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Her (-1-:m»'.~ were flushed to a lovely Carmine an excitement had shaded her Viol. eyes to the color of the sapphire;- mitten. “Did you see Patty Primrose?” she asked. laughing; “that’s how she ap- }:.r0priates and treats Mr. Graham directly he mmes down. Gossip says he mall-nus her an offer of marriage every time waey meet, and the panto- mime has been going on for the last sparkling beneath her gossamer silk firs he xearc I‘UGI‘ [adored l exotic plants, and lux-. .-r:;;:::.. "\‘.Ve;.;:ll o: linglish and foreign lot-11011363 flowers. The lofty ceiling Mas llElllligt‘; a turquoise blue, sprin- l-zéed uni: silver stars, and the walls were hidden by huge branches of the magnolia tree. The thick, green foli- age shimmered in the subdued light; the great greenish, yellow solitary blossoms hung as if weighted by their beauty, expanding and exhaling big breaths of subtle fragrance through the warmth. Invisible birds twittered, then burst into marvellous trills of song, as if their little hearts would break with the joy of it all, until from behind the curtained gallery came the strain of one of Strauss’s waltzes, throbbing, palpitating, and vibrating on the heavily perfumed air. 4 'Paul stood enwrapt, his artistic na- ture responding a hundredfold to the delicate haunting Witchery of the scene. A quiver of the little hand on his arm brought his soaring thoughts earthward, and he turned to find Ju- dith pale, her eyes black with feeling, snd__one hand pressed over his heart. “You are cold,” he said, drawing her further into the room. “Shall we waltz this? The next time I dance it 'wfll be at your wedding, you know.” “The room is warm enough,” she said, a catch in her voice; “it’s the overpowering scent of all this pro- fusion of flowers that’s chilled me. I don’t know why, but a heavy suffocat- ing perfume of rare blooms always brings death to my mind. And the bJ-LIGJQQ it’s beautimglligypifinhg, H anty Indé t0 ed 1'6 he said, amused. “I’ve longer the' courting the love but perhaps to-night s the last appeal. I won- ;r have the pleasure of this .vith you, Miss Judith?” :1 an engaged girl, Mr. Far- reason I want to make This will be the last ance With you as Miss >reover, I promised Mr. Ed look after you." ther waiting for?” she : back and compelling a few steps. at )V palp ShOlG ,akes the w tow OO( 3.! StOOd € B. d)’ har "Doesn’t ; cloak.” rotected Thomas fashion, “We’ll all 1K A strong, firm hand gripped his shoulder and twisted him around. “Where’s your mask, Farley, and yours, Judith?” Felix demanded, tow- ering above them, his eyes sparkling through the apertures in the conceal- ing silk. “My friends, I can’t permit you to be the only unmasked couple 0.} ing silk. you to be t in the room “Mon Die] said. with a came acro the tiny gi and all, w expanse 0 studying it “This kind 01' “Not neces the dancers a the dancers an; imam-xii." . “Perhaps not. but i imagine,» a but room reputaiimi lies iii a (li‘»('l‘b‘ii}f (31 partners, and we'll luau it) the salcr side,” he ansv.'ered quietly, drawing a pencil thro 15:11 a few 01‘ the “1‘.I’s‘ and inserting his own name on the same line. “Besides, Farley, I want you to forego a caper or two later and have a smoke outside with me.” “Oh, the abominable selfishness of men!” exclaimed a sweet, childish treble at the Squire’s elbow. “It’s too bad, Mr. Fleming, to entice away the younger dancing men, and, after all, you see the allurement merely ends in smoke. I do believe your pipe is paramount throughout every phase of your existence.” “I am wedded to my pipe, Mrs. Wycherly," he said pleasantly, gently drawing her programme from her grasp, and writing on it, “and, of course, you understand my wife stands first.” “Your wife,” she repeated, wit ha dainty moue; “you often quote her, Mr. Fleming, nevertheless, it’s a bless- ed accident for Mrs. Felix that she’s onl y a myth.” “I’m afraid you are a little hard on a helpless, inoffensive bachelor,” he said , good naturedly, “but I must be content to hope the rest of your sex don’t share your Opinion, Mrs. Wych- erly." He laughed, passed her programme on to Paul, and looked admiringly down at her waving mass of corn- colored hair. She seemed to resent the unruffled, easy. open gaze, and shot a venomous glance at him be- fore she turned and smiled upon the two girls, and glided swan-like, al- . most 111' side. with y' u: said in a wide hes a countr: will be s “Oh, PM be pleased, you Know 1 will," she answered with a wonderful sweeping upward look that even the disfiguring mask could not detract or hide, “but you mustn’t mind if you find I am in great request, because the majority of the men feel called upon to do the civil in my own house.” He bowed, and Without a sound she was gone- her soft dianhanous gown upon to do the civil in my own house." He bowed, and without a sound she was gone, her soft diaphanous gown lost among the whirl of dancers. For the second time Paul placed his arm around Judith Hargrave’s waist when his eyes met those of the squire’s over her head. dance my dame “Trust her not,” b 1y, with a low laug “She’s fooling thee.” “Vessem Iarge may venture more, but little boats should keep near the shore,” he responded in the same light tone. “I’m only a little cockleshell of a boat and I mean to hug the land." and they moved away gradualEy, drift.