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By KATHERINE CECIL THURSTON, Author of "The Circle." Etc.

Copyright. 1004. by fcve, looking back, saw toe expreslion. It attracted and beld her. like a sudden glimpse into a secret room. In ill the years of ber marriage, in the months of her courtship even, she had aerer surprised the look on Cbilcote's face. The Impression came quickly nd with It a strange, warm rush of interest that Weeded slowly, leaving an odd sense of loneliness. But. at the moment that the feeling came and passed, her attention was claimed In anP Dther direction. A slight, fair haired boy forced Lis way toward ber through the press of people that filled the corridor. f "Mrs. Chilcoter be exclaimed. "Can I believe my luck in finding you alone?" Eve laughed. It seemed that there was relief in her laugh. "How absurd you are, Bobby!" she said kindly. "But you are wrong. My husband is here. I am waiting for him." Blessington looked around. "Oh!" be fcaid. "Indeed!" Then he relapsed into silence. He was the soul of good nature, but those who knew him best knew that Cbilcote's summary change of secretaries had rankled. Eve, conscious of the little jar, made haste to smooth it away. "Tell me about yourself." she said. What have you been doing?' Blessington looked at her, then smiled again, his buoyancy restored. "Doing?" be said. "Oh, calling every other afternoon at Groavenor square, only to find that a certain lady is never at home." - At his tone Eve laughed again. The boy. with bis frank and ingenuous nature, bad beguiled many a dull hour for her in past days, and she had missed him not a little when his face had been filled by Greening. "But I mean seriously, Bobby. Has something good turned up?" Blessington made a wry face. "Something is on its way. That's why I'm on duty tonight. Old Bramfell and the pater are working it between them, so if Lady Bramfell or Lady Astrupp happen to drop a fan or a handkerchief this evening I've got to be here to pick it up. See?" "As you picked up my fans and handkerchiefs last year and the year before?" Eve smiled. Blessington's face suddenly looked grave. "I wish you hadn't said that," be said. Then he paused abruptly. Out of the hum of talk behind them a man's laugh sounded. It was not loud, but it was a laugh that one seldom hears in a London drawing room. It expressed interest, amusement and in an inexplicable way it seemed also to express strength. live and Bessington both turned involuntarily. By Jove!" said Blessington. Eve said nothing. Loder was parting with Lakeley and his was the laugh that had attracted them both. The interest excited by his talk was still reflected in his face and bearing as he made his way toward them. "V.v Jove!" said Blessington again. I never realized that Chilcote was so . tall." Again Eve said nothing. But silently and with a more subtle meaning she found herself echoing the words. , Until he was quite close to her Loder ( did" not seem to see her. Then he stopped quietly. "I was speaking to Lakeley," he said. He wants me to dine with him one night at Cadogan Gardens." But Eve was silent, waiting for him to address Blessington. She glanced ait him quickly, but though their eyes met he did not catch the meaning that lay in hers. It was a difficult moment. She bad known him Incredibly, almost ' ' unpardonably absentmlnded, but it had invariably been when he was suffering from nerves, as she phrased it to herself. But tonight he was ob viously in the, possession of unclouded faculties. She colored . slightly and glanced tinder her lashes at Blessington. Had the same idea struck him, she wondered? But he was studiously studying a suit of Chinese armor that stood close by in a niche of the wall. "Bobby has been keeping me amused while you talked to Mr. Lakeley," she said pointedly. - Directly addressed. Loder turned and looked at Blessington. "How d'you do?" he said, with doubtful cordiality. The name of Bobby conveyed nothing to him. ,,:JV, To his surprise Eve looked annoyed and Blessington's fresh colored face deepened in tone.,W"ith a slow, uncomfortable sensation he was aware of having struck a wrong note. There was a short, unpleasant pause. Then, more by intuition than actual sight. Blessington saw Eve's eyes turn from him to Loder. and with quick tact he saved the situation. "How d'you do, sir?'" he responded, with a smile. - "I congratulate you on looking so so uncommon well. I was Just telling Mrs. Chilcote that I hold n commission for Lady Astrupp tonight. I'm a sort of scout at present reporting on the outposts." He spoke fast and without much meaning, but bis boyish voice eased the strain. Eve thanked him with a smile. Then we mustn't interfere with a Jier.on on active service." she said. Be!des, we have our own duties to irtl through." She smiled again and, touching Loder's arm, indicated the reception rooms. When they entered the larger of the two rooms Lady Bramfell was still receiving her guests. She was a tall and angular woman who, except for a eertain beauty of hands and feet and n certain similarity of voice, possessed nothing in common with her sister Lillian. She was speaking to a group of people as they approached, and the first sound of her sweet and rather drawling tones touched Loder with a curious momentary feeling a vague suggestion of awakened memories. Then the suggestion vanished as she turned and greeted Eve.

