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♦ [By Charles Proctor.] (Continued from Saturday's Issue.) VIII. "the traitor." Tho party was n great success, and it >chieved its object, for it made Marion .Wget her troubles for a time and transformed her from a pale, sad-eyed, pensivo creature, into a Hricht, glowing, and boau'ie'rd air!. There were seven men, ail ■"■sve(J (Mark ,'kimnson and Leslie l fVroakspear wpw the veterans of the party, and they wore only ?5b ail unconventional and in the best of spit-it*—and all gentlemen in tho host sense of fin' word. .Marian v.'as made to fool a r her oaf* 1 at onoo—made to feel that ehe was '>nc of the i irrle ;>f :'Oi d comrades, not merely an .•mnlovee or an • >ur^.iii<-r. Tt brought, back happy memories to si'- and listen to tlv discretions wago;:; over l lie teacups, to the go-"^-tampered banter run whole-hearted l.iu[»!>t hru-k momoiics of inanv a happy evenine. in f V little house in Manchester. Mights when she had presided over the teai'.'t as sho was doing now. for !'!«'■'" father had loved to gather yonn-z men around him. loved to -expound ids views to them di.-eu?.-e<l. flis house had .alwevs been to some extent 'Tdhertv Hal!." a reed-zvet-s end a refuse. .old to Marion it we- no now experience t > He tiro ordy lady of a compan v. ' Art" was tire ehiof top;.- of fOm'fi'?;iHon-■•'• shop " perhaps, much of it. bur. interesting "shop" to Marion, who had always been interested in art in a. broad sew'—and r ep-e of the?e artists knew how ] to taik. ard h~d ro regard for established reputations and " name,--." More than ; onee Marion found heiself laden upon 10 , Prrpress an opinion. and »,is listened to, a? if she were an irnelo, although she kept. : to yjiv ground and refu.-vd p, be drawn i int.- a disenssion on " merle'df.." j '• How can I say when I have never I "vu anv of youv node?" she asked, tough- ! •nrr'y. "'her. Oermoct appealed to her onee i ;,. side with him when ho was chaffed | about his " iniprrssionisrie " studies. I "Never s ~oa* any of my work''" e.jam- ; '<:e<' Demiotf. "And this is fame! You ?haTI ?ee my masterpiece '."-a ,r 'miir. My • Hoar Miss yon must not l.ise 1 another day Have not seen any of my work—our work -and there >-■ more gonitis iti this building than in the whole of Burlington House' \\\e shall nop*, of lis be i satisfied until you have <ha:e a round of the studios it, tins hj >me for geniuses and rriven wa ajt opportunity of forcing you to admire out liases." " Yes. von must cei-tainlv siv Dermott's i latest. Miss Lancaster " jamtlied Mark | Sampfon. "it is fanny without Till- ! rar." t -_ Philistin-!" ejaculat.'d Deme-lt. : ' have ro s~ul. and .=-•.• only a dab of ! aaint where I see. a vision. Ibit bow ran ; •myono expect a man v.'h:-> writes sen.-a-.-ional fiction to liave a son! for art and an ■ A v<' for betiTirv." " r sha.ll bc"o,dv ;•"-» pleased to ' d > the ' round of the .studios'- as ;.o t i called it- i if I may, i\r<} ,-t-o wlint you all <lo," said Marion. "Ho. f.anca-ter," chorused Her : mott. O'Ktmrke. and Howland " But let , me kn->•.'.' w h.~-v. y-.u'ro t-uiMiur," added t"r'r:our!'e\ " ?o r [ work in my phirt- ; jde-eves and without a. collar, and am no fit sii'iit for any lady. And don't disturb I'i:-.'ak-:pear when he's wnrkin_'. Miss Lan- ] t-arfer. or, faith! yut'li think your last hour lias come. Nobody know? bis nretbods; but if you knock "at his door • '■vhen he's busy you'll srcol! brimstone." Leslie Th-eakspear lantrherl en'mly. He i was. n-s has been mentioned, about o5 i yoars of ace, and the oldest man of the tircie. Thin almost to he was a. little over tho average heiirht, ro'ind-fho-uldered, with, a thin, lows neck—em- j pha-sised by a. very low collar —that j j-eemed too frail a pillar to support th<: ] massive, Fplerididly-propnrtionod head. - His close-cropp..