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ginning to assert itself. A dull red
seemed to have come into his cheek
to stay.
Will you be so kind as to let me
know when Joan returns, Judge Brigt?"
Il fancy you'll know it quite as soon
as l do" said the girls father with a
smile.
That's not likely. sir" said Eric
calmly.
He walked rapidly in the direction of
called him there. but because he wanted
to be where humanity vas thickest in
Corinth. He wanted to imagine him
self In Paris! The righteousness Of
the thing did not occur to him. He
only knew that he hungered for some
thing gay, and bright, and whirling.
Inc public square in Corinth was the
nearest approach to all that.
At the corner OF the square he stop
PED suddenly and looked about him as
If aroused from a doze. A short bit
ter laugh broke from his lips.
across the desterted common. "As
dead as Carthagenia itself. Why should
| stay here? What is there for me?
BY George, I'll get out before I'm q
week older. Mary's right. What a
TOOL am to think of wasting even a
day in this place. I'll tell Judge Bright
l can't take on the house for him. It's
out Of the"
a hand was laid or his shoulder. He
turned to face his uncle.
"A bad habit. Eric, talking aloud"
said the gaunt old man.
I've just come to a decision, uncle"
said Eric, a trace of excitement in his
voice.
I've an idea what it is. my boy.
You were looking at the new court
house. That tells the tale. 1t is a
handsome building"
No, no! 1t isn't that. Uncle Horace.
l wasn't thinking Of the court house."
cried Eric hastily.
Nevertheless. there must be a bit
terness In your heart as you look at it.
You are its creator, n yet the fact is
known only to you and me. You have
decided to tell the truth about the-er.
ahem-the design"
Horace was looking straight past his
nephew's head.
The young man noted the deepening
of the lines about his lips.
He cried out in protest. Il have not
given 1t a thought. Uncle Horace.
That's all past. 1 don't care-not
now"
Horace looked into his eyes. tits
a terrible lie I've been living all these
years, Eric. Sometimes [ feel" The
sentence died on his lips. A slight
shiver went over his thin figure. His
face hardened M the warm light in
ms eyes gave way to a hard glitter
There he is. over there,-under the
Massasoit awning" The utter irrelee
vance of the remark had a curious eff
feet on Eric. He as at that instant
thinking of Chetwynd Blagden.
What" he gasped, feeling himself
turn pale.
He turned to follow the direction of
his uncle's gaze, half expecting to see
the huge figure Of his cousin.
Adam Carr was Standiny near the on.
trance to the hotel, boldly detached,
but looking in the opposite direction.
Il had another letter from him to-
day" said Horace, speaking as If to
himself. will he never bring this
chase to" He caught himself up with
a visible effort, n closed his lips as
ii they were never to be parted again.
What did he say in hat letter,
Uncle Horace? I demand an answer
cried Eric, his soul sick.
Nothing that I a speak OF to
you or anyone else" said his uncle
harshly. But" and here his face
seemed to turn positively livid-"damn
him, I will not let him see, 1 will never
let him know!"
Then. his manner changing like a
flash. he apologised for the single
blasphemous word, and, thrusting his
hina down the street toward Adam
Carr. They passed within arms reach
of the man. whose back was still to-
ward them.
Good morning, ADAM" said Mr..
Blagden as they passed.
Adam still gazed into the cigarist's
Good morning, Horace" said he
briskly. That was all. They had been
passing the time of day in this manner,
on widely separated occasions for years.
Out Of hearing, Horace lifted his
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