The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-12-21
Copyright, 1915, by Lippineott's Magazine. Copyright, 1915, by Ms6ride, Mast q Co.
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 He made a final bold attempt to throw his arms about her, but she slipped from his grasp and ran lightly across the room.
 "Go! Hurry offy' she said, bending forward and pointing at him with her fan, her eyes widely opened and blaz- ing. "But remember there is danger! There is Said, who creeps silently, like the jackaL"
 She opened the ebony door and dart ed into the corridor beyond, closing the door behind her.
 Gianapolis looked about him in a daSed manner and yet again applied his handkerchief to his stinging eyes. Whoever could have seen him now must have failed to recognize the radi- ant Gianapolis so well known in bo- henian society, the Gianapolis about whom doated halo of mystery, but who at all times was such good fel- low and so debonair. He took up his hat and gloves. turned and resolutely strode to the door. Once he glanced back over his shoulder, but shrugged with a sort of self contempt and ascended to the top of the steps.
 With key which he selected from a large bunch in his pocket he opened the door and stepped out into the garage, carefully closing the door be hind him. An electric pocket lamp served him with sufficient light to find his way out into the lane, and very shortly he was proceeding along Lime house causeway. At the moment in- dignation was the major emotion rul- ing his mind. He resented the form which his anger assumed, for 1t was a passion of rebellion, and rebellion is only possible In servants. It is the part of slave resenting the lash. He was an interruptions, immoral man, not lacking in courage of . sort, and upon the conquest of Mahara, tho in- visible mouthpiece of MT. King, he had entered in much the same spirit IS that actuating a Kanaka who dives for pearls in shark infested lagoon. He had sought a slave, and, To, the slave was become the master! Other wise whence this spirit of rebellion, this fear?
 < He occupied himself with such profit less reflections up to the time that he came to the electric trans, but from thence onward his mind became other. wise engaged. On his way to Picca- dilly circus that same evening he had chanced to find himself upon crowd ed pavement walking immediately be hind Denise Ryland and Helen Cum berly. His aesthetic Greek soul had been fired at first sight of the beauty of the latter, and now his heart had leaped ecstatically. His first impulse of course, had been to join the two ladies, but Gianapolis had trained him self to suspect all impulses.
 Therefore he had drawn near-neal enough to overhear their conversation without proclaiming himself. What he had learned by this eavesdroppine he counted of peculiar value.
 Helen Cumberly was arranging te dine with her friend at the latter's ho tel that evening. "But l want to be home carly" he had heard the girl /say, ESQ if leave you at about 1C o'clockAI can walk to Palace mansions No, you need not come with me; en Joy lonely walk through the streets of London in the evening"
 iGianapolis registered mental VOW that Helen's walk should not be g lonely one. He did not f1atter himself upon the possession of pleasing ex terior, but from experience he knew that with women he had a winning way.
 Now, his mind aglow with roseate possibilities, he stepped from the tram in the neighborhood of Shoreditch and chartered a taxicab. From this he descended at the corner of Arundel street and strolled along westward ir the direction of the hotel patronized by Miss Ryland. At a corner from which he could command view of the entrance he paused and consulted his watch.
 It was nearly twenty minutes past 10. Mentally he cursed Mahara, who perhaps had caused him to let slip this golden opportunity. But his was not 6 | character easily discouraged. He light ed cigarette and prepared himself tt wait in the hope that the girl had no1 yet left her friend.