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BY
'CHARLES C.ARVICE
Author of•t` Tho Verdict of the Heart," "A Heritage
of Irate;" '< Nell of Shorne Mills," "Pad.
For," "A lWdlo,iern Juliet," Etc.
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'it was time,"" flue laid, quietly,
a"What's the title of it? Wha is it
b The title is"—Polly 'got close to,
her, took the saucepan from hor and
Net it on the treble, regardless of the
sloth—"the' title is 'Tho Betrothed,':
and it's by a new men named—Her-
-list Wood!" she said as she flung
her arises around Nbui's Reck and
,hugged cud Swayed her,
CHAPTER XV.
It was a fluke, of course, aided bY
of 's s
•I' 1 sharpness; Y .h and d
i it iso
t
be.
h0
that tat it will not inspire -.the
sagacious' reader to sit down and
write a play, either in ono or -three,
Acts.
It was put in rehearsal at . once,
and,. of 'course, the troubles which
Always beset a play, front its birth
to its production, and not seldom af-
terwards, at once sot in '
� 7 hCro was
r2• part in it for which 11 . Harcourt
vast the low comedy lady—she used
to be called a soubrottc—but the
lady didn't like it—said it wasn't
"strong" enough,.
"Not strong enough, if you please]"
exclaimed Polly to Nina with' a
snort. "Why, it's as strong as San-
dow, only it's in a new and quiet
way. She likes a part that 'let's her
tear about the stage and knock tho
men's hats off; and, of course, this
.doesn't suit her. Not strong! Why,
listen, to this!"
She did a bit of the part, and Ni-
na's eyes sparkled. But she said
nothing, she could be as secretive as
Polly—it is agift which most wo-
men possess—rieut the next evening she
gave Polly a letter for Mr. Har-
court.
He read it, stared fixedly at Polly,
frowned doubtfully, .then said with
acute misery in his voice and coun-
tenance: er.
"Well, you can try it—only try it,
grind! We'll see how you get on at
;the next rehearsal. Now, "what , are
a'ou staring at?" c
"I don't know what you mean,"
:said Pony.
"Oh, don't you? Well, your- friend,
:Mr. Wood, wants you to have the
part of Sally Brown." •
Polly uttered a cry and the tears
,sprang into her eyes.
"Oh, Mr. Harcourt!" she gasped.
Mut Mr. I ercourt sniffed and •hur-
ried off; perhaps he was unaccustom=
,.ed to gratitude. -
Polly, when she got home that
might; kissed Nina very quietly.
:You know you• are giving me the
,.e1la,nco of my life, dear?" she said,
,;gravely. "But, oh, if I miss it I shall
:spoil your play!"
"You won't miss it, and Yeu
,couldn't spoil my play if you tried,"
said Nina, tenderly. "I mean that
.you will play the part splendidly.'!
"If you'll only help me I'll—I'll do
my best,'• faltered Polly.
They went over it there and then,
i and kept at it until the dawn pooped
in at the window at two pale -faced,
excited girls; so that at the next. re-
hearsal Polly was not only perfect in ,
Cher words but in her business. Tho
,stage manager did not throw/ up his
;arms in delighted satisfaction—they
only do this in novels—but he grunt -
...ed and nodded at her, and Polly
thrilled with pride and hope.
Nina suffered a great deal during
.the rehearsals 'because she could not
1be present, ("You' couldn't cut oft.
that beautiful hair of yours dnd
.cbmo down to the theatre in a bine
...serge suit and a limp?" . suggested
!Polly.) But the little play was tve1I
,cast, and the stage manager know
his business.
Polly reported every day, reported
• fully, and Nina gave a hint or two
which Polly—heaven knows -how-
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tors.
Presently Polly brought her ' an
advertisement announcing the play,
and Nina, when .she was alone, bent
over It with tt strange mixture of
ec$taty hard sadness; for even the
productive of this her first effort
could not bring• her perfect happi-
ness, The fly is still in every piece
of anther which the mortals carve for
of'$.1 t'.
