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.
Ox wagon competition makes certain
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Attachment for Fana.
So many housewives have Buffered
burned fingers while examining the
contents of a boiling pot that It t
small wonder they
ore anxious to pro
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which would obvi
ate this disagree
able feature of
housekeeping. An
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seems to have at
tained the coveted
utensil In the very
simple attachment
lkvkb lifts coveb. shown In tlio illus
tration. As here shown the cooking
pot Is provided with a handle of more
than the average length. In connec
tion with the handle, In close reach of
the user's hand Is a suuill lever. By
grasping the latter and forcing It down
a connecting rod raises the lid of the
pot, the lid being hluged to the edge
of the post close to the handle. There
Is absolutely no danger of burning the
fingers or hand. Another advantage la
the fact that any liquid In the pot can
also be drained off quickly and with
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A Simple Steamed Padding.
Sift together one cup of entire wheat
flour, half a cup of white flour, half a
teaspoonful of salt, one- teaspoonf ul of
soda, one teaspoonful of cinnamon, mace
and cloves mixed together. Beat one
egg. Add half a cup each of molasses
and milk and stir Into the dry Ingredi
ents. Stir In four tablespoonfuls of
melted butter and three-fourths of a
cup of fruit (currants, sultana raisins,
citron, candled peel, chopped figs, dates
or prunes), either a variety or a com
bination of two or more. Steam two
and one-half hours. Serve with hard
sauce. The dry Ingredients might be
sifted into a mixing bowl and the fruit
gotten ready beforehand, but the liquid
should not be added until time of cook
ing. .
Marble Spice Cake.
Cream three-quarters of a cup of but
ter with two cups of sugar, then divide
Into equal parts. Into one part put the
beaten yolks of four eggs and the stiff
ened whites Into the other half. Into
the light part stir three-quarters of a
cup of sweet milk and two small cup
of flour sifted with a teaspoonful of bak
ing powder. Into the dark part put a
teaspoonful of allspice, one-half tea
spoonful each of ginger, cloves and nut
meg, one teaspoonful of cinnamon and
a teaspoonful of vanilla extract. Stir
the two parts lightly together, not
enough to blend them, but Just enough
to give the batter a "marbled" effect
Bake in a loaf tin.
Seasoning Apple Pies.
For the average-sized pie take three
quarters cup of sugar, a pinch of salt,
for apples are always Unproved by salt,
two level tablespoonfuls of flour to ab
sorb the Juice, and one-half level tea
spoonful of cinnamon. Mix all the sea
soning together, then sprinkle a part
of It over the under crust before put
ting in any of the apple. Put the ap
ples In three layers, with seasoning be
tween ; then moisten In tbe edges of the
crust and press together well. Now cut
several g-i gashes in the top crust,
for the steam to escape; the juice will
be taken up by tbe flour and none of
the pie will be lost.
Cabbage and Pepper Salad.
Use a crisp, tender white cabbage;
remove the wilted leaves, divide Into
quarters and cut off most of the core.
Let stand In cold, salted water for one
hour. Drain and slice as fine as pos
sible. Drain It well and pour over a
sour cream dressing. Mix two table
spoonfuls of lemon Jince with one cup
of sour cream, add a saltepoon of salt
and two tablespoons of sweet green
peppers minced fine. This dressing
may be used on sliced tomatoes or cu
cumbers. Plnar-Ponar Balls,
Two teaspoonfuls melted butter, one
cup of Bugar, two eggs, two and one
half cups rolled oats, one teaspoonful
baking powder, a pinch of salt and
3ne teaspoonful of vanilla. Cream the
butter and sugar, beat eggs and add
vanilla and salt and mix all together;
then add rolled oats and baking pow
der. Stir well and drop by spoonful
Into pan, pinching up Into, shape witty
fingers. Bake ten minutes In quite
a hot oven. Do not brown too much.
To Clean Knlvea.
An easy way to clean knives Is to use
a small piece of old Brussels carpet,
sprinkled well with either bath brick
or emery powder and slightly moist
ened with menthylated spirit Double
over and rub the knives backward and
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For that
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"What of that? They're warm rains,
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"This bill," said the man of tbe house,
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times as large as it ought to be."
"No, sir," insisted the paper hanger. ,
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