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GOD’S CO __AND THE By Author of 71h be Tewenas, Meee @ PRbe onary inp Lewnnt Pond . hee CHAPTER IV, Our Lady in Heaven, if Gghting could only save ber! “And it cannot?’ “No, M'sieur, N ae OR help, her, 1 betieve th terrible thing tha has happened bet th began, It is a mistake that come. The G dd would not let AC happen twice.” ul, Philp could find with which to reply. His head slipped from Jean's arm to his . S'Every one lov pur forest people r “And still you say there is no hope?” None.” Not even—if we fight?”— Jean's fingers ned about ——— like cords of ster “we may Kill, M1 but that will Mot save hearts crushed like—See!— Yfke IT crush these ash berries under my foot. I tell you again, nothing like this has ever happened before since the world hesan, and nothing Mike It will ever hagpen again!” Steadily Philip looked into Jean's her, M’sieur, Sean something of the “A good deal, M' For n years I went to schor at Montreal, and prepared myself for the holy calling Missioner. That was many ears. 0 I am now simply Jean Taoques et, of the forest.” —you must know is life there is hope,” “L have prom- “Then you kno that where ther ued Philip eagerly i not to pry a to tHent for her only Is to tweht. But if 1 ane 1 oubl nwo and knew what this t i Is this knowledge— where to fight! tmpossible Af impose M'sieur Don't. take it that way, man," ex- aimed Philip quickly. “I'm not fer reting for her secret 1 Only 1 got to know—is it linpossible for her totell mé }UAS Impossible, M'siour, as it would Ye for me. And Our Lady herself gguld not make me do that if I heard Fler voice commanding out of Weaven, All that | can do ix walt, and watch, and guard. And all that Misieur, Is to play. the asked of you, In dong tt well, ye the last bit of life in her hy iplog trampled out. If you love he -ehe picked up a te; hg finished, and th a'you have promixe Presently Josephine ¢ them again, Philip went "Phere were tears on her lastes. Philip oak a book from his pocket (} | “A jong time ago, my mother gave me this Bible,” he said, "She told ne that as long as 1 carried It, and believed in it, no harm could come oO mo, and T guess she was right, It Iwas her first ind mine, It's igrown old and rag ed with me, and the water and snow have it T'va come to of believe that \"imother is always near this Book, Td like you to haye it, Josephine, It's the only thing I've got to offer you on your birthday.” While he was speaking ho had J taken ono of her hands and thrust his pgecious gi{t into it wly Josepaino FAised the little Bible to her breast Bhe did not speak, but for a moment Pullip saw Jn hor ¢ the look for ich he would have sacrificed the brid; « look that told him more than the volumes of the earth could h. ! ih bent bis head lower and whis- THE night, my, Josopbine—fust_ this night—may I Wish you ail the hope ud happiness that God and my Mather can bring you, and kiss you~ AY (hat. moment's silence he heard the throbbing of her heart. She taomied to have ceased breathing, and then, slawly, looking stralght Into his eyes, sho lifted lips to him, and fe one who meets a soul of a thing tao sanotified to touch with hands, he kissed her, Searcely had the warm sweetness of her lips thrilled his own than she had turned from him, and > was gone. i Jong alter midy they beached the ight, two days later, ir canges near Adare House. Josephine sprang ashore, A sound of baying arose, * CHAPTER V. OT without a slicht twinge of trepidation did Philip step from his canoe to her, He had not heard Crois- { mo ashore, and for a felt as if be were deliber- . The Mystery Remenee of @ Men and « Maid in the Frozen North JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD f to give it warmth, He could feel her shivering, and yet something told him that what he sensed in the darknes as not caused by ehiil alone ral times her fingers Jteringly about his They had not walked more than a couple of hundred yards when a turn brought them out of the forest trail en) EE here, Jean Cr tt." he ried impatientiy, “you're a man are you afraid of “God,” replied Jean quietly that PRitip dropped bis band from hin ontahment. “Nothing ee in the world om 1 afraid of, M'stour! “Then why—why in the name of Meat God do you like this?’ de- manded Philip, “You saw her go into tent. Bho is disheartened, hopeleny use of BoMnetli that 1 can't ¥0s8 at, cold and ab x and white * because of « nething, Sh 8a woman. You area man, Are you atraii?’ “No, not afraid, M'siour, It ts her a@riof that hurts not fear, If it Would help her L would let you take this knife at my side and cut me into Diqves 20 wmall that the birds could carry them away. 1 know what you ” You think | au not a fighter deathiike quiet, soomed turned low, of th The Evening UNTRY--- WOMAN ATAN,” Rte. | stely placing himself at the merey of | s wolf pack, They my body whe 1 The t lke ar but will fiebt for any- J touch Bo t will lead erned with him » Marehet Hoosh, chneas:; nt, & whining, iment, and as bar and into a nuld hear the ut to the side and be. Also he knew that Jean Was abead of theyy now. Me did not , ofter pack fal hind them. hand was old th lip invol- untarily held it tighter in his own, @a snd the blackness ahead w, brol by @ solitary light, a dimly lighted window in a pit of gloom. “Marja in not expecting us to- night," apologiaed the girl nervously. That is Adare House.” The loneliness of the spot, its ap: ent emptiness of life, tho silence » for the snuffling and whining of een beasts about them, sUrred with a curious sensation of He had at least expected hight at Adare House, Here were mystery of darkness and a Even the one light As they advanced owurd it a great shadow grew out gloom; » i at once, it as if @ curtain of the forest n dwn aside, and away looming shadow Philip saw glow of 4 camp tire, From that distant tire there came the challenging howl of a dog, and in- only thy hu yond thi ‘and their fingers gripped. Thus Stautly it was taken up by a score of Rnd, and their fingers eripped. Thus fierce tongues about them, As Jo: the aijence. sephine's Voice rose to quell the dis- “'T tove her, Jean,” he spoke softly, ‘turbance the ght in the window xrew suddenly brighter, and then a door open of 4 man and woman. d and in it stood the figures The man w: standing behind the woman, looking over her shoulder, and for one mo- jamp-glow on the barrel of a ritle. sephine paused. ou will forgive me if I ask you to let me go on along, and you follow with Jean?" whispered, "I will try and see you again to-night, when I have dressed myself, and I'am in better condition to show you hospi- was so close that he over- heard her. We will he said softly. i with an jufinite of pity; and as nd from Philip's on ud of them he ack close to the other's side, Something will happen soon which may heart to stone and ce, » sald, and his voice a whisper, “1 want- ed her to tell you back there, two days ago, but she shrank from the crdeal then, It is coming to-night And, however it may affect you, M’siour, I ask you not to show tl horror of it, but to have pity. You have perhaps known many women, ‘u have never known one like »sephine. In her soul is the of the blue skies, the sweetness wilt flowers, the goodness of Messed Lady, the Mother of You may disbelieve, and what ome may our heart as it has devoured I and happiness from mine, Rut you will love L/Ange—our Josephine—just the same.’ Even as he felt himself trembling strangely at Jean Croisset's words, Philip replie¢ ‘Always, J) his to 1 pan, I swear that."? door Josephine had nom and was look- Then she disappeared, said Jean, “And may God have pity on you if you fail to keep your Word in all you have promised, M’siou Philip Darcambal, For from tils hour on you are Philip Daream- bal of Montreal, the husband of Jo- sephine Adare, our beloved lady of the forests. Come, M’sieur!” CHAPTER VI. In the open {THOUT another word Jean led the way to the d which had partly closed af- ter Josephine, For a mio- ment he paused with his band upon it, and then entered, Philip was close behind him, His first glance swept the room in search of the girl, She had disappeared with her two companions. For a mo- ment he heard voices beyond a second door in front of him, Then there was silence, In wonder he stared about him, and Jean did not interrupt his gaze, He stood In 4 great room whose wally Were of logs and axe-hewn timbers. It was a room forty feet long by twenty inowiath, massive in its with walls and Ceiling stained a