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The Wingham Times, 1913-05-29, Page 7I til+� 1NU1lAM.. TIMES, 31AY 2 1913 THF. LION AN THE MOUSE. By CHARLES KLEIN. d Story of llmerican Life Novelized From the Play by ARTHUR HORNBLOW. COPYRIGHT, 1906, BY G. W. DILLINGHAM COMPANY. •Blake. Airs. Rossmore's astonishment on seeing her sister was almost com- ical. "Mill 3•!" site exclaimed. They embraced first and explained afterward. Then Shirley got out and was in her mother's arms. "Where's father?" was Shirley's first . question. „ "There—he's coming!" The judge, unable to restrain his ini- , patience longer, ran down from the porch toward the gate, Shirley, with n cry of mingled grief and joy, precip- itated ilerseif'on his breast, "Father, father," she cried between her sobs, "what have they done to you?" "There, there, my child! Everything will be well --everything will be well!" Her head lay on his shoulder, and he str':ke:1 her hair IN ith his Iiancl, unable to speak from pent up emotion. Mrs. Rossmore could not recover from her stupefaction on seeing her sister. Mrs. Plake explained that she Ilad come chiefly for the benefit of the voyage and announced her intention of returning 00 the scone steamer. "So, you see, I shall bother you only a few days.." she said. "You'll stay just as long as you wish," rejoined Mrs, Rossmore. "Hap- pily we have just one bedroom left" Then, turning to Eudoxia, who was wrestling with the baggage, which formed 0 miniature Matterhorn on the -.sidewalk, she gave instructions: "Eudoxia, you'll take this lady's bag- gage to the small bedroom adjoining Miss Shirley's. She is going to stop with us for u few days." Taken completely aback at the news • of this new additiou, Eudoxia looked .at first defiance. She seemed on the point of handing In her resiguation there and thou. But evidently she thought better of it, for, taking a cue from Mrs. Rossmore, she asked in the 'sarcastic manner of her mistress: `Ebur is it now, nem?,I suppose the • eonstitootion of the United States al- lows a I';unily to be as big as one likes to make it. It's hard on us girls, but if it's the law, it's all right, m'rn. The more the merrier!" With which Lroad- side she hung the bars all over heri.elt • and staggered off to the house. Stott explained that the larger pieces • and the trunks would come later by ex- press. Airs. Rossmore took him aside while Mrs. Blake joined Shirley and the judge. "Did you tell Shirley?" asked Mrs. :Rossmore. "flow did she take it?" M'She knows everything," answered ott, "and takes it very sensibly. We Shall find her of great moral assistance In our coming fight in the senate," he added confidently. Ito be left alone with Shirley, Mrs. Realizing that the judge would like I Rossmore invited Mrs. Blake to go up. Stairs and see the room she would lave. while Stott said he would be glad of n washup. When they had gone Shirley sidled up to her father in her old familiar way. "I've just been lonrire to See you, :'father," she said. She turned to get .0 good look at him, and, noticing the ;lines of care which had deepened dur- ing her. absence, she cried; "Why, ht>tw you've changed! I can scarcely be- • Zieve it's you. Say something. Let , me hear the sound of your voice, fa - Thr a judge tried to smile. "Why, my dear girl, I"— Shirley threw her arms round Lis neck. "Ah, yes, now I know it's .you," she cried. "Of course it is, Shirley, my dear 1girl. Of course It is. Who else would iit be?" "Yes, but it •isn't the same," insisted Shirley. "There is no ring to . your 'Wee. It sounds hollow and empty, !kC an echo. And oris Plage," phe• add- ed. dolefully, "this awful place"— She glanced around at the cracked eelitngs, the cheaply ,papee;±ed,w* , tbe shabby furniture, and her heart sank ?he realized the extent of their mis- tune. •l3pe ;sad SPe ib.ACk prepared tur;the worst; to help win the fight for Jeer fatbeete honor, .hitt to have to $ pggte against sordid poverty as well, to endure that humiliation in additigla tto disgrace --ah, that was Something I e had not anticipated! She Changed, :noiror, and istr vette ttttltiea'ed• jier fa - had b.cn deeely watching for t such signs, estd be maul ,her tights. ''It's the beat we eau afford, Shirley," lite said quietly. eIlie WOW has .beta el nplete. I will tell you everything. lrou stall judge for yourself. $iy. elute Wes have done for ate at last:" "Your enemies?' cried Shirie? eager- ly. -Tell me wbo. tho *Mars I MiltY go to them." "Yea, dray, you abaci :laaweirr •tentfe- • •ttaing, but,a t now. You are tared after !yittsr Jami jea;r'. Tr.00rrOW iaianeelnle t and 1 will eL$sln everything." cry ,wetl, fat $ , as 'Tint "'i.