The Herald, 1910-12-02, Page 9"Oh, my rooms are being. done up, and
?ve moved up here for to -clay. Sit down,
will you?" and he'went and put a chair
with its back to the door, murmuring,
as he did so, in a voice just audible to
Joan:
"For heaven's sake, nota word!"
"Any news?" asked Pontelere. "Tree)
confounded seedy. Dreadful luck last
night; I'm inclined to tarn up cards and
take to the turf again; it's more amus-
ing, and a good deal more wholesome"
Bertie laughed with the same make-
believe carelessness.
"Talking of the turf," he said, "I stip-
pono Stuart Villiers- will keep a stud
now be has come into his pile.'
"I've just seen him," said Bertie.
"Seems to be making himself scarce,"
said Lord Pontelere. "Always was a
close sort of a fellow. Never half liked.
him. Mustn't say so now, though, There's
some good shooting at that place of his
In Devonshire, isn't there?"
"Yes," said Bertie, "I—I suppose he'll
marry and settle down now?" he added,
keeping his voice as steady as he could,
but glancing at the slightly open door;
it waved a. little, and he knew that the
girl he intended to save waa listening.
"Yes, I Suppose so," assented. Lord
Pontelere. "He can pick and choose
now, I suppose, and marry well. ate has
had a fine time of it!. Gone the pace
as fast as most men, I should say, and
a little faster. Been a good thing for
somite of the women if he hadn't been
quite such an Adonis!"
Bertie's heart seemed to stand still.
The critical moment was approaching.
"Do you think that he ever behaved
unfairly?" he asked, slowly and clearly,
so that every word should reach the
next room.
Joan leant forward, her eyes fixed on
the broad back of time titan sitting near
her, as if she would drag a negative
from him.
Lord Pontelere stared.
"I thought you were talking of Stuart
Villiers!" he said, with a sneer.
"So I was," said Bertie, faintly.
Load Pontelere laughed in a leisurely,
sarcastic fashion.
"Did 'he ever behave fairly?" he re-
torted, blowing the smoke from his lips.
"You must have a bad. memory, Dews-
bury. Have you forgotten that .scandal
abont Lady George?"
"You -yon mean that he tempted her
to fly from her bonne with him?"
"Of course Ido," assented Lord Pont-
elerc. "Didn't Lord George meet Vil-
- liars at Calais .ancl..exchange shots? --a
ridieulous proceeding nowadays but
Lord George was tthvays old-fashioned,"
- Joan put het hand to her head and
clutched the edge of the door. Was this
some horrible nightmare these two
voices speaking in this way of the man
she loved—the man she had. trusted!
'And that is not the only intrigue he
hats been mixed up with,' said Bertie,
slowly,
Lord Pontelere laughed.
"The only one! You might put it in a
basket with half n dozen others and
still find some more to keep it ,com-
t)any. 1. telt von that Stuart Villiers
bas done more harm in that way than
any man in London! Why, you know
that, 1 should think!„
White and trembling. Joan put her
hand to her lips to crush back the cry
that seemed choking her.
"Ah," said. 13ertir, after a pause; "and
you think—look here, Pontelere; I want
to mnlc your opinion. Supposing—mind,
this is quite a supposititious case!—I This was quite enough to whet Inc
say, snpportiug; Stuart Villiers chanced curiosity and make ]tint desirous of see -
to meet a young girl ---an innocent, pure- ing her face.
hearted girl. pappose he got this girl He crossed over, and stopping just in
to believe in him, told her. in short, that front of her, said in his softest voice:
"1 beg your pardon! Did you speak
to me 1"
Joan, for it was she, dropped her
hands from her face, and looked up at
hint,
Mordanut Royce was never guilty of
pert ---do }'on think that he would have starting, ur expressing any emotion re-
rnercy on her innocence rend purity?— sembling eurprise, cr he would have
that he would, in short, keep hie word starteet• then. As it was h' was egocch-
aml--marry Iter?" and he lene'.i back and less for a moment, struck amid) by the
wiped the great drops from his fore- wonderful beauty and misery of the
head., his eyes fixed on thee opposite girlish face lifted to his gaze,
Boar. "1 thought you spoke," he said, softly
"Do 1 think if Villia.:es had induced and encouragingly.
an innnrent girl to run away with him "No," rasa Jura. Tlun her eyes wan -
on the pretrnee et marrying her, that tiered front his face to the trees in front
once boning got leer into his power he of her, and then back aloha
would keep his promise?" he -said.
