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He saw dead faces left beside the trail—faces that he had loved with the dry, deep love men have for their trail mates. He saw incredible sights. He won dered that he had lived through his own part in them. Why had n’t his face, too, been a dead face on the trail? Grim lines same o\it about his mouth and ryes as he stood there smoking and leaning slackly against the window-frame. And, after all, (here the moon mist became visible again), if it hadn’t been for a politeal at titude of a certain Englishman in the year 1600 and something, til the home-likeness of this very place would have been his birth right. He would have stood in the shoes of that narrow-faced young man, Lord Alec Tremont. By the Lord! Rufus Tremont jtretched his arms above his head tnd grinned. He liked the look that easy-going gave a fellow. Lord Tremont was probably only two or three years his junior, but his face was as smooth as a girl's. Oh, a eynieal little twist or so, perhaps; he’d probably been bothered by a swarm of teasing worry-gnat**. •‘lies had first-hand every thing that I’ve half-killed my self to get the means of buying tecodn-hand. I had the right start, of course, but I sometimes think I’ve had the leisure-zest kicked out of me. I’m as grim •s the Yukon in my bones. I’ve got the sour dough hunger. I’ll be goin^ back some day. But I’ll take the Little Laciy with me. She’s the only woman that has ever gripped the soul of me. Tre mont, now, he’d think me an ass. Romantic! A mere picture! I’d like to take him out on the trail. He has the stuff in him. I’d like this job. Parliament, maybe? No, sir. Too much talk •bout it and about. The old gos sip at the Breeme Arms said the Earl was hard up—stone broke: hinted that young Tremont had blown it in, and was going to . marry an American heiress to feather his nest. Bah! One of our domestic title-hunters. I guess! Well—I’ll stroll over my teres”. He glanced at his watch. “It’s a bully little playground, England; cricket, archery, all the pretty games in a Robin Hood costume or white flannels. Some day I’ll buy me an estate •nd found a house. No, sir; not while the immigrants leave us the West. God bless it!” I’m up in the morning afore daylight, And afore I sleep the moon shines bright. My hoss throwed me off at the creek called mud; My hoss throwed me off at the T. U. herd. Last time I saw him he was goin ‘cross the level, A kicking up bis heels and a running like the devil. It’s cloudy in the West alooking like rain, And n\y damned old slick er’s in the wagon again. Whistling softly and mutter ing to himself—a bad habit con tracted daring periods of more solitude than was quite good for jt man, where it was a distrac tion from certain inner pangs to chew tobacco and argue aloud with stars or green eyes beyond the firelight—he found his ae , mrate, quiet way through the house and got into the soft even ing air. The lawns were smooth as woven silk to eye and foot. Just a dappling of dull gold—a sort of tangled Western afterglow —confused their silvery green ness. Rufus Tremont left the mingled touches of evening and night. It was mysterious, charm ing, beautiful. He crossed the lawn past the tree under which Claire and the Earl debited prohibition and the Ouija Board over their cups of tea, and turned into a path where a faint breeze danced young leaves, and where a night ingale was singing. He paused and looked back at the house. It was very stately, very quiet and noble. Rufus tasted suddenly the fantastic bitterness of the alien. He felt a craving for his own camp-fire under the black firs. Balsam, now, would be a homely smell; or sage-brush. He would have exchanged the nightin gale’s music for the cry of a coyote. God! England was a lonely place for the great-great (how many greats?) grandson of an exciled Crovvmwellian. Why hadn’t the fool stood by his ringleted ruler? It was a nasty sensation, this hollow-hearted feeling of unimportance, un reality. Confound Lady Jane Ros,! Why had she so bewitched him ? Something other than the lit tle leaves rustled. Rufus Tre mont turned on his heel. Some One had come round the curve of the path. At sight of him *she paused full in the moonlight, and, startled, shrunk back against the big trunk of a tree. The twilight faintly dappled her. She seemed to quiver a little as she stood looking at him side long, ’with shy, silvery-brown eyes. She was simply dressed in white, a scarf about her shouders, her soft, ashen-broum hair had slipped from its ribbon in curls about her neck. Rufus Tremont stood still, and an eerie coldness ran along his limbs. “Jane! Lady Jane!” he whis pered. “There are ghosts in England.” He advanced a cautious step. “I’ve come back for you”, he said gently. The tremulous, shy creature listened to him, her face white ning; then, with a faint little cry, she slipped