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f^aSbs?? i„ • s&kl?' * H i -. : 11 THE fl.TIKVTJT frl.AlXnlKAI.kR. McHENBT. iywopsis^ •»«*"-1 »• - r -'*•< t,. it * i^, >•, •>-$m HI After stealing th« Omber Jewels &nd tShe ' jHuysman war plans in L-onclon Mlcnaal 'S snyHrd returns to Troyon's. Paris inn. 4,- :: for the fire) time in many ye^rs because ?*'*;, tie thinks Kodfly, a Scotland Yard man. Is on his trait At dinner a conversation , between Cbnite de Morbihan, M. Bannon Ml SIP. Bannon about the Lone wolf, » <*elebrat™i cracksman who works alone, alarms liim. Lanyard drosses and goes V,« ' V ^ r.ut. leaving: Roddy snoring in the next '-z - loom, th^n canifs back stealthily, to nna P > * - I n h i s r o o m M i l e . B a n n o n . I n t h e a p a r t - *v'* <: , ,tnent near the Trocadoro he finds anlp- W"' *.*,* VitatSon from The Pack to the Lone Wott , 'Vt J°in them, l^anynrd attempts to als- «»,*• •> ^ pose of the Omhor Jewels, but finds that 'f . ,fThe Pack has forbidden the buyers to «eai with him. He meets three masked tnembf>rs of The Pack, Popinot, apache, fend Wertheimer. EnplSsh mobsman, but the third, an American. Is unknown to film. He refuses alliance with them. On Shin return to his'room he is attacked in fig** 4lh® dark, but knocks out his assailant. pEi „ ,'jC' , ijle prives the unconscious man, who proves |o be the mysterious American,' a hypo-. K?', 's ilermic to keep him quiet, discovers that ftoddy his beep murdered In his bed with r'ij; , K. 4he evident intention of fastening the >• _ " 1 . rrime on him. and changing the appear- A\ tmce of the unconscious Aineilean to re- geirible his own, starts to leave the house. -•» * '"i- . |n the corridor he encounters Lucia Ban- i ' * lion, who Insists on leaving with him. v fTaving no money Lucia is obliged to take A- • Refuge with Lanyard in the studio of an '•f*" .» f 'fibsent artist friend of his. He locks her "••'J |n a room alone and retires to get some m\- > • fest himself. After sleep Lanyard finds tv* - fits viewpoint changed. He tells Lucia *•, _ _ „ "Who he Is. CHAPTER XIV--Continued. ---Sfts caught hsr breath sharply-- whether, with dismay or mere surprise at his frankness he couldn't tell. •'Are you?" she demanded quickly. "A crook--and all that? Miss Ban­ non. you know it!" "The Lone Wolf?" "You've known it all atoft£» De Mor­ bihan told you--or else your father. Or it may be you were shrewd enough to guess it from De Morbihan's gas­ conading at the table. At all events. It's plain enough to me that nothing but desire,to secure proof of my iden­ tity with the I .one Wolf took you to my room last night--whether for your personal satisfaction or at the insti­ gation of Bannon--and that nothing less than your own disgust with what was .going on actuated you to run away from such intolerable associa* tions. Though, at that, I don't believe you even guessed hOw unspeakably vicious they were!" He paused and waited, anticipating furious denial or attempt at refuta­ tion; such would, indeed, have been the logical development of the temper in which she had descended to con­ front him. Rather than this, she seemed calmed and sobered by his charge; far from resenting It, she appeared disposed to concede its fairness; anger deserted t her expression, leaving it intent and *' grave. She came quietly into the room and faced him squarely across the iff"--"table. - - - $ "You thought that ill of me--that I #&*.4..<nyag capable of spying on you--yet were generous enough' to Relieve I •lj|?£||«sptsed myself for doing it?" \t* "Not at first. At first, after we had 1;' „ met back there ih the corridor^ 1 was pKi':s|i"?;':teonvinced you were bent on further ' v... * ; jspving. Not till within this hour, since ^';JV,'"'iwaking up, did I begin to understand ^oyv impossible It would be ,for you to lend yourself to such villainy as was at work last night." "But if you thought that of me then, why did you--" ~ "I can't tell you," he Bald slowly-- f*I don't know why. I can only presume It must be because--1 can't help be­ lieving in you." s, ' f Her glance wavered, her color deep- £ f - ened. . "I don't understand--" she murmured. , 'JUli. ^ ^ , "Nor I," he confessed tn a tone as low. - ' - • - A sudden grumble from the teakettle on thie table between them provided" -welcome distraction. Lanyard lifted lit off and slowly poured the boiling water on a measure of tea in an earth- entrare pot- "A cup of this and something to eatll do us no harm." he vefttured, r smiling uneasily--"especially if we're : to pursue our psychological inquiry into the whereforeness of the human •tendency to change one's mind!" n n By, LOUIS JOSEPH VANCEw^i-^^ ' (Oopyrlghl by Louis Joseph Vance.) A & CHAPTER XV. 