The evening world. Newspaper, December 3, 1904, Page 9

) ~ a “ Mt « rs a a j 8 f f t a 1 ! ‘ ! i ti J és : : , ° + thea’ me of 7m wi : 2 } a ' 4 THE SATURDAY EVENING NOVEL THE SATURDAY EVENING NOVEL NEW YORK, SATURDAY, DEC. 3, 1904. ee ee ThagBrido gO f*96le1 5 ‘ A . a ' dearg as he (Printed by Arrangement Between The Evening World and William Ritchie, Publisher, No. 70 Fifth Avenue, New York.) Donald, holding himself well In control, left the room; but oh! with such a look of suffering, and a jook of awful wrath sadder to see because with It was the baffled rage in his eyes that that wrath must be unwreaked—it was aguinst | @ woman! Miss Barry called a maid, and wih them Helen went t her room, sobbing, The evening of the day on which Leontine Rarvon made her demand upon Glendearg in the presence of the woman he loved, Morton called on Mrs. Rarson, and exclaimed, ‘Perfectly done! You have hurt him—you have helped me,” She looked at the man opposite her with a smile which made him fean “Now I can trust you, my dear Ralph. No, not because I have a sense which tells me that you are trustworthy. You are not, It is because you are in this boat with me, Take another glass of wine, man, You've done nothing to make you tremble; nothing to what you must do, You only telephoned to me when and where I coukd find Glendearg and the woman he loves together, at a time of day when I coun easily call. Nothing. There is work for you to do.” “For me to do? | only wanted to end Glendearg’s chances with Miss Fenno, That ds done, So far I helped you, because you would help me, I am satisfied.” , “Lam not, First, Ralph, let me tell you why I went in for philanthropy, I wanted some men who, for money, would do work for me nekther you nor I (Copyright, 1904, by William Ritchie.) coukt do. a soineianiepinidiammaant SNES! “I went into the slums to make acquaintance with thugs; men who will rob, CHAPTER I. maim, kit for money. I have met them. It took time, but I am not yet th and would have worked for this until I was elghty, if need were, As it was, th > hunt was long, The hunt!" A Woman Scorned, ~ She drank a glass of wine slowly, and was silent for a minute before she HE Jowel of the Bride of Glendearg? You'll see it when Donald | looked up and sald, “Did I say that I have some thugs, amithroate, ready $6 is earnestly in love—and thinks he has won his bride. ‘Tis @ bon- | for ust” me bauble, and was given to a Lord of Glendearg by Mary Stuart “And to meet—to know—such men was the object of your work down theré in just before that unfortunate sovereign's imprisonment in Loch- | the slums?” Morton gasped. leven Castle, It's printed in a book what she sald: “This jewel She laughed, “Truly, Ralph, the cloak of charity is as convenient as it ts is for your bride, Glendearg, and always for a bride of Glendearg.’ large It has covered all my sins, and made dear Miss Barry keep one decent Donald's mother gave it to him in her last days. and she told the story and said | “00r in New York open to me, Don't be pale, man. I shall not have Glendearg ‘My son, none but honest women who have been true wives have worn this jewel,’ | Killed. A weaker woman might do that. Not L To have him drugged and and Donald answered, ‘Its history shall not change through any act of mine, thrown into the river would—end the hunt! I want something more. My men—I mother.’ " have a dozen if they are needed—will bind him; bring him to me. That is all Such was the old story of the famous Jewel as recounted to strangers by one | they need do. Bee, Is this not beautiful?” or another of the tried family retainers on Donald Glendearg's usmense Canadian She turned, and picked up from a table an tnnocent-looking case, dnd drew estate. This ostate in northern Canada had been settled by the Scotah ancestors fom KH a knife, of Donald's present vassals, and its inhabitants had for centuries vowed fealty 1 had }t made for me,” she sald, showing it to Morton, and watching with to the Glendeargs as to feudal lords. Donald jokingly referred to the domain as | ® *m™ile his repugnance. “My men will bring him to me—bound, helpless! I'll dis- “the Village” and to its residents as the “Villagers.” Yet at heart he was a true figure him 80 that no woman can ever look into that face without loathing.” adherent to the feudal traditions inherited from his Scottish forefathers; and in | | pd pA a ooh all your men will have a fight,” Morton said, fascinated physique, too, he bore out the popular idea of the Highland latrd, : : 7 In height he was about 5 feet 10, The almost abnormal breadth of his should- ‘Twelve of them™ do asked. “My plans are carefully made. I know his ers and the knotted muscles of his whole body implied tremendous physical | [\7™eil. But there te work for you, my dear Ralph. First, you have Low, sh * face Indicated powerful oe wa aed ceesiiner paren ~ hepato ricteas ace r He came to me after I had let him know that I wanted a way) He said he Donald Glendearg divided his time between “the Village” and New York. In saee by of re Glendearg, who actually cuffs the fellow® cars, I trust the latter place he was merely known as a popular man about town and @ grow- » for he claims that Glendearg did not pay him all the wages due him, and ing power on Wall street. to let my lawyer begin sult for a miserable Hittle sum egainst Glendearg But of late there seemed a possibility that the Jewel might soon require bur- ine ane bo aoe by — I yor c-. allew ry to do that; but tt shows thas nishing for a bride, Helen Fenno, a beautiful New York heiress, had (as was ap- earg useful to us. “Very well, then,” sald Mre, Rarson. ‘Now do feel certal parent to every one in thelr set) won the heart of the young Laird, and was not, ttle scene at Miss