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is in presence of his own soul—end
in that presence alone—that a man
mu truly measure himself.
as Lodcr walked onward. tread-
ing the whole familiar length of
trnflc—dllod street. he realised for
the first time that be was stand-
lug before that solemn tribunal—
that the hour had come when he
. :must answer to himself for himself.
The longer and «i- ’pcl’ an oblivion
the more painful the awakenlnx.
For months the song of self had
beaten about his ears. deadening all
_ other smlnd: new abruptly that song
had ceased—mot considerately. not
lingering”. but with a snddenneos
that made the succeeding silence
very terrible.
He walked onward. keeping his di-
rection unseoingly. He was pass-
ing through the fire as surely as
though actual flames rose about his
feet: and whatever the result. what-
ever the fibre of the man who
emerged from the ordeal. the John
Loder who had hewn his way
through tho poet weeks would exist
no more. The triumphant egotist—
the strong man—who. by his own
strength. had kept hi. eyes upon nun
point. refusing to see in other direc-
tions. had ceased to be.
Keen though it was. his realiza-
tion of this crisis in his life had
come with characteristic slowness.
When Lillian Astrupp had given her
dictum. when the music of the or-
chcstrn had ceased and the curtain
rlwn on the second act of the play.
nothing but a some of atupefaction
linvl filled his mind. In that mn-
mnm the grcnt song wna silenced.
not by any portentnus cplsode. not
i-v any incident that could have lent
d'znity to Its end. but—with tho full
nwasuro of life's irony—by a trivial
social commonplace. In the first
sensation of blank loss his facul-
ties had bee. numbed: in the quar-
ter of an hour thnt foliotvml tho rise
of the curtain he hnvl ant ctnrfn:
at the stage. secing nothing, hcnrinz
nothing. filed with the cnorntitv of
the void that suilvlo-nlv surrounded
llim_ "l‘hon. from hnhlt, from t‘On-
stitutional tcnlln-nrfiv, ho, hflil hccun
a‘mvly and permwcrinrlv to draw
first one threw] fll‘nl then another
from the tannin of his tl‘nllziilfi—to
force with doubt and dii'ii‘liilfi' tic
chain that was to draw him towards
the future.
it was upon this some incomplete
chain that his mind worked as ho
traversed the familiar streets and
at last gained the house he had so
easily learned to call home.
As be inserted the latch-key and
felt it move smoothly in the lock, a
momentary revolt against his own
Judgment. his own censorship swung
him sharply townrvls reaction. But
It is only the blind who can walk
without a tremor on the urine of
an abyss. and there was no longcr
a bapilaxa across his eyes. The re-
action flared up ilkc a strip of light-
od paper: then. likc a strip of ilzhil
Ni papvr. it dropped back to ashes.
“a pushed the door open and slowly
crossed the hall.
The mounting of a staircase ls
ortnn tic in«lr-r to a man's state or
"ii. A: lm'ii'r nsccnrleil tho stnlra
i‘iilicute'a house his Silil‘ilflf‘r‘
‘Mi illnir ailflne‘ul, lliv lll‘iill Wow
' tiger erect: he moved ru- thou-3‘.
H
,t
‘ L feet were weighted. lie luri
1mi N) be the man "f Ilf’liEM'v-
whose amnllvst oplu‘nn corn-
i."
consideration: in tho privacy .
' "in. he was the nicro immlr.
' no to which he had since com-
‘vl himself—the flotsam that.
i-lming it has found a harbor.
1.08 to find itself the prey of the
~ Wining tide.
lls paused at the head of the
-"lir| to rally his resolutions; thou,
still walking heavily. ho pilifiwi
t wn the corridor to Eve’s room. It
a suggestive of his charncter that,
having made his decision. he did not
tiniiy over its performanco. With-
mtt availing to knock, he lel’TlQ‘tl the
hurdle and n'nlkcvl into thc room.
it lit-lied pret'lwly as it always
'I'Vllt-‘t‘l, but to l.mlcr the rich. sub7
Iluml coloring of '~ " u rind flowers
" '~ and re
pose that w. - inveycd-
sccmcd to ham 5 .»-.~cr meaning
than before; and it was on the in-
stant that. his 0309, crowing the in-
animate oblcrts, rested on their
owner that the true force of his
position. the enormity of the task
before him, made itself plain.