deep brown, In one end was a fireplace large enough to hold a pile of logs six feet In length, and in this a small fire was smouldering. In the centre of the room was @ long, massive table, ita timber carved by the axe, and on this « lamp was burning. ‘The floor was strewn with fur rugs, and on the walls hung the mounted heads of beasts, These things impressed themselves upon Philip first. It was as if he had stepped suddenly out of the world tn which he was living into the ancient hall of a Wild and half-savage thane whose hones had turned to dust cen- Not until Jean spoke to him, and led the way through the room was this Impression swer kK by his swift and closer observation of detail. About him extrome age was curiously blended with the modern. His breath stopped short when he saw jn the farther wall a abadow of the - eat at the core off A eR Sec DE CP ee one Hier THE FAMILY ) Decipe . | CONT iw 4 WHICH ONE 00 You THINK (STHe Best SISTER 7 ——() ns WHic Do You Like BEST K Mae . World Daily Magazine, Tu Such Is Life! 2 coi, By Maurice Keit € Any Wwe B c —as | THE THREE QuaRTeR ONE (9 HE BEST . THE Ful ONE LL LENGTH <p ae ee a esday. October 19; MAKES You Look Bo GIRUSH jand her father, IT'S A Toss_UP BETWEEN THESE wo ~ THIS FULL. LENGTH ONE MAKES YOU LOOK LIKE A KID MAKE NE Two DOZEN oF THE FULL LENGTH ONE . M® Foto With a bronze lamp suspended from had dropped to his side, He belleyed the room which “he knew was her from being crushed as life has beea the ceiling above it, that she had not seen the weapon, room. In a glance’ he took in étg ex- erughed out of mine, [ thought of His eyes caught the shadowy out- and he thrust it in lis trousers pocket. quisite femininity, Here, tod, the bed tellfng them that my husband had line of cases filled with books; he saw “You, Josephine!” he gasped, "What was set bebind curtains, and the cur- died up here—in the North, And I close to the fireplace wide, low built are you doing here tains Were closely drawn. Was fearing suspicion . . . the divans covered with cushions, and ‘And you,” she counter demanded. — She had faced bim now, standing @ chance that my father might learn over the door through which they “You have no coat, no ". 4 » few steps away. She was deathly the untruth of it, when you came. passed hung a framed copy of da Her hands griped his arm. “L saw you white, but her eyes had never met his That is ali, Philip, You understand Vinci's mast . “La Jocende,* run through the light. You had @ more unflinchingly or more beautiful, now. You know why—some day—you the Smiling i. pistol.” Something in her attitude restrained must go away and never come back. Into a dimly lighted ha - An impulse which he could not ex- him from approaching nearer. He It ia to save the boy, my father, my who paused plain prompted him to tell her u falae- looked at her, and wa in she mother Her tae une teen “atin ts None.” spoke her voice was low and calm. Not once in her terrible recital had opened, Philip waited while he | “I t—to see what the night He knew that at last she had come the girl's voice broke. And now, as struck ‘a match sa lamp, looked like,” he suid. “When t heard to the hour of her greatest fight, and if bowing herself in silent prayer, He knew at a glance that this was to You in the darkness it startled me for in that moment he was more un- *#! d gg ig 9 ek bess rit be his sleeping apartment, and as he & !noment, and I drew my pistol.” nerved than she. close to the baby's. ip took in its ample comfort, the broad, |! seemed to him that her fingers “tn a few minutes my mother and stood motionless, his unseeing eyes . odour. clutched deeper and more convul- father will be here, Philip,” she said, staring straight through the low Re eee end TAM tee the ani table sively into his arm, “The letter Joan brought me back walls and the black night to a olty a covered with books and magazines, ou have seen no one else?” she there, where we first saw each other, thousand miles away. He and the richly furred rugs ‘on the asked. came’ up by way of Wollaston House, 890d DOW. io toward floor, he experienced a new and Again he was prompled to keep his aud (old me T need not expect them Where ‘flashed through his brain Peete ee IRE ch renttultans Ana secre. for 4 number of weeks. That was her, thera flashed throyen tis rey pleasure which for the moment over- “Js it possible that aly one else is What made me happy for a little ihe a Ammubibe Malle i eee adowed his more excited sensa- awake ing about at this while. ‘They were In Montreal, and [ Will Wine wie ow the real cause of tions. Jean was already on his knees hour? f d.