Palestine Daily Herald. (Palestine, Tex), Vol. 10, No. 91, Ed. 1 Monday, November 27, 1911 Page: 6 of 8
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For Infants and
The Kind You Ha
h Always Bought
Bears the /y
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saPOOL
FLAME
by LOUIS JOSEPH VAN'
ILLUSTRATIONS -BY __
SLLSWQItJJi
COPYRIGHT 190<) tOU^JoSEPH Y4
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af>ed to advantage. His play was a
a'; for |be
CHAPTER I. >*.,1 to ... .______
. I ' wonder of the Casino; for £be matter
A still and sultry dusk had fallen, aj that, his high handed and extrava-
closing an oppressive, wearing, day.' ways bad rnacte the entire Prin-
one of those days whose sole function ^jpauty of Monaco ;eonscioiis of his
seems to reside in rendering us Irri- presence In the land. Andi you fail
tably conscious of our too-close cas- jn jeasj understand the nature
lags of too-solid-flesh; whose humid of the man if you think for a moinent
and inert atmosphere, sodden' with that u lrked hjm to be admired> point-
tepid moisture; clings palpably to the ed ou^ courted, pursued. He was, in-
body, causing men to feel as if they never so splendid as when
crawled, half-suffocated, at the but- aware that lie occupied the public eye.
tom of a sea of rarefied water. In short, he was Just an irishman.
The hour may have been eighty it # go, then, it’s nothing wonder-
may have been not quite that, but it ful tliat he g^ould Seem a thought flni-
was almost dark. The windows, were caj about the set of his tie.
oblongs, black as night, in the yellow’* Now ag he stood scowling at his
I of, that op nothing and a glass of
muddy water!—risking me money as
If there was no end to it, throwing it
away in scandalous tips: like any
drunken sailor L And all for the Scant
satisfaction of behaving like e fool of
■ an. Irishman. . . ’Tis sickening-dis-
gusting; naught less. , . . ,Tm
thinking this night ends it, though;
come the morning I'll tje pulling up
stakes and striking out for a healthier,
simpler jdace,. where there’s some-
thing afoot a man can take an inters
est in without losing his .self-respect
, I’ll do just that, I will!” ’
This he meant, - firmly, and Was glad
j of.it, with, a heart immeasurably light-
i j. ened by the>strength of his good res-
J olution. Ho began to hum the old
tube, that the unknown woman's voice
had . set buzzing in his brain, and
broke off to snap his fingers defiant-
ly at the Casino.. .“That for ye!” he
■Hotel d’Orient, Monte Carlo. of his heart he had never keen fool
I have the honor to make known enough (0 let Danny leave film, and
to you the O’Rourke of Castle fervent blessings down upon
O’Rourke in the county of Galway, fcead Qf the fiend who first design-
Ire land; otherwise and more widely modern eveuing-diess- formen—he
known as Colonel Terence O Rourke, folmd himself suddenly with a mind
a chevtflier of the Legion of Honor of djyested of any care whatever and at-
France; sometime an officer in the tentive alone to a sound which came
Foreign Legion in. Algiers; a wander- jjjm faintly, borne upon the heavy
er, spendthrift, free-lance, cosmopol- wjngS 0f the sluggish evehing air.
Ite—-a gentleman-adventurer, he sheen jt wag nothing more nor leak than a
termed.
He was dressing for dinner. The.
glare of half a dozen electric bulbs dis-
covered him all but ready for public
appearance—not, however, quite ready.
