INT
usd
r. "You
quietly. ,
of “hat I
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lie came
» lald his
d strong.
ther like
gs on the
l-
must have pier claim.” as erased
unheeltatingly at the lam risky
theme.
she looked up as him. “Yen'rs al-
ways nice: when you make." she
persisted. curessingly. “Light a ciga-
rette—and give me one.”
Loder’s mouth became set. “No."
he said, “we'll stick to this advice
business. It interests me.”
”Yet—afterwards."
"No. new. You want to find out
why this Englishman from Italy was
at your sister's party. and why he
mpercept.
it. Lll~
surprise.
lion. lie
ted them.
‘fmg.
his rings."
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him lifi‘i‘
take up his
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a! llrflnf‘h-
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wtth (‘hilu
led by the
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left the
suddenly
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you wish
iled. She
cigarette
toiy more
link idle.
ignoring
. I
made.
. smoke.”
give you
Tim,
ur Men of
disappeared?"
l There are times when a malignant
iobatinacy seems to affect certain
ipenrpln The only answer Lillian
:msdc was to pass her hand over
iLMvr's waistcoat. and feeling his
cigarette case. to draw it from the
, pocket.
1 "e affected not to see it. "Do you
[think he recognized you in that
item?" he Insisted. desperately.
She held out the case. "Here are
your cigarettes, You know we're sl~
‘ ways more social when we smoke."
E in the short interval while she
llooked up into his sure several ideas
fipsssed through Lodcr's mlml. lie
thr‘vllght of arlmrllng up suddenly and
so regaining his advantage; he won-
dered quickly whether one hund
,could possibly suffice for the inking
ion: and lighting of two cigarettes.
.‘l‘hen all need for speculation was
jpuciw-d suddenly aside.
Lillian, looking lmo his face. saw
his fresh look of disturbance. and
from long experience again changed
her tactics. Laying the cigarette
lease on the couch. she put one hand
on his shoulder. the other on his left.
arm. Hundreds of times this cures-
sing touch had quieted (Jhilcote.
“hear old boy 2" she said. sooth-
lnrly. her hand mm ing slowly down
his arm.
in a flash of understanding the
coanuenres of this position crime
to him. Action was imperative. st
uhutmer risk. “fill: an abrupt ges-
tum he rose.
l
The min-mun)! was awkward. m
goi in his (vi-t prwipltntely; Lillian
drew hark, surprised and Fl.l’ll’f‘li"l.
Cal‘f‘hinl lnvnillnturily n.’ his left
hurlii to lli‘fldy her position.
Her fingers grasped at. (in-n held
his. He made no effort to release
them, With a dogged acknowledg-
nwnt. he admitted himself worsted.
. ll-nv long she stayed imrnoxuhle,
hailing his hand, neither of sin-m
knew The process of a womnn's in-
stinct is subtle. so obscure. that Lt
would be futile to apply to it the
iconunonplaro test of time. She kept
ll‘lm- hold tenaciousiy. as though his
fingers possessed some peculiar vir-
tue: then at last she spoke.
"lungs. Jack?“ she said. very
,siuwiy. And under lhe two short
;wor~is a whole world of lncredulity
land surmise made itself felt.
' Loder laughed.
At the sound she dropped his hand
{and rose from her knees. What her
'snsplcious. what her instincts were
‘shs could not have clearly defined.
but her action was unhesluting.
iWithout a moment‘s uncertulnty she
itnrned to the fireplace. pressed the
Sela-ctrtc button. and flooded the room
(with light.
‘ There is no force so demrslizing
,as unexpected light. Loder took a
jets-p backward, his hand hanging un-
igunrded by his side; and Lillian.