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Harper O Brother -How swec or you to comer sne murmured. And it seemed to Loder that a more spontaneous sr.ile lighted up her face. Then she extended her hand to him. "And you, too!" she added. "Though I fear we shall bore you dreadfully." Watching her with interest, he saw the change of expression as her eyes turned from Eve, to him and noticed a colder tone in her voice as she addressed him directly. The observation moved him to self assertion. "That's a poor compliment to me," he said. "To be bored is surely only a polite way of being inane." Lady Bramfell smiled. "What!" she exclaimed. "You defending your social reputation?" Loder laughed a little. "The smaller It is the more defending it needs," he replied. Another stream of arrivals swept by them as he spoke. Eve smiled at their hostess and moved across the room, and he perforce followed. As be gained ber side the little court about Lady Bramfell was left well in the rear, the great throng at the farther end of the room was not yet reached, and for the moment they were practically alone. There was a certain uneasiness In that moment of companionship. It seemed to him that Eve wished to speak, but hesitated. Once or twice she opened and closed the fan that she was carrying, then at last, as if by an effort, she turned and looked at him. "Why were you so cold to Bobby Blessington?" she asked. x-"Doesu"t it seem discourteous to ignore him as tou did?" Her manner was subdued. t was not the annoyed manner that one uses to a man when he has behaved ill; it "There's no penalty for separating hus band and ivifef" was the explanatory tone one might adopt toward au incorrigible child. Loder felt this, but the gist of a re mark always came to him first, its mode of expression later. The fact that it was Blessington whom he had encountered Blessington to whom he had spoken with vague politenesscame to him with a sense of unpleas antness. He was not to blame in the matter, nevertheless he blamed him self. He was annoyed that he should have made the slip In Eve's presence. They were moving forward, nearing the press of people in the second room when Eve spoke, and the fact filled him with an added sense of annoy ance. People smiled and bowed to her from every side; one woman leaned forward as they passed and whis pered something in her ear. Again the sensation of futility and vexation filled him; again he realized how palpable was the place she hld in the world. Then, as his feelings reached their height and speech seemed forced upon him, a small man with a round face, matching a glimpse of Eve, dart-, ed from a circle of people' gathered in one of the windows and came quickly toward them. With an unjust touch of irritation he recognized Lord Bram fell. Acaiu the sense of Eve's aloofness stung him as their host approached In another moment she would be lost to him among this throng of strangers claimed by them as by right. "Eve," he said involuntarily and un der his breath. She half paused and turned toward him. "Yes?" she said, and he wonder ed if it was his imagination that made the word sound slightly eager. "About that matter of Blessington, he began; then he stopped. Bramfell had reached them. The little man came up smiling and with an outstretched hand. "There's no penalty for separating husband and wife, is there, Mrs. Chilcote? How are you, Chilcote?" He turned from one to the other with the quick, noiseless manner that always characterized him Loder turned aside to hide his vexa tion. but Eve greeted their host with her usual self possessed smile. "You are exempt frtm all penalties tonight." she said. Then she turned to greet the members of his party who had strolled across from the window in his wake. As she moved aside Bramfell looked at Loder. "Well, Chilcote, have you dipped Into the future yet?" he asked with a laugh. Loder echoed the laugh, but said nothing. In his uncertainty at the question he reverted to his old re source of silence. Bramfell raised his eyebrows "What!" he said. "Don't tell me that my sister-in-law hasn't engaged you as a victim." Then he turned in Eve's direction. "You've heard of our

