Evening star., 1915-04-04

tvty He wanted to be up and doing, bustling about
like Poppe; but that wretchcd ankle of his anchored
him securely in bed or easy chair.
Thus there was nothing to distract his attention from
Raymond S slow promenade boneath and he speculated
idly as to whom the secretary awaiting evidently
someone from the annex, judging by the frequent
gances cast that way.
At last Jackson's harmless curiosity gratilicd.
Rupert Fosdyke, walking rapidly, hove in sight.
The main door of the was not visible from the
onlooker's window; but Raymonds unfagging patrol
told him where the expected would from, and
close family likeness between uncle and nephew
notably in the dark ustrous eyes, black hair and
pink and white skin-served efectual label. No
cumbrous Brittany cart happened to be creaking nosy
over the rough cobbes of the square. The gale had
subsidized The window was open. Jackson could hear
every word that passed. These brief, and much
to the point
"Ah Mr. Fosdyke' said RAYMOND, affecting a
pleased interest because of their chance meeting "Im
glad I've across you. What did you wish to say
when we came back from Nizon?"
Fosdyke staring with uncomprchending eyes at first,
seemed to awake suddenly to the fact that his late
unces secretary barred the way "Ive forgotten, he
said slowly. "At present want only to tell you to go
to the devil"
"Indecd!' Raymond jerkcd his head backward, as
if he had been aickcd with whip the cheek.
"Ycs truly"
"Bu what grounds for quarrel exist between us?'
Quarrel? I'm not quarrcng. simply curse YOU"
"But wlly?'
a feel like that, and you are suitable object
"Yet no breathing man could be better disposed
toward you personally than myself"
"To blazcs with you and your disposition!' was the
amabe comment and Fosdykc strobe off into the gloom
Raymond remained stock still until the tall, alert
figure vanished round the bend where the houses sur
rounding the Place converge the bridge. Then,
with chin sunk into the collar of his coat he went in
the direction
TackS wa dictin ~ nd cd
I'm ggcrcd" he chucked "If that amt nice,
friendly wy O pawsng the time O d'y-not 'arf! Real
pirc O blighters, both of cm"
TT of course much later in the evening when
Yvonne, prey to deep tribuation of spirit entered
her mothers suitc Mother and daughter invariably
kissed now at meeting and parting On this occasion
each nervous and disrat; Yvonne because of fore
boding on Madclcines account, and Mrs Carmac by
force of that vague and obscure subconscousness which
turks behind the operations of the everyday mind
that dim ghost inseparabc from the acknowledged
senses the shadow from the material body, yet i'm
papabe shadow, and not to be defined in terms of
human speech
All day long had this spcctc pccred over her shoulder
Its influence affrighng and oppressive. The
man who had regarded her conscience as dumb and
deaf and blind during nearly twenty years had suddenly
discovered that the gagged and bound prisoner had be-
come most imperous master. Was it conscience, she
wondered that caused this disease But conscience is
monitor tat recalls past tanSgresslonS and threatens
punishment, while her inward vision was aware rather
of gloomy portents akin to that state of being fay
which is the uncnviable attribute of the Cct Breton
would understand, and dread; but as rocmache put
it, the fumes of petrol seem to have banshcd such
wraiths from that outer world in which Mrs Carmac
moved and had her being
Even YVonncs presence did not Danish the phantom.
Singularly enough she and her mother each weighed
down by premontion of evil, looked alike than
ever, and each interpreted the others distress by the
light of her disturbed thoughts. Yvonne, accus-
toned all her life to unfctercd frankncss took it that
her mother was saddened by her prolonged absence
"Im sorry, Dear, could not reach you earlier she
eXplained. MMY father came back from Cnncarncau