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But Lady Astrupp was absorbed in
her own concerns. Again she changed
her position, and to Loder, listening
attentively, it seemed that she leaned
forward and examined his hands
afresh. The sensation was so acute
that he withdrew them involuntarily.
Again there was a confused rustle.
The crystal ball rolled from the table,
and the seer laughed quickly. Obeying
a strenuous Impulse, Loder rose.
He had no definite notion of what he
expected or what he must avoid. He
was only conscious that the pavilion,
with its silk draperies, its scent of
musk and its intolerable secrecy, was
no longer endurable. He felt cramped
and confused in mind and muscle. He
stood for a second to straighten his
limbs then he turned and, moving di
rectly forward, passed through the
After the dimness of the pavilion the
conservatory seemed comparatively
bright, but without waiting to grow
accustomed to the altered light he
moved onward with deliberate haste.
The long green alley was speedily
traversed. In his eyes it no longer
possessed greenness, no longer suggest
ed freshness or repose. It was simply
a means to the end upon which his
mind was set.
As he passed up the flight of steps he
drew his rings from his pocket and
slipped them on again. Then he step
ped into the glare of the thronged cor
Some one hailed him as he passed
through the crowd, but with Chilcote's
most absorbed manner he hurried on.
Through the door of the supper room
he caught sight of Blessington and
Eve, and then for the first time his
expression changed, and he turned di
rectly toward them.
"Eve," he said, "will you excuse me?
I have a word to say to Blessington."
She glanced at him in momentary
surprise then she smiled in her quiet,
self possessed way.
"Of course," she said. "I've been
wanting a chat with Millicent Gower,
but Bobby has required so much enter
taining" She smiled again, this time
at Blessington, and moved away to
ward a pale girl in green who was
standing alone.
Instantly she had turned Loder took
Blessington's arm.
"I know you're tremendously busy,"
he began in an excellent imitation of
Chilcote's hasty manner"I know
you're tremendously busy, but I'm in a
fix." One glance at Blessington's
healthy, ingenuous face told him that
plain speaking was the method to
"Indeed, sir?" In a moment Bless
ington was on the alert.
"Yes. And II want your help."
The boy reddened. That Chilcote
should appeal to him stirred him to an
uneasy feeling of pride and uncertain
Loder saw his advantage and pressed
it home. "It's come about through this
crystal gazing business. I'm afraid I
didn't play my partrather made an
ass of myself. I wouldn't swallow the
thing, andand Lady Astrupp" He
paused, measuring Blessington with a
glance. "Well, my dear boy, youyou
know what women are!"
Blessington was only twenty-three.
He reddened again and assumed an
air of profundity. "I know, sir," he
said, with a shake of the head.
Loder's sense of humor was keen,
but he kept a grave face. "I knew
you'd catch my meaning. But I want
you to do something more. If Lady
Astrupp should ask you who was in
her tent this past ten minutes, I vrant
you" Again he stopped, looking at
his companion's face.
"Yes, sir?"
"I want you to tell an immaterial lie
for me."
Blessington returned his glance then
he laughed a little uncomfortably.
"But surely, sir"
"She recognized me, you mean?"
Loder's eyes were as keen as steel.
"Then you're wrong. She didn't."
Blessington's eyebrows went up.
There was silence. Loder glanced
across the room. Eve had parted from
the girl in green and was moving to
ward them, exchanging smiles and
greetings as she came.
"My wife is coming back," he said,
"Will you do this for me, Blessington?
Itit will smooth things." He spoke
quickly, continuing to watch Eve. As
he had hoped, Blessington's eyes turn
ed in the same direction. "'Twill
smooth matters," he repeated"smooth
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them inin a domestic way that I
can't explain."
The shot told. Blessington looked
"Right, sir," he said. "You
leave it to me." And before Loder
could speak again he had turned and
disappeared into the crowd.
IS business with Blessington
over, Loder breathed more
freely. If Lady Astrupp had
recognized Chilcote by the
rings and had been roused to curiosity
the incident would demand settlement
.sooner or latersettlement in what
proportion he could hazard no guess.