Realization came to him with vivid.
overwhelming force: and it must be
accounted to his credit. in the sum-
ming of his qualities. that than, in
that moment of trial. the thought of
retreat. the thought of yielding did
not present itself.
Eve was standing by tho mantel-
plece. She wore a beautiful gown.
a long string of diamonds was
twisted about her neck. and her
soft. black hair was rolled high
after a foreign fashion. and held In
place by a large diamond comb. As
he entered she turned hastily, al-
most nervously, and looked at him
with the rapid. searching glance he
had learned to expect from her;
then. almost directly, her expression
changed to one of quick concern.
With a faint exclamation of alarm
she stepped forward.
“What has happened?” Ibo laid.
“You look like a ghost."
Loder made no answer. Roving
into the room. he paused by the oak
table that stood between the fire-
t‘w
place and the door.
i effect.
ly.
Ibeymsdeanuoaasciedetsbleau is poesnle—I'vepreved it. I knew
EVE. At a social function
appointment with
his great political opportunity.
comedy—on or 03 the stage.
THE CHARACTERS IN' THE STORY
JOHN CEILCO’I'E, member af-tbeflouse of Commons, a
mm and a confirmed drug
JOHNLODmhieenacteounterpartinapearanee- Sosuccessfulis
the deception that the masterful Loder lice
power, but is not suspected by Chilcote's boa
party” lo.-
addict. changes phcesrn life
not only a political
ul but unhappy wife.
3
LAID! LILLIAN ASTRUPP. intimate of Cbilcase. makes we? remove
hi' rings. exposing the give-away scar on his. 4
Mint her as a woman who had jilted him, eludes her. Loder is re- -
called by Chilcote. who resumes his own‘
appointment to dine with Lady Adrupp.
and. again changes places with Loder, who, noting the date and the
initial "L" in Chilcote's engagement book, mistakes it“: a political
Loder, recog-
life. makes on
He forgot- the appointment
' \
LAKELY. editor of St. George's. Lodea- is startled when he is ushered
into the presence of Lady Astrupp. She declares ho is not Chilcote.
He warns her before leaving that none will believe her story. Russian
acts ‘pf aggression against British trading interim in Forbid enl-
minsting in the assassination of a British consul-general .give Loder
He delivers an epoéhal speech in
Parliament that overturns the cabinet. There are tears ‘of joy in Eve’s
eyes. Realising he loves her, he decides to quit the masquerade. Tho
wretched Chilcote cannot, however, continue and he returns to Loder
with the news that an incriminating telegram he had written Lodor
imploringhlm to resume the deception disappeared after a visit by
Lady Astrupp. Loder, in Chilcote's clothes. that night attends the
theatre with Lady Astrupp, Leonard Kaine and Miss :Esseltyn. The
play is about two men who have exchanged identities. Lillian explains
the motive is love. Kaine asks if love is ever serious in a three-act
For almost the first time
as they stood there—he with his
hard. set face. she with her height
mm color. her inexplicably bright
n-yes. They stood completely silent
for a worm space that for Lode:
held rt: suggestion of time: thcn,‘
finding the tension unbearable. Etc
xlmke again.
“lias anything happ'enedl“
nslted. “Is anything wrong?”
Had he been less engrossed the
intensity of her concern might ham~
struck him: but in a mind so ha-
rassed as his there was only room
for one consideration—the consid-
eration of himself. The sense of
her question reached him. but its
xlzuliivnnce left him untouched.
"is anything: wronc‘i" she reiterat-
ml for the swcnil time.
ly an effort ho raised his eyes.
\‘o man. he thought. since the ho—
.‘inninl‘: of the World was ever set n
"I‘ll so cruel as his. Painfully and
she
:lim'iy his lips parted.
"I’lvcrything in the world is
wrong,” he said. in a slow, llfll'ii
voice.
Eve said nothing but her color
suddenly deepened.
Again Lodcr was unobservant.
But with the dotted resolution that
marked him he forced himself to
ill! tHSk.
"You despise lies." he said. at
last. "Tell me what you would
think of a man whose whole life, was
one elaborated lie?" The words
were slightly exnzzcrntcd, hut ihnir
uttcrance. their painfully brusque
sincerity. precluded all suggestion of
Resolute-1y holding her gaze
be repeated his question.
