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With a gesture which was almost
a command, he bid her resume her
seat, and then in a masterful tone ne
spoke. "Mademoiselle," he said, l
must ask you to leave England at
once. You will return home, and i'm
mediately send in your resignation to
the Society of Patriots on account OF
your approaching marriage with
Monsieur Meyer, which will disquali-
fy you as a member. Have / your
promise that you will leave here
if not tomorrow, as o o os posi-
BILE? I ask this Of you, though it is
in my power to command. And now
T beg of you, for the sake of Ivan
Meyer, for the sake of all you love
on earth. to give up forever your
connection with any political society.
Politics is not for women; 1t is a
mans work-leave it to men. Every
woman who has meddled with it has
brought misery to herself and sor-
row to those who loved her.
The girl slowly raised her eyes to
his, and watched his earnest face as
he spoke. There must have been
something strange In her gaze, for
the young fellow WINGED beneath 1t.
1t had never been his lot to look on
genuine, hopeless misery before; but
he instinctiyely recognized what ne
saw in those sad. blue eyes.
81 will co." said Marie, softly.
Then VINEYARD mechanically moved
toward the door. With a silent in
clination of the head he left them.
Meyer alone returned the salutation,
but did not stir from his position
near to Marie Bakovitch.
'"You see," he whispered, "she is
going mad!"
e. In all and through all VINEYARD
Mistley was eminently practical.
"Are you quite alone?" he asked.
'"Haye you no friends in England?
Has she no maid, even. with herr"
Eyes, she has a maid who is now
sleeping in her room. She is young,
but intelligent"
you must rouse her. Let her
persuade mademoiselle to go to bed,
and she must remain by her side to-
night. In the morning, If mademoi-
selle is better, you must get her
away from here at once. Tiff she
is worse, send to me, and my mother
will come to her-a woman will
know best what is to be done. 1
can not Notwithstanding; but
I am convinced that mademoiselle is
not going mad; it is only temporary.
I think it must be what Is called hys-
terra. Have you no friends in Eng
land?"
1--WE have but one a Monsieur
Jacob, of London"
Monsieur jacob, of London.
Who is he?" asked VINEYARD.
81 know him very slightly; but he
has been kind to Marie. He is a
musician, ,and-and is connected
with some society to which Marie be-
longs"
VINEYARD shook his head. "He is
no good, then" he said. you must
go to your Consul, that is all. If /
do not hear from you by eleven to-
morrow morning, I will know that
you have left Walso; but if you re-
quire assistance of any description,
write to me or telegraph at once.
Put my name In full-Winyard-
W-i-n-y-a-r-d-in the address, so that
no mistake can arise. Do not thank
me, for I have done nothing yet.
Goodnight"
And 80 they parted.
Ivan Meyer re-entered the cottage
and closed the door. Marie was
waiting for him in the little parlor.
She was sitting by the table, and her
attitude was characterized by - pc
culiar stiffness which had no feeling
of repose about. He stood watching
her for some moments with weary,
yearning eyes and haggard face.
Marie" he said at length, in a
voice that vas no longer pleading as
of old. "iet lis understand each
other"
Eyes, Ivan," she replied, softly.
"What do you not understand"
He came nearer, and, leaning one
hand upon the back of her chair, he
bent over her.
will you not do what the Eng
lishman asks"
YES" she replied, in a dull voice:
"All?" he asked, with trembling
lips.
Eyes, Ivan, all. We will go to
America, as you desire. Oh, 1 am SO
tired! My head is throbbing! I
will go to bed now Goodnight,
1Xan!"
She ros and extended her hand
to him. In a wondering manner he
raised the delicate fingers to his lips
very tenderly, very lovingly-and
held the door open while she passed
out.
Then he dropped into a chair, and
sat staring stupidity at the paraflne
lamp till the distant chime Of two
o'clock aroused him, and sent him
mechanically to his room
CHAPTER XVIII
The Love Scene
Monday evening had been fixed
for the first rehearsal of the great
dramatic entertainment; and, as the
time came near, Lena discovered