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And,” laughing, “if you won’t let me have her by fair means I’ll have her by foul. Does that frighten you?” She shook her head. He watched her—her delicate grace, her distinction, her sweet, half-wild aloofness. “ Why”, said he at last, very slowly, more slowly than Jane had ever heard him speak be fore, “I’d never wanted anything In all the world except the Van Dyke, until I saw—” here a flood of color rose gradually from chin to brow, and liis gaze shifted from her to the ground at his feet—“you” he added gently.” When he looked up after a moment, Jane was gone. Sir Geoffrey Brooke, strolling through the woods, came upon Itufus a few minutes later and stopped, with an exclamation of uitis faction. “What luck 1 Alec told me you were back And I want to have a talk with you, Tremont.” Rufus Tremont stood up. “Good!” said he. “I'm glad I'm wanted—by somebody. Will you share the stone wall or shall we go up to the house?” “The stone wall, by all means,” said Sir Geoffrey. “I’ve not sat on a stone wall for ages. It does something for one, does n’t it? Brings one back to certain youthful occasions when one sat on a stone wall and nursed one’s grievances or built castles in Spain”. “Yes—or watched them tum ble”. “Ah, no, Tremont! That’s an anachronism. One’s castles dd n’» tumble in those days.” “You’re rightthey didn’t. Rufus slowly relighted his pipe and drew at it, staring through the smoke. Sir Geof frey had the air of a man re volving some scheme in his mind, doubtful how to broach it. He rubbed his hands together. It was Rufus Tremont who spoke first. “Lord Tremont’s had a pretty tough time of it, I gather. Out of the wood now, though, isn’t he?” “Thanks for that!” exclaimed Sir Geoffrey, with such comical relief that Rufus laughed. ‘That”s helped me nicely to broach the subject. I’m afraid '.lie youngster was a bit frosty vith you, when you called just iow. Sorry I was out”. ‘‘We ell”, d awled Rufus de prceaiingly, “I won't say that hi was exactly cordial”. "The poor boy’s on the horns )f a dilemma; I think he’s told )ou about it, though.” “About one of the horns, yes; /he other I’ve observed for my lelf”. - I Sir Geoffrey looked at him iharply. “You’ve offered to buy the Tan Dyke, he tells me. What was your motive?” “I wanted it—wanted it more than anything on earth when I first saw it years ago. Call it a tvhim, if you like!” And yet, of course, you un lerstand that he can’t sell it!” “'Why!” The question came with the ping of a rifle-bullet. “The significance of such a thing, to the house of Breeme: surely you can understand Lord Tremont’s feeling about it! It would just about fnish the Earl, Fremont; it would seem to him almost like a public disgrace.” “And the alternatives!” ques tioned Rufus drily. *1 That’s what I can’t be sure about. I’ve tried one, the one that seemed to me least—objec tionable. It was a mistake. I’d do anything on earth to undo that mistake.” “See here, Sir Geoffrey,” Ru fus challenged him. “Lord Tre mont’s got to raise some funds, or the Earl will get his quietus anyway. Unterberg and his kind are not the'sort to spare the feelings of their victims—par -- — - --m 1 .5 ~ ticularly when they happen to have titles. I know just where Lord Tremont stands, and I know pretty well what he’s de cided to do. I saw it and I heard it gossiped round the neighborhood before I’d been here 24 hours. I tell you I d< - spisc it and as an American I felt it’s up to me to checkmate it. And I will yet”. Ilis jaw was set square with determination. “That scarcely seems to fit in with your original motive, you know. You wanted the picture for yourself, you said—more than anything else.” “Right you are; call the rest of my argument a mere justifi cation of selfishness. Lord Tre mont needs the money; he told me—and I liked him for that— he’d done with the borrowing, whether from friend or foe. Weil then, what’s left? You call the sale of the Van Dyke a public dsgrace 1 I <jall the alternative that Lord Tremont contemplates a threefold human sacrifice to the god Mammon. The sale might hurt—but it would hurt, or perhaps kill, nothing but pride. The alternative? Compare the results! How do they size up?” Sir Geoffrey’s eyes smiled shrewdly. Ho got down from the wall as if suddenly resolved upon a fixed purpose. “At last I’ve got it,” he said. “Much obliged, Tremont. You’ve given me the pointer I wanted. I must be making my way up to the house. Can’t say anything more just now. Coming?” Rufus smiled, his eyes probing Sir Geoffrey’s. “You’d play a better hand of poker than I, Sir Geoffrey. Derned if I’m onto your