The Liberal democrat. [volume] (Liberal, Kan.) 1911-1924, 1915-05-21
CHAPTER ".
In the Jade-Room,

Lydia met Brood and Frederic at
the top of the stairs. She had re-
ceived the message through Jones
and was on her way to dress for tea.
The master of the house greeted her
most cordially. He was very fond of
this lovely, gentle daughter Of John
Desmond. Into their association had
stolen an intimate note that softened
the cold reserve of the man to
marked degree. His chief Joy was to
chat with her over the work he was
doing and to listen to her frank, hon.
est opinions. She regarded herself
as his secretary-or his amanuensis,
In the strict sense of speaking-but ne
considered her to be friend as well,
and treated her with a freedom that
was not extended to others.
A faint CLEAN of establishment
lurked in the girls eyes as she stood
before the two men. Never, In her
experience, had there been such an ex-
hibition of friendliness between father
and son. A curious throb of Joy
rushed up from her heart and lodged
in her throat For the first time she
found 1t difficult to respond with COM
posture to Brood's lively comments.
Tears we're lying close to the surface
Of her eyes-tears OF relief and graft.
tude. The buoyant expression in Fred
cries told new story. Her heart
rejoiced.
"Nonsense" said Brood when she
announced that she was going to
change her gown. "You never looked
SO pretty, my dear, as you do at this
moment. Come Just as you are, to
please me-"
"A tea party and an autopsy are
very much alike, Mr.. Brood" said
she. "One can learn lot at either.
Still, II you'd like to have Mrs. Brood
see me as really am. I'll appear sans
plumage"
I'D like It," said he promptly. 81
am sure you will like each other,
Lydia"
81 am glad you did not say we would
admire each other" said she quantity
you look very happy. Mr.. Brood"
she went on, her eyes bright.
81 believe | am happy" said he.
"Then we shall all be happy" was
her rejoinder
She returned to the jade.room on
the upper floor, where she had been
at work on the catalogue. Brood had
a very large and valuable collection
of Jade. The jade-room, so called, was
little more than large closet off the
remarkable room which James Brood
was pleased to call his hiding place."
or on occasion, his retreat" No one
ventured into either of these rooms
except by special permission.
Ranjab, his Indian servant, slept
in an adjoining room, and 1t was whis-
pered about the house that not even
James Brood had viewed its interior.
This silent, unapproachable man from
the mysterious heart Of India, locked
his door when he entered the room
and locked it when he came out. No
one, not even the master, thought OF
entering. Mr.. Dawes, in his cups or
out of them, was responsible for the
that the man kept deadly
serpents there. AS a matter of fact,
Ranjab was a peaceable fellow and
desperately afraid of snakes.
Lydia loved the feel of the cold, oily
Jumps of Jade. There we're a few
pieces of porcelain of extreme rarity
and beauty as well, and several price
less bits of cloisonne, but 1t was the
Jade she loved. There were two or
three hundred objects Of various sizes
and color and all we're what might be
called museum pieces.
She had been at work for half an
hour or longer when a noise N the
outer room attracted her attention.
She had the odd feeling that some one
was looking at her through the open
door, and swiftly turned.
Except When occupied BY Brood the