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Prisoners and Captives By H. S. MERRIMAN . CHAPTER XVlll.—(Continued.> "My Hear Oswin —If you want to car ry out this theater party come and see ma ulmiit it. I shall be at home all th>* morning. Yours verv truly. "AGNES WINTKR." The young sailor read this letter among other* m! the breakfast table. His fath er and sister were engaged oil their own nffairs —Helen with her letters, the ad miral among his newspapers. Oswin <«race read the letter twice, anil then slipped it iuto his pocket together with (lie envelope lliat had contained it. M iss Winter's elderly maid servant ex- Itect'.'d I/ieut. Grace, for she opened the door and stood back invitingly. He was ushered up into the warm, luxurious drawing room, and after the door had l»een oiosed, stood for a few moments ir resolute in the middle of the deep carpet. Presently he hegmi to wander about the room, tuking things up and selling them down again, lie inhaled the subtle at mosphere of feminine home refinement iind looked curiously around him. There were a hundred lilt le personalities, little Ineorisidered feminine trifles that are only found where a woman is quite at home. 'I here was a silly little lace handkerchief utterly useless ami vain, lyflig upon a I able beside a work basket, lie took it up, examined its texture critically, and (lien instinctively raised it to his face, lie threw it dowu again with a peculiar twisted smile. "Wonder what scent it is," lie mutter ed. "I havo never come across it —any- where else." He went toward the mantelpiece; upon It were two portraits—old photographs, somewhat faded. One of Helen, the oth er of himself. He examined his own like ness for some moments. "Solemn little beggar," he said, for the photograph was of a little square-built midshipman with a long, oval face. "Sol emn little beggar; wonder what the end will be? Wonder why he is on this mantelpiece? I think that I was rather « fool to come here. Tyara would not like it." While ha was still following out the • rain of thought suggested by this reflec tion Ihe door opened a#d Miss Winter en <ered. She had evidently just come in, for she was still gloved and furred. "Ah !" she said, gayly, "you have come. I was afraid that your exacting com mauder would require your services .ill <h# morning." "My exacting commander," he answer ed, as ho took her gloved hand in his. "has a peculiar way of doing everything liiinself and leaving his subordinates idle.* She was standing before him. slowly unbuttoning her trinui little sealskin jacket. "What," she said, suddenly, "about the expedition ?" He looked back at her over his shoul der, for he had gone toward the window, mid there was a sudden gleam of deter mination in his eyes. It was her influ ence that had disturbed Tyars' resolu tion. "What expedition?" he asked curtly, on liis guard. "This theater expedition," she replied sweetly. "Oh, well, I suppose it will be carried through. We all want to go. I suppose jroti are not atrongly opposed to it?" "I?" she laughed lightly; "of course I want to go. You know that I am always ready for amusement, profitless or other wise—profitless preferred. Why do you look so grave, Oswin? I'lease don't — I hate solemnity. I>o you know you have got terribly grave lately? It is " "It is what, Agnes?" He was looking down at her with his keeu, close-set gray eyes, and she met his glance for a moment only. "Mr. Tyars," she answered, clasping her lingers together and bending them backward as if to restore Ilia circulation «fter her cold walk. "There in something," <<ai<l Orace, after a little pause, during which Miss Winter tiad continued to rub a remarkably rosy little pair of hands together, "that ja r<. Tyam annoy* yon in soin» way. Why?" Miss W'iniet clianged color. She look ed very girlish with the hot blush failing slowly froin her cheeks. She did not. however, make any answer. "Won't yon tell me, Agnes?" hp urged: anil ai he spoke ha walked away from her nnd stood looking out of the window. They were thus at opposite sides of the room, back to back. She glanced over her shoulder, drew a deep breath, and then spoke with an odd little smile which was almost painful. "III« Arctic expedition," she said, de liberately. "If he is going to spend his Itfe in that sort of thing I would rather —not —cultivate his friendship." She leaued forward, warming