Argosy, Vol. 147, No. 1 — page 79: what you’re looking at

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THE DANCE ce, her devilish recklessness. to watch for Da Costa, and when not come back, thought his and wondered what was Katherine He began the dancer did absence suspicious essing that in some way SE atti Tt did not occur to him, of course, that Da Costa was dead! He simply mi him — and watched Kath- erine, fearing lest she meant to slip away, too, to join her lover and perhaps put her threat into execution—perhaps elope. He knew that he was powerless to stop her if that was indeed her intention; but he meant to do his utmost. Meanwhile, as she passed from one man to the next, his eyes followed her restlessly. He missed Garry Carpenter and won- dered what had become of him—whether he, too, was ‘nvolved in Da Costa’s disap- ance. That there was something up, he felt certain. He felt it in the air. “Where’s Garry?” he asked finally, when Katherine came back to the table at the end of her third dance with Rob Stewart. “J don’t know. ‘Téte-a-téting some- where, no doubt, with that brazen little flapper in pink,” she answered lightly. “] haven’t seen him in a long time. Funny, since he came with us.” “ Rude, I call it,” said Muriel. “Do you think he can have gone?” asked Jack. «Gone? Gone home, you mean?” cried Katherine. “ But he couldn’t have, you know. No one can—until daybreak!” “J can,” answered Jack Kendall grimly, « whenever I take the notion. You don't think anybody can keep me here against my will, do you?” Katherine. and I’ve a good mind to go now! he added, turning to old Mr. Coleman. But whenever you’re ready, I’m ready!” oF DEATH. <= "ae “ But it was understood when we came. Nobody is to leave before dawn,” said “ Rot!” cried Jack. “I'll go if I like— What do you say, sir? Got enough of all this?” “ | have,” responded the old man. “ Not that I want to hurry you young people. He smiled around at them. Katherine ” -_ | — iy ~ awra% sf 4 ut ° vee | = : 3 2 «“ What’ do you say, Muriel? _ 3 go?” asked Jack. > “Sa “ You can go if you like,” said “ calmly, “ but I said I'd stay until dawn, I will stay until dawn! That’s that!” “ Come—don’t be childish,” said 1 and in a lower tone, : “ Jack's B much too much to drink. We ought tc him home and to bed if we cant” 2x i 4% ae F3 re teh te 4 * € iK re . ‘ dS. “] shall not go until the doors at <atherine. — opened at dawn,” t ef Pia, “ She knew she could not go, even sh wished. She knew Silvers would never p mit her to leave. But the others, guess nothing of this, looked upon her dete nation as willfulness. — a “ Not even for my sake?” asked old M Coleman. ‘‘ I am not as young as you, dear. And I confess ’'m a little very bored.” Se “You go, then, by all means, if t . let you out. You all go,” urged Kat heri «There are dozens of men here’ after me. Be glad to.” zt She smiled at Jack. “Go along, Jack!” she said, Ber suddenly lighting mischievously. 3 He smothered an oath. “ Little devil!” he growled. anxious to get us out of the waj up to something. Pm damned ii you here—not to-night! Weall of us goes!” es “We stay, then,” said Kathe ine, > ’ ae - ste oe a. " iu —— ro 4 4 ne tes 9 ' « “ i .7 ~ * + ~ Her heart ached for poor old Mi man, who really did look tirec could not go. If she attem knew, there would be trouble with — —a row, perhaps, with Jack in his 1 humor—a scene—and everything tha ry was trying to do would be rende: less. So she powdered her nose, and 1 her lips, and went off with $ yvie | ton—though she felt she m ist dro had to go on dancing. _ ee And behind, at her table, her b muttered grimly: “age . ed the stairs to confront - a quarter past two, — Be books.com ves Oy eS oat a