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1 B. DATIM. FAITH, ft. D.
BREEME HOUSE
I By Katherine Newlin Burt |
1
"Hut—the sale of the Van
Dyke would kill lam! Brceme.
And you mean to say that Lord
Tremont has accepted Mr.
Tremont’s offert"
"On the , contrary—1 he’s
spurned it!"
"Bravo Alee!" she cheered
with girlish rest. “That’s the
best thing I've known him to do
yeti"
"I'm afraid, dear Miss Wilton,
that Alee will find himself ab
solutely forced to accept it, and
before long. Certain large pay
ments have got to he made, or
far worse will befall the House
of Breeme than the sale of the
Van Dyke."
"I cannot believe," said
Claire confidently, "that any
thing worse can befall the House
of Breeme. When Rufus Tre
mont takes the Lady Jane, he
will rob this place of the soul of
Breeme."
Sir Geoffrey nodded his head
in sympathy.
“Mr. Tremont would probably
agree to leave the picture in it’s
place during the Earl’s life
time, ” he added in extenuation
of the plan.
“Not even the Earl is Breeme
itself,” she said simply.
'‘Why,” she added on her most
challenging note, “T’d pay
double its value, myself, just to
see it left here—in it its own
abiding place.”
“They —they wouldn’t permit
you to do that, Miss Wilton.
That would be—you can see, I’m
sure—, only a loan in another
form, from Alec’s point of
view.”
She sighed in desperation, and
fixed her eyes upon him, as if
beseeching his help.
He temporized.
“Well; we don’t have to agree
to the sacrilege at this moment,”
he smiled. “And only in the
direst need would I assist at it.
AH we can do is to keep hoping;
perhaps— who knows— some
other way will be found.”
“It shall be found,” she
echoed. “I’d give my life’s
blood to save the Van Dyke f0r
Breeme—and Breeme for the
Lady Jane. Not one of them—
not the Earl nor Alec nor Jane—
but should be ready to sacrifice
himself for the soul of Breeme.
What is their pride in compari
son with thatf They shall not
sell it, Sir Geoffrey! ’ ’
Sir Geoffrey recalled the argu
ment: “You call Hie sale of the
Van Dyke a public disgrace! I
call the alternative that Lord
Tremont contemplates a three
fold human sacrifice.”
He looked at Claire, her face
transfigured with the inspiration
of her challenge. “The face,”
he thought, “of one who would
meet matyrdom for a cause she
had at heart:”
Sir Geoffrey recalled that
Alec Tremont had confided that
he had asked Claire to marry
him; and she had said ‘no'.
“if8 a tangle we can’t un
ravel at onee,” he comforted her
and himself. Sir Geoffrey wen
ded his way homeward, his brow
furrowed by a puzzled frown.
It was night at Breeme House.
Aline Parkes was sleeping
peacefuUy.
“Aline 1”
She sat up quickly. Claire
stood by her bedside, with a
candle in her hand. Iler red—
gold hair hung down on either
side of her face.
“I heard a sound,” she said.
“Someone is moving downstairs
in the hall.”
“What time is it?” asked
Aline.
“Half-past one. I heard
something creaking along the
gallery. I opened my door and
listened. There is someone
down there in the hall.”
Aline was up. “Shall we call
someone!”
“No; let's explore first.
Don t let’s frighten anyone till
we’re sure. There’s enough
light from outside to show us if
anyone is prowling about. Will
you come!”
Aline nodded, and Claire, in
wrapper and slippers, took her
arm and led the way. It was
like a boarding-school adventure.
Aline felt an inclination to
laugh. She was not frightened.
There were servants within call.
They stole along the gallery and
a few steps down the stairs.
Here there was a window alcove,
and Claire drew Aline' into its
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shelter.
“From here we can see down
into the hall,” Claire whispered,
“and we can watch the stairs.”
“Hush!” said Aline. “Do
you hear?”
