A Maker of History

lder for the man who must surely be

able-for herself alone!"

ease," she

e abandon that Mademoiselle Flossie would display the soles of her feet a few hours later in their national dance. If she had chanced to raise her veil no earthly persuasions on her part would have secured for her the freedom of that little room, for Monsieur Albert's appreciat

able to attract a single glance in return. One or two men also tried to convey to her by smiles and glances the fact that her solitude need continue no longer than she chose. The unattached ladies put their heads together and discussed her with little peals of laughter. To all of these things she remained indifferent. She ordered a supper

eregrinations round the room, passed

le is well served!" he r

I thank you,

assed on, but s

tors here," she remarked

smi

ng. There are many who come here ever

many strangers

" he declared.

me see-that would be last Tuesday week. He is tall and fair, abo

ert shook hi

week I remember perfectly well. It was a quiet evening. La Scala was here-b

for a moment. She

lp me. He left the Grand Hotel on that night with the intention of comi

, but Monsieur Albert's sympathy di

e inquiries amongst the waiters. I very much fe

him talking to some of the waiter

ly he r

could not have come here. I have inquired of the gar?ons, and of M

he answered. "It must ha

expected to have it snapped so soon and so thoroughly. She dropped her veil to hide the tears which she felt were not far from

for a moment upon her table. When it was

was turned away, and she seemed to be only concerned in watching the door. She drew the scrap of paper towards her

our brother was here. Wa

er composure. She had at once the idea that every one in the place was looking at her. Monsieur Albe

Then she ordered coffee, and after a second's hesitation cigarettes. Why not? Nearly all the women were smoking,

ofile. From her throat and bosom there flashed the sparkle of many gems-the finger which held her cigarette was ablaze with diamonds. She leaned back in her seat smoking lazi

hat you seek to know. He will come to-night-he comes all the nights. You will s

half-fearful glances toward

nearer to me and

any one, especially the man himself, know what I hav

shall I sa

e opposite direction. She seemed to have edged away a

citement. The place suddenly seeme

more than an entire police system had been able to discover. But why the mystery? What was she to say to the man when he came? The girl from Vienna was talking to some friends

as almost incessant, the volume of sound had swelled. The laughter and greeting of friends betrayed more abandon than earlier in the evening. Old acquaintances had been

d enough, however, to make a second effort. Necessity at times gives birth to a swift capacity. Fresh from her simple country life, Phyllis found herself still able with effortless serenity to confound the most hardened boulevarders who

hed, was slowly approaching her, exchanging greetings on every side. His languid eyes fell upon Phyllis. Those who had watched her previously saw then

emed to leave him but little choice. He touched the bac

permits?" he

wered. "It is you for wh

me!" he murmured, more

have been waiting to ask you what h

nd seated himself. His

murmured, "this is

n that his hand