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YBLrL*0W BY © IOTA. CHAPTER XY11. WnitK he got outside his rooms, which were in a turning off Piccadilly, Strange looked up and down the street and at his watch. “I shall not bother with luncheon, that ham will last till eightj” he said, “1 shall go to the Club and I suppose I must see Aunt Moll. I’ll go there to tea, she’ll be Up probably, and perhaps aWako by that time.” He struck out for his Club and made a rapid tour of the premises but he found there was no good to be got there, the bil liard-rooms were empty ami the reading-rooms were given over to half {^oozen old fellows suf fering frgra gout and senile de cay. . ‘‘It’s too eprly and too late for anything! ’ he muttered, as he lighted a fresh cigar on tho steps, “it will be a full week, besides^ before I get into the swing again. I shall try Bry- don.” With that he swung off down the street, past some big thor oughfares, then he cut across a mesh of alleys and courts, out into some dingy squares, land ing at last in Bloomsbury Square. He walked round till he got to a tall narrow house In a comer, where he pulled up, pushed open the door, which was ajar, and went upstairs to the fifth story where he found a door with “Mr. Brydon” paint ed on it in big letters. He open ed it, and walked in. A big fair boy with a cigar ette in his mouth was sitting before an easel, touching up a background; he spoke in a soft tired voice without turning an inch of himself. “Excuse me, Carry, I can’t possibly stand up, I am wrest ling with a curtain. Kindly sit down and begin your apologies. Was Ma’s ‘neuralgy’ bad, or the baby? Was it ‘it’? I am not quite certain as to the sex of the last.—By the way, don’t they come with undue speed, those babies, or do you spread all the diseases out on one?—Or did Pa go for you and render your nose unfit for immortality? Two hours behind time to day, that’s nothing to you in tho day’s work, no doubt, but I may remark that it’s slightly incon venient to me, as I prefer day light to dark to catch the super- excellent tones of your skin.” “I should have thought on the whole that the glow—” “Strange!” he cried with a soft slow gurgle of intense de light, and lifting himself cium sily up from his seat, he caught Strauge's hand in a close clasp aud pushed him back iuto an old frilled arm chair. “I thought you were in Algo ria. It was a dangerous o\,)oi i meut, old fellow; tho betting was ten to one that I was paint ing off a model, and I am con tinually overlooking that lock. What a glorious dusty smooth red you’ve got on your cheeks! For gotlness sake, let me have it before gas and ‘sich’ play the deuce with it ” “Take it, my child, take it. What a pity you didn’t have the beard too! that was a far more glorious red, and a sight dustier, but I parted with it this morning.” “Thank you, I’ve seen your bristles once; I never wish to behold them again. Now smoke, and I’ll just have ashy at catch- itag that tint, it’s precisely what I want for this beggar’s cheek. My model had it to perfection, but they dapped him into quad for prigging saveloys, and when he comes out he will be useless, the color of bad paste.” “Your room’s hardly serious enough; it’s pretty, in a doll’s- house style.” “Serious! I can’t afford that. Qn& can’t extract seriousness from rags, but the colors are good and the cost small. Look at the drapery hiding the crack in the wall in that corner, four- pence-halfpenny the yard and a reduction by the piece!” “And you probably went din nerless for that!” thought Strange, watching the tall heavy looking fellow, with his straight, limp brown hair hang ing over his forehead in a way that gave him a queer, toolish look, an effect that his big alive eyes were constantly contradict- f *>«• The soft, sleepy tones of his voice which, only that they happened to be peculiarly clear, would never have been heard at all, added rather to this effect. Strange, however, was quite aware that the eyes of the fel low spoke the truth, and that the hair and the soft speech Red. His father had been curate in the parish where Strange’s fath er was the Squire, and even theri the big boy had been good to the little one, and the