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R/\ To) If (T^ To) 17 ICj^ To) tbse stiabjge STORY ©f a JX^A, i^ iiC4, JiW ID4, A /£-<? J_d4» mah WITI a sixth se,mse, ivl". - • certain mortals, I ! pose, who take delight •*• in At Homes," receptions, ■J the rest of the social .-.eh enable fashionable i I'venini's and learn scandal. Personally. I an hour far more in a fever hospital, pro e resident doctor was a : How and not too busy to - ipe with me. I ecanse of the unusual ins of that memorable the proceedings at Sandi ise stand out in my mind like precision as con 1 with other similar gather •_ - I have attended. Nor was tt achieved by meeting • • personages. 1 :■...■: .1 man with a grievance He insisted on telling me why the at had denied him the ■ iteship. That was a safe Politeness demanded an • I "Dear me!" or 'You don't say so?" from me; he did the rest. From the safe anchorage of his tence 1 was able at leisure to . and to a certain extent to sum up Nora Cazenove. Her ■ iJogy, briefly sketched by the ■ Grier. partly accounted for oertain deficiencies in her. It was : :;able to assume that her mother was a beautiful woman, of extraordinary acuteness within a somewhat narrow sphere.- Like the girl in the ballad, her face was rtune, and she deemed her eH paid. I doubt not, when altered her good looks and : less form for a title and a big urntnial rent-roll. I amused myself by studying her. arid came to tha conclusion that had Karl scoured the earth he could not have found a more exact antithesis to Maggie Hutch inson than her successful rival, the Hon. Nora Cazenove. They had the common attributes of good good style and what passes current for good education among y tang women of twenty-three or thereabouts. In all else they differed- If I were seeking worthy tal>emacles for merely intellectual !pts of what we mean when we speak of Soul and Body. I should choose those two girls as Supplying the requisite shrines. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I made a rather bad break with the would-be laureate " What would you have said," he fiercely demanded, "if the Prime Minister told you that your latest vol t poems was a collection of turgid nonsense? "1 would have said that he was quite right." I answered blithely, for a man can always run down h:.- own work with safety. Then it dawned on me that the Prime Minister had expressed himself thus strongly not on my book, bat on the poet's. "Of course." I added, "it was evident that he had not read a line of your verse." "Confound it! haven't I just related to you how I found him in the summer-house and compelled him to listen, yes, blocked up the only exit, until I recited to him the whole of my ode to 'Eternity" "The subject was too vast for ht£ intelligence " "Not it. It is a shameful fact that no man of poetic tastes can gain a politician's ear nowadays unless he titillates it *ith a patriotic jingle. As a forlorn hope, I have written a threnody on the Beet. If 1 can find a good rime for 'guns' I am made. Can you help? 'Buns,' "duns." "nuns' and 'tuns' are hardly suitable. "Suns." 'runs' and 'bhuns' I have used. Just come into this corner while I—" Miss Cazenove rescued me. "At last I have a The synopsis of preceding chapters will l*e found althe end of tHis instalment on pagelj SUNDAY MAGAZINE for OCTOBER 29, 19C ', The F2°olb 31 c m Tate.es S Ihi si p c By LOUIS TRACY Author of " Sovils on fire," "The Wing's of the Morning," "The Great Mogul," E.tc. right 1305. bj 1 l«.ir! I Oode. Cutwileht in CnM Ikftfa moment!" she cried, showing her perfect teeth in a thoroughly good-natured smile. "You don t mind my carrying hi.n off. do you?" she went on sweetly ~as she noted the look of disappointment on my companion's face. " I have such a lot to say to him." T We hurried away. She laughed merrily when 1 told her of my escape. 'He is a real terror," she agreed. "One day he tackled dad after luncheon. Do you know my father 5 He says -Gad!' to everything he doesn't understand and most other things as well. But on that occasion he lost his temper and said 'Rats!' That put us on good terms. I looked forward to an agreeable if not soulful chat with my radiant hostess; but 1 was fated to learn for the hundredth time that every woman is a born actress. Even the angelic Maggie was a stage adept when it became necessary to cloak her emotions from the public "Are you hungry?" asked Miss Cazenove, guid ing me skilfully through the crowded suite of rooms. •No," I said, Battering myself that the question was prompted only by hospitality. • Then come this way" Before 1 well knew what was happening. I was whisked through a curtained door into a passage left purposely unlighted. Clinging to my arm, but really compelling me onward, the girl led me to another door. She entered and switched on the lectric light. Evidently this was ler boudoir; but she left little ime to take stock of my sur oun dings. 'Sit down here," she said. "I don't care what people think. I must talk with you about Karl. )f course I might have waited until o-morrow and asked you to call, >ut now that you are here I am onsumed with impatience. No, it iust where you are, please. I vant to see your face." " I am a most skilled prevaric.i or," I said, for her maneuvering was of the Napoleonic order. I vas to be attacked by horse, foot nd artillery, cross-examined and crutinized at the same time. We sat on a roomy Chesterfield, an rticle of furniture which suggests nsidious confidences; a cluster of amps equipped with reading-re ectors shot their rays directly at us. Moreover, she did not seem o heed the fact that she laid her self open to equally searching riticism on my part. The first shot tired in the encounter showed tnat my adversary scorned sub erfuge. " Who is she?" "Really — " I protested. " Oh, you know very well whom mean. Karl is engaged to me ow, and is going to marry me — I siall see to that. But I must now who the girl is with whom le has been in love since five ears ago." I temporized. '" Five years ago? r ou can hardly expect me to ecollect anything of serious im «»rtance concerning the love affairs f a young gentleman at college nd a young lady who may have orn her hair in two plaits, tied t the ends with a big bow — " '"Please, please!" she insisted. As if I did not know how some jirl has entered -his very life, until le regards all other women with nheeding eyes, and even conducts limself toward me in what he onsiders to be the correct attitude of an engaged man! What is the s jell she has cast upon him? Is sle more beautiful than I, more vmpathetic, more capable of de otion? Why is his father so roubled about him 3 Why have ou been brought from Heidelberg o help in dispelling the cloud which has settled on him'" "Did Mr. Grier senior tell you that? " "No. No one tells me anything. Won't you have pity on me' I have the wildest dreams, but I know some of them are true. And I dreamed of you — I even saw you. I would have known you any where. When you came up the stairs with Karl to-night I could have shrieked aloud, but I dug my nails into my hands and restrained myself. Sot-, here are the gloves I wore. I have changed them for others, but I kept them to prove to you how truly I am speaking." She took from a pocket a crumpled pair of white gloves. The finger-seams were burst, the palms cut in four half-moons. She Flung an Accusing Hand Toward Me. "Help Me or You May Go Through Life Haunted by Unpleasing Specters" So. though the words nearly choked me. I was forced to say soothingly: "I imagine you are troubling your pretty head about a matter of little moment. Miss Cazenove. I am quite certain you have no serious rival. Karl is the soul <>f honor. " She started to her feet and grasped my shoulder with a vehemence she was hardly conscious of. "You men everlastingly prate of honor! Honor explains everything. Provided Karl is scrupulously attentive to me, he can take another woman to his heart, kiss her lips, her eves, her hair, breathe her breath, inhale her fragrance, mingle his very soul with hers. That may be honorable to me, but it is the madness of love for her." "Surely, Miss Cazenove, you are saying that which is not!" I cried, and 1 too jumped up from the 9