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A MAKER
OF HISTORY
By E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM,
Author of "The Mister Mummer." "A Prince of Sinners," "Mysterious Mr.
Snbin," "Anna the Adventuress." Etc.
Copyrltfht. 1003. 1000. by LITTLE. DROWN, and COMPANY.
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Our Big Bargains!
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CHAPTER XIII.
Of have heard now," Dun-
eoiiibo said Ilimlly, "thi' whole
history of my wanderings. I
fool like a niiiii who lias boon
beating tlio nlr. who has boon at war
with unseen and Irresistible forces. I
never seemed to have a chance. In
plain words, I have failed utterly!"
The two men were sitting In a room
Impossible of classification. It might
have boon a study, smoking room or
gun room. The walls were adorned
with stags' heads and various trophies
of the chase. There were guns ami ri
fles in plenty In a rack by the chimney
piece, a row of bookcases along the
north wall, golf clubs, cricket bats and
foils everywhere. A pile of logs ready
for burning stood in the open grate,
and magnificent rugs were spread
about the lloor. Nowhere was there
the slightest trace of a woman's pres
ence, for Dunoombe laid no sisters, and
his was entirely a bachelor household.
Duncombo himself and Andrew Pel
ham were seated In great easy chairs
Jn front of the open window. It was
his first line evening at home, and lie
was drinking in great drafts of the
fresh, pure air, fragrant with the per
fume of roses and great clusters of
wallflowers. Paris had seemed to 1dm
like a great oven. All the time ho had
been half stilled, and yet lie knew very
well that at a word from Spencer lie
would have returned there at an hour's
notice. He knew, too. that the home
which he had loved all his days could
never be quite the same place to him
again.
Andrew roused himself from rather
a prolonged silence.
"You wore a brick to gb, George," ho
said. "It Is more than any one else In i
the world would have done for me."
Duncombo laughed a little uneasily,
lie knocked the ashes froni his pipe
and refilled It slowly.
"Andrew," he said, "I don't want to
-seem a fraud. I daresay that I might
Iiuvp gone for you alone, but I didn't."
His friend smiled faintly.
"Ah!" lie remarked. "I had forgotten
It hasn't worn
I tell you, Andrew, ' ing the thoughts of both of them.
vour little infatuation.
off yet, then?"
"No, nor any signs of it," Dunoombe
answered bluntly. "It's an odd posi
tion for a matter of fact person like
myself, isn't It?
I've really tried to care for some of
the girls about here. The place wants
4i mistress, and I'm the tenth baronet
lu the direct line. One's got to think
jibout these things, you know. I've,
tried hard, and I've never even come
near It."
"It will wear off," Andrew said. "It
is a very charming little fancy, a most
delightful bit of sentiment, tJeorge, but
with nothing behind it It can't last."
"Perhaps not," Duncombo answered
iuletly. "All that I know Is that it has
.shown no signs of wearing off up to
jiow. It was lu Paris exactly as It Is
here. And I know very well that If I
thought It would do her the least bit
of good I would start back to Paris or
to the end of the world tonight."
"I must readjust my views of you,
George," his friend said, with mild
satire. "1 always looked upon you as
fair game for the Norfolk dowagers
with their broods of daughters, but I j
aever contemplated your fixing your
affections upon n little piece of paste
board." "Hot! It Is the girl herself," Dun
combo declared.
"l$ut.you have never aeon her."
Duncombo shrugged his shoulders.
He said 'nothing. What was the use?
Never seen her! Had she not fouud
lier way Into every beautiful place his
life hud knowledge of?
"If you had," Andrew murmured.
"Ah, well, the picture Is like her! I
remember when she was a child. Sho
was always fascinating, always de
lightful to watch." i
Duncombo looked out upon the gar
dens which he loved and sighed.
"If only Spencer would send for mo
to go back to Tarls," ho said, with a
Blgll.
Andrew turned his head.
