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i The Kin 0000 0000 Seraania, 1 CHAPTER XIII. OSE made a mental note of the name, resolved to try later to discover the address ot this remarkable Scotchman; for she •was particularly anxious to re-establish communication between the exiled king and hie friends. The day trent on without Incident until late in the afternoon, when a knock at the door announced Mr. Silchester, who entered, dressed, as If for a journey. He approached the sick man with many softly uttered words of inquiry and kindness, begged him to excuse hi3 apparent neglect, in not having called earlier in the day, regretted that he was obliged to go away hurriedly on business which would keep him in London for some days, and finally commended blm heartily to the care of this kind, good Mrs. Revel, who would, Mr. Silchester felt sure, continue to bestow upon him the same faithful care and devotion which she had already shown. All this the suave gentleman babbled out in a pleasantly soft and musical voice, without seeming in the least affected by ihe cold silence maintained by the person whom he was addressing. 'At last, however, he turned, with an almost imperceptible knitting of the brows, to the nurse. "I have to Btart almost immediately, he said. "I have been summoned away hurriedly. Am I asking too great a favor if I request you to be kind enough to help me a little in the last throes of my packing? Your lady fingers will be neater than mine. Would you kindly finish what I have left undone while I go as far as the postofflce to make some inquiries?" "Certainly, sir," said Rose, who instantly made up her mind that Mr. Silchester's unexpected request had some deeper-lying motive than that which he offered. The traveler slanced deprecating at the patient on the bed and gently shrugged his shoulders. "I am afraid I only disturb him," he said, in a subdued tone of regret, to Rose. "He can think of nothing but this little boy he says he has lost. Listen as well as you can to the ravings he sometimes utters; by piecing them together we may be able to find out something about him, and to help him if we cLn." "Yes, oir," said Rose with assumed docility, as she followed Mr. Silchester out of the room. He left her at once, only reiterating his thanks for her kindness, as he pushed open the door of his room and showed her part of the contents of his portmanteau strewn about the floor. Rose entered the apartment and set about packing without delay. There was not much to do, and nothing to note except the delicate fineness of the linen and such pretty fopperies as gold- backed hair brushes and razors with tortoise-shell handles. When she had finished packing the portmanteau, the leather-covered box which had so greatly excited her curiosity caught her eye. The locks were unfastened. Rose lifted the lid with her heart beating fast. Inside was a second lid, perforated like the outer one, and fastened by a snap and buckle. She undid this, lifted the lid and looked in. The box was divided Into two compartments, each of. which contained—a hat. Rose took them out, found that there was absolutely nothing besides in either compartment, and replaced them with a smile of great •hrewdness. "That was why he wanted me to do his packing!" said she to herself, with an odd sense of rising enjoyment of this exciting game of mystification. "I w«* to find out that this leather box contained nothing but hats. So now he has succeeded in convincing me that it \was made for some entirely different purpose." She raised the box in her arms, and discovered that it was considerably less heavy than it had been the pre- .Tious day. She further found that, one hat being smaller than the other, both could be placed in the same compartment, leaving the second free. Having stimulated her curiosity tenfold by these discoveries. Rose, seeing that she could for the present learn ao more, put i the box as she had found it and returned to her patient's room. She had not been there five minutes when again IMr. Silchester's light tap-tap was heard at the door, and putties his head in,' he beckoned her out into the corridor. The 'boots' was taking his portmanteau 'downstairs, but Rose did not see the leather-covered box. Mr. Silchestei tejc} out a cracious hs~i "Good-bYe, maflam,^ ibr tie prewnt," he said, beaming upon Rose as she rather reluctantly shook hands. "I shall return In a day or two, and by that time I expert that our unfortunate ? patient may be able to give us more definite details as to who he is and who his friends are. Remember, whatever i.e says you are to treasure up in your mind and report to me. As for paj-- ixent, you shall not haT« reason to •omplain. And that you may believe this, here is something to go on with •ntil I return." Into Row's hand he tried to slip a fceavy Htti« packet, but she drew back ami It fell to tfc« .ground wit* IL drinking sound. Mr. SUchester •looped to pick It up wtta a Uttk mocking laugh. "Ha, ha! Afraid, are we? Surely, my child, you are old enough to know ttiat gold is worth all the risks it can bring?" Rose took the packet in a limp, reluctant hand, afraid to refuse it a second time. But as Mr. Silchester, with i. sort of faint echo of his laugh to him- gelf, disappeared at the end of the corridor, she went back into the sick-room a&d threw the money into a cupboard by the side of the fireplace. The patient, lying, as usual, with closed eyes, looked round quickly. "WbjLt was that?" he asked. Rose, making a strong effort to subdue her