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.plexion re sure 'e Your Coupons EVEN 25C EACH tiic’la Remover Nail Polish It eausmg. )urha PAGE SIX. CHAPTE Yvonne Lestrange. in a \x'a), uau been born to purple and fine linen. She i had never known deprivation of any 3 description. Neither money, position nor love had been denied her during the few years €21 which her charm and beauty had flashed across the great European capitals, penetrating even to “the recesses of royal courts. It is doubtful if James Brood knew very much concerning her family when he preposed marriage to her, but it is cer- tain that he did not care. He first saw her at the home of a British nobleman, but did not meet her. Something in the vivid, brilliant face of the woman made a deep and lasting impression on him. There was an instant when their eyes met through an opening in the throng which separated them. He was not only conscious of the fact that ; he was staring at her, but that she was looking at him in a curiously pene- trating way. There, was a mocking smile on her lips at the time. He saw it fade away, even as the crowd came between. He knew that the smile had not been intended for him, but for some of the eager cavaliers who sur- rounded her, and yet there was some- thing singularly direct in the look she gave him. LL - Aqn‘rn’a 5“ I U quo That single glance in the duke’s house proved to be a fateful one for both. They were married inside of a month. The virile, confident American had conquered where countless sup- pliants of a more or less noble char- acter had gone down to defeat. He asked but one question of her, 0A -1. LL-‘ rQ‘W-I-v acter had gone down to defeat. He asked but one question of her, she asked none of him. The fact that she was the intimate friend and asso- ciate of the woman in whose home he : met her, was sufficient proof of her standing in society, although that would have counted for little so far as Brood was concerned. She was thedaughter of a baron; she had spent much of her life in Paris, coming from St Petersburg when a young girl; and she was an orphan with an independent fortune of her own. Such common details as these came to Brood in the natural __-.. “a “rare nnf derived from any ef- these came to Brood in the naturax way and were not derived from any ef- fort on his part to secure information oiselle Lestrange. Like the burnt child, he asked a qu tion which harked back to an unfor- gotten pain. ”Have you ever loved a man deeply, fienotedly, Yvonne-.50 deeply that fliere is pain in the thought of him?” She replied without hesitation. "There is no such man, James. You may be sure;of that.” “7 am ccn:.:‘.ent that I can hold your »‘ the future, but no man is love agains. vital enough to compete with the past. If Love doesn’t really die, you know. no .. ’ f against the man who appears out of the past and . "Yourâ€"your wife?” she asked in a. voice suddenly lowered.» “Yes,” he said quietly. She was silent for a long tithe. “I R Iâ€"In SYNOPSIS. CHAPTER VI. If :reaciing Glow. range, in a way, hal rple and fine linen. Sh \vn deprivation of an either money, positio .eric tells Lydii that. the messag' marriage and or 1 for an immediat smond. the house )ther. tries to coc e and veiled her reign, sue unu. house the attention Mrs. Brood parasites who feed Lydia works families that had 10 room. domi- ima. Brood’s Brood as a represen' d in oriental circle into which he after a talk . e latter puz- The restoratlon v: mmtrunee of H- ngtnrallv would 1 )E 1t 36 had “Ah," she t a difference. be interested of-fact He hit his lip a insinuation to 1 consoled himself ' she must have 5 out intention. H able feeling that of his story, too, for revelations. root in his mim v: a "Ag-Rafi ' ._- ~ »:--,,~w~ mafiafi “OVVS Ah” she said. “That makes quite ifference. Perhaps, after all, I shall interested in the story.” Her man- ~ was so casual, so serenely matter- fact that he could hardly restrain 2 sharp exclamation of ann’oyance it rose to his lips. pointed It can It cannot be said that she conquered, for that would be to imply design on her part. Pcssibly she considered the game unworthy of the effort. She re- garded herself as superior to all these people, a surviving estimate of them- selves that most EurOpeans enjoy; therefore what was she to gain, saving a certain amount of amusement. by contact with her husband’s friends? In truth, Yvonne Brood despised ALL v- â€"v_._, Americans. he made small tense of liking them. The rather close- ly knit circle of Parisian aristocracy which she affected is known to tola erate but not to invite the society of even the best of Americans. She was no larger than her environment. Her views upon and her attitude toward 'the Americans were not created by her but for her. The fact that James ' Brood had reached the inner shrine of French self-worship no doubt put him in a class apart from all other Ameri- cans, so far as she was concerned. At least it may account for an apparent inconsistency, in that she married him without much hesitation. p re- Her warmest friend and admirerâ€" one might almost say slaveâ€"was Fred- eric Brood. She had transformed him. He was no longer the silent, moody youth of other days, but an eager, im- petuous playmate whose principal