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He had been smitten by "her beauty on the preceding afternoon, but now .that he had talked with her, basked in her smile, watched the thousand expressions that flashed in the lovely eyes and seemed to dance on the Sweet lips, his admiration had grown intoâ€"what? That aching in the heart, a craving to see more of her, to hear her, to, be near her, which. ,we call‘ love. His face grew pale in the intensity of his thonghts, and unconsciously he murmured: “Lord Arrowdale’s (laughter, and Eliâ€"am a poor painter! And it was she whom I heard last night! I} knew it! Lord Arrowdale’s daughter! ,Will he be angry with her for staying 'to talk with me? For letting me paint her? Perhaps he will tell her that she sinned against the fetishes, Conventionality and Proprietyâ€"willl forbid her to recognize me when she, sees me again. And I must see herll 1' must! I must! Norah! I never {thought the name so beautiful beâ€" fore! 011, Jack, Jack, you didn’t call me a fool last night, but I de- Scrved that you should! Norah!” I-Ie murmured the name as if it were the sweetest music in his ears;' then he looked at her figure in the sketch and, as if it cost him a. tre- mendous effort, he gently and softly drew the Wet brush over it and ef- faced it. “I stole that,” he murmured. “It; was not fair. It was sacrilegc! But! some dayâ€"” He‘ broke off suddenly, becoming’ conscious that he was not alone. At the right of him among the trees; flickered a. patch of pink. It was a woman’s dress. He looked at it with; some Slll‘plllSO, and saw a tall, Silllli girl, with black hair and dark, melt- ing eyes, which were fixed on Someâ€". thing in the distance. She. had not seen him, and he had sat too 1110â€", tionless and quiet for her to have', heard him. He wondered vaguelyi what she was looking at until he. saw a waiting, impatient. look. 'A lover has no eyes for any other woman than the mistress of his heart, but Cyril Borne was an artist and he noticed that the girl was more than pretty, and he watched; her as she stood tapping her small foot on the ground and plucking at the cheap but neat lace on her dress -â€"â€"watchcd her absentâ€"mindedly. Suddenly she turned her head, as' one instinctively does when one is watched, her dark face flushed and she made a movement as if to conâ€" ceal herself behind the trees, but asl Ihad offered his to the vanity already existing be- hind the pretty faceâ€"“and now I must be going,” he said instead, and he began to pack up his things. ln doing so he dropped his box of colâ€" ors, and Decca quite. naturally Went down, on one knee to help in their recovery. “You are very kind and I am very clumsy," he was saying, with a laugh, when, as if from the ground, Guildford Berton and his black horse stood before them. -. Becca uttered a cry and let drop the box, and Cyril, looking up, fan- cied he saw, if not fear, a look of recognition in her face, which had grown suddenly peony-colored; but Mr. Guildford Berton glanced at her in a cursory sort of way. “Ah, Becca," he said carelessly. She stood for a minute. her eyes fixed upon the ground; then putting the box on the edge of the easel, turned and disappeared among the trees. Cyril expected Guildford either to ride on. or to commence a verbal, perhaps a physical, upon him in continuation of that of the morning, but calmly went on arâ€" ranging his painting tools. But, to his surprise, Guildford Ber- ton dismounted, and coming up to him. said: a “Mr. ilinrneâ€"for I have lbarned in the village that that is your nameâ€"- I have come to offer you an apology for myâ€"(li‘scourtcsy this morning. I: was engaged in deep thought when I1 came upon you suddenly, and, being quite unprepared for your presence, I â€"I candidly admitâ€"lost my temper. I beg to tender you an apology.” “I accept it, Mr. .ierton,” he said. “I fancy we both lost our tempers, Berton attacklow, and, leading the way up a path I f l Had the face been positively ugly he would have forgiven it, but it was the expression which marred it and of which he complained to him- self. Just before nine he put on his hat and started in search of the cottage. Following Mrs. Brown’s directions, he walked up the lane behind the horse pond and presently came upon a door in a high wall, behind which he could see the upper windows