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Dy Author of CHAPTER Ilf.-Contlnucd ) "What la the mntter, Kitty?" ho asked, In a Brave, kindly tone, when lie ail looked at nio for some minutes. 'Nothing," I retnrnod quickly. "Do X look ns though something waa the raattar?" "Yes, very muoh," he answered qulotly, after a moment's pause. I threw my work awny from me, and looked across nt blm doflantly, desper ntcly, with a sudden passionate lni pulso to pour out In hitter words all my anger and resentment. "Yes, something Is the matter!" I exclaimed. "I knew that," he replied, In his quiet, kindly tone. I looked at him quickly, my breath coming and going lit Uttlo excited, angry gasps. Ami In n moment, as I looked, my flash of courngo vanished. My heart wbb heating fast still, but boating In a frightened, fluttering way. "I ought to understand your moods by this time, Kitty," ho continued gen tly. "I know in a moment that some thing had worried you. Toll mo all about It." Tell him nil about Itl I had sud denly realized that nothing could ln duco mo to toll him a word about It. I could only wonder nt myself for my own temerity for having said so much. I looked away hastily out of tho win dow at tho organ-man and his monkey nd the growing troop of ragged chil dren. "Oh, It was nothing!" I returned hurriedly. "Something voxed mo. It was nothing not Important." It surprised mo that ho did not urge mo any further. lie sat regarding mo Krnvely nnd thoughtfully. Thoro was something of anxiety In his oyca when I turned my head again and surprised his glance. "Oh, Mr. Mortimer!" Tho exclamation came from tho door way. Meg stood tharo, bcr hand on tho door, and looked In and hesitated, evi dently trying desperately to think of somo excuse for hastily retreating. As John Mortimer rose and wont to meet her, she came In reluctantly, looking at him with a hnlf-doprccatlng, hnlf Inughlng glance, hor bluo eyes twink ling oven as sho mutoly apologized. Sho I BOWED MY HEAD stood in tho middlo of tho room for a mlnulo, as though hesitating whothor to go or stay. Sho took oft hor pretty, shady straw hat, nnd shook hor hair free into Ioobo, airy, pretty waves and curls; thon suddenly sho banished tho thought of retroatlng, sat down bosldo me on tho sofa nnd gave horselt up to tho pastime of tormenting us. Bending forward a little, with ono el bow on her knee, nnd hor protty chin on hor Uttlo pink palm, she could face us both. Now her eyes glanced mis chievously into mine, now suddonly, with a swift amlle, Into his. Xud how bowltchlngly protty sho lookod nil tho whllo! I found myself wondering with a sudden cagorness, and a strange sick ness of heart, what John Mortimer thought of her prottlness. "Kitty's to lcavo school, Mr. Mortl nior," sho told him presently, In an admirably simple, natural tone. "Did you know?" I bowed my head lower over my work.conacloun that my faco was grow ing crimson, and thnt two pairs of eyes wore wntohlng me. "Is that truo?" ho askod. "Mamma says so, For somo nowly arisen nnd mysterloun reason, Mr. Mor timer, Kitty Is to blossom forth at onco Into a grown-up lady aren't you, Kit ty? She's to turn up hor hair nnd learn how to mnko Jnms Instead of Latin prcfle. Mamma, you muse know, awoko this morning or, rather, thl3 afternoon In a most astonishingly do mestic mood. Sho descended upon us In our sitting-room and took our breath awny. Whal do you think sho said?" HUSBAND "Hetty," Etc, 45 "Mff, don't!" I orlad helplessly. "Mr. Mortimer doosn't want to hear." "On tb contrary, he's looking most eager," said Msg, provoklngly calm. "From all we could gather, Mr. Morti mer, Kitty's to renounce the higher ed ucation and take to ladylike accom plishments Jam making and the put tins of feathera Into her hats. Now, what would you say was going to hap pen T You don't know, of course!" "I wish I did!" "Kitty, you know, was destined for n goverues " "I'm to bo n governess still," I In terposed. "The plan Isn't changed; nothing could