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... .V^. ; :•« ;• ••• -V •• i* -"v >v".: •^S':-&K' om ar. M? AS COAST jf :C '̂ " ^•1 " '4^" :M . ,v'>*';.-;>V -u< o'clock. When he came back with Judge Buller, half an hour after, it Was gone." 1 Flora leaned forward on her el­ bows, chin in hands. No two could have differed more than these two women in their blondness and their prettiness and their wonder. For' Clara was sharp and pale, with silvery lights in eyes and hair, and confront­ ed the facts with an alert, and calcu­ lating observation; but Flora was tawny, toned from brown to Ivory tnrough all the gamut of gold--hair color of a panther's hide, eyes dark haiel, glinting through dust-colored lashes, ^hin round like a fruit. Thr pressure of her fingers accented th«* slight uptilt of her brows to elfish ness, and her look WBB introspective. She might, instead of wondering oa 1 . ... ] "1C outside, have been the very center set aga us _s , of the mystery itsaif, toying with un thinkable possibilities of revelation. She looked far over the head of Clara Britton's annoyance that there shouid be no clew. "Why, don't you see," she pointed out, "that is Just the fun of it? It might be anybody. It might be you, or me, or Ella Buller. Though^ I would prefer to think it was some one we didn't know so well--some one strange and fascinating, who will pres­ ently go slipping out the Golden Gate in a little junk boat, so that no one need be embarrassed." Clara looked back with extraordi­ nary intentness.' "Oh, it's not possible the thing Is stolen. There's some mistake! And if it were"--her eyes seemed to open a little wider to take in this possi­ bility--"they will have detectives all around the water front by to-night. Any one would find it difficult to get away," she pointed out. "Of course; I know," Flora mur­ mured. A faint twitch of humor pull­ ed her mouth, but the passionate ro­ mantic color was dying out of her face. How was it that one's romances It wanted a feVmtautw COul?,beTl80 cruelly pulled down to earth. But still she couldn't quite come down to Clara. "At least," she sighed, "he has saved me an awful expense, whoever took it, for I should have had to have it." Mrs. Britton surveyed this state­ ment consideringly. >Was it the most valuable thing in the collection? ' Flora hesitated in the face of the alert question. "I--don't know. But it was the most remarkable. It Was a Chat worth heirloom, the papers say, and was given to Bessie at the time of her marriage." The thought of the death that had so quickly followed that marriage gave Flora a little shiver, but uo shade of the tragedy touched Clara. There was nothing but speculation in Clara's eyes--that, and a little disappointment. "Then they will put off the auction--if it is really so," she mused. "But there must be something in it, Clara. Why, they closed the doors and searched them--that crowd! It's ridiculous!" Clara Britton glanced at the empty place. "Then that must be what has kept him." "Who? Oh, Harry!" It took Flora a moment to remember she had been expecting Harry. She hoped Clara had not noticed it. Clara always had too much the assumption that she was taking him only as the best-look- ing, best-natured, safest bargain pre­ sented. "He will be here," she re­ assured, "but I wish he would hurry. His dinner will be spoiled; and, poor dear, he likes his dinner so much!" The faint silver sound of the elec­ tric bell, a precipitate double peal, seemed to uphold this statement. The women fac^d each other in a mo­ ment's suspense, a moment of expec­ tation, such as the advance column may feel at sight of a scout hotfoot from the field of battle. There were muffled movements in the hall, then light, even steps crossing the drawing room. Those light steps always sug­ gested a slight frame, and, as always, Flora was re-surprised at his bulk as now it appeared between the parked curtains, the dull black and sharp white of his evening clothes topped by his square, fresh-colored face. "Well, Flora," he said, "I know I'm late," and took the hand Bhe held to him from where she sat. Her face danced with pleasure. Yes, he was magnificent, she thought, as he cross­ ed with his light stride to Mrs. Brit­ ton's chair. He could even Btand the harsh lines and lights of evening clothes. He dominated their ugly con­ vention with his height, his face so ruddy and fresh under the pale brown of his hair, his alert, assured, deft movement. His high good nature had the effect of sweetening for him even Clara Britton's flavorless manner. The "We were speaking of you," with