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,."Where.ia you’ mistreeaP’Khe asked in her Iapguage. "In the dressing-room,” replied the wo- man, shooting a glance at the departing Trevor; Morgan Thorpe went. up the narrow MairsL~the houses in Cardigan Terrace are small, not to say pokyâ€"and knocked at the door. A low, clear voice, with a sin- gular metallic ring in it, said “Come in,” age he entered. ama. She was beautifully formed. and Very graceful. with hand-s and fast like a fairy. In short, she was a beautiful litfle wo- man, with the face and the charm of a: siren, and with about as much heart. She turned the corners of ’her dark eyas upon her brother for a. second, thenwent on with her occupation, which was the application of pouch-e de riz to her beautl- iul face; and she did it with the delicate touch of a skilled and born artist. 77“Well?" 31;; saidfazér lie looked down at her with a smile; and there was a world offlaignificqnc‘e _iu> the vyordi “A new friénd is coming to dinner. my dear Laura,” he said. ’ She looked at him in the glass. "Who is it?” "A friend of Trevor,” he said. “A young fellow by the name of Deane. Quite a. boyâ€"a charming boy.” She made a slighrt contemptuous moue. “Ah, do not, despise the day of small things, my charming sister!" he said. liglltly. ‘I hate boys!” she said. “And a friend of Trevorâ€"Bulky, and sullen, and awkward as hmiself, I suppose?” “On the contrary. a handsome. nicely mannered, and, as I have said, quite charming boy." u"- __:n 1.4 _ -10“.-- -4. .0... -nlm" aha "He will be a change, at any rate,” she] uaid. "I am getting wearied of that bear.” “Take care you do not let. the bear see it!" he said, warningly. "We have not at. all the hear’e skin yet,‘ my dear aura.” She smiled. ’ “And is this boy coming only because you have taken a fancy to him?" she ask- ed, as she drew a thin, exquisitely thin, line under her eyes. "Whatâ€"who is he?" “Crammng for Sandhurs’c,“ he said. She smiled contemptuously. "I know the kind.‘ An allowanoekpi, .Br hundred a year, and promised his 31,1631” good mother down at the parsonage that he iwunln'g, play. >011. _I_ kngyv!" -_ ,7 Dire’ctors: Lord Borrowmore, Impecuny Castle. Theodore Mershon. Esq., The Firs, Leaf- more. Peter Deane. Esq., Woodbines, Leafmore. "See? A son of the man who is in the swim with Theodore Merahon ought t'o be Worth a. little attention. You are looking tweet to-night, my dear Laura. \ What are you going to wear? That. soft, yellow dress with theâ€"erâ€"â€"low neck? Right! He’s a nice boy. A nice, frank boy. The sort of boy ‘to {all ip love wi‘th.”. he woqun't, play. 011. I know!" 1,7 "‘I don’t know what, h'iav allowance may be," he said. “But I fancy he will‘jbe Worth a. little attention, my dear Laura." He took up a. newspaper which lay‘uév'iith a. fan and a lady’s cigarette-oaseâ€"On the couch. “See here!” He read aloud: "The Great Electlfio Storage Company, td. Capitay $500,000. u. My, He poiiftet-i‘iz) itheiélaiss. in which the fas- cinating face was reflected, and, wimh a. soft laugh, left. the room. Bobby dressed himself with more than his usual care that, evening; spoiled halt a dozen ties before he could get one to set to his satisfaction, and brushed his Ehol't but wavy hair until it shone like raw silk. It was his first, invimation to dinner since he had been in London, and he was quite in a small state of excitement about Punctually at seven-thirty he presented himself at 31 Cardigan Terrace, and was shown by the French maid into a small drawing-room. It was the usual London drawing-room; there were a good many colors in it, and it looked rather gay to Bobby after the rather shabby one at home; but the cretonne was rather dirty, and there was an odor of seem. and cigar- ettes which rather surpriseg him. The door opened and Mr. Morgan Thorpe entered. He looked very handsome in evening dress, and he welcomed Bobby most cordially. "Delighted to see you, my dear Deane.” he‘ said, with his winning smile. “Trevor is not here yet; but my sister will be down presently. Did I tell you that she is a widow? Poor girl! she lost her hus- band soon after her marriage. It was not altogether a happy union; but I must not bore you with our family history; suffice it. that Time has healed her wound and restored something of her old happi- ness. I think