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"MY PCAHLSl"
SY'NOrSIH.-IJlHllklim the pros
pect of u month's visit to her
Hiislcro aunt, I-ndy Krythea
l.ambc, nt Jervmilx ubbcy, ntul her
cougln, Alexander Utmhe, Alince,
vivacious daughter of tlio Very
llpveronil Viscount Hcroopc, wan
dors Into tho park, thcro encoun
tcrlnc a strnnKe youth. He laugh
ItiK'y Introduces himself as "Hilly,"
Amerlciin. The two lido on his
motorcycle, tho "FlyliiK Sphinx,"
and part. With Oconclna Ucrners,
her roiiBln, Aimed Beta out for Jor
vaulx. Sho decides that UcorKlna
shall Impersonate her at Jervaulx,
while sho koos on a holiday, (Jror
Rlnn'M horrlllcd protest Is unavail
ing Almeo attain meetH 'Hilly."
lie tills her his name Is Spencer,
and flic gives hers us Amy 'Snooks,
at prcHont "out of n Job." Hilly
offers to tnle her Into partnership
in selling H16 Sphinx. In a spirit
of madcap udventuru, she ncccpls.
Tho two proceed to tho town of
Stunhoc, tuklng separate lodgings
In Ivy coltaga, Tirnt night Almce
vlaltH Cenrglna and learns that tho
deception law not liccn discovered.
She compels Georgian, to contlnuo
the subterfuge. On a trial spin,
with Hilly, Almeo nearly lulls them
hoth liy going too fHt, hut her
nerve uwaliens Billy's admiration.
CHAFTER V Continued.
There was nn astonished shout and
n cry of warning lihead. A law; car
riage, with two fat horses and a fat
coachman, seemed to be right on top
of Almeo's handlebars. Sho swerved
and braked violently, while the horses
were reined back on their haunches;
the Sphinx toppled sideways, shooting
Hilly clean through the screen of
brambles thai covered the ditch.
Almeo performed a sort or semi
somersault, and landed on her feet'
with an Intoxicated stagger. For one
nwful moment she found herself fac
ing the unitized occupants of tho car
riage. She was conscious of tho face of
CJoorglnn, very white, staring at her
open-mouthed, with eyes as big as
saucers. Beside Georgian sat a tre
mendous, elderly lady, gripping n
lorgnette, and speechless with anger.
A largo young man In black, his eyes
matching Georgian's for size, had
started up and was grasping the side
of the carriage.
In a fraction of a second the truth
telegraphed Itself to Almeo's llustered
'brain. Aunt Krythea!
Almeo leaped the ditch like a cha
mois, right over the top of Hilly;
plunged through the tall hedge as a
circus rider goes through a hoop, nnd
vanished.
"Is anybody hurt, there!" gasped
Mr. Alexander I.ambe. "Is"
"Nope. Not here," said Hllly's
voice fenhly from the ditch. A pair
of hooted legs waved among the
brambles.
"I never saw nnythlng so disgrace
ful In my lifts l" cried Mr. Lambe.
'Tour number! I want your num
ber. I!"
I. aily ICrythen, whose face was
crimson, leaned forward and snioto
(the coachman twice violently In tho
back with the handle of her parasol.
"Drive on fool!" she said explo
sively. Tho coachman started and whipped
up the fat horses. Mr. Lambe stag
gered as tin; carriage went forward.
, "Aunt' he said, "(hat that woman,
tvho was driving, ought to bo appre
hended! If I had my way "
"If I had my way," retorted Lady
Krythea, "she'd be whipped! She and
all her tribe. Hut the Idiot (lerva.se,
of course, was on the wrong side;
we've no .so. I hope their wretched
machine Is wrecked. Sit down, Alex
ander, do you hear!"
Mr. Lambe obeyed, protesting falnt
Iv Gooiglnu, with one hand pressed
to her bosom, felt as though she were
on the point of heart-failure.
