The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1915-04-15

once, Inat the hlnuu anu lhS GbJP
tian possessed the power to be in two
distinct places at the same time
James Brood, a sensible man, was
firm believer in magic, and this mucn
Frederic knew of Raniab-f James
Brood needed him, no matter what the
hour or the conditions, the man ap-
peared before him as If out OF nowhere
and in response to no audible sum-
mons. He was like the slave OF the
lamp.
Was there, then. between these two
the beautiful Yvonne and the silent
Hindu-a voiceless pact that detied the
will or understanding of either?
He had not failed to note tend
ency on her part to avoid the Hlnuu
as much as possible. She even con-
fessed to an uncanpy dread of the man.
but could not explain the feeling
Once she requested her husband 70
dismiss the faithful fellow. When he
demanded sSS reason, however she
could only reply that she did not like
the man and would feel hoNSSar II ne
we're .soiis away. Brood refused ana
from that hour her fear of the Hindu
increased.
Now she was speaking in a nervous,
hurried manner to Lydia, her back
toward the window. In the middle
of sentence she abruptly got up from
the chair and moved swiftly to the op-
posite side of the room, where she
sat down again, as far as possible
from the window. Frederic found him
self watching her face with curious
interest. All the time she was speak
ing her eyes were fixed on the win
dow. 1t was as if she expected some
thing to appear there There was no
mistaking the expression. After study
ing her face in silence for few min
utes Frederic himself experienced an
irresistible impulse to turn toward the
window. He half expected to see the
Hindu's face there, looking in upon
them; a perfectly absurd notion when
he remembered that they were at least
one hundred feet above the ground.
Presently she arose to go. No, she
could not wait for Mrs. Desmonds
return.
1T is charming here, Lydia" she
said, surveying the little sitting-room
with eyes that sought the window
again and again in furtive darts.
Frederic must bring me here often.
We shall have cozy times here, we
three. 1t is so convenient, too, for
you, my dear. You have only to walk
around the corner, and there you are!
at your place of business, as the
men would say"
Lydia vas to continue as Brood's
amanuensis. He would not listen to
any other arrangement)
"Oh, do hope you will come, Mrs.
Brood" cried the girl earnestly. MY
piano will be here tomorrow, and you
shall hear Frederic play. He is really
wonderful"
You play?" asked Mrs. Brood, re-
garding him rather fixedly.
Lydia answered for him. "He disap-
pears for hours at time, and comes
home humming fragments from-oh,
but l am not supposed to tell! For
give me, Frederic. Dear me! What
have l done?" She was plainly dis
tressed.
"No harm in telling Yvonne," said
he, but uneasily. you see, it's this
way-father doesn't like the idea of
my going in for music. He is really
very much opposed to 1t. So I've been
sort Of stealing a march on him. Go
ing up to a chum's apartment and
banging away to my hearts content
It's rather fun, too, doing it on the
sly. OF course, If father heard of il
he'd-he'd-well, he'd be nasty about
it, that's all"
He will not let you have a piano
in the house?"
"I should say not!"
She gave them queer little smile
I'VE shall see." she said, and that
was all.
What do you play--what do you
like best, Frederick" inquired Yvonne
ooh, those wonderful little Hunga
rian things most of all, the plai2tivt
little"
He stopped as she began to hun
lightly the strains of one of Ziehrer':
1aunty waltzes.
"By jove, how did you guess? Why
it's my favorite. l love it, Yvonne.
AS they descended in the elevator
Frederic, unable to contain himself
burst out rapturously:
by jove, Yvonne, it will be fun
coming over here every day or so fo
little music, won't it? l can't tel
you how happy shall be-"
ut is time you were happy" salt
she, looking straight ahead, and man,
days passed before he had an inklini
of all that lay behind her remark.
AS they entered the house, Jone
met them in the hall.
"Mr. Brood telephoned that he will
be late, madam. He is at the Gus
toms office about the boxes"
There will be five or six in TO
tea Jones. You may serve it in MI
Brood's study"
!, A look of surprise fitted across tn
buffers impassive face. Eyes, mac
am" For moment he had doubte
his hearing.
And ask Ranjab to put away MI
Brood's writing material and referenc
| books"
J 81 shall attend to 1t myself, madam
} Ranjab went out with Mr. Brood"
Went out?" exclaimed Yvonnt
rigid.
Frederic turned upon the butler i
fash. you must be mistaken
Jones'" he said sharply.
Il think not, sir. They went ava
together in the automobile. He ha
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