- “L Was just re- didn’t want them to return, You Would. ne ‘ou may guess, but you before a fireplace touching a match turning to my room to go to bed, Jo- Will understand why—very soon. But her grief, «vou may gan, Dil Yon toa pile of birch, and ay the inflam- acphine, I thought you had forgot. My father changed his mind, and al~ Would not guess the truth it yin mable bark spurted into flame a a y his that he had heard, and this that the small logs began to crackle he’ “We hadn't forgotten you, Ad my mother started home by way pale ctied upon be anything but the * rose to his feet and faced Philip, ered Josephine, “But of Fond du Lac. Only an hour ago we’ nother step and he waa at Both were soaked to the skin, Jean's things have happe oe an Indian ran to me win the hows Nor alde, For a moment all barriers hair hung lank and wet about his to Adare House to-night. that they were coming down the river. WM vent from between them, She face, aud his hollow checks were my way to you, And Jean t# back in They are out there now less than a AiO" resist him as he clasped her cadaverous. {n spite of the hour and the forest. Listen!" me pee BS Parr bee oe Eye close to his breast, He kissed her the place Philip could not restrain a frou perhaps half & mile away he turned @ little from him, facing iturned face again and again, and laugh. there came the howd of a dog, and *ho bed his volce kept whispering: “Lm glad Josephine was thought- scarcely had that sound died away rah gages gp oH ad "E love you, ny Josephine—I love ful enough to come ad of us, When ‘there followed it the full- had #pent @ year in Montreal,” sho yout love you"— Jean," he chuck’ look like throated voice of the pack whose al- Went on was there—alone—when “ suddenly ‘there cama to them a couple ¢ -rats!" Jen had wondered at. A it happened. See"—— ty Sounds from out of the night. A door Ma Wil Brig UD VOU BAOIG AC aialUT” from Josephine. She moved to the bed and gently opened, and through the hall there responded Jean. f you haven't dry "Th ire coming!” she almost drew the curtains aside. Scarcely came the great, rumbling voice of @ clothes of your own you will find gar- Sobbed, "Quick, Philip! My last breathing, Philly followed her, man, half laughter, half shout; and ments behind the curtains, I think hope of saving you is gone, and now — “It's my baby,” she whispered, “my then there were other voices, 4 fome of them will fit you. After we YOU must be good to me—if you care little Loy.” slamming of the door, and the voice are warmed and dried we will have #t all!” fe could not see her face. She again, this time in & roar that read ea supper? pale welzed bln by the band and howea ber head and continued softly, to, the fartheat walle o spcare cue i ian Fe . ran With him to the door through as 1 aring to awaken the baby Oy no Jon A, fom moments after Jean left him wii they had entered a short ume asleep qn the bed: And Philip held Josephine still Sohne eaten. tia before, In the Krewt room she threw "No fone knowa—but Jean. My closer and whispered; and enjoying a steaming sponge bath Of ber hood and the long fur cape mother came first, and then my love you! with his dun- at covered her, and then Phillp saw father, I Hed to them, I told them @ ER VII a nee ieee that she had not dressed for the night that 1 Was married, and that my b CHAPT. A am, but behind Sitammering dreas, of whiter and ner Dard fad wens, Into she Norb, OT unth the sound of ap- r 7 id pe e a Greas of . by came home with he baby—to mee! veo Guraies wich tear Bee y minted air was in lowe golden masses tis man called Paul Darcambal, proaching steps srew near om eee about her head, On her breast, Just and whom they thought was my hus- did Josephino make an ot- Deere . below her white, bare throat, #be band, I didn’t want It to happen f o free herself from He turned suddenly from the door, wore a singin rod rose, It did not gown