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CHAPTER IH.-(Contlnued.)
"What Is the matter, Kitty?" ho
asked, In a grave, kindly tone, when
he had looked at me for some minutes.
"Nothing," I returned quickly. "Do
I look u.s though something was the
matter?"
"Yes, very much," he answered
quietly, nfter a momenta pause.
I threw my work away from me, and
looked across at him defiantly, desper
ately, with a sudden passionate Im
pulse to pour out In hitter words all
my nnger and resentment.
"Yes, Homethlng Is tho matter!" I
exclaimed.
"I knew that," he replied, in his
quiet, kindly tone.
I looked at him quickly, my breath
coming and going In little excited,
angry gasps. And In a moment, as I
looked, my flash of courago vanished.
My heart was beating fast tt!!, but
heating lu a frightened, fluttering my.
"I ought to understand your moods
by this time. Kitty," he continued gen
tly. "I knew in a moment that some
thing had worried you. Tell me all
about it."
Tell him all about If! I had sud
denly realized that nothing could ln
duco mo to tell him a word about It.
I could only wonder at myself for my
own temerity for having said so much.
I looked away hastily out of tho win
dow at the organ-man and his monkey
and the growing troop of ragged chil
dren. "Oh, It was nothing!" I returned
hurriedly. "Homethlng vexed me. It
was nothing not Important."
It surprised me that he did not urge
mo any further. He sat regarding me
gravely and thoughtfully. Them was
something of anxiety in his oycrf when
I turned my head again and surprised
his glance.
"Oh, Mr. Mortimer!"
Tho exclamation came from the door
way. Meg stood there, her hand on tho
door, and looked In and hesitated, evi
dently trying desperately to think of
Mime excuse for hastily retreating. As
John Mortimer roho and went to meet
her, she came in reluctantly, looking at
him with a half-deprecating, half
laughing glance, her blue eyes twink
ling even a.s she mutely apologized. She
I BOWED MY HEAD
stood In tho middle of the room for a
minute, us though hesitating whether
to go or atay. She took off her pretty,
shady straw hat, and shook her hair
free into loose, airy, pretty waves and
curls; then suddenly alio banlahed the
thought of retreating, sat down beside
me on the sofa and gaVc herself up to
the pastime of tormenting us.
Bending forward a little, with one el
bow on her knee, and her pretty chin
on hor llttlo pink palm, she could face
us both. Now her eyes glanced inlb
chlevously into mine, now suddenly,
with a swift Kmllc, Into his. And how
hewltchlngly prc.tty sho looked all tho
while! I found myself wondering with
a sudden eagerness, and a strango sick
ness of heart, what John Mortimer
thought of her prettlncss.
"Kitty's to leac suhool, Mr. Morti
mer," she told him presently, In an
admirably simple, natural tone. "Bid
you know?"
I bowed my head lower over my
work,conscIou3 that my fneo was grow
ing crimson, and that two pairs of
eyes were watching me.
"In that true?" ho asked.
"Mamma says so. For some nowly
arisen nnd mysterious reason, Mr. Mor
timer, Kitty is to blwom forth at onco
into a grown-up lady aren't you, Kit
ty? She's to turn up her hair and
learn how to make Jams Instead of
Latin prod!. Mamma, you must know,
awoke this morning or, rather, this
afternoon In n most astonishingly do
mestic mood. Sho descended upon us
in our nlttlng-room and took our
breath away. What do you think sho
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MtMs.tiS
HUSBAND
"Hetty," Etc,
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"Meg, don't!" I cried helplessly. "Mr.
Mortimer doesn't want to hear."
"On tho contrary, he's looking most
eager," said Meg, provoklngly cnlm.
"From nil we could gather, Mr. Morti
mer, Kitty's to renounce tho higher ed
ucation and take to ladyllko accom
plishments Jam making and the put
ting of fcathcra Into her hats. Now,
what would you say was going to hap
pen? You don't know, of course?"
"I wish 1 did!"
"Kitty, you know, was destined for a
governess "
"I'm to ho a governess still," I in
terposed. "Tho plan Isn't changed;
nothing could chaugo it. I want to bo
a governess!"
