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COMPLETE STORY. A Rash Experiment. By MABEL QUILLER COUCH (Author of The recovery of Jane Vercoe," etc.) There was no doubt about it, there could be doubt about it. facts apoke for themselves, Without a word or socind from him. He bad Achieved success, his name had been in print and had been printed—witness tbe results. A flash of pride dyed his cheeks, a half sup- f'essed smile curled bis lipB. Qis name — Wardrop—had appeared in letters of Kold on tbe covers of a book. He bad written be nOve), with his own hand and brain, and it had Been published and leviewed. His name, too, had •Dpsaied in more than one or two magazines, attached to stories which had been pronounced Rood, and not by his friends only. And first t.IQlta had followed qoickly. Results which the first blush seemed wholly pleasing and ""nrising. In two days he had three letters asking him to contribate short stories to magazines of more Or less repute. We shaH be pleased if yon can let us have a. atory from yonrDen as soon 0* convenient Such was tbe tenoar of all ">*ee letters. All that he had written, and given to the World so far had been tales of war and adventure, 1titb the female element and eentimentcon- spicuously lacking, and when reviewers bad Noticed tbe fact he had told himself that not he &Ione, but a greater before him bad been remark- able for the same omission, and had rather Cloried in H- Bat be Boon had reason to modify his opinion. th4lr, for the sake of appearances, a delay of a or two, be hid written to tbe editors of the jbtse magazines and graciously granted the **»our they craved. That was all delightful, it *»» such plain sailing, and so easy, and withal a certain feeing of grandeur about it. Later he sent off three stories, three good stories of 'ollieking adventure with no stint of incident chiracters or humour. But he soon needed the sense of hamour he cotJd call to his own for in a very few days' two of tbe editors '•'tarned bis cherished stories, and tbe third 2*ote a grudging note, intimating that they *0Qld keep the story, bat it was not quite what •"•r wanted. Would keep it, forsooth, Mr Wardrop's noble lip curled, and he almost began a curt jj°te demanding bis MSS. back, as he would no difficulty in placing it where it would onore fully appreciated." But his eye tight- on the other two rejeeted MSS., prudence ^•sorted itself, and he stayed bis band. We are Joriy to have to return your stories, they are entirely uosuited to our needs. *ou will, though, we ar« sn$e, have no difficulty J1. Placing them. May we have instead a nice, love-story, with a happy ending I" -Xhe wording of the letters was so similar, j r Wardrop 1or a moment half-suspected col- osion. •' A nice, bright love-story "—he sat In silent thought for some time, then rose and ^cnt for a walk. Perhaps walking will give ?e »n idea," be muttered. For three or four d'11 he Dursned this course, but neither walking Or sitting still seemed to avail him anythng. sat down at last before bis artistically '•iered writing table, and began seriously to to concentrate his mind on the work ia f ad. The smile and tbe flush gradually died fotn his cheek. Now be was face to face with throes and agony of composition, the glory °*d receded for a time. A love story," he I haven't got an idea for one. I Onder what made them all pitch on love Jtoties," he went on irascibly, as the difficulty ..0ai*d larger and larger. how can I write i know nothing about love. Why the tb Da as^ 'or ttor'eB 8Qcb as I never ."Owed the slighest taate for writing ? If they •d ever seen a love-story by me, I could nnder- *nd it." The thing was beginning to get on 2 nerves. To try to mitigate the haunting j^'ing that be was wasting precious time he OS his two lejeoted stories to other maga- )h°es> "od felt for the rest of one wbole day at any rate he bad done something. I ~ot tbe date by which he had promised the stories drew rapidly nearer and nearer, and 7J«h every hour that passed be folt himself more er? more wrought up, and less capable of ful- 'nR bi« obligation. At lalt there was only a week left before the i, ? *tories were due. He took his seat at his "rthog table dejectably and irritably, but u °og in the feeling that one at least most be on**10 were only to the extent of id<? 