Gloucester County Democrat., 1908-10-01

/ lou KNOW QeaF StfOeDel DdQ Il genius
for gaining information"
4I have heard as much,' and Shirley
and the baron smiled at Judge Clai
borne's tone.
The storm was diminishing, and Shir
ley grew more tranquil. Soon the am
bassador would leave and she would
send Armitage away, but the mention
of Stroebefs name rang oddly in her
ears, and the curious way in which
| Armitage and Chauvenet had come
into her life awoke new and anxious
questions.
Count Won Stroebel was not dem
ocrat. at any rate" she said. "Ie be
lieyed in the divine right and all that"
so do l, Miss Claiborne. It's ali
we've got to stand on"
But suppose a democratic prince
were to fall heir to one of the Euro
pean thrones. insist on giving his crown
to the poor and taking his oath in
frocE coat, upsetting the old order en-
tirely'-
''He would be fool, and the people
would drag him to the block in
week" declared the baron vigorously.
They pursued the subject in lighter
vein few minutes longer; then the
baron rose Judge Claiborne summon
ed the waiting carriage from the sta
| bic, and the baron drove home
Il ought to work for an hour on that
Danish claims NATTER" remarked the
| judge, glancing toward his curtained
den
You will do nothing of the kind.
Night work is not permitted in the val
ley.''
Thank you. l hoped you would say
that Shirley | believe 1 am tired.
and now if you will find magazine
for me III go to bed. Ring for ThoIn-
as to close the house."
Il have a few notes to write. They'll
take only minute, and I'll write them
here"
She heard her fathers door close, lis
tened to be quite sure that the house
was quiet and threw back the curtains.
Armitage stepped out into the library.
"You must go! You must go.7 she
whispered, with deep tensity.
"Yes; must go. You have been
kind. You are most generous.
But she went before him to the hall,
waited, listened. for one instant; then
threw open the outer door and bade
him go. The rain dripped heavily from
the caves, and the cool breath of the
! freshened air was sweet and stimulat-
ing She was Immediately relieved to
have him out of the house, but he lin
gered on the veranda staring helpless
| ly about.
81 shall &C hone,' he said, but so un-
steadily that she looked at him quick
ly. He carried the cloak flung over his
shoulder and in readjusting it dropped
it to the floor, and she saw in the light
of the door lamps that his arm hung
limp at his side and the gray cloth of
his sleeve was heavy and dark with
blood. With quick gesture she stoop-
/ ed and picked up the cloak.
Come, come! This is all very dread
ful. You must go to a physician at
once'
"My man and horse are waiting for
me- The injury is nothing" But she
threw the cloak over his shoulders and
| led the way across the veranda ara
out upon the walk.
81 do not need the doctor; not now
My man viii care for me-"
He started through the dark toward
the outer wall, as though confused
and she went before him toward the
cid 10 ant. Z n nxryan Of 1slI.
quick light step, of the soft rustic of
Ger skirts, of wish to send her back.
which his tongue could not voice but
he knew that it was sweet to follow
her leading. At the gate he took his
bearings with new assurance and
! strength.
''It seems that / always appear tc
you in some miserable fashion II IS
preposterous for me to ask forgive.
ness. To thank YOU
please say nothing at all, but go.
Your enemies must not find you here
again. You must leave the valley
Il have WORT to do. But it must
too much, too sweet to me-"
| 1ou must leave the bungalow.
found out today where you are staying.
There is new danger there The
mountain people think you are a reve-
nue. officer. / told one of them
'Yes?o
"-that you are not That is enough.
Now hurry away. You must find your
horse and 60"
/ He bent and kissed her hand.
"You trust me. That is the dearest
thing in the world" His voice fall
tered and broke in sob, for he was
worn and weak, and the mystery of
the night and the dark. silent garden
wove a spell upon him, and his heart
leaped at the touch of his lips upon
her fingers. Their figures were only
blufs in the dark, and their low tones
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