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To what end can such an interview tend, except to shame you in your calmer moments ?” “Don’t tease me, Paul," she im- plored; “don’t drive me past a wo- man’s decency.” Her hands slipped from his neck, fell straight down. and clasped them- selves in front of her, while she gazed at him in unfeigned astonishment. “You don’t seem to know in the least what you are talking about,” she said slowly; “are you such a simpleton as to imagine I have schemed, plan- ned, plotted, merely to lay bare the deepest, the most sacred feelings of my heart, the aspiration, hOpe, desire of my inmost being, just for you and your friend, Felix Fleming, to ridicule? Why, I love you with a fierceness that alarms even myself, with the whole strength of my mind. body. and soul. When a woman of my tem- perament does that, there are only two roads open to her, one to heaven, the other to hellâ€"lis- ten,‘ she went on. choking back some- thing in her throat, her voice hoarse with the passion that consumed her, “I love you, and if I had my choice 1 would rather marry you Willingly; nevertheless, I would be chained to You. Paul, though at every heart beat you spurned me from your path. Do you suppose i wanted this crowd here to-ifigha? rah! that mob below is but the setting :0 a costly, coveted stone. 1 CcchLi’t rtach the precious gem un- mounted, it glowed and gleamed. now She raised her arms, and clung to him with desperate tenderness. on her firm white arm, “sorry you saw fit to reâ€"open such an unsatisfactory discussion. Don’t you remember we agreed to be friends. to forget all un- profitable difference? So long as I remain in Weyberne let us be friend- ly; there is no advantage gained in refusing one’s porridge because the salt is denied.” “I am sorry,” he said, approaching her_ and__laying_the tips of his fingers “And if I refuse?”' “But you won’t, why should you? I am rich, beautiful, young, and devoted to you. When I looked in the glass this morning I knew, though you might make a show of resistance at first, you would succumb in the long run. Don’t you think it is more natural for a wo- man. so gloriously beautiful as I, to Wish to gather roses in the sunshine. to long for a lover’s arms, for his tren- zied kisses, to give herself body and soul, into his dear keeping, than to let her heart throb away its youth in solitude?” There was something in the tone of her voice, in the sudden contraction of her pupils, that sobered him, and showed him the wisdom. the necessity of conciliation. "I can’t say,” he said, dubiously; “my nature is a cold one, but I am not the only man in creation, Mrs. Wych- erly. There are hundreds of men, better born. hitter bred° monezed “That's strange,” she said quietly, “because my feeling for you is that I would rather die than live without you.” “Don’t look at me like that." said. pulling a petal from the or in his coat. back again to her w wayward trifling; “not that alone; to ask yon to marry me.” She looked at his dark glossy head thrown slightly back, at the snowy whiteness of his linen, the orchid in his button-hole, the polish of his boots, and the general handsomeness of his tall lithe person. mar, now l'a‘, like a jack-o’-lantern down in the dark, dismal marshes.” He s‘ood drawn to his full .height, his dark face blanched. “So you gave this ball, put yourself to all this trouble and lavish expendi- ture. jusc to tell me that you loved m- 0“ A Dc setting TO 3 cost I couzuu’t reach the mounted. it glowed : near, now I‘a‘, like down in the dark. d: “That‘s the point." she said. laugh- ing recklessly. “I want to know why you have no affection for me. What is the matter with me? Am 1 old or ugly or mis-shapen that you avoid me? “As soon as I became aware of your feelings towards me, Mrs. Wycherly, and being conscious of my inability to return it. I considered it my duty to avoid you.” “Because you are not the kind of woman I could love.” “In what way?" “In every way; nothing about you appeals to me save your beauty. and that only to the artistic side of my nature. It’s unpleasant and difficult to try to explain that the electric fluid of animal magnetism in your composi- tion is powerless to attract any cor- responding force in my nature, andâ€" upon my soul. Mrs. Wycherly,” he said, laughing despite his annoyance, “I don‘t know how to make it more intelligible, or how best to expound Dr. Fell’s theory, but you must get it clearly and definitely fixed in your mind that I do not. and cannot enter- tain any sort of affection for you.” “Will you please tell me why you cannot return it?” I‘might as well be a leper. or some dirty, rheumatic, infirm 03d crone.” vâ€" 'wvv “Once before in Squire Fleming’s summer house, Mrs. Wyeherly, I told you I had no