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14 NORTH SHORE BREEZE Ber ie eee 5 ee ee ae ee ere ee ed 
By Booth Tarkington 
He looked at me reproachfully. “Has 
monsieur been troubled by the people 
“Tt is a book.” 
When they returned this book fell from 
the pocket of that other monsieur’s 
sentmindeg 
straint and 
hall thesste- 
Georgia darky 
ing, so shamefully stuffed with sand- 
wich that I dared not speak. 
turely gray hair, and, as Amedee said, 
was not at all vague. 
Instantly per- 
ceptible, it was an investiture, mark- 
. “No; you have never told me 
fellow blankly. The next evening Amedee allowed for my cy sta mess 1 & Tatner snappy painter no longer his gray hair, he might have passed _ eg ue a: have-serer-teld te 
“To me.” me to perceive that he was concealing wag makin, ee time my young), but this woman was not of for twenty-two or twenty-three, and adding irrelevantly, “I believe this 
Ss AAA i cage a i epee Ning Apgar Dis Bit. a8 he. stoked hand, falliy aclous pocket that priggish pupae wi dh a aa Pe ar ric ae ae es ony gentleman knows her. He says he 
Amedee placidly. “It is the same the coffee machine. aPeie 1; é haze ward glance recognized my exi short of thirty. But there are i : 
THE GUES thing.” , : “What is that?” I said. my es) F pongonraer to asa fellow being, and she sek eV of handsome young fellows with prema- gira See a ae vex 1g 
7 d it by a faint smile, w y 
Se emueneh /4Degen, Suck. with @ eat. Wh ing suddenly knowledge : ut it,” said the pro- 
eavieeh shoukbs, vif i will prove quite “But why do you bring it to me?” aware that eee began was of courtesy only, Abe a ae though out of the world we were am gery: fr 
OF UESNAY the same thing in my own case. I sup- | “Monsieur,” he replied in the tones to eat AM. sandwiches ae a2 Pierehce iON a it. It was the neweomer's singular mir ently 5 eee 
ose you have not mentioned the cir- of an old conspirator, “this afternoon without mie pere | stood. at the irst sound ¢ er aint hich! eetabite 
mii of my being here to your the professor and that other monsieur Absorbeq Be dis leaped into A a Cae sist Amedee’s vagueness pee ian re a gt Dee tees ae a oars 
friend Jean Ferret of Quesnay?" went, as usual, to walk in the forest. gust at mpyewas eating ab- stool twenty feet an the thing itself—the “singu 0! _Keredee, 
arm. 
“But why?’ persisted the young 
Copyright, 1908, by the McClure Company of the chateau? Have they done any- coat as he ascended the stair, and he attacking afi] when a pleas- Be teredees arauilaten Ade tee i” SS gat ER ter tie saree SSC FN BUD ed siete he 
eee ry oe ee Seirway Domeeny ate.) pict al a ee biped big Mee Sat ack eal Wentworth’s algebra Pine we po ful that it almost consoled me for my a response to his question | asked his broad felt hat and hurriedly wiped 
“No: certainly they haven't.” I was _—elementary principles. Painful recol- “Pardon, Permit me to eaperineey : pee him another: f his vast and steaming brow. It is 
[CONTINUED.] ‘obliged to retract at once. “I beg your _ lections of my boyhood and the bi- pass, if yoy Then, discovering that I ay os “Were the roses real or artificial? better if we do not discuss it now.” 
