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! r 31 THE There Is reason to believe that Ember and the young woman, who helped Whltaker after his fight on the beach with the strange spy, have some sort of plan concernlno Whltaker which they don't want him to understand. It Is outlined and strong hints are given about It In this installment You will be purxled by developments. Whltaker, you know, had married an Innocent girl to save her honor five years previously at a time when he expected soon to die and left the country. He returns, healthy and wealthy, and finds the wife, now a famous actress known as Sara Law, engaged to marry Orummond, his old partner. She disappears. Orummond sup. posedly commits suicide. Whltaker Is fiercely assaulted In the dark, and goes to the country home of his friend Martin Ember to recover. He surprises a mysterious spy at and Is helped by a handsome girl CHAPTER X Continued. 12 "What I wished to convey was sim ply my Intention no longer to bear tuy masculine weight upon n women ci ther you or nny other woman." A smile contended momentarily with the frown, and triumphed brilliantly. "I mean to ask you," he wild delib erately, "to whom am 1 Indebted ?" To his consternation the smile van ished, as though n cloud had sailed be fore the sun. Doubt and something strongly resembling Incredulity In formed her glance. "Do you mean to say you don't know?" she demanded after a moment. "Surely Mr. Ember must have told you?" "Ember seemed to be laboring under the misapprehension that the Flsko place was without a tenant" "Ohl" Her tone was thoughtful. "Has he gone back to town?" "Business called hi in. At least such was the plausible excuse he advanced for depriving himself of my exclusive society." "I see," she nodded "I sec . . ." "But aren't you going to tell me? Or ought I to prove my human Intelli gence by assuming on logical grounds that you're Miss Flske?" "If you please," she murmured, her Intent gaze seeking the distances of the sea. "Then that's settled," he pursued In accents of satisfaction. "You aro Miss Flske Christian name at present un known to deponent And we are neigh bors. Do you know, I think this a very decent sort of a world after all?" "And still" she returned to the charge "you haven't told me what you mean to do, since you refuse my help." "I mean," he asserted cheerfully, "to sit here until some kind-hearted person fetches me a stick to serve as emergen cy staff. Then I shall make shift to bobble to your motor boat and thank you very kindly for ferrying me home." She shook her head In dainty annoy ance, then, light-footed, darted from sight round the side of the bathhouse. Presently she reappeared, dragging an eight-foot pole, lie rose on one foot and tested the staff with his weight "Twill do," he decided. "And thunk you very much." But even with Its nld, his progress toward the boat necessarily consumed a tedious time. It was Impossible to favor the injured foot to any great ex tent lie made little or no attempt to converse while In motion, so she bad plenty of opportunity to make up her mind about him. If her eyes were a reliable Index, she found him at least Interesting. At times their expression was enigmatic beyond any reading. Again they seemed openly perplexed. At all times they were warily regardful. Once she sighed quietly with a passing look of sadness of which he wus wholly unaware. . . . "Odd about that fellow," he ob served during a halt "I was sure ho was Drummond until I saw " "Druramond !" "Friend of mine . . . You don't by any chance know Drummond, do yon?" "I've beard the name." "You must have. Supposed to have committed suicide Jumped off Wash ington bridge a week before he was to worry Sara Law, the actress? . . . 'i may aa well tell you It's no secret although only a few people know It Ember saw Drummond, or thinks he .did, alive, In the flesh, a good half-hour after the time of his reported suicide." "How very curious 1" There was nothing more than civil but perfunc tory Interest In the comment "Are you ready to go on?" And another time, when they were near the boat: "When do you expect Mr. Ember?" asked the girl. Tonight, probably." "I shall bo glad to sco him," said the girl In what Whltaker thought a curious tone. "PI case tell him, will you? Don't forget" "If that's Uie way you feel about him, I shall be tempted to wire him not to come." "Absurd 1" she toughed. DES TROYING By LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE worK, rights him, sprains an ankle living near Ember's place. When finally they came to the end of the dock, he paused, considering the three-foot drop to the deck of the mo tor bont "if It weren't low tide . . ." ho cxplnlned, crestfallen. "But, since It Is low tide, you'll hnvo to let mo help you again." tho girl re torted, Jumping lightly but surely to the cockpit Sho turned and offered him a hand, eyes dancing with gay malice. "Llko all men, you must turn to n woman In the end however brnve your strut" "Oh, It's that way. Is It 7 Thank you, but I fancy 1 can manage." And with the