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"Singh Ali will go home a bitter,
hardened man and a pauper." ''You startle me!" "Listen; he has fallen in love." "Why, I thought he was to marry a princess jn his native country?" "That was the plan, but the glamour of the gilded life of Paris has made him forget. The witchery of a fair, false face has charmed him. Singh Ali has met and has fallen a victim to La Sirene." The revelation needed no added ( details. La Sirene! A baleful cloud struck my imagination at the men tion of that name ill omened, notor ious, tinged with memories of dis grace,, embezzlement, suicide. A vampire for gold, she had fascinated victim after victim, thirsting only for money, leading her prey to the brink of an abyss honor, respect and for tune gone! "And the rajah has met this wo man?" I asked. , "He is completely under the domi nation of her fascinations. She is playing a new role with him. She poses as a cruelly deserted wife. He has asked her to marry him. As his prospective fiancee she is propriety itself, awaiting, she claims, a divorce from her husband." "And Singh Ah7" "Is lavishing his wealth upon her. He has leased 3. magnificent country place near the city. There he has Benghi, iis favorite pet, in a little park, caparisoned with a how dah and fittings well worthy the palace-like inclosure in which the ani mal exercises. The week is one series .of fetes. . All of them La Sirene at tends with a chaperone! There is a musical there tonight. I have cards. Will you attend?" I shall never forget that evening. There were few ladies present and the general throng by no means rep resented the better class of people. All was decorous, however, and many decorated civic authorities and some illustrious musical artists were in evi dence. La Sirene was the queen of the assemblage. The mute adora- tion of the rajah for this beautiful' vampire was almost touching. Shet was a truly wonderful singer and after the delivery of some operatic gems, the rajah publicly presented her with a necklace worth a king's' ransom. 1 I caught up ah incident related of' the capricious beauty. It seemed that1 Benghi had sulkily refused to take a? comfit she proffered, as if jealous of the attentions of his master. The' enraged siren had struck Benghi with the keeper's hook, blinding one eye. A "few days later we learned that La Sirene had about plucked the in fatuated victim of his wiles. There were rumors that his liquid wealth was about gone. Then he had to give up his princely nest and some of his jewels were seized for debt. "His father has called him home," explained my friend, "and has refused to furnish any more means. What he had La Sirene has devoured. Singh Ali Is practically bankrupt" Through it all the young rajah never wavered-in his faith in the wo man who had cHahned him. It was as if a magic spell made him forget his home fiancee, his.- fealty to father and country.. . "La Sirene had riddled the last shred of two millions,"- (reported my friend to me. "Worse than that, she has beggared the rajah. h- ex pressed a wish to own Benghi. The rajah sent her the splendid animal, and what do you think?" I shrugged my shoulders, expecting any treachery or meanness from the siren corcorant. "She intends to sell it to a me nagerie man, who offers a large price for the animal. The nabob has been, taken in. She has practically desert ed him." It was two days later when my friend again came to me with the words: "Retribution the end!" "You mean !" I insinuated. , "La Sirene is dead I" .