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but falls. Mrs. Brood fascinates
rraderlc. They visit Lvdla and her moth
er In their new apartment. Mrs. Brood
pe^lns to fear Ranjal In his uncanny ap
pearances and disappearances and Fred
trie. r-memherlnic his father's Kast Indian
Itorles
and firm belief In magic, fears un
nown evil. Ranjab performs feats of
Inaclc for Dawes and liiggB.
CHAPTER
VII—Continue*.
Then, before their startled, horror
Struck eyes, the Hindu coolly plunged
(he glittering blade into his breast,
driving It In to the hilt!
"Good Lord!" shouted the two old
•nen.
Ranjab serenely replaced the sword
In its scabbard.
"It Is not always the knife that finds
Jibe heart," said he, so slowly, so full
•f meaning, that even the old men
rasped the significance of the cryptic
•emark.
"A feller can be fooled, no matter
low closely he watches," said Mr.
». |)i*e«, and he was not referring to
flbe a mating sword trick.
"No, sir." aaid Mr. Rlggs, with
floomy Irrelevance, "I don't like that
flroman."
The old spell of the Orient had
fallen upon the ancients. They were
tearing the vague whisperings of
Voices that came from nowhere, as
Ihey had heard them years ago in the
layette silences of the East.
"Sh! One comes," said Ranjab,
Softly. "It will be the master's son."
•m*u 'n®t»nt later hla closet door
flosed noiselessly behind him and the
"•Id men were alone, blinking at each
.Other Th~re was no sound from the
fcall. They waited, watching the cur
|nined door At last they beard foot-
Steps on the stairs, quick footsteps of
Che young.
I* Frederick strode rapidly lato the
Voom.
":'Z- Chapter via.
WW*#*,-
M.
jH#'"* "Me Killed a Woman.**
Hla face was livid with rage. For
S moment he glowered upon the two
Old men, his fingers working spasmod
fcally, his chest heaving with the vol
Onnlc emotions he was trying so hard
to subdue. Then he whirled about,
|0 glare Into the hell.
"In God's name, Freddy, boy, what's
happened?" cried old Mr. Rlggs, all
|(-treinble.
v
J/
Some minutes passed before he could
trust himself to speak. Ugly veins
flood out on hla pale temples, as be
paced the floor in front of them. Even
., tUally Mr. Dawes ventured the vital
Question, In a somewhat hushed volee.
"Have you—quarreled with your tar
Iber, Freddy?"
The young man threw up bis arms
In a gesture of despair. There was
a wail of misery la bis voice as he
Crated out:
"In the name of God, why should ho
late me as he does? What have 1
done? Am I not a good son to him?"
"Hush!" Implored Mr. Dawes, nerv
ously. "He'll bear you."
"Hoar me!" cried Frederic,
tittghed aloud ia his recklessness.
"Why shouldn't he hear me? By
PodL III not stand It a day longer. Ho
.wmI thlak of treating a dogfts
la treats me. God, I—I, why. he to
actually tsrotag me to hate him.
do halo Mm! swear to heaven. It
4io% my heart to httl him dowa
Hjffll JMfc4WV* Ho could not
loot He ohokod «p and the tears
Abruptly turning
•vat*, tMow himself upon the
I Hi Mil hortod Ms toco oa his s
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beyond the
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15 WHITE
GEORGE DARK M^UTCHOT
LLUSTRMKJNS &-FW WALTERS
SYNOPSIS.
hnm« of
Brood
I»aw»-* and HI UK*, his two old prislonprt
and oimral»»i». nwuit the comlnjf
of
Brood's son l'ro«l rlr to li-nrn tin- content®
0» a wtnlchj from Brood, but l-'rederlc,
•JN'T rendlnjf. throws it Into the fire and
l»av«'n tlx- rimni without a word. Frederic
tell* I.ydlu
)vsiuionl, tiln
I i:tf i
*«*. that |Iih
nnriiMinrpn his fiitlu'i's marriage
and orders the hoiiao prepared for an Im
medinte homecoming. Mrn. Desmond, the
housekeeper and l.vdla'H motlier, tries to
cool Frederle'n temper at the 1mp-nil1nt{
cnantrp*. Brood and hi* l»rid» nrrive. She
wins Frederic's liklnu at first mpetlnjc.