'S - „ • &•" " 'tiVV--1" ' " Confessional V When the girl made no response, but play the spy last night. Miss Bannon-- you couldn't keep it up. You ran away to escape further contamination from that pack of jackals." "Not--you feel sure--merely to keep you under observation?" "I do feel suas of that. I have your word for it." • . » The girl deliberately finished her tea and sat back, regarding him stead­ ily beneath level brows. Then she Said with an odd laugh: "You have your own way of putting <m» on honorl" "I don't need to--with ypu." She analyzed this with gathering perplexity. "What do you mean by that?" v "I mean I don't need to put you on your honor--because I'm sure of you. But even If I were not, still I'd refrain from exacting any pledge, or attempt­ ing to." He paused and shrugged be­ fore continuing. "If I thought you were still to be distrusted. Miss Bannon, I'd say; 'There's a free door; go when you like, back to the Pack, turn in your report, and let them act as they see fit.' Do you think I care for them? Do you Imagine for one instant that I fear any one--or all--of that gang?" If he might read her countenance, it expressed more than anything else dis­ tress and disappointment.,,-.:,. ,v Why do you boast like this--to me?" "Less through self-satisfaction than through contempt for a pack of mur­ derous mongrels--impatience that I have to consider such creatures as Popinot, Wertheimer, De Morbihan, and--all that crew!" "And Bannon," she corrected calm­ ly--"you meant to say!" "Well--" he stammered, discounte­ nanced. It doesn't matter," she assured him. "I quite understand, and strange as it may sound, I've very little feeling in the matter." And then she acknowl­ edged his stapeSed stare with a weary little smile. "I know what I know," she affirmed with obscure significance, I'd give a good deal to know how much you know," he muttered in his confusion. "But what do you.know?" she caught him up--"against Mr. Bannon--against: my father, that is--that makes you so ready to suspect both him and me?" "Nothing," he confessed--"I know nothing; but I suspect everythipg and everybody. And the more I think of it, the more closely I examine that brutal business of last night, the more I seem to sense his will behind it all as one might glimpse a face in dark­ ness through a lighted lattise." His pause and questioning look evoked no answer; the girl sat move­ less and intent, meeting his gaze with a countenance inscrutable.. And some­ thing in her Impassive attitude worked a little exasperation into his temper. "Why," he declared hotly--"if I dare trust to Intuition--forgive me if I pain you--" , . She interrupted with Impatience: "I've already begged you not to con­ sider my feelings, Mr. Lanyard! If you dared trust £o your intuition--then what?" • "Why, then I could believe that Mr. Bannon. your father--I could believe it was his orderitbat-.killed pobr Roddy! There could be no doubting her hor­ rified and half-incredulous surprise. "Roddy?" she iterated in a whisper almost inaudible, with face fast blanch­ ing. "Roddy-*-" "Inspector Roddy of Scotland Yard, he told her mercilessly, "was murdered tn his sleep last night at Troyon s. The murderer broke Into his room by way of mine--the two adjoin. He used my j razor, wore pay dressing-gown- to pro- some excuse, but you were not right. I ran away--yes--but* not because of that. I never dreanied--" She fell silent, sitting with bowed head and twisting her hands together In a way he found it painful to watch. "But please," he implored, "don't take it so much to heart, Miss Ban­ non. If you knew nothing, you couldn't have, prevented it." "No," she said brokenly, "I could have done nothing if I had known. But I didn't. It isn't that--it's the horror and pity of it. And that you could think--" "But I didn't!" he protested--"truly I did not. And for what I did^ think, for the injustice I did do yoa. believe me, I'm truly sorry." "You were quite satisfied " she said, "not only by the testimony of appear­ ances, but to a degree, In fact. You must know--now I, must tell you--" ' "Nothing you don't wish to!" he In­ terrupted quickly. "The fact that I practically kidnaped yOtt under pre­ tense of doing you a service, and sus­ pected you of being* a spy of that Pack, gives me no title to your confidence." "Can