;siepplng forward, caught it again be-
fore he could protest. Lifting it
quickly. she looked scrutinizingly st
nths two rings.
i All women jump to conclusions.
land it is extraordinary how seldom
Ethcy Jump short. Seeing only what
.l..lllian saw. lmowlng only what she
jknew, no man would have staked a
Idnfinite opinion; but the other sex
takes a different view. As she stood
suing at the rings her thoughts and
,hrr conclusions sped through her
lmind like arrows—all aimed and all
tending towards one point. She re~
,membered the day when she and
‘hilmte had talked of doubles. her
scemlclsm and his vehement defence
of the idea; his sudden interest in
the book "Other Men's Shoes." and
his anathema against life and its
irksome round of duties. She re-
membered her own first convinced
recognition of the eyes that had
looked at her in the doorway of her
sister's house: and. last of all. she
remembered (inmate's unaccountable
svoldance of the same subject of like-
neasea when she had mentioned it
yesterday driving through the Park-
and with it his unnecessarily curt
repudiation of his former opinions
She reviewed each item. then she
raised has head slowly and looked at
Loder.
He was prepared for the glance
and met it sneadily. in the long mo-
ment that her eyes searched his
face it was she and not he who
gchsnged csior. She was the first to
“weak. “You were the man whose
hands I saw in the tent.” she said.
She made the statement in her usual
soft tones, but a slight tremor of
excitement underran her voice.
Poodles. Persian kittens. even crystal
guinrbslis. seemed very far away
in face of this tangible. fabulous.
present interest. “You are not Jack
Chile-ate." she said. very slowly. "You
are wearing his clothes. and speaking
in his voles but you are not Jack
Chilean.” Her tons quickened with
a touch of excitement. “You needn't
keep silent and look at me." she
said. “I know quite wen what I am
ornmsnd
msfmous’mlis
currentl'irsthluxiunal
saying-though I don’t understand ialt me see your hand.”
it. though i have so real proof—"
life with
the strong political lieutenant of
give-away scar on his finger.
explanation.
him in a love affair.
Shah in Persia.
Chllcote, who resumes his own lif
book. mistskes it for an appointm
LAKELY. publisher of St. George’s.
s deep and thrilling mystery.
v
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‘
THE CHARACTERS IN THE STORY
JOHN CHI'LCOTE. member of the House of Commons. a party Is a
marriage of convention and confirmed drug addict, changes places in
JOHN LODER, who is his exact counterpart in appearance. So sue-
csssful is the deception that the masterful Lodsr becomes not only
FBAIDE, the great party leader. but is not suspected by the servant or
by Chilcote’s beautiful and unhappy wife.
EVE, who, however. is mystified by her husband’s change in manner. At
a socinl function Loder is inveigled into a darkened tent, when
LADY LILLIAN ASTRUPP. close associate of Chilean. indulging her
hobby of crystal-gazing. makes him remove his rings, exposing the
Loder successfully eludes her without
He recognizes her as the woman who had embittered
Next day his fears are submerged by the interest
he takes in the political situation growing out of Ruaaiais act in
despatching a large force to the seat of the insurrection against the
He appears as spokesman for his party in Parliament
delivering a brilliant address attacking the government's lax policy.
He is enjoying the thrill of this political triumph when recalled by
Chilcote meets Lady Lillian and
makes an appointment to dine with her the next day.
about the appointment and again changes places with Loder. who.
noting the date and the phrase “Talk With L” in Chilcots's
e.
out with
Lndcr is startled when he is ushered
into Lady Astrupp’s home and presence instead. She briefly sketched
an early love affair and then tells Loder than the man who figured
in it. turned up the other night at Lady Bramfell's party. providing
Ha forgets all
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ple loved or hated. were spiteful or
foolish. were even quixotic. or dis-
honorable. but they seldom made
scenes. Loder tacitly saw and tacitly
accepted an.
Possibly they ails extremely little
during the course of the dinner. and
talked extraordinarily much on sub-
ths that interested neither: but the
main point at least was gained.
They dined. The conventionalities
were apps-sod; the silent. watchful
servants who waited on them were
given no food for comment: The fact
that Loder left immediately after din-
ner. the fact that he paused on the
doorstep after the hall door had
closed behind him. and drew a long.
deep breath of relief. held only an
individual significance and therefore
did not count.
