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i GEORGI DAFER MCUTCHION L"LUSTRATIONS YItY WALTERS COP oy/ , R/YL. 13/ AfI'D CWT/PrAt"Y SYNOPSIS. -7- L In the New York home of James Brood, ki his son, Frederic, receives a wireless from him. Frederic tells Lydia Des mond, his fiancee, that the message an- at nounces his father's marriage, and orders Mrs. Desmond, the housekeeper and Lydia's mother, t'o prepare the house for Pt an immediate home-coming. Brood and his bride arrive. She wins Frederic's lik ing at first meeting. Brood shows dislike bi and veiled hostility to his son. Lydia and Mrs. Brood met in the jade-room, where Lydia works as Brood's secretary. Mrs. Brood is startled by the appearance of to Ranjab, Brood's Hindu servant. She makes changes in the household and gains St her husband's consent to send Mrs. Des- th mend and Lydia away. She fascinates Frederic, She begins to four It;njabI in nt his uncanny appearances and dtisappear- in ances, and Frederic., renemberihg his fath-r's East Indian stories and firm h. lief in magic, fears unknown evil. Ran jab performs feats of magic for Dawes and Riggs. Frederic's father, jealous, un justly orders his son from the dinner table e, as drunk. Brood tells the story of Ran Jab's life to his guests. "He killed a wom an" who was unfaithful to him. Yvonne y lays with Frederic's infatuation for her. er husband warns her that the thing di must not go on. She tells him that he 't still loves his dead wife, whom he drove from his home, through her, Yvonne. St Yvonne plays with Brood, Frederic and ft Lydia as with figures on a chess board. Brood, madly jealous, tells Lydia that al Frederic is not his son. CHAPTER X-Continued. "And now, Mr. Brood, may I ask why you have al'ways intended to tell me this dreadful thing?" she demanded, her eyes gleaming with a fierce, accus ing light. He stared. "Doesn't--doesn't it put a different light on your estimate of s him? Doesn't it convince you that he Is not worthy of-" "No! A thousand times no!" she cried. "I love him. If he were to ask me to be his wife tonight I would re Joice-oh, I would rejoice! Someone is coming. Let me say this to you, Mr. Brood: You have brought Frederic up as a butcher fattens the calves and swine he prepares for slaughter. You h are waiting for. the hour to come when you can kill his very soul with h the weapon you have held over him for so long, waiting, waiting, waiting! In God's name, what has he done that you should want to strike hhp down after all these years? It is in niy.heprt to curse you, but somehow I feel 'that you are a curse to yourself. I will not say that I cannot understand how you feel about everything. You have sun fared. I know you have, and I-1 ap sorry for you. And knowing'how bit tar life has been for you, I implore you to be merciful to him who is inno cent." The man listened without, the slight est change of expression. The lines seemed deeper about his eyes, that was all. But the eyes were bright and as hard as the steel they resem bled. "You would marry him?" "Yes, yes!" "Knowing that he is a scoundrel?" "How dare you say that, Mr. Brood?" "Because," said he levelly, "he thinks he is my son." Voices were heard on the stairs, Frederic's and Yvonpe's. "He is coming now, my dear," he went on and then, after a pause fraught with significance, "and my wife is with him." Lydia closed her eyes as If in dire pain. A dry sob was in her throat. A strange thing happened to Brood, the man of iron. Tears suddenly rushed to his eyes. CHAPTER XI: A Tempest Rages Yvonne stopped in the doorway. t Ianjab was holding the curtains aside for her to enter. The tall figure of Frederic loomed up behind her, his dark face glowing in the warm light i that came from the room. She had changed her dress for an exquisite orchid colored tea-gown of chiffon un der the rarest and most delicate of lace. For an instant her gaze rested on Lydia and then went questioningly to Brood's face. The girl's confusion had not escaped her notice. Her hus- 1 band's manner was but little less con victing. Her eyes narrowed. "Ranjab said you were expecting ars," she said slowly. She came for