The Washington times., 1914-07-01

quisite face. her small hands and
feet, her spirit and gentleness. And
now. at any dag. some one with a
broken bracelet might come for her.
AS the days went on the heart OF
Susan Farlow grew heavy:
Never mind. aunty." said Flor
ence; Il shall always come back to
See you"
She meant Il. poor child: but how
was she &c know the terrors which
lsy yonder, beyond the horizon?
The house Of Stanley Hargreave,
In Kivcrdale. was the house of no
ordinary rich man. outside II was
simple enough. but within you learn
ed what kind OF a man Hargreave
Was. There were rare Ispahans and
Saruks on the floors and tapestries
on the walls. with here and there a
fine painting. The library itself rep
sented a fortune. Money had been
laid out iavishly but never waste
FULLY. II was the home Of a scholar.
a dreamer. a vide traveller.
In the library stood the master Of
the horse. busy lingering some
papers which lay on the study table.
He shrugged at some unpleasant
thought settled his overcoat about
his shoulders. took up his hat. and
walked from the room, frowninR
slightly. The butler. who also acted
In the caracity Of valet. alwavs
within all when his master was
about. stepped to the hall door and
opened 1t
Il may be out late. Jones'" said
Hargreave.
Yes. SIR"
Hargreave stared into his face
keenly. as II trying to pierce the
grave face to learn what was going
on behind it.
How long have you been with
me?"
Fourteen years sir
Some day ] shall need you
My life has always been at your
disposal. sir. since that night you
rescued it
Well. l haven't the least doubt
that when I ask you will give"
Without question. sir. 1t was al
ways so understood"
Hargreave's glance sought the
mirror. then the smileless face OF his
man. He laughed. but the sound
conveyed no sense of mirth: then
he turned and wenr -own mo steps
slowly. like a man burdened with
some thought which WAS not al
together to his liking. He had
sent an order for his car. but had
Immediately countermanded II. He
would walk till he grew tired, hail
a taxicab. and take run up and
down Broadway. The wonderful il
Elimination might prove diverting.
For eighteen years nearly; and now
1t was as natural for him to throw
glance over his shoulder when
ever he left the house as II was for
him to breathe. The average man
would have grown careless during
these years; but Hargreave was not
an average man; he was, rather, an
extraordinary individual. IT was his
life in exchange for eternal vigil
ance and he knew and accepted the
fact.
Half an hour later ne got into a
taxicab and directed the man to drive
downtown as far as Twenty-third
street and back to Columbus circle.
The bewildering display or lights.
however, in nowise served to lift the
sense Of oppression that had
weighed upon him all day. South
OF Forty ty-second street he dismissed
the taxicab and stared undecidedIy
at the brilliant sign of a famous
restaurant He was neither hungry
nor thirsty: but there would be
strange faces to study and music.
II was an odd whim. He had not
entered a Broadway restaurant in
all these years. He was unknown.
He belonged TO no clubs. Two
months was the longest time he
had ever remained in New York
since the disposal OF his old home
in Madison avenue and his resigna-
ton from his clubs. This once.