►+wbir" y geart1y. " "After atI she Shlrie sniffed in ata effort to appeal elreertal, 'Nehat matter where we til se bahg other?' Iwo etch jl to drew Assay to hide iser,teaxe Mad liekthe ramal on pretense fie inspecting 4hAtafet+ee• filrle-looked Into the dialog ivork.00d. MOO, Mild, Orkee the ct:P- `hoards, and When she returned there items Ise visible sigma of thimble in fret face. "It's a cute little house, isn't It?" she said. "I've always wanted a little Iourselves. like this all to aurae ves. O h if you only knew how tired I am. of New York and its great ugly houses, its retinue of servants and its domestic and social responsibilities! We shall be able to live for ourselves uow, eb, father?" e She spoke with a forced gayety that might have deceived any one but the judge. He understood the motive of her sudden change in manner, and silently be blessed her for making his burden lighter. "Yes, dear, it's not bad," he said, "!}Here's not much room, though." "There's quite enough," she insisted. "Let me see." She began to count on her fingers. "Upstairs, three rooms, eh, and above that three more"— "No," smiled the judge; "then comes the roof." "Of course," she laughed; "how stu- pid of me —a nice gable roof, a sloping roof that the rain runs off beautifully, 011, I can see that this is going to be awfully jolly—just like camping out. You know how I love camping out. And you have a piano too." She went over to the corner where stood one of those homely instruments which hardly deserve to be dignified by the name piano, with a cheap, gaudily painted case outside and a tin pan effect inside, and which are usual- ly to be found in the poorer class of country boarding houses. Shirley sat down and ran her fingers over the keys, determined to like everything. "It's a little old," was her comment, "but I like these zither effects. It's just like the sixteenth century spinet I can see you and mother dancing a stately minuet," she smiled. "What's that about mother dancing?" demanded Mrs. Rossmore, who at that instant entered the room. Shirley arose and appealed to her: "Isn't it absurd, mother, when you come to think of it, that anybody should accuse Tattler of being corrupt and of having forfeited the right to be judge? Isn't it still more absurd that we should be helpless and dejected and unhappy because we are on Long Is - laud instead of Madison avenue? Why should Manhattan Island be a happier spot than Long Island? Why shouldn't we be happy anywhere? We have each other, and we do need each oth- er. We never knew how much till to- day. did we? We must stand by each other now. Father is going to clear.his name of this preposterous charge, and we're going to help him, aren't we. mother? We're not helpless just be- cause we are women. We're going to work, mother and I." "Work?" echoed Mrs. Rossmore, somewhat scandaliled. "Work," repeated Shirley very de- cisively. The judge interfered. He would not .hear of it, "You work, Shirley? Impossible!" "Why not? My book has been sell- ing well while I was abroad. I shall probably write ethers? Thep I shall write, too, for the newspapers and magazines. It;Wiil add to our ineome." "Your book, 'Tile American Octopus,' is selling welt?' inquired the judge, in- terested. "So well," replied Shirley, "that the publishers wrote me in Paris that the• fourth edition was now on the press. That means good .royalties. I shall soon be a fashionable author. The publishers will be after me for more books, and we'll have all the' money we want. Oh, it is so delightful, this novel sensation of a literary success!" she exclaimed with glee. "Aren't yon proud of me. dad?' The judge smiled indulgently. Of course he was glad and' proud. Ile al- ways knew his Shirley was a clever girl. But by what strange fatality, he thoureet to himself, had his daughter in this book of hers assailed the very man who had encompassed his own ruin? It seemed like the retribution of iheaven. Neither his daughter nor the finaneier wits Conscious of the fact that each was ' indirectly connected with tate unpeachment proceedings. Ryder could not dream that "Shirley (ween." the author of the book which flayed him so urercilesely, was the daughter of the man he was trying to