0:: reaching Chilcote's honee he
passed at once to the study and dis-
missed Greening for the night. But
scarcely had be taken advantage of
his solitude by settling into an arm-
chair and lighting a. cigar. than Ren-
wick. displaying an unusual amount
of haste and importance. entered the
room carrying a letter.
Seeing Loder. he came forward at
as ‘0
help."
steady gaze. and in the pause a curly
sus and uncxpevted tiling .mcurrod. '
Loder laughed suddenly—a lull.
confident. reassured laugh.
about him, nil the intuiv—mhlv- sense:
of an impending crash. lifted sudl
denly. He saw his way clearly—l
and it was Lillian who had openedi
his eyes. .
sun looking at her. he smiled—a}
smile of reliant (ll-termination, such;
as Chilcoie had never vvnrn in hisl
leased his hand.
“The greatest charm of woman is»
her imagination.“
"Without it there would he no color;
in life; we would come into and (imp ;
he said. quietly:
tone of drsb reality."
and smiled again
At his smile, Lillian involuntarily
drew back. the color deepening in her
cheeks. “Vhy do you say that?"
she asked.
He lifted his head. With each mo-
ment he felt more certain of him~
self. "Because that is my attitude,"
he said. “As s man I admire your
imagination. but as a man I fail to
follow your reasoning."
The words and the tone both stung
her. “Do you realize the position?"
was asked, sharply. "Do you realize
that. whatever your plans are. I can
spoil them?"
Loder still met her eyes. “I realize
nothing of the sort." he said.
"Then you admit that you are not;
Jack Ohilcote?"
“I neither deny nor admit. My
identity is obvious. I can get twenty
men to swear to it at any moment
that you like. The fact that I
haven‘t worn rings till now will
scarcely interest them."
“But you do admit—to me.
you are not Jack?"
"I deny nothing—and admit noth-
ing. I still offer my congratulations."
“Upon what?"
"The same possessien~your imagi-
nation."
Lillian stamped her foot. Then. by
a quick effort. she conquered her
temper. “Prove me to be wrong!"
m said, with a fresh touch of ex-
citement. ”Take oi! your rings and
He paused
that
With a deliberate gesture Loder
She paused. momentarily disconcert- put his hand bdnnd his back.
web of the past half-hour hall spun ..
out of it with the same uninteresting;
.\u w
“Eve." he said. without looking around, “I want your
[Guy Bates Post as John Loder and Ruth Sinclair u
Eve Chilcote in “The Masquerader.”]
ed by her companions silent “hummer gratify childish curiosity," I.
Filiil, with another smile.
Agnm a flash of temper crossed
"Are you sure." she said.
All thc‘“l?xm it is quite wise to talk like
her eyes.
Willi?”
Lodcr laughed lflln. "II fix“ I
threat?"
"Perhaps.”
“Then it's an empty one.”
“Why?"
Before replying he waited a me-
mcnt. looking down at her.
“I conclude.”
‘thcr see before them is not John
{(‘hilcote. but mm .1..- N“
a harder task than
This is s. scqticsl
world, and people are shenrdly fond
of their own eyedgbt. We are all
Journalists nowadays—are all want
The first thins you will be
asked for is your proof. And will!
docs your proof consist of? The cir-
cumstance tint John Chllwte, who
has always dell)!“ 10'0117. 5”
lately taken to wear!“ m1 1°“
own state ent, unattended by any
bat with those rings of!
his finger bears a scar belonging to
No: on close exami-
nation I scarcely W ”lit «your
He stopped. fired
by in; own logic. The future might
be (hilcote’s but the DMt was
his: and this present—filth it! im-
iutles—hsd been
“No.” he
said. again. “When you set your
you'll find that
you imagine.
facts.
witnesses.
another maul
case would hold.“
measurable
rescued from ca
proof perhaps we'll IIIVI
talk but till then-"
died away.
The door but!
the opening.
in his deferential voice.
a...“
CHAPTII.XXIII
to do.
“I
a...
a...
