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w4 Notvd V‘ & ‘‘Well, it‘s rather difficult to exâ€" plain, Deb. You know Ravenhurst and you know how he and his sort can behave to a man they think beneath them: they are never rude; they are never even discourteous; but they are worse than that. By word and look «they show that they think themselves your ~superior, that you are not fit to shake hands with them, sit at the same table with them, scarcely breathe the same air with them.. Their eyes look cold and Jike glass when they look at you; their voices stiffen and harden when they speak to you, as if they said: "Don‘t forget your place. If we do *condescend to let you move in our soâ€" ciety, remember you are on sufferâ€" ance; that you are different to us; weâ€" are porcelain, you are common clay. We are of the blue blood; you ‘are from the gutter. You may look and behave as we do, may be as well mannered, as well or better dressed, may hbave tastes as refined as ours; but we don‘t forget that you were not born to them, but only acquired them; in short, that you are not a genâ€" [tleman. And we don‘t intend that you shall forget it, either.‘ " \ He paused. His face was pale, his eyes were fixed on vacancy, his lips were twisted in their peculiar fashion, and his thin nostrils were distended; his face and voice were those of a man brooding over a long suffered wrong, a course of bitter insult, wrong and insult which he now saw a way to avenge. "*You hate him!" she said in a whisper. He smiled. ‘"That covers the whole ground, Deb," he said. "I hate him! He has: stabbed me â€" perhaps without knowing it â€"in my most sensitive part, my selfâ€"esteem; he has, metaâ€" iglorically. of course, struck me across the lips, spat upon me, a hundred timest He would not condescend to know me‘:t first; and even knowâ€"evâ€" en now that I have proved myself of service to him, and he calls me his friend, he reminds me, by some word or look, that I am his inferiorâ€"that I can never by anything else. I hate him, «as a slave hates his master, a dog hates the softâ€"spoken brute who, with a laugh, kicks him. I would go far, very. far, to injure, not only him, but his And I know no way of inâ€" juring them more than this." He had spoken the last words raâ€" ther to himself than to her, and the blood rushed to her face for the, first time. ‘"You mean, that by making him marry me, by making me Lady Rayâ€" enhurst, you injure them worse than any other way?" she said between He smiled. h "I beg your pardon, m%fi dear Deb, But speaking bluntly, that is what I do mean. I fancy I can see the face of that proud, haughty, old Earl, the father, when you declare younrself"â€" he laughed â€"‘"and the horror of the whole family at the mere idea of such a mesalliance!" A "I won‘t do it." He looked at her easily. "Oh, yes, you will." "I won‘t! What has he ever done to meâ€"him or those belonging to himâ€"that I should injure them, as you say this will? That‘s enough, Glave! I‘ve done with this business. I didn‘t like it from the first, and â€"andâ€"I won‘t have anything to do with it!" "I think you will; I am sure you will, my dear Deborah," he said blandly. He lighted another cigarette before replying; then he said, slowly, and with the same smile: ‘"The fact that, if you were to do so, I should be under the painful necesâ€" sity of informing Lord Ravenhurst of certain little incidents in your life since he made your acquaintance; little incidents that would show him that he would be worse than a fool to settle any money‘"â€"he tapped the deed â€""upon a woman who had Deborah looked at him half amazed and half fascinated by his expression and the suppressed ~and mesmeric tones of his voice. ‘"What‘s to prevent me telling him all you‘ve told me, splitting on your precious plant?" she demanded deâ€" fiantly. _‘‘What I want to know is, where do you come in?" she asked, slowly. ‘"Why do you want this done? Why do you take all the trouble and run the riskâ€"for you do run some risk." "Rather!" he said. * Nearly all." "Then whyâ€" do you do it?" she repeated. ‘"What are you going to get for it?" ‘"Penal servitude, if I‘m found out," he replied; then, after a pause, he looked at the tip of his cigarette with a reflective smile, and went on: ‘"That‘s a very sensible question, Deb, and shows that you‘ve got your wits about you. But it is rather a hard one to answer, and I‘m half afraid you won‘t understand me. As to what I‘m going to getâ€"not money, Deb. For ‘one thing, I don‘t want it; I‘m not so badly off as to depend upon a plan of ‘this kind for oof. I‘m not going to get money, Deb, but I‘m going to get what is