aS es pardon, Amedee.” momial theorem rose in my mind ag 1 turned jpn to behold a the horrid remains of a sausage sara “I don’t know,” he answered, with “But I might not ee ae ‘ 
CHAPTER III. “Ah, monsieur!’ He made a depre- 1 let the leaves turn under my fingers. dark eyed ijingly dressed in wich in my hand, | threw at ante the what I took to be a whimsical as- “I do not kuiow the : v. a 
NB evening | returned to the eatory bow, which plunged me still His tone became even more confiden- lilac and ng for me to underbrush with Hanecestary nee sumption of gravity. It wouldn't’ with some sharphess. ave 
inn to find a big van from deeper in shame. “All the same,” he tial. ‘Part of it, monsieur, is in Eng- = make way could pass. . and, recovering my camp gs ob matter, would it? Have you seen seen her until this a ternoon.” ie 
Dives, the nearest railway pursued, “it seems very mysterious— lish, That is plain. | have found an I have }j { “turned in down to work. I did not imme ete her?” ee Upon this ‘that CAEN Oe 
station, drawn up in the court- this Keredec affair - cs English word in it that I know—the confusion."pis that 1 jump- begin. At thought of the jig 5 a “Isn’t your description, I said grave- tonished me in good earnest. eare E 
yard at the foot of the stairs lead- When a man is leading a very quiet word ‘O.’ But much of the printing is ed like a kijgt with infinitely danced to it my face burned aga ae ly, thinking to suit my humor to his ing my eyes eagerly sibel an clear, ne 
ing to the gallery, and all the people and isolated life it is thant celtic also in Arabic. Yes, monsieur, look less grace. |fjy nervous haste Suddenly a snapping of twigs un =e own, “somewhat too general? ; A great quisitive gaze, he took a step towar 
of the inn, from Mme. Brossard (who what trifles will occupy and concen- pistes aece siaid (ny fat” foreinger (on apeto clear thaliz only to Duabiee foot and .aswishing of branches 4 me! many white hats trimmed with roses me and said: f 
directed), to Glouglou (who madly at- tate hin Unitont Th pee “(atbt=a?+2ab+b2.” “That is Arabic. the camp $@— the path with thicket warned me of a second in- might come for a stroll in these You are sure you are telling the 
3 DS ae pe sree Old Gaston has been to Algeria. He my foot, |MMuch valor into truder forcing a way toward the path woods.” truth?” 
tempted the heaviest pieces), busily 
with a 
treated the ‘“Keredec affair” : : a 
i . <i : 2 : looked at the book and told me it was the push, g@@porror saw the through the underbrush, and very “I have seen her only once before, The professor uttered an exclama- 
az acking “ ’ 5 : : ; i 
rie agua pout 4 ore i bs ahead fees ie ate Arabic.” camp stoolfi@jair and drop to briskly, too, judging by the sounds. he responded promptly, with a seri- tion of horror, sprang forward and 
“great man of science” on the second ae aks ae ae ute aenctey I shed no light upon him. The book the ground gffly a third of the He burst out into the glade a few = oygness apparently quite genuine.  elutched his friend’s arm again. ‘“Mal- 
fioor of the east wing of the building. Mater EP eins a PACs Ma had been Greek to me in my tender distance acglade. Upon that paces from me, a tall man in white “That was from my window at an inn heureux!”’ he cried, and then to me: 
Neither the great man nor his compan- 
fon was to be seen, however, both hay- 
ing retired to their rooms immediately 
upon their arrival, so Amedee inform- 
ed me. 
I made my evening ablutions, re 
moving a Joseph’s coat of dust and 
paint, and came forth from my pavil- 
ing at dinner a detailed report of the 
day’s doings of Professor Keredec and 
his companion. 
The reports were voluminous, the de- 
tails few. Professor Keredec’s voice 
could often be heard in every part of 
the inn, at times holding forth with 
such protracted vehemence that only 
one explanation would suffice — the 
years. It was a pleasure now to leave 
a fellow being under the impression 
that it was Arabic. 
But the volume took its little revenge 
upon me, for it increased my curiosity 
About Professor Keredec and “that 
other monsieur.””’ Why were’ two 
grown men—one an eminent psycholo- 
gist and the other a gray haired youth 
C 
flannels, liberally decorated with bram- 
bles and clinging shreds of under- 
brush. The youthful sprightliness of 
his light figure and the naive activity 
of his approach gave me a very faun- 
like first impression of him. 