,
l
w“
us
he ”‘9, ways
life. And with a calm gesture he re' “‘th 5‘0“? idea is to W this wild.
lmppnhuhle story—to I.“ M1. to
i believe that John Chilean whom
"Till then?” She looked up quick-
ly; but almost at once her question
and the serv-
ant who had admitted Met stood in
“Dinner is served!” be announced.
AND lander dined with union
Astrupp. Wemhu‘fl'm
society expects, all and; ranch.
He dined. nae through WM
not through cowardice. but became
themed the obvious. the duly thing
To his [scans of m b-
scrlption was W: to m
c ‘
once. “Mr. Fraide‘s man brought
this. sir.” he explained. “He was
most particular to give it into my
hands—making sure ’twould reach
you. Ho‘s waiting for an answer.
sir." .
Loder rose and took the letter. a
quick thrill of speculation and inter~
est springing across his mind. Dur-
ing his time of banishment he had
followed the political situation with
feverish attention. insupportably
chsfed by the desire to share in it.
apprehensively chilled at the thought
of Chllcote‘a possible behavior. He
knew that in the comparatively short
interval since Parliament had risen
no ad: of aggression had marked the
Russian occupation of Mashed. but
be also knew that Fraide and his
followers looked askance at that
great power’s amiable attitude. and
at sight of his leader's message his
intuition stirred.
Turning to the nearest lamp, he
tore the envelope open and scanned
the letter anxiously. ‘lt was written
in Fralde’s own clear. somewhat old-
fashioned writing. sud opened with
a kindly rebuke for his desertinn of
him since the day of his speech;
then immediately. and with charac-
tqtistic clearness. it opened up the
subject nearest the writer‘s mind.
Very slowly and attentively Loder
read the letter; and with the ex-
”treme quiet that with him invariably
covered emotion. be moved to the
desk, wrote a note. and handed it to
the waiting servant. As the men
turned towards the door he called
him.
"Benwickl" he said. sharply.
“when you've given that letter to Mr.
l'raide's servant, ask Mrs. Chilcote if
she can spare me five minutes."
When Renwick had gone and
closed the door behind him. Loder
paced the room with feverish activ~
in. In one moment the aspect of
life had been changed. Five min-
utes since he had been glorying in
the risk of a berely saved situation:
now that situation with its merely
social complications had become a
matter of mail importance.
om. ’long. striding steps had can
ried him "to the fireplace. and his
back was towards the door when at
last the handle turned. He wheeled
round to receive Eve‘s message; then
a look of pleased surprise crossed his
face. It was Eve herself who stood
in the doorway.
Without hesitation his lips parted.
“Eve." he said. abruptly, “l have had
great news! Russia has shown her
teeth at last. Twa caravans belong-
ing,» a British trader were yester-
day interfered with by a band of
Co-acks. The affair occurred a cou~
pic of miles outside of Meshed; the
traders‘resnonstrated. but the Rue-
sians made summary use of their
advantage. Two Englishmen were
wounded and one of them has since
died. Frside has only now received
the news—which canno-t' be over
rated. It gives the precise lever
necessary for the his move at the
reneembilng." He spoke with great
earnestness and unusual haste. As
he finished he took a step forward.
“But that’h not all!" be added.
“Fl-side wants the great move set in
motion by a great speech—and he
has asked me to make it.”
For a maneut Eve waited. She
looked at him in silence: and in that
silence he read in- her eyes the re-
flection of his own expression. %
“And yeul",she.asked, ln'a sup-
pressed voice. “What answer did
you give?”
He watched her for an instant.
baking a strange pleasure in her
flushed face and brilliantly agel-
eyes; then the joy of conscious
stream the sense .‘of npportunlty
regained. swept all other considera-
tions out of sight.
“I accepted.” he said, ‘vqulckly.
“(loud any man who was merely hu-
man have done otherwise?"
