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Sir Stephen closed the door after hirer,
hen went back tothe room and stood
loaning down at Falconer who leant
back in his chair with .his cigarin his
mouth and eyed Sir Stephen tinder half-
closed lids with an expression which had
Something of mastery and power in it:
Sir Stephen bit at the end of his mous
tache, his thick black brows lowered, as
if he scarcely knew .how to begin the
"chat," . and Falconer. waited, without
any offer. of assistance, At last Sir
Stephen said:
" i ou asked me outside just now Fal;
cozier, if it was to be 'friend or 'foe?'
Inn thinking the question ought to .coxae
from me."
"Yes," assented Falconer, his eyes
growing still narrower. "Yes, I suppose
it ought."..
"Would .your answer have been the
same as mine—'Friends' ?" asked Sir
Stephen in a low voice.
Falconer was silent for a moment,
then he said:
It oughtn't to have been, • If ever a
Man had cause to regard another as an
enemy, I've had cause to regard you as
one, Orme."
Sir Stephen flushed, then went pate
again,
"There is no use in raking up the
past," he muttered.
• "Ob, I've no need to rake it up; it's
here right enough, without raking," re-
torted Falconer and he touched his
breast with.his thick forefinger, "I'm
not likely to forget the trick you played
me; not likely to forget the man who
turned on me and robbed me'—
Robbed!" echoed Sir .Stephen, with a
dark frown.
Falconer turned'his cigar in his mouth
aucl bit at it.
"Yes, robbed. You seem to have for-
. gotten: my memory is a better one than
yours, and I'm not likely to forget the
day I tramped back to the claim in that
God -forsaken Australian hole to find
that you'd discovered the gold while I'd
been on the trail to raise food and money
—discovered it and sold out—and clear-
ed out:"
His eyes flashed redly and his mouth
twitched as his teeth almost met in the
choice Havana.
Sir Stephen threw out his hand.
I heard you were dead," he said,
hoarsely. "I heard that you had died in
a street row—in Melbourne."
Falconer's heavy face was distorted
by a sneer.
"Yes? Of course, I don't believe you:
who would?"
As Heaven is my witness—!" ex-
elSimed Sir Stephen; but Falconer went
on:
"You didn't wait to see if it were true
Or not: you cleared out before I'd time
9:o get back, and you took precious good
care not to snake inquiries. No; directly,
your partner's back was turned, You—
.sold him; got the price and levanted,"
Sir Stephen paced up and down, his
hhnds aienched behind him; his fine
leonine head bent; ,,then 'he stopped in
froxit of the chair" and frowned down
• into. the scowling fade.. „ • ' '
.. "Falconer. you wrong me -it was not
so bent, o black as it looked. It's true
, X sold (he,alabn;_but _I swear that,I in -
.fa
t ted e ving half for yod. But•newg
ae`aa brought in, that .you were dead—a,
Mss said that he had seen you fall, that
You were dead and buried I had to
Ieave the camp the night the money was
paid: it would not have been safe to re -
Main; you know what the place was, and
that the man who was known to have
money carried his life in his hand. 1
left the camp and tramped south. Be-
fore a month had passed, the money had
',gone; if I had had any doubts of your
,.death, it was too late to inquire; it
p
would have been useless. As I tell you,
't 113 money was gone. But I hadn't any
• •doubts; in simple' truth, I thought you
Were dead."
Falconer looked round the luxurious
roam.
.You lost the money? But you ap-
• pear to have picked it up again; you
seem to be pretty flourishing my friend;
when you got on your feet again and
made your pile. why didn't you find out
whether your old pal was alive or dead?"
Sir Stephen was silent for a space,
then he raised his head and met the
other's accusing gaze unflinchingly.
I'll tell you the whole truth, Falcon-
er; and if you can make excuse for me,
if you can mit yourself in my place-----'
He drew his hand across his brow as if
the sweat had broken out upon it. "The
luck was dead against me for a time,
the old luck that had haunted you and
me; then it swung round completely --as
it generally does when it changes at all.
