The Carlisle independent., 1915-05-20

moment. He had not thought of them except in their relation to a completed state of happiness for his father h distinctly he recognized them as essen tials.
 Ay. he was lonely The house was as bleak as the steppes of Siberia. He longed for companionship, friendship. kindness-and suddenly in the midst of it all he leaped to his feet.
 I'm going out, gentlemen" he ex- claimed, breaking in upon an unappre- ciated tale that MT. Riggs was relat- ing at some length and with consider able fierceness in view of the fact that MT. Dawes had pulled him up rather sharply once or twice in matter of inaccuracies. Excuse me. please"
 He left them gaping with astonish- ment and dashed out into the hall for his coat and hat. Even then he had no definite notion as to what his next move would be, save that he was going out-somewhere, anywhere, he did not care
 Somehow. as he rushed down the front steps with the cool night air blowing in his face. there surged up within him a strong, oyerpowering sense of filtal duty. It vas his duty to make the first advances. It was for him to pave the way to peace and hap piness. Something vague but disturb ing tormented him with the fear that his father faced a grave peril and that his own place was beside him and not against him, as he had been in all these lily directed years. He could not put it away from him, this thought that his father was in danger-in dan- ger of something that was not phys ical, something from which. with all his valor. he had no adequate form of defense.
 At the corner he paused. checked by an irresistible impulse to look back. ward at the house he had just left. To his surprise there was a light in the drawing-room windows facing the street. The shades in one of them had been thrown wide open and stream of light flared out across the sidewalk,
 Framed in this oblong square of light stood the figure of a man. Slowly. as if drawn by force he could not resist, the young man retraeed his steps until he stood directly in front of the window A questioning smile was on his lips. He was looking up into Ranjab's shadowy, unsmiling face, dimly visible in the glow from the distant street lamp. For a long time they stared at each other, no sign of recognition passing between them. The Hindu's face was as rigid, as emotion less as If carved out of stone; his eyes were unwayering. Frederic could see them. even in the shadows. He had the queer feeling that, though the man gave no sign, he had something he wanted to say to him. that he was actually calling to him to come back into the house
 Undecided, the man outside took several haiting steps toward the door way. his gaze still fixed on the face in the window. Then he broke the spell. It was notion on his part. he argued. If he had been wanted his fathers servant would have beckoned to him. He would not have stood there like a graven image, staring out into the night. Having convinced himself of this, Frederic wheeled and swung off up the street once more, walking rap- idly, as one who is pursued. Turning, h. 1,; window. He received no response. Farther off he looked back once more The Hindu still was there. Long after he was out of sight of the house he east frequent glances over his shoul- der as if still expecting to see the lighted window and its occupant.
 As he made his way to Broadway, somewhat hazily bent on following that thoroughfare to the district where the night glittered and the stars were shamed, he began turning over in his mind queer notion that had just sug- gested itself to him, Altering through the maze Of uncertainty in which he had been fioundering. It occurred to him that he had been mawkishly sen timental in respect to his father. His attitude had not changed-he was seri- ously impressed by the feelings that had mastered him-but he found him. self ridiculing the idea that his father stood in peril of any description. And suddenly, out of no particular trend of thought, groped the sly, persistent sus- picion that he had not been altogether responsible for the sensations of an hour ago. Some outside influence had molded his emotions for him, some cunning brain had been doing his thinking for him.
 Then came the sharp recollection of that motionless, commanding figure in the lighted window, and his own puzzling behavior on the sidewalk out side. He recalled his impression that someone had called out to him just before he turned to look up at the window. It was all quite preposterous, he kept on saying over and over again to himself, and yet he could not shake off the uncanny feeling.
 Earlier inethe evening. without warn ing, without the slightest encourage