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THE GIRL WITH A MILLION By D.C CHAPTER VI. (Continued.! O'llourke walked out to. the front of the hotel and awaited the arrivals. When they came it was plain to his eyes that Maskelyne's depression of two or three days ago had not altogether left him, and, Indeed, he had seen, in the visits he had made to Butler in the interim, signs that this depression deepened. But since Mas kelyne's depression obviously meant his own victory, it was not in human nature to be greatly grieved by It. The signs of the young American's despondency were not visible to all the world, but O'Rourke was a keen observer when he chose to watch with extreme " closeness. Angela reached out her hand with a frankness altogether encoura;ing, and O'Rourke accepted it with a finely toned air of deference and respect. All three of the newcomers had alighted and en tered when Farley came downstairs, and the young American saw his ready rival take an immediate place by Angela. "It was I who brought them together," . be said to himself. "I have wrecked my own chances. And I never gave him a warning word. O'Rourke isn't the man to Intrude himself between a friend and his Lopes if he had only known." At this moment his late delicacy seem ed overstrained and extravagant. "I am not worthy of her," he said. "O'Rourke is a better man than I am. He's not an objectless, good-for-nothing fellow like me, with nothing but dollars to recommend him. A man with a career before him, and a good beginning behind him. A handsome fellow, too; bright, receptive, quick. A man with everything in his favor. Why shouldn't a girl like him?" , .'While O'Rourke talked In his gay and sympathetic fashion, and Maskelyne look ing out of window Indulged these thoughts, there came a tap at the door and the landlady entered. "A telegraphic dispatch for Monsieur O'Rourke," said Bhe, giving the name a queer-sounding foreign twist, at which everybody smiled. O'Rourke took the dis patch, asked to be excused for a moment and opened It. He read it at a glance, crushed it in his hand and stood with an expression of displeasure and irresolution in his face. "No ill news, I hope?" said Farley, ap proaching him. "For me," said O'Rourke, looking round at his friend with a sudden bright smile, 'the wretchedest ill news in the world. A whip" he. held the crumpled telegram up before them "a whip of scorpions," he added, with a laugh. "It drives me from your presence." He bowed to Lucy and Angela as he said this, and went on with a sudden seriousness. "Yes, I must go. I had an idea of refusing for a single instant but that is a thing I mustn't do. Farley, order a carriage, and pay my bill for me." He thrust a purse into his friend's hand. "I shall miss the local train, I know, but I can catch the mail on the main line. I must go and pack, and I haven't a minute to lose. I am the unluckiest of men. Back to work again from this paradise of quiet. And to miss the tour of the world." lie made his excuses and dashed away to pack with an alacrity and eagerness which had all the vivacity of bustle, and Bomehow missed its vulgarity and avoided Its noise. He was down again In a min iute or two, portmanteau in hand. "I leave the heavier things behind," he said, gayly. "This will suffice for a day or two. I am sorry to go, but parlia mentary whips dare not be disputed." Then he let his face cloud somewhat, and, walking to a window, began to drum with absent-seeming fingers on the sill. By and by he turned and met Angela's gaze. "I am sorry to go," he said, softly, "very sorry." ' The carriage Farley had ordered drew tip to the door and the departing traveler shook hands all round. There was no chance for a private word with Angela, but he threw into his parting glance and hand-shake all he dared to express at such a time. "Five francs if you o'atch the' mail," he cried to the driver as he mounted. The man cracked his whip and started. O'Rourke waved his hat to the little party gathered about the door, and his last glance was for Angela. "I disappear with an air of some Im portance," he said to himself, "and that is something. Poor Maskelyne looks a bit too cowed to play up with any spirit for a while, and I shall be back again in three days. That again is something." CHAPTER VII. O'Rourke's departure affected the varl us members of the party variously, Mas Itelyne brightened up ever so little to be agin with, but seeing that Angela had suddenly grown grave, he himself grew jgraver than ever and dropped Into a ver itable abyss of despair. Angela did not need to be told more than she learned In that parting glance nd pressure, and while O Rourke rode to ward the railway station In full assurance of faith that he had already conquered, she, in thinking of him, was filled with a cold Indignation that he should have dared so to presume upon her innocent freedom with him. "I am a flirt," she told herself; "a co quette. He saw It, and took advantage of It." The novelist, whose strong point , was love-making, and who rejoiced In the dls NKction of the feminine