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the: 81 ltr. pita p10: life do: ulo 01’ Bi! (r 19 with sudden «memento. .“Oh. how I should like to show him how independ- ont I am of him.’f " “Afte'r all, it in hard to lac-independ- enfro! one’s (“19:3 gays Eyre}. ‘-‘ M'as Momma}. mm.“ ht’him for a mouwmt Her father! 'Dhen she ”Why. me]: unkindly of people, ev- en their enemiea openly." "Oh. wouldn't they, though!" says Mr. Eyre, giving way to mirth "My word. you don't know them! You should hear them sometimes. and"â€" vvizth tender meaning and a loving lance act herâ€"”you shall 801116 day, I hope; Ind. believe me, they will open your eyes. The way they abuse their anemia! in frightfulâ€"(me is prepared for that: but the way they abuse their Rhodaâ€"that’s a surprise. it you like. !" ."I shouldn't like," says Dulcimea, dis- MIMI}. “I know it. That's why I so love you." says he, frankly. “\Vell. to-mor- row. then. Dulcie,” detaining her; “you give me leave to try myâ€"our luck to- morrow i" "Well. you did. rather. \V'h‘y ?” file has crossed the room to her. ”Ob. nothing!" letting him take her band und caress ixt; “onlyâ€"3t wands horrid. doepn’t it I" “What (how 7" “Why. horrid to abuse anybody. It isn't a nice thing to (Yoâ€"ah? Your oth- er friendsâ€"the girls you know. Imean -â€"wbo are in aoch-ty, they wouldn't do it. would they 1" “Do what darling ?” “Yea. I think you do look better,” Bays she. softly. "But the-re was some- bhimgf’mmaedlzyâ€"“I wanted to say to you; and you have put it out of lad.” my be She turns agrim ”to the door, hesi- tates again, and again looks back at: him. "By the by. dtid Labuae Man to you ?” mks she. “Him ?â€"who? Oh“ that. follow! Ax»- hebell?" room to another. At the door, how- ever. she pauses, and looks back at him. Her eyes are troubled. "You needn't be uneasy," says he, lightly. "I’m all right; better than ev- er I was." She! moves to Uh door. Patsy, the lactotum. has been In the habit, up to this. 0f 'melpimg, Mr. Eyre tram one “You mustn’t hurry yourself; you must be careful not to undo all the 800*! work be has dong," says she kind- l5: hospitably. "And, to begin with, you ought to he in bed now surely. I shall send Patsy.” ' "sax o'clock! Is it really so late? Time for all invalida to be in bed," says she, milimg.. though half heartedly. "I expect you will be glad to get rid of me," says be, smiling in turn, anda by [.0 means believing in his words. ' "No." returns she, shaking her head. "That is well, because as things Itand. you are not ltikely ever to get: rid of me. Butâ€" What a hurry you are in), Dulciel I suppose if the doct- or ia to be relied om, I shall be able to move by the emsd of the week ?~" "Nut to-mimhti Why, ict in only six o'clock now!” ‘ “I must go now," says she, rising. She is looking very pale and Itired. "Thor-a are some tbimigs I must attend to. l aban't see you again toâ€"nightt." like to su- Ralph. You might even call it hatred. You know I told you. I bat- 0d him. Yes, say I hate him.” “I'll say all I Imam," says Eyre, fer- vently. “You may be sure I aham't let a aimgio point he lost." "To-marrow? Must you put i.t off tiéll tee-marrow 3” She has grown as anxiy- on: now for him to interview her father ” aha had been frightemod about it More. “Wellâ€"and say Everything. Everythrimg you can about myâ€"my die.- “You have M rightly,” says she, flandimg up and looking down at him with parted lips and brilliant eyes. “I myselt have noticed :hbw changed he has been at lube. [file is tiredâ€"tired of me.” She laughs agaim; it is the strang- est little laugh. ”Fancy two people wanting to get rid of each other, and not knowing how to do lit! But I shall help thimâ€"I shall let him go free.” “Tomorrow, then. I shall speak to your father.” bushing. Such curious laughter-â€" laughter so extreme that int brings teams to her eyes. “You ’tbimk he would be glad of a chance to find him- ool-t fr. satin ?” CHAPTER. V.â€"Contiaued. "1 see. I am sorry. darling, I sug- gested Lt. Of course you would not can to appeal to him in any way. Not that Imeatat anything like appeafing; I thought .mly of giving him a 100pbole HOW IT ENDED l, and than. “Yea!" ' "05. the best, the dearest! I don't disguise from you." says Miss McDe'r- mot. growing suddenly seriqus, “that times we quarrel. We"-â€"thoughtfully -â€"“quarrel a. 800d deal when together. Bust when Andy is away from meâ€"alh! then I know what a perfect darling he 18.” , jgrow Sotne‘bow, it has come to him that this charming cLhi’ld is not in love with “Andy,” however .