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CHAPTER, XXV. (Continued.) Instantly the girl's manner changed. Ghe glanced at the Rembrandt with a shrewd smile that meant something be- yond a mere act of prudence well done. ‘Then she went dwn to the library and Gegan an eager search for a certain ook. She found it at length in the “David Copperfield” in the “Charles Dickens'” edition of the great novel- fst’s works. For the next hour or so ghe was flitting over the pages with the cipher telegram spread out before her. A little later, and the few jum- bied, meaningless words were coded eut Into a lengthy message. Christa- Bel read them over a few times, and then, with the aid of a vesta, she re- duced the whole thing, telegram and all, to tinder, which she carefully crushed and flung out of the window. She looked away down the terrace, ehe glanced at the dappled deer, knee- deep in the bracken, she caught @ glimpse of the smiling sea, and her face saddened for a moment. “How lovely it all is,” she mur- mured. “How exquisitely beautiful and hoy utterly sad! And to think that if 1 possessed the magician’s wand fsr a moment I could make ev~ erything’smile again. He is a good ‘ran—a better man than anybody takes fhim to be. Under his placid, cynical surface he conceals: cs deal of suffering. ‘Well, we shall see.” She replaced the vGappertialt on the shelf ani turned to go again. In the fall she met Lord Littimer, dressed for ‘ding. He smiled as she passed. “Au revoir till dinner-time,” he said. “T've got to go and see a tenant. Oh, yes, I shall certainly expect the pleas- re of your company to dinner. And ow that the Rembrandt—” “Tt is safe for the afternoon,” Chris- fabel laughed. “It is generally when the family is dining that the burglar thas his busy time. A pleasant ride to you.” CHAPTER XXVI. An Unexpected Guest. “Mord Littimer returned, as he de- eiared, with the spirits and appetite of @ schoolboy. All the same, he did not for one moment abandon his usual critical analysis. He rattled on gaily, fut he was studying his guest all the eame. She might have been the typi- eal American lady student; but he was not blind to the fact that the plain muslin and lace frock she wore was made in Paris, or that her manners and style must have been picked up in the ‘best society. She sat there under the shaded lights and behind the bank of fiowers like as to the manner born, and fer accent was only sufficiently Ameri- can to render her conversation piquant. “You have always been used to this elass of life?” Littimer asked. “There you are quite mistaken,” ‘Chrisbel said, coolly. “For the last few years my existence has been any- thing but a bed of roses. And your re- mark, my lord, savors slightly of im- pertinent curiosity. I might as well @sk you why your family is not here.” “We agreed to differ,” Littimer re- sponded. “I recollect it caused me a @reat ‘deal of annoyance at the time. And my son chose to take his mother’s part. You knew I had a son?” “Yes,” said Christabel, without look- fing up from the peach she was peeling. “— have met him.” “Indeed! And what opinion did you form of my son, may I ask?” “I rather liked him. He seemed to ame to be suffering from some great ‘trouble, and trouble I am sure that was mot of his own creating.” “Which means to say you feel rather worry for Frank. But when you say the trouble was not of his own creating ‘you are entirely mistaken. It is not a mice thing to say, Miss Lee, but my son was an utter and most unmitigated young counrel. If he came here, he would be ordered out of the house. So far as I am concerned, I have no son at all. He sides with his mother, and his mother has a considerable private fortune of her own. Where she is at present I have no idea. Nor do I care. Seems odd, does it not, that I should thave been very fond of that woman at ne time, just as it seems odd to think that I should have once been fond of treacle tart?” Littimer spoke evenly and quietly, with his eyes full upon the girl. He ‘was deceiving himself, but he was not deceiving her for a moment. His cal- Tousness seemed to be all the more marked’ because the servants were in ‘the room. But Christabel could see clearly what an effort it was. “You love your wife still,” she said, ‘so low that only Littimer heard. His eyes flashed, and his face flamed with @ sudden spasm of passion. “Are we to quarrel so early as this?” the whispered. “¥ never quarrel,” Christabel said, eoolly; “I leave my antagonist to do that. But I have met your son, and I ike him. He mey be weak, but he is a gentleman. You have made a mistake, nd some day you will be sorry for it. ‘Bo you grow these