Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-10-08
THE
MANFROMB RODNEY'S
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Continued from page 3

"I1l try, my dear" said Lady Agnes
meekly.
When they reached the garden they
found Deppingham smoking furiously
and quite alone. Chase had left some
time before to give warning to the
English bank that trouble might be ex-
pected. The shadow Of disappoint-
ment that fitted across Genevra's face
was not observed by the others. Bob
by Browne and his wife were off stroll
ing In the lower end of the park.
"Poor old Deppy" cried his wife.
1--WE made up my mind to be exceed
ingly nice to you for a whole day."
II suppose l ought to beat you" he
said slowly
"Beat me? Why, prayT'
81 received an anonymous letter this
morning telling me of your goings on
with Bobby Browne" said he easily.
'It was stuck under my door by Brom-
ley, who said that Miss Pelham gave it
to her. Miss Pelham referred me to
Mr.. Britt, and Mr.. Britt urged me to
keep the letter for future reference.
/ think he said 1t could be used as Ex-
hibit A. Then he advised me to beat
you only In the presence of witnesses"
1.-THE whole household must be going
mad" cried Genevra. with a laugh.
ooh, If something only would hap
penn exclaimed her ladyship. "a riot.
a massacre-anything! 1t all sounds
like q farce to you, Geneyra, but you
haven't been here for five months, as
we have"
AS they moved away from the vine
covered nook in the garden a hand
parted the leaves In the balcony above,
and the dark, saturnine face of a trust
ed servant appeared behind 1t. This
secret espionage had been going on for
days in the chateau. Scarcely a move
was made or a word spoken by the
white people that escaped the atten-
ton of the swarthy spy. Az curious
1y enough, these spies we're 40 longer
reporting their discoveries to Hollings-
worth Chase.
The days passed. H~ollingsworth
Chase now realized that he no longer
had authority over the natives. Rasu-
la made the reports for the islanders
and took charge of the statements
from the bank.
Every morning Chase rode boldly
into the town, transacted what bust
ness he could, talked with the thor
oughly disturbed bankers and then de-
family made his way to the chateau.
10 mos In lora with tho prippacc-
desperately in love. He understood
perfectly-for he was a nan of the
world and eosmopolitan--that nothing
could come of it. She was a princess,
and she was not in a story book; she
could not marry him.
So far as Genevra was concerned, on
her part 1t could mean no more thar
q diversion, a condescension to coquet-
ry, a simple Irritation; it meant the
passing of a few days, the killing Of
time, the pleasure of gentle conquest,
and Undergraduates. All this he
knew.
At first she revolted against the
court he SO plainly paid to her in these
last few days. 1t was bold, conscience
less, impertinent. She avoided him;
she treated him to a short season of
disdain; she did all in her power to re-
Duke his effrontery-and then in the
end she decided to give him as good
as he sent in this brief battle of folly.
1t mattered little who came off with
the fewest scars, for in a fortnight or
two they would go their separate ways,
no better, no worse, for the conflict.
And, after all, 1t was very dull in these
last days, and he was very attractive
and very brave and very gallant and,
above all. very sensible.
They rode together In the park every
morning, keeping well out of range of
marksmen In the hills. Their conflict
was with the eyes, the tone of the
voice, the intervals of silence; no touch
of the handwriting except the strate-
gies of Eros.
What did 1t matter If a few dead
impulses, a few crippled ideals, a few
blasted hopes, were left strewn upon
the battlefield at the end of the fort
night? What did anything matter so
long as Prince Karl of Brabetz was
not there!
One night toward the end of this
week of enchanting rencounters-this
week of effort to uncover the vulner-
able spot in the others armor-Ge-
nevra stood leaning upon the rail
which inclosed the hanging garden.
She was gazing abstractedly into the
black night, out of which far away
blinked the light in the bungalow. 1t
was the first night in a week that he
had missed coming to the chateau.
She missed him. She was lonely.
He had told her of the meeting that
was to be held at the bungalow that
night at which he was to be asked to
deliver over to Rasula's committee the
papers, the receipts and the memoran-
da that he had accumulated during his
months of employment in their behalf.
She had a feeling of dread-a numb.