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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, August 05, 1912, Image 19

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"How magnificent! Hpw
queenly!" exclaimed M. Nar
bonne under his breath as the
' stately lady gathering up her
costly robes, swept gracefully out.
. Madame D'Arcey caught the
low words.
"Madame Marceau comes of
princely blood," she declared,
"and is as good and kind as she is
' beautiful ; so charitable and self
denying!" "Indeed she looks it,"' returned
M. Narbonne warmly, as he put
. the three bracelets in their cases
and into his breast pocket. The
remainder he locked carefully
away, and, going to the back of
the store, conferred with two gen
tlemen whose complacent manner
and pleased expression showed
their approbation of his plan.
Returning," he "asked: "Ma
dame, shall I call a cab?''
"My coupe is at the door," she
replied, "and will bring you back,
monsieur."
If the young man had been fas
cinated before by this charming
little woman he was thoroughly
captivated as they drove away
together. Such an ingenious way
she had of smiling into his eyes
" and taking him into her confi
dence. "Do you know," she cried, "I
should not be surprised if my dear
husband says I may have two of
these bracelets. Would not that
be entrancing?"
"For me, most certainly," he
replied; "but madame needs no
jewels to complete her attrac
tions. No wonder," he thought,
"Dr. D'Arcey showers jewels
upon such a creature!"
It was but a short distance to
the Rue St. Honore, where Dr.
D'Arcey lived.
"Wait, Martin," said the lady.
"You are to take, monsieur back
in a short time. This way, M.
Narbonne." .
Wrth a kindly nod to the man
in wafting'she led him into a small,
ante-room on jfhe lelt.
"Sit down, monsieur. The ad
jorfing room is my husband's
private office," she said. Will
you kindly let me show him the
bracelets first? You know"
smiling coquettishly "a wife has
her little blandishments, and I
have set my heart on having
two!"
M. Narbonne took the three
morocco cases from his inner
pocket and gallantly placed them
in her outstretched hand.
"Who knows but I may have
all three?" she cried merrily as
she danced toward the door.
Closing it quickly behind her,
with most dextrous sleight of
hand she slipped the three jewel
cases into a leather bag on her
arm and with troubled face and
nervous manner confronted the
grave, middle-aged gentleman
who rose to meet her.
"Dr. D'Arcey!" she exclaimed.
"I had great difficulty to keep my
appointment. yMy poor husband
iSMn the next roonu His latest
delusion is that he has jewels to
sell, and only by suggesting that
he might dispose of some to you
could I persuade him here.
Her fingers twitched and her:
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