affection for y,ou” he said curtly; “surely you are not so silly as to have brought me here on purpose to repeat that statement?” CHAPTER A1. The Golden Mean Hiding as best he could the rage and impatience he felt, Paul wondered whether Rowena Wycherly had been created for his especial torment. that," she the orchid her wilful, =, but “Come, Mrs. Wycherly,” he said, frowning, “I’ve been patient enough, let us end the farce now.” “I Wish with all m h 8. end it.” y e rt you would “May I take you downstairs?" he asked, regaining a measure of his 03d courtesy. He held out his arm; she placed her hand on it and looked at him withom moving. “As my promised husband you max not otherwise.” “Then 3‘32: take the consequences of your refusal _?".§h.9_g§1_te_d....gm_oflng£!£ “It's no use trying to keep it back any longer. Mrs. Wycherly,” he said with a dash of regret in his voice “Still, I am sure I may trust you) discretion, as any sort of imposture or false pretences would jeopardize my position. I must tell you, but I know before hand the secret is safe in your kind keeping. The truth is, Mrs. Wycherly, I’m a married man, my wifeâ€"" “Mrs. Wycherly!” he exclaimed, confronting her fierce outbreak of wrath with angry resentment. “It’s a lie," she repeated, “a silly sickly lie, andâ€"bah!” laughing im- moderately,‘ “the first one you’ve told!” “No,” he said, standing erect, in calm’ composure. “I will not,- and nothing smearth shall make me.” “Liar!” she cried, bringing out the word with a rich contralto note that made the chandelier ring. a. quietness that was more formid than any violence, “I can wait un your mirth has subsided. Up hm away from the world, alone with you. I can wait until the crack of doom. ” “Laugh by all means, ” she said, ,a A shadowy. half-formed thought that had been lurking idly in the back- ground of his brain suddenly sprang into prominence. Figuratively speak- ing, he realized that it was the one and only trump card he possessed, and that he had kept it up his sleeve too long already, but he resolved to play it now to the best of his ability. “Wait for What?” he askéd, begin- ning to stamp his foot. “Fox your decision. Once again Paul Farley, W111 you marry me?” He looked slowly round the hand- some room. Some spiritual sense, what we commonly term human in- stinct, made him sensitive to ap- proaching danger. and aware also that he was a prisoner in Mrs. Wycherly’s boudoir. Had he been able to see through the door of solid oak panelling he could not have been more certain that Denh-am. in the lemon yellow livery. stood on guard outside. “No,” she said in a caressing voice, “no other Willi will do. It’s you, Paul. dearest. you i want. and I must ha'e you by fair means or foul. Listen to me,” she said. dropping her voice to a tender, pafhr tic cadence nestling against him and holding his tight air.n around her! a e shoulders: at si in.“( l was marric d to my husband. and in, five years i have. loathed him. Mi- father. a confidential cleric in an in“. portant lcgz-z‘. firm, raised money or certain (lee-1's and documents bclm'r ing to Guy \K'v. '1.'nerly a healthy clie =1 Mr. “'ychei 1. nas willing to 111°"3 the matter and send the de: alt] lT‘Q clerk to Cal jcrnia on condition t7. the daughtm. half woman, half 3:11:31 beautiful as an artist’s dream. s1 1: c’ be the ransom. My whole h:- n; smarted .with the hatied of him, the fibres of my nerves quivered and ached with the. long-drawn-out agony of the hideous union. I had never loved, and my odious marriage set me at odds with all the world. I have never been given an opportunity of discovering the furious. overmastering passion hidden away in some remote heart cell until I met you, Paul. Do you remember our first meeting on the Terrace at Weyberne Hall? You asked me if I would have both cream and sugar in my tea, and then a little spider came with a run from an over- head branch and tumbled straight into my cup. ' I looked up into your smil- ing eyes, andâ€"oh, heavens! I was frightened. terrifiedâ€"l--” she hid her face on his breast and held her quiv- ering lips to the smooth, glossy sur- face of his shirt. “Paul." she re- sumed, prayerfully, after a brief space, lifting a pleading face, marvellous in its perfectibility of beauty and desire, “be merciful and yieid. Don't make me use force. Darling. give in. i want you, I must have you. i won’t live without you. Paul, dearest. you’ll give in nowâ€"-\.von’t you?" “My dear lady!” he exclaimed, 30mm what contemptuously, “you “in: make me laughâ€"you can’t comp man to marry you." “I want to save you from such a fate. I don’t care a straw for the world’s opinion. Whether you were born mm a golden spoon in your mouth or a metal one, it’s all the same to me. .You are an educated. exceptionally clever