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Continued.

"She needn't be giantess to over
top you, mon ami" laughed Lorimer
with lazy shrug. "By Jove, / am
sleepy, Errington, old boy; are we
never going to bed? It's no good walt
ing TIL it's dark here, you know"
Have something first" said Sir
Philip, seating himself at the saloon
table, where his steward had laid out
tasty cold collation.. We've hac a
good deal of climbing about and row.
ing; It's taken 1t out OF us a little"
Thus Hospitality adjured, they took
their places, and managed to dispose
of an excellent supper. The meal
concluded, Duprez helped himself to
o. tiny liqueur glass OF Chartreuse, as
wind-up to the exertions Of the day
mild luxury in which the others
Joined him, with the exception Of Mac
farlane, who was wont to declare that
mon without his whisky was nae
mon at a." and who, therefore, per-
sisted In burning UP his interior mech
anism with alcohol in spite Of the
doctrines Of hygiene, and was now
absorbed In the work OF mixing his
lemon, sugar, hot water. and poison
his usual preparation for nights
rest.
Lorlmer, usually conversational,
watched him in abstracted silence.
Rallied on this morose humor, he rose
shook himself like retriever, yawned,
and sauntered to the piano that oc-
cupled dim corner of the saloon, and
began to play with that delicate, subtle
touch, which, though It does not al
ways mark the brilliant pianist dis
tingushes the true lover OF music, to
whose ears n rough thump on the In
strument or u false note would be most
exquisite agony.
Lorimer had no pretense to musical
talent when asked. he confessed he
could "str,m little" and he hardly
seemed to see the evident wonder and
admiration he awakened in the minds
of many to whom such ''strumming"
as his was more delightful than
more practiced, finished playing. Just
now he seemed undecided he com
menced dainty little prelude of
Choplns, then broke suddenly off, and
wandered into another strain, wild
pleading, pitiful, and passionate, "a
melody 80 weird and dreamy that oven
the stold Macfarlane paused In his
toddy-sipping, and Duprez looked
round In some wonderment.
CONNIE G. est beau, cal" he muir
INJURED.
Errington said nothing; he recog-
nized the tune as that which Thelma
had sung at her spinning wheel, and
his bold bright eyes grew pensive and
soft, us the picture OF tho fair face and
form rose up again before his mind.
Absorbed in II reverie, ho almost
started when Lorimer ceased playing,
and said lightly
"By-bye, boys! I'm off to bed! Phil,
don't wake mo 30 abominably early MS
you did this morning, If you do, friend
ship can hold out no longer-we must
part!"
IAN right" laughed Errlngton good
humoredly. watching his friend M no
sauntered out Of the saloon; then see
Ing Duprea and Macfarlane rise from
the table, he added caurteously,
Don't hurry away ON Lorimors ac-
count, you two, I'm not in the least
sleepy, IN sit up with you to any
hour"
ut Is droll to go to bed In broad day
Hight" said Duprez. But IL must be
done, Cher Philippe, your eyes are
heavy. TO bed, TO bed as the excel
lent Madame Macbeth says. All! quelle
fcmme What IN exciting wife she was
for n mani Come, lot us follow our
dear Lorimer, his music was dolici-
Gus. Good night or good morning?
land where tho sun shines always! 1t
is confusing!"
They shook lands and separated
Burlington. however, unable to compose
his mind to rest, went into his cabin
merely to come out Of IL again and
betake himself to the deck, where he
decided To walk up aud down TIL he
felt sleepy, He wished to be alone
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try and resolve the meaning Of this
strange new emotion that possessed
him, feeling that was half pleasing.
half painful, and that certainly moved
him to Sort Of shame. A man, IL he be
strong and healthy. is always more
or less ashamed when Love, with a
single effort, proves him to be weaker
than blade of grass swaylng In the
wind What all his dignity, all his
rcsoluteness, all his authority swept
down by the light touch of II mere
willow wand? for the very sake of his
own manhood and solf-rospect he can
not help but be ashamed! 1t is as
though n little nude, laughing child
Knocked ut n lions strength and made
him helpless prisoner with n fragile
daisy chain, So the god Eros begins
his battles, which end In perpetual
victory, first fear and shame. then
desire and passion. then conquest and
possession, And aft arwards9 ali,
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