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• • < % 'f «* * . • ' ' - * •'"$>' ";' ~r. *•*"'--•'•'• w ~ ;i ffleaBr 'SfiSS jjy ,(""" "»« iff- * "««*v, -J|*"f «>!tf "1 ,<., '• ..-"Jf-zS#**#" Jyj&riMfW if jCfCM . 'mm/~/vr4Pr *r*pf7*4r#*¥f"' W *>">-*• COPTF/Crar &OS &T jVJSJWUL Ok 2 SYN0PSI8. At a private view of the Chatworth per­ sonal estate, to be sold at auction, the Uhatworth ring mysteriously disappears. Harry Cressy, who was present, describes the ring to his flanc«e, Flora Gilsey, and her chaperon, Mrs. Clara Brltton, as be­ ing like a heathen god, with a beautiful sapphire set in the head. Flora discov­ ers an unfamiliar mood In Harry, espe­ cially when the ring is discussed. CHAPTER II.--Continued. The picture gallery was new, an ad­ dition; and the plain, narrow, unex­ pected door in this place, where all was high, arched, elaborate and flour­ ished, was like a loophole through which to slip Into a foreign atmos­ phere, This atmosphere was resinous of fresh wood; the light was thick with drifting motes; the carpet3 harshly new, slipping beneath the feet on the too polished floor; the bare bones of the place yet scarcely cov­ ered. But its quiet was after all com­ parative. There were plenty of people lingering in groups in the center of the gallery, which was dusky, eclipsed I by the great reflectors that circled' the room, throwing out the pictures in a bright band of color around the walls. People leaning from this bor­ der of light back into the dusk to uiuimur together, vanished and reap­ peared with such fascinating abrupt­ ness that Flora caught herself guess­ ing what sort of face, where this nearest group stood just on the edge of shadow, would pop out of the dark next. She was ready for something ex­ traordinary, but now, when it came, she was taken aback by it. It gave her a start, that toss of black hair, thftt long, Irrsguisr, puis fs.es ®hos9 scintillant, sardonic smile was merci­ lessly upon the poor, inadequate pic­ ture-face fronting him. His stoop above the rail was so abrupt that his long, lean back was almost horizontal, yet even thus there was something elegant in the swing of him--in the careless twist of his head, around, to speak to the woman behind him. The light above struck blind on the glass In one eye, but the other danced with a genial, a mad scintillation. The light of it caught like contagion, and touched the merest glancer at him with the spark of its warm, ironic mirth. The question which naturally rose to Flora's lips--"Who in the world is that?"--she checked; why, she didn't ask herself. She only felt as she followed Clara, trailing away across the floor, that the interest of the evening which had promised so well, beginning with the Chatworth ring, had been raised even a note higher. Her restive fancy was begin­ ning again. All the footlights of her little secret stage were up. Clara turned to the right, following a beckoning fan, and Flora, dallying with her anticipation, reasoned that now they must circle the room before they should face him--the interesting apparition. It was a pilgrimage of which he on the other side was per­ forming his half. Perfunctorily talk­ ing from group to group, conscious now and again of the lagging Clara or Harry, she could nevertheless keep a sly eye on the stranger's equal prog­ ress. The flash of jet, and the volu­ ble, substantial shoulders of the lady BO profusely introducing him, were an assurance of how that pilgrimage would terminate, since it was Ella Buller who was parading him. She even wondered before which of the florid pictures at the far, other end of the room, as before a shrine, the cere­ mony would take place. She kept her, eyes fixed on the paintings before her, and as she moved down from one to another, and the voices -of the approaching group drew nearer, one separated itself from the general murmur, so clear, so res­ onantly carried, so clean-clipped off the tongue, that it stood out in sylla­ bles on the blur of sound which was Ella Buller's conversation. It had color, that voice; it had a quality an sharp, s<£ Individual that it touched her with a mischievous wonder that he dared speak so differently from all the world about him. Then, six pic­ tures away, she heard her own name. "Why, Flora Gilsey!" It was Ella's husky, boyish note. "I've been look­ ing for you all the evening! How d'y'do, Harry?" She waved her hand at him. "Why, how d'y'do, Mrs. Brit- ton? I wouldn't let papa go to sup­ per until I'd found you. 'Papa,' I said, 'wait; Flora and Harry will be here.' Besides," she had quite reached Flora's side by this time and commu­ nicated it in an impressive whisper, "I want you to meet, my Englishman." She looked over her shoulder, and largely beckoned to where the blunt and florid Buller and his companion, with their backs to what they were supposed to be looking at, were ex­ changing an anecdote of infinite amusement. Buller's expression came around slowly to his daughter's beckoning hand, but the Englishman's face seemed to flash at the instant from what he was enjoying to what was expected of him. In the flourish of in­ troductions, across and across. Flora found herself thinking the reality less extraordinary than she had at first supposed. Now that Mr. Kerr was fairiy before her, presented lo her, and taking her in with the same lively, impersonal interest with which he took in the whole room, "as if," sh£ put it vexedly to herself, "I were a specimen poked at him on the end of a pin," it