Claire’s heart jumped. She
did hear. It was a cautious step.
The hall was streaked with dim
bands of moonlight. Across one
of these passed stealthily a tall
figure. They felt rather than
saw it approach the stairs.
“If it comes up it will pass
us,” murmured Aline.
“Hush!”
The step was coming up.
Once or twice it stopped, as
though the man were listening.
On the turn below them, the
figure came out again into the
moonlight. Aline gripped
Claire’s arm w'ith a start of sur
prised relief. The man wTas
Rufus Tremont.
lie was still m evening dress,
but went on stockinged feet. He
must have been oid, however,
for his shoulders were wet. It
was railing out of doors. He held
something in his hand. Present
ly he turned, and went stealthily
across the hall again.
“Let’s go back to my room,”
Claire whispered.
“It looks a little queer to
me,” Aline got out slowly, safe
in Claire’s bedroom, the re
lighted candle in her hand
Claire, shivering, looked at
her with a puzzled air. Aline’s
small face between its masses of
fluffy hair was witch-like, its
eyes narrow, its lips tight.
“I don’t know what to think
of it,” said Claire. “Aline,
don’t you think it’s just a little
rash, having him stay here?
What, after all, do they know
about the man?”
Reason as she might, the seed
of suspicion grew. Who was
this Rufus Tremont? What was
he looking for, tip-toeing about
the hall long after midnight
like a thief?
CHAPTER XVI
Circumstantial Evidence
It was the day after Claire
and Aline’s midnight adventure.
Although Claire Wilton’s de
parture had been postponed by
the urgent need of her during
Alec’s convalescence, the Earl of
Breeme insisted upon giving in
her honor the masquerade he
had planned, as soon as Alec was
sufficiently recovered. It was
to come off this evening.
At breakfast Robins announ
ced the departure of Rufus Tre
mont for London, to arrange
about his costume. He was in
structed to iuy that Mr. Tre
mont would be back in the
evening. Claire and Aline ex
changed glances, but tacitly de
cided to keep their own counsel
as to last night’s happening.
Claire dressed early for the
dance, in order to spend a few
quiet minutes in the hall, com
tuning with the spirit of the
place, and with its best expres
sion, the \’an Dyke. She fastened
the rude Saxon jewellery
absently across her forehead,
just noting the effect in the
glass as something rather ob
viously beautiful.
She came along the gallery
with the light jingle of her
ornaments, and lingeringly down
the stairs. The hall below was
shining with lights that made
an underworld of the polished
floor and gave life to the flesh
tints of this pained ancestor and
that; Van Dyke’s Lady Jane,
between her twro blazing chan
deliers, reigned supreme for all
her timidity. Claire stopped
opposite to her on the stairs,
remembering with a litle flash
of triumph Rufus Tremont’s
threat, his boast of “You’re
mine! You’re mine!” She had
pledged herself to a defence;
but, after all, Breeme House
was its own defence. She
wished that she might have
played a part, might have
woven herself a little into the
web of Lady Jane’s history. It
yet might be, if she could find
the way...
Claire paused, framing her
face with both hands as she
rested her elbows on the'balus
trade. Her face was on a level
with Lady Jane’s. She looked
as directly as possible into the
large, soft, sidelong eyes.
As she looked, an uneasy
sense of loss possessed her. The
picture omehow failed of Its
usual impression. It lacked t»
spirit, mi essence. It was sud
denly a dead thing of paint and
canvas. Ciaire was bitterly de
pressed. Just uow, when she
was trying to realize the charm
v acutely, with a poignancy to
serve her courage, the charm
had failed. The spell was brok
en. Lady Jane had lost, subtly,
all that radiance of hers. It
was as though a blight had
fallen on the hall. Claire felt
it almost superstitiously. She
- was afraid to look around lest
the beautiful proportions and
time-deepened color of the room
might have shrunk and faded to
a commonplace. It was like the
mysterious transformation of
Cinderella’s ball-dress into rags
—a withering enchantment.