I was out in Africa. on the tramp, pick-
ing up a day's cork now and again at
the farms—you know the life! One day
I saw a Kaffir boy • playing with some
rough stones----"
falconer nodded.
'Diamonds. I fanny I've read an ac-
count of the treat Sir Stephen Orme's
first beginnings,' he put in with a
toucn of sarcasm.
Sir Stephen reddened.
"I daresay, It was the start, the com-
. ii g 1e took ththe
eestones in o myt the
great heaven! I can see the place now,
the. sunset en. the hill; the dirty brat
playing in the dust—the luck has stood
by obit rightD I left diamonddbusiess
and went in for land: wherever I bought
land towns sprang up and the land in -
I stood in with the natives: heard
• of • the treaty---"
'alconer nodded.
'The treaty that enabled you to hand
dear so many thousand square miles to
• the Government in exchange for A
knightho9d 1
" o," said Sir Stephen, simply. "I got
that for another' business; but I dare-
say the other thing helped. It doesn't
natter. Then I—I married,. I married
*' ^ (laughter of a man of position a girl
fie -ten. -"We i loved ft; tar's,
?i
ste4 e'
knew fiothure 'Sf tre `pa's, .wand 1
know; and as I would rather have died
than that she should have known any-
thing of it I—•-•-"
"Conveniently and decently burled it,"
put, in .Falconer. "Oh, •yes; I. can see
the whole thing! You had blossomed
out from. Black Steve—' Sir Stephen
rose and took a step towards the door,
I than r•erneinbered that he had shut it and
'sank down again, his face white as
ashes, his lips , quivering --"to Sir Ste-
phen Orme, the African millionaire, the
high' and lofty English gentleman with
his head full .ef State secrets and his
sate full of foreign loans; Sir Stephen
Orme, the pioneer, the empire maker --
Oh, yes, I can understand hew naturally
you would bury the past—as, you had
butied your old pal and partner. The
dainty and deIirate Lady ,Orme was to
' hear nothing; "•
Sit' Stephen rise and stretched out hie
hand halfwarningly, halt imploringly.
"She's dead, Falconer'!" he said
'hoarsely. Don't—don't speak of her(
Lea:tir.e her out" •
]"sIconer shrugged his shoulders.
nd this boy of yours—he's as ig-
nrirant a$ her ladyship was, of course?"
it Stephen inclined his head.
"nes,' he geld,riuskily. "TIe--he
lanawe nothing. He thinks me -what
all the world, saving you, Falcone
thinks me: one who has risen from. hum
bis but honest poverty to—what 1, am,
'You have seen him, you can understand
what I feel; that X'd rather die than that
he should know ---that he should think
badly of ire. Falconer, 1 have made a
clean breast of it -1'm in your hands.
I'm -=I'm at your mercy. I appeal• to
you"—he stretched out his white, shape-
ly hands—"you have a child of your
own: she's as dear to you as mine is
to me—I've watched you to -night and
I've seen you look' at her as• she moved
about and talked and sang, with the look
'that my'eyes wear when they rest on
my boy. I am at your mercy—not only
mine, but my son's future--"
He wiped the sweat from his .fore-
head and drew a long breath.
Falconer leant back and smoked con-
templatively, with" a coolness, 1•n -indif-
ference to the other's emotion' which
Sir Stephen found well-nigh madden-
ing;
Yes," said Falconer, after a pause,
"I suppose your_ house of cards - would
come down with a crash if 1 opened my
mouth, say, at breakfast to -morrow
morning, and told—well, all I know of
the great Sir Stephen Orme when he
bore he name of Black Steve, Even
you, with all your colossal assurance,
could not face it or outlive it. And as
for the boy—it would settle his hash
for ever. A word from me would do
it, eh, Orme? And upon my soul, I don't
know why I shouldn't say it! I've had
it in my mind, I've kept it as a sweet
morsel for a good many years, Yes, I've
been looking forward to it. I've been
waiting for the psychological moment,'
as, I think they call it; and it strikes
methat it has arrived."
Sir Stephen's face grew strained, and
a curious expression crept into it.
