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nun. - “What is CL. ease?" continued Morgans Thorpe. delicately knocking the ash from his cigarette on to the inlaid table. “Three years ago”â€"he half closed his eyes and regarded the white-faced man before him through the narrow slits, as neat regards the wretched mouse lying between her pawsâ€"“yen and' I, and an- other who shall be nameleee, Were the closest friends. We had met, an fellow- travelers in an Alpine pass. Alpine pass sounds quite 'novelish,’ doesn’t it? I like the soundâ€"‘Alpine pass! We spent. the night with sundry guides and porters in a snow-bound hub. The acquaintance thus pleasantly commenced ripened, into a friendship which. I trust, may continue.” "You are traveling alone and are soli- tary. I have my sister with me, a charm- ing girl whom to see and to know is to blovel” V Gaunt bit, his lip and drew a long breath. “You see, you learn to know, you love her! For reasons best known to your- self you travel inocg. You state that your name is Edward Barnard, a. gentleman of independent, means, traveling for pleas- ure and instruction. As Edward Barn- ard you lay siege to my sister’s heart, and you take by storm that precious citadel." . / Qaunt did not move a limb or 3,116 eyes which rested upon the face upturned to Gaunt. made a gesture of impatience, but Morgan Thorpe only smiled, as the cat. might smile at. the contorti'ona of the mouse. Gaunt shifted one foot. but his eyes never left the smiling, mocking face. As the tortured man on ‘the rack watches the.executioner, so he watched Morgan Thorpet ML ._- "The lady in, of course, virtuous. There 16 only one road to happinesa~the path which leads to matrimony, and, as Ed- ward Barnard, you take it. You and the beauteoua Laura are married at the little Eglésh church at Vevey, onâ€"what is the w .. Gaunt. remained utonfly ailent..,He was like the figure of the Sphinx in his set. calmnes. _ _ ,. . ‘ n.~ nun VWAml-vuu- “No matter; I havevthe date on the certificate in my pocketrbook. You are married with all .the forms and ceremonies prescribed by rigid law and exacting church. and you set. out for your honey- moon. Alael it, is a short, honeyâ€"moon! Before it. has scarce begun to wane, yonâ€"" Gafint’s self-restraint seemed to fail him at this point, and he broke in with wagcely represpoq passgon: ,,,,, 1- 1...: “Pardon!” eaid Morgan Thorpe. softly. ‘nweetly. “Remember I am her brother, and spare me! Do notrlet us indulge in recriminations; it is childish, useless. Let, us any that you discovered that there was such incompatibility of temper that ion found it, impossible to live with her. Shall W9 pqt it. in that_way?” h. _._; n“ wan: Lvl.) (LyLvuuvu yum..- “I discovered that, thénwoman I had married was an wdventurese~a woman whoâ€"” »_ _. “‘4 no ., ._, . 'Lord Gaunt made no response; and the wit and musicalwoioe went on. ’ * _ "“One day you lett your wife, your bride â€"-’my dear fellow. how could you be so heartless?â€"wit,h the ,ingimajjon'thay YB}: >‘brolsen. desolate! ANot even the adden- dum 12) your lette'r which informed her that. a liberal allowance would be made to her while she rdfrained from molest- ing Iyou, consoled her. Alas. she loved you " , _‘ Lord Gaunt moved slightly. and a. grim smile played upon his lips for a. moment, to be followed by the set aternnese which had dominated hismexpxleeslod higher-to. .71“. uau. uvuuuum ... var-v_m_o.. "She loved you. She charged me with the task of following and finding you. I. as her devoted brother. accepted that task. My dear Barnard, these Turkish cigarettes of yours are dryâ€"very dry.f‘ Lord Gaunt went to the sideboard and got out. a spirit-case and a. siphon. and placed them on the table. “Will you not join me?” asked '1‘ orpe. "No? Well, I am doing all the taking. ind talking lg tlgimty work: lu__ -â€" -uu m.......3 .. -___~. He sipped the beverage with slow, .9!