ob- ject in life was to amuse her. If any- one had tried to convince him that he ever could have regarded Mrs. Des- mond’s dethronement and departure with equanimity he would have pro- tested with all the force at his com- mand. But that would ave been a month ago! He saw Lydia and her mother leave without the slightest) doubt in his mind that it was all for The Desmonds toox a swan ayazu around the corner from Brood’s home, in a side street, and in thesame block. As a matter of fact, their windows looked down into the courtyard in the rear of Brood’s home. Frederic assisted them in putting their new home in order. It was great fun for Lydia and him. this building oi what they pleased to call Lydia may have seen t sky, but he did not. To him. the world was bright and gladsome, without a {shadow to mar its new beauty. He was enthusiastic. eager. excited. She fell in with his spirit. but her pleas- ure was shorn of some of its keenness by the odd notion that it was net tr. endure. _ {V A â€"M/\ nfil‘xl‘T] f‘ t‘ nlanet Vv â€"â€" v m ‘ t his lip and allowed the frank l :ion to go unanswered. He 51 himself with the thought that .st have spoken in jest, with- ention. He had the uncomfort- 21in g that she would make light story, too when the time came whom he loved and who ap- to love him so unreservedly? 9 went on, thedoubt became a. :ion. She was utterly beyond RC QYULULV lV1 He even dragged Yvon the little flat, to expatiate upcn its coziness with visual proof to support his somewhat exaggerated claims. Her lazy eyes took in the apartment at a glance, and she was done with it. "It is very charming, her soft drawl. “Have you no ciga- rettes, Lydia?” ,‘.p\‘.'"~‘fl at Fred' The girl flushed and 1 ,.~_- eric for relief. He promptly produced his own cigarettes. Yvonne lighted one and then stretched herself com- fortably in the l. orgis chair in which no wan-an ever had appeared comfort able beforeâ€"or since, perhaps. “You should learn to smoke,” she went on. “Mother wouldn’t like me to smoke,” said Lydia, rather bluntly. u em on “Moth er w ouldn '1: li said Lydia, rather bluntly. brow, only to disappear wi low, infectious laugh. “And Freddy smoke, either. a spot Ol‘id nowhere ,he suddenly in the firms mar its new beauty. as mu m Wu Lastic, eager. excited. She He had . his Spirit. but he? pleas- ency on h. DID. of'some of its keenness as much 03 . notion that it wns DCI to dragged Yvonne at flat, to expatiate upcn its dis use .. 'ith visual prom L bat exaggerated claims. took in the apartment She sc :33 took a small apart- 3und the corner from in a side street, and in i. As a matter of fact, 9” seemed to have and yet like the enly filled an ap‘ rmament. nply design on considered the effort. She re- .‘ior to all those .imate of them- ropeans enjoy; : to gain, saving amusement. by md’s friends? Brood despised de small pre- "hp rather closen ddesn’t like you .9?” she said. U-w â€"__ Yen graceful accomplishment.” ! But I a--. too clumsy toâ€"” began’ “My dear.” interrupted the Parisian. carelessly fiecking the ash into a jar- Ciniere at her elbow, “it is very naughty to smoke, and clumsy women never should be naughty. If you real- ly feel clumsy, don’t, for my sake, ever try to do anything wicked. There is nothing so distressing as an awkward. woman trying to be devilish.” " “Oh, Lydia couldn’t be devilish i1; she tried,” cried Frederic, with a quich‘ glance at the girl’s half-averted face. 1‘ “Don’t say that, Frederic,” she cried.1 “That’s as much as to say that I am; clumsy and awkward.” ‘ é . “And you are not,” said Yvonne de‘ cisively. “You are very pretty and: graceful and adorable, and I am sure you could be very wicked if you set; about to do it.” ' “Thank you,’ said Lydia dryiy. “By the way, this window looks all most directly down into our courb‘ yard,” said Yvonne abruptly. She was leaning on her elbow, looking out upon the houset:::"s below. “There is my ba1~ ‘ cony, Freddy. And one can almost ‘ look into your father’s lair from where I I sit.” She drew back from the Window; suddenly, a passing look of fear in' her eyes. It was gone in a second1 however, and would have passed unno- ticed but for the fact that Frederic was, as usual, watching her face with rapt interest. He caught the curious transition and involuntarily glanced below. vâ€"v v The heavy curtains in the window of his father’s retreat were drawn apart and the dark face of Ranjab the Hindu was plainly'distinguishable. He was loqking up at the window in which Mrs. Brood was sitting. Although Frederic was far above, he could see the gleaming white of the man’s eyes. The curtains fell quickly together and the gaunt brown face was gone. Questions raced through Frederic’s puzzled brain. Out of them grew 3 queer, almost uncanny feeling that the Hindu had called to her in the still. mysterious voice of the East, and a1‘ though no sound had been uttered. “By the Way, This Window LOOKS m- most Directly Down lnto Our Court- ’yardJ’ she heard as plainly as if he actually had shouted to her across the inter- vening space. - -- __-- 4.1.