game. Yes, thanks, I’ll go in with you. Glad you’ve found the solution, whatever it may be, and I wish you luck. But I warn you: the Van Dyke is mine!” CHAPTER XV THE SOUL OF BREEME When thedwo men reached the house, Sir Geoffrey asked for Miss Wilton and was told that she was “somewrhere about the grounds.” “All right, Robins; I’ll find her,” he said, and wont in search. Claire had busied herself with ministering to the needs of Breeme House, since Lord Tre mout’s accident, and had even taken up the work of Lady Jane among the cottages on the estate. She visited the old people, and chatted with them, getting to know the stories of their pasts, and hearing of the doings of their children and their chil dren’s children. Almost, it seemed, that from these scat- , tered homes in the vllage of Five Pastures and the Breeme estate, there must he colonists in every part of the British Empire. The old people spoke of these far-away relatives proudly, with no sense of the pangs of absence, and Claire got a vivid sense of the essential unity of the wide-spread do minions which radiated from England’s island-centre. Meanwhile Claire went about her helpful tasks with a confi dent spirit of quiet waiting. Sir Geoffrey Brooke had promised that he would come to her, and that together they would un tangle the skein for Aline and Alec. With that promise came such heart felt contentment as she had never felt in her life of ceaseless change and activity. In all her years of travel and social diversion, Claire had never been touched by so much as the thought of a lover, ller amazing frankness had served as an im pervious but impalpable shield, of which she herself was totally unconscious. It had effectively staved off the ardent or avarici ous intentions of hosts of pros pective suitors; they had simply not been able to gather courage or hope for a definite attack up on her heart. Nor was it her habit of mind to consider the men she met from the point of view of possible husbands. Iler love of life in all its form was so keen and catholic that it sprang to embrace im partially the fine or beautiful, the small or pitiable, in all sorts and conditions of humanity, men, women and children. . Claire sat this afternoon in the bower to which she had tracked Aline that evening when Lord Tremont had discovered them. She had taken no book or other excuse for occupation; she was waiting—as she had found herself doing frequently of late, or as freliuently as thero cams intervals between her various self-imposed duties of reading to Lord Breeme, taking the children off Aline’s hands, making at tempts (better in intention than effect) to tend Lady Jane’s be loved flowers, in her absence, and visiting the village people. With her usual direct candor, Claire made no play of deceiving herself. At the moment 'when, with Aline’s unconscious head in her lap, she and Sir Geoffrey’s minds had met, she knew that! she loved him. At first she won dered how it had come to her so suddenly; but soon she realized that the love had been planted there, impersonal and uncon scious, from the time when she first met him. But what of him, she asked herself? Did he love her? What were his real feelings to wards Aline? There was the rub—the ques tion she could not positively answer: And it gave her that feeling of fear of him, which to Aline she had boasted she had never hitherto experienced for any man. She was not sure of her ground; at times it quaked. She half) despised herself for her timorousness, even now—while she gloried in it as proof of the reality of her secret. There were times when she thought she would flee from him, panic-stric ken, like any school girl, if he should suddenly appear. “Found you at last,” he said, and stood smiling at her from the enterance to the bower. Unless she had run into his arms, it was difficult to see whether she could escape,-which probably accounted for his totol ignorance that she felt any im pulse to run at all. “I began to think,” she said, “that you re pented you of your promise.” He looked reproachful. “I — he“,u cmfcm shrd ffggg “Not really,” she laughed. “I know, of course, you’ve had your hands full with your in valid. He’s to come back to us tomorrow, I hear?” ‘ ‘ Y es—Alec’s betn pretty lucky to come out of it so easily. But he’s awfully glum about it. He says it’s ‘out of the frying pan’.