The Chanute times., 1905-05-19

and impressively: You are wasting
your strength, my dear; better build
a new fire upon the ashes OF this old
one-you will never see Quentin Wa
ters-your lover-again. think that
you will not care to go unloved, no,
not unloved, you could never be that,
but unloving 10 the grave. Moreover.
have your maid prepare your clothes;
tomorrow I am going to take you
away with me. l have left you too
long to your own devices; and your
lovers
"'You have called Quentin Waters
my lover replied. I am more than
happy to introduce him to you as
such. When father CANDLES away
his daughters hand in room crowd
ed with gamesters, holding her name
as light as a thistle down-oh, ] hate
the thought of it!-he should thank
her if she meet him in any spirit
whatsoever. But II she acQuiesces in
what he has done, something more
than thanks, are, think, her due OF
course he told you that?' he said.
His aplomb was admirable. And you
believed him.?
"'Of course-he did not tell me that"
| retorted. He only lately became
aware of the fact that Lady Mary Fel-
ton and Rosemary Allyn, whom he
had seen at Castle Drout, were the
same person. saw-and possessed
the paper the day he won it--I recog-
nized my fathers writing!' He WINGED
now, and the blood came 10 the sur
face of his face. Then to make as
surance doubly sure, asked one who
had witnessed the proceedings that
night at the Lodge, and from him
learned the facts of the case. You
and Cousin Raoul need not have been
so anxious about the paper, since it
has been in my possession all the
time. Quentin Waters is not the man
to force an unwelcome bride
"T'm afraid he'll have to take
bride in heaven, he said harshly;
he'll get no earthly one.'
""Then will I be that BRIDE l re-
turned. Seeing there would be no
end to the argument, he left me, after
requesting my presence at home on
the morrow.
"He had hardly gotten out of the
door before Raoul Dwight put in an
appearance. had undergone my
limit that night; patience not being
a cardinal virtue with me, and l had
no words for him. I was passing to
nv room. when he barred my way.
"A moment, sweet coz, would have a
word with you,' he said. I pray you
grant me pardon for what happened
at the ball tonight. I wished to know
what that locket contained; have
found out At that l cried, You dared
make tool Of me for your base
deeds?' Everything is excusable IN
love and war;, he answered. Again
crave your pardon-it seems there
was no need of such rough measures,
for | am confident that Quentin Wa
ters is dead
"Tf he is dead violently cried,
YOU have killed him!'' He answered.
4 would have killed him joyfully in
duel face to face, but | am no knave
tn stab a man in the back Nor l
tauntingly questioned; but perhaps
hire men (and there are plenty about
town who ask no better way to coin
money! to do your delicate work Tor
you.' He retorted. 4 think you would
not care to know, If such was the
case. the name of the man in whose
brain the plan was created
"I looked scornfully at him and
cried: Coward! You not only make
light of a woman before an assembly,
hut strike in the dark the character
of one older than yourself-better not
tell him your suspicions-coward;
Peace. cousin, peace, he said.
have proof that Quentin Waters was
struck from his horse. and then mys-
teriously disappeared. At first !
thought his man, Gil--the ape-had
taken care of his body. But he has
been hanging about the Dukes the
ater, obviously as much at sea as the
rest of us as to the destiny OF MS
master. 1 firmly believe that he is
dead. Sweet coz, turn your thoughts
from dead man to me, quick one.
who has loved you for years-am
never to be rewarded for my hdelltyT
ITO be continued.
M Hnt OR