sweeterâ€"revenge!" She looked at him incredulously. "Revenge! What has he ever done that you should want revenge?" She was silent for a moment, then she looked at him keenly. \ "A very great deal," he said, with a touch of contempt for her obtuseâ€" ness in his tone. ‘"Don‘t you see? The other deed will be a marriage settleâ€" ment! When the time comes to claim your rights, there will be that to back up your other proofs. He wouldn‘t be likely to make a marriage settleâ€" ment if he wasn‘t going to marry you. See,â€"Deb?" "Yes, you are a devil!" she said in a low voice. He laughed. "It comées fresh and strange to vou." he said, but I‘ve thought it all out, and it doesn‘t seem so wonderful to me. The whole affair,.. barring the disposal of . Ravenhurst for the day of the marriage, is childishly easy, and it‘s just its simplicity which, like one of your sex, is so charming." \ "I might," she said, moodily, "and what for? Will the other deed give me more money ?" "When he comes, get him to read over the deed, while you get the pen and ink. Then, just before he is goâ€" ing to sign, you must distract,his atâ€" tention and slip another paper in its place. You can manage it all right. Trust you for that." Continued from last week = His Wedded Wife â€" _j‘:::,\fia' 7 ho FOmUunUIUipUupUuiUsUSUIUdUiUiUdVIVIU| USUSUSUIUTUIUSUTIUTIUIUTIUIUTIUTIUTUT ipuitpay uit in in fino in ie i in in in i oiriat Afounicnonr Jess found the doctor there when she returned from her ride that afterâ€" noon. She had ridden some distance, and her face was slightly flushed. She looked well when, still in her habit, she entered the room, and more than lovely. The doctor was a young man, and of moderate ability. He thought at first, seeing the flush and the.palâ€" lor that followed it, that the trouble was consumption; but he found that it wasn‘t. He sent the tonic and Jess obeâ€" diently took it; but it neither brought back the light to her eyes, the flesh to her bones, or the old appetite of which Mr. Newton had been so paternally proud.. Consequently there remained the change of air to try. He thought it out. It seemed to him that what she wanted was amusement, not another country place in which there would be less to do than in Ravenhurst, and in which she would have more time to brood over her disappointed love affair. There is only one place in England where you can get amuseâ€" ment easily and in perfection,and that is London. So, a few days later, Mr. Newton at breakfastâ€"time looked across at Jess, making pretence with a "There is nothing the matter with her," he said to Mr. Newton, when Jess had been permitted to go upâ€" stairs. ‘"That is, there is nothing orâ€" ganically wrong. She is remarkably sound. You are a strong man, I should say, Mr. Newton?" "I am," said Mr. Newton, curtly. "Just so; and she has a splendid constitution, evidently. . I will send her a tonic, and if that does not prove effectual I would recommend _ a change of air." Mr. Newton set his mouth into the straight line which served as a danger signal. ' "If you suggest that Jess is â€" regrets Frank Forde‘s absence, you are quite mistaken," he said gravely. "No, I am not at all offended, and indeed I am grateful to you, Mrs. Burgess, for expressing such kindly interest in Jess. (I will send for the doctor." "She â€"she seems to have something on her mind," ventured Mrs. Burgess timidly; for even she was timid when dealing with Mr. Newton. "Do you thinkâ€"forgive me, Mr. Newton, if I seem obtrusive, but I am fond of Jess, and she has no motherâ€"do you think â€" It has been since Frank Forde Teft that sheâ€""‘ ‘"So was Hildegarde Spelican," put in Mrs. De Ponsonby. "Oh no, dear; but to give her a chance. It is the only placerin the world that I know of where people with delicate lungsâ€"especially girls "I don‘t believe Jess is in a deâ€" cline," interrupted Mrs. Burgess. ‘"I shall speak to Mr. Newton about her. She is the dearest, sweetest, most lovable. girlâ€""‘ ( ‘"What! to die?" inquired Mrs. Burgess, not sarcastically, but anxiâ€" ously, for she had grown very fond of Jess. "She reminds me of one of the Spelicans," , Nearly everything reâ€" minded her of that noble family. "A girl like Jess Newton, with her hair and eyes. She died at Davos. I would recommend Mr.: Newton to take her thereâ€"*‘ ‘ Even Mrs. DePonsonby Brown and the Burgesses were alarmed and exâ€" changed remarks. Mrs. De Ponsonby Brown declared that all girls with Jess‘s peculiar complexion and hair were delicate and given to consumpâ€" tion. She looked so ethereal, so sad, and withal so patient that the people of Ravenhurst, gentle and simple, made up their minds that she