- ing in among the motley throng. “Die Wacht am Rhein now.” he whispered, as they swayed to the rise and fall of the voluptuous music. Site nodded as if she were afraid vomis would dissolve this one last dream of ecstasy, and thus they waltzed on in slow, rythmical motion, neizher (“ar- ing to break the silence, and Paul loti; to disturb the wrapt look in her eyes. “Do you like Mrs. W'ycherly?” she asked when they stopped for a breath~ King space beneath the temporary band- stand. “I can’t say that guardedly. 'I wonder at that; fatal gift of beauty.” "Just so, but to my mind your friend Miss Fleming is the more beautiful. You can’t compare them. Miss Agnes is a bright. fresh, lovely English girl, while the other strikes one as having obtained her diabolical beauty by means of sorcery by tggassiggnggpf Il shou (I her not ” he said, facetious a low laugh of enjoyment fHE DURHAM CHRONI I forgot the gh and a sh Manning’s 1m 1., at her w tibly, round to Paul’s 0 dance the fifteenth ay, Mr. Farley,” she massuming way, with innocent eyes; “it’s 't of barn dance; it a regular romp.” said, but I have put for more than one 1C politely. lleased, you know I ad with a wonderful look that even the she has such a I ~ 00, ’I he said. Ot ile 11' ‘Ma IE “You like Agnes Fleming?” “1 more than like her; 1â€"” - “Love at first sight,” she said, laughing to hide the quiver of her lips. “I would rather you married Agnes than Rowena Wycherly.” ‘I”, _, “Well, between you and me, Miss Hargrave, I don’t wish to marry either. I don’t wish to marry anyone. I sim- ply want the women to leave me se- verely alone. to boycott me, to send me to Coventry, to tabboo me, to hate the sight of me, to do, in fact, any- thing that.wi11 serve to let me go my me to Coventry, to tabooo me, LU Hulk: the sight of me, to do, in fact, any- thing that .will serve to let me go my own way unmolested." A sudden flush overspread her face and neck. She laughed nervously. "Living under the same roof so 1many weeks." he said remorseiully, “we understand one another. We are too old and intimate friends to dream of taking an unpremeditated random shot to ourselves. It’s a com~ tort sometimes to unburden one’s mind â€"_. -L‘--L:A PU. V ”vwvv-n- Where one is sure of a sympathetic listener. Come, one more turn and then I will give that fellow over there fwith the monocle a chance.” \ She glanced up at him, and thought he was stouzer, comlier, more at his ease than when he first made' his ap- pearance at Weyberne Hall. His smooth-shaman face had filled out, his Wonderful eyes had lost the harrassed expression which she noticed spring into them upon the slightest provoca- tion. He was dark, handsome, clever, interesting, all that her foolish heart desired, yet fate persisted in pushing Anthony to the fore, and the world marvelled she was not more elated, more distracted, and spoilt. with so much good fortune. She gras sick at heart, tears of chag- Zrin stood in her eyes as he led her back, bowed, and left her in the care of the Hargmve party. Paul dam through a round dance tween, unti the conserv tually out illuminate lamps, WI shone sen of the lam the-wisps the he behind cold st shining “\"v'hat :1 Felix said. “Upon my nimbleness “I can affmd to be aeti"e an ounce ot adipose flesh t "I suppose so: moreover. 1 am sin- gularly happy here.” “That’s good hearing,” Felix said, emphatically. “At all events," he added, in a strangely moved tone, “I know that your advent has made no end of difference to me. It has con- siderably increased my enjoyment and love of life I feel younger bright- er, more interested in my daily avoca- tions, and altogether a happier man. It’s been a sort of unuttered heathen- ish prayer with me lately, perhaps a selfish one, too, that nothing may come between us, not even a slice of roaring good luck, if it’s to sever your connection with Weyberne.” The wind sighed among the pine tops, and the moon turned a radiant face full upon the men’s black, swift- ly-moving figures. Paul took a timid glance from beneath his eyelids at his companion. The honest simple, trust- ful nature of the man, invigorating and wholesome as the air he breathed, or the balsam in the pines, seemed to dip down into his heart, and touched an as yet unexplored, unknown region. - am shy of too much openness,” he said “my nature is a reserved one. Lam slow in learning the worth of a friend, but once the affection is ce- mented the of it.” “So-called friends, the actually one’s enemies, ful as flies in summe looking away over the “but 1 has grc more t1: strengt.