New-York tribune., 1912-08-11
CHAPTER V. Continued
The Plot UnfoldS

~ Priscilla had risen anil stood mou"n.rs
II IN thc. center oi 'h, room. Oh, H'',n .'.I
- IN her hlul. % stately enough little
figure. with th, p,arl- cleaning at her throat
and wrath in her eye. ] hc hr.' time i1.d -u'
had been caught had been iai enough. but
thu second wa, ut"lcrahIr Aud unrc.r'uiug
hatred for the tall woman -tandlng IN the door
way suddenly flooded her. leaving hey brrath'c's
for ID minute.
~No. you are mo-, late, - she sad quietly.
Surely | heard You say three murmurcd
Iaoqucinc and her gloyoi hngcrr brushed Pm
ella 81 am iughtiuy ah-,utmlndcd, and the
hour, were rather confused; but | could have
sworn to three. Va ! wrong
81 and five, Priscilla replied %, quietly as be-
fore.
"Ah. how stupid Of me, But YOU will have to
forgive me again y"a are excellent at I"fHiNnE.
" hat an adorable small kitten
isn't IT." acuuic,ccd Mark enthusiastically,
the cloud that had swept over hl- face at IaCquc-
line, entry quite ii-p,llcd. She had made ID mis-
take and she Wa -orry. and that Wa all ihcrc
va, about that. IIi> game with Priscilla would
simply have to be put of To another time. "t)h,
Nl.s Campbell, how wonderful You look IN that
dr,,s, Doesn't She, Priscilla;
at is charming dress. sand Priscilla
lacuuclinc had been pc"ling of her long suede
glove and stood pulling them through her ilngcrs.
Her eyes considered Priscilla curously Tor "a Nun
ute after this remark, and then iluttcrcd To Mark.
"You are both too good, She deprecated grace
fully. "Ny poor irocN 1t IS getting sadly
shabby"
"Thc dress is beautiful; but it isn't that, he
cyplaincd eagerly Its YOU who are SO lovely
in il. You look iu,t the way Undinc would have
if she had got her clothes IN Paris, copied after
her own designs, YOU know, OF a green wave
trimmed with silver spray. And the fluffy white
feather in your hat Is the foam
"Undinci" repeated Iacquclmc slowly "Do
YOU think that look like Undlnc, MIR. Spencer.
81 don't think that YOU look quite quiet enough
for Undinc." Mark considered thoughtiuIly.
"You'rc more ike the LorcIei. II shut my eye,
could see YOU quite clearly sitting ON rock and
singing and always looking for something. I'm
awiully sorry for the Lorclci.
"You are with the minority SAID Iacqucllnc,
and she leaned back in her char, yelling the bit
tcrncss Of her eyes with broad, white lids "Thc
fisherman claims most of the sympathy.
"Im sorry for him. too, Mark admitted; but
I've always had the idea that She might have
loved him and wanted him to come up to her. you
know 1t must have been ghastly for her to have
to watch him being dashed to pieces on the rocks
below, and not bc able to help him.
"You are right, nodded Iacqucnc. "lt must
have been rather ghaStly, especially as she knew
that it was al her own fault
al have been brought up to look on the yellow,
haired lady with suspicious eye, remarked
Priscilla. 81 thought that She dashed a good
many fishermen to bits, singing chccriully as she
did it. ! imagined that She was heartleSS little
jade, without the indispensable equipment OF a
soul"
"That's it," cried Mark triumphantly. "That's
what shes looking fora soul! That's what
makes her eyes 50 restless
"And mine Mr. Spencer" laughed Jacqucline
Campbell softly.
81 don't-know. But Of course do: everyone
has a soul
$50 they have. SO had the Lorcci to start
Copyright. 1917. b, Iaue Ne~laI No,e,