and chimneys of an old cittage. As this was the only house in the lane, Cyril concluded that it must be Mr. Guildford Berton’s abode, and he was as unfavorany impressed by it as he had been by its owner. One expects a country cottage to be light and cheerful; Mr. Guildford Berton’s resembled a small lunatic asylum, and had a morse and for- bidding appearance, singularly out of place in the pretty green lane. He tried to open the door, but it was locked apparently, and he touch- ed a bell handle, which hung high up in the wall, above the reach of infanâ€" tile hands. The bell clange'd harshly and quite in keeping with the gloomy appearâ€" ance of the wall, and, after a few minutes, the door was opened by an old woman, who eyed him with an expression that puzzled him; it was not exactly one of suspicion, rather the concentrated look of person who lacks one of the senses and is endeavoring to up for its loss by more than Ol‘dill-!had not happened ary acuteness of the remaining four. “Is Mr. Berton at home?"- Cyril. ' The woman nodded the door wide enough for him to en- ter, let it go and it fell to with a a shiver: ran slight, taking )t as a sharp clang. Then, with a gesture, she beckoned Cyril to folâ€" which was lined on each side' by thick shrubs and wound so that iti hid the cottage, she stopped before a (100' and motioned to him to enter, instead of preceding him and nouncing him in the usual way. Cyril found the door ajar, and, pushing it, entered a small hall. The place was remarkably quiet, and after waiting for a minute to see if his host would come out from some room to receive him, Cyril knocked at a door which he thought might be that of a sitting room. No response came, and, after an- didn’t “'0? At any rate, I am 5‘11‘0 the woman who had let him in; but I did. But, you see, I disliked being disturbed at my work as much as:shrubs’ you did at your thinking. And, af- ter all, it was I who was in the wrong, thought I am glad to find that I was not quite such a criminal ed the door of the room at as~â€"-well, as I supposed,” he said, good-naturedly, for he was going to say, "as you tried to make me out.” “I hear that you are staying at the rooms at The Chequers?" “Yes,” said Cyril, “and very jelly little rooms they are”. “Yes. I am living in a small cotâ€" tage in the lane close by; any one will show it. to you. Perhaps if you are not more profitably or pleasant- ly engaged you will come in and smoke a cigar with me this evening?’ He gave the invitation almost in the same tone as that in which he apology, and Cyril vould have liked to have declined, but, thinking it would seem ungraâ€" cious, he accepted at once. “I shall be very pleased,” he re- plied. “Very Well, then," said Berton. “I am going to the Court," he said slowly, “and shall see the earl. I am sure that he will permit me to convey to you his permission to go about the estate.” “Thanks Very much,” said Cyril. It’s Very good of you. But I saw Guildford W but and so a call your servant, the woman who five opened the door to incâ€"but all to make, no purpose; and I’m afraid that if I asked tilâ€"J " an- out to meet him strongly and he saw WILL IT 663.11.: TO THIS? A new pilot for the Russian ship of state. live in such an outâ€"ofâ€"the-way place much alone? I've tried to . to come in it is likely you mlght have lain here un- “I died? There was no fear of and, opening that. It isn’t fatal.” I-fe dropped back as he spoke, andl through him. Cyril, sign of a relapse, looked round the room for some re- storative. Behind the chair was a cupboard door, and, in the hope that he might find some brandy, he opened it. As he did so the pungent odor he had detected before came that the cupboard contained a numâ€"I ber of bottles such or are used for chemicals. Oneâ€"a small phial of beside itâ€"stood at the extreme edge of the shelf as if it had been hastily place there. (To be Continued.) ..___.¢ .__~_ fi’lhfitfii’dio‘éi Xfiii‘i‘fgkiiff f-E‘E.