unequal friendship was still kept up be- tyvoen the two. It was a pleas- . ant little corner in the life of * the older trial , it was the best part of life to the boy, and no one had a notion of the intense love and gratitude he bore to the big notable man who took the trouble to know him. Strange had stood by him in ihe bad crisis of his life, when things had come to a head and his father, the curate, had put down his foot and damned art permanently, and the boy, for his part, had comprehensively damned the church, and had then stepped out of the parent al porch with a five pound note in his pocket, and in his eyes the yearning greed for color. “Hotv are you getting on?” said Strange. “Oh, I live, and I hardly owe a thing, which is a consolation, in case 1 happened to die off in a hurry, and had 10 be behold en to the governor to fork up. I have no feelings at all about the funeral expenses or the shroud, I shall make no provi sion for these, thev seem in his line, somehow. But it would cut the old man up frightfully if he had to pay the models or the beer, or anything smacking my pristine glory and accept in vitations. ”1 wonder," he went on re flectively, “if there’s any way of keeping a fellow from making a fool of himself. If you have happened to hear of any in your travels,au anti love philtre now, for Heaven’s sake divulge it; it ruins one’s work getting in love in a promiscuous way, it’s a brutal nuisance too, and devil ish expensive. I know I always have to pay compound interest for my pleasures in tins line, and they’re absolutely mawkish to, iu their innocence,” he ad ded, with a little injured sigh. Strange watched the boy cu riously, wondering what possi ble motive, or train of motives, combined to keep his Hfo so clean with its every condition on the side of uncleanness. “He has neither convictions nor religion to hold him, he is as passionate and sensual a fel low as any going, he is steeped to the lips in Zola and others of that ilk; thoretically, innocence and he are as far apart as tho poles. He is a fool, no doubt, but I wish to God tho folly would last.” into a chair after he had shaken it to see if it would bear. “I needn’t ask you how you are. Aunt Moll, you look just is you always did, like a catkin.” “A what, Humphrey?” she inquired anxiously. “A catkin, we used t<J call them goslings, soft, oval, pale gold, .silky, fluffy masses you ousness befitting the occasion. My dear, if you knew what it costs me to kneel, now that 1 have growri a little stout, you might perhaps appreciate this act.” Humphrey gHnned. “Aunt Moll, my feciings are always too deep for expression, it would upset you for a month have a weakness for adjectives! if I were to give you the merest 1 know, judging from the line glimpse of the emotions that in literature you patronize. The|aro ravaging me this minute, harshest wind has never been These inward upheavals are known to rufllo a gosling, it al- frightfully wasting, jour acts a gosling, it al ways skips them, they always feel warm to the touch, as if the sun were on them, they are de licious things. Tho sun is al ways on you, Aunt Moll, ain’t it?” “Ah, Humphrey, you little know, you can make but a faint guess at my troubles, the death of my dear—” “Aunt Moll, we’ll skip that!” interrupted Strange, with a twinkle. He knew quite well what an unmixed relief the deceased peer’s removal was to all his kith and kin, more especially to his wife. if you recollect, before I of the devil, you know Would strong, steady, cool face with Brydon guessed the elder went to Algeria w r e agreed to man’s thoughts, or perhaps his! let my uncle rest undisturbed own were running on the same in his present retreat, which, lines, as he sketched in tne j from what we know of his past. how exhausting the proccst has been to Lady Mary.” Shu stopped al last. "No,” he said, looking at his aunt, "I Certainly’ hadn’t per ceived any symptoms of a cave in about her. Monday, did you say, Miss Waring? Would you mind letting me have your vis iting list tor that dtfy, Aunt Moll? I suppose I know some of the people, and my soul’ione desire for y< ars has been to pose as an afternoon tea TXAUTbV 1JULE KAll.KO.M* ‘ Jui.va i- MIXED TOai> you mind turning your face an inch to the right?” “What are you at? Haven’t you got the brick dust yet?” "Yes, in a way, but I want to «<j sketch you,” said Brydon, 1 measuring him with his pencil, “I won’t be long; you look so cool, and big, and ‘kinder’ dog ged, you’ve grown frightfully since you went away, especial ly about the eyes, they’ve got so beastly deep and intricate, why don’t you have eyes like docent God fearing mortals?” “Ask riiy parents; if they re fuse you the information, I can only refer you to my godfather and godmother—By tho way, what’s wrong with you, Char lie?” “Me!