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mam A OF MAKER HISTORY vUa By E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM, Author of "The Master Mummer," "A Prince of Sinners," "Myitcrlous Mr. Snbln," "Anna the Adventuress," Etc. Copyright. 1903. 1000. by MTTLE. nitOWN. and COMPANY. ivjuy n V HHRB9MHI J D CONTINUED. I CIIAPTKIt XV. VNCOMBK leaned his gun. up against it gate. A few yards awny his host was talking to tho servants who had brought -down luncheon. The rest of the party were only just In sight a field or two .off. "Have 'a glass of sherry before lunch. CJcorgo?" bis host asked, strolling to ward him. "Nothing to drink, thanks. I'd like n cigarette If you have one." Lord Kuuton produced his ease, and Ji servant brought them matches. Thoy both leaned over the gate and watched the scattered little party slowly com ing toward them. "Who Is your friend, Fielding?" Dun combe asked a little bluntly. "Follow from New York," Lord Run 1on answered. "lie's been very decent to my brother' out there, and Archibald wrote and asked me to do all we could for them. The girl Is very handsome. You'll see her at dinner tonight." "Here for long?" "No. unfortunately," Lord Hunton imswcred. "1 had very hard work to got them to come at all. Cicely has -written them three or four times, I think, but they've always had engage ments. They're only staying till Mou day, 1 think. Very quiet. Inoffensive sort of chap. Holding, but the girl's a ripper. Hello! Here they are. I'll introduce you." A groom had thrown open the gate of the field across which they were looking, and Lady Uunton from the box seat of n small mall phaeton waved her whip. She drove straight .across the furrows toward them a little locklossly, the gioom running behind. By her side was a girl with colls of deep brown hair and a thick black veil worn after the fashion of the travel ing American. ".lust In time, aren't we?" Lady Hun ton remaiked as she brought the horses to a standstill. "Help me down, Jack, juid look after Miss Fielding, Sir Oeorge. By the bye, have you two met jet?" Duucombe bowed he was barehead ed and held out his hands. "I saw Miss Fielding for a moment last night," he said, "or, rather, I didn't see her. We were introduced, however. What do you think of our maligned English weather, Miss Fielding?" he asked. She raised her veil and looked at him deliberately. He had been prepared lor this meeting, and yet it was with dilllculty that ho refrained from a .start. The likeness to the photograph, which evoii at that moment was lu his , pocket, was wonderful. She looked a little older perhaps. There were shad ows In her face of which there were no traces In the picture. Aud yet the likeness was wonderful. "Today at least Is charming," she said. "But, then, 1 am quite used to jour climate, you know. I have lived In Europe almost as much as In Amer ica." She certainly had no trace of any uc cent. She spoke a little inore slowly perhaps than most young Englishwo men, but there was nothing whatever in her words or In her pronunciation of them to suggest a transatlantic or igin. She stood by his side, looking about her with an air of Interest, and Duncombe began to wonder whether, .after all, she was not more beautiful than the photograph which he had treasured so Jealously. Ho became con scious of a desire to keep her by his side. "Is your father shooting, Miss Field ing?" She laughed softly. "You don't know my father, Sir George," she answered. "He hates ex ercise, detests being out of doors, aud bis idea of parudlso when ho Is away from business Is to be in a large hotel where every one speaks English, whero there are tapes and special editions and an American bar." Duucombe laughed. "Then I am afraid Mr. Fielding will find it rather hard to amuso himself down here," ho remarked. "Well, he's discovered the telephone," she said. "He's spending the morning ringing up peoplo all over the country. He was talking to his bankers when we came out. Oh, hero como the rest or them. How tired they look, poor things especially the baron! Nature never meant him to tramp over plowed fields, I am sure. Baron, I was Just saying how -warm you look." Tho 'baron took off his cap, gave up bis gun to a keeper and turned a glow ing face toward them. 'My dear young lady," he declaredj "I am warm. 1 admit ft, but it Is good for me very good, Indeed. I tried to make your father walk with us. lie will bi sure to suffer some day If ho takes no exercise." "Oh, father's never ill," the girl an swered. "But, then, he eats nothing. Sir George, I hope you're going to de vote yourself to me at luncheon. I'm terribly hungry." "So we all are," Lady Uunton de clared. "Come along, every one." Luncheon was served lu a large open barn pleasantly fragrant of dried hay and with a delightful view of the sea far away In the distance. Miss Field ing chattered to every one. was amus ing and amused. The baron gave her as much of his attention as he was ever disposed to bestow upon any ono at meal times, and Duucombe almost forgot that he had breakfasted at 8 o'clock. "X'harmlng young person, that!" said Lady Hunton's neighbor to her. "One of our future duchesses, I suppose?" Lady Uunton smiled. "Lots of money. Teddy," she an swered. "What a pity you haven't a title." The young man he was in the for eign oillce slgheil and shook his head. "Such things are not for me," he de clared sententlously. "My affections are engaged." "That Isn't the least reason why you slnuldn't marry money," her ladyship declared, lighting a cigarette. "Go and ta'k to her!" "Can't spoil sport!" he answered, shaking his head. "By Jove! Dun combo Is making the running, though, Isn't he?" Her ladyship raised her glasses. Duncombe and Miss Fielding had strolled outside the barn. He was showing her his house, a very pictur esque old place It looked, down In tho valley. "It's nothing but farmhouse, of cour.se," ho said. "No pretensions at architecture or anything of that sort, of course, -but It's rather n comfortablo old place." "I think It Is perfectly charming," the girl said. "Do you live there all alone? You have sisters, perhaps?" Ho shook his head. "No such luck," he answered. "Mine Is entirely a bachelor establishment. A great part of the time I am alone. Just now 1 have a pal staying with me awfully decent chap, from Devon-' shire." She was certainly silent for a mo ment. He fancied, too, that there was a change In her face. "From Devonshire?'' she repeated, with a carelessness which, If It was not natural, was exceedingly well assumed. "I believe I knew some people once who camo from there. What Is your friend's name, Sir George?" He turned Blowly toward her. "Andrew Pelham," he said quietly. "He comes from a place called Baynes worth." "Ho Is staying hero now with you?" "Yes," he answered gravely. It was not his fancy this time; of that ho felt sure. Her face for the mo ment had been the color of chalk; a little exclamation had been strangled upon her lips. Shu shot a quick glance at him. He met it steadily. "You know the name?" he asked. She shook her head. "The name, yes," sho answered, "but not the person. A very old friend of mine was called Andrew Fclham, but he was an American, aud ho has never been in England. It startled me, though, to hear the exact naino again from you." She was herself again. Her explana tion was carelessly given. It sounded even convincing, but Duncombe him self was not convinced. He knew that sho wanted him to be. He felt her eyes seeking his, studying his face. Perhaps she was only anxious that ho should not misunderstand. "George, are you ready?" his host called out. "We're going to take Smith's pastures." "Quite!" Duncombe answered. "Un til this evening, Miss Fielding." 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