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THE FATE OF AZUMA; Or, The South African Millionaire. CHAPTER XII. It 'was a matter of some surprise that the Glaucourts came to London as usual this season, that Judith looked more ex- guisitely lovely than ever, had still the . heart, the courage, some said, to come; for they must know that there had been a good deal of talk. Talk, the word was inadequate to express all that had been said when the engagement was broken "off between Judith and that most desir." ble of all men, George Danvers. It was © no good, thie time, Lady Glaucourt eay- "ing, as she had eo often before, with truth at first and mendaciously with re- "gard to Bir Hubert, that Judith had _ehanged her mind. As one woman said: "One doesn't change one's mind about George Danvers." While men began to ask themeelves if titer © not laughed at. the truth "There is something odd about it," one an had said, who was 'a friend 'of e_ Danvers' married sister, the wife of an Irigh r, "and when I asked lLe- titia about it, she simply wouldn't dis. 'ous it. 'I think it is kinder not to speak about it, my dear,' ghe said, 'in fact, it's the only thing we can do.' As for ithe dear old Duchess of Dum- fries, who wae the best friend Lady Glau. our! had, probably because they were th so unlike, che told Lady Glaucourt frankly: My dear Cornelia, I wouldn't say that £ 1 were you, for you know people will "only laugh at you." (This was in anewer to Lady Glaucourt's oft-repeated remark, the sense of which, ge a matter of fact, he was beginning to ink was true, although she knew it wasn't: "Judith is éo changeable, go frightfully exacting. I really don't believe she will 'ever be satisfied with anybody." 'IT had to tell her," said the Duchess, though heaven knows I'm sorry for there is no use in telling more lies : askance, she was not asked to quite euch ex: ive houses as she had been. till had a little court d her, for her of men beauty was of that 9.4] a succour, the wamt ns because her child had been ti a who one day. a the years come and left her loveless one i bs 2.8 0, au expis elped bleeding. of th But Judith would never marry Hugh Glover, never; rather, she 'would have killed him if she could. Yes, beneath all the humiliation, the horror, the disap- pointment, the sense of renewed defeat, weakening her courage, her purpose, there was one joy left, which was fierce, acrid-sweet, the joy that Hugh Glover had goné under, been exposed. Yes, to her "it seemed to emphasize that he had gene under, the fact that the day his bankruptcy had appeared in the papers, he had written, after all that had hap- ned, to tell her that if she would send im a hundred pounds, he thought he could arrange it all with Danvers. "Ar range it all with Danvers," The letter ad, actually made her smile--it wae: €0 "naif." But how much she could see now, the seeing of which embittered all the horror' of her position. That night when he had threatened, she could have kept him quiet h 1 ha (2 by offering him money, She ought kept Neredit in hand. Yes, Frewley had 'been t when he sdid to her not to take that brandy and soda. Bhe had not in pny, gense not been sober, but dt hi excited her, anid she Had given way to the expression of her loathing. Oh, how rotten, how rotten her life become, how one thing after the other seemed to con: ire to make it worge and worse, and as they were the halting places (of an 'etape,' she could mark the three great transitions, the three great transitions her character had gone through, in pro- portion to which even the "malheur" seemed to have lost its primary and colos- sal significance. There had been her love for Sir Hubert, when she had till possessed streaks, as it were, of holiness, patches of sublimity, which a gentle, forgiving hand might have drawn together into ome beatific cov- ering; when, from gratitude, from sheer love, from renovation of self-respect, from {rust in the future, she might have grown good. Then the second time when, after Jeing left. awful in her callousness, in her intent to fileh from life what remain- ed, and to jealously guard her secret, come what may; she still would have been thankful to the goods, n a faith ful, or at least a careful wife. And now, when her very soul was ar raigned against heaven and earth, when there seemed aothing left but hate in her heart, hate eorge Danyems, 3 tion, hate for' h i do be roteh, and ns oF a of le want of loyalty, the wan of 'te na to bind, an and his Glover, | ony life's game with ehrewd, oalm eyes, be lieving in nothing, clinging no more to those shreds of superstitious dread, which take the place of the divine in the hearte of the most hardened; believing in noth: ing, or believing, openly declaring her- eelf on the side of.the devil, who" alone seemed to care for her welfare, and with the growing hatred, the growing harden. ing, the certainty, ae if some denizen of hell had told her, that ehe could .def; the decrees of life and , that ehe would sucoeed, that the justice which ehe disbelieved in was .yet somewhere, and that she would one day wield it to her own purposes. What good could it do, her mother aek: ed herealt, coming to London, reviving the whole story? Bhe had hoped, ly Glanocourt, that now she would really go in for art seriously, She even su that till things had quieted down, - she should go somewhere for a few months with Madame Dufour, travel, go round the world, or to Japan. Frewley had even offered to go with her. He wae eorry for her, without knowing the full extent to which ehe needed pity. That fearful night, on 'which she had appealed to him, ad brought out what, was best in him, and since he had taken himself to task for not having looked after hex better. There had even Boon a touching episode between them in which she had said: "Somehow Frew, I don't know how it is, but I don't seem to have had a chance. Somehow one' can't talk to mother about anything, and--" Yes, with all Her beauty had it seemed to Frewley as if eomething pad beén niieding that would have: helped not to go the pace eo much. But even he did not know quite how fast the pace. had been 'at one time. For she had told him an untruth that night, and although he knew that it was an that under the circumstances it was