The Yale expositor., 1911-10-26

one time was regarded with religious
reverence by a large number of my
min, am not in sympathy with idol.
airy. Therefore, cannot tell you what
degree of sanctity attaches to the
stone in the eyes of those to whom it
once belonged"
Had anyone been standing immedi-
ately behind Mrs. Missioners chair in
such a position as to look into the
depths Of the Orientals eyes, instead
of gazing upward at them and so
missing the angle of truth as Mrs
Missioner from her position could only
do, he would have seen in those inky
depths CLEAN that belied the suave
disclaimer of the priest. Mrs. Mis-
sioner did not see it, and 1t was with
no sensation of discomfort, therefore.
that she returned the Swamihs bow
as he moved away to join group Of
people.
Mrs. Missioner, in the most comfort
able way In the world, laid her hand
on the arm of Curtis Griswold, and
recrossed the floor to make up set
of lancers. She would have been un.
comfortable, indeed, and even the self
centered Swami would have had dim
sense of something unusual, had they
known that every word they exchang-
ed was overheard by another swarthy
man In Occidental attire who stood
behind a screen. The second Eastern
er, he of the screen, gaZed after Mrs.
Missioner menacingly, and fixed his
eyes the next moment on the broad
back of the Swami with a look freight
ed with suspicion. He shrugged his
shoulders after the manner of a
Frenchman toned by long contact with
Saxon restraint, and unpretentiously
made a half-circle of the room until
at distance of few yards he faced
the turbaned scholar. His eyebrows
lifted. The unspoken question was
answered by an unnoticeable shake of
the Swami's head. Further questions
and answers flashed telepathically be-
tween those two pairs of vividly black
eyes, and little later the men them
selves paused for an instant in pass
ing-an instant that was not too short
for an exchange of words.
"As l told you, Prince" said the
Swami "she was not party to it"
Your proof?"
She believes her husband pur-
chased it from Her Royal Highness-
its namesake."
And the other?"
"He is here"
Watch him!"
"Assuredly."
Are the disciples at work?"
They must be finished by now.
expect the signal at any moment
1T is we'll"
Griswold should have had one Of
the most enjoyable evenings of his
life. Uncertain of her hearts atti-
tude toward Sands, eagerness to avert
the problem for a few hours made
Mrs Missioner seem more willing to
be monopolized by the clubman than
she would have been under any other
circumstances. Who so debonair as
Griswold when he led the beautiful
widow through the mazes of the
square dance, or foated with her
about the room to the melody Of the
Gitana waltz? Who more worthy OF
the homage due conquistador as he
paraded the wealthy woman's acquies-
cence to his open wooing the length
and breadth of the most brilliant and
exclusive ballroom in Fifth Avenue?
1t was not to be expected that Curtis,
under such conditions, could be any.
thing but gay. He glittered. His con-
versation sparkled like the receiver OF
wireless instrument. Little Dorothy
March was so impressed by the ex.
ceptional gallantry and animation of
the palpably delighted clubman-so
deeply impressed, in fact, that 1t was
long ere the memory of that evening
faded in more recent recollections or
chocolate nougats and Forrest Theater
matinees.
Now, the question is, would Curtis
Griswold have been as light-hearted
if he had known that letter address
ed to him was intercepted at the door
of this same mansion in Millionaires'
Row by a swarthy gentleman OF Ori-
entail aspect, who had dazzled the un-
suspecting district messenger with
tip of cleaning gold? Whether he
would remains question. Griswold
never knew it, but Prince Kananda,
after a swift persual of the note in
secluded smoking room, lost no time
in letting the Swami know 1t, and 1t
was worthy of note, though perhaps
nobody noticed it, that within very
few minutes after their second meet
ing in the ballroom, Prince and scholar
took their separate leave of their host
ess, and sped northwesterly In closed
automobiles that raced neck and neck
far beyond the speed limit.
Little society reporters, In frocks
of holden gray, scribbled for the city
editions of the morning papers the in
ternationally important information
that the ball of that evening was one
of the most brilliant successes of the
season. and that 1t was graced by the
attendance of an Oriental prince
.uag ha nv the