‘ EMPERQR (if GERMANY the winding path, with its thick effectually hid everything from View, and, not liking to shout out “Mr. Berton, where are you?” he returned to the hall and gently openâ€" which he had knocked. It was a sitting room, as he had suspected, but so dimly lighted by a. small petroleum lamp that at first .he could scarcely distinguish any- he grew accustomed to the light, he was startled to see Guildford Berâ€" ton's figure lying back in an armâ€" .chair. It was placed with its back quietly as possible and refrain from waking his host, who had apparently so completely forgotten his visitor. of relief, something in the attitude of .the figure struck him, and he noiseâ€" lessly drew a little nearer. Guildford asleep, had fallen into slumber very suddenly and in a very uncomforta- ble position; his head lay all one lsidc of the chair and his legs were stretched out with a peculiarly helpâ€" less expression about them. As Cyril looked he experienced a sudden shock, for the thought flash- ed upon him that the man‘ was dead! The stillness of the place hung 'Cyl‘il lllcchanicany raised his hilt She the earl this afternoon and he was.over it like a pan and for the first stepped forward and stood looking, at him halfâ€"shyly, halfâ€"defiantly. ‘ “It is very warm,” said Cyril, for the sake of saying something, won- dering whether she was a servant, and inclined to decide that she was a farmer’s daughter. Becca inclined her head. “Yes,” she said. _“What are you doing?” and her dark eyes wandered curiously to the picture. “Painting,” he replied, checking a smile. She came up to him and looked at Cyril’s mind that he had quite a grand private View that day. “It’s very pretty,” she said; then, as she looked at him again she made a half curtsey and said, her face crimson: "Iâ€"-I beg your pardon, sir. Iâ€"I didn’t know you were a gentle- man.” “Didn't you? Well, that’s a mis- take other people ofien make. And, after all, perhaps I’m not. But we the sketch, and the thought crossedlmnmt [or Cyril saw, 01. fancied he kind enough to make me free of the place.” “You saw the earl? I’m very glad. Thenâ€"this evening?” “Yes, about nine o’clock, if that's not too early,” and Guildford Ber- ton rode off slowly in the direction of the Court. . Some feeling that he could not ex- plain caused Cyril to glance back after he had gone a few hundred yards, and he did so in time to see the pink dress flit close up beside the black horse. It was there only a saw, }uildford llerton raise his hand with a warning gesture and Becca disappeared again. CHAPTER V III. Cyril worked at his sketch all the afternoon with a keener delight than he had eVer before experienced; for, though he had painth out Norah’s figure, the picture was so slosely conâ€" won't argue the question; you have nected with her that her presence acâ€" done nothmg that requires my par- tually seemed to be in the room as don. 'Are you waiting for some one‘?’ “No,” she said in a low voice. “I, Was looking at the deer.” He nodded. had not seen her before, and yet He was sure that he licious a time for him. he painted; and he paused now and again. to lean back and recall the morning, which she had made so de- Then, when he had finished his dinnerâ€"a simple somehow her voice seemed familiar" affair of chops and a tart, but which to him. Suddenly there flashed uponihe enjoyed with the rest. him the recollection of the fragment of conversation he had heard by the horse pond last night, and he looked at her with more interest. “])0 you live near here?” "In the village, sir.” "Wellâ€"I suppose I mustn't ask you your name?” he said, with the frank smile in his eyes and about his lips that was so characteristic and irre- sistible. "Oh. yes, sir; I’m Becca South.” “Becca? That’s short for lichecca, he asked. I suppose? Well, it's a pretty name,‘ and"â€""you’re a pretty girl" he Was going to add, thoughtlessly, but it struck him at the moment; that which youth and a good appetite alone can giveâ€"he lit. a pipe and bethought himself of Mr. Guildford Berton’s inâ€" vitation. If Cyril had followed his own inâ€" clination he would have avoided any further acquaintance with the gen- itleinun who could be offensive one lhour and conciliatory the next; but he had accepted and intended going, lthough there was something about Guildford Berton which repelled Cyril. For one thing, he (lid not like a man whose eyes so continually ‘sought the ground instead of those :of his fellowmen; and there was a fcertain turn of 'lhe lips and the chin ,time, he noticed a faint and peculiar odor in the room, that reminded him. of the smell hanging about a chemâ€" ist's shop. He Went tip to the motionless figâ€" ure and bent over it. The