If, on the other hand, her obvious
change of manner had arisen from
any other sourcehe had a hazy idea
that a woman's behavior could never
be gauged by accepted theoriesthen
he had safeguarded Chilcote's inter
ests and his own by his securing of
Blessington's promise. Blessington he
knew would be reliable and discreet.
With a renewal of confidencea pleas
ant feeling that his uneasiness had
been groundlesshe moved forward to
greet Eve.
Her face, with its rich, clear color
ing, seemed to his gaze to stand out
from the crowd of other faces as from
a frame, and a sense of pride touched
him. In every eye but his own herLoder
beauty belonged to him.
His face looked alive and masterful
as she reached his side. "May I mo
nopolize you?" he said with the quick
ness of speech borrowed from Chil
cote. "Wewe see so little of each
Almost as if compelled, her lashes
lifted, and her eyes met his. Her
glance was puzzled, uncertain, slightly
confused. There was a deeper color
than usual in her cheeks. Loder felt
something within his own conscious
ness stir in response.
"You know you are yielding," he
Again she blushed.
He saw the blush and knew that it
was hehis words, his personality
that had called it forth. In Chilcote's
actual semblance he had proved his
superiority over Chilcote. For the first
time he had been given a tacit, per
sonal acknowledgment of his power.
Involuntarily he drew nearer to her.
"Let's get out of this crush."
She made no answer except to bend
her head, and it came to him that, for
all her pride, she likedand uncon
sciously yielded todomination. With
a satisfied gesture he turned to make
a passage toward the door.
But the passage was more easily de
sired than made. In the few moments
since lie had entered the supper room
the press of people had considerably
thickened until a block had formed
about the doorway. Drawing Eve with
him he moved forward for a dozen
paces, then paused, unable to make
further headway.
As they stood there he looked back
at her. "What a study in democracy a
crowd always is!" he said.
She responded with a bright, appre
ciative glance, as if surprised into
naturalness. He wondered sharply
what she would be like if her enthu
siasms were really aroused. Then a
stir in the corridor outside caused a
movement inside the room, and with a
certain display of persistence he was
enabled to make a passage to the door.
There again they were compelled to
halt. But though tightly wedged into
his new position and guarding Eve with
one arm, Loder was free to survey
the brilliantly thronged corridor over
the head of a man a few inches shorter
than himself, who stood directly in
front of him.
"What are we waiting for?" he asked
good humoredly, addressing the back
of the stranger's head.
The man turned, displaying a genial
face, a red mustache and an eyeglass.
"Hullo, Chilcote!" he said. "Hope
it's not on your feet I'm standing."
Loder laughed. "No," he said. "And
don't change the position. If you were
an inch higher I should be blind as
well as crippled."
The other laughed. It was a pleasant
surprise to find Chilcote amiable under
discomfort. He looked round again in
slight curiosity.
Loder felt the scrutiny. To create a
diversion he looked out along the cor
ridor. "I believe we are waiting for
something," he exclaimed. "What's
this?" Then quite abruptly he ceased
to speak.
"Anything interesting?" Eve touched
his arm.
He said nothing. He made no effort
to look round. His thought as well as
his speech was suddenly suspended.
The man in front of him let his eye
glass fall from his eye, then screwed
it in again.
"Jove," he exclaimed, "here comes
our sorceress! It's like the progress of
a fairy princess. I believe this is the
meaning of our getting penned in
here." He chuckled delightedly.
Loder said nothing. He stared
straight on over the other's head.
Along the corridor, agreeably con
scious of the hum of admiration she
aroused, came Lillian Astrupp, sur
rounded by a little court. Her delicate
face was lit up her eyes shone under
the faint gleam of her hair her gown
of gold embroidery swept round her
gracefully. She was radiant and tri
umphant, but she was also excited. The
excitement was evident in her laugh, in
gestures, in her eyes, as they turn
ed quickly in one direction and then
Loder, gazing in stupefaction over
the other man's head, saw itfelt and
understood it with a mind that leaped
back over a space of years. As in a
shifting panorama he saw a night of
disturbance and confusion in a faroff
Italian valleya confusion from which
one face shone out with something of
the pale, alluring radiance that filtered
over the hillside from the crescent
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said the words her glance wandered.
saw it rest uninterestedly on a
boy a yard or two in front of him, then
move to the man over whose head he
gazed, then lift itself inevitably to his
The glance was quick and direct. He
saw the look of recognition spring
across it he saw her move forward
suddenly as the crowd in the corridor
parted to let her pass. Then he saw
what seemed to him a miracle.