you will like her. my dear Deane. She is a, dear girlâ€"for she is only a girl stillâ€"and a. great comfort and joy to my life.” ‘ At this moment the door opened and the great comfort and joy of Mr. Morgan home's life entered. She certainly did look only a. girl, and Bobby wan startled not only by her youth but by hor beauty. There was something about her which lit- era11y_took the boy_‘s broath away. At. that moment her face wore a pen- sive exmession, the dark eyes were soft and sad, the red lips half apart. The beautiful dress of yellow accentuated the lear whiteness of her skin and the black air and brows. She held a black fan in pne hand and a bunch of white flowers in the other. Altogether she was a. vision of grace and loveliness calculated to move a more experienced mauthan Bob-by to wonder and admiration. "This is our friend Mr. Deane." said Mr. organ Thorpe. "My sister. Mrs. Dalton, 1551103." . U '. ,_ .7 film laid down her fan and gave her small hand to Bobby, with a smile which showed her white even teeth to perfection, and eaid she was glad to see him. Com- monplaoe words eubugh but they sound- ed Wonderful to Bobby, for the code, when they are in a good humor, are wont to be lavish-«.01 their gifts, and they had be- stowed upon this woman not only grace of form and a beautiful face, but a soft und musical voice which she could play CHAPTER XV.-(Oontinued). Her Great Love; CHAPTER XVI. Or, A Struggle For a Heart on as a skilled musician plays upon his favorite instrument. , 1 “Good wine, though 1 say it, my dear Deane. It came from the cellars of my dear old grandfather, the earl.” He did- n’t say which earl. “It is the only thing |I’_wm 11};er fig have from him, alasl’; “Ours has been rather a. wandering life,” continued Mr. Morgan Thorpe, "and though we have many friends abroad we have very few in London.” “You will find out menage very small, I have no doubt, my dear Deane,” said Mr, Morgan Thorpe. “We have taken this house furnished; and though it is not all that. we could desire, it is large enough for two, and my sister and I possess con- tented minds; though I must confess we do find the house rather small after our palazzo in Florence. It.waa lent, to us by our dear friend .the prince.” "Mr. Deane will be a host, in himself, I am sure,” said Laura, very sweetly and with a slight foreign accent, which made her voice seem ‘still more charming to Bobby. yho blushed with pleasure. He did not say which prince; but. Bobby was duly impressed: Then Trevor came in. He did not look very much betterâ€"tempered than when Bobby had parted from him. Ila gave the two men a, nod and a scowl, and going straight up to Laura, handed her a bou- qet. ' » She took the flowers and‘ thanked him with a smile, and he satxdown beside her and talked in an undertone. The French maid announced dinner. Trevor had Valready éfl’ered his arm. and he let it fall to his side and scowled at Bobby as he bore Laura 01f. The dining-room was small, but itlook- ed very cozy. The table was an oval. and- lighted by a hanging lamp, carefully shad- ed, which threw a soft roseâ€"colored light. upon Laura’s exquisite face. The plate was electro~but Bo‘b‘by did not know thisâ€"the glass was good; there was a pla- -tea.u of beautifully arranged flowers in the centre of the table. Champagne stomi in ice on the sideboard. The dinner was a good one. and the French woman waited with the noiseless d-exberifiy of her na- tion. The'champagne flowed freely, and Trevor allowed the maid to fill his glass pretty frequently. “Get, them coming along." he said; “thought you'd like to have them." "Deane, will you take in my sister?" said Mr. _Mo_rg‘a_n Thorpe. He set opposite Bobby and took little or no part in the conversation, but eat the wellâ€"arranged and dainty meal with a kind of sullen appreciation. Morgan‘ Thorpe kept the talk going, and manag- ed to get a good deal of information about his personal affairs from Bobby. Laura spoke now and again, and once or tw1ce addressed herself directly to Bobby. She told him of her life on the Continent; of her loneliness here in London; and she looked so pensive and sad and breathed such a soft little sigh, that Bobby’s heart thrilled with pitwaor what he didn’t know. When she was speaking to Bobby, Trevor w’ajtched them from under his low- ered lids; and