Brush. ' Shirley, on the other hand. was still unaware of the fact that it was Ryder who had lured her father to his ruin, When nt Inst sale e:ou!d lock herself in her reign where no eye could see her. Shirley threw herself down on the bed stud burst into a torrent of tears. She had kept up appearances as long as it `vas •passible, but n w the reac- tion bad set in. She gavg* way freely to her pent up feelings; she felt that realms she could relieve herself in this way her heart would break. She had been brave uaatif - now, she bed been ' rt•t}lin and see beer ere n to g lea sarong everything, but elle could not keep it up forever. Stott's words to her on the dock had in part prepared her for the worat; he bad told her what to ex- pect at home, but the realization was se much more yield. Then to have come to tills all in the brief space of a few taoatha! It was incredible, ter+ bie, beam rending! And what of the firthtne? Vest was te•be done to save lier father from this Impeachment nloehanical genius of its people. It which she l:new well would hurry him was the plain 1lmericau citizen who to his grave? IIe could not survive ' had made the greatness of America; that humiliation, that degradation. He 1 not the millionaires who, forming a must be saved in the senate, but how cities by themselves of unscrupulous —how? ? capitalists, bad created an arrogant l,he dried her eyes and began to oligarchy which sought to rule the think.. Surely bei' woman's wit would country by corrupting the legislature fluid some way. She thought of Jeffer- and the judiciary. Tho plutocrats -- son. Would he come to Massapequa? ' theee were the leeches, the sores In the It was hardly probable. IIe would ; !icily politic. An organized band of Certainly learn of the change In their robbers, they Nuel suceeeded in domi- eireumstnuces, and ills sense of deli- nating legislation and in securing con- eaey would naturally keep liim away tro! of every branch of the nation's In- dustry, crushing mercilessly and ille- gally 0:1 competition. Jefferson turned abruptly and went up the wide steps of an imposing white marble edifice which took up the space of half a city block. A fine example of French renaissance architecture, with spire roofs, round turrets anal mullioned windows dominating the neighboring houses, this magnificent house of the plutocrat, with its fur- nishings and art treasures, had cost Jahn Burkett Ryder nearly $10,000,000. It was one of the show places of the t:iwn, and when the "rubberneck ',revile approached the Ryder man - and the rickety chairs In the tiny bed- siou and the guides through their meg room and the cheap prints on the walls :lpirones expatiated in awestricken seemed to gibe at lier in her misery. tones oil its external and hidden beau - !lee. there was a general craning of vertebrae among the "seeing New Parkers" to catch a glimpse of the abode of the richest man in the world. Only a few privileged ones were ever I'rrulitted to penetrate to the interior of this $10,000,000 home. Ryder was fiat fond of company; he avoided grangers and lived in continual appre- lR union of the subpoena server. Not that lie feared the law, only he usually found it inconvenient to answer ques- tions in court under oath. The explicit in,truc•tious to the servants, therefore, -ewe to admit no one under any pre- text whatever unless the visitor had leen improved by the Hon. Fitzroy Bagley, Mr. Ryder's aristocratic pri- for some time even if other considera- tions loss uuselfi 11 did not. Perhaps he would be attracted 10 seine other girl he would like as well and who was not burdened with a tragedy in her family. Ilee tears began to flow afresh until she hated herself for being so weak whilet here was work to be done to save her father. She loved Jeffer- son. Yes, she had never felt so sure of it as uow. She felt that if she had hila there at that moment she would throw herself In his arms, crying: "Take me, Jefferson—take me away— where you will—for I love you! I love you!" But Jefferson was not there, Suddenly she thought of Jefferson's promise to interest his father in their case, and site clutched at the hope this promise held out as a drowning man clutches at a drifting straw. Jef- ferson would not forget his promise, and he would come to Massapequa to tell her of what he had done. She was sure of that. Perhaps, after a11, there was where their hope lay. Why had she not told her father at once? It