‘ a tench: hearts that small “Why don‘t you say two hearts? You were a Iiatterer (mm the first. I believe you will always beâ€"not fickle ,but fine and French; and yet, Paul, I wouidn’t have one trait in your character otherwise than it is.” “In love, Cupid is painted blind,” Paul said smiling, “but friendship be- tween man and, man is another matter. Do you suppose,” he asked, the smile developing into a gentle laugh, "do you think David could see the faults as well as the virtues of Jonathan?” You were : I believe 3' fickle ,but Paul, I wou character 0 “Yes,” Felix said, taking the ques- tion into grave earnest consideration; “a man may render you a great many services at times and you may enter- tain a heart full 01‘ gratitude towards him, but unless you feel his character agrees with your own you will never call him ‘friend’,’ not in the best and truest sense of the word. Friendship is made up of trifling matters, and in a close, intimate fellowship a coarse nature veneered to suit some social niche would grindand grate one’s sus- ceptibilities, one’s finer feelings. The result would be inevitable: a settling blight and the bloom gone from the attachment, the gilt from the prized gingerbread." ICLE He took a pull at his cigar and blew 8 Vigorous whiff of smoke in the air, in illustration of the fleeting of all transient material things. In the silence that followed some- thing floated towards them resem- bnng at first sight a White wave of mist, but in reality and upon closer inspection Rowena Wycherly, wrap- ped in the cloudy folds of silver gauze .which covered a delicate peach-colored Ixfllgunderskirt. star 'amUa 1f tly Ilt' ted an OD ere is giorious thing youth ls!" offering his cigar case. soul. I quite envied your some such devilry.” fire on I 11x )S summer,” Felix said, ver the misty upland; 18 feeling between us 1 a foundation having picion of firmness and treamed no fear I shall weary SOUI bl breathe is, those who are not 11 as be an will nu squn‘e 5 arm, t and bravest ;ed mm 1 st. and ev squeeze wered, layin KS .ISIV ; I’ve not! “Our W to hinder: sfiomgins I luid. h is!’ case plenti- x said, arm , the «mnowonooouowowu WM “I Paul offered M rs. Wycherly his arm and led her back to the house. “I thought you had forgotten me,” she said with a half sob in her childish voice. “Oh, dear me, no,” he answered. “I should have been back hunting for you within :‘xe next few minutes.” . On the (a peted steps-they met a stalwart s mepish-Iooking man in {lemon-yellow 1n ery He glanced at them out of the corner of his eye, and passed quivkiy on out into the grounds. j "Why, surely iham!” he ex thought he wox “So he does,‘ {his surprise in f‘I wanted a {:1 {to-night, and t :‘manage. If he I shall keep 1'. going tobe ma of mine, and xx dition. We \\ Farley,” she 53 fiismissing the fine aplomv, fatiguing. {Uni lyâ€"besides. 1 house and 50m. S. SCOTT For a strain you will find Cham- ‘ ' ’s Liniment excellent. It al- lays the pm, removes the soreâ€" ness, and soon restores the parts to a {healthy condition. ‘25 and 50 He aC'iâ€"ihiv sci with a good grace. though he have much tweierred to return hall-room. or to have wandered his beautiful hostess among the 28'..‘.::(-31'OIES company prome- nading the wool decorated Corridors. 'He ascend. the Winding oak stair- case in Obi:ti.‘t%ll(3€ to the guiding pres- sure on his arm, and when they reached the spacious landing, where, despite the glittering chandelier of wax candles, the moonlight shone through the windows and fell aslant the polished hoards, he looked around involuntarily for the door against which the Squire and Rose Pilgrim had listened on the night of little Guy Wycherly's punishment. She was do- ing her utmost to interest him with a 5‘woman of the world’s intuitive tact and native poetry. She had an un- dulating, and at times an irregular, ieven sharp, movement with her, in- mating-the restless vivacity of her spirits, which this evening seemed doubly indefatigable. because her ‘sprightliness played upon his nerves and excited an unreasoning disquie- tude. He had a superstitious, uncanny ifeeling that the woman with the de- mon beauty hanging on_ his arm was in ers. wvâ€"wv an occult, supernatural manner being incited to do some strange, wild WEEQQ thing. £6 by the (13,1332 and labor, with me. x on 3721! mic N YTHEV _. £1.Farley," she called, dway when she recognized anaafa fi'OI? that’s the man Den- !aimed, puzzled. “1 :ed for Mr. Fleming?” she laughed, enjoying tn arched, pretty way. :at deal' of extra help e man said he could gives me satisfaction m altogether. He is ried to an old servant ms to better his con- »n’t dance this, Mr. US Y 0 1 W111 lugs (hat is produced in Canadian materials, ’2 cf Canaas' an 62’ ain an Q m‘a.‘ “‘m u“ I Toronto. Ont. 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