ward haltingly, as it in doubt as to her welcome. "Are we interrupting?" "Of course not," said Brood, a flush . of annoyance on his cheek. "Lydia is I tired I sent Ranjab down to ask Frederic to--" I Frederic interrupted, 4 trifle too eagerly. "I'll walk around with you, , Lydia. It's raining, however. Shall I get the car out, father?" "No, no!" cried Lydia, painfully con- I salous of the rather awkward 1tus-a tion. "And please don't bother, Freddy. I can go home alone. It's only a step." She moved toward the door, eager to be away. 4 "'ll go with you," said Frederic de-' . lsively. He stood between her and the door, an embarrassed smile on his lps. "ve got something to say to you, LydJia," he went on, lowering his "James, dear," said Mrs Brood, i shaldng her finger at her husband and with an exasperating smile on. hers lips, "you are working the poor girl' . too hard. See how late it isl And 1 bow nervous she is. Why, you are traembia. Lydia For shame, Jaes." 1 "I am a little tired," stammered " Lydia. "We are working so hard, you I, know, in order to tinish the--" m Brood interrupted, his tone sharp - and incisive. "The end is in sight. at V We're a bit feverish over it, I sup- re r pose. You see, my dear, we have just th escaped captivity in Lhasa. It was a a' .e bit thrilling, 1 fancy. But we've d stopped for the night." at s. "So I perceive," said Yvonne, a at ' touch of insolence in her voice. "You s stopped, I dare say, when you heard hi the vulgar world approaching the in- W n ner temple. That is what you broke into and desecrated, wasn't it?" a "The inner temple at Lhasa," he le said, coldly. je .- "Certainly. The place you were at i" escaping from when we came in." in It was clear to all of them that gl 1e Yvonne was piqued, even angry. She a, ' deliberately crossed the room and e 'threw herself upon the couch, an act so so childish, so disdainful that for a gi Id full minute no one spoke, but stared ct t at her, each with a different emotion. 01 Lydia's eyes were flashing. Her lips Y parted, but she withheld the angry S; words that rose to them. Brood's ex pression changed slowly from dull h' IY anger to one of incredulity, which 5a ie swiftly gave way to positive joy. His wife was jealous! ti Frederic 1as biting his lips nerv- fl ously. He allowed Lydia to pass him n on her way out, scarcely noticing her tl so intently was his gaze fixed upon li Yvonne. When Brood followed Lydia into the hall to remonstrate, the young ft e man sprang eagerly to his stepmoth- H er's side. % h "Good Lord, Yvonne," he whispered, o' "that was a nasty tlhng~to'say. What n will Lydia think? By gad, is it pos- Q id sible that you are jealous? Of lydia?" h "Jealous?" cried she, struggling with C )u her fury. "Jealous of that girl! Poot! L °e Why should I be jealous of her? She tl hasn't the blood of a potato." m "I can't understand you," he said in rI a great perplexity. "You-you told me il at a Vn tl rt at of n pt t t yu r n sue I it m- d o a, es a lat d ire ly nd '111 Listened Without the ldghtest Change t of Expression. \ I tonight that you are not sure that you really love him. You-" She stopped him with a quick ges- I W' ture. Her eyes were smoldering.l de "Where is he? Gone away with her? , of Go and look, do." 1 "They're in the hall. I shall take , Iht her home, never fear. I fancy he's try. ad ing to explain your Inainuating-" t It She turned on him furiously. "Are I im- you lecturing me? What a tempest in a of a teapot." ed o"Lydia's as good as gold. She-" 1 y "Then take her home at once,"l On sneered Yvonne. "This is no place us for hee'." o Frederic paled. "You're not trying to say that my flather would-Good r ang Lord, Yvonne, you must be cray!, or- Why, that is impossible! If-it Il to thought-" He clinched his asts and [1" glared over his shoulder, missing the Ish queer little smile that uitted across is her fac. Lak "You do love her, then," she said, her voice suddenly soft and caressing, 00 He stared at her in complete bewil DU, derment II "I-I-Lord, you gave me a shockt" He passed hit hand across his moist MI- forehead. "It can't be so. Why, the za- very thought of it-" TI 17. "I suppose I shall have to apologize t( P"T to Lydia," said she, calmly. "Your fath- P; to ther will exact it of me, and I shall obey. Well, I am sorry, How does e da* it sound, coming from me? 