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MEiEAYa. amass: 'ézfi-RICE‘S; .Fo He was silent for a few moments~ looking gloomily across at the girl, loathing the thought that she, his ideal of all those things which most become a woman, graceful, handsome, perfectly bred, should ever be brought into contact at all with such a man as this one whose confidence she was planning to gain. No, he could not go away and leave her! He must be at hand, must remain her friend. “You had better try then, Cecil,” she said, “for it is quite hopeless. You know that. Be a man and leave of? dwelling upon the impossible. I do tot wish to marry, and I do not ex- {set to, but if eve-1" I did, it would not be you!” “It would be xuuch better for you," she said, “if you would make up your miud to pup th_a§_fol1y behind you.” “It ma'y be folly, b'ut it is nBt the sogtnof £011}; pm forgetsfi’ “If I had discovered it for myself,” she said, "and, sooner or later, I should have discovered it, and had learned that you too had been in the conspiracy, I should -never have spoken to you again as long as 1 liv- ed.” “Thgre is no reason,” she said, “why you should watch it; why do you not go gway for a time?" ‘ She was irfipatient, but she looked at him for a moment with a gleam of sadness in her eyes. “Then I must not regret it," he said, “only I hate the part you~ are going to play. I hate to think that I must stand by and watch, and say notQipg." V “I cahnot,” he answered sadly, “and yogi-mow why.” He rose to his feetâ€"His fresh, ra- ther boyish face. was wrinkled with care. “I shall live to be sorry, Er- nestine,” he said, “that I ever told you_ the truth about your father.” CHAPTER XX.â€"â€"â€"(Cont'd). “I think,” Davenant said, “that you are taking too much for granted. I do not know Scarlett Trent, and I frankly admit that I am prejudiced against him and all his class. Yet I think that he deserves his chance, like any man. Go to him and ask him face to face, how your father died, declare yourself, press for all par- ticulars, seek even for corroboration of his word. Treat him if you will as an enemy, but as an honorable one!" She shook her head. “The man,” she said, “has all the plausibility of his class. He has learned it in the money school, where these things become an art. He be- lieves himself secureâ€"~he is even now seeking for me. He is all prepared with his story. No, my way is best.” “I do not like your way,” he said. It is not like you, Ernestine.” “For the sake of those whom one loves,” she said, “one will do much that one hates. When I think that but for this man my father might still have been alive, might have lived to know how much I loathed those who sent him into exileâ€"well, I feel then that there is nothing in the world I Would not do to crush him!” "Hdlun'c “tum: mm" Emu-h at hawk, P5 pus: tell; how .114 when to tag sud amu- vduablu h:an- tkm {as IP‘ “yr” '1‘ ’3] Men Ld' “m Sm: Int' oimuthl mruunaw. meuts. also "I 3 IN San': Supp‘y um‘ Gul. Trip" Anna“ Bolt. F582: Net; no; ‘6 loves: him :uumnmud. Drains): Addreu, JOHN HALLAM _ -1.“ - Tavfifléiflfimk ‘ ' 4'5; 0’ like Syrup. of (3 H an are d US 95‘ EfiFREE THE GOLDEN KEY Or "The adventures of Ledgard." By the Author of “What He Cost Her.” as! Han-m Buildin LmuTED, TORONT an Hdlgmqujdjn Of course, “Crown Brand” is your favorite Table Syrup. 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In a few min- utes Trent was seated in a comfort- able and solid chair with a little round .table by his side, drinking tea and eating buttered scones, and if not al- together at his ease very nearly so. :Opposite him was Davenant, dying to icscape yet constrained to be agreeâ€" lable, and animated, too, with a keen, ‘idistasteful curiosity to watch Er- »nestine’s methods. And Ernestine herself chatted all the time, difl‘used , good fellowship and teaâ€"she made an 3 atmosphere which had a nameless fas- \cination for the man who had come 5 to middleage without knowing what a ghome meant. Davenant studied him tand‘ became thoughtful. He took note :of the massive features, the iron jaw, ithe eyes as bright as steel, and his :thoughtfulness became anxiety. Er- , nestine, too, was strong, but this man lwaa a rock. What would happen if She pushed the wavy hair back ‘from her foreheadâ€"her eyes were Ibright, and there was a deep flush of color in her cheeks. But the man was not to be deceived. He knew that 'these things were not for him. It was the accomplice she welcomed and ‘ not the man. “It is a splendid stroke of fortune," she said. “You will write to Fred to- day, won’t you? Don't prejudice him either way. Write as though your in- terest were merely curiosity. It is the truth I want to get at, that is all. If the man is innocent I wish him no harmâ€"only 1 bglieve him guilty." There was a knock at the (5001'â€" both