—Nothing!—1 had anoth er bout of rheumatic fever a month ago, and I have felt a trifle stodgy since at times, es pecially after a grind up these stairs.” “Heart!” thought Strange. “Poor beggar! it’ll be hard on him if he’s carried off before he learns to draw. W 7 ill j r ou dine with me to-day?” Brydon’s face lit, ho had ec static memories of dinners with Strange, and as a matter of fact his dinners for two days past, l<ad consisted of bread—and mustaid to give it a relish. “Thank you, old man, I can’t —I can’t go anywhere till Fri day.” “Why, in Heaven’s name?” “I have some black aud white to do,” he said mixing some paint hurriedly. Strange took a glance at his back view and shrugged his shoulders. “The beggar’s sure to let it out, he always does,” he reflect ed. After a few minutes’ silent painting Brydon turned round “I generally tell you most thingV’he said, ‘ if >' ou wa ^ long enough, and you know by this time what an abject ass I am, so you may as well hear the climax. “I was down sketching in Surrey last month. I went af ter the fever—I didn’t feel as if I could stand the stairs just then—and I found a girl in a cottage there who was willing to sit for me whenever I wanted her. She was divine! Look!” he got up slowly and took a lit tle canvas from behind the door. “Look! Did Greuse ever have such a head to paint from? I fell in love with her. Of course, it was that color that did it; that, and her poses, and all her little ways and movements, and her soft little voice—oh—oh— you know the sort of fool I am! I lodged at her mother’s house, and the pair nursed me as if I were a sick cat—well—Look—I had to leave that place at a mo ment’s notice or I don’t know what might have happened vou know. I paid up and cleared. “Would you believe it, I hadn’t been'honie a week, when who should appear one night past ten o’clock but that girl? Upon my word, 1 broke out m a cold sweat all over. I'm as weak as water, and—she was divine. I tell you—I had an awful job altogether. I quieted he* down first, then I had to bathe her feet, such pretty pink little ones, but all torn and bruised. If you believe me, she had walked from ten miles this side of Godaiming. I got her some food and gave her up my bed, and somehow or other I got her back next day; she’d have stayed on any terms, poor little soul! Girls are queer fish,” he said modestly, “one never can tell what’ll fetch them. It was all pretty hot on the mother, however, so I gave her the few shillings I had, and then she wrote to say that the girl got fever from the walk, to of course I’ve had to help them, and I regret to say my boots have gone for a change to mine un cle’s. I shall be paid on Friday, age breadth of technique that marvelous in a boy of his and opportunities. "I wonder myself,” he said, don’t make more of my pleasures. A fellow has oppor tunities somehow.” he added with pleasing diffidence, "no matter how poor he is but 1 have a sort of notion that 1 might lose in Art what I should gain in pleasure. It would be idiotic to run that risk, wouldn't it? 1 have a sort of theoiy, it’s prob ably rot though it has a sound of truth about it, that the clean er one keeps one’s body and soul, the clearer one’s eyes keep and the better able to tackle the truth in Nature.” He paused, a little embarrass ed; any expression, even of the most primitive morality, brings a blush of shame to the cheek of youth. “That sounds like a workable theory,” assented Strange, “and upon my word, I believe you will find it so. The opposite is playing the douce with the mod ern Italian school, and it strikes one like a blow