‘deligrhatful that young genltmn may be. "Andy and you seem to be great friends,” says he in a. gentler tone, tak- ZLng {191‘ band. violets and all, and hold- “Oh. waitâ€"wait! By the by”â€"bringâ€" in'g out her left \hand from behind her backâ€"“I had nearly forgotten, but I found these, and I brought them to you Violets! Smell, them"â€"tihrrusti.mg them under his nose. “Delticious. aren't they? I found them under the ivy wall]. Andy and I planted them there last "Then this Andy 15â€"" “My cousin!) And such a. nice one!” says Miss McDermoL warmlty. “Fancy you not having heard of him! Well, when you see him you'll know him all in a. mumvnt. He"â€"ha.ppilyâ€"“ is swab “No, No, imdeed. I"â€"as if if by no means sorry for the factâ€"“have no bro- ther. ,Bu't Amdy is better than any brother." f‘ls che? ns'Fâ€"dfsagzm‘mhlmâ€"“gbu/ haven't had one, 1 don't quite see how you can know that." - _ “I've seen other girls, and ’h'eard what they said of theirs,” says Dulcinea. sav- "‘A girl! Andy 9. gilrl! Miss McDer- mot breaks into irrrepressible laughtâ€" er. “Oh, wait tisll he boars that! Why he has just m gazetted to the 18th H'uzzars!" “Ah!"â€"eomewh:at Btiffyâ€"“brother lp-erhaps ?” "Andy! He’s coming! Haven’t you u-ndrrstood'i He’s comizng to-day!" “And who is Andy 2’” demands Mr. Eyre, feeliiing a trifle aggrieved. Of course, he tells himself, he is glad of anything that has liiighteined 'the burden that so hardly presses upon her. But that it Bhbuld beâ€"A'ndy! And such a very beloved A'ndy to judge by appearances! \Vihiat a name! Perhaps, after all. Andy is a. girl: Andromedaâ€" Andtromache. Some people called their children by queer names, and Andy might be an abbreviation of eibher of “Not know Andy 3" cries leciuea, lifting her brows. “A friend. of yours 7" "Yea"-â€"s'mi:l.unlg. “Evidently a nice girl?" hazards Mr. Eyre. A _ “To father ?"â€"as if puzzledâ€"“0h, he. ’{tkmb‘ws of it! He will be glad. too !” “Your father ‘3" “Why, yosâ€"yesâ€"yes!" almost demo- mg up to him. “Do you think that be- cause they have had a skizrmsish or two, father won't be pleased to see him? J tell you ho is pleased! Armd so will you be WI»? :1 you 3% my Andy !" “Your what ?" '. Mr. Eyre has retreated to his chaix omce mom. . "A telegram from that fellow, break- ing off the engagement," decides Eyre, within himself. “It is settled, then ?” says he, quickly. “Oh. yesâ€"a. certainty this time ?" "TlllB-n I 'neetdn’t' speak to your fa- ther?“ It is evidlelnlt she h‘as rum to him straight wilbhi her "news, whatever it is. 'Her pretty hair is flying all ave/r her head, her eyes are sparkling. Smiles wreathe hier charming lips. She is waving a. telegram over .her head. The very incarnation of joy and fresh young life might be painted from her as she stands there, laughii-n-g, triumphant. She is looking lovely. “Oh! I’ve swoh newsâ€"such news!" cries aha rushing in and banging the door behind {bier whth an emphasis that makes his nerves, still rather beyond big _ oontroly j ump wgaim. he puts uâ€"with anotherâ€"and that a most despicable creature, according- to her amount. The certainty that she is wearing her heart away with griefâ€" hhat joy is unknown to (herâ€"that she is fast growing into a state that will prodmoe consumption in the ‘bodyâ€"is unmnwhat rwdelry destroyed by ‘her enâ€" trance irnto the old whbolrootml next morning. shortly after his own deso- ent into that time-vhbnored apartment. tuned in bi! breast a. clhiival'rous desire to hazard all fortunes in bier cause. As a fact he has fallen in love with her; not very seriously, still seriously enmngh to make him ambitious of mak- ing her his wife. A considerble zest is added to his passion by the belief that he, and he alone, can save her from a “loveless umion”â€"t.’hat is how ll come home to him with a, persistency that has dwarfed all other beauty re- member-ed or imagimed, and the plain- tive face of his pretty hogtess has :1.qu- “I’ve a sweetheart blithe and gay, Fairer far than fabled fay Light and airy. She is bright and debonnairs Softly falls her golden hair‘ I all other loves forswear, Little fairy I" Mr .Eyre, haying brought himself to a thorough belief in Dulcinea’s misery, dtwel'ls upon it. 