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mine, and tonight--and why shouldn't you have ten pound as well as another?""There's nothing to do but what you say?" I asked. "Nothing--not a thing!" he affirmed. "And the time?" I said. "And the word--for surety?" "Eleven o'clock is the time," he answered. "Eleven--an hour before midnight. And as for the word--get you to the place and wait about a bit, and if you see nobody there, say out loud, 'From James Gilverthwaite as is sick

oice was very real, but her brother refused to treat it seriously.He shrugged his shoulders, and smiled an easy smile. "Oh, I should rub along. I might get in a working housekeeper, or I could take a room in town. I might work better for a change of scene. If you would like to go--" "I shouldn't like anything which left you alone. It would not be worth going for less than six months, and I couldn't possibly do that. I am of some use to you, Martin!" This time the appeal was

ir, with blue eyes, a curled mustache, hairnaturally wavy and parted in the middle, he recalled the hero of thepopular romances.It was one of those sultry, Parisian evenings when not a breath ofair is stirring; the sewers exhaled poisonous gases and therestaurants the disagreeable odors of cooking and of kindred smells.Porters in their shirt-sleeves, astride their chairs, smoked theirpipes at the carriage gates, and pedestrians strolled leisurelyalong, hats in hand. When Georges Duroy reached

ave in me the instinct of the chase. Were I a man I should be a trapper of criminals, trailing them as relentlessly as no doubt my sheepskin ancestor did his wild boar. But being an unmarried woman, with the handicap of my sex, my first acquaintance with crime will probably be my last. Indeed, it came near enough to being my last acquaintance with anything.The property was owned by Paul Armstrong, the president of the Traders' Bank, who at the time we took the house was in the west with his

took himself very seriously, and life, and his work, which latter was the tutoring of the young son of a British nobleman. He felt that his charge was not making the progress that his parents had a right to expect, and he was now conscientiously explaining this fact to the boy's mother."It's not that he isn't bright," he was saying; "if that were true I should have hopes of succeeding, for then I might bring to bear all my energies in overcoming his obtuseness; but the trouble is

picture, and gazed into those grey-green eyes till tears of passionate happiness filled my own."Oh! my dear, my dear, how shall I pass the hours till I hold you again?" No thought, then, of my whole life's completion and consummation being a dream. I staggered up to my room, fell across my bed, and slept heavily and dreamlessly. When I awoke it was high noon. Mildred and her mother were coming to lunch. I remembered, at one o'clock, Mildred coming and her existence. Now indeed the

some one had drawn up her window shades. Carley promptly pulled them down and settled herself comfortably. Then she heard a woman speak, not particularly low: "I thought people traveled west to see the country." And a man replied, rather dryly. "Wal, not always." His companion went on: "If that girl was mine I'd let down her skirt." The man laughed and replied: "Martha, you're shore behind the times. Look at the pictures in the magazines."Such remarks

early in the street this morning, what was you doing there?""Nothing, Miss Annie, I just went out to see, that's all and that's the same banana, 'deed it is Miss Annie." "Sallie, how can you say so and after all I do for you, and Miss Mathilda is so good to you. I never brought home no bananas yesterday with specks on it like that. I know better, it was that boy was here last night and ate it while I was away, and you was out to get another this morning. I don't want no

rcling about it as it revolved slowly."The globe itself is keeping perfect time, and Darius is all right, Xerxes is a few seconds of longitude ahead of true position." "That's dreadful, Mr. Grego!" Stenson was deeply shocked. "I must adjust that the first thing tomorrow. I should have called to check on it long ago, but you know how it is. So many things to do, and so little time." "I find the same trouble myself, Mr. Stenson." They chatted for a while,

nd time it's happened that we know of. There may be others.""The second time?" "The previous interview was when we noticed it. The leady was not hot. It was cold, too, like this one." Moss took back the metal plate from the leady's hands. He pressed the surface carefully and returned it to the stiff, unprotesting fingers. "We shorted it out with this, so we could get close enough for a thorough check. It'll come back on in a second now. We had better get behind the