change It. I want to be a governess!" "You want to bo a governess?" re peated Mr. Mortimer slowly, In n some what puzzled tono. Well might ho bo puzzled! Times beyond number I had confided to Mm my utter detestation of the post of preceptress told him I would rather sweep rooms, make match boxes, sell apples at street corners do nnythlng! Nevertheless "I shall lovo to bo a governess!" I declared, with steady decision, "Kitty my dear, dear Kitty!" ex postulated Meg. "I shall love it!" I repeated, with de fiance CHAPTER IV. Looking up, I found John Mortimer's eyes still fixed upon mo with ft steady glance, half puzzled, hnlf troubled. He made a hasty, resolute attempt to change the conversation, nnd Buccoed od; In a few minutes Mog was gaily de scribing our plans for summer holidays in August. She had forgotten mo and tho plcasuro of tormenting me. "Wo are going to Cornwall," and sho sighed. "Cornwall's quiet that suits father: nnd Cornwall's cheap that suits mamma. It doesn't suit us at all. Dora and I hato hills and cliffs; we llko promenades and bauds nnd ten nis. It's a frivolous thing to confess we don't carel Wo detest cheap placos, and, If thero's ouo thing worao than n chenn n ace. It's a quiet place! Are you also coming to Cornwall, Mr. Mor tlmor?" "No; I am going to Brittany, It my present plans hold good." LOWER OVER MY WORK. "That's whero your slater lives?" "Yes." "I don't think I would go to Brit tany to seo my sister If I woro you." "wny not?" "Oh, sho don't deserve It. I don't llko your sister,. Mr. Mortimer von non't mind my saying so, do you?" Mr. Mortlmor amll,ed quickly, yot nair reluctantly. "How did you como to know my sis tor?" ho asked. "I don't know her; I don't want to know hor I don't like her! I road nn nrtlclo of hers onco In ono of tho dull magazines the magazines that father takes in. It was on 'Girls of the Nino teonth Century.' I daro say It was very clever I know It was vory horrid, sar caBtlc, superior, hateful 1 She was 'girl of tho nineteenth century' hcrsolf once, I suppose, onco or Id she nearly ninoty?" "Sljo Is Just thirty-six, Miss Mog." "Poor thing!" Wo both laughed at the long-drawn out pity of Meg's tone. "At thirty-sly I can imagine that ono may feol a hundred!" sho said fcollng ly. "Still ono may feel a hundred with out fooling so superior about it. Fathor gnvo mo tho nrtlclo to rend; ho thought It would do mo good, and It didn't!" "No; you don't seem to havo boon benefited, I confess." "It only mndo mo rojolco to think that I lived In tho nineteenth century Olrlo In tho last century woro much ' loss frivolous, ns well as Icsb Indopond cut; they thought less about their hats 1 und dresses-mndo their things Ins.- spoke when thoy wcro spoken to nr. wcro altogether models of correct de portment. Well, I'm glad I wasn't ai last century girl! Besides, I haven't I tho lenst bit of n wish in tho world to bo dead nnd burled I I'm glad your sister lives In Brittany! Brittany's n good long way off. If sho lived in Lon don I suppose wo should havo to know hor?" "You trill ho sorry to hoar, Mies Mog, that I believe sho is thinking of comlnc to London." "Oh! To live?" "Yes I think so. Sho went to Brit tany ten yenrs ago to live with n very dear friend of hem, who married nnd settlod there. Her friend, Mndamo Ar naud, is a widow now; thcro Is noth ing to keep them in Urlttnny any longer. They are coming to England in September indeed, I nm going abroad now to help them to settle their affairs before they leave" Mej; wan tapping tho ground softly with her little pointed shoe, nnd look ing down at It with nn absorbed, puz zled air, her brows knit In thought "Madame Arnntid Madame Ar naud!" oho repeated. "I have heard of Madamo Arnntid!" He did not offer to quicken her memory. It nccmcd to me thnt an expression of nnnoyanco crossed his fnco. "Whnt Is It that I havo heard? I can't remember," said Meg, raising her eyes and appealing to him. Thcro was n distinct noto of lmpa tienco In his gntvo tono as ho