Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1915-05-28

mysterious voice Of the East. and al
no sound had been uttered,
she heard as plainly as il he actually
had shouted to her across the inter
space.
His father had said. more than
once, that the Hindu and the Egyp-
tian possessed the power to be in two
distinct places at the same time.
James Brood, a sensible man, WAS a
firm believer In magic, and this much
Frederic knew of Raniab-if james
Brood needed him. no matter what the
hour or the conditions, the man APP
peared before him as II out OF nowhere
and in response to no audible sum-
mons. He was like the slave OF the
lamp.
Was there, then, between these two
beautiful Yvonne and the silent
Hindu-a ~yoiceless pact that defied the
will or understanding Of either?
He had not failed to note a tend
ency on her part to avoid the Hindu
as much as possible. She even con-
fessed to an uncanny dread Of the man,
but could not explain the feeling.
Once she requested her husband to
dismiss the faithful fellow. When he
demanded the reason, however. she
could only reply that she did not like
the man and would feel happier II he
we're sent away. Brood refused. and
from that hour her fear of the Hindu
increased.
Now she vas speaking In a nervous,
hurried name to Lydia, her back
toward the window. In the middle
of a sentence she abruptly got up from
the chair and moved swiftly to the OPP
posite "a Of the room, where she
sat down again, as far as possible
from the window. Frederic found him
self watching her face with curious
interest. All the time she was speak
Ing her eyes we're fixed on the win
dow. 1t was as II she expected some
thing to appear there. There was NO
mistaking the expression. After study
ing her face In silence for a few min
utes Frederic himself experienced an
irresistible impulse to turn toward the
window. He half expected to see the
Hindu's face there, looking in upon
them; q perfectly absurd notion when
he remembered that they were at least
one hundred feet above the ground.
Presently she arose to 60, No. she
could not wait for Mrs. Desmond's
return.
1T is charming here, LYDIA" she
said, surveying the little sitting-roon
with eyes that sought the window
again and again In furtive darts
Frederic must bring me here often
We shall have cozy times here, VIC
three. 1t is so convenient, too, fol
you, my dear. You have only to wall
around the corner, and there you are
at your place Of business. as thu
men would say"
(Lydia was to continue as Brood
amanuensis. He would not listen t,
any other arrangement.)
ooh. I do hope you will come, Mrs
Brood" cried the girl. earnestly. M!
piano will be here tomorrow, and 20,
shall hear Frederic play. He Is reall!
wonderful"
you play?" asked Mrs. Brood. re
garding him rather fixedly.
Lydia answered for him. "He disap
pears for hours at a time, and come!
home humming fragments from-oh
but I am not supposed to tell! For
give me, Frederic. Dear me! Wha
have l done?" She was plainly dis
tressed.
mo harm in telling Yvonne," sait
he, but uneasily. you see, it's thi!
way-father doesn't like the idea o
my going In for music. He is reall.
very much opposed to it. So I've beer
sort Of stealing a march on him. Go
ing up to a chum's apartment ant
banging away to my hearts content
It's rather fun. too, doing it on thu
sly. OF course, II father heard of 1
he'd-he'd-well, he'd be nasty abou
1t, that's ALL"
"He will not let you have a plan,
In the house,"
81 should say mott"
She gave them a queer little smile
1--WE shall see," she said, and tina
was all.
What do you play-what do you
like best, Frederic?" inquired Yvonne
"Oh, those wonderful little Hunga
rian things most of all, the plaintiv,
little"
He stopped as she began to hun
lightly the strains of one of Ziehrer'.
jaunty waltzes.
"By jove, how did you guess? Why
it's my favorite. l love 1t, Yvonne.
AS they descended in the elevator
Frederic, unable to contain himself
burst out rapturously:
by jove, Yvohne, 1t will be fun
coming over here every day or so To-
a little music, won't 1t? I can't tel
you how happy l shall be-"
1T is time you were happy" saic
she, looking straight ahead, and man,
days passed before he had an inklin,
Of all that lay behind her remark.
AS they entered the house. Jone,
mot fham in the hall