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'She Is false and 8ckle—not worthy any [man's second thought," said Louis CharFterls to himself, as he turned away from the railing near the Magazine. "I will not •see her to-morrow." And he went back to [the office and wrote a letter to Valerie fuli jot bitter reproaches, which he tore up as fisoon as it was finished. Hope was not so tdead within him as he had imagined and ie woke up on Thursday morning with the resolve to go and see Valerie. Sorely she conld not intend to throw him over for a fellow like Lawford, rich though the lattex was!

The young man knew not whether he hoped most or feared most when he took his way to Upper Brook Street, but he rallied himself as he drew near the house, and was able to ask calmly for Miss Her bert.

The footman, who had his orders, conducted the young man at once to th* drawing-room, and, opening the door, an nounced: "Mr. Charteris."

For a moment Louis only saw, as ii through a mist, a tall, slender form standing at the other side of the room, a gleam Jot golden hair, a flow of white draperies I but as the figure moved forward slowly, the mist rolled away, and he beheld Valerie clearly, her face as white as her robes, her large eyes fixed on his with a strange mingling of fear and appeal, and all the power of her rare and pathetic beauty reasserted itself and held him in its spell.

He sprang forward he would have clasped the girl in his arms, but she stopped short, iand with a wild gesture, with almost aery, checked the impulse. He reeled back. "Valeriel" he gasped, half dizzy with the sudden revulsion. "Not that!" said the girl, hoarsely, her lips, every limb quivering—"that can never be again! Louis, bear with me. Oh! what can I say to you—how fthnll I tell you?"

But Louis only stood and looked at her, the flnsh on his cheek fading slowly away and leaving intense paleness. He seemed

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of speech.

Valerie went on. desperately: "It was a mistake from the beginning— !»on my part. Bat how should I know it then? I loved you only as I had always lloved you, and as I love you now. I can not marry you, Louis—I cannot—I cannot!" "Stay!" said the young man, hoarsely.

He moved a step nearer to her. "Have they taught you to be untruthful as well as mercenary and worldly You loved me until you learned to love wealth, and admiration, and position more. Ay, you may shrink from me"—for instinctively she had recoiled before the accusation so false, yet -against which she dare not defend herseli —"but you know that what I say Is true.

You are breaking your promise to me for the sake of a man you do not and never will love but he is a millionaire, and haye nothing. He will load you with jewels, and give you all else that you have learned to value so much more than love. And you will count yourself happy. Happy!" ho laughed, harshly. "And If But what is that to you? No matter what I suffer, if you can le the reigning beauty and tho wife of a man whose wealth wiU enable you to outstrip every other woman."

Not a word did Valerie utter not by sign or gesture did she offer to interrupt this tirade, which Louis poured out, not standing still, but wnlking excitedly up .and down. She only set her teeth in silent •endurance. Ho wronged her, but she must benr it. Better a thousand times that he should believe all that lie had accused hei of than even suspect the truth. She had sc dreaded the charge! "It is Mux Beauregard who Btands between us. For his sake you are false tc me!"

She breathed more freely when told that •ahe was untruthful, mercenary, worldly. It was hard to be misjudged by one she «n dearly loved. But when Max Beauregard must so misjudge her, and she could endure it, whnt other suffering could over tax her powers of endurance?

Louis paused suddenly, looked at the motionless figure, the white face of the girl, and drew near to her again. "What!" ho said, "have you no answerno denial? For Heaven's sake, Valerie," he stretched out his hands, the words were almost a cry of anguish, "don't tell me that you are so false—so miserably unworthy!" /.Che blood rushed to Valerie's cheek and ow. Passionate denial was on her lips, hen, with a quick-drawn breath, she 'turned away, locking her hands over her breast. She dared not plead the truth she con Id sot Sjwak a falsehood.

Louis drew back and folded his arms. 'There was a dead pause. The girl's face had grown white again she scarcely seemed to breathe her eyes were bent down, her head drooping she stood before her lover like a guilty creature but oh, how beautiful—how beautiful she was! and that beauty she was going to sell for gold! That thought nerved Louis to scorn. "Silent stillt" he broke forth at last, laying a sudden grip on the girl's slendex •wrist—she did not shrink or tremble now. "You own it, then? own that you are ready to barter your youth and beauty tor money? You will give yourself, body and «oul, to a man old enough to be your father, not because he is noble and good, and yon love him, but because he is rich! Never mind that you and I were boy and girl toother—that your word was pledged to me —that I have loved you faithfully all that 4s nothing—nothing now! I am poor, and Aston Lawford is rich. I might have known it long ago but I was an idiot, and I hoped against hope. Very soon the love Of the world began to eat your heart out your letters were cold and infrequent— your manner when we met was chanced! Ob, I have been a fool! and you, no doufct, laughed at my folly "Louis! Louis!" "Ayl" he exclaimed, ttvacely, ••you eta cry out when you are stabbed but yon may stab me to the heart, and I must suffer in silence! That is a woman's privilege. A blight on the wretched code you have so quickly learned, and on all who follow itt I have done with yonl hope I may never see jroer false Cms agate!"