“Have you seen a lady in a white 
and. lilac dress and with roses in her 
hat?” he demanded eagerly. 
three days ago. She drove by in an 
open carriage. 
“A little while ago,” he went on, ‘I 
was up in the branches of a tree over 
yonder, and I caught a glimpse of a 
lady in a light dress and a white hat, 
and I thought it might be the same. 
She wore a dress like that and a white 
“Sir, you will give him pardon if you 
can. He has no meaning to be rude.” 
“Rude!” The young man’s voice 
showed both astonishment and pain. 
“Was that rude? I didn’t know. lt 
didn’t mean to be rude, God knows! 
Ah,” he said sadly, ‘I do nothing but 
make mistakes. I hope you will for- 
fon, hoping that Professor Keredec oats : , : : : = . hat with roses when she drove by the give me.” 
and his friend would not mind eating reeniae psa Shenae with a singular air—carrying about on Wal Salprieed me ae Leavy inn. I am very anxious to see her “Ha, that is better!” shouted the 
in the same garden with a man in a p “ their walks a text book for the instruc- taneous certainty with which I recog- again.” great man. “We shall go home now 
corduroy jacket and kKnickerbockers, 
but the gentlemen continued invisible 
to the public eye, and mine was the 
only table set for dinner in the gar- 
den. Upstairs the curtains were care- 
fully drawn across all the windows of 
the east wing, little leaks of orange 
here and there betraying the lights 
within. 
“It is to be supposed that Professor 
Keredec and his friend are fatigued 
with their journey from Paris?’ I be- 
gan a little later. 
“Monsieur, they did not seem fa- 
tigued,” said Amedee. 
“But they dine in their own rooms 
tonight.” 
“Every night, monsieur. It is the 
order of Professor Keredec. And with 
their own valet de chambre to serve 
them. Eh?’ He poured my coffee sol- 
emnly. “That is mysterious, to say 
the least, isn’t it?’ 
“To say the very least,” I agreed. 
“Monsieur the professor is a man of 
secrets, it appears,” continued Amedee. 
Amedee brushed away my suggestion 
that the auditor might be a stenogra- 
pher to whom the professor was dictat- 
ing chapters for a new book. The re- 
lation between the two men, he con- 
tended, was more like that between 
teacher and pupil. “But a pupil with 
gray hair,” he finished, raising his fat 
hands to heaven, ‘‘for that other mon- 
sieur has hair as gray as mine.” 
“That other monsieur” was further 
described as a thin man, handsome, 
but with a “singular air,’’ nor could 
my colleague more satisfactorily define 
this air. 
I ascertained that, although “that 
other monsieur” had gray hair, he was 
by no means a person of great age. 
Indeed, Glouglou, who had seen him 
oftener than any other of the staff, 
maintained that he was quite young. 
Nevertheless, Amedee remarked, it was 
certain that Professor Keredec’s friend 
was neither an American nor an Eng- 
lishman. 
“Why is it certain?” I asked. 
“Monsieur, he drinks nothing but wa- 
tion of boys of thirteen or fourteen? 
The next day that curiosity of mine 
was piqued in earnest. It rained and 
I did not leave the inn, but sat under 
the great archway and took votes in 
color of the shining road and bright 
drenched fields. My back was teward 
the courtyard, and about noon I be- 
came distracted from my work by a 
strong self consciousness which came 
upon me without any visible or audible 
cause. Obeying an impulse, | swung 
round on my camp stool and looked up 
directly at the gallery window of the 
salon of the “grande suite.’ A man 
with a great white beard was standing 
at the window, half hidden by the cur- 
tain, watching me intently. He per- 
ceived that 1 saw him and dropped the 
curtain immediately. 
The spy was Professor Keredec. 