stirred in her a vague re­ sentment; and Involuntarily she held him up to Harry. The comparison showed him a little worn, a little bat­ tered, a little too perfunctory in man­ ner: hut his genial eyes. deep under threatening brows, made Harry's eyes seem to stare rather coldly; and the fine form of his long, plain face, and the sensitive line of his long, thin lips made Harry's beauty look--well, how did it look? Hardly callous. This mixed impression the two men gave her was disconcerting. She was all the more ready, to be wary of the stranger. She had begun with him in the way she did with every one--in­ stinctively throwing out a breastwork of conversation from behind which she could observe the enemy. But though he had blinked at It, be had not taken her up, nor helped her cat; but had merely stood with his head a little canted forward, as if he watched her through her defenses. "But San Francisco must seem so limited after London," she had wound up; and the way he had considered it, a little humorously, down his long nose, made her doubt the interest of cities to be reckoned in round num­ bers. "It's all extraordinary," he said. "You're quite as extraordinary in your way as we in ours." "Oh," she wondered, still vexed with his inventory, "I had always supposed us awfully commonplace. What is our way, please?" "Ah," he said, measuring his long step to hers as they sauntered a lit­ tle, "lor one thing, you're so awfully good to a fellow. In London"--and he nodded back, as if London were mere­ ly across the room--"they're awfully good to the somebodies. It's the way you take in the nobodies over here that is so astonishing--the stray leaves that blow in with your 'trade,' and can't show any credentials but a letter or two, and their faces; and those"--his diablerie danced out again --"sometimes such deucedly damaged ones." It was almost indecent, this parade of his nonentity! She wanted to say: "Oh, hush! Those are the things one only enjoys--never talks about" But I ft .1 i 1 "Who In tfta World l> That?" instead, somewhere up at th-* <p of her voice, she said: "OV. va always lock up our silver!" "But even then," he quizzed fcer, "I wonder how you dare to do it?" "Perhaps we have to. because we ourselves are all--" ("without any credentials hut those you mention.") she had been about to say--but there she caught herself on the very edge of giving herself and all the rest of them away to him; "--all so awfully bored," she mischievously ended with the daintiest, faintest possible yawn ber hind her spread fan. Ho looked as if she had taken him by surprise; then laughed out. "Oh, that Is the way they don't do here," he provoked her. "You mustn't, when I'm not expecting it." "Then what are you expecting?" she inquired a little coolly. "Well," he deliberated, "not expect­ ing you to get me ready for a sweet, and then pop in a pickle; and present­ ly expecting, hoping anxiously antici­ pating, what you really care to say." He was expecting, she looked mali­ ciously, more than he was likely to get; but the fact that he did see through her to that extent was at once delightful and charming. She swayed back into the shadow beyond the dazzling line of light. She wanted to escape his scrutiny, to be able to look him over from a safe vantage- ground. But he wouldn't have it. An instant he stood under the torrent of white radiance, challenging her to see what 6he could--then followed her in­ to her retreat. "Shall wo sit here?" he said, and she found herself hopelessly cut of? and iso!&t?d ^v!th th° onomv She couldn't withhold a little grudg­ ing pleasure in the sharpness with which he had turned her maneuver and the way it had detached them from the surrounding crowd. For there, in the dusky center of the room, it was as if they watched from safe covert the rest of their party exposed in the glare of light; though not, as Flora presently noted, quite escaping observation themselves. For an in­ stant Harry turned and peered toward them with a look in his intentness that struck Flora as something new in him and made her wonder if he could be jealous. She turned tentatively to see if Kerr had noticed It, and sur­ prised his glance In a quick transi­ tion back to hers. "By your leave," he said, and took away her faij, which in his hand pres­ ently assumed such rhythmic motion that it ceased to be any more present to her than a delicate current of air upon her face. He was not, she felt sure, in spite of his light manipulation of her fan, a person who cared to please women, but one of that devastating sort who care above everything to please them­ selves, and who are skilful without practice; too skilful, she feared, for her defenses to hold out against if he Intended to find out what she real­ ly thought. "Aren't we supposed to be looking at the pictures?" she want­ ed to know. Ke turned his back on the.wall and its attendant glare. "Why pictures," he Inquired, "when there are live peo­ ple to rook at? Pictures for places where they're all half dead. But here, where liven the damnable dust in the street la alive, why should they paint, or WTite, or sculpt, or do anything but live?" His irascible brows shot the query at her. Again the proposition of life--what­ ever that was--was held up before her, and as ever she faltered in the face of it "I suppose they do it Here," she murmured, with a vague glance at the paintings around her. "because people do It everywhere else." His disparagement was almost a snarl. -That's