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When a man is addicted to political vaporing he is apt to befog the issue. othe Si! a ‘| By Tom Gallon Lj L] A Woman of Craft OOOO O HA CHAPTER VI.—(Continued.) “No objection to show my face; I hope we may become better acquaint- ed,” he said. “I’ve seen you hanging around the big house down there”—he jerked his head in the direction of Hawley Park—‘“all day; I guessed you might have something to do with the place.” “I don’t see how it concerns you,” said the other, a little mystified, “but it happens that the place, under better circumstances, ought to have been mine; so I may be pardoned for tak- ing some interest in it. My name is Roger Hawley, if it interests you.” “Very much, sir,” replied the other. “My name, sir, is Owen Jaggard—at your service. You don’t know me— and I think it’s possible I may have as good a reason for lying low and keeping quiet as you have.” “Why are you so deeply interested in Hawley Park as to watch me when I go near the place?” “The lady—Miss Grace Yarwood— who has fortunately come into posses- sion of it is friend of mine,” said Owen Jaggard, coolly. “That’s why I’m interested in meeting any of what I might call her relations.” He gave a short, quick little laugh, and went on: “So I took the liberty of following you to-night when you made an excursion down into what I might call the land of the Egyptians; and there I saw two more friends of mine.” - “T don’t see how this interests me,” said Roger Hawley, carelessly. “It interests you in this way, that. there seems to be something of a mys- tery about it. Miss Grace Yarwood has taken possession of Hawley Park.” “Well, I know that. If you're par- ticularly anxious to know, the lady is my cousin and the property has been left to her,” said Roger Hawley, im- patiently. ‘ “Your coysin? Advertised for and only recently found?” said Jaggard. “Yes, that i¢ quite right,” replied the other. ‘Why, it seems to me, my friend, that you know something.” “Down in that camp where the gip- sies are, there is an old man and a young girl, strayed into the camp to- night,” said Owen Jaggard, in a slow, tense voice. They haven’t a penny in the world; they’re outcasts—about as low down as people could be. If you saw the girl. you’d know her among a hundred 4he's tall and fair, with blue eyes.” oF aS : “Yes, yes; I saw her,” said Hawley. She came out suddenly when I hap- pened to mention the name of my cousin.” “Not surprising,” said the other, with a little laugh. “Over there is the great house where your cousin, Miss Grace Yarwood, is having a good time, with loads of money to spend; down there, in the camp of the gipsies, is another Grace Yarwood—having any- thing but a good time.” “Another?” cried Roger Hawley, ex- citedly. “Yes, there are two of them,” said Owen Jaggard. “It strikes me, Mr. Roger Hawley, that you and I have each, got an axe to grind in this busi- ness, and might be useful to each oth- er. You know something—perhaps I know a lot more. What do you say?” “Say?” cried the other, with a sud- den, quick laugh. “There’s my hand on it. Come with me!” CHAPTER VII. Grace Yarwood the Second. Roger Hawley went striding away through the darkness with Owen Jag- gard at his heels. For some time they went on together in silence. Then Roger slackened his pace to allow the other man to come up with him; after that they walked on side by side. “Strange I should meet you like this to-night,” said Roger Hawley.” “I am a man with an axe to grind in this business; if it wasn’t for my easy temper, you’d see me a man burning for vengeance and all sorts of horrible things; instead of which you see a man by constitution lazy and by dis- position wicked. The two don’t go to- gether very well except in certain cases; and, therefore, you find some one who might have gone more expe- ditiously to the bad long ago, but that it was too like hard work .to get there. The result of which is that a mere girl, whom I’ve never seen, reigns in my stead, and that a younger brother is to share her throne with her; you shall see the palace I have secured for myself in a moment or two. Such, ;my friend, was the abstract idea of justice in the mind of my revered grandfather.” They plunged down deeper into the | woods and passed at last through broken fence into what seemed to b @ neglected corner of the grounds of the great house, standing up clear, and stark, and dignified, in the moon- light in the distance. Pushing their way through some rank undergrowth, Roger Hawley and his. companion came to the door of a crazy-looking cottage with a thatched roof, and with dilapidated shutters to the windows. The half-rotten door was merely on the latch, and Roger lifted the latch and kicked the door in; then the two men into e evil-smelling, musty darkness with . ooonoonnoooooooooo0ooo “You must wait a moment while I get a light,” same the voice of Roger Hawley out of the darkness. “If you hear a rat or two moving about be- hind the walls of my palace,” he add- ed, with a laugh, “don’t be alarmed.” “I won't,” replied Jaggard, with a Jaugh. “I’ve been used to bigger ani- mals than rats in the place I came from,” he added, somewhat grandilo- quently. “And travel armed, I'll warrant,” said Roger Hawley, as he struck a light and applied it to the wick of a candle. “’Pon my word, it’s refresh- ing to meet a man like you; I think we shall be useful to each other, after all. Now you may come in.” Jaggard went in, looking sharply about his as he did so—perhaps be- cause the life he had led taught him to be suspicious of every man. Quite unconsciously, as he walked into the place, he had one hand behind him, and his fingers had closed on the butt of the revolver in his hip pocket. Rog- er Hawley noticed the movement and laughed. “Nothing to be afraid of,” he said, “If we fight, you and I, Mr. Jaggard, we shall probably fight with more sub- tle weapons. Why, what’s the mat- ter?” he asked, stopping suddenly and watching théeother man. “It’s all very well to call your place a palace, in a tone which seems to suggest that it isn’t—but I notice you are particular as to the quality of the scent you use,” said Jaggard, standing still, with his delicate nostrils moving uneasily, like those of some sensitive animal. “Scent? I don’t understand,” re- plied Hawley, with a suspicious frown. “There’s nothing effeminate