Irv the Fowler’s Srveure^ ^ By M. B. MAN WELL / s-A-f . i > CHAPTER IX.—(Continued..) | Looking on, thankful for his wife’s | i temporary brightness, was Gervis. too j much encumbered by his robes of ici L and snow to join the dancers, and holding his hand was little, misshapen Syb—she, too, perforce, being a spec tator and never an actor in the merry games of life. "It’s a pretty sight, isn't it. little Syb?” heartily said Gervis, determined in his honest, manly fashion to be proud of the wife he had won. Gladdy, light as a sprite, was dart ing up and down in the old-fashione 1 dance, and every eye was fixed upon her dainty figure, in its dress of sil very brocade. She, too, had blood-red berries fastened in the folds of her wedding gown and a great bunch on her left shoulder. “If Leila had on a dress of silver brocade, and diamonds on her neck, she would look a thousand times pret tier than that thin girl!” was Syb's harsh reply, as she glowered at the shining little figure dancing up and down the middle. Before the startled Gervis could col lect himself to reply a disagreeable, low laugh made both Syb and he turn quickly. Temple-Dene was liberty hall, and the scientist had again shut himself up In his room all day, deep in some abstruse calculations, doubtless. But the music and laughter had drawn the hermit from his cell, and he stood close behind them, with a strange, mocking smile on his thin lips. "Little missy has distinct powers of discrimination, evidently,” Paul Ans