excitement, gave him full particulars of the events of the morning and of -her last interview 'with Mr. Silchester. The exiled king seemed to pay but little attention to her account of the mysterious leather box, but to her surprise, when she came to her first rejection of the money, his face assumed an expression of cynical contempt, followed by doubt. "How much did he offer you?" he asked. "I don't know. I threw it into the cupboard just now." "Let me see it." Rose opened the cupboard, and taking out the despised packet, laid it on the bed. The exile opened it, and, pouring out a little stream of gold, counted the pieces with interest and almost tender regard. "Here are thirty pounds," said h*. "This, then," he added musingly, "may be looked upon, I suppose, as the present market-price of a king—" "But, sir," interrupted Rose, in eager pleading, "I am sure you know that I would not take it on any account. I only pretended to for fear of rousing his suspicion," The king looked anxious rather than reassured. "But, why not?" said he. "I believe you, for nothing would have been easier than to hide from me the fact that you had received this money. But I grieve rather th&'n rejoice. For, if you are so foolish as not to value the devil's best gift, how can you be wise enough to protect my boy from such craity enemies as he will hav«7'~ "But, sir, the money was given to buy my services against you. It would have been dishonest to take payment for a service [ did not mean to perform." "I am disappointed in you," said the king. "I thought you were a woman who could fight the devil with the devil's weapons." "Perhaps, sir, you may not have to be disappointed in me after all. And if I am willing to fight his black majesty in a very determined manner, you will not complain if I carry on the warfare in my own way," The kiug looked at her earnestly before he answered; looked at the flashing black eyes, bright with daring and determination, staring before her with unmistakable honesty of purpose, and with the far-away expression of stimulated imagination; looked at the well- cut mouth, which had full, tender curves, but which closed in a straight, firm line indicative of her resolute character. "You begin to believe now, then, that I have not paid you for services which are imaginary only?" "I believe, sir,» answered Rose with a troubled expression, "that I may perhaps be able to sierve you by putting you in communication with some of your friends, and I am resolved to do so if I can." But he read in her face that she was prepared for a great deal more than this, and he presently sank back, satisfied. By-and-bye the doctor came. He was a youngish man, and did not give, to the experienced eyes of the nurse, many signs of special capacity or intelligence. He was quite right in pronouncing the sprained ankle as a slight affair, and in expressing the opinion that the patient need not keep entirely to his bed: but he seemed scarcely to notice the black depression under which the invalid was laboring, and was much more interested in trying to discover when Mr. Silchester, who had evidently impressed him greatly, would return. "In a day or two, so he told me." said Rose coldly, as she accompanied the doctor to the door. "Ah. well, I shall be looking in again, and hope I shall meet him. One of the j most agreeable men I ever met; don't j you think so?" I "Until I have made the acquaintance j of the rest of the men you have met, I 'I'm afraid I cannot give an opinion," said Rose with scant civility. She had looked forward to the visit of the doctor, hoping to find in him a person to whom she could confide some of her perplexities; and she could not keep her disappointment out of her tone and manner, especially as the 3'oung practitioner had shown more than the j usual amount of suspicion which the first sight of her beetle-brows alwayt raised. ••'Wn'en he iad gone she returned to til* bedside, and asked her patient' whether he; would like to take advantage ot the doctor's permission to get up for a little while. The exiled king, who had not one* In the course of the day lost any of his melancholy, shook his head. "No," he answered, in a low voioe, "I shall stay here to lie end." Hose grew ijapatltnt. The -obstinate old tuingr were to net \ self tailing Into a'sort or numn slupo* heart, though she did not let th«n ri* j In which she seemed to hear her com- to her Hp«. ' pauion's voice quite faintly. don't see what-reason you ca» ! Alter a few minutes Rose got up "I HAT* for fear. sir. now that Mr. SU- ehester Has gone away. At least 70* might rest in peace until he comes back agcin." The king turned upon her ey«s full of despondent prophecy. quickly, and muttering a hasty apology to the girl about neglecting her patient, tett tha r»MB. and hurried toward th« stall*. Sli« was possessed bj a great dread that something had happened to the sick man, and, as she ran up- 'How do you know whether he has ' stairs, her knees trembled, ami sise «•gone away?" he asked significantly. j preached herself violently to:: having "One of the chamberm£iids told me j consented to leave him even for the that he had left some oi! his things locked in the dressing-room, till he returns." "But you do not know how soon that will be. His master likes his work done quickly." CHAPTER XIV. OS5 oogan to think t h a constant short time she had done. Of course i these feelings were the result of her j fancy that she had seen Mr. Silchester pass through the hall. But yet she was so far from really believing that