about me. I don’t use scent.” “No? Then you’ve had a visitor who does, and pretty strong scent at that. I wasn’t born in the open, among Indians and wild men general- ly, for nothing; that’s why I was feel- ing for my gun when I came in, be- cause I thought you’d trapped me. I'd have sworn there was a woman here.” With a sudden exclamation Roger Hawley caught up the: light, pushed roughly past his companion, and went up the bare, uncarpeted stairs to the room above; Jaggard could hear him moving swiftly about there. Coming down again, he placed the candle on the table and looked at the other man in some perplexity. “I’m growing as suspicious as you are,” he said, with an uneasy laugh, “although I wasn’t born in the wilds and haven't lived there—until lately. I shouldn’t think it possible,” he add- ed, musingly, “that any one has been here; the place has been shut up and left to go to decay for years.” “I take it you don’t want to be seen?” said Jaggard, with a grin. “Not at present. I want to see how things are going first,” replied Roger. “I believe it was only your fancy that made you imagine any one had been here; there are a hundred scents and smells and musty odors in a place like this.” “What makes you live here?” asked the other. “In the first place, there’s no rent to pay; in the second, no one has been near it for years, and no one is likely to come near it. And I don’t want it to be known at present that Roger Hawley, elder son of the house, who should have been taking his place in that house, is hiding, as it were, in a ruined gardener’s*cottage. Now, sit down and make yourself as comforta- ble as you can, and let us hear all about the two Grace Yarwoods, in whom you seem interested.” He produced from a cupboard a wicker-covered bottle and a couple of thick, common tumblers; from be- neath the table he drew a jar of wa- ter. “There you are,” he said; now we can talk at our ease. Even if any one should come in this direction they wouldn’t see the light. The shutters are sound enough for that. I can’t say that this would be a comfortable place in the winter, because I don’t think the panes are quite sound; but it serves now. Come—I want to hear about the two Grace Yarwoods. It happened that Owen Jaggard’s keen scent had not been at fault. At the very moment that the two men came crashing through the under- growth and through the broken fence, a woman had actually been in the cot- tage, and that woman was Joyce Bland. She had heard their incau- tiously raised voices in dime and had slipped out. In the wilderness of un- trimmed bushes and shrubs about the old cottage it was an easy matter for this woman, who had led a wild life for so long in the wild places of the earth, to drop down like a rabbit and jie still and hidden. Truth to tell, Joyce Bland had be- gun to get a jittle tired of the game already, even in this matter of days. True, there was all she needed, and there was plenty of money; but the deadly monotony of it had begun to get upon her nerves. The callers had peen as well groomed and well trim- med and respectable and dull as the landscape itself; she had wanted to spring up and shout out blasphemies at them while they sat talking of in- ane things. Greatly as she had dis- liked the old life, yet she felt that this new one, with all its power and its riches, was not what she had antici- pated or expected. There was noth- ing to fight, and fighting was the very blood of the woman; there was noth- ing to do, and action and the necessity for it were as nature to her. In this mood she had started out from, the house into the moonlit grounds after her solitary dinner, and had been glad to feel the pure, sweet air of the night upon her face. She had begun to recognize, too late, that one of the penalties of her fraud must be that she could~have no friends whom she knew about her. Having eut off that shadowy past of hers, as it were, and dropped it behind her, she could not possibly lift any one out of it to be her companion; nor would she have done so if she could. With an instinct born of the life she had led, she turned naturally to the wilder parts of the grounds. The night was so fine and warm that she had no sensation of cold, even in the thin evening dress she wore; she had thrown over her dark hair a fine black lace shawl, and, her dress being black also, she was scarcely to be distin- guished from the shadows among which she moved. Not that she had any conscious desire to hide, but rath- er that the ever-present remembrance of the fraud she was practicing made her suspicious of everything and ev- ery one The night air revived her flagging spirits; she drew herself up and breathed more freely. “[’m frightening myself for noth- ing,” she muttered. “Here am I, bur- ied away in a quiet corner of this peaceful England—my claim substan- tiatefl, and every one ready to recog- nize me as what I assert myself to be —Grace Yarwood.” She stood still and looked about her, at the broad lawns and woods and fields, lying uiet in the moonlight—all belonging to her. “What shadows are there to frighten me?” she asked, with a laugh. “A girl, dead and buried long since in far-away Nevada; a wastrel of a man, lurking about the purlieus . of San Francisco, and hiding from the sight of every one; a wretched old man, with an opium-scaked brain and body. How shall they touch me here?” The idea was so absurd that she laughed to think it had ever troubled her; she sauntered on again through the grounds. “I know what I'll do,” she said. “I'll get them to put that London house of mine more rapidly in repair; I'll throw money into that, to hurry them up a bit, Then I'll plunge into London— and I’ show these nervous, dainty Englishwomen how I can ride and drive; I ought to be able to create something of a sensation that way; I'll show them I can ride anything that could ever hold a bit.\ I shall go mad if I stop down here; it’s all too sol- emn and calm and slow for me.” She had come at last to a neglected, weed-grown corner of the estate, and to a fence with a gap in it. Beyond that, down below her, lay dense woods, rustling and whispering under the light of the moon. With a little shiver, she turned back toward the house, and then, for the first time, no- ticed a little path through the under- growth, leading off toward the right. 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