If you ask me why you should'not,
I can give you no reason," he said. 'If
you were poor I should offer you money
—more, a great deal more. than I receiv-
ed for the old claim; but I can see that
that would not tempt you to forego your
revenge. Falconer, you are not poor;
your daughter wears diamonds
Falconer shrugged his shoulders.
"No, I'm not in want of money. You're
not the only man who has had a change
of luck. No.. you can't bribe me; even if
I were hard up instead of rather flush,
as I am, I wouldn't take a hundred
thousand pounds for my revenge."
Sir Stephen rose. There was an omin-
out change in his manner. His nervous-
ness and apprehension seemed to have
suddenly left him, and in its place was
a terrible, stony calmness, an air of in-
flexible determination,
"Good'." he said; and his voice had
changed also, changed from its falter-
ing tone of appeal to one of steadfast
resolution, the steadiness of despera-
tion, 'I have made my appeal to you,
Falconer, and X gather that I have failed
to move you; that .you intend to exact
t your revenge by—denouncing me!"
alconer nodded coolly.
"And you think' that I ceuld endure to
live under such: a threat, to walk about
with the .sword of Damoclesover my
head? You' ought to .know me better,
Falconer. I will not live to endure the
shame you can inflict on me, I will not
alive tel' -tempt' yofr last' the sight of me
to tae your revenge: • 1' span • die to-
night. ` • •
Falconer eyed him intently, and care-
fully selected a fresh cigar. When he
had as carefully lit it, he said callously:
'That's your business, of course. I
shouldn't venture to interfere with any
plan of that kind. So you would sneak
out of it. eh, Orme? Sneak out of it, and
leave that young fellow to bear the
brunt? Well, I'm sorry for him! ITe
seems the right sort --deuced .good-look-
ing and high-class—yes, I'm sorry for
him!"
Once again Sir Stephen's lips twitched
and the big drops of sweat stood on his
brow. He stood for a minute looking
from right to left like a hunted animal
at hay—then with something between a
groan and a cry of -savagery, he sprang
towards Falconer with his hands out-
stretched and making for his torment-
or's throat. Before he could sweep the
table aside and get at him, Falconer
whipped a small revolver from his
pocket and aimed it at Sir Stephen,
You fool!" he said in his harsh, grat-
ing voice, "did you think I was such an
idiot as to trust myself alone with you
unarmed? Did you think I'd forgotten
what sort of manyou Were, or imagined
that you'd so changed that I could trust
you? Bahl Sit down! Stand back, or,
by Heaven, I'll shoot you as I would a
dog!" 0
Sir Stephen shrank back, his hand to a
his heart, his eyes distendedhis face
livid as if he were choking and sank in-
to a chair. Falconer returned the re-
volver to his pocket, and with his foot
dashed the inlaid Oriental table towards
his host and vtetixn.
"There! Take some brandy! You're
too old to play these tricks! That heart
of yours was never worth much in the
old days, and, I daresay it's still more
groggy. Besides, we're hot in a mining
camp or the backwoods now." He sneer-
ed. "We're in Sir Stephen Orme's pale-
tial villa on Lake B1•yndermere."
Sir Stephen stretched out his hand
and felt for the decanter, as if he were
suddenly blind and could not see it, and
poured himself out some brandy. Fal-
coner watched him narrowly, critically,
"Better? Look here, Orme, take my
advice and keep a guard on your emo-
tions: you can't afford to have any With
a heart like that "• He paused: and wait-
ed until Sir Stephen's ashy face had re-
sumed a less deathly pallor. 'And now
I'i1. answer your appeal -1 don't in-
tend to denounce you'" Sir Stephen.
tit to to him with a gesture of incre
IIII'tilmph! go sn t itle ttstrike ydoesn'taI've
had niy reven e
sweeter or e Ulan tet 'Algaee t lil{ir�Iior
has sold' Yo$' grovelling at your feet;
and praying fol' mercy, then I don'
t$tTe' Stephenpm
'Be aglla n -rtni -"No, i{I'd
meant to give you away, Orme, I
should have done' it to -night, in. your
swell drawing -room, with all your swell
guests round you, with your son—ay;
and my daughter—to hear the story—
the story of Black Steve! But- I didn't
mean it, and I dent--"
Sir Stephen drew a long breath ofre-
lief, and drank some more brandy,
• "Thank Godl" lie murmured.. "What
can I say—what can I clo—to—to ex-
press my gratitude, my sense of . your
forbearance, Falconer?"