Brood fhows dislike and veiled hostility to
nf« son. 1-ydln and Mrs. ft rood meet In
the Jade-room, where 1
.villa works as
Brood's Secretary. The ri»otn, dominated
»y a great gold Buddha, Brood's father
confessor, Is fumlsln-d In oriental mag
nificence. Mrs. Brood, after a talk with
I^yrilH. which leaven the latter puzzled, Is
disturbed by the appearance of Uanjah,
the Hindu servant of Brood. Mrs. Brood
•nakes changes In the household and
Cains her husband's consent to send Mm.
pesmor and l.ydla away. 8he tries to
fathom the mystery of Brood's separation
from his first wife, and his dislike of his
closet. An odd expression of alarm
crept Into her eyes.
"Frederic," she said, softly, almost
timorously.
He lifted his head quickly, and then
sprang to his feet. His eyes were wet
aud his lips were drawn. Shame pos
sessed him. He tried to smile, but it
was a pitiful failure.
"Oh, I'm so ashamed of he
began, in a chotsd voice.
"Ashamed because you have cried?"
she said quickly. "But no! It is good
to cry—it is good for women to cry.
But when a strong man breaks down
and sheds tears, I am—oh, I am heart
broken. But come! You must go to
your room and bathe your face. Go at
once. Your father must not know that
you have cried. He—"
"D—u him!" came from between
Frederic's clinched teeth.
'Hush!" she cried, with another
glance at Ranjab's door. She would
have given much to know whether
the Hindu was there or still below
stairs. "You must not say such—"
"I suppose you're trying to smooth
It over so that they wont consider
him a brute. Is that it?"
"Hush! Please, please! You know
that my heart a(%eB for you, mon
ami. It was cruel of him. It was cow
ardly, yes, cowardly! Now I have
said it!" She drew herself up and
turned deliberately toward the little
door across the room.
His eyes brightened. The crooked
sneer turned Into an imploring smile.
"Forgive me, Yvonne! You must
see that I'm beside myself. I—I
"But you must be sensible. Re
member he is your father. He is a
strange man. There has been a great
deal of bitterness in his life. "He—"
"But I can't go on the way things
are now. He's getting to be worse
than ever. I never have had a kind
word from him, seldom a word of any
description. Never a kind look. Can't
you understand how it goads me to—"
"I am your friend." she said slowly.
"Is this the way to reward me?"
He dropped to his knees and cov
ered her hands with kisses, mumbling
his plea for forgiveness.
"I am so terribly unhappy," he said
over and over again. "I'd leave this
house tonight if it were not that I
can bear the thought of leaving you,
Yvonne. I adore you. You are every
thing in the world to me. I—"
"Get up!" she cried out sharply. He
lifted his eves in dumb wonder and
adoration, but not in time to catch
the look of triumph that swept across
her face.
"You will forgive me?" he cried,
coming to his feet. "I—I couldn't help
saying it. It was wrong—wrong! But
you will forgive me, Yvonne?"
She turned away, walking slowly
toward the door. He remained rooted
pSffiSS
"We Will Ixaiise Ye* Pvoderio."
to the spot, blushing with shame aad
dismay.
"Where are yoa going? To tell
him?" he gasped.
She waited an Instant, and then
came toward him. He never oovld
have explained tho unaccountable Im
pulse that forced him to fall bach a
tew stops as she approached. Her ayes
steadily lato ha, and her
rod Hpi were parted.
"Vital is II siwmld ho," she was
saytng, lot he was never sure that ho
honrd tho words. His knees grow
tho toOo! How,
u» lnvolun^irUy.
•Mkr Mdlns trom
hot his llpa
Stta
n«o that hod
ngnt abo«to mtsr, so radiant
the sheen of the satin skin.
She moved closer to him, and with
deft fingers applied her tiny lace
handkerchief to bis flushed cheek and
eyes, laughing audibly as she did so
a low gurgle of infinite sweetness and
concern.