‘ .
aside. In the first days of his usur-
pation he had gone cautiously. half
fascinated. half distrustful; then the
reality. (the extraordinary tanglblllty
of the position had gripped him
when. matching himself for the first
time with men of his own caliber, he
had learned his real weight oil-the
day of his protest against the Easter
adjournment. With that knowledge
had been born the dominant factor
in his whole scheme—the overwhelm-
ing, insistent desire to manifest his
power. That desire that is the la!-
vation or the ruin of every strong
man who has once realized. his
strength. Supremacy was the note
to which his ambition reached. To
trample‘ out Chllcote's foonnarks
with his own had been his tacit in-
stinct from the first: new it 'rose
paramount. It was the whole theory
of creation—the survival of the no
tear-the deep. egotistical certainty
that be was the better man. _
And it was with this conviction
that he entered on the vital period
of his dual career. The imminent
crisis. and his dwn share in it. ab-
sorbed him absolutely. In the weeks
that followed his answer to Frslde‘s
proposal he gave himself ungrudglng»
ly to his Work. He wrote, read. and
planned with tireless energy; he fre-
quently forgot to eat. and slept only
through sheer exhaustion; in the
fullest sense of the word he lived
for the culminating hour that was to
bring him failure or access.
He seldom left Grosveuor Square
in the days that followed. except to
confer wibh his party. All his inter»
est. all his relaxation even, lay in his
work and what pertained to it. His
strength as like a solid wall. his in-
telligence was, sharp and keen as
steel. The moment was his; and by
sheer mastery of will he put other
considerations out of sight. He for-
got Chilcote and forgot Lillian—not
because they escaped his memory,
but because he chose to shut them
from it. ,
Of Eve he saw but little in this
time of high pressure. When a man
touches the core of his capacities.
puts his heat into the work that in
his eyes stands paramount. there is
little place for. and no need of wo-
man. She comes before—and after.
She inspires. compensates. or com-
pletes; but the achievement. the cre-
ation, is man’s alone. And all true
women understand and yield to this
unspoken precept.
Eve watched the progress of his
labor. and in the depth of her own
heart the watching came nearer to
actual living than any activity she
had knpwn. She was an on~looker
—but an on—looker who stood. as it
were, on the step! of the arena. who.
by a single forward movement. could
feel the stand under her feet. the
breath of the battle on her face; and
in this knowledge she rested satis-
fled.
There were hours when Lodcr
seemed scarcely conscious of her a-
istence; but on those occasions she
smiled in her serene way—and went
on waiting. She knew that each day.
before the afternoon had passed, he
would come into her sitting~room. his
face thoughtful. his hands full of
books or papers. and. dropping into
one of the comfortable. studious
chairs, would ask laconicnlly for tea.
This was her moment of triumph
and recompense—for the very un-
consciousness of his coming doubled
its value. He would sit for half an
hour with a preoccupied glance, or
with keen, alert eyes fixed on the
fire. while his ideas sorted them.
selves and fell into line. Sometimes
he was silent for the whole half-
hour. sometimes be commented to
himself as he scanned his notes: but
on other and rarer occasions be talk-
ed. spenking his thoughts and his
theories aloud. with the enjoyment of
a man who knows himself fully in
his depth, while Eva upped her tens
or stitched peacefully at a strip of
embroidery.
On these occasions she made a
perfect listener. Here and there she
encouraged him with an intelligent
remark. but she never interrupted.
She knew when to be silent and when
to speak; when to merge her own
individuality and when to make it
felt. In these days of stress and
preparation he came to her uncon-
sciously for rest; he treated her as
he might have treated a younger
brother—relying on her discretion.
turning to her as by right for sympa-
thy. comprehension, and friendship.
Sometimes. as they sat silent in the
richly colored. homellke room, Eve
would pause over her embroidery
and let her thoughts spin moments-
rily forward—spin towards the point
where. the brunt of his ordeal passed,
he must of necessity seek something
beyond mere rest. But there her
thoughts would £133“tu bulk 08
and the blood flame quickly into her
cheek.
Meanwhile Loder worked persist-
ently. With each day tbstbreught
the crisis of swarm. nearer.
his activity W with it
an intensifying of flu nervous strain.
Forubshsdhlskoutsofexaltatisn,
healsobadhiahoursofblsckappre-
henslon. Itisallverywelltoessb
else a ghost by sheer suength of
oration; and there were times when
they loomed very dark and sinister.