there, but I planned on. telling i dare in his room, The ood tense and star- facing the window next instant he seem remarkable that she should be wearing a rose, 1 me. And Jean—where is he?’ most with the mailing of the letter he Philip's arma, Unresieting them (the truth when we all got back him the wonder- {ny our forests, But after I returned I she had given him her lips to kins; Ing. A faco was xlued against the Tul thing was that (he Tos, the cling found that-T couldn't. Perhaps you for one rapturous moment he had felt Fas Batre tne glare ce a the beauty of her dross, the glowing may understand. Up here—among the the pre: bout his shone with the menacing glare of ® softness u. tier hair had been for him, forest people-the mother of baby t00 Pressure of her anita hb beast. Inu flash it cone. and that something unexpected had jike that—-is looked upon as tho moat Shoulders; in the blue depths of ber But in that brief space Philly had taken her out into the night terrible thing in the world, Bhe is eyes he had caught the flash of . jeuat to not ! Lie q Lefora he could speak she Jed him called Le bete noir—the black beast. wonderment and disbelief, and then ur oO stone, still stariny 'e swiftly through the hall beyond, and | “Day by day I came to realize that ye a cUnEalats: a the face had heen, his heart beating qiq not pause until they had entered T couldn't tell the truth, that I must ‘ho deeper, tenderer glow of her aur. like a hammer. Aa the face dlxi au peared he had seen a hand pass swift- ly through the light, and in the hand was a pistol, Jt was not this fact, nor the suddenness of the apparition, that drew the gasping breath from his lips, It was the face, filled with a hatred that was almost madness —the face of Jean Jacques Croisset, gone when Philip snatched up his into the hall. The end of the hi leved opened outdoors, and he ran swiftly in that direction, his moccasi making no sound, He found a door locked with an iron bar, It took him but a moment to throw this up, open the door, and leap out into the night With his pistol in readiness, Philip darted through the iuminated path A startied cry broke out of the night, and with that ery his hand gripped fiercely in the deep fur of a coal, In the same breath an exclamation of astonishment came from his own lips as Bese knd into the white, staring tace Josephine. His pistol arm Usouml ae aud sivod an live @ reat he to save other hearts render to him, in this moment be A forgot everything except that she had bared her secret to him, and in baring 1t had given herself to bim, ONE OF THE MANY THOUSAND PEOPLE WHO ARE READING Even as her hands preased now THE EVENING WORLD’S dows against his breast ne kissed her ips again, and his arms tightened about her. 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Prom the sine of Adare House @whe stood on the shape of the building whose ‘aie he hed followed tn tie hw! for Jean he knew there must “ey «her rooms, and other ghorver corfiders keding t@ some of then Just now bis greatest deste wits © He had aiready half savage inquiry Philip bad not expected (o see; b Pei and which be met uo For @ moment he frit Josephine’s fingers grip tighter about his own; with « low cry #he broke from him, and Jou Adare opened bis arma to her and crushed his bea his Curtonity was ell further aro by the girl's apparent indifference to thin fact. Jean Crokmet and the tuistress of Adare House aed down to here ag her wri beitad when the older man bin peck, In the in t room where they were youd them there anding. Vor an inatant Je had stant the thin bimeetf, and he ye aare Jacques Croimm ros wife was not far be- concealed jan the deeper the sound of 4 falling obe + ject came to hin eure, ir overturned, It was from the end of the hall—almost opposi room, At his own door he atopped again and Hatened. This tin he could bear Yoices, a low and unintelligi ‘m mur, It was quite easy for hin to locate the sound. He moved actons to the other door, and hesitated, had already disobe: himself back and looked at Josephi Hhe had pushed the eap from th gieat's head and had taken hits bearded face between her two hands, and John Adare was smiling down into her white, pleading face with the utleness and worship of & woman. ®& moment he