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-tfMfeMNMi . W >?' r ER1 Sr.■• •» ■ r H ■ f 'k EV. SENTINEL, BARNWILL, SOUTH CAROLINA net« mere --.-veutLmy- famUy-TUstory, r ■-/ By E, PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM A -nr LOUISE -SEEMS TO HAVE REACHED THE POINT WHERE SHE DIDN’T CARE WHAT HAPPENED TO HER- ? AND THEN JOHN STRANGEWEY * CAME INTO HER LIFE. , Synopsis—On a 1 rip through the English Cumberland country the breakdown of her motbrcar forces Louise MaUrel, famous London actress, to accept the overnight hospltullty of Stephen and, John Strangewey, recluse woman haters, who own a great furm. Before she leaves she stirs the Interest of John Strangewey am] Is in turn Interested by him. Three months later John, On Impulse, takes a train for London, and Immediately renews his- acquaintance-with Louise, lie is warnedNby her friend, Sophy, not to „ be puritanical lq his regard for CHAPTER VII. The first fewTninutes that John spent in Louise’s little house were full of acute and vivid interest. The room that he was so eagerly studying con firmed his cloudy impressions of Its owner.' There was,---for—a—woman’s apartment, a curious absence.of orna mentation and kulckknaeks. The walls were black and white; the carpet wasjHilone, you white; the furniture graceful in Its outline, rather heavy in build; and/ov- ered with old-rose, colored, chints. There were water-colors upon the wall, some smalt black-and-white fantasies, puzzling to John, who had nevfr even heard the term futurist. A table, drawn up to the side of one of the easy chairs, wus covered with hooks and magazines, some Italian, a few English...the..great: i er part French; and upon a smaller one, close at hand, stood a white bowl full of pink roses. Their odor was somehow reminiscent of Louise, curi ously sweet and wholesome-—an odor which suddenly took him bfick to the morning .when she had come -to him from under the canopy of apple-blos som. His heart began to beat] with pleasure even before tlu* opening of -our evening!”. the door announced her presence. Shu came in with Sophy, who at once seat ed herself by his side. “We hnve been making plans,” Lou ise declared, “for disposing of you fef the rest of the day.” ' S. ■ John smiled hnpplly. ' ' y . “You’re not sending me away, then? You’re not acting this evening?” “Not until Three weeks next Mon day,” she replied. “Then, if you are good, and the production is not. post poned.-you may seat yourself In a box and make all the noise you likb after the fall of the curtain. These are real holiduys for me, except for Ihe nui sance of rehearsals. You couldn’t have come at a better time.” Sophy glanced at the clock. “Well,” she said, “I must show ray respect to that most ancient of Adages by taking my departure. I feel—" "You will do nothing of the sort, child,” Louise Interrupted. “I want to Interest you in the evolution of Mr. Strangewey. We must remember that it is his first night in London. What aspect of it shall we attempt to sho.v him? Don’t say a word, Sophy. It is not for us to choose." . “I’m afraid there Isn’t any choice,” John declared, his face falling. “I haven’t any clothes except what you see me in." "Hooray!" Sophy exclaimed. V0ff with your smart gown, Louise! i We’ll be splendidly Bohemian. You shall put "on your black frock arid nblaete hat, and powder jour nose, and we’ll all go to Guido’s first and drink vermuth. 1 can’t look the part, hut 1 can act it !”' , “J>ut -toll inc," Louise asked him, “did you lose your luggage?” — “I brought none,” he answered. They both looked at him—Sophy po litely curious, Louise more deeply in terested.', . •— “.You mean.” Louise demanded, “that after wifiting all these months you spirted a^vay upon impulse like that— without qjret letting your brother know - ' pr bringing any luggage?” “That’s exactly -what T did.” John I agreed, smiling. “I lmd “a sovereign in my ‘ pocket when I bad * bought my ; ticket. The joke of it was.” he went on. joining iu the girls’ laughter, “that Mr. - Appleton has been worrying imx' for-months to corwe up and tulk oVer ’reinvestments, and take .cotitroL-m the money my uncle 1 left, me; andwvhen I came at last. I arrived li)i/n pauper; He went out himself yul bought my shirt.” • “And a very i\\p£ shirt, too,” Sophy declared, glanfjfig at’the pattern. “Do tell us Wha^else