bush. "You know after seven yeairs
we may not have one atom of our pad
selves. I hope I haven't"
"Your eyes have changed," anid
the other man slowly and curiously.
Then he looked at his watch
ten minutes more." And he vigorous
ly attacked his salad.
"I'll bet you stay half an hopr,"
laughed his host
"I'll bet I don't"
"Lord! You are hard hit, old c
"Put up your money," laughed
Fenton. I can use it Just no
Forbush hastily wrote f a c
which the other covered with bitls
"What did you mean aboutl my
eyes looking strange?" asked feor
bush. "I wish you'd look carefully
and tell me." j
Fenton looked searchingly int 3 his
host's eyes. They seemed to old
his gaze in some unaccountable U'ay.
He did not speak, but sat sti 11' as
though fascinated. Presently his
eyes closed and he sank back i 1 the
chair. Forbush regarded the : beep
ing man'with an amused smile He
took out his watch, laid it on th &pile
of bank notes and carefully icted
"I guess she'll forgive him i : he's
15 minutes late," he said to himself.
He picked up an evening papr and
scanned the contents. After si (time
he again consulted his watch and
gave a slight start. "Oh, welt only
eight minutes overtime for good
measure," he thought, and go rig to
the sleeping man he began making
vpasses over his face, at the sair & time
calling him by name. But his i abject
did not respond as he had ex i acted.
He tried all the means of which he
knew to bring the man out of his
hypnotic sleep. The more nsrvous
and terrified he became the lles ef
fect he knew he was having tan the
unconscious man. He dreadacl call
ing help for fear of the conseauences
to himself. After working over Fen
ton for nearly, an hour, tnel young
man opened his eyes, staring about
"Hurry, Bruce, hurry!" cried For
bush, almost dragging him from the
"What is the matter? Have I been
asleep?" He clutched his watch,
looked at the time, his face went
ashy white and he staggered back,
catching at the table. "Devil! you
drugged me!" He sprang at the other
man, clutching at his throat
Forbush held him off while he
spoke. "No, no, Bruce, I mesmerized
you, just to win the bet I meant to
wake you up on time, and I
Fenton dashed to the telephone.
His hand trembled so he could
scarcely hold the receiver. Finally
he got his number. "It's Bruce Fen
ton. Yes yes. Tell her I'll be
there is half an hour." And he hung
up the received.
"My God!" he groaned. 'What will
she think of me? Do you know what
you have done? It is 9 o'clock. I
was to have been married at half
The face of the other man went al
most as white as his.
"Oh, forgive me, old man. I didn't
"You must come with me now,"
said Bruce, and the two men rushed
out, hailed a taxi and were soon on
the way to Fenton's hotel. The clerk
at the desk, frightened and anxious,
met Fenton with a string of tele
phone calls and messages. The ex
citement at the home of the bride
had penetrated the place and curious
groups stared at the two men. Fen
ton made the hastiest toilet of his
life, but, in spite of it all, he found
after he was in the taxi he would be
nearer an hour than thirty minutes
"It's all of three miles to the
house," he groaned. "My God, what
can I say?"
"You will have to tell the truth,"
said Forbush, visibly wincing.
"They won t believe me."
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