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Eve looked round from the lively group by which she was surrounded. "Lillian's crystal gazing? Why. of course!" she said. "She should make a very beautiful seer. We are all quite etirious." Bramfell pursed up his lips. "She has a very beautiful tent at the end of the conservatory. It took five men as many days to rig it up. We could not hear ourselves talk for hammering. My wife said it made her feel quite philanthropic, it reminded ber so much of a chanty bazaar. Everybody laughed, and at the same moment Blessington came quic-Kiy i across the room and joined the group, "Ilello:" be said. "Anybody , , Witcheston? lie s next on my list ior the crystal business.' Atrain the whole party laughed, ana , Bramfell, stepping to Blessington's arm in moc ; "Witcheston is plaving bridge, likes Wilt- Lit" a L'n - " " 1 a sensible man." he said. "Leave him j in ieace, Bobby." Blessington made a comical grimace. "But I'm working this on commercial principles," he said, "i Keep tne nsr, names and hours complete, aau iau Astrupp gazes in blissful ignorance as to who her victims are. The whole thing is great, simple and statistical." "For goodness' sake, Bobby, shut s!" BramfeH's round eyes were twinkling with amusement. "But my system" "Systems! Ah, we all had them when we were as young as you are. And they all had flaws, Bobby,' Eve broke in. "We were always nnainir sraDs that had to be filled up. Never mind about Lord W itcheston. uei a substitute. It won t count lr Ionian t doefn't know." Blessington wavered as she spoke. His eyes wandered round the party and again rested on Bramfell. Not me, Bobby! Remember, Ire breathed crystals practically lived on them for the last week. Now, there s Chilcote" Again his eyes twinkled. All eyes were turned on Loder, ' though one or two strayed surrepti- i tiously to Eve. She, seeming sensitive to the position, laughed quickly. "A very good idea!" she said. "Who wants to see the future if not a politician?" Loder glanced from her to Blessington. Then, with a very feminine impulse, she settled the matter beyond dispute. ! "Please use your authority, Bobby," . she said. "And when you've got him safely under canvas come back to me. j It's years since we've had a talk." She nodded and smiled, then instantly turned to Bramfell with some trivial re- ( mark. j For a second Loder waited; then, with a movement of resignation, he laid his hand on Blessingtou's arm. "Very well," he said. "But, if my fate is black, witness it was my wife who sent me to it." His faint pause on the word wife, the mention of the word itself in the presence of these people, had a savor of recklessness. The small discomfiture of his earlier slip vanished before it. He experienced a strong reaction of confidence in his luck. With a cool head, a steady step and a friendly pressure of the fingers on Blesslngton's arm, he allowed himself to be drawn across the reception rooms, through the long corridors and down the broad flight of steps that led to the conservatory. The conservatory was a feature of the Bramfell town house, and to Loder it came as something wonderful and unlocked for, with its clustering green branches, its slight, uuoppressive scents, its temperately pleasant atmosphere. He felt no wish to speak as, still guided by Blessington, he passed down the shadowy paths that in the half light had the warmth and mystery of a southern garden. Here and there from the darkness came the whispering of a voice or the sound of a laugh, bringing with it the necessary touch of life. Otherwise the place was still. Absorbed by the air of solitude, contrasting so remarkably with the noise and crowded glitter left behind in the reception rooms," he had moved halfway down the long green aisle before the business in hand came back to him with a sudden sense of annoyance.. It seemed so paltry to mar the quiet of the place with the absurdity of a side show. He turned to Blessington with a touch of abruptness. "What am I expected to do?" he asked. Blessington looked up, surprised. "Why, I thought, sir" he began; then he instantly altered his tone. "Oh, just enter into the spirit of the thing. Lady Astrupp won't put much strain on your credulity, but she'll make a big call on your solemnity." He laughed. lie had an infectious laugh, and Loder responded to it. "Rut what am I to do?" he persisted. "Oh. nothing. Being the priestess, she naturally demands acolytes, but she'll let you know that she holds the prior place. The tent is so fixed that she sees nothing beyond your hands, so there's absolutely no delusion." He laughed once raore. Then suddenly he lowered his voice and slackened his steps. "Here we are," he whispered in pretended awe. At the end of the path the space widened to the full breadth of the conservatory. The light was dimmer, giving an added impression of distance; away to the left Loder heard the sound of splashing water, and on his right hand he caught his first glimpse of the tent that was his goal. It was an artistic little structure a pavilion formed of silky fabric that showed bronze in the light of an oriental lamp that hung above its entrance. As they drew closer a man emerged from it. He stood for a moment in uncertainty, looking about him; then, catching sight of them, he came forward, laughing. "By George," he exclaimed, "it's as dark as limbo in there! I didn't see you at first. But I say, Blessington, it's a beastly shame to have that thundercloud barrier shutting off the sorceress. If she gazes at the crystal, mayn't we have something to gaze at too?" Blessington laughed. "You want too much, Galltry," he said. "Lady Astrupp understands the value of the unattainable. Come along, sir!" he added to Loder, drawing him forward with an energetic pressure of the arm. Loder responded, and as he did so a flicker of curiosity touched his mind for the first time. He wondered for