broke forth into a eat rumbling laugh, and looked over r head at Philip. ‘God bless my soul, if I don't almost lieve my little girl thought I wi coming bh to murder her!” hy cried, “lm whe thought you for stealing her away from the way you did. | have contemp 1 quite seriously, jut yo the sort of looking chap I thought you'd be with that olly French name, You've shown good judgment. There isn't a man in the id i enough for my cae ome « bh wife and A strange and subdued 4 atirring him. Since of (he threatening his window—tho knowledge that in another moment he would hgve invited death from out of the night—he felt that he was no longer utterly in the hands of the woman he loved. And something stronger than he could resist impelled him te announce his presence at the door. At thin Knock there fell silence beyond th several moments he walted, holding his breath. Then he heard quick the door swung slowly open, he faced Josephine, ‘Pardon mo for interrupting ioe apologized in a low vol e. “Your father sent me for you and your mother, He says that you must come and wake the baby.” Slowly Josephine held out a hand to him, He was startled by its cold~ Deas. “Come in, Philip,” she said. “i want you to meet my mother.” He th jad that you like each led softly, “I knew be fo, Loan: po baa The master of Adare House drawn ber to him again. She put out @ hand, and it rested on Philip’ shoulder. Her cyes turned directly to him, and he alone saw the swift ebbing of the Joyous light from shop. John Adare’s voice rumbled happily, and with his (spe tt ped bowed in Josephine’s hair he sald: bf Pues I'm not #orry—but glad, Mignonne.’ He looked at Philip again. “Paul, my son, you are wel- come to Adare House’ Mon Pere,” corrected Jose. phine. t better than Paul “And yo id Philip, smiling straight into Adare’s eye: “rT am almost afraid to keep my promise to Josepbin It was that | should call you mon pere, too.” ‘There was another promise, Phil- 1p. veplied Adare quickly, o'Rhare must have been one other promise, that you would never take my girl taway from mo, If you did not swear to it, Tam your enemy!” ‘ ‘That promise Was unnecessary, id Pailip. “Outalde of my Joxe~ phine's world there ts nothing for me. If there is roam for me in Adare House” “Room!” imterrupted Adare, begin~ ning to throw off his great fur coat. ‘Why, I've dreamed of the day when there'd be half a dozen bables under my feet. I"—— His huge frame sud- denly stiffened, « He looked at Jos phine, and his voles dropped to a hourse whisper, “Where's the kid?” he asked. Philip saw Josephine turn at the question, Silently she pointed to the curtained As her father moved toward it she went to thi not before Philip had taken a st intercept her He felt her shudde: ing. “I must go to my mother,” she whispered for him alone. “I will re turn soon, If he asks—tell him that we named the baby after him." With a swift glance in her father’s direc- tion she whispered still lower: “He ‘about you, #0 you mi uth about yoursel except that you met me in Montreal ighteen months ago, and married me her,” sho at it would entered into the warm room. Slightly bending aS table stood the slender form of a “woman, her back toward him, With- out seeing her face he was astonished at her striking resemblance to Joweph- ine—the same slim, beautiful the same thick, glowing coils of hair orownlng her head--but darker, She urned jaward pm, and he was still ore aimized “by this resemblance. And yet It was a resemblance whic! he could not at first Gefine: “Her ey: were very dark instead of Diue, Her y hair, drawn smoothly back from her forehead, was of the deep brown that is almos, black in the shadow, Stimness had given her the appearance of Josephine’s height. She Was still beautiful. Hair, eyes, and figure gave her at first glance an @p- pearance of almost girlish loveliness, & And then, all at once, the differ- ence swept upon him. She was like Josephine a# he bad seen her in that hour of calm despair when she had, come to him at the canoe, Home-, coming had not brought her happi- ness. Her face was colorless, her cheeks slightly hollowed, in ber eyes: he saw now the lusterleas glow which, frequently eo with @ fatal Deas. He wi 4 his hand to her things, and at his side he heard Josephine