'et>tencef or the faintest glimmering of an to an hour, with his elbows on the table. SI* bead on bis hands, be sat elating with JrJgtad, distraught eyes at the ink-pot, trying to concentrate his thoughts. How bitterly did he reproach himself for bis past indif- to women and love, and all the pretty fc^stries and dalliances that other writers tn know so intimately. What a fool be ilftvSen; in what good tteadmighteiparience Stood him now, mind wandered away, trying to picture aa taking part ia » love scene, making j. Moposal, as—aa being really so head over in love as to be making a fool of himself, be bad seen other fellows do, &nd not mind- But it waB no use. It is experience I r*&t," he muttered helplessly, rising in despair Pace tbe room. As be turned his eye fell on hanging by his writing table. Tan the 18th already. By Jove. I'd nearly ^'Rotten Mrs Leonard's dance to-night. And j I'll go, too." He was thankful for any >tta1|t°Pti°n 10 h'B btain-racking. He was desperate. Desperate with tbe desire t0R« those wretched stories written, desperate •?V> RWay from them oo any excuse whatever. L I'li R0—and—and I'll get some experience **tack the beastly things again—or— ..pat away his notebook and pencil, for L w he bad to think out real scenes in which a* to play a prominent part that night, b tatlona in which badinage and repartee must and brilliant love scenes-and they "noired a deal of t'sinking oat. *f Dorothea is there, he thought as be I ,ed towards his hostess' hoase that evening t hansom, if Dorothea is there I might I-!0 Ret a» far »8 a oropoaal—she won't mind, ?! sure." hjri0r°thea was there. Reginald, after be bad v ae his bow to his hostess and passed on, saw standing by the doorof the ballroom, talking w* tall dark man, Evidently the tail dark r n was asking her for a dance, and both were jj^Khing and talking as thoagh, thought aj.^ald, they were very pleased to see each fctaer- He stood for a moment, psrtly to look a view to hints for future IlBe- jj '1 Partly to wait till Dorothea was disengaged. k Wanted to talk to her. He felt that if only °°ald talk to her and make her understand, *»*?old be able to beJp him considerably. Of While he stood there amongst a litdle group speaking to this one and that, *ye wandered often to tbe two by the door- He thought be had never seen her looking lai:\er companion turned a little, so thft he saw for the first time. t^.Why, it is that ass Ainsley," he exclaimed, *'ng suddenly annoyed, and took a step for- fcito Dorothea's wandering glance lighted on and her eyes smiled a welcome. Her the ^PfcDion noticing it tarned to see who was hit tfic>pient of tbe smile, out did not break off he COnversatioD. Reginald felt vaguely angry, 1011 tv,. not going to be kept hanging about any 80 he joined them. 'u* ^tbea gave him ber band, and expressed at seeing him there, "I thought you u care for this sort of frivolity," she said. b", ^either do I. It seems to me an awfal bore, „ oOe needs to see life in all ita phases." ttitbOb, you are come for copy,' said Ainsley, an easy good-tempered laugh, which, ..°Qgh, roused Reginald Wardrop to real anger. thg a shouldn't say tboBe things, Wardrop, *ha?i tna^e 80 horribly eelf-conscions. I of spend the next few hours with something 8p.8 sensation of a microbe under a micro- I don't think yon'll be likely to provide me WwT '^e copy I want," Reginald retorted Ollt redely. ll?0' big, good-tempered Tom Ainaley only Ij. Rhed again. Ah, my bov, you never know, jttioat nnJikely-Eb, Miss Carlyon ?" j^yorothea looked up and laughed too, she hardly why but RpginaW glanced from one to 'it other with quick, suspicious eyes. Had he found whar he was seeking, he won- At fchg* 'bat moment a lady came up to the group, lij..addressing Mr AinBley. walked away with i?t0 ">e ballroom. For a while Dorothea *ha remained, watching the arrivals, chatting desultorily. He waaiocgiogto of his dilemma, but until he could get Iftd- °De 'n a 9D'et pl«ce where they should be ,starbed be could not begin. !