(l hair was black as jet ; his eyes, too. seemed almost black, and were exceedingly bright: while in eon-, trnst his clean-shaven face was white, as j . new ivory. His face was thin, lint his ! features were perfect, almost classical. | with sensitive mouth and well-chise!!ed i ; chin. Tt seemed as if Nature, havine- I , designed a. head that have praced j : mise'ha.T'.ee to place it en th? puny body \ >i a starved student. ' ■ "I can't work whe.n thevo i.s anyone ■ a Miss Lancaster." lie' ex- < plafned, with an explanatory wave of his ' ?ha.pely white hands, ''and* sr-motimos I ] ret anrry when I -am interrupted bv some these- w-ild youths who have run out. ] of tobacco, or something- of the sort : but | I_ am pot readly pessefsod of a 1 Von will be quit* safe if yen come down iny afternoon, for 1 only work in the . morninc:. as a rule, and yon are wehxtne \ to examine and criticise my work. And " j —he paused, his bri.trht eye's fixed intently ->ri Marion's face--"-and I shall esteem i't ; m hon-u-, A!!ss Lancaster, if you allow me { .o rnai-c- a pi.-tuie. of you—a study—» t oortrait." ' » "A portrait—of me!" exclaimed f Marion, coloring. "But why? I " "You have, a pood face, tin interesting i face, and T believe [ could mako a irond ! ', picture " j ; ■' Accept, Mi4=3 Lancaster," cried Der- f • •• Rreakspear is the master of us ' t, all, and you may be a ' portrait of a. lady ' j \ «"hat will be one day in the National."' | ( f believe yv,u are makinc; fun ! ' 51 ni"." oxpo-rulitefl Maricn. blushin,,- j .- rosily now. -■ are jokinc. Afr Break- j -Tear." ! [ "'Breakspear never joke?," said i l>'Rourke, solemnly. ■'"He has no mure : ' ; ense of humor than a lamp |io^t•; but he' 1 - a heaven born artist, and it's a j' lucky woman ycu are." : ~ ■•'s settled, then." said Break- I j' fpear. faking Alarion'.s consent for j . granted. " Come in to-morrow mornintr. I Miss Lancaster, before, von start- work, If j ,- the lioht is rood." { * "-Ml finished'.'" inquired Mark Samp- ■' mn. lif.insr. "Good. Wo have AFiss > ?. Ltinca.ster's bavo to smoke. Push the i table over against the wall and spread yourselves out. You take the armchair, .Miw Lancaster; you are chairman for tonitrht-. Call on Breaicspear to plav s..rnothine; for u?-n r perhaps vo'u will ~; piny"" ' 'I ■' I make' a. better listen, r." answered ' ..'. Afarion. ;il •' Then yon will have to a-iv " s.-rd > '■' .Mark, decisively; and " If ear." hear !" ','' shouted tlw= others. " Y>\s, a 5,,.,,'. Miss i ; l( Lancaster, a sour. .'" ' ! C 1 Protesting, Marlon was !o«] to the i '"' piano, and that nothiti'-r. I T would serve but she should s/mu- ! thicif. she ffath'Tcd h, n . courage toyether ' and saner, to a sudik'tdy .silent and at V' tentive audience, a .sweet, simple Scots i sono- that she had learned from her mother i lei it; years le-fo n .. The applanee mad" ! ''"' her blush and she was rlacl to j * l " -et back to the armchair and tic friendly ! : shelter of the shadow; hut siie wars dowint: with pleasure, nevertheless. ~ j rt ' " Thank you." said MaVk Simpson, j ,1( quietly, cominr tiver to fill his pipe front ] 1:< tbv jar on the nuii,t,--!pVc«\ - I !c,ve the I I,; '.ld Scots soig.--. Miss Lancaster. I'm:!.'' partly Scotch, too. you know. All., Break- i spear is going to play. That man is forne- I . thing of a genii's. Miss Lancaster, and f '•■ !", don't know whether [ like him bent as an ! j'' .artist or :i nci.-ician. L'i-u-n." i ' '1 he btiirt of cotivt rsation di-d aw.av as f' B.'.eakspear .rcalis'ed at once that Mark had not cxaq- i-, gerated the musician's He wait- ,\'. de-red at first from one air to another, but '..1 a: last struck the opening chords of a. j (l j r.-"ethoven ?onata, paused to throw bis. cigarette. be--ran a.rain. anri played ■ i;. l ; kf. a ;u.;ia inspired, while- his Listeners' „ t ! <at. watching, faseinatfd, as the music j , t took hold of them, afraid almost to move ; „,„ 3 muscle lest they should interrupt. j It wa« half an hour after Breakspear i P , lad finieh-ed and Lghtei another cigarette ar before anyone had courage to break the r/c spell that still lingered by sinking an oid naiy, . commonplace f ong; bnt so v .-; atviftly sped the time that Marion rose ■"; with ft cry of dismay when, on glancing to at the clock, she found that it indicated , ta half-pasi niuo. Five-sevenths of the paity ] I (all Maik Sampson and Breakspear, | to to wit) offered to see her home, but she \ a protested that such a bodyguatd would , fo: ci-eatm a «ensation, and was finally allowed a V> jißkElt upattendedLi i oq

