His Own People...................................................................................................................................................1

Booth Tarkington .....................................................................................................................................1

The glassdomed "palmroom" of the Grand Continental Hotel Magnifique in Rome is of vasty heights and

distances, filled with a mellow green light which filters down languidly through the upper foliage of tall

palms, so that the two hundred people who may be refreshing or displaying themselves there at the teahour

have something the look of underwater creatures playing upon the seabed. They appear, however, to be

unaware of their condition; even the ladies, most like anemones of that gay assembly, do not seem to know it;

and when the Hungarian band (crustaceanlike in costume, and therefore well within the picture) has

sheathed its flying tentacles and withdrawn by dim processes, the teadrinkers all float out through the doors,

instead of bubbling up and away through the filmy roof. In truth, some such exit as that was imagined for

them by a young man who remained in the aquarium after they had all gone, late one afternoon of last winter.

They had been marvelous enough, and to him could have seemed little more so had they made such a

departure. He could almost have gone that way himself, so charged was he with the uplift of his belief that, in

spite of the brilliant strangeness of the hour just past, he had been no fish out of water.

While the waiters were clearing the little tables, he leaned back in his chair in a content so rich it was nearer

ecstasy. He could not bear to disturb the possession joy had taken of him, and, like a halfawake boy clinging

to a dream that his hitherto unkind sweetheart has kissed him, lingered on in the enchanted atmosphere, his

eyes still full of all they had beheld with such delight, detaining and smiling upon each revelation of this fresh

memory—the flashingly lovely faces, the dreamily lovely faces, the pearls and laces of the anemone ladies,

the color and romantic fashion of the uniforms, and the old princes who had been pointed out to him:

splendid old men wearing white mustaches and single eyeglasses, as he had so long hoped and dreamed

"Mine own people!" he whispered. "I have come unto mine own at last. Mine own people!" After long

waiting (he told himself), he had seen themthe people he had wanted to see, wanted to know, wanted to be

of! Ever since he had begun to read of the "beau monde" in his schooldays, he had yearned to know some

such sumptuous reality as that which had come true today, when, at last, in Rome he had seen as he wrote

Artificial odors (too heavy to keep up with the crowd that had worn them) still hung about him; he breathed

them deeply, his eyes half closed and his lips noiselessly formed themselves to a quotation from one of his

While trails of scent, like cobweb's films Slender and faint and rare, Of roses, and rich, fair fabrics, Cling on

the stirless air, The sibilance of voices, At a wave of Milady's glove, Is stilled

He stopped short, interrupting himself with a halfcough of laughter as he remembered the inspiration of

these verses. He had written them three months ago, at home in Cranston, Ohio, the evening after Anna

McCord's "comingout tea." "Milady" meant Mrs. McCord; she had "stilled" the conversation of her guests

when Mary Kramer (whom the poem called a "sweet, pale singer") rose to sing Mavourneen; and the stanza

closed with the right word to rhyme with "glove." He felt a contemptuous pity for his little, untraveled,

provincial self of three months ago, if, indeed, it could have been himself who wrote verses about Anna

McCord's "comingout tea" and referred to poor, good old Mrs. McCord as "Milady"!

The second stanza had intimated a conviction of a kind which only poets may reveal:

She sang to that great assembly, They thought, as they praised her tone; But she and my heart knew better:

He had told the truth when he wrote of Mary Kramer as pale and sweet, and she was paler, but no less sweet,

when he came to say goodby to her before he sailed. Her face, as it was at the final moment of the

protracted farewell, shone before him very clearly now for a moment: young, plaintive, white, too lamentably

honest to conceal how much her "Godspeed" to him cost her. He came very near telling her how fond of her

he had always been; came near giving up his great trip to remain with her always.

"Ah!" He shivered as one shivers at the thought of disaster narrowly averted. "The fates were good that I only

He took from his breastpocket an engraved card, without having to search for it, because during the few

"Comtesse de Vaurigard," was the name engraved, and below was written in pencil: "To remember Monsieur

Robert Russ Mellin he promise to come to tea Hotel Magnifique, Roma, at five o'clock Thursday."

There had been disappointment in the first stages of his journey, and that had gone hard with Mellin. Europe

had been his goal so long, and his hopes of pleasure grew so high when (after his years of saving and putting

by, bit by bit, out of his salary in a real estate office) he drew actually near the shining horizon. But London,

his first stoppingplace, had given him some dreadful days. He knew nobody, and had not understood how

heavily sheer loneliness which was something he had never felt until thenwould weigh upon his spirits.

In Cranston, where the young people "grew up together," and where he met a dozen friends on the street in a

halfhour's walk, he often said that he "liked to be alone with himself." London, after his first excitement in

merely being there, taught him his mistake, chilled him with weeks of forbidding weather, puzzled and

He was on his way to Paris when (as he recorded in his journal) a light came into his life. This illumination

first shone for him by means of one Cooley, son and inheritor of all that had belonged to the late great

Cooley, of Cooley Mills, Connecticut. Young Cooley, a person of cheery manners and bright waistcoats, was

one of Mellin's few seaacquaintances; they had played shuffleboard together on the steamer during odd

halfhours when Mr. Cooley found it possible to absent himself from poker in the smokingroom; and they

"Hey!" was Mr. Cooley's lively greeting. "I'm meetin' lots of people I know today. You runnin' over to

"The Countess de Vaurigard. Queen! met her in London. Sneyd introduced me to her. You remember Sneyd

on the steamer? Baldish Englishmanred nosedoesn't talk muchyounger brother of Lord Rugden, so he

"You didn't miss a whole lot. Fact is, before we landed I almost had him sized up for queer, but when he

introduced me to the Countess I saw my mistake. He must be the real thing. She certainly is! You come along

So Mellin followed, to make his bow before a thin, dark, charmingly pretty young woman, who smiled up at

him from her deckchair through an enhancing mystery of veils; and presently he found himself sitting

beside her. He could not help trembling slightly at first, but he would have giving a great deal if, by some

miraculous vision, Mary Kramer and other friends of his in Cranston could have seen him engaged in what he

Both the lady and her name thrilled him. He thought he remembered the latter in Froissart: it conjured up

"baronial halls" and "donjon keeps," rang resonantly in his mind like "Let the portcullis fall!" At home he had

been wont to speak of the "oldest families in Cranston," complaining of the invasions of "new people" into

the social territory of the McCords and Mellins and Kramersa pleasant conception which the presence of a

De Vaurigard revealed to him as a petty and shameful fiction; and yet his humility, like his little fit of

trembling, was of short duration, for gay geniality of Madame de Vaurigard put him amazingly at ease.

At Calais young Cooley (with a matterofcourse air, and not seeming to feel the need of asking permission)

accompanied her to a compartment, and Mellin walked with them to the steps of the coach, where he paused,

"What! You stay at Calais?" she cried, pausing with one foot on the step to ascend. "Oh! I am sorry for you.

Blushing, he followed Cooley into the coach, to spend five happy hours, utterly oblivious of the bright French

There ensued a month of conscientious sightseeing in Paris, and that unfriendly city afforded him only one

glimpse of the Countess. She whizzed by him in a big touringcar one afternoon as he stood on an "isle of

safety" at the foot of the Champs Elysees. Cooley was driving the car. The raffish, elderly Englishman

(whose name, Mellin knew, was Sneyd) sat with him, and beside Madame de Vaurigard in the tonneau lolled

a grosslooking manunmistakably an Americanwith a jovial, red, smoothshaven face and several

chins. Brief as the glimpse was, Mellin had time to receive a distinctly disagreeable impression of this person,

and to wonder how Heaven could vouchsafe the society of Madame de Vaurigard to so coarse a creature.

All the party were dressed as for the road, gray with dust, and to all appearances in a merry mood. Mellin's

heart gave a leap when he saw that the Countess recognized him. Her eyes, shining under a white veil, met

his for just the instant before she was quite by, and when the machine had passed a little handkerchief waved

He had always liked to believe that "grandes dames" leaned back in the luxurious upholstery of their

victorias, landaulettes, daumonts or automobiles with an air of inexpressible though languid hauteur. The

Newport letter in the Cranston Telegraph often referred to it. But the gayety of that greeting from the

Countess' little handkerchief was infinitely refreshing, and Mellin decided that animation was more becoming

That night he wrote (almost without effort) the verses published in the Cranston Telegraph two weeks later.