happened!" Welh/fiot much more,-” *Jofyp t re- pH§d/></Mr. Appleton stuffed me full of moneyitrul made me take a little ^bite- of roorasSrtwhnt he eqlled a, more fashionable ItoUM. He stayed to Inncti with me, arfd I haveTwqmlsed, to see him on business tomorrow^worn- Soph.v made-a grimace. “Mr. Strangewey,” sheTfegged ear nestly, “you won’t believe a word she says, will you? AjUmy life I have Ikien looking foyii single and stead fast-attachments Of Course, if Louise wants do monopolize you, I shall fall into th<>background, as I usually do; hut ljH’ou think thatT aki 'going to ac- eejrt hints andHet you go out to pinner are very much mistaken. Tonight, at any rati*; I insist upon com ing!” Louise shook her head. “We shall have to put up with her,” she told John with a little grimace. The dbor of the room was suddenly opened. The parlor maid Stood at one side. - : *- \ "The prince of Seyre,' madam,” she announced. , . Louise 1 nodded. She was evidently expecting the visit. She turned to John. N immensely interested in the stream of passers-by. “Your interest |n your fellow eren- yra:illat calls my intuition/ liven you, tores,” sheymurmured demurely, “is who keep all, your feelings under 6 wonderful, but couldn’t trate It just a little?” He turned quickly around. you coneen- She was smiling at him mosf alluringly. Un consciously he found himself smiling hack again. A wonderful ligbt-hearted- ness seemed to have come to hiqi dur ing the last few hours. “I suppose I am a^perfect idiot,” he admitted... “I cannoftielp It. 1 am used to seeing, at thrfT most, three or four people together at a time. I can’t un derstand, ^{hese crowds.^ , Where are theyyU goi'ng? Fancy every one of them having a home, every one of era struggling in some form or an other toward happiness!” *; “Do you know," she pronounced se verely, “for a young man of your age you are much too serious? I am quite Sure you could he nice if you wanted to,” she continued. “How much art you in love with Louise?” “IIow much am I whnfT >r “In love with Louise?” she repeated. “All the men are. .It is a perfect cult <wlt-h them. Andltere'am I, her! tumble companion and friend, absolutely neg lected !” “I don’t believe you are neglected at all,” he replied. “You are much too—” He turned his head to look fit her. She was so close to him that their hats Collided. He wks profuse in his apolo gies. ‘Too what?” she whispered. ‘Too attractive," he ventured. -v 'TFs nice to hear you say so,” she sighed; ._—._ ... 4 - She was unlike any girl John had ever known^ Her .hair .was almost golden, her eyes a distinct bide, ,yet some trick of the mouth saved her face' .—‘“The p oor m}tn hfts no clothes,” Lqu- umen and women of my race who wer$ if?e explained. “He came to London butchered at the hnnds_pf.that drunk- qulte unexpectedly.” V • en. lustful mob whom lying historians ’ “No chrfhes?” the prince repeated, have glorified. I Urn one^of those who Ttts a long journey, to tabe.ln such a do not forget injuries. M.v estates are fashion." A matter of ,urgent business, administered more severely than any pariiapa??’ ■■ . - i r others in France. No penny of my Louise had risen to her feet’npd was money has ever been spent In charity. I hu ( sy rearranging some, roses in 'the Jfneither forget nor forgive.'*-'■" She laughed n ljkttle-nervousiy. . -< ‘‘What an unsympathetic person you ca’n berHUgefie!” . . VAnd- for that very reason,” he re- oday,” she said, fi thl«r attmioon— plied; ‘Term-hr ^ywpalhetic^ Because I hate some people. I have the power howl by her side. She crusheiTone of the roses to pieces suddenly in her hand's and shook the petals from, her long, nervous fingers. *‘T now—you haVe'-come to me with, some thing in your mind,* something you wish to say, something you are not sure how to say. That is, you see, what Henri mask, can conceaFvery little from me:’’ ‘ ,r Nly present feelings,” the prince de clared, “I do not wish to conceal. I would like you to know them. But- jrs words are sometimes clumsy, I would' like, if it were possible, to let Jou see into my heart." She came over and seated herself by his side on the divan. She even of loving others. Because itnpleases me to deal severely with.