"Where is We? Whet place is this?"
"Yes!"' answered. Bertie, hoarsely.she asked, in a dull, leaden voice.
"My dear Berta., if any young Trivial "'This id Hyde l',u'k," he replied, as
of yours, anyone in whom you take an natty as before; "are you looking for
interest, has been so foolish n.5 to -put 1 al:youc't"
such trust in Stuart \'illiars—good t "No, no," rbc murmured, wildly; "no
Lord! Stolid, \ lli:Arsi-.,-all I eau say is one,thanks," and she rode sad went
that she ie lost! lost! ruined! Peet all I quickly past him.
hope and recovery," I Rosie: semoa 7ora m) nr"a t looking a fa
,Toga), with her bunds clenched tightly, r ter her, nerdy temp..cd to follaw; then,
her hestrt beating wildly. rose and stag- ; Nei shrug, of hie -ha:r'dere, 13) gent
;sued to 0 door. and held it swaying, to the gate and called it hansom. and
backwards and forwards. She felt as if i told time (haver to take hint to Feneharcn
vain were going to faint, and meant to f street,
i rather than do so. The truth, the I Old -Craddock wee seated on h'- high
diet,1
awful t} nt.h. had. struck home to her Siool, poring m1'er h s a :cunnt bink; but
heart at last. a„ :.)grist 0f• the gentlemanly dressrel fig -
With parted lips she threw '10 her t err, climbed down nn.1 ehut the blit in
hands and cried silently "SSA -tart! ' its door.
Memos1 Zfy life, my love! Anel you I "Come at last!" he ejaenlated. "Where
have done this!" I on earth have you been? Eli! wham
Then, matching,* ep her cloak a,ncl hat. i Loire you been.
she put than"ol', n.nd opeeimy the door • "What is the Ma titer?" donsnded
that led to the landing, passed mtoiseless-; Royce, coolly, taking out n c:eer and
ly Ont lighting it.
M., , :,...• .r r •
4
Five minutes passed. Bertie kept Lord
I'ontolere talking; he knew what ter-
rible agony the beautiful girl must be
suffering; he would give her time.
Indeed; ,he wanted time himself, time
to regain bis self-possession and calm-
gess.
At last he said, absently:
"We'll go now, Pontelere! 'Would you
mind going on to the stables and telling
them to saddle my horse? I've a letter
to Write, but I shall be there almost as
soon as you!"
Lord Pontelere lounged out in his
heavy fashion, and Bertie, watching un-
til he had ridden away, hurried to the
door and opened it.
The room was empty!
He sprang to the window, dashed to
the stairs; the. house was silent; there
Was no sign of the slim, girlish figure.
Then he came back and sank into a
chair, a great pain at his heart, his
breast heaving slowly. For a moment
his face sank .into his hands, and he
murmured:
"Gone! and I shall never see her.
again!" Then he looked up, and some-
thing suspiciously like a tear shone in
his honest blue eyes ,and he muttered,
"Never mind! I have saved her! Yes,
I have -saved her!"
CHAPTER XV.
About the time Lord Villiers and Joan
reached Paddington, Mordaunt Royce
was sitting at his breakfast.
Now, though Mordaunt Royce was one
of the best known men in fashionable
London, few knew anything about his
inner life—that is, his horse life.
For years past he had been the jackal
which has found food for Mr. Craddock,
of Chain Court, Fenchurch street. It had
been his duty to hunt down' the noble
game, the rich scions of the. nrietrocacy,
and drive them into the den "of his mas-
ter, there to be devoured and have their
bones pinked clean.
But during the last week or two some-
thing else had sprung up to employ his
acute brain.
Ever since Elijah Craddock had told
him the story of Stuart Villiers and the
lost will, his restless mind had been on
the work. the two millions Loomed up
before hint, and haunted him day and
night,
He felt assured, with Craddock, that
a- will existed, and that Lord Stuart
Villiers had no right to the vast prop-
erty, bat he was still no nearer finding
the rightful owner, and the rich booty
still evaded his g raep.
For some time past he had not visited
the old man.
But' this rnorning-he 'resolved to pay_
ChainCourt a visit; it might be that the
old man had something to tell hinr re-
specting the two million;; he might have
discovered something. It was a lovely
morning, and Royce, who enjoyed nature
—when she wore her best drew, thought
he would go round by the park.