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an instant who this woman was wno aroused so much comment. And with the speculation came the remembrance of bow she had assured Chilcote that on cne point at least he was invulnerable He bad spoken then from the height of a past experience an experience so fully passed that he wondered now if it had been as staple a guarantee as he bad then believed. Man's capacity for outliving is astonishingly complete. The long ago incident in the Italian mountains had faded, like a crayon study in which the tones have merged and gradually lost character. The past had paled before the present, ."t- th apparent irrelellfi Blession pressed - - -T Mid. drawins awav -. . hnt hI1fr wro ;- , th -mnspd. hovish t-r . ----- i h.in crinfr limn nmi t"1 7 smiiea iueauiu.. , - of the shoulders, he entered the paviiion, and the curtain fell behind him. CHAPTER XV. N entering the pavilion Loder's first feeling was one of annoyed awkwardness at finding himself in almost total darkBut as his eyes grew accus0 ness. tomed to the gloom the feeling vanished and the absurdity of the position came to his mind. The teut was small, heavily draped (l smellinfir of musk. It was divided into two sections by an immovable curtain that hung from the roor to witnin a iew ui nwi. The only furniture on Loaer s siae was one low chair, and the only light a faint radiance that, coming from the invisible half of the pavilion, spread across the floor in a pale band. 1' or a saon eyatc mu. .. , then his hesitation was brought to an end. "Please sit down," said a low, soft voice. For a further moment he stood undecided. The voice sounded so unexpectedly near. Ia the quiet and darkness of the place it seemed to possess a disproportionate weight, almost the weight of a familiar thing. Then with a sudden, unanalyzed touch of relief, he located the impression. It was the similarity to Lady BramfeH's sweet, slow tones that had stirred his mind. With a sense of satisfaction he drew the chair forward and sat down. Then for the first time he saw that on the other side of the gauze partition ad below it by a few inches was a small table of polished wood, on which stood an open book, a crystal ball and a gold dish filled with ink. These were arranged on the side of the table nearest to him, the farther side being out of his range of vision. An amused interest touched him as he made his position more comfortable. Whoever this woman was, sne naa an eye ior siuge management, she knew how to marshal her effects. He found himself waiting with some curiosity for the next injunction from behind the curtain. "The art of crystal gazing," began the sweet, slow voice after a pause, "is one of the oldest known arts." Loder sat forward. The thought of Lady Bramfell mingled disconcertingly with some other thought more distant and less easy to secure. 4 'o obtain the best results," went on the seer, "the subject lays his uncovered hands outspread upon a smooth surface." It was evident that the invisible priestess was reading from the open book, for when the word "surface" was reached there was a slight stir .that indicated the changing of position, and when the voice came again it was in a different tone. "Please lay your hands, palms downward, upon the table." Loder smiled to himself in the darkness. He pictured Chilcote with his nerves and ms impatience going through this ordeal; then in good humored silence he leaned forward and obeyed the command. His hands rested on the smooth surface of the table in the bar of light from the unseen lamp. J There was a second in which the seer was silent; then he fancied that she raised her head. "You must take off your rings," she said smoothly. "Any metal interferes with the sympathetic current." At any other time Loder would have laughed, but the request so casually and graciously made sent all possibilIty'of irony far Into the' background. The thought of Chilcote and of the one flaw in their otherwise flawless scheme rose to his mind. Instinctively he half withdrew his hands. "Where is the sympathetic current?" he asked quietly. His thoughts were busy with the question of whether he would or would not be justified in beating an undignified