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“Very well. I shan’t threaten.
And I’ll quit my hoastng—it’s
time. I’ll adrnft I’* rather up
against it.”
A silence. Jane looked at him
and glanced away. Her lips were
nervous, lier fingers restless. She
could hardly hear the grey look
of blankness in his face. He gave
himself a shako; his colour and
youth came back with a little
rush.
“Hut, mind you”, said he,
“I’ll have her. It’s written in
the stars. 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
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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)
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Despite Denials* There Is
Actual Starvation Among
Irish People cm Achill
Achill Island, Ireland.—'.fresh all
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the population of tills tiny Island
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