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Then it a all-right,. All right.
You’ll see to it, eh!”
“To mhat, dear Lerrd Bream!”
“Have you-talked to my wife
my wife, eh, Claire! Or to Jane!
Dear,-poor, dear little Jane! She
used to-make such an-anxious
eyes at our big-arguments. Weill
Will we ever-settle ’em now,
Claire* The North Pole, eh!- and
those others! But-you will settle
the-the biggest one, won’t you!”
His eeyes searched her face in
wistful confidence.
“Don’t you. guess what he
tn°ans, Claire!” whispeered
Lady Bream.
Claire shook her red-gold head,
but her ey s shrunk a little as
she bent them upon the invalid.
irYf cmfwyp ta eta ea eta et et
“My Alec was in here,” went
on the Earl, laboriously. “I’m
something of a fool about, Alec,
eh! He may have lost his Van
Dyke—though I think w°’ll have
it back. But he’s won a wife,
hasn't he! You’ll see to that—
you will, Claire!”
Claire slipped to her knees by
the bed and r«sted her soft,
smoot,h cheek against his hand.
“You want a wife for Alec!”
she asked softlv.
“Ah! Wonderful woman!
Shq’s guessed it! I’ll tell you—
tell you—” lie stopped, strug
gling against the clogging
weight of his weakness. .“I’ll
tell you what I want you to do
for Alec, eh? That will amuse
us both. Now you’re to find a
wife for Alec. She must be
beautiful and good and fine.
Fine, I say—-mind, body and soul
•—brave—that’s the mainUhing.
And I I’m afraid she’ll Have to be
rich, for we’re as poor .ns church
mice ourselves.” Ilis face cloud
ed for an instant, then cleared.
“Yes—she will have to have her
portion. But she must—I insist
upon it—have two lovely eyes as
much like sea-water as eyes can
be—and a wonderful lot of
bright golden—” He lifted his
hand, slice helping him, and let
it fall upon her soft, gleaming
hair, which rippled about his
fingers like fire—“and a wise
bead and a heart full of love.
Will you find all that for me—
for Alec, will you? Promise me,
Claire, eh?”
Tears wore running down
Claire’s hidden face. She looked
up to smile through them.
“A good, brave, wise, wealthy,
beautiful girl. That might be
difficult. But”— the rose
glowed under her white skin—
“I’ll do my best. I’ll find her-r
I*11 find her for Alec. There!
The nurse says I must go. May
—your—little Yankee girl kiss
you, Lord Breeme?”
“May she? Well, rather!”
lie was as eager about it as a
boy.
“Don’t you forget, now,” he
admonished her in a weak whis
per, shaking that long index fin
ger—which bad threatened her
through so many hot debates—
rcmimlmgly. “Vou’ve given me
a promise, oh?”
Claire was white; even her
clear-cut lips had lost thir color.
Her eyes had deepened, because
of withheld tears. She looked
helplessly away from *him and
back ugaiu. Then: “I’ll do my
best,” she said quiveringly,
“dear Lord Breeme; my best.’’
And not to be a traitor to
.their joyous comradship, she
smiled, and let him see her smile
until she turned away.
CHAPTER XVIII
RUFUS TREM(jNT’S HOUR
Ouo morning, a week after
Lord Breeme’s stroke, from
which, with his remarkable buoy
ancy, ho was steadily recovering,
a gentleman of stout figure and
a suit of small checks, strolled in
a leisurely, masterful fashion up
and down a little reception-room
at Breeme House. He was not
an attractive visitor. There was
bluish-white puffs of flesch un
der his eyes, and the dewlaps on
his jaws joggled a little as he
walked. He had, however, an
air of tremendous assurance. He
seetncd almost a proprietor. His
| eye, glancing at this pieRe of fur
niture and that, was a caressing
eye. He had sent in his card to
Lord Tremont and he had been
waiting already half an hour.
This did not seem to surprise or
to annoy him. Perhaps he was
used to waiting. He had not, as
yet, •(> much as glanced at his
watch. The whole day was be
fore him.
1 wo or three rooms away,
meanwhile, lord Tremont sat for
ward in a chair, wdtli his head
clutched in his hands. Mr. Unter
berg’s card was crushed by his
fingers. His face was pale and
hunted and piteous. He did not
dare the man away, and he did
not dareto go in and talk to him.
Ilis bad hour of reckoning was
squarely upon him, and had
found him unprtpared. He was
curshing himself a little, the gen
tleman a great deal, and Fatee
most of all; Fate having always
to put up with the heaviest bur
den of censure under such cir
cumstances as these.
jiivery now ana tnan Aieec
moved a little, like a man in phy
sical discomfort, and looked up.