Claire’s eyes actually filled
with tears. “Is it in me?” She
asked herself. “Have I failed?”
llad the perfect happiness of
this wonderful visit escaped
her? She began bitterly to
sense other disillusionments.
The shadows that had rested
upon the charming group of
people under the trees began to
interpret itself. The Earl of
Breeme was, after all, not “Ye
Belted Earl of Ballad Lore,”
but a bothered modern land
owner, anxious for the worldly
future of his children; Alec and
Jane and Lady Breeme pre
occupied by a care that, to this
princess of fairy-story wealth,
seemeci sordid to the last de
gree. And all their kindness to
her, all their gentle hospitality?
The musicians began to
arrive, grouping themselves
near a bank of flowers under
the gallery, The sound of
their subdued talk and laughter,
the clatter of their settling came
up to Claire as she watched from
Ihe turn of the stair-case.
Presently she heard a footstep
coming across the hall. She
gave a gasp of astonishment.—
It was Rufus Tremont!
He was in court dress of King
Charles, Velvet and lace,
buckles of silver, knots of
wine:colored ribbon, a plumed
hat in his long, brown, supple
hand. A sword hung along one
lithe hip. The face, framed by
Cavalier curls, was strikingly
handsome, the eyes idly mocked.
He came with his swinging
tread along the polished floor,
and stopped inevitably before
the picture of'Lady Jane.
Claire was about to call down
to him when he, stepping back
a pace or two, looked up at the
portrait. Suddenly his eyes
' lifed their gaze from the Van
Dyke, to the gallery above, and
were flooded with a warmth of
devotion. There sprang into
his expressive face a flare of
triumph and mastery.
Claire glanced quickly up at
the gallery, where he looked.
There stood, backgrounded
by dark wainscoting, illumi
nated by softly moving candle
light, line for line, tint for tint,
Van Dyke’s model, charmed
with all her silvery brightness
into life. Ringlets and scarf,
satin-sheeny skirt, blue head
band and little slippered feet,
fine features and half fright
ened air, even the quiverifig,
timid pose. It was complete.
Claire drew in her breath.
There was no disenshantment.
here, rather potent witchery;
she felt a thrill of superstition.
The soul of Lady Jane had left
that thing upon the wall, and
had entered completely into the
warm flesh and blood of her de
scendant.
Jane turned her shy glance
: on the cavalier earl waiting be
low. She. too, flushed, her lips
bent into their tremulous, sweet,
side long smile.
“Aru't they,” said Aline who
joined Claire a few moments
later in the hall, “just too
beautiful? There’s something
almost uncanny about them,
isn't there? He is the missing
portrait—the story always had
him the handsomest of the line,
lias he come back for her, do
you think?”
The house party began to
take possession of the hall,
i awaiting the arrival of the
guests. Lord Breeme in his
wheeled chair, as merry as old
Capulet; Alec, looking gaunt
and pale in a court jester’s
costume, liis head, plastered,
evidently not in the humour of
the thing; Aline, a slender
little Babbie, with red berries
in her hair, a high color in her
thin face, and eyes unfathom
able. They danced and laughed
and amused themselves with
the few visitors staying at
Breeme House for the occasion,
admiring costumes and ex
. changing banter and compli
, ...outs.
But Claire could not enter In
to the spirit of it. She had
never in her life suffered more
acutely, but it was a nameless,
indefinable suffering, perhaps
more like the child’s sorrow
over its beautiful pricked
bubble than any other human
grief. Its poignancy was out of
proportion to its cause.
Suddenly her mood of melan
choly was broken by a noisy
crash and a loud outcry.
“The Van Dyke! Oh, my
God! The Van Dyke!”
