The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-10-22

and anger. and they stood silently con-
fronting one another
What are you doing here?' he de-
manded imp.riously, and, recovering him
self, stepped TOW ards her; but with a
movement of her hand she checked him.
Stay there" she said, In a whisper
that was more marked in Its intensity
than the loudest tone could have been,
"or will move the pieces
He stared at her. dumbfounded.
Listen" she continued II know your
secret I have known it for some time
ever since you dropped this"
She drew the newspaper cutting from
her pocket and held it up, and he. defy
Ing her with his looks made menacing
gesture with his hand
1.-THE prize for the correct solution OF
problem No. 270 has again been won by
Mr. Stanworth Brinkmansp she read out,
in low, clear voice, land fifty guineas
has been forwarded to him. A prize of
one hundred pounds is now offered to our
readers, subject to the usual conditions
and to the exclusion Of professional chess
players for the solution Of problem No.
I'll. White to mate In three moves;
She paused and regarded him With con-
centrated scorn for a moment before she
went on.
will the world think well of Mr.. Stan
worth Brinkman when 1t learns in what
an BILE manner he has won these
priZes-that the solutions were worked out
by his friend while in state Of somnam-
bulism and were used by him as though
they were his own-that he has played de-
liberately upon this abnormal power
which his friend possesses, although he
was well aware that 1t had undermined
that friends health, and might probably
end in his death or removal to lunatic
asylum2"
He interrupted her with sarcasm.
AL Ito r. oil OIL
feelings have carried you away all along
in this case. Mrs. Dundas. In the first
place, who would believe you? / am
known to be chess player
But she cut him short contemptuously.
II should tell my story she said.
you would tell yours. Which would be
believed most, do you think?'
II was merely waiting he said, his
quick brain selling on a new tack, until
Havelock had achieved this last success
to tell him the whole thing and hand him
the money. He would have thanked me
then"
She looked at him steadily with even
greater contempt than before.
You were waiting for nothing she
said, Except for him to solve this prob
lem for you as he has solved others. Then
you would say let him rest for time,
keeping him under your eye so that no
other influence should divide him from
you and prevent your profiting by him
again in the future. Dr. Herschel has
been attending him, unknown to you, and
he said there was no chance for Mr.
Havelock unless the pressure on his brain
from some unknown source was removed
Listenl You shall have this money
blood-money gained by treachery-on con-
dition that you hold your tongue forever
on this subject and that you leave these
rooms tomorrow, never to share them or
otL ruft EJo
He protested, defying her, insulting her;
but she was firm
She watched him with steady, scornful
eyes while he took down the moves on a
piece Of paper and put the chessmen
away
Then he went to his room like
whipped hound, averting his glance from
hers, and saying not another word,
judged by his own silence and by hers.
In the morning, before Mr.. iavelock
was awake, he had gone, leaving note
for his friend with some feigned excuse
for suddenly removing from Bruton street.
But of this John Havelock was quite
unconscious, for when he awoke he felt,
strangely light-headed, and weak.
The thought of his friend, the desire for
any companionship did not enter his head
and the only memory Of which he was
conscious was that of Hester-the steady
gaze Of her eyes, the firm clasp OF her
hand.
It was no surprise to him when he
heard her softly speak his name, and
found that she was bending over him,
while by her side stood DR.. Herschel.
''Your patient is getting WE'LL at length
said Dr. Herschel. HE must never know
the secret of his illness; and now that the
cause is removed there need be no re-
currence Of /" .
To young Havelock he said, Don't
thank me, Mrs. Dundas practically saved
your life"
So it only remained for John to thank
her.
But when at last she came, no words
seemed adequate; he could only hold her
hands, which she had stretched out I'M
pulsively to him, and think how lovely
she looked with that color in her face,
and that glad light In her eyes.
The mere sight Of her had shown him
that this tumult Of reverence, and graft
tude, and tenderness, was love. mes
Hester, won't you take care Of me al
ways?"
Always"
He had to bend his head to catch her
answer, so softly was it spoken, and then
she laid her face down on his shoulder
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