joo!"* ss it hand uy our daughter bent the See et sult, Bets ett wee , ignoring the "9 eager face, ‘sf 2t they,” eald the Ma; a #4 metal chains and ig bs od De 70 aie “Yes,” said the poacher, indifferent on here in Par: sdded, cunningly, "we i E, sai he a HE. ‘i F it HF CHAPTER I. The Road to Paradise. the 84 of November By- me ive somehow, and our animals could not exist on alr, even well-salted air. “How much will it cost to have your town-crier announce the coming of the.circus?” I inquired. “That will cost ten sous if he drums ,, and reads the announcement from here to the chateau.” nee the Mayor ten copper pen- al “What chateau?” I asked. “Dame, the chateau, monsieur.” “Oh,” said I, “wi the Countess Ge Vansart lives?” “The Countess? es, of course. Who else?” “Is the Countess there?” : dame, and others not to my wT asked asl no more questions, but the - Mayer dia, and wi he found it might take some time to pump me, he invited me to share his omelet and cider and afterward to sit in the, sun oaeee his geraniums and satisfy bis or ty concerning the life of a i i i 4 it ati isily dl fal t BFE ili ft a nei if if | 2 Hl . i ened ail your oratt from the asked. - r i uk ur bs E i it " £ Hi black are ; poss emake oil day ang aut nigh, We S{1WAS ON MY KNEES? eat when we want a port,’ “Do you know why z t i H t i : H the ly, * also devil ‘My name is Scarlett.” Pounding of hoofs. Then she caught qraras jour fening poste from the with Coo me beat the “Beuriett,> she Whispered as though Sight of something through the dust f coast?” I inquired. , ‘The girl threw her rake into a bont naming @ sacred thing. See her with @ delicious terror 2) ‘or that “No,” he said, shortly. ‘ and leaped upon the rocks at the Tho Mayor, who had toddied some and ‘she cried out. For there, up Tug Rue the dark ages “Do uu know the hame of the base of the cilff. distance ahead of us, now halted in towering in the haze, came trudgini moth an’ the cony. I tell you, cruiser? faequeline! Don't come up that the square, looking back at us & great, gray crgature, a fearsome, To.” 01.0 them fearsome an’ Kigen- winds are at pla: “She's @ new one, the Fer-de- ” bawled the Mayor, horrified. through the red evening light, swaying thing in eres oe pings, tic mamuels was ‘aboundin’ in the traces rei in wheat, Lance. And if I were not a pat..ot “Hey! Robert! Ohe! Lizard! Stop ‘Jacqueline, the drum is in my flapping huge ears. It shi Past, Soya of creation, the public missed ten in the incline of solitary trees, in the and a Breton I'd say: ‘May Sainte- her or she'll break her neck! house. I'll lend you a pair of sabots swinging @ dusty trunk; the spark- ‘tne Oot how on earth—by @ few sy trend of the cliff clover and anne rot her where she lies; she's The poacher looked up at his daugh- too. Come, hasten, little Idler!” ling horsemen cantered pir Mabgpeses ng the blackthorn and the league wide brought | curse on the coast from ter, then shtugged his shoulders and He reappeared’ with dram and plaxing in the fad eg We nodded sleepily, but gravely. h. sweep of the mooriands. Lorient to the Saint-Julien Light— squatted on his ragged haunches, drum aticks in one hand and a pair ote dragged after, and tie Slee’ fo Ts have laid pertoans alraye eavored ef, the And the ghosts of the Icelanders will his restless eyes searching the level of sabota tn the other. Hy Mung the ff ene, of heaate rolled behind tn acnyram appers*ouoyancy and native work her ev’ ‘4 oceat f b a » r rode down ¥ nome Sreathiess het and laughing, the quite docile now, slipped Both bare veer tea ren nee whitefaced 'Centiomen,” be said, “let's kinder irl pulled herself up over the edge feet into them. Flown, batanced ‘tie Ret on 8 atick saunter over to the inn and have @ ” peer’ packet of blue papers in the Of the cliff, 1 held out my hand to “You may keep them,” said the Clown balsns Sight-cap with Kelly Eyre.” E seppoee.” he opaeved. f leur the Mayor! Monsleur the ald her, bu she pushed it away, cry- Mayor, puffing out his mottled cheeks @nd shrieked. Into, Paradice; ight ene ee ee tn the. wi away reflectively; “it's the aitho, Mayor!” he called, while atill fs er. » cry; benevolently; | “decency must — be Su the circus passed inta ec e nf He gianced about e 5 le far away. ing, “Thank you all the