eyes were half open, the lips tightly compressâ€" ed, but, whatever else was the matâ€" ter, Cyril saw by the slow and labâ€" ored breathing that Guildford Berton was not dead. Considerably alarmed, he looked round for a bell, but, not seeing any sign of one, he went to the door and called to the woman, “Hi!” No response came, the stillness was unbroken and, hurriedly returnâ€" ing to the unconscious man, he shook him gently by the shoulder and called him by his name. This failing of effect, he searched the room for some water, and, seizing a carafe from a side table, poured out some of its contents into the Palms of his hands and bathed Guildford Berton's forehead. After. a few minutes, which seemed years to Cyril, Berton opened his eyes and heaved a long sigh; then a gleam of returning intelligence came into his face and, making an effort to sit up, he said, staring at his visitor: “The bottlwâ€" Put it away!" “What bottle?” Cyril asked anx- iously. “I don’t see any. What has happened? Are you ill?" “Iâ€"I beg your pardon,” said Berâ€" ton with an effort. “I’m very sorry. The fact isâ€"â€"” His eyes wandered from Cyril’s face to the table, as if seeking something, and a look of reâ€" lief seemed to come into his face in its absence. “The fact is, Iâ€"‘well, I suppose I have had a fit." “A fit!” said Cyril. “Are you sub- ject to them, then?" “Well, I’ve had one or two before," replied Guildford .lerton, avoiding his questioning and anxious gaxe. “Butâ€"but,” said Cyril more graveâ€" it was scarcely a wise thing to add which offended Cyril's artistic sense..1y still. "if that's 50, is it Wise to f v thing distinctly. Then suddenly, as a . l to the window, and Cyril, thinking, that he had fallen asleep, wondered, whether he had not better return as; illut as he turned to go, with a sense. Berton, if he \K'r-re‘ ,KAISER WILLIAM IS POVERTY STRUCK. Spite of Four Millions a Year He Has Difficulty in Making Ends Meet. It is a popular delusion that the German Emperor is a very rich man. Inasmuch as the matter of money ,and of wealth is purely relative of 51.110 Kaiser should be placed in finanâ€" cial comparison and competition with some of the Kings of Europe, (or some of the American captains .of industry, he would be called a. poor sman, for he has the greatest difficulâ€" ‘ty in making both ends meet. It is 'true that he has an annual income of approximately $5,000,000, but it should be remembered that he has tastes luxuriant; and expensive as well as unique. People generally imâ€" lagine that he receives a salary in his capacity as German Emperor. 'As a matter of fact Emperor William ‘does not receive one farthing in his capacity as German Emperor, but 'fulfills the duties of this honorary (position free. of charge to the Federâ€" ation of German States. The Kaiser draws his income, first as King of iPrussia and second as private land :owner. , NECESSARY ECONOMIES. Many of the races regarding the .poverty of the Emperor’s resources were brought to light in connection with the recent marriage of the Crown Prince. In some respects in connection with this wedding“. which one would have supposed wo. d have been made one of the wonders of modern Germany, the strictest econâ€" lomics were practiced. 'And these ecomomies were matters of necessity. Fortunately the Crown Prince marâ€" ried a woman with moneyâ€"not alâ€" ways the case where marriage of State are sometimes brought about and when questions of geography and ] race and rank figure for more than the actual cash. It is estimated that the bride of the Crown Prince brought to the family a nice little nest egg of $20,000,000â€"certainly enough to set any ordinary family up in housekeeping. And this addi- tion to the income of the reigning family of Prussia, it may be observâ€" ed in passing, was doubly Welcome to the Kaiser, who has been hard- pressed for funds during the past year. 