I The demon Despair had been driven j back, but had not entirely abandoned his r position, and made many an attack during the days that followed. For Marion, however, there was work, the .good-fellow-ship of the light-h'Tarted, earless, but hard-working crowd at Albany Studios as ! safeguards against being overwhelmed ; j and although her mood was often one of i pensive sadness, it was only in the silence ; of the night, as she lay awake sometimes thinking of what might ha-ve been and of i the lovcltss future, that her heart failed her. ' i'aebuiTi was seldom or never out of her ! thoughts, and the cynic who wrote that tho v.-oree a. man treats a woman the I better she loves him might, had he been 1 alive, have cited Marion Lancaster as a ! proof of the truth of his argument. For ; although Marion had Lied hard to put j Racburn out of her heart and mind, she wa? still forced to confess to herself that ' in spite of all that had happened she ]<wd him still, and no other man would ever displace him. She was not the tvpe of woman who lov-es lightly, and at first flu- foudu ac.'.ii'ist the love'that had como into her life; bet when at. last she bad suriendered, she had given her heart fullv and freely into Baeburn's keeping for Xr.ihing could alter that—not even t:i" fact that Ibieburn's love had in one .short day turned to scorn, perhaps to hate Daily sue read the newf-papers, and tho mere mention of R:u burn's name tvas stifficiont to make, her heart throb respensively. For a. time the papers ceased to mention, bis existence. Lv, ryono sc-'.-med to have : forgotten all about his resignation at the rime of the Persian Railway Crisis fwhieh ' had been tided v.-er). then suddenly, Bai'burn Chesterton once moie became the! man of the hour, for. to the astonAliment- j o' uearlv evervoiio, he changed his politi- ! i a! opinio., s ;,,„] , V( , m ,„- (T tCI |j ]e Oppoji-i tion. | His action brought down a. Hood of in- j ve.-tivc in; his head from the Covernment papers, a.nd was greeted with unconcealed ; jov by tho organs on the other side, j ''Turncoat," "desrrtr-r." " weathercock " ! w- ro some r.r the title-- from one side ; \ and "the man with a conscience," "one! who ratcts truth and the honor of his' above place and power." front the other side. j Tv Marion the news of fktebiiniV; ehan-g" : of paity gavo a melaiaholv pleasure, and! si l ; her wondering whether she- was in anv j de-jreo i-espcpsiblc, She had wished, of'e'u ; the: Raeb.trn was on the other I her I side, | for naturally she believed in what he*- ' father had tuppnrted so strongly, and : CeeiTrey Laneastor had often rerrretted : that- Raeburr. did not. arreo ivith his : opinions. j f.'-ntlcn i\as supposed to be empty now; j th-' blinds of the Wet End mansions wc-ro | drawn, and their ow-ners had gone off to - : let ghter rreuse in the north, but Fae- j barn was ftill in town Then came a j vaf-au'-y, ioiinr to the death of a. member , tor a I/omlon suburb and he \v,ie chosen as ! the Opposition candidate, and fining him- ( r-dr into the political arena. j Marion read all about il. and it chanced | that Mark San.psrn, having finished his ] novel, bit. town for a holiday at that ' time, leaving his amcnueiisi:; to her own devii e.s. but giving her clearly to underttand that he would need her services! again on his return. j " My arm is mending, Miss Lancaster." | ho said, as .ho took leave, "but, I find, I' ran jet through so much more work and ] turn out br-ttcr stuff in the. new way that j I should Itk.' yon to regard your position ; as being to come extent permatient. You ; have been a. exeat help to me, and I shall i have a. lot of arrears to make up when 1 , Time back from Brittany, so, take a hn!i- . Jay and get fit." ! So .Marion, rinding herself free /or a i ' :ime—free to think—found herself longing ' "or a sight of Raehtini. ami decided to go j ro the big open meeting at which ho writs | . :o present his first address io the electors, i "There is sure to be a bitr crowd, and ■ f I keep at, the back of the'hall he. will < , lever recognise me," argued Marion. I ' And f can wear a veil." j The Town Hall was already crowded \ vhen she arrived, and she had some little ; , liffieulty in r-htaiiiing entrance ; but at ! , sho was admitted, and was