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Show II The HILLM AM gllll By E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM I CHAPTER XIX Continued. 11 The reception In honor of tho little company of French tragedians, nt which almost tho Wholo of tho English stage and a sprinkling of socloty people peo-ple were present, was a complete success. suc-cess. Louise ruado a charming hostess, host-ess, nnd Sir Edward moro than ever Justified his reputation for saying tho right thing to tho right person nt the right moment Tho rooms wcro crowd-: crowd-: ed with throngs of distinguished pco- ) pic, who all seemed to havo plenty to j say to ono another. Tho only person, perhaps, who j found himself curiously 111 nt enso wan , John. Ho' heard nothing but French j on nil sides of him a lnngungo which ) ho rend wltli somo facility, but which j ho spoko llko a schoolboy. Ho hail been wandering about for moro than an hour beforo LouIbo discovered him. Hhe nt once left her placo nnd crossed j tho room to whero ho was standing by i the wnll. j "Cheer upl" sho begged, with n de lightful sn.'V "1 am afraid that you nro being Ht A to death. Will you not come nnd bo presented to our ,( guests!" "For goodness Bake, nol" John Implored. Im-plored. "I havo never seen ono of them net, and my French Is nppalllng. 4 I nm nil tight, dear. It's quite enough pleasure to sco you looking so beautiful, beauti-ful, nnd to think thnt I am going to bo i allowed to drlvo yon homo afterward." H Loulso looked Into a neighboring 1 mirror, nnd gazed critically at her own reflected Imngc. Sho had a curl-ons curl-ons feeling that nt that prcclso mo- Q mcnt she had reached tho zenith of J her power nnd her charm. Her nudl- J enco nt the theater had been wonder- H,. ful,y sympathetic, had responded with H' raro appreciation to every turn of her H voice, to every movement and gesture. H Tho compliments, too, which sho had B been receiving from tho crowds who had bent over her Angers thnt night had been no Idle words. She wns conscious, acutely con- H scions, of tho atmosphcro sho had ere- H ntcd ii ron ml her. Sho wns glorying H In the Rubtle outward signs of It. Sho K. wns In love with herself; In love, too, H . with this delightful new feeling of Br' ' 'loving. It would bavo given her moro H Joy than anything clso la the world, Hf In that moment of her triumph, to H have passed her arm through John's, H 1 to have led him up to them nil, nnd to H I have H "After nil, you see, I nm a very slm- H plo sort of woman. I havo douo Just H' tho sort of simple thing that other H j women do, and I am glad of It very H ' ,glnd and very bappy I" H Her lips moved to the music of her H , -.thoughts. John leaned toward her. H "Did you say anything?" ho asked. H I ."You denr stupid, of course I did H nott Or If I did, It wns Just ono of H tboso little whispers to oneself which H1 mean nothing, yet which count for so H much. Can I not do anything to mako H you enjoy yourself moro? I shall bavo H to go back to my guests now. We H are expecting n royal personage, and H those two dears who keep so closo to H my sldo do not speak a word of Eng- H 1 Tlcnse go back, dear," John begged H' promptly. "It wus nice of you to coroo H at nil. And hero's Sophy at last, thank H goodness I Now I am nil right." H Sho lnld her lingers upon his una. H! I "You must tako mo back to my H1 place," she said. "Then you can go H and talk nonsenso to Sophy." Ht They wcro back In tho crowd now, H ond sho dismissed him with u Uttlo H nod. Ho mada his way quickly to tho H, ipot whero ho had seen Sophy. To his disappointment, film had dlsup- H peared. Oralllot however, curao up H and seized him by tho arm. H "Still playing tho moth, my young H friend?" ho exclaimed. "Aren't the H wings sufficiently burned yet?" H "I am nfrnld It's becomo a pcrma- H ncnt role," John replied, as tho two H men shook hnnds. "Whero havo you H been nil theso weeks, and why haven't H you been to sco tnol" H "Paris, my dear young friend Paris H and llfol Now I nm back again I H am not suro that I know why. I came H over with theso French people, to H sco them start their theater. Forglvo H tne, I have not paid my respects to our H hostess. We shall meet again prcs- H He strolled off, and a few minutes H later John found Sophy. H "How Into you ore!" ho grumbled. H "I couldn't help It," sho answered. H "This Is the only evening dress I pos- H gess nt present, and