The Carlisle independent., 1915-07-01

within these four walls" said ne and his face was very white.
 "Is that your sentence?"
 Call it that if you like, Therese" 1"
 Do you mean that I am not to put foot outside of these premises 9" she asked, wide-eyed. He nodded his head My keepers? Who are they to be? The old men of the sea-"
 Your keeper will be the thing you call Love-" said be.
 Do you expect me to submit to this"
 He held up his hand "I expect you to remain here until return, Therese. I did not intend to impose this condi- tion upon you by word of mouth. was going away without word, but you would have received from Mir. Dawes a sealed envelope as soon as the ship sailed It contains this yer dict in writing He will hand it to you, of course, but now that you know the contents it will not be necessary to-"
 And when you do come back am I to hope for something more than your pardon and release?" she cried. with fine irony in her voice
 q will not promise anything" said he, slowly.
 She drew a long breath and there was the light of triumph in her eyes. Laying her slim hand on his arm, she said: T am content, James am sure of you now. You will find me here when you choose to come back, be it in one year or twenty. Now go, my mani They are waiting for you. Be kind to them, poor souls, and tell them all that you have just told me. It will make them happy. They love me, you see"
 Yes, they do love you, said he, put ting his hands upon her shoulders. They smiled into each oAer's eyes. "Good-by, Therese. l will return
 "Good-by, James. No, do not kiss me- It would be mockery. Good luck and-God speed you home again :" Their hands met in warm, firm clasp. T will go with you as far as the door of my prison"
 4 iOiII AAC OpCA uOOI DllC SiAlAACo ONN upon the young people in the motor and waved her handkerchief in gay farewell Then she closed the door and walked slowly down the hallway to the big library. She was alone in the house save for the servants. The old men had preceded the voyagers to the pier. Standing in the center of the room, she surveyed this particular cell in her prison with sort of calm disdain.
 He has taken the only way to con quer himself,D she unused, half aloud. He is a wise mana very wise man. I might have expected this of him. :"
 She pulled the bell cord, and Jones, who had just re-entered the house, came at once to the room.
 Yes. madam"
 When MT. Dawes and Mir. Riggs re- turn from the ship, tell them that I shall expect them to have luncheon with me. That's all. thank you"
 Yes, madam
 By the way, Jones, you may always set the table for three"
 Jones blinked. It was most un- usual order He had been trying to screw up his courage to inquire what his mistress plans were for the i'm mediate future-whether she intended to travel, should he dismiss the serv- ants, would she spend the heated term in the mountains, etc, etc. He, as we'll as the rest of the servants. won dered why the masters wife had been left behind. Her instructions, there fore, to lay three places at the table took him completely by surprise knocked the breath out of him." as he expressed it to the cook a few min utes later. She had never been known to take meal with the garrulous old men. They bored her to distraction, according to Celeste. And now he was to lay places for them-always! It was most extr'ordernary!
 
 A cold, blustery night in January. six months after the beginning of Yvonne's voluntary servitude in the prison to which her husband had com mitted her. In the big library, before a roaring fire sat the two old men. very much as they had sat on the De cember night that heralded the ap- proach of the new mistress of the house of Brood, except that on this occasion they were eminently sober. On the corner of the table lay a long, yellow envelope-a cablegram ad- dressed to Mrs. James Brood.
 It's been here for two hours and she don't even think of opening it to see what's inside" complained Mir. Riggs, but entirely without reproach.
 Its her business, Joe." said Mir. Dawes, pulling hard at his cigar.
 Maybe some ones dead" said Mir. Riggs. dolorously.
 Like as not" said his friend. but what of it?"
 What Of it, you infernal-but, ex- cuse me, Danbury, I won't say it. It's against the rules. God bless 'em. But I will say that if anybody else had