retreat. "Between you and me, of course, said the voice softly. It sounded lan guid, but very rational. The idea of retreat seemed suddenly theatrical. In this world of low voices and shaded lights people never adopted extreme measures no occasion made a scene nractieable or even allowable. He leaned back slowly, wkile he summed up the situation. If by any unlucky chance this woman knew Chilcote to have adopted jewelry and had seen the designs of his rings the sight of his own scarred finger would suggest question and comment. If, on the other hand, he left the pavilion without excuse or if without apparent reason he refused to remove the rings, he opened up a new difficulty, a fresh road to curiosity. It came upon him with unusual quickness the obstacles to and the need for a speedy decision. He glanced round the tent; then unconsciously he straightened his shoulders. After all, he had stepped Into a tight corner, but there was no need to cry out In squeezing his way back. Then he realized that the soft. Ingratiating tones were sounding once more. "It's the passing of my hands over yours while I look into the crystal that sets up sympathy" a "slender hand moved swiftly into the light and picked up the ball "and makes my eyes see the pictures in your mind. Now, will you please take off your rings?" The very naturalness of the request disarmed him. It was a risk. But, as Chilcote had si-id, risk was the salt of life! "I'm afraid you th-'nk me very troublesome." The roice came eain.

delicately low and conciliatory. For a brief second Loder wondered uncertainly how long or how well Chilcote knew Lady Astrupp; then he dismissed the question. Chilcote had never mentioned her until tonight, and then casually as Lady BramfeH's sister. What a coward he was becoming in throwing the dice with fate! Without further delay he drew off the rings, slipped them into his pocket and re-

r placed-his hands on the smooth table top. Then, at the moment that he replaced them, a peculiar thing occurred. From the farther side of the dark partition came the quick, rustling stir of a skirt and the slight scrape of a chair pushed either backward or forward. Then there was silence. Now, silence can suggest anything from profound thought to imbecility, but in this case its suggestion was nil. That some'thing had happened, that some change had taken place, was as patent to Loder as the darkness of the curtain or the band of light that crossed the floor, but what had occasioned it. or what it stood for, he made no atu tempt to decide. He sat bitingly conscious of his hands spread open on the table under the scrutiny of eyes that were invisible to him, vividly aware of the awkwardness of his position. He felt with instinctive certainty that a new chord had leen struck; but a man seldom acts on instinctive certainties. If the exposure of his hands had struck this fresh note, then any added ! action would but heighten the dilemma. He sat silent and motionless. Whether his impassivity had any bearing on the moment he had no way of knowing: but no further movement came from behind the partition. Whatever the emotions that had caused the sharp swish of skirts and the sharp scrape of the chair, they had evidently subsided or been dominated by other fpjjjjgg The next Indication of life that came to him was the laying down of the i crystal ball. It was laid back upon the table with a slight jerk that Indicated 8 decision come to; and almost simultaneously the seer's voice came to bim again. Her tone was lower now than it had been before, and its extreme ease seemed slightly shaken whether by excitement, surprise or curiosity it was impossible to say. "You will think It strange," she began. "You will think" Then she stopped. There was a pause, as though she waited for some help, but Loder remained mute. In difficulty a silent tongue and a cool head are usually man's best weapons. "You must take off your rings." TTi silence was disconcerting. lie heard hor stir again. "You will think it strange," she began once more. Then quite suddeol? she checked and controlled her voice "You must forgive me for what I am going to say," she added in a completely different tone, "but crystal gazing is such an Illusive thing. Directlj you put your hands upon the table I felt that there would be no result, but I wouldn't admit the defeat. Women are such keen anglers that they cau never acknowledge that any fish, bowever big, has slipped the hook." She laughed softly. At the sound of the laugh Loder shifted his position for the first time. Il could not have told why, but it struck him with a slight sense of confusion A precipitate wish to rise and pass through the doorway into the widei spaces of the conservatory came tc him, though he made no attempt