I blame you for thinking what you did?" She went on slowly, with­ out looking up--gaze steadfast to "her interlaced fingers: "Now, for my own sake, I want you to know what other­ wise, perhaps, I shouldn't have told you--not yet, at all events. I'm no more Bannon's daughter than you're his son. Our names sound alike--peo­ ple frequently mane the same mistake. My name is Shannon--Lucy Shannon. Mr. Bannon called me Lucia because he knew I didn't like it and wanted to tease me; for the same-reason he al­ ways kept up the pretense that I was his daughter when people misunder­ stood." "But--If that is so--then what--" "Why--it's very simple." - Still she didn't look up. "I'm a trained nurse. Mr. Bannon" is consumptive--so far gone, it's a wonder he didnt die years ago--for months I've been haunted by the thought that it's only the evil in him keeps him alive. It wasn't long after I took the assignment_to nurse W m Sisted. remained with troubled gaze focused on some remote abstraction. "You will I tect his clothing, did everything he h*ve tea. won't you?" Lanyard urged. [ think of to cast suspicion on me, 5M!'1/' <v k%; ",f: --7^ She recalled her thoughts, nodded with the faintest of smiles--"Yes, thank you"--and dropped Into a chair. He began at once to make talk in an . effort to dissipate the constraint that stood between them like an unseen i alien presence: "You must be very < hungry." i "I am," she assented. " "Sorry I've nothing better to offer you. I'd have run out for something snore substantial, only---" "I've been awake several hours." she Interposed--"found myself locked in, and heard no sound to indicate that you were still here." "I'm sorry; 1 was overtired and slept like a log. But assuming the case: you would have gone out. alone, penni­ less--" She nodded. "True. But what of that?" ? "In desperation you might have been forced to return--" "And report the outcome of my in vestigation!" "Pressure might have been brought ^ to bear upon you to Induce admissions damaging to me," Lanyard submitted f pleasantly. "Whether or no, you'd have been obliged to renew assoda tions you're well rid of." . -"You feel sure of that?" .. sure." "How. can you be?" ehe challenged : *Tou've yet. to know me twenty-four boura." - *But perhaps I know the associa­ tions better. In point of fact, I do. Bven though you may have stooped to and when I came in assaulted me, meaning to drug and leave me insen­ sible. to be found by the police. For­ tunately--I was beforehand with him. left him in my place--drugged, in­ sensible--when I stole away and met you there in the corridor. You didn't know?" "How can you ask?" the girl moaned. Bending forward, an elbow on the table, she gripped her hands together until -their knuckles shone white through the skin--but not as white as the white face from which her eyes sought his with a look of dumb horror, dazed, pitiful, Imploring. "You're not deceiving me? But no-- why should you?" she faltered. "But how terrible, how unspeakably awful!" "I'm sorry," Lanyard mumbled. "I'd have held my tongue if I hadn't thought you knew--" "You thought I knew--and didn t lilt a finger to save the man?" £>be Jumped up. with a blazing face. "Oh, how could you?" "No--not that--I never thought that. But, meeting you then and there, so opportunely--I couldn't ignore the coincidence; and when you admitted you were running away from your fa­ ther, considering all the circumstances, I was surely Justified in- thinking it was- realization, In part, at least, of what had happened that was driving you away." She shook her head slowly, her in­ dignation ebbing as fast as it bad rfSSlK "I understand," she said;-.!'jffu had • V,.: '• • £ There - Turkish Delicious Pilaff are some dishes upon the bill of tare which the re­ turned Westerner never wholly ceases to regret. Pilaff is-one. It is a food M national with the Turk as the po­ tato with the Irish, as the cabbage with the German. It takes a multi­ tude of forms, but its basic quality, its quality of being pilaff. Is derived from rice being cooked in such a way as to preserve each grain firm and dis< H&tt. The rice is unpolished, and, In "Don't Pity him that I found out something about him. He'd had a hemorrhage at his desk, and while he lay in coma, and 1 waited for the doctor, I happened to notice and in part read one of the pa­ pers he'd been working over when he fell. And then. Just as I began to ap­ preciate the sort of man I was em­ ployed by, he came to, and satfe--and knew. , ) • "I