Marquise, ma belle, with your kerchief of lace Awave from your flying car, And your slender hand

The hand to which he referred was the same which had arrested his gondola and his heart simultaneously,

five days ago, in Venice. He was on his way to the station when Madame de Vaurigard's gondola shot out

into the Grand Canal from a narrow channel, and at her signal both boats paused.

"Ah! but you fly away!" she cried, lifting her eyebrows mournfully, as she saw the steamertrunk in his

"Well, in three day' I am goin' to Rome!" She clapped her hands lightly and laughed. "You know this is three

time' we meet jus' by chance, though that second time it was so quickpff! like that we didn't talk much

togezzer! Monsieur Mellin," she laughed again, "I think we mus' be frien's. Three time'an' we are both

Thence came the invitation to meet her at the Magnifique for tea, and the card she scribbled for him with a

silver pencil. She gave it with the prettiest gesture, leaning from her gondola to his as they parted. She turned

again, as the water between them widened, and with her "Au revoir" offered him a faintly wistful smile to

All the way to Rome the noises of the train beat out the measure of his Parisian verses:

He came out of his reverie with a start. A dozen men and women, dressed for dinner, with a goldfish officer

or two among them, swam leisurely through the aquarium on their way to the hotel restaurant. They were the

same kind of people who had sat at the little tables for teapeople of the great world, thought Mellin: no

vulgar tourists or "trippers" among them; and he shuddered at the remembrance of his pension (whither it was

time to return) and its conscientious students of Baedeker, its dingy halls and permanent smell of cold food.

Suddenly a high resolve lit his face: he got his coat and hat from the brassandblue custodian in the lobby,

"I 'm not quite satisfied where I am stayingwhere I'm stopping, that is," he said to the clerk. "I think I'll

He did not think it necessary to reveal the fact that he was staying at one of the cheaper pensions; and it may

be mentioned that this reticence (as well as the somewhat chilling, yet careless, manner of a gentleman of the

"great world" which he assumed when he returned with his trunk and bag) very substantially increased the

rate put upon the room he selected at the Magnifique. However, it was with great satisfaction that he found

himself installed in the hotel, and he was too recklessly exhilarated, by doing what he called the "right thing,"

to waste any time wondering what the "right thing" would do to the diminishing pad of express checks he

"Better live a fortnight like a gentleman," he said, as he tossed his shoes into a buhl cabinet, "than vegetate

He had made his entrance into the "great world" and he meant to hold his place in it as one "to the manor

born." Its people should not find him lacking: he would wear their manner and speak their languageno

This was the chance he had always hoped for, and when he fell asleep in his gorgeous, canopied bed, his soul

The following afternoon found him still in that enviable condition as he stood listening to the music on the

Pincian Hill. He had it of rumor that the Fashion of Rome usually took a turn there before it went to tea, and

he had it from the lady herself that Madame de Vaurigard would be there. Presently she came, reclining in a

victoria, the harness of her horses flashing with gold in the sunshine. She wore a long ermine stole; her hat

was ermine; she carried a muff of the same fur, and Mellin thought it a perfect finish to the picture that a dark

gentleman of an appearance most distinguished should be sitting beside her. An Italian noble, surely!

He saw the American at once, nodded to him and waved her hand. The victoria went on a little way beyond

"Ah, Monsieur Mellin," she cried, as he came up, "I am glad! I was so foolish yesterday I didn' give you the

address of my little apartment an' I forgot to ask you what is your hotel. I tol' you I would come here for my

drive, but still I might have lost you for ever. See what many people! It is jus' that Fate again."

She laughed, and looked to the Italian for sympathy in her kindly merriment. He smiled cordially upon her,

"I am so happy to fin' myself in Rome that I forget"Madame de Vaurigard went on"ever'sing! But now I

"Oh, the Magnifique," Mellin answered carelessly. "I suppose everybody that one knows stops there. One

"Everybody go' there for tea, and to eat, sometime, but to stay ah, that is for the American!" she laughed.

"That is for you who are all so abominably rich!" She smiled to the Italian again, and both of them smiled

"Aha! You mean you are of the new generation, of the yo'ng American' who come over an' try to spen' these

immense fortune' those 'pile'your father or your granfather make! I know quite well. Ah?"

"Well," he hesitated, smiling. "I suppose it does look a little by way of being like that."

"Wicked fellow!" She leaned forward and tapped his shoulder chidingly with two fingers. "I know what you

wish the mos' in the worl'you wish to get into mischief. That is it! No, sir, I will jus' take you in han'!"

At this, the pleasant murmur of laughterhalf actual and half suggestedwith which she underlined the

conversation, became loud and clear, as she allowed her vivacious glance to strike straight into his upturned

To Mellin's surprise and delight the Italian immediately descended from the victoria without the slightest

appearance of irritation; on the contrary, he was urbane to a fine degree, and, upon Madame de Vaurigard's

formally introducing him to Mellin, saluted the latter with grave politeness, expressing in good English a

hope that they might meet often. When the American was installed at the Countess' side she spoke to the

driver in Italian, and they began to move slowly along the ilex avenue, the coachman reining his horses to a

"Oh, not a great deal more than a smattering," he replied airily a truthful answer, inasmuch as a vocabulary

consisting simply of "quanty costy" and "troppo" cannot be seriously considered much more than a

smattering. Fortunately she made no test of his linguistic attainment, but returned to her former subject.

"Ah, yes, all the worl' today know' the new class of American," she said"your class. Many year' ago we

have another class which Europe didn' like. That was when the American was terrible! He was thewhat

is that you call?oh, yes; he 'make himself,' you say: that is it. My frien', he was abominable! He brag'; he

talk' through the nose; yes, and he was niggardly, rich as he was! But you, you yo'ng men of the new

generation, you are gentlemen of the idleness; you are aristocrats, with polish an' with culture. An' yet you

"No, no," he protested with an indulgent laugh which confessed that the truth was really "Yes, yes."

"Your smile betray' you!" she cried triumphantly. "More than jus' bein' guilty of that fault, I am goin' to tell

you of others. You are not the oletimewhat is it you say?Ah, yes, the 'goody goody.' I have heard my

great American frien', Honorable Chanlair Pedlow, call it the Sondayschool. Is it not? Yes, you are not the

"No," he said, bestowing a long glance upon a stout nurse who was sitting on a bench near the drive and

attending to twins in a perambulator. "No, we're not exactly dissenting parsons."

"Ah, no!" She shook her head at him prettily. "You are wicked! You are up into all the mischief! Have I not

"Oh, we play," he admitted with a reckless laugh, "and I suppose we do play rather high."

"High!" she echoed. "Souzands! But that is not all. Ha, ha, ha, naughty one! Have I not observe' you lookin'

at these pretty creature', the little contadinagirl, an' the poor ladies who have hire' their carriages for two lire

to drive up and down the Pincio in their bes' dress an' be admire' by the yo'ng American while the music

play'? Which one I wonder, is it on whose wrist you would mos' like to fasten a bracelet of diamon's?

"No, no," he interrupted earnestly. "I have not once looked away from you, I could n't." Their eyes met, but

instantly hers were lowered; the bright smile with which she had been rallying him faded and there was a

pause during which he felt that she had become very grave. When she spoke, it was with a little quaver, and

the controlled pathos of her voice was so intense that it evoked a sympathetic catch in his own throat.

"But, my frien', if it should be that I cannot wish you to look so at me, or to speak so to me?"

"I beg your pardon!" he exclaimed, almost incoherently. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I wouldn't do

Her eyes lifted again to his with what he had no difficulty in recognizing as a look of perfect trust; but,

"I know it is true," she murmured "I know. But you see there are time' when a woman has sorrowsorrow

of one kindwhen she mus' be sure that there is onlyonly rispec' in the hearts of her frien's."

With that, the intended revelation was complete, and the young man understood, as clearly as if she had told

him in so many words, that she was not a widow and that her husband was the cause of her sorrow. His

quickened instinct marvelously divined (or else it was conveyed to him by some intangible method of hers)

that the Count de Vaurigard was a very bad case, but that she would not divorce him.

In silent gratitude she laid her hand for a second upon his sleeve. Then her face brightened, and she said

"But we shall not talk of me! Let us see how we can keep you out of mischief at leas' for a little while. I know

very well what you will do tonight: you will go to Salone Margherita an' sit in a box like all the wicked

"Ah, yes, you will!" she laughed. "But until dinner let me keep you from wickedness. Come to tea jus' wiz

me, not at the hotel, but at the little apartment I have taken, where it is quiet. The music is finish', an' all those

pretty girl' are goin' away, you see. I am not selfish if I take you from the Pincio now. You will come?