orchids yourself?” Littimer laughed, with no sign of auger remaining, All the same, Chist- abel could sce that his thin brown hand tainty. Somebody was climbing ‘up the ivy to the window. Leaning eagerly forward, Christabel could hear the sound of labored breath- fing. She seemed to see the outline of @m arm outside, she could catch the quick rattle of the sash, she could al- most see a bent wire crooked through the beaded edges of the casement. Yes, @he was right. The window swung motselessly back, and a figure stood poised on the ledge outside. ‘With a quick breath and fluttering et her heart Christabel felt for the ewitch. “It will be all right,” she murmured; “the other one will fancy that the light am Crimson By Fred M. White Blind is necessary. Courage, my dear, cour- age, and the game is yours. Ah!” The intruder dropped inside and pulled the window behind him. Evi- dently he was on familiar ground, was shaking. She noticed the lines that pain had given under those shrewd black eyes. “You must see my orchids,” he said. “Most of these specimens I obtained myself. They tell me I have at least three unique kinds. And now, if you will permit me, I am going to smoke. The drawing room is at your disposal, though I rarely enter it myself. I al- ways retire at 11, but that need not bind you in any way. It has been alto- gether a most delightful evening.” But Christabel did not dally long in the drawing room. As she went up stairs and along the corridor she heard the snapping of the electric lights all over the house as the servants were preparing to retire. She paused just a moment in the alcove where the pre- cious Rembrandt was, and located carefully the position of the switch there. Then she retired to her own reom, where she changed her dress to a simple black gown. A big clock some- where was striking 12 as she finished. She looked at the door. The whole house was in darkness, the silence seemed to cling like a curtain. She paused for a moment, as if afraid to take the next step. If it was fear, she shook it aside resolutely and crept into the corridor. She carried some- thing shining in her hands, something that gleamed in the dim, uncertain light from the big window. She stood, just for an instant with a feeling that somebody was climbing up the ivy out- side the house. She felt her way alony until she came to the alcove containing the Rembrandt, and then she stopped. Her fingers slid along the wall till her fingers touched the switch of the elec- tric light. af She stood for a long time there per- fectly motionless. It was a still night outside, and there was nothing to ac- count for the rustling of the ivy leaves. The rattling came in jerks, spasmod- ically, stopping every now and then and resuming again. It was no longer a matter of imagination, it was a cer- though he seemed to be seeking an un- familiar object. Christabel’s hand stole along to the switch; there was a click, and the alcove was clothed in brilliant light. The intruder shrank back with a startled cry. He rubbed his dazed eyes. “Why not front door, Mr. drawled, coolly. Frank Littimer had no words for a moment. He was wondering who this woman was, and what sh> was doing here. American, evidently, by her ac- cent, and also by the revolver that she handled so assuredly. “That is the way (you used to enter,” Christabel proceeded, ‘when you had been out contrary to parental instruc- tions and the keepers expected to have a fracas with the poachers. Your bed room being exactly opposite, detection was no easy matter. Your bed room has never been touched since you left. he key is still outside the lock, Will you kindly enter it?” “But—’ Frank stammered. assure you that I cannot—” “Take the Rembrandt away. You cannot. The frame is of iron, and it is fastened to the wall. It would take an experienced carpenter quite a long time to remove it. Therefore, your mission has failed. It is very annoying, because it puts the other man in a very awk- ward position. The position is going to be still more awkward presently. Please go to your room.” “My dear lady, if my father knows that I am in the house—” “He is not going to know that you are in the house, at leest not for some little time. And when you see him it will be better not to say more than is neces- ssry. Later on you will recognize what a friend I am to you.” “You are not showing it at present,” Tittimer said, desperately. “The patient rarely sees any virtue in his medicine. Now, please go to your room. I can hear the other man mut- tering and getting anxious down below. Now, if you approach that window again, I arma pretty certain that my re- volver will go off. You see, I