thankful i o find a seat under the gallery and far , tway from the platform. It was obvious , hat the meeting would be lively long be- \ , ore the chairman rose to open the pro- ! i •ounter-cheers, shouting, and chaff in ) . I'enty. The chairman was allowed to : ] nake a remarks, interrupted only bv j j cornful laurhter and ironic cheermrr. I'hen Raebiirn, pn.le, but looking very < teen, rose—and the storm broke. '. Tho cheering scarcely could drown the- t ttssing and booing, and it. was in vain hat Raeoarn held up his hand in an an- f ■ •■al for rriLu'-ce. '"Traitor! Traitor' Traitor!" yelled I ; , man with a powerful voice, and a por- i ica of the crowd took up the cry and re- j " berated it until the toe? seeeined to Ting j ■■ith the same. I: was a new experience for Raebiirn !■; nd hivu.self r-ifused a hearing, and for a .. ime ho stood, his faro deadly pale, bur. T . is eyeo blazing, trying to weather the j lonn of insult and abuse. j Several he tTied to speak, enly to I u ave. his voice drowned bv v« lis or cheers ~ r whirling, and at last' lie addressed ;. | •, -■w words to th:' reporters <ei the plat j arm and sat down. Marion's eyes nev-'-r j ft his face, and she set wringing her | ands agibitcdly, wbi'- fears triel;!cd"down j The ehe.irman ,appeal-'<l he order —for | r.r play, but in vain, and t''e mcf'ting j as brourht to a prematuif- clo;e. Rac- I cm left the platform to ',!'. ■ errr-nipani- \ ';.' c-nt of sho'.'ts of "Traitor!'' "the .nani'. 1 ; \ as flung at him again as ,'c l fhove away i few leinuti-s la'or. and it bent. " ' "A def.'at would do me good, she paid." ! " e nnnt-ered, as he drove away. " W.'il. it j'■" ■ oks as it I score going to get it. this | " me." i "' And lie was right, as the headlines of j "' te halfpenny pa['ers on tho < Soverninenl I ~, de indicated a week later. "The Rout!',!' tlie Trader!" so ran tin headline*. I *, fiovtrnmont Gain! Majority ToO!" ] ,'j. CHAPTER IX. t\ a>: ryKXi'KOTKTi visitou. ( \ Defeat was l,ad enough, hut defeat with £*" riitule added was gall and wormwood fo :l leburn Chesterton, to whom popularity "?" id sii.-ccss had been almost as necessary fond and air. In public and among the t!l sends who supported him he had affected i 3,|! treat the newspaper comments and !Vt iticisms with smiling, scornful indiffer- | nice. but in reality every phrase had told, [ . ery sneer had cut like a whip, and lie I 'J 1 d'inwardly writhed in impotent fury. j ''' He had been still, smarting from the i .'aiuieut meted out to him by" Lord Dart- j '-l r rd and his leaders when he had been proaeh"d diplomatically by the opposite I ''•'• i-ty. and bo had jumped at the chance— n:: 'e thought—of avenging himself, of re- ! -™ ining his position, and of showing his ■' "" e headers that be was still a man to be ek'uied with. To do him justice, it must t ' ;l . said that on some matters he had xvl ver been in total agreement itith his as ' .rty. but he had always sunk his differ- w ' : . e'. and played the 'part of a siimid I 1 iarty " man. I \"ou- he lutmd himself, after his crush- j g <lefeat at the fioll. an outcast, ridiculed i J"° ■ his late party, cut by some men whom no had called friends, iind looked at with .-pieiou by many of the party to which at had gone over. th " ! have lilundered—heavens, how I have, mdered !" he soliloquised moodily two P r \s after his defeat, as he paced his inj ;::tti in a despairing endeavor to consider ni' s position and decide upon his plans for e future. "The initial blunder was be- <l r ' ving that Marion cared for me—the .Mtost blunder of all -yet I would have Hi iked my life upon her fidelity and the to] nuincness. of her regard. As it was, 1 ■ sp l iked my position and mv political repu- i an don—and I lost!" He laughed harshly na d mirthlessly, and for a tew moments ' anused to stare unseaingly out of the : hr< ndow, Ids thoughts busy once again Be th the circumstances of, his betrayal. '" t: ?hen I blundered hi going over so soon < gr< the Opposition " —he resumed his agi- ! lex ;ed perambulation of the room—-"and shi blunderetl horribly in allowing myself be persuaded into presenting myself as erl candidate before my late colleagues had the ■gotten their aiiger and. bitterness. Oh, Sh aretty hash I have made of my career— dw t J.jasi