"Tell me! Answer me! I want
to know."
Eve’s attitude was difficult to
road. She stood twisting the string
of diamonds between her fingers.
“Tel me!" he said again.
She continued to look at him for
a moment; then. as if some fresh
impulse moved her. she turned away
from him towards the fire. '
"I cannot." she said. “We—I—I
could not set myself to judge—any
one."
Loder held himself rigidly in
hand.
“Eve." he said, quietly. "I was
at the 'Arcadlnn‘ tonight. The play
was ‘Other Men’s Shoes! I suppose
you've read the b‘k ‘Other Men's
Shoes?"
She was leaning on the mantel-
piece and her face was invisible to
him. “Yes. I have read it." she
said. without looking round.
"It is the story of an extraordi-
nary likeness between We men. Do
you believe such a likeness possible?
Do you think such a thing could ex-
ist?" He spoke with difficulty: his
brain and tongue both felt numb.
Ive let the diamond chain slip
from her fingers. “Ids.” she said,
nervously. “Yes. I do believe it.
Such things have been—"
W caught at the words.
'Iou‘re quite Mt." he. said. ml-
I'You‘ro quite right. The
>4.
of
'l.’
Q?" .7--
in Loder’s knowledge of her,
her voice broke. her control deserted her. [Guy Bates Poet
and Ruth Sinclair in “The Masquerader."] ’
a man so like me that you. even you.
would nut toil uv apart."
Eve was silent. still averting her
face.
‘ln dire dimming hefisborea on.
"Five". he hczl'h' cute mdre; “such
:1 iikcniws i< n sci-ions thing—a
terrible «longer—n terrible tempta-
:iun.
of it cannot pn=-il-ly gauge its pie-
r:llls—-" Acnin lm paused. but again
fill) slit'nl iixurc by the fireplace
:avo him no l'vlp.
“lit-c," le.‘ c-wlnlmed. suddenly.
“if you on':~ l;rcw. it you only guess-
Ni what l'm trying to say—" The
t'rr'zntz of his mind showed in the
u'nrrifi. Lmicr, the strong. the re-
siilrcei'ul, the self-contained. was
:u‘i‘fildiiiy. painfully at a loss. There
wnv :liiltust a note of appeal in the
xxbrntinn wt lain voice.
And l-ixv‘. standing by the fire-
place, lit"l:‘“l and understood. In
tlizit monnm of comprehension all
tint: had mid her silent. all the
.onilittiu: motives that had forbid-
(it‘ll speech. tuclted away before the
‘nf‘nnm‘lous (lt‘fllnnd for help. Quiet-
ly and yct quickly she turn her
“hole fnr‘o trunsflgured by I light
that sc-nmctl to shine from within—
souietlliiig singularly soft and ten-
der. 4
“There‘s no need to day any7
thing." she said, simply, “because I
know." _ . .
it came quietly. as most great rev-
olutions (nine. Iler voicewas low
and fi't‘t“ from any excitement. her
face beautiful in itll complete lin-
consciml‘xncss of self. In that su-
preme Yillill‘ll'l‘lt all her thought. all
her sympathy was for the man—and
his sum-ring. .
To Lotlcr there was a Space of .in-
credulity; thvn his brain slowly
swung to realization. “You know?"
he repented, blankly. "You know?"
Without nuswcrlng she walked. to
a cabinet that stood in the window.
unlocked n drawer. and drew out
several sheets of flimsy white paper.
crumpled in pipes. and closely cov-
ered with Writing. Without a word
she carried them back and held
them out.
He took tl.cm in silence. scanned
them. then looked up.
In a long. worthless pause their
eyes met. It was as if each looked
speechlessly into the other‘o heart.
seeing the passions. .tho contradic-
tions. the short-coming: thot went
to the making of both. .In’thst Ii-
lence they drew closer together than
they could have done Mn tor-
rent of words. Thereawdsrnb ask-
ing of forgivenefl, a. W con-
fession on either “pin ”Jeep,
eloquent pause they mutually 03'
and mutually undmsteod.‘
“When I came laminae morn
room today.” Eve said. at 113‘. “
saw Lillian Astrupp tenant; that
telegram. nothing coda laveseem-
ed further from me use tab-jubilant
that I should (W
thingltwasnotuutll instan-
, .
