, 1898-07-25
FOR HIS SAKE.

uess, uuu tno Hre was very lOW, DuC tne
red glow from the embers revealed the
solitary %inhabitant Of the room sitting
in an attitude Of hopeless detection.
There was silence save for the ticking
Of the old grandfather's clock, and to
Colonel Dalmaine the pendulum seemed
to beat out the refrain that was echoing
in his own mind, Five hundred pounds,
five hundred poundsv' Presently a red
hot coal fell from the CRATE and threw
a faint flicker on the writing table,
upon which was a photograph Of a very
lovely girl in n silver frame.
ooh, beautyp' said the colonel, with
a long drawn sigh, and a softened ex-
preston Of infinite pity came over his
rugged features as he looked at tho
beautiful girlish face. "Oh, beauty, my
hearts dear ~queenl" And then a sob
broke the stiffness Of the room, and
Travers Dalmaine bowed his mead on
his hands and gave himself up to a par
oxysm of silent agony.
Just at this minute the heavy oak
door was pushed noiselessly open and n
small figure softly entered the room and
crossed to the writing table. A little
hand was laid on the colonel's arm and
q little voice announced, ~"Chappic's
hereI' and then Dalmaine raised his
head, and the freight danced with
glee, for the sad face now beamed with
love and tenderness NJ he put one arm
round the little lad at his side and muir
INJURED, "Chappie, my beauty's little
boy"
"'Es, Chappie's tum. What for 90
kwy?" demanded the baby voice, and
then, catching sight Of the silver frame,
he added, softly, "Chappie's movah-
Chappie's booful movah!'
Then the little lad climbed on his IA
theirs knee and demanded n story. And
hand in hand Dalmaine wandered with
his little son through the delightful
mazes of fairyland, forgetful of the
overwhelming weight of trouble that
had come upon him.
AS they sat thus the library door
opened and let in a food Of light from
the hall. It fell on the curly golden
head that nestled near tho iron gray
one, on the sweet baby features and Oh
the mans rugged, sun tanned face. 1t
al u touching picture that would
have appealed to any woman's heart,
and n little CLEAN of the sleeping won-
anhood in Beauty Dalmaine awoke as
she paused OH the threshold and watch
ed her husband and her little son. Both
turned, and her the child ran forward
to greet the beautiful young mother,
but she drew back, saying, "Be care
full. child; you will crush my dress"
and then daintily gathered up the SHIN
mering satin train. But there was an
ache in the heart Of the loving little
lad as he gazed at the faultless face
above him, and her n kind hand was
laid on his head, and his father said:
"You must run away now. Chappie.
I want mother. Good night, my son."
and he stopped and kissed the sorrowful
little face with all the tenderness Of q
woman
"Fardle wants Chappie's movah, the
child repeated to himself as he ran up
tho stairs, and then the library door
closed, and the husband and wife were
alone.
you'll DO brief, Travers, because I
have an engagement" the cold, clear
voice rang ont.
Tonight your engagement must fall
through. l have much to say, and
must say it now"
The colonel spoke with decision, and
it was hard to believe that no was the
same man who had just been telling
Chappie such wonderful fairy tales.
The tende smile had vanished. and his
usually stern face had assumed its So
verest expression.
PRAY sit down" he continued, push
ing a chair toward his wife, but Beau
ty Dalmaine remained standing.
Nonsense, Travers. l can't postpone
tonight's engagement. We are going to
the play. Sir Arthur has had the great
est difficulty in getting the seats, and
as he has taken so much trouble I can
not put of going"
"There are worse faults that can DO
laid at your door. my child" her hus-
band replied gravely. "You " some
obedience to your husband, aud tonight
1 wish that you remain at home. I will
send IN apology to Sir Arthur" And
so saying he rang for the lights and sat
down to tho writing table.
When the note had been duly dis
patched, Colonel Dalmaine turned once
more to his wife. She looked wonder
fully beautiful, but it vas the beauty II
q statue. Her expression vas cold and
proud, and her attitude was II of
naughty defiance. The severity died out
of Dalmaine's face and gave way to o
softer expression as he spoke.
"Did o hear what the little III
said? 'Fardie wants Chappie's mother.
That il just it. l want you, beauty. l
want q little u the wifcly love and ten.
derness that is my due. Wherever l 60
l hear Of Beauty D~al,naine's loneliness,
Of her sweetness, of her talents. am
the envy Of all men, but if they only
knew-if they only knew-that that
sweetness is reserved for ally one but
her husband. that those talents are not
used for the be.utiIying OF her homo,
but to lure On other unfortunate men to
the same abyss that wa my fate: that
her beauty, instead Of being my pride
and joy, is the cause Of my most bitter
misery My child, l have excused you,
even to myself, and have. moreover,
blamed myself in q great measure that
my love should not satisfy you. Perhaps
I did wrong to marry you. q mere child
in comparison with myself, but l loved
you, Beauty. and l cannot sse you rush.
ing on headloag to your ruin without
putting every obstacle IL your way.
Your name. the am Of Beauty Dial.
maine, my peerless wits. 10 on every
tnnruA in London, Am I 10 atns,d thatf