The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 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 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
| 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
obscured head of Yvonne. He could
not see their faces, but there was no
mistaking them for anyone else He
only marvelled 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 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 to put his hands on his
fathers shoulders and tell him that
all was we'll with them came over hin
again.
Involuntarily he glanced over his
shoulder, and the fear was in his hear
that somewhere in the shifting throne
his gaze would light upon the face
of Ranjab!
Long and intently his searching
gaze went through the crowd, seeking
the remote corners and shadows of the
foyer, and a deep breath of relic
escaped him when it became eviden
that the Hindu was not there. He had
in measure, proved his own cause
his emotions were genuinely his owl
and not the outgrowth of an influence
for good exercised over him by tht
Brahmin.
He began what he was pleased tt
term q systematic analysis of his emo
tions covering the entire evening, al
the while regarding the couple in thu
orchestra chairs with a gaze unswerv
ing in its fidelity to the sensation tina
now controlled him-a sensation o
impending peril.
All at once he skunk farther bacl
into the shadow, guilty flush mount
ing to his cheek YVonne had turned
and was staring rather fixedly in hi:
direction. Despite the knowledge tina
he was quite completely concealed b!
the intervening group of loungers, HI
sustained a distinct shock. He hat
the uncanny feeling that she was look
ing directly into his eyes. She haC
turned abruptly, as if some one hat
called out to attract her attention ant
she had obeyed the sudden impulse
A moment later her calmly impeTsona
gaze swept on, taking in the section
to her right and the balcony, and thel
went back to her husbands face.
Frederic was many minutes in re
covering from the effects of the quee
shock he had received. He could no
get it out of his head that she knew
he was there, that she actually turner
in answer to the call of his mind. Sh
had not searched for him; on the con
trary, she directed her gaze instantl
to the spot where he stood concealed
Actuated by certain sense OF guilt
he decided to leave the theater a
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