*i here is Irene, Dorothea broke off in the middle of a Bentence, and stepped Co*srd to greet a slim fair girl wbo was '• *.laR in a leisurely way along tbe corridor, log Ainsley has been here talking and wait- ftbout for ever so long," Reginald heard her the firBt greeting and exchange of re- »h,v*s» 'J he has only juit gone. Mrs Lang- tj8 carried him off." th^nald, watching tbe new-comer, noticed oh«BJ*inte8t of flushes creep over her delicate It at the first part of Dorothea's remarks, second part she drew herself np with a I? et POH0* Oh," ehe said, indifferently. come here and be introduced, bave heard me speak of my cousin, Reginald atop, haven't you ?" Dorothea said, turn-I J)0r 'be girl, and Irene answered prettily that »h6J^bea was not the only person she bad heard of Mr Wardrop. Wherenpon Reginald d«ci aacl fe,t t0 Dorothea for intro- L0* him to eueh a charming creature, and having strolled off, he asked Miss 'or more than one dance, and soon he himself laughing and talking, and as iQti a' his ease as though it bad been Dorothea •i e"d of a stranger. haj be said, tome time later, when he 1> Q¡ana2ed to 60d tbat young lady again, do you mind sitting out this dance. I *d,je tu talk to you, i want your help and »o|8°r°'bea looked snfficientlv impressed by his 1 shall be delighted, I am sure," it kindly, to give you all tbe help I can. to !011, work that is bothering you ?" s »tori *• tbey want a Jot of wretched love Ind-I-does. anyone care fot love •» !e,» do you think i)Otlt depends on the atories, of course, said ••r\L,a» drily. They want wtetched one# ?" "wUb. no, 1 called ib«m »ba|. Sets? them bright, with happv endings. Do love affairs ever end happily t" Socnetimes, in stories," said Dorothea, with an air of cynicism equal to his own. Well, I never could read one, and now I've got to write some I had I know nothing about the subject. You see it has never—I have never—" Exactly," said Dorothea, "1 understand. and yoa've got to read it up." Reginald stared. I hadn't thought of that. I thought perhaps you'd teM me—give me some hintj—yoa've had— exper—" Oh, loads," said Dorothea jauntily. A faint flush bad crept into her cheeks, but she kept her eyes Jowered. What is it you want to know?" Well, perhaps it ia beginning at the wrong end, but for instance, how do you make a pro- posal 7" "A—a proposal. What soit—" Dorothea looked unaffectedly mrprised. I am afraid I don't understand." Oh—of marriage, I mean." Dorothea colonred hotly. I don't make proposals of marriage," she said coldly, her bead held very high. No, of course not, oh what a fool I am. Do forgive me, Dolly, I didn't mean anything so preposterous of coarse. I meant—you see I must get some idea. What do yon say then when a fellow proposes to you, 1 mean. what does he say—that's what I want to know." He was so entirely absorbed he did not notice the expression on Dorothea's face as she roee. It—depends upon the man," she answered coldly. I think the next dance will begin soon, we had better be getting back to the ball- room." But 1 realI, want to know." Then go and ask-ask someone else, Irene Ca.stle-anyoue. I'm afraid I cannot help you," and Dorothea stalked away, leaving Reginald puzzied and dumbfoundered. Poor little soul, she's had a disappoint- ment," he thought, vaguely, but after all, I— didn't ask her how a man breaks off an en- Kagement—though I wanted to, I couldn't have hurt her feelings that way," He wandered away in search of Miss Castle. She had been so jolly and unaffected, and so bewitching with her laughing month and mis- ebievous eyes and tip-tilted nose, he felt no shyness of her as he did of most of the girls. He had not experience enough to detect the false ring of the constant laughter, the forced gaiety, or to notice the restless, all-absorbing eyes which yet appeared to see nothing. Why this air of gloom ?" she said, when Reginald appeared beside her and claimed his next dance. This deadly serious, earnest young man amused her. He led ber into the conservatory and dropped heavily into a chair beside her. For a moment he did not Ipeak, tben be gave a little embar. rassed laugh. I really don't know how to begin," he said at last. Irene gave (him a long, keen glance. And I don't know how to help yon." she said gravely. Miss Castle," he began, plunging deeper- ately in hI- nervousness. 