He stood like a statue, scarcely
breathing, the veins in his throat
throbbing violently.
"There!" she said, and deliberately
touched thr mouchoir to her own smil
ing lips, before replacing It in her
bodice, next to the warm, soft skin. "I
have been thinking, Frederic," she
said, suddenly serious. "Perhaps it
would be better if we were not alone
when the others came up. Go at once
and fetch the two old men. Tell them
I expect them here to witness the
It appears to be a family
magic
party, so why exclude them? Be
quick!"
He dashed off to obey her command.
She lighted a cigarette at the table,
her unsmiling eyes fixed on the door
of the Hindu's closet. Th( n, with a
little sigh, she sank down on the
broad couch and stretched her supple
body in the ecstasy of complete relax
ation.
The scene at the dinner table had
been most distressing. Up to the in
stant of tho outburst her husband had
been In singularly gay spirits, a cir
cumstance so unusual that the whole
party wondered not a little. If the
others were vaguely puzzled by his
high humor, not to Yvonne. She un
derstood him better than anyone else
in the world she read bis mind as she
would have read an open book. There
was riot, not Joy, in the heart of the
brilliant talker at the head of the
table. He was talking against the sav
agery that strained so hard at its
leashes.
At her right sat Frederic, at her
left the renowned Doctor Hodder.
whose feats at the operating table
were vastly more successful than his
efforts at the dinner table. He was
a very wonderful surgeon, but equally
famous as a bore of the first rank.
Yvonne could not endure him.
Mrs. Desmond and Lydia were there.
This was an excellent opportunity
to entertain them on an occasion of
more or less magnitude.
Frederic, deceived by his father's
sprightly mood, entered rather reck
lessly into the lively discussion. He
seldom took his eyes from the face
of his beautiful stepmother, and many
of bis remarks were uttered sotto
voce for her ear alone. Suddenly
Jamee Brood called out his name in
a sharp, commanding tone. Frederic,
at the moment, engaged in a low ex
change of words with Yvonne, did not
hear him. Brood spoke again, loudly,
harshly. There was dead silence at
the table.
"We will excuse you. Frederic," said
he. a deadly calm ia his voice. The
puzzled expression in the young man's
face slowly gave way to a steady glare
of fury. He could not trust himself
to speak. "I regret exceedingly that
you cannot take wine in moderation.
A breath of fresh air will be of benefit
to you. You may join ua upstairs later
on."
"I haven't drunk a full glass of
champagne," begun the young man in
amazed protest.
Brood smiled indulgently, but there
was a sinister gleam in his gray eyes.
"I think you would better take my
advice," he said, levelly.
Frederic went deathly pale. "Very
well, sir," he said in a low, suppressed
voice. Without another word he got
up from the table and walked out
of the room.
He spoke the truth later on when
he told Yvonne he could not under
stand. But she understood. She!
knew that James Brood had endured I
the situation as long as it was in his
power to endure, and she knew that it i
was her fault entirely that poor Fred
eric had been exposed to this crown
ing bit cf humiliation.
As she sat in the dim study await
ing her stepson's reappearance with
the two old men. her active, far-seeing
mind was striving to estimate the cost
of that tragic clash. Not the cost to
herself or to Frederic, but to Jamee
Brood!
The Messrs. Dawes and Rlggs, inor
dinately pleased over their rehabilita
tion, were barely through delivering
themselves of their protestations of
undying fealty, when the sound of
voices came up from the lower halt
Frederic started to leave the room,
not caring to face those who had wit
nessed his unmerited degradation.
Yvonne hurried to bis side.
"Where are you going?" she cried,
sharply.
He stared at her In wonder. "You
cannot expect qae to stay here—"
"But certainly," she exclaimed.
"Listen! I will tell you what to do."
Her voice sank to an Imperative whis
per. He listened In sheer amazement,
bis face growing dart with rebellion
as she proceeded to unfold her
for a present victory over his father.
"No, no! I cant do that! Never,
Yvonne," he protested.