might have relieved his mind. John Burkett Ryder, the Colossus, the man of unlimited power! He could save her father, and be would. And the more she thought about it the more cheerful and more hopeful she became, and she started to dress quickly, so t• .ce secreta? and to facilitate this that she might burry down to tell her y, father the good. news. She was actual- i'1'clilninary inspection there had been ly sorry now that she had said so many j i:lstallecl between the library upstairs hard things of Mr. Ryder in her book, ;:ltd the front door one of those lugen- and she was worrying over the thought taus electric writing devices, such as that her father's case might be serious- I are used in bauks, on which a name is ly prejudiced if the identity of the author were ever revealed, when there came a knock at her door. It was Eudoxia. "Please, miss, will you come down to lunch?" CHAPTER VIII. AWHIRLING maelstrom of hu- man activity and dynamic en - ergy—the city which above all others is characteristic of the genius and virility of the American people—New York, with its congested polyglot population and teeming mil- lions, is assuredly one of the busiest, as it is one of the most strenuous and most noisy places on earth. Yet, de- spite its swarming streets .and crowd- ed shops, ceaselessly thronged with men and women eagerly hurrying here and there in the pursuit of business or elusive pleasure, all chattering, laugh- ing, shouting amid the deafening, mul- tisonous roar .of traffic incidental to Gotham's daily life, there is one part of the great metropolis where there 1s no bustle, no noise, no crowd, where the streets are empty even hi daytime, where a passerby is a curiosity and a child a phenomenon. This deserted village in the very heart of the big town is the millionaires' district, the boundaries of which are marked by Carnegie hill on the north, Fiftieth street on the south, and by Fifth and Madison avenues respectively on the 'west and east. There is nothing more mournful than the outward aspect of these princely residences which, aban- doned and empty for three-quarters of the year, stand in stately loneliness, as if ashamed of their isolation and utter uselessness. Thdir blinds drawn, af- fording no hint of life within, envel- oped the greater part of the time in the stillness and silence of the tomb, they appear to be under the spell of some baneful curse. No merry voiced children romp in their carefully railed off gardens, no sounds of conversation or laughter come from their hermetic- ally closed windows, not a soul goes in or out; at most, at rare intervals, does one .catch a glimpse of a gorge- ously arrayed servant gliding about in ghostly fashion, supercilious and suspi- cious and addressing the chance visitor in awed whispers as though he were the guardian of a house of affliction. , It is, indeed, like a city of the dead. So it appeared to Jefferson as be I walked up Fifth avenue, bound for the Ryder residence, the day following his arrival from Europe. Although he still lived at his father's house, for at no time bad there been an open rupture, he often slept in his studio, finding it . more convenient for his work, and 1 there be had gone straight from the ship. He felt, Lgwever, that it was his . duty to see his mother as soon as pos- sible; besides be was anxious to fulfill his promise to Shirley .and find what his father .cOuid do to -help Judge Ross- ! more. Ile had talked about the case wits several men the previous evening at the club, and the general • impression seemed to be that, guilty of innocent, t the judge weeld he &riven .14C tbe i bench c 1 Europe, thought Jefferson as be strode quickly along, pointed with en- vy to America's unparalleled prosper - hi, spoke with bated breath ,Of ber great fortunes. /hither abould they Say bed gigantic ttob'tferles, ber cobesai + As a .nation we were act 1 proud of our multimillionaires. How Many of them would bear the search- . bight et ibirebtdgation? W9mtid-his own ,fetbir? - flew Mary elnlldna cotild olaa ;rat; la make hV benefit methodist Allier - int Was *cling tdCld:¢rd' perity not because of her mi111Msairea; but in spite of them. The United that** awed its With tank In the hunt/7 of nations to the couatrir'a vast nates rai resources, Ito iaexhaustlhle rriity,ito great IdemtlANde" the twipstri I lta,>tily scribbled, instantly transmitted elsewhere, iiumediately answered and the visitor promptly admitted