which she saw him to his seat, had all the warmth of a smile, but a smile far In the background of Flora's im­ mediate possession. Indeed, Flora had seldom had so much to say to Harry as at this moment of her ex­ citement over what he bad actually seen. For the evidence that he ha< seen something was vivid in his facl She shook the paper at him. "Tell us everything. Instantly!" He gayly acknowledged her right to make him thus stand and deliver. He shot bis hands into the air with the lightening vivacity that was In him a Bort of wit. "Not guilty," he grinned at her. "Harry, you know you were in It. The papers have you the most Im­ portant personage." "Upon my word! But look here-- wait a minute!" he arrived deliberate­ ly at what was required of him. "If you want to know the way it hap­ pened--here's your Maple room." He began a diagram with forks on the cloth before him, and Clara, who had watched their sparring from her point of vantage in the background, now leaned forward, as if at last they were getting to the point. "This is the case, furthest from the door." He planted a salt cellar in his silver im losure. "I come in very early, at half-past two, before the crowd; fail to meet you there.'* He made mischievous bows to right and left. "I go out again. But first I see ! this ring." v , f w ? A y CHAPTER I. Ths Vanishing Mystery. flora Gil8ey stood on the threshold of her dining room. She had turned her back on It She swayed forward. Her bare arms were lifted. Her hands lightly caught the melding on either side of the door. She was looking in­ tently into the mirror at the other end of the hall. All the lights in the dinirur room were lit, and she saw herself rather ke brilliance. The straight-held head, the lifted arms, the short, slender waist, the long, long sweep of her skirts made her seem taller than she actually was; and the strong, bright growth of her hair and the vivacity cf her face made her seem more deep­ ly colored. She bad poised there for the mere survey of a new gown, but after a mo ment of dwelling op her own reflec­ tion she found herself considering it only as an ohject in the foreground of • picture. That picture, se^n through the open door, reflected in the glass, was all of a bright, hard glitter, all a cigii. uanu iuuc of DcnucSS. Iu «tS paneled oak, in its glare of cut-glass mnd silver, in the shining vacant faces of its floors and walls, there was not a color that filled the eye, not a shad- 4ow where imagination could find play As a background for herself it struck her as incongruous. Like a child looking at the landscape up­ side down, she felt herself In a for­ eign coon try Yet it was hers. She glanced over the table It was set for three. It lacked nothing but the serving of dinner. She looked at the clock to the hour. Shima, the Japanese but­ ler, came in softly with the evening papers. She took them from him. Nothing bored her so much as a pa­ per, but to-night she knew it con­ tained something she really wanted to Me. She opened one of the damp sheets at the page of sales. There it was at the head of the column in thick black type: AT AUCTION. FEBRUARY IS PERSONAL ESTATE OF •LIZABETH HUNTER CHATWORTH CONSISTING OF She read the details with interest down to the end, where the name of the "famous Cnaiwurtu rlug" uuinucu the announcement with a flourish. Why "famous"? it was very provok­ ing to advertise with that vague ad­ jective and not explain it. She turned indifferently to the first page. She read a sentence, re-read it, read it again. Then, as if she could not read fast enough, her eyes gal­ loped down the column. It was the most extraordinary thing! She was bewildered with the feeling that what was blazing at her from the columns of the paper was at once the wildest thing that could possibly have hap­ pened, and yet the one most to have been expected. For, from the first the business had been sinister, from as far back as the tragedy--the end of poor young Chat- worth and his wife--the Bessie, who, before her English marriage, they had all known so well. Her death, that had befallen in far Italian Alps, had made a sensation in their little city, and the large announcements of auc­ tion that had followed hard tipon it had bred among the women who had known her a morbid excitement, ,a feverish desire to buy, as if there might be some special luck in them, the jewels of a woman who had so tragically died. They had been ready to make a social affair of the private •lew held in the "Maple room" be­ fore the acution. And now the whole spectacular business was capped by a sensation