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Show I J --V, c& AUTHOR Of ARTHUM"UTM tQPYRJCHT J907 6Y SlfAAOSf ' SYNOPSIS. CAAWFQAO " W use of knowing it? You must be awfully hard up for something to do!" "You can be understood from Constantinople to the Pacific ocean if you can speak Tartar," Logothetl answered in a matter-of-fac- t tone. "I dareaay! But you're not going to travel from Constantinople to the Pacific ocean" "I might One never can tell what one may like to do." "Oh, if it's because Tartar is useful 'against the bites of sharks,' " answered Margaret quoting Alice, "learn Banks, a Tartar irtrl, became enamored t a golden bearded stranger whoIn ww the horns prospecting and studying In central Asia, and vicinity of her home mine revealed to him the location of a would of rublee hoping that the stranger love her In return for her disclosure. to the cave by the They were followed up the engirl's relatives, whooff blocked the water eupply, trance, and drew leaving the couple to die. Baraka'sto couHln climb Boad, her lietrothed, attempted but down a cliff overlooking the mine; was him. The stranger the traveler ehot water car-rteBaad gourd revived from a tunnel, and dug hla way out of theand the carrying it by all means!" girl deserting departed, the gathered Inall pur-su"Besides, there are all sorts of peobag of ruble. Hnraka it and started gems ilie could carry, da ple in Paris, I'm sure there must be Margaret Donne (Margarita donna, became some Tartars. I might meet one, and Cordova), a famous prima In London to Konstantln a wealthy Greek financier. I Her it would be amusing to be able to talk .even, to him." Intimate friend was Countess Maud, whose huBl.and known as "Nonsense! In Why should you ever 8t. bomb a bad been killed by Maud's most Intimate meet a Tartar? How absurd you are!" and Lady Van Torp. an Amerifriend was Hufus "There s one with me now close been a cowboy In early can, who had become one of the richest beside me, at my elbow." had life but In love men In the world. Van Torp was "Don't be silly, or I'll ring off." to Iondon as with Margaret, and rushed betrothal. He "If you don't believe me, listen!" oon as he heard of her offered Lady Maud $3,000,000 for her pet He said something in a language In him aid would winning charity If she d. 1 iii 11 1 11 rnMfll ii Kill 1 n 1 m 1 111 iii' Margaret did not understand, other voice answered him at the same tongue. Margaret slightly and bent her brows started with a writing. She had written that she had done very wrong in engaging herself to Logothetl; that was the wickedness" ehe accused herself of, repeating the to her astonished maid, because it was a sort of relief to say the words to somebody. She had written that she did not really care for him in that way; that when he was near she could not resist a sort of natural attraction he had for her,tbut that as soon as he was gone she felt It no longer and she wished he' would not come back; that her ideal of a husband was so and so, and this and that and here fiction had begun, and she had put a stop to it by destroying the whole letter instead of crossing out a few lines which was a pity; for If Lady Maud had received it, she would have told Mr. Van Torp that he needed no help from her since Margaret herself asked no better than to be freed from the engagement logothetl did not come out to Versailles that afternoon, because he was plentifully endowed with tact where Louvre" "It's quite true. If the statue had a head it would be a portrait of you." "Nonsense! And in your moments of enthusiasm you say that I sing bet ter than Mme. Bonanni In her best 1 days" know quite as 'much as she ever did, you are a much better musician, and you began with a better voice. Therefore you sing better. I "Yes. if you "Certainly. Come like. But please tell me how you hap pened to pick up that young Tartar. It sounds so interesting! He has such a sweet voice." There was no reply to this ques tion, and Margaret could not get another word from Logothetl. The communication was apparently cut off. She rang up the central office,' and asked for his number again, but the young woman soon said that she could get no answer to the call, and that something was probably wrong with the instrument of number one-hundre- Margaret was not pleased, and she was silent and at din ner and in the evening. "It's the reaction after London," she said with a smile, when Mrs. Rush more asked if anything was the mat ter. "I find I am more tired than I knew, now that it's all over." Mrs. Rushmore was quite of the same opinion, and it was still early when she declared that she herself was sleepy and that Margaret had much better go to bed and get a good night's absent-minde- d rest "You