an swered her. "I nm sure I can not say. Whnt ovcr you havo heard must havo ben In her pralso that ono may safely af firm 1" Meg mndo a Uttlo gesture of disdain. "And does sho belong to this cen tury?" bIio asked, after n pause, her bluo eyes looking nt him seriously. "Yes sho belongs to this century," ho said, smiling. But again, in spite of his smile, it struck mo thnt tho conversation vexed him. I Jo was Impatient, not nt case. I had not spoken, but now I felt a sudden need to nslt ono question tho samo question which indirectly Meg had asked. "Is sho young?" I asked quickly, looking at him. "Not what you would cnll young, Kitty," ho returned gently, in a differ ent tone. "Sho Is 30 perhaps a Uttlo moro than 30. I havo not scon much of hor theso last ten years, but I saw her for an hour or two Inst summer; sho was as young then ns bIio was at 20. Sho la ono of thoso womon who will never grow old. When -sho comes to London, Kitty, you must know her. You nnd sho will bo good friends I think so." "I don't envy Kitty," said Meg, In a stago whisper to hor pointed too. "la she a French womnn?" sho asked In a different tono, looking up again. "No English." "And sho married a Frenchman," said Meg. "How horrid! "Was ho llko tho Frcnchtnnn ono sees upon tho tngo always rubbing his hands and bowing? Why did sho marry him?" "Becauso she loved him, I suppose, novor asked her." "Then why assume that It was lovo? Very few peoplo marry for lovo ex cept In books or so mnmma says. Not that mamnia'H opinion Is worth much; It's hor opinion that our dresses should last two summers, and that tho sec ond summer, if wo look guys, wo should bo contented. All tho same, nil peoplo don't mnrry for lovo for In Btanco, I heard today of n person who thinks of marrying for u very different motive" Ho showed no curiosity, nor did ho Ehow much signs of confusion. For- Imps ho had not heard what Mec Bald. Ho did not scorn, Indeed, to bo heed ing hor; ho was rising now to go. "If ono wanted to fall In love," said Meg, "ono would novor chooso a 'ranchman. Mndamo Arnntid Ma damo Arnntid? I wondor whero I havo heard and whnt I havo heard of Ma. damo Arnaud." (To ho continued,) Ntnincn Duel. LcttorB from Buenos Ayres glvo do- tails of n remarkable- duel of which tno famous Italian fencing mnBter, Chovnller Plnl, was tho hero. Plnl re cently opened a school of nrntB, In tho Argonttno republic, nnd, having been subjected to some criticism by n local Journal, told tho scribe in hla own frank, ploasnnt way what ho thought of him. Reparation was demnnded nnd pistols wero tho weapons selected. Tho conditions of meeting woro singular. Tho adversaries woro to be placed back to back, and at tho word of command woro each to take fifteen stops forward and then turn around nnd flro simulta neously. On tho ground tho men wore placed ns arranged, and, at tho given signal, began to march forward, ono of tho seconds counting tho Bteps. Plnl had only mndo five strides when he heard a report and tho whistle of a bul let past his ear. Ho turned nnd Baw his adversary with tho smoking pistol In his hand. Plnl, In n furious rngo, dropped hla wenpon, rushed at his man nnd gnvo him n sound threshing with his fists. Tho seconds took sides for their respcctlvo principals and a gen eral moloo went forward until Borne gendarmes nrrlvcd. Plnl's adversary then took to his heels, and has not beeit soon since Pnll Mall Gazette. A llomletl Aililcr. When Tom Hood wns passing his honeymoon In tho country ho killed nn addor ono day. "Tell your father," ho wroto to his wlfe'B sister, In do scribing tho Incident, "thnt they aro called adders because two and two to. gother mnko four." Tho Hwitn II t.oiiK-I.tvoil lllrd. Among tho birds tho Bwan lives to ho tho oldest, In cxtremo cases caching 300 years. Tho falcon ItaB been known to llvo over 161 yearn. mura "TCYTnnT. a t? XJULIJJ JJUJLIAA JiLXLt I. Donaghue knelt at the door and put a practiced ear to tho keyhole. Thoro was a fnlnt sound of breathing, i;o