I "Hussies," said Lady Krythea, qulv
rlug, "and louts! Country's overrun
jwtth them. Decency Is dead!"
The carrlnge Jingled round tho cor
ner anil disappeared.
Hilly Spencer collected himself from
among the brambles and regained tho
road, with tho till of a sailor cast
away on an Inhospitable coast. Almeo
thrust an Inquiring face through tho
hedge, and emerged.
"Hilly I" she cried. "Are you dam
aged?" "Not a bit. Only scratched."
"And the Sphinx 7"
"Hrako lever bent, that's all. Noth
ing serious."
Almee suddenly sat down on the
edge of the ditch and began to laugh.
She laughed till the very road threw
back the echo; scandnlous Inughter.
"That's good!" said Hilly, grinning.
"That's the stuff I I was afraid It
inluht have shaken you. Go on
laugh !"
"You'll never let me drive her
ugalnl" gasped Almee, mopping her
utreumlng eyes.
"Won't 1 1 Why, you've learned the
game you'll nuver do that stunt
twice. Only thing I fenred, It might
have shaken your nerve. Hut you ve
ao nerve to sfcnko I You're the goods.
lint fool conchmnn was on tho wrong
ilde, uny way. Ixst's get on the
slilnx. You'll due her lUiu bird
JOY OF LIVING
Gjpyi'tbt ITS br Sidney Coun
after tlil.s. All the mime," lie added,
"that tank-bur Is 11 lilt uwkward for
your dross."
"I don't cure I can mnnlige."
"No it's got to bo fixed." Uls face
cleared. "It's (load easy! I'll got you
a pair of brooches In Syderford."
Almce, diiinrounded, turned nnd
stared at Mm.
"What do you tlilnlc you are!" she
exclaimed. "Tho Unlvcrsul Pro
vlder?" Billy's cliln stuck out sternly.
"I'm your partner I Get me?"
Almeo looked at him thoughtfully,
and smiled.
"All right, Hilly," sho said softly.
There was a pause. "Lot's go back to
Ivy cottage. You can drive."
Hilly mounted the saddle Joyously,
stalling his cap Into his pocket. Almeo
took her seat behind. Tho Sphinx
meandered homewurd ut an easy Ilfty
miles un hour.
CHAPTER VI HA;
"Thou Shalt Not Lie."
Genrglna Homers began the dny
well; though she came within an ace
of beginning It very badly Indeed she
was nearly late for prayers.
After the service the servants dis
persed to their duties, and Lady Ury
thea led the way to tho morning room.
She kissed Georglna with the air0 of
one conferring a benefit, and bestowed
a word of approval on Alexander, who
was looking at Georglna with some
concern In his large eyes.
"You look a little tired, cousin," he
said, "did you rest well?"
"Oh, y-ycs," said Georglna, "the
the Journey yesterday was a little
tiring."
"Perfect health," said Lady Krython,
"Is not only desirable, It Is a duty, In
the young."
Hreiikfast proceeded In silence, till
Lady Krythoa made her announce
ment. "The carriage will be ready for us
all ut ten," she said. "Koinembor
that one does not keep horses waiting.
We shall drive to Syderford."
"In that case," said Mr. Lambe, "I
must be excused now. I huvo many
things to do before ten."
Lady Krythoa watched bis exit with
some anxiety.
"For n man of Alexander's phys
ical development." she said, "I feel
sure he does not eat enough. A
mouthful of whiting and half a cup
of tea! He would rather die than In
dulge In meat on u Friday." Lady
Krythoa was making excellent prac
tice with a grilled sole. "That, of
course, Is quite right. Hut he curries
some things to extremes. I am not
wholly sure that Alexander Is sound
on the subject of marriage," continued
Lady Krythoa, with her customary di
rectness. "I am. of course, a High
Churchwoman. Of thnt faith, I know
very well, there are many who hold
that a priest should bo celibate. I do
not agree with them for one moment.