Tilusn who have no experience-
lt-rplexlty. tln- whole hnrauea Inf-i
tn—rhecame into thoufilltfith
... MMsW.9gfipfigfimnm M‘g
i
'llvel" be exclaimed.
or things like honor.
hadgoneitscemodtomethstIhad
missed something—something that
they po Oh. you don’t now
what a woman feels when she is
Jealous!” Again she paused. “It
was then that the telegram. and the
thought of Lillian’s, amused smile as
she had read it. came to my mind.
Feeling as I did—acting on what I
felt—I crossed to the bureau and
picked it up. In one second I had
seen squash to make it impossible
to draw back. Oh. it may have been
dishonorable. it may have been
mean. but I wonder if any woman
in the world would have done
otherwise! I crumpled up the pa-
pers just as they were and carried
them ‘0 my own room.”
Fry.) the first to the last word
of Eve's story Loder's eyes never
left her face. Instantly she had fin-
ished his voice bro'se forth in irre-
pressible question. In that wonder-
ful space of time he had learned
many things. All his deductions. all
his apprehensions had been scatter
ed and disproved. He had seen the
true meaning of Lillian Astrupp's
amused indlflercnce—the indiffer-
ence of a variable. fiippant nature
that. robbed of any real weapon for
mischief. soon tires of a game that
promises to be too arduous. He saw
-all this and understood it with a
rapidity born of the moment; never-
thelcss. when Eve ceased to speak
the question that broke from him
was not connected with this great
discovery—walnut even Ingrestlve
of it. It was something quite im~
material to any real issue. but some
thing that overshadowed every con-
slderstlon in the world.
"Eve." he said, “tell me your first
thought? Your first thought after
the shock and the surprise—when
you remembered me?"
There was a fresh pause. but one
of very short duration; then Eve
met his glance fearlessly and frank-
ly. The same pride and dignity. the
same indescribable tenderness that
had responded to his first appeal
shone in her face.
"My first thoaght ‘was a great
thankfulneas," she said. simply. “A
thunkfulness that yon—that no Inna
--couid ever undergond"~ t
1"
-' 3‘.
CHAPTER XXXII
”AS she finished speaking Eve did
not lower her eyes. To her
there was no suggestion of shame in
her thoughts or her words: but to
Loder, watching and listening, there
was a perilous manning contained in
both.
“Thanlnfn1ness‘l" be repeated.
' slowly. Pram his newly stirred sense
of responsibility pity and sympathy
were gradually rising. lie had never
seen Eve as he saw her now, and his
long oblivion. With a poignant sense
of compassion and remorse. the
knowledge of her youth came to him
——the youth that some womm pro-
serve in the midst of the world, when
circumstances have permitted them
to see much but to experience little.
"Thankfulnes.?" be sold nga'in. in-
credulously. '
A slight smile touched her lips
“Yes." she answered. softly. “Thank-
fulnees that my trust had been right.
ly placed."
She spoke simply and confidently.
but the words struck Loder more
sharply than any accusation. With a
heavy sense of bitterness and renun-
ciation he moved slowly forward.
“Eve." be said. very gently. “you
don’t know what you say.”
She had lowered her eyes as he
came towards her and now again she
lifted them in a swift, upward glance.
For the first time since he had en-
tered the room a slight look of per-
sonal doubt and uneasiness showed
in her face. “Why?” me add. "1-
I don’t understand."
For a moment he answered noth-
ing. He had found his first explana-
tion overwhelming; now suddenly it
seemed to him that his present dim-
culty was more impossible to sur-
mount. "I came here tonight to tell
you ”meaning.” he began. at last.
‘but so far I have only said half—"
“Half?" ‘
"Yes. half." He repeated the word
quickly. avoiding the question in her
eyes. Then. conscious of the need
for explanation. ho plunged into rapid
speech. .
“a fraud like mine.” he snaffle-
only one safeguard, one justification
—-a boundless audacity. Once shake
that—audacity and the whole motive
power crumbles. It was to make the
audacity impossible—to tell you the
truth and make it impossible—that
I came tonight. The fact that you
already. knewrmsds the telling easier
-but it altered nothing.”