But et the last rehearsal Polly got
permission for "Mr. Wood's" setter
to be present; and Nina, hot and
cold by teens, ttt.
c
h
<d it from n tho
stare 1.
!sen r 1
.the clown n to the lowest
depths of des(airellecause even a last
rehearsal is a hopeless and appalling
thing.
"1 didn't think it old c
o bo .quite so
stupid," she said, moaning the play.
"The poor people won't bq able to
sit It out, Oh, Polly, I'm so sorry
for all the. trouble I've
iven you
F,r
and everybody else .'concerned! Do
you think Mr, Harcourt would let
me withdraw it?"
"I don't know; but I'll ask him if
you like. You silly, it's splendid, and
they all know it. Miss Tracey was
Wed, and I don't mean to give- my-
self away till tho night. It will go
with a rush, you see. And, oh, • De-
ckle, we'll—we'll have a supper at
the Cri—and a bottle of chain-
pagno—a big one!"
The night arrived. Polly wanted
Decima to have a box, but Nina said
she preferred her old seat behind the
pillar in the upper circle. ;
No one will see me, and if it's a.
failure—as it will be—I can slip out
and drown myself quietly and with-
out any fuss."
"Better hang yourself—round my
neck," said Polly. .
Nina crept to her place. One or
two persons were already seated, and
they glanced curiously at the lovely
girl with the white face and anxious
eyes; but sho drew well behind her,
pillar and tried to possess her soul in,'
patience. •
A first night is a bad time for the
manager and the actors—to say no
thing of the audience—but it is worse
for the .author, because he, poor
wretch, can only look on and endure
in inaction. Nina thought the over
ture would never end, the curtain
never go up; but it ascended at last,
and the play began to a crammed
pit and gallery, an upper circle fairly
well filled and a sprinkling in the
dress circle and stalls.
For a moment or two the scene
swam before Ninees oyes, and she
could not sec the actors nor hear
their voices; but presently sight and
hearing came back to her, and, in-
credible as it may seem, she almost
forgot her authorship in her interest
in the play. Were these sparkling
words hers? Was it she who Wrote
the lines that, :spoken by Miss Tea-
cey, brought the tears very near her,
Nine's, eyes? Did sho inventthe busi-
ness which. in Polly's clever hands
caused the theatre to ring with laugh-
ter? Oh, how sweet, how swept was
the sound of that laughter in Nina's
ears! The color stole to her face, her
eyes grew bright. Was her poor little
play going' do be a success—reaUy a
success?
She began to " glance round the
theatre—only glance—for she could
scarcely take her eyes from the play.
1Vhat did these gentlemen in tho
stalls, the critics, think of it? She
saw one whom she supposed .belong-
ed to the awfue tribe laugh and nod.
to a fellow member. Was he 'really
satisfied?
The people were laughing, the play
was going smoothly and "strong."
ller heart beat with almost painfel
rapidity, but still fearfully, for your
author is a modest and a timid co-
ney. How splendidly Miss 'Tracey
played! And Polly—oh, you dear,
sweet, girl, to make them laugh
ev-
ery time. you open your lips! How,
how do you do it?
TierY a wandered c s wa a Cd from the stalls
to the boxes and scanned the faces
'of the kwocc peant with i th cage , r an x-
ious.,e n uiry, Then suddenly she for-
got her'anxiety, the players, the play
itself, and her face grew pale and
her eyes fixed as she gazed spell-
bound at the box nearest the stage
on tho first
tier.
A lady and gentleman had entered.
A lovely woman with auburn hair
with golden lights in it., with sal-
phire eyes of wondrous hue, with a
fact of clear ivory, and lips} on which
amen might swear away their lives,
,their honor, their souls. The man
was young -old, beautifully dressed,
with an orchid in the silk facing of
his irreproachable coat, and a fixed
smile on his painted lips. But Nina
hind no eyes for hint. Sho knew the
woman in e, moment—at the first
glance.
It was the original of the portrait
in Vane Mannering's coat; it Was
the woman he loved, the woman
whose mine he had breathed as Nina
had leant over him that night in the
men's hut. It was Judith!