' poor, weak fool that I am—l can only ravo at fate, and I can't even put the cause of all the trouble out of mind. She haunts me! I find myself continually wondering if there was some mistake, wondering) if she really was sorry when she wrote, and hating' myself for being so weak as to think of her at all." He dropped into a chair with a sigh that was almost .a, groan, and sat for a long time staring straight before him. "I won't be beaten," he cried aloud, ; clenching his teeth and squaring his shoulj ders. " I can't go back. I have burned ' my boats, kicked away the ladder, and I won't show the white, feather. I'm run ; down; my nerves are shaky and I feel ■ limp. I'll get away from London, away ! from the crowd, and take a holiday. I'll stick to tho new party, and show Lord '■ Dart ford and Marion Lancaster that I can ; win in spite of them. I wonder where she i is, and if she cares? I'shaw ! Lin a fool j— l must get her out of my thoughts."' ' Next to Ranhurn Chesterton, had he but ! known, nobody had taken a. greater nt- ■ terost in the election than Marion Lau- | caster, and no one had been more downeast by his defeat. Site had read all the papers eageny. rejoiced when he was praised, raged indignantly when he was • held, up to lidicule and scorn, and wept in ! sympathy when at last he was defeated. ~, I | She knew how sorely he would feel the : reverse, guessed that he would, perhaps, think worse of her than ever —if he thought of her at all—and for a time almost gave way to despair when she remembered the bitingly sarcastic note that had rewarded her last attempt at apology. " I know I am foolish," she reflected. " I know [ should not think of him ; but I wish, oh. I wish ! that I could in some way make him believe that I am truly sorry and sympathise with him!" She felt chastened and miserable when she presented herself ou the following morning at Albany Studios to give' Leslie Breakspear another sitting for the por- j trait, which was making excellent pro- j gress, "Anything wrong?" queried Breakspear I as -Marion settled herself in her chair on ! the "throne" at the end of the studio, i " You look worried this morning.'' j " No—er—nothing of importance, thank | you," answered Marion hastily. "A little ; run down, perhaps. Mr Breakspear. Is j this the right po-e?" j " Head a, little higher," said Breakspear | shortly ; " turn your face more to the left ' —-no, not so much. Yes, you're right i now. l.'lea.-e keep that position." i He began to paint, and for 20 minutes ! there was nlence. for Breakspear could j never talk as he worked, his whole atten- ! tion being riveted on tho production of 1 the effect he was striving for. Often he muttered, especially if things were not going quite right, as oblivious of his sitter as if she had been a thing of stone. At i first Marion had been amused and a little ! startled, but she had soon become accus- j tomed to liis mannerisms, and now accepted them as a matter of course. " Don't move!" he cried, as .Marion made to ri.-e. ''l must," protested Marion. "I'm sure I have not moved a muscle for half an hour, and 1 am quite cramped." " I beg your pardon, Miss Lancaster." said Breakspear, coming to himself with | a, start. " I forgot again. Yes. certainly j take a rest." He backed away from the canvas, his head on one side, his eyes half closed, then came back to put on a light touch here and there. " (lad! what a wonderful face you have !"' he exclaimed, looking up suddenly at Marion. "It is beautiful; there's 'soul' in it; and I believe I have caught some of it here. This is the best thing I have done, but it does not do you justice. Sometimes, when you have been sitting there silent for a time, vottr expression battles nie. I strive to :-atch it, but it has gone before I. can seize it and put it on canvas. Have you Eiver watched a loch under an April sky watched the expression of the water changing under sun and cloud, all Nature's varying moods? .So, unconsciously, does your expression