Iowa state bystander. [volume] (Des Moines, Iowa) 1894-1916, 1900-12-07
a Sacrifice
!. . Conscience
BY
III. B. 6Uelsb
CHAPTER III.-(Continued,)

They talked Tor a little about the
reception, about the last new book,
the most recent concert. Then Miss
Lennox said. half carelessly:
by the way, Mr.. Dalton told me
an interesting story about having seen
you on Westminster bridge with a
girl--a bare-headed girl, he said
about one O'Clock in the morning. 1t
was some poor girl you were befriend-
ing, l suppose? Do tell me all about
her. It sounds SO romantic. !"
Enderby laughed rather uneasily.
.Yes, she was a girl whom I thought
I could help, but can tell you no
more about her, Miss Lennox. / am
under promise to her."
Miss Lennox's purple-gray eyes re-
garded him for a moment as II IN
sheer establishment. Then she said,
in her soft. caressing tones:
"You can trust me surely, Mr.. En-
derby? am a woman: if the poor
girl requires help, surely I could give
It, II not more effectually, perhaps,
at least, more-well, naturally than
you" She smiled right into his eyes,
Z her enchanting, friendly smile. "You
see, woman always understands a
woman better than man. And surely
you will let me take this much OF a
share in your life and its work."
"You know that there Is nothing
on earth I desire more than that, Miss
Lennox," said Enderby, little hoarse-
". "But am afraid this is matter
in which neither of us can do any
thing. have given MY promise. You
would not ask me, am sure, to break
81 it,
mo, MOI" Cecil smiled again into
his eyes; "but I see you have no con-
fldence in me as being one whit better
than the rest of my sex, Mr.. Enderby.
If you had, you would trust me with
this secret. But let us change this
subject; after all it cannot concern
me in the least. I only thought l
might be of some service to you"
y The subject dropped, but Enderby
was conscious of an almost impercep-
tible change in the atmosphere. Cecil
was as caressing, as fascinating as
ever in her manner; but there was
feeling as Of some barrier that had
Z risen between them in Enderby's mind.
he could not utter now the words
that he had almost dared to think ne
might speak, and not be said nay to.
\. He was about to leave whom the en-
trance Of Sir Henry Lennox himself
compelled him to wait little longer.
Sir Henry was a man looked upon
with respect approaching to rever-
ence by the younger members OF the
Bar. He was stately and fine look
Ing man still, on the right side of fl
ty. and he was considered one OF the
shining lights of his profession.
y, Paul Enderby, the rising young bar
rister, was favorite with Sir Henry,
and the latter had always made him
welcome at his West End mansion.
Besides that, Enderby had several
times visited at Sir Henry's place In
the Countrywide beautiful property
Of Courtwyse, from which Sir Henry
derived his wealth.
Ho looked rather careworn and
anxious today, and Enderby conclud-
ed he had some unusually trying case
on hand.
"Ah, Enderby, glad to see your he
said, extending his hand in friendly
manner. After few minutes desul-
tory conversation, he turned to his
daughter. my dear, expect a gen.
tleman to dinner tonight; perhaps
Mr.. Enderby would remain and make
fourth?''
Paul began some excuse. He was
not in evening dress, and the rules OF
society were always strictly observed
by Sir Henry.
"Never mind" said the latter, as If
guessing Enderby's reason. "Or, ii
you care to do so, you can leave us
now. and come back for dinner. ]
wish you particularly to stop.
should like you to meet Doctor Lyn-
don: he is an exceedingly clever man,
and a specialist on the most interest
ing of all medical studies-brain dis
cases."
Enderby started. Doctor Lyndon!
AS in a fash he remembered the
name. In that moment he determin-
ed to meet the man.
81 shall come with much pleasure y
he said, "if you will allow me to do
as you have suggested"
He felt strangely unsettled, vaguely
apprehensive, as he returned to the
Iennoxes in the evening. Oddly
4 enough it was less of Cecil Lennox he
was thinking than of the man he was
going to meet. Who and what was
he? There was really nothing singu-
lar in the fact that Sir Henry Lennox
should know this man, to whom the
daughter OF David Lloyd was going
for help for her father; yet somehow
the thing seemed an odd coincidence
to Enderby. And taken along with the
fact that Cecil 1ennox knew OF his
chance meeting with the girl, and was
evidently for some reason deeply in
terested in it, the whole affair began
to assume the appearance Of an irri-