her hands feverishly, breathing rapidly nnd uneven ly. She felt him approach, fur his foot steps were inaudible on the thick carpet, and she only crouched a little lower. At last, after a horrid silence, he spoke, and his voice was deeper and singularly mo notonous. "Why Should you not wish to cultivate his friendship under th<>se circum stances?" "Bemuse." she answered lamely, "I should hate to have a friend of mine—a real frieud —running the risk of such a horrible death." He walked away to th» window again and stood there with his hands thrust Into his Jacket pockets—plucky, self-con tained, taking his punishmeut without a word. "That," he said, "Is the worst of mak ing frieuds. One is bound to drift nway from them. Hut still it is foolish to hold aloof on that, account." "Our maritime philosopher," she said, "will now eipouud a maxim. Ei-pound. Iterivatlon —to pound out." "Shall I get the tickets?" he asked, in a practical way. "IMeane." "Well, then, I will go off at one* and book them." He shook hands and left her standing In t.h emiddle of the room. "Perhaps." she murmured regretfully, 'it w*s very cruel—or It may be only my own self-conceit. At all events, It was not so cruel as they are to Helen. I do not think that they will both go now." Aoaroei/ had the front door closed be hind Oswin Grace when the bell was rung again. Miss Winter, standing in the drawing room, heard the tones of a man's voice, and in a few moments the maid knocked and came iuth the drawing room. "A gentleman, please, miss; a Mr. Eas ton," she said. "Mr. Kaston," repeated Agnes Winter. For a moment she forgot who this might he. "Show him up at once." Matthew Mark Kaatou had evidently devoted some care to the quration of dress on lliis occasion. Some extra care, per haps. for lie was a peculiarly neat man. lie always wore a narrow Hilk tie in thu form of a Ik>w of which Hie ends were allowed to stick straight out sideways over the waistcoat. 11 is coat was embellished by an orchid* "I am afraid," he began at once, with perfect equanimity, "that I have made a mistake—a social blunder. 1 came to in form you that 1 have secured a bo* —the stage l>ox—for Wednesday night, at the Epic Theater. It will be doing me a pleasure if you will form one of my paMy. Ido not know exactly how these things are managed in Kngland, but T want Miss Grace and her brother to come as my guests, too. Miss Grace was kind enough to ask me to be one of a Hieater party, and mentioned the Kpic, so I went right away and got a box." "Oswin has jiwt gone to procure seats for the same night," said Miss Winter, quickly. k 'No," replied the American, "I stopped him. 1 met in the street." Miss Winter knew that they must have met actually on her doorstep, and she wondered why lie should have deliberately made a misstatement. She felt, indefinitely guilty, as if Oswin's visit had been sur reptitious. .Suddenly she became aware of the quick. Hitting glance of her com panion's eyes, noting everything—each liny dicker of the eyelids, each indrawn breath, each slightest movement. "How am I to do it?" he asked.'inno cently. "A note to Miss Grace or a ver bal invitation to her brother?" "A note," replied Miss Winter, with a gravity equal lo hi* own, "to Helen, saying that you tiave secured the stage I vox for Wednesday evening, and hope that she and her brother will accept setts in it." He nodded his head, "signifying compre hension, and rose to go. "That," said Miss Winters, skipping away from the subject under discussion with all the inconsequence of her sex and kind, "reminds me of sometlung I heard said of you the other evening. It was, in fact, said to me." "Then," replied the American, with cheery gallantry, "I should like to hear it. Had it been said to any one else I allow that I should have been indifferent." He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking down at her with a smile ii|>on his wistful liltle face. "Ho you know Mr. Santow?" The smile vauished and the dancing eyfis at once assumed an expression of alert keenness, which was almost ludi crous in its contrast. "The Russian attache—unaccredited?" he replied, giving back question for ques tion. "N-o-o," lie said, slowly, "I do not; I think I know him by sight." "I have met him on several occasions. I rather like him. although I cannot un derstand him. There is an inward Mr. Sanlow whom I have not met yet ; I only know a creature who smiles and behaves generally like a lamb." "Santow," said Kaston, deliberately, "is altogether too guileless." Miss Winter countered sharply. "I thought you did not know htm?" "I do not," answered Kaston, impsr turably. "Kxcept by reputation?" "Precisely." 