It was some fair dream that would be gone too soon, he told himself, as they drove rapidly through the

twilight streets, down from the Pincio and up the long slope of the Quirinal. They came to a stop in the gray

courtyard of a palazzo, and ascended in a sleepy elevator to the fifth floor. Emerging, they encountered a tall

man who was turning away from the Countess' door, which he had just closed. The landing was not lighted,

"Eow, it's you, is it," he said informally. "Waitin' a devil of a long time for you. I've gawt a message for you.

"Attention!" she interrupted under her breath, and, stepping forward quickly, touched the bell. "I have

brought a frien' of our dear, droll Cooley with me to tea. Monsieur Mellin, you mus' make acquaintance with

Monsieur Sneyd. He is English, but we shall forgive him because he is a such ole frien' of mine."

"Ah, yes," said Mellin. "Remember seeing you on the boat, running across the pond."

"Yes, ev coss," responded Mr. Sneyd cordially. "I wawsn't so fawchnit as to meet you, but dyuh eold

A very trim, very intelligentlooking maid opened the door, and the two men followed Madame de Vaurigard

into a square hall, hung with tapestries and lit by two candles of a Brobdingnagian species Mellin had

"I weon't be bawthring you," he said. "Just a wad with you, Cantess, and I'm off."

The intelligentlooking maid drew back some heavy curtains leading to a salon beyond the hall, and her

"I shall keep him to jus' his one word," she said, as the young man passed between the curtains.

It was a nobly proportioned room that he entered, so large that, in spite of the amount of old furniture it

contained, the first impression it gave was one of spaciousness. Panels of carved and blackened wood lined

the walls higher than his head; above them, Spanish leather gleamed here and there with flickerings of red

and gilt, reflecting dimly a small but brisk wood fire which crackled in a carved stone fireplace. His feet

slipped on the floor of polished tiles and wandered from silky rugs to lose themselves in great black bear

skins as in unmown sward. He went from the portrait of a "cinquecento" cardinal to a splendid tryptich set

over a Gothic chest, from a cabinet sheltering a collection of old glass to an Annunciation by an unknown

Primitive. He told himself that this was a "room in a book," and became dreamily assured that he was a man

in a book. Finally he stumbled upon something almost grotesquely out of place: a large, new,

perfectlyappointed card table with a sliding top, a smooth, thick, green cover and patent compartments.

He halted before this incongruity, regarding it with astonishment. Then a light laugh rippled behind him, and

he turned to find Madame de Vaurigard seated in a big red Venetian chair by the fire.

She wore a black lace dress, almost severe in fashion, which gracefully emphasized her slenderness; and she

sat with her knees crossed, the firelight twinkling on the beads of her slipper, on her silken instep, and

flashing again from the rings upon the slender fingers she had clasped about her knee.

"You see?" she laughed. "I mus' keep up with the time. I mus' do somesing to hold my frien's about me. Even

the ladies like to play nowthat breedge w'ich is so tiresomethey play, play, play! And youyou

Americans, you refuse to endure us if we do not let you play. So for my frien's when they come to my

houseif they wish it, there is that foolish little table. I fear"she concluded with a bewitching affectation

"You know that couldn't be so, Comtesse," he said. "I would rather talk to you thanthan"

"Ah, yes, you say so, Monsieur!" She looked at him gravely; a little sigh seemed to breathe upon her lips; she

leaned forward nearer the fire, her face wistful in the thin, rosy light, and it seemed to him he had never seen

He came across to her and sat upon a stool at her feet. "On my soul," he began huskily, "I swear"

She laid her finger on her lips, shaking her head gently; and he was silent, while the intelligent maidat that

"American an' Russian, they are the worse," said the Countess thoughtfully, as she served him with a

generous cup, laced with rum, "but the American he is the bes' to play wiz." Mellin found her irresistible

"Oh, the Russian play high, yesbut the American"she laughed delightedly and stretched her arms

wide"he make' it all a joke! He is beeg like his beeg country. If he win or lose, he don' care! Ah, I mus' tell

you of my great American frien', that Honorable Chanlair Pedlow, who is comin' to Rome. You have heard

"Ah, I shall make you know him. He is a man of distinction; he did sit in your Chamber of Deputieswhat

you call it?yes, your Congress. He is funny, eccentricalways he roar like a lion Boum!but so

"An', oh, yes, I almos' forget to tell you," she went on, "your frien', that dear Cooley, he is on his way from

"Good sort of fellow, little Cooley, in his way," remarked her companion graciously. "Not especially

intellectual or that, you know. His father was a manufacturer chap, I believe, or something of the sort. I

"Oh, yes," she laughed softly. "We had some gay times, a little party of us. We shall be happy here, too; you

will see. I mus' make a little dinner very soon, but not unless you will come. You will?"

He placed his empty cup on the table and leaned closer to her, smiling. She did not smile in response; instead,

She rose quickly, turned away from him and walked across the room to the curtains which opened upon the

"My frien', you mus' go now," she said in the same low voice. "Tomorrow I will see you again. Come at

She stood waiting, not looking at him, but with head bent and eyes veiled. As he came near she put out a limp

hand. He held it for a few seconds of distinctly emotional silence, then strode swiftly into the hall.

She immediately let the curtain fall behind him, and as he got his hat and coat he heard her catch her breath

Dazed with glory, he returned to the hotel. In the lobby he approached the glittering concierge and said

He confessed his wickedness to Madame de Vaurigard the next afternoon as they drove out the Appian Way.

"A fellow must have just a bit of a fling, you know," he said; "and, really, Salone Margherita isn't so

She shook her head at him in friendly raillery. "Ah, that may be; but how many of those little dancinggirl'

This was a delicious accusation, and though he shook his head in virtuous denial he was before long almost

convinced that he had given a rather dashing supper after the vaudeville and had not gone quietly back to the

hotel, only stopping by the way to purchase an orange and a pocketful of horsechestnuts to eat in his room.

It was a happy drive for Robert Russ Mellin, though not happier than that of the next day. Three afternoons

they spent driving over the Campagna, then back to Madame de Vaurigard's apartment for tea by the firelight,

till the enraptured American began to feel that the dream in which he had come to live must of happy

On the fourth afternoon, as he stepped out of the hotel elevator into the corridor, he encountered Mr. Sneyd.

"Just stottin', eh?" said the Englishman, taking an envelope from his pocket. "Lucky I caught you. This is for

you. I just saw the Cantess and she teold me to give it you. Herry and read it and kem on t' the Amairikin

Baw. Chap I want you to meet. Eold Cooley's thyah too. Gawt in with his tourin'caw at noon."

"You will forgive, dear friend," wrote Madame de Vaurigard, "if I ask you that we renounce our drive

today. You see, I wish to have that little dinner tonight and must make preparation. Honorable Chandler

Pedlow arrived this morning from Paris and that droll Mr. Cooley I have learn is coincidentally arrived also.

You see I think it would be very pleasant to have the dinner to welcome these friends on their arrival. You

will come surelyor I shall be so truly miserable. You know it perhaps too well! We shall have a happy

evening if you come to console us for renouncing our drive. A thousand of my prettiest wishes for you.

The signature alone consoled him. To have that note from her, to own it, was like having one of her gloves or

her fan. He would keep it forever, he thought; indeed, he more than half expressed a sentiment to that effect

in the response which he wrote in the aquarium, while Sneyd waited for him at a table near by. The

Englishman drew certain conclusions in regard to this reply, since it permitted a waiting friend to consume

three long tumblers of brandyandsoda before it was finished. However, Mr. Sneyd kept his reflections to

himself, and, when the epistle had been dispatched by a messenger, took the American's arm and led him to

Leaning against the bar were Cooley and the man whom Mellin had seen lolling beside Madame de

Vaurigard in Cooley's automobile in Paris, the same gross person for whom he had instantly conceived a

Cooley greeted Mellin uproariously and Mr. Sneyd introduced the fat man. "Mr. Mellin, the Honorable

Chandler Pedlow," he said; nor was the shock to the firstnamed gentleman lessened by young Cooley's

Mr. Pedlow's eyes were sheltered so deeply beneath florid rolls of flesh that all one saw of them was an

inscrutable gleam of blue; but, small though they were, they were not shifty, for they met Mellin's with a

squareness that was almost brutal. He offered a fat paw, wet by a full glass which he set down too suddenly

"Shake," he said, in a loud and husky voice, "and be friends! Tommy," he added to the attendant, "another

"What!" Mr. Pedlow roared suddenly. "Why, the first words Countess de Vaurigard says to me this afternoon

was, 'I want you to meet my young friend Mellin,' she says; 'the gamest little Indian that ever come down the

pike! He's game,' she says'he'll see you all under the table!' That's what the smartest little woman in the

This did not seem very closely to echo Madame de Vaurigard's habit of phrasing, but Mellin perceived that it

"You ain't goin' back on her, are you?" continued Mr. Pedlow. "You ain't goin' to make her out a liar? I tell

you, when the Countess de Vaurigard says a man 's game, he is game!" He laid his big paw cordially on

Mellin's shoulder and smiled, lowering his voice to a friendly whisper. "And I'll bet ten thousand dollars right

He pressed a glass into the other's hand. Smiling feebly, the embarrassed Mellin accepted it.