I had to mend It H beforo It was decent to coma out In. H Why nre you wandering about alouo? H Hasn't Louise been kind to you?" H "Sho lins been charming," John de- H clarcd promptly, "but sho Is surround- HH ed with all sorts of peoplo I don't B know. 1 can't help her. For ono fl thing, my French Is absurd. Then 1 they nre all talking about things which H v don't understand In tho least." H Sophy remained silent for n mo-ment. mo-ment. Then sho took John's arm nnd H led him to the tiutTut. H "Give djo nn Ice end ft cigarette, ivUloupiwiaeJ Yau-are-u jhJiuv'm. prrtJcu' "-THmi, bul you org at much out of tilts world as n human being well could bo!" John waited upon her without nny further rcmnrk. Tho prlnco of Scyre, passing through, bowed to them. John looked after his retreating figure. An lrreslatlblo lmpulso seized him. "Sophy," ho nsked, sitting down by her side, "toll mo, why havo tho prlnco and Loulso always been such great friends?" Sophy looked steadfastly nt her Ice. "I suppose, becauso tho prlnco la n very clover nnd cultivated person," sho said. "Ho has been of great assistance as-sistance to Loulso several times. It was ho who financed Miles Faraday when ho put on this play of Gralllot's. Grnlllot hasn't n penny, you know, nnd poor Miles was almost broke after three failures." "That wns Just an Investment," John remarked Irritably. "Ho wilt get his money back again." "Of course," Sophy agreed. "I think tho prlnco generally mannges to get value for what ho docs In life." "Vou, don't think Loulso over thought of caring for him, do you?" John persisted. Sophy paused until sho hnd lit a cigarette. Tho expression In her face, when sho looked up at John, Irrltntcd him vaguely. It was as If sho wcro talking to a child. "I think," sho said, "you had better ask Loulso that question yourself, don't you?" He asked It an hour or so later, when nt InBt tho party of guests had taken their leave, and, somewhnt to the well-bred surprise of tho ono or two friends who lingered, Loulso had beckoned to John to take her out to her car. Her hand had sought bis ot once, her head rested a Uttlo wearily but very contentedly upon his shoulder. shoul-der. "Louise, dear," ho began, "I asked Sophy a question tonight which I ought to hnvo naked you. Quito properly, prop-erly, she told mo so." "Nlco little soul, Sophy I" Louise murmured. "What was It, John?" "Onco or twice I havo wondered," he went on, "whether you havo ever cared In any sort of way, or como near to caring, for the prlnco of Seyro?" For a moment sho made no movement. move-ment. Then she turned her head and looked at him. Tho sleepy content hnd gono from her eyes. "Why do you nek?" "Isn't It qulto a natural question from n Jealous man who believes that cveryono who sees yon must be In lovo with you? You bavo seen a great doal of tho prince, haven't you, In tho Inst few years? Ho understands your art. There nro many things that you and ho hnvo In common." Loulso wns looking out of tho window win-dow at tho thin stream of peoplo still passing nlong Plcadllly. She seemed suddenly to havo becomo only tho shadow of her former brilliant self. "I think thnt onco perhaps twice," sho confessed, "I camo very near to caring for hlra." "And now?" "And now," sho repented, suddenly gripping John's hands, "I tell you thnt I nm very much nearer hating him. So much for tho prlnco 1 In ten minutes min-utes wo shall bo at home, and you aro such n dear stupid about coming In. You must try to say nil tho nlco things In tho world to mo quickly In ten minutes I" "now shall I begin?" ho whispered. Sho leaned onco moro toward him. "You don't need nny hints," sho murmured. mur-mured. "You're really quite good at It I" CHAPTER XX. Tho ten minutes passed very much too quickly. Sho was gono, and John, thrilled though he was through all his senses by tho almost passionate fervor of her leavo-taklng, found himself onco moro confronted by that little black demon. There was something about all of them, all theso peoplo whom he know to bo his friends, which seemed to blm to savor of a conspiracy. conspira-cy. There was nothing that could be put Into definite shape Just tho ghost of torturing, Impossible thoughts. He was In no humor to go home. Changing Chang-ing the order he hnd first given to the chauffeur, ho wus driven Instead to a small Bohemian club which he had Joined nt Ornlllot's Instigation. He hud a vague hopo that he might find