Opposite to him was au open
window, and, framed by it, Cla
ire, on thp lawn, played at ball
with Humphery. Prehaps she felt
the haggard look upon her, for
from time to time she glanced
uneasily over her shoulder. She
was dressed in white, and her
hair shone gold against the turfy
green.
■‘I am a fool,” thought Alec.
“A fool! A foil!”
Only that morning he had
seen his father and had promised
to ask Claire to be his wife. He
meant to be honest with her. -
practical. He would ask no wo
man to marry him on false pre
tences. If she wanted his title
his house in exchange for what
eh wanted - wealth and the hap
piness of his father - they were
hers for the takng. She was a
clear - eyed, straight - minded
creature, who cared, it seemed,
rather for things than human be
ings; she had not been studing
them all during these past weeks
for nothing. She knew. He had
meant to explain himself to her
this very morning. And now -
this Unterberg was waiting to
prompt him, as it were. Why had
he dallied so long wth the hide
ous situation? He had lost, his
picture, for which Rufus Tre
mont would have paid a fortune,
and now, perhaps, he had lost
his chance with Claire. In that
case lie had lost his chance of
sparing Lord Breeme any
knowledge of his debts, for, with
Unterberg at Breeme House—
Alec jumped up and took to
striding to and fro; hands knot
ted in his pockets, under-lip bit
ten in and thrust out, brows
frowning, lines of grief and
weariness under his eyes. And
all the while Mr. Utenberg, very
much at his ease, was waiting.
There was a very ugly temp
tation upon Alec. A hint to
Uterberg of his engagement to
an American heiress would prob
ably slip the noose off his neck
for a time; it would certainly
ease its pressure. Why not?
The thing was all but settled.
No girl takes possession by act
and look and word of man’s
property as Claire had done,
without the full intention of
making herself understood.
When he bad spoken to her on
the ride to Lone Tree Hill, her
look, through emigmatieal, had
been far from discouraging.
Her face had lit tip—that de
serbed it—lit up from within.
If lie went out now and spoke
to her: Alec stopped in his
w'alk before the window, and
Claire, looking up, sent him an
uncertain smile. After hesitat
ing a moment she came slowely
towards him, to stand below the
window, Humphrey's ball in her
hands.
1 ell me, please, how does
your father seem today!”
“Making slow progress, the
doctor says.”
Alee’s heart was pounding.
She had come over to him of her
own aeoord. He glanced over
his sholder, as though expecting
to see Utcrberg’s ugly person
behind him, aud moistened his
lips.
“Miss Wilton,” said he awk
wardly, “I shoxdd like to speak
to you. May, I come out?”
She thought this over, look
ing down at her ball with the air
of a crystal gazer.
“I'll come in.”
She tossed the plaything to
Humphrey and went round the
ivy-covered corner of the house.
A moment later she was with
him, closing the door, and tak
ing her place by his desk with
an air of self-possession that
somehow failed to put him at his
ease. Mercifully, Alee felt, shs
did not look at him, but down at
her folded hands. He was cer
tain that she knew what was
coming.
“My father’s illness,” Alec
began, standng near the mantel,
!hat flush coming out like a
brand under his pale, narrowed
eyes, “and, before it, my own
accident, have put off something
that I wanted to discuss with
you.”
Claire sat as meekly under
this studied opening, not at all
in Alec’s natural manner, as an
old-tftne heroine, her head a lit
tle bent.
Alec s pulses began to race.
He was in terror of her. But
Unterberg was waitng. He had
never been more ill at ease. He
hated himself and every word
he spoke. He would have liked
to hate her. But she looked that
morning very grace and pure
and good. After the beginning
he plunged desperately in.
“We’re both sensible people,
I fancy—pretty well grown up
and modern, eh? I’ve felt all
the time that you were by way
of understanding me amazingly.
In fact, I think you’ve under
stood us all. You are wonder
ful, you know."
Here one of those fine hands
of hers was lifted to sereen her
face from him, just propping
her head. He could see ohin
tip and nose-tip as inexpressive
as cool, chiselled marble.
“I was—I wish that we had
n’t been interrupted when I was
speaking to you on the way to
Lone Tree. I could have put it
all over before you much better.
I’ve been so unhappy and so
bothered lately that it’s knock
ed the spontaneity out of me.
But—this morning I had a talk
wth my father."
Alec turned away and back.