or as ;uickly shown the door. Jefferson did not have to ring at the Paternal portal. The sentinel within was at his post. No one could approach that door without being seen and his arrival and appearance being signaled upstairs. But the great man's son headed the list of the privileged ones, :to without ado the smartly dressed flunkey opened wide the doors, and Jefferson was under his father's roof. "Is my father in?" he demanded of Ilie man. "No, sir," was the respectful answer. •'Mr. Ryder has gone out driving, but Ir. Bagley is upstairs." Then after a brief pause he added, "Mrs. Ryder is in too." Jefferson went up the grand staircase hung on either side with fine old por- traits and rare tapestries, his feet sink- ing deep in the rich velvet carpet. On the first landing was a piece of sculp- tured marble of inestimable worth, seen in the soft warm light that sifted through a great pictorial stained glass window overhead, the subject repre- ,:eating Ajax and Ulysses contending for the armor of Achilles. To the left of this, at the top of another flight leading to the library, was hung a fine full length portrait of John Burkett Ryder. The ceilings here as in the lower hall were richly gilt and adorned with paintings by famous modern art- ists. When he reached this floor Jef- ferson was about to turn to the right :1nc1 proceed direct to his mother's snit when he heard a voice near the library door. It was Mr. Bagley giving in- structions to the butler. The IIon. Fitzroy Bagley, a younger son of a British peer, had left his eountry for his country's good, and In order to turn an honest penny, which he had never succeeded in doing at home, lie had entered the service of •sincriea's foremost financier, hoping to gather a few of the crumbs that fell from the rich man's table and disguis- lug the menial nature of his position under the high sounding title of pri- vate secretary. His job called for a spy and ct toady, and he filled these re- quirements admirably. Excepting with his employer, of whom he stood In i.raven fear, his manner was conde- scendingly patronizing to all with whom he came in contact, as if he were anxious to Impress on theee American plebeians the signal houor which a Fitzroy, son of a British peer, did them in deigning to remain in their "blarsted" country. In Mr. Ryder's absence, therefore, he ran the house to suit himself, bullying the servants and not infrequently issuing orders that were contradictory to those al- ready given by Mrs. Ryder. Jefferson could not bear the sight of him. In fact, it was this man's „con- tinual presence in the house that had driven him to seek refuge elsewhere. He believed him to be a scoundrel as he certainly was a cad. Nor was his estimate of the ilieglish secretary far wrong. The man, like his master, was a grafter, and the particular graft he was after now was either to make a marriage with a rOeh American girl or to so compromise her that the same end Would be attained. He was slite'wd enough to realize that he had little chance to get what he wanted in the open matrimonial market, so he deter- mined to attempt a raid and carry off an heiress under her father's nose, and select- ed had 9C o C15 C lar )rob s particular 1 P ed was that of his employer's friend, Senator Roberts. The senator and Miss Roberts Were frequently nt the Ryder house, and in course of time the arlatoeratid secretary and the daugh- ter had become quite intimate. A flighty gill, with 110 other purpose in life beyond dreas nnd ttntuse!nent and having what she termed "a goal time," Kate thought It excellent pastime to flirt with Mr. Bagley, and when she Recovered that he was serious fu lila ttteutione see felt flattered rather than ucli nant. ,efter all, she ai'; lel, he tvas o1' noble birth. If his two broth- ers died., he would be peer of Englmul. Ind she had enough motley for both. IIe might not make a bad 11n band. Ilut she was car.'fnl to keep her own c•otal::el and not let ber father have my stetpieion 0' t: bat was ;;=1i1ig 0n. ii!1e knetvttllat 1118 hc:crt was set o11 ler rimming Jeff:^r oa Ryder, and slip :new better than any one how 1mpo 1- silrie that dream was. She herself Eked leffomn quite enough to marry Idm. but if his eyes- were turned i1, Another direction—and 1.110 knew all n!iout his attentions to Mist Rossmore---::be was a ut going to break her heart about it. i':) she continued to flirt secretly with rive 0 Fitaray while she still lad t111' .1,. Hon. , h;rders and her own father to thin.: that she w:t`.: interested in Jefferson. "Jnrbin'," Mr. Iia;;1hy was Pitying to the butler, "Mr. Ryder will occupy the library on 11i:; return, See that he is not disturbed" "Very good, sir." The butler bowed and went c1o,Ivnstairs. 