man, and as my husband your position in the county is at once established." “Butâ€"n She held up her hand, anticipating;r his retort. méh’, Worthier in everyway than I am. Men whom you could captivate and inflame with the passion you desire, who would be proud to win you, proud to call you wife. Why, in the name of common sense, have you fixed on me? A nameless pauper, a. man who has to earn every mouthful of food he eats, who is in reality no more than a servant in the house of one of your friends. whose means of subsistence depend entirely upon his health and brain power, and should one or the other collapse he would drift like a helpless log into obscurity.” ' DURHAM CHRONICLE. He stood still, fascinated, his eyes I on hers, staring at her strange beauty. He did not for one moment doubt her, it was no idle boast, the woman was in deadly earnest. - “'11! K3 1mm I? __ “You shall never regret; it, Paul n she said tenderly. stroking his smooth dark hair, “I will be so good to v0“. I won’t be jealous or exacting: 3011 shall do as you like, and vs hen once we are married I shall alvs ays be ready to supply you with the means to_ Her arm dropped to her side, the weapon slid to the skin rug. The fate- ful interview had come to a close. the strain was over, her face was ashen white , all her varied, fitful, feverish, excited mannerism had gone; she looked like one to whom some long ex- pected event had at last. happened. She went to him, claSped her arms round him, drew his head to her, kissed his damp forehead and both his cheeks. V“Tfié.nk you,” he said, gently; “but you must let me go nowâ€"J have al- ready neglecte_d sgyerjal partners," -g‘Kiss me, then" She Said up her face, an elf- 'Smile in :13“ng Witching eyes 9- He stooped and kissed her on the pipe. She clung to rum Wlth a sudden {gust of passion, as if the contact of his lips had added fuel to the flame burning beneath the heave and swell of her perfect bosom. “I mean to love, honor and obey,” she said, with a joyous laugh, “so I’ll commence being obedient at once. vâ€"vv- She drew a tiny silverâ€"iiistle from the body of her gown, communicating a sghtle, cautious gagging 30 her A familiar face, handsome. strong, and capable. swam past his smarting eyeballs. and was swallowed by the recess. “Felix." he breathed inward- ly, “where are You, Felix? Oh, hea- vens. send that strong man, send his clear brain. his plain common sense, his sturdy understanding." His mind became permeated with Felix. Would Felix comeâ€"would Felix save himâ€" what would Felix do in his place? What would he advise? Should he acâ€" cept any sort. of compromise as a re- spite and trust to Felix, afterwards to -â€"â€"could Felixâ€"Felixâ€"â€"- Her voice seemed to come from a long way off. A second elapsed before the sense of her words penetrated his brain. He quivered, hesitated. drew the back of his hand across his eyes, looked from the clock to the beautiful woman holding a swift, sudden death in her white hand, and said, “Yes.” “You’ll marry me soon, won’t you, Paul?” she asked, letting him go re- luctantly. ' “We’ll talk of that another day,” he said decisively, “your duty now is to Your guests.” Faintly. at intervals, he. could hear the deep-toned. long-drawn notes of the bass viol. They were dancing again, his friends, flirting, laughing, joking. all unconscious of his peril. He grew sorry for himself, intensely sorry for his lonely rosition, for the solitude that encompassed him. But in and out. weaving its way through all the powerful, vivid emotions that crowded about him, came a new horror which stood out like a golden light in a dark forest, hung like a blood-red moon above a snowy landscape. it drained the strength from his quaver- ing knees. and dried the warm juicy sap bounding through his veinsâ€"the horror of the shattering of his grand intellect! Paul ?” “The witohing hour of midnight!” she said. with a soft laugh, lowering her arm a morsel, so that the nozzle of the pistol covered the region of his heart, and then a silence settled over the room. which fell thicker, heavier, and deadlier as the minutes ticked themselves out. “Keep back,” she commanded, in a hoarse, warning voice, “or I’ll kill you outright.” imaginary bonds. “Will you tell me the consequence that I may get it over quickly?” he asked. inclined to smile at her drama.