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THE QUEST OF
Being the Adventures in Love and
Chivalry gf Lord Richard Jocelyn
* * By H. M. EGBERT 0 0
4( upyright. by \V. 0. C hapman.)
A Family Reunionj
In him apartment on Madison ave
nue, New York, Lord Richard Jocelyn I
sat reading a letter. It was from his
father in England, the fourth viscount.
and ran as follows:
"You have now been nearly eight
months In America for the purpose of
selecting a bride, and have not suc
ceeded. You are young, fairly good- i
looking, heir to an historic name and a
castle-great attractions in the United
States, I understand; all the cards are
in your favor, and yet you cannot And I
a single American girl who will link I
her fortune with yours. I have ob
taled Introductions for you among
the wealthiest families, and from the
reports that have come back to me I
understand that you have rejected
many opportunities to form alliances.
Now, Richard, I cannot blame you for
your reluctance to marry an Ameri
can. I could not imagine myself do
ing such a thing unless her wealth
were ample enough to counteract the
unpleasantness of her constant prox
imity. But I have come to the con
clusion that you are either hopelessly
devoid of common sense or else a con
genital imbecile, and if you marry at
all you'll probably elope with some
designing actress. Therefore, since
the condition of our finances makes it
essential that you discover a bride at
the earliest possible moment, I shall
sail shortly for New York to help you
in your choice."
, Jocelyn put the letter down and
"The devil!" he muttered, striding
up and down the room. "Now I'm in
for It. The governor's bound to mar
ry me off, and from what I know of
him he wouldn't stick at anything it
he oold do so. Talbot!"
"Did you call, sir ' asked his serv
ant, emerging -fronl the kitchen, a
tumbler in one hand and a towel in
"I did. Talbot, my father's coming
over in a week or two to get me mar
"Yes, sir; hindeed, sir'" answered
"What shall I do, Talbot?"
"Why, sir, I wouldn't do nothink,
sir. It ain't much use doing nothink
when Iord Jocelyn's made hup' 'is
"But I don't want to meet him,
"Then why not go 'ome, sir?"
"Home? How do you mean?"
"If you was to take the next boat,
sir, Lord Jocelyn might think as 'ow
you 'adn't received 'is letter, sir, and
meanwhile 'e'd be bin Hamerica hand
you'd be in Henglead, sir."
"An excellent plan, Talbot, my boy,"
said Jocelyn. "I'll go right down to
the shipping offices and see about a
ticket on one of tomorrow's outgoing
"Yes, sir," said Talbot. "Will I pack
for you, sir?"
"When I get home, Talbot; Ill see
how the idea strikes me when I've
He put on his hat and went out into
the avenue. The heat of summer was
gone; a few leaves were yellowing
upon the trees in Madison square, and
as Jocelyn gazed around at the city's
streets a sudden revulsion of feeling
ame over him. Why should he return
to Iwlgand and leave this land of ro
mance behlind him? Let his father do
his worst; let him stop his allow
aaes, bluster, threaten, rave; at least
he couold earn a living here, if only as
a plain soldier in the American army.
And so having lunched at a modest
restaurant, he put aside his plan and
strolled leisurely homeward.
"If I ever find a bride," he mused,
as he turned up the avenue, "she shall
come to me by blind chance, by favor
of fortune. No more scrapings and
sheutins among the plutocracy for
me And I shall tell the governor
The elevator carried him to the
front door of his apartment, and, tn
srting his key In the lock, he was
about to open the door, when the
sound of a feminine voice within ar
eited his movments. Very slowly
he peed the doer inward. A lady
wd stnmeng i the bhlI.
"r ay that tou earn ook a sot?"
he heanld her ai to Talbot. "And
tya're ware that you know how to
maoke sauce tartareT"
"Yes, indeed, my lady," answered
"'cellent. Then Lord Jocelyn and
I will dine here totther this eve
Lord Jooelyn closed the door with
out a sound. ad, standing on the mat
without, took of his hat and fanned
"Whew!" he whistled. "8he's cer
tsaly come. Who ean she be? 'My
lady? Can it be that I have become
a bemelict without nowiag it?"