Ife lit a choice cigar—one of Lord Ber-
tie's by the way, and sauntered
through the gates. Mordaunt Royce
made hie. way to the end of the gravel
path, enol was about to cross the road
into Piccadilly, v,•heu he saw a slim,
girlish figure hurry over the crossing,
and after parsing a moment to look to
right and left uneerteiuly, sink ou to
one of the scats by the retie,
lie was a keen and (lose obssrver, and
in an instant he saw that the figure be-
longed to a young girl, that it was
graceful, and that it was attired in is
costume that, though not stylish stud
fashionable, was that of a lady.
be meant to marry her, and—and"
his voice broke and grew hoarse iu his
excitement --"and persuaded her to
leave her home and fly with him, Hush,
not a word! Bear me out. Do you
think that he would act honorth!y by
„
it been c'pectir.g you for days,"
( said old Oraddrl k, N g !v, "i.'ve somne'
thing to tell yon," .\n:l he Gold the
me, y "f 4,,,,.. \ , :' V1,11+ to the
Wold with ilrr Oliver p+e:'+.y, and the dia-
TS'
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eovery of the .portrait and its resem-
blance to Joau.
"Is that ail?" said Royce, coolly. "A
matter' of mere resemblance. Where is
nothing in that."
' "Nothing in that 1" echoed old Crad-
dock. "I tell you the slightest thing
may Trove' a .clue,. I tell you this girl;
this Joan Ormahy,. ,ll;a-I the .image of the
portrait! I never,sitia anything like it'!
And remember she le not a daughter of
this Colonel Oliver! ale: is his ward, as
he calls hen. Nobody knows anything
about her! Mark that:"
"'There may be something in it," he
said, careles.!y, cBut where is the par.
trait?"
Old Craddock' shli£flcd to a large ante
and unlocked it, and brought out it ulaek
wooden case.
MIordeunt Itoyes stepped forward to
look at the portrait with a carelese, non-
chalant air, cigar in ]rand_ then sudden-
ly he -bent over .the p'cture with en ex-
clamation of astonishmen t.
."Well, well!"•demaadecl old Craddoele
"What es it?" -
"What is 11.?" reiterated Mordaunt
Royce, "Why, I saw' i:be original in
Hyde Parc tlt1+-3n'ornin:, tui hoar --!Tali
an hour <got"
"Wrong for ••ra :^,!l,, Nance, my bay!
The i;iil that tit ms like is at •l)eer-
mumbe, in Deyonsh'•e."
"I don't ears=," commenced Itoyce,
when the door behind them was shaken
violently.
The old mad se;zed the portrait, re-
stored it to the safe, n:nd, pointing to.
t'
art inner offine, itrcl until Boyce -had
slipped in; then he opened the doer, and
a stalwart figure strode. past slim.
l.t was Lord Viilinra --pale and agi-
tated.
Cld::l`:'x:Ell XVI.
hIalll an hour after Sam- had glided
tremblingly down the stairs and into the
street Lord Villiers returned.
e' 1a
nmoiis, mad obta!4ied as Much infarbaticn •
about the laws of marriage in ten min-
utes as ma11y men acquire 113 a lifetime;
and he has ined,a what arrangements
were possible. 'There would be imam de-
lay, but it could nut be felt, and he felt
that her could still clepwud On Juan's
trust and faith iu hint,
,Ac Inc' opened the door of tin' sitting -
100(11 !lies face took upon itP:lf the lover',
fund smile, and he had almost spaken
lien name when, ou looking round, he
saw that the room was empty, and at
the same moment 11e nutieed the odor of
a recently smoked cigar.
It struck slim as i'ath^r strange; he
hatd not noticed it when he was looking
over the rooms in the morning.
However, nu doubt Joan was iei the
dressing -room, tunl he would sit down
and wtut until she eanu back.
• Ten minutes :passed ---ten precious min-
utes!—and thea he strode Across the
room and knocked gently at the door.
There was no answer, and, •fearful of
alarming her, he went bark to the chair
and tried a little more patience.
Then he got up again and this time
called to her, gently and quietly. There
was still no answer, and puzzled, but
not yet alarmed by any means, he rang
the bell.
• "Has anyone been here, anyone to see
Mrs. Newlands"" he enquired, quickly.
Now London landladies •aro sharp-
witted; they enjoy various and mani-
fold experiences, and they learn, like the
wild animals, to be cute and. self -defen-
sive.
Su Mrs. Parsons, scenting; trouble, at
first stared blankly at the fireplace,
then replied blandly:
"Anyone to see lien? Oh, no!"