Barry's house will end Gle Ja road oe ae apparently, averse to his sult, ndearg Mrs, Rarson asked th Helen, her aunt, Miss Barry; her uncle, James Roakes; her young coosin, | yrorton start. © question in & low tone, but something in it made Beaumont Carpenter, and the latter's sister, the American Duchess of Moortand, “Have you a ?” he vite controlled among them several large railway systems and . oumbee af mines needs ¥ eae ™ asked hoarsely, “Tell It; I'll obey. I've been hit Roakes managed the family fortunes and had made those fortunes a power “Certainty none of those - the financial work, Glendearg’s wealth, to a large extent, was also involved in | for one of your usual teas, Fagg Eo teen Le se © nw house Ges enane nebuay a8 nites “ere. few doors from Miss Barry's. They would walk there, You have some rare Miss Fenno was besieged with suitors, attracted less by her great wealth | curios gathered on your Indian trip, Some of those curios Miss Fenno would than by her personality. Foremost among these were Ralph Morton, a Wall be interested in, Do you follow me? Two of Gy Wan weet be thoes ier street operator, and Lord Chesterton, a young British nobleman, Glendearg re- | carriage would be in the mews, in the rear. Miss Penne could be brought here garded neither as & dangerous rival. to my house, unconscious. You could come here. Then they would ask you to The famiy looked with kindness on Donald's sult, True, they had heard of | marry her, And Donald—I would get the story ¢o him in euch = ts ae certain boyish escapades a few years before, but none of these had been serious, | him suffer. Nothing need be done that you object to; dhe ane = ie, One alone had created much talk. This one concerned a certain Mrs, Rarson, a | in my house, and you are here, Eh?” noted beauty. , Morton was white and trembling when Mrs. Rarson quietly concluded h A young friend of Glendearg had fallen desperately in love with Mrs. Rar- | plan for the abduction. When he spoke it was not in Greet answer 7 pod son, had been encouraged by her and had at last been heartlessly thrown over. | question she had asked, but she seemed satisfied, as she watched his eyes, In despair he had killed himself, To avenge his friend Donald had started a “l'ld do it!” he cried, violent flirtation with Mrs, Rarson, had brought aye ay tp AL oe - Jab ed at her. He had by this time half forgotten the ir; but no P~wror) interested herself in siuua werk and had largely dropped out of social CHAPTER II, cag el aia ae was o A Bloodhound on the Trail, morni: when every one saw t nald’s cou! po en Fenas a sin ene = crisie, a merry group was gathered In Miss Barry's drawing- EAUMONT CARPENTER aniled for TMavre the next day, and hiss ty Donald, Chesterton and Morton were present. Barry, Helen and Mr. Koakes Were at the ship to see him off. Helen's gy a ay By np eee penalty eyes were red, and Beaumont kept up a prodigious chatter as a seane Miss Barry stepped forward ceremoniously to greet Mrs, Rarson, but the lat- of showing the absence of.any emotion on his part and his belief that ter turned to Donald, and in a volce low, but shaking with emotion, said, “My ati of the party were quite as happy as he. In his deck stateroom husband died, as I must assume you know, two weeks ago.” Helen arranged the flowers she lad sent, called a steward to take Miss Barry stopped end stiffened, Chesterton strolled to a window, Helen charge of the fruit and see that it was put in the cold storage with the oystere— went to Mr. Roakes, who put bis arm around her; Donald's brow blackened, and | had the oysters come’~and generally provided for her cousin-brother’s cotafort,’ Morton looked surprised—very badly. Mra, Rarson steadied her voice, and pro- “The child mothers that boy more than I do, She is more like a sister than . a cousin,” Miss Barry whispered to Roakes, “Bo long as Beaumont is under the “This morning I called at your apartments and was told by your servant influence of her love for him he will be @ good man, 1 wish he was not going that you were here. I thought that you would have hunted me up You promised | over alone.” to marry me in those days when we lived so much ha ppiness. It was the best thing about that yousg man, his dove for Helen; and her love “Do you deny me? A brave thing to do, and manly! Yet I was afradd of this— for him was touched with a tender solicitudes for its welfare, quaintly like even from a Glendearg.” Turning to the others she exclaimed, “See how he | mother love—quaint to observe, that Is, In a woman some years his junior, treats me, in spite of his promises; in spite of what I have been to him! I must ‘hat afternoon Helen and Miss Barry accepted Morton's invitation to tea, not complain. It is woman's role to suffer and not complain. I loved him; gave He promised to show the letter a bit of oddly-marked jade. Miss Barry was all; came to America with hint, and went to his home in (he northiand and itved much interested in precious stones, As the two ladies entered Helen stopped to f tnere a happy month with him. That was our romance; and through it all ran | speak to a friend, and Morton sald to Miss Barry his refrain, ‘I love you! When Rarson dies we will marry.’” “There are 90 many people here that I cannot take you to see the piece of jade She stopped, for Helen, half fainting, slipped from Roakes’s arms, and would | just now, But you will find it in the cabinet next to the desk, in the dbrary,” have fallen had he not caught the poor child and taken her to a chair, whére Miss Miss Barry emiled and nodded and went to the library, a room on the main Barry attended her. floor back of the parlor in the old-fashioned house Morton had inherited fram his been stopped in the hall by some young women,