so dramatic as to strain credulity to its limit She could not believe it; yet here It was glaring at her from the first page. Still--it might be an exaggeration, a mistake. She must go back to the beginning and read it over slowly. The striking of the hour hurried her. Shima's announcement of din­ ner only sent her eyes faster down the page. But when, with a faint, smooth rustle, Mrs. Britten came in, she let the paper fall. She always faced her chaperon with a little ner­ vousness, agd with the same bense of strangeness with which she so fre­ quently regarded her house. "It's 15 minutes after eight," Mrs. Britton observed. "We would better not wait any longer." She took the place opposite Flora's at the round table. Flora sat down, still holding the paper, flushed and bolt upright with her news. "It's the most extraordinary thing!" she burst forth. Mrs. Britton paused mildly with a radish in her fingers. She took in the presence of the paper, and the suppressed excitement of her com­ panion's face--seemed to absorb them through the large pupils of her light eyes, through all her smooth, pretty person, before she reached for an ex­ planation. "What is the most extraordinary thing?" The query came bland and smooth, as If, whatever it was, it could not surprise her. "Why, the Chatworth ring! At the private view this afternoon it simply vanished! And--and it was all our ' own crowd who were there!" "Vanished!" Clara Britton leaned forward, peering bard in the f»ce of this extraordinary statement. "Stolen, do you mean?" She made it definite. 1 il l Willi i l l \ ihM- tj. 1 rati She. Read It, Reread It, and Read It Again. was it like?" Flora de- Flora flung out her hands. "Well, it disappeared In the Maple room. In the middle of the afternoon, when everybody was there--and they haven't the faintest clew." "But how?" Far a moment the pre­ posterous fact left Clara too quick to be calm. Again Flora's eloquent hands. "That is It! It was In a case like all the ether Jewels. Harry saw it"--she jfriapqed at the paper--"as late as four "What manded. "Like ?" Harry turned a specula­ tive eye to the dull glow of the can­ delabrum, as if between its points of fl*me he conjured up the vision of the vanished jewel. "Like a bit of an old gold heathen god curled round him­ self, with his head, which was most­ ly two yellow sapphires, between his knees, and a big, blue stone on top. Soft, yellow gold, so fine you could almost dent it. And carved! Even through a glass every line of it is right I couldn't seem to get away from it I dropped into the club and talked to Buller about it. He got keen, and I went back with him to have another look at it. Well, at the door Buller stops to speak to a chap going out--a crazy Englishman he had picked up at the club. I go on. By this time there's a crowd inside, but I manage to get up to the case. And first I miss the spot altogether. And then I see the card with his name; and then, underneath I see the hole in the velvet where the god had been." Flora gave out a little sigh of sus­ pense, and even Clara showed a gleam of excitement. He looked from one to the other. "Then there were fire­ works. Buller came up. The detec­ tive came up. Everybody came up. Nobody'd believe it. Lots of 'em thought they had seen it only a few minutes before. But there was the hole in the velvet--and nothing more to be found." "But does no one know anything? Has no one an Idea?" Clar$ almost panted in her Impatience. "Not the ghost of a glimmer of a clue. There were upward of two hun­ dred of us, and they let us out like a chain-gang, one by one. My number was 193, and so far I can vouch there were no discoveries. It has vanished --sunk out of sight." Flora sighed. "Oh, poor Bessie Chatworth!" Harry stared at her. He had the air of a man about to give information, and the air of a man who has thought better of it His voice consciously shook off its gravity. "Well, there'll be such a row kicked up, the proba­ bility is the thing'll be returned and no questions asked. Purdie's keen-- very keen. He's responsible, the exec­ utor of the estate, you see." But Clara Britton leveled her eyes at him, as if the thing he had pro­ duced was not at all the thing he had led up to. "Still, unless there was enormous pressure somewhere--and in this case I don't see where--I can't see what Mr. Purdie's keenness will do toward getting it back." Harry played a little sulkily with the proposition, but he would not pick up the thread he had dropped. "I don't know that any one sees. The question now is--who took it?" "Why, one of, us," said Flora