in a lot of the work of the youngsters there. I wonld thresh out that theory, if I were >ou, noth ing half and half will do.” “No,” said Brydon ruefullj', “no, that is where the grind comes in.” Strange laughed, the fellow’s face and accent flitted his speech so comically. “I suppose I must let him get over the boot business himself, he’s so beastly cocky, but I’m convinced he’s hungry. I won- how much tho «jade got out of him! Charlie,” ho then said aloud, “I must bo off, 1 shall expect you on Friday at my Club. If 1 were you, old chap, I should stop that young ar son's supplies, the fever must be off her by this time.” “1 have a sort of awful con viction that it’s going to be in term tte it, and nothing but a change of address will have any effect upon it—but, oh, old man, if you could have seen that girl,” he concluded regarding her head mournfully, with his own on one side, and with an overwhelming longing for the Egyptian fleshpots surging up wi'.hin him. Strange slapped him on the shoulder, “Just as well not, fe vers come expensive, whether they take you, or the victim to your charms. Good bye.” a m u s t be unexceptionable- was' whatever his faults may have aud then I’ll bloom back into CHAPTER XVIII. “To look at the fellow one would never give him credit for half the grit he has,” thought Strange as he glanced round for s cab at the street corner. “If I had money I should send him to Paris,” he went on as soon as he had settled himself comfort ably, “the Kensington methods are no manner of use to him. It’s the deuce of a shame too, that he has to attempt finished work foraliving when he should be sweating over the primaries; and that color mania—that will get chronic and overgrow him, and then God help him!” As it happened Lady Mary was at home and quite wide awake. As a rule this was not the case until much later in the day, but just now Various things combined to keep off sleep. When Strange was announ ced, she was sitting well-screen ed from the small bright fire, gazing in soft meditation at her plump white hands, with the corners of her month slightly drawn downward, and her smooth round forehead wrink led up in a way that would have gone to the heart of a stone to see in such a picture of comfort as she was made to be. “Humphrey!” she exclaimed, making a vain try at a spring and hopping down again limp ly, "Humphrey!” “Myself and no other,” said Strange, receiving her kiss cheerfully, and settling himself been no one can deny that he was a most exclusive person and had a very just notion of his position.” “Dear Humphrey! That flip pancy! I had hoped that the many dangers j - ou have experi enced, the many times you have come face to face with death— and, Humphrey- with Eternity —would have brought the seri ousness of life before your eyes.” “Aunt Moll, the sight of you there in that chair brings that view of the case more clearly before me than over the sight of death did.” Lady Mary again looked anxi ous, her nephew always mado her feel like that, his eyes seem ed to rake her from stem to stern and to find some mute amusement in the process. Sud denly she gave a little start. “VVha’t have I been thinking of?” she murmured. “Hump hrey,” she began again, “we must speak of your prospects ” She was bubbling over w ith them as it happened, besides, they would keep him off her. "What are you thinking of doing now?” “What 1 have always been thinking of doing and have never done yet, making the re sult of my face to face encoun ters with death—and Eternity— of some practical value to the world in general and to myself in particular, by filling my trousers’ pockets, which at this which at this present moment contain one pound six and three pence, and that's mostly due for beer.” “Humphrey! Have you heard! nothing? Your letters?” “I never read them. For Heaven’s sake, speak, divulge, I’m ready for anything!” “Your great-uncle is dead- died last month. Before he went he confessed a heavy sin that had lain for years on his soul, poor dear creature. That great lanky son of his. about whom, as you know, I always had a nasty feeling, as if he were not altogether quite right, as if somehow he was not one of us. This now- proves to have been