"You want to bo n governess?" re
peated Mr. Mortimer slowly, in a some
what puzzled tone. Well might he be
puzzled! Times beyond number I had
confided to him my utter detestation of
the post of precoptrcss told him I
would rather sweep rooms, make match
boxes, sell apples at street corners
do anything! Nevertheless
"I shall lovo to bo a govornossl" I
declared, with steady decision.
"Kitty my dear, dear Kitty!" ex
postulated Meg.
"I shall lovo it!" I rcpoated, with do
fiance. CHAPTER IV.
Looking up, I found John Mortlmor's
eyea still ilxod upon me -with a steady
glance, half puzzled, half troubled. Ho
made a hasty, resoluto attempt to
change tho conversation, and succeed
ed; in n few minutes Meg was gaily do
Mrlblng our plans for summer holidays
In August. She had forgotten mo and
tho pleasure of tormenting me.
"We aro going to Cornwall," and she
sighed. "Cornwall's quiet that suits
father; and Cornwall's cheap that
suits mamma. It doesn't suit us nt all.
Hoi n and I hate hills and cliffs; wo
1'kc promenades and bands and ten
nis. It's a frivolous thing to confess
we don't care! Wo detest cheap places,
and, If thero's one thing worso than a
cheap place, It's a quiet place! Are
you also coming to Cornwall, Mr. Mor
timer?" "No; I am going to Brittany, if my
present plana hold good."
LOWER OVER MY WORK.
"That's where your slstor lives?
"Yes."
"I don't think I would go to Brit
tany to see my sister if I wore you."
"Why not?"
"Oh, sho don't deserve It. I don't
like your ulster. Mr. Mortimer you
don't mind my saying so, do you?"
Mr. Mortimer smiled quickly, yet
half reluctantly.
"How did you come to know my sis
ter?" ho nsked.
"I don't know her; I don't want to
kne-w her I don't Hko her! I road nn
article of hers onco In one of tho dull
magazines tho magazines that father
taken In. It was on 'Girls of the Nino
trenth Century.' I dare say It was very
clover I know it was very horrid, sar
castic, superior, hateful! Sho was a
'girl of the nineteenth century' herself
once, I supposo, once or l Hhe nearly
ninety?"
"Sho Is Just thirty-six, Miss Meg."
"Poor thing!"
Wo both laughed at tho long-drawn-out
pity of "Meg's tone.
"At thlrty-slx I can imagine that ono
may feel a hundred!" sho said feeling
ly. "Still one may feel n hundred with
out feeling so superior about it. Father
gavo mo the article to read; ho thought
It would do mo good, and It didn't!"
"No; you don't seem to have been
benefited, I confpss."
"It only mndo mo rejoice to think
that I lived in the nineteenth century.
Girls In the last contury were much
less frivolous, as well aa lc3s independ
ent; they thought less about their hats
and dresbes made their things lust
spoke when thoy were spoken to, and
wcro altogether models of correct de
portment. Well, I'm glad 1 wasn't a
last century girl! Hcaldes, 1 haven't
tho least bit of a wish In the world to
bo dead and burled! I'm glad your
sister lives In Urlttany! Brittany's a
good long way off. If she lived in Lon
don I suppose wo should have to know
her?"
"Yon will bo sorry to hear, Miss
Meg, that I believe sho Is thinking of
coming to London."
"Oh! To live?"
"Yes I think so. She went to Urlt
tany ten years ago to live with a very
dear friend of hers, who married and
r.ettled there. Her friend, Madame Ar
nnud, Is a widow now; there Ib noth
ing to keep them In Urlttany any
longer. They aro coming to England
In September Indeed, I am going
abroad now to help them to settle
their affalrn before thoy leave."
Meg was tapping tho ground softly
with her llttlo pointed shoe, nml look
ing down nt It with an ahsoibed, puz
zled air, her brows knit In thought.
"Mndamo Arnnud Madame Ar
naud!" she repeated. "I buvo heard
of Madamo Arnnud!"
He did not offer to quicken her
memory. It seemed to me that an
expression of anuoyaneo crossed his
face.
"What B it that I have heard? I
en n't remember," said Meg, raising her
eyes and appealing to him.
Thero was a distinct note of Impa
tience in his grave tone aa ho an
swered her.
