The Red Cloud chief., 1900-09-21

darkened and deserted barn. He could
hardly formulate them, or give them
a name In his W mind; but they dis
turbed him vaguely, and filed him
with a strange foreboding.
When at last he raised his face.
which had been bent over his fruit
plate. his eyes fell first, not on Sir
Henry's face, but on that OF Doctor
Lyndon. whose cold. grey eyes were
fixed on him with a strange, expect
ant expression. There was m
thing In 1t which sent a curious
shudder through Enderby; yet he felt
irritated the next moment at his own
absurd s~entimentality.
He turned to Sir Henry.
You are more than good, Sir Hem
ry. do not know how / can thank
you for your generosity in thinking
OF me. or course, you can count on
me. IL you think l am able to UNDER
take the responsibility"
There is no rising young barrister
at the bar today to whom I would
sooner trust the conducting OF the
case, than to you. Enderby," said Sir
Henry. graciously. Il have a very
high opinion OF your talents"
Enderby's heart beat high as he re-
Joined Cecil In the drawing room. This
would be the making of him. II he
conducted the case efficiently his for
tune was made, and he would then
be able to ask Cecil to come to him
as his own. Somehow he felt pretty
sure she would not say him nay.
When he went to his rooms his
head was In a whirl. Cecil had smil-
ed upon him, and her lovely eyes had
fallen as he babe farewell. Cecil.
Cecil!-the most aueenly of women!
Was 1t possible that one day she
should be his?
But as Enderby sat down before the
crate In which some dead ashes still
faintly glowed, a strange revulsion of
feeling came over him.
IN Lyndon's facets cold
grey eyes, its watchful expression
came up before his mind. There was
something sinister in the an-some
thing he did not like. Then sudden
ly there succeeded, as by the instan-
taneous shutting Of a camera, another
face In the eye OF his mind-that pale.
quivering, childlike. yet strangely wo-
manly, face of David Lloyd's daugh-
ter.
He started to his feet and began to
pace the room.
How had these people come TO know
Dundas Lyndon? What strange con
nection was there between them? Was
1t possible-But no., no, the idea was
too wild, o utterly improbable for
real life.
Nevertheless he made up his mind
to go to Burden Mansions next day.
He managed to do so In the after
noon, walking there, as he had no
wish even to give the clue of a cab
to any one. He hardly knew why he
vas so careful now; he would not ad-
init to himself that he had any tang
ible reason for thinking these poor
people wished to hide themselves from
the world.
IC hhoChcu again ana again. AZ
last the door vas cautiously opened,
and in the darkness within he could
dimly make out a slim, girlish figure.
'ls 1t you. Miss Lloyd?" he asked,
in a low voice. IL have come to ask
how you both are"
The girl stared at the sound of his
voice. He could not see her face dis
tinctly, so he did not know that q
light blush had swept over II.
She opened the door more widely.
will you come in?" she said, her
voice just a little uncertain. 81 have
told my father about meeting you"
Enderby followed her in. The hall
was a small one. and dark; he saw
two doors. She opened one and ad-
mitted him into a small dingy room,
whose only furniture consisted of a
cheap tapestry carpet on the door. a
painted wooden table, and one or
two chairs. A curtain Of coarse serge
hung over an embrasure in the wall;
and Enderby guessed there was q bed
behind IL.