Her whole expression altered, her lips
parted, and she colored with annoy
ance. She looked like a spoiled child
who, seeing a bonbon box, opens it
to find it empty.
As the press about the doorway
melted to give her passage the red
haired man in front of Loder was the
first to take advantage of the space.
"Jove, Lillian," he said, moving for
ward, "you look as if you expected
Chilcote to be somebody else, and are
disappointed to find he's only himself!"
He laughed delightedly at his own
The words were exactly the tonic
Lillian needed. She smiled her usual
undisturbed smile as she turned her
eyes upon him.
"My dear Leonard, you're using your
eyeglass. When that happens you're
never responsible for what you see."
Her words came more slowly and with
a touch of languid amusement. Her
composure was suddenly restored.
Then for the first time Loder chang
ed his position. Moved by an impulse
he made no effort to dissect, he stepped
back to Eve's side and slipped his arm
through herssuccessfully concealing
his left hand.
The warmth of her skin through her
long glove thrilled him unexpectedly.
His impulse had been one of self de
fense, but the result was of a differ
ent character. At the quick contact
the wish to fight forto hold and de
fendthe position that had grown so
dear woke in renewed force. With a
new determination he turned again to
ward Lillian.
"I caught the same impression
without an eyeglass," he said. "Why
did you look like that?" He asked the
question steadily and with apparent
carelessness, though through it all his
reason stood aghast his common
sense cried aloud that it was impossi
ble for the eyes that had seen his face
in admiration, in love, in contempt, to
fail now in recognition. The air seem
ed breathless while he spoke and
waited. His impression of Lillian
was a mere shimmering of gold dress
and gold hair all that he was really
conscious of was the pressure of his
hand on Eve's arm and the warmth
"Do you see what I mean, Eve
of her skin through the soft glove.
Then abruptly the mist lifted. He
saw Lillian's eyesindifferent, amus
ed, slightly contemptuous, and a sec
ond later he heard her voice.
"My dear Jack," she said sweetly,
"how absurd of you! It was simply
the contrast of your eyes peering over
Leonard's hair. It was like a gor
geous sunset with a black cloud over-
head." She laughed. "Do you see
what I mean, Eve?" She affected to
see Eve for the first time.
Eve had been looking calmly ahead.
She turned now and smiled serenely.
Loder felt no vibration of the arm hestirred
held, yet by an instant intuition he
knew that the two women were an
tagonistic. He experienced it with the
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moon. It passed across his conscious
ness slowly, but with a slow complete
ness, and in its light the incidents of
the past hour stood out in a new as
pect. The echo of recollection stirred
by Lady Bramfell's voice, the re-echo
of it in the sister's tones his ownshaven
blindness, his own egregious assurance
all struck across his mind.
Meanwhile the party about Lillian
drew nearer. He felt with instinctive
certainty that the supper room was its
destination, but he remained motion
less, held by a species of fatalism. He
watched her draw near with an un
moved face, but in the brief space that
passed while she traversed the corridor
he gauged to the full the hold that the
new atmosphere, the new existence,
had gained over his mind. With an nn
looked for rush of feeling he realized
how dearly he would part with it.
As Lillian came closer the meaning
of her manner became clearer to him.
She talked incessantly, laughing now
and then, but her eyes were never
quiet. These skimmed the length of the
corridor, then glanced over the heads
crowded in the doorway.
"I'll have something quite sweet,
Geoffrey," she was saying to the man
beside her as she came within hearing.
"You know what I likea sort of snow
flake wrapped up in sugar." As
divination that follows upon a moment
of acute suspense. He understood it,
as he had understood Lillian's look of
recognition when his forehead, eyes
and nose had shown him to be him
self her blank surprise when his close
lip and chin had proclaimed
him Chilcote.
He felt like a man who has looked
into an abyss and stepped back from
the edge, outwardly calm, but mental
ly shaken. The commonplaces of life
seemed for the moment to hold deeper
meanings. He did not hear Eve's an
swer he paid no heed to Lillian's next
remark. He saw her smile and turn
to the red haired man finally he saw
her move on into the supper room, fol
lowed by her little court. Then he
pressed the arm he was still holding.