am an American, and we are so careless with such weapons. Please go to your room at once.” “And if I refuse your ridiculous re- quest?” “You will not find my request in the least ridiculous. If you refuse I shall hold you up with my weapon and alarm the whole house. But I don’t want to do that, for the sake of the other man, He is so very respectable, you know, and anything unconventional may be so awkward-for him. Yes, it is ji I expected. He is coming up the ivy to investigate himself. Go!” The revolyer covered Littimer quite steadily. He could see into the blue rim, and he was conscious of strange, cold sensations down his spine. A re- volver is not a pretty thing at the best of times; it is doubly hazardous in the hands of a woman. “What do you want with me?” he esked, “My dear man, I want to do nothing with you. Only do as you are told and —there! The other man is coming up the ivy. He can’t understand the light, and you not returning. He imagines that you are looking in the wrong place. Please go.” Littimer backed before the weapon, backed until he was in the doorway. Suddenly the girl gave him a push, shut the door to and turned the key in the lock. Almost at thé same, moment an- other figure loomed large in the window frame. ” i come in through the Littimer?” Christabel “But I CHAPTER XXVIII. Slightly Farcical. ‘ Something bulky was struggling to| ‘get throuzh the window. Half-hidden | x in the shadow, Christabel watched with the deepest interest. If she had been afraid at first, that sensation had en- tirely departed by this time. From the expression of her face, she might have been enjoying the novel situation. It was certainly not without a suggestion of the farcical. The burly figure contrived to squeeze through the narrow casement at length, and stood breathing loudly in the cor- ridor. It was not a pleasant sight that met Chritabel’s gaze—a big man, with a white, set face and rolling eyes and a stiff bandage about his throat. Evidently the intruder was utterly ex- hausted, for he dropped into a chair and nursed his head between his hands. “Now, what has become of that fool?” he muttered, “Ah!” He looked around him uneasily, but his expression changed as his eyes fell on the Rembrandt. He had the furtive look of a starving man who picks up a purse while the owner is still in sight. He staggered toward the picture and endeavored to take it gently from its support. He tried again and again, and then, in a paroxysm, of rage tore at the frame work. “I guess that can’t be done,” Christa- bel said, drawlingly. “See, stranger?” Reginald Henson fairly gasped. As he turned round the ludicrous mixture of cunning and confusion, anger and vexatious alarm on his face, caused the girl to smile. “I—I beg your pardon,” he stam- mered. “T said it can’t be done,” the girl drawled, coolly. ““Sandow couldn't do it. The frame is made of iron, and is fixed to the wall with four long stays. It's a neat job, though I say it myself. I persuaded Lord Littimer to have ‘t cone. And when I heard you two prowl- ing about down there I was glad. I’ve got the other one safe.” A “Oh, you've got the other one safe?” Henson said, blankly. He would like to have burst into a torrent of passion, only he recognized his position. The thing was shamefully funny. It was anything but nice for a man of his distinguished position to be Getected in an act suspiciously like vulgar burglary. Still, there must be some plausible way out of the difficulty, if he could only think of it. Only this girl, with the quaint, pretty face and spectacles did not look in the least like a fool. He “would have to try what blandishments would do. “Are you aware who I am?" he asked, blandly. “What does it matter? I've got the other one, and no doubt he will be identified by the police. If he doesn’t say too much he may get off with a light sentence. It is quite easy to see that you are the greater scoundrel of the two.” “My dear young lady, do you actually take me for a burglar?” ‘There was a note of deep pain in Hen- son's voice. He had dropped into a chair again, with a feeling of utter weakness upon him. The girl's resolute mien and the familiar way in which she handled her revolver filled him with the deepest apprehension. “I am a very old friend and relative of Lord Littimer’s,” he said. “Oh, indzed! And is the other man a relative of Lord Littimer’s, also?’