'llhat she has been forcâ€" ed into an engagement 'with a most object’om'ible mam by a mercenary fa- ther seems to him the correct readimg of her history so far. To alter than history seems to him also to be the work allotted to him. Her beauty has "Is he 3" CHAPTER VI. “Not even if it were for her good?" "How should irt be for her good ?" “Happiness counts,” says the younger man. quickly. “McDelrmotl"â€"earnestly â€"-“I should not try to disarrange your views for your daughter, if I could not offer as mush. as I should' cause her to lose. I can make settlements." “No dmrbt, no doubt! That is mat- ter, sit, for the lady you. may choose to marry." "Just so; that lady is your daugh- “ There you make a mistake, Mr. Eyre," says The McDermot, distinct- ly. “ on will never marry my daugh- ter with my consent. With regard to her own consent. thalt is already for- feited. Her word is given to another. And one wbrcl, sir; permit me to say that as rug guest youâ€"" n ‘7- " “ “I dare say-~I knaw nothing of that. I know only this, that my daughter's engagement with Sir Ralph Anketell shall not be broken.” ; “th iniquitous so much as mistak- en,” says Eyre, keeping- hiis temper ad- mirably, under the other's ill-concealed sarcasm; “besE-dies; must it come to mar- riage 3" “Ah!" says The McDer‘not, wrinkl- ing his brows. “Is that aid? Don't you want to tell me you; «have fallen in love with Dulciznewâ€"hhat sh: would be happier in an engagement with. you, and bhemfore' you. think her coming marriage with. Sir Ralph; Amketell an iniquitous_ aryamgement ?" “It is a ltilttle difficult to explain to you; butâ€"I have come to the cancl-usion that your daughter is not happy in the engagement she has contracted." blank can be. "311868 my soul, Mr. Eyre! You." says he, pie-1mg and pulling forward a chair for his guestâ€"”you sant me word, I now remem be r, that you: wantexl to see me. Feeling strong, eh? â€"â€"beLLer, eh? Have a brandy and tau-{la 9.” “No, thanks. No, I assure you. The fact is, 1â€"1 wanted to speak to you about your daughter." “Aboutâ€"my daughter?" The Dermot lays down. the decanter. turn his eyes .‘u'll (m E) re. “\VeEl what about, her?" ng, in which the girl had seemed down- hearted and dispirited, and inc-lined to let matters stay as they were, bad. as they undoubted/1y must be considered; but Eyreâ€"fired with sorrow [or lher, and determined to save her from the impemriing (isaz-ttser that threatens her, mdmte‘iy. her marriage with that mis- crea'n-t AnketeUâ€"had refused to listen to her fears, amt is. new standing out» side The MCDermut's private den. waiting for admission. It is soon given. The drain is an awful agglomeration of things usefut a‘n’i uselessâ€"princi- pa‘lly uselessâ€"but beloved. as having once belonged to better days than these. In the midst of the chaos sits The McDermot, caiml y smoking a pipe that could never have seen a better day ftham. this, and it is now as black as the true.” Eyre having received permission and being anxious on his own part to bring. matters to a climax, makes an early opportunity of requesting a private in- tervi-.,w with his best. The time 01108611 is 00â€"day. As wet a day as ever came out of the heavens, and the one after that on which Andy Mc- Dermot arrived. “I say, he isn’t half a. bad fellow; but he isn 't fit to hold a candle to Sir Ralph," says he nn a whisper, still clut- ching Duilcie by the arm. There had been a hurried interview between Eyre an:l_Du.L{~ie in the morn- ”Girls never have an 'opifiion worth a. ha’pen'ny !” retorts 11:8, letting her so Wiibh a disgusted gri-mace. “Y‘Em know thy opinion of Sir Ralph!" returns she, trying unavailingly to ex- tricate herself from his grgsg. Having ‘t‘hen said he felt he ought to go and present himself to The M0- Dermot, who is his guardian, he beats a retreat, dragging Dufilniue imto Uhe cor- ridagr outside as he goes. But his mainners 1 mike up for a good deal. He is full of I111» 1homie, brimming over indeed with the milk of human kindness. In the course of the five minutes he is permitted to spend with Mr. Eyre, who is still considered an invalid, be fires off as many jokes as would have made a reasonable supply for a. month with anybody else. then ‘he does see Andy, which is three hOurs hater, his astonishment knows no bounds.