Let those differ from mu who will I
"My Judgment Is Never Mistaken."
nay that even a clergymnn Is essen
tially Imperfect until he has a wife."
Georgian Hushed slowly scarlet.
Lady Krythea turned the ear-tranipet
to her Inexorably, and waited.
"I am quite sure of one thing,"
roared Georglna Into the ear-trumpet,
with almost a touch of rebellion,
"that Al-Alextinder will1 do what he be
lieves Is right and nothing else."
lit) must be guided," said Lady
Krythea firmly. "On no other point
should I presume to direct a Clerk In
Orders. Hut, In this matter, men
even such men as Alexander are as
children. Tho Judgment of an experi
enced woman Is alono of value here.
Alexander Is my heir. Jervaulx will
be his. He owes a duty to his nice
and namo; duty must guide us all.
At times Alexander seems to mo nl
mtfst almost too devout. I qninetlines
wish" with it slight sigh "thnt Alex
antler were a llttlo more human. A
touch of Adam a mere Eoupcou, as It
iiiii
I
0
Illustrations by
were of naughtiness Is not wholly un
attractive in n young mnn."
Georglna staretl at her In amaze
ment, wondering If she had hoard
aright. And Georgian was guiltily'
conscious thnt a similar thought had
crept, unbidden, Into her own mind.
Lady Krythea's eyes, meeting her
gnzeybecamc stony.
"I was referring, of coursc.'i she
said, with sonic sternness, "to tho duty
good women owe themselves In re
forming young men of thnt type. In
n girl, Mightiness Is abhorrent to me
absolutely abhorrent. Hussies nre my
especial aversion." She smiled, and
laid n hand on Gcorglnn's shoulder.
"I don't know why I speak of them.
Nor enn I understand, my dcur, how
such n mistaken Impression of you
could have renched U3, before we
knew you.
"For," she added, rising, "I have
formed my opinion of you, Almee, and
my Judgment Is never mistaken. The
wnmnn does not live who could de
ceive me. Almce, my dear,-you are
free to follow any occupation you
choose until ten o'clock."
Georglna made her wny upstairs
and sank Into tho most luxurious arm
chair In her bedroom.
"How perfectly lovely It would be
here," she sighed, "If only things were
proper and regular. Hut they uren't!"
Georglna, gazing before her, fell
Into a day-dream. Presently, the
sound of the carriage passing beneath
her whitlow roused her with a start,
and hastily donning u wrap she ran
downstairs.
"Sit next me, Almee," snltl Lady
Krythea, settling herself comfortably
In tho carriage. "Alexander, you will
take the other seat. I dislike having
anyone Immediately opposite me."
For two hours, at least, all troubles
were to be left behind. As the car
riage bowled through the sunlit park
Georglna, lying back against the cush
ions, under tho benign gnzo of Alex
under, felt Inexpressibly soothed.
When the carriage returned to Jer
vaulx, Georglna fell rather than de
scended from It. Almost In a state
of collapse,' she preserved some sort
of outward composure and retreated
to her bedroom us a hunted fox goes
to earth.
The collision with the motorcycle
on the Syderford road opened new
horizons of terror for Georglna. It
seemed to her like tho climax of a
nightmare. What Jn the world was
Almeo doing? Who was Hie man It
was evidently a man, though Georglna
had seen little of him except his
boots that was with her. What was
happening to the wretched girl?
"It's too awful I" said Georglna hys
terically, "and I'm responsible. I
think I shall go mad!"
Later In the nfteruoon, in the nat
ural course of things, she found her
self alone with Alexander In tho gar
dens. She looked at him with timid,
yet hopeful eyes. Here, ut least, was
righteousness, kindliness, wisdom.
Georglna felt sho could keep things to
herself no longer.
"I am afriiltl that narrow escape
tills morning has upset you, Almee,"
he snitl sympathetically.
"Yes I was rather upset. Hut I
am better now. Don't let us talk of It.