* “Oh, why, confound it, yes. The other man, as you call him, is Lord Litti- mer’s only son.” “Christabel glanced at Henson, not without admiration. “Well, you are certainly a cool hand,” she said. \““You are two clever thieves who have come here for the ex- press purpese of robbing Lord Littimer of one of his art treasures. I happen to catch one, and he immediately becomes the son of the owner of the place. I am so fortunate as to bag the other bird, and he resolves himself into a rel- ative of my host’s. And you really ex- pect me to believe a Hans Andersen fairy story like this?” “T admit that appearances are against me,” Henson said, humbly. “But Lam aaaeute the truth.” “Oh, indeed. Then why didn’t you come in through the front door? The violent exercise you were taking just now must be dangerous to a man of your build.” “I am afraid I shall have to make a clean breast of it,” Henson said, with what he fondly imagined to be an en- gaging smile. “You may, perhaps, be aware that yonder Rembrandt has a history. It was stolen from ‘its present owner once, and I have always said that it would be stolen again. Many a time I have. urged Lord Littimer to make it secure.” “How grateful you should be to me for having done so!” “Ah, you are cynical, still, which is a bad thing for one so young and—er— charming. I came down here to see my very noble relative, and his son accom- panied me. I came to try and make Feace between father and son. But that is a family matter which, forgive me, I cannot discuss with a strangec. Our train was late, or we should have been here long ago. On reaching the castle it struck me as a good idea to give Lord Littimer a lesson on his care- lessness. My idea was to climb through the window, abstract the Rembrandt and slip quictly into my usual bed room here. Then, in the morning, after the picture hal been missed, I was going to tell the whole story. That is why Mr. Littimer entered this way, and why I followed when I found that he had failed té return. It was a foolish thing to do, and the denouement has been Be humiliatiag. I assure you that is all.” “Not quite,” Christabel “There is ‘something else.” “And what may that be, my dear young lady?” “To tell your story to Lord Littimer before you sleep. That kind of romance may do for Great Britain, but it would not make good family reading in the States.’ ’ “But, my dear young lady, I beg of you, I implor2 you—” “Come eff the grass! I’m to let you ‘go quietly to bed, and retire myself, so that when morning arrives you will be missing together with as much plunder as you can carry away. No, sir!" ‘Henson advanced, angrily. His pru- dence had gone for the time. As he) came down upon Christabel she raised’ her revolver and guick succession over Henson’s shoul- | der, The noise went echoing mes re- verberating along the corrid crackling of thunder. A open with a click, and then cab hinig drawled, | seriously. Egad, this would be a love- ly story for one of those prying society two shots in| in his mind had he known what those “Now, I guess the fat is in the fi Christabel said. it Henson dropped into a chair ana groaned. Lord Littimer, elegantly at- tired in a suit of silk pyjamas and car- rying a revolver in his hand, came cool- ly down the corridor. A curious ser- vant or two would have followed, byt fe waved them back, crisply. “Miss Lee,” he said, with a faint, sar- castic emphasis, “and my dear friend and relative, Reginald Hc1son—Regi- nald, the future owner of Littimer Castle’!’ “So he told me, but I wouldn't believe him,” said Christabel. “It is a cynical age,” Littimer re- marked. ‘Reginald, what does this mean?” Henson shook his head ureasily. “The young lady insisted on taking me for a burglar,” he groaned. “and why not?” Christabel demand- ed. “I was just going to bed when I heard voic2s in the fore court below and footsteps creeping along. I came into the corridor with my revolver. Presently, one of the men climbed up the ivy and got into the corridor. I covered him with my revolver and fair- ty drove him into a bed room and locked him in.” “So you killed with both barrels?” LLittimer cried, with infinite enjoyment. “Then the other one came. He came to steal the Rembrandt.” “Nothing of the kind,” the wretched Henson cried. “I came to give you a lesson, Lord Littimer. My idea was to get in through the window, steal. the Rembrandt, and when you had missed ti, confess the whole story. My charac- ter is safe.” “Giddy,” Littimer said, reproachful- ly.. “You are so young, so boyish, so buoyant, Reginald. What would your ruture constituents have said had they seen you creeping up the ivy? They are a grave people, who take themselves papers, ‘The Philanthropist and the Picture.’ I've a good mind to send it to the press myself.” Littimer sat down and laughed Es pure enjoyment. “And where is the other partridge?” he a&ked, presently. - Christabel seemed to hesitate for a moment. Her sense of humor of the situation had departed. Her hand shook as she turned the key in the door. “I am afraid you are going to have an unpleasant surprise,” Henson said. Littimer glanced keenly at the speak- er. All the laughter died out of his eyes; his face grew set and stern as Frank Littimer emerged into the light. “And what are you doing here?” he asked, hoarsely. ‘““What do you expect to gain by taking part in a fool’s trick like this? Did I not tell you never to show your face here again?” The young man said nothing. He stood there looking down, dogged, qui- et, like one tongue-tied. Littimer thun- dered out his question again. He crossed ov2r, laying his hands on his son’s shoulders and shaking him.as a terrier might shake a rat. “Did you come for anything?” he de- manded. ‘Did you expect any mercy from—" “Frank Littimer shook off his grasp gently. He looked up for the first time. “TI expected nothing,” he said. “I—I did not come of my own free will. Iam silent now, for the sake of myself and others. But the time may com 08, knows it has been long delayed. For the present, I am bound in honor to hold my tongue.” He flashed one little glance at Hen- son, a long, angry glance. Littimer .coked from one to the other in hesita- tion for a moment. The hard lines be- tween his brows softened. “Perhaps I am wrong,” he muttered. “Perhaps there has been a mistake somewhere. And if I ever find out I have—pshaw ! I am talking like a sent- imental schoolgirl. Have I not had evidence strong as proof of Holy Writ? Get out of my sight! Your presence an- gers me! _Go, and never let me see you egain! Reginald, you were a fool to bring that boy here to-night! See him off the premis2s and fasten the door again.” “Surely,” Christabel interfered, ly, at this time of night— “You should be in bed,” Littimer said, tartly. “My dear young lady, if you and I are to reraain friends, I must ask you to mind your own business. It is a dreadfully difficult thing for a woman to do, but you must try. You under- stand?” Christabel was evidently putting a strong constraint upon her tongue, but she merely bowed and said nothing. She had her own good reasons for the diplomacy of siltnce. Henson and Frank Littimer were disappearing in the di- rection of the staircase. “I say nothing,” Christabel said. “But, at the same time, don’t fancy I shall care very much for your distin- guished friend, Reginald Henson.” Littimer smiled. All his good-humor seemed to have returned to him. Only the dark lines under his eyes were ac- centuated. “A slimy, fawning hound,” he whis- pered. “A mean fellow. And the best ef it is that he imagines that I hold the highest regard for him. Good-night.” CHAPTER XXVIII. A Squire of Dames. A little later, and Christabel sat be- fcre her looking, glass with her lovely hair about her shoulders. The glasses were gone and her magnificent eyes gleamed and sparkled. “Good night’s work,” she said, to her smiling reflection. “Now the danger is passed, and now that I am away from that dreadful house I feet a different being. Strange what a difference a few hours has made! I hardly need my disguise—even at this moment I believe that Enid would not recog- nize me. She willebe pleased to know that her telegram came in so usefully. Well, here I am, and I don’t fancy that anybody will recognize Christabel Lee and Chris Henson for one and the same person.”” She sat there brushing her hair and letting her thoughts drift along idly over the events of the evening. Regi- nald Henson would have felt less easy thoughts were. ‘Up to now that oily acqundrel, Dageet Lipactt sett the de- passed into Bell's possession. But Chris was quite aware of tht fact. And Chris, as Chris was sup- posed by Henson to be dead and buried, und was, therefore, to play her-cards as she pleased. Up to now it seemed to her that she had played them very well, indeed. A cipher telegram from Long- dean had warned her that Henson was coming there, had given her more than a passing hint what Henson required, and her native-wit had told her why Henson was after the Rembrandt. Precisely why he wanted the picture, she had not discovered yet. But she knew that she would before long. And she knew, also, that Henson would try and obtain the print without making his presence at Littimer castle obvi- ous. He was bringing Frank Littimer along, and was, therefore, going to use the young man in some cunning way. That Henson would try and get into the castle surreptitiously Chris had felt from the first. Once he did so, the rest woull be easy, as he knew exactly where to lay his hands on the picture. ‘Therefore, he would have no better time than the dead of night. If