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Carrington loved Kate Cavenaugh,
daughter of Multi-Millionaire Henry Cav enaugli. The latter liked Carrington, but refused him as a son-in-law. Young Car rington, a lawyer, held evidence of crim inal financial operations, of which Cave naugh was guilty. It was Carrington's duty to prosecute the rich man, but he decided to lay the whole matter before Kate. He did so the next day. The young woman decided that to drop the case would be cowardly even though the ac cused was her father.- Cavanaugh ottered Carrington a position at $17,000 a year. He refused It. He 1 1 id his evidence in the Cavenaugh safe, after being introduced to the* millionaire's father. CHAPTER II.—Continued. "Wo seldom use this," said the girl, reading the vague unspoken question in his eyes. "The jewel safe is up stairs in my room." "It doesn't matter in the least," he replied, smiling, "so long as I may safely rid myself of these obnoxious papers. And if you do not mind, I'll leave them there till Monday morning. I've thought it all out, Kate. A man's only human, after all. I could never prosecute 1 lie case myself; I'd be thinking of you and the bread I have eaten, i'll turn the matter over to Ohalloner. and let him do as he thinks best. Of course, I shall be called as a witness when the case comes up in court, if it ever does." She did not reply, but shut the door of tbu safe and rose from her knees. The south side of the dining room was made up of long colonial windows that opened directly upon the lawn. They were more like doors than win dows. She locked each one carefully and drew ihe curtain. "Norah is probably growing im patient for us," she said. With an indescribable impulse he suddenly drew her into his arms and kissed her. It might be the last he could ever claim. "John!" she murmured, gently dis engaging herself. "I love you," he said, "and I could not help it. Everything looks so dark." The clock in the hall chimed the quarter hour after 11. Cavenaugh was In his den. His desk was littered with sheets of paper, upon which were formidable columns of figures and dol lar signs. He sat back in his chair and listened. He thought he heard a door or window close; he wasn't cer tain. It was probably one of the serv ants. He bit off the end of a fresh cigar and resumed his work. Let the young people play golf, if they wanted to, and dance and frivol away the pre cious hours; they would never know the joy of seeing one become two, two become four, and so on, till the add ing grew into the ransoms of many kings. Ay, this was to live. Oh, the beautiful numerals! Brigade after brigade, corps after corps, they marched at a sign from him; an army greater than that of kings. To sit in a little room, as in a puppet booth, and juggle the policies of the na tions! Yes, Kate should have a duke and Norah a prince; he would show them all some day. Recollecting Car rington, he frowned. Did the fellow know anything, that he felt the power to refuse an offer such as he had made at the dinner table? Bah! It would be like crushing some insect. He determined that this should be Carrington's last visit. His pen moved once more, and presently he became lost in his dreams of calculation. But Cavenaugh's ears had not de ceived him, however, for he had heard the sound of a closing window. A window had been closed, but none of the ser vants had been at hand. At precisely 11 a man came swiftly but cautiously across the lawn. When he reached the long windows of the dining room he paused, but not irreso lutely. There was a sharp rasping sound, followed by the uncertain glare that makes the light of a dark-lantern separate and individual, and a window swv.-g noiselessly inward. The room was in (otal darkness. The man wore a short mask, a soft felt hat well down over his eyes. He cupped his hand to his ear and strained to catch any sound. Silence. Then he dropped behind the screen, consulted a slip of paper by the light of his lantern, and wiih a few quick turns of the combi nation knob opened the door of the safe. He extracted the envelope and thrust it into his pocket, without so much as a glance at its contents. In making his exit, the window struck on the sill. In pressing it the lock snapped loudly. This was the sound < a cnaugh heard. The burglar ran lightly across the lawn and disap ]•( ared beyond the hedges. And none The Cavenaugh drag rolled over the hill and went clattering up to the porte-cochere. On the way home Carrington, his mind still wavering between this ex pedient and that, decided that, after all, he would take charge of the pa pers liimseif. It didn't seem quite fair that Cavenaugh's safe should protect his ultimate disgrace. So, upon enter ing the house, he confided his desire to Kate, who threw aside her wraps and led him into the dining room. She had her own reasons for wishing the papers out of the safe. She turned on the lights and swirled the combina tion knob. At this moment Norah came in. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Mr. Carrington left some valuable papers in the safe, and he wants them." Carrington wondered why Norah It Had Been Opened by Some One Who Knew the Combination. gazed from him to her sister with so wild an expression. "Papers?" she murmured. Kate opened the door. She sprang to her feet in terror and dismay. "What is it?" cried Carrington, who saw by her expression that something extraordinary had happened. "They—it is not there!" Norah sat down and hid her. face on her arms. Carrington rushed over to the safe, stooped and made a hasty .examina tion. It had been opened by some one who knew the combination! He stood up, a cold chill wrinkling his spine. He saw it all distinctly. Cave naugh knew. He had known all along. Cavenaugh had overheard him speak to Kate and had opened the safe after their departure for the club. It was all very cleverly done. He knew that Kate was utterly blameless. Then it dawned upon him that they ap peared as though they accepted the catastrophe as not wholfy unexpected! To what did this labyrinth lead? A x-attie of the curtain