the great dramatist there. There wero no signs of him, however, In the smoking smok-ing room, or anyone else whom John knew. He threw himself Into an easy chair and ordered a whlsky-and-sodn. Two men closo at hnnd were writing nt desks; others wero lounging nbout, discussing tho evening's reception. One man, sitting upon tho tnble, a recognized recog-nized authority, was treating the company com-pany to a fluent dissertation upon modern actresses, winding up by contrasting con-trasting Louise Maurel's stylo with thnt of her chief French rival, John found himself listening with pleased not unfavorable to Lftulse. "It Is only In tho finer shades ot emotionalism," tho critic declared, "that theso French actresses get at us n Uttlo moro completely even thnn Loulso Maurel. Do you know the reason? rea-son? I'll tell you. It Is because they Uvo tho life. They have n dozen new emotions In a season. They make a cult of feeling. They use their brains to dissect their passions. They cut their own life Into Bmnll pieces nnd give us tho result without concealment conceal-ment That Is whero they score, If anywhere. This Mme. Lntrobo, who opens over hero tomorrow night Is In love nt tho present moment with Jcnn Tourbct Sho had nn affair with thnt Italian poet In tho summer, so they tell me. Sho was certainly In, Madrid In October with Brctoldl, tho sculptor. sculp-tor. Theso men nro all great artists. Think what sho must havo learned from associating with, them I Now Loulso Maurel, so far as we know, has never bad but one affair, tho prince of Scyre, nnd bas been faithful to him all tho time." It was out at last I John had heard It spoken In plain words, Tho black demon upon which his hand hnd lain so heavily, was allvo now, without a doubt, Jeering nt htm, mocking nt him allvo nnd self-assertive in tho sober words of tho elderly, well-bred man who lounged upon tho tablo. For n moment or two John was stunned. A wild lmpulso assailed hi in to leap up nnd confront them all, to choko tho Ho back down tho throat of tho man who had uttered It Every ncrvo In his body was tingling with tho destro for action. Tho stupor of his senses nlono kept him motionless, and a strange, Incomprehensible clarity clar-ity of thought Ho realized exactly how tilings were. This man had not spoken Idly, or as a scandalmonger. Ho bad spoken what he hnd accepted as a fact what other people bclloved. John roso to bis feet nnd mndo his way toward tho door. His faco showed little sign of disturbance. He even nodded to some men whom ho know slightly. As ho passed down tho stairs, he met Oralllot Then once more his self-control became In danger. Ho seized tbo Frenchman savagely by the arm. "Come this way," he said, leading him toward the card-room. "Gome In here I I want to speak to you." Ho locked tho door a most unheard-of and Irregular proceeding. Oralllot felt the coming of the storm. "Well r ho exclnlmed grimly. "Trouble' "Trou-ble' already, eh? I see It In your face, young man. Out with It!" "I was sitting In tho smoking room there, a few moments ago," he began, Jerking bis head toward the door. "Thero were some men talking do-cent do-cent fellows, not dirty scandal-mongers. They spoke of Loulso Maurel." Oralllot nodded gravely. Ue knew very well what wns coming. John felt his throat suddenly dry. The words he would have spoken choked him. Ho banged his fist upon tho tablo by the sldo of which they wcro standing. "Look, here, Oralllot," ho cried, almost al-most plteously, "you know It Is not true, nor likely, to bo true I Can't you say so?" "Stop, my young friend I" the Frenchman Interrupted. "I know nothing. noth-ing. It Is a habit of nilno to know "Look Here, Oralllot, You Know It It Not TrUe." nothing when peoplo mako suggestions of that sort. I make no Inquiries. I accept life and people as I find them;" "But you don't believe that such a thing could bo possible?" v "Why not?" Oralllot asked steadily. John coutd do no more than mumble mum-ble o repetition of his words. The world wus falling uwny from Mm, "I will not discuss this matter with you, my friend. I will 'only ask yon to remember the views of the world In which we Uvo. Louise Maurel Is an artist, a great artist. If there has been such an affair as you suggest, bo-wwMi-lter utitl-tiuj' uiiiu, -ir It "were" something which appeulert to hnr Af fections, It Is my opinion that sho would not hesitate. You seem to think It an outrageous thing