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ByjMay Yahe (Lady~rancis~ope)
(Continued froms Last 5uisday.)
Oopyright, 19S0, interntionl Feature ServiS, Ine.
ONa previous Sunday I told my readers how I was
Odetermined, when captain 8trong stole my jewels
from my bank in New York and fled to Europe,
that 1 would follow him to the ends of the earth if neces
eary until he had redeemed his promise to marry me and
restore to my name the honor he had filched from it.
I described the beginning of this hunt--through London
and Paris to Portugal, where I found him standing just
aeross the International boundary line, where a warrant
that had been issued In New York for his arrest mould not
be served. He smiled as I went up to him. I had been
furious, but my first glance at him reawakened all the old
love. He did not even re-arouse my anger by his greet,
ing, which was:
"Hello, Maysle; got any money? I'm broke."
As I have told before, we went to Lisbon, on my
money--I bought the tickets from the boundary line to
the capital-where we were entertained by Don Carlos,
the brother to the King.
During all these days in Lisbon I determined every
time Captain Strong was out of the hotel and out of my
light that when he came Into the room where I was I
would "have It out with him"--that I would upbraid
him for hi. despiqable treatment of me.
Rut the moment he came into the room I was as elay
,u nier the thumb of the potter. The devil's advoeste is a
woman's own desire, ninety-nine times out of a hundred.
I wanted to trust Captain Strong, beoause I loved him,
although my better judgment told me that the more I
triuted him the more I would be deceived. A weman is a
fortres that can never be eerried unless there is treach
0ry withiS.-her hearte. Miae was tresereus every time
ih e rth, who buddenly dashed from his nlurse and rushed
i~oe. Mnrs, McLean was the unlucky possessor of
it ag5,. ad is'on. of the latest recorded tragedies conned
Captain Strong smiled at me and put his arm around my
neck and said, in that wonderfully soft, lying voice of his,
"Now, don't be angry, Haysie; you know it's only ugly
women who look pretty when they're angry; a pretty
woman always looks ugly. And you're pretty, you know,
Maysle dear."
He would say that and smile at his memory, and mine,'
of the many, many times I had wilted before him at that
same speech. And I'd have to smile, too, at the consum
mate nerve of his re-employment of it-and I could never
be angry and smile at the same time.
He had no money-he never had. I pad the bills at
Lisbon. He had squandered the proeed from the sale
of the jewels he had stolen from me. Accordingly I eold
some of the jewel. I had with me, -enough for our passage
to South America, with enough over to see us throngh a
season down there. Before our steamer sailed we went
down to Monte Carlo with a party headed by Don Carls.
I have said before that I always was a gambler-end
everyone knows the old saying, "Unlucky at love, lucky
at cards." I had with me about two thousand dollars in
money-the cash we were to have when we arrived in
South America. When I saw the others playing about
the tables, winning and losing, I could not restrain myself
any longer.
"This two thousand dollars won't go very far with us,
Bradlee," I said to Captain Strong. "Let's risk It on
the throw. Yeu play it according to my inspirations, and
let's see if we can't make a killing. If we go broke
well, I've got some jewelry left and we'll pawn some
He was eager to play, but I made him promise to fol
low my tip.. I told him what to p lay, when to p lay and
just how to stake our money, in little sums at arstan
then, If he won, to double up; if he lost to trim his bets
until his winning streak should come. He promised, and
went away with our little hoard, the gaming lust in his
eyes. I waited at the hotel with my Japanese maid,
Yori, not daring to trust myself to watch the play where
out of the gate of the McLs. residmnce in Washingtoi
the Hop. Diamod This happened a little more than
ed with the famous jsweL.
After a whole afternoon, which we spent at the hotel
window watching' for him to return, we saw him coming
up the path. My heart vent into my mouth and I dropped
weeping to the floor behind the window sill. He was
walking with his head down, his manner dejected and his
hands thrust deep in his pockets.
When he came into the room I was breathless with
dread. He just shook his head and flung his hat into a
far corner. "But did you play as I told you?" I asked.
"Yes,' he maid, "but it was no use, Maysie; luck was
against us. I lost every cent. Won a few times at ?rst,
but couldn't keep It up. Sorry-but it was your sugges
tion, you know, not mine."
I didn't know what to do. But Yori', my maid, did.
She was truly Oriental, and her eyes were..sharp. She
was looking at Captain Strong all the time he was speak
ing. Suddenly, in the midst of my tears, I saw that she
was standing behind him, signalling to mue to follow her
into another room. Mystified, I got up from the floor
and went into my dressing room.