- tic gestures. Their eyes travelled simultaneously to a handsome ormolu clock on a bracket, and as they looked, it gave a startling wllirr, chimed, and struck twelve. “I’ll show you,” she said, going to the untapestried recess and taking some object from a table patterned with rich mosaic work. “This little friend has stood me in good stead be- fore to-day.” “I don’t know Whether you are afraid of death,” she said in a voice so altered and distorted that it terri- fied him to listen to her, “but I am not. I would rather lie peacefully in my coffin than drag out a long, soli- tary, miserable existence. I have suf- fered enough, as much as a human heart can bear before the ultimate, the final breakdown. My bodily health all along has been good, but in mind I have been ill, terribly ill, and now that this crisis has come and Bath is at my elbow, it’s not so very dreadful to go away with him.” “I am not going to leave you behind a prey either to remorse or as booty for Agnes Fleming, or any other wot man vulture who may cross your path. I shall send you first, and wherever, you go I shall follow. I mean to keep: alongside of you, Paul, whether it be’ here in the quiet country lanes of Weyberne. 01 through the misty inter- minable space of some other sphere. ‘ If the choice 1ested with me I would‘ rather have you in the fleshâ€"thele could be no two Opinions about that, and feeling so strongly on that point, I’ll give you a further grace of three minutes to decide Whether you will take me as your wife, and with me sufficient gold to purchase all that the world can give or the heart desire. or to lie there, a corpse, across this car- pet.” '. nel‘ 8. PH :5 “Mrs. Wycherly,” he shouted. springing towards her. “for heaven’s sake don’t act like a mad woman!" “Mrs. Wycherly," he whispered, his heart in his throat, “you can’t mean to do yourself a mischief? You won’t surely do anything so wild and Wicked. You say you love me, and yet you would embitter my life with the poi- soned knowledge that I had been the cause of your awful, irreparable sin.” She smiled, a pitylng smile, as if she felt a great compassion for his sim- pllcity. “Will you have me for your “Vite, freéiii‘g" Héréelf from 8P3. For ashram you Will find unam- i'l‘oronto. Ont. Best place in Can- berlain’s Linimen't excellent. It al- 1‘ lays the pm removes the sore- ad: for High Grade Business Edu- nd soon reqtores the parts to a {healthy condxtion. 25 and 50 cation. Enter noW. 0pm all cenrt bottles for sale by all deal year. Catalogue tree, “What on earth’s the matter?" he asked himself, staring at the open doorway through which Paul had dis- appeared into th night. “The fellow came down that stairway as if the devil himself were behind him.” And without more ado he followed him out into the grounds. “Hello, there, Fariey!” he exclaim- ed, stepping forward too late to inter- copt his rapid progress. The Squire’s eyes were strong and long-sighted. and used to scanning un- certain objects on dark nights in all weathers, and without the aid of the moon through the ritted clouds he could have discerned Paul’s white shirt-front against the background of sable landscape. He was on the fur- ther side of the huge sweep of lawn, sitting on a rustic bench, his arms folded, his chin on his breast. “What cheer? Anything special on the carpet?" he asked with jaunty 1n- ditference, sitting down beside him, and taking a good steady look at his pale face. Meanwhile Felix. after a long and unsuccessful search for Paul, prompt- ly found Agnes another partner, and went away to solace himself with a third cigar. He was leaning against the wall in the corridor, leisurely smoking and watching the bustling servants, .ne sauntering, ilironging, light-hearted couples, his keen eyes on the look-out for a dark. refined. intellectual face, when. suddenly and unexpectedly, he saw his renegade friend come bounding down the stairs. “Delicious!” Felix breathed, moving off, then returning a few steps, he said: “Report. says, Farley, that our charming hostess has some genuine Tokay in her wine-binâ€"pure blood of the grape, you knowâ€"so genuine. and desirable that connoisseurs of the vineyard have offered her $180 a dozen for her hoard. If Mrs. Wycherly only knew your knees were jostling one another and your teeth chattering she would doubtless gather up her flimsy skirts, beard the spiders in their webs, and dive. into the bowels of her cavernous cellar for your sole and en- tire delectation.” “Iâ€"I’m no.2 well, perhaps I’ve danced too much. anyway don’t bother me, Felix," he said deprecatingly, put- ting a shaky hand on his shoulder. It was the first time he had used his Christian name, and Felix made a mental note of it. 'a bo-ttle of dry hock of really a very decent bouquet, would youâ€""_ “But you won't stay here without hat or coat?” he inquired, “you’re not used to an outdoor life, you’ll take cold.” “No, I’llâ€"~I think I’ll go home. Would you mind fetching my cap and Inverness?” he asked diffidently, “I would rather not return to the house.” “Certainly, i will,”,he said, jumping up with alat-rity. “Can I do anything else for you? What will you have to take? 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