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Show Ifc Scarlet fhjnner Dramatized and Produced by the Vitagraph Company From the Popular Novel of the same name by C. N. and A. M. Williamson j Everything You Read Here Today You Can See Tljis Week At Leading Motion Picture Theatres in Vivid Motion Pictures I f with MR. EARLE WILLIAMS as CHRISTOPHER RACE MISS EDITH STOREY as NOURMA DALRYMPLE Next Week Another Story and New Pictures Copyright. 1516. by the Star Company. Ail Foreiu K.fe'lUs reserved HAPTBR XI. ' 'i RE MISSING I HAP N R wtHRN Christopher Race came bach from X a n terdam after hi a adventure with the diamond carriers, an engagement with Scarlet Runner, which he had expected to take up fell through; therefore he was none too well pleased to find himself free for more than a fortnight. But when he had been Idle fur a day r tWO, Adventure presented itself In a modest card bearing the name. "James Harkness. " The mall who. during the last few months, had brought to Christopher Rare1 door so many strange people, now produced one v horn no wildest Stretch of imagination could associate with the idea of romance He was small stature with neat, slender figure lad In a grey tweed suit that boasted the "American shoulder ' He had a fine head, and would, from the shape of his forehead and cut of his features, have some-what some-what resembled a provincial Napoleon, If fl instead of Napoleon's eagle gaze he had not possessed the soft, wistful brown eyes of a misunderstood dot a dog who has never deserved a kick In his life but has had many and has ceased t- hope or even wish for a caress Indeed, would be startled and cm-barrassed cm-barrassed if he got one. This neat, rather dapper little man walked Into the URlv lodging-house sitting-room w Ith Rn air that was briskly business-like, yet oddlv apologetic "How do you do, sir? I'm very pleased to have the honor of meeting the celebrated Mr Race and I hope that, if you're not engaged, fl I can get vou to take me a trip in your automobile."" said Mr. Harkness, with an ac-rent ac-rent that proclaimed him from the Middle West of America. Chrii her replied that he and Scarlet Runner were disengaged for the present, and invited his caller to sit down and talk busl-ress busl-ress There was something In the combina- tton of American briskness and perhaps an American shvness which pleased him. and .Tames Harkness not on shiny pasteboard, but In Ib-sh and Mood had a winning smile winning bei ause II a ' 1 ' " hoRlboyJ Vs a,,d had no ielf-consclousnesa m it He might have bee., old-looking for thirty, or youna-looklng for thirty-five, and there was crave, business experience in the firm set of htn Jaw. But the eyes were a boy s eyes: and Christopher liked him In spite of the fa. that James plain. unroniantlc undiluted James did not appear an ill-chosen name to express his personality Mr Harkness went on "I'm taking a a-ration; a-ration; it's the first one I've ever had since T left school, and that WSJ when I was fnur-teen fnur-teen vears old. I've had inv nose to the grlnd-stone grlnd-stone ever since but I like It well enough. Mrs Harkness goes to the seaside every BUIh-mer BUIh-mer Which Is the right thing for a lady to do- ami she's had a run out to California and down to Florida nce or twice, winters. Now Bhc's travelling in Kurope with some lady friends of hers,-has been for the last teen months. and it was her idea 1 should take this vacation and meet her I just landed yeatcrduv. and took train right to London. Bo vou see I haven't lost much time In K-lng' K-lng' myself' the pleasure of calling on you. "I shall be delighted to take Mrs Harkness and you for a tour. If you don't want to be gone longer than a fortnight." said ChrlS- topher. pleased In spite of himself by the genuine admiration In the brown eyes. "Two weeks Is Just what I was thinking f" said Mr Harkness "But my wife won't be In the partv. The reason I can go is be-cause be-cause 1 had ICsrCOni on board ship saying iihe'd been Invited t.i stay awhile In a French chateau, and she thought shed like to have the experience She hasn't been acquainted with the Baron aivd Baroness long they re friends of her friends so she couldn't ask them to Invite me too. and her Ides was for roe Just to fool around, seeing sights in Eng-land, Eng-land, till she was through visiting The people who've promised to go S utomobil lug with me I met on the steamer 1 suppose three passengers and their baggage wouhln t be too much of a burden to you. air?" rfB Christopher set Mr. Harkness' mind at rest H on this point, and then, finding that the B 'American was an amateur In motoring, he gae Mm advice about the luggage Also. H th. dlSCUSSed routes, and It