out of sight amongst the leaves The dappled foliage rustled for an instant. There were fly ing steps. Then silence. Rufus Tremont returned with long strides to the house. His heart was beating hard. CHAPTER IX FIGHTING BLOOD Lady Breeme was entirely right in her expectation. The earl began at once to “delight in” his American kinsman. They met before dinner, and the inva lid’s eyes began to snap and twinkle at once. Claire, sweeping through the rooms in her low-cut gown, her red-gold head erect, started at what she saw; also, mentally, her hand tightened on that knight errant lance of hers. One of her recently acquired treasures was threatened by a barbarian. She sprang to arms. She liked to think that she alone, alien as she was, stood as the defender of Van Dyke’s Lady Jane. At the sound of her step the new guest looked up alertly, fix ing upon her a dark glance that showed an instant disappoint ment. She analyzed his look. Whom had he expected to see? The introduction took place. There was another quick change in his eyes. (Ah! The little-hunt ioss,” it said). £lec wondered why it was that the American man and woman met with that somewhat guarded duellist air. But Claire admired Rufus Tre mont’s simplicity. He seemed, to her an unusually dignified young man. She contrasted his manner with the rather nervous or affected manners of some Eastern Americans she had known. This man had a poise— a sort of inner balance that she could not quite interpret to her self. It came, perhaps, from the same source as the hard, deep lines of his face. ‘Have you ever been in Eng land before?” Lady Breeme was asking. “Yes,” said Rufus Tremont; “once—when I was a boy.” Then, after a moment of care ful consideration, “I’ve been at Breeme House before.” he add ed. Claire leaned forward eagerly. “You came with your father?” she cried. “How did you know!” “Robins has a story about you,” she told him; and a queer look of challenge passed between them. He did not ask her what the story was, but turned again to Lady Breeme. “I've always known about you,” said he. “We American ■Trejnorts have always known. I think that the original Rufus must have had an unusually te nacious memory. Also, great ten acity of the affections. Certainly, he never forgot that unfortunato | bride-to-be ^>f his. He married—” “Which rather spoils your ro mance, to begin with,” put in Alec. “He married the daughter of a Dutch patrcon in the New Netherlands, and he named his only son Ross, his only daughter Jane. That Ross came back to England and returned, I believe, with a map of Breeme House in his head. Since then not one of us has missed his visit or two to the old place. It’s rather curious, when you come to think of it, our intimate knowledge of you—• your ignorance of us. I knew, for instance, of your brother’s death, Lord Breeme, and of your inheritance. I knew that you had a son named Alec, I knew—” Here, with one of her quiet, shy smiles, Lady Jane slipped into the room, and Rufus Tre mont rose to be introduced, with a high, warm color in his cheek. !>id you really think that I was a ghost?” she essked him as they all rose to go into dinner. “Yes.” He seemed all at once reduced to a monosyllabic brevity. “I thought-—almost—that you were when you spoke. It’s a re lief, isn’t it, to find out that we are flesh and blood?” “Yes, it is.” “What a strange light there was there in the woods. I never saw anything quite like it. Why did you take me for the ghost of Lady Jane?” “Because you are Lady Jane, feature for feature. Didn’t you know that?” Alec and Claire broke in, de manding an explanation of tlie^e incomprehensible Remarks, and the conversation became general at once, Jane, as usual, dropping into her silence—a pleasant, sym pathetic silence that hovered around the conversation like a timid, strongly attracted moth. Claire, too, was somewhat more silent than usual. She was measuring her enemy, wonder ing at the audacity of his out spoken promise to Yan Dyke’s lady. If he had not looked so entirely a man that got what he wanted, she would have dis missed his intentions as \inira portant. He would not, of course, steal the portrait, and certainly Lord Breeme would sooner sell his title than that precious heirloom. She looked about the beautiful room and along the table, solidly handsome and complete in its appointments, and she scanned the controlled faces of her Eng lish friends. “What do you mean by ‘horse wranglei’?” Claire heard Alec asking, as she came out of her reverie. “A man who raises horses— breaks 'em, sells 'em.” Are you one yourseliT "No.” "A cattle-man, than?" "No, sir." The sombre eyes turned to him. “ I tried it and failed, I had a big outfit against me. They got me, too—after six years." lie stared through the wall a moment. "But," return ing to the present, "but I saw something of the life." "Six years," repeated Alec; and, to