Eye raised herhead. bathe went
roodutely on. - '
laI‘o-nlgbtt.” he said. “I have seas
into my own life. into my'own m
and my ideas have been very
mammograms -.v _ ..,
“3.“ I f
vision was all the clearer for th‘
mmammomram
myself. Iwaesimpbnmanwho
shuthknselfnphecauseheeherished
sgrudgeagainstllfluandwbollved
honestlybeosusehohadaconstitu—
.tlonal distaste for vice. I! first
feelingowhuleuwyourhulmadm
oneofself-rlghtem eentompt.
tbsthasbemmyattitudoallalou.
Ihaveoftenmarvelledatthefiood
ofintolcsncethnthasruabedevec
stand.
“I know now what the feeling
meant. 'Ihe knowledge came to me
tonight. It meant out I tamed away
from m. weakne- becsuse deep
within myself something stirred in
recognition of it. Romania is really
much simpler than we like to think.
and human mines have an ens-son
‘dinary fundnmental comm
Weakness is cautions—hut so is
strength. Chileote has followed his
vice; I have followed my amnion.
It will take a higher Judgment than
younormlnetosaywhlchofuebas
been the more selfish nun." He
paused and looked at her. ‘
She was watching him lntently.
Some of the meaning in his face had
found a pained. alarmed reflection in
her own. But the awe and wonder
of the morning's discovery still col~
ored her mind too vividly to allow of
other considerations poasesslng their
proper value. The thrill of exultn-
tlon with whim the misgivings born
of Chilcote's vice had dropped away
fromhermentalimageefboderwes
still too absorbing to be easily domi-
nated. She loved. and as if by a
miracle her love had been justified!
For the moment the Justification was
all-Sufilcing. Something of confidence
-somcthlng of the innocence that
comes not from ignorance of evil but
from a mind singularly. uncontamio
noted—blinded her to‘he danger of
her position.
Loder. waiting eppreheneiveiy for
some aid, some expression of oMnion,
became gradually conscious of this
lack of reali'ntion. Moved by a fresh
impulse. he crossed the small mace
that divided them and caught her
hands.
"Eve." he said. gently. "I have been
trying to analyse myself and give
you the results; but I eha'n’t try any
more; I shall be quite plain with
{0.}- ' ’
J‘From the first moment I took your
husband's place I was ambitious
You unconsciously aroused the feel-
ing when you brought me Fraido‘s
mensagn on the first night. You
aroused it by your words—but more
strongly, though more obscurely, by
your underlying antagonism. On that
night. though I dld not know it. 1
took up my position—I made my
determination. Do you know what
that determination was?"
’ She shook her head.
“It :was the desire to stamp out
Chllcotc’s footmarks with my own—v
to prove that personality is the great
force capable of everything. I for
got to reckon that when we draw
largely upon Fate she generally ex-
toris a crushing interest.
“First came the wish for your re
spect: then the desire to stand won
with such men as Fraide—to feel the
stir of emulation and competition-—
to prove myself strong in the one
career I know myself really fitted for.
For a time the second ambition ever-
sbadowed the first.‘but the firm was
bound to reassert itself; and in a
mm: d egotlsm I conceived the
notion of winning your enthusiast
as well as your respect.
Eve's face. alert and questioning.
suddenly poled as a doubt crossed
her mind.
"Tam it was only—only to stand
well with me?"
“I believed it was only the desire
to stand well with you: I belleved<
it until the night of my speech—if
you can credit anything so absurd
-—then on that night. as I came up
the stairs to the gallery and saw
you standing there. the blindness
fell away and I knew that I- loved
you." As he said the last words he
released her hands and turned aside.
missing the quick wave of 3°! and
color that crossed her face.
“I knew it. but it made no differ-
ence; I was only moved to a higher
self-glorification. I touched . supre-
msq that night. But as we drove
home I experienced the strangest coé
incidence of my life. You remember
the block In the tradlc at Picca-
dilly!"
Again Eve bent her head.
“Well, when I looked out of the
carriage window to discover its
cause the firstmanIoalwwas—
Chileote."
Eve started slightly. . this swift.
unexpected linking 51 (3111me
name with the most exalted moment
of has me stirred her way.
lame “.Wl’Jflm-
tion in so mixing it. m_w
the web of disturbed ”dieting
thoughts. . ' ' ' ' .