"Make it four more, Tommy," said Pedlow. "And here," continued this thoughtful man, "I don't go bandying

no ladies' names around a barroomthat ain't my stylebut I do want to propose a toast. I won't name her,

"Here's to her," continued Mr. Pedlow. "Here's to herbrightest and bestand no heeltaps! And now let's

set down over in the corner and take it easy. It ain't hardly five o'clock yet, and we can set here comfortable,

Whereupon the four seated themselves about a tabouret in the corner, and, a waiter immediately bringing

them four fresh glasses from the bar, Mellin began to understand what Mr. Pedlow meant by "gittin' ready for

dinner." The burden of the conversation was carried almost entirely by the Honorable Chandler, though

Cooley, whose boyish face was deeply flushed, now and then managed to interrupt by talking louder than the

"Good ole Sneyd," said Pedlow. "He never talks, jest saws wood. Only Britisher I ever liked. Plays cards like

"I don't care what he did on the steamer, he played like a goat the only time I ever played with him. You

"Nothing of the sort. You had a run of hands, that was all. Nobody can go against the kind of luck you had

that night; and you took it away from Sneyd and me in rolls. But we'll land you pretty soon, won't we, ole

"Perhaps he won't want us to try," young Cooley pursued derisively. "Perhaps he thinks I play like a goat,

Mr. Pedlow threw back his head and roared. "Give me somep'n easy! You don't know no more how to play a

hand of cards than a giraffe does. I'll throw in all of my Blue Gulch goldstockand it's worth eight hundred

thousand dollars if it's worth a centI'll put it up against that tin automobile of yours, divide chips even and

"You wait!" exclaimed the other indignantly. "Next time we play we'll make you look so small you'll think

At this Mr. Pedlow again threw back his head and roared, his vast body so shaken with mirth that the glass he

"There," said Cooley, "that's the second Martini you've spilled. You're two behind the rest of us."

"What of it?" bellowed the fat man. "There's plenty comin', ain't there? Four more, Tommy, and bring cigars.

Don't take a cent from none of these Indians. Gentlemen, your money ain't good here. I own this bar, and this

Mellin had begun to feel at ease, and after a timeas they continued to sithe realized that his repugnance

to Mr. Pedlow was wearing off; he felt that there must be good in any one whom Madame de Vaurigard

liked. She had spoken of Pedlow often on their drives; he was an "eccentric," she said, an "original." Why not

accept her verdict? Besides, Pedlow was a man of distinction and force; he had been in Congress; he was a

millionaire; and, as became evident in the course of a long recital of the principal events of his career, most of

"'Well, Mack,' says I one day when we were in the House together" (thus Mr. Pedlow, alluding to the late

President McKinley)"'Mack,' says I, 'if you'd drop that double standard business'he was waverin' toward

silver along then'I don't know but I might git the boys to nominate you fer President.' 'I'll think it over,' he

says 'I'll think it over.' You remember me tellin' you about that at the time, don't you, Sneyd, when you

"'Yes,' I says, 'Mack,' I says, "if you'll drop it, I'll turn in and git you the nomination.'"

Mr. Pedlow leaned forward and struck the young man's knee a resounding blow with the palm of his hand.

"One more round first," insisted Cooley with prompt vehemence. "Let's finish with our first toast again. Can't

This proposition was received with warmest approval, and they drank standing. "Brightest and best!" shouted

A small, keenfaced man, whose steady gray eyes were shielded by tortoiserimmed spectacles, had come

into the room and now stood quietly at the bar, sipping a glass of Vichy. He was sharply observant of the

party as it broke up, Pedlow and Sneyd preceding the younger men to the corridor, and, as the latter turned to

"Perhaps you don't remember me. My name's Cornish. I'm a newspaper man, a correspondent." (He named a

New York paper.) "I'm down here to get a Vatican story. I knew your father for a number of years before his

"That's good," said the youth cordially. "If I hadn't a fine start already, and wasn't in a hurry to dress, we'd

"You were pointed out to me in Paris," continued Cornish. "I found where you were staying and called on

you the next day, but you had just started for the Riviera." He hesitated, glancing at Mellin. "Can you give me

"You'll have to excuse me, I'm afraid. I've only got about ten minutes to dress. See you tomorrow."

"I should like it to be as soon as possible," the journalist said seriously. "It isn't on my own account, and I"

"Well, if you can't possibly make it tonight," said Cornish reluctantly. "I wish"

And Cooley, taking Mellin by the arm, walked rapidly down the corridor. "Funny ole correspondent," he

The four friends of Madame de Vaurigard were borne to her apartment from the Magnifique in Cooley's big

car. They sailed triumphantly down and up the hills in a cool and bracing air, under a moon that shone as

brightly for them as it had for Caesar, and Mellin's soul was buoyant within him. He thought of Cranston and

laughed aloud. What would Cranston say if it could see him in a sixtyhorse touringcar, with two

millionaires and an English diplomat, brother of an earl, and all on the way to dine with a countess? If Mary

A manservant took their coats in Madame de Vaurigard's hall, where they could hear through the curtains

"Listen," he said. "Shawly, that isn't Lady MountRhyswicke's voice! She couldn't be in Reomalways a

"Nothin' of the kind," said Pedlow. "I know Lady MountRhyswicke as well as I know you. I started her

father in business when he was clerkin' behind a counter in Liverpool. I give him the money to begin on.

'Make good,' says I, 'that's all. Make good!' And he done it, too. Educated his daughter fit fer a princess,

married her to MountRhyswicke, and when he died left her ten million dollars if he left her a cent! I know

"An' who could help it?" Madame de Vaurigard herself threw back the curtains. "Who could help hear our

She wore a white velvet "princesse" gown of a fashion which was a shade less than what is called "daring,"

with a rope of pearls falling from her neck and a diamond star in her dark hair. Standing with one arm

uplifted to the curtains, and with the mellow glow of candles and firelight behind her, she was so lovely that

both Mellin and Cooley stood breathlessly still until she changed her attitude. This she did only to move

toward them, extending a hand to each, letting Cooley seize the right and Mellin the left.

Each of them was pleased with what he got, particularly Mellin. "The left is nearer the heart," he thought.

She led them through the curtains, not withdrawing her hands until they entered the salon. She might have led

"My two wicked boys!" she laughed tenderly. This also pleased both of them, though each would have

preferred to be her only wicked boy a preference which, perhaps, had something to do with the later events

"Aha! I know you both; before twenty minute' you will be makin' love to Lady MountRhyswicke. Behol'

She pointed to Pedlow and Sneyd. The fat man was shouting at a woman in pink satin, who lounged,

halfreclining, among a pile of cushions upon a divan near the fire; Sneyd gallantly bending over her to kiss

"It is a very little dinner, you see," continued the hostess, "only seven, but we shall be seven time' happier."

The seventh person proved to be the Italian, Corni, who had surrendered his seat in Madame de Vaurigard's

victoria to Mellin on the Pincio. He presently made his appearance followed by a waiter bearing a tray of

glasses filled with a pink liquid, while the Countess led her two wicked boys across the room to present them

to Lady MountRhyswicke. Already Mellin was forming sentences for his next letter to the Cranston

Telegraph: "Lady MountRhyswicke said to me the other evening, while discussing the foreign policy of

Great Britain, in Comtesse de Vaurigard's salon..." "An English peeress of pronounced literary acumen has

The inspiration of these promising fragments was a large, weary looking person, with no lack of powdered

shoulder above her pink bodice and a profusion of "undulated" hair of so decided a blond that it might have

"Howjdo," she said languidly, when Mellin's name was pronounced to her. "There's a man behind you tryin'

"Who was it said these were Martinis?" snorted Pedlow. "They've got perfumery in 'em."