a quite prophetic instinct, he turns out to be—ahem—ille gitimate, and you, you, Hump hrey, are the heir.” “I say! It’s beastly hard lines on Tom!” Strange was quite as stagger ed with the news, as any other younger son in his condition would have been. It vibrated through and through him, but as one cannot clothe thunder in harmonies any more than one can a tumultuous muddle of sensations in speech in the pro sence of a woman inclined to gush and stoutness, he swallow ed his muddle and was flippant. “Humphrey!” said Lady Mary with dignity, wondering a little if Humphrey himself were quite right. “This minute you have ten thousand a year, and you, my nephew, are Sir Humphrey Strange.” “Am I? You’ll be astonished to hear Ldon’t feel a bit like it, I feel exactly as I did before. Is there any difference to the naked eye, if so, do you mind telling me?” Lady Mary stirred uneasily and crossed her bands. “Dear Humphrey!” she cried at last, with a soft wailing bleat, “I confess I did expect some show of proper feeling from you on this occasion. It is a shock to me to see you in your present frame of mind, it seems like fly ing in the face of Providence, and may end in bringing down a judgment on your head.” Lady Mary sighed and contin ucd, lowering her voice to a coo “ W hen I heard the news, Hump hrey, I went down on my knees and prayed that my poor sinful uncle might be forgiven for foisting that counterfeit young man off on our family, and that you, my nephew, might ‘face your responsibilities with a scri- frightfully wasting, jour of prayer and thanksgiving are a fool to them—There doesn’t happen to be any tea going, do es there^” “Tea! Is it five o'clock? What can have happened? Pray ring. The misery 1 have to endure with servants! I wonder my hair isn’t even graj’of than it is, ami my poor face more worn.” “Your hair is as brown as a nut, and there isn’t a Crease in j'our dear, soft young face. What was wrong with jou when I came in, the corners ot your mouth wore turned the wrong way?” Lady Mary reflected as she made his tea. “Ah it was Gwen, she has thrown aside another most un exceptionable match, the third in three months.” “Gwen, what?” “Gwen Waring, she is with me for the season.” “Ah, that queer, sulky, im perturbable. long-legged girl, belonging to those wouderful young fossils at Waring Park. I shouldn’t have thought she’d have got the chance to throw over any match, let alone three unexceptionable ones—” “Humphrey!” "What’s up? Gru!—” He sprang to his feet. A tall, superb girl, with a face like a hothouse flower, was standing in the middle of the room, looking at him with a cool aloofness that made his blood run cold. Hlie had heard every word, she must have, his voice was a big one. This magnificent dominant creature, before whom he felt as a worm, was only an enlarg ed completed edition of the “sulky, long legged” slip lie used to catch fitful, glances of. in his stays with his aunt. If only he hadn’t classified her iu such co >1 pleasant tones! It was not often the fellow felt at such a disadvantage. If the girl had made a joke now, or even looked as if she could make one! But she knew better than to joke, she had her tactics r°ady to her hand, and she was determined h i s impertinence should be brought nome to him. Her own classification never troubled her in the least, it was the good humored sneer at her parents which touched her. Was she always to suffer for be ing the product of such a house? The pext few minutes Strange felt younger than he had done for ten years. “Lady Mary has been telling me of your good fortune”, she remarked kindly,sippinghertQa, and looking at him in as moth erly a way as so very splendid a person could look. “You must be quite excited—I suppose you are already making a hun dred pleans? “I seem to know you quite well,” she went on, not giving him the chance to reply, "Lady Mary is always telling anecdo tes of ‘her boy*! very entertain ing ones they are too, and I should fancy characteristic.” She helped herself to more cream and ragarded him coolly. “When she reads prayers, she always makes a special and very full mention of you.” Lady Mary winced abjectly and looked deprecatingly at her nephew, but