that tbo prince should havo been her lover. To bo perfectly frank, I do not. I should be very much moro surprised nt her marriage." mar-riage." John mndo his escape somehow. Ho remembered opening the door, but he hnd no recollection of reaching tho street A fow minutes later, however, ho found himself striding down Piccadilly Pic-cadilly toward Hydo Park corner. Ho found a taxlcab nnd wns driven toward tho Milan. Ho was conscious of n wild dc3lro to keep away from his rooms. Every pulso In his body wns tingling. Ho wns fiercely nwake, cngcr for motion, action, excitement of any sort Suddenly ho remembered the night club to which ho had been Introduced by Sophy on tho first night of bis nrrlvaJ In London. Tho address, ad-dress, too, was thero quite clearly In his disordered brain. He leaned out of the cab and repeated It to tho driver. driv-er. Tho Uttlo placo was unexpectedly crowded when ho entered, after having hav-ing handed his hat and coat to n vcstlnlro. A largo supper party wns going on nt the farther end, nnd tho dancing space was smaller than usual. usu-al. Tho maltro d'hotel was escorting John to n small tablo In a distant corner, which hnd Just been vacated, when tho lnttcr heard his name sud denly called by a familiar voice. Sophy, So-phy, who had been dnnclng, abandoned aban-doned her partner precipitately and camo hurrying up to John with outstretched out-stretched hands. "John I" she exclnlmed. "You, of nil peoplo In the world t What do you mean by coming here nlono at tills tlmo of night? Fancy not tclUng mo I Is anything the mnttcr?" "Nothing," ho replied. "I really don't exactly know why I nm here. I simply don't want to go to bed." "Where Is the- prlnco?" ho asked. Sophy, struck by something In bis voice, swung nrouml nnd looked nt him. Then sho thrust both her arms through his, clasped her two bonds together, and led him firmly away. A glimmering of tho truth was beginning begin-ning to dawn upon her. "Tell me where you have been since you left tbo reception' sho Insisted, when at last they were seated together. to-gether. "Walt till I have ordered some wine," ho said. A waiter served them with champagne. cham-pagne. When John's glass was filled, be drained Its contents. Sophy watched him with surprise. She enmo Uttlo closer to him. "John," she whispered, "yon must tell mo do you bear? You must tell me everything! Did you tnke Louise home?" "Yes." "What happened, then? You didn't qnnrrel with her?" "Nothing at all happened," lro assured as-sured her. "Wo parted tbe best of friends. It wasn't that." "Then what? ltemember that I nm your friend, John, dear. Tell ra everything." ev-erything." "I will tell you," ho assented. "I went to n Uttlo club I belong to on tho AdelphI Terra co. I snt down In tho smoking room. Thero was no ono there I knew. Somo men wero talk ing. They had beon to tho reception tonight. They wero comparing French actresses nnd English. They spoko first of tho French womnn, Latrobe, and her lovers ; then of Louise. They spoko qulto calmly, like men discussing discuss-ing history. They compared tho two actresses, they compared their lives. Lntrobo, they said, had lovers by tho score Loulso only ono." Sophy's hand stolo Into his. Sho was watching tho twisting of bis features. fea-tures. Sho understood so well tho-excitement underneath. "I think I can guess," she whispered. whis-pered. "Don't hurt yourself telling mo. Something was said about the prlnce " His eyes bin zed down upon her.. "You, too?" ho muttered. "Does tbo whole world kuow of It and' speak ns If It did not matter? Sophy, la It true? Speak out I Don't bo afraid of hurting me. You call yourself my friend. I've been down, looking at tbe outside of her house. I dared not go In. There's a flro burning, la my soul I Tell mo If It Is true!" "You must not ask me that question, ques-tion, John," sho begged. "How should I know? Besides, these things are so different In our world, the world you haven't found out much about yet. Supposing it were true, Jobn," she went on, "remember that It wus beforo be-foro you knew her. Supposing It should be true, remember thl your Idea of life Is too absurd. Is one creed made to fit human beings who may differ In a million different ways? A woman rony be ur good as nny over born Into ltd world, nnd yet tuke Just little lovt Into her life, It she be true, and faithful In doing It. I don't believe there Is n dearer or sweeter woman