song-ma- r Mar-Rare- t. "Pray, is 'learning Tartar' a matter of business?" Her eyes sparkled angrily as she asked the question. Logothetl smiled; she had reached the point to which he knew she must come before long. "Oh, yes!" he replied with alacrity. "Of course it la." for everything, "That accounts since you, are admitting that I need not even try to believe it was a man whom I heard speaking." "To tell the truth, I have some suspicions about that myself," answered She Said Suddenly, and Then Stopped. "You are quite sure that It was your brother who was speaking, I suppose." she said. I looked down "Oh, yes, ma'am! over the banisters, and there he was!" Margaret had the solid health of a great singer, and It would have been a serious trouble indeed that could have interfered with her unbroken and dreamless sleep during at least eight hours; but when she closed her eyes that night she was quite sure that she could not have slept at all but for Potts' comforting little story about the brother with the "countertenor" voice. Yet even so, at the moment before waking in the morning, she dreamt that she was at the telephone again, and that words in a strange language came to her along the wire In a soft and caressing tone that could only be a woman's, and that for the first time in all her life ehe knew what it was, to be Jealous. The sensation was not an agreeable one. was Bilent as soon The dream-voic- e as she opened her eyes, but she had not been awake long without realizing that she wished very much to see Logothetl at once, and was profoundly thankful that she bad torn up her letter to Lady Maud. She was not pren pared to admit, even now, that was the ideal she should have chosen for a husband, and whom she had been describing from Imagination when she had suddenly stopped writing. But on the other hand, the mere thought that he had perhaps been amusing himself In the society of another woman all yesterday afternoon made her so angry that she took refuge In trying to believe that he had spoken the truth and that she had really been mistaken about the voice. It was all very well to talk about learning Tartar! How could she be sure that it was not modern Greek, or Turkish? She could not have known the difference. Was It so very unlikely that some charming compatriot of his should have come from Constantinople to spend a few weeks in Paris? She remembered the mysterious house in the Boulevard Perelre where he lived, the beautiful upper hall where the statue of Aphrodite stood, the doors that would not open like other endoors, the strangely-disturbincaustic painting of Cleopatra In the drawing room many things which she g mid-twenty- , , calm. Kon-stanti- I it" often maintain things you believe, Margaret retorted, don't though her. manner momentarily re laxed a little. "jpniy in matters or business," answered the Greek with imperturbable But when the prima donna was sit ting before the glass and her maid was brushing out her soft brown hair, she was not at all drowsy, and though women were concerned, and he ap- her eyes looked steadily at their own plied all the knowledge and skill he reflection in the mirror, she was not had to the single purpose of pleasing aware that she saw anything. Margaret. But before dinner he tele"Potts," she said suddenly, and phoned and asked to speak with her, stopped. and this she could not possibly refuse. "Yes, ma'am?" answered the maid Besides, the day had seemed long, and with meek Interrogation, and without though she did not wish for his pres- checking the regular movement of the ence she wanted something that inde- big brush. scribable, mysterious something which "Potts," she began again, "you are disturbed her and made her feel un- not very imaginative, are you?" comfortable when she felt It, but "No, ma'am," the maid answered, which she missed when she did not because It seemed to be expected of see him for a day or two. her, though she had never thought of "How are you?" asked his voice, and the matter. he ran on without waiting for an an"Do you think you could possibly swer. "I hope you are not very tired bo mistaken about a voice, if you after crossing yesterday. 