As Judith Ot•mo sank into her
chair, and, dropping the opera-
cloak
peracloak from her white shoulders, look,
ed round the house with a Innguid
and yet serene gaze, Nina felt as it
the sapphire eyes were fixed on her,
and her heart seemed to cease beat•'
Her breath came in painful
• gasps, She triad to look at the Stage
again, but her eyes, as if magnetized,
Wandered Mack to the exquisite face,
the exquisite grace of the woman.
The young -old man went out of the
box,. and presently another, a young-
er than, entered. Ile was dark, al-
most sallow, with brilliant biack
eyes and thin lips. Both eyes and lips
Stetted restless as ho bent over •Ju-
dith's chair, and Nina fancied that
she could almost see Itis hand treinbld
aft it rested on the chair -back ,
THE W[ OHIAM TIMES, OCTOBER 5 1911
"Oh, are yotf here?" .said Judith,
with a slight uplifting of the boauti.
ful brows, a curve on the perfect
lips,
"Yes," e
he ina low voice with
the, thrill
in it which passion, alone
can give—the passion that burns like
the smouldering fire of a volcano, the
fire that, though it seems so still,
80 innocent, may buret into a death+
dealing :dame at any moment, "Yes;
you said you were coming, aride-t ape
here,"
Sho smiled with the woman'stoler-
ance for the love she docs not de-
sire.
"You may stay," she said. "My
father—well, he may look in for a
moment before the musical farce le
over, Are you alone? Is" -.she paused
An impegceptible instant—"Is Lord
N:annering here?"
The question was put in the most
casual way, but a cloud descended on
the sallow face and tthe lids drooped
over the brilliant eyes.
"Vane is here, or will bo here, 1
think," he replied,. "I came early.. 1[
wanted to see—this new piece,"' •
"Yes?" she said. "It is rather
good, is it not? The peoplo aro
laughing a great deal,"
"But not the piece alone," he went
on. in a lower voice, "Yo. u said you
were coining early, you remember,"
"Did I? with as
1o I
fogc.
t "
r
"Ah, yes, but I do not!" he said,
not in the tone with which such com-
pliments aro paid, but a little hoarse-
ly, with a twitch of the thin lips,
e restless movement of the white
Mende so near her'gleaming shoulder.
"I never forget, never lose the chance
of being near you, you know."
"Hush!" she whispered with 'her
voice of subtle music, "You must
listen to the play—and let me do.
so,"
There was a pause, during which ho
looked, not at the stage, but at her
—looked with the passion smoulder -
leg in his eyes, beating in the sal-
low cheeks which had grown some-
what sunken, breathing from the set
kips—and she, leaning back and feel -
hag his gaze, seemed so serenely, ex-
quisitely calm and emotionless that
one would have said that no passion
could have power to touch hor oven
with. the ends of its burning fingers.
But suddenly, though hor °Yea did
not move, her bosom rose and fell
quickly. Sho had heard a step 'in the
corridor—Vane entered the box.
Sho did not turn her head, but de-
spite herself, her marvelous power of
self-control, the color dyed her face
and her eyes shone..
Julian saw the momentary change,
the flash of emotion that betrayed
her, and his face went pallid, his lips
grow straight and there flashed into
his now sombre eyes a gleam .ef hate
—the hate which, joined with, Jeal-
ousy, is of all kinds the moot malig-
nant, the most merciless.
Vane did not come forward, but,
with a bow and a smile, dropped in-
to a .chair behind the curtain, so
that he wasunseen by • Nina, whose
eyes were still turned to the beauti-
ful woman, now languidly fanning
herself, with a new touch .of color in
her face, a new light in her eyes.
So they sat, in silence now, for
Vane was one of those persons who,
oddly enough, in these .days when
most well-bred people appear •to re-
gard the theatre as a place for con-
versation, did not talk•whilo the cur-
tain was up. He leant back and
looked on at the play with at first
an absent air, but presently -' an in-
terest awakened in spite of =himself.