In his shirt sleeves he faced a cheval-
glass, pluckily (if with the haggard , ^ tiad been a happier man. 'It seem-
,«ye of exasperation) endeavoring to , ed grange to hear it there, .stranger
j still that the woman’s voice, indistinct
woman singing softly to herself (hum-
ming would probably be the more ac-
curate term), and it was merely the
tune that caught his fancy; a bit of
an old song he himself hid once
been wont to sing, upon a time when
outmaneuver a demon of, inanimate
perversity which had entered into his
dress tie, Inciting it to refuse to as-
sume, for all his coaxing and his strat-
agems, that effect of nonchalant per-
fection so much sought after, so sel-
dom achieved.
as it was, should have such a familiar
ring in his memory. He frowned in
wonddr and shook his head. “The age
of miracles is past,” he muttered;
“ ’twould never be herself. I’ve had,
me chance—and forfeited it. ’Twill.
Patently was the thing possessed j not come to me a second time.
thing lifee that althont-twas feminine' re”lerea the wor,!s w,th “ a
spirit, so rare a brogue—Ringed -as
by a devil; O’RoUrke made no manner
’ of doubt of that. Though for minutes
at a time he fumbled, fidgeted, fumed,
it was without avail.
His room itself was in a state of
"'nsiderable disorder—something due
mainly to O’Rourke’s characteristic ef-
forts to find just what he might hap-
pen to desire at any given time with-
out troubling to think where it ought
properly to be. ,
Something of this confusion, mir-
rored in the glass, was likewise re-
flected in O’Rourke’s eyes, what time
ke paused for breath and profanity.
“FaithvVtis worse tha^n daw’s nest,
the place,” he admittedTNcandalized.
“How ever aft I ■fl’ue lone man-pa
all that, will ye be telling me?” He
flung out two helpless baffled hands,
and let them fall. After a meditative
pause he added: “Damn that Alsa-
tian!”—with reference to his latest
and least competent valet, who had
but] recently been discharged with a
flea in his ear and a month’s unearn-
ed wage in his pocket. “For knowing
me ways,” sighed O’Rourke, “there
was never anyone the like of Danny.”
For as many as three-livelong days
this man had been reduced to the ne-
cessity of dressing himself pith his
own fair bands—and that at least
thrice daily, who did nothing by
hafves. And, somehow, mysteriously, *
his 'discarded garments had for . the 1
most part remained where he bad ’
thrown them, despite the earnest ef-
forts of the femme de chambre to
■tore something resembling order from
this man-made chaos, For servants
all liked well the O'Rourke, improvi- A
dent soul that he whs, freehanded
-to a fault. ' *
You are invited to picture to your-
self O’Rourke as invariably he was
in one of his not infrequent but ever
transient phases of affluence: that Is,
« very magnificent figure indeed.
, Standing a bit over six feet; deep of
chest and lean ofjlank, with his long,
straight legs he looked what he had
been meant to be, a man of arms and
action. His, head was shapely, its
dark* hair curling the least in the
world; and, incredibly stained, a trans-L JJJ
parent brown, his features were lean,
eager, and rendered very attractive
by quick boyish eyes In whose w'arfn -
blue-gray depths humor twinkled
more often thau not, though those
■ame eyes were not seldom thought-
ful, a ■ trace wistful,- perhaps, with
the look of one who recalls flear mem-
ories, old friends and sweethearts
loved and lost. . .. . For he ;had
. begun to live early ^ In life and-had
much to look back upon, though for
all that it’a doubtful If he were more,
thaft thirty at the time he became in-
volved in the fortunes of the Fool
of Flame. ; .
For the rest of him, barring the. re-,
fractory tie, the man was strikingly
V
The singing ceased. Of a sudden
O’Rourke swore with needless heat,
and, plucking away the offending tie,
cast it savagely from him. “The div-
vle fly away with-ye!” he said. “Is it
bent on driving me mad ye are? I’d
give me fortune to have Danay back!
. . . Me fortune—faith! ” Ife laugh-
ed the word to bitter scorn. “ ’Tis
meself that never had the least of any-i
flouted ft—“sitting there with your
painted smile and your cold eyes, like
the’ brazen huzzy ye ,are—Goddess 6t
Chance, indeed!—thinking ye have
biit to bide your time for all men to
come and render up their Souls to ye!
