The Miller sun. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 190?-19??, 1906-12-01

not bring himself to realize that this was
the end, that he had lost Sylvia just when
he had gained her.
BY what means had the truth come to
her! BY what danger was he not sur
rounded? He would go out of England.
| This money that Sylvia had returned
| would keep him like a king in other coun-
! tries. Let him turn his back on all let
him snap his fingers at failure: let him
show this woman that her Reputation OF
him left him untouched. He would not
even return to Gerald Tenbys rooms he
| would go as he was, go he cared not
where, so long as he put distance between
himself and all for which he had worked.
So he turned with hooking laugh on
his lips, but an aching wound in his
heart, and before night tina came he was
we'll away from London.
Antonio mst Gerald Tenby on the door
step of Lady Charlotte Singleton's house.
The girl would have passed in without
even speaking to him, but he stopped her.
Forgive me-" he said II heard your
uncle was very i'll. i came to offer my
sympathy"
my uncle is dead" said Antonio. She
did not look Mt him; he fancied ne saw
the old aversion in her face.
He was good man. / am sorry"
The girl tried to conquer her feelings,
but words would not come 4; indeed, in
this moment the old loathing for this man
was uppermost. Not even for the sake
of what was to be gained could she con-
tinue the part she had set herself to play.
She bent her head and passed into the
house, and Gerald Tenby turned away and
knew that she wished him to be gone.
Long after Gerald Tenby had risen and
passed away Sylvia and Ben Coop sat on
talking.
The woman hardly recognized herself in
this hour. She felt as If she had been
touched by some magican's wand. All the
cultivated hardness and worldiness that
had grown into her nature these many
years dropped from her and left her what
she once had been. 1t was like dream
| to sit listening to Ben's slow, north-coun-
try voice.
Il must go now" she said; ''but 1
shall not say good-by to you, Ben you
VIII come TO me- won you
ITO the end of the world" Ben said
simply; land when / have found the lad
I'll be more free to serve you, Liz"
Il pray that you may find the lad"
she said. II hope ] may have been the
means, perhaps, Of putting you OH the
right path. l should like to feel that
had had some share in giving joy to that
beautiful girl who loves him. We met
and spoke, Ben, the ether day; felt bet
ter after that"
Then Sylvia had swept away and had
gone out to her carriage, needless of the
curious eyes that watched her, and Ben
had left the picture gallery, and had gone
out into the streets also, feeling his heart
a maze of sorrow and JOY, feeling also
thrill of excitement.
He went slowly back to his hotel where
his sad face and bowed head spoke elo-
quently of trouble and suspense.
Sylvia mingled In with his thought. 1t
seemed so natural, and yet so strange, that
Liz still lived and that she had need of
him.
Stephens, the discharged valet, had ar
ranged to come to him before evening; so
Ben remained in the hotel, waiting for
this man. The hours crept by, and Ste
phens did not come, but finally note was
brought. 1t was written in pencil, and
signed by Stephens.
"Stanton is leaving London for the con-
tinent; / am going to follow him. Will
communicate with you at the earliest OPP
portunity. | think this is my best plan.
There is work for you to do l inclose
you herewith the address of house to
which / understand Stanton has been in
the habit of going. / don't know wheth-
er there will be anything in this, but ev-
erything is worth trying, especially when
we have to deal with such scoundrel.
shall give you an account of the money
you advanced to me when we meet again."
The advent of this letter acted like
magic on Ben. He threaded his way up
to Tottenham Court Road slowly.
The house to which he was going lay
very far out, and more than one person
advised him to reach it by train.
Feeling the wisdom of keeping his
strength as much as possible, Ben resolved
to take this advice, and it was while he
was threading his way to the station that
he suddenly saw mans face looking out
at him from hanson upon which was
piled some luggage. The man was Ger
old Tenby. Though his eyes rested upon
Ben for ali instant, there was nothing TO
tell the rich man that this humble looking
individual was one who was working for
justice. Gerald Tenby was going to Mill
Cross Court.
When the door had closed upon An
Il. klxnt cfk H.
ment hesitatingly. The girls manner had
chilled him, and her news had startled
him.
He determined all at once that he would
leave london. Stanton had gone. Their