"For my saheC Freddy. Dont forget
that you owe something to me. I
command you to do as I tell you. It
is the only way. Make haste! Open
tho window. Get tho breath of air
he prescribed. And when they are
all here, apologise tor yew condition!**
When Doctor Hodder and Mrs. Gun
ning entered the foooi a few minutes
nsdtngtn the
In tti
air, and she %aa hMthety
the feW4i oM
mm
with ac-
li ofcfct! Aa
wife. Miss CoMoweit. tie toon la the
situation at a glance. Was it relief
that sprang into his eyes as he saw
the two old men?
Frederic came dowt* from the win
dow, somewhat too Bwifily for one who
is moved by shaijie and contrition, and
faced the group with a well-assumed
look of mortification In his pale,
twitching face. He spoke in low, re
pressed tones, but not once did he
permit his gare to encounter that of
his father.
"Ini awfully sorry to have made a
nuisance of myself. It does go to my
head and I—I dare say the heat of
the room helped to do the work. I'm
all right now, however. The fresh air
did me a lot of good. Hope you'll
overlook my foolish attempt to be a
devil of a fellow." He hesitated a mo-
mpnt
and then went on, more clearly.
"I'm all right now, father. It shall not
happen again, I can promise you
that." A close observer might have
seen the muscles of his jaw harden
as he uttered the final sentence. He
intended that his father should take
it as a threat, not as an apology.
Brood was watching him closely, a
puzzled expression in his eyes gradu
ally it developed into something like
admiration. In the clamor of voices
that ensued the older man detected
the presence of an underlying note of
censure for his own behavior. For the
first
tim®
,n
many years he experi-
enced a feeling of shame.
Someone was speaking at his
elbow. Janey Followell. in her young,
enthusiastic voice, shrilled something
UL
He Was Getting Hit Few Things To
gether in His Room.
into Me ear that caused him to look
at her in utter amazement, it was so
astounding that he could not believe
he heard aright. He mumbled in a
questioning tone, "I beg your pardon?"
and she repeated her remark.*
"How wonderfully like you Frederic
Is, Mr. Brood." Then she added: "Do
you know, I've never noticed It until
tonight. It's really remarkable."
"It is a most gratifying discovery,"
said he, and turned to speak to Mrs.
Desmond.' He did not take his gaze
from Frederic's white, set face, how
ever! and. despite the fact that he
knev,- the girl had uttered an idle com
monplace, he was annoyed to find
himself studying the features of Ma
tilde's boy with an interest that
seemed almoet laughable when he con
sidered it later on.
His guests found much to talk about
in the room. He was soon being
dragged from one object to another
and crd red to reveal the history, the
use and the nature of countless things
that obviously were intended to be
Just what they seemed such as rugs,
shields, lamps, and so forth. He was
ably asisted by Messrs. Riggs and
Dawes, who lied prodigiously in a
frenzy of rivalry.
"What a perfectly delightful Bud
dha," cried Miss Janey, stopping in
front of the idoL "How perfectly
lovely he is—or is it a she, Mr.
Brood?"
Frederic Joined Lydia at the table.
"A delicious scene, wasn't it?" he
asked, bitterly, in lowered tones.
Her fingers touched his. "What did
he mean, Freddy? Oh, I felt so sorry
for you. It was dreadful."
"Don't take it so seriously, Lyddy,"
be said, squeezing ber hand gently.
Both of them realized that It was the
nearest thing to a caress that had
passed between them In a fortnight
or longer. A wave of shame swept
through him. "Dear old girl, my dear
old girl," be whispered brokenly.
Her eyes radiated Joy, her Hps part
ed in a wan, tremulous smile of sur
prise. and a soft sigh escaped tbsm
"My dear, dear boy," she murmurod,
and was happier than she had been In
weeks.
"See here, old chap," said one of the
middle-aged gentlemen, again consult
ing his watch as he loudly addressed
his host, "cant you hurry this per
formance of yours along a bit? It la
after ten. you know."
"I will summon the mngician,*
Brood. "Be prepered, ladies and gen
tlemen, to meet the devil. Ranjab Is
the prince of dnrkness."
He lifted his hand to strike tfce
gong that Mood near the edge of the
table.