She h teased to Vane's regular
breathing; and Julian sat with his
arms folded, hislids lowered, his
eyes fixed on the hem of •the dress of
the woman he had grown to love
with a passion that absorbed, de-
voured him, and left him no rest for
bsody or soul. And nothing about him
Moved but the tick, tick of the nerve
in his hollow cheek.
As the play drew to an end the in-
terest, the laughter of the audienee
increased,. and when the •curtain fell
there was one of those outbursts of
applause which managers, actors, au-
thors, love to hear..
"The Betrothed" was a genuine,
unmistakable success.
The applause seemed to deafen Ni-
na. Sho watched the actors and ace
tresses cross before the curtain, and
she longed• to clap her hands—for,
oh, how greteful she was to them!
—but she felt incapable of movement.
Iter heart beat so wildly that she
did not at first hear the cries of
"Author! Author! Author!" but as
theyrete louder and noire i2lststCnt
1;
she began to tremble, and, clutehing
her opera -cloak round her, she . rose
and fled; so thin
avhc n Mr. Harcourt
came forward, with his hand On his
heart, and announced that the au-
thor was not in the theatre, he. mar=
velous to relate, spoke the truth. .
Vane moved forward and stood bY
Judith's chair.
"A pretty play," he said, "And a
clever one. I am sorry I did not . see.
It all." - !'
She swept her magnificent dress
from the chair beside her, but he did
not 'accept the invitation. He glanced
wearily, listlessly, round the houss,
then, ns if he remembered why he
had come to the boX,, he (laid;
"Julian and I go ,down to Lesbor-
ougzh to-inorrow. 'There is to be , a
house party in aweek, as volt know,
May I ask Sir Chandoe to bring
you? Lady Fanworthy plays chaps
rone. I hope you will come."
Iter heart beat swiftly, but she
looked straight before her, so that
Julian, who was watching her front
behind with a feverish eagertlesh,
grow sick with su
"Thanks, very much," she said at
last, with an instant lifting of her
eyes to Vane's face. "You know"—
hi
now'-•hi a bower voice, one scarcely above
a whisper—"that I should comet"
"I ant glad," he maid, gravely.
Then ho looked at .his watch,
"Aro you going?" she asked in the
matte tone.
"Yes, presently," Ito said. "Goode
[tight. 1 will had Sir Chandos."
After he had gone the sat . and
ooked straight before her; Julian
moved and the turned to hila, her
eyes cold as lee, and glittering like
the diamonds on her breast.
"Will you find my father and toll
him I gut going cit to the 'Van-
laleut''s after the first act,. air.
Shore?"
Julian rose and loft the box. But
n the corridor he It ,need n0)110117
0
ed ono burning 'White hand to Ws
lips as if to stilt the quiver of hate
and jealousy; then, with drooped lids
and fact, set like it vans', ho went on.
his errand.
Nina could not go backs to the
theatre, and she paced up- and down
the Strand, seeing nothing, hearing
,nothing, with the applause still 'deaf-
-ening her, the lights .of the theatre
still blinding her.
Her play was a success. Oh, how
happy, how glad she must bel .A
sitcoms! She bed found her true
work at, last—no, so soon, so soon!
The gods had been good to her 'be-
yond all nleasurcment. A success.—
Then suddenly she stopped and an'
inarticulate cry rose from her lips,
Judith!• The woman he loved!
linek Tt all swopped on her, and her
joy turned to. ;nisery,
She 'found her way to the stage-
door. Polly canto rushing out and
caught her by the rem. -
"Decimal" she gasped, "Decimal
What a success! Oh, oh, ohl But.
what is the matter?" she broke ori,.
aghast at the white face, the misery -
haunted eyes. . "You look es if you'd
seen a ghost. You're not—ill?"
"No,. no!" said poor Nina. "It is
—is the,slfsponso, the excitement."
folly Brow a. breath of relief,
"I Here— cab!
Got in!