same, but and I turned and followed in ‘a bucket of water over the dropping showers “Cre cochon de malheur!” muttered here I am!” eutenponyee in Paradise, even if it wake of duat, stale odors, and clam- ‘on Kelly Eyre; “You'd better look leaves 7 fanciel I hear the the Mayor, turning pale. “Hee got @ | ‘‘Spawn of the Lizard.” T heard the Efhunk you,” sald Jacqueline, ous discord, sick at heart of wan: Speed's aselstan balloonist, sea ‘And now I rode slowly, in full “the man came clattering across the Seals you weigsie where honest folk *weetly, aliniing the drum across her dering over & wor! | amt of the, gum whore, ff Jey.,an square in his wooden shoot fail to” destruction’ But he. apoko "MP, ang, ehtenin the corde, He Aad at my heels gtole Jecqueline, ‘Bpeed ted ‘the Pra as immense gray band across thi ‘A telegram,” repeated the Mayor, condescendingly to the bright-eyed, “ touching @ looming horizon, and in wiping the. sudden sweat from his breathless child, “Til puy six sous pshty drawn parchment, sounding CHAPTER III. , squealing and thrust throat and nostril the seit stung “I never et 1 ! ” hgosile trunk amon the Prigave him. sweetly and the whol world seemed Saal seared? een. eater rum forme Up uf the Mayor for further orders, In Camp. tsdacco. BEE e 21 (i 48 F i i 25 5s 186 ead BF “T'll do it for love,” she said, sau- ., weitd,"* younger for the breath of the sea. clly—"for the love of drumming, not anit’ 6 ae Crete 5 Sr cl E went into camp under “RU” eried Speed, “tobab! Lat the me The Perches eaeny Se ie nec, for your beaux you, M'steu le Mare.” through’ the gurden out into the the landward glacis of horizon to the dward cliffs the has th; ly, . mamciog alone ate penetonee pe hi geaticaiaeny th waa ‘You laugh ae The Mayor looked at her angrily, square by the fountain, drum-sticks the cliff, in a field of aiveids mesadames: ‘Ten tJ bad al 1 but, probably remembering he was @t cjutched in one tanned fist, the scrolis hich was to be Dow't ; the only when I had advanced almost to es, % your resned his wrath and clover which wi $ aoa’ ‘ie not ugly! Chomit ol] en the cliffs that I saw the movement luck in these blue morsels of paper!” fae meron. senor you read oF pene es eer gee Beasetiie ploughed under in a few ho trankilite!” of wavee—that I perceived the con- When at length the magistrate had that, my child?” stood @ moment, looking around, 2¥% We all were there except ‘elephant appeared to under. trast between inland inertia and the mastered the contents of his telegram ‘The girl, still breathing rapidly then rained the drum-sticks; thers Kelly Eyre, who had gone to tele- stand the mixture of Hindu, French restless repose of the ses, stirring he looked up with a stupid stare, from her scramble, rested her hands came a click, a flash of metal, and graph the Governor of Lorient for rhape It was the cearclessly since creation. “I want my drummer, Where's the on her hips and, head on o} the guict. square echoed with the permission to enter the port with ime Che ~~ sparkling river I town-crier™ he demanded, as though studied the blue sheets of the tele- startiing outcrash. Back from roof and Per" the const * °° And ® + hed crossed in Quimperia | now saw daged. gram over the Mayor's outatretched wall bounded tho ec thostony the circus, Another messenger @l80 they won't It us pass the Lorient , again, apreadiog out ® wide, fat cur- “ie has gone to Lorient, m'deu the frm. Pavement tang with tier racket, Ate loft camp on private business for fortinications.” Pig Btn Bll Mg Bt reed .” ventured the messenger. “Yeo, I can read it, Why not? ready a knot of people had gathered me, ‘won't let us int” cried Byram, Ws tumbled eenwere. sercea the ber; get drunk. I remember. Im- can't your" around her; othera came swiftly to 1¢ was part of my duty te ration hoarsely. fe {neers te wieeas eee seae’ oe the “Read? I, the Mayor of Paradise!” Windows and doorsteps; the loungers dna the not, governor: ing, the thunderous tone of the . iy te, left the stone’ benches by the river, the hay for the elephant Byram stared at us. We had od them. surf and a bell ¢n some unseen chapel Tapeated, the outraged MasisiTais: the made of Paradise flocked trom thrice-accursed camel. The latter counted on Lorient to pull ue through ey riispanscd a