"Ah, what a bad lion it is!" Madame de Vaurigard lifted both hands in mock horror. "Roar, lion, roar!" she

cried. "An' think of the emotion of our good Cavaliere Corni, who have come an hour early jus' to make them

"And I'll leave it to Cooley," said Pedlow. "If he can drink all of his I'll eat crow!"

Thus challenged, the two young men smilingly accepted glasses from the waiter, and lifted them on high.

Gallantly they drained the glasses at a gulp, and Madame de Vaurigard clapped her hands.

"Look at their faces!" said Mr. Pedlow, tactlessly drawing attention to what was, for the moment, an

undeniably painful sight. "Don't tell me an Italian knows how to make a good Martini!"

Mellin profoundly agreed, but, as he joined the small procession to the Countess' dinnertable, he was certain

The light in the diningroom was provided by six heavilyshaded candles on the table; the latter decorated

with delicate lines of orchids. The chairs were large and comfortable, covered with tapestry; the glass was old

Venetian, and the servants, moving like useful ghosts in the shadow outside the circle of mellow light, were

particularly efficient in the matter of keeping the wine glasses full. Madame de Vaurigard had put Pedlow

on her right, Cooley on her left, with Mellin directly opposite her, next to Lady MountRhyswicke. Mellin

was pleased, because he thought he would have the Countess's face toward him. Anything would have

"This is the kind of table everybody ought to have," he observed to the party in general, as he finished his

first glass of champagne. "I'm going to have it like this at my place in the Statesif I ever decide to go back.

I'll have six separate candlesticks like this, not a candelabrum, and that will be the only light in the room. And

"For my part," Lady MountRhyswicke interrupted in the loud, tired monotone which seemed to be her only

"If Lady MountRhyswicke sat at my table," returned Mellin dashingly, "I should wish all the light in the

Across the table Madame de Vaurigard's eyes met Mellin's with a mocking intelligence so complete that he

caught her message without need of the words she noiselessly formed with her lips: "I tol' you you would be

He laughed joyously in answer. Why shouldn't he flirt with Lady MountRhyswicke? He was thoroughly

happy; his Helene, his belle Marquise, sat across the table from him sending messages to him with her eyes.

He adored her, but he liked Lady MountRhyswicke —he liked everybody and everything in the world. He

liked Pedlow particularly, and it no longer troubled him that the fat man should be a friend of Madame de

Vaurigard. Pedlow was a "character" and a wit as well. Mellin laughed heartily at everything the Honorable

"Ah, lovely skeptic!" She looked at him strangely, but he continued with growing enthusiasm: "I mean to sit

at such a table as this, with such a chef, with such winesto know one crowded hour like this is to live! Not

a thing is missing; all this swagger furniture, the rich atmosphere of smartness about the whole place; best of

all, the company. It's a great thing to have the real people around you, the right sort, you know, socially;

people you'd ask to your own table at home. There are only seven, but every one distingue, every one"

She leaned both elbows on the table with her hands palm to palm, and, resting her cheek against the back of

"Oh, not professionally, though it is published. I suppose"he sipped his champagne with his head a little to

one side as though judging its quality"I suppose I 've been more or less a dilettante. I've knocked about the

"Helene says you're one of these leisure American billionaires like Mr. Cooley there," she said in her tired

"No, I suppose not—not really. Go on and tell me some more about life and this distinguished company."

"Hey, folks!" Mr. Pedlow's roar broke in upon this dialogue. "You two are gittin' mighty thick over there.

Mellin lifted his glass with the others and drank to Madame de Vaurigard, but the woman at his side did not

change her attitude and continued to sit with her elbows on the table, her cheek on the back of her hand,

Many toasts were uproariously honored, the health of each member of the party in turn, then the country of

each: France and England first, out of courtesy to the ladies, Italy next, since this beautiful and extraordinary

meeting of distinguished people (as Mellin remarked in a short speech he felt called upon to make) took place

in that wonderful land, then the United States. This last toast the gentlemen felt it necessary to honor by

When the cigars were brought, the ladies graciously remained, adding tiny spirals of smoke from their

cigarettes to the layers of blue haze which soon overhung the table. Through this haze, in the gentle light

(which seemed to grow softer and softer) Mellin saw the face of Helene de Vaurigard, luminous as an angel's.

She was an angeland the others were gods. What could be more appropriate in Rome? Lady

MountRhyswicke was Juno, but more beautiful. For himself, he felt like a god too, Olympic in serenity.

He longed for mysterious dangers. How debonair he would stroll among them! He wished to explore the

unknown; felt the need of a splendid adventure, and had a happy premonition that one was coming nearer and

nearer. He favored himself with a hopeful vision of the apartment on fire, Robert Russ Mellin smiling

negligently among the flames and Madame de Vaurigard kneeling before him in adoration. Immersed in

delight, he puffed his cigar and let his eyes rest dreamily upon the face of Helene. He was quite undisturbed

by an argument, more a commotion than a debate, between Mr. Pedlow and young Cooley. It ended by their

"I don't know the rudiments, don't I!" cried the boy. "You wait! Ole Sneydie and I'II trim you down! Corni

"I won't go unless Helene goes," said Mellin. "What are you going to do when you get there?"

"Alas, my frien'!" exclaimed Madame de Vaurigard, rising, "is it not what I tol' you? Always you are never

content wizout your play. You come to dinner an' when it is finish' you play, play, play!"

"Play?" He sprang to his feet. "Bravo! That's the very thing I've been wanting to do. I knew there was

Lady MountRhyswicke followed the others into the salon, but Madame de Vaurigard waited just inside the

"High play!" he cried. "We must play high! I won't play any other way.I want to play high!"

"Then you'll watch. Promise you'll watch me. I won't let you go till you promise to watch me."

"Can't you see me?" answered Mellin hilariously, entering with Madame de Vaurigard, who was rosy with

Candles were lit in many sconces on the walls, and the cardtable had been pushed to the centre of the room,

little towers of blue, white and scarlet counters arranged upon it in orderly rows like miniature castles.

"All right," said the youth cheerfully; "you can look on. Come and sit by me for a mascot."

"You'll need a mascot, my boy!" shouted Pedlow. "That's right, though; take her."

He pushed a chair close to that in which Cooley had already seated himself, and Madame de Vaurigard

dropped into it, laughing. "Mellin, you set there," he continued, pushing the young man into a seat opposite

Cooley. "We'll give both you young fellers a mascot." He turned to Lady MountRhyswicke, who had gone

to the settee by the fire. "Madge, you come and set by Mellin," he commanded jovially. "Maybe he'll forget

"I don't believe I care much about bein' anybody's mascot tonight," she answered. There was a hint of anger

"What?" He turned from the table and walked over to the fireplace. "I reckon I didn't understand you," he said

She met his inscrutable little eyes steadily. A faint redness slowly revealed itself on her powdered cheeks;

then she followed him back to the table and took the place he had assigned to her at Mellin's elbow.

"I'll bank," said Pedlow, taking a chair between Cooley and the Italian, "unless somebody wants to take it off

This was so far true: it was the only game upon which he had ever ventured money; he had played several

"You know what I mean, I reckon," said Pedlow. "I mean what we are playin' fer?"

"Twentyfive franc limit," responded Cooley authoritatively. "Double for jacks. Play two hours and settle

Mellin leaned back in his chair. "You call that high?" he asked, with a sniff of contempt. "Why not double

The fat man hammered the table with his fist delightedly. "'He's game,' she says. 'He's the gamest little Indian

ever come down the big road!' she says. Was she right? What? Maybe she wasn't! We'll double it before very

long, my boy; this'll do to start on. There." He distributed some of the small towers of ivory counters and

"That all?" inquired Mellin, whereupon Mr. Pedlow uproariously repeated Madame de Vaurigard's alleged

As the game began, the intelligentlooking maid appeared from the diningroom, bearing bottles of whisky

and soda, and these she deposited upon small tables at the convenience of the players, so that at the

conclusion of the first encounter in the gentle tournament there was material for a toast to the gallant who had

"Here's to the gamest Indian of us all," proposed the fat man. "Did you notice him call me with a pair of tens?

Mellin drained a deep glass in honor of himself. "On my soul, Chan' Pedlow, I think you're the bes' fellow in

the whole world," he said gratefully. "Only trouble with youyou don't want to play high enough."

