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i mrmicked. ‘Thank you, Mr. P.lgrim Father, but I think I'll go now. I've had ebout as much Boston as I can toss off in one evening.” With quick strength she shook her arm free and Warted towerd the staircase. “Gloria,” he called. “Miss Reilly. You can't go this way.’ And again he was beside her. “"Please"—— Her voice caught sud- denly in a half-sob. She was only a child now, all the passion burned out. “Please go away—please.”” This time her appeal struck home. He bowed, a little stiffl “It you wish it,"’ he said at last. “Please be- a gasp of terror, the jump was in peril. Bent forward, in a blinding cloud of snow, he lunged down the slope, over the barricade and into the crowd. Wayne Reynolds threw himself in front of the girl and crushed her back from the track. With averted head and arms up, he received the onrush. In a second tho skiier his feet. lay prone at For an instant warm breath against his cheek —are you hurt?" He serateh,"’ he lied Reynolds felt her “You she whispered, head. Not ‘Then he bent over shook his a Neve I am sorry, more sorry than I and lifted the skiler in his rams. By ean tell you.” He waited for her to the time he had carried his burden to speak, but she did not interrupt him. the nearest house and the doctors had "Good evening, then, Miss Reil taken charge, Gloria was gone. N the weeks following, Wa) Perhaps he deluded himself, but he Reynolds met her only twice. cherished the belief that in her voice Once, at a skiing contest, where, despite the bitter weather, twenty thousand people paid tribute to the great sport of the Norwegians, was more than startled sympathy That moment had betrayed her. She could never be indifferent to him. The second time was at the ond of Be saw ahead of him her sable coat 1, onthe’ exile up to the range. It feud ecarlet tam-o'-shanter. With a was spring again, the gloomy post, Welle munceuvring he reached her Vinter of the North. The ice had side, but she did not notice him. Her lps parted and her eyes shining, she ‘was intent upon the contest, Each time as the jumpers rounded the curve at the foot of the hill the harsh snow drove into their faces, In ffs eagerness the crowd pressed Bearer until those in the front rank ‘were fairly on the path of the con- testants. “Idiots,” growled Reynolds, and he braced himself behind the girl to break the force of the impact. Turning abruptly, she looked into his face. “You!"’ she said, Her sur- prise was patent. Buddenly from 20,000 throats came THE broken on the lake, but an east wind drove {t back in great, dirt that warped and ground against each other in the black water On a day in March Wayne Reynolds sought out Preston Carrington in his private office at the Northern Lum- bermen’s Bank. Rumors of the Reilly financial debacle had penetrated even to the little backwoods town where sheets Reynolds had made headquarters, If Dick Reilly went under, the whole Lakes country would tremble. Wayne Reynolds believed that Carrington would know. And he did. “{’m not in’ his confidence,” Car- ‘The last man acrossrington explained “nebody is, unless THE EVENING WORLD, accepted the inevitable. It seemed perhaps it’s Gloria, T cam only he had known all along this would guess.” He shook his head dublously. happen. Dick Reilly had never be- “Whom the gods would destroy,’’ lieved in his wealth, No more could you know. Some one ought to protect he believe in his failure. After all, him from his own success, Dut I can't he was the boss logger of the Cana- do it, It's hard for a pigmy to shelter dian border. He could go back to his a giant.” trees. He was young yet and strong. Preston Carrington had seen’ many For the first time since the day of a fortune made and lost and remade his success the weight lifted. He was in that country, but he knéw that free. the fortune of Golden Dick Reilly With a sense of relief he knew It was with a heavy indeed that he con- fided to Wayne Reynolds the gossip Rialto, could happen just once, heart of the As he left the building, Reynolds saw drawn up to the curb the arro- gant magnificence of the Reflly Ilm- ousine. It was the only foreign built car in and its turquoise blue shone like a jewel against the gray white of the snowdrifts, Swathed In a coat of Siberian sable worth an em- peror’s eansom sat the daughter of Golden Dick Reilly. During the long days back on the town Cally and Mart were provided for. Gloria was left, and he cared more for her than all the wealth of the world, T was not easy to tell her every thing though he knew she must have suspected it. “I reckon we wasn't intended for millionaires, Glory,” he finished. ‘Some people make money and some people lost it. You and me do both," In the grow- ing dark of the early twilight he sought her face with eager eyes. “Glory, I'm sorry. T wanted you to go on being the Copper Princess. It range her face had beguiled him. gon't matter about me, I don't mind Now lized what a poor servant goin’ back to where I come from. I is memory She was @ thousand pejong back there; but you— He times lovelier than the vision con- made a pitiful, awkward gesture with jured up by his loneliness. Wayne pis great hands. “You, Glory, L Reynolds was no sentimentatist, but couldn't have done much worse by he hoped never evil fortune would you if I'd been your enemy."