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by himself. He climbed almost to the moistened the tips of his fingers at his summit of a neighboring mound, and lips. stopped suddenly, with his face uplifted, The Malgamiters moved forward, and as if smelling something. Like many White followed them. They took up a short - sighted persons, he had a keen position in a hollow a few yards away scent. In a few minutes he came back from the foot-path by which Cornish again.

must pass. One of their number remained "I have found them,” he whispered to behind, crouching on a mound, and evi: Mrs. Vansittart and Dorothy. "Smelt dently reporting progress to his compan'em-like sealing-wax. Eleven of them, ions below. When Cornish was within waiting there for Cornish," and he smiled a hundred yards of the ambush, White with a sort of boyish glee.

suddenly ran up the bank, and lifting ** What are you going to do?" whis- this man bodily, threw him down among pered Mrs. Vansittart.

his comrades. He followed this vigorous " Thump them,” he answered, and attack by charging down into the conpresently went back to his post of obser- fused mass. In a few moments the Malvation. Uncle Ben had fallen asleep, gamiters streamed away across the sand and the two women stood side by side hills like a pack of hounds, though purwaiting in the moonlight. It was chilly, sued and not pursuing. They left some and a keen wind swept in from the sea. of their number on the sand behind Dorothy shivered. They could still hear them, for White was a hard hitter. certain notes of certain instruments in “Give it to them, Tony!" White cried, the band of the Scheveningen Kurhaus, with a certain ring of exultation in his nearly two miles away. It was strange voice. “ Knock 'em down as they come !" to be within sound of such evidences of For there was only one path, and the civilization, and yet in such a lonely Malgamiters had to run the gauntlet of spot-strange to reflect that eleven men Tony Cornish, who knocked some of them were waiting within a few yards of them over neatly enough as they passed, selectto murder one. And yet they could safe- ing the big ones, and letting the others ly have carried out their intention, and go free. He knew them by the smell of have scraped a hole in the sand to hide their clothes, and guessed their intention his body, in the certainty that it would readily enough. never be found; for these dunes are a It was a strange scene, and one that miniature Desert of Sahara, where no- left the two women, watching it, breaththing bids men leave the beaten patlıs, where certain hollows have probably “Oh, I wish I were a man!” exclaimed never been trodden by the foot of man, Mrs. Vansittart, with clenched fists. and where the ever-drifting sand slowly They hurried toward Cornish and accumulates-a very abomination of des- White, who were now alone on the path. olation.

White had rolled up his sleeve, and was At length White rose to his feet agilely tying his handkerchief round his arm enough, and crept to the brow of the dune. with his other hand and his teeth. The men were evidently moving. Mrs. "It is nothing," he said. “ One of the Vansittart and Dorothy ascended the bank devils had a knife. Must get my sleeve to the spot just vacated by White.

mended to-morrow." Only a few dozen yards away they could see the black forms of the Malgamiters grouped together under the covert of a low hillock. Hidden from their

" Prends moy telle que je suy," sight, Major White was slowly stalking them.

WHEN Major White came down to Dorothy touched Mrs. Vansittart's arm, breakfast at his hotel the next morning, and pointed silently in the direction of he found the large room deserted and the Scheveningen. A man was approaching, windows thrown open to the sun and the alone, across the silvery sand hills. It garden. He was selecting a table, when was Tony Cornish, walking into the trap a step on the veranda made him look up. laid for him. Major White saw him also, Standing in the window, framed, as it and thinking himself unobserved, or from were, by sunshine and trees, was Marmere habit acquired among his men, he guerite Wade, in a white dress, with de

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mure lips, and the complexion of a wild guerite, sitting down at a small table rose. She was the incarnation of youth where breakfast had been laid for two. --of that spring-time of life of which the A man looks on at things going--well, sight tugs at the strings of older hearts; to the dogs-and smokes and thinks it for surely that is the only part of life isn't his business. A woman thinks the which is really and honestly worth the whole world is her business." living.

“So it is, in a sense—it is her doing, at Marguerite came forward and shook all events.” hands gravely. Major White's left eye- Marguerite had turned to beckon to the brow quivered for a moment in indica- waiter, and she paused to look back over tion of his usual mild surprise at life and her shoulder with shrewd, clear eyes. its changing surface.

"Ah!" she said, mystically. Then she “Feeling pretty – bobbish ?" inquired addressed herself to the waiter, calling Marguerite, earnestly.

him “Kellner," and speaking to him in White's eyebrow went right up and his German, in the full assurance that it glass fell. “Fairly bobbish, thank you," would be his native tongue. he answered, looking at her with stupen- “I have told him," she explained to dous gravity.

White, "to bring your little coffee-pot “You look all right, you know." and your little milk-jug and your little

You should never judge by appear- pat of butter to this table." ances,” said White, with a fatherly sever- “So I understood." ity.

