The Argosy, January 1907 — page 64: what you’re looking at

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246 the explanation that the man saw you and Bob go in here again—that he was in a hurry, and the car ready to start— and that as he knew the man would be cared for and probably didn’t wish to be delayed himself, he simply did the most natural thing and jumped aboard.” Radford drew a long breath. Mentally, he tried to place himself. in the position of the prosecutor, of the public in general. At first glance, he was forced to admit that things looked slightly queer. But still, he—why, he must be cleared! ‘There wasn’t an atom of doubt about that part. ‘ Sherwood,” he said suddenly, “ when LIE ARGOS ¥4 that stuff in Chicago has been ana- lyzed - The sherifi’s head came up with a jerk. “Bert,” he cried, “even if it’s as pure as the air, it won’t make a darn bit of difference! ”’ “What!” “They think they’ve got case enough without it, boy. Damn it! I can’t keep it from you any longer. I came to sort of break the shock, but—Bert, betw2en now and to-morrow morning you’re go- ing to be arrested, and when you go on trial it’ll be for murder in the first degree.”’ (To be continued.) BY THE SECRET DOOR. BY MARY IMLAY TAYLOR. A story of modern St. Petersburg in which an American risks much for the prince on account of the princess. = ae stopped abruptly between the two white lilacs. “You!” she exclaimed—‘* you—of all people—and in St. Petersburg! ”’ ‘Where else, princess,” — he ‘“since the sun rises here?” She looked at him archly. ‘Does it?” she said; “and you an American, Captain Crenyon! Ah,” she added, “I know you came to see our Duma.” . : ‘“ No,” he replied, “to see the Princess Xenia.” “Tt seems a long time since we met in Monaco, doesn’t it?’’ she remarked ir- relevantly. “ I should like to ask you to tea, but my duenna is out, and——” She smiled, and looked at the gate between her garden and Moritzsky’s. “Tf it’s only the gate,” he began. “Oh, but it isn’t!” she interposed hastily, and blushed. “ It isn’t the cus- tom,” she added prettily. “A fig for custom!” he- exclaimed. “Tf we're its slaves the deputies will never get amnesty and I shall never taste that tea.” She regarded him thoughtfully, her fingers playing absently with the white lilac. asked, “I hope they will get it!” she said. “IT pray they will.” “What? The tea?” he asked mildly. “Do you remember the tea we drank in the garden in Monaco?” ‘How blue the sea was!” she said softly. “ Do you remember? ” “TI remember everything,” he replied. “It was a perfect day,” she went on dreamily; “don’t you recall how the sun tipped that white sail with rose?” “The world was rose-colored to me!”’ he retorted. “Did you know that Lady Bently is marrying again?”’ she asked absently. “The chaperon?”’ he exclaimed. ‘“‘ If ever a man wanted her removal by mar- riage or sudden death, I did!” “ You're wicked!” she said. Lily! I hope she’ll be happy.” ‘So do I,” he replied devoutly, “ and stay in England.” She broke off a bit of white lilac. “IT wonder if no one has told you,” she said softly; ‘I am going to be mar- “ Poor ried, Captain Crenyon.” Crenyon looked at her strangely. “No ane told me,” he answered me- chanically. “Tf wish you happiness, Princess Xenia.” COMME OOOLKS (E@)