1 came by didn't see the person who was speak Boulogne decent of me, wasn't it? ing?" You must be sick of seeing me all "In what way, ma'am?" the time, so I shall give you a rest for "I mean, do you think you could a day or two. Telephone whenever take a man's voice for a woman's at you think you can bear the sight of a distance?" me acaln. and I'll be with you in 35 "Oh. I see!" Potts exclaimed. "As minutes. I shall not stir from home It might be, at the telephone?" in this baking weather. If you think "Well at the telephone, If you like, I'm in mischief you're quite mistaken, or anywhere else. Do you think you distrusted. dear lady, for I'm up to my chin In might?" Besides, supposing that the lungunge work!" "It would depend on the voice, was really Tartar were there not "I envy you," Margaret said, when ma'am," observed Potts, with caution' who spoke it? Sho thought Russians Maon It would," assented he paused at last "I've nothing "Of course must be. because she had a there earth to do. and the piano here Is out rgaret rather Impatiently. vague idea that all Russians were of tune. But youre quite right, "Well, ma'am, I'll fay this, since yon more or les Tartars. There was a don't uxnt in son vnu a. little bit. and ask nie. When I was last at home' about It. Moreover, to the proverb I'm not Jenlous, nor suspicious, nor was mistaken In that way about my as well as to the French, RusEnglish I hoard him calling own brother, for anything disagreeable. So there!" romance and wickedsians represent "How nice of vou!" to me from downstairs, and I took him ness. 'Titi very nice," Murgaret answered for my sister Milly." She would not go to the telephone "Oh! That's interesting:" Margawilh laughing emphasis. "I know It. but she sent a message to Lohas herself, voice sort of What sort of work are you doing? It's ret smiled. "What gothetl, and he came out In the cool only Idle curiosity, so don't tell me If your brother? I low old Is he?" She thought ma'am; and time of the afternoon. "He's eight you would rather not! Have you got a new railway In Brazil, or an, over- as for his voice, he lias a sweet coun- he had never looked fo handsome and land route to the other side of be ter tenor, and slugs nicely. He's a so little exotic since sho had known him. at the cathedral, ma'am." yond a He was received by Mrs. Rushmore Have nice! you How "Nothing so easy! I'm brushing up "Really! and at all?" Ho my Tartar." Margaret together, and ho took too? sing you voice, In noticeable Potts answered pains to make himself "Brushing un what? I didn't hour." "Oh, no, ma'am!" to the mistress of tho house. famIn tho "Ono agreeable tone. a "Tartar the Tartar language deprecating was pleased at this; first " he At Margaret ily Is quite enough!" bognn to spell the word. she saw that he was doing when but but wondered why, I vaguely "Yes. hear now," Interrupted Margaret Uls be3t to keep Mrs. Rushmore from "UUt what in the world Is the did not Inquire. 1 You maintain good-lookin- side-show- ." about exactly what he wished, and was satisfied to await the Inevitable result. It came before long. "I don't understand you at all," Margaret said less Icily, but with the sad little air of a woman who believes herself misunderstood. "It was very odd yesterday, at the telephone, ' and anonce in puzzled and displeased look. "Is that your teacher?" she asked with more Interest in her tone than she bad yet betrayed. "Yes." 1 Do you Degin 10 understand. mind telling me how old she is?" "It'B not 'she,' it's a young man. don t know how old he Is. him if you like." Again she heard him speak a few Incomprehensible words, which were answered very briefly in the same tongue. "He tells me he is 20," Logothetl said. "He a a young fellow. How is Mrs. Rushmore? I forgot to ask." "She s quite well, thank you. But I should like to know" "Will you be so very kind as to remember me to her, and to say tnat I hope to find her at home the day after ii Possibly he had brought you know very odd Indeed. I sup pose you didn't realize It And now, this afternoon, you have evidently been doing your best to keep Mrs. Rushmore from leaving us together. You would still be telling her stories about people if I hadn't obliged you to come out!" "Yes," Logothotl asserted with exasperating calm and meekness, "we should still bo there," "You did not want to be alone with me, I suppose. There's no other ex planation, and It's not a very flatter ing one, la it?" "I never flatter you, dear lady," said Logothetl gravely. "But you do! How can you deny it? You often tell me that I make you think of the Victory in the tl. the singer from Logothetl CHAPTER III. Continued. "I said I was a wicked woman," rising; "and Margaret answered, what's more, I believe I am. But I quite forgot you were there, Potts, or 1 probably should not have said it aloud." v "Yes, ma'am," answered Potts meekly, and she went back to her unpacking. Margaret had two maids, who were oddly suited to her two natures. She had Inherited Alphonslne from her friend the famous retired soprano, Mine. Bonanni, and the cadaverous, garrulous dresser clever, was as necessary to Cordova's theatrical existence as paint, limelight, wigs and an orchestra. The English Potts, the meek, silent, busy and intensely respectable maid, continually made it clear that her