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THE MYSTERY OF ..i MAISMORE…

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[AXL RIGHTS RESERVED.] I THE MYSTERY OF MAISMORE MANSIONA. By BURFORD DELANNOY. CHAPTER n. (continued) So far as Percy Lisle was concerned-so great Was the injury to his self-esteem—all the pride in him flew up in arms. That sustained him, pre- sented any exhibition of the sorrow with which he was o'erbrimming. He N",qnt The Pace—that widely embracive yet whoay inadequate phrase. Was probably inspired BO to do, in the hope that news of The Life He Was Leading would reach Nellie's ears. He wanted her to realise that his downfall was due to her. That she was responsible for his journey to the place where the paviors use good intentions. It is not a difficult matter for a man to get introduced into a fast set. It is but necessary that his clothes should be well made and the pockets of them well lined. People whom Percy bad shunned before, he now permitted to welcome him and they did so with wide-open arms. Although a younger son. he was a member of the aristocracy. The fringe of society ever hankers after friendship with the centre of it. The members of the particular set into which Percy was intro- duced were great respecters of persons. One of the constituent parte of this coterie was a charming widow named Sybil Easton. Many- tongued rumour had spoken ill of this lady—let j it be at once said, untruthfully. As a matter of fact, the widow was much too worldly-minded —respected the world too much-to give it a chance of uttering, truthfully, a word against her. Percy knew but little of her reputation cared Ieee. His disposition and temperament were that way just then. She was bright, sympathetic attractive. Few men could resist when she laid heraelf out to charm. Certainly Percy was not one of them. To ingratiate himself with the fascinating little widow was a task he set himself. It was a pleasant one, and he knew how far-reaching would be the rings created by the pebble he dropped in the water; how the news would outspread that he was mixed up with a woman of doubtful reputa- tion. At the bottom of it all lay feverish anxiety that Nellie Hampton should be cognisant of his behaviour. In that respect he was in no way different from thousands of other angry men. His soulful wish was that the girl he loved should know of aots which, had their relationship been on the old footing, he would have blushed to think she had the remotest knowledge. That was in the initial stages of his intercourse with the widow-when he found himself getting into her good books. For he very speedily realised what a lying jade is Rumour. Was quick to find out that Mrs. E as ton's life was one of absolute cleanliness. Then complications arose—as they were likely to rise in a combination of a singularly clover woman and a not conspicuously clever man. If consolation lay in the fact, he was not the first of his sex to succumb to a woman's wiles. H could go way down his list of forefathers as far as Adam and find a never-ending array of pointed arguments to that effect. Paradoxical as it may appear, Percy's feeling for the widow could not be ticketed Love. Really, his heart never once left Nellie's possession. Yet he dangled after Mrs. Easton even readily con-< fessed that he found pleasure in the dangle. He had long besought her to spend an evening with him dinner at Prince's first, and theatre after. In vain, because the little widow was a disciple of the great Izaak—an expert angler. Believed in keeping her fish on the hook till it was quite safe to land him. Mrs. Glass's advice about the hare was in her mind, when she resolved never to be guilty of the culinary fault of making the sauce before the fish was caught. Rewards lavishly bestowed are little valued. This must have been in the humorist's mind when, speaking of the Legion of Honour in France, ha said Few Escaped It. Perhaps because of the knowledge, Mrs. Easton was slow in the distribu- tion of her favours. At last, however, Percy's pertinacity looked like being rewarded. She promised to go with him to the Palace Theatre. Lottie Collins was the star turn there was singing again one of her old Mcoesses The Little Widow." Kind friends—they may safely be relied on for retailment of pleasant things—told Mrs. Easton that the song was a life-like skit on her own character The quite natural result ensued. In speaking of curiosity as a Low Vice the poet was not complimentary to the fair sex. Few are free from it; more possess it in a highly developed degree. Hence Mrs. Easton was filled with a desire to see the mimic for herself. Seized the opportunity of doing so made her follower happy by a little note to the effect that he might take her to the Palace. Percy was overjoyed at his success. Man. lib, ascribed it entirely to his own efforts I thought of faint hearts and fair ladies and pro. verbs of that sort. Having procured