Oh, lot us get home! . Never mind
'the supper! Let us. get home!',
CT1APT1":1t 'XVII. -
It was not a large party at Les-
borough, but it wasa very pleasant
ono, and; all Were agreed that Vane
n ae a splenclie host. Ili
did not
make the mistake of attempting to
amuse his guests; nowattays we re-
fuse to he emitted and are best left
to ourselves; and what we like is a
largo house, run on the lines of a
first-rate hotel, where we can do as
wu please—and have ,no bilis to pay
at the iinislt. •-
Ilrectkf;l8t at• I.esborough was a
movable iear,t; so also was lunch,
1
and ,not seldom 'the guests met to-
gether for the first time m the • day
at the eight o'clock dinner; which
was a meal that. 'net with the ap-
pro''al even of Sir Charities Orme,
who was somewhat exacting in the
matter of his food—and drink.
elect of the men were out all day
with their guns or their rods—there
are sea -trout in, tho Leeway that
runsthrough the estate—ana some of
the women jollied them at lunch or
rode out with the tea -baskets. Vane
had His gun and his fishing -rod
standing each•• morning against the
terrace ready 'for either sport, and
did not seem • to .care which it was;
IncIetn . he usually sat on the coping
with his .pipe in "hes mouth while the
program was•being settled, and took
up either weapon with equal cheer-
fulness—and, alas! indifference.
The Letchfords, who were of course
of. the party, discussed hint in the
privacy of their own room.
"Ho seems very little better than.
ho was on the night we found him,"t;
Sir Charles rotnarked, regretfully.
"Whatever. he had got on his mind is
there still. He's . behaving like—like
a brick and keeping everything going
her splendidly, but—"
"But he is not happy," finished
Lady Letchford. "He tries' to hide
the trouble, whatever it is, and I
dare say most of the people " here
think him the happiest and most
fortunate of men; but you and I
know bene;, don't we, Charlie? .And
there is someone else) who knows,it--
Lady Fanworthy."
".Alt; site always was a clever one!"
remarked• Letchford.
"Yee; and she's fond of him," said
his wife. "I sec her looking at him
every now and then- with a curious
and pained glance, as if she wonder-
ed what was the matter, and wish-
ing she could help him."
"So do I," said Latchford, with a
sigh. "I'm deuced ,fond of him;
Blanche."
"it is not dinicult—to be foud of.
him, I mean," responded Lady
Blanche, comprehensively.
"Jolly good thing he's taken- a
fancy• to his cousin Julian lehore.
Good-looking chap, isn't he, and
agreeable, tool"
Lady I.etchford was silent for a
moment.
"Yes," she said. "He is good-
looking enough; but—" -
Sir Charles laughed, and yawned;
he had been shooting all day.
"But you don't care for him eh?
What fancies you women eget! I
should have thought he would have
been b 1just illsort
C Of man
you would
have admired and liked; a fellow who
Sings. like an opera chop and looks
like --like an Adonis, and always says
and dogs the right thing." - -
"Perfection, in short," said Lady
Letchford. "But then we don't caro
'Woe .perfection lit a man—that's • why
I like •you, Charlie, 1 suppose—It's
poaching on our preserves, you .see.
Do make haste or we shall be late
for dinner,. and it's the one thing
dear old Lady Fanworthy sticks et.
She almost frowned at .i udith Orme
when she came in late last night."
"Alt, yes; I see You 'and Judith
have made it up, Blanche."
"You 'see nothing of the kind," re,
tortes, Lady Letchford from her
dressing room. • "Perhaps yots mean
that We are civil to each other --we
tcotiIdit't quarrel or cut each other in
another man's house."
"Oh, that's+ it, is it?" said Sir
Charles. "By the way, do yon notice
how smitten Julian Shore Is?"
"Of cotn•sc I do," said Lady
Letchford. "I am not 11t1incd, But I
[Von t talk any more or you'll never
be reacly. I cannot understand why
it should take it man so Tong to tie
that ridiculous white tie, I'd do it
in half a minute—"
"]letter Come and do it now,"
"I shall doe"•rtntitilig of elle kind,
You're quite, hid—and ,sgl.' -enough
to dress yourself, 'Oh, go away,
Charlie! Here coulee Louise! And
shirt the door oe ;yon will go on
talking. 1 am sure we eltell be
late!"