the rotten part of it-- because they do it everywhere else! As if there wasn't enough monotony in the world already without every chap trying to be like the next instead |of being himself!" "But If you have to be what people expect?" "People don't, want what they ex­ pect--if you care for that." He waved It away with his quick white hand. "But you have to care, unless you want to be queer." Her poor little se­ cret was out before she knew, and he looked at it, laughing immoderately, yet somehoy delightfully. "Ah, if you think the social game is the game that counts! I had expected braver things of you. The game that counts, my girl," he preached it at her with his long white hand, "the game that is going on out here is the big. red game of life. That's the only one that's worth a guinea; and there's no winning or losing, there's no right or wrong to it, and it doesn't matter what a man is in it as long as he's a | good one." "Even if he is a thief" The ques­ tion was out of Flora's lips before she could catch it. It was a challenge. She had meant to confound him; but he caught it as if it delighted him. "Well, what would you think?" He threw it back at her. What hadn't she thought! How per­ sistently her fancy had played with the question of what sort of man that one might be who had so wonderful­ ly put his hand under a glass case and drawn out the Chatworth ring. "Oh," she laughed dubiously, "I sup­ pose he is a good one as long as he isn't caught." "What!" His face disowned her. You think he's a renegade, do you? A chap in perpetual flight, taking things because he has to, more or less pursued by the law? Bah! It's a guild as old, and a deal more honor­ able, than the beggar's. Your good thief is born to it. It's his caste. It's in his blood. It isn't money that he wants. I' he had a million he'd be the same And it isn't a mania eith­ er. It's a profession." The English­ man leaned back and smiled at her over the elegance of his long, joined finger-tips. She looked at him with a delighted alarm, with an increasing elation; but whether these arose from his lawless declarations and the singular way they kept setting before her more vividly moment bj moment the pos­ sible character of the present keeper of the Chatworth ring, or whether it was just the eight of Kerr himself as he sat there that stirred her, she didn't try to distinguish. "But suppose he was your own thief," she urged; "took your own things, I mean," she hastily amended, "and suppose he turned out to be-- some one you knew and liked--" She hesitated. She had come at last to what she really wanted to say. She had urougut out a question that had been teasing her fancy at intervals all the while he had been talking, and he had not even heard it. He wasn't even look­ ing at her. She had caught him oft bis guard. He was looking across her shoulder straight down the dim vista of the room to the little blaze of bor­ dering light. He was looking at Har­ ry. No, Harry was looking at him. Harry was looking with a steady, an intent gaze, and Kerr meeting it--it might have been merely the blank glare of his monocle--seemed, to Flora, to meet it a- little insolently. She fancied in the instant something to pass between the two men, some­ thing which, this time, she did not mistake for jealousy--a shade too dim for defiance or suspicion, a deep scrutiny that struggled to place some­ thing, some one. Flora felt a sudden wish to break that curious scrutiny. It had broken her little moment. It had shattered the personal, almost intimate note that had been sounded between them. The look Kerr turned back to her was vague, and stirred in her a dim re­ sentment that he could drop it all so easily "Shall we join the others?" It was the voice with which she had begun with him, but her eyes were hot through their light mist of lashes, and he threw her a comprehending glance of amusement. "Oh, no," he assured her, "we can't help ourselves. They are going to join us." Ella Buller, in the van of her pro­ cession, was already descending upon them. Her approach dissipated the last remnant of their personal mo­ ment. Her presence always insisted that there was nothing worth while but instant participation in her gen­ iality, and whatever subject it might at the moment be taken up with. This conviction of Ella's had been wont to overawe Flora, and it still overwhelmed ber; so that now, as she followed in the trail of Ella's marshaled force, she had a guilty feel­ ing that there should be nothing in her mind but a normal desire for sup­ per. . Yet all the way down the great stair, "the Corridors of Time," where the white owl glared his glassy wis­ dom on the passings and counter- passings, she was haunted with the thought that Harry had seen the ex­ traordinary Kerr before; not shaken hands with him, perhaps--perhaps not even heard his name; but somewhere, across some distance, once glimpsed him, and had never quite shaken the memory from his mind. For there was something marked, notable, unfor- getable in that lean distinctiveness. Against the sleek form of the men they met and shook bands with, he flashed out--seemed In contrast fairly electric. She saw him, just ahead of her where the crowd was thickening in the door of the supper room, mak­ ing way for Clara through the press with that exasperating solicitude of his that was half ironic. The room, hot, polished, flaring re­ flections of electric lights from its glistening floor, announced Itself the heart of high