The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-03-12
plot, AND -COUNTERPLo'

At Lilians request, Lady Carruthers gently
put firmly, insisted on Sir Philip sharing
their carriage
1t was not the moment for squeamishness
and they were not going to leave him to hi
own sorrowful reflections udring the hours
that still remained before they could reach
Paris.
Lord Beauvoir had gone to a quiet little
MOTEL in the Rue de Rivoli, and had writer
to Sir Philip, before leaving London, to sa!
where he was to he found.
The morning after his arrival, he wa
standing at The window of his private sitting
room, his breakfast waiting on the table.
1t was lovely day, and through the ope1
Of happy voices.
But there was a sense of misery dominatin
all.
He might never see Lillian again; he hat
parted from her coldly, after weeks of alb
sence, and he loved her more passionately
than ever.
Even though he knew that she, in way
might cost him his life, he had no harsh
thoughts of her.
He only longed to hold her once more il
his arms to feel her kisses on his lips t.
hear her voice again.
What wasted useless life his had been!
In his early youth he had been ambitious
and his father for him.
How all his dreams had been scattered tt
the winds by the touch of a womans hand
/ How he had thrown away his virility at thu
'oiSC VI PdoSIoH, speaking through the
temptress lips only to be her plaything O.
the moment, held up to his own scorn foreve
after
And then he saw Lillian as he first saw her
smlllng her thanks for his little act O.
courtesy, and again he felt his heart-string
tighten as he remembered her danger at tn,
weir, and her pale, sweet face as he roweC
her back to The Refuge
An! why had he not taken warning then
lie mad felt himself in danger the very mo
ment her eyes had met his in pity
II only he had listened to the promptings O.
his better nature! Even when at Beauvoir HI
had realized how, day by day. he was lettins
love take possession of him.
10 remain, had been cruel to himself: but
on! now much more so to her, Who in terror
OF losing him, had confessed her love for hi
unworthy self.
He had never forgotten the look on he,
face when he told her he was married.
He knew that she loved him with all he1
heart and SOUL and the love which he him
sell pore her had raised him up once more il
his own eyes from the depths of misery anf
self-reproach, into which his unfortunat,
marriage and its sequel had cast him.
And now, all was ended!
He did not ask himself who had brough
about this coming duel.
Repinings were useless.
He had not many hours a his disposal. anc
ne had still to write to Lillian. '.!ssp
mat done, ne would wait ecalmly for Sill
Philip and the hand of Fate
+ Towards noon, the friends he hadnsent fo,
arrived. ~ -o
He explained the case briefly.
is no compromise possible?" asked one Of
them. -
Il know Philip Fairfax" answered Ralnb
with faint smile. Even if he wished to- he
could not apologize, for, after ALL he wa:
hardly in the wrong
He can't fight you. You saved his life mo-
so very long ago.
have forgotten the past"
But he has no right to-
But no words the Frenchmen said no areu.
ments they used, could make Lord Beauvoi1
a foregone conclusion.
Ihere was some fatality about the whole
series series OF events; his friendship with Sir
Ennlp' thelr unconscious rivalry about Lillian;
Sir Phlllps ENHANCEMENT with Miss Temple
or rather Lady Beauvoir, had only seemed tc
be brought about that the latter might use
her lover as a tool against her husband, to
satisfy her own defeated ambition
His friends left Ralph promising to hold
themselves in readiness for any call upon
thelr time; and once more he was alone
Philip Fairfax must be in Paris by now.
occn' on! how terribly soon all would be
Was he going to Death to ETERNITY. or was
his friend?
Either way his life was ended
II would be better for him to die for if he
llveo could ne ever ask Lillian to be his even
were he free to marry her, when his whole
life would be Swallowed by that awful stain
of blood?
The street was busy one, and from below
came all the midday sounds; the cries of
boys the neighing of horses whistlings vo-
alterations, mingled in the confusion of the
living town; but above them all came one
sound to Ralph's ears-a sound that made
him start and turn palette sound of a voice
he had thought thought never to hear again.
Lillian Vaughan was speaking and Ralph
Beauvolr's heart beat wildly as he heard her
words.
This must be the room.' the waiter said
number eight
And almost before he had tioao