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CHAPTER II. Two hours later Scarborough set out for the Chinelas, to play chess with Mr. Page as he had promised. As he walked he again thought of those two words ‘ln the cable message which had passed through his hands. Lovers are fanciful. Was it possible that they were not code words at all, but that the reference was to a real danger that was coming near to the girl whom he loved? Scarborough framed the question in his mind, and then laughed out loud at Lhe absurd- ity of it. There could be no connecâ€" tion between Elsa Page and Val B. Montague, with his troupe of quarrel- some and probably tenth-rate stars. Of course the _message was only code! But when he was shown into the drawing-room of the Chinelas, and Elsa Page came forward to greet him, he saw at once, with the quickness to apprehension which love gives, that she was in trouble. “I would have sent to tell you not to come,” she said; “but I had no messenger." “Is anything wrong?” “Father's gout is very painful to- night, and he doesn’t feel equal to chess. He asked me to make his ex- cuses for him.” “I’m sorry," said Scarborough. “But there’s something more, isn’t there?” “Something more?” “You are in trouble? Something has happened ? ” Elsa looked at him for a moment without speaking, and a hint of dis- tress showed itself in her eyes; but she shook her head. “No,” she said steadily. “Nothing has happened.” Scarborough watched her as she took up a piece of fancy-work and fingered it aimlessly, and he knew that she was not speaking the truth. Yesterday when he had left her she had been happy and natural, and to- night he had meant to ask her to be his wife. But to-night she was differ- ent. There was a constraint in her manner, there had been almost a coldâ€" ness in her greeting, and he no long- er felt his yesterday’s confidence in the answer which she would give him, if he said the words he had come to say. Between to-night and yesterday something had happened, though she denied it. And that something had spoiled the understanding which had been between them. He came a little nearer to her. “Elsa,” he said gently. She gave him a hurried look, almost he thought, of fear; and then she covered her face with her hands. She was not crying, but a shiver shook her, and then left her calm. She took her hands from her face, and raised her eyes to his with a grave look of questioning. She was not one of those women whom men, at first meeting, called handsome. Amongst a group of other girls, she might conceivably have been overlooked or unnoticed; and yet she was, in her own dainty way, beautiful. There was no luxury of cploring, but the delicately-modelled features were perfect; her figure was slight. but the THE CABLEMAN .I’v " amk' vozkxmtted, Montreaa It’ (5 9d figclioifle ° 6 garlsiooifi AN EXCITING PRESENT-DAY ROMANCE BY WEATHERBY CHESNEY Everybodyâ€" V young and old â€"loves the rich, delicioug flavor Of .ILY W 'E} flavor 5, 10 m: ‘own Brand”. Your Gr 20 pound [insâ€"or can eras: white Corn Syrup, not as pronounc ". Your Grater has boll) 19mm: The hand was drawn away now, slowly; but there was no hint of iyielding in the voice, when she an- 'swered: “No‘, Horace.” He let her hands fall, and stood for a moment without speaking. He did ‘not plead with her. He knew that she was not one of the sort who say ‘no,’ because they want to be persuaded to ‘say ‘yes.’ And even had there been ithe least likelihood that pleading: would make her change her mind, Horace Scarborough would not have pleaded. He was not of the kind who '1 plead. n. curves of it were exquisitely propor- tioned. She had the daintiness of carved ivory. Hers was not the kind of beauty which cempels instant at- tention; but it was the kind which wears well. In old age she would still be beautiful, when the merely hand- some, or the merely pretty, would have faded to the merely common- place. “Elsa,” said Scarborough again. “I have not given you the right to call me that," she said. “I came toâ€"night to ask you to give me the right.” She covered her face again. “Don’t, don’t!” she cried. He came closer to her, drew her hands away from her face and took one of them in his. “Elsa, I love you." “Don’t,” she cried again. “What’s the use of saying ‘don't,’ when I do 'I” he asked, smiling; for she had not drawn her hand away. “I mean, don’t say it!” “Not when it is the truth? Elsa. ‘will you be my Wife?” “You call me by my Christian name,” he said presently. “You have never done that before. Why do you do it now?” “May I not? You called me Elsa.” “I was asking for the right to do ‘50 always. You will not give me the right.” “I willâ€"Horace,” she said slowly. He made as though he would go to her again, but checked himself. He did not understand her, but her refus- al of his offer had been definite. She must explain. She came and put a hand upon his shoulder, looking up into his eyes. “I will not have you for my hus- band,” she said, “but I want you for my friend. So I want to be allowed to call you Horace, and I want you to call me Elsa. Other people call me Miss Page; but I should like to feel that to you I am Elsaâ€"only Elsaâ€"do you understand '2” “Yes, I understand!" he said bitter- ly. “You are giving me one of the privileges of a lover, ~and refusing all others. I understand all but your mo- tive. If you were a flirt, I could un- derstand that too; but you are not. You are not the girl who offers an inch, and means an ell to be taken. Why do you offer me the inch. She shivered slightly, for the re- sentment in his voice hurt her. After a brief pause, she said: “Suppose it is because I hate to near the name Miss Page on your lips! Suppose that every time I hear it I feel a nush of shame. Won‘t you You ;vi11 not give me 'the ‘11] g sr‘z' ‘ A look of relief passed across her face, but immediately afterwards it vanished, and she shrank back from him. For a brief moment she seemed to struggle with herself. Then she [looked into his eyes. spare me that? Wouldn't