"I am Euro I can not say. What
ever you havo heard must have beeu
in her praise that ono may Bafely af
firm!" Meg mndc a little gesture of dlsdnln.
"And docs sho belong to this cen
tury?" sho asked, after a pause, her
blue eyes looking nt him seriously.
"Yes she belongs to this century,"
he said, smiling.
liut again, in splto of his smile, It
btritclc mo that the conversation vexed
him. Ho was impatient, not nt case.
I had not spoken, but now I felt a
sudden need to ask one question tho
saino question which indirectly Meg
had asked.
"Is sho young?" I asked quickly,
looking nt him.
"Not what you would call young,
Kitty," ho returned gently, in a differ
ent tone. "Sho la 3!) perhaps a llttlo
more than, 30. I have not seen much of
her theso last ten years, but I saw her
for an hour or two InBt summer; sho
was as young then as sho was nt 20.
Sho is ono of thoso women who will
never grow old. When sho cornea to
London, Kitty, you must know her.
You and sho will be good friends 1
think so."
"I don't envy Kitty," said Meg, in a
stage whisper to her pointed toe. "Is
sho a French woman?" she nsked in a
different tone, looking up again.
"No-English."
"And she married a Frenchman,"
said Meg. "How horrid! Was ho Hko
tho Frenchman ono sees upon the
stage always rubbing his hands and
bowing? Why did she marry him?"
"Because sho loved him, I suppose.
I never nsked her."
"Then why nssumo that it was love?
Very few pcoplo marry for lovo ex
cept In books or so mamma says. Not
that mamma's opinion Is worth much;
it ; her opinion that our dresses should
las: two summers, and that tho sec
ond summer, If wo look guys, wo
should bo contented. All tho same, all
people don't mnrry for love for In
stance, I henrd today of a person who
thinks of marrying for a very different
motive."
Ho showed no curiosity, nor did ho
show much signs of confusion. Per
haps ho had not heard what Meg said.
Ho did not seem, Indeed, to bo heed
ing her; ho was rising now to go.
"If ono wanted to fnll in love," said
Meg, "ono would never chooso a
Frenchman. Madame Arnaud Ma
damo Arnaud? I wonder whero I havo
heard and whnt I havo heard of Ma
dame Arnnud."
(To bo continued.)
Htrunso Duel.
Letters from Buenos Ayrcs civo de
tails of a remarkable- duel of which
tho famous Italian fencing master,
Chevalier Plnl, was the hero. Plnl re
cently opened a school of arm3, in tho
Argentlno republic, and, having been
subjected to some criticism by u local
Journal, told tho bcrlbu In his own
frank, pleasant way what he thought
of him. Reparation was demanded nnd
pistols wero tho weapons selected. Tho
conditions of meeting wero singular.
Tho adversaries wero to be placed back
to back, and nt tho word of command
were each to tnko fifteen steps forwnrd
and then turn around nnd flro Rlmulta
neously. On tho ground tho men wore
plnced as arranged, and, ut tho given
slgnnl, began to march forward, ono of
tho seconds counting tho steps. Plnl
had only mndo flvo strides when ho
heard a report nnd the whistle of a bul
let past his ear. Ife turned nnd saw
his adversary with tho smoking pistol
in his hand. Plnl, In a furious rage,
dropped his weapon, rushed at his man
and gavo him a bound threbhlng with
his fists. Tho seconds took sidca for
their respectlvo principals and a gen
eral moleo wont forwnrd until somo
gondnrmes arrived. Plnl's ndverbory
then tool: to his heels, and boa not
been seen since P.ill Mall Gazette.
A Itnniloil Adder.
When Tom Hood was passing hla
honeymoon In tho country ho killed
an adder ono day. "Tell your father,"
he wrote to his wife's sister, In do
scribing tho Incident, "that they aro
called adders because two and two to
gether mako four."
Tlio fxrnn u Loiic-Mred lllril.
Among it, blrriii tb swan Uvea to be
tho oldest, in extreme cases reaching
300 yoare. The falcon has been known
to live over 162 years
THE BUIllUAll.
i.