rings wheeled them about. They beheld Cavenaugh himself standing in the doorway. "What's the trouble?" he asked, eye ing Carrington suspiciously. Carrington answered him icily. "I left some legal documents of great value in this safe; they are no longer there." Cavenaugh's jaw dropped. He stared at Kate, then at Norah. If ever there was written on a face un feigned dismay and astonishment, it was on the millionaire's. A moment before Carrington would have sworn that he was guilty; now he knew not what to believe. He grew bewildered. There had certainly been a burglar, but who was he? "Mr. Carrington," said Cavenaugh, pulling himself together with an ef fort, "you need have no worry what ever. I will undertake to restore your documents. I offer you no explana tions." He left them abruptly. The young lawyer concluded to grope no longer. Somebody else would have to lead him out of this labyrin thine maze. All at once there came to him a sense of infinite relief. Prov idence had kindly taken the matter out of his hands. "Never mind, Kate," he said. "For my part, I should be entirely satisfied if I never saw the miserable thing again." "Father will find it for you." Her eyes were dim with tears of shame. "What is it, girl?" "Nothing that I can explain to you, John. Good night." When he had gone to his room, Norah turned to her sister and sobbed on her breast. "Oh, Kate!" "What is the matter, child?" "I told grandpa the combination!" CHAPTER III. Carrington tumbled out of bed at six and threw out the old-fashioned green blinds. A warm, golden sum mer morning greeted his eyes, and the peaceful calm of Sunday lay upon the land. A robin piped in an apple tree, an oriole flashed across the flower beds, and a bee buzzed just outside the sill. A brave day! He stepped into his tub, bathed, and dressed in his riding clothes, for there was to be a canter down to the sea and return be fore breakfast. From the window he could see the groom walking the beau tiful thoroughbreds up and down the driveway. There were only two this morning; evidently Norah was not going. The Cavenaugh girls had created al most a scandal and a revolution when they first appeared at Glenwood. Peo ple had read and talked about women riding like men, they had even seen pictures of them, but to find them close at hand was something of a shock. Yet, when they saw with what ease the Cavenaugh girls took the hedges, ditches and fences, how their mounts never suffered from saddle galls, and, above all, how the two al ways kept even pace with the best men riders, opinion veered; and sev eral ladies changed their habits. Norah, who saw the droll side of things, once said that the accepted riding habit for women reminded her of a kimono for a harp. Carrington stole gently down to the horses. He had great affection for the sleek thoroughbreds. Their ears went forward when they saw him, and they whinnied softly. He rubbed their velvet nostew «tid in turn they nozzle® him for sugar loaves. Had it not been! for the night and the attendant mys teries, his happiness would have been complete. People waste many pre cious moments in useless retrospec tion; so Carrington resolutely forced the subject from his mind. One thing was certain, the Cavenaughs knew who the burglar was; and there was some thing strange in the idea of an empty safe in a millionaire's home. Pshaw! He took out the expected sugar loaves and extended them on both palms. The pair lipped his hand and crunched the sweets with evident relish. "How are they to-day, James?" "Fit for 20 miles, straight away or 'cross lots, sir. Your mount is feeling his oats this morning; he hasn't been out for a run since Thursday, sir. I've put the curb on him in case he takes it into his head to cut up shines Here comes Miss Kate, sir." Carrington's pulse rose. Kate was approaching them. She was pale but serene. She smiled a good morning, which took in the gentleman and the groom. "I hope I haven't kept you waitifig.'' "Not a moment; I only just got down myself," said Carrington. She mounted without assistance and adjusted her skirts. The filly be gan to waltz, impatient to he off. "To the beach?" Carrington asked, swinging into his saddle. She nodded and they started off toward the highway at a smart trot. Once there, the animals broke into an easy canter, which they maintained for a mile or more. Then Kate drew down to a walk. "What a day!" said he, waving his hand toward the sea line. There was color a-plenty on her cheeks now, and her eyes shone like precious stones. There is no exhilara tion quite like it. She flicked the elders with her crop, and once or twice reached up for a ripening ap ple. In the air there was the strange sea smell, mingled with the warm scent of clover. "I'll race you to the beach!" she cried, suddenly. "Done! I'll give you to the sixth tree," He laughed. There was really nothing at all in the world but this beautiful girl, the horses, and the white road that wound in and out to the sea. She trotted her mount to ihe sixth tree, turned, and then gave the signal. Away they went, the horses every bit as eager as their riders. With their ears laid back, their nostrils wide, their feet drumming, they thundered down the road. Carrington gained, but slowly, and he had to hold his right arm as a shield for his eyes, as the filly's heels threw back a steady rain of sand and gravel. Faster and faster; a milk wagon veered out just in time; foolish chickens scampered to the wrong side of the road, and the stray pigs in the orchards squealed and bolted inland. It was all very fine. And when they struck deep tawny sand the animals were neck and neck. It was now no easy task to bring them to a stop. Carrington's hunter had made up his mind to win, and the lithe filly was equally deter mined. As an expedient, they finally guided the animals toward the hull of an ancient wreck; nothing else would have stopped them. "How I love it!" said Kate, breath lessly, as she slid from tho saddle. "Beauty, you beat him, didn't you!" patting the dripping neck of her fa vorite. 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