The circle banner. [volume] (Circle, Mont.) 1914-1939, 1915-05-07

mysterious voice Of the East, and al
though no sound had been uttered
she heard as plainly as If he actual,
had shouted to her across the inter
vening space.
His father had said, more thar
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 8
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 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 nervous,
hurried manner to Lydia, her back
toward the window. In the middle
of sentence she abruptly got up from
the chair and moved swiftly to the OPP
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
installing the expression. After study
ing her face In silence for few min
utes Frederic himself experienced an
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
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 cozy times here, we
hree. 1t is SO convenient, too, for
you, my dear. You have only to walk
lround the corner, and there you are!
at your place of business, as the
men would say"
Lydia was to continue as Brood's
He would not listen to
ny other arrangement
"Oh, / do hope you will come, Mrs.
BROOD" cried the girl, earnestly. my
iano will be here tomorrow, and you
hall hear Frederic play. He is really
you play?" asked Mrs. Brood, re- {
arding him rather fixedly.
Lydia answered for him. "He disap-
ears for hours at a time, and comes I
ONE humming fragments from-oh,
ut / am not supposed to tell! For {
i've me, Frederic. Dear mel What /
ave l done?" She was plainly dis G
essed.
"No harm in telling Yvonne," said G
=, but uneasily. You see, it's this J
ay-father doesn't like the idea of T
Y going in for music. He is really e
Try much opposed to it. So I've been a
rt of stealing a march on him. Co t
g up to a chum's apartment and t
lnging away to my hearts content. t
s rather fun, too, doing 1t on the
Y. Of course, if father heard of it n
,'d-he'd-well, he'd be nasty about o
that's ALL" W
HE will not let you have piano h
the house?" h
IT should say not!" W
She gave them queer little smile.
1e shall see," she said, and that h;
is all. T
What do you play-what do you es
e best, Frederick" inquired Yvonne to
oh, those wonderful little Hunga- BIZ
n things most of all, the plaintive in
lie" to
Ia STONED as she began to hum ia
htly the strains of one of Ziehrers pc
nty waltzes. si
BY jove, how did you guess? Why. pl
my favorite. love it, Yvonne" yo
Is they descended in the elevator, an
,deric, unable to contain himself, hi
st out, rapturously: lie;
By jove, Yvonne, it will be fun, sill
ming over here every day or so for an
title music, won't it? l can't tell Sh
how happy l shall be-" fie
1t is time you were happy" said on
looking straight ahead, and many me
s passed before he had an inkling liv
Ill that lay behind her remark. lat
s they entered the house, Jones sea
them in the hall. ths
Mr.. Brood telephoned that he will Out
late, madam. He is at the GUS VIII
s office about the boxes" fro
There will be five or six in for car
Jones. You may serve il in Mr. | thi