appeared that H Mr Harkness, who had never found time to I ltr his own country brf..re. had no prefer- 1 ence. All he wanted was to see some of the H prettiest places, and it was finally decided H that Scarlet Runner should conduct the partv H through Devonshire and Cornwall, going by H way of the New Forest. The question of monev lav In abeyance till the lat. and then H It was Christopher who introduced it 'I H ruess I can leave the price to vou. sir ' said the little man from the West. "I don't know H anvthlng about the charge for automoi..l. H . myself, but you're a gentleman, and what- ever you say will bo right." The start was to be made neit day. as there was no time to waste, and Christopher was H asked to bring Scarlet Runner to an old- H fashioned hotel In Suffolk Street, not at all H the sort of hotel an American would be likely to choose unless bo bad heard of It from Kngltsh friends. However, that was not B Race's affair, and he and his car arrived H promptly before the door at ten o'clock in the morning, according to arrangement H Seldom had he been more surprised, thar H when his client ushered out from the bote J two ladles. Nor was their sex the mosl amailng part of their unexpectedness. Thai H which was particularly astonishing about 3 them was themselves S One was elderly, the other young. She wh' j was elderly was English, and the hmichi H that flashed Into Christopher Race's hear f was that If she had a twin brothi i be a fine, brown, hawk-eyed soldier, one el j those braTe, unobtrusive men who go off a: i a matter of course to far-away, unbealthfu H lands, there to do their countr' work wel H end faithfully, without maklnr any fus about It. until tbetr Sovereign fills their plan with a younger roan, or until they die ii 1 This woman, though womanly had the evr ef a soldier steadfast, enduring; and thougl 1 she was not yet really old. her hair wa white. In fine contrast with the calm darl fl, -she. for a ship acquaintance of Mr Hark H' pess. was remarkable enough; but her com Bl panlon a young girl who could hardly b H " twenty was bewildering. Christopher had never seen a girl like he! BBH 8he was a princess out of a fairy tale, no JUS! n fle?h nr.d blood prince3g who had strayed into a story of fairies because- it was convenient to have her there, but a princess born of a fairy spell This fancy did actually present Itself to the young man s mind, so completely was he swept off his feel by the appearance of Mr. Harkness' young friend; and though he was usually ashamed If he found himself by . ham e being sentimental, the girl was so exquisitely ex-quisitely romantic n figure that he did not stop to check his exlra:igant similes. "Miss Dalrymple Miss Noumea Italrymple let me present Mr. Race. ' rattled off the American, primly and conscientiously "This Is the automobile I've been talking to you about. A beauty, isn't she?' Then, having discharged what he considered consider-ed his duty, he fussed over the luggage as It came out from the hotel, and fussed a good ileal more about getting the ladies comfortably comfor-tably seated tucking a light rug of his own over the girl and round the girl, as if she had been an early , crocus to be protected from some blighting flurry of snow They started, nnd as Race was not carrying carry-ing a chauffeur, Harkness proposed to sit beside him on the front seat But Miss Dalrymple Dal-rymple the elder asked for his company in the tonneau, and he accepted the Invitation, Shyly, delightedly, as if It were a favor bestowed be-stowed bv Royalties. Christopher heard him telling one or two funny, typically Ameri-. Ameri-. -n stories which evidently amused his guests and If ever a silence fell, it was Hark-i Hark-i SSS or the girl who broke it. never the elder Of the two women, whom Nourmg Dalrymple ailed Aunt Constance." Christopher's simple conception of James Harkness had now suddenly and completely changed. The naUc yet brisk little business man hal assumed In his eyes the importance of a mystery. But. after all. was not the mystery rather an obvious one too obvious? Race asked himself on second thoughts The weather was perfect, and each day that came to take the place of Its dead brother was more exquisite than the last hrlstopher was crdlallv invited to have his meals wnh his passengers sofnetimes charming charm-ing picnic meals. In which the aunt or niece performed dainty miracles With a somewhat battered tea basket, sometimes meals at delightful. de-lightful. old-fash!pned hotels or , ountrv Inns Occasionally Christopher had Nourma Dalrymple Dal-rymple to himself for half an hour at a time on some short excursion; and It seemed to him that her mind, her nature, was as wonderful