The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1915-03-07


;unnolhu could not explain the feeling.
gs ulonce she requested her husband to
NJ AZ ldismiss the faithful fellow. When he
[ demanded the reason, however, she
4 waJ ,ould only reply that she did not like
0 cio1tbe man and would feel happier if he
were sent away. Brood refused, and
Fra from that hour her fear of the Hindu
oduce Increased
ligbtsI Now she was speaking In a nervous
{ coI hurried manner to Lydia, her back
wbJ toward the window. In the middle
ymfoI of a sentence she abruptly got up from
The chair and moved swiftly to the op-
b" al nosite side of the room, where she
sat down again, as far as possible
nokey from the window. Frederic found him
self watching her face with curious
dericL interest All the time she was speak
onnsI ing her eyes were fixed on the win
dow. II was as if she expected some
ou II thing TO appear there. There was no
mistaking the expression. After study.
nd ii ing her face in silence for a few min
gi-I utes Frederic himself experienced an
@ MI irresistible impulse to turn toward the
lDliI window. He half expected to see the
Hindus face there, looking in upon
- M them: a perfectly absurd notion when
ratbI he remembered that they were at least
Its{ one hundred feet above the ground.
Presently she arose to go. No, she
begi could not wait fer Mrs. Desmonds
/ return.
-isal at is charming here, LYDIA" she
ia{ said. surveying the little sitting-room
yed with eyes that sought the window
omi again and again in furtive darts,
real "Frederc must bring me here often.
eyI We shall have cozy times here, we
are 4 three. 1t is so convenient, too, for
,waJ YOU. my dear You have only to walk
around the corner, and there you are!
sh l at your place of business, as the
quiJ men would say"
.acI Iydia was to continue as Broods
criAA amanuenss He would not listen to
| al any other arrangementD
"Oh, do hope you will come, Mrs.
q Il Brood" cried the girl, earnestly. MY
al piano will be here tomorrow, and you
srI shall hear Frederic play. He is really
=, Il wonderful"
"You play?" asked Mrs. Brood, re-
gardng him rather fiXedly.
Lydia answered for him. "He disap-
pears for hours at a time, and comes
,n home humming fragments from-oh,
,,nI but | am not supposed to tell! For
Sl give me, Frederic. Dear me! What
have ! done?" She was plainly dis
~ tressed.
mo harm in telling Yvonne," said
he, but uneasily. "You see, it's this
way-father doesn't like the idea of
my going in for music. He is really
IN very much opposed to it. So I've been
IN sort of stealing a march on him. Co.
,al ing up to a chum's apartment and
IN banging away to my hearts content
N It's rather fun, too, doing it on the
sly. OF course, if father heard of it
IL he'd-he'd-well, he'd be nasty about
N 1t, that's ALL"
Il He will not let you have a piano
n in the house?"
III 81 should say mott"
IN She gave them a queer little smile.
n 1--WE shall see," she said and that
81, was all
"a What do you play-what do you
like best, Frederick" inquired Yvonne.
"Oh, those wonderful little Hunga-
II rian things most of all, the plaintive
IN little"
"A He stopped as she began to hum
4 lightly the strains of one of Ziehrer's
L jaunty waltzes.
"By jove, how did you guess? Why,
it's my favorte. I love it, Yvonne."
AS they descended in the elevator,
I Frederic unable to contain himself,
burst out raptur0usly:
by jove, Yvonne, it will be fun.
al coming over here every day or so for
a little music, won't it? | can't tell
il you how happy | shall be-"
II at is time you were happy" said
n she, looking straight ahead, and many
days passed before he had an inkling
of all that lay behind her remark.
II AS they entered the house, Jones
/ met them in the hall.
"Mr. Brood telephoned that he will
be late, madam. He is at the Gus
toms Office about the boxes"
1 There will be five or six in for
tea, Jones' You may serve it in Mr..
Broods study"
A look of surprise fitted across the
buffers impassive face. "Yes, mad
am" For a moment he had doubted
his hearing.
"And ask Ranjab to put away Mr..
Brood's writing material and reference
books"
81 shall attend to it myself, madam.
Ranjab went out with Mr.. Brood"
Went out?" exclaimed Yvonne,
rigid.
Frederic turned upon the butler in
a fash you must be mistaken,
J jones'" he said sharply.
81 think not, sir. They went away
u together in the automobile. He has