1 know yoa will think me mad— after so short an acquaintance— but I want your help so badly. I want to kpow —how should a man ask a girl to marry him, bow should be begin—how—I mean, if a man were to ask yoa simply in plain straightforward language, simply asking tbe bald question would you marry him, woald you do so ?" I certainly should not if he did not," an- swered Miss Castle, attempting to hide her em- barraBbtnent by a careless lightnesB. No—no, I haven't explained myself pro- perly." "No?" interpolated Misa Castle, with some- thing like laughter, it centainly sounded a little vague," Reginald drew courage from her tone and manner. I raBan—would a girl "woaid yon consider the plain straightforward question, will yon be my wife,' sufficient, or is it too bald and blunt It seems very definite," murmured Miss Castle thoughtfully. I mean, would yoa be content to do with- out anv of the usaal-any of tbe things lovers say. Would you believe that I-I-does a girl only believe a man when he talks a lot of-" In the distance Mr Ainsley's tall form ap- peared bending low as though in confiding calk with the lady by his side, Mrs Langshiro. Irene looked at them for a moment with eyes her companion conld not read, but when they had passed she tarned again to him with cheeks hot flushed, and eye* that shone and glittered. Yes—I woald foe quite content," she said gravely, though her bosom heaved as though she were breathless with long running. "I could not bnlieve," holding out to him a little 'band that trembled ever 80 slightly, "I could not believe all tbe nonsense many men talk, 1 should think at once that they were insincere. I would much sooner believe and trust you and your straightforward—" Her face was pale, her eyes bright and excited and loll of trouble. Reginald looked at her for a moment, puzzled and Btartled by the appealing face and band. Suddenly it dawned upon him that this girl had taken him seriously. In time I may "—she began. But ha rose suddenly to his feet, tbe situation was terrible, bat his instinctive sense of honour made him stop before she said any more. He was troubled for ber sake and hia own, and unable to divine what to do. What he did do was to hold cut his baud and take hers. I can only say thank you he said huskily, and bending, kisaed the band he held. At that moment Mr Ainsley appeared again, apparently soaking someone. For a. moment he paused looking at them as though bewildered. then, with a slight bow, turned and went back again. When he had *one Irene turned suddenly to Reginald, snatching her band away. Will you—lease me now-L would like to be alone* —" It was a very white and troubled little face which tarned to him, not a trace of coquetry was left in words or manaar, Rvgiuald was touched inexplicably. Is there nothing I can do ?" he stammered, almost tenderly. Only—that," she said, with a ghost of a smile. So he left her. For the next half-hour he wandered aimlessly about tbe garden, trying to face the situation, and grasp his position. In his heart be anathematised the hour in which he bad come to the dance. But neither legrets nor reproachei, nor moon, nor stare, nor twinkling lights could bring his spirit peace. Everywhere were couples strolling about, talking in law tones, or laughing merrily. Is there no place anywhere 7" he muttered angriJy as he ran into the twentieth couple. On his left be noticed a email dark path and took it. "'If Sheie are no lights there may be no lovers," he muttered sardonically. At the eni of the path waa a-gate, on the other side of tbe gale was the kitchen garden. He went in, closing the gate after him. Here at last was sblitude. At tbe end of the garden he saw a little summer boute, standing up silent and deserted looking in the moonligbt. He made loir it and entered. II On-who is it 1" The voice that came out of the darkness was monled, bat not so muffled but that alarm and annoyance werediacernabie through it. And the yoice was the voice of Dorothea. Reginald recognised it with relief. Dorothea sat up in ber seat, and assumed a sprightly air. VVell," she said, sarcastically, how have you got on 9 Have you come out here to sort out your notes 5" but her sarcasm was wasted on a man so harassed. Dolly—don't." The words came almost in a cry. Dolly leaned forward and peered through the dimness at the dejected figure beforo her, Reginald had dropped into a seat, and eat With elbows on the table, bis head on his hands. What is it ?" she asked alarmed, forgetting the tell-tale traces of tears on ber own face. Oh, m# word, bat I've—I've made a fool of myself and worse, I can't bring myself to tell you." He raised bis head and looked at her in the abandonment of despair. Tell. Yon must," she said quietly, one little hand extended aympathetioally tpwarda bim, Reginald groaned. I'm engaged—to—to Miss Caatle. I—didn't —I'm a bruto-øhe thinks—" but every attempt to explain seemed only an added dishonour to the girl who hud believed in him. But Dorothea's cry pat an end to ail attempts at explanations. Irene has accepted you ?