Here's once ye Lose, madam; after this
night I’m done with y$; not & sou of
mine will ever again eross your ta-
bles. I’ll have, ye to understand the
O’Rourke’s a reformed character from
the morning on!” i
He laughed softly, • in high feather
with-his conceit; and, thinking cheer-
change that were to follow, the song
In hiS heart shaped itself in words
upon his lips. ‘
“I’m Paddy Whack
From Bailyhack,
Not long ago turned soldier—O
At grand attack,
Or storm or sack,
None than I will prove bolder—O!”
His voice was by way of being a
tenor of tolerable quality and volume,
but untrained—nothing wonderful. It
was just the way he trolled out the
rollicking stanza that rendered It in-
fectious, irresistible. For as he
paused the voice of the woman that
had reminded him of the song capped
the verse neatly.
“An* whin we get the route
Wid a shout, .
How they pout!
Wid a ready right-about
Goes the bould soldier-boy!”
O’Rourke caught his breath, star-
tled; stunned. “It can’t be—” he
whispered. For if at first her voice,
subdued in distance, had stirjrfed his
memory with a touch as vague and
thrilling as the caress of a woman’s
hand in darkness, now that he heard
the full strength of that soprano, bell-
clear and spirited, he was sure he
knew the singer. He told himself that
there could be no two Women in the
world with voices just like that; not
another than her he knew could hive
—witfi a ‘mis-’ tacked onto the front
of it!” And he strode away to the*
window to cool off.
It was like him to forget hig_ejas-'-
peration in. the twinkling of an eye;
that had
quaintest
able.
But she
been
exotic
with the
inflection
faintest,
imagin-
had stopped with the
^ ( X *Z’ verse half 8UQS- His Pul8es quicken-
another mood ant rely swayed him by j, 0.Bonrks leaned forth the
the time he found himself gaging out * vindow and carried it on-
into the vague, velvety dusk that mo-
BfifiliMiSi
mentarily was closing down t|pon the
fairy-like panorama of terraced gar-
dens and sullen, silken sea. His
thoughts had winged back to that
dear woman of whom that fragment
of melody had put him in mifid; and
“O, ’tis thin the ladles fair
In despair
Tear their hair!
But—' ’Tis divvle a bit I care!*
Cries the bould soldier-boy!”
There fell a phuse. He listened
he was sighing and heavy of heart I w,th hls heart In his mouth, but heard
with longing for the sight of her and nothing. And it seemed impossible to
the touch of her hand. surmise whence, from which one of all
Even as he watched, stark nijght fell,. ^he rooms ^ith windows opening upon
black as a pocket beneath a porten- J ^at 8^e ^e hotel, ^had com® the
tous pall of cloud. , Far out; voice of the woman. She might as
upon the swelling bosom of tie Med- I ’*’eh have been above as below him,
iterranean a cluster of dim lights be- or on elther side: be could not guess,
trayed a stealthy coasting ateAmer, , he was determined.
1 V Now there was beneath his window
a baj^bny with a floor of wood and a
rail of iron-filigree—a long ' balcony,,
extending from, one comer of the ho-
tel to the other. At intervals it was
splashed with light from the windows
of chambers' still occupied by guests
belated or busy, like himself; with the
task of dressing for the evening. The
window to his left was alight; that
on hls right, dark. With'half fils, body
1?
I
1
He heard a faint rustle of silken fuf-
fles. “"Tis herself,” he declared In
an agony of anticipation—‘^herself and
none other! And' I’m thinking she’ll
be coming to the window now—”
He was right.' Abruptly he discov-
ered her by the reflected glow from
tfie illumination behind him. He was
conscious of the pallid oval ;• of her
race, of a sleek white sheen- of arms
and shoulders, of a dark fnfcss of hair,
but more than, all else of the glamour
of eyes that, shone into. his softly,
like limpid pools of darkness touched
by dim starlight. (1-
Inflamed, he leaned toward her.
“Whist, darling!” he stammered.