* take her from her’ coat of sable or = don't," she whispered. ‘I the gay, imperious look of her eyes. don't know as I'm sorry it happened, Before he could reach her side the either. I think perhaps out there it car had slurred into motion and she was gone. Well, she could not avoid him forever. But the next da, Wayne Reynolds was called out to Wyoming. And the next day Dick Reilly knew himself to be irretrievably bankrupt. Alone in his big office Dick Reilly POST TALKED ABOUT. NARS UO CHARACTERS IN THE STORY. DIANA MAYO, nineteen, beautiful, aristocratic English girl, deter- mines to make an expedition in Her brother, ANTHONY MAYO, by whom she a boy, tries to dissuade her. to the Arabian desert from Biskra. has been brought up, virtually as So does JIM ARBUTHNOT, who loves Diana and wants to marry her. At a ball given to celebrate her departure she tells him she has none of the feelings of a woman, has nevér been kissed and can obey no man. Her expedition into the desert is led by MUSTAFA ALI, an Arab with a fine outfit of well-bred horses. Disturbing signs appear before CHAPTER IV. and a new keenness camo into her steady eyes. It was one thing to go back men who had attacked her party; it quite another to be deliberately @hiased across the desert by an Arab ‘almost square. Then the shadow of ® laugh fiickered in her eyes and eurved ‘her mouth. New experiences She had often wondered what the feelings of a hunted creature were. She seemed in a fair way of finding tained that the fox enjoyed the run as much as the hounds; that remained to be proved, but in any case, she money. She could ride, and there seemed plenty yet in the frightened enimal under her. She bent low alittle reckless laugh, coaxing him with all her knowledge and, spurring hhim alternately. But soon her mood changed. she looked at the last rays of the getting sun. It would be dark very soon, She could not go chasing Arab at her heels, The humor seemed to have died out of the situ tion and Diana began to get angry. there were no natural features that could afford cover or ald in any ‘way; there seemed nothing for it but +-if she could, An idea of trying to \ dodge him and of returning of her own frce will was dismissed at once her short glimpse of the Atabs’ tac- fies when they had passed her to ow that she was dealing with a trained horse, and that her idea could never succeed. But, perversely, she felt that to that part’cular Arab fol- She would ride till she dropped, or her horse did, before that. ‘The whistle came again, and again, hher horse checked his pace. A sud dem inspiration came to her. Per. haps it was the horse she was riding It was certainly the Arab's whistle @hat made it moderate its speed; it responding clearly to a signal tion of the came back to her. could not be much doubt about animal had unquestionably IANA’s mouth closed firmly voluntarily to make terms with the freebooter. Her obstinate chin was ‘were crowding in upon her to-day. ut. She had always stoutly main- would give this hound a run for his down, lying low against his neck with She frowned anxiously as through the night with this tireless Im the level country that surrounded to own herself defeated and pull up as hopeless. She had seen enough in ished horseman on a perfectly lowing her she would never give in. fm spite of her relentiess spurring, that was the cause of all the trouble. ra it knew. Her guide's reluctance give any particulars of his acquis! - horse either belonged to the journey is a day old. of meeting its former owner made her smile in spite of her annoyance, but it was not a pleasant smile, as her thoughts turned from the horse to \ts present owner. The sum of Mustafa ‘Ali's delinquencies was mounting up fast. But it was bis affair, not hers, In the meantime she had paid for the Z MORY_IN TEN YEAR <o, With no thought of what the con- sequences or retaliation might. be, with no thought at all beyond a wild desire to rid herself of her pursuer, driven by a sudden madness which seemed to rise up in her and which she could not control, she clutched her revolver and fired twice, full in the face of the man who was follow- ing her. He did not even flinch and a low laugh of amusement came from’ him. And at the sound of h’s laugh Diana's mouth parched suddenly, and a“ cold shiver rippled across her spine, A strange feeling that she had never may be easier to forget wanting the things you can't ever get."