Donaghuo knelt at the door and put
a practiced ear to tho keyhole. There
was a faint sound of breathing, ro still I
that Dounghuo pleased his rough ear
still closer to the brassy aperture In
tho door and listened even more Intent
ly. Hlrt small eyes glistened In the dark
hallway Hko tho eyes of a eat (hit had
been nicknamed "The Cat" for thh
very peculiarity), but there was no one
In the housa to fcu thiuc glistening
eyes save the servants, fast nslrcp two
stories above, and tho occupants of this
one room. He had watched that hoiiKo
three preceding dns nnd nlghta. II" !
anew mat it was occupied by a young
man and hla wife -evidently newly
married and beyond doubt rich. It
knew that the Kcrvants wero a cool.,
two maids, and n butler, and he hint
almost worked out In his mind Jus
whero the pretty wife placed her Jew
elry when she went to bed In the w-
ond-floor room, and Just what me.iiH i
the husband took to secure his pioli.i- j
bly well-lllled purse.
Donaghuo was patlenco personllled.
nnd ho received the reward that all
patience deserves. Ills thin face broad
ened Into ntmllc as ho realized the fae:
that the breathing was that of a wom
an, nnd that she was nlone.
When ono Is In tho habit of making
social calls of the description that
Donaghue wns making it Is much bet
ter to find husbands nway from home,
tho servants and occupants of the
house all asleep, and the policeman on
tho bent quite out of hearing.
Donaghuo was not In tho habit of
entering the mansions of the rich by
tho front door, or being ushered Into
the presenco of tho hostess by a liv
eried flunkey, of mnklng pollto Inqui
ries concerning her health, and depart
ing, after leaving his enrd.
The fact was, Donaghue shrank from
notoriety. Ho preferred n quiet en
trance by tho window wholly unob
served If possible, nnd, departing, left
not his card nor anything else was of
'DON'T MENTION IT,"
valucnndat tho same time portable. In
deed, Donaghuo was not the tall, hand
some fellow that most heroea aro. On
the contrary, ho was of medium height,
sparo, slouch, and had a general ap
pcaranco that was anything but pre
possessing. "Dead easy," said Donaghue to him
self. "A young married couple, ns 1
thought, and husband's away on the
loose. She'a calling his name lu her
sleep. But I needn't expect him until
morning, and when ho does como homo
he'll probably bo drunk. That's what
I call dead easy."
He turned tho knob of tho door and
opened It tho fraction of an Inch. His
small eyes glistened In the dark nu ho
found thnt tho door was not locked and
that in all probability It would not
squeak.
"Tho easiest thing I've struck la my
twenty years' experience." said Don
aghue, again to himself a remark that
was noteworthy only bpeaiino Don
aghue was little over 20 years of age,
and, therefore, must have begun his
efforts to get on In tho world nt quite
nn early age.
Slowly and with Infinite oaro he
openrd tho door and entered the mom.
Four fcot from him. ns he stood al
most breathless, with his hand still
clasping the knob of the door, lay tho
sleeping form of a woman. A Hood of
moonlight from the window foil upon
her and melted the pink of her cheek,
the cream of her throat, the laee of hor
night-dress, and the white sheet that
wrapped Iier. into one senil-golden hue.
Tho undulation catwsert by her breath
ing mado her look like n drooping Illy
swayed by the gentloBt of breezes.
"Great heavens!" thought Donughuo,
"what a beauty!" Hn could hear hor
faintly mutter the name "Paul--Paul"
at Intervals, and he had n vaguo con
sciousness of a certnln dUrrtpect for
Paul, whoever bo might be. A man
roust bo a brnta to leave euch i. wom
an alone at night. II lingered but a
lmmirnt, tlntigh. Beauty was a thing
of little aluo to Dunaghue. 111!! own
Maggie was haidly curcd with tho
fatal gift of beauty, and sho was quite
;M jeiiiou as other wlvcn. Ho stepped
,.oftv nmj o.iilrkly to the drosslng-raso
!lt t'ni, other end of tho room. He
plekrd up a perfumed lace handker
chief and threw It away Impatiently,
although In his more youthful days
a hire handkerchief ho would have
considered a prize of no mean value.
Below It he found what he wanted
.uid exported a locket and chain, n
Jeweled watch, n heivy bracelet, a
pin, and what seemed to him a handful
of rlnns. He held them nil up In the
inoniillaht nnd noticed how they
spmkled In his trembling hand, and h
nulled with delight.