won-derful as her fai e She had thoughts high and clear and light-giving as the stars, and she spoke them out with apparent frankness, frank-ness, yet at the end of a week Christopher had drawn no nearer to the solution of the mystery Which had assembled this strange party than In the hour of starting. He did not even know anything about the Dalrymples, aunt and niece, except that the girl had spent most. If not all, of her life in India, am that the elder woman had more or less lately gone out there t visit her brother, who was Nourma'S father Whn the father was, what he did In India, or where was his home In that wide land of enchantments, enchant-ments, Christopher did not hear nor did he hear why Miss Dalrymple had taken her niece to America. He knew that they had been, onl because James Harkness had met them on the ship coming bat k, and this was the girl's first sight of England, as It was that of her new friend Whatever she admired, ad-mired, he admired If she so much as said of a place, "Oh. I should like to see it!" her host was not happy unless the vague wish could he quickly gratified He watched over her -even more anxiously than did the evidently evi-dently devoted aunt He was depressed If she appeared absent-minded, a -lie did occasionally, oc-casionally, or If her lips drooped, or If she had a far-away look In the dark eyes, which were almost startllngly beautiful under the soft frame of moonllght-oti-wheatlleld-colored hair. There were always flowers for both ladles every morning, even at the most out-of-the-way stopping-places, and there were tweet and any book which Nourma Dairvmplc had said to her aunt or Christopher Harkness knew little about hooks that she would rare to read. So matters went on until thev had been gone for a fortnight, all but one dav, and were on their way back to London, "which they would reach the following evening. They had returned by St rat ford-on-A von : and wandering about the beautiful old town, hrlstopher had Nourma Dalrymple beside him. She was even more than usuallv sweet and gentle in her manner that day, though thoughtful, and Christopher ought to have been enjoying each moment In the society of -in h a unique and radiant girl vet somehow lie felt troubled and restless "as sensitive women do when the air Is . in. kllng with electricity before a thunderstorm. He could not think of things worth saving, though he would have liked to be brilliant, and Instead of looking at his companion he found himself him-self continually watching the pair who walked ahead James Harkness and Miss Dalrymple Dal-rymple They were absorbed In some very grav 1 discussion, that was clear, so completely ah-j ah-j sorbed that they might as well have beer staring at London hoardings as gazing upor ' the beautiful beamed walls of Shakespeare's birthplace. Once when Christopher hap" ' pened to catch a glimpse of the American! face, he was startled. The little man lookec I as if he had been struck a deathblow Bui ; afterwards his eyes lit up with fcverUh n cltement. or hope, and a spot of color burnec on each of his rather high cheek-bones. I That night, as Race sat In his room at th hotel, smoking a pipe before going to bed and wondering what had happened, some j knocked at his door He rose anc I opened It. to see Harkness standing outside i twice as shy. twice as apologetic, aa he ha I been In the first moment of making acquaint I ance- i . "1 there are some things perhaps vouV 1 .ni2Lu.7 abul-" h bccan' W Ot "Come in " said Christopher pleasantly "It there anything In Scarlet Runner's perform I ,n-9 or mine that you don't like, and wan me to charge he ue,,t ,.n. iau,h;,t K,, raturedly at the other's hesitation. "Becaus. if there Is you mustn't mind telling me so ' v. ,nd'ed " replied Harkness "You'y both been Just about perfect this trip Am , J .b'.'n crmnd tr,p to 1 "as a blame Idiot. I suppose, to think It could amount t J mer tha" Bu I Iways was hopeful I if I cared about anything." He sal down bsIbsIbsIbsi relapsing Into silence and thought fulness Christopher was silent too, for the good reason rea-son that he knew not what to say. He wax nt a loss to understand his employer's meaning, mean-ing, though. If the American had been a roar.ier type of man. he might have sprung to some conclusion. But soon Harkness be-Kan be-Kan again. "As a matter of fact, sir, it's your ndvlce I want to ask, if you'll permit me." Christopher answered that he would ho clad to (rive It, or to bo of use; and he spoke sincerely. "It's a mighty delicate matter." the American went on; "a matter f wouldn't have any call to talk about. If I could see my way clear how to act. Rut I don't. That's Just It. I'm a plain business man. What's that