The representative., 1901-04-11
EDGAR MORETTE

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r "- s,at ask much now. Tell me only
one thing and shall 60 away content
for the present. Say that no other man
has any better chance with you than 1
have. Say that you do not love anyone
else"
The young girl tried hard to avoid
his ardent gaze.
"Say it," he commanded, in sudden
sternness.
Agnes drew herself up proudly then.
Il don't know by what right you pre-
sumo to catechise or to command me-"
she said, coldly, at the same time maxi
ing motion as if to touch the button
of the electric bell.
Chatham saw the motion and sprang
before her to intercept it.
"Ah! that is the way of it, is it? ?'' he
exclaimed, with passionate jealousy.
"You are-in love-with another mani"
The words seemed to choke him in
the utterance. The blood rushed to his
head; the veins on his temples stood
out in purple vividness, and, as he
clutched spasmodically at his collar,
wild light cam. into his eyes.
Agnes caught their mad glitter and
shrank back in sudden terror.
81 have been duped!" he shouted,
frantically. 81 have been a cat's-paw,
and now that I have done all that was
wanted of me l am to be turned of
like dog, with kick. The dirty work
is done, is it? Well see about that;
we'll see what your father has to say.
But, at any rate, you can be sure of one
thing"
His voice sank to hoarse whisper
and the words fell with impressive dis
tinctness:
"If don't marry you, no one ever
shall!"
AS he spoke he leaned forward upon
the table which stood near him, and
his fingers closed nervously upon the
handle of jeweled paper knife. There
was murder in his eye at that moment,
and the frightened girl quailed be-
fore it.
Suddenly her ear caught the sound OF
footsteps in the hallway. She opened
her lips to cal. for help. but before she
could utter sound the door opened, re-
vealing the anxious face Of the house
maid, who had heard enough to realize
that it was time to interrupt the tete-
a-tete without further ceremony.
"Mr. Sprague, MISS" she an
nounced, with q comforting nod at her
young mistress, whose pale face and
tentfon.
Sprague stood on the threshold in
evident embarrassment, looking from
Agnes to Chatham, and uncertain how
to act.
81 fear I am intruding, Miss Muir
DOCK" he said at last; "your maid
told me she thought you could re-
ceive me. Perhaps l would better call
again"
mo, no, Mr.. Sprague," replied tho
young girl, effusively, coming toward
him with outstretched hands; Il am
SO glad to see YOU" And then, observ-
ing his inquiring glance toward
Chatham, II think" she added. cold
ly, that this gentleman has said all
that he has to say to me-"
Chatham's excitement had subsfdedt
in the reaction, he seemed i'll and
weak and he nervously clenched his
tremulous right hand.
II will wait to see DR.. Murdoch,
he said, doggedly, in low voice.
"As you please" replied Agnes, aft
er slight hesitation. MARY. show
Mr.. Chatham to the doctors study"
As the accountant followed the serv
ant from the room, blank despair was
stamped in every feature, and it
seemed to Sprague, as the door closed.
that he heard something like con-
vulsive sob.
Unconsciously Agnes had clung to
Sprague's hand. Now, as the sense of
danger disappeared, she became
aware of what she was doing; and, in
sudden embarrassment, she with
drew her hand from his reassuring
clasp.
The artist, recalling the object Of
his visit, at once became grave and
formal.
'I am sorry to intrude upon you at
this unconventional hour, Miss Muir
dock, but 1 found this letter in my
studio to-day. 1t was evidently
dropped by you yesterday; and,
thinking it might be important. I"
* letter? What letter." asked
Agnes, puzzled.
Sprague held out the sealed envel-
ope. The young girl tore it open and
cast hurried glance at it's contents.
Then suddenly understanding, she
tore the paper to shreds and threw
these angrily into the fire which
burned brightly in the large open
fireplace.
''Oh, that!" she exclaimed, con-
temptuously. And then after pause:
"Do you mean to say you thought"
She stopped short, seized by sud
den shyness.
"What else could l. think?" said
Sprague, softly.
He was watching the fragments Of
paper as they fared upon the hearth.
The fame which consumed them
seemed to shed a radiant glow upon
his heart.
"Then," he added, presently, and
still more softly, IF there is nothing
between you and-and him-perhaps-
perhaps l may hope-Miss Murdock-