Robins had dropped a tray
of refreshments in the middle
of the hall, and had lifted a
pale, distracted face to Van
Dyke’s Lady Jane. Dancing
and music stopped. Everyona
turned to where the old man
pointed. Lord Breeme, pushing
his chair out from the wall, and
looking up, shook his finger at
the servant.
“Man alive, what’s the
matter with you?” said he.
Robins began a cofused,
half taarfnl Vmhhlo
Mr. rremont will bear me
out, your lordship. *Twas him
I showed it to. ’Twas him that
said he’d noticed it himself. Is
;that the picture I’ve looked
every day of my life and loved
like my ow? Shouldn’t I be
the man to know it? Oh your
lordship, this is a sad thing
indeed for the house, your lord
ship. A sad thing!”
Here Rufus Tremont laid a
hand on Robin’s shoulder.
“Look here, my friend, what
are you talking about?” said he.
“What’s wrong with the Van
Dyke?”
“Oh, sir! You remember that
shadow-like of a dog’s head on
the skirt? Look sharp I I ask
you, is that portrait it’s real
self in any way at all?”
Claire watched in keen sus
pense. She saw Rufus fling up
his chin, his face stiffen and
pale into a look that might have
been one of fear.
“It must be the effect of the
light,” he stammered.
“No, sir—no, sir I It’s not
only the shadow. Look at that
hand, look at the eyes. Your
lordship—” He turned piteous
ly to Lord Breeme, pleading his
point. “Shouldn’t I know the
Van Dyke? In the real pic
ture—”
Lord Breem half raised him
self with a keen look of alarm.
“The real picture, Robins?
Do you mean—?”
He fell back. There was a
babel of conjecture, curiosity,
alarm- Questions went off like
little pistol shots.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Do One Thing Weil.
From the Baltimore Sun.
JIow pleasant It would seem to be
an authority on the sciences, Inter
national politics, political economy
and the arts, and also to shine as a
star In the movies, In baseball, In
football ar.d in the Olympics! It
might be pleasant, but it wouldn’t
be possible. It just isn't done.
Consider the rose. If left undis
turbed in the garden, it will become
a great bush and form a great num
ber of buds; but though the soil be
rich and the moisture plentiful, there
never will be a prize rose on the
bush. The roots can provide so
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feed half a hundred blossoms, the
face of each will be scant. But If
the bush is cut away, so that the
roots may devote the whole of their
energy to the business of perfecting
a dozen blossoms, these will rival
Jewels.
The orchardlst does not go among
his trees and pick away the green
fruit in an effort to keep down pro
duction. He does it because de
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size.
And the fancier does not select
the runts in a litter of 12 pups and
destroy them to hold the canine pop
ulation in check. He sacrifices them
to make life more abundant for those
that are privileged to live.
It always works that way. Where
there are many they are lean. You
never hear of famine In a land where
neighbors are far apart.
In the little while man remains on
this pleasant round ball he may learn
to do one thing well, but he can’t
learn to do everything. There isn’t
time. If your acquaintance knows a
little about everything, it isn’t prob
able that lie knows all about any
thing.
It is no disgrace to be ignorant
concerning the fauna of Patagonia
if you can beat the world at the
business of filling a tooth. And
world-beaters do not develop by
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them are single-barrel chaps.
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Among The Dead Ones.
From The Bos Angeles Times.
Delvers for the Marshall Field Mu.
aeum are said to have uncovered th /
palace of the first King of Babylon
while digging amid the ruins of ancient
IClsh. They are not absolutely certain
as to the gentleman's name or his
license number, but there is a pictured
frieze around the base of the wall In
the throne room that confirms the an
tiquarians in their suspicions that
they were on the trail of the earliest
ruler of our most ancient known em
pire. The incidents depicted happen
ed all of 6000 years ago, or about the
time that Methuselah was suffering
from second childhood. The Shovel eta
are digging up so much of the past
that nobody is safe.
To reach the highest efficiency at a
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of building giant locomotives for rail
roads. The small types are used for
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