-.. His father had said, more than} 3 once, that the Hindu and the Egyp-i ‘ tian possessed the power to be in two‘i distinct places at the same time” James Brood, a sensible man, was a'. firm believer in magic, and this much} Frederic knew of Ranjabâ€"if James; Brood needed him, no matter what the i hour or the conditions, the man ap-E peared before him as if. out of nowhere I! and in response to no audible sum-: mons. He was like the slave of the! lamp. l Was there, then, between these two Z â€"-the beautiful Yvonne and the silent '. Hinduâ€"a voiceless pact that defied the ' will or understanding of either? 7 He had not failed to note a tendo i ency on her part to avoid the Hindu ‘, as much as possible. She even con-f ‘ ‘ " ‘ n of the man, C . .. , . _, pl" that she did not like the man and would feel happier if he Brodd refused, and were sent away. tear of the Hindu from that hour her increased. Now the as speaking in a nervous, ' harried manner to Lydia, her back toward the «index In the middle of a. sentence slze abruptly got up from the Chair and moved swiftly to the op- posite side of the room, Where she sat down again, as far! as possible *dow. Frederic found him- from the W11.- selt watching her face with curious interest. All the time she was speak- ing her eyes were fixed on the win- flow. It was as if she expected some thing to appear there. There was no mistaking the expression. as speaking in a. nervous, anner to Lydia, her back 3 mrdo In the middle .ce she abruptly got up from .216. moved swiftly to the op- e of the room, Where she again, as far. as possible window. Frederic found him- This Window Looks Al- v Down Into Our Court- ”cindoiv": He nalf expected to see the“ Hindu’s face there, looking in upon ’- 1‘3' absurd notion when ...-... .2 “.22. 2:: .e2 .e2 .2: ed that they were at least (22’: 22 22- 2222.922 2eet above the ground. Dre-sen sne arose to go. No, she rwlr‘: mt wait for Mrs. Desmond’s 9.1 P“ $7 lightly t: Jaunty \‘ “By jo 138 P1 Oh, I Frederic, unable to contain mmselr, burst out rapturcusly: "B: jove, Yvonne, it will be fun, coming over here every day or so for a little music, won’t it? I can’t tell you how happy I shall be.” -- 0‘ “It is tune you were happy,” said she, looking straight ahead, and many days passed before he had an inkling of all that lay behind her remark. As they entered the house, Jones met them in the hall. Ilgl luv“ "My-.. “Mr. Broodâ€"telephoned that he win1 be late. madam. He is at the cus-‘ toms office about the boxes.” “There will be five or six in for tea, Jones. You may serve it in Mr, Brood’s study.” A look of; surprise fiitted across the butler’s impassive face. “Yes, mad‘ am.” For a moment he had doubted his hearing. “And ask Ranjab to put away Mr. Brood’s writing material and reference books.” , ,t ieâ€"-' v..-â€" “I shall attend to it myself, madam. Ranjab went out with Mr. Brood.” “Went out?” exclaimed Yvonne, rigid. I“! Frederic turned upon a flash. “You must Jones,” he said sharply. 911' _ _“I think not, sir. They went away together in the automobile. He has not returned.” v' A long look of wonder and perplex- ity passed between young Brood and his stepmother. She laughed suddenly and unnatu- rally. Without a word she started up the stairs. He followed more slowly, his puzzled eyes fixed on the graceful figure ahead. At the upper landing she stopped. Her hand grasped the railing with rigid intensity. Ranjab emerged from the shadows at the end of the hall. He bowed very deeply. “The master’s books and papers ’ave been removed, sahibah. The study is in order.” u pl: 5.: hr, rather fixedly. :3. or ered fov him. “He dlsap ‘1': :rr‘. sunpcsed to tell! For~ ANMEB: Anmer, the famous stallion which His Majesty, King George, has sent to Canada, for the pur- pose of improving the breed for remount purposes, will by the consent of the Thoroughbred Horse Society and the Dominion Government, be shown and parad- ed each day at the Canadian Na- tional Exhibition. This is the horse which trampled a suffrage ette to death in the Derby race of 1913, when she threw herself on the track as _ the horses swept down the stretch. It Was her Way of drawing attention to the “Cause.” Anmer was selected from the Royal stud by Lord Marcus Beres- nu 11 r“ r‘ rm ‘1‘. V.-â€" There was a pretty girl at Brighton to Whom a young man was saying good-bye. “Good- “Good-bye,” he said,. W We shall be miles 11 .. all“ “Luv-- "17"* The girl looked at the and her lip curled. t 1‘ : “Miles and miles apa said. “Well, we’re pqt ve: 13' favorite 1 1 they nascended have cozy times here, we :94 :5 so convenient, too, to: (721'. You have only to walk “ comer, and there you are! ti- ‘ 1;: H “J. o to continue as Brood’l D He would not listen tc 'rangement.) hope you will come, Mrs: (l the girl, earnestly. “M5 9 here tomorrow, and you :ederic play. He is really at Continued on page 7- in telling Yvonne” said :5; 131. “You see, it’s this doesn’t like the idea 01 . for music. He is really oposed to it. So I’ ve been ing,r a march on him. Go a chum’s apartment and ay to my heart’s content. fun, too, doing it on the 1rse if Iather heard of it -\\ ell he’d be nasty about SEE how did you guess? Why, orite I love it, Yvonne.” :cvsoended in the elevator. 'table to contain himself, :9: oght the v indow cu playâ€"what do you leric?’ inquired YVonne. wonderful little Hunga: est of all, the plaintive! KING’S HORSE. AT THE EXHIBITION. 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