-my enemies, it gives me Joy to deal genejousfy with m,v friends. That is my conception jjf life. May I wish you a pleasant eve- Dlngr - ■ ■ -- —•— — “You are going Jiow?” she asked.,a little surprised. “When shall I see you again?” “A " telephone message from your laid her hand upon his arm. “Eugene,” she expostulated, “we are too old friends to talk alwfiys in veiled phrases.. There is something you have “Will you come back and call for us here—say at seven o’clock? Mind,'you i fr °m any suggestion of insipidity. -She are not to .bother about your clothes, ! wns barking straight into his eyp^rtmd hut to come just ns you are. I. can’t , * lor NP S "’ere curled most invitingly, tell you,” she added under her breath, "I wish J knew raprCvahout ceytaiiv “how much I aid looking forward to | things,” he said. j “Oh, why didn’t you come before?” .she exclaimed. “Fancy Louise never telling me about you.. I hope you’ll ask me.to lunch some time.” ; 1 “I’ll, have a luncheon maid, a line written With vour Own fin gers.” lie said, "will bring me to you within a few minutes, If I hear noth ing. I may come uninvited, but it will be when the fancy takes me. Once more, Louise, a plcnsanjt evening! 11 He passed out of the door, which the parlor maid was. holding open for him. Crossing to the window, Louise watched him Jop,ve,The house and enter;j- have been wise i Ids waiting automobile. He gave no sign of baste or disappointment. He lit another cigarette deliberately upon the pavement and gave his -orders to the. chauffeur with some cure. ~t_ As the.car drove off without his hav ing once glanced up at the window, she shivered a. little. There was u silence which, it seem minatory even than accusation. Bad supppr here before. Dry biscuits, hot milk,'and a volume of poems are- her relaxation after tHe theater. She takes hersfelf too seriously.”^-^^ . - “I wonder if- l dot!" r Louise mur* mured, as she helped herself to caviar. She was suddenly pensive. Her eyes seemed to be looking- out of the res taurant. Sophy was exchanging ameni ties, wkh a little party ,of friends at the next table. “One^ must sometimes be serious,” John remarked; “or life would have no pOlpo-jit nil.”- . — “I have a friend who scolds me,” she confided. “Sometimes he afihost loses patience with me. He declares that, my attitude toward life is too amrlytl- daL When happiness comes-my way,,I shrink hack/ I keep mv embtiomS In Jluelmckground. while my. bruin works, dissecting, wondering, speculating. Per haps what he way s is true.’—I believe that if one gets^ into the halilt of an alyzing fdo much,None loses ..all elas ticity of emotion, the capacity to recog-, nize an«l embrace the/great things’ Avhqn they come.” - 1 rt . “I think you have beep, right,” John ’ declared earnestly. “If the great things come as they (should. come, fhejv'ure overwhelming^ lliev will carry you off your feet. You,will forget to speculate, and tn afialyzo^ Therefore. I tlunk you d right*to wait. You have run no risk Af having to put up with' the lesser tb'ngk^’ She leaned- toward him across the roseshaded table. For those few sec- CHAPTER VIII. Sophy sprang to her feet. ^Won’t you drop me, please, Mr. Strangewey?” - she asked. “Then, if you will he 30 kind, you can pick-^me up again on your way here. You’ll have to pass where I live, if you are at tUe Milan. I must go home and do my lit- . tie best to compete.” Louise’s frown was so slight that even JOhnTailed to notice it. Upon the threshold they encountered the prince,’who detained John for a mo menta 4 " “I was hoping that I might ipeet you here, Mr. Strangewey,” he said. “If you are in town for,long, it will give me great pleasure if I can be of. any service to you. You. ai*b staying at a hotel?” . - - ' “Eugene,” She Expostulated, “We Are Too Old Friends to Talk Always In Veiled Phrases.”- to'say to me. You are displeased be aus** I have changed my mind— 1 -bo- ,c:iuse.|fcctihht l cannot take that lit tle jouriiey^of ours?” The little room was gaudily decorat ed and redoient %vith the lingering odors of many dinners. Yet Louise, who had dined on the preceding eve ning at th<*Kitz and. been bored, whose taste In food and environment was al most hypercritical. " was perfectly happy. She foun<| the cuisine and the Chiaptl excellent. “We are .outstaying everyone else," she declared; “find I don’t even mind their awful legacy- of tobacco smoke* I)o you &re that the waiter has brought' you the hill, Mr. Strangewey? Prepare for a shock. It is fdrtunnte that_you ' are a mill ion air.fi.'” onds they seemed to liave been Itrought into a wonderfully intimate communion of,thought. A wave of her hair almost touched his forehead. His-hand boldij rested -upon lier fingers. v • “You talk," she whispered, “as if we ' werg- -hack upon your hilltop once more!” ■ / He turned his head toward the little orchestra, Which wus playing a low and tremulous \valtz tune, • .