“Whist! ’Tis myself—’Us-Terence-^”
But she was gone. A low, stifled
laugh was all his answer—that and
the silken whisper of her skirts as she
scurried from the Window.-; He flush-
ed crimson, waited an instant, then
flung discretion to the winds, and
found-himself scrambling out upon the-
balcony. Heaven only kfiows to wbat
lengths the man would havfe gone had
not the slam of a door brought him up
standing; she had left her room!
So she thought to escape him so
easily! He swore between his teeth
with excitement and tumbled back
whence he had come. Regardless of
the fact that he was still in his shirt-
sleeves he rushed madly for the doon.
On the Way a Shooting-jacket on the
door,' perhaps in revenge for neglect
and ill-treatment, maliciously.wound It-
“The Divvle!” He Said
Breath,
Beneath His
self around his feet and all but threw
him headlong; only a frantic clutch at
the footrail of the bed saved him.
Kicking the thing savagely off he
flung himself upon the door and threw
It open. His jaw dropped.
The lift shaft was directly opposite.
Before it, in more or lees patient wait-
ing, stood a very young and beautiful
woman in a gown whose extreme can-
dor -was surpassed only by the perfec-
tion of its design- and appointment—
both blatant of the Rue de la Paix;
a type as common to the cognoscenti
of Monte Carlo as the Swiss hotel pou-
ters. But O’Rourke did not know her
from Eve. -
“The divvle!” said he beneath hls
breath.
He was mistaken; but the young
woman, at first startled by his uncer-
emonious appearance, on 'instantan-
eous second thought decided to per-
mit him to discover that twin imps,
at least, resided in her eyes. And
when his disappointment prevented
him from recognizing them, her dawn-
ing kinile was swiftly erased and her
ascending eyebrows spoke eloquently
enough of her haughty displeasure.
Synchronously the lift hesitated at
that landing and the gate .clanged
wide; the young woman wound her
skirt about her and showed, him ft
back which at any other time would
have evoked Bis unstinted admiration.
Then the gate shot to with faj rattle
and bang, and the lift dropped out of
sight, leaving the. man with mouth
agape and eyes as wide. 1
> A beaming but elderly femme de
opening on his left with jealous,
breathless expectancy. Not a sound
came therefrom. He hesitated.
' “If that weren’t, her room, I’d hear
somebody moving about,” fits reasoned.
“’Tis frightened she is—not suspect-
in.’tis mq. . But how do I know
’tis herself? . . .. Faith! could me
ears deceive me?” j *
With that.fie took heart of hope and
broke-manfujly into the chorus, sing:
ing directly' to the- lighted window,
singing the first line with ardor and
fervor, with confidence and wRh hope,
singing persuasively, pleadingly, anx-
iously, insistently. .. ' -
marking O’Rourke's pause of stupefied
•Chagrin, hoped and believed he need-
ed her services. She bore down upon
him. accordingly. f j ..a
“M’sieu’ is desirous of—?” : ]
He came out of his trance. "Noth?
ing;” he told her with acid brevity.
“But, yes,” he reconsidered with,
haste. "That lady who but this mo-
ment took the lift—her name?”
“Her name, m’sleu’? Ma’m'selle Vol
laire.” ■j|!j|!
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Signs and decorations by John 1. rqn’s.
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Ask the user of our glasses.
“Impossible!” he told himself a3ppdj fand’s.
utterly unable to forge any connecting
link- between the lady in the lift arid
her whose voice had bewitched him.,
“But assuredly, m’sieu’; Do I not
IHPI ■PiPPIPP i know-I who • have waited Upon her.