'He is reputed." said Miss Winter, "to be a great diplomatist." "So 1 believe—hence tho lamblike man ners." Kaston'* face was a study in the art of suppressing curiosity. "Ho you think that he is a wolf in lamb's clothing?" asked the ludy with a laugh. "1 will tell you what be said about you." "Thank you." "We were talking about Russia—lt Is his favorite topic—and he said that at times ho felt like the envoy from some heathen country, so little is Russia known by us. By way of illustration, he asked me to look around the room and tell liiin if it did not contain all that was most intellectual and learned in Kngland. I admitted that he was right. He said, 'And yet there are but two men in the room who speak Russian.' Then he poinr ed you our. "There is one,' he said: 'he knows my country better than any man in Kngland. If ho were a diplomatist I should fear him!' 'What Is he?' I asked, and he merely shrugged his shoulders In that guilder way to which you object." Matthew Mark Easton did not appear to be much impressed. lie moved from one foot to the other. ami took consider able Interest In the pattern of the carpet. 1 "Ami." ha inquired, "did he mention i the name of the second accomplished per son ?" "So." "1 wonder what It was?" said Kaston. "Mr. Tyars," suggested the lady, calmly. "Possibly. By the way. I thought of asking him to join us on Wednesday at i the Epic." "1 hope," said Miss Winter, with a gracious little bow, "that he will be able to come." " 'Hear Miss Grace,' began F.nston. . solemnly, as if repeating a lesson, 'I havs ; secured the stage l>ox at the Epic for I Wednesday exeuing next, and I hope that i you and your brother will do ms ths I pleasure of accepting seats in it.' Will that do?" "Very nicely." "And may I count on you?" "Yes, you may count on me." "Thank you." he said simply, «nd took his departure. As he walked rapidly eastward toward th« club where he was expecting to meet Tyara his quaint little face wa« wrinkled up Into a thousand interrogations. ' "Yes." he said at length, with a know ing nod, "it was a warning; that spry lit tls lady smells a rat. How does she know that Tjratv speaks Ruaaian? Us ia ÜBHDBBg? HEEBALD, ITOENDAT, AUGUST <», 1906 not the sort of fellow to bonst of his accomplishments. She must have heard It from (Jrace, and to hear from him she must have asked, because (Jrace is more th*n half inclined to be jealous of Tyari, and would *ake care not to remove" the bushel from his light." For some time he walked on, whistling a tune softly. Cheerfulness is ouly a hab it. He did not really feel cheerful nor particularly Inclined for music. Then h« began reflecting in an undertone again. "Here 1 am," he said, "in a terrible fright of two women; all my schemes may be upset by either of them, and I do not know wbich to fear most —that clever little lady with her sharp wits, or that girl's eyes. I almost think Miss Hel en's eyes are the most dangerous; I am sure they would be if it was my affaii —• if it was ine whom those quiet eyes fol lowed about. Birt it is uot: it is Tyars. Now, 1 wonder—l wonder if he know* It?" CIIAPTFII XIX. Had the keen-witted Fast on been askoA why he felt impelled to disburse ten guineas for the benefit of the 1 essee of the Epic Theater, he would scarcely bave been able to make an immediate reply. In his rapid, airy fashion he hail jrtcked up and pieced together certain little bits of evidence tending to prove that the young people with whom lie found himself on somewhat sudden terms of intimacy wero exceedingly* interesting. Matthew Mark Faston was leisurely surveying the half-empty house when Miss Winter. Helen I Jrace and Oswin were shown into the box by an official. His quick glance detected a momentary droop of Helen's eyelids. A blundering man would have made some reference to Tyar's lateness of arrival. Faston did no such thing. He proceeded to draw for ward chairs for the ladies, and did the hoDors with a certain calm ease which In no way savored of familiarity. "I should like," said Miss Winters, un tying the ribbon of a jaunty little opera cloak, "the darkest corner." "Why?" asked Helen, almost sharply. "Because the pie*** is said to be very touching, and I invariably weep." "Sorry," said Faston; "sorry it cannot be done. Ilut I can lend you a huge pair of opera glasses." "But," urged Miss Winter, "my tear* drop—-audibly on the program." 