'AS KING OF I’RUSSIA. Though Emperor William receives no income as German Emperor his income as King of Prussia amounts to about $4,000,000 per annum. The Emperor of Russia receives an anâ€" nual allowanCe of approximately $5,- 000,000, and the Emperor of Aus- tria an annual allowance of more than $4,000,000. lloth of these mon~ archs receive additional allowances for certain definite purposes, and both of them own vast landed es- tates far superior in acreage to the lerman Emperor‘s possessions. "he Sultan of Turkey receives an annual allowance of $10,000,000, and the King of Italy draws over $3,000,000 per annuam. while the incomes of Several monarchs of smaller States are nearly as large as that of the King of PrHSsia. The amount of 5%,â€" 000.000 German Emperor in his capacity of i the Kaiser's granted annually to the‘ King of Prussia is not. taken from revenues from State dominions which were formerly the private property of the Prussian royal house. Crown lands Were handed over to the State, and in return the State pays a fixed Iannual income to the monarch. BIGGEST LAND OWNER. The Kaiser owns 83 landed estates, comprising a total of 250.000 acres, H0 is the greatest land owner in Ger-e many, and his pOSSessions far exceed those of the three land owners whose estates rank next to his own in acre- age. These are the Prince of Plesse, who owns 125,000 acres, the Duke of Ujest, who owns 100,000 acres, and the Duke of Ratibon, whose estate is much smaller. Some of the land of estates is rented to Ifarmers, but the Emperor carries on business on his own aCcount in sever- . . . ‘ . _ , r V ' '~ blue glass, With a medicine measnreial. pads 01 the countrty‘ lho kamâ€" .er s workmen are all pald-abnormally high wages, and all his employee reâ€" ceive liberal pensions in their old age or in case of sickness. He also provides liberally for their widows and their children out of his private purse. All these payments consume a large proportion of the profits, so that the Emperor's income from his estates is comparatively small, Pracâ€" tically speaking, therefore, the Gerâ€" man Emperor is obliged to live on his royal income of $4,000,000 per annum. which is altogether insuffiâ€" .cient for his requirements. Though Ethe Kaiser has many eccentricities {he really has few personal extravaâ€" gances, but lives a simple and strain. nous life of hard work and little luxury. He spends little money on his table. for the cuisine of the Gerâ€" man Imperial residence is notorious for its inferiority. The Kaiser is not a dandy and spends a comparatively small amount yearly on his clothes, The horses he rides are not of partic- cularly good breed, and not unusualâ€" ly expensive. He is not a gambler, and does not indulge in other- d‘lSSi-z pations which would be excused in a. person of his position. OYAMA, TEE SILENT. 'Commander of Japanese Alfiny Who Wastes No Words. In Moscow Military Hospital at present are 150 wounded Japanese 'soldiers, nearly all of whom fell into lRussian hands during the early stage iof the battle of Muk‘den. A correspondent who has interview~ ed one through the medium of an in- terpreter obtained the following inn §formation about Field Marshal 50yama: “Unlike General ways speaks encouragineg to his ioflicers before a battle, our Comâ€" manderâ€"inâ€"Chief says nothing. Nor does he say much after a victory. At lthe battle of the Shaho a dcspatch {rider named I-liroto did a brave act. which was contrary to the instrucâ€" [tions he received. The Field Marshal sent for him, questioned him, and isent him away without praise or iblame. I-l'iroto thought the Com- lmaderâ€"inâ€"Chief’s silence meant that he was about to order some p11nish~ lment and killed himself with his bayâ€"- onet. Almost before he was dead a. staff officer rode up with a hundred . yen in money, which Marshal ()yama [had sent the suicide in reward for Ibis courage. The reward arrived too ilate. “At the battle of Liaoyang the Marshal was slightly wounded in the left arm, He said nothing about it, and all the soldiers who knew also kept silence, fearing that if they spoke the news wotlld spread in an exaggerated form and cause depres- sion in the army. “The Field Marshal is the most reâ€" ligious man in the whole army, and often complained that many officers when learning European methods al- so acquired European tendencies to unbelief. He believes in all the Jap- anese gods, and has a temple at his house in Tokio.” __.____+____. (100D AU'I‘FI‘ORITY. “Von told. me youghad a diary. i‘fl‘hrre is it, old man?" } “Ow-r there.” { “Vain; that is your wife.” , “'ii'rll, she keeps account of all I fdo." I W A (Till? APE It WAY. i If you are looking for trouble and can’t a"'ord a: automobile, buy a mule. 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