The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1909-11-16

on eyes like his. / want folks to look
at me fair and straight. With the
exception of Mr.. Trevor, Peter and
Joe Raby are the only men on the ISL
and, and they're both tarred with the
same stick
Jacqueline asked for writing ma
terials, which Vic brought, and when
the girl had left her, our young trav-
eler sat down to open her heart to
Doris. She described the journey to
Watchhaven, and the manner in
which she had entered the enemy's
country.
~ know not when this letter will
reach YOU" she wrote, the nearest
postoffice is ten miles away on the
mainland, and no favors will be
shown me here. MY arrival has GER
tainly frightened Philip Trevor He
is feigning illness to gain time; may
be. But he must see me soon-he
cannot long evade an interview.
Meanwhile the presence of the girl
Vic. in the house of my foe comforts
me not little
The letter was never mailed
never read by Doris. While Jacque-
line was yet writing, Vicky sum-
moned her to lunch.
The table was spread for one per-
son only. The appointments were ell
egant, the vfands above reproach.
Vic served, and apart from her, JAG
queline saw no one. She had little
appetite. The hospitality of foe
is never PLEASANT was not easy
for her to break Philip Trevor's
bread The room in which she sat
was wainscoted in oak, and full of
warm crimson tints. On one side she
noticed piazza enclosed in glass and
stocked with potted plants and dwarf
palms Somehow, in that wild place,
it had an incongruous look.
~ ''Is Mr.. Trevor fond of fiowers?"
asked Jacquehne.
"Lor'. no." answered VIC, mot
him! T'other one got him to make
the piazza That glass is often
smashed in storms, but it's always
renewed 2
''who is 't'other one'?" asked JAG
queline, mystifled.
"Oh, you'll find out soon enough!"
answered Vic, shortly
Jacqueline returned to her cham
Der. A table of books and magazines.
offered her some diversion, but she
could not fix her thoughts on the
printed pages. Silence still reigned
in the house, and even about the pier
there was no sign of life. Joe Raby
had disappeared, and the sloop lay
lonely at her mornings. A vague UNI
easinessy began to creep over Jacque-
line. Had she not been a little rash
and self-willed in this undertaking?
If so, it was too late to retrieve her
error-she must now await the out
come with courage.
Dinner was served in the same
fashion as the previous meal. Then
fell the lonely night. The sea be-
came an ink-black void. On the sloop
a green port light flashed out. From
the window of her chamber Jacque-
line watched Is with wistful eyes.
Suddenly she was startled by crash
of music, rising, as it seemed, from
the room beneath her own--a piano,
played by master hand She lis
tened Etudes, nocturnes wild
waltzes-thick and fast they came,
shivering the stiffness that hung
drearily upon the island house. Then
a violin burst in, with whirlwind of
sweet notes; and while Jacqueline
sat, lost in wonder, woman's sopra-
no voice, of great power and purity,
scared out of the noise of the instru-
ments and hung in the air, separate.
unapproachable, like great jewel of
sound. Jacqueline recognized an old
Scotch love song, but the anguish and
heartbreak which the singer threw
into it were new and startling. Just
then Vic entered with lights JAG
queline, full of curiosity, turned to
her.
who are the musicians below"
she asked s
Vic adjusted silken shade over
the lamp and stepped back little
to view the effect.
Them? oh. them's Mr. Trevor
and his wife" she answered. II cal
kerlate he's got over the sudden sick
ness that took him when you came,
miss
To be Continued.