'We want the dark corners for the men —the background," urged the American, holding a chair invitingly. "We love the Shadow— eh, (Jrace?" "Speak for yourself," said the sailor, bluntly, pulling forward a second chair and seating himself immediately behind Mias Winter. One great fault in Mattliew Mark Fas ton was soft-hearteduess. He was one of those mistaken men who hesitate to pun ish a dog. - "It appears," continued Faston as Ty ars entered the box, "that the piece la touching. We shall require your mom I support; that calm exterior of yours will, 1 surmise, assist us materially to keep a serene countenance turned toward tha stalls." 'Don't be persona I," replied the Kn glisbman. "You may rely upon me at the pathetiu parU. It is some years since I wept." "The last time I did it," said Hie Amer ican, thoughtfully, "was wheu I got my ears boxed because another fellow broke a window." Helen and Miss Winter laughed. Th?y all felt that there was a hitch some where. They were conversationally lama and halt. "We tioth told untruths about it." con tinued Faston, determined to work this mine to its deepest. "But mine failed, while his succeeded. That was why I wept. Mine was not an artistic lie, 1 admit; but it might have got through with ; a little good luck. There is nothing so humiliating as an unsuccessful attempt to pervert the truth. Have yon uot found that so, Miss Winter? Hut of course you would not know. 1 ajHilogize; I am sor ry. Of course yon never tell them." "Oh, yes," said the lady, candidly, "I do." At this mone the curtain was drawn up, and Miss Winter broke off suddenly in the midst of her coufessiou. turning toward the stage and settling herself com fortably to watch the play, lu so doing she unconsciously drew her chair a little further away from llelcu, and thus left her and Claud Tyars more distinctly apart. (To be continued.) Not lha On* to l,«l I,eft. The winter had been mild. Water congealed only enough to drown th« Incautious Hknter. Plainly tho ice crop was to be ii warm forst, us It were. "But you know it's ti cold day when we get left," remarked the ice trust merrily. Thereupon price went up ,'!0 per cent —Philadelphia Ledger. Ills Idea of a llnpt. "Yes. de professor an' me played a duet on de organ wunst." "You?" j "Yes, me. When I stopped lis J stopped." "But you don't know one key from another." "Sure not. I did de ifliiuplu'."— Cleveland Plain Dealer. I.ove'i Idle I)renin. ! Gunner —Tliey say lie was a young and daring adventurer. Guyer—So 1 have heard. lie mar ried the wife of the late millionaire and gossip says she Idolizes him. Gunner —You mean Idleized hiin. H« has not done a stroke of work slue* the wedding.—Columbus Dispatch. racla In the Cime. "According to the papers." said the alleged funny man, "an Ohio sheriff eloped with a locomotive last week." "Wag It a love match?" nsked hi* friend. k "Probably not." replied the party of the funny part, "although there seeuil to have been a tender attachment." tine of Many. Voting Wife —It's wonderful how well Tom and I manage to get along on his small salary, Isn't It? Her Brother—Oh, 1 don't know. It Is partly owing to your economy, but Toot own the most of It to Ills friend*. MMASHn Wo in nn In Ibe Profession*. Justice David J. Brewer contributes an Interesting lytlele on "Woman in the Professions," In the Delineator. The Justice comments on the fact that during the hist half century woman has broken down the doors of entrance into professional life, that she is no longer merely an Incident but a conspicuous factor in | sill tics and many of ttie pro fessions. To quote in part : - She has a brain and is capable of receiving the highest educational train ing. The land is covered with co-edu cational colleges and universities, and no one has yet had the hardihood to say that she does not make a success of her work in tlieni. In the realm of literature she is constantly present. Prose mill poetry are at her command. Who writes the most of our acceptable stories? What masculine poet dares to look down on Mrs. Browning? No long er are face mid form everything. We