every now and then he glowered at Laura as if he resented her addressing any one but himself. EMr. Thorpe grew» still more cheerful and amusing as the dinner progressed and the champagne circulated, and Bobby thought the meal the most, delightful he had ever ‘eresently Mrs. Dalton rose and gather- ed her fan and flowers together and emll- ed sweetly on the men, her smile resting longest .on Bobby. “130 not leave ine in my loneliness tod long,” she said; and Bobby would have {fixed to have gone with her there and en. Mr. Morgan Thorpe got some port. and some cigarettes. Bobby felt somehow that he’d had enough wine and declined the on, but Morgan Thorpe insist/ed, and. fille his glass. - Something like a sneer passed over Tre- vozf’s thick lips as he flllled his burgundy glass with "thc earl’a" port. As he drank, and he filled his glass several times, a faint flush rose to the pallor of his cheeks, and his eyes began to glow with a. sullen fire; but he did not tsolk, and sat twisting his glass about. his eyes shifting from one man’s face to the other. With the port and cigarettes, Mr. Mor- gan Thorpe became a. still more delight- ful companion. He seemed, to Bobby. to have been everywhere, and to know every- thing. He was full of reminiscences and anecdotes. It was. "I’ll tell you a thing that happened to me when I was travel- ing in Hungary with the Duke of Seltz- berg," or “a remarkable thing occurred to me when I was staying with the prince at. the Marquis of Goodwin’s shooting-box in Ayrshire." And he told all these fabu- lous stories so modestly and with such an air of truth, that Bobby could not but believe him. The sound of a piano floated out to them from the drawing-room, and, as if it were a Eignalâ€"which it wasâ€"Morgan Thorpe said, with a wistful glance at the de- Gamer: Bobby shook his héadfbut Thorpe flll- ed Trevor’s gIa-se again. and Trevor tossed the wine off as if it were water. They went into the drawing-room. Laura looked over her shoulder at. Bobby with a. smile, and Bobby. as if drawn to it, made straight for the piano. She had a. wonderful touch. and played like an artiste. Bobby had never heard such mu- sic. She played Chopin; a, soft and sen- suous nocturne whiah filled the small. per- fumed room will; an exquisite imelodyt “Would you like some cards?" asked Morgan Thorpe in a casual way, when the nocturne was over. "Trevor, Deane, whg’o do you say?” "Those horrid candel” said Laura. turn- ing with raised Moms and a little moue of disgust to Bobby. “I hope you’re not fond of cards, Mr. Deane! I think they are so tiresome." ' “We ought to join my sister. Will you taLkQ pomq mprq )vipe, gnyA (lea; fellows?” "I don‘t care a bit about them," said Bdbby. Then. with a boyish desire to seem a man of the world, he added: "Of course I play‘smpetimesj-vghigt gnd 199/: “I‘don’i can-e? said Trevor. “Yes, if your, 11ke.’_’ “Don’t play tzo-night." she said in a, low voice. "If you will not, I will sing to you; and you can talk while the others are playing. Mr. Trevo is devoted to cards." Bobby flushed, an was speechless. “Ah, well,” said Mr. Morgan Thorpe, “if Deanedoeen’t care about it. you and I will have a hand at ecarrtg, Trevor." _. fiérpénérd the oard-ta‘blé and got the ca 3. and the two men sat down and commenced to play. ‘ _ “You said you would sing for me,” said Bobby, “And I will keep my promise,” she said. She sung as perfectly as she played. Her voice was not strongâ€"a. loud voice would have been too much for the small room â€"â€"-but. it was exquisitely sweet. and manag- edâ€"well, as artistically as were her eyes, to! mile, her complexion. She sung an Arab hunting song. and Bobby could hear the thud of the boots upon the sand, could feel the breath of the simcco upon his cheek. “Sing something else.” he said. She nodded at him. smiledm and sung a Tuncan love song. It was so exquisite, no moving, that Bobby's young and unso- ghistioated heart baa-t. nineteen to the 028K: v Under thé spell of her voice, Bobby’s head whirled. He could not speak. She rose from thq pianp. Light as at thi-stledown she seemed to Bobby to float across the room. She went behind Trevor, and leaning her hand up- on his shoulder, in a way that seemed to Bobby very friendly and girlifih, said. gayly: “Are you winning?" Trevor looked up at her with an ardent