He won again and again, adding other towers of counters to his original allotment, so that he had the

semblance of a tiny castle. When the cards had been dealt for the fifth time he felt the light contact of a

That slipper, he decided (from the nature of things) could belong to none other than his Helene, and even as

he came to this conclusion the slight pressure against his foot was gently but distinctly increased thrice. He

pressed the slipper in return with his shoe, at the same time giving Madame de Vaurigard a look of grateful

surprise and tenderness, which threw her into a confusion so evidently genuine that for an unworthy moment

It was a disagreeable thought, and, in the hope of banishing it, he refilled his glass; but his mood had begun to

change. It seemed to him that Helene was watching Cooley a great deal too devotedly. Why had she

consented to sit by Cooley, when she had promised to watch Robert Russ Mellin? He observed the pair

Cooley consulted her in laughing whispers upon every discard, upon every bet. Now and then, in their

whisperings, Cooley's hair touched hers; sometimes she laid her hand on his the more conveniently to look at

his cards. Mellin began to be enraged. Did she think that puling milksop had as much as a shadow of the

daring, the devilry, the carelessness of consequences which lay within Robert Russ Mellin? "Consequences?"

What were they? There were no such things! She would not look at himwell, he would make her!

Thenceforward he raised every bet by another to the extent of the limit agreed upon.

Mr. Cooley was thoroughly happy. He did not resemble Ulysses; he would never have had himself bound to

the mast; and there were already sounds of unearthly sweetness in his ears. His conferences with his lovely

hostess easily consoled him for his losses. In addition, he was triumphing over the boaster, for Mr. Pedlow,

with a very ill grace and swearing (not under his breath), was losing too. The Countess, reiterating for the

hundredth time that Cooley was a "wicked one," sweetly constituted herself his cupbearer; kept his glass full

Mellin dealt her furious glances, and filled his own glass, for Lady MountRhyswicke plainly had no

conception of herself in the role of a Hebe. The hospitable Pedlow, observing this neglect, was moved to

"Look at them two cooing doves over there," he said reproachfully, a jerk of his bulbous thumb indicating

Madame de Vaurigard and her young protege. "Madge, can't you do nothin' fer our friend the Indian? Can't

"Oh, perhaps," she answered with the slightest flash from her tired eyes. Then she nonchalantly lifted Mellin's

"I like that!" he chuckled. "That's one way of helpin' a feller! Helene, can you do any better than that?"

The tantalizing witch lifted the youth's glass to his lips and let him drink, as a mother helps a thirsty child.

As the lovely Helene pronounced that word, Lady MountRhyswicke was leaning forward to replace Mellin's

"I don't care whether you're a widow or not!" he shouted furiously. And he resoundingly kissed her massive

There was a wild shout of laughter; even the imperturbable Sneyd (who had continued to win steadily) wiped

tears from his eyes, and Madame de Vaurigard gave way to intermittent hysteria throughout the ensuing

For a time Mellin sat grimly observing this inexplicable merriment with a cold smile.

"Laugh on!" he commanded with bitter satire, some ten minutes after play had been resumedand was

Whereupon his mood underwent another change, and he became convinced that the world was a warm and

kindly place, where it was good to live. He forgot that he was jealous of Cooley and angry with the Countess;

he liked everybody again, especially Lady MountRhyswicke. "Won't you sit farther forward?" he begged

He heard but dimly the spasmodic uproar that followed. "Laugh on!" he repeated with a swoop of his arm. "I

don't care! Don't you care either, Mrs. MountRhyswicke. Please sit where I can see your beautiful golden

hair. Don't be afraid I'll kiss you again. I wouldn't do it for the whole world. You're one of the noblest women

I ever knew. I feel that's true. I don't know how I know it, but I know it. Let 'em laugh!"

After this everything grew more and more hazy to him. For a time there was, in the centre of the haze, a

nimbus of light which revealed his cards to him and the towers of chips which he constantly called for and

which as constantly disappearedlike the towers of a castle in Spain. Then the haze thickened, and the one

The three words appeared to be written in flames against a background of dense fog. A debt of honor was as

promissory note which had to be paid on Monday, and the appeal to the obdurate grandfathera peer of

England, the Earl of MountRhyswicke, in factwas made at midnight, Sunday. The fog grew still denser,

lifted for a moment while he wrote his name many times on slips of blue paper; closed down once more, and

again liftedoutofdoors this timeto show him a lunatic ballet of moons dancing streakily upon the

He heard himself say quite clearly, "All right, old man, thank you; but don't bother about me," to a pallid but

humorous Cooley in evening clothes; the fog thickened; oblivion closed upon him for a seeming second....

Suddenly he sat up in bed in his room at the Magnifique, gazing upon a disconsolate Cooley in gray tweeds

Mellin's first sensation was of utter mystification; his second was more corporeal: the consciousness of

physical misery, of consuming fever, of aches that ran over his whole body, converging to a dreadful climax

in his head, of a throat so immoderately partched it seemed to crackle, and a thirst so avid it was a passion.

His eye fell upon a carafe of water on a chair at his bedside; he seized upon it with a shaking hand and drank

half its contents before he set it down. The action attracted his companion's attention and he looked up,

Mellin's head dropped back upon the pillow and he made one or two painful efforts to speak before he

"I brought you. I was pretty bad, but youI never saw anything like you! From the time you kissed Lady

Suddenly he did. The memory of it came with inexorable clarity, he crossed forearms over his

"It's the thought of Madame de Vaurigardit kills me! The horror of itthat I should do such a thing in her

house! She'll never speak to me again, she oughtn't to; she ought to send her groom to beat me! You can't

"Can't I!" Mr. Cooley rose from his chair and began to pace up and down the chamber. "I can guess to within

a thousand francs of what I've lost! I had to get the hotel to cash a check on New York for me this morning.

I've a habit of carrying all my money in bills, and a fool trick, too. Well, I'm cured of it!"

"Oh, if it were only a little money and nothing else that I'd lost! The money means nothing." Mellin choked.

"I suppose you're pretty well fixed. Well, so am I," Cooley shook his head, "but money certainly means

"See here," said Cooley, halting at the foot of the bed and looking at his stricken companion from beneath

frowning brows, "I guess I can see how it is with you, and I'll tell you frankly it's been the same with me. I

never met such a fascinating woman in my life: she throws a reg'ler olefashioned spell over you! Now I hate

to say it, but I can't help it, because it plain hits me in the face every time I think of it; the truth iswell, sir,

I'm afraid you and me have had little red soldiercoats and caps put on us and strings tied to our belts while

"No? It seems to get more and more simple to me. I've been thinking it all over and over again. I can't help it!

See here: I met Sneyd on the steamer, without any introduction. He sort of warmed into the game in the

smokingroom, and he won straight along the trip. He called on me in London and took me to meet the

Countess at her hotel. We three went to the theatre and lunch and so forth a few times; and when I left for

Paris she turned up on the way: that's when you met her. Couple of days later, Sneyd came over, and he and

the Countess introduced me to dear ole friend Pedlow. So you see, I don't rightly even know who any of 'em

really are: just took 'em for granted, as it were. We had lots of fun, I admit that, honkin' about in my car. We

only played cards once, and that was in her apartment the last night before I left Paris, but that one time

Pedlow won fifteen thousand francs from me. When I told them my plans, how I was goin' to motor down to

Rome, she said she would be in Romeand, I tell you, I was happy as a poodlepup about it. Sneyd said he

might be in Rome along about then, and openhearted ole Pedlow said not to be surprised if he turned up,

too. Well, he did, almost to the minute, and in the meantime she'd got you hooked on, fine and tight."

"I don't understand you," Mellin lifted himself painfully on an elbow. "I don't know what you're getting at,

but it seems to me that you're speaking disrespectfully of an angel that I've insulted, and I"

"Now see here, Mellin, I'll tell you something." The boy's white face showed sudden color and there was a

catch in his voice. "I wasI've been mighty near in love with that woman! But I've had a kind of a shock;

I've got my commonsense back, and I'm not, any more. I don't know exactly how much money I had, but it

was between thirtyfive and thirtyeight thousand francs, and Sneyd won it all after we took off the

limitover seven thousand dollarsat her table last night. Putting two and two together, honestly it looks

bad. It looks mighty bad! Now, I'm pretty well fixed, and yesterday I didn't care whether school kept or not,

but seven thousand dollars is real money to anybody! My old man worked pretty hard for his first seven

thousand, I guess, and"he gulped"he'd think a lot of me for lettin' go of it the way I did last night,

wouldn't he? You never see things like this till the next morning! And you remember that other woman sat

"Stop!" Mellin flung one arm up violently, striking the headboard with his knuckles. "I won't hear a syllable

against Madame de Vaurigard!" Young Cooley regarded him steadily for a moment. "Have you remembered

"I only remember that I behaved like an unspeakable boor in the presence of the divinest creature that

"When we settled, you had a pad of express company checks worth six hundred dollars. You signed all of 'em

and turned 'em over to Sneyd with three onehundredlire bills, which was all the cash you had with you.