Falconer, with his eyes narrowed to
eiits, looked at him keenly.
''Oh, I'll dispense with your grati-
tude, Orme. 'We'll agree to forgive and
•--forget. This is the last word we'll
say about' it." Sir Stephen, as ,.i9 he
could scarcely ,believe his ears, gazed
at his Magnanimous foe •in silence, "No
half measures with me—you remember
me of cid," said Falconer, "The sub-
ject's, done with," he moved his thick
hand as if he were sweeping it awray.
"Pass the whisky, ',(hanks. Now, let's
have the chat you kept me up for,"
Sir Stephen wiped hid lips and forced
a smile,
Tell me about yourself; what- you
have been doing since we—er—all this
long time."
Falconer shrugged his shoulders. "Ont
it isn't as Interesting a story as yours,'
he said. "I've just rubbed along with
bad and good luck in streaks, fortunate-
lyfor me, the good ones were thicker
and more frequent than the bad ones.
Like yourself, I married; like yourself,
I'n1`a widower; I've' one child ',laude,
She'$ been at school and under the erre
of .soine people an the Continent, while
X're been at work; and I've come to
1nrigland now to settle down. That tells
enough of my story. 1 know yours, as
the rest of the world •does, You'r'e'fam-
ous, you see," •
There was a pause; then he locked
over his glass, and said: •.
What's your little game at the •pre-
sent moment. Orme?"
Sir Stephen spoked at him interro-
gatively, confusedly, as if he were': still
rather confused by the terrible. scene
which. they had gone • through,
Why 'lave yoq built this place and
got all these people here?" said Fal-
coner, "1 know enough of-Wirsdh and
Griffenberg and the I3eltons to be aware
that they wouldn't come down to the
Lakes at this time of the year' unless
there was something worth corning for,
something—and a pretty big sum—to be
made."
Sir Stephen looked down at the' floor
for a moment, as if he were considering;
then he Ieant forward,
"I'll tell you," he said. with an ah• of
decision, and With a return of his usual
coolness and aplomb. A dash of;;oolor
rose to his face his line eyes grew
bright; he was the "man of affair's," the
great financier again. It's Africa this
time," he said, 1n a low voice; and with
a glance at the door. "I've another
treaty—" Falconer nodded: I am
making for a concession -a charter from
the Government" •
Falconer nodded again.
"And I want a railway from Danville
to Bualbec," His voice almost sank to
a whisper, "Griffenberg, Wirsch, and
the rest are with me—or nearly ,so—X
have got them down to clench tlze, mat-
ter. There are millions in it—itI can
bring it off; there :is what is worth
more than millions to me—"
Falconer nodded:— •
"A peerage for Sir Stephen Orme,"
said Falconer, with a grim smile. .,
"For Sir Stephen Orme's boy!" said
Sir Stephen, with a flusfi, and k flash
of the dark eyes. "It is for his sake' that
I am making this last thrbw; for my
boy's, Falconer. For myself: I am con-
tent—why shouldn't I be? But for him
—ah, well, yclu've seen him. You'll un-
derstand!"" Falconer leant back and
smoked in silence. "Plaistow is work-
ing the Colonial Office, the Beltons are
feeling their way 1n the city; Wirsch—
but you know how the thing is done!
I've got them down here that they inay
work it quietly, that -I may have them
under my eye—"
.And the lords and ladies—they're to
have a 'finger in the pie because, though
they can't help you in the African.busi-
ness, they can in the matter of the peer-
age?"
Sir Stephen smiled. "You'll' standin
with. us, Falconer? Don't refuse' me!