ex- ad | cusable, and he didn't want to know the. truth. But Lady Judith had no intention of going abroad, nor of disappearing. On the contrary, this time ehe wae fons to manage her offairs a great dea potter. With grim humor, she told herself : tha she had had enough experience to do go- That awful night had been one of the revelations which the fates offered her as an education. Inetead of showering her with gifts, they had taught her how to weave her own destiny now, and she was going to weave it. It might be this year, next year, not for several years, but she thought that it would come quickly, because she wae moving Ro cleverly along the line, work- ing another set to. that which she h hitherto worked in, limiting her ambi tion, the while she widened it, spreading it out, making the baesi of it firm. This time she would have no revelations, no surprises, because she would fight in the open, place herself beyond the possibil- ity of reproach. It was a Jarivg scheme, and one he Hever joke of. When Bes mother asked her, wi a spec f de spair, what she intended to do, she would laugh and say: Fk "There doesn't seem to be anything 10 do, does there, mother?" And her mother an. to wonder 'wi 7 eane, wi ! she would show more deoui for then she could was. one ad | him. And more th wal hurried along ars, deserted now by the X Yieh t, they could hear the man they had b! behind, whigtling 'goftly to himself. What he was wondering wae whether he had won or lost. "1 suppose you know that Danvers was with me just now, and that we overheard eomething * of 'what that brute said." Frewley opoke surlily. What on e had induced her to come out and speak to the man? "Oh, dear, dear!" Judith moaned; there #6 no other word with which to describe the way she said: "Oh, dear, dear!" It was @ ory as of physical pain, and yet it voiced the coming to paes of eome- thing which she had known must come. \ He told her exactly what they had over: heard; end ae they hurried back to the house, Judith turned th round and round in her mind, wondering if there wae any interpretation she could 1d isfy him, e ge! have to marry me," she down to the insistence of a fervent love, 'but "When that fellow Danvess knowe-- When they were cloge to the house, she made her brother repeat them, "You are sure that those were the ex- a order "Quite sure." " . ee nation and of Taal might per! with another | 0 i have invented a story of havi flirted with this man Glover, but he would want to know everything, he would want an explanation, an explanation euch, ae later when was minister somewhere, he wonld demand of another Jower whic! had slighted the prestige of t Britain, She .would have to explain it lucidly, coherently, and she could not. Some months ago perhaps ehe would have had eufficient vitality to invent a plaus: ible tale, but to-night she wae conscious that she was mentally, if not ph rgically weaker than she had before her - in| terview with Hubert Gresham. Now to: night, after her conversation with Glover, ; she was dased, nned. She 00! not find worde "in which to explain. And as ehe neared the house, she won. dered if he would be walling for her, and that she could not aoe : "You h batter' him now," her 'brother - told her, ' "he's disappointed, don't you know, his last evening, and then | "FROM THE RANKS." y 3 $2 Mien Officers Who Started Their Military Career as Privates. That it is quite possib le y rise for a career by Joseph Brome founded alfee family of t soldiers, for i; his death both. his son and his grandson have become generals. In our own days we had General 'Hector Macdonald, whose tragic | career is too. well known 'to need Sir Luke O'Connor, who was one of the earliest rankens to do this. He enlisted in one of the Welsh regiments when a young man, went through . Crimean War, was given a commission for signal bra- very and ability, made a great name for himself when he was aw the newly-created V.C. for saving the colors in action, and | M: then rose, until at length his career ¥ was crowned by his being made a ay a knight. full general But Luke O'Connor was not actu- ally the first of these noted rankers who rose to be celebrated generals. Probably Sir John = Elley could dr gm 0 ley 'ente Army by enlisting as a p#ivate in the on Guards, and he so won the confi- dence and commendation of his su: periors that he was given a com- h | mission, «In the end he became a "Bir," and a full general. The Duke of Wellington looked Beautiful Walls Fo Your Homie Pi oof 5 expensive Fire sending him to play billiarde--what on': earth . . .P "Oh, "don't don't," Judith--pleaded pite- , wae no good asking her It wae her med to p the h do In good oR mo eo humane do in good time, 10! ing that they can do. avails, "th ta. of' faté are be the y. untruth, he thought! that for all the good eking. togemer, In her confueto ng er, In mn thought, in her dazed state of mind, she forgot, having just come from an inter: view with a man lost to all eense of hoi: or, that all men were not ii that With Danvers she was dealing with $ gentleman, 'who would take no word but or own, Re ; But when they returned to the house Danvers was not waiting for them. {hingche could not have told what, held him back from seeing her till she sent for an that he wanted to think. What he had heard would not have affected him so much if it had not come on the of a certain sense, al most, of ort, which had pervaded. hie whole engagement je Ber, He had never, he told feel; u evil gen. | 6 'soldiers of past-daye a8 the of an arm promo pelf General W. M way he had of looking at things revision... Enough to mention hers that Maedo entered a High- land regiment, showed himself so brave and able in battle that, when offered. the choice of a V.C. or a commission, he chose the and then rose quickly 3 heights he 'attained during' the South African campaign. Also we pst nok forget William n cBean, perhaps greatest riv '"'Micky" O'Leary has had ongst "one- man attacker" y. At Lucknow MecBeéan, with his own hand, killed eleven of the mutineers in single combat. After receiving a commission in due course he was ted till he at last found him- "Me that, in. onse to the congratu- lations of his captain at his feat just described; he answered : "Tut, tut, sir! job didna tak