The Washington times., 1913-11-08

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The ship with the bullior
IL from Argentina-you remern.
ber? Well, it has gone down
scuttIed-''
Disraeh saw the work of Mrs. Ira.
Yers and Russia in this, and a wild de.
sire to choke that woman's slender
neck took possession of him. Mr.
Meyers voice was going on with the
story, low and monotonously.
Rumors affecting my credit have
been spread lately, but as yet no one
knows of this but you. l came here
first We cannot carry out the canal
contract. Thank heaven, l am in time
10 stop that at least
Disraeli did not answer, but held out
the open telegram to the banker. Then
he braced himself once more
This sha'n't be known" he said:
1t sha MT Go back TO your office,
don't say word to any one and stay
there until I send for you. Do you
hear?'
What will you dor the banker
gasped, touch of hope making his
face light up.
Disraeli sank TO a chair. God
knows" he muttered; Il don't"
After the door closed he raised his
head and called TO his wife. He sobbed
like child in her arms, while she, who
had always looked to him as the one
great refuge from all difficulties
snoothed his hair and petted him until
ne had control of himself again.
Ihen a servant announced Mrs Ira
Ners Dlsrasn was aroused to action
again He ran TO the closet, pulled off
his coat and slipped into a silk dress
amazement
Dizzy" she demonstrated, lis this
acling?''
Il am ILL.," announced the man grimly.
ne London papers have said I'm i'll
LEI her come. want to have her
mere. BY Jove, she shall see the sickest
man she ever saw in her life
Clarlssa rushed into the room and
$1,000 amazed at the sight that met her
eyes There on the sofa lay the prime
munster, an traces of animation gone
from his face, as limp as a rag. Mrs
Iravers entered, flushed and Laughing,
In gorgeous costume, all silks and
nylng ribbons, and ran across to greet
Lady Beaconsfield.
Lady Beaconsfield put a finger TO her
lips Hush, she said, with a warning
glance al the PROSTATE figure. Mrs
IraVers subsided ct once, and began tn
gurgle sympathetically. 'Oh. I'm so
soIry. won't stay a minute"
Dlsraeil raised himself a tri1e and
extended weak and wavering hand 10
her. Sweet Mrs Travers." he muir
INJURED, disconnectedly. I'm very weak.
So good of you to come"
Mrs: Trayers was embracing CIarissa
affectionately. Dear child" she was
murmuring. More lovely than ever.
But aren't you worrying about Lord
Deeford? 1 hear he is abroad
Yes. in Egypt" said Disraeli, weakly.
We have Just heard from him
her curiosity. Yes" DisraeI went ON on
the telegram is on the table
He watched in the mirror az Mr..
! Trsvrrs picked up the message. He saw
her stealthily draw the code, also to.
ward her and stuff it into her glove.
saving, in surprise. How odd TO cable
that from Egypt"
Yes. isn't it? said Disraeu. aprao-
ably. Hes engaged in an agricuIturaI
experiment, you know. You remember
Glastonbury about it?' at
so delightfui!" Mrs. Travers agreed
Vacantly, looking for a wav TO es-
cape and read the code. "AII dispersed
100. You i'll. Sir Michael Probert out
Of town
Disrseli jumped. The inspiration had
come. He drew his wifes head down
and whispered in her ear to fetch Pro-
bert al once The two women left the
room. They are going to meet the
specialist" Disraeli explained their
absence. land you will stay here and
entertain a sick man. won't you?''
Mrs Travers hesitated, but he drew
her down on the sofa beside him. THE
dainty hand, he murmured, fondling
her gioved fingers that cIutched the
telegram code. Mrs. Travers purred