fastivity, through the midst of which their entrance made an added ripple. The flushed faces of the women under their flowers, un­ der their pale-tinted hats, with their smiling recognitions to Clara, to Flora, to Ella, Bmiled with a sharpened in­ terest. It prdfclaimed that Kerr was a stranger, and, in a circle which found Itself a little stale for lack of innovations, a desirable one. Apparently the dominant note of their party was Ella's clamorous se­ lection for the supper; but to Flora the more real thing was the atmos­ phere of excitement and mystery she had been moving in all the evening. She was pursued by the obsession of something more about to happen-- something imminent -- though, of course, nothing would; at least, how could anything happen here, to them? And by "them," she meant herself and these people around her so stupid­ ly talking--the eternal repetition of the story she had read out that even­ ing to Clara, and not one glimmer of light! She wondered if her obsefesion was all her own--or did it reach to one of them? Certainly not Ella; not Judge Buller, settled into his collar, choosing champagnes. Clara? She had to skip Clara. One never knew whether Clara had not more behind her smooth prettiness than ever she brought to light? Kerr? Perhaps. With him she felt potentialities enormous. Harry? Never. Harry was being appealed to by all the wom­ en who could get at him as to his part in the affair--what had been his sen­ sations and emotions? But Flora knew perfectly well he had had none. He was only oppressed by the atten­ tion his fame in the matter, and the central position of their table, brought hlin. Protesting, be made hia part as small as possible. "Oh, confound it, if I can't get at my oysters!" he complained, leaning back into his group again with a sigh. "You divide the honors with the mysterious unknown, eh?" Kerr In­ quired across the table. "Hang it, there's no division! I'd offer you a share!" Harry laugbed, and it occurred to Flora how much Kerr could have made of it. "Purdie'd like to share something," Bulier vouchsafed. "He's been paw­ ing the air ever since Crew cabled, and this has blown him up complete-< ly." "Crew?" Flora wondered. Here was something mere happening. Crew? She had not heard LluU name before. It made a stir among them all; but if Kerr looked share. Clara looked sharper. She looked at Harry and Harry was vexed. "Who's Crew?" said Ella; and the judge looked around on the silence. "Why, bless my soul, isn't it-- Oh, anyway, it will all be out to-morrow. But I thought Harry'd told you. The --tv. --... r>--....... vuuinuun i 1U6 Wi&au C s. It had the effect of startling them all apart, and then drawing them closer together again around the table over the uncorked bottles. "Why," Judge Lsuiier went on, "this ring is a celebrated thing. It's the 'Crew Idol!'" He threw the name out as if that in itself explained every­ thing, but the three women, at least were b lank . "Why celebrated?" Clara objected. "The stones were only sapphires" Kerr smiled at the measure of fame. "Quite so," he nodded to her, "but there are several sorts of value about that ring. Its age, for one." He 'had the attention of the table, as If they sensed behind his words more even than Judge Duller could have told them. "And then the superstition about It It's rather a pretty tale," said Kerr, looking at Flora. "You've seen the ring--a figure of Vishnu bent back­ ward into a circle, with a head of sapphire; two yellow stones for the cheeks and the brain of him of the one blue. Just as a piece of carving it is so fine that Cellini couldn't have equaled it, but no one knows when or where it was made. The first that is known, the Shah Jehan had it in his treasure house. The story is he stole it, but, however that may be, he gave It as a betrothal gift to his wife-- possibly the most beautiful"--his eye­ brows signaled to Flora his uncer­ tainty of that fact--"without doubt the best-loved woman in the world. When she died It was buried with her --not in the tomb itself, but in the Taj Mahal; and for a century or so it lay there and gathered legends about Makes the skin eoft as velvet. Improves-1 complexion. Best sfcampon insure, sk;u ernj-.rS.ms. Munjon's Hair Inrigorator cures dandratt •tops hair from falling out, makes hair grow. If you hare Dyspepsla^or any liver trouble, use Munron's f»w-paw fills. They- cure Bii- loudness. Constipation and drive all LmpurltlM from the blood. -- MUNYON'S HOMEOPATHIC nCiiE RE •EST CO., roiiaucipnia. pa. it as thick as dust. It was believed to be a talisman of good fortune--es­ pecially in love. "It had age; it had intrinsic value; it had beauty, and that one other Quality no man can resist--it was the only thing of its kind in the world. At all events, it was too much for old Neville Crew, when he saw it there some couple of hundred years ago. When he left India the ring went with him. He never told how he got it, but lucky marriages came with it, and the Crews would not take the house of lords for it. Their women have worn it ever since." For a moment the wonder of the tale and the curious spark of excite­ ment it had produced in the teller kept the listeners silent. Clara was was the first to return to facts. "Then Bessie--" she prompted eagerly. Kerr turned his glass in meditative fingers. "She were it as young Chat- worth's wife." He held them all in an increasing tension, as if he drew them toward him. 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