“ Andy is indeed a. revelation! He ‘is perhaps the ugliest young Irishman on record; and that is sayimk a good deal. As "handsome as Irishwomen undoubtedly are, so in proportion are Irishman hideous. comma). clock. I've only half an hour to see about his sheets and things! And I don't believe Bridget has thought about lighting a. fire in his room. There! Goodp-by for a while. I must run. He'll kill me if he finds him“ without a fire in his room!” She rushes out of the room as she had entered itâ€"Like a heavenly spring Wind that brings only joy to the re- ceiver of it. Eyre. staring after, feels a. quick t'hrob at his heart. What a delight she is! How different from most "girls! And this cousin of hersâ€" thfs Andy! No doubt he is a young Ad- onis; a “curled darliinlg”â€"a creature half boy, half man, and Wholly charms fang. But she is not in Love with him So much can be read by those who run. alm'ays be_ ‘bh'erqm says her Already vane of fiber quarrels! “Homor’s a mistress all mankind pur- Yet most mistake the false one for CHAPTER VII. and and ‘Vhat is still more remarkable is that the hands of these two brothers are exactly alike, The lines of the palms are identical. and the thumb merks ex- â€"~â€" v-v vuy‘.\ There is, however. another curious phase of this matter of sympathy be- tween brothers which is. perhaps even more remarkable than the fact that they are able to converse by thought transference. It is this :â€"When Frank Pratt was in London. he was away for the first time from his brother. When he came back from abroad there was quite a marked difference in the ap. pearance of the two. Frank Pratt. it seemed. had gained during his absence. Fred Pratt had lost flesh. The differ- ence in their weight amountai to four- teen poundsu In two weeks. however. they weighed precisely the same to within an ounce. Frank Pratt believes this was due to sympathy. “n_‘_ O ‘0‘! “I think this is the most remark- able instance of telepathy in my ex- perience. But. that happens every day. My brother will call me up by tele- phone and begin talking to me about something I was myself thinking about. Or he will say :â€"“I called you up at so-an'l-so. and you had just left there.’ " to him about; Not only did he kâ€"now [ had landed, but he knew I was stop- Digg' g1_t_ t_he__I_mperial. same moment. I called him mp from New York. He wished to inquire about the same matter that I wanted to speak “\Vhe-n I returned my ship was to come in upon a Friday, Saturday or Sun'ay. As a matter of fact the ship reached port Saturday morning. Sat- urday night. when I was sitting at din- ner at the Imperial Hotel. it occurred to me that I ought to call up my broth- er by telephone about a business mat- ter I was to transact while I was in New York. I went to the telephone, and the girl :aid the line to Chicago was busy. I waited a moment. and the girl said there was a man at the other eat of the line in Chicago who wanted to get the Imperial Hotel and inquired for a man named Pratt. INSTANCES OF TELEPATHY. “ The girl asked me it I was the man. Sure enough. it was my brother. He he callei me up from Chicago, at the Frank Pratt has niai’e a study of the esoteric phenomena of mind, "I know from my own experience," he said, the other day. “ that there is such a thing as telepathy. I could give many in- stances, but the most remarkable is. perhaps, what happened when I went to England. It was the first time I had ever been separated from my broth- er, and then I was absent eleven weeks. Frank Fay Pratt is a lawyer. The two brothers dress exactly alike and are rarely seen out of each other’s company. Since they were boys they have dreamed the same dreams. and thought the same thoughts. They ex- perienced all the ailments of childhood, together, invariably falling ill on the same day, and recovering at the same time. These (Mango Boys Sol. only look Alike But The“- Very Thoughts Are the Snar- ~ Not only Physical. But. "canal as Wt‘l'o The pitrong sympathy of mind exâ€" isting between twins, pratically amâ€" ounting to telepathy. has long been a matter of scientific record. Dumas has treated of it in his story of “ The Corsican Brothers." and now we have an interesting illustration, in the case of the Pra.tt twins, of Chicago. Frank Fay Pratt and Fred Roe Pratt are as like as the proverbial two peas in a pol. And the strangest {art of it is that the resemblance is not merely an physical one. Their minds are linked by some mysterious