himself, "How old is the man, anyway?" "I went West thirteen years ago when I was seventeen." The American seemed to understand Alec’s rather puzled look. "I was a rustler—cow-man. I was the tenderfoot—‘dude’, as they call it in the North-West—in those days. But I soon had it worked out of me.” “You were outdoors a great deal, I fancy," said Lady Breeme. "A very healthful life, wasn’t it?" "Not especiallly. The exposure was fearful, the food bad, and there was too much riding. It was ghastly lonely, too; off for months on the rauges, with a thousand head of cattle; snow or sage-brush and a big sky; not a human to see or—what’s worse —to speak to. There were better times at the round-up, though, when four or five big outfits sent their boys to cut out the cattle of different brands and to punch the new calves. That’s a great sight, sir.” "I should think you would have missed the society of your kind, and books," began Lady Breemo “Oh, I’d always a volume in my pocket, and, as for my own kind the men I’ve known in the West have taught me more than any humans I’ve met. They’re fine. I can’t describe it.” He leaned forward a little one hand on his hip, narrowing his eyes so that they seemed to search enor mous distances. “You mustn’t altogether de sert me,” pleaded Claire, when Lord Breeme wheeled his chair to her side after a prolonged lingering in the dining room with Alec and Mr., Tremont over their cigars. “I think I am jealous of your cousin from Seattle.” “Ah! you mustn’t be that.” He put 1 is kind hand over hers. “It’s meat and drink to me, you know—this sort of thing. And then I’ve discovered a treasure trove of information. He knows a'great deal of Indian lore that works fn excellently writh the little book”—Lord Breeme had been writing his little book for the j ast thirty years. “ He’s to stop with us and help us along a bit. He’s a fine fellow. A great deal of reserved force there, don’t you think? And it seems to me an extraordinary history. Notliing in it more extraordinary than h:s keen interest in the House of Breeme. Now tell me, my dear child, are you Ameri cans a romantic race?” “The most romantic in the world, “answered Claire. “Ah! you think, because we’re money makers, business people, work ers, that we haven’t the hearts of poets. We’re idealists to what most of you in the old world would consider an absurd extent, Don’t you know that our fore fathers were a race of Eldorado hunters—men who lived and died for ideals—principles? That’s what makes our failures, our backsliding, so pitiful, so tragic, so amazing even to ourselves. Wo are the only «*u.tion that hasn’t ‘just growed’, like Topsy, but that has tried to shape itself to a definite ideaL Don’t laugh at me, please, Lord Breeme!” “Bless me! I’m not laugh ing. I’m smiling because you’re as bright as a star tonight; you dazzle me. And .your intensity, my dear, is just a bit—if you’ll pardon me—touching some times.” “I’m afraid I’m often too vehement. I was really almost rude about that North Pole ques tion the other day; but after wards I thought of such a good point—to "prove to you the worthwhileness of it.” Jane rose and moved along the room, Lufus Tremont following her. (TO BE CONTINUED) Enter Convention Giving Right to Search All Sus pected Vessels Christiania.—Important questions dealing with the Baltic liquor smug gling traffic were discussed at a con ference here recently. Representatives of Finland, Swed en, Norway, Denmark and the small er Baltic states attended the con ference, and it is possible that the traffic will suiter a severe setback as a result. The chief proposal considered by the conference was that licenses for the carrying of liquor should not bo granted to small vessels at all, and that large vessels, given authority to carry liquor, will have to furnish proof within a stipulated period that the liquor has been delivered to the legitimate purchasers. A convention has been entered In to between the states, which, when ratified, will give them the right to search suspected vessels and to seize all liquor. Despite the conference, however, smuggling still continues. Prohibition agents recently dis covered a large business in illegal liquor traffic being carried on by the clerks in one of this city's larg est barks. Their ringleader was a former prohibition sleuth. $26,500 YEAR Philadelphia, Pa.—This clay statu ette portrait of a goddess of the time of Fatli -r Abraham was found at Ur of the Chaldees by the Joint explora tion expedition of the University of Pennsylvania and the British Muse um of London. The woman was a goddess In the Temple of the Moon God, probably of a period of 6,500 years ago. and is one of the oldest that scie.itists have yet unearthed. The same expedition discovered fragments of papyrus bearing a part thew, and written approximte) y in 250 A. 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