- seperatlng slowness. and Gaunt watched hlm with a fierce. burning impatience. ’The man’s presenceâ€"his. voice. were an absolute torture. ) “I eommenced my search," said Morgan Thorpe. "I try, first. the south of France. It is the winter. you will remember; but nowhere do I find a. handsome man by -the name of Barnardâ€"you are devilieh good-looking, you know, Barnardlâ€"a hun- dred pardons, Lord Gauntrâ€"and then I ‘eoma to London. As well look for a, needle in a bundle of hay as look for s’man in. willie place. I like London: I love it, ex- cepting when I am on the hunt for a. man. Then it is a beastly maze. At last. one day, I to ‘ he Apartjonlsrâ€"we ‘ must” speak by, the ‘oerd. adj-Hamlet says-*What’ a- lot of Hamlets I lieveseen~1 happen actually to see youâ€"you yourselfâ€"going into this ’very house." He laughed softly and blew the smoke from his cigarette in a. series of rings», nmuncmcuu «In Ian-4.1 n... W "I rang the bell and knocked, as dir- octed. and inquired for 'Mr. Barnard.’ No one knew the name. Then I watched again, and inquired againfiand described you. And I found that, instead oi‘ a. plain, common 'Mr. Barnard? my sisterâ€"my dearly beloved sister. for whom I would lay down my life, had married no less a personage than my Lord Gaunt!" Gaunt took up a cigar from the mantel- shelf and lighted it; but after a. moment he threw it among the ferna‘in the grate, and resumed his old attitude. Morgan Thorpe turned on his side into I more gomforgable position. A ,;,A-_ L-) IVA.) “v...” He laughed softly and blew the smoke from his cigarette in a. series of rings, and watched them with lazy interest. and nmuéement gs ghgy floated to the ceiligg. ‘ ‘,_,J_-.I _.. - uuuc wuuv. mu“. run"-.. 7 “Yea; I’Yound that my dear sister had married no less a personage than Lord Gauntâ€"Baron of the United. Kingdom, Earl Gaunt. of Ireland. Viscount Bascar; dine of Scotland. Lord-Lieutenant of dine of Scotland. Lord-Lieutenant or Downshire.” Gaunt moved his hand spasmodically: CHAPTER III.â€"(Cont’d.) Her Great Love; g ' Outing Shoes Or, A Struggle For a Heart For Everybody but- the soft, musical voice went on with the even flow of a. river. "'With residences in Devonshire and Scotland, 3, house in Park Lane. and an Italian palace 9n_the bgnkagof the Arno." an . AA” Gaunt turned from the fern-filled fire- place, and strode across the room; then came back to his old place and attitude; and Morgan Thorpe still watched him, as the cat watches the mouse when it ventures a despairing run. “This was the man who had married my sister. and heartleasly abandoned her. Lord Gaunt, baron. Scotch earl, lord. lieutenant. In a word, a nobleman of the highest rank, and worthâ€"Shall we say a“ million of money?” Gaunt. took up a cigar again. and light-' ed it with the stoicism of desperation. "Well," he said. grimly,” having made, 301;}; discovery, what do you propose to 0 Morgan Thorpe leaned back and closed‘ his eyes. ‘ > "An eminently practical question,” he murmured. “It is the quest-ion I have been asking myself ever since I have been here, my dear -Barnardflpardon. Lord Gaunt! Two courses are open me: ULAuv' uv uv vawu .H my discovery. Whereupon she would, “of course, hasten to England and claim her husband. Ah. my dear Barnardâ€"pardon. Gaunt-you have no conception of the ex- tent of the love our dear Laura bears for you. She would claim her husband and insist upon taking her place in the world of rank and fashion which, as you know, she would adorn so conspicuously.” He smiled up mockingly at the White, strain- ed face. “And I have a very strong con- viction that she would make things hum, as our cousins on the other side say.” He closed his eyes and smiled as if at some mental picture. “The other course, as the famous statesman would saw. which presented itself to me, was one of caution and-erâ€" reserve. Nothing is more dis- agreeable than to live witha person who is completely uncoug'enial, and I felt that I should he doing you a signal service if I were to conceal your identity and whereabouts