* He was timid to press her confi- dence. “Was it aythin’ I could have bought for you, Glory?” he asked at last. She shook her head. “No, Pa. there are some things you can't buy, horse in front of him. had been so quick she was unpre- His movement pared and unable to resist. For a moment she was stunned, then her senses came back to her and she struggled wildly, but, stifled in the thick folds of the Arab's robes, against which her face was crushed, and held in a grip that seemed to be slowly suffocating her, her struggles were futile. The hard, muscular arm round her hurt her acutely, her ribs seemed to be almost breaking under itd weight and strength, it was nearly impossible to breathe with the close experienced before went through her. contact of his body. She was unusu- She had missed again as she had ally strong for a girl, but against this missed this morning. How, shé did steely strength that held her she was not know; it was inexplicable, but it helpless. And for a time the sense of was a fact, and a fact that left her her helplessness and the pain that with a feeling of powerlessness. She any resistance to the arm wrapped dropped the useless revolver, trying round her made her lle quiet, She vainly to force her horse's pace, but inch by inch the fiery chestnut that the Arab was riding crept up nearer alongside, She would not turn to look again, but glencing sideways SHE CLUTCHED HER REVOLVER AND FIRED TWICE, FULL IN THE FACE OF THE MAN WHO WAS FOLLOWING HER. horse to ride through the desert, not to be waylaid by Arab bandits. Her temper was going fast, She urged the horse on with all her Power, but perceptibly he was slow- ing up. She flashed another back- ward look. The Arab was close be- hind ner—closer than she had been aware. She had a momentary glimpse of a big white figure, dark piercing eyes, and white gleaming she could see its small, wicked-look- ing head, with flat-laid ears and vi- clous, bloodshot eyes, level with her elbow. For a moment or two it re- mained there, then with a sudden spurt the chestnut forged ahead, and as it shot past it swerved close in beside her, and the man, rising in his st'rrups and leaning towards her, flung a pair of powerful arms around her, and, with a jerk, swung her clear of her eaddle and on to his own felt the Arab check his horse, felt the chestnut wheel, spinning high on h’s hind legs, and then bounded forward again, Her feeelings were indescribable. She did not know what to think. Her mind felt jarred, She was unable to frame any thoughts coherently. What had happened was so unex- pected, so preposterous, that no con- clusion seemed adequate. Only rage filled her—blind, passionate rage against the man who had dared to touch ‘her, who had dared to lay h’s hands on her, and those hands the hands of a native. A shiver of re- vulsion ran through her. She was choking with fury, with an- rer and with disgust. The ignominy of her plight hurt her pride badly. She had been outridden, swept from the saddle as if she were a puppet, and compelled to bear the proximity of the man's ottn hateful body and the restraint of his arms, No one had ever dared to touch her before. No one had ever dared to handle her as she was being handled now. How was it going to end? Where were they going? With her face hidder she had lost all sense of direction. She had no ‘dea to what point the horse had turned when he had wheeled so suddenly. He was gallop- ing swiftly with continued disconcert- ing ‘bounds that indicated elther tem- per or nerves, but the man riding him seemed in no way disturbed by his horse's behavior. She could feel him swaying easily In the saddle, and even the wildest leaps did not cause any slackening of the arm around her. But by degrees as she continued to le still the pressure on her body was relieved slightly, and she was able to turn her head a little towards the air for which she was almost fainting: but not enough to enable her to see what was passing around her, She drank In the cool air eagerly, Though she could not see she knew that the night had come, the night that she had hoped would fall before she reached her destination, but which now seemed horrible. The fresh strength that the air gave her fanned the courage that still remained with her, Collecting all her force she made @ sudden desperate spring, try- ing to leap clear of the arm that now lay almost loosely about her, her spurred heels tearing the chestnut’s flank until he reared perpendicufarly, snorting and trembling, But with @ quick sweep of h's long arm the Arab gathered her back into his hold, still struggling flercely, His arms were poth round her; he was controlling the maddened horse only wtih the pressure of his knees “Doucement, doucement.”” she heard the slow, soft voice indistinct- ly, for he was pressing her head SATURDAY, MAY W I I you can't even ask for, They've got © to be given ta, you.’’ The news of the Reilly failure was shouted from coast to coast. Report- ers from a dozen big dailies hastened to Duluth for Interviews and snap- shots. ‘Then came the report of his disap- pearance. Golden Dick Reilly, taking with him his daughter and an old Scotch servant, had departed from the Reilly mansion like a robber in the night, Servant® and neighbors anc ticket-sellers were interviewed. Only Preston Carrington refused to advance a theory concerning the disappear- ance. ' “T can't see that his going is any man's business,’’ he stormed at the reporter. Personally, I can't help but admire his taste in wishing to avoid you journalists,”’ Wayne Reynolds was among those who trusted Carrington. In a Seattle paper he first read the news of the Reilly failure. He was sorry, more sorry than he cared to admit. By the light of a smoking kerosene lantern in the shack of the mining foreman he wrote a letter to Gloria Reilly. Ten days later the letter wag re- turned to him—unclaimed and un- vopened, Then he wrote Preston Car- rington, inclosing the letter and with urgent instructions to forward it. This letter was not returned, nor the next, nor the third; but he never received any answer. - He felt a numb sort of fury with her for disappearing, a fury with Wyoming, with his job, with the uni- verse. He refused to be interested in the Wyoming Consolidated Iron hold- ings, and his request to be transferred to the Great Lakes region was at length reluctantly granted. When Reynolds arrived it‘was sum- mer in the North. The Carringtons were in Boston for their annual visit when Wayne Reyn- olds arrived, but he found a letter waiting for him at the club. “I hoped you would come,” Wayne read, ‘I can’t tell you anything. 1 am only banking on the belief that Wayne Reynolds finds what he searches for, There are, moreover, some spirits too vivid and too beauti- ful to be hidden, no matter how im- penetrable the forest. lounged a half-breed Canadian and u limping, flea-bitten dog. « “Your store?" said Reynolds. The fellow nodded. “IL want some tobacco." The proprietor shuffled inside and Wayne followed. With a startled gasp x of astonishment he stopped and I apologize for this fling into the pointed realm of fairy tales. Thank heaven “Where did you get that?” there are still some people who can rouse the childhood spirit of ro- mance, even in the heart of one born® ‘The ©: and reared on Beacon Hill, Boston," Reynolds strolled out onto the ter- race of the club. Behind him stretched the low sweep of mountain and forest. She had come from the coun- try behind that mountain. She would go home. Gay with the promise of Carring- ton’s prediction, he set forth on his quest. He worked at first in a thor- ough and scientific manner. But he did not find her. Then he hunted with a breathless fury, following down every trivial possibility, every idle conjecture. Twice he wrote Carringto! and twice he tore up the letter. Late one afteynoon he approached the Emp®rium of the town of La Marque, Minn, La Marque is not handsome, even in summer, a hud- dle of unpainted shacks, a crooked street and a ragged, phalanx children, wind-burned screaming Bohemian In front of the of store A Romance That Will know if the words were applied tc herself or to the horse. She fought to lift her head, to escape the grip that held her, straining. striving un- til he spoke again, “Lie still, you little fool!” he snarled with sudden vehemence, and with brutal hands he forced her to obey him, until she wondered if he would leave a single bone unbroken im her body, till further resistance was impossible. Gasping for breath she yielded to the strength that overs powered her, and ceased to struggle The man seemed to know intuitively that she was beaten, afd turned his undivided attention to his horse with the same low laugh of amusement that had sent the strange feeling through her when her shots had missed him. It had puzzled her then, but it grew now with horrible inten- sity, until she knew that it was fear that had come to her for the first time in her life—a strange fear that she fought against desperately, but which was gaining on her with a force that was sapping her strength from her and making her head reel. She did not faint, but her whole body seemed to grow .nerveless with the sudden “realization of the horror of her posi- tion. After that Diana lost all sense of time, as she had already lost all sense of direction, She did not know if it again closely to him, and she did not was minutes or hours that passed as é 4 Keep You on Tiptoe In Next Saturday’ Complete Novelette. “What?” “That hatrack."’ ‘anadian shrugged his shoul- “One young lady bring it to me in a cart and take away sugar and flour."* ever mind the tobacco,” Wayne ordered. ‘I want that hatrack. Now, where does she live—the young lady?"* The shopkeeper shrugged his shoul- ders. He could not be sure, Maybe the children could help him. Accompanied by his wild troop of bandits, Reynolds started. At the fork of the road all his party broke into screaming Bohemian. There, in the trees, She lived there, the lady who brought down the hat- rack, Wayne Reynolds rifled his pockets. “Here! he said; and ‘a score of coins flashed in the sun and splashed into the red dust of the road. In the scramble that followed, his escape was effective if not altogether digni- fied. At the front step of the cabin he stopped sharply and listened. ‘Glory!’ ders. was a cabin, Ss they still galloped swiftly through the night, She did not know if they were alone or if the band of Arabs tc which this man belonged were riding with them. noiseless over the sof! ground. What had happened to hes guide and his men? Had they bees butchered and left where they fell, or were they, too, being hurried un. willingly into some obscure region of the desert? But for the moment the fate of Mustafa All and his compan- fons did not trouble her very much; they had not played a very valiant part in the short encounter, and her own situation swamped her mind to the exclusion of everything else. The sense of fear was growing on her,. She scorned and derided it. She tried to convince herself it did not exist, but it did exist, torturing her with its strangeness and with the thoughts that it engendered. She had anticipated nothing like this. She had never thought of a contingency that would end so, that would induce ‘a situation before which her courage was shuddering into pieces with the horror ‘that was opening up before her—a thing that had always seemed a remote imposstbility that could never touch her, from even the knowledge of which her life with Au brey had almost shielded her, but which now loomed near her, forcing {te reality upon her till she trembled and great drops of moisture gathered IN THE BALLROOM TWO BANDS OF COLORED MUSICIANS E? HORTED TO THE DANCE. he finally ventured, ‘‘Miss Reilly!" There were footsteps inside, and the door opened. She wore a dress of blue cotton and her arms were bare to the elbow. now, and more slender, and her eyes burned like sapphires against the wind-stained bronze of her cheeks. For a long moment they looked at each other; then she smiled, a little shyly. “It's the Pilgrim Father,'’ she ex- claimed, “I thought maybe you'd be coming, though it's a bit off the main line “Glory! He was beside her now, and.his hands caught her shoulders. She seemed very young tg him then, and very valiant. “I don't deserve to be even walked on by you—but I want you Into her eyes came that soft look women wear only when they know love is close to them. ‘Oh, nty dear,"’ she answered softly, “I think She seemed older I've been waiting for you About thousand yeifrs this summer."* HA half-breed shopkeeper in 1 Marque, Minnesota, is said ti have received $150 for a sec ond-hand golden oak hatrack which now stands in a charminy apartment not far from Beacon Hill Boston. When, at the end of his fir visit East, Golden Diek Rellly 1 turned to his job of foreman at th: sawmill, Mrs. Wayne Reynolds threat ened to relegate the hatrack to the storeroom, a veritable storm of pre test was raised by her husband. “You're a great dear,"’ she laughed ‘and I'm fond of you; but you've nd, taste in house decoration." “Gloria Reynolds," he blustered “that hatrack's mine, and I bought it. It stays," It did, (Copyright. AM Rights Reserved.) Printed by Arrangement With Metropolitan Newspaper Service, New York. Silvershine By VINGIE E. ROE. Thrilling Tale of the Canadian Wilds, Two Lovers, a Scheming Miscreant and a Dog. on her forehead. The Arab moved her position once roughly. but she was glad of the change for it freed her head from the stifling folds of his robes. He did not speak agaip~only once when the chestnut Bhied violently he muttered something under his breath. But her satisfaction was short-lived. A few utes afterwards his arm tightened round her once more and he twined @ fold of his long cloak round her head, blinding her, And then she under- stood. The galloping horse was pulled in with almost the same sud- denness that had amazed her when she had first seen the Arabs. She felt him draw her close into his arms and slip down on to the ground; there were voices around her—confused, unintelligible; then they died away as she felt him carry her a few paces. He set her down and unwound the covering from her face. The light that shone around her seemed by con- trast dazzling with the darkness that had gone before. Confused, she clasped her hands over her eyes for @ moment and then looked up slow- ly. She was in a big, lofty tent, brightly ilt by two hanging lamps. But she took no heed of r sur- roundings; her eyes were fixed on the man who had brought her there. He ‘had flung aside the heavy cloak that enveloped him from head to foot and was standing before her, tall and . broad-shouldered, dressed in white flowing robes, a walstcloth embroid- ered in black and silver wound sev- eral times about him, and from the top of which showed a revolver that was thrust Into the folds. Diana's eyes passed over slowly till they rested on his brown clean-shaven face, surmounted by crisp, closely cut brown hair, It was the handsomest and cruellest face that she had ever seen, Her gaze was drawn instinctively to his. Ha was looking at her with fierce burning eyes that swept her until she felt that the boyish clothes that covered he: slender limbs were stripped from her, leaving the beautiful white body bare under his passionate stare. “Who are you?” she gasped hoarsely. ‘I am the Sheik Ahmed Ben Has- san. The name conveyed nothing, She had never heard {t before. She had spoken without thinking in French, and in French he replied to her, “Why have you brought me here?’ she asked, fighting down the fear that was growing more terrible every mo- ment. He repeated her words with a slow smile. ‘Why have I brought you here? Bon Diew! Are you not | ‘woman enough to know?” (Continued Mondag.§ him |}