“I want to believe,” he said, “that . you can listen to the music here aH(T yet live upon the hilltops." “You believe that it is possible?" “f $o indeed,” lie assured -her. “Al though my heart was almost sick with loneliness, I do not think that I should he here if I did not believe It. I have not come for anything else, for any lesser things, but to find—” For once hts courage failed hlip.^For once, too, "he failed tb understand" her expression. ‘She had drawn hack a lit tle. her lips were quivering. Sophy V ‘ Jmrn Wii.d 'ns ho paid the bill and broke smbb-nly in -upon that moment of ludicrously.overtipped the waiter. ^u^ended speech. “You are so convincing!” Sophy rhuf-j “t kne>v how it would be! she ex- “Y-ou mean dhut^you cannot now, or that you cun not’lit any time?” B&Ety tomor- do not know,” she answered. “You row, if you like that is, if Louise will . as k i, u » more (than I can tell you. Some- she tunes life seems so stable, a thing one 'can make a little chart of and bang up on tiie wall, and ( put one's finger. 1 here an(t:there—Today. I will do this, tttmorrow I will feel that’—and tlfe "I am staying -ab th? Mllan^” John’ replied. ,“I will do myself tile pleasure of calling upon you,” the prince’ con tinued. "In the meantime, if you need iii the lire: I wish I understood self a little^hettor, Eugene!” “I believe that I understand ybu bet ter. far better, than you ‘understand yourself,” he declared. ."That is w I also believe that I am neces td you. I can prevent your makj iis: takes.” “Then prevent me,”/khe begged happened. “Sonudh'bg has hanp chart is in the fire -today.” “You have only," he said, I i i "We Shall Have <o Put Up With Her,” She .Told John With a Littlg,. rimaice. - ’ • . , . any scr*ice that a Londoner cau-offer you,, he sure To Jet me know. You .w’Hl, easily find my house in Grosvonnr square.” John " J’lt ls very kind of you Indeed,’ said gratefully. v . - ” ~ ’ , Sophy made a wry face as the prince entered the drawing-room. "Didn’t some old Uoman once .write something about bdng afraid of Greeks who brought,gifts?” she asked)as they descended the stairs together., “Quite right,” John assented. “Well. jje careful!" she advised him. That’s all.” come. . * . - * r* . - •' \ She looked up at him quickly. Tsn’t Louise going to Paris?’ nskeiLp- - • . “PqrlsT I didn’t /hear her say any thing abouHL” • - “Perhaps Ir ts my mistake, then.” Sophy went on ha’stlly. “I only fancied .that I heard her say ^o.” There was a moment’s silence. John had opt*ne\l his lips to ask iKauestion, but quickly closed them agfHn. T| was a question, hthsuddenly decid(*d, whUli he had better ask of Louise herself. “If Louise goes to Paris,” Sophy whispered disconsolately,- “I suppose there will be no lunchcon-partyjl’ i For a single moment he hesitated. She was very alluring, and the ctrnl- 1 lenge in her eyes wris unmistakable. “I think,” he said quietly, “that if Miss Muur.el goes to Paris, I shall re turn to Cumberland tomorrow.” * For a time there was a significant silence. Then Sophy raised her v once more and looked toward Joh: “Mr. Strangewey,” she began, “you won’t nilnd if I give you Just a little word of adviced You are such a big, ^strong person, but you are rather a child, you know, in some things.” * “This place does make me feel igno- iwnt.'J -he admitted. —tt*— ' “Don’t Jdcalize anyone here,” she beffged./vDon’t. concentrate all your hopes upon one object. Love Is won derful and lift* is wonderful, hut there Is only one life, and there are many j “5iy own plans are loves before one reaches the end. Peo ple do such silly things sometimes,” sht* wound up,-“Just because of a little disappointment. There are many dis appointments to>bo met with here!” He took her hand In his. * “Little girl,”' lie said, “you are very good -to mo, and I think you under stand. . Are you going to let me feel that I have found o friend on my first evening in London?” j '“If you’want mo,” she answered sjm : ply. “I like you, and I want,.yqu to he happy here; and because I want you to be happy, I \yunt you tp^coiat* down from the clojids and remember thiit you have -left your hills behind and that we'walk on the pavements here.” “Thank you,” he whispered, “and mured. “But remember 'that: your"Tu^-'<‘ialined., “f leave you both alone for ifure entertiiimnent i,^ in the hands of j less than a minute, and there you^sij, two women; r.;i?rof \tbom is a, deserv- ' 11S ils two owls. I ask you. now, ing but struggling young artist without the means.