Her ethere ahed through his mind
a whlmaial idea which, it carried out,
wold not only afod him a little
needed dversion, but would be the
best means of eabsing him to discv
or just what fate had contrived for
him. From the glimpseo that he had
eught of the lady he was potive be
bad ever soean her before; rgO, she
wald certainly not have ean him. He
a the boiell of his apartment and
Talbot ame forward to open it
If Joelyn looked arprised, the a
pression on the face of his bnest
aet-er essed his own emotion
g ea to the ath power.
"Who 1 she, Talbot?" he whispered.
"rhe says ahe'; lady Jooery, sir."
ioe atwi. 13 wager
P L ;1~IZL~r
utes. Heither she's a himposter, sir, or
she's what they calls-"
"I know-mentally deranged. Now
listen, Talbot. We'll take stock of
her. ,You've never seen me before.
My name is Jones and I'm a friend of
Lord Jocelyn's-understand ?"
"Yes, sir, by hall means, sir."
"Then let me in," said Jocelyn. And,
in a louder voiee, he addedi
"My name is Jones. Lord Jocelyn
specially requested that if I came
while he was out I was to wait for
him. It's about-er-the gas meter."
"Yes, Mr. Jones; walk in, please,
sir," said Talbot, and ushered Lord
Jocelyn into the sitting room, wheO
be found his pseudo-wife inspecting
his book case. They bowed polite
to one another.
"Have I the pleasure of addressing
Lady Jocelyn?" asked Jocelyn.
"I am Lady Jocelyn," the lady re
turned, surveying him with a smile
in which something of amusement
lurked. "My husband is not here at
present, but I am expecting him
shortly, Mr.-er-?" '
"Jones," answered Jocelyn prompt
ly. "Pardon me for intruding on you,
but-it is a little matter about the
"If it is a bill." said the lady, "per
haps I can settle it and save you the
trouble of waiting. We have only come
home to our apartment and it may
have been overlooked."
"No-ah-it's about a refund," said
Jocelyn, on the spur of the moment.
"Lord Jocelyn paid us too much,
through an error in the accounts, and
I wish to return it to him."
"Give it to me," replied the lady. "I
act for Lord Jocelyn."
Lord Jocelyn was nonplussed for a
moment, while the lady, smiling ma
liciously, surveyed him with a cool
"With your permission I'll wait,"
said Jocelyn. "I have to obtain his per
"0, very well," said the lady. "Pray
be seated Mr.-the name was Jones,
was it not?-Please look through
these magazines; I am sure Lord
Jocelyn will offer no objection," And,
handing him some of the current
periodicals, she went through his
apartment to the kitchen, where, a
moment later, Jocelyn heard her or
dering Talbot to go to the fish market
and purchase a pair of soles.
"What am HI to do, air?" asked
Talbot, coming in in agitation.
Lord Jocelyn's amusement was fast
changing to anger.
"She's a thief," he said. "Go to the
)jere she is re sservb
police station and bring a man round
here to arrest her. It's the most
brasen impudence I ever heard of."
"Yes, sir, very good, sir," answered
Talbot, and, putting on his hat, he left
the apartment just as the isdy re
"You are quite sure you don't want
to leave the money with me?" she
asked again. "You see-"
"Yes, madam?' replied Jocelyn po
litely, though he felt his anger rising
"The fact is," she confided. "my
husband is of a very jealous disposi
tion. and if he were to come in sad
find me chatting with a strags I
don't know what he would say to me.
Mr. Jones, won't you oblige me and
come back some other time?"