saying about fools rushing In where angels would be afraid to show their noses, or something kind of like that? Well. I feel that way right now. But you're different. dif-ferent. I don't know as I'm putting it so's you can understand, but what I see about you Is. that you've lived. Now I never lived till I got on board tho ' Baltic," less than four weeks ago. I knew what business was, and how to get along In the world, and my duty to my wife and my neighbors; but I hadn't lived. I didn't realise what It was to be really alive, or to live. But I do now. I've learned In less than four weeks what I hadn't up til) then In thirty-three years, nnd probably shouldn't for thirty-three more years or till the dav of my death. Yes. sir. I should Just have dried up like a withered leaf or an old nut If it hadn't been for that blessed girl. Thai's what I've got to thank her for life." Christopher did not speak. What could be say yet? But there was stealing Into his puzzled brain a glimmer of light. Not morn , than a faint glimmer; but it was. enough to keep him from misunderstanding the man with a name to which nothing worth happening happen-ing could ever possibly happen. "Do you take In my meaning, sir?" asked Harkness. "Because. If you do, It'll be I easier for me to go on." "I well I suppose you've unfortunately j fallen in love with Miss Nourma Dalrymple, ' blurted out Christopher, whose thoughts of the situation were more delicate than his words. "Unfortunately In love?" repeated Harkness, Hark-ness, in a shocked way. "Oh. then I've been J fool enough to mix things up BO you can't see. after all Why. It's tho most fortunate 1 thing ever happened to me. It's like being shut up in a kind of dark cell for thlrty-three thlrty-three years and then having an angel from ! heaven fly down to let you out. Once you're out. you know, nothing can put you where j you were before, because, when you go back Into the cell. It won't be dark or musty any more, but full of all the glory you saw when you were outside. If you've gt anything In . you at all. you're bound to tako that much - with you. Maybe you think I'm crazy, talk-I talk-I Ihg like this. Mr. Race, but 1 have t- explain. . And it Isn't as If you were a stranger We've I been acquainted a mlghtv short while, as time goes; but you're right In this chapter where the angel comes In." 1 "The missing chapter." Christopher mut-i mut-i tered. more to himself than the other, but Harkness heard, and answered I "I see what you're thinking about." said . he. "You think this is cotng n he the mls-t mls-t sing chapter In my life. That that my - friends that my wife won't ever know any. s thing about It." "I suppose that is what was In my head." s Christopher conferd 1 "Well, you're right, sir. in a way. We'll 1 call it the missing chapter. 1' H be that for j the other people the ones who wouldn't be L able to understand It If they were told, and . might get thoughts I'd rathtr fall dead right here than nnyone either near me or far off should have about an angel. Vou. for Instance, In-stance, wouldn't have known there could be ; II h an angel on earth, If you hadn't seen her and been with her. would you. now?" "No." said Christopher. "She's wonderful. "Tre certainly to be excused, Mr. Harkness." Hark-ness." "I guess I wouldn't have been excusable if I hadn't loved her. because I'd hnve been a block of wood." tho little man retorted, almost Indignantly. "But what about her?" Christopher ventured. ven-tured. "Forgive me you asked my advice, you know. Is this going to make her unhappy?' un-happy?' "I don't quite catch your meaning." Hark-ness Hark-ness was looking honestly bewildered. "I mean, if she has learned to care " "Great Scot. sir. care for me? Be In lo , Oh no. 1 can't even say the word In a ooh-i ooh-i nectlon like that. She' feels kindly towards me, I know, and the Lord knows how good to me she's been. As for me, why. you don't think no, of course you don't think that I'd have been worm enough, green Idiot enough, beast enough, to speak that same word to her about myself?" "If I could have thought if for an Insant. I apologize," said Christopher. "Thank you. sir. You're a white man 1 1 n-u you were. That's why I've turned to ou: for that reason, and because, as I said, you've lived, you've felt, In your years, though they re not so many as mine 1 love that girl yes. But even if there weren't B Mrs Harkness I wouldn't have told Mlsa Nourma, any more than n common man like me could tell a queen he was In lovo with her and would like to have her for his wife. Her kind Isn't for my kind. And, besides, she loves somebody; I guess mighty different dif-ferent sort of man from me. She didn't sav anything about him