He almost flung her from him as he spoke, and turned to the door. Valerie staggered, and caught at a chair near her. "Louis," she said, choking back the sob^ tuber throat, "must we partlike this?"

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But ho did not heed—perhaps did not hear—the words blind with passion and pain, he could only see that he was deliberately abandoned for the sake of wealth and position could only read conscious guilt in Valerie's silence, in her drooping eyes and'ehanging color a loager experience of life might have helped him here but Louis was not yet four-and-twenty, and knew little or nothing of human nature. Valerie had loved him—loved him how—but loved the world more. He was too young to be pitiful his love had not the strength and depth for the noble sorrow that could cry "The pity on'tt" Valerie was miserably mean and despicably, utterly without, excuse she had grown cold and heartless she cared nothing foi suffering she inflicted so, with only anger and resentment in his heart, Louis rushed out of the room, and a minute later was striding away from the house, hardly knowing where he went, and feeling as il nil the world was false and hollow, and his life could never again hold anything worth living for.

And suddenly—there was a roar In his ears—shouting—a mist before his eyes—a strong hand seized him, and plucked him from under the nose of a rearing carriagehorse a voice that sqmehow^eemed familiar, exclaimed: "Louis Charteris! Confound it* man! do you want to commit suicide?"

And the young man lifted his dazed eye? to the handsome face of Max Beauregard.

CHAPTER XXV.—LOVE VS. GOLD.

"I don't know how it happened," Loul? said, vaguely. "Where is this?" Of course there was a crowd the brougham which had nearly rnn over the heedless wayfarer stopped, two or three hnn BomH ditto, i^so several passengers, and a dozen or more of those idlers who seem tc be shot, as from a catapult, to the scene any accident. "I should say you didn't," replied Colone1 Beauregard. "This is Regent Street. Yon don't seem well, old fellow. We'll drive the rest of tho way home."

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"Right, sir!" responded alert cabby, whe had had an eye to business. Then Louis hesitated. "But he began "Jump in, man," returned Beauregard, quickly. "We shall have all Regent Street round us in a minute:"

Louis obeyed, and Max followed. "Where are you living?" he asked.'*'' Louis gave the address, and the cab bowled away toward the modest street where the Foreign Office clerk dwelt. a minute or two uouu ramea, ana turned to his companion, a slight flush mounting to his cheek. "Colonel Beauregard," he said, "you saved my life!" "Tut! Charteris. You were walking right under a horse's nose, and I dragged you away, that's all." "I almost wish you hadn't," said Louis, bitterly.

The other glanced at him keenly, not for the first time, and said, a little drily, yet not unkindly: "You fellows like you, who have, maybe, never seen death, are apt to court, it,, too lightly"

Louis colored again. "I had no idea of suicide, Colonel Beauregard," he said. "I simply didn't look where I was going." "I saw that Here we are at your diggings. May I come in or would,you^rqther not? No ceremony, please." jfgf "I should be very glad if you would come up," said Louis, with unmistakable sincerity. "I scarcely know you, Colonel Beauregard, and yet 1 don't feel as if you were a stranger." "People generally get to feel at home with me very sodn," replied Max and, after paying the cabman, he followed Louis into the house.

The young man's sitting-room was not particularly homo-like or comfortable, and bore no evidence of exuberant wealth in its occupier. The fact naturally struck Louis with peculiar sharpness just now, and, with a reckless sort of laugh, he turned to his companion. "It looks brilliant, doesn't it?" he said "looks as if I were a millionaire the sort of place a girl who lives on rose-leaves would like to come to?"

He threw himself into a chair, pressing his hand to his forehead. Beauregard stood still, looking at him steadily. Louis, he saw, was in a dangerous mood he had seen this ten minutes ago in Regent Street. One glance at the young man's face had been enough for Max and it was not difficult to divine the cause, or something very near it, of Louis' trouble.

After a sudden pause, Louis added in the same strain, but more sullenly: I suppose they are all alike—all Wbfrten love money, and money's worth, better than Heaven itself."