fotijfd' litnr "watching me with those awful eyes of his, and though be was unable to speak, I realized that my life wasn't safe if ever 1 breathed a word of what I had read. I would have left him then, but he was too cun­ ning for me, and when In time I found a chance to escape--I was afraid, knew I'd not live long if ever I left him. He went about it deliberately to keep me frightened, and though he never men­ tioned the matter directly, let me know plainly, in a hundred ways, what his power was and what would happen if I told what I knew. It's nearly a year now--yearly a year of endless terror and--" Her voice fell; she was trembling with the recrudescent suffering of that year-long servitude. And for a little Lanyard felt too profoundly moved to trust himself to speak; he stood aghast, staring down at t)ils woman, so Intrinsically and gently feminine, so strangely strong and courageous, and vaguely envisaging what anguish must have been hers In enforced association with a creature of Bannon's ruthless stamp, he was rent with compassion and swore to himself he'd stand by her and see her through and free and -happy if he died for It--or ended in the Sante! v the cooking, takes on a gelatinous coat. Sometimes, it Is boiled In mut­ ton fat, a rich, smooth, inviting dish Sometimes bits of roaet mutton are mingled with it, when it becomes a meat pudding of delicious flavor. It is cooked with small currants and pine nuts, fragrant and spicy. It is stuffed with dates and flavored with orange p§el; but. whatever its form, it is one of the treasured memories of a visit to the near East. CHAPTER XVI. i _ * Decision. "Poor child!" he heard himself mur­ muring--"poor child!" "Don't pity me!" she insisted, still with face averted. "I don't deserve It. If I had the spirit of a mouse I'd have defied him; it needed only courage enough to whisper one word to the police--" . "But who Is he, then?" Lanyard de­ manded. "What is he, I mean?" "I hardly know how to tell "you. And I hardly dare. I feel as if these walls would betray me if I whispered even. But to me he's the incarnation of all things evil," .: . ... She shook herself with a nervous laugh. "But why be silly about ft? I don't really know what or who he Is. I only suspect and believe that he Is a man whose life iA devoted to planning evil and ordering Its execution through his lieutenants. When the papers at home speak of 'The Man Higher Up* they mean Archer Bannon, tb°u8^ th^y don't know It--or else I'm merely a hysterical woman exaggerating the Im­ pressions of a morbid Imagination. And that's all I know-of him that mat­ ters." "But why, if you beljteve this--how did you at length find courage--" "Because I had no more courage to endure; because I was more afraid to stay with him than to go--afraid lest my own Soul be the forfeit. And then, last night, he ordered me to go,to your room and search it for evidence that you were the Lone Wolf. It was the first time he'd ever asked anything of the sort of me. I was afraid, and obeyed; but I waa glad when you inter­ rupted me--glad, eveti though I had to lie to you the way I did. And.all that worked on me, Sifter I'd gone back to my room, until I thlt I could stand it no longer, and after a long time, when the house seemed all still, I got up, dressed quietly, and-- That is how I came to meet you--quite by accident." "But you seemed so frightened at first when you saw me--" "I was," She confessed simply; thought you were Mr. Greggs." "Greggs?" "Mr. liannon's private secretary-- his right-hand man. He's about your height and has a suit like the one you wear, and in that poor light and at the distance I didn't notice you wore clean­ shaven--Greggs wears a mustache--" "Then it was Greggs murdered Roddy and tried to drug me! I shaved off his mustache when I left him there to wait for the police. By George. I'd like to know whether they got there before Bannon or somebody else dis­ covered the substitution. It was a telegram to the prefecture, you know, I sent from the Bourse last night!" In his excitement Lanyard began to pace the floor, and now that he was no longer staring at her, the girl lifted her head and watched liim closely as he moved to and fro, talking aloud-- more to himself than to her. "I wish I knew! And what a lucky thing you did meet me; for if you'd gone on to the Gare du Nord and wait­ ed there--well, it isn't likely Bannon didn't discover your flight before eight o'clock this morning, TO it?" "Mr. Lanyard"--the girl bent toward him across the