—why Tom Ains- ley-be came on purpose—ha adores her, and I thought she—oh, it mUdt be a mistake, she is SO-IIO- What can I do 1 Reginald, what have you done 1" She sank back in ber chair, the very image of perplexity. Where did yon say she wal ?" she asked after a moment. "I left her in the conservatory." Dorothea got ap prepared for flight. I hope I'm in time," she groaned. You stay there, won't you ? Don't leave until—until you have seen me again." Reginald gladly acquiesced. All he wanted was to atay somewhere where it was dark and Quiet. He had enough to think ef to keep him thera for hours. What a good little soul Dorothea was, alwaya ready to help a man, and so quick to understand—there was no silly nonsense about her, as thero)was about most girls," and he sat fo* a few minutes thinking of her alone. Then hia mind turned to other things, but always through his thoughts be saw a vision of Dorothea as she turned at the door to speak to him, the moonlight on her hair, and her shining gown. He never knew bow long he had sat there when suddenly, almost like a ghost out of the mys- terious misty light a figure appeared again iD tbe entrance and stood looking at him. Dolly," beaaid, questioningly. No, it isn't Dolly," said a low, trembling voice, it is I-Irene Caatle. I've come—I've come to 8ay-" Her head was sank on her breast, he could hardly bear the stumbling words. He rose and went to ber. Yea T" he said gently, his heart touched by tbe sight of herdiatresB. I have come to apologise—I'm so despec ately aahamed of tbe way I have behaved. I was angry, hurt-bot that is no excuse, bat- bot-I have come to say—" That Mr Ainsley has asked you to marry him—and you wish to," aaid Reginald. I am very stlad-for your sake, he is ajlood sort" Thank you," she said simply, holding out a small shaking hand, and you will forget—" I have forgotten," said Reginald quietiy. May I take you back to the ballroom ?" "No, thauk you." ahe said almost anxiously, you stay here where you are—I—I—cannot face anyone yet, and—Tom-Mr Ainsley is waiting for me." Then like a spirit she vanished, leaving the moonligbt to pour unobstructed through the entrance. Are you there ? Thank goodness that is all right." Dorothea had come at last. In his relief Reginald could smile. But how about me ?" he asked teaaingly. You ?~0b, you are all right. You must have had experience enough to-night to fill ajaix volume Dovel. Goodnight. I must go now." Is that all you kept me waiting for ?" Reginald was ?ggiUveiJ. g -= II I should think it was enough," Eaid Dorothea, and turning vanished once more. "This ia one of those strokes of fortune which sometimes comes to a man who does his duty against bis inclinations," Reginald mur- mmed to himself aa Dorothea walked in to pay her duty call on Mrs Leonard. It was vMra Leonard's 10 At HomeJ' day, and there was tea. in the garden and so many to partake of it that it was easy for any guest to evade the hostess's eye. By coincidence or a little jadisikus manoeuvring Reginald found himselr with Dorothea on the threshold of the little summerhouse in the kitchen garden. II I really think this is not allowed, we are trespassing," said Dorothea with a laugh at Bhe looked up at her cousin. But meeting bill eyes, her own fell suddenly. I think we'll stroll back now," ahe said meekly. No, not yet," he answered, anything but meekly. 1 want to talk to you, Dolly," and Dolly did not again attempt to atop him. Bat when be had done ahe looked up at him with ahy, mischievous eyes. 19-is all thia for experience, to—to be able to write—" Dorothea, how can yoa. Ob, my dear, don't you know there are aome things-too- Bacred to be—to be that a man keeps always in hia own heart—that—" Perhaps that i« why thoae love atoriea are so stupid then," she said mischievously, DO one writes—the real truth. How shall you man. age then, Reggie ? But even tbe stilt unwritten atoriea coald not depress him then. Never mind," he aaid, drawing her hand through bis arm, one is enough for one day, and mine is here."

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