Ilis lips were pale. He kept his
profile to her and fingered an
ornament on the mantel with his
long, nervious fingers.
“I would do anything in the
world to make him happy,"
said Alec, his voice suddenly as
broken and eearnest as a peni
tent boy’s—“anything in the
world to help him back to life."
She gave him a quick, low
answer from behind the shelter
ing hand.
“So would I—almost any
thing J”
He came impulsively to her
side.
“We are one, then, in that.
We both love him, and he loves
us both. Claire, you do know,
don t you, what he wants most
—what he lies there hoping
for?"
She did not speak.
“Jane ise devoted to you," he
went on, trying to return to the
self-possession he desired.
“You see, it would be the nat
ural thing in the world. You
are quite one of us. You seem
to like us all—to like Breeine
House. You fit in. And what
I can give you—"
“What can you give me?"
she asked curiously.
Uli, a man hates to trot out
inducements. Only these things
have to be got at practically and
frankly nowadays. It’s per
fectly obvious, at any rate. I
admire you as much as women
I’ve ever known. You’re splen
did in every way. And you
have what lias got to be con
sidered by many of us land
holders when it comes to marry
ing. Is this a hateful way to put
it? You seem a clear-sighted,
modern woman. You’ve given
me to \inderstand—”
“What,” she asked him very
gently, “have I given you to
understand?”
“I don’t fancy for a moment,
you know, that you’re in love
with me. But we’ve got more
most people have to begin on - a
mutual friendship and respect.”
“Even at that, Lord Tremont,
you take a very, very great deal
for granted,” she told him; “an
amazing deal.”
He stiffened.
“I’m paying you the compli
ment of prefect frankness,” said
he. “I take it for granted that
you Ye a woman of the world.”
Then, to his horror, Claire began
to laugh. She bent her face to
both hands. It was not happy
laughter - not the old light, musi
cal clashing or cymals,, but it
was the laugher of humuor, pure
and human, a touch of rdicule, a
grain of bitterness, of mockery, a
triumphant, kindly understand
ing, tears in' it somewhere; but
over ad above all it was laugther,
real laughter from the heart: the
kind of mirth unkown to ani
mals, unknown to children, un
known to ignorant, early youth,
a tearsure wrung frqrn^ experi
ence and pain and <t better un
derstand of oneslf; th® sort of
laughter that priks bubbles and
throws down masks; a glorious,
pitiful, tragic laughter, which
perhaps angels do not need in
heaven, but which might make
possible their tender dealings
wth hj^nanity.
Alec stood stock - still and list
ened to it. The flush spread from
under his eyes, up and down,
covering his face from hair to
collar.
‘ ‘ Alec! ’ ’ she said presently, us
ing his name for the frist time,
and put out her lyind.
lie straed at it, his own hands
clenshed.
“You can laugh f” he said.
“You can laugh when my father
“Ah!” She turned and looked
up at him. “Ah! But, you see,
1 mcrying too. I’m crying most,
and my laughter wasn’t all for
you. A great deal of it was fol*
myself. I’ll ttry to explain it to
you.”
She had dried her eyes, and he
saw that she shaking, which sur
pristd him even in his wrath,
which at this moment was tre
mendous.
“I am afraid,” h® said stiffly,
“that I must not wait now to
listen to youf explanation. Be
sides, it seems to me unnecessary.
Your amusement explain itself.
Only I must ask eyou to believ®
that my mistake was, under the
circumstaneces, prefeetjy nat
ural.”
i nave come to believe so my
self,” she said simply. “Your !
whole attitude is proably the
most natural thing in the world.
I have been - a fool. Don’t you
suppose I realise it? Give me cre
dit for fair - mindedness. And
jet I believe many women in my
position would have treated you,
in sheer self - defence, to some
thing much worse than laughter”
* ‘ I am to tell my father, - ’ ’
At that sh0 was beside him,
her hand gripping his arm.
“You shall tell him nothing!”
she cried, her blue eyes com
manding him.
“Nothing! I have made him a
promise myself. Listen! You have
no time this morning, you
say—”
Here a servant knocked. Claire
stepped back, and Alec, opening
the door, received a massage as
to the urgency of the business of
da certain Mr. Unterberg. He
turned with stiff politeness to
Claire, who stood by window
now, struggling, it seemed, with
tears.
“Excuse me, please; I have a
vistor. It’s a matter” - he half
chocked, as though that noose
had lighten round his throt - “of
some importance.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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Predicts Coal Burning
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Chicago.—Burning raw coal will
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Bogus Gourmets Anger
Members of Paris Club
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