C-Cousln Alexander, there Is some
thing I want to ask you," she satd
suddenly. "I should like your your
guidance. Imagine thnt somebody
who was dear to nit somebody one
loved very much had got Into dltli
cultles, and was In danger of expos
ure. Anil punishment. Tliut It was
In one's power to save them. Suppos
ing that It would help, would It be
very wrong to tell a a fib?"
Alexander regarded her wonder
Ingly. "Let us give things their proper
names," lie said. "You meun n He.
You know the answer. A lie Is In all
cases not only Inadmissible, but un
thinkable." "N-not even a little one?" said
Georglna faintly. "I don't mean for
one's 'own boncllt, of course, but to
shield the other."
"There Is only one answer," he saltl
sternly. "That other must make a
clean breast of It, and bear Ids own
punishment or hers. No matter how
bitter It may be. Whoever Indulges
In such shielding is equally guilty."
Georglna felt utterly chilled.
"Is not that u little hard?" sho saltl.
"The hard way Is the way of the
transgressor," saltl Alexander, with,
some grlmness; "there Is'authorlty for
that. And yet the friend I think you
suhl a friend may give all 11I1I and
succor to the sinner, even to tho ex
treme sacrifice of himself. Hut de
celt, even the shadow of It, must by
no means enter Into tho matter. You
uru asking me what you know per
fectly well. Hut why tnlk of unpleas
ant things," he continued, "tell mo
of yourself, and your life at Scroope,
Almee."
Thero was small comfort for Geor
glna tho rest of that day. She dressed
for dinner In n state of despair. Lady
Krythea, as her custom was, oven
when en fnmlllo, ennio down splcn
tjjdly bejoweled, nnd wearing the fa
mous Lambe emernlds snld to be
worth a prlnco's runsom ou her some-
ELLSWORTH YOUNG
what bony chest. As usual at dinner
she was In n good temper.
Thero was a late delivery at Jer
vaulx, and a letter was broug'it Into
the drawing room afterward, ud
tlressed to Almeo Scroope.
"Surely, that Is your father's hand
writing, Almee," said Lady Krythea.
"My letter will hnvo crossed his. Let
us hear what he snys."
Georglna would ns soon have
thought of picking a pocket ns of
opening another person's letter. But
there was no help for It. The letter
wns dated Scroope Towers, Thursday.
At tho word of command, Georglna
read It aloud, somewhat falterlngly.
My Dearest Almoe:
I nm wrltlnK to your aunt, to whom my
love, but And myself with only tlmo bc
foro tho post KoeH to toll you I am obliged
to lcavo Scroope earlier than I expected.
As I wish to see you beforo I go, I will
come over for an hour on Saturday. I'm
sorry It Is Impossible for me to stay tho
night. I have nows of Importance for
you.
Your loving,
FATHKK.
"rt will bo tli-. first time," saltl Lady
Kiythea, a trille acidly, "that anybody
nver saw your I. tlior In u hurry."
The letter put the finishing touch
to such a day as Georglna hail never
dreamed of. Sli. went to bed hnlf
an hour later. Hcfore she fell asleep,
her pillow was wet.
CHAPTER VII
The Way of the Transgressor.
Georglna nwoko with a start. The
light from n tiny electric torch dnz
zled her eyes; somebody was shaking
her violently.
"Wake up, old thing," whispered
Almeo's voice; "It's like trying to
rouse the tlead. I'm anxious about
you. What did they say about that
little stunt on the Syderford road?"
Georglna sat up with a gasp, and
clutched Almee with both hands ns a
drowning person clutches a life-buoy.
"It's you. Is itl" sho said fiercely.
"I've got you, Almeo make up your
mind to It! This dreadful business
Is finished. We're done for espe
cially you!"
"Kb!" exclaimed Almee, n llttlo
startled. "What have you got the
breeze up about now?"
"You'll know very soon! Who,"
said Georglna sternly, still holding
her, "wns that Man that was with
you? Who was he?" ,
"Man?" snld Almee. "Oh, you mean
Billy. .One of tho host thnt ever
stepped! A clinking good sort."
