Life — March 7, 1907 — page 39: what you’re looking at

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i i SI SAINI Es deters Lieutenant Bertrand had bought and paid for? She smiled sweetly. Her dainty little feet threaded their way in and out with charming di i He had come out the year before, and their eyes had met. sufficient for love—love in its wondrously colored oriental style. The ishman, bluff, hearty, was won completely. Occasionally he thought of his wife at home—when he sent her a re- mittance—with a sigh, but, after all, why bother with such details? Was not Madam Crysalis all in all to him? The days passed. One afternoon, as they sat sipping tea, a jinrikisha stopped in front of the gate. A tall, queenly blonde got out. Madam Crysalis looked up “Ah, sweetheart,” she said, “here is some one coming in, What can she desire? Is she your sister from your own land? Maybe she is a dis- tant relative—some one you know.” Lieutenant Bertrand stood up and looked up at the tall blonde— “Good Gawd!” he muttered, biting off one of his mustaches. “It is Sarah.” He smiled a blythe smile—one of those light, dainty smiles so common to British officers. ‘‘ Never fear, little one,” he said to Madam Crysalis. “Twill protect you.” Sarah was now within call. “Don't you know me, Jack?” she cried. “Dear old Jack! What lovely flowers. Who is this person? Your gardener? Do they have gar- dener maids in this beastly little country?” Madam Crysalis gathered her kimono around her, “I am his wife,” she said, haughtil: “Come now, girls,” said Jack in his bluff, honest way. “Don’t get mad. Cousin Sarah, I’m glad to see you,” he said, looking at the blonde fixedly, while he motioned her on the side to keep quiet. “Crysy, leave us a little, will you? I want to ask Cousin Sarah about Auntie and the twins and all the news from home.” Madam Crysalis tiptoed away, looking faint. Jack faced his real wife. “Sarah,” he said, “you're a brick. I was afraid you'd say something.” “Never!” replied Sarah, firmly. “She will never know the truth from me. Dear little thing, I’m afraid it will kill her when she does hear it. How pathetic! You are the brute. Wait till I get you home.” “All right. Do as you will. But how can we keep Crysy happy?” “You must let her down easy.” At this moment Madam Crysalis reappeared. She pointed to Sarah. “T know,” she gasped at last. “I understand. She—she is your real wife. She taka you away. I kill myself.” “Don’t!” pleaded Sarah. “Please don’t.” Jack pulled out his check book. “Here,” he said. “Let me give you something to remember us by.” He handed her a check. She tossed it aside, quivering with rage, and pointed madly to the front gate. As they slowly disappeared, she picked up the check once more and hurried to the bank, where she got the money, x kk That evening Madam Crysalis and Woo Wung, who kept a small tea- shop on the outskirts of the town, were sitting together in the cool of the evening. “I’m glad you've come back to me,” said Woo. “By the way, Mame, did you do well by that last Englishman ?” “Bully,” said Madam. “We can retire now for the rest of our lives.”” Eskimo Pepita and her mother sat on an iceberg looking at the aurora borealis, Jacques had now been gone for some days. Pepita -vas sad. So was her mother. There was only a part of one walrus left. Pepita’s father had gone with Jacques, looking for more. The human soul is the same north or south, east or west, southwest and nor’ nor’east. Pepita had a soul. It stirred in the depths of her bosom, especially when she was hungry. The girl’s eyes glowed with intense, dramatic, primitive feeling. For it must be confessed that we are now dealing with the elemental. Great passions swayed these wonderful people of the north. Continued on page 360 Are You Going Travelers Cheques were originated in 1891 by the AMERICAN EXPRESS COMPANY CHICAGO 71 Monroe St. 65 Broadvay Abroad? If So, Take merican Express ae te (OO American Express Company. Full information regarding Travelers Cheques may be had at any Agency of this Company, or by addressing the NEW YORK BOSTON 43 Franklin St. comicbooks.com