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ah!" Jensen snorted contemptuously. "I can take care of myself. I know what I'm doin', I tell you.""You may, but you don't act like it," was Wade's parting remark, as he turned his horse and rode off. "Go to hell!" the Swede shouted after him. Heading toward Crawling Water, the ranch owner rode rapidly over the sun-baked ground, too full of rage to take notice of anything except his own helplessness. The sting of Jensen's impudence lay in Wade's realization

such Romance, thrice refined of dross, as only he knows whohas wooed his Art with passion passing the love of woman.Far away, above the acres of huddled roofs and chimney-pots, thestorm-mists thinned, lifting transiently; through them, gray, fairy-like,the towers of Westminster and the Houses of Parliament bulked monstrousand unreal, fading when again the fugitive dun vapors closed down upon thecity. Nearer at hand the Shade of Care nudged Kirkwood's elbow, whisperingsubtly. Romance was indeed

f. Richard had been sent on a mission of the greatest importance--one involving, Monsieur Lefevre had told her, the honor of both his country and himself. And she was to share it--to take part in its excitement, its dangers. The thought stirred all her love of the mysterious, the unusual. After all, since she had become the wife of a man whose profession in life was the detection of crime, should she not herself take an interest, an active part in his work, and thereby encourage and assist him?

w doubtless posted at frequent intervals. So I stopped where I was and sat down quietly on a rock for a few minutes to recover my breath, for I had been pretty badly shaken and winded by my numerous tumbles.As soon as I felt better I got up again, and taking very particular care where I was treading, advanced on tiptoe with a delicacy that Agag might have envied. I had taken about a dozen steps when all of a sudden the railings loomed up in front of me through the mist. I put my hand on the top

""Oh!" From the Columbine broke a cry of warning and swift dismay. "Don't you dare speak my name, sir--don't you dare!" Fell assented with a chuckle, and subsided. Ansley regarded his two companions with sidelong curiosity. He could not recognize Columbine, and he could not tell whether Fell were speaking of the scarf and jewels in jest or earnest. Such historic things were not uncommon in New Orleans, yet Ansley never heard of these particular treasures. However, it

he had come to Fair Oaks some fifteen years previous to this time, dressed in deep mourning, accompanied by her infant son, about three years of age, and it was generally understood that she was distantly related to Mr. Mainwaring. She was a strikingly handsome woman, with that type of physical beauty which commands admiration, rather than winning it; tall, with superb form and carriage, rich olive skin, large dark eyes, brilliant as diamonds and as cold, but which could become luminous with

arden-path, wondering what it was that she had still to say to him. She led him into a small room at the back of the house, looking out upon the lawn. Then she stood in front of him."Will you kiss me once, please," she said simply, and she stood with her arms hanging at her side, whilst he kissed her on the lips. "Thank you," she said. "Now will you go?" He left her standing in the little room and led the horses back to the inn. That afternoon he took the train to

ll you?"Mr. Sloane found compliance impossible. He could not steady his hand sufficiently. "Hold that torch, judge," Hastings prompted. "It's knocked me out--completely," Sloane said, surrendering the torch to Wilton. Webster, the pallor still on his face, a look of horror in his eyes, stood on the side of the body opposite the detective. At brief intervals he raised first one foot, then the other, clear of the ground and set it down again. He was unconscious of making