his eyes were fast- tened on Gwen. His aunt felt she had escaped for once. She settled herself into her pillow, and wondered vaguely what would happen next. She haa a horrid feeling that there were breakers ahead some where, but as she never by any chance could see farther than her own nose, she decided not to make any effort at sighting them, but to drift on with faith- “Very considerate of my aunt!” said Strange, in a pause. “Oh, that is only one instance of her consideration and the least important. She has done much more than that for you, she is like John the Baptist without the skins and locusts, she has ‘been preparing the way before’ you, and you nave on'y to appear to be mobbed, Sir Humphrey. There’s not a mat ron nor a maid in London who doesn’t babble of you; your name is rippling off a hundred tongues at this very minute; you are the hero of a hundred teas. All this came on after a long round of calls Lady Mary and I paid last Monday,” she continued, scanning him. “I had only heard your name be fore, in the outward world, that is—the Baronetcy never affect* ed Lady Mary’s prayers and anecdotes, they were . a!way with us—m a queer aside way, as if one hinted at dark things that had betteV not be unearth ed. Ah, but that is alLcbang* ed! You have no notioftTfipugh as an afternoon tea hero. 1 ! shall just have time to get a foretaste of the joys this after noon. Good bye, Aunt Moll; pray don’t look anxious on my account, my morals are tough enough to run tho gauntlet of | all the teas in London, and my | digestion Is unimpaired. Good-1 bye. Miss Waring,” he said.; bowing gravely in her direction, ] “thank you for standing by mv j aunt on Monday’s warpath. I am gratified to see you are in no sort of way exhausted by the process. 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KTAPLIC AND FaMCY (Jii'K KftIKft. <}BAIN AND FLOUR. Aahevillk, K. C.. Jam. 1*. 1»«. Mb. W J Roddsy, Rock HUl, 8. C. DbarHib 1 have accepted the oaoh value of my Tontine Fdilry in the * Equitable. 1 which matured Jan Sd. ISM. I desire to say that I am very well pleased with the results, as an evidence of which I have applied tor more assurance on same plan. Kespoctftilly, W. F Rsideb If you are interested send your I age and let us give you figures | on a Tontine Policy. Address W. J. RODDEY, Manager, Department of Carolinas, Rock HMI. S. C. NOltTH UOL'Mi. No 78 Leave Charleston :i a* * uf Lanes 5 49 u ur Kingstree t> on « Arrive Florence 7 10«i/ No H*. Leave Charleston 8 «l> p u» Lancs 5 88 p u. Kingstree 5.57 pis Arrive Florence 7.95 p i No. 58. Leave Charleston... .J». 7.15 a iu‘ Arrive Lanes —'• 8.45 r. •> No. 59 runs'through to Coluui a 1 via Central R. R. of 8. C. Train Nos. 78 and 14 runs via Wil:-<>n and Fayetteville—Short Line—.in I makes close connection for all jM/inrS North. J. F. DIVINE. Gen. Sopt. vv ILMINGTON, COLUMBIA I AUGUSTA RALKOAij. In effect J one 8, 1894/ SOUTH BOUND. lUimMss Anew; i'l Leave Wilmington No 55 Marion Arrive Florence .. 7 10 p ui Leave Florence No. 50. Sumter Leave SuiuteiN Arrive Columbia Leave Florence No. 58. Arrive Sumter.... ... 9 40 h in Leave Snmter No. 5*. Arrive Columbia ugh Rati ton via Central Rati road; lea ving Lanes 8-48 a m, Manning 9 35 a Hr; NORTH BOUND. No. 5f; mw.—. . 4.80 a iff i« . 5.55 a at nm. • j.iU a in No. 5* Leave Florence— 7.40 a at Leave Colmnbif Sumter... Arrive Florence Marlon.. Arrive Wilmington.. Leave Columbia...... Arrive Sumter .... 8.S8 a t* ,/.11.10 s Iff No. 53. .. 4.S-J |> in' i. 5.45 p m No. ter. .. Wfi j. tk Leave Columbia /. Sumter Arrive Florence 7 W p iff No 53 runs’thiougiT to coscrlesioff via central Railroad, arriving Man ning #.8S p m Lanes 7.00 p it , charleston8-40 pm; ~ Trains on Manchester aud Angusta B. R-, leave Sumter daily except mjw- dny, 10.59 a. m., arrive kimiut ll:5»< a. in. Retorning leave Rmiinr t.OO r- m.. arrive Sumter 3:10 p. nr. _ Trains on Wilmington, dikdaoWifr And Conway Railroad leave Chao bourn at 10.10 a ns, arrire at Conway 12.30 pin, returning leave Conway at 2:00 p. m.. arrive Cliadhfmru 4:50 p, m, UkieChadftoiWn b.r, p n» »i4 515 pm,,arrive-at ttab u JOpft tuniuigleave Hub 8.15 a iff, air.ue »f Chad bourn 9.00 a m. Dally eicpf f t. DtVtNR.