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By William Earle Baldwin.
(Copyright. 1591. by Globe Press AssociationJ
CHAPTER I.
In low, sweet tones like the rippling of
the water on the sands, like the wind
blowing peacefully over the seas; then
with a vigor and intensity like the beating
of the fierce waves upon the shores;—
passionate, throbbing, pulsating, came
the voice of a violin from the half open
door—way. The notes would almost die
away and only the lingering memory of
the melody remain, to be followed bya.
shrieking and crashing that was savage
in its contrast. Then in sweet, pathetic
cadence the violin would speak and the
long-drawn, trembling notes tell a sad
life story.
One could almost see a man standing
alone on a headland by the sea; the
waters below dashing fiercely against the
foot of the cliff, seething upward and hiss-
ing furiously; the sky dark and frowning;
the whole aspect of the earth unfriendly;
and the man himself with his hair tossing
wildly about his forehead and his eyes
strained in looking far away over the
waters. Then the sky clears; the wind
ceases; the sea grows calm; the sun comes
out.
With a few short notes the violinist
ended his improvisation, and began to
play a gavotte with many runs and trills.
He was thus engaged whena tall, fair-
haired man came up the staircase two
steps at atimc and, hearing the music,
paused for a moment at the doorway.
Then he pushed open the door without
ceremony and entered the room. It was
one of the many drawing rooms which al<
ways accompany certain bache' 'rt-
meut houses, and was furnis' ‘19
best e taste, being hung with 1; es-
tries; on the walls were pictures A... ger-
man favors. Opening from this was a
sleeping-room and another room which
evidently was used fora studio, judging
from the easel which could be seen through
the open doorway. But the visitor had no
eyes for the surroundings; he looked at
the violinist eagerly. And well he might.
His well-shaped head bending With the
chin resting caressingly on the violin;
his large, soft black eyes ra'sed in quiet
surprise at the intruder; his- long, thin
white lingers io‘ding the bow, those of the
otherhand resin; on the frets lightly;
his smoking-jacket roLling back from his
neck, revealing a white throat; he made a.
very effective appearance. In truth,
Philip Davaris was always what is called
cfi‘t‘ci‘ite. In evening dress, especially, he
looked remarkably well. It takes a good
figure to properlysct oil“ the rather absurd
costume which is regarded by the civilized
world as full dress,and Davaris had a.
good iigure. He was a little too tall per-
haps, but his limbs, were molded symmet-
l'ically.
When the young fellow came into the
room Davaris jumped up, laid his violin
down, and graspefl him eagerly by the
hand. He greeted him cordially as “Lang-
fcrd, old fellow.”
Langiord returned his greeting and
looked at him curiously. And well he
might. , Davaris had done something
veryonld. Five weeks previously he had
gone away. No one could find him. He
left no word at all. He did not write even
anote telling where he was or when he
would come back. Five weeks ago Lang-
ford had come to his rooms at his usual
hour; Davaris was gone. Each day fol-
lowing he came, but Davaris was not back.
After a week had passed he gave it up. He
was puzzled.
Davaris was very scrupulous about
social usages, but he broke many an en-
gagement in leaving as he did. Society
wondered where he had gone; talked
about his strange disappearance and then
forget all about the clever young Greek,
whom they had patronized for a year or
more; forgot about the man who could
hold his own at a musicale. Davaris was
it forgotten in the five weeks he was away,
a; by all but Langford. -
The two had been classmates in Harvard
5, —the practical, good-natured American,
;the. affectionate, passionate, impulsive
Greek. They had graduated together. on
f Class Day they had climbed to the top of
. the, “tree” together, and flung down flow-
' ms to certain fair ones who watched
hero with wonder. Afterward Davaris
ame to New York, and went much into
ciety; from a small lion he beeanca
n of some magnitude, yet he was for-
Jtten in five short weeks. '
And now when chance had sent Lang-
rd to his rooms again, he found him
ere as of old, playing his violin. He
nd him there as if it were but yester-
,j,y they had parted.
Langford had a right to demand an ex-
'tplanation of the. Greek's odd actions. But
,Davaris looked troubled when asked why
3&9 went away, It was a private matter,
.i - declared. He was awfully sorry. but
. couldn’t tell his friend about it. It was
mething very important that had taken
'5‘, u away; something that he wanted to
get, if he could.
. nd so, of course, Langford had the
:1 (1 sense not to press him on the sub-
’ . They smoked their cigars quietly for
', hour or more. Then by some chance
{p gford happened to mention the name
_ _,(}ladys Montague—everyone knew
:rs Montague, the new beauty, the
whose praises had been sung all Win-
11 far away San Franciso, the girl who
to spend the summer East, iirst at
Harbor, then at Newport, and finally
Lenox. The instant her name was
ntioned Davaris started up from his
ir and began pacihg up and doWn the
r.
‘Did you say Montague?” he asked.
Langford watched him with half shut
es, and sent a stream of smoke upward.
“Yes—know her?”
7”- "1 don’t,” saidDavaris, firmly. “I want
you to promise me one thing, Langford.