Let me maks some reparation—some
atonement for the past!" He rose and
stood smiling, an imposing figure with
his white hair and brilliant eyes. Fal
coner got up slowly and stiffly.
"Thanks. I'll think it over. It's a big
thing, as you say, and it will • either
make you—"
—"Or break me!" said Sir Stephen,
but he laughed confidently.
Falconer nodded thoughtfully.
"I'11 go up'now," he said.
Sir Stephen went to the door with him
and held out his hand.
Good -night, Falconer!" he said.
"Thank you—for my boy's sake!"
Falconer took the warm hand in his
cold• -one and held it for a moment, then
dropped it.
"Good -night!" he said, with a nod and
a sidelong glance,
•Sir Stephen 'went back and, potted
himself 'out another liquer glass of
brandy and heaved a sigh of relief, Hut
it would have been one of apprehension
if he could have seen the cruel smile
Which distorted Falconer's face Ss he
went through the exquisitely beautiful
hall and corridors to the luxurious room
which had been allotted to him. • '
There was In the smile and the cold
glitter of the eyes the kind of look which
the cat. wears when it plays with the
mouse.. '
(To be continued.)
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Amongst the numerous foreign
descendants of Queen Victoria
there is only one to whom King
George accords his entire confi-
dence and friendship. That Prince
is Henry of Prussia, brother of the
German Emperor. King George.
and Prince Henry bear 'to each
ther certain close •affinities. They
re, for one thing, first cousins.
Prince Henry's mother was King
Edward's eldest sister, our Prin-
cess Royal, afterwards wife of the
German Emperor Frederick. Also
the facial resemblance of King
George and Prince Henry is most
marked. Moreover, they are both
sailors.
There are no two brothers in the;:
world, perhaps, who are more un-
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than the Kaiser and his only bro-
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and impulses of a. ihotifiaricl yeah, '
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In the days when the Kaiser' and
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Queen Victoria' as, easily conceived ,
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The Ring's , Friend.
As second sons of future Emper-
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Henry developed their relnarkable
friendship While boys of ten years
old.
And if any circumstances were
wanting 'tocomplete the bond o:f
real affection which existed from
youth between Prince George of
Wales and Prince Henry of Prussia'
it came with the strange quarrel
that arose between the new Ger,,
Iran Kaiser Wilhelm II. and his
mother, . •the Empress.Frederick,
The, latter lady, unable to bear in
her widowhood, as she had as a
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Prince Bismarck, spoke out in her
own defence, and found her eldest
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sons were equally amazed and 'mor-
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his mother, -
However, the ishne had` coarse
whep Prince Harry himself had
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weeds and other rubbish to remai
near them where rats, cats an
other enemies can hide, Make
trip to the chicks' quarters befor
retiring. Often chicks will huddl
in some out-of-the-way corner ant
if not changed will suffer from col
or rain or be caught by some nigh
prowler.
Judging a Dairy Cow.
When it conies to judging a cow
for continuity in milk, there is a
certain structural form in continu-
ous milkers which should if pro-
perly understood rarely mislead.
Let us take the cow and examine
her point by point. What are ,they 1
A continuous .milking cow will al-
most always have a large jaw in-
dicative of good feeding qualities;
a lone slim ewe neck accompanied
by a Thin sharp wither, As you
pass down her back you will find
the double chine ; her ribs will
spring from her back so that they,
form a wedge viewed•froin'the front
on both sides. Next you will find
high hip bones, the higher the bet-
ter—if you lean hang ,your hat on,
them all the better. Her thighs
will be flat and she will have a large
paunch, the more the Utter. What
is the. value of the last indication I
The greatest bulk of feed is com-
posed of roughage. The cow can-
not, make something out 'of nothing ;
to produce a large flow of milk she
must be a big eater. If she and her
ancestors are and have been good
feeders, and have had the ,structu-
ral form described they will be big
producers. In addition the cow
must be loose-jointed and she nitust
have a wedge -shape viewed on ;'both
sides as well as from the top and
under lines. Such a cow •so built
cannot put the feed on ker back but
will utilize it to put in the pail.
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night.” •
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