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Prisoners and Captives By H. S. MERRIMAN CHAPTER XVIII. (Continued.) "My Dear Oswin If you want to car ry out this theater party come and see me about it. I shall be at home all the morning. Yours very truly, "AGNES WINTER. The young sailor read this letter among book them." I "will now expound a maxim. Ex-pound. Derivation to pound out." "Shall I get the tickets?" he asked, in a practical way. 'Tlease." "Well, then, I will go off at once and the name of the second accompllahed per son ?" "No." "I wonder what it was?" said Easton. "Mr. Tyars." suinrested the lady, calmly. "Possibly. By the way, I thought of the Governorship of Ohio, which not asting him to join us on Wednesday at nlona nffects Individuals but parties. THE OHIO GOVERNORSHIP. Death tiring About a Far-Ilaeb.ln Chnnire. Death has brought about a clinngo In A PRETTY MILKMAID thinks re-ru-na Is a Wcndtrful Medicine, i others at the breakfast table. His fath er and sister were engaged on their own affairs Helen with her letters, the ad miral among his newspapers. Oswin Grace read the letter twice, and then slipped it into his pocket together with the envelope that had contained it. Miss Winter's elderly maid servant ex ile shook hands and left her standing in th emiddle of the room. "Perhaps," she murmured regretfully, "it was very cruel or it may be only my own self-conceit. At all events, it was not so cruel as they are to Helen. I do not think that they will both go now." Scarcely had the front door closed be- pected Lieut. Grace, for she opened, the hind Oswin Grace when the bell was rung door and stood back invitingly, tie was again. ushered up into the warm, luxurious drawing room, and after the door had been closed, stood for a few moments ir resolute in the middle of the deep carpet. Presently he began to wander about the room, taking things up and setting them down again. lie inhaled the subtle at mosphere of feminine home refinement and looked curiously around him. There were a hundred little personalities, little inconsidered feminine trifles that are only found where a woman is quite at home. There was a silly little lace handkerchief utterly useless and vain, lying upon a table beside a work basket. He took it up, examined its texture critically, and then instinctively raised it to his face. He threw it down again with a peculiar twisted smile. "Wonder what scent it is," he mutter ed. "I have never come across it any where else." He went toward the mantelpiece , upon it were two portraits old photographs, somewhat faded. One of Helen, the oth er of himself. He examined his own like ness for some moments. "Solemn little beggar," he said, for the photograph was of a little square-built midshipman with a long, oval face. "Sol emn little beggar; wonder what the end will be? Wonder why he is on this mantelpiece? I think that I was rather a fool to come here. Tyars would not like it." While he was still following out the train of thought suggested by this reflec tion the door opened ad Miss Winter en tered. She had evidently just come in, for she was still gloved and furred. "Ah !" she said, gayly, "you have come. I was afraid that your exacting com mander would require your services all the morning." "My exacting commander," he answer ed, as he took her gloved hand in his, "has a peculiar way of doing everything himself and leaving his subordinates idle. She was standing before him, slowly unbuttoning her trinm little sealskin jacket. "What," she said, suddenly, "about the expedition? Miss Winter, standing in the drawing room, heard the tones of a man's voice, and in a few moments the maid knocked and came into the drawing room, A gentleman, please, miss ; a Mr. Eas ton, she said. 'Mr. Easton," repeated Agnes Winter. For a moment she forgot who this might be. "Show him un at once." Matthew Mark Easton had evidently devoted some care to the question of dress on this occasion. Some extra care, per haps, for he was a peculiarly neat man. He always wore a narrow silk tie in the form of a bow of which the ends were allowed to stick straight out sideways over the waastcoat. His coat was embellished by an orchid. I am afraid," he began at once, with perfect equanimity, "that I have made a mistake a social blunder. I came to in form you that I have secured a box ths stage box for Wednesday night, at the Epic Theater. " It will be doing me a pleasure if you will form one of my party. I do not know exactly how these things are managed in England, but I want Miss Grace and her brother to come as my guests, too. Miss Grace was kind enough to ask me to be one of a theater party, and mentioned the Epic, so I went right away and got a box." Oswin has just gone to procure seats for the same night," said MLss Winter, quickly. 'No," replied the American, "I stopped him. I met in the street." Miss Winter knew that they must have met actually on her doorstep, and she wondered why he should have deliberately made a misstatement. She felt indefinitely guilty, as if Oswin's visit had been sur reptitious. Suddenly she became aware of the quick, flitting glance of her com panion's eyes, noting everything each tiny flicker of the eyelids, each indrawu breath, each slightest movement. How am I to do it?" he asked, inno cently. "A note to Miss Grace or a ver bal invitation to her brother?" 