Involuntarily four pairs of eyoo fas
thefcr gaze upon the door Ip the
^Three meUow. Ooftlv
He came swiftly Into the room from
the hall, and not from his closet The
look of relief In Yvonne's eyes wos
short-lived. She snw amazement is
the faces of the two old men—and
knew!
"After we have bad the feats of
magic," Brood was saying, "Miss Des
mond will read to you, ladies and gen
tlemen, that chapter of our journal—"
"My Gawd!" groaned both of the
middle-aged gentlemen, looking at
their watches.
"—relating to—'"
"You'll have to excuse me,
really, you know. Important engage
ment uptown—"
"Sit down, Cruger," exclaimed Hod
der. "The lady won't miss you."
"—relating to our first encounter
with the great and only Ranjab," pur
sued Brood, oracularly. "We found
him in a little village far up in the
mountains. He was under sentence
of death for murder. By the way,
Yvonne, the kris you have in your
hand is the very weapon the good fel
low used in the commission of his
crime. He ^as in prison and was to
die within a fortnight after our arrival
in the town. I beard of his unhappy
plight and all thait had led up to it.
Mis case interested me tremendously.
One night, a week before the proposed
execution, my friends and I stormed
the little prison and rescued him. We
were Just getting over the cholera and
needed excitement. That was fifteen
years ago. He has been my trusted
body servant ever since. I am sure
you will be interested in what I have
written about that thrilling adven
ture."
Yvonne had dropped the ugly knife
upon the table as if it were a thing
that scorched her fingers.
"Did he—really kill a man?" whis
pered Miss Janey, with horror in her
eyes.
"He killed a woman. His wife. Miss
Janey. She had been faithless, you
see. He cut her heart out. And now,
Ranjah, are you ready?"
The Hindu salaamed. "Ranjab Is
always ready, sahib," said be.
CHAPTER IX.
The Sorceress.
The next day, after a sleepless nfrrht,
Frederic announced to his stepmother
that he could no longer remain under
his father's roof. He would find some
thing to do in order to support him
self. It was impossible to go on pre
tending that he loved or respected his
father, and the sooner the farce was
ended the better it would be for both
of them.
She, too, had passed a restless night,
a night filled with waking dreams as
well as those which came in sleep.
There was always an ugly, wriggly
kris in those dreams of hers, and a
brown hand that was forever fascinat
ing her with its uncanny deftness.
Twice in the night she had clutched
her husband's shoulder in the terror
of a dream, and he had soothed her
with the comfort of his strong arms.
She was like a little child "afraid of
the dark."
Her influence alone prevented the
young niau from carrying out his
threat. At first he was as firm as a
rock in his determination. He was
getting his few possessions together
in his room when she tapped on his
door. After a while he abandoned the
task and followed her rather dazedly
to the boudoir, promising to listen to
reason. For an hour she argued and
pleaded with him, and in the end he
ajrreed to give up what she was
pleased to call his preposterous plan.
"Now, that being settled," she said, i
with a sigh of relief, "let us go and i
talk It all over with Lydia."
He started guiltily. "I'd—I'd rather
not, Yvonne," he said. "There's no
use worrying her with the thing now.
As a matter of fact, I'd prefer that
she—er—well, somehow I don't like
the Idea of explaining matters to her."
She was watching him narrowly. "It
has seemed to me of late, Frederic,
that you and Lydia are not quite so—
what shall I say?—so enamored of
each other. What has happened?" she
inquired so innocently, so naively,
that he looked at her in astonishment.
'*1 am sure you fairly live at her house.
You are there nearly every day, and
yet—well, I can feel rather than see
the change in both of you. I hope—"
"I've been behaving like an infernal
sneak, Yvonne," cried he, conscience
stricken. "She's the finest, noblest
girl in all this world, and I've been
treating her shamefully."
"Dear me! In what way, may I
Inquire?"
"Why we used to—oh, but why go
Into all that? It would only amuse
you. You'd laugh at us for silly fools.
But I cant help saying this much—
she doesn't deserve to be treated as
I'm treating her now, Yvonne. It's
hurting ber dreadfully and—"
8he laughed softly. "I'm afraid you
are seeing too much of your poor
stepmother," she said.