was going into a decline, and that they were going to lose herâ€"and, with her, constant supplies of beefâ€"tea, blankets, papers, and so on. She grew pale, so pale that the ordinary ivory white of her complexâ€" ion became of a transparent hue; her eyes seemed to grow larger; there were depths of unspoken suffering in them, and dark shadows under them which were painted by the hands of that grimly earnest artist, Insomnia. She had always been slim, but she gradually grew so thin that her clothâ€" esâ€"the pretty ‘"swell" clothes of which Janet was so proudâ€"became ridiculously large. \| There is an oldfashioned complaint, which indeed is so oldfashioned as to be considered by some quite extinct. But it is still extant, though not so frequent as of old.. It is called loveâ€" sickness, and Jess had it. He rose and stood. over her, his pale eyes smiling half mockingly, half threateningly into hers. She tried to meet them with a defiant refusal, but her bold, handsome eyes dropped, her mouth twitched, and her color came and went. "If T. must, E. must,‘. she said huskily. ‘"I‘m in your power." ‘"‘My dear Deb, how coarsely you put it!" he said, with a shocked air; but his smile deepened, and his lips twitched. "I‘m in your powerâ€"I know thatâ€" andâ€"and, well, I‘ll do it!" "My dear Deb, I‘m nothing: of the kind. I am only a man who is showâ€" ing a friend the way to fortune. If I have my own little interest to serve at the same time, why, so has everyâ€" body. Don‘t be:a fool!l Stretch out your hand and take the good things the gods send you; open your mouth and catch the juicy. plum which is ready to drop into it! Don‘t worry yourself about anything, but leave it all to me. You have to do just as I tell you. It‘s like playing a part in a little comedy, and you can manâ€" age it very nicely, especially if I am in the cast with you, and on the stage by your side all the time. And think of the reward!â€" Fancy yourself a Visâ€" countess, a possible Countess of Clansâ€" mere! Think of it, my dear Deb, and don‘t be a fool! Come, what do you say ?" 1 Her face paled, and her teeth came together with a click. ‘"You beast!" she muttered, furâ€" iously. : deceived him right away from the beginning." CHAPTER XXIL "ADA MARVELLE." She took it into her father‘s study, and gave it to him without a word. He looked down at it in silence for a moment or two; then he said: a "Go, by all means, dear." He paused. ‘"Youâ€"you will not see anyâ€" one else there?" "I will call this afternoon. I will leave a card" â€" she did not want to face Mr. Newton, whom she regarded as a kind of ogre, and a presumptuous one at that, to refuse his daughter to a Clansmereâ€"‘"‘and you must come and see me. Scarcely any are back yet, and I am very lonely. I cannot tell you how glad I am to see you, my dear." "And I am very glad to see you," said Jess. She did not ask after Lord Clansmere, orâ€"or anybody else; and after chatting for a few minutes, they parted. When Jess got home, she found Lady Marvelle‘s card, and on the back of it a line written: ‘*Will you come to tea with morrow? Do. "Do you think I may come and call on you â€" that your father will let you come and see me, my dear?" Jess colored, then looked down. ‘"Why not?" she replied. ‘"He â€" I shall be very pleased. We know no one in Londonâ€"I have some friends" â€"â€"she was thinking of Polly Baker, her old schoolfellow at Minerva Houseâ€" ‘"but they are at the seaside." "My dear!" she said, quite like a "common" person â€" say, a â€" carâ€" penter‘s wifeâ€"‘"I did not know you were in London!" "At Portmore Gardens; we have a flat," repliecd Jess. By this time the color had gone again, and the momenâ€" tary brightness in her eyes and voice had vanished.. Lady Marvelle checked a sigh. Lady Marvelle laid herhand on Jess‘s and pressed it, and looked up into her face with the sweetness of a tenderâ€"hearted woman who has not grown too old to sympathize with the sorrows of the young. ‘‘"We only came up a week or two ago," said Jess. "I am so glad to meet you," said Lady Marvelle. ‘"Where are you staying ?" "I will ride round at ones,". she said; and in a moment or two she was beside the carriage. "Ask Miss Newton if she will be so good as to ride round to mie," she said. A Lady Marvelle called to the coachâ€" man to stop, and sent a footman to intercept Jess. Jess started when the man came up with his message, and the eolor floodâ€" ed her face and neck. + ‘One afternoon, as she was riding along, thinking, not of the passersâ€"by and the loungers on the rail who stared at her, but of the Raven and a certain mossy bank on _ which two young people had sat and talked of