still thnt Donagltuo pressed his rough ear till closer to tho brassy aperture In tho door and listened even more Intent ly. Hla small eyes clUtoncd in the dark hallway llko the eyoa of a cat (ho had been nicknamed "The Cat" for IhLi vory peculiarity), but there was no one In tho houso to see thoio glistening eyes navo the servants, fast asloep two stories above, nnd the oecupanta of this no room. He had watched that house three preceding days aad ntghUi. He know thnt It was occupied by a youag man and hit wife evidently newly warded and beyond doubt rich. lie knew that the servaita were a eook, two maids, and a butler, a ad he hod almost worked out la als ralnd Just where the pretty wife plaeed her Jew elry when she went to Ltd In tho m fiend-floor room, and Juet what means the husband took to aeoure bis proba bly well-filled purse. Donaghue was patience personified. and ho received the reward that all patience deserves. His thin faco broad ened Into n smile as he realized tho fact that tho breathing was that of a wom an, and that sho was alone. When ono Is In tho habit of maklnc social calls of tho description that Donaghue wa3 making It la much bet ter to find husbands away from home, the servants and occupants of tho houso nil asleep, and tho policeman on tho bent qulto out of hearing. Donnghuo was not In tho habit of entering tho mansions of tho rich by tno rront door, or being ushered Into tho presence of tho hostess by a liv eried flunkey, of making pollto inqul rlra concerning her health, and depart ing, nfter leaving his card. Tho fact was, Donagltuo shrank from notoriety. Ho preferred a quiet en trance by tho window wholly unob served If posslblo, nnd, departing, loft not his card nor anything elso was of "DON'T MENTION IT," valueandat tho samo tlmo portable. In deed, Donnghuo was not tho tall, hand some fellow that most heroes aro. On tho contrary, ho was of medium height, sparo, slouch, and had a general np- pearanco that was anything but pre possessing. "Dead easy," said Donagltuo to Mm- self. "A young married couplo, as I thought, and husband's away on the looso. She's calling his namo In hor sleep. But I needn't expect him until morning, nnd when ho does como home ho'll probably bo drunk. That's what I call dead easy." Ho turned tho knob of tho door and opened It tho fraction of au inch. His small eyes glistened In tho dark as ho found that tho door was not locked and that In' all probability It would not squeak, "Tho easiest thing I've struck In my twenty years' experience," said Don aghue, again to himself a remark that was noteworthy only becauso Don aghuo was Uttlo over 20 years of ago, and, therefore, must havo begun his efforts to get on In tho world at qulto an enrly age. Slowly and with infinite enro he opened tho door and ontored the room. Four foot from him, as ho stood al most breathless, with his hand still clasping tho knob of tho door, lay tho sleenlni: form of n woman. A flood of moonlight from tho window fell upon her and melted tho pink of hor cheok, tho cream of her throat, tho lnco of hor night-dress, and tho whlto sheet that wrappod hor, Into ono scml-goldcn hue. Tho undulation caused by her breath Ing mndo her look llko a drooping Illy ewnyed by tho gentlest of breezes. "Groat heavens!" thought Donaghuo, "what a beauty!" Ho could hear her faintly mutter tho namo "Paul Paul" at Intervals, and ho had a vaguo con Bclousness of a certain disrespect for Paul, whoevor he might bo. A man must bo a bruto t lcavo such n wom an alono at night, Uo lingered but a moment, though. Beauty was a thing of Uttlo value to Donaghue. His own Magglo was hardly cursed with the fatal gift of beauty, and sho was quite na Jealotu ns other wives. Ho stepped softly and quickly to tho dressing-case at tho other end of tho room. Ho picked up n perfumed lace handker chief nnd threw It away Impatiently, although In hU moro youthful days a lace handkerchief ho would havo considered n prize of no mean value. Below it ho found