'A note," replied Miss Winter, with a gravity equal to his own, "to Helen, saying that you have secured the stage the Epic." "I hope," said Miss Winter, with a gracious' little bow, "that he will be able to come." " 'Dear Miss Grace,' began Easton, solemnly, as if repeating a ieason, 'I have secured the stage box at the Epic for Wednesday exening next, and I hope that you and your brother will do me the pleasure of accepting seats in it. Will that do?" "Very nicely." "And may I count on you?" "Yes, you may count on me." "Thank you." he said simply, and took his departure. As he walked rapidly eastward toward the club where he was expecting to meet Tyars his quaint little face was wrinkled up into a thousand Interrogations. Yes," he said at length, with a know ing nod, "it was a warning; that spry lit tle lady smells a rat. How does she know that Tyars speaks Russian? He Is not the sort of fellow to boast of his ocomplishments. She must have heard from Grace, and to hear from him she must have asked, because Grace is more than half inclined to be jealous of Tyars, and would take care not to remove the iusheJ from his light." For some' time he walked on, whistling tune softly. Cheerfulness is only a hab it. He did not really feel cheerful nor particularly inclined for music. Then he began reflecting in an undertone again. "Here I am," he stud, "in a terrible fright of two women; all my schemes may be npset by either of them, and I do not know which to fear most that clever little lady with her sharp wits, or that girl's eyes. I almost think Miss Hel en s eyes are the most dangerous; i am sure they would be if it was my affair if it was me whom those quiet eyes fol lowed about. But it is not ; it is Tyars. Now, I wonder I wonder if he knowy it?" He looked back at her over his shoul- box for Wednesday evening, and hope der, for he had gone toward the window, and there was a sudden gleam of deter mination in his eyes. It was her influ ence that had disturbed Tyars' resolu tion. "What expedition?" he asked curtly, oa his guard. that she and her brother will accept seats in it." He nodded his head, signifying compre hension, and rose to go. "That, said Miss Winters, skipping away from the subject under discussion with all the inconsequence of her sex and "This theater expedition," she replied kind, "reminds me of something I heard sweetly. "Oh, well, I suppose it will be carried tnrougn. we all want to go. I suppose you are not strongly opposed to It?" "I?" she laughed lightly; "of course I want to go. You know that I am always ready for amusement, profitless or other wise profitless preferred. Why do you look so grave, Oswin? Please don't I hate solemnity. Do you know you have got terribly grave lately? It is "It is what, Agnes?" He was looking down at her with his keen, close-set gray eyes, and she met his glance for a moment only. "Mr. Tyars," she answered, clasping her fingers together and bending them backward as if to restore the circulation after her cold walk. "There is something," said Grace, after a little pause, during which Miss Winter had continued to rub a remarkably rosy little pair of hands together, ' that jars. Tyars annoys you in some way. Why?" Miss Wmter changed color. She look- said of you the other evening. It was, in fact, said to me." "Then," replied the American, with cheery gallantry, "I should like to hear it. Had it been said to any one else I allow that I should have been indifferent. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking down at her with a smile upon his wistful little face. "Do you know Mr. Santow?" The smile vanished and the dancing eyes at once assumed an expression of alert keenness, which was almost ludi crous in its contrast. "The Russian attache unaccredited?" he replied, giving back question for ques- tion. "N-o-o," he said, slowly, ' I do not ; I think I know him by sight." "I have met him on several occasions. I rather like him, although I cannot un derstand him. There is an inward Mr, Santow whom I have not met yet ; I only know a creature who smiles and behaves generally like a lamb." Santow," said Easton, deliberately, is ed very girlish with the hot blush fading altogether too guileless." slowly from her checks. She did not, however, make any answer. "Won't you tell me, Agnes?" he urged ; and as he spoke he walked away from her and stood looking out of the window. They were thus at opposite sides of the room, back to back. She glanced over her shoulder drew a deep breath, and then spoke with an odd little smile which was almost painful, "His Arctic expedition," she said, de liberately. "If he is going to spend his life In that sort of thing I would rather not cultivate his friendship." Miss Winter countered sharply. "I thought you did not know 'Mm?" "I do not," answered Easton, imper turably. "Except by reputation?' "Precisely." 