their happy future, a handscinme chariâ€" ot came along the road beside the ride. An old lady, with white hair and a sad but patience face, sat in it, and she saw, with a start of sut prise, the paleâ€"faced girl who sat her handâ€" some horse so well and yet so list= lessly. The horses had been brought up, and Jess went for drives and rides in the park. There was plenty of room now in the drive and the Lady‘s Mile, and if she enjoyed anything â€"which is doubtfulâ€"she enjoyed her canters over the smooth, soft tan. Mr. Newton did not give way to despair. Time is the great healer, he reflected, and the time would come when Jess would find it impossible to go to the Gaiety without laughing with the rest. The next night Mr. Newton took her to a burlesque. Jess smiled, even laughed now and again; but presently she got tired of it, and gazed at the stage, without seeing the ~brillant crowd, or hearing the clever actors who were making the house ring with laughter. Mr. Newton kept up his heart. He took her to the.theatre on the second night; but, unfortunately, he chose the Lyceum; unfortunately because they happened to be playing "Romeo and Juliet,"" and Jess heard Bruce speaking all through Romeo‘s part; and Juliet‘s sufferings seemed. so much like her own that they made her heart ache and the tears come into her eyes. Everybody in the house who could see the box noticed the exquisâ€" itely lovely girl who looked so ethereâ€" al and delicate, and Jess, at last beâ€" coming aware of theâ€"attention she was attracting, drew back behind the curtain out of sight. Janet, who had â€"never been in London before, was in a fine state of excitement, and tried to rouse her mistress into a similar condition; but after the first day or two Jess sank back into her old lethargic indifferâ€" ence. They went up to London on the morrow, and Jess was delighted with the flat. It seemed like a house floating in the air, as she stood on the balcony outside the drawing room window and looked down the fashionâ€" able street,in which the carriages were passing, though the season was over; indeed, that shorter and more pleasant season ofi autumn was already beginâ€" ning. The flat was ~beautifully furâ€" nished, for Mr. Newton had given a well known firm carte blanche, and Jess‘s rooms were almost as dainty and luxurious as those at the Grange. Jess went round and said goodâ€"bye to her friends that afternoon.. As she passed the gates of Ravenhurst Casâ€" tle she looked at them yearningly and wistfully, and sighed. 3 "Toâ€"morrow," he said calmly. "I have made all preparations, and Janet can pack toâ€"day." Jess smiled. ; "You always do things so quickly, father!" ? ‘"Yes," he said. "It is the secretâ€" if there is oneâ€"of any success I have had."‘ i "I thought you would," he said. "I have taken a furnished flat in Kensington.‘" "And when do we go?" said Jess, with a flash of interest which brought joy to her father‘s heart. ‘"Why, yes, â€"of course, dear," she replied. ‘"You could not go without "I have some business that will keep me in London for some time, Jess. Would you like to come with me?" piece of toast, and said quietly Jess flushed, then went pale. "Notâ€"Lord Ravenhurst, if you 8 THE TIMES & GUIDE. WESTON. WEDNESDAY, MARCH 7TH, 1917 me toâ€" ‘"He has justâ€"broken out, dear," sala sauy marvell. "And when a Clansmere breaks out there is no folly, no wildness too foolish and wild for him. And other men help them! Ah! that is the worst of it!" "And Bruceâ€"heâ€"is all alone?" "Yes, dear. Alone with his grief and disappointment. And that means madness for him. Other men take their troubles quietly, and grow sullen, To be continued "They are allâ€" alike, reckless, despeâ€" rate, whenâ€"when the fit is on them. Bruce is best of his family, and nitnerto has kept quiet and straight, as they call it; but now" she wiped her eyes and sighedâ€""I knew when I saw his face, for I did not speak to himâ€"he would not come up to the carriage thought I called him â€" and he heard me â€" I knew what was happening." There was silence for a moment; then Lady Marvelle continued. Having said so much, wisely or unwisely, she must tell allâ€"or nearly all; for there were some things which could not be told to this pure, innocent girl. ‘What?" asked Jess, under her breath; but she divined dimly. "No, I am not!" said Jess. "I â€"I have leprned a great deal lately." Her sorrow had taught her something of the great mystery of life. "You must â€"must speak out, Lady Marvelle; ah! yes, you must not keep anything from me! â€" Is he very ill?" "Very, I am afraid!" said Lady Marvelie, in a hushed voice, which was as significant as her