”For the worrid is all befo-ore u»-—”. , hand and foot these- three .day* mhd to
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place- -doing alj sorts of
colored lamps draped the gloom of the
terraces; the facade of the. Casino
stood out lurid against the darkness;
the hotels shone with reflected bril-
liance, the palace of the Prince de
Monaco loomed high upon th.ef.penlu-
well groomed, whlh- hls surroundings Bula^ ltB elQVftUons picked oti with
spoke for comfortable drcurnstances. o£ ^tt fire. ' X
*s~~ J v; xbe O’Ronrke; shook bis heal; cbn-.,
demnlng it all. “’Tja beautiful,” he
•aid;: “faith, yes! ’tis all,of that. But
I*m thinking 'tis too beautiful^ to be,
good for one—like some woman I’ve
time. ’Tis not gdod for
On the authority of tiie absent aqd re-
gretted Danny, who had long serged
‘the O’Rourke in the intimate capaci-
ties of body-servant, cotifldant and
chancellor of the exchequer (this last,
of course, whenever there happened knotfn in me tl
to be any exchequer to require a chan-! Terence-that's ' spre; Hisl; the
cellor), there was never anyone at qll; 0’Roufke that's going stale add soft
who could spend money or weai wlUv all thj8 llv,n? ; . *. 5re
clothes like himself, meaning the mas- that has more than many another to-;
ter. And-at this time O'Rourko was j llve;*or and hope for find strive fori
ostensibly In funds and Consequently / And ,1‘m liogeriug here/Hn the j'
.(as the saying fluns) cuffing a wide very lap.of luxury stuffing mesOjf with
.fswath. Heaven and himself only knew j rare food, befuddling meself', with
•the limits of hls resources; but ,hls
O’Rourke Caught his Breath, Stunned.
ili" .. .•. <*’-;
making westward. Nearer, In the har-
bor, a fleet of pleasure craft, riding
at anchor on the still; dark tl4e, was
revealed in many faint, wralth-like he sang and then paused. He heard
shapes of gray, all studded with yel-* flo echo. And again he essayed,” With ^a.jj ■ against
low stars. Ashore, endless festions of that in hls tone to melt a heart of l(e;b Yic'orine- Vol
ufo e ice. - taire,’- she asserted stubboroli.’
“For the worrid Is all befo-ore uf——” j O'ltourke fumbled in his pocket and
• • ; .y -1 ..! found a golden ten-franc.piece, surten-
And now he Wiurriphed and was .dering it to the woirtun as heedlessly
lifted out of himself with Bheer 1 de? as though it had been as mahy cen-
light; for- from; (he adjoining room dimes. “ITl be leaving rne room in five
came the next line:. . minutes, now. And do ye, for fbe lova
i of Heaven, - me. dear, trv to. Wf ;ras
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Unable to contain himself, he ’ - e like the. bt-st little, girl in.|
chimed in, and in duet they sang It 3
out to the rotislng,finale': -'J / '
rarjr-
•be fuddling
wines—me that has fou
dimer a Monte Cristo m.ght have anq a night and a half a da^-
i - o. ' : ‘ T
ht a
atop
"They ne’er rgyfue© to eco-ore’u«»
But chalk us up^wld Joy . > V
XVe taate her tap,- we tear her cap—
‘O,-’that’s the chap-
For me.' <-r'«-s slio—■
; ■ • CSVIllroof ; , ' . • ,
Isn’t' he . the flttrllnt, the bould soldier-
' b«y:‘ - :. *• . ;; • - ^
As the last! note rang tottt and died,
tbe- hext window was darkened; the!
woman had switched off the- tights, j
v ' I : 1 I ' :
The best little girl In the' world,J
who was furly-ftve if a day, pSomlfied,
miracli s—-w 1th .a boh,,of a coqrtdsy.
But so disgruntled 'was O’Rotirke that"
he,shut iii> door in! her face. >
“ Tis njeeelf that's the fopt,” he
said savagely enough, “to think #or aj
moment'that ever again I’ll i
eyes on her pretty feed—God bless it,'
wherever-she may -lie!-. V . • For j
why -should 1 deserve to—l, tljufi p^n-
ttilesg a'dventurer?” ' •
^(Continued to Wednesday's issue,)
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