Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-08-03

rived from l'.,4.s ..sl night." he an swered. He wanted q list of Lord Runton's house party. Can you guess whyT'
 "Go ony'
 "Mr. Fielding of New York Jeff Havre on Saturday"-
 "Stopr'
 Her voice was a staccato note oi agony. Between the fingers which were pressed to her face he could see the slow, painful flushing of hei cheeks.
 Why did you come to tell me thisY she asked in low tone. You know" he answered. Did you guess last night that we were imposters?" she asked.
 Certainly not" he answered. An drew was tortured with doubts about you. He believed that you were Phyl lis Poynton"
 T amr' she whispered. T was afraid of him all the evening. He must have known"
 It seemed to Duncombe that the rocks and gorse bushes were spinning round and the ground was swaying un' der his feet. The wind, which had kept them both half breathless, seemed full of mocking voices. She was an impos. tor. These were her own words. She was in danger of detection, perhaps of other things At that very moment Spencer might have gained an entrance into Runton House. He felt uncertain of himself, and all the time her eyes watched him jealously.
 "Why did you come here?" she cried. "Why do you look at me like that? It is no concern of yours who I am. Why do you interfere?''
 Everything that concerns you con cerns me-" he answered. T don't care who you are or who you say you are. don't even ask you for any sort of explanation. I came to warn you about Spencer. For the rest, here am your friend whatever happens. You are ter rified! Don't go back to the house. Give me the right to take care of you. I'll do it"
 Then for the first time a really hu- man expression lit up her face. The sick fear passed away. Her features were suddenly softer. The light in her eyes was beautiful thing.
 You are kind," she murmured. "kind- CT than ever dreamed anyone could be who-knew. Will you be kinder still?"
 "Try me" he begged.
 Then go away. Forget who I am. Forget who am not. Shut yourself up in your study for twenty-four hours and come out without any memories at all. Oh, do this for me--do this!' she begged. with a sudden break in her voice.
 She leaned little toward him. A long wlsp of her hair blew in his face. A moment of madness came to him with the gust of wind which blew her almost into his arms. For one exqui- site moment he held her. The violets at her bosom were crushed against his coat. Then she tore herself away.
 You are madw she cried. Tt is my fault! Oh, let me gor'
 "Neyer! he answered, passionately clasping at her hand. "Call yourself by what name you will, love you. If you are in trouble. let me help. Let me go back to the house with you, and we will face 1t together, whatever 1t may be. Comer'
 She wrung her hands. The joy had all gone from her face.
 "Oh, what have I done7" she moan ed. Don't you understand that am an impostor? The man down there is not my father. I-oh, let me gor'
 She wrenched herself free. She stood away from him. her skirt gathered up into her hand. prepared for flight
 If you would really do me kind ness." she cried, "get Mir. Spencer to stop his search for me. Tell him to forget that such person ever existed. And you too! You must do the same. What I have done I have done of my own free will. I am my own mistress. will not be interfered with. Listenr'
 She turned white. intent face to- ward the house. Duncombe could hear nothing for the roaring of the wind, but the girls face was once more con vulsed with terror.
 "what was thatr' she cried.
 q heard nothing" he answered. ''what can one heari The wind Is strong enough to drown even our voices"
 And thoseT she cried again. point ing with outstretched finger to two rapidly moving black specks coming toward them along the winding road which led from the highway to Runton House.
 Duneombe watched them for q mo ment
 ~They are the Runton shooting brakes" be declared. T expect Lord Runton and the rest of them are com ing back"
 Coming backr she repeated. with q little gasp. But they were going to shoot all day and dine there. They are not expected home tn past mid night"
 "T expect the shoot is .off.- Dun combe remarked. cone couldn't pos sIbly hit anything a day ike this I wonder they ever started
 Her face was white enough before, but it was deathiy now. Her lips parted, but only . little moan came from them. He heard the rush of