He felt an urgent need of companion
ship, of a human expression to the
crisis he had passed.
"Shall we get out of this?" he asked
Eve looked up. "Out of the room?"
she said.
He looked down at her, compelling
her gaze. "Out of the roomand the
house," he answered. "Let us go
E necessary formalities of de
parture were speedily got
through. The passing of the
the gaining of the
carriage, seemed to Loder to be mar
velously simple proceedings. Then, as
he sat by Eve's side and again felt the
forward movement of the horses, he
had leisure for the first time to won
der whether the time that had passed
since last he occupied that position had
actually been lived through.
Only that night he had unconscious
ly compared one incident in his life to
a sketch in which the lights and shad
ows have been obliterated and lost.
Now that picture rose before him,
startlingly and incredibly intact. He
saw the sunlit houses of Santasalare,
backgrounded by the sunlit hillssaw
them as plainly as when he himself
had sketched them on his memory.
Every detail of the scene remained the
same, even to the central figure only
the eye and the hand of the artist had
At this point Eve broke in upon his
thoughts. Her first words were curi
ously coincidental.
"What did you think of Lillian As
trupp tonight?" she asked. "Wasn't
her gown perfect?"
Loder lifted his head with an almost
guilty start. Then he answered straight
from his thoughts.
"II didn't notice it," he said, "but
her eyes reminded me of a cat's eyes
and she walks like a cat. I never
seemed to see ituntil tonight."
Eve changed her position. "She was
very artistic," she said tentatively.
"Don't you think the gold gown was
beautiful with her pale colored hair?"
Loder felt surprised. He was con
vinced that Eve disliked the other,
and he was not sufficiently versed in
women to understand her praise. "I
thought" he began. Then he wisely
stopped. "I didn't see the gown," he
Eve looked out of the window. "How
unappreciative men are!" she said. But
her tone was strangely free from cen
After this there was silence until
Grosvenor square was reached. Hav
ing left the carriage and passed into
the house, E\e paused for a moment
at the foot of the stairs to give an or
der to Crapham, who was still in at
tendance in the hall, and again Loder
had an opportunity of studying her.
As he looked a sharp comparison rose
to his mind.
"A fairy princess!" he had heard the
red haired man say as Lillian Astrupp
came into view along the Bramfells'
corridor, and the simile had seemed
particularly apt. With her grace, her
delicacy, her subtle attraction, she
might well be the outcome of imagi
nation. But with Eve it was different.
She also was graceful and attractive,
but it was grace and attraction of a
different order. One was beautiful
with the beauty of the white rose
that springs from the hothouse and
withers at the first touch of cold the
other with the beauty of the wild rose
on the cliffs above the sea, that keeps
its petals fine and transparent in face
of salt spray and wet mist. Eve, too,
had her realm, but it was the realm
of real things. A great confidence, a
feeling that here one might rely even
if all other faiths were shaken, touched
him suddenly. For a moment he stood
irresolute, watching her mount the
stairs with her easy, assured step.
Then a determination came to him.
Fate favored him tonight he was in
luck tonight. He would put his for
tune to one more test. He swung
across the hall and ran up the stairs.
His face was keen with interest as
he reached her side. The hard outline
of his features and the hard grayness
of his eyes were softened as when he
had paused to talk with Lakeley. Action
was the breath of his life, and his face
changed under it as another's might
change under the influence of stirring
music or good wine.
Eve saw the look and again the un
easy expression of surprise crossed her
eyes. She paused, her hand resting
on the banister.
Loder looked at her directly. "Will
you come into the study as you came
that other night? There's something I
want to say." He spoke quietly. He
felt master of himself and her.
She hesitated, glanced at him and
then glanced away.
"Will you come?" he said again.
And as he said it his eyes rested on
the sweep of her thick eyelashes, the
curve of the back hair.
At last her lashes lifted and the per
plexity and doubt in her blue eyes
him. Without waiting for her
answer, he leaned forward.
"Say yes!" he urged. "I don't often
tsk for favors."
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Still she hesitated. Then her decision
.was made for her. With a new bold
ness he touched her arm, drawing her
forward gently but decisively toward
Chilcote's rooms.