Joosr, utterly at a hosse. urveyed
this singular woman In astomtshmeat
not umgtangled with admiration. A lit
tie pest thirty, he would have judged
her: her maturity of faure le st
addittmal charm to a teae of ,
easutr. Under ether circuamances
his ssemt at of mae, alw Iat
ent. amist avye devlepal tac eWribs
of an arosey te at baag
Lot toItW M >
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"You-you-what do you mean?" I"
she gasped. y
"I mean that I am Lord Jocelyn and
that you have overplayed your hand." f'
"You Lord Jocelyn?" she cried,
starting back and stretching out her r
hands to feel for the support of the 0
wall. "Then who is my husband? Tell
me that. Tell me that!" she continued a
in agitation, pacing up and down the J
room rapidly. She came to a stop in t
front of him and grasped his arm
fiercely, her lips quivering. "Who is I
my husband?" she demanded.
Her obvious sincerity moved Joce- C
lyn to pity.
"How long have you been married, t
may I ask?" he said.
"Only since this morning. Our court- 5
ship was a brief one. He wooed me
under the name of Jocelyn-Lord 1
Jocelyn, of Doublewith Manor, Stock- I
ton. England-and married me not two i
"But how did you come here?" cried
"He sent me here. He told me that I
his servant, Talbot, had received in- I
struectigns about nime that he had been
called away downtown upon an urgent I
summons which, not attended to, t
would mean the loss of his entire for
tune. He begged me to forgive him if 1
he left me for awhile, and told me I
that he would follow me here at the
earliest moment possible. O, if you I
are indeed Lord Jocelyn, tell me who I
"He's probably Jones, the gas man,"
thought Jocelyn, but he' did not give
utterance to his thought. Indeed, he
extended his hand soothingly toward
his fair visitor.
"Perhaps he is not as wicked as he
seems," he said.
"Wicked?" the lady cried. "My hus
band wicked? How dare you call him
such a word? O, if he were here to
protect me from insult! But he does
not come. I am an abandoned wife,
and only two hours married! And I
thought Richard the soul of honor."
And sinking into a chair, she buried
her face in her hands and wept bit
Lord Jocelyn was overwhelmed with
sympathy and grief. He seated him
self upon the arm of the chair beside
her and sought to console her. "It will
be all right," he stammered. "He will
come--I know he will; and then we
shall have a complete solution of the
mystery. Perhaps there are two Lord
Jocelyns," he- said with a happy
thought. "Though it does seem a
stretch of the imagination to suppose
that they both live at Doublewith Ma
nor, Stockton," he added, mentally.
"Courage, my dear lady," he contin
ued. "Let us wait here until he comes
and hear what he has to qay for him
self. He must have known that I live
here. If your husband were an im
poster, why should he have given you
"D) you think so?" murmured the
lady behind her handkerchief. "Do
you really think so? O, you are so
comforting." She raised her face and
smiled pitifully at him.
Lord Joeelyn, in whom her emotion
had produced a very similar effect,
perceived two beautiful eyes smiling
at him through their mist of tears.
Then, moved by an unlucky impulse,
impelled irresistibly, even against his
Judgment. he seized her hands In his
own and pressed them warmly. He
bent his head to hers, and but for her
sudden withdrawal would have kissed
Next instsnt, realizing what he had
done, he started to his feet, and, his
face scarlet, and with eyes upon the
grpound awaited the contemptuous
words that he anticipated. But none
came. The lady only looked at him
reproachtflly; yet, it he had dared to
observe her, he might have seen the
faintest saspiclon dt a smile upon her
countenance. But, while both till
kept sllpnt, there aame a ring at the
door, and Jocelya stepped forward
and opened it.
Outside stood Talbot. a polcesman
at his side.
"There she Is," cried his senrltor.
addressing the oicer and indicating
the lady within. "Harret her, con
stable-I mesa homcer. That's the
himpostress I was telling haboat."
"What the deuce does this mean?"
cried Jocelyn angrily, stepping fo tr
- sp as to interpose himself be
his fair guest and the pole.