look in his small eyes. “I am so glad-l" she said. “It is not very eis’ggrly, bubr Iilike Morgan to lose}? The champagne and the port, the git heavily laden with perfume. the Vfasclg- ation of this beautiful little creature. were mggnting to his brain: jig breathedggrd. She looked at his cards, and raised her hand to the lefit side of her head, and stroked the soft black hair. Morgan Thorpe glanced at her heaitatingly. She repeated the agtiqrr. r “That ‘was beaixbiful,” he amid. “What, a. lovely voice you have. I could Listen to yQE all_ niighgfl’fl “But I should be so tired!” she murmur- ed, with a little plaintive smile. “Ah! but no! I love to sing for those who like to hear me, who love music: and I know you love it, Mr._Deape_.” "Yes. at present,” he said, nodding at a Bile of mgmgyfl bgs'ide 717mm; “He idoesn’t lose oftefi." remarked Trev var; alumni- She bent. ovér Trevor-i so that the soft. tendrils of her hair touched his red head. V“Iinet usfisee haw they are going on,” she said. “1'11 go 'you double this hand. if like," he said, carelessly. A fresh hand was dealt, and Laura re- mained behind Trevor. Something must have been the matter with her hair that night, for her white hand went up to it and smoothed it very often. now on the right side, now on the left, as she bent over him; He played wildly; the flush on his face grew redder. hi eyes glanced up at her beautiful face with a kind of sup- pressed aru-d sullen passion. He lost the small heap of money beside him, and the pile at Morgan’s elbow grew larger. Mor- gan Thorpe stroked his moustache. As if it, were a signal~which it wasâ€"she went back to Bobbv. who had been turning over a photograph album in which her por- trait appeared frequently: » Designed by Poiret, Paris. Model of blue and white striped silk crepe with red flowers} The gown is in one piece, with «short Skirt: ' “And so you are going into the army?" she said. "How I envy you being a man!” Thereupon, Bobby was led to talk of his prospects. She listened to him with her soft black eyes fixed on his face with an expression of sympathy and liking. She went to the piano again and sung to him several times; but between the songs she flitted across the room and leaned over Trevor. her hand upon his shoulder as be- fore. And as before, her hand wandered to her hair. Strange to say, whenever she stood be- hind him Trevor lost. He‘looked up at her with a sudden flash. and answered at random: “Eh? Oh, yes; if you like. There, I’ve lost!” he said; and he laughed discord- ant? as he pushed the stakes across the tab 9. At. last he rose with a- discordant laugh and something like a muffled oath. "I’ve lost all the coin I’ve got, Thorpe." he said. “Here’s an I.O.U. for the rest.” He flicked the 1.0.U. across the table. (USCOIIHOI'I 01‘ QISU’CSS. 25¢. a box at your Druggist ’s. 173 National Drug and Chemical Co. 0! Canada. walled. When through old age the bodily functions become sluggish Na-Dru-Co Laxatives give gentle, timely and effective aid, without discomfort or distress. A VERY CHIC GOWN. irrigé‘ EOE.” Effiol‘pe.” [.0.U. for the rest.” ’. across the table. \" ne sluggish ‘I - ___ 12_~__ you "‘You’ve had bad luck, my dear boy.” said Morgan Thorpe, pleasantly. "Ah, well; the beauty of cards is. that what yog_los§ ongday‘ you win theinext.“ “0b, is m" Saki Trevor.’ "‘1 don’t find it_so. I'm going." He went up to Laura, and. drawing her aside, talked D0 her in a. low voice. She listened with a. pensive smileâ€"the non- commit-tal smile which a woman knows how to manage so well-then she glided away from him to Bobby. “I hope 'you will come to see we often.” she said in a low voice. Bobby tried to murmur his thanks. The French maid appeared with a spirit- stand. Bobby had some whisky, though he didn’t want it; he also accepted a big cigar. though he didn’t want that. His brain was in a whirl; his bright eyes were flashing; his heart, was heading fast. Laura was standing beside him, smiling up at him with a friendly. almost a lov- ing, smile. Butt of Our Jokes One of the Most Useful of Animals. Somewhere the'legend exists that the goat was created by the devil, which, perhaps, is justified by the animal’s pernicious activities and his fondness for things not enjoyed by any other living creature. 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