aid of the clothes-prop he did manngc to make tho descent without her hand nnd without disaster. The girl started the engine nnd took tho wheel as the boat swung droning away from the dock. Not until she bnd once or twice advnuced the spark and made other minor adjustments did she return attention to her passen ger. Then, in n casual voice, sho In quired: "You've been out of the coun try for some time. I think you said?" "Almost six years on tho other sldo of the world got back only this spring." "What." she asked, eyes averted, spying out the channel "what does one do on the other side of the world?" "This one knocked about, mostly, for his health's sake. "I did drift into a sort of business, after a bit gold min ing In a haphazard, happy-go-lucky fashion did pretty well at It and came home to astonish the natives." "You find things New York disap pointing?" she analyzed bis tone. "1 find It overpowering and lonely. Nobody sent n brass band to greet mo at the dock; and nil the people I used to know are either married and devot ed to brats, or divorced and devoted to bridge; and ray game has gone off so badly In six years that 1 don't be long any more." She smiled, shaping her scarlet Ilpa dellclously. The soft warm wind whipped stray strands of hair, llko cords of gold, nbout her face. Ilcr eyelids were half lowered against the intolerable splendor of tho day. Tho waters of the bay, wind-blurred nnd dark, seemed a shield of sapphlro fash ioned by nature solely to set off In clear relief her ardent loveliness. Whltaker, noting how swiftly the mainland shores were disclosing tho finer details of their beauty, could have wished the bay ten times as wide. CHAPTER XI. The Mousetrap. Late In the afternoon of the same day, Ember, appearing suddenly in front of the bungalow, discovered Whltaker sitting up in state; a com fortable wicker .chair supported his body and a canvas-seated camp stool one of his feet; which last was dis creetly veiled in a dripping bath toweL Otherwise lie wos fastidiously arrayed in white flannels nnd, by his seraphic smilo and guileless expression, seemed abnormally at peace with his circum stances. Halting, Ember surveyed tho spec tacle with mocking disfavor. "Hel-lol" he observed, beginning to draw off his gantlets as ho ascended tho veranda steps and dropped tnto another wicker chair. "What the deuce's the matter with you?" "Gamo leg, thanks. Twisted my anklo again, this morning. Sum Fat has been doctoring It with Intense en thusiasm, horse liniment and chopped Ice. By tomorrow morning Til be skip ping like tho silly old hills in the Scrip tures." "Hope so. Well, you must'vo had a pretty rotten stupid tlmo of It with that storm." "Oh, not at nil. I really enjoyed It" Whltaker protested, "Oh, If you forgive mo for leaving you alone so much, we'll call It square." Ember lifted his voice: "Bum Fat ahoyl" The Chinaman appeared In the door way, as suddenly and silently as if magically materialized by, tho sound of his name. "You're a sulphur-colored wtxard with pigeon-toed eyes," said Bmbtr se verely. "Qo away from hero lustnutly and prepare mo nil tho dinner In tho establishment, lest an evil fnto over take you." "It Is wrltlen," returned Sum Fat. "that I dlo after eight-seven years of honorable life, from heart failure on receiving long-deferred rulso in wages." Ho shuffled off, chuckling. "I fancied I saw the llutter of n pet ticoat through tlm trees, as 1 camo up to tho house." "Acquaintance of yours, I bellovo Miss Flsko." "Miss Flske 1" There was unfeigned amazement In tho echo. "Anything wonderful nbout that?" Inquired Whltaker. sharply. "I fancied from what she said that you two wcro rather good friends." "Just surprised that's all," said Ember, recovering. "You see, I didn't think tho Flsko placo was open this year." He stared suspiciously at Whltakor, but tho latter was transparently In genuous. "Sho expressed an unacconntablo deslro to see you told mo to toll you." "Oh? Such being tho case, ono would think sho mlght'vo wnltcd." "Sho had Inst started homo when you drove In." Whltaker explained with elaborato ease. "She'd merely run over for a moment to Inquire after my ankle, and couldn't wait 1 say, who are the Flskes. anyway?" "Well . . . the Flskes aro tho people who own the next cottage." "I know., but " "Oh, I never troubled to Inquire; hnvo a hazy notion Flske docs some thing In Wall street." Ember passed smoothly over this Haw In his profes sional omniscience. "How did you happen to meet her7" "Ob, mere accident Over on tho beach this morning. I slipped and hurt my ankle. She ah happened along nnd brought mo homo in her motor boat" "You haven't seen Drummond or nny signs of him. have you?1' "Eh what?" Whltaker sat up, startled. "No, I . . . er . . . how should I?" "I merely wondered. You see, I . . . Well, to tell the truth. I took the lib- He Rose on One Foot and Tested the Staff. crty of camping on his trail, whllo In town. But I couldn't find any trace of him." "Oh, I say J" Whltaker expostulated, touched by this evidence of disinterest ed