't'hdy were itt time for dinner after
all. It was hs usual it rtuerry til+ctrl,
for the inch had had a good day,
end the women h'e're: rejoiced to have
thong back. "i'ene alone Was rather
silent, ars usual, but front lila place
et the bottens of trio table, efeeleng
/AO YWnWorrhy, the gentled wlibi7Mi00'1
the •convoreatiot required a smile
from him, and he spoke now and
again to lady Lisle who, with her
husband, was dining at the Hall
thitt night, and who sat at big
right. A little further down the
table was Judith Orme, the most
beautiful and the best dressed wo-
man. present. Lord Lisle was next
her and she seemed to be listening
with interest to his detailed ,account
Pi
tiro 's s; every
and thendayher•eyespurtwabutndered to the
grave face "the !bottop of the
table; and every time they fio wand.
used, +l alien, who sat opnosito her, '
noted the.glance, though his soft voice,
Hover heel -tilted end his pleasant
smile never faltered. He seemed scar-
cely to loch: at her, but not a ;novo-
n2ent, not a word of hors escaped
hits, 'though ho .appeared engrossed
with the young girl whom ho had
taken in, and who was chatting with
the volubility .of nineteen, -
T'he talk ran itscourse in the
light, .desultory manner of table -talk,
and Lady Fanworthy, en her black
silk and priceless lace, leant- back
with the serenity ettthe hostess when
her dinner 18 going well, and looked
thoughtfully at Vane with ,the. , ex-
pression in her keen, eyes which Lady
Letchford bad of ced. �
Presently Sir Chandos Shane's thin.
falsetto voice was heard in a moment
of silence.
."Dropped in at 'the Homes last
night," he said:, he had run up to
Town to interview hisbeauty-doctor
the day before. "They're going welt
and strong. Was in time for that
r
h 4t• piece:, deuced clover! Harcourt I
went behind to—era-see a man I know
—told me that•'he's commissioned the
author to ,wr•ito a comedy; and Ilea-
court expects a big success with it,"
isn"'Quitothu?" a' said Jnew muan,
lian.and very ypung,
"Quite a boy. His name's Herbert
Wood," replied Sir Chandos, signing,
to Prance to fill his glass—for the
fourth time -r' lid a, cripple;• Ila
court hasn't seen him yet. tee's a
friend of the Polly Bamford who'smade such a hit . in the first piece;
and Hat'court comcnunicates with him
through her "
"Quito mysterious and—stagey,"
murmured. Judith Orme. "You red
member the piece, Lord. Lesborough?"
"Yes; quite well, what I saw of
it," said Vane. "1 should think the
author would write a very good
comedy. We must all go and see it."
"1:- say, Shore," said Sir Chandos
with tho flickering of the eyelids and
the twitching of the lips which al-
ways followed , his fourth glass - of
champagne, ;`I had a regular fright
just now."
Julian raised his eyes. "Metaphori-
cally speaking, of course," ho said.
"You were in the Seventy-second,
•Sir Chandos?" -
Sir Chandos showed his perfectly
constructed teeth.
"By gad, .yes; we weren't easily
frightened, But I. give yon -my word
I was—well, rather startled. I was
coining down front my room the short
way—a little late"—he 'smiled. and
boWod to Lady Fanworthy="and I
ran up against the most extraordie
nary looking person. She didn't
seem to hear me, when I came. be-
Itind her, and when she turned—well,
outside Madame Tussaud's I've never
seen anything like her. A walking.
corpse, by George! And I fancy she
must be deaf and dumb, for when I
apologized for running against her
site just turned and looked at tee
like—like' a statue, •touched her lips
and ears and glided into that den of
yours. Who is she, eh?"
ulian watched Prance fill his glass
and stopped. _him when it was
half full, before he replied; quite
•casua}ly: .
"She is an old servant. of mine.
tier name is Deborah. I'm sorry she
startled ;you."
"Oh, that's all right," said Sir
Chandos, but grudgingly. "But you
n1Ur;t have a .queer. fancy. If she be-
longed to me I ,should send her to
Bement .& Bailey's."
-I'm sure'•ou would," said Julian
so snloothi,, [nut there was a gener-
al lau,it.