what ho wanted and expected a locket and chain, a Jeweled watch, a heavy bracolot, a pin, and what seemed to him a handful ol rings. Ho held them all up la tho moonlight and noticed how thoy sparkled in hla trembling hand, and to smiled with delicto t. "There's nothing tho matter with this," said Donaghue, almost aloutl. "She won't look m pretty In the Morn ing, after sho haa orlcd for nn heur or two. She'll ery, of course, but sbo's rluli, and can afford to lose thorn. Site an get others Just llko thorn. Her husband will buy them for her Just to keep her pretty mouth shut about aU being out so long. Hanged if I o how ho can keep away long onouga to glvo a fellow llko mo a chanco to make a living." He turned and looked at her. He felt llko adding a stolen kls3 to the other Jewels he had taken. Ho almost laughed aloud at tho thought of such a man as ho kissing such a pcorlo33 beauty as the woman who lay on the bed before him. And ho was Just about to depart as peacefully as a social caller, when suddenly ho heard the nlammlng of the front door In tho hall below. "Her old man," said Donaghuo, for gottlng that he was probably a young man; "and I'm caught Caught bur glary ten years at least. I'll kill him. But I'll be caught whether I kill him or not, and" (solf-upbraldlngly) "I could have got away easily enough If I hadn't stopped to look at her." Again he stepped quickly to the door and listened. Ho heard footsteps In tho hall beneath. Tho man had stepped ANSWERED DONAGHUE. Into tho back parlor, or library, which ever It was. Perhaps tho man had been out on business and would stop thoro for a mlnuto or two at his desk. Per haps thero was, after all, a chanco for escape. Ho was cool and careful. Ho dropped tho Jewels on the bed. It would not do to bo caught with them about him, And ho went out. II. Tho door Equeaked this tlmo, and tho young wife started in her sleep, awoko, and half-roso In her bed. Donaghuo, at tho samo time, heard tho Bhufllo of feet In tho room below. Ho paused and listened at tho top of tho stairs. Even though the man had heard the door squeak ho had not loft tho back room. Donaghuo tripped down tho stairs as softly as a cat. Ho had been In a tight fix before, and he was never cloverer than when ho know that ho was In danger. But luck was against him. Thero was a fur rug at tho foot of tho stairs Tho floor beneath was polished. He slipped and foil, nnd lnsplto of him self ho uttered an exclamation that was profnno enough to be unmistakably masculine. He heard tho man rush from tho library, and how It all hap pened he hardly knew, but somo way or othor ho managed to dash Into the dark parlor, to throw open tho window, and Jump out. Ho expected to tall at least eight or ten feet. Ho did not fall two. Ho had Jumped out on a porch, ovldontly, for he could seo tho railing In tho moon light. Thero wns ono thing to do to hldo directly beneath tho window In tho shadow and wait, Ho know his pursuer would bo thoro In a moment Ho know thcro would bo a huo and cry. Still, thero was a chance. True enough, tho man camo to the windowbut, to tho lnflnlto surprise of Donaghue, ho made uo outcry. Ho heard tho mm utter a half-articulate, "Heavens has it' come to this 1 " Ho heard hire walk a few steps and strike' & match. Ho saw tho light of tho gas Jeta from tho window and then ho know that he was safe, and he cursed himself for a fool for leaving the Jow cls bohlnd. It was tantalizing'. He raised him solf cautiously and looked In tho room. Tho wan was sitting In n great arm chair In tho center of the room sobbing aa though hla heart would break. Don aghue nlnioit laughed aloud at tho slgJtt. Thoro was something In it all that ho could not understand. Ho wanted to flud out tho real meaning of It. Beside, he had n sort of dare dovli Idea that perhaps after all ho niisht cat tin Jewels. Ho waited. Ho had hardly tlmo to scratolt his head lu perplexity when tho door of Uio reoai dm epeucd, and tho woman, wfcoae beauty bad been