breathing than Louise, but one must havo love. Don't I know 10 X iuuHmny be strong enough to 'Uvo vl,thout It but a woman nvvwi-l" The skirts of the women brushed their tnblo as they danced, tho rhythm of the music roso and fell nbovo tho murmur of laughter and conversation. John looked around the room, nnd n sort of despair crept In upon him. It was no good I Ho had como to London Lon-don to understand; he understood nothing. Ho was mado of tlip wrong fiber. If only ho could chnngo himself him-self I If It were not too Into t If ho could make himself like other men I "I mnst not ask yon any mbro questions, ques-tions, Sophy," ho said. "You nre her friend,, nnd yon havo spoken very sweetly. Tomorrow I will go nnd sec her." , ' "And tonight forget it nil," sho pleaded. "Wlpo it out of your memory. mem-ory. Tonight sho Is not here, nnd I nm. Even If you nro furiously In lovo with her, thero Isn't nny harm In your being Just n little nlco to me. Olvo mo some champagne; nnd I want some caviar sandwiches t" "I wonder why you nro so good to me, Sophy I" ho exclaimed, as he gnvo tho order to a waiter. "You ought I Y ! n The Prlnco Reded Back. cither to marry your young man down at Until, or to havo a sweetheart ot your own, a companion, somo one quite different" "How different?" "Somcono who cared for you ns you deserve to be cared for, nnd whom you cared for, too." "I cannot take theso things ns lightly light-ly ns I used to," sho answered n little sadly. "Something has come over mo lately I don't know what It Is but I seem to have lost my taste for flirtations. flir-tations. John, don't look up, don't turn round I I have been afraid of tho prince all tho evening. When you came In, I fancied that you bad oven drinking. When the prince nsked mo something nbout youv an hour or so ngo, I knew that ho had. I saw bin tlko It once before, about a year ago. Don't tnke any notice of him I Don't talk to htm, if you can at all help ltf Toward tnelr tablo the prince- wns slowly ranking hlo way, skilfully avoiding avoid-ing tho dancers, yet looking neither to- tho right Dor to the left. Hie eyes were fastened upon John, If he hnd been drinking as Sophy suggcsted thero wcro fow signs of It. His walk was steady; his bearing, ns usual, deliberate de-liberate nnd distinguished.. Ho enmo to- a atnndstlll beside them. Sophy's fingers clutched at tho table. cloth. Tho prlneo looked from one to tho otter. "You have robbed me- uC a gutsf, Mr. Sttnngowey," he remarked ; "but I bear you no 111-wtll. It Is vtry seldom thnt ono sees you In theso- haunts of dissipation." "It Is- a gala night with me," John replied, his tone raised no more than usuul, but slinking with somo new quality. "Drink a gluss of wine with nic, prince," b Invited, taking the bottlo from tho Ice-pail aad filling a tumbler upon tiro tnble. "Wish me luck, won't you? I nm engaged to bo married r "I wish you happiness with all ny henrt,"" the prino answered, holding his glass- up. Muy I not know tho nnmo ot the lady?" "No- doubt yen are prepared for tho news,"' John told him. "Miss Mnurol has promised to becomo my wife." The prince's hand was as steady as a rock. He raised his glass to his lips. "I drink to you both with tho greatest great-est of pleasure," ho said, looking John full in tbo face. "It Is a most remarkable remark-able coincidence. Tonight Is the anniversary an-niversary of tho night when Louise Maurel pledged herself to me." John's frame seemed for a moment to dilate, nnd fire flashed from his eyes, "Will you bo good enough to explain tboso words?" ho demanded. Tho prince bowed. He glanced toward to-ward Sophy. "Slnco you Insist I" he replied. Tonight, To-night, then, let me tell you, Is tbo anniversary an-niversary ot the night when Louise Maurel consented to become my " What followed came like a thunderclap. thunder-clap. Tho prince reeled back, his hand to his mouth, blood dropping upon tho tnblecloth from his lips, where John hnd struck him. ne rondo n sudden spring nt his assailant. Sophy, shrieking, shriek-ing, leaped to her feet. Evoryono elso In the placo seemed paralyzed with wonder. John seized tho prince by the throat, and held him for a moment at arm's length. Then ho lifted him off his feet as one might lift a child from the floor. Holding his helpless victim In n merciless grip, he carried blm across the room and deliberately flung him SySL-thS. tRULQ JtOiva rd his -c inty -tm Ift- Sophy held John