Which means—" began Beauregard, quietly. Louis interrupted him. & "Which means," he said, fiercely, "that Valerie

Herbert has flung me aside like «.

broken toy for the sake of a rich man." He sprang to his feet and began walking np and down excitedly.

Beauregard set his teeth for & ificttteftt, then he said slowly, in a quiet, level voice, strangly contrasting with the other's excitement: "Has she, with her own lips, dismissed you? Has she told you it for a rteh man's sake?" "i •Told me! She dared not deny it when 1 charged her with it! You must knowyon must have heard—that she is as good as engaged to Aston Lawfordr I saw her yesterday with him in the Park—smiling and happy, with no thought of me, though it is not a year since she promised to be my wife and she loved me then—I believa she loves me now, if she is capable of it!" "Stay, Charteris," said the other, still speaking calmly, though there was little inward calm, "you are talking wildly. Try and tell me collectedly, if you are willing I should know all, how this cams about?"

Louis threw himself Into a chair by tits table and dropped his head on his arm. "I'll try," he said, brokenly. "Yes, I am willing to tall you all, but I am unmanned just now.**

Max was silent. It was best so. It Is not easy, even for a woman, to comfort a man in a grief like this he must fight the battle alone. And yet Beauregard, as for a moment his hand stole into his he east and pressed his own laboring heart* fait

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that "Louis' disappointment would be comparatively short-lived. Tims would heal tiie wound that bled now so freely. But the young man's grief was poignant at first sobs shook his frame. The soldier possessed his soul in silence and. if his cheek was a little paler than usual, his lips more sternly compressed, who would have noticed these signs as meaning more than that he felt deeply for young Charteris, and, man-like, repressed all outward show of emotion?

By-and-by Louis raised his head. •%ftm a fool!" he said, dashing his hand acrols his eyes. "But that's the last of it, I hope. I ought to have known better than to dream that a brilliant beauty, when once she knew her worth, would bestow a second thought on a poor fellow who can't give her carriages and diamonds, and a mansion in the West-end!" "Ay," said Beauregard, in a low voice, "Faust was wise in his generation when he tempted Marguerite with jewels and yet, don't fall into the error of believing all women Marguerites." "No! Yet Valerie seemed as pure-heart-ed as a child before she was thrown into the whirlpool of society!" "She had had no

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forbid I should speak harshly of a childshe is scarcely more than that now, Charteris

He stopped, bit his lip, and add^l, abruptly: "You saw her herself—alone—to-day?" "For the first time since her return to England. I had been with my father in the country he was ill. When I returned to London I wrote to Valerie, asking to see her. She answered me that on Tuesday and Wednesday she was engaged I was to call to-day. She put me off for afternoon calls, for the turn-out of the Four-in-hand When I met her she tcld me that she could not marry me. I charged her with throwing me over for Aston Lawford, and she could not deny it she was silent— ashamed to meet my look. I waited for her to speak I hoped that she might deny the charge, but she was speechless. I implored her to answer me I accused her of being mercenary and worldly, and by her shamed silence she pleaded guilty."

Beauregard turned aside his face for full a minute he could not speak and Louis was too self-absorbed to notice that, when the soldier broke the silence, his voice was o. Itttla hiialrtr •••'a'---•'V. "Did she teil you," he asked, "that she was engaged to Lawford?" "She told me nothing in words she adt mitted all by silence." "I understand, Charteris you have learned your lesson. Don't let it embitter you, and make you judge all women one. It is better to know the truth now than when knowledge might, com© too late." "I have loved her so long, said poor Louis, dropping his head again, "and to be forced to despise her."

Despise her! Beauregard caught hip breath as if struck by a physical blow. The word, in connection with Valerie, went like a knife to his heart. "Not thatl" he said, inwardly, his lips white with pain. "Oh, not that! my own —my love so young—so temptedl Heaven help thee!"

He turned, and laid his hand on Louis' shoulder. "You are too young, Charteris," he said, gently, "to tie merciful and just now th« wound is too deep. But try to remembei that Valerie is heaping up for herself in the future far greater suffering than she has inflicted on you. And I think also," he said this with a ring of subdued passion in his soft voice, "that about a woman one has once loved there is something forevei sacred—something that must make us always speak of her and think of her tenderly." "Even," said Louis, bitterly, "when she has befooled you and wrecked your life?" "Even when she has wrecked your life," said Max, quietly, and he dropped his hand, and turned away again. ,-

But such chivalry was bejrond Louis Charteris he only thought. "The man has not loved as I have, or been treated as Valerie treated me." He said: "I cannot feel like that, Colonel Beauregard. I wish to Heaven I had never seen Valerie! I want never to see her again!"