thoughtfulness. "You persuado yourself too much, old man. You sot up an inference and Idollzo it as an Immortal truth. Why, you had mo going for a while. Only last night thero was a fellow skulking round here, and I was Just dippy enough, thanks to your Influence, to think he resembled Drummond. But this morn ing I got a good look at him, and ho'a no more Drummond than you are." Eraber sat up, eyes snapping. "Who was he, then? Tell mo about him everything." Whltaker resignedly delivered him self of tho talo of tho mare's-nest as bo still regarded It When he had coma to the lame conclusion thereof, Ember yawned and rose. "What aro you going to do about It?" Whltaker inquired with Irony. "Wash and make myself fit to cat food," was the response. "I may pos sibly think a little. It's an eahllarat lof exercise which I don't hesitate to 1 ANG El recommend to your distinguished con sldernllon." Ho was out of earshot within tho bungalow, before Whltaker could think up an adequately Insolent retort Ho could, however, do no less than smllo Incredulously at tho beautiful world so much, at least, he owed to his self respect In tho deepening twilight a mental shadow camo to cloud tho brightness of Whllnkcr's confident contentment Neither good food nor good company seemed able to mitigate his sudden seizure of despondency. Ho sat gloom lug over his pinto nnd glass, the bur den of his conversation yen, yea and nay, nny. His host diagnosed his com plaint from beneath shrewd eyebrows. "Whltaker," ho snld at length, "a pessimist has been defined as a dog that won't scratch;" "Well?" said tho other sourly. "Coino on. Bo n sport Hnvo a good scratch on me." Whltaker grinned reluctantly and briefly. "Where's my wife?" ho demanded abruptly. "How In blazes I" "Thero you urol" Whltaker com plained. "You mnko great pretensions, nnd yet you fall down flat on your fool Ish face three times In less than as many hours. You don't know who tho Flskes nrc, you've lost track of your pet myth, Drummond, nnd you don't know whero I can find my wife." "My dear man, I myself am begin nlng to doubt her existence." "I don't sec why tho dickens shs doesn't go ahead with those, divorce proceedings!" Whltaker remarked mo rosely. "I've met fow men so engcr for full membership In the Alimony club. what's your hurry?" "Oh. I don't know." Which wni largely truth unvcuecrcd. "I'd llko to get It over and dono with." Do you think that Ember Is surprised and puzzled to learn that Miss Flske lives next door? Does he know where Bars Law now Is? (TO UE CONTINUE St NO MORE ART IN THE HOME Oungalows and Apartments of Today Have No Place for Great Pic tures of Past "Tho futuro of nrt will bo in mu seums, as the future of the dead li In cemeteries," John L. Bnldcrston quotes Ocorgo Moore In The Atlantic "As I have said, after tho art of thi temple, tho cathedral, and the palace, camu the art of the house, which was tho last phaso; for now tho art of th houso Is dead, since people no longet live In houses. They nru ull moving Into bungalows, or, which Is tho sam thing, into apartments and In a bun galow there la no room for nrt W have futlto attempts at art for th bungalow, ns wo shall hnvo pretendod art for the Pullman car, for tho motor, for tho aoropluue. The great plcturei of the past, having hung In houses foi centuries, are passing Into museums, not only because people are moving out of houses, but becauso new social ideas are destroying the great estates and making it impossible to keep vnlu nblo art works from ono generation to another. In England now three death duties will break up tho greatest cstnU In tho kingdom. You say you still havi houses In America and mllllonalrei with money enough to buy plcturcsl Ah, but think of what they buy I II takes a lifetime, to learn to recognize a good picture, and how can a man who has spent his best years making a for tuno expect to know a masterplec when ho sees It? When I was la Pari I forty years ugo your rich American wero buying trash I" Qood Work of American Chemists. 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Your hnlr Is your charm. It tunkPM or nmrtt tho fnco. When It fades, turns gray nud looks ntninkod, lust a fow nppllcntlonH of Sago Ten itud Sulphur enhances Ita appearance a hundred fold. Don't stay grnyl Look youngl Hither prepare tho reclpo at homo or ot from any drug store n 60-cont bottle of "Wyoth's Sago nnd Sulphur Compound," which In merely tho old tlmo reclpo Improved by tho addition if other Ingredients. T ousauda of folks recommend thlH rendy-to-uso preparation, becauso It darkens tho hnlr beautifully, bcsk'os, no ono cau possible toll, ns It darkens tc natur ally and ovouly. You molston a pougo or soft brush with It. draw- lug this through tho hnlr. taking ono Miinll strand at a tlmo. By morning ;ho grny hnlr dlsnppraia; after an ithor application or two, Its natural olor Is restored and It becomes thick, flossy and lustrous, nnd you appear years younger. Wyoth's Sngo and Sulphur Com pound Is n delightful toilet requisite. 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