you be will- ing to take my inch ?” ell ‘2" “Though probablyâ€"you are never to have the all.” “Elsa,” he cried, almost fiercely, “you say things which I find it hard to understand. You refuse me, and then qualify your refusal with a ‘prob- ably’; you say that you feel a rush of shame when I call you by your fa- ther's name, and you ask to be only Elsa to me. What does it all mean?" “It means, Horace, that I want a friend," she answered simply. Two years ago she had been a happy and careless child; then the cloud came suddenly, and darkened everything. She had come out to the islands with her 'father who was, so the world said, a fugitive from Eng- lish justice. But she believed then [that the world was wrong. “Are you in any trouble?" He thought of the cablegram, and added â€"“or danger?” “Forgive me,” he said gently. “I‘m a brute to bully you. I will ask no more questions. Tell me as much or as little as you like, but let me help you if I can.” in danger.” He came to her and took her hand again. “On my conditions?" she asked gravely. “Onyour conditions," he answered. She rose and went to the window. The night was dark, and she could see nothing, and the cold mist rolled in and made her shiver again. She eurned suddenly to the young man. Scarborough thought again of the cablegram, and he feared for herâ€"- feared for the danger which she could not tell him of, but which seemed. in spite of her denial, to threaten vagueâ€" ly but ominously. “Will you take me to-morrow to see the circus which has come to Ponta Delgada?” she asked. = “You said you would ask no more questions,” she reminded him. “I cannot tell you my reason.” “I beg your pardon. I forgot. Yes, I will take you. I have already booked two seats.” “Thank you," she said, and then added simply: “I must go back to father now. He is waiting for me.” Scarborough accepted the dismissal. She went with him to the door, and stood watching him as he rode away. She has said that she must return to her father, but instead she stood look- ing out into the night, and a great longing came upon her to can this young man back to her side, and bid him tell his love again. For she loved him. But for one thing, she, too, might have, avowed her love, and not been ashamed. But there was some- thing Which he did not know of, a secret in her life, which made that im- possible; and her heart cried out with a great bitterness against the fate which denied her thus the right to love. She had landed in San Miguel, burning with a generous indignation at the injustice of men and full of enthusiasm for the fight which she and her father would Win together. The cloud which had come over the brightness of her young life was black, but she believed that it would soon be dissipated. The truth would be known and meanwhile exile in her father’s company was no real hard- ship to a girl of seventeen. But two years had passed, and the ship to a girl of seventeen. But two years had passed, 31 cloud showed no signs of 1 Moreover, her father, so far a: knew, had made no effort to i from under its shadow, had content to live in the gloom seemed to have lost all longing 1 light of (lay and truth. He had sunk, with seeming c< into the role of confirmed i: nursing his gout and spendin; days in profitless study of the sophy of Herbert Spencerâ€"pro and even criminal; for meanwl did nothing to remove the stain lay upon his name. It \\'hi( In spite caused ' had bee “Though I am never to have the (A! “Why do you want to go '2” he ask~ am in trouble. I don't think I h disguise tua her to doubt. The facts, Yen told them, were thes firm of stockbrokers in her was the junior pal-tr and thisâ€"tl‘ the e of confirm gout and spe' itless study of rbert Spencer- minal; for me: loyalt 'hich seeming content, )nfirmed invalid, d spending his mer of the philoâ€" ‘erâ€"profitless, meanwhile he he stain which been hones al apat :uitless i an did In ich almo )y extradi- roke down lifting. as she a escape (1 been 19 I, and for the hich had I‘} the 1E posed, so long as there was need for 'posing‘, as the innocent victim of an unscrupulous partner. He never de- nied that the bankruptcy was fraudu- ‘lent, but he asserted that his hands were clean of the fraud. That the aétive management had been out of his hands, and in those of his senior partner, for the last two months be- !fore the crash, was a point which ytold strongly in his favor. Many peo- ple therefore, whose commercial stand- ing made their opinion of value, beâ€" lieved him, and considered him to be what he said he was, an innocent vic- tim. There were some, however, who de- clared that the truth was exactly the opposite. Elsa had known all this, and had waited, at first patiently, but latterly with a growing impatience, for the time when her father should have all the necessary proofs in his hands, and should return to face his accusers, and vindicate his innocence. That he no longer seemed anxious to do so was a thing which she could not under- stand. But lately the conviction had been slowly forcing itself upon her that he never meant to go back; and for that weakness she almost be- gan to scorn him. [She was thinking of these things now, as she stood at the door of her father’s house in the Azores and look- ed out into the darkness of the night â€"a darkness no blacker than the de- spair that filled her. She stretched out her hands, and cried aloud: “Horace, I love you! And even when you tell me of your love, I have to lie to you, and play a part!" A great sob shook her. She turned, and went slowly to her room. Her father wanted her, and was waiting; but she could not go to him to-night. (To be continued.) Goderich Red Cross Society has shipped supplies to the value of $3,484. Saskatchewan Provincial Red Cross has a membership of 4,500. ' A Co-operative Elevator Company in Saskatchewan has given $1,000 to the Saskatoon Red Cross. A Red Cross worker in Wolfville, N.S., has put up over 400 jars of fruit for Red Cross hospitals? 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