"B-Bllly?" echoed Georglna In n
shaking voice. "Tell me. Tell me
nil !" she snld, tightening her grip.
"Well, why not?" saltl Almee, nnd
forthwith she related the Saga of
Billy. Tho tale, as It proceeded,
seemed to affect Georglna with creep
ing palsy. When It ended, she was
trembling violently. She made two
unsuccessful efforts to spealc. She
reminded Almee of n hen with some
thing stuck In Its throat.
"You are staying with this Mnn?"
gnspetl Georglna. "This Spencer In
Stnnhoe? Ami lift let you do it? Tho
man's a end!"
Almee sprang up. tearing herself
loose from her cousin's hands.
"Bow dare you say that I Cad? If
there's only one gentleman on this
earth, It's Billy!"
She glared at Georglna.
"There's no beastly .sentiment in
Billy, thank heaven. That's whywwe
became pals; because we want to got
nway from It nil. I see nothing wrong
In It nor does he."
"Then he's n fool !" said CJoorglna
bitterly. "Oh, what can one say?" she
groaned. "I know there ' nothing
wrong. That yon are incapable of
of " sho choked. "And Ibis num.
From what you tell me, lie Is Just
such another ns you. He is not a
man he Is a child ! Or he Is from
some place where things art.' very
different from what theyare with us.
Hut you are living In Hastslilre not
in the desert. You know what Kust
shire Is. If ever this comes out as
come out It must your repututlon
anil your good nume are goru. fin
ished !
"That, I suppose, you do not care
for," sho saltl bitterly, rising unit
facing Almee, "but one thing I can tell
you ami you may believe me. This
thing will kill your father!"
Almeo staretl at her blankly.
"I know your father, better, per
haps, than you do, Almee. To Lord
Scroope, black Is black and white
white. No one Is more proud, more
sensitive. Thnt his daughter should
be living In un obscure lodging, under
an assumed name with a strange
man she picked up on the high road.
I tell you, quite soberly nnd certnlnly,
that It will break his heart."
There was a long silence.
Suddenly Almeo sat down on tho
bed nnd began to cry. She cried with
tho abandon of a child of ten, but
very piteously.
"I never wanted to hurt Dad I" sho
snullled. "I didn't think I didn't
jee-
"Do you understand at last?'
sald
Georglna grimly.
"Y-yes," gulped Almeo slowly, "I
believe I do. Dad! I " sho caught
Georglna by the arm. "I must keep
hat from huu I inuatl"
"We must keep It from him," said
Georglna trembling, "at any cost. We
must find n way. for his sake and
yoilrs. This muddle at Jervaulx can
not be hidden; we must face It. But
your father must never hear of the
other thing. What are wc to do? He
is coming here tomorrow afternoon!"
Tearfully sho gave her cousin the
news In Lord Scroope's letter. Almee
stared In blank dismay.
"We have till five o'clock tomor
row," faltered Georglna. "I don't
enro wlint JiJ.'Pi,cn5 .? mo there's
nothing I won't do to save you,
Almce." Her face brightened sud
denly. "I've thought of a way "
"And so have I!" saltl Almee en
gorly. "There's Just a cIiiiiicl go on
let's hear your plan I"
"If we can keep the whole thing
quiet till five tomorrow wo shall pull
through with luck. Should anything
turn up before then, to show thnt
you're not here where you ought to
be we're ,dono for," saltl Georglna,
tragically. "My plan Is this: You
must go nt once "
A loud clanging Interrupted her, ns
of a vibrating hnmmer striking a
gong. It Jarred horribly on the silence
of the dark abbey. Followed the
crash and tinkle of breaking glass,
and the sound of a fall. A second
gong spoird 'with a brazen tongue.
Georglna went very white.
"Grent Scott! what's this uwful
row?" exclaimed Almee.
Georglna pressed a hand to I. or
bosom.