have learned to behold the Intellect in her. We see her in the pulpit, at the bar. and In the din-tor's office. She knows something of the Bible, quotes Hlackstone, ami. like masculine doc tors. writes prescriptions in a dead lan guage. She claims the right to be In every tlepartment of professional life, mill many are asking how far she has gone and will go in that life; what has been and what will be her success. True, she has not yet become baseball or football champion and tills depart ment of culture still remains the pecti 11<ir occupation of masculine students. Kut who knows how soon she may be come a successful competitor therein? She is developing as an athlete. Some so-called physlologb-al statisticians af firm that her average stature is increas ing. lu the economic world she has broken the confinements of home and entered the doors of outside toil. She has established the fact that she has a mind us well an a heart." New sheetings for suits and dresses ami a dor.eu purposes already bleached, instead of the half-bleached kind we've hecu used to. There's a new shade out which goes by the name of biscuit, hut must cer tainly refer to them in their uncooked ■tilto, if the name is right. The prettier biscuit color Is the palest lint of a tan —Just one remove from cream. A very charming dauce frock for a young girl was made of painted muslin, the design pale-yellow roses and foliage, and hemmed with soft Ivory duclicsse satin, the top finished with luch-wide kiltlngs, both of muslin aud satin. Japanese crepes for klnomos and dressing sacks have cherry blossoms uml dragons, quaint little .lapHiiese maidens aud butterflies in a confusion of gay colors, with a disregard of pro portions mid probabilities that Is as attractive as the soft, crepy cotton stuff they are printed on. Just at present the material most in demand is pongee, ill all its different pialitics and coloring*. House dresses, handsome reception gowns, coat and skirt costumes, traveling, dresses it does not seem to matter for what pur pose. so varied are the spring and sum mer models in |H>ngee and rnjah cloth. l'"or :i light weight traveling snli I'll.ill 11 it excellent. II doiw uot show dust iv.ullly mid It will stand n tre mendous amount of wptir. There are n few models made up with the box rover sotui titled coat, lull the majority of designs luivi> I In* clou or Ihilcio trimmed with ruclilngs of taffeta mill lure, .lust now there are to be seen among tlio si iii|>!•>■- street models <11111«> ii number of routs with long tailor sleeves. A smart dinner gown Is of silk voile. In the now anil popular shade or "uii I lure" liluo. A surplice effect Is nsoil wit Ii oouslilonihlo grace, It extending from llio tliroiit to tlio hem of the skirt, widening from tlio waist lino. A rape collar of Bruges lace, ilyoil to uuitoli tlio tolio of tlio silk. Is hold In place by largo rosettes of soft, opalescent rib hon. A girdle of tlio rililKin Is at tlio waist, whioli is also flnlshoil with tlio rosottos. I.noo panels are upon the vklrt, edging the inserted silk. '!'<» tt rnr HI nek. Customs concerning mourning are not at all arbitrary nowadays, ninny poi sons not putting on black at nil for parents. brothers or sisters. They do ■ not. however, wear colors, but pure I white, using dull-finished while ribbons or crepe lisse as trimming. There are I mourning textures in elotll nnd silt .fabrics, Hlaok belts and rihlious may also lie worn. If black is preferred, two years for heavy black for a Ims baud. two years for parent or chlld.aud nix months for sister or brother I* the : usual lime for wearing It. After that jit may be lightened. The stationery Is 'usually ileep branded for heavy mourn ing. growing lighter by degrees. At any stationery store they wlli t«ll you the latest rulings In this respect. In re ply I<> letters of condolence n black Ismlereil calling or corres|iondence card is used, and on it nia.v lie simply wrUK ten, "Thanking .vou sincerely for your sympathy." Face veils are short with a liem. The heavy crepe veils that used to be worn are never seen now. Fven if a black veil is used over the hat. It comes scarcely to the shoulders, and the face veil is separate from the one oil the hat. For A fie moon Wear, If one Is in search of a frock that Is simple and charming at the same time, this model is highly commended. It is developed in cream-colored