table with a gesture of eager interest--"have you any idea why he--why Mr. Bannon hates you so?" "As far as I know, I never heard of him before," Lanyard said. carelessly. "I fancy it was nothing more than the excitement of a man-hunt. Now that they've found me out. De Morbihan and his crew won't rest until they've got my scalp." "But why is that?" "Professional Jealousy. We're all crooks, all In the same boat, only I won't row to their stroke. I've always played a lone t^and successfully; now they insist on coming into the game and sharing my winnings. And I've told them where they could go." "And because of that, they'd--" "There's nothing «,hey wouldn't do. Miss Shannon, to bring me to my knees or see me put well out of the way, where my operations can't hurt their pocketbooks. Well--all I ask Is a fighting chance, and they shall have their way!" Hor brows contracted. "I don't un­ derstand. Y ou want a fighting chance --to surrender--to give in to their de­ mands?" "In a way--yes. I want a fighting chance to do what I'd never in the world get them to believe I mean to do--chuck It all up and leave them a free field." And then, when still she searched his face with puzzled eyes, he Insist­ ed : "I mean "lit; I want to get away-- clear out--chuck the- game for good and all!" A little silence greeted this an­ nouncement. Lanyard, at pause near the table, resting a hand on it, bent to the girl's upturned face a grave but Candid regard. And the deeps of her -eyes that never swerved from his were troubled strangely In his vision. He could by no means account for the light he seemed to see therein--a light that kindled while he watched, like a tiny flame, feeble, fearful, vacll- lant; then, as the moments passed. steadied and grew stronger, butr ever leaped and danced, so that he, lost In wonder of It and forgetful of himself, thought of It as the ardent face of a happy child dancing in the depths of some brown autumnal woodland. "You," she breathed incredulously-- "you mean you're going to stop--" "I have stopped, Miss Shannon. The Lone Wolf has prowled for the last time. I didn't know It till just now-- when I woke up an hour or so ftg©»-- but I've turned my last job." "But why ?" she Remanded in bewil­ derment. "But why do you say that? What dan have happened to make yOu--" ' "If it won't bore you, IH try to ex­ plain." He drew up his chair and sat down again, facing her across the lit­ tered table. "I don't suppose you've ever stopped jto consider what an es­ sentially stupid animal a crook must be. Most of tbem are stupid because they practice clumsily one of the most difficult professions imaginable, and In­ evitably fail at it, yet persist. "There's another cUiss, men whose imaginations forewarn them of dan­ gers and whose mental training, tech­ nical equipment, and sheer manual dexterity enable them to attack a formidable proposition like a modern safe--by way of illustration--and force its secret. They're the successful criminals, like myself--but they're no less stupid, no less failures tha^i the other ninety-nine in our eyery hun­ dred, because they never stop to think'. It never occurs to them that the same intelligence, applied 'to any one of the trades they must be masters of, would not only pay them better, but leave them their self-respect and rid theni forever of the haunting dread of arrest that dogs us all like the memory of some shameful act. All of which Is much more of a lecture than I meant to inflict upon you. Miss Shannon, and sums up to just this: I've stopped to think." With this he stopped for breath as well and momentarily was silent, his faint, twisted smile testifying to self- consciousness; but presently, seeing that she didn't offer to interrupt, but continued to give him her attention so exclusively that It had the effect of fascination, he stumbled on, at first less confidently! "When I woke up just now It was as if, without my will, I had been think­ ing all this out in my sleep. I saw myself for the first time clearly, as I have been ever since I can remember --a crook, thoughtless, vain, rapacious, ruthless, skulking In shadows and thinking myself an amazingly fine fel­ low because, between coups, I would play the gentleman a bit, venture Into the light, and swagger in the haunts of the respectable. In my poor, perverted brain I believed there was something fine and thrilling and romantic in the career of a great criminal and myself a wonderful figure--an enemy of so­ ciety--potentially as deadly as a rattle­ snake, always ready to kill--If I never did!" "Why do you say this to me?" she demanded abruptly out of a phase of profound thoughtfulness. He lifted an apologetic shoulder and laughed with a sheepish air. "Because. I presume, I'm no longer self-sufficient. I was all of that twenty- four hours ago, but now I'm as lone­ some as a lost child in a dark forest. I haven't a friend In the world. I'm like a stray pup. groveling for sym­ pathy. And you--are unfortunate enough to be the only person I can de­ clare myself to. It's going to be a fight--I know that too well--and with­ out something outside myself to strug­ gle toward I'll be heavily handicapped. But if"--he faltered, with a look of wistful earnestness--"If I thought that you, perhaps, were a little interested, that I had won your faith and had that to respect and cherish--if I dared hope that you'd be glad to know I had won out against odds--it would mean a great deal to me; it might mean my salvation! Watching her narrowly, hanging up­ on her decision with the anxiety of a man- proscribed and hoping against hope for pardon, he saw her eyes cloud and shift from his, her lips parted but hesitant, and before she could speak he hastily Interposed: "Please don't say anything yet. First let me demonstrate my sincerity. So, far I've done nothing to persuade you but--talk and talk and talk! But give me half a chance to prote t mean what I say." "How"--she enunciated only with visible effor^ and no longer met his ap­ peal with an open countenance--"how can you do that?" "In the long run, by establishing my­ self in some honest way of life, how ever modest; but now, and principally, by making reparation for at least one crime I've committed that's not ir­ reparable." He caught her quick glance of In quiry and met it with ^ confident nod as he placed between them the moroo co-bound jewel case. "In London, yesterday," lie said quietly, "I brought off two btg coups. One was deliberate, the other the in­ spiration of a moment. The one I'd planned for months was the theft •of the Omber jewels--here, No Wonder It Was Different. "Do you, notice anything different about the milk this morning, dear?' asked a young wife. "Why. yes, now you mention It!" replied her lord and master. "It's more--more--that is. it tastes--" "Quite so!" she cried, with a triumphant ring in her voice. "Our last milk was so thin that five days ago I tried a new milkrasn. He bad such splendid milk. George, that 1 took in a supply for a whole fort­ night! I've been wondering every morning when you'd notice It!" Thrill of Being Wet " .There is something rudimentary and fundamental about having water splashed down upon one, and getting completely and deliciously wet. Not damp, not moist, but /wet, wringing wet. You yourself when a child never enjbyed anything so much as your first drenching tn an unforeseen and unavoidable rainstorm--the thrill of being wet. the cool drive of the water on your nose, Into your sleeves, and down yovir' neck; w»d tilt Joyous shush of soaked, water-logged boots Even the tedium of being rubbed wiU| alcohol, bundled up, and warned y would catch your death, did not dinii ish the event. You voted It bete than the time you fell off the bo, dock; it lasted longer.--Atlan Monthly. To Get On Well With Others _ "to ordel to be satisfied <§ven w the best people we need to be He tapped the case, then resumed In the same manner: "The other--needs a diagram. Not long ago a Frenchman named Huysman. living In Tours, was mysteriously murdered-^-a poor In­ ventor, who had starved himself to perfect a stabilizator, an attachment for aeroplanes which renders th§m practically fool-proof. His final trials had created a sensation, and he was on the eye of selling bis Invention to the government when.h* was killed and his plans stolen. "Circumstantial evidence pointed to an international spy named Ekstrom-- Adolph Ekstrom, once chief of the avi­ ation corps of the German army, cash­ iered: for general blackguardism--with a suspicion of treason to boot. How­ ever, Ekstrom kept under cover, and presently the plans turned dp tn the German war office. That was a big thing for Germany; already supreme with her dirigibles, the acquisition of the Huysman stabilizator promised her ten years' lead over the world in the field of aeroplanes. "Now, yesterday, Ekstrom came to the surface in London with those self­ same plans to sell to England. Chance threw him my way, and he mistook me for the man he'd expected to meet --Downing street's