, '1'hte fact is," said Vane, with a
nod and a smile at Julian, "no one
but an old and faithful servant
would stand the awful smells of..
Juli'an's den."
"Yon ge in for chemistry, 1 ung}er-
etan,d, Shore?" said Lord Lisle. "A
i!
most 0 interesting
study.I used to
dabble in it, but quite unprofession-
ally. What .branch have you taken
tip?"
.Julian shrugged 1 his shoulders, gg' de the
slight shrug which hinted at his
Spanish blood. "O12, well," he Ye-
nned, modestly, "I am trying to find
a new color,"
"Really! How interesting! How
clever you must be!" exclaimed the
r 'r
young girl. "X hope. it willbe a
nice color, one that will suit us
ladies,"
"Any color I am fortunate enough
to discover will possess that vir-
tue," he'retorted with tt slight bow.
"Ono of these clays Julian will
awake to find himself fatuous," said
Anne; "and in quite a now line for
the elannet•ings, l don't think uny
of thein has come out strong as it
scientist,"
".1 should 80 like to see your -101e
oratory; is that the right nauuo,,,
Maid the young girl. '
".JuIfart smiled at ler indulgently.
""So you shall; whenever ;t•ou phrase;
though there is veru little to 840.''
"Take my advice, Miss Linuuiug-
ton, and—don't," Raid l•nno.
"You'll see not it Ing but pots aur!
pans in a varlets of glues :Intl iron;
and you •will l' assailed bt• a smell
that will halite. t•ou more than guy
glued eott have nt tite Mange."
"Lord l.o8horoergh's advice is
good, I mama ,run," said Julien
to it It a charming; frankness and. snecl-
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• wale, he had smokeq on the Fairy
Isle, The conversation promptly
took a sporting direction, and Vane
bore his share of it; but every now
and then he became preoccupied and
'absent-minded, and presently he
said:
"Won't any one take any more
-wine? Orme?" -
Sir Chandos filled his glass, tossed
it . off, and rose, a trifle shaky, Piththe others. �
Wlren they entered the drawing -
room, Judith was at the piano play-
ing in the soft, indolent fashion in
which women play while they aro
waiting for the num; and she stop-
ped andlooked mechanically at Jul-
ian, for, as usual, everybody wanted
to ar
him ng.
"Is
heit too soosin after dinner, Jul-
ian?" said Vane, with his band on
Julians. shoulder,
"No," he'said, ''il Miss Orme will
play. the accompaniment."
Sho looked at him, beyond him.
"Vote usually play your own," she
sa'.
"idThis is a iteW one," he said; "and.
•I 'cant play,at sight."
She sat down to• the piano, with
the faintest everrestion of resigna-
tion, and play'tel the prelude, and he
sang.
It was Pinsuti's `" 'Tis I," and he
sang it—well, his rendering of the
fatuous song would have satisfied ev-
en the composer. 'The conversation
faltered and diol out, and every one
listened in a pr,,tound, an emotional
silence,
"Oh, a it is ee'nutiful, hoautifult"
murmured the yet ng hiss 1 imtxling-
ton, "What a lovely. lovely voice
,err. Shoe has; and how exquisitely
he sin%.5!„
\•ane, who hrtlii'otoil to he near her,
nodded perfect e c t'-c'urent,
"Ws; my cousin has a wonderful
voice, hasn't he?" he said, warren%
"Met him to sing 'Kathleen Mavour-
nt en,' I shoeldnet be surprised if he
teekee -100 eiee"
•
.Julian sang "Iiatltleon Alavour-
neen," and succeeded in bringing
teal's to the eyes of more titan Miss
Lintmington.
"First rate; splendid!" said Sir
Charles, witha
half -defiant glance at
his Wife. "Sing us something else,
Shore?"
flat Julian courteously declined.
With the Spanish shrug of the shoul-
ders
l -
dors he left the piano and sauntered
to the Trench windows, which had
been left open, for the night was
warns, and passed out on to the ter-
race. Ile thought that he was clone,
r ba
nt
1 lit a cigarette and lc e.nt
and he t �, t a
against the stone railing,
his eyelidss
drooping, his long lashes sweeping
his sallow cheek. Music excites the
performer as well as the listener,
stub his heart was boating ctui.:ly.