flip­ pantly. "Of course, it is all on the Western Addition." "Don't you believe It!" he answered her. "It's a confounded fine profes­ sional job. It takes more than sleight of hand--it takes genius, a thing like that! There was a chap In England, Farrell Wand. The name floated in a little silence. "He kept them guessing," Harry went on recalling It; "did some great vanishing acts." "You mean he could take things before their eyes without people knowing it?" Flora's eyes were wide beyond their wont. "Something of that sort. I remem­ ber at one of the embassy balls at St. James' he talked five minutes to Lady Tilton. Her emeralds were on when he began. She never saw 'em again." Flora began to laugh. "He must have been attractive." "Well," Harry conceded praetieaily, "he knew his business." "But you can't rely on those sto­ ries," Clara objected. "You must this ttflMt" ke shook his tawny head at her; "I give you my word; for I was there." It seemed to Flora fairly preposter­ ous that Harry could sit there looking so matter-of-fact with such experi­ ences behind him. Even Clara looked a little taken aback, but the effect was only to set her more sharply on. "TJien such a man could easily have taken the ring in the Maple room this afternoon? You think it might have been the man himself?" His broad smile of appreciation en­ veloped her. "Oh, you have a scent line a bloodhound. You haven't let go of that once Bince you started. He could have done it--oh, easy--fcut he went out eight, ten year% ago." "Died?" Flora's rising inflection was a lament. "Went over the horizon--over the r..nge. Believe he died in the col­ onies." "Oh," Flora sighed, "then I shall have to fancy he has come back again, just for the sake of the Chatworth ring. That wouldn't be too strange. It s all so strange I keep forgetting It is real. At least," she went on ex­ plaining herself t^, Harry's smile, "it seems as if this must be going on a long way off, as if it couldn't be so close to us, as If the ring I wanted so much couldn't really be the one that has disappeared." All the while she felt Harry's smile enveloping her with an odd, half-protecting watchfulness, but at the close of her sentence he frowned a little. "Well, perhaps we can And another ring tc take the place of It." She felt that she had been stupid where she should have been most deli­ cate. "But you don't understand," she protested, leaning far toward him as if to coerce him with her generous warmth. "The Chatworth ring was nothing but a fancy I had. I never thought of It for a moment as an en­ gagement ring!" By the light stir of silk she was aware that Clara had risen. She look­ ed up quickly to encounter that odd look. Clara's face was so smooth, so polished, so unruffled, as to appear al­ most blank, but none the less Flora saw It all in Clara's 'eye--a look that was not new to her. It was the same with whldh Clara had met the an­ nouncement of her engagement; the same look with which she had con­ fronted every allusion to the ap­ proaching marriage; the same with which she now surveyed the mention of the engagement ring--a look neith­ er approving nor dissenting, whose calm, considerate speculation seemed to repudiate all Interest positive or negative in the approaching event Ex­ cept the one large question, "What Is to become *ot me?" ' Many times Clara had held it up before her, not as a question, certainly not as an ac­ cusation; as a flat assertion of fact; but to-night Flora felt it so directly and imperatively aimed at her that it seemed this time to demand an audi­ ble response. And Clara's way of get­ ting up, and standing there, with her gloves on, poised and expectant, as If she were only waiting on oportunity to take farewell, took on, In the light of her look, the fantastic appearance of a final departure- "I'm afraid," she mildly reminded them, "that Shima., announced the carriage ten minutes ago!" "Oh, dear, I'm so sorry!" Flora's eyes wavered apologetically in the dl* rection of the waiting Japanese. Clara's flicker of amusement made her bate herself the moment It was out. She could always depend on her­ self when she knew she was on exhi­ bition. She could be sure of the right thing If it were only large enough, but she was still caught at odd mo­ ments by the trifles, the web of a cer­ tain social habit into which she had slipped, full-grown on the smooth sur­ face of her father's million's. Clara's fleeting smile lit up these trifles to her now as enormous. It took advan­ tage of her small deficit to point out to her more plainly than ever to what lMf* blunders