The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1915-04-17

cut rmntNs Idlltu HIS manu- kthAi1s
and allowed her swimming eyes 10
rest on his for an instant TO complete
the conquest Then she motioned him
away. Brood's voice was heard in the
doorway. She had. however. planted
an insidious thing In Frederic's mind.
and II would grow.
Her husband re-entered the room,
his arm linked in Lydia's. Frederic
was lighting cigarette at the table.
you did not mean all that you said
moment ago. Yvonne." said Brood
IeyelIy. Lydia misinterpreted your
Jest. You meant nothing unkind.
am sure" He was looking straight
into her rebellious eyes: the last
CLEAN OF defiance died out OF them
as he spoke.
Il am sorry. Lydia. darling" she
said, and reached out her hand 10 the
girl, who approached reluctantly, I'M
certainly. Il confess that was jeal-
Gus. Why shouldn't be jealous I?
! You are so beautiful, so splendid Z"
She drew the girl down beside her.
Forgive me, dear" And Lydia, whose
honest heart had been so full OF re-
sentiment the moment before. could
not Withstand the humble appeal in
the voice OF the penitent She smiled
first at Yvonne then at Brood, and
never quite understood the impulse
that ordered her TO kiss the warm, red
lips that so recently had offended
James. DEAR" fell softly. alluringly
from Yvonne's now tremulous lips
He sprang to her side. She kissed
him passionately. Now, we are all
ourselves once more" she gasped a
moment later. her eyes still fixed in
quiringly on those OF the man beside
her. Let us be gay! Let us forgetl
Come. Frederic! Sit here at my feet
Lydia is not going home yet. Ranjab.
.he cigarettesl"
Frederic, whitefaced and scowling.
remained at the window. glaring out
into the rain-swept night. A steady
sheet OF raindrops thrashed against
the window panes.
Hear the windl" cried Yvonne,
after a single sharp glance at his tall.
motionless figure. "One can almost
imagine that ghosts from every grave.
yard in the world are whistling past
our windows Should we not rejoicel
We have them safely locked outside
ai-e There are no ghosts In here
TO make us shiver-and-shake."
hof han M ulf
trailed of in slow crescendo. ending
abruptly. Ranjab was holding the
lighted taper for her cigarette. AS
she spoke her eyes were lifted TO his
dark, saturnine face She was saying
there were no ghosts. when his eyes
suddenly fastened on hers. In spite
of herself her voice rose In response
TO the curious dread that chilled her
heart as she looked into the shining
mirrors above her. She shivered as II
in the presence OF DEATH For an IN
calculably brief period their gaze re-
NAMED fixed and steady. each reading
a mystery Then the Hindu lowered
his heavy lashes and moved away.
The little by.scene did not go unno-
ticed by the others. although It's mean
ing was lost
There's nothing to be afraid OF.
Yvonne," said Brood, pressing the
hand, which trembled in his Your
imagination carries you long way.
Are you really afraid OF ghosts?
She answered in a deep, solemn
voice that carried conviction. Il be.
lieye in ghosts. / believe the dead
come back 10 us. not to flit about, as
we are told by superstition. but TO
lodge actually to dwell-inside these
warm. living bodies OF ours. They
come and go at viii Sometimes we
feel that they are there. but-ah, who
knows? Their souls may conquer OARS
and go on inhablting"
"Never" he exclaimed quickly, but
his eyes were full Of the wonder that
he felt
"Frederic!" she called imperatively.
Come away from that window"
The young man joined the group.
The suIlen look In his face had given
way to one of acute inquiry. The new
note in her voice produced a strange
effect upon him. II seemed like a call
for help, cry out Of the darkness.
They were all playing for time. Not
one OF them but who realized that
something sinister was attending their
little conclave. unseen but vital. Each
one knew that united they were safe.
each against the otherl Lydia was
afraid because OF Brood's revelations.
Yyonne had sensed peril with the mes
sage delivered by Ranjab to Frederic
Frederic had come upstairs prepared
for rebellion against the caustic re-
marks that were almost certain 10
come from his father. Brood was
afraid of-himselfl He was holding
himself in check with the greatest diff
ficulty. He knew that the smallest
spark would create the explosion he
dreaded and yet courted. Restraint
lay heavily yet shiftingly upon all OF