While he had been singing •his eyes
had rested upon Judith Crmc's+ pro-
file. From her beauty he had drawn
the inspiration which had earl-l.sl
hint to move his hearers as they heel
'leen moved. And now his heart was
aching for her, as it always ached
tits moment he was out of her
eight. At first he had fought against
the passion Which had taken pos.e,s-
sion of hila. had tried to argue him -
Self out of it; but See had long rous-
ed to struggle, and now surrendered
himself as the demoniac surrenders
to the spirit thnt enthralls it. And
jealousy was adding another torture)
to that of unrequited love, for he had
seen, ethicist on the first day. the
day he hod called on her with `'ane,
that she was in love with his cousin.
Love snakes the dullest man (mice.
and sheep -eyed whore the wo-
man lie loves is concerned. and Jul -
inn had discovered that. Judith wits
riot heartless, as the World eoushb'r-
eci her, but that her hteart. had been
eite8 to Mane, Fete Tmd willed that
1,18 coesan sllouh' " u%,lc i<te;, in
bet wrml hint 1 1 tb,' T:onharough
;;eerago, but tl,:tt he sl••ulld 81urtf be-
tween hits and lite 'woman :than[ he
bleed with an otlsorh}ng t ai•siott
Which W119 1410tt•ly vein to nttt,luess.
'With 0 gesture ,•f .le`;)•ait• he tiling;
the end of his cleat -vile uway .ttnil
went toward:4 the feel of til! terrace.
As he was hscolding tin' Steps he
saw Sir Chandos Oime coming out
of the smoking -room where • he had
been for the brandy -and -soda which
pulled him together after his dinner_
At the same moment there - was the:
frou-frou of a Woman's dress, and
one of this ladies stepped on to the
terrace from the drawing -room, and.
Julian heard Sir Chaados say, cau-
tiously:
"Is that you, Judith?"
Julian went softly down the steps
and stood under the terrace listen-
ing.
"Yes, father; do you want me?'s
replied Judith, coming towards him;
They stopped almost immediately
above Julian, so that he could hear
every word, though both father and
daughter spoke in a low voice.
"Yes," said Sir Chandos with a
slight hiccough. "Look hero, Judith,
I Want to talk to you. I'm getting
anxious, uneasy. You don't seem to
be making much of this game—now,
don't bo ofTended and turn away
like that. I won't have it! I've been
a good father to you-"
Site laughed with a kind of weary
scorn.
"I am listening," she said, coldly.
"Kell, then, I'll .go further and say
you-see111 to lie to be making a
mess of it. We've been down here—
how long is it?—and you are no 'for -
racier' than you were in London. I've
got eyes in my head, of course, and
I can see, anyone could see, that
Les')orongh isn't in the least smit-
ten. The man sums to be like a
block of ice, confounds himr 'Pears
to nee you've completely lost your
old power over
She leant against the stone coping,
her hands clasoedi tightly, hor eyes
fixed on the darkness.
—"Now don't go of er the old
ground and tell ine it's my fault,
that's all past and gone."
"I was not going to do so," she,
said in a low voice. "It would be.
useless."
Quite so," he asserted. "Nothing
is more painful than that kind of—of
bickering between father and daugh-
ter, especially when they understand
each other as you and I do. What I
wanted to say was that, In my opin-
ion lahoi n
Kh
isn't a
marryingin
g
mail, thaten mar-
ry;
he doesn't n t Int d to r -
2a
ry; and that he intends this Julian
Shore t.o succeed hilt here. You can't
help ohsort ing this—the fuss Vane
n r' clew'
t a.cs o rr rho f 11
'.Reil•,>" she s:a±,i. after it }souse.
Sir
Chandos got Ont a cigar, but
aftre q trhelee t rim:; tip'-te'rruee, re-
flt!
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Q.-8110;1 fo, t c,nernIb "Well,
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