“Ah! Then you know German?" inMarguerite pursed up her lips and look- quired Marguerite, with another doubtful ed his stalwart frame up and down in glance. silence. Then she suddenly lapsed into “I get twopence a day extra pay for her most confidential manner, like a knowing German." schoolgirl telling her bosom friend, for Marguerite paused in her selection of a the moment, all the truth and more than breakfast roll from a silver basket conthe truth.

taining that Continental choice of breads “You are surprised to see me here; which look so different and taste so much thought you would be, you know. I alike. knew you were in the hotel-saw your “Seems to me," she said, confidentially, boots outside your door last night-knew that you know more than you appear they must be yours.

You went to bed to know." very early."

"Not such a fool as I look, in fact." "I have two pair of boots," replied the “That is about the size of it,” admitted Major, darkly.

Marguerite, gravely. “Tony always says * Well, to tell you the truth, I have that the world sees more than any one brought papa across. Tony wrote for him suspects. Perhaps he is right.” to come, and I knew papa would be no And both happening to look up at this use by himself, so I came. I told you moment, their glances met across the little long ago that the Malgamite scheme was table. up a gum-tree, and that seems to be pre- * Tony often is right," said Major cisely where you are."

White. "Precisely."

There was a pause, during which MarAnd so I have come over, and papa guerite attended to the two small coffeeand I are going to put things straight." pots for which she had such a youthful “I shouldn't, if I were you."

and outspoken contempt. The privileges “Shouldn't what?" inquired Margue- of her sex were still new enough to her rite.

to afford a certain pleasure in pouring "Shouldn't put other people's affairs out beverages for other people to drink. straight. It does not pay, especially if “Why is Tony so fond of the Hague ? other people bappen to be up a gum-tree Who is Mrs. Vansittart?” she asked, with-make yourself all sticky, you know." out looking up.

Marguerite looked at him doubtfully. Major White looked stolidly out of the “Ah!" she said. “That's what-is it?" open window for a few moments before “That's what," admitted Major White. answering.

"That is the difference, I suppose, be- “Two questions don't make an tween a man and a woman,” said Mar- swer.”



"Not these two questions?" asked Mar- chambermaids always burst into your guerite, with a sudden laugh.

room if you ring the bell, whether the "No; Mrs. Vansittart is a widow, young, door is locked or not. He is nothing and what they usually call 'charming,' I if not respectable, poor old dear--would believe. She is clever, yes, very clever; give points to any bishop in the land.” and she was, I suppose, fond of Vansit- As she spoke her father came into the tart; and that is the whole story, I take room, looking, as his daughter had stated, it."

eminently British and respectable. He “Not exactly a cheery story."

shook hands with Major White, and "No true stories are," returned the seemed pleased to see him. The Major Major, gravely.

was, in truth, a man after his own heart, But Marguerite shook her head. In and one whom he looked upon as solid. her wisdom—that huge wisdom of life as For Mr. Wade belonged to a solid generaseen from the threshold—she did not be- tion that liked the andante of life to be lieve Mrs. Vansittart's story.

played in good heavy chords, and looked ** Yes, but novelists and people take a with suspicious eyes upon brilliancy of true story and patch it up at the end. execution or lightness of touch. Perhaps most people do that with their “I have had a note from Cornish," he lives, you know; perhaps Mrs. Vansit- said, “who suggests a meeting at this tart-"

hotel this afternoon to discuss our future “Won't do that,” said the Major, star- action. The other side have, it appears, ing in a stupid way out of the window written to Lord Ferriby to come over to with vacant, short-sighted eyes. "Not the Hague.” There had in Mr. Wade's life even if Tony suggested it, which he won't usually been that “other side," which he

had treated with a good honest respect so “ You mean that Tony is not a patch long as they proved themselves worthy upon the late Mr. Vansittart—that is what of it, but which he crushed the moment you mean," said Marguerite, condescend- they forgot themselves. For there was ingly. “Then why does he stay in the in this British banker a vast spirit of Hague?"

honest, open antagonism, by which he Major White shrugged his shoulders and his likes have built up a scattered and lapsed into a stolid silence, broken empire on this planet. “At three o'clock," only by a demand made presently by he concluded, lifting the cover of a silver Marguerite to the waiter for more bread dish which Marguerite had sent back to and more butter. She looked at her com- the kitchen awaiting her father's arrival. panion once or twice, and it is perhaps “And what will you do, my dear?" he not astonishing that she again concluded said, turning to her. that he must be as dense as he looked. I ?” replied Marguerite, who always It is a mistake that many of her sex have knew her own mind. “I will take a carmade regarding men.

riage and drive down to the Villa des “Do you know Miss Roden?” she asked, Dunes, to see Dorothy Roden. I have a suddenly. “I have heard a good deal note for her from Joan.” about her from Joan."