bond, and although the twins may be miles away from each other each seems to know just what the other is doing, and even what he is thinking about. ‘ THE PRATT BROTHERS HAVE A RE- MARKABLE RESEMBLANCE. BY A MYSTERIUUS BUND 'Sir!" interrups The McDermot. sternly. ‘Lf you make her a. duchess. I should still decline \your prorosal. My daughter has given her word to marry Sir Ralph Anketell. and ’1' that word she shall abide!" “I desire to keep to the point," says Eyre, a little haughtily. "I can offer your daughter a position. I. on my uncle's death, shall inherit a, title. I can offer her quite as much as Sir Ralph can. “ I can follow your line of thought." says he slowly. “ The woman who could appreciate you could be no foolâ€"eh 3" “Sir!” says Eyre. frowning. “But are you 3;) sure of her affect- ion? Is every young girl's first word worthy of credit I" -v- uwâ€" 'vâ€"â€" _ “ Certainly.’- hotly, " she herself has said so I" “ Excellent authority indeed! My daughter "â€"grimlyâ€"“ is evidently ev- en a greater fool than} tlpgu‘ght her." “ You misjudge her." said the young man eagerly. . The fichevrmot let his eyes rest on him for a moment. “ You are eloquent, sir." sun The McDermot. with s reserved smile. “ Forgive me it I break in upon your admirable dissertation on the weak points of society. You say my dgugh- ter is unhappy. May I ask your author- ity for that speech 1" . I If‘.__ To Be Conthnued. THE LION’S LENGTH. The lion. though 1.. stands no high“ than I. lugs mean. in from six 0‘ eight feet ill hum. ‘11 {1005“, the mph 80 Bti t! 38 {mathr of course On the large plains called Lame-s. in the southwest of France. which are. with the snow shovels cm stowed mm) a“ the lazanetto. aft. or under Hw {wrw castle deck. forward. On a ship tn tn" for S1"! Franc-dam the Show shave-x HM)“ A Familiar luplcmcnl or land I'm- 1 Ma l~ l'omul on lie Water as erl. The common idea of a snow fii‘nh'r u that it is used to clear the .~i..l.»v-1.K and that sort of thing. but in» mm falls on the sea as well as on tho Mn“. and if there is a ship in the \\;1)‘ «'3' the storm the snow. of course. falls «L 1'8 decks just as it Mld {all on an :iml ashore. It my be that the an ‘:t falls on the ship “ill be muhei (11 H‘ the sea, or it maybe necessary h“ «an it off. so as to give a, better m! w carer foothold on the docks and 1.. {M‘i' “‘6 A psychologist would have ,2 m in- to rapturoti in studying Hm mm of these remarkable twins. and n nae. ing out the influences which only my. ed to link their very souls “mother. Even their mother, who clung m them with a true mother’s love throughout their brief career, stood in supersti. tious awe of the strange beings whom She had brought to life. Sh? MAM 1119f were two bodies with one soul. When separated the one swnwd to know by an inexplicable instinrt Mat the other was doing. Then wry thoughts seemed to he one. On mnre than one occasion when one u'rmH 1-9 in trouble the other, althouyh fur re. moved from the scene. seemed know by intuition of his brother‘s hunger. and. guided by an irresistible i1“; disc. would fly to his aid. Sindents of. criminology in its pliw. chological phase: may recaH the (115th fl‘H’E RUSK BROTHERS. of Philadelphia. They were 111» “I'l'mite of the Pratt twins in every H‘H'Hvular except that of mental unity. ' “"3 “a; â€"e' were (‘hqurm separated “.fizglerth dSifferpnt ".1”ng- 81.0““ up . [flight 118?? hai flung”)!- ments. thegonafities. He Mimi“ [39,991 ferent pmhonlv have “8‘1”,“bul‘ld might not orill. but that. 1 )fi" ; i1“ mink .vnd mVO come to be (.mgr'ena'r Probabll' 1:“.ppeannm. The 31:: Mk; in physnca few months ”Paint thp'm. senr‘e 0f I'lfference in them. a: quite :35! restored again a. 31100 they were together. u. uuw He eoimulted s Chicagci 181mm if: other day. Among other things ‘11 pelmist said:-“ You have a v - er! dm friend, 3 very dear friend on the ma} side. He is e brother. a t; in iil‘OIbe; Ani as you were. born Very Mar to gather. so ytm Will (he wry "“11710 gather. with?!) a few lmm‘ or {W at most. of each other. It 'g 3m” (at to be linked together thmvgh 1”,. an the one will not survive em.” for. short time the dearth of the whprlu Frank Pratt is firmly romgm . is some mystic tie of pro my. ‘ x. thy that links him to his brother The have lived together as pPrhaps m t“ brothers ever lived before. 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