by the urra, clutching clutch-ing it hysterically, striving to drag him nwny. But to John the room was empty. Ho stood there, n giant, motionless mo-tionless figure, his muscles still taut, hi a fnco tense, his eyes nflnrae, glaring glar-ing down nt tho prostrate figuro of tho mnn on whom ho hnd wreaked tho accumulated fury of thexc lust duys and weeks of mndness. CHAPTER XXI. Toward nine o'clock on tho following follow-ing morning John rose from a fitful sleep and looked around hlra. Even before he could recall tho events ot tho preceding night he felt that there was n weight pressing upon his brntu, n mlRcrnbln senso of emptiness la life, a dull feeling of bewilderment. Although Al-though he hnd no elenr recollection of getting there, ho realized that ho was In his own sitting-room, nnd iimt he hnd been nslccp upon tho couch. Tin saw, too, that It wns morning, for n ray of sunlight lny across the enrpet As ho struggled to his feet, he snw wlth a Uttlo shock thnt he wns not nlonc. Sophy Oernrd was curled up In his ensy chnlr, still In cvcnlmr clothes, her clonk drawn closely nround her, ns If sho were cold, ncr head had fnllen back., She, too, war asleep. At tho sound of his movement, move-ment, however, sho opened her eyes' nnd looked nt htm for n moment with' n puzzled store. Then she Jumped to her feet "Why, wo hnvo both been asleep 1"' oho murmured, n Uttlo weakly. At tho sound of her volco It nil came back to him, n tnnglcd, hideous nightmare. night-mare. Ho sat down ognln upon tho couch and held his head between his hnnds. "I remember everything thnt hnp-pened hnp-pened nt tho club," ho went on slowly. "Is tho prlnco dend?" She shook her bend. "Of courso nott Ho was hurt, though, nnd thero wns n terrible scene of confusion In tho room. Tho people crowded around him, nnd I managed, somehow, to drag you nwny. The mnnnger helped us. To tell tho truth, ho wns only too anxious for you to get pwny beforo tbo pollco arrived. Ilo.was'so afraid of anything getting Into tho papers. I drove you back here, nnd, ns you still seemed stunned, I brought you upstairs. I didn't mean to stay, but I couldn't get you to say n single coherent word. I was afraid to leave you alone 1" "I supposo I wns drunk," ho said, " In n dull tone. "I remember filling my glass over and over ngnln. Thero Is ono thing, though," ho added, his volco , gnlnlng n sudden strength; "I was not, , drunk when I struck tho prince I I remember those few seconds very distinctly. dis-tinctly. I saw everything, know everything, ev-erything, felt everything. It no ono had Interfered, I think I should havo ' killed him I" "Yon were not drunk at nil," she declared, de-clared, with n little shiver, "but you were In n state of terrlblo excitement. y sJ It was a long time beforo I could got yra to lie down, and then you wouldn't closo your eyes until I enmo and sat by your side. I watched you go to sleep. I hopo you aro not angry with mo I I didn't llko to go and leuvo yon." "How conld I be nngry?" ho protested. pro-tested. "You nre far kinder to mo than I deserve. I expect I should hnvo been In n police cell but for you I" "And now," sho begged, coming over to htm and speaking in a moro mat-, ter-of-fact tone, "do let us bo practical. prac-tical. I must run away, and yon must go and have n bnth nnd change your rlothea. Don't bo nfrnld of your reputation. repu-tation. X cun gut out by tho other en-. trance." "ltemember," sho whispered, "you I have to go to see Loulso 1" , j He covered his fnco with bis hands. I "What's tho use of It?" ho groaned, "It's only unother turn of tho screw I" "Dont be foolish. John." sho admonished ad-monished briskly. "You don't nctunl-ly nctunl-ly know anything yet nothing ut all ; "Remember," She Whispered, "You Have to Qo to 8m Lou I to." at least you are not rare of anything. And besides, you strange, Impossible person," she went on, patting his hand, "don't you see that you most Judge her, not by the stnndards ot your world. In which sho has never lived, but by the standards of her world, In which she was born and bred? That Is only fair, isn't ltl? , He rose listlessly to his feet There was a strange, dull look ttt hlii face. ' "You aro a dear girl, Sopfcyl" he said. "Don't go Just yet I hav never felt like It before In my llfo, but Just, now I don't want to be left nlono. Send a boy for nornu clothes, and I wlrhurdur Buiiiutcir." Bho hesltnted. . - (TO BE CONTINUED.) v t |