Then you gave him your note for twelve thousand francs to be paid within three days. You made a great deal

of fuss about its being a 'debt of honor.'" He paused. "You hadn't remembered that, had you?"

"No, I'll bet you hadn't," said Cooley, correctly deducing the fact. "You're well off, or you wouldn't be at this

hotel, and, for all I know, you may be fixed so you won't mind your loss as much as I do mine; but it ought to

make you kind of charitable toward my suspicions of Madame de Vaurigard's friends."

The six hundred dollars in express company checks and the three hundredlire bills were all the money the

unhappy Mellin had in the world, and until he could return to Cranston and go back to work in the realestate

office again, he had no prospect of any more. He had not even his steamer ticket. In the shock of horror and

"I don't care if they 're the worst people in the world, they're better than I am!"

The other's gloom cleared a little at this. "Well, you have got it!" he exclaimed briskly. "You don't know how

different you'll feel after a long walk in the open air." He looked at his watch. "I've got to go and see what

that newspaperman, Cornish, wants; it's ten o'clock. I'll be back after a while; I want to reason this out with

you. I don't deny but it's possible I'm wrong; anyway, you think it over while I'm gone. You take a good hard

As he closed the door, Mellin slowly drew the coverlet over his head. It was as if he covered the face of some

Two hours passed before young Cooley returned. He knocked twice without a reply; then he came in.

"Murder!" exclaimed Cooley sympathetically, at sight of the other's face. "A night off certainly does things to

"Then I'll go right ahead with our little troubles. I've decided to leave for Paris by the onethirty and haven't

got a whole lot of time. Cornish is here with me in the hall: he's got something to say that's important for you

to hear, and I'm goin' to bring him right in." He waved his hand toward the door, which he had left open.

"Come along, Cornish. Poor ole Mellin'll play Du Barry with us and give us a morning leevy while he listens

The journalist came in, smoking a long cigar, and took the chair the youth pushed toward him; but, after a

twinkling glance through his big spectacles at the face on the pillow, he rose and threw the cigar out of the

"Go ahead," said Cooley. "I want you to tell him just what you told me, and when you're through I want to

"If Mr. Mellin does not feel too ill," said Cornish dryly; "I know how painful such cases sometimes"

"No." Mellin moistened his parched lips and made a pitiful effort to smile. "I'll be all right very soon."

"I am very sorry," began the journalist, "that I wasn't able to get a few words with Mr. Cooley yesterday

evening. Perhaps you noticed that I tried as hard as I could, without using actual force"he laughed"to

"You did your best," agreed Cooley ruefully, "and I did my worst. Nobody ever listens till the next day!"

"Well, I'm glad no vital damage was done, anyway," said Cornish. "It would have been pretty hard lines if

you two young fellows had been poor men, but as it is you're probably none the worse for a lesson like this."

Cornish laughed again. "You see, it flatters me to think my time was so valuable that a ten minutes' talk with

"I doubt it," said Cooley. "Ten to one we'd neither of us have believed youlast night!"

"I doubt it, too." Cornish turned to Mellin. "I hear that you, Mr. Mellin, are still of the opinion that you were

"Then," said Cornish, "I'd better tell you just what I know about it, and you can form your own opinion as to

whether I do know or not. I have been in the newspaper business on this side for fifteen years, and my

headquarters are in Paris, where these people are very well known. The man who calls himself 'Chandler

Pedlow' was a farodealer for Tom Stout in Chicago when Stout's place was broken up, a good many years

ago. There was a real Chandler Pedlow in Congress from a California district in the early nineties, but he is

dead. This man's name is Ben Welch: he's a professional swindler; and the Englishman, Sneyd, is another; a

quiet man, not so well known as Welch, and not nearly so clever, but a good 'feeder' for him. The very

attractive Frenchwoman who calls herself 'Comtesse de Vaurigard' is generally believed to be Sneyd's wife,

though I could not take the stand on that myself. Welch is the brains of the organization: you mightn't think it,

but he's a very brilliant manhe might have made a great reputation in business if he'd been straightand,

with this woman's help, he's carried out some really astonishing schemes. His manner is clumsy; he knows

that, bless you, but it's the only manner he can manage, and she is so adroit she can sugarcoat even such a

pill as that and coax people to swallow it. I don't know anything about the Italian who is working with them

down here. But a gang of the WelchVaurigard Sneyd type has tentacles all over the Continent; such people

"About Lady MountRhyswicke," said Cornish, "it seems strange enough, but she has a perfect right to her

name. She is a good deal older than she looks, and I've heard she used to be remarkably beautiful. Her third

husband was Lord George MountRhyswicke, a man who'd been dropped from his clubs, and he deserted her

in 1903, but she has not divorced him. It is said that he is somewhere in South America; however, as to that I

Mr. Cornish put the very slightest possible emphasis on the word "know," and proceeded:

"I've heard that she is sincerely attached to him and sends him money from time to time, when she has

itthough that, too, is thirdhand information. She has been declasse ever since her first divorce. That was a

'celebrated case,' and she's dropped down pretty far in the world, though I judge she's a good deal the best of

this crowd. Exactly what her relations to the others are I don't know, but I imagine that she's pretty thick with

"Just a little!" exclaimed Cooley. "She sits behind one of the lambkins and Helene behind the other while

they get their woolly wool clipped. I suppose the two of 'em signaled what was in every hand we held, though

I'm sure they needn't have gone to the trouble! Fact is, I don't see why they bothered about goin' through the

form of playin' cards with us at all. They could have taken it away without that! Whee!" Mr. Cooley whistled

loud and long. "And there's loads of wise young men on the ocean now, hurryin' over to take our places in the

pens. Well, they can have mine! Funny, Mellin: nobody would come up to you or me in the Grand Central in

New York and try to sell us greenbacks just as good as real. But we come over to Europe with our pockets

full o' money and start in to see the Big City with Jesse James in a false mustache on one arm, and Lucresha

"I am afraid I agree with you," said Cornish; "though I must say that, from all I hear, Madame de Vaurigard

might put an atmosphere about a thing which would deceive almost any one who wasn't on his guard. When a

"Yesterday evening, Mr. Mellin," continued the journalist, "when I saw the son of my old friend in company

with Welch and Sneyd, of course I tried to warn him. I've often seen them in Paris, though I believe they have

no knowledge of me. As I've said, they are notorious, especially Welch, yet they have managed, so far, to

avoid any difficulty with the Paris police, and, I'm sorry to say, it might be hard to actually prove anything

against them. You couldn't prove that anything was crooked last night, for instance. For that matter, I don't

suppose you want to. Mr. Cooley wishes to accept his loss and bear it, and I take it that that will be your

attitude, too. In regard to the note you gave Sneyd, I hope you will refuse to pay; I don't think that they would

"Neither do I," Mr. Cooley agreed. "I left a silver cigarettecase at the apartment last night, and after talkin'

to Cornish a while ago, I sent my man for it with a note to her that'll make 'em all sit up and take some notice.

The gang's all there together, you can be sure. I asked for Sneyd and Pedlow in the office and found they'd

gone out early this morning leavin' word they wouldn't be back till midnight. And, see here; I know I'm easy,

but somehow I believe you're even a softer piece o' meat than I am. I want you to promise me that whatever

"Well," he said, "I've got to hustle to get my car shipped and make the train. Cornish has finished his job

down here and he's goin' with me. I want to get out. The whole thing's left a mighty bad taste in my mouth,

and I'd go crazy if I didn't get away from it. Why don't you jump into your clothes and come along, too?"