'lie is reputed," said Miss Winter, "to be a great diplomatist." "So I believe hence the lamblike man ners, Easton'a face was a study in the art of suppressing curiosity, 'Do you think that he is a wolf In lamb's clothing?" asked the lady with a Sho leaned forward, warming her hands lnmrh. "I will tell vou what he said about leverisniy, Dreaming rapioiy ana uneven- you." ly. She felt him approach, for his foot- "Thank you." steps were inaudible on the thick carpet, "We were talking about Russia It and she only crouched a little lower. At his favorite topic and he said that at last, after a horrid silence, he spoke, and times he felt like the envoy from some his voice was deeper and singularly mo- heathen country, so little is Russia uotonous. known bv us. By way of illustration, he "Why should you not wlA to cultivate asked me to look around the room and bis friendship under those circum- tell him if It did not contain all that was stances?" "Because," she answered lamely, "I should hate to have a friend of mine a real friend running the risk of such a horrible death." most Intellectual and learned In England, I admitted that he was right. He said, 'And yet there are but two men in the room who speak Russian.' Then he point ed sou out. There is one,' he said ; he He walked away to the window again knows mv country better than any man and stood mere witn nis Hands thrust j,i England. If he were a diplomatist Into his jacket pockets plucky, self-con- 9hould fear him !' 'What is he?' I asked, tained, taking tns punisnment without a an he merely shrugged his shoulders word. I that guileless way to which you object." "That," he said, "is the worst of mak- Matthew Mark Easton did not appear Ing friends. One Is bound to drift away to be much Impressed. He moved from from them. But still it is foolish to hold aloof on that account." "Our marltlnM philosopher," the said, one foot to the other, and took consider' able Interest in the pattern of the carpet, "And," he inquired, "did he mention IS CHAPTER XIX. Had the keen-witted Easton been asked hy he felt impelled to disburse ten guineas for the benefit of the lessee of the Epic Theater, he would scarcely hare been able to make an immediate reply. In is rapid, airy fashion he had picked up and pieced together certain little bits of evidence tending to prove that the young people with whom he found himself on somewhat sudden terms of intimacy were exceedingly interesting. Matthew Mark Easton was leisurely surveying the half-empty house when Miss Winter, Helen Grace and Oswin ere. shown into the box by an official. His quick glance detected a momentary droop of Helen's eyelids. A blundering man would have made some reference to Tyar's lateness of arrival. Easton did no such thing. He proceeded to draw for ward chairs for the ladies, and did the honors with a certain calm ease which in no way savored of familiarity. "I Should like," said Miss Winters, un tying the ribbon of a jaunty little opera cloak, "the darkest corner." "Why?" asked Helen, almost sharply. "Because the piece is said to be very touching, and I invariably weep. "Sorry," said Easton ; "sorry it cannot be done. But I can lend you a huge pair of opera glasses." "But," urged Miss Winter, "my tears drop audibly on the program. 'We want the dark corners for the men the background," urged the American, holding a chair invitingly, "We love the shadow eh, Grace? "Speak for yourself," said the sailor, bluntly, pulling forward a second chair and seating himself immediately behind MLss Winter. One great fault in Matthew Mark Eas ton was soft-heartedness. He was one of those mistaken men who hesitate to pun ish a dog. "It appears," continued Easton as Ty ars entered the box, "that the piece touching. We shall require your moral support ; that calm exterior of yours will 1 surmise, assist us materially to keep serene countenance turned toward the stalls." 'Don't be personal," replied the En glishman. "You may rely upon me at the pathetic parts. It is some years since I wept." The last time I did it," said the Amer ican, thoughtfully, "was when I got my ears boxed because another fellow broke a window." Helen and Miss Winter laughed. Th all felt that there was a hitch some where. ' They were conversationally lame and halt. "We both told untruths about it," con tinue Saston, determined to work this mine to its deepest. But mine failed, while his succeeded. That was why I wept. Mine was not an artistic lie, I admit ; but it might have got through with a little good luck. There is nothing so humiliating as an unsuccessful attempt to pervert the truth. Have you not found that so, Miss Winter? But of course you would not know. I apologize ; I am sor ry. Of course you never tell them." "Oh, yes," said the lady, candidly, "I do." At this mone the curtain was drawn up, and Miss Winter broke off suddenly In the midst of her confession, turning toward the stage and settling herself com fortably to watch the play. In so doing she unconsciously drew her chair a little further away from Helen, and thus left her and Claud Tyars more distinctly apart. (To be continued.) One of Many. Young Wife It's wonderful how well Tom find I manage to get along ou his small salary, Isn't It? Her Brother-Oh, I don't know. It Is partly owing to your economy, but Tom owes the most of It to his friends. In the election Inst November John M. Pattlson, former Congressman, was elected Governor over Myron T. Her rick and was the only Democrat cho sen, But his vic tory was enough to bring largo benefits to his party both in the way of nppolnt- andbkw L, HAiuna. mentg nmi the veto IKwer by which purely Republican leg islation could be thwarted. 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