Whetifsttheverymomentofful-
fluent—d But invariably hezjnap-
ped the thread of the supposition and
turned with nercsr ardor to his work
of preparation.
And so the last morning of his pro-
bation (learned. and for the first time
he breathed finely.
Herosseariy onshsdsytbatwas
to witness his great effort and dress.
ed slowly. It was a splendid morn-
ing; the spirit of the spring seemed
embodied in the air. in the pale-
blue sky. in the shafts of cool sun-
shine that danced from the mirror to
the dressing‘table, from the dreading-
table to the pictures on the walls of
Ohilcote's vast room. Inconsequent-
*ly with its dancing rose a memory of
the distant past—a memory of long-
forgotten days when. as a child. he
had been hidden to watch the same
sun perform the same fantastic evo-
lutions. The sight and the thought
stirred him curiously with an un~
looked~for sense of youth. He drew
himself together with an added touch
of decision as he passed out into the
corridor: and as he walked down-
stairs be whistled a bar or two of an
lnspirlting tune. ‘
In the morning-room Eve was al-
ready waiting. She looked up. col—
ored. and smiled as he entered. Her
face looked very fresh and young
and she wore a gown of the same
pale blue that she had worn on his
first coming.
She looked up from an open letter
as he came into the room, and the
sun that fell through the window
caught her in a. shaft of light. infea-
sifying her blue eyes. her blue gown.-
snd the bunch of violets fastened in
her belt. To Loder. still under the in-
fluence of early memories. she seem-
ed the embodiment of some youthful
ideal-something lost, sought for. and
found again. Realization of his feel-
ing for her almost came to him as he
stood there looking at her. It hov-
ered about him: it tipped hlm. as it .
were. with its wings; then it rose
again and soared away. Men like
him—men keen to grasp an opening
where their careers are concerned.
and tenacious to hold it when once
grasped-are frequently the last to
look into their own hearts. He
glanced at Eve. he acknowledged
the stir of his feeling. but be made
no attempt to define its cause. He
could no more have given reason for
his sensations than he could have
told the precise date upon which.
coming downstairs at eight o'clock.
be had “find be:- waiting break-
fast for-him. The time when all such
incidents were to stand out. each to '
a nicely In its appointed place. had
not yet arrived. For the moment his
youth had retumed‘to him; he pos-
sessed the knowledge of work done.
the sense of present companionship
in a world of agreeable things: above
all. the steady. quiet conviction of his
own capacity. All these things came
to him in the moment of his entering
the room. greeting Eve. and passing
to the breakfastvtahle; then. while
his eyes still rested contentedly on
the pleasant array of china and all.
ver. while his senses were still alive
to the fresh. earthly scent of Eve‘s
violets. the blow so long dreaded—en
slow in coming—fell with accumu-
lated force.
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CHAPTER XXIV
THE letter through which the
blow fell was not voluminous. It
was written on cheap paper in a dis-
guised band, and the contents cover—
ed only half a page. Loder read it
slowly, mentally articulating every
word: then he laid it down. and as
he did so he caught Eve's eyes ralsv
edin concern. Again he saw some-
thing of his own feelings reflected in
her face. and the shock braced blm;
he picked up the letter. tearing it
into strips.
”1 must go out.” be said. slowly.
”I must go now—at once." His voice
was hard.
Eve’s surprised, concerned eyes
still searched his. .“Now—st once?”
she repeated. “Now—without break-
fast?"
"I‘m not hung-y.” He rose from
his seat. and, carrying the slips of
paper across the room. dropped them
into the are. He did it. not so much
from caution, as frbm an imperative
wish to do something, to move, if
only across the room.
Eve's glance followed him. “Is it
bad news?” she asked. anxiously. It
was unlike her to be insistent, but
shewssmevedtotbeimpulsebythc
peculiarity of the moment. _
“No." he sold shortly. “It's—b -
uses. This was written yesterday; I
should have got it last night.”
Her eyes widened. "But nobody
does business at eight in the morn-
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