secret' agent. Well <--no matter how--I got the plans from him and brought them over with me, meaning to turn them over to France, to whom, by rights, they belong." "Without consideration?" the girl .In­ quired shrewdly. "Not exactly. I had meant to make no profit of the affair--I'm a bit squeamish about tainted money--but under present conditions, If Franco in­ sists on rewarding me with safe con­ duct out of the country, I sha'n't re­ fuse it. Do you approve?" She nodded earnestly. "It would be worse than criminal to return tbem to Ekstrom." "That's my view of the matter." "But these?" The girl rested her hand upon the jewel case. "Those go back to Mme. Omber. She has a home here In Paris that I know well. In fact, the sole reason why f didn't steal theio here was that she left for England unexpectedly, just as was all set to strike. Now I purpose to use my knowledge of her house to restore the jewels without risk of fall­ ing into the hands of the police. Thr * will be an easy matter. And that brings me to the one great favor 1 would beg of y*ou." She gave him a look so unexpected­ ly kind that it staggered him. But he had himself well In hand. You can't leave Paris now before morning--thanks to my having over­ slept," he continued. "There's no hon­ est way I know to raise money before morning opens the pawnshops. Bat I'm hoping that won't be necessary; I'm trusting I can arrange matters for us without going to that extreme; Meanwhile--you agree that these jew­ el's" must be returned?" "Of course," she affirmed gently. "Then--will you accompany me when I replace them? There won't be the slightest danger. I promise you that. Indeed, it would be more hazard­ ous for you to wait for me elsewhere while I attended to the matter alone. And I'd like you to be convinced of my sincerity." "Don't you think you can trust me for that as well?" she asked with a flash of humor.' . "Trust you!" "To believe. Mr. Lanyard," she told him earnestly, "I do believe!" "You make me very happy," he said --"but I'd like you to see for yourself. And I'd be glad not to have to fret ^bout your safety In my absence. As a bureau of espionage, Popinot's brigade of Apaches are without a peer In Eu­ rope. I'm positively afraid to leave you alone." That Is your sole reason for ask­ ing this of me?" she Insisted, eying him steadily. He colored, and boggled his answer. I can't tell you," he admitted in the end. "Why can't you tell me?" He stared at her miserably. "I've no right. In spite of all I've said,' in spite of the faith you so generously promise me, in your eyes I must still figure as a thief, a liar, an impostor- self-confessed. Men aren't remade by mere protestations, nor even by their own efforts, in an hour, or a day, or a week. But give me a year. If I can live a ye^r in honesty, and earn my bread, and so prove my strength- then, perhaps, I might find the cour­ age. the--the effrontery to tell you why I want your good opinion. Now I've said far more than I meant or had any right to. I hope." he ventured pleadingly, "you're not offended." Only an Instant longer could she maintain her direct and unflinching look. Then his meaning would no more be ignored. Her lashes fell, a tide of crimson flooded her face, and with a quick movement, pushing her chair a little from the table, she turned &way from him. But she said noth­ ing. He remained as he had been, bend­ ing eagerly toward her. And in the long minute that" elapsed before either spoke again, both became oddly conscious of the silence brood­ ing in that lonely little house, of their isolation from the world, of their com­ mon peril and mutual dependence. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Building Island. Hawaiian soil is being used1 to build up the small coral island in the Pacific known as Midway and used as a re­ lay station by the Commercial Pacifio Cable company. A quantity 1s taken there every three months by the schooner that is sent with the food supplies for the operators. The task of building the Island has progressed so far that It is possible to keep a cow on the pasture. tent with little and to bear a gnat deal," says the wise Fenelon. He finds that there must be "a mutual, forbearance. Frequent silence. 1 recollection, prayer, self-de­ nt, giving up all critical ten- , faithfulness in putting aside idle imaginations of a jealous, 3U8 self-love, all these will go maintain peace and union. Hon troubles would be avoided by simplicity! 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