heart on paper, vaa beautiful Ignorant of the drama of Murray' which one scene was being enacted under his nose. His wife, who dissected noth ing, knew all about the case, and would have loved to bring the two young people together, for, like all good women, she was a match-maker at heart As for the major, he was a match-maker, too, but he knew no more, than Noah whether or not the two young people had the faintest leaning to each other. The dinner passed off fairly well, and then came the mild dissipation of the evening. The large room of the Hotel de Ville was found to be artificially dark ened, for the evehing light still ruled out side. Ranged about the chamber were a number of little tables, supporting little boxes, which stood back to back, with a petroleum lamp between each two of them. In front of each box a pair of stereoscopic lenses, and at the side a little handle to turn the views. Scat tered here and there were a few early vis itors already trying , their eyes at the lenses, amongst them Mr. Zeno, who bowed with great politeness on the ar rival of the party from the Hotel des Postes. Master Austin went off on stealthy tiptoe to join the delightful for eigner, who took him by the hand and called his attention In laboriously chosen single words to various curiosities of the show. 'Mountain. Eh? nigh. Oh, so high. Not? Vite. Snow. Vare fine. Eh? Look. Van uzzer." After some five minutes of this amuse ment Mr. Zeno appeared to tire of it, and leading the little fellow across the chamber, raised his hat to the mother, surrendered his charge, bowed all around, and left the chamber. It was a very simple entertainment, and yet it entertained, and the visitors went solemnly round from one little box to another for the space of half an hour, by which time all had stiff necks and aching eyes. 'My dear," said Austin, "I feel as If I had traveled far enough for a single journey." "And I, too," returned Lucy. "Really," said the major, "they're re markably pretty, but one gets tired." 'We must come back for another even ing," said Angela. "The Swiss views are really charming." This was to Maskelyne, who said, "Tea, very," in an absent manner. Suddenly from the far end of the room arose a cry. Oh, mamma, mamma, mamma ! Look here !" "Hush !" said mamma, crossing over to him. "Little gentlemen never shout in that way. What is it, darling?" "Mr. Zeno," said the boy, clapping his hands and laughing. "Mr. Zeno." Lucy took the seat and looked through the sterescopic lenses, and there was Mr. Zeno, sure enough. Mr. Zeno was talk ing to somebody else, and he and his companion were curiously out of propor tion with the rest of the picture. The photograph represented a court in the Vienna Exhibition, and it seemed proba ble that at the instant of time at which the artist had lifted his little shutter to catch the moving crowd Mr. Zeno and his friend had stepped into the field of view. The expression of both countenances was clearly defined and animated, and the figures were so large that they only came into the picture to the waist. The two were arm in arm, and Zeno had turned with a stretched forefinger toward the other, as if to impress him with a sense of importance in what he was saying. "Yes," said Lucy. "It is Mr. Zeno, certainly, Austin," she said to her hus band, who had followed half across the room, "this is curious. Here is an ac tual portrait of Mr. Zeno." "Who is Mr. Zeno?" asked Angela, crossing over, whilst Farley stooped to look at the picture. "Is he a friend of yours?" "No," answered Lucy I "a stranger. But he is staying at our hotel. Mr. Farley thought at one time that he was a spy, and he is not a nice person at all. He seems very fond of Austin, though, and it is certainly curious to find his portrait here." "Here's an odd thing, Lucy," said Aus tin. "There's a fictional use In that, if I could only see my way to it." Crash went something close at hand, with a sound of breaking glass.1 Angela had somehow overturned the box, and had broken the lamp behind it. She was on her feet, and her fade, dimly seen in the semi-obscurity of the chamber, wore a look of more4 alarm and amazement than than so simple a disaster seemed to warrant. She lifted the box from the table, and Farley Instantly put out the light of the broken lamp, and extinguish ed with his handkerchief and foot a de tached stream of burning oil which had already begun to trickle from the table to the floor. While this was doing, Angela with the box in both bands, had walked across the room, and at the door had encountered the woman who had charge of the exhi bition. "Madame," she said, rapidly In French, "I have by accident broken a lamp. Let me pay you for It Have you a private room here? Show me to It, If you please." Her breathing was so quick and dis turbed that these simple phrases were panted rather than spoken. ' "Certainly, madame," said the woman. and led the way into a side room Illum inated by a brace of tall candles. Angela set the box she carried upon the table between the candles, and turned It rapid' ly this way and that "How do