say: . ‘Mother, this 1s Philip.” The hand she gave him was small and cold, Her voice, too, was won- derfully like Josephin 1 was not expecting to see you to=, night, Philip,” she said. “I am almoat’ il. But I am glad now that joined us. Did I hear you say my busband sent you?” “The baby is holding his thumb, laughed Philp. “H6 says that you just come and wake him. I doubs if you can get bim out of the baby’ room to-night.” Presently Philip bade them good- night and went to the room that had been allotted to him, A few minutes before he had jeft his room even uncomfortably warm. A cold draught of air struck his fave now and the light was out. He. x membered that he hud left the lam) burnin, He groped his way through the darkness to the table before Hgnted a match. ‘As he touched the flame to the wick he glanced toward the window, It w pen. A filin of snow had driven through and settled upon the rug un- der it, Replacing the chimney, he took a step or two toward the win. dow, Then he stopped and stared a! the floor, Some one had entered the room through the open window and had gone to the door opening into the hall, At each step had fallen a bit of snow and close to the door was @ space of the bare floor soppy ank Stained, At that point the intrudor had stood for some moments without moving, At last Philip moved to his door again, opened it and looked down the hall. 'The door of Josephine’s room was closed and he re-entered his room. For a moment he stood faclag the window. In the same instant there came the report of a rifle and tho crashing of glass. A shower of shotq like particles truck his face. He heard a dull smash behind him and then a stinging, red-hot shot acrose his arm, as if a whiplash had seared his naked flewh. He heard the #hot the crashing glass, the strike of bullet behind him before he felt the pain—before he reeled back toward the wall. His heel caught in a ruj and he fell. He knew that he was badly hurt, but he crouched lo’ ie she was From the curtains Phillp hea deep breath. gone, rd ia When he came to the other's side John Adare stood staring down upon the sleeping baby. “T came in like a monster and didn't wake ‘itn,” he was whispering to him- self. ‘The little beggar!” Ife reached out a great hand b bind hie, gropingly, and it touched a chair, He drew it to him, still keep- ing his eyes on the baby, and sat down, his huge, dent shoulders doubled over the edge of the bed, his hands hovering hesitatingly over the counterpane, In wonderment Philip watched him, and he heard him whisper again: “You blessed little beggar!" Then he looked up suddenly. face was the transformation that might have come into a woman There was something awesome in its animal strength and its tenderness, He setzed one of Philip's hands and held it for a moment in a grip that made the other's “You're sure { anxiously. “Quite sure,” replied Philip, “We've named him John. The master of the Adare House leaned over the bed again, Philip heard him mumbling softly in bis thick beard, and very cautiously he touched the end of a big forcfinger to one of the baby’s Uny fists, Thi little fingers opened, and then they cloned tightly about John Adare’s thumb. The older man looked again at Philip, and from him his eyes sought Josephine, His voloe trembled with eest. Where is Josephine?” “Gone to her mother, ‘Hring her—auick!" commanded Adare. “Tell her to bring her mother and wake the kid or I'll yell. I've got to hear the little beggar talk.” Aw with his right hand drew his auto~ Philip turned toward the door he matic and levelled it at the windew, flung after him in a sibilant whisper: Another moment and Philip be | “Wait! Maybe you know how to do outside, It had Meneses snowing, # at’ the clouds were drifting away from “We'd better have Josephine,” under the moon. Crouched low, his vieed Philip quickly, and before Adare pistol level at his side, he ran swhftiy could argue his suggestion he hurried nthe direction from which the In hie ‘eplied Philip, into the hall, must ha’ come, 6 moan 3 Whe » would find her he had the dark edge of the forest a hundsed no idea, and as he went down the Yarda.away, and hi attempted wall Go Usrzeed OF sects Of ene Bev- inardorit had wind a is Sere ae oe ce meet sr CEPT iE ice A