.ap PersoD ear., be a se
« i _t 'e ata'
lady is a guest of mine, I would like h
you to know. My man is a fooL" to
"Yes, sir," muttered Talbot respect- g4
"Thea you don't want this lady ar- h
rested ?" asked the policeman dubi- hi
"I certainly do not want this lady tI
prreated'-seeing that she is my wife," ly
Jocelyn answered, with a vague idea to
that he was in this way shielding her.
The policeman scratched his head al
in perplexity. *<
"I'm sorry, sir," he said, "but the I
charge has been entered on the blot- fa
ter and you'll have to explain the mat- I
ter to the sergeant now. It doesn't a!
lie within my control any longer. I've
got to arrest somebody." bi
"Then arrest me," cried Jocelyn hot- It
ly. "It was a mistake. I tell you. 'That
ass of mine misunderstood me. I sent v
him out to buy some fish. This lady p
is my wife." It
"Take me, constable," interposed v
Talbot. "Hi was to blime, constable- b
Hi mean hoficer. Hi 'ad been drink- n
ing. You see, sir, my master, Lord b
Jocelyn, 'ad just got married, and Hi,
knowing nothink about hit, -jumped to
the wrong conclusion." a
"Shut up, you ass, you're making -
matters worse," said Jocelyn, infuria
ted. "NQw see here, officer, this is a a
mix-up. If it will straighten it out in
any wise I will accompany you to the a
police station and then-"
There came a strange sound from (
Talbot's lips. All turned toward him.
He had staggered back against the t
wall and stood there, staring at t gen- "
tleman who was just emerging from a
He was a stout, bald, dignified-look- a
ing gentleman, wearing a frock coat s
adorned with a singularly large carna- I
tion, and in his hand he carried a c
gold-headed cane and a silk hat which
shone like glass. Jocelyn jumped
three inches into the air. But the
elderly gentleman, as though wholly
unconscious of the impression that he
was creating, came forward, not in
the least disconcerted, with a stolid.
imperturbable stride, and extended
one hand to Jocelyn in a languid t
"How do you do, Richard?" he said.
"I trust I see you well? Warm weath
I er we're having for this time of year."
"Yes, father," said Jocelyn duti
Then he looked at his father again.
There was a change in the old gentle
I man's expression. He was smiling
I now. It was a wooden smile, as
though it had been hung there and did
not naturally belong to him, and he
was actually smirking, too, in a pe
I culiar, half-timid, half-furtive manner. 1
"How do you like her?" he asked
"Like whom?" cried his son.
I "Your stepmother, Richard," said
Viscount Jocelyn. "I married her this
i morning when we stepped off the
I The officer had gone, his passion
for justice squared by some inscrut
1 able means which this story does not
record. Viscount Jocelyn and his son
I and Lady Jocelyn were seated at the
W table, enjoying a filet of founder, mas
4 querading for the nonce as sole, with
s sauce tartare, the viscount slightly
nervous, Richard ecedly shepish,
and the lady Casting quite embarram
ing umiles at him.
"You see, Rihard." the viscount
volunteered, smaucka his lips over a
glass of his son's Burgundy, "you se,
my boy, I didn't quite know how you
would take the ews .that I had mar
ried again, and so, though In a mser
it was an object lesson to you tr your
own dilatoriness in lading a bride, I
decided to send aIdy Jooelyna head
to make peace between us. Abe knew
you from your pbote(ph."
"And Mr. Jones rrmeved me emoeed
Ingly ll," said the ey vlseountes,
"You knew as a1 the time?" asked
Richard, struggling with his r~ation.
"The minute yes set your toot i
side the .apartment." the vimnatems
easwered. "But. et oorse, when ype
denied yourself it waeat otr me to
contradict yoa. Besides, I was a Mtt
afraid of my new steeea."
S"But why did you deaor e ý"
"My dear boy. I b'ht eseie
you deceived yoeraemf. I toil ye I
was Lady Jocelyn-.nd -a I ent?"
"But you wept, or pretsnded to
weep," said q Jtebfl.tam I was
nasturally verya' week srmb."
