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-S2 iat 7ids se 18 THE FACH OF ROSENFEL. enjoyment of the exhilarating sport, or he had sadly miscalculated the distance. Not that there was any- thing to be dreaded, in the ordinary course of events, of a ride in the pale starlight, or under the mellow rays of the moon. ‘The road was a good one, and very soon it would be well lighted. And 1f the three pleasure-— seekers were a trifle cold they conld console themselves with the comforting reflection that there was a cheerful fire waiting for them in the agreeable sitting-room of » the uppermost flat at No. 20 Ballavoine Place. It was not an elaborate affair, this abode of Julian Maxey, the artist, but it wasa pleasant, interesting and certainly on a cold night like this a very comfortable and desir- able place in which to be. | Perhaps it was not owing altogether to the cold that an unwonted silence had fallen upon the occupants of the sleigh. Pretty Ellen Maxey, the artist’s sister, who sat beside her brother on the rear seat, had dealt a death blow to the conversation when she ceased to take part in it. But she was not asleep, and her face, protected from view by abundant wraps and the growing obscurity, had gradually settled into an expression, at once wistful, pathetic and resigned. Maxey, whose power of observation was not wholly a matter of eyesight, had become annoyed and solicitous, but he took pains not to betray this fact. As for philosophic, middle-aged, handsome Doctor Lamar, the prime cause of the whole trouble, he was supremely unconscious of any unhappiness on the part of his friends. He sat bolt upright, all by himself on the front seat, his hands busy with the reins and his at- tention apparently completely absorbed in scanning the road as far as he could see it in front of his swiftly moving — - “s ee > ~ - 7 of f - ~ J “ies <5 = ¥: = ‘ ,; 7 a yy 7 . : 7 wv Ree ee ere! f hfen ig ane el Bets hy Ro ee : fT AAS ae peti Rad 6) wee ort ; FP yt Oe Bee he Fa PN ees hee seat ETT STS ' ees a ‘ 4