alter." " Really, you make my face seem quite interesting, Mr Breaks-pear," exclaimed Marion, trying to speak lightly, for the xrtist's tone was earnest, almost solemn. ' You will make me conceited." " Do you think I am given to spouting datitudes?" ejaculated Breakspear, a ;rifle impatiently. " I leave that to the aainters of society dolls. What is it that roubles you?" ."Marion's fair face flushed under his niercing, inquiring look : but he was so palpably in earnest that she could not :alce offence. j " I think of many things as I sit here j till and silent," she answered, simply, i 'and my thoughts are not always happy ! uies." i " Happy ones ! Good Cod ! Do von \ hitik 1 am blind?"' ejaculated Breakspear. j 'litis morning you look as if something i vere eating your heart out. Can 1 help j "OU?" j "No." Marion shook her head. "You i re very good to take so much interest." ! " Inter,'.-.t !" broke in Breakspear, pas-! ionately. throwing down his palette, j Yes, too much interest for my peace of ( aim!. Since you have been here, since I « rst saw you, your face has haunted me. | 'on interest me more than any woman I - ave ever s C ett. I gaze, admire; bnt you ' ■ lizzie me, J want you to be happy: j ant you to let me help you to be i appy—-- Oh! confound the fool!" j The last sentence wa.-, snapped out an- j lily, for someone had knocked at the j oor and was fumbling with the latch, j t was Dermott who entered, smiling but I pologetic. I "Sorry fo disturb you, old chap." he j ud, e.s Breakspear scowled at him I ngnly. " bat a itentlenian has called tor I li.-s Lancaster." j " V ".entlemrai for me?" queried. -Marion, j e.-v>v-cri;ig almost .instantly ironi l,V> nuz«nent Breakspear'.-. speech had i-au.-vd ■r, bet equally sunn L* ■•( by Dermotf's 'inouricunent, "Who is he, M;• J), T . ott'.'" "Pardon my seeming rudeness in not akinr the announcement direct in the st place. Miss Lancaster," Derott, tiiwi a smiling bow. "but I knew lat, unless I explained quickly to Break>ear, the old rurliau would throw sonicling at mo and tell me to ro t o _- o r---iventry. I don't know the name of the 'ntkunan who wishes to tee you. but. I ther fancy he is from the provinces. I ked his name, but f f-ar he imagine at. f am a confidence trick man or a arper of some land, since, lie infornvd :> bluntly that his name was no btrsi■ss of mine, and he didn't want, any of y lip. Shall 1 show him in?" Marion locked at him keenly, suspect g a. joke, then danced ini|uirin-Iy at eaksp-::-:tr, who nodded. " Another sillv prank. 1 suppose " owied V.-.o latter. "Wait and see!'' said Dermott, shaking s head and retiring, only to return a. few untos later to usher in with much cer-c----:uiy none other than Jonathan Tod.iitor! "The gentleman to see you,. Miss Lauder," ho announced, Ids*eyes twinkling th mischief and amusement. "Please sure him that I do not want to steal ids itch, and have no designs on his tnimt." " Hasn't finished?" exclaimed Jonathan dhuiiter, testily "I've- had enough o' tt. I have, young man, and I'll stand more o' your lip." "Jonathan!" ejaculated Marion, r.taving him in wide-eyed amazement. "Join" an Todhimter!" "Aye! I thowt as I'd gi'e yo a surisc, Miss Marion!" eaid Jonathan, turnr from Dermott to Marion and grinrg broadly. lie was dressed in a brand new light ib suit, the coat of which was .somewhat. > large and hung away from the neck, a red tio had worked its way up to the i of his high white collar, and ho was >rting a. pair of bright- yellow gloves d bright tan boots. His* face, always turaily red, was now positively ciimson, d perspiration wa* trickling "down his yir from under his black bowler hat. low one arm he was carrying tho trumpet"—a trombone enveloped in a ren baize—to which Dermott had rered, and in the other hand he earned a ny black leather bag. 'lndeed, this is a- surprise, Jonathan!" sd Marion, jumping lightly down from ■ data on which she had been standing. a held out her hand, and Jonathan >pped his black bafj and. shook hands "life* £?l'