mistress was Miss Donne, an English lady, and that Mme. Cordova, the celebrated singer, was what Mr. Van Torp would have called "only a The letter that had been torn up before it was finished was to ha gone to Lady Maud, but Margaret herself had been almost sure that she would not send it, even while she was in Logothetl. jl..' "I have a great many." Margaret laughed rather harshly. "And you be have as If you wanted me to have more. Who is this eastern woman? "-. ATT I Come, be frank. She is some one from Constantinople, isn't she? . A Fanarlote like yourself, I dare say an old friend who is in Paris for a few days, and would not pass through ' without seeing you. Say so, for heav en's sake, and don't make such a mys tery about it!" "How very Ingenious women are!" He Became Very Gloomy and Thought observed the Greek. "If I had thought fut of it I might have told you that story through the telephone yesterday. But leaving the room, as she probably I didn't" would have done, Margaret did not Margaret was rapidly becoming ex like it She was dying to ask him her eyes flashed, her firm asperated, questions about his lessons in Tartar, and especially about bis teacher, and young cheeks reddened handsomely, she probably meant to cast her In and her generous Hps made scornful curves. quirles In such a form,, as would make "Are you trying to quarrel with examine him to alone it preferable rather than before Mrs. Rushmore; me?" The words had a fierce ring; he but he talked on and on, only pausing an instant for the good lady's expres glanced at her quickly and saw bow well her look agreed with her tone, slons of interest or approval. He was telling her what a prime She was very angfy. "If I were not afraid of boring you," minister had told an ambassador about the pope, when Margaret rose he said with quiet gravity, "I would tell you the whole story, but" he rather abruptly. to hesitate. pretended "I'm awfully sorry," she said to Mrs. He heard her harsh little laugh at 1 of "but Rushmore, by way apology, once. really must have a little air. I've not "Your worst enemy could not ac been out of the house all day." cuse you of being a bore!" she teMrs. Rushmore understood, and was It's something not hurt, though she was sorry not to torted. "Oh, no! boredom from different that I quite hear more. The "dear child" should I assure you!" feel, means. Would Mons, all go out, by "I wish I thought that you cared Logothetl stay to dinner? No? She for me enough to be Jealous," Logo was sorry. She had forgotten that said thetl earnestly. she had a letter to write in time for . "Jealous!" the afternoon post. So she went off No one can describe the tone of In two left the and together. dignant contempt In which a thorough Margaret led the way out upon the ly Jealous woman disclaims the least lawn, and they sat down on garden of with a single chairs under a big elm tree. She said thoughta manJealousy must have heard it to word; Bhe settled while herself very remember what it is like, and most nothing deliberately, avoiding her compan men have. Logothetl knew it well, Ion's eyes till ehe was quite ready, and at the sound he put on an expres then she suddenly looked at him with and 6ion of meek Innocence which would a sort of blank stare that would have done credit to a cat that had have disconcerted any one less su Just eaten a canary. than he was perlatlvely "I'm so sorry," he cried In a voice It was most distinctly Mme. do Cor like a child's. "I didn't mean to make dova, the offended prima donna, that 1 was you only wishing aloud. angry. spoke at last, and not Miss Margaret Please forgive me!" Donne, the "nice English girl." "If your idea of caring for a worn " bat in the world has got Into an Is to make her Jealous" you?" she Inquired In a chilly tone. This was surh an obvious mls'lnter Ho opened his eyes pretatlon of his words that she a llttlo wider with an excellent af stopped short and bit her lip. He fectation of astonishment at her words sighed audibly, as If he were very and manner. sorry that he could do nothing to ap"Have I done anything you don't pease her, but this only made her feel like?" he nsked In a tone of anxiety more Injured. She made an effort to and concern. "Was I rude to Mrs speak coldly. Rushmore?" "You seem to forget that so long Margaret looked at him a moment as we axe supposed to be engaged I longer, and then turned her head have Romo llttlo claim to know how away in silence, as If scorning to an- you spend your time!" swer such a silly question. The look "1 make no secret of what I do. of surprise disappeared from his face, That la why you were angry Just now. and he became very gloqray and Nothing could have been easier than thoughtful but aald nothing mora, for me