to act upon it. He knew that, for some Inex plicable reason, this woman behind the screen bad lied to him in the controll ing of ber speech, in her change ol voice. There had been one moment Id which an impulse or an emotion had almost found voice; then training, instinct, or it might have been diplomacy, had conquered, and the moment had passed. There was a riddle in the very atmosphere of the place and be abom inated riddles. But Lady Astrupp was absorbed la her own concerns. Again she changed her position, and to Loder, listening attentively, it seemed that she leaned forward and examined his hands afresh. The sensation was so acute that he withdrew them involuntarily. Again there was a confused rustle. The crystal ball rolled from the table, and the seer laughed quickly. Obeying a strenuous impulse, Loder rose. He had no definite notion of what he expected or what he must avoid. He was only conscious that the pavilion, with its Bilk draperies, its scent of musk and its intolerable secrecy, was no longer endurable. He felt cramped and confused in mind and muscle. He stood for a second to straighten his limbs; then he turned and, moving directly forward, passed through the portiere. After the dimness of the pavilion the conservatory seemed comparatively bright, but without waiting to grow accustomed to the altered light he moved onward with deliberate haste. The long green alley was speedily traversed. In his eyes it no longer possessed greenness, no longer suggested freshness or repose. It was simply a means to the end upon which his mind was set. As he passed up the flight of steps he

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Via the Rock drew hts rings rrom his poccet ana slipped them on again. Then he stepped iuto the glare of the thronged corridor. Some one hailed him as he passed through the crowd, but with Cbilcote's most absorbed manner he hurried on. Through the door of the supper room he caught sight of Blessington and Eve, and then for the first time his expression changed, and he turned directly toward them. "Eve," he said, "will you excuse me? I have a word to say to Blessington." She glanced at . him in "niomentary surprise; then she smiled in ber quiet, self possessed way. "Of course," she said. "I've been wanting a chat with Millicent Gower, but Bobby has required so much entertaining" She smiled again, this time at Blessington, and moved away toward a pale girl in green who was standing alone. Instantly she had turned Loder took Blessington's arm. "I know you're tremendously busy," he began iu an excellent Imitation of Chilcote's hasty manner "I know you're tremendously busy, but I'm in a fix." One glance at Blessington's healthy, ingenuous face told him that plain speaking was the method to adont. "indeed, sir?" In a moment Bless ington was on the alert "Yes. And I I want your help." The boy reddened. That Chilcote should appeal to him stirred him to an uneasy feeling of pride and uncertain ty. Loder saw his advantage and pressed it home. "It's come about through this crystal gazing business. I'm afraid I J didn't play my part rather made an ass of myself. I wouldn't swallow the thing, and and Lady Astrupp" He paused, measuring Blessington with a glance. "Well, my dear boy, you you know what women are!" Blessington was only twenty-three. He reddened again and assumed an air of profundity. "I know, sir," h said, with a shake of the head. j Loder's sense of humor was keen, but he kept a grave face. "I knew you'd catch my meaning. But I want you to do something more. If Lady Astrupp should ask you who was in her tent this past ten minuteg, I want you" Again he stopped, looking at his companion's face. "Yes, sir?" "I want you to tell an immaterial He for me." Blessington returned his glance; then he laughed a little uncomfortably. "But surely, sir" , "She recognized me, you mean?" Loder's eyes were as keen as steel. "Yes." "Then you're wrong. She didn't. Blessington's eyebrows went up. There was silence. Loder glanced across the room. Eve had parted from the girl In green and was moving toward them, exchanging smiles and greetings as she came. "My wife is coming back," he said. "Will you do this for me, Blessington? It it will smooth things." He spoke quickly, continuing to watch Eve. As he had hoped, Blesslngton's eyes turned in the same direction. "'Twill smooth matters," he repeated "smooth them in In a domesUc way mat I can't explain." The shot told. Blessington looked round. .-' "Right, sir," he said, "lou may leave it. to me." And before Loder could speak again he had turned and disappeared into the crowd. (To Be Continued.) Signature SI y jM-Tj. Use artificial gas for light and heat. lG-tf CS-3s A Um ym&&- . .

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