the sight had been a reality that when she drew near the room where she had left the exiled king, and saw the door gently open, she turned sick with a horrible surprise, and half stumbling against the wall waited, almost in a crouching brooding over his attitude, for the appearance of the man misfortunes was at ! s he dreaded. She could almost have cried, "Quick! Make haste!" so great was her impatience, so long did the in- last affecting his brain. She made the candles and no answer, and her patient also relapsing into silence, they passed a long time without further conversation. She had lighted remained in her usual place by the lire, occupied alternate!? by ponderings on her strange compact, its effect on her sister's life and her own, and the mysterious case under her charge. At half-past five she brought him some tea and an egg, and, *» usual, had to exercise all her powers of persuasion to Induce him to eat It. When she* had carried away the tray and reached the door with it, he stopped her, calling to her in a firmer and ; stronger voice than she had yet heard him use. "Are you going downstairs, nurse?" "Only to take this tray down, sir, and to speak to the manageress about sending up something you would like at eight o'clock." "You need not trouble to do that, I shall want nothing more. But go down and have your tea downstairs. You want change from this dull room, and I feel inclined ".o sleep." Rose hesitated. He looked a little better; his face had lost some of its deadly pallor, he spoke in a more natural voice. But she did not like to leave him. "You can go, don't be afraid. I have had some reassuring thought this afternoon, and I think I am getting better." He made her a kindly gesture of dismissal, and Rose, not quite satisfied, but unable to give a reason for her feeling of uneasiness, slowly left the room and went downstairs. She hesitated for a few minutes on reaching the ground floor, and then, opening the door of the coffee room, she glanced round it, and was immediately attracted by the figure of a gentleman in one of the far corners whose face was completely hidden by the newspaper which he was reading. Rose could scarcely tell how she recognized him, but she withdrew, convinced that this was the man whom she had seen, on her arrival at the hotel, meet the gentleman whom she had since known as Mr. Silchester in a mysterious manner on the staircase. She was somewhat disturbed by this discovery, for the case in which she was engaged was so full of mysteries that every small circumstance wnich could be in any way connected with it afforded food for fresh fears. Rose then went to the office, gave some directions to the person she found in charge there, and was invited by her to have tea in the manageress' private room. This deputy was a young woman of about eight-and-twenty, with a worn but beautiful face and brusque, im- •pulsive manners. She had "taken a fancy to the nurse," as she expressed it; and Rose found it easy to discover, by leading her fluent chatter in the right direction, what was known at the hotel about Mr. Silchester. This proved to be a little more than she had expected. iHe had been there a good many times, always left suddenly, and was understood to be a London solicitor, whose business took him much abroad. "At first we took him for ji commercial, because he often hired the use of a cupboard, or of the little dressing- room, in the room he generally has, to keep some of his luggage in. But he's too much of a swell for that, and then somebody came who'd seen him in London, and he says he thinks he is a lawyer and lives in Lincoln's Inn Fields." Rose listened to all this attentively, but it did not help her much, for she felt convinced that Mr. Silchester was too confidential on the one hand, and too mysterious on the other, for a solicitor. Wliile her informant still chattered on, and Rose was framing a. question concerning the other gentleman who had roused her curiosity, she suddenly fancied that she saw, through the open door which led into the office', Mr. Silchester, in. the distance, pass quickly through the hall in the direction of the staircase. She started un with an p-snressjon of Tace'which drew Tor'tn a~rfttte scream from her voluble companion. "Whatever is the matter?" asked she. A delicate regard for grammar was not one of the pretty young woman's strong points. "Did you not see some one pass?" asked Rose, trying to hide an emotion, a terror she could not. account for. "No," answered the other in great surprise. "I didn't see any one. And I don't see how I could have helped string anybody who passed, as I'm right opposite the door and watching all the time. Who did yon think it was'? Why were you frightened?" "Oh. I don't know. I wasn't exactly frightened, but—oh, I was going to ask whether any friends of Mr. Silchester's ever meet him here?" "Not that I know of." Sh« chattered on, but said nothing else of Interwt to i, who tried to listen, Jmt foundhft terval seem between her first sight of the moving door and the approach of the person behind it. As she expected, as she knew, it was Mr. Silchester. He came out almost without a sound and it seemed to Rose's wide eyes, that there was a new expression on his enigmatical face. She caught sight at once of something he held in his left hand, and gazed upon it with a fascinated stare of interest so keen that she felt the one deepest need of her soul was tc know what was inside it. He stopped short at aight of her, and at the same moment she sprang forward. He