to say that I was busy with I W'Jw-'-w- r 'nt 7'' d almond-shape- one of the matters you suggested." "Oh, of course! Nothing could b easier than to tell me an untruth!". This certainly looked like the fem inine and Margaret delivered It In a cutting tone. "That is precisely what you seero to- Imply that I did," logothetl objected. But if what I told you was uutru your argument goea to rlecea. Tli fire-wa- s no Tartar lesson, there was r teacher, and it was all a fabrication of my own!" "Just what I think!" returned Mar garet. "It was not Tartar you spokai. and there was no teacher!" "You have me there," answered th Greek mildly, "unless you would Ilk me to produce my young friend talk to him before you In the presence-o- f witnesses who know hla language." "I wish you would! I would like tev see 'hlin!'. I should like to aee thev . " color of 'his' eyea and hair!" "Black aa ink," aald Logothetl. "And you'll tell me that 'hla' com plexion Is black, too, no doubt!" "Not at all; a sort of creamy 1 think, though I did not par-muattention to bis skin. He Is av smallish chap, good looking, wltlt, hands and feet like a woman's. noticed that As I told you, a doubt occurred to me at once, and I will not: positively swear that It ia not a Rlrti after all. He, or she. Is really a Tarh tar from central Asia, and I of the language to say what waa necessary." '' "Necessary!" "Yes. He or she came on a mav-t- er of business. What I Bald about a teacher was mere nonsense. Now yo a know the whole thing." "Excepting what the business was." Margaret aald incredulously. "The buslneiis was an uncut stone," answered Logothetl with indifference. He had one to aelt, and I bought It . "He was recommended to me by a mart a in Constantinople. He came to Mar- seilles on a French steamer with tw Greek merchants who were coming t Paris, and they brought him to ihj door. That Is the whole story. AnV here Is the ruby. I bought It for youu . because you like those things. WrC'J you take It?" He held out what looked like a littler ball of white tissue paper, but Marga-r- et turned her face from him. "You treat me like a child!" she said. . To her own great surprise and indignation, her voice was unsteady anaT; She felt something burning ia hear eyes. She waa almost frightened at the thought that she might be to cry, out of sheer mortification.goint Logothetl said nothing for a He began to unroll the paper-frothe precious stone, but changed.'-himind, wrapped It up again, an4 put It back Into hla watch pocket before he spoke. "I did not mean It as you think," h said softly. She turned her eyes without moving? her head, till she could Just see that he was leaning forward, resting hla wrists on his knees, bending his heaf 1 and apparently looking down at hla? loosely hanging hands. His attitude' expressed dejection and disappointment. She was glad of It lie hail no right to think that he could make her as angry as she still was. angry even to tears, and then bribe her to Rmf! again when he was tired of teasing; her. Her eyes turned away again, and: she did not answer hhn. "I make mistakes sometimes h Bald, speaking still lower, "I knew 17 do. When I am with you I cannot be? always thinking of what I Bay. Ifa too much to ask, when a man la aafasr gone as I am!" "I should like to believe that," Margaret said, without looking at him. "Is it hard to believe?" he asked set gently that she only Just heard retort-triumphan- t, no-Tarta- as, on, cour-plcxl- ch I know-enoug- mo-me- nt s "You don't make it easy, you kaow,"" said she with a little defiance, for she? felt that she waa going to yield before long. "I don't know how to. You're not In the least capricious and "You're mistaken," Margaret aa swered, turning to him" suddenly; 'Tar the most capricious woman In the world! Yesterday I wrote a lonR latter to a friend, and then I audder-ftore it up thore were ever bo mau?r pages! I daresay that if I had writrf yet" y ten Just the same letter this niorninjc I should have sent it If that i no. what is It?" caprice, "It may have been wisdom to tea-r- . It up," Logothetl suggested. (TO HR CONTINUBID.) Decline of Ancient English Fair: After being held annually for 80l years Stow Green pleasure fair piactlcally ceased to exist. Established by charter of Henry III. . It ranked as one of the largest flji- In England for merchandise and Ia ... ed three weeks. All tho large travel ing shows in the country used to attend and they covered nearly four-cre- s of ground. The fair Is now limited to two days and when it it only consisted of a few catchpenny devices. line fvar uie inngiBiraie curtulleai the hours for drinking and It Is ex pected the fair will soon collapse a together. London Standard. h.-- -- -- com-mence- i d |