earth brings you to London? How did yon find mo out?" " I eoom tip for the brass band contest at the Crystal Palace," exclaimed Jonathan, suddenly remembering that he had not taker, off "his hat, "and before I left

Manch?stor I went and saw Mr Atherley, the lawyer chap, and asked him if he knew where yon lived, I thowt as you'd be pleased to see me."

"And Mr Alherl"y gave you this ad die-ss?" queried Marion.

"Aye, he paid as this was your place o' business; but- there don't seem to be much business doing as I can see, Miss Marion," responded Jonathan, looking around. "Is this your boss?" he asked, nodding towards Breakspear, who was regarding him in frowning perplexity. " Xo, my employer is on holiday at present, and this gentleman is painting my portrait," explained Marion, smilingly, feelinrg somewhat embarrassed as she noticed that Dermott, who was standing, behind Jonathan, was evidently experiencing some difficulty in concealing hi* amusement. " These are very good friends of mine. Jonathan," she continued, hastily. "Mr Breakspear, Mr Dermott—Mr Todhunter, a friend of mine from Manchester."

Jonathan, still elineing to his trombone, nodded to Breakspear, who bowed gravely, then turned to Dermott, who had stidd'Cniy grown very serious. "This chap was trying to take a. rise out o' me, Miss Marion." he said, eyeing Dermott. suspiciously. "When 1 'ecom in ho says to me : ' Von can't plav thattrumpet in here, young fellow !' " "' That was before I knew you cam-' from .VLanchtster, and were #iing fo play at the Crystal Palace," said ""Dermott. solemnly. '•' y oll C ari play it if you like. Air Todhunter. I Fee] sure mv friend Breakspear will !u"

" \N here are you slayiivg, Jona' ha n '.'" asked Marion, v.-ith a glance at Dennett that silenced him.

"T haven't found a. yet. Miss Marion," answered Jonathan. ' " I only got here this morning, and I'm goin-. back Sunday night. .>' (hi- chaos 'as pone to an hotel somewhere; but it's one o' them places where thev have a chap at tho d,"ior wtf medals 'and gold braid, and chaps in jivrry to serve your dernier. J want something plain, p'raps you c aihl recommend me a place?" "i es, there are several hotels in Bloomsbiiry that would suit ycu," said Marion. "Do you know London, or i--this your first visit?" " Aye. this is mv first visit, and I wain to see all the sights. Mavbe von could show me round," Mis.s Marion?' I wantto see Dirty Dick's and the Zco and Westminster* Abb<\v and Madame Two sud's and the Tower and Newgate." " 1 shall be pleased to show you round. Jonathan, a.s best I can," .said Marion, quietly, ignoring Breakspear'* amaeo d glance and Dennett's amused .grin. ■' I have no doubt you will enjoy!;' immensely. Excuse me till" 'i get mv hat."

, Breakspear and Dermott stared at each other in silence when Marion and the man from Manchester had at last, taken their departure, .Jonathan still • -art-vine his bag' and trombone, and ! o..,king vcrv self-conscious.

" Well. I'm hanged !" ejaculated Break spear at last. "You don't know the best of it. Break spear." chuckled Dermott, as he lit ; rigar-'tte. " When he arrived he paid

'Mister, just fell Miss Lain aster as her young man wants to speak to her!' fact ! Oh, Lord ! Just fancy that villace" idiot —Jonathan! A sweet name and a sweet nature, as Sidney Carton says. To|d me that if I wanted a clip on the r.^ v be knew a, man who would obli-v me—simply because I asked him 'v. by !■,,- wrapped his trumpet in a given blanket. But Miss Lancaster's young man '.'' '• Oh, shut up and clear out !" rx claimed Breakspear. irritably. "Oct out ! I want to work." (To he continued.l

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AN INNOCENT JUDAS., Issue 15635, 28 October 1914

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AN INNOCENT JUDAS. Issue 15635, 28 October 1914

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