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BEGIN HERE TODAY Coir'wl Holies, soldier and adventurer, returns to England, his native land, when war with Holland is declared. It is dangerous for Holies to secure a commission in the English army because the name of Randal Holies, father of the colonel, appears on the warrant for tne execution of the late kins. A friend of the colonel, named Tucker, is arrested for plotting against the (oremmeof. Because Hol-l<-9 has been seen in Tucker's company, a warrant is also out for his arrest. His Grace of Buckingham hires Hollea to abduct the actress. Sylvia Farquharson. Holies waits for Sylvia to leave the theater. then, with the help of hired rogues. he carries off the octrees. When paesersby hear the rirl’a screams Holies tells them that she Is stricken delirious with the plague. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY EHAT checked their swift advance. Miss Farquharson, who had overheard the Colonel's warning and perceived its paralyzing effect upon those rescuers wh£m she had been regarding as Heaven-sent, leaned forward !*r frenzied fear that the trap was about to close upon her. "He lies! He lise” she shrieked in her terror. “It is false! I have not the plague I have not the plague! I ewear itl Do net heed him, sirs Do not he'd him! Deliver from these villain*. Oh, of your charity, sirs ... in God’s name ... do not abandon me, or I am a lost woman else!" • They stood at gaze, moved by her piteous cries, yet hesitating what to believe. Holies addressed them, speaking sadly: “She is distraught, poor soul. Demented. Tam her husband, sirs, and she fancies me an enemy. lam told it is a common enough state in those upon whom this terrible disease has fastened.” It was a truth of which ill London was aware by now that he onslaught of the plague was comnonly attended by derangement of he mind and odd delusions* "And or your governance, sirs, I should ell you that I greatly fear I am, myelf, already infected. I beg you. hen, not to detain me, but to stand side so that we may regain our home before my strength is spent.” Behind him Mias Farquharson conimied t# scream her furious cremals ind her piteosu entreaties that they should deliver her.

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if they still doubted, yet they dared not put their doubts to the test. Aghast, spent by her effort, Miss [ Farquharson sank back with a moan, feeling herself exhausted and abandoned. But when one of the chairmen, in obedience to an order from the Colonel, pulled the apron open, she at once leapt up and out, and would have gone speeding thence but that the other bearer caught her about her slender body, and held her firmly whilst his fellow wound now about her head a long scarf which Holies had tossed him for the purpose. That done, they made fast her hands behind h*r with a handkerchieg, thrust her back into the chair, and shut her in. On it went, then away to the left, and up the steep gardient of Paul’s Chains, and- lastly to the right into Knight Ryder Street. Before a substantial house on the north side of this, between Paul’s Chains and Sermon Lane, the cljair came to a final standstill and was set down. The roof was raised and the apron pulled open, and hands seized upon her to draw her forth. She hung back, a dead HE STAGGERED FORWARD AND FELL ON HIS KNEES.