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For a very particular reason I must meet
that girl. I want to know if if she is the
daughter of a. certain Col. Montague, who
died abread ten years ago."
Langford looked at him in wonderment.
His eyes (lashed as he spoke and he
clinched the back of a chair with his fin-
gers.
“Lot’s of men are in the same box,”
Langford said, laughing. "They must
meet Gladys Montague, they must love
her, and they must be rejected. I tell you
what I’ll do, old fellow. We'll go on a still
hunt for her, if you like. It's about right-
for Newport new, and we’ll go up there if
you say so."
The outcome of the thing was that the
following day the two friends were in
Newport. But Miss Montague was not
there. They dawdlecl about and went to
Bar Harbor, but she was not to be found.
Every time they missed her Davaris be-
came more and more impatient.
Finally they went back to New York.
Langford ran into his friend’s rooms one
day shortly after in high glee. He had at
last discovered the girl they were looking
for. But he did not find. Davaris there.
The doors were open. so he went in and
wandered about. Down stairs he thought
he heard Davaris’ voice in the rooms of a
fellow artist—Compton.
Langford strolled into the room Davaris
used for a. studio. A chair in front of an
easel was overturned: near it was Da-
varis’ painting coat, daubod with many
colors. Here and there were bits of paper
or canvass. Langi‘ord looked idly about
the floor, and saw that one of the bits of
paper was a telegraph blank. Al—
most without thinking of what he was
doing, he. picked it up, and in an instant
had read:
“Come at once. Important discoveries.
“HELENE.”
The message was dated Paris. Could it
be that had called Dav Ll'lS away for those
five weeks? Langford crushed the paper
and dropped it. He felt a sense of guilt in
prying into his friend’s affairs. Who Was
“Helene?” Could it be that Davaris had
a love affair abroad?
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Davaris started up from his chair and be-
gan pacing up and down the floor.
Langford started to leave the room, but
his foot caught in the coat that was lying
on the floor. He stooped to take it up,
and a sheet of paper fell from a pocket.
He picked it up mechanically, saw that it
was dated Paris. He was about to put it
back, when his eye caught a certain name
on the paper. But he suddenly dropped
it. He heard a step on the stairs, a voice
he well knew in the hall, and he hastened
into the outer room just in time to meet
Davaris. He looked at him a little curi—
ously, for he had seen in the letter from
Paris the name of Gladys Montague, not
once, but many times. Langford’s face
was flushed, however, and his eyes did not
return Davaris’ frank gaze. It is the first
time he has ever acted the Paul Pry.
It was very wrong of Langford, of
course, but his curiosity had been greatly
aroused, and he had acted on the impulse
of the moment. He thought for an in-
stant, the letter would have been replaced
in the coat pocket unread. As it was,
however, he had merely glanced at the
sheet, but it had told him a good deal.
There could scarcely be any doubt about
Davaris’s acquaintance with Gladys Mon-
tague. *
The next day they left New York for the
Berkshire Hills. They arrived late in the
evening and took their rooms at the one
hotel in the village.
This resort was not a summer resort in
the ordinary sense of the term. It Was
merely a New England village which had
been taken possession of by a certain set
of New Yorkers, who when in town formed
a very exclusive circle of their own. They
had built their country houses, they had
their own house-parties. their own dances
and dinners, and hotel people and birds of
passage fared very poorly indeed.
But most of the hotel people who came
here were intimate friends of the cot-
tagers; the birds of passage stayed a day
or a week as it might be, and went away
in disgust. The place was scarcely five
hours from New York, and the last of
August and the month of September was
the height of the season. Frequently the
cottagers stayed until late in October,
and some even kept their country houses
open all winter.
Davaris managed to shake off Lang-
ford late in the evening, and after mak-
ing a few inquiries at the hotel office, went
out of doors. It was bright moonlight;
everything was quiet and still excepting
at times the distant barking of a dog, or
the rumble of a carriage as it came down
the street. .
He Walked rapidly and presently
stopped on the summit of a small hill. To
the south was Mount Everett, but how
changed it looked in the night. A mist
was in the valley covering the tops of the
smaller hills, and making the summits of
the others look like islands in the sea.
The two lakes one on each side were as
silver, and so near did they seem that Da-
varis bent his head tolisten, thinking that
he could hear the sound of the water on
the shores. Then he walked on until he
came to a cottage. He started to enter
the arched gateway. Then he paused for
a. carriage was coming down the road.
He steppc'i quickly behind a hedge until
it had passed. As the people got out to
enter the house he heard someone call
“Gladys.”
Then he rapidly walked back to the ho-
tel with downcast eyes. When there the
clerk handed him a letter which had just
come. _Da.varis put it in his pocket and
quickly went to his room, lighted the gas,
threw-himself in a. chair. and opened the
letter with trembling hzu d-x He knew
the writing: he had seen it inaiiy times
before. He read the letter; his face grew
pale as he proceeded and ,zrim lines.
shaped themselves around his mouth.
When he ilnishcl reading he threw the
paper down.