"Theie'a uothlne the matter with
this." said Don ighue, nlmoRt aloud.
"She won't lonl. ho pretty lu llm morn
ing, after w h.tn cried for an hour or
two rthe'l: n, of course, but she'
i Mi. and can arToid to Iiwp them. Hhe
aii gel others Just like Ilium. Her
husband will buy them for her Juitt to
keep her pietty mouth shut about hi
being out so long. Handed If I ''
how In- f.in keep away long enough to
give a fellow like mo a chance to make
a living."
He turned and looked at her. lie
felt like adding a stolen kiss In the
other Jewels he had taken. He almost
laughed aloud at the thought of nueh
n mull as he kissing such a peerless
beauty as the woman who lay on the
bed before him. And ho was Just about
to depart as pearefully as a social
caller, when suddenly bo heard the
illumining of the front dour In tho hall
below,
"Hor old man," said Donaghue, for
getting that he was probably a young
man; "and I'm caught unugni imr-glnry-tcn
years nt lenRt. I'll. kill him.
But I'll be caught whether I kill him
or ' not, and" (solf-upbrnldlngly) "I
rould hnve got away easily enough If
I hadn't stopped to look nt her."
Again he stopped quickly to the door
and listened. He heard footsteps In
the hnll beneath, The man had stepped
ANSWERED DONAGHUE.
Into the back parlor, or llbrnry, which
ever It was. Perhapa tho nun had been
nut on bnslne.SK and would stop thero
for a mlnuto or two at bis desk. Per
haps there was, nfter all, a chance for
escape. He was cool and careful. Ho
droppod the Jewel on the bed. It would
not do to bo cnught with them about
him. And he went out.
II.
The door yquenked this time, nnd the
young wife started In her sleep, awoke,
and half-roso In her bed.
Donaghue, at the name time, heard
the Hhufllo of feet In the room below.
Ho pnused and listened at tho top of
tho stairs.
Even though the man had heard tho
door squeak ho had not left the back
room.
Donaghua tripped down the stairs ns
softly as a cat. Ho had been In a tight
fix before, and he wan never eloveror
than when hn knew that ho was In
danger.
But luck wns against him. There
was a fur rug at tho foot of tho stairs.
Tho floor beneath was polished. He
hlipped and fnll, nnd In splto of him
self ho uttured an exclamation that was
profane enough to bo unmistakably
masculine. He heard tho man rush
from the. library, and how It all hap
pened he hardly know, but somo way
or other ho managed to dash Into tho
dark imrlor, to throw wpen tho window,
and Jump out.
Ho expected to fnll at least eight or
ten feet. Ho did not fall two. Ho had
Jumped out nn a porch, evidently, for
ho could see tho railing In tho moon
light. Thero was, ono thing to do to
hide dlreetly, beneath tlio window In
the shadow and wait. He knew his
pursuer would be there In n moment.
He know thero would be a hue and cry.
Still, there was a chance.
True enough, tho man camo to the
window hut, to tho Infinite Mirprlso
of Donagliue, he made no outcry. Ho
beard tlio man utter n lulf-nrllculato,
"Heaven has It como to tlilsl" Ho
heard him walk n few stops nnd strlko
a match. He saw tho light of tho gas
Jo tn from tho window and then ho
know that he was safe, and ho cursed
himself for a fool for leaving the Jow
els behind,
It was tantalizing'. Ho raised him
self cautiously and looked In tho room
Tho man wns sitting In a gront arm
chair In tho center of tho room sobblnr
an though his heart would break. Don
nghuc almost laughed aloud at tint
slyht. There was somothlng In It nil
(hit he could not understand. lb'
wanted to find nut tho renl meaning
of It, Brsldpc, he had n sort of dnie
devil Idea that perhaps after all be
might gel the Jewels. Ilo waited
lie had hardly time to scratch Mm
head In perplexity when the door of
the room wax opened, and tho woman,
whose beauty had boon unconsciously
the cntiM' of Donaghue's folly, entered
hhe wai still In her night-dress, hut
she wn- eiy pain and very frightened
She ran to the tubbing man and fell on
her knees ns hho cried out:
"Oh, Paul. Paul! what Ih the unit-
tor?"
To DnnnghiiP's surprise the iniiu
pushed her roughly awny.