"He got wicked look in his eyes,'' Yori said in her
eager, emphatic way. "He tell lie. He no loss-he win;
win big. I know because can tell from face. Man can
make lips lie, buit no can make eyes and face lie. You
I went back to him, firmly belleving what YorI told
me. I began to question him, Hie turned his trousers
pockets inside out and flung me his pocketbook--empty,
all empty. But I was not satisfied. I went up to him
and suddenly ran my hand into his inside jacket -pocket.
And I pulled out a handful of bank notes-equal to
$14,880. He had made a wonderful killing instead of
1os.1g. And he was trying to "hold it out" on met!
Most men would have been abashed after being caught
like that, but he just laughed impudemtly. Hie maid he
was only trying to sears me for a joke. Tori maid, "No
joke. Eyes tell might' mad 'cause dlseovered1
At last we sailed for the Argentine. Csptain Strong
threw all our past troubles over his shoulder the moment
we boarded the shIp, and was the wonderful sweetheart
How the "
the Tra
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the eseose y seed of
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idol In mrnh, e n MaW yehe
kord estates ad prest of a
again, smiling, debonair, hseelsting. It
was a new honeymoon. Who we landed
In the Argentine I counted .yself the
happiest woman in the world.
While we were living as man and wife,
openly, at the most fashionable hotel in
Buenos Ayres, every one knew, of eourse,
that we were not married, and that I still
was Lady Hope. When we arrived the
newspapers mentioned our eoning, and
told the story Qf my elopement with Cap
tainiStrong all over again. But it made
no difference. The people of Argentihe
are the broadest minded people on earth,
I think. They ask a young couple only the
one question: "Are you in love with each
otherr' If they are, or if their actions
indicate they are, and they are not com
mon, there is nothing more to be said. It
is wrong, of course, but it made every
thing pleasant for me during my stay in
" South America.
Breach of promise suits, suits for dam-.
ages because of libelous affairs in which
women's names are apt to figure, never
appear in courts in Argentine. Men dis- ;
pose of wounds to their feelings, or of
alights to their lady loves, by the duel.
And there are, indeed, many affairs of
this kind that have to be settled in this
way, for there is no place under 'the sun
where there is so much lovemaking,
clandestine correspondence
between fair senoritas and
lovelorn caballeros.
If a maiden demurely
droop here eyells over shin
ing black eyes on the even
ing promenade when a gay
caballero loots at her with
meaning glance as he passes
by, then a love affair is born.
Every day the caballero
waits for his enchantress.
Every day she lifts here eye
brows and then droops her
lids as she passes him. After
a few days she drops her
handkerchief. He picks it
up, and in handing it to her
passes her a note., The next
day the comedy of the hand
kerchief again is played out,
only this time he abstracts
s and plunged to his his answer from the piece of
linen before he returns it.
The duenna is looking on all
the time, of course, and, of
course, she knows just what
is going on--but she doesn't see the note, nor the tele
graphing of the eyes, so she says nothing.
After awhile there is another cabellero who attract.
the maiden. The handkerchief no longer is dropped for
the first. Promptly the jilted one challenges his rival to
a duej., The maiden's heart is thrilled and she waits
breathlessly through the day she knows the duel is to
take place. That evening at the promenade on the plaza
one of the two caballeros passes and sweeps his hat to
her. She knows he was the conqueror, and the vanquished
knows better than to ever notice her again.
And when it is the suitor who jilt. the maid she
would never think of takinug his love notes into court aind
askin~g damages for a breach of promise. She simply tells
her brother or another admirer-perhaps an admirer to
whom she has never spoken nor wrtten a note, but whose
yearning glance she has met on the p lasa, that Senor So
and-So has wounded her, Ah I Quickly go glant feet
to hunt up the Senor So-and-So, who, upon being found,
is slapped across the cheek. Senor So-and-So bows grace
fully to his assailant. He even offers him a cigarette,
which is accepted. Sometimes they will stroll away arm
in arm, discussing the time and place of to-morrow's
meeting and whether they are to use. pistols or swords.
No woman's name Is besmirched, you see, for the Senor
ita who is to be avenged or chastened, according to the
outcome of the duel, Is never mentioned nor referred to.
Not even the seconds know who slie Is. It may be fan
tastic and old-fashioned, but I think it's the most roman
tio and the best way to settle the argument. of love.
It was while I was in Buenos Aires that good news
came from England. Lord F~ranels had divorced me.
Now I was free to demand my honor from Captain Strong
That afternoon I faced him. The time had come, I told
him, when he sould miake good the promise-he had so often
made me, and give me a name. Hie demurred. He said It
would be bad policy for us to do such a thing there where
we had been accepted already as man and wife-that
he would marry me as soon as we returned to the States,
etc., etc.
"Bradlee," I said to him, just as quietly as If we were
talking over a mnpnlace subiet, "you swore to me

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