"It's It's one of Lady Krythea's'
burglar alarms," she saltl faintly.
"The house Is full of them!"
In half a minute the abbey was gal
vanized Into extraordinary activity.
"Great Scott! What's This Awful
Row?" Exclaimed Almee.
Swift running feet padded along the
corridors. Tho" squeak of a maid
servant broke shrilly through the
chorus.
Almee and Georglna stared at each
other open-mouthed.
There wns a violent pounding on the
tloor. "Are you awake, miss?" saltl
an excited voice. "There's thieves In
the house her ladyship's Jewels sto
len! Keep your tloor locked till she
comes to you !"
Tho speaker was heard retreating
swiftly down the passage.
"That's torn It !" gnspetl Almee, run
ning to the door. "If aunt finds me
hero!"
Sho unlocked the tloor swiftly antl
opened it.
"Almee!" breathed the trembling
Georglna, "don't "
"I've got to get o'.:t, I tell you! I
can't stay here!"
Almee looked rapidly up anil down
the passage. Jt was all clear. She
lied at an amazing pace, and, reaching
the landing, was aware of a figure
of wrath, very like Britannia, but
holding a lire-shovel, striding toward
her. it was Lady Krythea.
Almee doubled like a hare.
"Stop that "woman!" cried Lady
Krythea. "Slop herl"
Almee reached the head of the
stairs just as Mr. Alexander Lambe,
with a Jacket over his pajamas, flew
to Intercept her.
"Stop!" he shouted commnndingly.
Almee, In full career, gave him n
desperate two-handed push. Mr.
Lanihe's heels flew from under him,
and he came down on the slippery oak
Homing with a hearty thump.
Down the broad stairs, three at a
time, sped the fugitive; In the lower
In Jill the butler, his bald head shining
like n comet In the gloom, rushed
ncross the line of communications.
Almee tlodged too late; the pursuer
made an active plunge, anil caught
ho.r by the skirt.
"I've got her!" shouted the butler
triumphantly. His voice rose to a
yelp as Almeo kicked his shins, but
he held on Inexorably. "I've got her!"
CHAPTER VIII
The Plot Thickens.
By sheer force of arrested Impetus,
Almee and the butler spun round each
other at arm's length like skaters on
a rink; something tipped loudly, the
butler, shooting off at a tangent, col
lided with a suit of armor pedestaled
near the wall. Tho ensuing crash sug
gested an insurrection In a hardware
shop.
Almeo skidded against the wall and,
recovering, leaped wildly over tho two
prostrato relics of feudalism tho but
ler nnd the coat of mnll and dashed
for tho double doors that stood open
before her. Thero was a curious flash
ing effect ns sho ran a gleam, ns It
I were, of whiteness. The next mo-
ment she had vanished Into the night.
Alexander rushed to the open doors
antl stared out Into the darkness, lie
heard the sound of the hunt sonio
where beyond the flr-trces. For n
moment he thought of Joining It. But
the starlit gloom gave faint encour
agementpursuit seemed very use
less. With n sudden Impulse Alexan
der ran back through the halL turned
on the light, nnd pulled open tho door
of tho telephone call room. He
snatched the receiver from the hook.
"Stnnhoe police station nut mu
through quick!" crlcil Alexander.
Lady Krythea descended the stairs,
n superb model for Boadlccn among
the wreck of tho ltoman legions. Her
eyes flashed fire, her lips were com-
pressed In n thin, tight lino, her hnntl
gripped the brass shovel. She glared
ut the disgruntled butler.
"Tarbeauxl" she cried Bharply.
"Tarboaux 1"
Mr. Tnrbcnux enmo forward, limp
ing. One hnnd pressed n crimsoned
handkerchief to his noso, which lint!
lmpncted rather violently upon the
good knight's breastplate. Ills other
hand grasped a yard of torn blue
cloth, which ho waved beforo him.
"Did you stop that woman?" cried
Lady Krythea. I
Mr. Tarbeaux' Inarticulate answer
was In the negative.