you open this box, madamef "So," said the woman, in surprise, pro ducing a small key, and suiting the ac tion to the word. , "Take out the photographs, if you please." The woman obeyed, wondering more and more, and Angela, taking them from her hand, selected that which bore the portrait of Mr. Zeno. "I wish to buy this," she said, drawing forth her purse and laying a gold coin upon the table. "Will that pay you for the broken lamp and the photograph?" "Assuredly," tbe woman answered. The whole thing was curious, and she would have been well content to have it ex Plained, but her visitor chose to offer no explanation. Angela thrust the photograph into her bosom, and, having rearranged her dress, rejoined her friends. "I have paid for the broken lamp," she said to the major. Half an hour later Butler demanded his carriage, bade his host and hostess adieu, and went away with Angela and Maskelyne. The girl was silent all the way home, but when the chateau was reached, she found herself alone with Maskelyne and spoke. "Mr. Maskelyne, may I ask you to do me a very great favor?" "I shall be delighted," said Maskelyne. "Let me explain," she said, rapidly and eagerly. "You know this face?" She held the photograph before him, and in dicated Zeno with the tip of a finger. "Yes," said Maskelyne. "I know the face. The man at the Hotel des Postes Zeno." "You see he is In close conversation with some one there?" "Yes." "That man with whom be is walking and talking there, arm in arm, is Mr. Dobroski's bitterest enemy a Pole, but a spy in the pay of the Russian govern ment." "You know that?" said MaBkelyne, looking up at her. "Mr. Dobroski Bhowed me his photo graph a week ago. I should know the man among a thousand." "It is not a face about which one could easily be mistaken," Maskelyne allowed. "Wrhat must I do?" "Do you see to what the companion ship of. these two men and this man's presence here point?" she asked him. "You won't think me foolish or romantic, Mr. Maskelyne?" "I should be very much Inclined to say," returned Maskelyne, "that it points In the direction of Mr. Farley's fancy, and this fellow Zeno is a spy upon Dob roski. Of course the companionship may be a chance, and Zeno's being here an accident." "Do you think that very probable, Mr. Maskelyne?" "It may be," said Maskelyne. "But we cannot tell. What am I to do, Miss But ler?" "Will you " she began, and broke off there. "Mr. Dobroski has gone to Brussels. He left this afternoon, and gave the people of the Cheval Blanc no address. He is a known figure every where, and it will be easy to find him." "You wish me to find him, and to let him know of this?" "To put it in his hands," answered Angela. "Yes," he said, accepting the proffered photograph and bestowing it in his breast pocket. "I will take the morning mail. CHAPTER VIII. The driver, bearing in mind O'Rourke's promise of five francs In case the station were reached in time for the mail train, put his fat-ribbed, heavy-footed horse to the road at such a pace that O'Rourke had five minutes to wait for the train. He Becured a ticket for the first stage of his journey, and walked on to the platform carrying his portmanteau. He had been thinking of Angela and Maskelyne and his own chances all the way; but now he sufldenly recalled Dobroski to mind. That venerable conspirator and he would travel to England together, for Dobroski was on the train. Nothing occurred to make the journey particularly remarkable, and the two companions were silent for the most part. A brace of early tourists recognized Dob roski and O'Rourke at Brussels, and pointed them out one to another; and at Dover they were known again, and cre ated a little stir as they walked up and down the platform, side by side, waiting for the train. They arranged where to meet again, and Dobroski betook himself to the streets, whilst O'Rourke went upstairs to sleep, giving injunctions to his servant to call him in four hours precisely. But after entering the bed chamber and lock ing the door he stood awhile in thought, and then suddenly reopening the door, de scended to his private working room, and there wrote a telegram. The telegram was addressed to George Frost, Esquire, at a house in Pimlico, and ran thus : "Call at once. Special." It did no tpurport to come from Hector O'Rourke, but from one 0. Johnson of Acre Buildings. Any way, at 1 o'clock precisely a gentleman with a peaked beard, a furtive eye, a soft hat and an accent blended of the accents of Erin and Columbia, presented himself at the door of the house in which O'Rourke had chambers, and sent in a card which bore the name 01' Mr. George Frost in flourishing copperplate. He was shown up, and when the door was closed behind him, the occupant of the room rose with a smile of welcome and gripped him heartily by the hand. (To be continued.) Heard In the Green Room. First Actor Congratulate mo, old man. I have been married Just ten years to-day to ono woman. Second Actor That's nothing. I've been married twice to my present wife In five years. 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