"You taIt hlim wh ago i the m
AuIPis e" *1 ,
know that you two will have mu W
talk about, and so I shall leave yeu to
gaether for half an hoa-no more.
Don't be losger, becase we must all
have a little talk together afterward
before we start for our hoteL"
She went toward the sitting room;
then beckoned to Richard systerls
by from behind the door. He went up
"You'd better say nothing about
about anything that's on your con
science," she said mischievously. "And
I shan't either. It might distress your
father, Richard. He's jealous-I think
I told you. But I know now that we
shall get along very well Indeed."
She left him and Richard turned
back to where his father sat, drink
ing his Burgundy.
"Richard, my dear boy," said the
viscount, "I hope you won't be disap
pointed when I tell you something. I
met your stepmother on the boat and
we fell in love. But-well, you remem
ber what I wrote in my letter about
not marrying an American unless she
had a fortune?"
Richard nodded. ph
"The-fact i,-" ald-his father. "she'r
an American. And-and-" he gulped R
-"well, she hasn't a penny, Richard." fart
"Then we're all in the same boat," ro,
said his son gaily.
"I'm glad you take it so well, Rich- b
ard," said his father. "Because the lot
fact is"-gulp, glp-"Richard, she's bor
"Yes, my boy," he continued, as ý
they entered the sitting room together, L
"my last word dt advice to you is, do
as I have done and take a wife." in
"And I'm sure," put in the viscount
ecs, with' sa swift glance at her step
son, "that with his accomplishments
he should not find the process difl
BUT SHE WASNT DECEIVED
Delbeek's Finely Turned Excuss for
His Sunday Golf Properly Appre
clated by His Wife.
"It certainaly is ging to be a beau
tiful day," murmured Dalbeck, when
the sun, shining in his face, awakened
him Sunday morning.
"Why dent you go out to the golf
club thein" inquired Mrs. Dalbeck.
"O, no-I don't want to do thatl"
"Do you want me to go" laquired
Dalbeck In accents of deep reproact.
"When Sunday Ia the only day of the
week that I can sped with my tm
fly, It Is pretty hard linaes to find you
trying to get rid of mel"
"Now, James!" said Mrs. Dalbeek,
protestingly. "The idea that yeo
should think at ssch a thing for a moi
ment! You know I'd rather have you
at home than anywhere else oa
"Thea of course I won't g," Da1
beck said with a skillfutly revealed
sigh. "Not if you din't want me to.
I believe Its a man's duty to do as
his wife wants, even at the eaot of his
personal Iennandon, dad of course rd
rather stay at home ith you-"
"Nonsense!" said Mrs. Dalbeek. "If
you stayed at hosme this beautiful ay
my conscience would reproach me,
James. We may nq bhave ay more
nice Bnrs this ftia and It will do
you good to get oatdoors I m pee,
fectly willing for ye to go, benase I
know you see the aerise. A ua
of your age desn't enrcise neely
"O, so you're dhiasdissd with my
figure, ae your" Inired her ba
band in tones of deepest reprea. "I
know I'm not an Apelo, but I ditd't
"Jamesl" cried Mrs. Dabeek. "ee
are perfeetly stupbid I was ft try
Iag to make ea4 es for you to go-"
"Ah!" said her husband "Tour
words plainly ahow that you don't he
estly feel that I should got YTor weal
opitnk is tbhat a man a dub who
does't pas Smday with his famtly,
sad I saue with tb . Wher k eoald
he ad e happines ad psas Je
the at the fmily heuthimne, ar
howt FdA lot rathw-"
"I knw yo weu," mid hi wife,
"but yo mst rmaMarde yewr health,
James. It is year dIll to as a. Phae
oblige me by dag as I ask ad golg
on ot to the eabl"
"I bavemt tke mat dealt to go,"
pretaested Dalbeok. "Somehow I don't
fee ia to I. It imay ina an o- " -
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