And Mr. Wade turned to his breakfast “ Yes."

with an appetite in no way diminished by “Is she pretty?"

the knowledge that the other side" were "Yes.”

about to take action. “Very pretty ?" persisted Marguerite. At three o'clock the carriage was await

“Yes," replied the Major. And they ing Marguerite at the door of the hotel, continued their breakfast in silence. but for some reason Marguerite lingered

Marguerite appeared to have something in the porch, asking questions, and absoto think about. Major White was in the lutely refusing to drive all the way to habit of stating that he never thought, Scheveningen by the side of the Queen's and certainly appearances bore him out. Canal.” When at length she turned to

"Your father is late," he said at get in, Tony Cornish was coming across length.

the Toornoifeld under the trees; for the "Yes," answered Marguerite, with a Hague is the shadiest city in the world, gay laugh. “Because he was afraid to with forest trees growing amid its great ring the bell for hot water. Papa has a houses. rooted British conviction that Continental "Ah!" said Marguerite, holding out


her hand. You see I have come across thing of potassium? I nearly made a to give you all a leg-up. Seems to me great discovery then, mein Herr.” we are going to have rather a spree." "You nearly made the greatest discovery

“The spree,” replied Cornish, with his of all, Fräulein. Yes, I remember nowlight laugh, “has already begun."

Fräulein Wade." Marguerite drove away towards the “Yes, I am Marguerite Wade," she Hague wood, and disappeared among the answered, looking at him with a little transparent green shadows of that won- frown, “but I can't remember your derful forest. The man had been in

You were always Herr Professor. structed to take her to the Villa des Dunes And we never called anything by its right by way of the Leyden Road, making a name in the chemistry classes, you know; round in the woods. It was at a point that was part of the — er — trick. We near the farthest outskirts of the forest called water H.2, or something like that. that Marguerite suddenly turned at the We called you J.H.U., Herr Professor.” sight of a man sitting upon a bench at “What does that mean, Fräulein?” the road-side reading a sheet of paper. "Jolly hard up," returned Marguerite,

"That," she said to herself, is the with a laugh, which suddenly gave place, Herr Professor-but I cannot remember with a bewildering rapidity, to a confihis name.”

dential gravity. “You were poor then, Marguerite was naturally a sociable mein Herr.” person. Indeed a woman usually stops “I have always been poor, Fräulein, an old and half-forgotten acquaintance, until now." while men are accustomed to let such by- But Marguerite's mind had flown to gones go. She told the driver to turn other things. She was looking at him round and drive back again. The man again with a frown of concentration. upon the bench had scarce looked up as “I am beginning to remember your she passed. He had the air of a German, name," she said. "Is it not strange how which suggestion was accentuated by the a name comes back with a face? And solitude of his position and the poetic sur- I had quite forgotten both your face roundings which he had selected. A and your name, Herr.... Herr .... von German, be it recorded to his credit, has Holz".--she broke off, and stepped back a keen sense of the beauties of nature, from him-“von Holzen,” she said, slowand would rather drink his beer before a ly. “Then you are the Malgamite man?” fine outlook than in a comfortable chair “Yes, Fräulein," he answered, with his in-doors. When Marguerite returned,this grave smile, “I am the Malgamite man." man looked up again with the absorbed Marguerite looked at him with a sort air of one repeating something in his of wonder, for she knew enough of the mind. When he perceived that she was Malgamite scheme to realize that this was undoubtedly coming towards himself, he a man who ruled all that came near him, stood up with heels clapped together, and against whom her own father, and Tony took off his hat. He was a small, square- Cornish, and Major White, and Mrs. Vanbuilt man, with upright hair turning to sittart, had been able to do nothing-who gray, and a quiet, thoughtful, clean-sha- in the face of all opposition continued ven face. His attitude and indeed his calmly to make Malgamite, and sell it daily person dimly suggested some pictures that to the world at a preposterous profit, and have been painted of the great Napoleon. at the cost only of men's lives. His measuring glance-as if the eyes were “And you, Fräulein, are the daughter weighing the face it looked upon-dis- of Mr. Wade the banker?” tinctly suggested his great prototype.

"Yes," she answered, feeling suddenly “You do not remember me, Herr Pro- that she was a schoolgirl again, standfessor," said Marguerite, holding out hering before her master. hand with a frank laugh. “You have And why are you in the Hague?” forgotten Dresden and the chemistry "Oh," replied Marguerite, hesitating classes at Fräulein Weber's?"

for perhaps the first time in her life, “to “No, Fräulein; I remember those class- enlarge our minds, mein Herr." es," the professor answered, with a grave She was looking at the paper he held bow.

in his hand, and he saw the direction of " And you remember the girl who her glance. In response, he laughed quietdropped the sulphuric acid into the some- ly and held it out towards her.

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