herself, but her aunt told me." "Is that what she was talking of this afternoon"" Inquired Christopher, recalling the mysterious conversation which had seemed to crush the life out of the Amen, an "Mv goodness, no. She told mo on shipboard." ship-board." "Then what did you expect from this trip which you haven't got. since you knew all along that the girl was In love with another an-other man?" The question was out before Christopher quite knew that ho was asking It aloud. Harkness stared blankly. "Kxpect ? Why, I didn't dare expect anything, the way thing stood, the way they'd been explained to me. But I hoped- I hoped the motoring and the beautiful scenery, and the fresh air and new experiences, might do her good Though 1 ought to have known that what a tour from India 'most round the world, to America, Amer-ica, couldn't do. two weeks in an auto wouldn't. Hut though she's enjoyed everv-thlng. everv-thlng. she doesn't fesl any stronger for the two weeks." "I think I see." said Christopher "The father. In India, wouldn't let his daughter marry the man she loved, and Mian Dalrymple has been trotting her niece about the world to help her to forget." "No. you don't see." Harkness answered. 'But how could you, without having any sort of a clue to the real story? The young roan Is a fine rhap any father would be proud to have his daughter marry; a boI-dier boI-dier who got a Victoria Cross In that war of yours with the Boers, before he waa ordered or-dered to India He's titled, too I think he's a baron or a baronet, and good looking. Mls Dalrymple said. She called him a eplendld fellow, worthy of her niece, so you can guess "hat he must be for her to think that. But Miss Nourma I Sfsssjfl him." "Although she loved htm?" "Because she loved him. But she made him think she didn't care, otherwise he wouldn't have given her up." "And now she repents?" "No, she ' doesn't repent. She'd do the same thing over again, though It nearly-killed nearly-killed her to do it. and she isn't as strong een as yhe was then. She refused him be- ause she was under sentence of death." "Oond heaven) What are you talking about?" exclaimed Christopher. "We've Just struck the part that T came here to talk about," answered Harkness ojuietly, Has the poor chil l got, consumption "' Christopher asked. "She doesn't look 111 It only that she's different from other girls ;'ccm-' made of moonlight, or flowers, or something unearthly." "That's Just the thought one has about her," said Harkness. It came to mo the minute I saw her. My steamer chair was put next to her aunt's on deck, or 1 shouldn't have got acquainted I haven't much check anjhow. and I should never, have mustered up enough fur that. l'.ut Miss Dalrymple ami I talked, and so it all happened naturally. nat-urally. I suppose it was to be I mean I was to live my Missing Chapter, the only real one In the whole book. I guess Miss Dalrvmpln understood me pietty soon, so she told me things By nnd by It was the whole his-. -iv. Miss, Nourma'S father was an omcer, like the voung man his daughter loves He spent a summer In Kashmir, on leave about twenty-one vears ago. and had some letters of introduction to high-up. grand sort or native? "pftirms fnrt noblemen Then bo immim. t " ' '& , . - --- The girl In found nnconclon. Ch rla tOpheT meet the ChSrmlHg MIsh Dnlr tuple somehow I don't know how, for his sister didn't tell me l:oi to see a girl he wasn't supposed to see. for .....men there aren't much on show, are they? The two fell desperately des-perately In love, and he stole her away. Thev married, and as It wasn't exactly the right sort of thing for an officer to have done, w hen he v,is a kind of guest, ho gave up tho Army Mi: is Nourma's mother was perfe, Un beautiful. Ml s Dalrvmple says; looked as If she'd been carved out of ivory, with gold for hair and starry sapphires for eyes. Her husband brought her to England, hut she was home-sick, and the climate didn't suit her; so he managed to get some civil appointment appoint-ment In a remote part of India, where he's stopped ever since. DOt having any money of his own And his father was so displeased with the marriage, he didn't leave him much But the b.ey Kashinlran princess died when her bah) was born; that's Miss Nourma whom they named after her mother And It seems that the child of a European man and a Kashmlran woman, though almost always extraordinarily handsome. Is just the ame as bom under sentence of death Thev loved each other so much, those two. that they didn't think of anything elre hut afterwards after-wards Captain Dalrymple must hae had some awful heartaches, seeing that beautiful ai.cel grow up like a lily, and knowing (for apparently It's a thing well