-of- gratifying her expensive tastes.” ^ “My children,” said Louise, rising, '“we must remember that we. are going to the Palace. It is quite, time we next morning comes -and the chart Is! The comr started.” . ... - * . v . / They made their way down two flight«*nf naprtiw stairs into the street. raised his whis- sionnaire tie to hfci lips, but T i.iiisy Vf.qquyj tiim Wc will wafk,” slit* suggested. “This wjry. Mr.’’Strangewey’’” They passed ■ assented tob*rantly,_ taking down the Iona narrow . , -h. , . „ ... F ., from the.basket Bv her side, street, with rts dirtgy foreign.caft^s and ! . , ;• , • lv it is our duty to abandon ourselves is tills the.place to wander off into the clouds? When .two people sit looking at each other as you were doing a niin- .ute.ago, herein Luigi’s, and a supper, ordered regardless of expense^ on the table before'them, they, are either with out the least sense of the fitness of things, or -else—” “Or else what?" Loulsjp asked.*-'"' “fjr else they are head over heels In love with each other!” Sophy con- clmb-d. ■ ’ - /• • ^ "Perhaps the.child Is right.” Louise n peach “Evident-" ; to the frivolitv of the moment. -AVI m** people who thronged:' „ v , * . , , . . • , shall we do to bring ourselves into t were of a new race to , llt ... „ . ’ and the ‘to give shops, scarcely one of Which seemed to be English, the pavement John, swarthy, a little furtive, a class of. foreigner seldom seen except In alien lands. Men and .women In all .stages ,of dishabille were leaning out me. this little hand, and I will draw , of the windows or standing on the door out a fresh one which, shall direct to steps.' The girls whom they met ocea- the plaee In life which is best for you. It is hot too lute.” She rose from beside him and walked toward the fireplace, as iffo touch the bell. He watched her with steady eyes but expressionless face. There was something curious, about her walk. Th? spring had gone front her'feet, her } shoulders-,were a little hunched.„,lt was the walk df a woman who goes tb.wnrd the things she f«*ars. . “Stop !” he bade her. v . ""She turned and faced him. quickly, almost eagerly. There was n-look in h< ( 'r face of the prisoner wlnfundsN’e- sSpite. , • . , "Leave the bell .alone/’ ho directed. tinged, I do not 1 wish toleave, London this week.” - Her face was suddenly hrilliant/her eyes shone. Something electric seemed to quiver through her frame. . She al most danced hack to her jd ilC0 Hy his Side. ,-y “Hojpfoolish !•” she* murmured. “Wlfy didn't you saj* so at once?” / ‘"Because,” he replied, “they have otil.v hecii changed during the last few seconds. I wanted to discover sqhve- thing which I have di-scAvereih” “To discover something?” “That my time has n*ot yet come.” . ^ She turned away from him. . She was oppressed with a sense, almost of fear, a feeling that he was able to read the very-thoughts forming in her brain; to understand, as no one else in the row here instead of little grimly, “it Is that lived in her hearty “I rtiust not keep you," lie remarked*- glancing at the clock. “It was very he IV Iris* The two* girls sat eyes.' “Oh, this Is a wonderful adventure you have embarked upon!” Louise ex claimed. “You have come quite in the .light spirit. It Is your drat night here; Mr. Strangewey, so I warn you Sophy la the moat IrresponaM^f I fcapricioua, erf ad my fttenda.