was too quick for her. At the moment when her outstretched hand would have touched his mysterious burden, with a dexterous movement he put it behind his back. As he did so, Rose, whose eyes followed it closely, saw that the parcel looked like a small bundle ol coarse sacking. Mr. Silchester seized both her hands in his right so nimbly that she was for the moment cowed by a sense of utter powerlessness. He laughed softly, and said not at all unkindly: "Oh, Mother Eve, what .have you not to answer for? Mrs. Revel, curiosity is a bad quality for such work as you have to do!" "Let me go! I want to go in—to my patient!" said Rose hoarsely, her deep voice ringing through the corridor. "Certainly, certainly. Your patient should be your first care. Good-bye Mrs. Revel; your method of nursing suits me admirably. I shall use your services again." She did not answer. Her tongue seemed paralyzed withhorror. She stood Immovable for a moment, saw Mr. Silchester enter the adjoining room—the one he had used, and watched for his reappearance with a dull mind. She was startled into movement by a faint, stifled cry from her patient's room. Shuddering, cold, almost incapable of dragging her leaden limbs along, she turned to the door. For the cry was one of agony. [TO BE COXT1NTED.] A NOVEL SUPPER. And They Never Could Have Had It Before They Were Married. "There is a vast difference between one's point of view before and after marriage,'' observed a well known man about town to a reporter a few days ago. "How so?" "Well, you see, a person poes in for common sense after marriage, while bei fore that eventful period everything is regulated according to the popular idea of -what is good form. My wife and I were speaking; of it last evening. Wo had been to the theater, and after the performance I took her to a nearby cafe. Establishing ourselves at a corner table —we have only been married a year— my wife and I each took up a bill of fare and glanced down the long list of glorious iudigestibles. Separately we frowned at the menu for several minutes, and then my wife looked up and exclaimed, with the tone of confidence that denotes a brilliant idea: " 'Jack, do you know what I want?' " 'Not ice cream, I hope, or any ice cold drink.' I replied, with a shiver. "'No. indeed,' laughed my wife. 'Guess again. 1 "'Well, let me see,' I ruminated. 'I have known you to do away •with a good sized New burg, a rabbit, an oyster patty and a chicken terrapin at odd times, but somehow I don't feel equal to any of these tonight. I want something just warm and comfortablelike.' " 'My case exactly.' agreed my wife. 'Let rne give the order, and promise not to laugh.' "When the waiter approached otsr table, I was all ears to bear what my wife would spring upon me in the way of an order. The waiter looked surprised and I looked amused when niy -wife said, trying to sxinimou forrh an excuse of dignity. 'Hoc chocolate and buttered toast for two.' "By Jove, it vcas great! The chocolate was ster-mias hot in a jolly little pot, and \vhen I lifted the cover from the hot silver plstter there was the most delicious, golden brown, striped tcast that sent up a fragrance of butter and crispness enough to warm the cockles of your heart. "My wife gave a contented little chnckle as she ponred oni the chocolate, remarking at the same rime: 'Wasn't il a happy idea. Jack? Now well be as cozy as possible, Bnt wouldn't some of che girls laugh to see yon treating me to snch a supper as this? Glad nobody is here 'ive know,' glancing about. "Just; at that moment the door opened, and in •walked one of my wife's best friends. We both knew her to be a stickler as to the proper sort of food for the varions meals of the day. Our break- fastliie order .would hardly be in her line for'an after'the theater (rapper. With the young lady was a yonng man from Baltimore, and he selected ft table nest to ours. I knew him to be possessed of a long ancestry and a short cash account. However, in obedience to the laws of custom, the usual 'hoc bird and cold bottle' were ordered, with the aftermath of salad, ices and cordial. " The Baltimore man had come over to see his fair friend, and he considered it the proper thing to give her a fine snpper after the theawr. Of course he could not afford ic. Probably they agreed, upon seeing our repast, that with marriage oar tastes had deteriorated, but I leave it with you as to which couple had the better time. No. sir, a man cannot afford the courage of his own convictions before marriage for fear of what some girl may think of him. It takes married people to be independent and correspondingly happy and sensible."—Washington Star. Her Dignity. An essay could be written on "The Cable Car as a Social Leveler." This is the true story of a certain young woman who got on an up town csir at Eighteenth street. It was nearly dusk and the luatiuee crowd was on its way home. The youug woman was well dressed and carried her head \vith a scornful tilt. Dignity exuded from every pore. She took up her position at the door at the front of the car. The platform was crowded and the wind blew cold and raw in the faces of the squeezed and patient passengers as the car jolted along. At every block fresh installments of chilled proinenaders fought their way into the car. The dignified girl was forced out of the doorway into the teeth of the breeze. Her arms were pinioned to her sides and her protesting looks were unheeded or unseen. Finally she could stand it no longer. 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