'Go," said Lord Villiers, his face grow-
ing paler as it seemed each moment—
"go and look over the house, go and
examine the other rooms, upstairs, any-
where! She may have mistaken her
way. Go quickly, please!"
The landlady, still more suspicious,
and still more convinced that safety lay
in silence and discretion, left the room,
and Lord Villiers paced up an down
with feverish impatience.
"Well?" he demanded, when she re-
turned.
"No, sir, your gond lady is not in the
house; I've looked everywhere -elle must
have gone out. sir! She may have run
out to buy something—"
"No, no, it is impossible!" cried Lord
Villiers, hoarsely, "When I came in the
door was open --the street door' '
"'.Chen she has slipped out quite un-
awares, sir," she said, with an air of
conviction."
Lord Villiers put hie hand to bis fore-
head, vainly trying to leap to some con-
clusion, some clue to the mystery.
In confused bewilderment he seized his
hat,
"If if mne wife should return while I
am away," he said, "tell her that I shall
be back directly, and that she is on no
account to leave the house again."
"Very well, sir," said Mrs. Parsons,
and she let him go without saying a
word of Lord Bertie.
Where could site go? 'To' whom cook!
she fly? The -re was no one! As he
pondered, he suddenly remembered Mr.
Craddock. Joan had nit him, and.
knew that he lived in London, and that
he was a lawyer. If she were lost she
might recollect the old man. and ask to
be taken to him. •
The thought gave hila fresh hope, and
he went straight^to Chain Court, Fen-
cieum'eit street.
"Iias anyone called here for me?" he
asked. abruptly.
"Called here --for you, lay lord? No,"
said Mr. Craddock, hie head on one side,
like a jackdaw's, his eyes fixed curiously
on the stern, handsome face.- "Did you
expect anyone. my lord?"
"Yes—no-1 do nut know," said Lord
Villiers, confusedly.
The old man, stood regarding hint
keenly,
"I'm afraid something i, the matter;.
some unpleasant busines,; upset your
lordship. You couldn't come to anyone
more anxious to as,i t you, my lord."
"Thanks," broke in Lord Villiers. "I
am in great trouble. I ---I have lost a
friend --a. dear :;Mend! She was to be
my wife."
The old man's sharp eyes grew into
mere slits as he nodded.
"My wife!" repeated Lord Villiers,
firmly. "Our marriage was to be a sud-
den and secret one
"Yes, ,yea." crooned Craddock. ".our
lordship had sufficient reasons, no
dou''
"life remitted London this morning, I
wentbtout for an hour, and on returning
found her Alone."
•'Gone back to her friend,:' suggested
the old maul, with his Bead on one side,
"Nee" said Lord Villiers, sternly, "she
would not do that; of that, cit least, I
am sure. i. thou;;:it so for the moment,
but now" 1 amt convinced that it is nut
so."
"Good, very good, my lord! Your
lordship knows best. She must have etep-
pceI out to make some purchase and lost
r,, r \na)tli .'
ed, tt }d 110 doubt the explanation.
}sac: a, the nuly ode!'
!.naw' time htdy."' ttskod old
c;tadduel:.
-.see e.aleg 'i,. ' is Mies Je,ar1 Orrns-
by," Sala i+ c,.!i"rd.
"Joni: Ormsby!" said the old man,
dully,
''1he e,a:tie.; lady ahe u.tnonipanie:}
( e'1une•l ..;v. i to tai' whose. face
e„ „ly 1aeae.iil.0 the portrait of the
Homo' ®q''tETit'ig
Ilas it ever oecurred to you trhat a
large number of things one can :Dye
at Home, and in :that way retake quite a
saving i'
When on shopping expeditious, you
halve often uotieed on !the "Bargain
Counters" lientuants' offered at ridicu-
lously low prices, .The reaso i for these
low prices was not by any gleans on ac-
count of the materials being of poor
quality, but because the.shades or colors
were out of style; the matcriale often
being of superior. quality.
Now, these bargains could be taken
advantage of, and by Dyeing the Goods,
the colors could be changed to the most
delicate shade of any of the fashionable
calors popular at the time, And renletn-
ber that it doeau't make the slightest
difference whether the goods are Wool,
Cotton, Silk or itlbted, as there arc
Novae Dyes new that with -the Same
Dye, one call calor -cloth of Any Kind
perfectly.
• You mss possibly have a dross that
is hardly worn lit all, but is out of fa:dh-
1e11 118 to color 1tnd style. here again,
tlie.ee single 1' --once Dyes step in to help
things oat•. Rij) it •tte, Dye it a fashion-
able shade, mind`with new patlerne male
it lip into a .most stylish gown that will
be the envy of your Lady friends.