In the study a fire burned brightly,
the desk was laden with papers, the
lights were nicely adjusted, even the
chairs were in their accustomed places.
Loder's senses responded to each sug
gestion. It seemed but a day since he
had seen it last. It was precisely as he
had left itthe niche needing but the
To hide his emotion he crossed the
floor quickly and drew a chair for
ward. In less than six hours he had
run up and down the scale of emotions.
He had looked despair in the face till
the sudden sight of Chilcote had lifted
him to the skies since then surprise
had assailed him in its strongest form
he had known the full meaning of the
word "risk," and from every contin-#
gency he had come out conqueror. He
bent over the chair as he pulled it for
ward to hide the expression in his
"Sit down," he said gently.
Eve moved toward him. She moved
slowly, as if half afraid. Many emo
tions stirred herdistrust, uncertainty
and a curious half dominant, half sup
pressed questioning that it was difficult
to define. Loder remembered her
shrinking coldness, her reluctant toler
ance on the night of his first coming,
and his individuality, his certainty of
power, kindled afresh. Never had he
been so vehemently himself never had
Chilcote seemed so complete a shadow.
As Eve seated herself he moved for
ward and leaned over the back of his
chair. The impulse that had filled him
in his interview with Renwick, that
had goaded him as he drove to the re
ception, was dominant again.
"I tried to say something as we drove
to the Bramfells' tonight," he began.
Like many men who possess eloquence
for an impersonal cause, he was
brusque, even blunt, in the stating of
his own case. "May I hark back, and
go on from where I broke off?"
Eve half turned. Her face was still
puzzled and questioning. "Of course."
She sat forward again, clasping her
He looked thoughtfully at the back
of her head, at the slim outline of her
shoulders, the glitter of the diamonds
about her neck.
"Do you remember the day, three
weeks ago, that we talked together in
this roomthe day a great many things
seemed possible?"
This time she did not look round.
She kept her gaze upon the fire.
"Do you remember?" he persisted
quietly. In his college days men who
heard that tone of quiet persistence
had been wont to lose heart. Eve
heard it now for the first time and,
without being aware, answered to it.
"Yes, I remember," she said.
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Citation for Hearing on Petition for
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In the matter of the estate of Margaret
Williams, decedent
The State of Minnesota to Margaret Jean
Blair Williams and to all persons inter
ested in the granting of administration of the
estate of said decedent
The petition of Stephen W. Williams having
been fled in this court, representing that Mar
garet J. Williams, then a resident of the
county of Mille Lacs. State of Minnesota, died
intestate on the 15th day of January. 1D07, and
praying that letters of administration of her
estate be granted to him, said petitioner, and
the court having fixed the time and place for
hearing said petition,
Therefore, you, and each of you, are hereby
cited and required to show cause, if any you
have, before this court, at the probate court
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at 10 o'clock A why said petition should not
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Rye flour 1
Whole wheat (10 lb. sack). 2
Ground feed, per cwt t"(K
Coarse meal, per cwt i"oo
Middlings, per cwtj 1
Shorts, per cwt i"
All goods delivered free anvwhere" in Princeton
NO. 92, A P. & A. M.
Regular communications 2d^nd4th
Wednesday of each month.
C. A. CALEY, Sec'y.
NO. 93, K. of
Regular meetings every Tuesday ev
nlng at 8 o'clock.
T. F. SCHEEN, K. R. & S.
HENRY AVERY, Master of Finance.
K. O. T. M.,
Tent No. 17.
Regular meetings every Thurs
day evening at 8 o'clock, in the
Maccabee hall.
NO. 208,1. O. O.
Regular meetings every Monday evening at
8 00 o'clock A. M. DAVIS, N. G.
The Rural
Telephone Co.
Lines to Dalbo, Cambridge, Santi
ago. Freer and Qlendorado.
\g~ Good Service in Princeton and to all
adjoining points. We connect with the
Northwestern Long Distance Telephone.
Patronize a Home Concern.
Service Day and Night.
T. J. KALIHER, Proprietor,
Princeton, Minn.
Single and Double Riga
at a iloments' Notice.
Commercial Traveler*' Trade*Specialty.

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