Beauregard crushed down the almost scornful words that rushed to his lips. "You call this love?—a boy's infatuation1 In six montl)S the wound will be healed in a year the very scar will have vanished."

He walked once or twice through the room before he could calm down the tempest vvithi him enough to trust his voice Then he -rased, and said: "It is •. ter for you that you feel as you speak, Charteris: you will the sooner learn to forget a woman who has proved herself unworthy of any man's love." "I shall never forget her!" said Louis.

Beauregard made a gesture of impatience there was a touch of irony in his .smile. "You sty SO fl'iJ# yotmg fellows are always convinced that their first disappointment will last their lifetime but—it never does." Then, touched by the young man's almost haggard look, he added, with a quite womanly tenderness of manner: "It is a heavy blow, Charteris but, for Heaven's sake! bear up under it like a man. Your life may be wrecked if you give way now. We have our lives to live, come what may. Forgive me "No," said Louis, stretching out his hand. "Yon are a noble fellow for speaking out strai -ht and plain. Thank you for it."

The hands of the two men who loved Valerie, both well and truly, yet how differently—the one openly, the other in secrct—met In a close clasp. Then Max Beauregard went out, and left the young lover alone.

Who, seeing these men together in that hour, would have Imagined that the suffering which spoke in passionate words, and even sobs, was but as the breese that flutters a dead leaf to the tempest that changes the face of a landscape, compared with the suffering which gave no sign?

But Louis Charteris firmly believed that "all the to-morrows shall be as to-day." In six months Max Beauregard will prove true prophet but for the soldier, six months, six years, twice six years would be but as one day in his changeless love for Valerie. There area few men who love after this sort but Max Beauregard was one of the tew.

CHAPTER XXVL—A PASSED COQOTTTT*. Mrs. Langley did not see her niece uatO the following morning, and she wisely abstained from asking questions. She saw that the girl looked very white, and thai her eyes were heavy, as if she had bees weeping. "She imagines herself broken-hearted,** thought tots lady "but she will soon gel over that. I am heartily glad this foolish business is done with."

In the afternoon Aston Lawfocd called but Valerie did not appear. Mm. Langiej (tylm called sach statements "taradid­

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dles") said she was out. "I think she wants to avoid me," Law ford said. "She puzzles me, Mrs. Langley she is so capricious." "My dear Mr. Lawford," Mrs. Langlej laughed merrily, "you must not expect a girl of eighteen, in her first season, to behave like a woman of five-and-twenty Valerie likes you, I am sure of that. I wiL1 not pledge myself to more." "You really think she does?" asked Lawford. eagerly. "I don't profess to under stand women—still less girls—but some times I feel that I am making no way witb her." "If you will take my advice," said Mrs Langley, "try and be patient. Valerie is difficile—I don't deny it—and consider how she is flattered and fussed over!" "She takes her fill of the world," said Lawford, somewhat grimly. "Pardon mt for saying that few men would care to sec a girl tliey love flirt so much with others!'' "Ah!" said Mrs. Langley, amiably, "yoc have old-world ideas, Mr. Lawford. I don't say they are wrong, but we can't make a spoilt beauty see with our eyes! I repeat. I am convinced that at heart Valerie likei you!"

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charming fiction, which Aston Lawford was, however, content to accept at its apparent and not its real value.

Mrs. Langley did not repeat this brief .conversation to Valerie. There was nc saying what—in her present mood—that young lady might do. "The world and all that belongs to it," including the "iron man" and his millions, might be thrown over in a gust of sentiment by the decidedly incomprehensible yottng person.

Lawford had hardly left the house when there came a note from Lady Elinor Beauregard. "If you and Valerie are free this evening, will you come and dine with us? Pray forgive such short notice, but Gerald, who had decided to leave town

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has suddenly decided, to go to-morrow, as he doesn't feel well." The servant was waiting for an answer, and Mrs. Langley accepted the invitation, and then sent for Valerie, and told her. "Very well," was all the girl said, but her heart beat fast. She had not seen Colonel Beauregard since the ball. She dreaded meeting him again.

But she had not much more than time to dress, arid then the carriage was announced and a few minutes later tip Wo ladies were ascending the hroad stalra of the Beauregard msnsion in Whitehall Gardens.

One swift glance as they entered the drawing-room assured Valerie that Colonel Beauregard was not there. Perhaps he was out for. thfe evening. The girl felt half relieved at the thought and yet her heart sank, too.

