Tensas gazette. [volume] (St. Joseph, La.) 1886-current, 1915-04-30

Hindu had called to her in the still.
mysterious voice of the East. and al
though no sound had been uttered.
she heard as plainly as II 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 il 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 defied the
will or understanding of either?
He had not failed to note 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 he
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. 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 60. No, she
could not wait for Mrs. Desmond's
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 coy times here, we
three. 1t is so convenient, too, fol
you, my dear. You have only to wall
around the corner. and there you are
eat your place Of business, as the
men would say"
Lydia was to continue as Brood's
amanuensis. He would not listen t.
any other arrangement)
"Oh, I 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 l am not supposed to tell! For
give me, Frederic. Dear me! Wha
have done'" She was plainly dis
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mo harm in telling Yvonne." sale
he, but uneasily. you see. it's thil
way-father doesn't like the idea o
my going in for music. He is reall,
very much opposed to it. So I've beer
sort of stealing a march on him. Go
ing up to a chum's apartment ant
banging away to my hearts content
It's rather fun, too, doing 1t on tn,
sly. OF course. II father heard of i
he'd-he'd-well. he'd be nasty abou
1t, that's ALL"
HE will not let you have a plane
In the house?"
Il should say not!"
She gave them a queer little smile
I'VE shall see." she said, and tina
was all.
What do you play-what do yol
like best. Frederick" inquired Yvonne
"Oh, those wonderful little Hunga
rian things most Of all. the plaintiv,
little"
He stopped as she began to hun
lightly the strains of one of Ziehrer'
jaunty 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. 1t will be fur
coming over here every day or so TO
a little music, won't it? I can't tel
you how happy l shall be-"
1T is time you we're happy" sal
she. looking straight ahead. and man
days passed before he had an inklin
of all that lay behind her remark.
As they entered the house. Jone
met them in the hall.
mr.. Brood telephoned that he vii
be late, madam. He is at the Gu.
toms office about the boxes"
There will be five or six in 70
tea. Jones. You may serve 1t in Nj
Brood's study"
A look of surprise fitted across tn
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