known) that she was In all probability doomed to be cut down before she was twenty-one " Ar.L r .''"'''J''. that sort of from Arm people who Ve come back from India." said Christopher dully "It was only Just before Miss Dalrvmnle the aunt, came out to visit her b5heTJnd niece (indeed. I guess that was what took her out) that Ml Nourma overheard a m, venation which let her know whit to e""-pe e""-pe Someone was giving a dance InXonoi we. h" ';'"""'''. birthday, and while she was sitting on a balcony, waiting for br Partner to come back tthe yoSng man she'd fallen In love with. It was), a couple inside a window began to talk At first they dtdift mention her name, but said what apfty 1 was. m beautiful girl like that certain to fall Into a decline and go off before the as of twenty-one-only three more yeaTs to ii,..i..:nPi ,. . ,,,, , ; ,.jy'; and now ,,',Verl"Mn Nourma before thing, and I lot hoM 1t0ck" or som" Vo,i? . noM of enough cash to take hi a M"v Nou-na was no stronger than no k .7 ,ft hom to-day shes donTth.?,rYhe dy wo atartcd moytor,hv LVa T . s,le- Yu see how serene and ?rjLrad'nt Mh- I" always, as If ahe'd aHed .nHht VD to th r'"h t I've with the moS huie 'SF- n,y tM" afternoon it Va a ' wm ith her. maybe: for tho trl! Tun. i! OV: to-morrow, and she and her 1 belnl aV' l""n hav,n ,ak about-her ' D ibrvmr,'?'8' and oin back o India Mlsl I thin?- U to,d me' And 8h told me some-thing some-thing ajae. wh,,h she hadn't mentioned be ' '3?ori? ",d- th" no 922. Items0 yXVdhVey 2 I 1-ondon. Ml,s Dalrymple took Sggfig A a great specialist n doctor In N'ew York hnd recommended her to consult, as she was al-catchlng al-catchlng at sonic hope or other. His opinion was that there might be a gor,, . h ince of saving Miss Nourma, making lie, strong and well as any girl. Only neither of them saw how the thing bo suggested could bo done; and she didn't even tell her niece what he'd said." "What was the thmgr Christopher asked, Intensely Interested- "Oh. I guess you've heard of It mostly In storybooks, where beautiful girls do It to Bare their lovers' lives But the nvestion s, ,7 could B chap like me. so much beneat ; her In every way. and almost a stranger ns far as time of acquaintance goes, have any rich,, to propose It"" Would H be a monstrous liberty that a Indv would resent like a kind, of insult? I don't see how I could bear it it! oho did." "You forget you haven't told me vet what the thing Is." Christopher reminded him. "Oh, so I didn't. I was Just thinking out loud Why. that doctor said, If a perfectly healthy person, who never drank alcohol or took any other poison Into the system, would give his or her blood to Miss Nourma. It COUld make her all over again like new. She might marry, and be happy, and live to a good old age. He and Miss Dalrymple didn't see bow any such person could be found, for she's too old. and so Is the girl's father But I'm not Old yet, and I'm strong "You would do that for her'" asked Christopher. Chris-topher. "If I dared to propose it. Tf you don't think It would be considered too great a liberty." "A liberty! And you'd do it to save her for another man?" "Of course, that would he a great happiness for me to keep In my mind. Mr. Race, when I thought back on what you call my 'missing chapter 1 I do wish you would tell me what you think." "I think you're the best and most unselfish yes. absolutely selfless chap I ever met," answered Christopher "What If your strength should fail, and you shouldn't get through "" Christopher asked "Mrs Harkness would have to know, and " e- "No, she wouldn't There he no good In her knowing I've thought that out already, and how to arrange, although there's rio chance, really, of such an ending. And I should leave her well provided for You'd be doing mo a big favor If you would lead up to this with Miss Dalrymple and find out If she could feel I was worthy ' So it came about that Christopher was Indue In-due d to grant tho "big favor," and HI iD rymple not only thought Mr. James Harkness worthy of the high honor he solic ited but agreed with Christopher in thinkln very good things about the little man's character char-acter which would have surprised the llttlo man himself. They motored back to London, without broaching the matter to Nourma Dalrymple; but on arrival there was a consultation with the great specialist, who approved of Harl -ness physically as much as the others did spiritually Then Nourma had to be told, and after the utmost difficulty persuaded to consent con-sent to the experiment which might mean life to her. That was where Scarlel Runner and Scarlet Kunner's master slipped out of the story, and into another SO tnui h more dramatic, so much more sensational in