'I ami ad sorry, Lydia.' Do I say it'prettilyr' "z his "I don't understand you at all Dn, Yvonne. I adore you, and yet, by I hia heaven, I-I actually believe I hated au you just now. Listen to me: I've been ad, treating Lydia vilely for a long, long r ad time, but-ohe's the fnest, best, dear-* aer set girl in the world. You-even you, irl Yvonne-shall not utter a word a14 against-" re "Al-el What heroics!" she crledi1 "' rOaicully. "You mar splendid whom 0 you are angry, my son. Yes, you are "C almost as splendid as your father. He. Fre, too, has been angry with me. He, too. stor has made me shudder. But he, too, gent has forgiven me, as you shall this in stant. Say it, Freddie. You do for give me? I was mean, nasty, ugly, thin vile--oh, everything that's horrid. I TI take it all back. Now, be nice to me!" The She laid her hand on his arm, an slan appealing little caress that conquered stat him in a flash. lie clasped her fingers in his and mumbled incoherently 0 acrs hlie leaned forward, drawn resistlessly fon nearer by a strange magic that was the hers. "You--you are wonderful," he mur- d ,d mured. "I knew that you'd regret the mu what you said. You couldn't have "1 meant it." . She smiled, patted his hand gently, . and allowed her swimming eyes to rest on his for an instant to complete at the conquest. Then she motioned him a away. Brood's voice was heard in the re doorway. She had, however, planted an insidious thing in Frederic's mind, a and it would grow. tu Her husband re-entered the room, d his arm linked in Lydia's. Frederic n- was lighting a cigarette at the table. ce "You did not mean all that you said a moment ago, Yvonne," said Brood ie levelly. "Lydia misinterpreted your jest. You meant nothing unkind, I re am sure." lie was looking straight into her rebellious eyes; the last at gleam of defiance died out of them e as he spoke. Id "I am sorry, Lydia, darling," she st said, and reached out her hand to the a girl, who approached reluctantly, un ýd certainly. "I confess that I was jeal n. ous. Why shouldn't I be jealous? ps You are so beautiful, so splendid." ry She drew the girl down beside her. X. "Forgive me, dear." And. Lydian whoge ll honest heart had been so full of re ¢h sentment the moment, before, could is not withstand the humble appeal in Fr the voice of the penitent. She smiled, v. first at Yvonne then at Brood, and fi m never quite understood the impulse Is e, that ordered her to kiss the warm, red sal n lips that so recently had offended. ia "James, dear," fell softly, alluringly bre Dg from Yvonne's now tremulous lips. not h- He sprang to her side. She kissed te him passionately. "Now, we are all 86 td, ourselves once more," she gasped a the at moinent later, her eyes still fixed in- l )s- quiringly on those of the man beside his ?" her., "Let us be gay! Let us forgetl o th Come,' Frederic! Sit here at my feet, for if! Lydia is not going home yet. Ranjab, hit he the - cigarettes!" bl Frederic, white-faced and 'scowling, 1 in remained at the window, glaring out b ne into the rain-swept night. A steady sheet of raindrops thrashed agalast the window panes. "Hear the wind!" cried Yvonne, after a single sharp glance at his motionless figure. "One can alm imagine that ghosts from every gra yard in the world are whistling our windows. Should we not rejol ? 'We have them safely locked outside ai-e! There are no ghosts in here to make us shiver-and-shake." . The sentence that began so glibly wi trailed off in a slow crescendo, ending us albruptly. Ranjab was holding the lighted taper for her cigarette. As di she spoke her eyes were lifted to his ds dark, saturnine face. She was saying re there were no ghosts, when his eyes da suddenly fastened on hers. In spite es of herself her voice rose in response te to the curious dread that chilled her cr heart as she looked into the shining wv mirrors above her. She shivered as if fz in the presence of death! For an in-1 t calculably brief period their