turned round. Ernestine’s trim little maid-servant was announcing a visitor who followed close behind. “Mr. Scarlett Trent.” “The offer came from the Bekwando Company!” “Is he going?” “Yes-7’ She was full of eager interest. “How extraordinary! He might be able to make some inquiries for me.” He nodded. “What there is to be discovered about Mr. Scarlett Trent he can find out! But, Ernestine, I want you to understand this! I have nothing against the man, and although I disâ€" like him heartily, I think it is madâ€" ness to associate him in any way with your father’s death." “You do not know him. I do!" “I have only told you my opinion,” he answered, “it is of no consequenée. I will see with your eyes. He is your enemy and he shall be my enemy, If there is anything shady in his past out there, depend upon it Dick will hear of it." “Very well," he said. “I will try to let things be as you wishâ€"for the present. Now do you wish to hear some neWS?” She nodded. “Of course." “It’s about Dickâ€"seems rather a coincidence too. He was at the Cape, you know, with a firm of surveyors, 21nd he’s been offered a post on the Gold Coast.” “The Gold Coast! How odd! Any- where near ” “I would rather not,” she interrupt- ed softly. “If you will persist in talking of forbidden subjects you must go away. Be reasonable, Cecil.” “I wonder,” he said, “couldn’t we have one of our old evenings agam? Listenâ€"” He was silent for a moment. When he §poke again _his tone Wa§ ch_a}nged. CHAPTER XXI. ll “I’ll admit it,” he replied," “I was; I’d come to think pretty well of Monty although he was a loose fish, and I'd a sort of fancy for seeing his daugh- .' ter.” She took up a screen as though to shield the fire from her face. Would the man’s eyes never cease questionâ€" iing herâ€"could it be that he suspect- :ed? Surely that was impossible } “Why have you never tried to find her before ?" she asked. ‘ “That’s a natural question enough,” he admitted. “Well, first, I only came across a letter Monty wrote with the address of those lawyers a few days ago, and, secondly, the Bekwando Mine and Land Company has only just boomed, and you see that made :me feel that I’d like to give a lift up to any one belonging to poor old jMonty I could find. I’ve a mind to go ion with the thing myself, and find ‘ out somehow who this young lady is!” ‘ "Who were the lawyers?" l “Cuthbert and Cuthbert." “They are most respectable people,” she said. “I know Mr. Cuthbert and their standing is very high. If Mr. ‘ Cuthbert told you that the young lady wished to remain unknown to you. I am quite sure that you may believe him.” l I was on my head or my heels, and, after all, he told me to call again this afternoon for her address. I told him, of course, that Monty died a pauper and he’d no share of our concession to will away, but I’d done so well that I thought I’d like to make over a trifle to herâ€"â€"in fact, I‘d put away £10,000 worth of Bekwando shares for her. I called this afternoon, and do you know, Miss Wendermott, the young lady declined to have anything to Say to meâ€"â€"\vouldn't let me know who she was that I might have gone and talked this over in a friendly way with her. Didn’t want money, didn’t want to hear about her father!” she carried out her purpose, fooled, beprayed‘him, _Ied _him pgrhaps t9 leap up, she would tell him, they would be face to face, injured man and taunting woman. Davenant 'had an ugly vision as he sat there. He saw the man’s eyes catch fire, the muscles of his face twitch; he saw Ernestine shrink back, white with terror, and the man followed her. “Cecil! Aren’t you well? you're looking positively ghastly!" He pulled himself togetherâ€"4t had been a very realistic little interlude. “Bad headache!” he said, smiling. “By the by, I must go!” “If ever you did such a thing as work," she remarked, “I should say that you had been doing too much. As it is, I suppose you have been sit» ting up too late. Good-bye. I am so glad that you were here to meet Mr. Trent. Mr. Davenant is my cousin, you know,” she continued, turning to her visitor, “and he is almost the only one of my family who has not cast me off utterly." Davenant made his adieux with a heavy heart. He hated the hypocrisy with which he hoped for Scarlett Trent’s better acquaintance and the latter’s bluff acceptance of an invita- tion to look him up at his club. He walked out into the street cursing his mad offer to her and the whole busi- lnessn But Ernestine was very well “That’s all right,” Trent said, “but here’s what puzzles me. The girl may be small enough and mean enough to decline to have anything to say to me because her father was a bad lot, and she doesn’t want to be reminded of him. but for that very reason can you imagine her virtually refusing a large sum of money? I told old Cuthhel‘t about it. There was £10,~ 000 wmth of shares waiting for her “Monty,” he said reflectingly, “was a good old sort in a way, and I had an idea, somehow, that his daughter would turn out something like the man himself, and at heart Monty was all right. I didn’t know who she was 01' her nameâ€"Monty was always precious close, but I had the address of a firm of lawyers who knew all about her. I called there the other day and saw an old chap who ques- tioned me until I wasn‘t sure whether “You must have been disappoint- ed." “I’ve been pretty lucky since I got back. Things have gone my way a bit, and the only disappointment I’ve had worth speaking of has been in connection with a matter right out- side money. I’ve been trying to find the daughter of that old partner of mineâ€"I told you about herâ€"and I can't." She changed her seat a little. There was no need for her to affect any in- terest in what he was saying. She listened to every word; intently. Then he gave her a start. Quietly and without any warning he changed the subject into one which was fraught with embarrassment for her. At his first words the color faded from her cheeks. All the time she was making a SOâ€" cial estimate of him. He was not by any means impossible. On the conâ€" trary there was no reason why he should not become a success. That he was interested in her was already obvious, but that had become her' in- tention. The task began to seem al- {nost easy as she sat and listened to 11m. satisfied She led Trent to talk about Africa again, and he plunged into the subâ€" ject without reserve. He told her stories and experiences with a certain graphic and picturesque force which stamped him as the possessor of an imaginative power and command of words for which she would scarcely have given him credit. She had the unusual gift of making the best of all those with whom she came in contact. Trent felt that he was interesting her, and gained confidence in himself. Segue Jay 721a gasgépr. wqu Cats for Food in Hungary. The Paris Figaro quotes the Buda- pest correspondent of the Frankfur- ter Zeitung as follows: “The official extent of land devoted to the cultiva~ organ of the central Hungarian slaughter houses, states that in the 'Biharkenszteser district, where all the Italian residents of Hungary are interned, a great number of cats are {killed and dressed daily. The demand :‘has been such that the price of cats , rose to a prohibitive figure, hence the :loeal authorities stepped in and fixed ithe maximum price at three crowns the kilo." (About 25 cents a pound). I “The time has passed quickly," she ‘said, smiling upon him, so that his {momentary discomfort passed away. “‘1 have been very interested in the istories of your past, Mr. Trent, but do you know I am quite as much interest- ,ed, more so eyen, in your future." Alcoholic d_rinks are now forbidden in Iceland. which Trent had become accustomed in women who sought to attract. Yet, as she stood looking down at him, a faint smile, half humorousthalf satiri- cal, playing about the corners of her shapely mouth, he felt his heart beat faster than ever it had done in any African jungle. It was the nervous and emotional side of the man to which she appealed. He felt unlike himself, undergoing a new phase of development. There was something stirring within him which he could not understand. “You have so much before you, so many possibilities. There is so much that you may gain, so much that you may miss.” He looked puzzled. “I have 'a lot of money,” he said. “That‘s all! I haven’t any friends not any education worth speaking of. I don’t see quite where the possi- bilities come in.” She crossed the room and came over close to his side, resting her arm upon the mantelpiece. She was still wearing her walkin’g-dress, prim and straight in its folds about her tall, graceful figure, and her hair, save for the slight waviness about the fore- head, was plainly dressed. There were none_ of: the cheap arts about her to “You’ll remember, I hope, Miss Wendermott,” he said, “that this is the first afternoon call I’ve ever paid. I’ve no idea how long I ought to have staled, b_ut certainly not two hours.” Evidently Ernestine was weary of the subject, for she suddenly changed it. She led him on to talk‘of other things. When at last he glanced at the clock he was horrified to see how long he had stayed. She hesitated. “I’m afraid I can’t advise you,” she said; “only if she has taken so much pains to remain unknown, I am not sureâ€"I think that if I were you I would assume that she has a good reason for it." “I can see no good reason,” he said, “and there is a mystery behind it which would be better cleared up. Some day I will tell you more about it." “It seems very odd,” she said. “Per- haps the girl objects to being given money. 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