Lady Elinor came forward with effusion to receive her guests: "How good of you to come!" she exclaimed. 'How lucky yon w?|e disengaged—only ourselves!" .• "And a very dull host, I am afraid," said Gerald Beauregard, as he shook hands. "I don't feel well at all." "You don't look it," said Mrs. Langley. "I am afraid London doesn't suit you." "It doesn't, indeed! So I am going to leave Nellie to Max's care, and she will run down and see me sometimes." "Max is going down with him termorrow," added Lady Elinor. ii-ft• "Yes? Shall we not have the pleasure of seeing him this evening?" asked Mrs. Langley. "Oh, yes! Here he is, I believel"

The door opened, and Colonel Beauregard came in. He shook hands with Mrs. Langley, and then turned to Valerie, who sat on a low chair near.

But she was quite self-possessed now, and gave him her hand without a tremor. He sat down near her, and began talking about ordinary topics, without anything in his manner to indicate that she had offended or wounded him the other evening.

Only there was the same change she had noticed then the old, half-tender, brightness had gone—they might have been acquaintances of this season only—and though Valerie would have found It hard to say that he deliberately avoided any allusions to a former friendship, he certainly never made one and she, poor child, dared not.

How often, during these few minutes, she thought of the mermaid and the naked swords and yet it was strange happiness only to have him near her, to hear his voice, though he must despise and condemn her in his heart.

More than once Mrs. Langley glanced covertly and anxiously toward the two. She was always a good bit afraid of Mas Beauregard, he was so dangerously-attrac-tive a man and it would never do for Valerie to throw over one poor man only tc fall in love with another.

But there was nothing in the soldier** manner now to affright the wise matron, no suspicious lowering of the voice on either his part or Valerie's, no drooping of hei eyes or change of color and when the butler announced dinner, and Lady Eiinoi said: "Max, will you take Valerie down?'' he rose and gave his companion his arm with some careless remark about .a plaj they had been talking ot

At dinner he sat next her but all the time, while conversing with her on general topics, Colonel Beauregard was covertlj watching the girl's beautiful face saying again and again to himself: "She is sacrificing herself for money, but she is not happy. Had she grown to love Charteris? She cannot lov® Aston Lawford!"

After dinner, when they were all In the drawing-room, and Valerie was talking to Gerald Beauregard, Aston Lawford wai announced. Max, under the shelter of hif long lashes, glanced keenly at Valerie, and saw in her face a flash that.was surely not pleasure yet when Lawford came forward she greeted him with a bright smile, and made room for him on the couch beside her and presently Mr. Beauregard crossed the room to speak to Mrs. Langley, and Valerie was left to Lawford's companionship. Gerald's place remained vacant. Max might have taken it but he stood by Mrs. Langley's chair and seemed either to think he was not wanted elsewhere, or did not care to seek Valerie's society. Why should he? the girl asked herself, Utterly and yet her whole soul rose up in resenV ment against the tacit consignment of her to Aston Lawford. She would snub him, she said to herself and then came a reaction. No, Max Beauregard might think it was done to draw him on.

In her terror of 8cyila the girl plunged into Cfaarybdis, and put on her brightest manner for Aston Lawford, raising hint to the seventh heaven, and filling Max Beauregard with a keen desire to rnn the "inn man" through the body.

Presently, howe^r. Lady Elinor said something to her brother-in-law, and be crossed over to Valerie. "My sister wished me to speak to you. Miss Herbert," be said, "if you woukLmake ooe of o&r party next Tuesday at the

"Who are going besides Lady Elinor?' asked Valerie, playing with her fan, trembling inwardly, her young heart fluttering like an imprisoned bird. "Hal Dallas and myself." "I shall be very happy Valerie was beginning, when Lawford interposed: "I thought next Tuesday was engaged?"

Valerie looked at him. "Engaged?" she repeated. "Is it?" "Oh! if that is the case," said Colonel Beauregard, a little coldly, "forgive me only your aunt told Nellie you were free."

Aston Lawford looked with a frown on the handsome soldier—there was no love lost between these two men—and said to Valerie: "You half promised to go with Lettice and me to the German Opera!" "Did I? Oh, well, a half promise is not a whole one," returned the girl, with a careless laugh. "Please tell Lady Elinor, Colonel Beauregard, that I shall be very happy to join your party on Tuesday."

Beauregard bowed gravely, and turned away but he heard Lawford's quick, low question, and the girl's reply: "Surely, Valerie, you cannot prefer to go with them?" "Surely, Mr. Lawford, I am not going to give rhyme and reason for all I do, to anyone. Pray understand that!"

And Max set his teeth like a vioe. Was Valerie an inborn coquette, selling herself to one man, yet bent on the conquest of all? Truly, it seemed as if she was.

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