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Show vant, who sometimes looked straight Into his eyes with a cool, keen glance that stung like a whip lash. A morning came when the ladies rode alone; Jimmy Livingston was going as fast as steam could carry him to serve his country and this is how he came to enter the army. The nostess of the dinner party glanced at the silent lieutenant with much disapproval she had never thought him stupid before. Tne lieutenant lieu-tenant looked at Mrs. Trezevant. He was a gentleman, and he had left her without a word, but having redeemed re-deemed the past he had hurried across . The Lieutenant's Story; BY SARA LINDSAY COLEMAN. Copyright, 1902, by Daily Story Pub. Co.) The windows of the dining room stood open and the soft summer night wind fluttered the candles under their crimson skirts. There was a low murmur mur-mur of talk and of laughter. The lieutenant had just come home from the Philippines. He had come back to the beating of drums, the clash of castanets, and had been received re-ceived into the arinti of an admiring people a hero. The lieutenant took the feteing and dining calmly enough, meeting Mrs. Trezevant he took not so calmly. But the lines of dissipation and recklessness reckless-ness had given place to the bronzed look of the tvarriOT. It unuttered thoughts whirled in his brain, if un-bldden un-bldden worcs crowded his throat the soldier's self-restraint held them In lash. Mrs. Trezevant sat across the table from Ihe lieutenant. In the rosy light her face was pain and pure. Her eyes were carefully guarded by the long lashes that swept her cheeks. Just before dinner the lieutenant had been presented to Mrs. Trezevant. He ate his soup in silence, and the neglected woman who sat beside Vim decided that heroes were very stupid creatures indeed. Two years before the lieutenant had been plain Jimmy Livingston, and a dissipated chap who had lost faith In everything no matter why. opposition by both lamilies opposition opposi-tion with a not unusual result a flight and marriage. "At first they were happy, but both were spoiled and too young for much, forbearance they separated within the year." The lieutenant lifted his eyes tO' meet Mrs. Trezevant's troubled ones. "The girl had ideals. He could not reach them. Poor fellow, ha did not spare himself he said that he was intemperate brutal he took all the blame. He drifted from Cuba to Manila. Ma-nila. He told me. with a pitiful attempt at-tempt at a smile, that he was always a vagabond at heart. "The girl was impressionable and: he entered her life unexpectedly. "He loved her at the last I vhink he loved her always. I know that he-was he-was glad that he could give her freedom." free-dom." "Poor girl." the debutante said softly. Her eyes were full cf unshed tears. "Didn't he send her a message-or message-or some liitlv token'" "No," saitkthe lieutenant. "I wish he had." there was a note- t of pain in her soft young voi;:e. "1 am sure he wnnted to send her a locket that held their pictures, sure that he wanted rne to tell nor of his death; but he died just as I took the locket. There wasn't time for an address." ad-dress." "And yen carry the locket with you, and hope to find her some day?" The debutante's voice was very gentle. "Yes," the lieutenant ' smiled into her eyes, "I carry the locket with me. The wife is hardly more than a child the loveliest child." "Will you let mc see it?" asked the debutante. The ''eutenant hesitated the debutante's de-butante's smile was hard to resist he tooii the locket from his pocket and leaned across the table to give it to-the to-the girl. There was a little stir at the table. The women bent forward. The lieutenants eyes fell on Mrs. Trezevant. Her face was white and tense, and her eyes, fixed on him, were full of passionate entreaty. His haim fell, he drew it back sud- It was a little thing that changed the current of his life, and if you knew him in those old reckless days reform your memory of him, please. One morning as he waited in a livery stable for a mount he saw a girl standing In the doorway. She asked for a mount and a trustworthy attendant, and he unhesitatingly offered offer-ed his services. He knew that the girl had mistaken him for the livery man, but it wasu't in the nature of Jimmy to let such a lark escape him. The lark, though, was not forthcom- "Oh, I am grateful, grateful," she whispered. the world to find her and lay his best at her feet and she was married! mar-ried! Perhaps she had been married all the time. There had been a night at sea when the men had given up, they were tired out, it teemed useless to prolong their agony, for they were going to die. But out of the blackness and the night, the waste of water and swift rlttath that Innmid Vipr fane chnnp liVft Ing. The girl was accompanied always al-ways by an older woman. They rode together many mornings. Livingston Living-ston rode a little in advance of them or Just behind, and" a longing for ties he had relinquished, for the world of his old friends, old habits, old ambitions am-bitions came to him. Sometimes the girl gave him a moment's mo-ment's grave looking over, while he denly. "I can'." he said. "I feel that I have broken faith with a dead man." How young and strange Mrs. Trezevant's Treze-vant's ejes were, a trembling smile just touched her lips as she gave back the lieutenant's wondering look. In the drawing room Mrs. Trezevant dropped her fan, and the lieutenant returned the pretty trifle. "Oh, I am grateful, grateful," she whispered. "It was good of you to-understand, to-understand, and not to show the locket," How her dear lips trembled, "I could not have borne it." With a rustle of soft draperies she passed on. The lieutenant had not understood. Out there he had loved a woman whose name he did not even know. He had simply obeyed her appeal. Now, with an inrush of knowledge, a leap of his heart, he understood. a star. The lieutenant towered above the men, he called on them In the name of her that each one loved to fight for life, to refuse to drown like rates in a hole, then he rushed below and his voice came to them, clear and strong he was sinning Annie Laurie. To a man they responded. The dawn brought a ship in sight and life. The dinner moved on through its courses. The ices were brought in. "You are very silent, lieutenant," a sparkling debutante leaned across the table, in her flashing eyes and in her smile a challenge, "tell us a story. There must have happened something of Intense interest in two years of war." "A story," the lieutenant turned the stem of his wine glass and looked at uer with smiling eyes. "Except in the novelists' hands the stories end badly." "You are thinking of one," said the debutante; "tell it." "I was thinking of a fellow, of a youngster I met one winter at Mardi Gras," the lieutenant said. "It's a sad little story it could only be lightened by a story-teller's art." The guests had settled themselves in listening attitudes and were waiting wait-ing for him to begin. Seeing that the story was forced upon him the lieutenant spoke reluctantly: Ml i IV Asked for a mount aud a trustworthy attendant. brow knotted not so much in disapproval disap-proval of him as of his calling. Once Livingston's heart leaped, for her eyes had paid him unwilling tribute young, clear eyes that brought him the rcstfulness of quiet, harbored waters wat-ers after a stormy sea. Strange that the earth had grown sweet once more, that it was good to be young and strong and to believe again In a woman's white innocence. But this had corns to a fellow who had heard only a few quiet words from th lips of a girl who regarded him as little more tha an upper ser- "He was a handsome, generous fellow. fel-low. I helped him out of trouble that winter, he was always in trouble, and he was grateful. "I met him in the Philippines and knew that something had gone wrong with his life all the boyish impulsiveness impul-siveness was gone. He was reckless, as if life wasn't worth the fight. "It was after a sharp skirmish that he sent for me. His face lighted when he saw me, he stretched out his hand hungrily poor boy in a foreign for-eign land and with death in his face. I sat i own beside him and h told me his story between Ions pauses ef weakness. He had been attracted by a sirl's youth and beauty. There was |