nun's veil ing. the skirt having plaits and several rows of slurring alsmt the waist-line. Above the hem there are two applied tucks. The blouse Is stitched with em broidered straps simulating plaits, and has a yoke effect outlined with shirring, above which Is a collar of all-over lace. Why Women lirnw 'I'lred. A wise counselor tells tired women that it»is not the work they do that tires them, it is the way they do it. The woman whose work Is never out of her ininil is the woman who is al ways tired. The farmer's wife doing a week's work in her imagination, after she goes to bed; tile bookkeeper search ing lu her dremus through columns of figures for an obstinate balance—all these are tired liecanse they do not know what It is to have a mind at ease. A story is told of a conscientious wor rier. who, hurrying a Ismf her work, slipped and fell. The result, a broken hip. placed her for weeks out of reach of "the tilings which must be done." Weeks of lonely rest brought her a new perspective of life, and a conviction that peace of mind is more than pies 1. Hydrangea blue linen, with wide lace Insertions. Hodlce laeed with blue satin rlbliou back and front over tine white lingerie blouse. White leghorn hat. with pink roses banked at the back, and a elneter of peacock feathers caught by a buckle on the left side. 2. Trim-ens gown of silk moussellne of a watermelon pink shad*, having double row of real la<'e around top of corselet and In points arouori skirt. I'lat collar of same lace. V shaped neck felled with tucked whiw Moussellne. link wMe hrlmnitHl hat, wltb long black pluuiM* iind ciikes. Itcalix.ing at Inst Hint 111® worst enemy of good work is worry, she afterward said. with a peai*fnl smile, "ui.v broken hip saved my life :ni<i soul." Thi> Walklim »Wlr«. It is of white linen. Or perhaps of linene. (lie mock linen. The crash skirts are well made this yea r. Those who don't like the yellow crash can get II in silvery gray. l'anama «'loth skirts are cool and light weight for hot-weather wear. For the elderly woman there ar« walking skirts of black iln-ck from $1 up. Itlue duck, pin spotted with white, lias its attractions. This year there are separate skirts in nil tlk* light-colored voiles mid in black, as well as In silk. A bandy skirt to have Is one of white mohair, Sicilian or briiliantine. An engagement '"'"K should never b« regarded as :i woman's property (ill ltin marriage service Ims been read. Thorn may lie urgent reasons for breaking en gagements to marry, ami the ring should then he returned to the giver. ,Should he ask that it lie kept as a pledge of friendship. It ean be done without offending good taste very much; but such a thing rarely hap pens. The ring is a money Investment to a young man ; and, besides, there are other girls In the world, says an ex change. Usually men have the good sense to make no fuss over a woman's greediness, but an occasional man wants not only his ring hut nil the oth er presents he has given returned : and the law says he has a right to them whenever the law is asked to nettle tho question. Canada Is winning the nuenviablx reputation of ail Kveless Kdeu. Tlm men outnumber the women, and even Immigration does not mend matters, for it is flgured that of the 34,000 new set tlers who have arrived in Canada sine* the first of the year not more than H per cent of them have been women. Of this S per cent the majority wars married women. In the western part of the Dominion the lack of women is a serious handicap to the development of the country. The Reuters cannot find wives, and as a woman plays Just as important a part as a man in th« drama of a new country, the govern ment of Canada is worried uvvr th« unenviable situation. A Hall Dlnlnft Room. Many women nre having thsir dining rooms done In buff color Instead of thv blue which has been no innvh In rogn* since the rune for Dutch furnHnpw, plac<|ue«. mugs and chlnawar* of nil sorts. The walla done In till* tone ar<> light enough to permit of half ilrawn blinds of the same shade, niwt in many instances there are diminutive silken curtains of a lighter shade of Tel low. Any yoke furniture blendx nicely with this decoration on wall and windows, ami especially effective Is hrassware - samovar. teukhtle, coffee urn or finger bowls —in a dlnli% room lhu« arranged. GARDEN PARTY TOILETTES. KiiKHKCIHCii I niliMft. Wires Wantril In t'anadn.