"Why not, Idiot I" snld his mistress.
"A houseful of useless Incumbrances
unable to stop a single" Tho em
purpled handkerchief caught her eye.
"Why, what is tho matter, man? Arc
you wounded?"
"I'roud-shod m' blood ladyship's
service I" snuffled .Mr. Tarbeaux.
"Couldn't help skirt tearin', in' lady."
"What 1"
Mr. Tarbeaux, with n silent but
splendid gesture, laid the piece of
torn skirt upon the hall bench.
"Clue, m' lady," ho saltl, with tho
air of a bankrupt making tho most of
his assets. "With this It should not
bo tlliilcult to trace tho thief."
"Trace her I" snorted Lady Krythea.
"If you had held on to her thero would
would have been no need to trace any
thing!" Mr. Lambe Joined them ; his mild
eye at once apprehended tho slgnltl
cance of the piece of serge.
"I cannot see that Tarbeaux Is to
blame," he said In his aunt's ear; "he
did his best, and after all It is unim
portant." "Unimportant! The infamous crea
ture bus got clear nway!"
"My dear aunt! That stupid girl
cannot huvo been the thief. You do
not really suppose this burglary was
committed by a woman!"
"Most certnlnly I do!" cried Lady
Krythea. "I can believe anything of
tho modern woman anything! She
hid when the alarm sounded, and
made n desperate tinsli for escape
when I discovered her. It Is as clear
as daylight to anybody but a fool 1
It Is certain she hail my emeralds
upon her nt the time, anil It Is lucky
none of you are killed though It
would be very little loss. Tarbeaux.
did you recognize the creature whom
you allowed so egreglously to escape?"
"No, my lady. It was too dark.
And the Incident was somewhat sud
den," saltl Mr. Tarbeaux apologeti
cally. "It was a young person I am
unable to say more. But I am sure
she was not one of our household."
"I have telephoned the police at
Stnnhoe," said Mr. Lnmbe; "they
are coming Immediately by car."
"A gleam of intelligence at last!
Thank you, Alexander nnd forglvt
nit; I am overwrought. My censure
does not apply to you. The whole af
fair Is appalling!" saltl Lady Krythea,
clenching her hands. "My pearls, tlui
diamond clmplet these comparatively
are trifles but the emeralds are gone.
Tho Lambe emeralds!"
The audience shrank before her
wrath.
"It Is incredible! Twelve years ago
the abbey was broken into tills Is the
second case. 1 had taken every pos
sible precaution, under skilled advice.
My safe Is modern; 1 considered I Jiatl
made the house Itself Impregnable at
uigiit. So It would have been, had I
been adequately served. What meas
ures did you take, Tarbeaux? 1 was
absurd enough to think 1 could rely
upon you, In an emergency like this I"
"I retired nt the usual hour, my
lady, to my room In the passage," saltl
Mr. Tarbeaux unhappily, "as I hnvj
done for years, by your Instructions,
In view of or or an emergency like
this. One of the alarms roused me;
I rose immediately, only waiting long
enough to don a garment "
"Go on, man, go on!"
"While putting them while putting
It on, my lady, 1 sounded my bell,
which connects with the other men
servants' rooms, and ran into the bull.
At that moment I thought I heard feet
on tho gravel outside, and unbolting
the front door I rushed out "
"Leaving an exit for any thief in
tho house to escape by!" snorted Lady
Krythea. "Continue your brilliant
narrative."
"I was In a house and It was
burgled. They thought it was
me and I scooted they're
chasing me."
(TO UK CONTINUED.)
Tho Buoy Season.
"What are your offlco hours?"
"Brief and Irregular during tho cam
palgn season," replied Senator So
gliuin. "My working hours occupy
most of tho day and some of the night.
I only go to my olllcu when I want to
rest."
Adjectives. '
Bill I understand he's had very ex
panslvo dealings In Wnll Street?
Will No, Very expeualvo.
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