seats, he get down and wrote to the widow. It was recollection of what he had written which Mune suddenly to Mrs. Eaatoa; was what made her rush to the door and call out after the maid she had despatched with the letter to Geoffrey Grey. The widow felt as if she could have enjoyed, kicking herself. She had been foolish enough to fix her appointment with Geoffrey Grey on the same evening that Percy had written he would oall to take her to the Palace Theatre The real reason of Percy's pleasure was not far to see. He had perfect knowledge of the rapidity of the wings which bear bad news. The fact of his being at a variety hall with Mrs. Easton would, by some means or other, speedily find its way to Nellie's ears. In fact, Percy did his level best to ensure the travelling of the news so far; told every soul he net of his intended visit to the Palace Theatre with the widow on Wednesday night. Was not the kind of man to hide his light under a bushel. Punctually at eight o'clock a hansom cab deposited him at Maismore Mansions. Ascending to the first floor, he rang the bell of Mrs. Easton's Ut. To his great astonishment, the door was opened by that lady herself. He started back in amazement Then a thought occurred to him- that her maid might be ill—which prompted him to say: "I am awfully sorry I troubled you to open the door yourself." Come in." You are not dressed A trace of vexation sounded in his voice as he apoke. He had entered and shed some of his sur. prise. In the passage way, as the door was closed, he noticed that she was not in street attire. Continued: Don't tell me you are going to disappoint me Then a possibility flashed on him. Or are you going to grant mo a double pleasure ? Give me an evening here all to myself ? Going to let me hear you play and aing in that in- comparable w of yours ? They had reached the drawing-room by this time. Putting his hat and rtick on a chair, Percy advanced to where the widow had walked. She was standing by the fire, a foot on the fender- one of her favourite poses. Red light, thrown upwards, suited her complexion! "lam afraid, Mr. Lisle, you will think I am awfully rude." M Oh, no I The contradiction was inspired by gallantry tod politeness. But his heart, scenting dis- appointment, sank. He continued I could never think that of you." That's a good boy She responded langh- jngly, tapping him playfully with her fan. Ever £ ink that, and ever shall we be good friends. What I meant was, that I had arranged to go tcth you to the Palace Th-atre to-night, and new have someone coming here." The discontent plainly showing on his face was seconded by his tone as he broke in Don't tell me that you are going to throw me over this evening The keenness of his disappointment was so evident that forthwith she altered her plans. Her intent had been to ask him to change the evening to take her to the theatre the following night. Reading on his face how bitter would be his mortification-and thinking it unwise to intensify it—she threw a bridge over the break. She was moved to that piece of engineering by the existent need for caution. One of the strings to her bow was already broken. It would be unwise to do anything which might jeopardise the strength of the other. A quick brain fashion- ing a lie, her tongue readily uttered it. To some women untruths come as naturally as roses in Juno. No, I did not mean that. Only that, instead of going with yo at eight o'clock, I propose to join you at ten o'clock. The woman whose song I want to hear does not appear till then." Join me ? Yes I have someone coming here to see me this evening-an old woman who is going back into the country; a poor old soul whom I have been able to help a little at odd times, and she is full of gratitude to me. Passing through London -leaving by a ten o'clock train from Eueton to-night—she has begged me, so earnestly, to allow her to come here and thank me, that I had not the heart to forbid it. She is coming at nine o'clock, and won't keep me long-she cannot because of her train. The moment she has gone, I shall jump into a hansom and join you at the Palace." Confound the Palace, Mrs. Easton I don't want to go to the beastly place by myself Petuknt Percy! I want you to go. You have the seats ? By way of answer he mechanically drew the vouchers from the ticket pocket of his coat. Ex- tending a hand, she said Give me one, and in exchange I will give you my word. At ten o'clock you shall find nit sitting by your side." But come, Mrs. Easton- Now don't disappoint me, Mr. Lisle! In your letter you said that you were thankful for small mercies that was very prettily expressed I To show you how much I appreciate it, when the performance is over at the Palace, I am going to let you drive roo to Prince's and give me a nice little cosy fite-i-Ote supper at that cosiest of cosy restaurants." His eye? sparkled with anticipated pleasure- three parts of the pleasure of life lies in its antici- pation-as