The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1915-05-01


suddenly. out OF no particular trend OF
thought. CROPPED the sly. persistent sus-
picion that he had not been altogether
responsible for the sensations of an
hour ago. Some outside influence had
nodded his emotions for him. some
cunning brain had been doing his
thinking for him.
Then came the sharp recollection
OF that motionless. commanding figure
in the lighted window, and his own
puzzling behavior on the sidewalk out
side. He recalled his impression that
someone had called out to him Just
before he turned TO look up at the
window. II was all quite preposterous,
he kept on saying over and over again
TO himself, and yet he could not shake
on the uncanny feeling.
Earlier In tn, evening, without warn
ing. without the slightest encourage
ment on his part, there had suddenly
leaped into existence warm, tender
and wholly inexplicable feeling toward
HIS father. At FIRST he had been
amazed by this unwonted. almost un-
natural feeling. which later on devel
oped into something quite tangible In
the way OF an emotion, but he was be-
ginning to realize that the real mys-
terry lay outside of any selfanalysis
he could make. Like a shot there
flashed into his brain the startling
question: Was Ranjab the solution?
Was II Ranjab's mind and not HIS own
that had moved him 10 such tender
resolves? Could such a condition be
possible? Was there such a thing as
mind control?
An hour later Frederic approached
the box office of the theater mentioned
by Yvonne over the telephone that
morning. The play was half over and
the house was sold out He bought
a ticket OF admission, however. and
lined up with others who we're content
20 stand at the back to witness the 7,
play. Inside the theater he leaned |
weakly against the railing at the back |
OF tho auditorium and wiped his brow.
What was IL that had dragged him |
there against his will, in direct oppo- |
sition TO his logged determination to |
shun the place?
The curtain was up, the house was |
stll, save for the occasional coughing |
OF those who succumb TO a habit that |
can neither be helped nor explained. |
There we're people moving on the
stage. but Frederic had no eyes for
them. He was seeking IN the dark
ness for the two figures that he knew |
we're somewhere in the big. tense
throng
The lights went up and the house
was bright Men began scurrying up
the aisles. He moved up to the railing
again and resumed his eager scrutiny
OF the throng. He could not find them
At first he was conscious OF disap-
pointment, then he gave way to an
absurd rage. Yvonne had mIsled him.
she had deceived him-ay, she had |
fled to him. They were not In tho
audience. they had not even contem-
plated coming 10 this theater. He had
been tricked, deliberately tricked No
doubt they were seated In some other
place OF amusement. serenely enjoying
themselves. The thought OF II mad
dened him. And then. just as he was
on the point OF tearing out of the
house. he saw them, and the blood
rushed TO his head 30 violently that
he was almost blinded
He caught sight OF his father far
down in front, and then the dark, half
obscured heat Of Yyonne. He could
not see their faces. but there was no
mistaking them for anyone else. lie
only marvelled that he had not seen
them before, even In the semidarkness.
They now appeared 10 be the only
people In the theater: he could see no
one else.
James Brood's fine. aristocratic head
was turned slightly toward his wife.
who. as Frederic observed after chang.
ing his position TO one or better ad-
vantage. apparently was relating some
thing amusing Co him. They undoubt-
eddy we're enjoying themselves. Once
more the great, almost suffocating
wave of tenderness for his father
swept over him, mysteriously as be-
fore and as convincing. He expert.
enced a sudden. inexplicable feeling
OF pity for the strong, virile man who
had never revealed the slightest symp.
tom OF pity for him. The same curl
Gus desire 70 put his hands on his
fathers shoulders and tell him that
all was well with them came over him
again.
lnvoluntarily be glanced over his
shoulder, and the fear wae Ia his heart
that somewhere IN the shifting throng
his gaze would light upon the face
OF Ranjabl !
Long and lntently his searching