'i'!te secretary looked 1:p and saw Jefferson. Ills face reddened, and his manner grew nerv- 0rR. ' 110110! Back from Europe, Jeffer- son? Ilow jolly! Your mother will be delighted. Site's in her room upstairs." Declining to take the hint and gath- ering from Bagley's embarrassed man- ner that he wanted to get rid of him Jefferson lingetad purposely. When the butler had disappeared, he said: "This House is getting more and more like a barracks every day. You've got men all over the place. One can't move a step without falling over one." Mr. Bagley drew himself up stiffly, as he always did when assuming an air of authority. "Your father's persouality demands the utmost precaution," he replied "We cannot leave the life of the rich- est and most powerful t.nancier in the world at the mercy of the rabble." "What rabble?" inquired Jefferson, amused. "The common rabble, the lower class, the riff -rail," explained Mr. Bagley. "Pshaw!" laughed Jefferson. "If our financiers were only half as respecta- ble as the common rabble, as you call them, they would need no bars to their houses." Mr. Bagley sneered and shrugged his ehoulders. "Your father has warned me against your socialistic views." Then, with a lofty air, he ad.'.ed; "For four years I ;vas third groom of the bedchamber to the second son of I.ngland's queen. I know my responsibilities." "But you arc not groom of the bed- chamber here," retorted Jefferson. "Whatever I am," said Mr. Bagley haughtily, "I am answerable to your father alone." "By the way, Begley," asked Jeffer- son, "vvhen do you except father to re- turn? I want to see him." "I'm afraid it's quite impossible," an- swered the secretary with studied in- solence. "He has three important peo- ple to see before dinner. There's the national Republican committee and Sergeant Ellison of the secret service from Washington, all here by appoint- ment. It's quite impossible." "I didn't ask you if it were possible. I said I wanted to see him. and I will see him," answered Jefferson quietly but firmly and in a tone and manner which diel not admit of further opposi- tion. "I'll go and leave word for him on his desk," he added. IIe started to enter the library when the secretary, who was visibly per- turbed, attempted to bar his way. "There's some one in there," he said in an undertone. "Someone waiting for your father." "Is there?" replied Jefferson coolly. "I'll see who it is," with which he brushed past Mr. Bagley and entered the library. He had guessed aright. A woman was there. It was Kate Roberts. "Hello, Kate! How are you?" Jef- Person decided to say nothing of the, interrupted tete-a-tete, but mentally he resolved to spoil Mr. Bagley's game and save Kate from her own folly. On hearing his voice Kate turned amt. gave a little cry of genuine suryrise. "Why, is it you. Jets? I thought you were in Europe." "I returned yesterday," he replied somewhat curtly. He crossed over to nis father's desk, where he sat down to scribble a few words, while Mr• Bag- ley, who had followed him in, scowl- ing, was making frantic dumb signs to Kate. "I fear I intrude here," said Jetrer- son pointedly. "011, dear no, not at all," replied Kate in some confusion. "I was wait- ing for my father. How is Paris?" she asked, "Lovely as ever," he answered. • "Did you have a good time?" she la- quired. "I enjoyed it immensely. I never had a better one." lou probably were in • ood• tom- S P 6 parry," she said sil;+nfEcaicstly. Then she added: "I believe Miss Itosscmore was In Paris." "Yes, I think Abe was there," *as bit noncommittal answer. To change the coit'rti ition, Which. was becoming decidedly personal, be picked up It ,b'aok that Was lying n his h fater's desk and glanckd at theotitle. 1 t .was "The A tnerican oetopes." "if you'll excuse tne,• 171 go and pay my filial respects upalatlfy,"" Mid Jef- ferson. "I'll itee.yott Ulan." Ile gave Kate a friendly nod, and without even glancing at 1dr. Bagley lett the Mem. The couple stood in silence for a fed moments after he ditapueiadt. 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The Children's Panacea—The Mother's Friend. 