Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-10-27

again and paused.
 An expression of surprise crossed Loder's face and he laid down his pipe As the visitor knocked he walked quietly across the room and opened the door.
 The passage outside was dark and the newcomer drew back before the light from the room.
 MT. LoderY he began interroga. lively. Then all at once he laughed In embarrassed apology. Forgive me-" he said. "The light rather dazzled me didn't realize who 1t was."
 Loder recognized the voice as belong ing to his acquaintance of the fog.
 "Oh. it's you" he said. Wont you come in?" His voice was little cold. This sudden resurrection left him sur prised, and not quite pleasantly sur prfsed. He walked back to the fire place, followed by his guest.
 The guest seemed nervous and agi tated. T must apologize for the hour of my visit" he said. "My--my time is not quite my own"
 Loder waved his hand. Whose time is his own?' he said.
 Chilcote, encouraged by the remark, drew nearer to the fire. Until this mo ment he had refrained from looking d. rectly at his host Now, however, he raised his eyes, and, despite his prepa' ration, he recoiled unavoidably before the extraordinary resemblance. Seen here, in the casual surroundings of a badly furnished and crudely lighted room, 1t was even more astounding than 1t had been in the mystery of the fog. .-..
 Forgive me-" he said again. "It Ia physical. purely physical. I am bowled over against my will"
 Loder smiled. The slight contempt that Chilcote had first inspired rose again. and with 1t second feeling less easily defined. The man seemed so un- stable, so incapable, yet so grotesquely suggestive to himself. "The likeness is rather overwhelm- ing" he said, but not heavy enough to sink under. Come nearer the fire. What brought you here? Curiosity?" There was a wooden armchair by the fire place. He indicated 1t with a wave of the hand, then turned and took up his smoldering pipe. ..-,
 Chilcote, watching him furtively, obeyed the gesture and sat down.
 Tt is extraordinary" he said, as if unable to dismiss the subject. "It-it is quite extraordinary!
 The other glanced round. Let's drop it." he said. Its so confOundedly ob- vious." Then his tone changed. Wont you smoke?' he asked.
 Thanks" Chilcote began to tumble for his cigarettes.
 But his host forestalled him. Taking box from the mantelpiece. he held 1t out
 My one extravaganza" he said iron ically. My resources bind me to one; and think have made wise selec- tion. It is about the only vice we haven't to pay for six times over." He glanced sharply at the face so absurdly like his own, then, lighting a fresh spill, offered his guest light.
 Chilcote mostened his cigarette and leaned forward. In the flare of the | paper his face looked set and anxious, but Loder saw that the lips did not twitch as they had done on the pre- vious occasion that he had given him a light, and a look of comprehension crossed his eyes.
 What will you have, or, rather, will you have whisky? I keep noth- ing else. Hospitality is one of the de- barred lrxuries."
 Chilcote shook his head. 'I seldom drink. But don't let that deter you" Loder smiled. T have one drink in the twenty-four hours-generally at o'clock. when my nights work Is done. A solitary man has to look where he is going"
 You work till 2?"
 1.-Two or g."
 ChIlcote's eyes wandered to the desk.
 "You writer" he asked.
 The other nodded curtly.
 "Booksg' Chilcote's tone was anx- ious.
 Loder laughed. and the bitter note showed In his voice.
 ''No: not books" he said. Chilcote leaned back in his chair and passed his hand across his face. The strong wave of satisfaction that the words woke in him was difficult to conceal.
 What Is your work"
 I.oder turned aside. You must no, ask that" he said shortly. When a man has only one capacity. and the capacity has no outlet. he is apt to run to seed In q wrong direction. culti- vate weeds. at abominablc labor and a very small reward" He stood with | his back to the fire. facing his visitor. Ills attitude was a curious blending of pride. defiance and despondency. Chilco;e leaned forward again. "why speak of yourself like that? You are a man of intelligence and education" He spoke questionlngly, anxiously.
 Intelligence and educationr' Loder laughed shortly. London is cemented with intelligence. And education! What Is educationg The court dress necessary to presentation. the wig and gown necessary to the barrister. But do th. wig and gown necessarily mean briefs or the court dress royal favorl Education is tho accessory. It is infiu. ence that is essential. You should