its incidents, that tho strong Impression gra i on Christopher's mind by James Harkness' missing chapter might easily have been blurred. blur-red. But It was not so. He thought constantly con-stantly of the little man with the wistful eyes of S misunderstood dog and the features of a provincial Napoleon. He thought .. of Nourma Dalrymple, and was as jooijj ,s if the result had intimately ioncerii"d himself him-self when the first news (which he had asked to have) came telling of the experiment All was going well, as far as could be known, nnd It was believed that the opinion of tho eminent specialist would be triumphantly Justified. Christopher had had to take up an engagement engage-ment immediately after returning to London v ith Harkness and the two Miss Da It m pies. This called hini out of town, and he did not return until nearly another fortnight had passed. His first thought after getting back was to go and see the American at ( mi lug home, the address of which, by request, had been given him But Harkness was no longer there. He had got a telegram with some unexpected tidings, and having been pronounced strong enough to move had left nt a half-hour's notice. There was. however, a note for Mr. Ilace in case he remembered his promise to pay a visit. "Am just off to get rooms for Mrs Harkness Hark-ness and myself ut Savoy Hotel." Christopher read, scribbled hastily In pencil on a slimy thin card such as had Introduced the owner to Scarlet Runner's master. "Mrs. H has wired will arrive sooner than she thought-Shall thought-Shall probably remain In London some d.i. as she wants to shop, and would both be pleased if you found time to call," Nothing further. No allusion to the past or lo the state of his health, no closing admonition ad-monition not to speak a word which might open to eyes not meant to sec a leaf of the missing chapter. Harkness trusted his now friend. He knew that such a remind- i - unnecessary and Christopher fet the more warmly drawn to the little man because j his silence He did call at the Savoy that day. and at j such an hour as to be almost sure of finding Mr. and Mrs. James Harkness at home. He was not disappointed. They were in. and he ' was asked up to their private sitting-room. If it had been Nourma Dalrymplc's room she would have had it full of flowers, Klowers seemed to come of themselves where she wa. j But Mrs Harkness had no such attraction , for the flower-kingdom. There were flower on the centre table, supplied by the management manage-ment for one of the best suites In the hOUSti and Mrs. Harkness had presented herself wit parcels. There were boxes and bales of all sizes and shapes. Just arrived from various ( -hops; and there was Mrs. Harkness In ' midst of them all, a tall, hustling woman -f noticeably fine figure, no particular com- I plexion. restless light eyes, and a firm, f'1'1 chin. She was tho embodiment of practl- I ality self-satisfied, well-dressed practical- J Ity: and as she and her husband came forward for-ward to meet their guest, she towered ovrr him a good two Inches in height. Christopher had thought the American small, but now h seemed to have shrunk to half his origin size. The brown eyes were as kind wistful as ever, and they lighted up wit" I '"- uro at sight of him. Why. yes." said the lady 'Mr. HarkneM has told mc how luckv he was to have gotten you and your celebrated automobile to tk j him a trip. I expect vou both had a ttW time, from what I've got out of Mr- Hark-neea, Hark-neea, but I can't say his vacation In an ub . ueems to have done him much good, by tr . yay he looks. He appears to me twice 'red and peaked a he d,d before I left h '3 at our home, some months ago But he tell W he's all right." They asked Christopher to stop to dlnnr. i which they were haviup e.,i v and to S" 0 , 'he theatre with then, afterwards, but t'hrU- . to.Pr, Pleaded an engagement. vven he said, when Harkness went do With him to the door. 1 "It is well." the other answered The , aoctors mighty pleased with her. thinks she even better than ho hoped. I guess no one. not even you. can understand what , ns. my knowing the happiness tht surely coming to her now will be Just a tlr; ; X on through me. Miss Dalrvmple. the f a nas written all about evervthlng. since I f rer to the young man. He Is a baron'1- f 1 BBOW his name now. He's Captain Sir f j rarrt, Molyneux. She ll be Ladv Molyn'u an t you Just see how happy he II be find'"' t Jut she did care alwavs. and w h ' n wouldn't let him know' She wouldn't ailed him back herself but Miss DalrjTl ould tell him all right " , n Then he shook hands with Christopher, i"9 j ent back to his wife M; fA err Ad Tea tSJ r eit Week) r Just Ju-st t to -e- , I f L |