4 GENUINE CASTORIA ALWAYS Bears the Signature of • she find You Have Always fought In Use For Over 30 Years THE CENTAUR COMPANY, 7T MURRAY STREET. NEW YORK CITY. t "I fear I intrude here." his retreating footsteps. When she was sure that he was out of earshot she turned on Mr. Bagley indignantly. "You see what you expose me to. Jefferson thinks this was a rendez- vous." "Well, it was to a certain extent," re- plied the secretary unabashed. "Didn't you ask me to see you here?" "Yes," said Kate, taking a letter from her bosom; "I wauted to ask you what this means?" "My dear Miss Roberts—Kate-1"— statnmered the secretary. "Flow dare yon address me in this manner when you know- I and Mr. Ryder are engaged?" No one knew better that Kate that this was not true, but she said it part- ly out of vanity, partly out of a desire to draw out this Englishman who made such bold love to her, "Miss Roberts," replied Mr. Bagley loftily, "in that note I expressed my admiration—my love for you. Your en- gagement to Mr. Jefferson Ryder is, to say the least, 0 most uncertain fact" There was a tinge of sarcasm in his voice that did not escape Kate. "You must sot judge from appear- ances," she answered, trying to keep up the outward show of indignation which inwardly she did not feel. "Jeff• and I may hide a passion that burns like a volcano. :.11 lovers are not demonstrative, you know." The absurdity of this description as applied to her relations with Jefferson appealed to her as so comical that she burst into laughter, in which the sec- retary joined. "Then why did you remain here with me -when the senator went out with Mr. Ryder, senior?" he demanded. "Sb tell you that I cannot listen to your nonsense any° longer," retorted the chI- "Wlaatt' he cried incredulously. "You remain here to fell me that you cannot listen to me when you could earthly have avoided listening to me withoat telling me so! Kate, your oald- tad* is not convincing" "Yea meas you think I want to listen to your she demanded. "I di," he p.e+►ei+ed, stepping 'for- ward as tf to take -her IA kit arras. `bit BegMt' aide exclainised. recoil- Ing. "d week ago," be Pte. "you called me F`iteroyonce in • sat out- burst et confidence you called m. Fitz.• "You hadn't asked me to marry yottt theta," she laughed mocklagty. Thee. awaytoward the door,she edging waved her band at him•playfully and Paid teasingly: "Good by, Mr. Bagley. I am golete epetairs to Mrs. Ryder. '1 w111 await my tether's return in ber room. I think I shall be tater." He ran forward to intercept her, but she was too quick for him. The door { slammed in his face, and she was gone. Meantime Jefferson had proceeded npstairs, passing through long and luxuriously carpeted corridors with paneled frescoed walls and hung with grand old tapestries and splendid paint- ings, until he came to his mother's room. Ile knocked. "Come in!" called out the familiar voice. He entered. Mrs. Ryder was busy at her escritoire looking over a mass of household accounts. "Hello, mother! How's father?" he cried, running up and hugging her in his boyish, impulsive way. Jefferson had always been devoted to his mother, and, while be deplored her weakness in permitting herself to be so completely under the domination of his father, she: had always found him an affectionate and loving son. Mrs. Ryder sighed while she looked • her son over proudly. In• her heart she I was glad Jefferson had turned out as 1 he had. Her boy certainly would never 1 be a financier to be attacked in maga- zines and hooks. Answering his quer- I tion, she said: "Your father is as well as those busy- bodies in the newspapers will let him be. He's considerably worried just now over that new book, 'The Ameri- can Octopus.' How dare they make t him out such a monster? He's no worse than other successful men. He"a richer, that's all, and it makes them jealous. He's out driving now with Senator Roberts. Kate is somewhere in the house—in the library, I think." "Yes, I found her there," replied Jefferson dryly. "She was with that cad, Bagley. When is father going to find that fellow out?" ens. Jefferson," protested bis moth-' (To be continued.) 1 CITY CIRCULATION! AGENT 1 Of, Leading Montreal Daily Lacers's GIN PILLS IVR long years of suffering f:otn Iadney'I'rouh.a— , tv o boxes of GIN 1 PILLS -- and it's , all gone. 'Mathes been t lie experience of Mr. Eugene Oaesncl, Chit t City Circulatio•t Agent I of La Petrie, of t Montreal. 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