unconsaJously the eauee of Doaazhuc's folly, entered. SJiq irw UU Lu her night-dress, but she wae very pale and very frightened. Sho ran to the sobbing man and foil on hor knees as she erlcd out: "Oh, Paul, Paul I whnt Is tho mat ter?" To Donarhue'a surprise the man pushed her roughly away. "How can you look mo In the faco?" he cried. "How daro you como to mo after this?" Calmly tho womnn raised herself to her feet, and, looking at tho man, said In n forced whisper: "What do I mean. You know what I mean," answerod tho man. "Ho has been hero at last perhaps not for tho first time. But I havo found it out. I havo found you out." Donaghue heard n stifled moan and tho crash of a body ns It fell on tho floor. Ho began to gather a crudo Idea of what it was all about. He had some experience with Maggie; Ho had been Jealous himself once. Ho raised himself a llttla hlghor and peered over tho sill of tho window. The woman was not moaning now, but In a dead faint, and, with her faco as whlto as tho sheet that covered hor in tho room above, sho lay motionless at tho feet of tho man who accused her. Tho man stood over her with burn ing checks and clenched hands. "And tho cur ran away from you? IIo didn't even stay to fight mo llko a man! He's a coward. I knew It when wo mot him In Baden. He's a villain. I know It when he followed us to Lon don. Ho can take you now. I don't want you. And somo day ho'll run away from you, poor, beautiful, miser able fool, Just as ho has run away from me." Thcro was considerable human na ture In Donaghue, even though ho did mako his living in a peculiar way. This was a Uttlo more than he-could' stand. Ho Jumped up and leaped back through tho window. "Look hero," ho shouted, nnd thon wa3 suddenly silent, for a pair of strong hands wero clasped about his throat, and tho heavy weight of tho largor man had borne him to tho floor In a moment. "You, such a being as you, my wifo's lover!" roared tho man. "No!" screamed Donaghuo, making a desperate effort to freo himself. "Well, who arq you?" said tho man. "Let mo sit up and I'll tell you," answered Donaghuo. Tho man released him, still keeping him within arms' reach in tho corner of the room. Donaghuo felt his throat tenderly. "Well?" said tho man, peremptorily. "I'm the man that wno In tho house," said Donaghue sullenly. "What do you mean why wero you hero?" asked tho man. "Well," answered Donnghuo, regain ing somo of his customary bravado, "I wanted to add somo of your Jewelry to my collection. See? If you .don't believe mo, you'll find It where I throw It away, up In your wlfo'a room." "I shall sond for thoi pollco nnd havo you arrested," said tho man, qulotly. "That wouldn't bo very fair," said Donaghue. "I camo back hero becauso I wanted to clear things up between you and your wife. I could havo got away easily enough. If I woro you, I'd send for a doctor, and even though I'm a thief, I'd ask my wlfo'a pardon. You may not got a chance, though. Sho looks as though sho woro dead." Tho man turned and dropped to hla knce3 by tho sldo of tho prostrato woman. IIo put his car to her heart, and when he raised his head again Donaghuo saw that thero wero tears In his oye8. "Thank God, alio has only fainted!" said tho man. "Bring mo Bomo water from tho library." Donaghuo brought tho water In n boI ld silver pitcher that mado him sigh with a vain wish thnt ho had got away with It and the Jewels above. "Sho will bo nil right In a moment,'" said tho man; "and you may go." "ThankB," said Donnghue, nonchn lnntly, going toward tho window. "Perhaps It Is I who ought to thank you," said tho man, "for, after all, you havo proved that my wlfo Is truo to me." "Don't mention it," answered Dona ghuo, as ho disappeared "at least not to tho pollco." Sparo Moments. IIli lluslncm. Ida Who Is that man wo saw In front of tho cave? May IIo takes tourlsta under ground. Ida Goodness! ho must bo an un dertaker. Itrailnrs IJecomlni; Moro Niuneroiiii. 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