"Well," said the young man with a sympathetic shake of the head, "you certainly look sick. It may be better if

you stay in bed till evening: a train's a mighty mean place for the day after. But I wouldn't hang around here

too long. If you want money, all you have to do is to ask the hotel to cash a check on your home bank; they're

always glad to do that for Americans." He turned to the door. "Mr. Cornish, if you're goin' to help me about

Young Cooley came back to the bedside and shook the other's feverish hand. "Goodby, ole man. I'm awful

sorry it's all happened, but I'm glad it didn't cost you quite as much money as it did me. Otherwise I expect

it's hit us about equally hard. I wishI wish I could find a inice one"the youth gulped over something not

Most people have had dreams of approaching dangers in the path of which their bodies remained inert; when,

in spite of the frantic wish to fly, it was impossible to move, while all the time the horror crept closer and

closer. This was Mellin's state as he saw the young man going. It was absolutely necessary to ask Cooley for

A multitudinous clangor of bells and a dozen neighboring chimes rang noon; then the rectangular oblongs of

hot sunlight that fell from the windows upon the carpet of Mellin's room began imperceptibly to shift their

angles and move eastward. From the stone pavement of the street below came the sound of horses pawing

and the voices of waiting cabmen; then bells again, and more bells; clamoring the slow and cruel afternoon

into the past. But all was silent in Mellin's room, save when, from time to time, a long, shuddering sigh came

The unhappy young man had again drawn the coverlet over his head, but not to sleep: it was more like a

forlorn and desperate effort to hide, as if he crept into a hole, seeking darkness to cover the shame and fear

that racked his soul. For though his shame had been too great to let him confess to young Cooley and ask for

help, his fear was as great as his shame; and it increased as the hours passed. In truth his case was desperate.

Except the people who had stripped him, Cooley was the only person in all of Europe with whom he had

more than a very casual acquaintance. At home, in Cranston, he had no friends susceptible to such an appeal

as it was vitally necessary for him to make. His relatives were not numerous: there were two aunts, the

widows of his father's brothers, and a number of oldmaid cousins; and he had an uncle in Iowa, a country

minister whom he had not seen for years. But he could not cable to any of these for money; nor could he quite

conjure his imagination into picturing any of them sending it if he did. And even to cable he would have to

pawn his watch, which was an oldfashioned one of silver and might not bring enough to pay the charges.

He began to be haunted by fragmentary, prophetic visionsconfused but realistic in detail, and horridly

probableof his ejectment from the hotel, perhaps arrest and trial. He wondered what they did in Italy to

people who "beat" hotels; and, remembering what some one had told him of the dreadfulness of Italian jails,

The ruddy oblongs of sunlight crawled nearer to the east wall of the room, stretching themselves thinner and

thinner, until finally they were not there at all, and the room was left in deepening grayness. Carriages, one

after the other, in unintermittent succession, rumbled up to the hotelentrance beneath the window, bringing

goldfish for the Pincio and the fountains of Villa Borghese. Wild strains from the Hungarian orchestra,

rhapsodical twankings of violins, and the runaway arpeggios of a zither crazed with speed mania, skipped

along the corridors and lightly through Mellin's door. In his mind's eye he saw the gay crowd in the watery

light, the little tables where only five days ago he had sat with the loveliest of all the anemonelike ladies....

The beautifullydressed teadrinkers were there now, under the green glass dome, prattling and smiling,

those people he had called his own. And as the music sounded louder, faster, wilder and wilder with the gipsy

madnessthen in that darkening bedchamber his soul became articulate in a cry of humiliation

A vision came before his closed eyes; the maplebordered street in Cranston, the long, straight, wide street

where Mary Kramer lived; a summer twilight; Mary in her white muslin dress on the veranda steps, and a

wistaria vine climbing the post beside her, half embowering her. How cool and sweet and good she looked!

Dusk stole through the windows: the music ceased and the teahour was over. The carriages were departing,

bearing the gay people who went away laughing, calling last words to one another, and, naturally, quite

unaware that a young man, who, five days before, had adopted them and called them "his own," was lying in

A ten o'clock, a page bearing a card upon a silver tray knocked upon the door, and stared with wideeyed

If you are there will you give me a few minutes? I am waiting in a cab at the next corner by the fountain.

Mellin's hand shook as he read. He did not doubt that she came as an emissary; probably they meant to hound

him for payment of the note he had given Sneyd, and at that thought he could have shrieked with hysterical

Mellin was partly dressedhe had risen half an hour earlier and had been distractedly pacing the floor when

the page knockedand he completed his toilet quickly. He passed down the corridors, descended by the

stairway (feeling that to use the elevator would be another abuse of the confidence of the hotel company) and

slunk across the lobby with the look and the sensations of a tramp who knows that he will be kicked into the

A closed cab stood near the fountain at the next corner. There was a trunk on the box by the driver, and the

"Yes. Will you get in? We'll just drive round the block if you don't mind. I'll bring you back here in ten

minutes." And when he had tremulously complied, "Avanti, cocchiere," she called to the driver, and the tired

Lady MountRhyswicke maintained silence for a time, while her companion waited, his heart pounding with

The fear of breaking down kept him from answering. He gulped painfully once or twice, and turned his face

"I was rather afraid you'd refuse," she said seriously. "Really, I wonder you were willin' to come!"

"I wasI was afraid not to." He choked out the confession with the recklessness of final despair.

"So?" she said, with another short laugh. Then she resumed her even, tired monotone: "Your little friend

Cooley's note this morning gave us all a rather fair notion as to what you must be thinkin' of us. He seems to

have found a sort of walkin' 'Who's WhoontheContinent' since last night. Pity for some people he didn't

find it before! I don't think I'm sympathetic with your little Cooley. I 'guess,' as you Yankees say, 'he can

stand it.' But"her voice suddenly became louder"I'm not in the business of robbin' babies and orphans,

no, my dear friends, nor of helpin' anybody else to rob them either!Here you are!"

She thrust into his hand a small packet, securely wrapped in paper and fastened with rubber bands. "There's

your block of express checks for six hundred dollars and your I 0 U to Sneyd with it. Take better care of it

He had been tremulous enough, but at that his whole body began to shake violently.

"I say, take better care of it next time," she said, dropping again into her monotone. "I didn't have such an

easy time gettin' it back from them as you might think. I've got rather a sore wrist, in fact."

"Oh, that's soon mended," she laughed drearily. "The truth is, it's been a good thing for meyour turning up.

They're gettin' in too deep water for me, Helene and her friends, and I've broken with the lot, or they've

broken with me, whichever it is. We couldn't hang together after the fightin' we've done today. I had to do a

lot of threatenin' and things. Welch was ugly, so I had to be ugly too. Never mind"she checked an

uncertain effort of his to speak"I saw what you were like, soon as we sat down at the table last night

how new you were and all that. It needed only a glance to see that Helene had made a mistake about you.

She'd got a notion you were a millionaire like the little Cooley, but I knew better from your talk. She's clever,

but she's French, and she can't get it out of her head that you could be an American and not a millionaire. Of

course, they all knew better when you brought out your express checks and talked like somebody in one of

the oldtime storybooks about 'debts of honor.' Even Helene understood then that the express checks were

She paused again for a moment, then resumed: "There isn't much use our goin' over it all, but I want you to

know one thing. Your little friend Cooley made it rather clear that he accused Helene and me of signalin'.

Well, I didn't. Perhaps that's the reason you didn't lose as much as he did; I can't say. And one thing more: all

this isn't goin' to do you any harm. I'm not very keen about philosophy and religion and that, but I believe if

you're let in for a lot of trouble, and it only half kills you, you can get some good of it."

"You've probably got a sweetheart in the States somewherea nice girl, a pretty young thing who goes to

"I am not worthy," he began, choked suddenly, then finished"to breathe the same air!"

"That's quite right," Lady MountRhyswicke assured him. "Think what you'd think of her if she'd got herself

into the same sort of scrape by doin' the things you've been doin'! And remember that if you ever feel

impatient with her, or have any temptations to superiority in times to come. And yet"for the moment she

spoke earnestly"you go back to your little girl, but don't you tell her a word of this. You couldn't even tell

"Oh, it's simple. I saw that if I was gettin' down to where I was robbin' babies and orphans...." The cab halted.

"Here's your corner. I told him only to go round the block and come back. Goodby. I'm off for Amalfi. It's a

He got out dazedly, and the driver cracked his whip over the little horse; but Mellin lifted a detaining hand.

"I can'tI can't look you in the face," he stammered, his attitude perfectly corroborative of his words. "I

"I've never written any poetry," he said, not looking up. "Perhaps I cannow. What I want to say isI'm so

ashamed of itI don't know how to get the words out, but I must. I may never see you again, and I must. I 'm

She laughed her tired laugh and said in her tired voice the last words he was ever destined to hear from her:

One of the hundreds of good saints that belong to Rome must have overheard her and pitied the young man,

for it is ascribable only to some such special act of mercy that Mellin understood (and he did) exactly what