While Summer' Dresses eau be Dyea
delicate sit Ilea of any color by using
these, new !!omit Dyes very twerth-.--e:ty
about an ehritb package to about fist,
g; tllo is of
it 's net „lube to "\Vest) . ..sieg"e"
that these immproved Home Dyes lend
their services. Portiers, C our!1 ('onus.
Table Covert, `~''h.ule Curtain-, 1)reperie'a,
or in fact anything that is glade of Cloth
can be n):ide 1.0 book just like New,
Never try tit' ealar SOythinI s l,igater
shade thee ,m" article ie i t m•an011y.
White e of very light (mimed geode eS n
be Dyed any ‚:1 i,r ce. sll:ldy t et illy C'4•i01',
;11tst as h^, el a++o+d 1,•Is, tl,+'11'el WIll)t
yen 111'e ease. to ;Oho. ,mg \Yi!l t,'nnt 10
1 ewe leoe meet( Yon will 1 edlllre. For
no' !aat hi:l;sa'el for smell rut.elea,.
such as ail:brne S}Ik er ('cans) Gloves,
fitoeiteogs Blot's i etre, one peckage Its
mt ride will be snffleient. For lmtru'3'
Suits, Costa Cnrteine. eta„ it is best if
possible to weeSh. your'!0oi•r before they
010 wet eel 1a5 n !(zcekag'c to Abrut a
!)ohne! .t malas,
1 rruke.,e l: clutched tlmr- 'leen w:.:m one
lianas 11.1(1 imamslimed onthe stool
hke a n1.,u:.my about to aiming from
its p,^013.
"What:"' as n!mnelt 51rick0,1 hie 1!t.
11e 111arl: . 1,n gliteertltg, his disengaged
Maid eles:..,r the air.
goal Villiese regarded slim sternly,
en+1 the ol'I rnnn, Snelrl:nly recoverimr
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rubbing his hands with slavish humility.
"1 beg your pardon, my lord, beg your
lordsh+p s pardon; 1 was surprised!.
Yes, yes. 1 remember the young lady,
of course! A very beautiful young
lady, and like the portrait—or you
thought so; 1 didn't see it myself. Oh,
I will find her for you, Lard Villiers!
Dear, dear nme, and so young, tool and
gone off—disappeared!'
"Like a dream," said Lord 'Villiers,
more to himself than to the old man.
"Find her and 1 will give you a thou-
sand pounds."
"Yes, yes," assented Mr. Craddock;
ave!" and the little eyes shone in ,the
dim gaslight. "1'd give a thousand
pounds myself, my lord! Meanwhile,
my lord, 1 know a man who can find
her if anyone cent.'
"Take me to him! Bring Was here!"
broke in Lord Villiers, eagerly.
"Nc•, no," croaked time old man; "that
would not do! We must keep your
name out of the affair! Let me give
our man the instructions, and appear as
time principal in the matter. As to
money?"
Lord Villiers drew his cheque-book
out, and going to the desk filled in a
cheque for a hundred pounds, which Mr.
Craddock, •though !me stuttered some-
thing about it not being necessary,
promptly pocketed.
"Spare mo expense!" said lord Vil-
liers "Leave no stone unturned! Un-
ing her at once, at ogee!'
Mr. Craddock escorted him to the
door, bowing and cubing his hands;
then be shot the bolt in its place, and
shuffling across the room like a mon-
key, opened the door of the inner room.
"Boyce! Royce!' he cried; "what do
you think of this, eh? Fancy the girl's
running awoy from hint! He -he! Look-
ed rather cut up and disappointed,
didn't he? 011, my lord is like the rest
of his family, a wild one, a wild onel
But he's been tricked this time!"
"1 think Stuart Villiers is not such a
fool its you think him," said Royee,,
slowiy-
(To Be Continued-)
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The biggest apple in the world, probe
ale the biggest that has ever bee.
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eeny.
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incl colored Moral. M.un.li, was grow
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et. Hereford, and weighs no leas than
ounces. It has to citcurnterence of 10
inches, tend is 5 inches in 1eigbt.
Immediately Mes318. 0111ela, Jacobs
Go. put the ar.plc up for elle there w
much spirited beddiug, bet it was ev
Wally knocked down to _Messrs. Ad
& Gc , 'of Bond eteeet, for :C14 145„
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