“Ion saw him cellist-night!!!
fate myself.
him in another light.
E
r
of wills—and I won:
bury was not what it
been. That was proved today
he returned to tell me of
of this telegram. It wasn't the...
that lady Astrupp had found it;
wasn't to save the position that
jumped at the chance oncoming
cn;itwastofcclthejoyefliv-_
for a day i”
turned towards her. than as abruptly
he turned awn again.
“I was still thinking of mylclf."
he said. “I was still utterly
centered when I earns to-thla
today and allowed you
nae—when I asked you 0
night as we ported at the
short tell you the thoughts
unconsciously were in my mind
when I asked that fkvor. Ion must
understand without explanation.
“Iwenttothethcatrowitbnady
Astrupp ostensibly to find out how
the land is: in her direction—really I
to heighten my self-esteem. But,
there Fate—or the powonwo like to
call by that name—was lying In
wait for me. ready to claim the first
interest in the portion of life I had
dared to borrow.” 8e said this
slowly. as if measuring each word.
He did not glance towards five as
he had done in his previous pause.
His whole manner seemed oppre—ed
by the gravity of what he had still
to say.
“Idoubtlfamanhaseveroeen
more in half an hour than I have
tonight." he said. “I'm speaking of
mental seeing. of course. _In’ this
play. ‘Other Men's Shoes.‘ two men
change identities—as Chilcote and
I have done-but in doing so they
overlook one fact- The fact that
one of them has a wife! That's
not my way of pating it; it's the
way itwusputtolnehyonoef
Lady Astrupp's party."
Again Eve looked up. The doubt
and question in her eyes had grown
unmistakably. As he cased to speak
her lips parted quickly.
"John," she said, with sudden
conviction. “you‘re trying to say
something—something that‘s terrio
bly hard.” . -.;
Without rut-ind. his head. Leder
answered her. “Yes." he answered,
“the hardest thing a man ever
said—"
His tone was short. almost brus-
que. but to ears sharpened by in-
stinct it was eloquent. Without a
word Eve took a step forward. and.
standing quite close to him. laid
both hands on his shoulders.
For a space they stood stint. she
with her face lifted. he with avert-
ed eyes. Then very gently be raised
his hands and tried ho unclasp her
fingers. There was scarcely any
color visible in his face. and by a
curious effect of emotion it seemed
that lines, never before noticeable,
had formed about his month.
“What is it?” Eve asked. moro-
henslvely. “What is it?”
By a swift. involuntary movement
she had tightened the pressure of
her fingers; and. without using
force. it was impossible or Led»:
to unloose them. With hands
pressed irresolutely ever hers he
looked down into her face.
“As I sat in the theatre tonight.
Eve." he said. slowly, “all the pie-l
cures I had formed of life shift»,
ed. Without desiring it. without.
knowing it, my whole point of view;
was changed. I suddenly saw things ~
by the world's searcbllgbt. instead;
of by my own miserable candle. I:
suddenly saw things for you—us. .
stead of for myself." ,
Eve's eyes widened and hand.
but she said nothing. ‘
“I suddenly saw the unpardenahlo';
wrong that I have done you—tho,
meeratlve duty of cutting it shut",
He spoke very slowly. in a out. me».
chanlcal voice. - l
Eve-her eyes still wide. hm face
pained and alarmed-withdrew her
hands from his shoulders. '“You.
mean,” she‘ said. with diflculty.‘
“that it is going to and? That you
are going away! That you are giv-
ing everything up? Oh. but you.
can't! You can't 1" she exclaimed.
with sudden excitement. her fears
suddenly overmasterint her incro-.
dullty, “You can‘t! Ion mustn't!
The only proof that could have
interfered—4' :
“I wasn't: thinking of the proof". .
“Then of what? Of whit?"
Leda was silent for s mount.
“Of our love.“ be said. steadily.
she colored deeply. “not why“
she summer-ed; “why! We have
done no wrong. We need do so
wrong We would be It!“
in; more; and I—oh. I so nmd a
friend!” 7
For almost the first time in 1“- *
en's knowledge of use. hm odes,-
nm-s- control deserted her. ass:
methadone sits In an the pathos
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lift"
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