from our dear Laure. In other words, my friend. I felt that I should be proving the warm affection I cherish for you if I were to say nothing about my discovery." Gaunt raised his head. “You would betray her trust in you?" he said. Morgan Thorpe smiled and shrugged his shouldersâ€"shrugged them so hard that he ‘dgplaced the cushions and had to rear- [ra‘nge them_ before replying. n:~_»_ -na W” W” " I as a famoufitifiaéhafi migh}, safy. might go to my sister-the mourning bride, so to spealk_â€"and acquaint her with mug: ,-n Laugv uucm ucluxv Luv“, “.3. “As to that, what is confidence and what is betraying? Ethical questions both. my dear Gaunt." Gaunt, strode across the room again. "Where is ahel’}l he aské’d, hoarsely. "At Vevey,’ replied Morgan Thorpe. "A most charming place, but dull-devilish dull. She is there amusing herself as best she can, and awaiting the result of ply seagch. I have iny 10‘ wire: ‘Founq ut-;_...Mdn fih.wné;;e ‘mWIIEnESK; "1:118" 'fiétrop'ole,’ and she will be here in less than thu‘ty- six hours.” 7 > I x , -.. . .. ,.AA_.‘___ nu u; n. a... Gaunt spnki‘nfo a'chair,-theu Moody? again, as‘fl‘reluctant. to show .any sxgn o! weariness. ' _ .. ‘. . ‘1‘- “On the other hand,” continued Mar. sou Thorpe, "I have only to write: ‘Can not. find him; believe he has left. the country,’ and she will remain at that God-forsaken holeâ€"or so to Paris." Gaunt looked at him steadily. “If she came, she would not find me here," he said. "I shall start. for Africa in a few hours' time." Morgan Thorpe shrugged his shoulders and laughed softly. "My dear Lord Gaunt, she would not- care whether she found you or not. whether you were here or ha.an on Africa’s burning sands. She woud be ‘quite_ hgppyflsettlngnup her claim to be .A__ "a noun” Au Ava a flu: “LI-p quite happy setting up her claim to be my Lady Gaunt, Baroness of Gaunt, Countess of Ireland. or Visoouuteaa Bas- cardine of Scotland. That would be quite en9ugh amusement for ‘her." unuusu mmuuumvuu .v. ..v . Gaunt went to a bookmase and stared at a line of bo‘oke without, seeing them. Then he came bag]; b9 thg fire-11139}. _A:: Luau no var-LIV w v nu, ___- “You mean‘to blwkmafl me." he said. with an awful oulmneasu “How much do you want? Say quickly and shortly as you canâ€"for my temper is rough and I canvscarcely hold myself in hand.” "My dear Barnard!" Jeered the other. Lord Gaunt sprung across the 1:00:11 and seized .him by the throat, and the soft, mocking laughter ceased with grotesque suddennesa. ‘ ' ‘ Buuuvuuvuâ€"v "How much, you devil?" he said between his weth. “You and she have me in our power; I know it. Name your price." Then. ashamed of himself, he flung the man from him and strode away, his own face working. his lips livid, as if inhad been himself who had been but choked. Morgan Thorpe.- atxu gling tor breath, felt his throat tender y. "Whatâ€"what, a savage you a,rel"hesaid, huakily. "No yqudqr myflpoor sisterâ€"" ._:A.L -._ uuunuy. nu wuuuw. m, 9v“. v. V- “Say no more!” broke in Gaunt, with an ominous gesture. "Nothing will induce me to acknowledge .your sister as my wife, and you know it. Name your price â€"§1}e price_qf your sile‘noel“ 4...: _ln.. AAUV v. JV... _..-_.~-_ Mgrgan Thorpe stoo up. and with rather a shaky hand took a. fresh drink. “You mean my price for concealing you_r 1de_ntjt_y?" he said-‘7» _-.. u 1.... vus .uvuu.~,. --- -â€"__. “got holding your tongueâ€"yes." he an . ’EWell." drawled Thorpe, "suppose we say a, cqup]e _of filgquaaugiupgundei’” nun... ._-_ Bung w v .V -- Gaunt looked at him with loathing eyes for a ~momeut; then he went. to his writ- ing-table. unlocked a drawer. and took out. a check-book. He filled in the check, laid it on the table.» and pginted t9 mm It on me name. arm poulwu w 1». "That. is for a. thousand pounds,” he said. "I will pay you that every year so long a5 I am_gn11lolt§sted_byâ€"” , "-__MA" __x.1 It-.. nun, w - w... ___.-_«_.