His eyes narrowed. "You've made
me over, that's true. You've made all
of us over—the bouse as well. I am
not happy unless I am with you. It
used to make me happy to be with
Lydia—and we were always together.
But I—I don't care now—at least, I
am not unhappy when we are apart
You've done It, Yvonne. You've made
life worth living. You've made me
see everything differently. You—"
8he stood up, facing him. 8he n^
peared to be frightensd.
"Are yoa trying to tell me that
yon are In love with mo?" she do
manded. and there was no tauter
mockery, raillery In her voice.
•he laugned. "I shall pay no Mh
tention to such nonsense. You are aa
honest fool and I don't blame you.
Wiser men than jou have fallen in
love with me, so why not you? I like
you, Freddy, I like you very, very
much. I—"
"You like me because I am hlo
son," he cried hotly.
"If you were not his son I should
despise you," she said deliberately,
cruelly. He winced. "There, now
we've said enough. You must bo
sensible. You will discover that I am
very, very sensible. It is Lydia whom
you love, not I."
"Before heaven, Yvonne, I do love
her. That's what I cannot understaad
about myself." He was pacing the
floor.
"But I understand," she said, qu4
etly. "Now go away, please. And
don't let me hear another word about
leaving your father's house. You are
not to take that step until I command
you to go. Do you understand?"
He stared at her in utter bewilder*
ment for a moment, and slowly nodded
his head. Then he turned toward the
door, shamed and humiliated beyond
words.
As he went swiftly down the stairs
his father came out upon the landing
above and leaned over the railing to
watch his descent. A moment later
Brood was knocking at Yvonne's door.
He did not wait for an Invitation to
enter, but strode into the room with
out ceremony.
She was standing at the window
that opened out upon the little stone
balcony, and had turned swiftly at
the sound of the rapping. Surprise
gave way to an expression of displeas*
ure.
"What has Frederic been saying to
you?" demanded her husband curtly,
after he had closed the door.
A faint sneer came to her lips.
"Nothing, my dear James, that you
would care to know," she said, smol
dering anger in her eyes.
"You mean something that I
shouldn't know," he grated.
"Are you forgetting yourself,
James?" coldly.
He stared at her Incredulously.
"Good Lord! Are you trying to tell
me what I shall do or say—"
She came up to him slowly. "James,
we must both be careful. We mu3t
not quarrel." Her hands grasped the
lapel of his long lounging robe. Thero
was an appealing look in her eyes that
checked tho harsh words even as they
rose to his lips. He found himself
looking into those dark eyes with the
same curious wonder in his own that
had become so common of late. Time
and again he had been puzzled by
something he saw in their liquid
depths, something he could not fathom,
no matter how deeply he probed.
"What is there about you, Yvonne,
that hurts me—yes, actually hurts me
—when you look at me as you're look
ing now?" he cried, almost roughly.
"There is something in your eyes
there are times when you seem to be
looking at me through eyes that are
not your own. It's—It's quite un
canny. If you—"
"I assure you my eyes aro all my
own," she cried, flippantly, and yet
there was a slight trace of nervous
ness In her manner. "Do you intend
Have Advised Him
Time."
Bide
to be nice and good and reasonable,
James? I mean about poor Frederic?"
His face clouded sgain. "Do you
know what you are doing to the boy?"
he asked bluntly.
"Quite as well as I know what you
are doing to him." she replied quickly.
He stiffened. "Cant you see what It
is coming to?"
"Yes. He was on the point of leaving
your bouse, never to come back to it
again. That's what it Is coming to,"
she said, lively.
"Why—why, he'd starve!' cried tho
man, shaken in spite of himself. "Ho
has never done a day's labor, ho
doesn't know how to earn a living,
"And who Is to Mame? You, Jama,
you! You have tied his hands, aad
have penned him np In—"
"We win not go Into that," ho fhter
rupted coldly.
"Vwry well. I have adtlosd hi*
bide hia time,"
(TO mtiJOKtiHuia)
^*0
Whea a
nttaJnit

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