stone owes, another: aigaked around the angel goree” cat! the bride, Riven Robert tho L4zard hed just bitten Mr. Grigg, our clown S200 ¢4 snr tae fi eo hard, gov- then the white road curved under the “Now if you are going to say such The” arumeroll ceased, | ue™ ~-not severely—and Speed and Ho enor.” said Kelly Byre, “1 was trees and _I rode st it into the ueline!" things I won't drum for you,’ m8 “Attention! Men of Finiatere! By fT" the “Strong Man” were bhob- frightened myself, at first, but I'm Meare, GC Paradise. ty Roregs Broke 7 the child, slancing at me ous of ts Order of the Governor of Lorient, all bling the brute as I Gnished feeding ashamed of it now. We'll pail through, awaking echoes in the silent, stone- square from the bridge. pee-piue eyes an: ae ae men between the ages of twenty and my lions and came up te assist the enyhow.” Paved square. on the rocks with her sea- 44 Maas led forty, otherwise not exempt, are or- others, “Certainly,” sald Speed, Never had I so suddenly entered a mace you wi bawied the angry dered to report at the navy yard bar- “Wtach that darn elep! too, “we'll just lay up here for a place 20 peaceful, so quiet in the The Mayor thrust the blue telegram Mayor. ‘Shame on your manners, racks, war port of Lorient, on the Sth hy hant, ’ days and economize. Why can't we ernoon sun—yet the silence was into his pocket and waddled out of his ueline Garenne! Shame on your of November of\tho present year, to Mr. Grigg," sald Byram, looking up try one performance here, Scarlett?” not absolate, it was thrilling with garden, across the equare, and up the hair hanging where all the world ca join the army of the Loire. from a plate of fried ham that Mise “We can,” said I, “We'll drum up exquisite sound, lost echoes of the path to the cliffs. ace it! Shame on your bare legs"— “ “whosoever is absent at roll call our “Trapeze Lady,” the whole Gistrict from Pontivy to the seat of war, river running along ita quay of stone, — Tninvited, I went with him. ‘Not at all,” said the child, un- will be lable to the punishment pro- Auray and from Penmarch Potnt to blockade of Paris had paralysed half-heard harmonies of the ocean bashed. made my legs, M’sle vided for such delinquents under the 4 Plouharnel! Why should the Breton where white surf seethed over the the Mayor, and my hair, too. If my laws governing the state of aslege ephant! Peanantry not come? Don't they fortune that Byram had made sands beyond the headland. CHAPTER Il. colffe does not cover my hair, nelther now declared in Morbihan and Finla- nim continued Byram, with e trace Walk miles to the Pardone?™ ious year was already There was a fountain, too, drippini " does the small Paris of the tere. Citizens to arms! of animation lighting up his care- _ A gray pallor settled on Byram's longer travelled by rail; melodiously under the trees; I The Town Crier. Countess de Vassart cover her hair, — 1he enemy is on the march! worn face—"look at him now chuck. #unken face: with it came a certain slept at inns; we could the breathless humming of @ spinal ELOW the cliffs, on a ores- 4, Complain of the Countess to m'sleu Though Metz has fallen through jn’ hay ie back. Scrape it up, dignity which sorrow the food for our ani- Wheel from one of the low heuses y he autre on ® cree: the cure, then I will laten to you.” troachory, Paria holds firm! Let the Mer, cai hay's thirty a ton in brings even to men Iike him, ray etove wnlch tecloaed cee Sannte, on A pe m The Mayor glared at her, but she provinces’ rise and hurl the invader thie war-starved country” “Young gentlemen,” he said, “Tm deine of tees tha bedvot'resign, Mla crawled seaward a "HO telat everybody sknows what {OM the soll of the motherland! As I started to clean up the pre- obliged to you. These here ” by bl ! ‘ C4 4 ! e curi- come to every’! iy, Boo thin was Paradite! | Truly the man, ‘stood. looking out You vere" sniffed, the Mayor-Tund Tetons! | ETAnG® cal ee ie ee ee Te trunk to: Lord. Nnows ‘eat m amiss here, under ci 3 ENTS vault of blue above; Paradise ¢ross the water, And the Mayor RoPody cares, either,” he muttored: Anna! uinte Anne!” ‘Tho eyes of the Ward me, lemme run my show a leetle longer . ' c ‘ , T’ll pay my debts and say, ‘Thy will there in the public means peace to so many of