The Carlisle independent., 1915-04-15

though no sound had been uttered. she heard as plainly as if he actually had shouted to her across the inter- vening space.
 His father had said, more than once, that the Hindu and the Egyp- 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 much Frederic knew of Ranjab-if 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 Yyonne and the silent Hindu-a voiceless pact that defed the will or understanding of either?
 He had not failed to note a tend ency on her part to avoid the Hindu as much as possible She even con fessed to an uncanny dread of the man, but could not explain the feeling. Once she requested her husband to dismiss the faithful fellow. When ne demanded the reason, however, she could only reply that she did not like the man and would feel happier if he were sent away Brood refused, and 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 a 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. It 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; 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 Desmond's s return.
 Tt is charming here. Lydia" she coid pyrin tho Eftia citfin with eyes that sought the window again and again in furtiye darts. Frederic must bring me here often. We shall have eozy times here, we three. It 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"
 Hydia was 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 a time, and comes home humming fragments from-oh but I am not supposed to tell! For give me, Frederic Dear me! What have I 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 it. So I've been sort of stealing 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 it 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?"
 q should say not."
 She gave them queer little smile We shall see,' sine said, and that was all
 What do you play-what do you like best, Frederie?" inquired Yvonne
 "Oh, those wonderful little Hunga- rian things most of all. the plaintive little-'
 He stopped as she began to hum lightly the strains of one of Ziehrer's iaunty waltzes
 By jove. how did you guess? Why, it's my favorite love it. Yvonne."
 AS they descended in the elevator, Frederic, unable to contain himself, burst out rapturously:
 By jove, Yyonne, it will be fun, coming over here every day or so for a little music, won't it? I cant tell you how happy I shall be"
 Tt is time you were happy" said she, looking straight ahead, and many days passed before he had an inkling of all that lay behind her remark
 As they entered the house, Jones met them in the hall.
 "Mr. Brood telephoned that he will be late. madam. He is at the GUS toms office about the boxes"