gaze re- r mained fixed and steady, each reading i a mystery. Then the Hindu lowered s his heavy lashes and moved away he SThe little by-scene did not go unno ticed by the others, although its mean- es ing was lost. t "There's nothing to be afraid of, o Yvonne," said Brood, pressing the hi ae hand, which trembled in his. "Your t imagination carries you a long way. t Are you really afraid of ghosts?" w iat She answered in a deep, solemnl It voice that carried conviction. "I be- r ea- lieve in ghosts. I believe the dead a 1. come back to us, not to flit about, as a ar? we are told by superstition, but to l lodge-actually to dwell-inside these e: he warm, living bodies of ours. They ci ry- come and go at will. Sometimes we T feel that they are there, but--ah, who p ire knows? Their souls may'conquer ours in and go on inhabiting--" a "Never!" he exclaimed quickly, but b his eyes were full of the wonder that w *" he felt. a sce "Frederic!" she called imperatively. w "Come away from that window." s: Ing The young man joined the group. fi od The sullen look in his face had given a way to one of acute inquiry. The new a note in her voice produced a strange md effect upon him. It seemed like a call the for help, a cry out of the darkness. b oss They were all playing for time. Not c one of them but who realized that Lid, something sinister was attending their I 21* little conclave, unseen but vitaL Nach t i one knew that united they were safe, each against the other! Lydia was ki 'thouse 1 June 19th, 1915, and that a number I the eces of property so delinquent are being advertisedin The Caldwell ise tchman, in conformity with the law, ith. paratory to such laws. The atten laU i of mortgage creditors is especially ed to these advertisements of tax L)s. and they are totake such steps am rto the sales as may be necessary ,rotect their rights. all. W. E. GODFREY, by Sheriffand Ex-Officio Tax Collector. ted umbia, La., MIay 14th, 1915. pen nag -Ba' NOTICE Lochinvar, the fine stallion of C. Pen, will serve this season ieeBellevue, Columbia, La. This -I5one of the finest horses in the te and is'entitled to registra. n. $10. I1J . " "Good Lord. that was close," crii 'N"n Frederic. "''hre was ao sign of a 1jar, storm when «e e'ane in-just a steady, fr I. gentle slpring rain." "t San frightnedl." shuddr' s'n Yvonne, widf. e'd '. jit f5 ar. "1)o y}ui ii it think-'" i There came another de(lnteniu:, crash cloth The glare tilled the room with a bril- T liant, greenish hue. Itanjab w\as them standing at the window, holding the the 1 curtains apart while he peered upard lihe c across the space that separated them L from the alartment building beyod I rass the court. (; "Take me home0, Frederic!" cri(ed inge Lydia, franllically. She ran toward drew the door pass "I will colne," he exclaimed, as they G raced down the stairs. "Don't be softi St1 belo Sas"littl II+ingt ri u r tn t h that t last hin tl lthr te f fled his whrf ting feet mai Frederic, White Faced and Scowling, and Remained at the Window. 'Whi ove frightened, darling. It's all right. eye e Listen to me! Mrs. Desmond is as arc o Ssafe as--" out "Oh, Freddy, Freddy," she walled, 9 breaking under a strain that he was ing " not by way of comprehending. "Oh, d Freddy, dear!" Her nerves gave way. E i She was sobbing convulsively when jar a they came to the lower hall. and 1' In great distress, he clasped her in hum e his arms, mumbling incoherent words sto, Sof love, encouragement-even ridicule ant L for the fear she betrayed. Far from co, r his mind was the real cause of her un- tre happy plight. bre i, He held her close to his breast and see t erem she sobbed and trembled as crc ith a mighty, racking chill. Her fin- his It clutched his arm with the grip wa one who clings to the edge of a she r cipice with death below. Her face a buried against his shoulder. to "You will come with me, Fre.dy?" hit e was whispering, clinging to him no one in panic. wt 'Yes, yes. Don't be frightened, Lyd - I-I know everything is all right e . I'm sure of It." 0h, I'm sure too, dear. I have al ly ways been sure." she cried, and he i8 unierstood, as she had understood. sol 1e )espite the protests of Jones, they on L dashed out into the blighting thun- ell Is derstorm. The rain beat down in tor- ab ig reats, the din was infernal. As the zw as door closed behind them Lydia, in the tco te estasy of freedom from restraint bit- in *e tnly imposed, gave vent to a shrill La er cry of relief. Words, the meaning of m i8 which he could not grasp, babbled i from her lips as they descended the a' 5* steps. One sentence fell vaguely clear fa :e from the others, and it puzzled him. sp SI He was sure that she said: "Oh, I am o d so glad, so happy we are out of that w Mr. hoee-you and I together." o Close together, holding tightly to cc Seanch other, they breasted the whirling sheets of rain. The big umbrella was wf, of little protection to them, although at he held manfully to break the force ofa ur the cold food of waters. They bent di f. their strong young bodies against the waind, and a sort of wild, impish hilar. S n ity took possession of them. It was hi *freedom, after all. They were fighting e ad a force in nature that they understood w as and the sharp, staccato cries thatw to came from their lips were born of an e exunltant glee which neither of them i ey could have suppressed nor controlled. we Their hearts were as wild as the term ho pest about them. tr Mrs. Desmond threw open the door as their wet, soggy feet came elosh iut bng down the hall. Frederic's arm at was about Lydia as they approached, r and both of their drenched faces were ly. wreathed in smiles-gay, exalted n smiles. The mother, white-faced and Ii IP. fearful, stared for a second at the en amazing pair, and then held out aher aw arms to them. ge She was drenched in their embrace. ahI No onesthought of the havoc that ws a being created in that swift, impulsive E lot contact. . . t ot "I must run back home," exclimed sir Frederic. Lydia placed herself be Ach tween him and the door. Je, "No I want you to stay," she erled. as He stared. "What a funny idea!" ' alt until the rain is over," added ( Mrs. Desmond.a "No, no," cried Lydia. "I mean fori him to stay here the rest of the night. - We can put you up, Freddy. I- oe don't want yeou to go back there un-a. til-until tomorrow." A glad light broke in his face. "By joe, I-do you know, I'd like to stay. i I-I really would, Mrs. Desmond. Can you fend a place for me?" His voice 4 was eager, his eyes sparkling. "Yes," said the mother, quietly, al most serenely. "You shall have Lydia's bed, Frederic. She can come In with me, Yes, you must stay. Are you not our Frederic?" "Thank you," he stammered, and his eyes fell. "I will telephone to Jones when the .u- awrten **id Mrs. Desmrent. "Now get out of those coats, and--oh, lthe di d a;, holu' wet you are! A hot drink covert for both of you." that hI "Would you Iind asking Jotes to below. sendi over something for mte to wear lIit, in in thll l orl ing?" said Frederic, grin- dli~:11 p ning as he stoo;d forth in his evtening sI tr;-ai clothes. ilhave 'lTen minutes later, as he sat with to s-ee them before an open lire and sipped waitin the toddy Mrs. l)esnmond had brewed, to hiri I he cricd: "I say, this is great!" a ftel Lydia was suddenly shy and embar- Inoy an I rassed. Wit "(Good night," she whispered. tier enggg I lingers brushed his cheek lightly. le 'eyt ,( d drew her down to him and kissed her tion H passionately. had a y 'Good-night, my Lyddy!" he said, him t e softly, his cheek flushing, it wo She went quickly from the room. that 11 * * * * * * * ed hi Later he stood in her sweet, dainty pain i little bedroom and looked about him ing p with a feeling of mingled awe and comb: wonder. All of her intimate, exquisite ally. belongings, the sanctilied treasures of "lii her most secret domain were about you him. He wandered. ile fingered the She \ articles on her dressing table; smelled air. of the perfume bottles and smiled as able he recognized the sweet odors as be- IHe ing a part of her, and not a thing unto lis I themselves; grinned delightedly at his the k own photogral)h in its silver frame o! th that stood where she could see it the Ile s last thing at night and the first thing to re in the morning; caressed-ay, caressed