us—sur- stopped and called down to him: nd. world are on Armorica! To arm “There's somethin’ paltry about 7 mperie, passing the cease of care and sound and the “One, the Lisard! What do you The child, quite unconcerned, fell . The girl's volce ceased: that slephant,” said Byram, ins be done, ament ever my horse's nose, brazen trample of nations—not the 2’. ached hale tep beside me, saying, con- Silence reigned in the aquare. paling soem, Tiger Vie kine me out of the hotel on quiet of palace corridors or the tre- ocean—y : “When f was little | men looked at one another stupidly; in Che Band, fork in the other. his way through mendous silence of a cathedral, but “I see six warships speeding fast 04 & woman began to whimper. gittin’ as mean as thai Ft 4 that surrounded us the notselessness of pleasant sounds, in column,” replied the man without like that. But I don't now; I've “The curse is on Paradise!” cried camuel. Make him move, Mr. iM must pay my debts.’ and shuffiod moving shadows of trees, wordles® jooxing up, made up my mind that they are no hoarse voice. A A Day no tenting se ee le, simp! A ‘ better than I.” ‘The drummer was already drawing mae! ily shafied his eyes *, 7 sharply. wwe, ain't goin’ to push A young girl with a face like the The Mayor hast ” don't know why anybody should another paper from her ragged pocket, Bight, Beaflett," he’ ob- Medoabe sale acroes the square & with one tt hand, muttering: “All i wou," 1 sald, loudly enough for and again in the sane clear, emotion: teers nats ghodiently, chutoed ref 1 ile iy aH u bit in is sweating forehead jesebars have eyes like seabawks F to hear, But that func- leas voice, but slightly drawling her wearily cut himself a bit of. tried inen duster, “Can you tell me where the Mayor 7. omeke waddled on, puffing, mutter- words, she read: muy ° ; gaia, liven?” Yanked, Hooking down at het me What epee the eau neat” | mopping every now and then in" “To the good people of Paradise! fnmigend Breneniy we were cost, “Tit tell you what” sald Speed to Fight, anyway,” agded from my horee. north. What eyes the narrow cliff-path to strike flint The manager of the famous American the glare of two smoky petroleum ™¢ “if we only had that poor little 1; “there's @ Change in the moon She raised her white-colffed head = As for’ me, strain my eyes as I to tinder or to refill the tiny bow! of travelling circus, lately returned from torches, eating our bread and ham S'rl, Miss Claridge, we'd catch these warm weather ought to hold, aie A Ry ral emile; “Eman’ would, I saw nothing save the faint- Be pipe, which @ dosen puffs always a tour CA the northera provinces witD eng gotatoes and drinking Breton Bretons. That's what tock the coast. r " jausted. camels, elephants, lions and a magnin- ¥ “Don't you speak French?” I asked, ost stain of nee on the horizon. “Oh, they aN abuse ys,” said the cent company of artists, announces ® kar, & 106 OF Nee Oe ae appalled. PR Lisard! Are they German, child, serenely. “You see, you are a stupendous exhibition to be held in "ome among us were too tired to 'Ho! ta; oul, momelons, a faut your six warships?” bawled the Ma- stranger and don't understand: but Lorient at greatly reduced prices, thus eat, many too tired for conversati bien, The Mayor ie at breakfast in yor. His voice had suddenly become You will if you live here.” enabling the intelligent and apprecia- yet, from habit, we fell into Ma _kitchen yonder, ua o oes everybody unkind to you?” tive eowe Paradine to honor the iaik concerning the circus, the anl- "Thank you, my cbild.' Stones S T asked, ufter a moment. Republican Circus, recently known @8 mals, the prospects of better days. I turned my horse across the shady “They are French,” replied the id Ob, because I am what I the Imperial Circus, with their benevo- ‘The iad! ih geal oy Aaa eo ie the Lisard” _ ve Francet” Lone live the Repubiel reraduivens steed loyally by" Byres ive ce se live the \vea, iy PP rit yatipey og Ae “Ohe, “Ah!” she said, up at me Lorg live the Circus!” fm his anxiety and need. Mise . ‘with delicious malice, “what is a A sesvunding Col Of the Gram ented one Beles ‘Lieard, I want somebody to drum aad poacher, monsieur?” the announcements, the /)rb/tung the optimism; Mrs, ee ee ee + — dErieey uM Pla ag pis une ¢] il a F