* ~ John handed Sophy Into thedaxi and himself upon the xlivan. took his place beside heV. » . j. “I should he very sorry," he saiiKpo- ( ^^^ejg^mlMtjjUt^ou_dqwn?” he j litely, as"the maid left the room, “If tbuuk you for what > ou have not said, i world could understand, thq things If I am<to find joy," he added . _ . f l***tter for nip to stmume. Into the knowledge of it by, myself,” late for me to call, and yoii'AvTU “Your hills have taught you just Hurt wanting to Join your friends.” much of life, then?” Sophy murmured. > They are coming here for me.” she e^pIaintiL “There is really no hurry at rtjiT^d/are pot rliangldg anything. s to be quite a simple evening. Sometimes I wish,that ytfujpared about things op that sort, Eugene/ - He blew- through his lips a little TIT prince of'Seyre handed his,hat and stick to tho parlormaid and seated It’s hood! Milan— _ John gave the addresi^tcb the man, and they started^ off. They were blocked in a stream of traffic aim aoon as they- reached Hyde Park Cor ner.. John leaned forward atf the time, a" terribly low neighbor-' of your visitors.' - T Howev^Tt’s qult6 clo^e to the “Not in the least,” Louise assured 10 Southampton .street.” i’bim. ‘They were* .leaving when you were announced. . Sophy and-1 are tak ing Mr. Strangewey to a Bohemian res-. {Tn -;thfr~ ; wOrl<l—my />wn more partlcu- r.a nn/1 n mn□{» ttn-H o f fnetru i»H *• % k/ it y -■* —-v- tanrant and a musiq hall afterward rtunate Mr. Strangewey!” the 'But, fqrglve me, [7-THie hiuTju>f Bf. I am not of the people,” he saidA “amt I have,nor sympathy with them. I Ifirty. me, wny that sounds^” she murmured. sbinally'—young women of all ages, - walking, arm in ^rm, with shawls on their heads in plnbe of hats—laughed openly in John’s face. “Conquests everywhere- h’e goes!" Louise sighed. “We shall never* keep Him, Sophy!" ".We have’ him for .this evening, at any rate,” Sophy replied contentedly; “and he hasn’t spent all his fortune yet. I ani hot at all syre tjiut I shall not hint at supper when-we come out of the Faiaee." - * : ”A pity he fell into had hands^so quickly.” Louise laughed. “litre we k are! Stalls, please, Mr, Millionaire. I j wouldn’t be *seen tonight in the seats of the mighty.” 7 John risked a reproof, however, and was fortunate enough to find_a disen gaged box. They devoted their atten tion fo the show, Louise and Sophy at First with only a moderate amount of interest, John with the real enthusiasm of one to whom everything is new. His' laughter was* so hearty, his apprecia tion so sincere/ that his companions: found it infectious, and began to sip- jpTaud everything. “Tiie bioscope” Louise,, at last de cided firmly, “I reftno* to-have.anytiling to do with. Y(*a4uiveJrt/ II " th^ en-. tertainment you.are goimTfb-liaveJlLis evening, Mr. .Countryman.” ’ “Now for supper, then,” be proposed.. -“Luigi’s,” Sophy declared firmly. “The only place in London/’ They drove toward the Strand. John looked around him with interest as t hey _"Sneered the restaurant. Luigi,, who came forward to welcome Sophy, escorted them to one (jftKe’best tables. "You hiust be very r nlee to this gen : tlemnn, Luigi," she said. “He Is a x*erv great friend of mine, just arrived In London. He has corpe up on purpose ty see me, and we shall probably de cide to make this our favorite restau rant.” “I. shall bewuiry happy." LulgJ de- ni ( wHr'ii.i 1 StTangewey;"tbat-I. ever Introduced you, to Sophy,” Louise remarked, as she What ac cord with It? Everybody seems fo be behaving most disgracefully.* Do you think It would contribute to the gayety of the evening If I were to join In the chorus of ‘You Made Mb Love You,’ and Mr. Strangewey were to Imitate the young gentleman at the next table and throw a'foil, say, at the portly old gentleman with the highly polished shirt-front?" >//; I ..“You ought ter be‘thankful all your life that you have met me and that I “You talk,” She Whispered; “as if We Were Back Upon Your Hilltops Once More!” -v-------- I T' • / 1 am disposed to take an interest in ybu,” Sophy remarked, as she moved her chair a little nearer to John’s. v“I am quite sure that in a very short time you would hrive become—well, almost a prig. Providence has selected me to work out your salvation.” ' “Providence has been very .kind, then,” John toULher. ^ “I hope you mean It,” she returned. “You .ought to, If you only understood^ • l^l^fUghtlmartednes^^^/ > ‘is detest"jriifc bourgeoisie of every country' r_R ltb^ back Into her chair. Yqu won t —r . A II All mr frlonrlu ord fie believe that all my friends ard as frivolous as this* will you?’ at only r taew how -strangely ? - “They aren’t/ Sophy proclaim cm- John findsbimself in love with the actress and discovers that he haa a ■< powerful rival In th^ prince of Seyr^. ^dentIy**ffHl» tke one person who