she aright tot liable when she had cut loose from Clara's guiding, reminding, prompting genius, and chose to confront the world with­ out it. To be sure, she was not to confront it alone; but, looking, at Harry, (t came to her with a moment's qualm that she did not know him as well as she thought sbe had. CHAPTER II. A Name Goes Round a Table. For to-night, from the moment he had appeared, she had recognized an unfamiliar mood in him, and It bad come out the more they had discussed the Chatworth ring. She wondered, as he heaped her er­ mine on her shoulders, if Harry might not have more surprises for her than she had supposed. Perhaps she had taken him too much far granted. After all, she had known him only for a year. She herself WAS but three years old In San Francisco, and to her new eyes Harry had seemed an old resident thoroughly established. So firmly es­ tablished was he In his bachelor quar­ ters, in his clubs, in the demands made upon him by the city's society, that it had never occurred to her he had ever lived anywhere else. Nor had he happened to mention anything of his previous life until to-night, when he had given her, in that mention of a London ball, one flashing glimpse of former experiences. Imnulaivelv she summed un the pos­ sibilities of what these might have been. She gave blm a look, incredu­ lous, delighted, as he handed her into the carriage. She had actually got a thrill out of easy-going, matter-of-fact, well-tubbed Harry! It was comrade- Ship in Itself. Not that she would have told him. This capacity of hers for thrills she had found need always to keep carefully covered. In the days when she was a shoeless child--those da^s of her father's labor In shaft and dump--she had dimly felt her world to be a creature of a keen, a fairly cruel humor, for all things that did not pertain to the essence of the life it struggled for. The wonder of ths western flare of day, the magic in the white eyes of the stars before sunrise, the mystery in the pulse of the pound­ ing mine heard in the dark--of such it had been as ruthless as this new world that looked as narrowly forth at as starved a prospect with even keener ridicule. Instinctively she had turned to both the hard, bright face they required. Fatherless, motherless, alone upon the pinnacle of her fortune, she had known that such an extraordinary en­ trance, even at this rather wide social portal, would only be acceptable if toned down, glossed over and drawn out by a personality sufficiently neu­ tral, sufficiently potent and sufficiently in need of what she had to give. The successive flickers of the gas lamps through the carriage window made of Clara's profile so hard and fine a little medallion that it was impossible to conceive It In need of anything. And yet it was just their mutual need that had drawn these two women together, and after three years it was still the only thing that held them. As muoh- of a fight as she had put up with the rest--the people who had taken her In ---she had put up the hardest with Clara. Yet of them all Clara was the only one she had failed to capture. Clara was always there In the middle of her affairs, but surveying them from a distance, and Flora's struggle with her had resolved Itself into the attempt to keep her from seeing too much, from seeing more than she her­ self saw. Their dubious Intimacy had created for Flora a special sort of loneliness --a loneliness which lacked the se-' curity of solitude; and it was partly as an escape from this that she had accepted Harry Cressy. By herself she could never have escaped. The Initiative was not hers. But he had presented himself, he had insisted, had, overruled her objections, had captured her before she knew wheth­ er she wanted it or not--and held her now, fascinated by his very suc­ cess in capturing her, and by his beau­ tiful ruddy masculinity. She did not ask hersslf whether women ever mar­ ried for greatep reasons than these. Sbe only wondered sometimes If /he did not stand out more brilliamly against Clara and the others tuaB he Intrinsically was. But these momenta when she was obliged to defend him to herself were always when ho was not with her. Even In the dusky car­ riage she had been as aware of the splendor of his attraction as now when they had stopped between the high lamps of the ciub entrance, and she saw clearly the broad lines of his shoulders and the stoop of hie <"iuare- set bead as he stepped swlni, ,iy to the pavement. After all, she ought to be glad to think that he was going to stand up as tall and protectlngly be- between her and the