"You can imagine now," he said,
( "what I have been suffering. The do-
' sire for action sometimes Is almost
maddening. 1 think that tho man who
sits and waits has the hardest task." I
They were silent for some time,
smoking steadily. Then Duncombo re-
rerted onco more to his wanderings, f
"You fometrilibr tho story they told
no at the caff, Andrew," ho said. "It
was a lie, of course, but was Miss
I'oyuton nn.vlhlng of an artist?"
"To tho best of my belief," Andrew
answered, "sho has never touched a
.brush or pencil since sho left school," I
Duncombo looked out into the gath
ering twilight.
"It is a devil's riddle, this!" he said
slowly. "Why did she go to that place
at all?"
"tied only knows!" Andrew mur
mured. Huneombo's teeth were hard set. A
paper knife which he had caught up
from the table snapped In his fingers.
There was something in ids throat
which nearly choked him.
"Phyllis Poyntou," Andrew contin
ued, "was as sweet and pure a woman
as ever breathed. Sho must have
loathed that place. She could only
have gone there to seek for her brother
or"
"Or for whom?"
"For those who knew where he was."
Duncombo turned his head.
"Andrew!"
"Yes, old chap!"
"Let me look at her photograph
ngain."
Andrew drew it from ills pocket and
nassed It over. Duncombo studied it
for several moments under the lamp
light. "You are right, Andrew," lie said
slowly. "For her the other things
would' not bo possible. I wonder"
His fingers clung to the photograph.
He looked across at his friend. There
was a slight flush In his face. He spoke
nervously.
"Andrew." he said, "I'm afraid it
sounds a bit brutal, but this photo
graph Is no use to you just now, Is It
until your eyes get bettor. Will you
lend It to me?"
"I couldn't," Andrew answered quiet
ly. "I can't see it now, of course, but I
like to feel It in my pocket, and It will
bo tho first thing I shall look at when
the doctor lots me take off these beast
ly glasses If over he does. Lntfi then
-well, 1 like to feel I've got it. That's
all!"
They both smoked furiously for sev
eral moments without looking at one
another. Duncombo spoke first.
"Andrew!"
"Well." ,
"If she comes back, shall you ever
ask her to marry you?"
"I don't know, George. I'm poor,
and I'm twelve years older than Fho
Is. I don't know."
There was another silence. Then the
conversation drifted back once more to
the one subject which was monopolist
"I tell you what seems to me to be
the most extraordinary part of the
whole business," Duncombo said.
"First, the brother disappears. Then,
without a word to any one, the sister
also rushes off to Paris and vanishes
from the face of the earth after a se
ries of extraordinary proceedings. One
supposes naturally that If they have
come to harm anywhere If there has
been a crime there must have boon a
motive. What Is It? You say that their
banking account has been undis
turbed?" "It was last week. I should hear If
any checks wore presented."
"Anil the boy's letter of credit even
bus never been drawn upon!"
"No; not since h" left Vienna."
"Then the motive cannot be robbery.
Thank heaven," Duucyjnbe added, with
a little slniudo;'. "that It was the boy
who went first."
"Don't!"
A great winged insect came buzzing
Into the room. Duncombc struck vic
iously at It with the palm of his hand.
"Lord," he muttered, "what a fool I
am! I've never been away from home
before, Andrew, without longing to get
back, and here I am just back from
Paris In August, from turning night
Into day, from living just the sort of
life I hate, nud I'd give anything to bo
going back there tomorrow. I'm a
haunted man, Andrew. I got up last
night simply because I couldn't sleep
and walked down as far as the pad
dock. I seemed to see her face in all
the shadowy corners, to see her mov
lug toward mo from among tho trees.
And Pin not an imaginative persou,
Andrew, and I've got no nerves.
Look!"
He held out his hand, strong and
linn and brown. It was as steady as a
rock.
"I can't sleep," ho continued. "I
can't rest. Is there witchcraft in this
thing, Andrew?"
Andrew Pelham laughed shortly. It
was a laugh which had no kinship to
mirth.
"And I" lie said, "liavo seen her
grow up. Wo wero boy and girl to
gether. I stole apples for her. I have
watched her grow from girlhood into
womanhood. I have known flesh and
blood, and you a cardboard imagOj. I,
(Continued en Pafca Six.)
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