fever -the little hand mirror that had re- last, flected her gay or troubled face so Lean many times'since the dear Christmas quite (lay when he had given it to her with hand; his love. He stood beside her bed she where she had stood, and the soft rug sat d seemed to respond to the delightful in th tingling that ran through his bare His feet. Her room! lier bed! Her do- "It main! enthi Suddenly he dropped to his knees Now, g, and buried his hot face in the cool, Fo white sheets, and kissed them over and and over again. Here was sanctuary! His the 1 it. eyes were wet with tears when he wher as arose to his feet, and his arms went tente out to the closed door. mast 'd, "My Lyddy!" he whispered chok- couc as ingly. self h, * ** $ Ly" Back there in the rose-hued light of did' en James Brood's study, Yvonne cringed awa and shook in the strong arms of her like in husband all through that savage Id de storm. She was no longer the defi- whol 'le ant, self-possessed creature he had )m come to know so well, but a shrinking, in- trembling child, stripped of all her yOUr bravado, all her arrogance, all her ad seeming guile. A pathetic whimper as crooned from her lips in response to In, his gentle words of reassurance. She rip was afraid-desperately afraid-and a she crept close to him in her fear. ice And he? He was looking backward to another who had nestled close to t?" him and whimpered as she was doing une now-another who had lived in terror when It stormed. yd rht CHAPTER XII. al- The Day Between. he Frederic opened his eyes at the sound' of a gentle, persistent tapping ley on the bedroom door. Resting on his un- elbo'w. he looked blankly, wonderingly w tor- about the room and-remembered. It the was broad daylight. The knocking q the continued. He dreamed on, his blink- j bit- ing eyes still seeking out the dainty, - trll Lydiallke treasures in the enchanted 4 Sof room., ied "F'rederic! Get up! It's nine the o'clock. Or will you have your break lear fast in bed, sir?" It was Lydia who t. spoke, assuming a fine Irish brogue in am imitation of their little maid of all bat work. "I'llI have to, unless my clothes have to come over?" P ling "They are here. Now, do hurry." was He sprang out of bed and bounded ugh across the room. She passed the gar- i 1 of ments through the partly opened tod lent door. teli the He was artistic, temperamental. be lar- Such as he have not the capacity for me was haste when there is the slightest op ting portunity to dream and dawdle. He fat tood was a full quarter of an hour taking It that his tub and another was consumed in W an getting into his clothes. He sallied in hem forth in great haste at nine-thirtyfive 1 Iled. and was extremely proud of himself, of tem- although unshaved. del His first act, after warmly greeting lal loor Mrs. Desmond, was to sit down at the of Oah piano. Hurriedly he played a fewn Sjerky, broken snatches of the haunt- an ed, ing air he had heard the night before. sle I'ere ve been wondering if I could re-b ulted member it," he apologised as he fol- De and lowed them into the dining-room. ha the "What's the matter, Lydia! Didn't sid her you sleep well? Poor old girl, I was a thi beast to deprive you of your bed--" re, race. "I have a mean headache, that's i " all," said the girl, quickly. He noticed Ti laie the dark circles under her eyes, and Br the queer expression, as of trouble, in tr med their depths. "It will go as soon as b I've had my coffee." we ded. Night with its wonderful sensations he eat" was behind them. Day revealed the pr dded shadow that had fallen. They uncon- do sciously shrank from it and drew back wi Sr into the shelter of their own misgivr- i i itr ns. The joyous abandon of the ki 4 night before was dead. Over its grave ei m stood the specter of unrest, leering. m When he took her in his arms later a "By on, and kissed her, there was not the hE stay, shadow of a doubt in the mind of Can either that the restraining influence e voice of a condition over which they had no m control was there to mock their en-t , al- deavor to be natural. They kissed as h have through a veil. They were awake once ome more, and