his presence were betrayed, he could turn the mat- ter aside as a joke, and trust to his na- tive wit later on. If he had obtained the picture .by stealth, he would have discreetly disappeared, covering his tracks as he retreated. Still, it had all fallen out very fortun- ately. Henson had been made to look ridiculous; he had been forced to ad- mit that he was giving Littimer a les-) son over the Rembrandt, and though the thing appeared innocent enough on the surface, Chris was sanguine, later on, that she could bring this up as evi- dence against him. “So far so good,” she told herself. “Watch, watch, watch, and act when the time comes. But it was hard to meet Frank to-night and be able to say nothing. And how abjectly miserable he looked! Well, let us hope that the good time is coming.” Chris was up betimes in the morning and out on the terrace, She felt no fur- ther uneasisess on the score of the dis- guise now. Henson was certain to be inquisitive, it was a part of his nature, but he was not going to learn anything. Chris smiled as she saw Henson lum- bering towards her. He seemed all the better for his nighé’s rest. “The roses bloom early,” he said, gal- lantly. “Let me express the hope that you have quite forgiven me the fright J gave you last night.” (To be Continued.) Odd or Even? An incident which casts a. very clear light on one side of the characteristics of the Western steel “magnates” and their bravado carelessness over monev, occurred in an up-town hotel the other night. It occurred in the cafe, of course. “John,” said one, throwing a bill down —they are always John and Tom to one another—“John, what is it, odd or even?” “Odd,” was the nonchalant reply. The pill was picked up. It was a note for $500. “I don’t believe I have the cash with me, Frank, said the loser. He drew a roll of bills from ‘is pocket, and, find- ing he had more than he expected, ex- tracted one for $500 and handed it over to him. No more was said on the mat- ter, and the interrupted thread of con- versation was picked up.—New York Post. New York’s Real Rulers. Ccunt Macsukata, the former premier of Japan, during his trip through the firancial district on Tuesday, expressed amazement at the physical greatness of the city; but when the Japanese corsul general, Yasnoske Chki, took the statesman of the Flowery Kingdom to the city hall to present him to May- or Low, the couat was perplexed, “Ts this where the great city is gov- erned?” he inquired. Told that it was, he looked at the big puildings which dwarf the city hall, and inquired: : “How does a government so humbly housed command obe'dience? In Wash- irgton your capitol embodies the majes- ty of the nation. But here your gov- ernment sits at the feet of giants. Are not the lords of these great palaces, pointing to the sky-scrapers, the real rulers here?”—New York Times. Mrs. Lewis’ Gifts to Charity. Few people in England or elsewhere do as much in the cause of charity as Mrs, “Sam” Lewis, upon whom the sul- tan of Turkey, not long ago, conferred a decoration, in recognition of her re- markable liberality to the destitute of all faiths who are liwing in his capital. There is scarcely a field of charitable endeavor in which Mrs. Lewis does not figure, eithef as a giver or as a worker, or as both. When the organizing com- mittee of the King Edward hospital fund published its last report, the list of announced contributors contained Mrs. Lewis’ name conspicuously pub- lished opposite a quarterly subscription of £2,500, F ifty thousand dollars a year to'one charity is liberal giving, in- deed.—Brooklyn Eagle. 1 Superstition Hard to Kill. For more than a millenium England has been a Christian nation, yet in the museum at Oxford we see images brist- ling with rusty nails and needles, which demonstrate the late survival of a be- lef in sympathetic magic in the rural communities whence these objects come. Within the university itself I secured a dessicated specimen of a familiar vege- table which an officer of one of the col- leges had carried for years as a pre- ventive of rheumatism. Neither centu- ries of enlightenment nor the revolu- tionary changes of this progressive age have exterminated such beliefs. They even adapt themselves to the new con- ditions, as in the case of the lady living within the shadow of the walls of Har- yard university, who maintains, that carbons from arc lamps are a sure pre- ventive of neuralgia!—Journal of Amer- ican Folk-Lore. In one of the Philadelphia colleges, al professor of chemistry asked a ee i the other day: 5 “Now, suppose you were called to a Their Words Stuck. 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