“V_ "By your wife. Lady 6mm," said Mor- gan Thorpe. “I agree. Leave the matter to me, my dear Barnardâ€"Lush? how the old name clings! I’ll undertake to keep her‘ quiet. Now, shall we dine together-J Gaunt opened the door. “For God's sake. go!” he said, very quietly, with the quietu-de of a man goad- ed almost beyond the point of endurance. "Go before I do you any harm!" Mom‘an Thorpe looked atthe white face with its veins standing out. at the 'Ital- wart. muscular figure with the strength ‘of a. Herculeg,__and Laughed; , f'My dear fellow. I only wanted to be friendly. But if you 'will‘ hatr‘ Well! So long!"_ _ , ¢ ~ 3.3 p'u'n his hat 3m with careful preciion. adjusted ihe neck-tie in the Venetian mir- ror beside the 6001‘, and then held out, his hand3 _ . .. 1,.“- AL... -AL.‘ u“: nun-u. Gaunt looked at the hand, then raised his smoldering eyes to the mocking blue ones. and something in the lambent fire or ‘the eyes of the man he had been‘mr- tux-mg, prompted Morgan Thorpe to make his exit without an attempt? at another turn of the rank. ‘ " "So 1093.76.661‘ boy!” he murmured, and [pasted out. / rDecima was very quiet as the carriage, with its fa-t slugs of horses bowled smooth: 1v home to Lady Pauline Lascellea' house in Berkeley Square. As a. rule. she looked out. of the window with eager eyes, and asked endless questions; but this eVening the gray-blue orbs were dreamy. and there was a. little line of disappointment about. the mobile flips: , Wicked people, she thought. always look ed ugly and forbidding. They always did in the few“ novels of the goody-goody type which she had read, and were al- ways carefully drawn so in the illustra- tions to the stories. ' Now, this gentleman had not looked bad in any 'way. She recalled his face as she leaned back in the comfortable carriage. and remembered that, his eyes were sad and the face as a. whole grave and melancholy; but it had not Struck her as bad. And then, if he were so wickgd. how was it that. he was also so kind If you do not want a girl to get inter- ested in a man, never tell her that he is wicked. To an innocent young girl, wick- edness is a mystery; and all mysteries 31:6 fascinating. It was very strange that all the good persons should have passed on and taken no notice of her, and that, this manâ€"~ perhaps the only wicked person in the gardensâ€"~should have had compassion on her. And he had been very kind; he had not only helped her to search for her aunt, but had taken her round to the back of the lions’ cage, had saved her from being scratched and clawed. had given her tea, and talked to her-though, now, she felt. sure he didn’t, like talking â€"and had, in a. word, behaved as an ex- tremely good and benevolent person. Why had he taken so much trouble on her behalf; he, a man, for a. more girl? Decimn was puzzled. She longed to ask her aunt. why he was wicked. and what he had done; but somehow she 511er from doing so. So, not being able to talk about him, she thought the more. She wondered how old he was. Thirty, per- haps. Tha‘t {as old,‘of flourse, but not ,,A__AL# lL_-,. 4|uyu. so very old. He saidme felt ninety-three; but that was only in jest. As she recalled the face, she remembered the sprinkling of gray at the terpplgsfibut that didn’t make him an old man. One of her music- mastere had had quite white hair, and was only twentyeight. She knew his age [or the simple and auflicing‘ reason that she had asked’hiy: goiqtu‘bla‘n-k. -’ * ‘ uuv u..â€" w--- _-__ 777.," With a. little sigh, Decima came to thé conclusion that men were very strange beings. and she tried to dismiss the kind but wicked Vbeneglactqrr from her ~milgd, But she thought of him several times while she was changing her walking- dress for the evening oneâ€"not a low-(Sufi costume, but, one high up at the neck. and of soft, dove-001011351 surah gilk. win ,u. V... .ufl- -V__,,, When she came down to the old-fash- ioned drawing-room, her aunt was stand- ing by the window with an open letter in her hand. 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