* * * * * * * 
The next day I painted in- various 
parts of the forest, studying the early 
morning along the eastern fringe and 
moving deeper in as the day advanced. 
The path debouched abrupily on the 
-T turned in 
behold a dark 
nized the speaker from Amedee’s de- 
scription. 
My sudden gentleman was strikingly 
good looking, his complexion so clear 
Pea 
“You seem to be!” 
“And haven’t you seen her? 
she passed this way?’ 
“T think that I may have seen her,” 
I began slowly, “but_if you do not 
know her I should not advise’’— 
I was interrupted by a shout and the 
sound of a large body plunging in the 
thicket. Professor Keredec floundered 
out through the last row of saplings 
and bushes, his beard embellished 
with a broken twig, his big face red 
and perspiring. He was a fine, a 
mighty man, ponderous of shoulder, 
monumental of height, stupendous of 
girth. He seized the young man by 
the arm. 
“Ha, my friend!’ he exclaimed in a 
bass voice of astounding power and 
depth, ‘“‘that is one way to study bota- 
ny—to jump out of the middle of a 
high tree and to run like a crazy map!” 
“I saw a lady I wished to follow,” 
the other answered promptly. 
“A lady! What lady?” 
“The lady who passed the inn three 
Hasn’t 
and eat a good dinner. But ftirst’— 
his silver rimmed spectacles twinkled 
upon me, and he bent his Brobding- 
nagian back in a bow which, against 
my will, reminded me of the courtesies 
performed by Orloff’s dancing bears— 
“first let me speak some word for my- 
self. My dear sir’’—he addressed him- 
self to me with grave formality—“do 
not suppose | have no realization that 
other excuses should be made to you. 
Believe me, they shall be. It is now 
that 1 see it is fortunate for us that 
you are our fellow innsman at Les 
Trois Pigeons.” 
(To BE CONTINUED. ] 
Turkey’s Unit of Value. 
In Turkey the unit of value is the 
piastre, which is divided into 40 paras, 
while the para is divided into 3 aspes. 
As the piastre is worth only 4.4 cents, 
the para is worth a little more than a 
tenth of a cent, and an aspe is worth 
a trifle over one twenty-seventh of a 
cent. When an American in Turkey 
“When he wrote to Mme. Brossard, en- ter, he does not smoke, and Glouglou glade and was so narrow that when I : days ago. I spoke of her then, you re- wants to feel rich he goes forth and 
gaging his rooms, he instructed her to ; : i : \ MMM into th ; ence buys “sotae “700-2 acuaie wear ae 
says he eats his soup silently. leaned back my elbows were in the I squeeze e bush- ember. siege with eee ; 
be careful that none of us should men- “Glouglou is an authority who re- bushes. 1 bad the ambition to paint a es, my camel my cheeks Ney “Tonnerre de Dieu!” Keredec slap- attr Seat mite and over the bar- 
tion even his name, and today when  golves the difficulty. “That other mon- picture here—to do the whole thing in burning. vy, ped his thigh violently. “Have I nev- ® Mnters of the oriental bazaars. 
ee Sen ene nee ORT” plenty tg a Freschisan,” the woods from day to day, instead of There ale Will meet or er told you that to follow strange la- His Voice. 
ipo ED did mention it.” “I can find no flaw in the deduc- taking notes for the studio, but when pass a stl eS Woods or dies is one of the things you cannot Polly Pinktights—What sort of voice 
“But you tion,” 1 said, rising to go to bed. “We _I rose from my camp stool and ste fields with ge” Ur of being “ do?” has the new tenor? F “ootli 
: ‘ stepped elas Ww ie ing I have seen her only once before.” w tenor: Manny Footlights 
“To whom. monsieur?” asked theold = must leave it there for tonight.” back into the path to get more distance unaware Marly if he pe a ~ “That other monsieur” shook his © —Bum! You can almost see through 
and bovishlv healthy that. except for 
the crack in it.—Philadelphia Record. 