weight, in a last futile attempt at resistance. Then she felt herself bodily lifted in strong arms and swung to a man's shoulder. ' Thus Holies bore her into the house, wherein the chair, the polas having been removed, was also presently bestowed. The Colonel turned to the right of the roomy hall in which two silent figures stood at attention —Buckingham's other two French lackeys—and entered a moderate-sized square chamber, somberly furnished and somberly wainscoted from bare floor to whitened ceiling. In the middle of the room a table with massive corkscrew legs was laid for supper, and on its polished surface gleamed crystal and silver in the light from the great candle-bra;ieh that occupied its middle. The long window overlooking the street was close-shuttered, the shutters barred. Under this stood a daybed of cane and carved oak, furnished with velvet cushions of a dull wine color. To this daybed Holies conveyed his burden. Having set her down, he stooped to remove the handkerchief that bound her wrists. It was a compassionate act, for he knew that the pinioning must be causing pain by now to her arms l nder the broad brim of his hat, his lace, moist from his exertions, gleamed white, his lips were tightly compressed. Hitherto Yntent upon the accomplishment of the business as he had planned it, he had given little thought to its ugly nature. Now suddenly as he bent over this figure, at cnce o graceful, so delicate and frail, as a faint sweet perfume that she used assailed his nostrils conveying to his senses a suggestion of her daintiness and femininity, disgust of the thing l.e did ovt rwhelmed him, like physical nausea. He turned, away, to close the door, tossing aside his hat and cloak, and mopping his brow as he went, for the sweat was running down him like lasting on a capon. Whilst he was crossing the room she struggled to her feet, and her hands being now at liberty she tugged and tore at the scarf until she loosed it so that it slipped 4wri from her face and hung in folds about her neek and shoulders above the line of her lowcut modish bodice. He closed the door and turned again, to face her. He attempted to smother in a smile, the hangdog expression of his countenance. “Unless you suffer me tc depart at once, you shall ...” There she paused Hoarse and tense came her voice at last “Who are yqu? What . . . what is your name?’’ He stared in his turn, checking in the very act of mopping his brow, wondering what it was she saw in him to be moving her so oddly. “You are Randal Holies!” she cried in a wild, strained note. He advanced a step in a sort of consternation, breathless, some sudden, ghastly emotion tearing at his heart, eyeing her wildly, his jaw fallen, his whole face livid as a dead man’s. ' “Randal Holies!” she repeated in that curiously tortured voice. “You! You of all men—and to do this thing!’’ Where there had been only wild! amazement in her eyes, he beheld no-v? a growing horror, until mercifully she covered her face with her hands. For a moment he copied her action. He, too, acting spasmodically, covered his face. The years rolled back; the room with its table laid for that infamous sypper melted, away to be replaced in his vision by a cherry orchard in bloom, and in that orchard a g.rl on a swing, teasing yet adorable, singing a song that brought him, young and clean and honorable, hastening to her side. He saw himself a bid of twenty going out Into the world with a lady's glove in his hat—a glove that to this day he cherished—bent upon knight-errantry for that sweet lady's sake, to conquer the world, not less, that he might east it in her lap. And he saw her —this Sylvia Firquharson of the Duke s. Theater—as she had been in those long-dead days when her name was Nancy Sylvester. The years had wrought in her appearance a change that utterly disguised her. \

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OUR BOARDING HOUSE—By AHERN

THE OLD HOAIE TOWN—By STANLEY

with horror of a different kind. His soul might have been swept by pain and anger to find Nancy Sylvester, whom his imagination had placed high and inaccessible as the very stars, whose memory had acted as a beacon to him, casting a pure white light to guide him through the quagmire of manjl a vile temptation, reduced to this state of —as-he judged it—evil splendor. Just now, however, the consciousness of his own infamous position blotted out all other thought.

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He staggered forward and fell on his knees before her. “Nan! Nan!” he cried in a strangled voloe, “I did not know. I did not dream. . .” It was enough to confirm the very worst of the fears that were assailing her, to afford her that explanation of his presence against which she had been desperately struggling In defiance of the overwhelming evidences. She stood before him, a woman of little more than average height and :fa fa** ".1 • .fa' : 1 ' * " ' ' T -I.

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of an almost sapling grace, yet invested with something proud and regal and aloof that did not desert her even now in this terrible situation at once of peril and of the cruelest disillusion. She was dressed, as it chanced, entirely in white, and all white she stood before him save where the folds of the blue scarf with which she had been muffled still'hung about her neck and bosom. No whiter than her oval face was her gown of shimmering ivory satin.

OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS

AND HIS FRIENDS—By BLOSSER

“What I have done, undo.” he said, and, commanding himself under the stress of that urgent necessity, he assumed a sudden firmness. “Come! As I carried you hither, in defiance of all, so will I carry you hence again at once while yet there is time.” She recoiled before the hand that he flung out as if to seize her and compel her. There was a sudden fury of anger in her eyes, a fury of scorn on her lips. “You will carry me h#nee! Youl I am to trust myself to you!”

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—By TAYLOB

He never winced under the lash of her contempt, so intent was ha upon that one urgent thing. “Will you stay, then, and trust yourself to Buckingham?” he flung fiercely back at her. “Come. I say,” he commanded, oddly masterful in his overwhelming concern for her. “With you? Oh, not that! Never with you! Never!” He beat his hands together in his frenzy of impatience. (Continued in Oar Neat Isaac)

—By MARTIN