"How cm you look inn In the fnuiV"
he ciled. "How dnre you como to nn
after this?"
Calmly the woman raised hernedf In
her feet, and, looking nt tbo manTtfoh)
In a forced whisper: x
"What do 1 moan. You know what
1 nirnnj" nWwcred tho ninnT ''Ho Mm
been here St last perhaps wot for Hie
first time. But I havo found lt,ul 1
have found you out."
Donaghuo heard n stifled, moan and
tho crash of a body as ll' fell, jn
the. floor. Ho began to gather a criulo
Idea of what It wan nil about. Ho hud
some experience with Maggie. IfoJmd
been Jraloun himself onco. Ho rrtlsetl
himself a llttb higher nnd peered over
thntdll of tho window.
The woman wns not moaning Qff.
but In a dend faint, and, with her fa
as white as tho shcot that covered hei
In the room above, she lay nqtloplcuf.
nt tho feel of tho mnn who flVeuiA'd
hrr.
Tho ninn stood over hor with burn
ing cheeks nnd clenched hands.
"And the cur ran nway from yqp
Ho didn't even stay to light nin Hko u
mini! He's a euwaid. I know it whoi'
we met him In Baden. He's n villain
1 knew It when hu followed us to Ion
don. He can take you now. 1 don't
want you. And somo day ho'll inn
away from j (ill, poor, beautiful,' nilsui
nble fool, Jiiht ax he ban run away frqni
me."
Thero wns conMdernblc human na
ture In Donnghiic, oven thoifah-'IiQ rilil'
make htn )llng In a pcrullnr way
This was a little more than ho could'
stand. Ilo Jumped up aurl-li'nprd buck
through tbo window.
"I.ouk here." hn shouted, and then
was suddenly silent, 'for a pair ol
strong hands weie olanped about 1itt
throat, and tho heavy weltfbt of I lie
larger man bad borne hint to the flout
In a moment. '
"You, such a being aa you, m wife'n
lover!" roared the mnn,
"No!" norPaniod,Ipniiahuq,,iiMl(lnn '
desperate effort to frou himself,
"Well, who aio you?" nnlil tho man
"Let nn Hit up nnd I'll tell you,"
anawored Donaghue. '
Tho man released him, etlll keeping
him within arms' reach In the coriici
of tho room. Donnghiu) felt his throat
tenderly.
"Well?" said tho mnn, peremptorily
"I'm tho man thnt wan In tlm liouso, '
said Dnnnghue sullenly.
"What do you mean why were you
hero?" askqd the man.
"Well," answered Donaghuo, regain
ing some of his customary brnvnilo,
"I wanted to add somo of your
Jewelry to my collection. See? Jf
you don't bellovn mo, you'll, find It
where 1 threw It away, up In your
wlfo'n room."
"I shall fond' for tho police nnd have
you arrested," said tho man, quietly
"Thnt wouldn't bo vnry fair," said
Donaghue. "I camn back here becaut.n
I wanted to clenr things up between
you nnd your wife. I could havo jcot
away easily enough. If I wero you, I'd
send for a doctor, and even though Vim
a thief, I'd ask my wlfn'H pardon. Yon
may not got a nhanco, tho'njjfi. )e
looks ns though sho wore doa'd."
The man turned nml dropped to bin
linros by tho filde of tho pro.ytrali
woman. Ilo put his-par tojhwrr'hjjlitl
and when ho raised his hoad - again
Donaghue tnw that there were leriiw In
his eyes.
"Thank God, aho ban only fainted!"
tnU tho man. "Bring mo some water
from tho library." '' ' '
Donaghue brought tho water In a hoI
Id silver pitcher that made him High
with u vain wish that ho had got nway
with It nnd the JowpIh above.
"Sho will be nil right In a moment,"
said tho mnn; "and you may go."
"Thanks," said Doiiughiie, nuiicbn
lnntly, going toward tho window,
"Perhaps, It Id I who ought to,Uifthh
yon," said tho man, "foi' uftir! nil soil
havo proied that my wife Is true In
me."
"Don't mention It," nnswuiPd Jjona
ghuo, nrf ho disappeared "at, lcn$t ot
to tho police. "Sparo Moment.
nin itmificM.
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