he ejaculated Come, I say, Mrs. Easton You are a brick after all I She could not resist a smile at his so plainly ex. ( pressed pleasure. Said "From that I gather that you appreciate the change of programme ? How can I help it ? It's a pleasure to sit be. side you in a theatre. It's a million times greater one to entertain you at supper." Very well, then. That is settled. It is getting on for half-past eight-I shall be with you at ten. Kero/s your hat." 8j had walked to and picked it up from the chair as she spoke handed it to him. The cool. ness of the action seemed to strike her as she did so. She wiped away some of the frigidity by putting a hand on his arm, and saying It does not sound a very polite thing, does it, for me to ask you to go ? But you arc uch a dear friend, Mr. Lisle, I do not for a moment hesitate to treat you like one. I want to be alone I want you to go. And I promise you that the moment the poor old soul who is coming to see me has gone, I shall fly-that is to say, I would if a hansom had wings-in my anxiety to join you at thli Palace." By this time she had skilfully edged him to and had the door open. He paused there in an endeavour to expostulate, said But come, I say, Mrs. Easton It's awfully jolly of you, don't you know, to be kind to a fellow like this. But I'd much rather wait foi you here. Can't you shut me up in one of youi spare rooms-the kitchen, or the larder, or the bathroom ? I won't get in the way, I promise you." She laughed away his suggestion was pos- sessor of sufficient Thespian cleverness to be able to do that. Exclaimed: You are an obstinate wretch I couldn't trust you in the kitchen you would be making love to my maid You told me the other day, you know, you liked Frenchwomen." Oh, come, I say, Mrs. Easton I won't hear another word. There, I am opening the door for you. Do not keep me in the draught, or you will find me turning up with neuralgia. When I suffer from that I am not the least bit nice. Good.bye-just for the present. At ten o'clock—perhaps before—I shall be talk- ing to you again." Closing the door, she stood by it listening to hear his footsteps descending the stairs. To make assurance doubly sure, ian to the window. Looking out, saw him get into a hansom waiting at the door; saw him driven away. Then, with a sigh of relief, she went back to the work before her mirror which ^'» advent had interrupted. Hummed an air frc Faust as she did so—ventilation of the pleasure she felt at her Buceess. Men, she told herself, were such easily handled things—when you knew how to haudto them I That night, a man seated in the second row of the stalls at the Palace Theatre was a cause of great annoyance to his immediate neighbours. The stranger seated next him whispered to her companion that she was reminded of a cat on hot bricks. When the hour of ten was reached, and the big hand commenced its downward climb on the clock's face, it seemed an impossibility for him to sit quietly. Almost every minute he referred to his watch then got on his legs and looked back towards the entrance* His neighbours derived comfort from the fact that, at last, he pulled his hat from beneath the seat. Throwing his coat over an arm, he walked into the passage way thence to the entrance. There he put on both coat and hat. Then he remeii)))ered he had forgotten his stick. Making to go back to the stalls for it, be as suddenly recollected that he had not brought it to the theatre with him at all. Xor had he handled it in the cab. It was quite easy to understand how he had came to forget it. Most men are creatures of habit. Usually Percy, in taking up his hat, picked up his stick too. When he left Maismore Mansions Mrs. Easton had handed him his hat. Hence for- getfulness of the stick he had left it behind. He was not sorry for that. Because of the excuse with which it furnished him for going back there. Consulting his watch, he found it recording a quarter to eleven. Inwardly furious —because of a suspicion that the widow had sold him-he was not going to show that to her. He was sensitive to a degree would not let her see the effect her behaviour had on him. But for the excuse afforded by his stick, he would not, perhaps, have gone to the Mansions again that night; but the getting back of what he had left behind sufficed as a sort of peg on which to hang his visit. It would be an easy matter to jump into a hansom and go there. Ostensibly to ask for his stick actually to discover if he were the victim of a practical joke! Some jests, like sweet dishes, have sour sauces. The liveried giant at the Palace door whistled him up a cab, and taking instructions from the lare, called up to the driver Maismoje Mansions, t. John's Wood." For the second time that night, filled with different feelings on each occasion, Percy Lisle was driven in a north-westerly diiectiou. To Mrs. Eastons flat. (To be eontimmd.)

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