Real Russian cigarettes were smoked, real Russian vodka was sipped; the Czar's health was drunk; no bombs were thrown, no bonds were offered for sale, the Russian loan was not discussed; the Japanese servants were not present, having been given a half holiday. Oh, it was a little triumph, that tea! Blakely's mother was showered with congratulations.

Four days after Blakely's start there appeared two swarthy runners from the way of Beaver Creek. They bore a missive scrawled on the paper lining of a cracker box, and it read about as follows: CAMP IN SUNSET PASS, November 3d. COMMANDING OFFICER, CAMP SANDY: Scouting parties returning find no trace of Captain Wren and Sergeant Carmody, but we shall persevere.

Nobody else was observed going to Blakely's front door, at least, but at eleven o'clock he himself could still be dimly heard and seen pacing steadily up and down his piazza, apparently alone and deep in thought. His lights, too, were turned down, a new man from the troop having asked for and assumed the duties formerly devolving on the wretch Downs, now doing time within the garrison prison.

Her second point was, that no one else would be willing to marry him except Miss Blakely; and her third although in this matter she expressed herself with some mysterious caution that Miss Blakely would marry him if asked. Mrs. Sims bridled her head, spoke in lower tones than was her wont, and said that she had the secret of Miss Blakely's partiality from good authority.

It was a cruel position for me, and it didn't make it easier that before we had been there three days the whole hotel was talking about it. Of course, every woman in the hotel who had been snubbed by Blakely's mother instantly took my part, and as there were only two women who hadn't been snubbed by her Mrs. Tudor Carstairs and Mrs.

Claude Blakely's face merged into outlines more rugged than usual; the conformation of his jaw became perceptible, and it could be seen that he had conceived an idea which was crystallizing into a determination.

I rose from my chair and stared unbelievingly at Blakely's mother. "May I come in?" she asked in her even, well-bred voice. "Why yes," I faltered. Closing the door behind her, she walked over to the fireplace. "Won't you sit down?" I asked. "No, I thank you. This is not an afternoon call, Miss Middleton, it is But of course you understand."

It had been observed that, during those few days of hurried packing and preparation, Major Plume had not once gone to Blakely's quarters. True, he had visited only Dr. Graham, and had begged him to explain that anxiety on account of Mrs.

I had hoped this painful matter might be so explained as to as to obviate the necessity of extreme measures, but your second appearance close to Mr. Blakely's quarters, under all the circumstances, was so so extraordinary that I am compelled to call for explanation, if you have one you care to offer." For a moment Wren stood staring at his commander in amaze.

She had no knife with which to deal death to these new and most reluctant assailants Graham found it under Blakely's pillow, long hours later. But, with all her savage, lissome strength she scratched and struck and struggled.