words. "He had not been to see meâ€"and he usually comes directly he comes to Londonâ€" but I saw him in the streets one night, and"â€"she paused as her voice broke â€"‘"oh, my dear, he is so dreadfully changed!" Jess held her breath. ‘"Whatâ€"how?" she‘ asked, when she could speak. "He looked the shadow and mockâ€" erysof his old self," said Lady Marâ€" velle, with a sigh. "I cannot describe him; but if you knew him as I do, if you knew what the Clansmeres are, you would understand." Lady Marvelle, touched her eyes wita her,handkerchief, for they were full of tearsâ€"tears for this poor girl as well as Bruce. v‘""My dear, it is so hard to tell you. Perhaps you would not understand, you are so young and so â€"so innoâ€" cent, and ignorant of men and the world." e "Why do you say.‘alas!‘ as ifâ€"as if there were something wrong?" she asked. ; ‘"‘The truthâ€"oh, the truth, please!" she murmured, with a little catch in her voice. "Heâ€"he is not ill!l You must tell meâ€"indeed you must!" W ‘¥es; it will be better," said Lady Marvelle, with a sigh. "You would hear sooner or later. He is too well known for you to remain in ignorâ€" anee." . / "Not ‘ very well; he â€" has â€" tlie gout,". said Lady Marvelle, ‘"and he has gone to Carlsbad." ‘"And â€"and," Jess‘s voice faltered, but she Avent on bravely, ‘"Lord Ravenhurst?" Surely she might ask after him. Lady Marvelle was silent for a moment; then she‘said in a low voice: "I am asking myself . whether I ought to tell you the truth or not." Jess raised her eyes for an instant with a quick alarm. Lady Marvelle understood. It was as if the girl‘s loving, aching heart were laid bare before her. Jess was pining for Bruce, her lover. And very naturally. And heâ€"! She sighed as she recalled the vision of that haggard face, with its bloodshot eyes, as she saw it under the street lamp. Yes, certainly, Mr. Newton had much to answer for. ‘The agony of two human hearts, and perhaps, the utter wreck of one human life." "And how is Lord Clansmere?‘ asked Jess, after a pause in the conâ€" versation, for she felt that any attempt to ignore the Earl‘s existence would be worse than a commonplace inquiry. "And you are enjoying yourself? That is right, dear! There‘s nothing like London. But you must no overâ€" do itâ€"must not go out too much all at once. Have you been quite well lately ?" Jess laughed listlessly. ‘‘Yesâ€"oh, yes; noâ€" I have not been very well." . ‘‘What has been the matter?" "I don‘t know," said Jess, looking down at her teacup. ‘"But I am better now, and shall soon be quite well." ‘"Yesâ€"and how do you like Lonâ€" don?" Lady Marvelle asked, hastenâ€" ing to change the dangerous subject. "Have you been out much ?" Jess told her of the theatres and concerts, and Lady Marvelle watched her. ‘‘You hold the teapot while I put the water in," said Lady Marvelle. "It is the only way to make good tea. A great many persons ask me where I get my tea; they say it is so good; but I get it anywhere; it «doesn‘t matter really.> It is the kettle on the fire, and the warm#teapotâ€"see, dear;, it is quite hot inside!â€"that makes the tea so nice. That is brown bread and butterâ€"the butter is sent up from the castle . farm â€"" She stopped, and looked away, but Jess smiled bravely. "They ought to make good buttér there," she said, "the meadows are so rich." Lady Marvelle, who seemed to fit into the picture x\nade by the cosy room as if she had been designed for it, or it for her, received Jess with gentle welcome, and drawing her toâ€" ward her, kissed her affectionately. Jess had hard work to keep the tears from her eyes; but managed it, and Lady Marvelle put her into a comfortâ€" able saddlebag chair, and insisted upon her taking off her hat. ‘‘Nc one will come in," she said. "I have said ‘Not at home‘ to any callers. And we will make our own tea. I am rather fond of dispensing with servants; we rely too much upon them, don‘t you think, dear?" Jess assented. She knew that this highâ€"porn artistocrat was trying all she knew to be kind and loving, and Jess‘s heart went out to her. Jess went round to Lady Mai e‘s house in Manchester Square th, xt day. The house was small, bu® the epitome of comfort and refinement, and seemed to Jess to be pervaded by the spirit of the gentle, loving old lady. She found her in a tiny boudoir of satinâ€"wood and blue satin.. The day was rather chilly, and a fire was burning in the bronze grate, and a copper kettie was on the hob, with a tea service in a delicious little nook in a corner of the fireplace. THE TIMES AND GUIDE DEPARTMENT OF FINANCE, OTTAWA, OCTOBER 7th, 1916. 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