The Carlisle independent., 1915-05-20


 ness for the two figures that he knew were somewhere in the big, tense throng.
 The lights went up and the house was bright Men began seurrying 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. YYonne had misled him, she had deceived him-ay, she had lied to him. They were not in the audience, they had not even contem- plated coming to 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 it 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 so violently that he was almost blinded.
 He caught sight of his father far down in front. and then the dark, half obseured head Of Yvonne He could not see their faces, but there was no mistaking them for anyone else. He only marYelled that he had not seen ] them before, even in the semidarkness. They now appeared to 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 of better ad vantage, apparently was relating some thing amusing to him. They undoubt- edly were enjoying themselves. Once more the great, almost suffocating wave of tenderness for his father swept over him. mysteriously as be- fore and IS convincing. He expert l enced a sudden. inexplieable feeling of pity for the strong. virile man who had never revealed the slightest symp- tom of pity for him. The same curi- ous desire to put his hands on his fathers shoulders and tell him that all was well with them came over him again.
 Inyoluntarily he glanced over his shoulder. and the fear was in his heart that somewhere in the shifting throng his gaze would light upon the face of Ranjabl
 Long and intently his searching gaze went through the crowd, seeking the remote corners and shadows of the foyer, and a deep breath of relief escaped him when it became evident that the Hindu was not there. He had, in measure. proved his own cause; his emotions were genuinely his own and not the outgrowth of an influence for good exercised over him by the Brahmin.
 He began what he was pleased to term a systematic analysis of his emo tions covering the entire evening. all the while regarding the couple in the orchestra chairs with a gaze unswerv- ing in it's fidelity to the sensation that now controlled him-a sensation of impending peril.
 All at once he slunk farther back into the shadow, guilty flush mount ing to his cheek Yvonne had turned and was staring rather fixedly in his direction. Despite the knowledge that he was quite completely concealed by the intervening group of loungers, he sustained a distinct shock He had the uncanny feeling that she was look. ing directly into his eyes. She had turned abruptly, as if some one had called out to attract her attention and she had obeyed the sudden impulse. A moment later her calmly impersonal gaze swept on. taking in the sections to her right and the balcony. and then went back to her husbands face
 Frederic was many minutes in re- covering from the effects of the queer shock he had received. He could not get it out of his head that she knew he was there, that she actually turned in answer to the call of his mind. She had not searched for him; on the con. trary, she directed her gaze instantly to the spot where he stood concealed.
 Actuated by certain sense of guilt, he decided to leave the thsater as