—Well; what's to bt done?’ pan’. -Wtll what’s to be done?” jlau b<u uppusite ner, anu laiu aside his hat and cane, leaning forward with his arm's on the rustic table, his hands clasped under his chin, and his eyes questioning hers. “Has he given you any clue, or suggestion,” she asked. “Nothing that counts,” he said, shifting his look with a frown, and tightening the clasp of his hands. “You know Aline came to see him?” “No—she didn’t tell me. Your doing, of course?” “He had called for her often in his delirium, and later he asked— casually—why she could not come. I talked turkey to him then, and the boy woke up to , himself splendidly. He really loves her, as she loves him,” he said huskily. (Did Sir Geoffrey, then, regret it? wondered Claire. Had his engagement to Aliue been not all shere knight-errantry? The question swep through her mind again like a winter-wind.) “And—Alec, did he tell Aline, at last? But no; I forgot—of course he couldn’t now, honor ably.” ‘But yes; of course. I told him that he must; thftt he had my permission”, he explained. “And—you mean that they’re engaged, then?” “No. He was perfectly frank about that, Miss Wilton. He told me, when I gave him that laying out for all his, cruelly and teasing of Aline, that lie knew he could not marry her—could n’t afford to. “So what’s the use of telling Aline that I love her?” he asked me—almost as if I wanted to torture him. I told him that he owed it to her to let her know it—as amends for the past. He must have done it very beautifully, I think,” Sir Geoffrey added; “She seems to have been at peace, poor child, from that day.” Claire did not trust herself to look at him; she nodded slowely, and gazed through the shady door out into the sunlit garden. “And so,” he resumed brisk ly, and with a smile that brought her eyes to his face, “there we are; the first step is taken.” “And she, of course—'forgive me, Sir Geoffrey, but I must be very sure of evrything—Aline is still—” “Engage A? to me,” he com Die ted. ‘‘It's best to leave it taatf way at the present. In fact* it r essential—until we hava found a way, if we can_” “For Lord Tremont,” she helped him out. “And how,” she questioned, in a tone that left the shadowed past and stepped into a more hopeful fu ture, “how can that be d-one?” “That's just the question: how?” And his smiling eyes again searched hers, to their depths. “Oh! ” Claire exclaimed, “how absurd it all is: This ridiculous pride that people set such store by 1 Here am I with so much more money than I wan or can use, loving this place as my own,— and it is my own, be cause I’ve made it so,—yet I’m not allowed to raise a finger to help. Not even Lord Breeme, or my dear little Jane- it’s Breeme, Breeme itself. Is there no way it can be managed, Sir Geof frey?” “Not in that way; not a chance I In his new way looking at things, I’d loan Tremont what I could afford myself—which •wouldn’t be very much,” he laughed. “But the boy says positively he won’t take a loan from anyone. And he’s right, of course,—if he can pull through without it. No—there’s only one way that I can see open to us.” He paused. “And what’s that?” CUalre asked. “I’ve just been having a talk,” said Sir Geoffrey, mvsing ly, “with Rufus Tremont.” “Sir Geoffrey!” There was amazement in Claire’s voice “You—you can’t mean—?” “He is willing to pay Alec £20,000, or whatever more may be deemed the proper value, for the Van Dyke”, he said, punctu ating each word with slow emphasis that prolonged the agony for Claire intolerably. She gasped. ‘ ‘ And you—and you—you think that is——is the way?” “I see no other,” he replied finally. Her voice came in great sobs “It—it shall neve* be done: never 1 It’s—it’s a wic-kea thing. Rufus Tremont ought t® be ashamed to suggfest it.” He looked at her calmly, but with perfect undertaking. “I know it,” he said. “Bui he has logic on his side. Ales must have money, or the shock to the Earl of a certain s«?di<J revelation would probably be fatal. And what other m'eanr can we find of raising the money?” (TO BE CONTINUED) OCEANBREEZES SAVE STARVING Despite Denials* There Is Actual Starvation Among Irish People cm Achill Achill Island, Ireland.—'.fresh all blowing in from the Atlantlo probably has saved the lives of a maiwlty of the population of tills tiny Island during this winter of distress. Privation of the Mtfbrst kind, due to the potato and fiftil famine, has been suffered, and only the pur* Atlantic breezes hav* aided in staving off the ravages of disease among the debllited population. The Archbishop ofi Armagh has advised Cardinal Hapes, of New York, that “there is Sto famine, but much want.” Presldeflt Cosgrave, of the Free State, has made similar statements. These statements may faithfully describe ItA condition of the vast majority, but (hey hardly de scribe the condition tff a numorous and pitiable minority. 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