World, as now he did between her and the press of people which, like a tide of water, swept them forward down the hall, sucked them back in its eddy, and finally cast them, ruffled like birds that have ridden a storm, on the more generous space of the wide, up­ ward stair. From here, locking down on the current sweeping past them, the little islands of black coats seemed fairly Jiowz.cZ the z them--the flow of white, of pale blue and rose, and the high chatter, like a cage of birds, that for the evening held possession. "Ladies' Night!" Harry Cressy mopped his flushed face. "It's aw­ ful!" Flora laughed In the effervescence of her spirits. She wanted to knov teasingly, as they mpunted, if this were why he had brought two 11101 to add to the lot. He only looked at her, with his short note of laughter that made her keenly conscious of his right to be proud of her. She W8 proud of herself, inasmuch as her self was shown in the long trail oi daring blue her gown made up the stair, and the powdery blue of the aigrette that shivered in her bright, soft puffs and curls--proud that her daring, as it appeared In these things, was still discriminating enough to make her right She could recall a time when she had not even been quite sure of her clothes. Not Clara's subdued rustle at her side could make her doubt them now; but her security was still recent enough te be sometimes con­ scious of Itself. It was so short a time since all these talking groups, that made a personage of her, had had the power to put her quite out of countenance. The women who craned over their shoulders to speak to her-- how hard she had had to work to make them see her at all! And to-night it was not the picture exhibition, nor the function itself that elated her, but the fancy she had as she looked over the moving mass below her that the crowning excite­ ment of the day, the vanishing mys­ tery, hovered over them all. It was fantastic, but it persisted; for had not the Chatworth ring itself proved that the most ordinary appearance might cover unimaglned wonders? Which of those bland, satisfied faces might not change shockingly at the whisper "Chatworth" in its ear? She wanted to confide the naughty thought to Harry. But no, he wasn't the one. If Harry were apprehensive of any­ thing at all It was only of being caught In too hot a crush. He saw no possibilities in the mob below ex* cept boredom. He saw no possibil­ ities In the evening but his conven­ tional duty; and Flora could read In his eye his Intention of getting through that as comfortably as pos­ sible. His suggestion that they have a look at the pictures brought the two women's eyes together in a rare gleam of mutual mirth. They knew he sus­ pected that the picture gallery would be the emptiest place in the cluU since to have a look at the pictures was what they were all supposed to be there for. (TO BE CONTINUED.) WILLY WAS TOO LIBERAL Scludula of flMUjS Arrangements. *- ' "v' Dean Ramsay's memoirs contain as tfieedote of an eld woman of strath*. >ey. Just before her death she sol­ emnly instructed her grandnephew: 'Willy, I'm deeln', and as ye'll hae the sharge o' a' I have, mind now that as xrach whisky is to be used at my fu- scral as there was at my baptism." Willy, having no record of the quan- Ity consumed at the baptism, decided ® give every mourner as much as he rlshed, with the result that the fli­ teral procession, having to traverse :en miles to the chruchyard on a »hort November day, arrived only at lightfall. 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We also liave Canada Landg; Minnesota, Missouri and Arkan&a& farms. State your wants. Liberal terms. Address Willi.m T, Batrd Bealty Oo., Plalnrlew, Illinois. TQHUBt SAI.JE-- Dtttilrable litnda in Btjiitiiweiit t(«..>•• • . ip* » e» t i lorlda, the best country oi! Hat rtfc for ntiKlJUf t-ottois, Corn. Grain, Truck uuu Liva stock v is perfectly level--no waste lands. ill*, know vvtiui hitv furui you want.. PfreHfr IX glekm, Buoms 1013-U BmpljM life Untitling, CAD A A I IT Highly Improved 610 act* • ^^et OflhC fu.ru> Indiana ooro belt, thoroughly drained,largo bulldi»|<& «U.' . bump- Br cn.j . mac&dutn roadh, etc., il&O yer acrt. adjoin­ ing land HOG, CUarlea 0. tipencer, Moiitioelki, lmi. FOR SALE 4 acrcsa)Irrigated, fexicctfU Lttd i Dam, out bnllditi*«. Una fishing, hunting, «T*n< | I0«<nery.gr«iaj8uuuuoi loiort.ciaBiUEiptlv^ pft."rad!t«= j I t a u u i y b u s i n e s s l o c a t i o n . W r f t o U . S t e e w r a U , C r t . iaad, i... tseod oi rfclO to grow orops. other farms ana . ranches on application. Writ# FOR SALE