“So she has come to New York, has she?”
he said. “And she is coming here, and is
going to surprise me! Bah! But what.
can Ido? Nothing—nothing!”
Fora long time he sat there, his face
covered with his hands. Then he picked
up the paper from the floor and burned it
over the gas jet. He watched the letter
shrivel and turning from white to brown,
glow and drop in ashes; he saw the smoke
curled up. and at last, when the paper
was completely destroyed, he slowly pre-
pared for bed. '
Langford did not see Davaris until they
met the next morning for a late break-
fast. The September suu was shining
brightly into the Windows of the long din-
ing hall when Langford, who was already
seated, was joined by his friend.
“Good morning, old man,” was his
greeting. “You are looking tremendous-
ly pale.”
“Am I?” returned Davaris, languidiy.
He sat down and was silent.
“Tell me about those people I am to
meet this morning,” he said suddenly.
“Tell you about them? ,What do you
want to know? They are quite the regu-
lar thingmwith one or two exceptions.
It’s a sort of a house~party~a very small
house-party—a very jolly house-party.
To begin: There is Mrs. Hamlyn, fair,
very fat and fifty, mother of the most
adorable—but form your owu opinions;
there is her daughter, Constance—you
won’t like her—too sarcastic and all that
Sort of thing; and then there is Gladys
Montague, dazzling, dark and extremely
flirtatious. Ihope no one is overbearing
me, by the way. But if you don’t fall
head over heels in love with her I’ll have
nothing more to do with you. She is by
all odds the most. glorious creature you
ever saw. You’ll like her, I know. Let
me give you a pointer "
“Don’t mind about that, but tell me—”
“Oh, you want to know about the rest.
Well, there is young Charlie Havermeyer
—a harmless idiot, who lisps and makes an
all around fool of himself; Mrs. Haver-
meyer, his mother, who is a cipher pure
and simple, and Lawrence and Thurston.
the appendage. Thurston is not a bad
sort of a fellow, and Lawrence—well, he
writes for the newspapers on the sly, so
that settles him. They are jolly enough
fellows, know how to play tennis, ride
well in the paper-chases, can talk and
flirt—I suppose that is about all that is
required of them. I think you will ad-
mit that it’s a very congenial sort of a
crowd, however."
When the two young men mounted the
steps of the Hamlynrcottage some time
later," Davaris was "about ' to ring the
door bell, but his companion told him not
to do so.
“It is too awfully formal," he said.
“Let’s walk around to the corner of the
piazza. Constance is usually there in the
hammock, and then everything will come
out ‘naturally’ as you always say. These
people are the most hospitable in the
world. They won’t think it at all peculiar.”
So they went along the broad piazza and
turned the corner by the side of the house.
Then they saw a pretty picture near the
hammock. Standing erect. with her arms
above her head trimming off a few sprays
of the honeysuckle blossoms which cover-
ed the lattice work, was a young woman.
Her trim, lithe figure showed to the best
advantage as she stood there partly turn~
ed away from the two young men, raised
upon her toes striving to reach a particu-
larly tempting blossom. Back of her was
an arch of these vines, through which the
hills and mountains could beseen looking
glorious in their brilliant verdure and fan
to the southward, dim and blue in the
distance wasa high mountain. The girl
had not heard the two as they came
along the piazza. Slightly averted from
them, they could plainly see her line pro-
file, her clear olive complexion glowing
with health—not yellow or sallow, but
mingled with a smooth, delicious damask,
her luxuriant black hair, and her red lips
slightly parted. For the instant they
stood there, Langford looked at Davaris
rather than the girl. He wanted to see
how his friend acted when he saw Miss
Montague. If he had planned and connived
most skillfully to take Davaris off his
guard he could not have been more suc-
cessful. For when he first saw her, he
stopped short, clinched his hands tightly
together and recoiled a little; not notice-
able, but to Langford’s eyes he seemed to
shrink back. For an instant in thesiience
all three stood there and Langi‘ord could
hear Davaris breathing loudly and it
seemed to him that he could almost hear
the beating of his heart. Then too girl
turned; looked slightly surprise .l, and
came forward with a cordial smile, saying:
"I am very glad to see you, Mr. Lang:
ford. Aunt Mary will be here in a mo-
ment,” and she looked as if she. was going
to leave them there, when Langford re-
plied to her greeting and steppel forward.
“Miss Montague, may I present Mr. Da-
varis," he said.
And Davaris—what did he do? Instead
of smiling and saying some easy polite
nothings, he was bowing there, pale, si-
lent and evidently striving to retain his
self-possession.
[To be continued]
The civil case of Tristram vs. Weed
was again before Justice Mead Tuesday
morning. The suit is for wages due
the plaintiff for work done at Weed’s
shoe factory at South Norwalk. The
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ferent occasions, but has been ad-
journe d on account of the alleged'sick-
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when the case was again called, Joseph
Taylor for John H. Light, who repre-
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ment on the ground of the continued
illness of the defendant, but as it was
understood by the Justice that Weed
was at the shoe factory yesterday, and
that it-was not likely that he would ap-
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plaintiff for $4.85 and costs. An appeal
was taken. .
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