they were wary, uncon-g] Are vinced. The answer to their questions re came in the kiss itself, and constraint t id his fell upon them. t Drawn by an impulse that had been a n the struggllng within him for some time, yt nen. rederNi fond himsif standing at tille diling-ro iO n ' indo w. It Kas a sly, covert tho1 u h tl te !.l,,l y ealger look thait he direti't'('d ::t a tiilher window' f;ar bel)w. If he he oi,2 1t, sotnm, sian f Ilce in his tathi, rs >tt:udy he weas to lie disalpIiintd T ' c i·rt .!lr's iung sri:ight iiad l t:'ll . . lie would have dlenied the chairge that he lunged to see' Yvo!lnt' sitting in the ('astelent, waiting to waft a sign of greeting up to hiint, and yet he i; s consCiolus of a feeling of disapliointmenit, even an noyance. With considerable adroitness Lydia engaged his attention at the piano. Neyl d up as she was, his every emo tion was plain to her perceptions. She had anticipated the motive that led him to the wwindow. She knew that it would assert itself in spite of all that he could do to prevent. She wait ed humbly for the thing to happen. pain in her heart, and when her read I ing proved true, sheI was prepared to I cobat its effect. Music was her only ally. "Hlow does it go, Freddy-the thing you were playing before breakfast?" She was trying to pick up the elusive air. "It is such a fascinating. ador able thing. Is this right?" He came over and stood beside her. His long, slim fingers joined hers on the keyboard, and the sensuous strains So the waltz responded to his touch. °H Ie smiled patiently as she struggled to repeat what he had played. The d fever of the thing took hold of him at last, as she had known it would. 0 Leaning over her shoulder, his cheek quite close to hers, he played. Her h hands dropped into her lap. Finally d she moved over on the bench and he n sat down beside her. He was absorbed in the undertaking. llis brow cleared. e His smile was a happy, eager one. S"It's a tricky thing, Lyddy," he said, enthusiastically,, "but you'll get it. ° Now, listen." I, For an hour they sat there, master d and pupil, sweetheart and lover, and the fear was less in the heart of one 1e when, tiring at last, the other con it tentedly abandoned the role of task master and threw himself upon the couch, remarking as he stretched him self in luxurious ease: "I like this, Lyddy. I wish you didn't have to go over there and dig away at that confounded journal. I like this so well that, 'pon my soul, e I'd enjoy loafing here with you the whole day long." Her heart leaped. "You shall have your wish, Freddy," she said, barely er able to conceal the note of eagerness er to _ he Ord Ito tlahed a Jrk. Brood Snaoche me. Don't go home, Freddy. a-" ing." l of w hat would come out of thatir. ad nhervostandince ." All night long she hador ed today. I-my head, yoa no.es, othenlr of the lephorrined to hin. Brood thiJames Brood hrning elsaid to hyou wer. Far n tay here night h OP "leep to pugot the questit on that had e lath Desmond onfessed that her husbaly nhad told her that Brood had nevlater oan n We've ot to come two lay side by sinde for thed Singa word and yet keenly awa EvThey were thinking of the hour wfrd el, Brood what ould comserve notice on thate "n. derstLydia now reallUd that long she had was near. "Have it out wwith awide-staring eyes, thner," the the horrad said thin his ignorane. He had epreparid to her. rush n theadlong to shei ore. doom. To put the question thaat had ie- been torturLydia's mind. Her only hours pe. fo- keeping the men apthat her hsbnd t. ad told her thatom Brood ad never to o Smerciful, and thisen the two shide by atended or tohe st reomplish io f she ght to go doat ott t'sher kneesg a word and grovel before the mau. Ied T"why werke the chanceking of sthe hl a Awhen and Brood would rse?" Eve notice on the red e, in t words sheer realied how tl4 as Lyd ineffectualed that the wo. r was"It can't b"ave imuch worse," he rd, ions omhe had said in hisam ignorance. He he'd the preparing to rksh headlong to hinl s ater Iacomplishd-or impli she had to go ow ht.'m te yoher Inees an.d ovel bo rethe Sno matter woe Even a ihe uttered I atl T0o 35 ConrU3D.