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12 INTO MARVELOUS LIQHT SYNOPSIS. Julian Deveaux, a New York actor of bad per sonal character goes South for rest and recreation and meets an attractive Southern family. He be comes friends with the father, John Douglas, and falls in love with the young daughter, Christiania. The girl has only a feeling of cordial friendship for Deveaux, but on the sudden death of the father she consents to marry him. John Marsden, a young preacher for whom Deveaux had entertained a friendship, and an attraction before his marriage, comes South to perform the ceremony. The young couple go abroad for a wedding trip and in Paris Mrs. Deveaux has the first glimpse of the real na ture of her husband. This glimpse is widened at Constantinople, when a woman connected with De veaux’s past appears on the scene. She follows the young couple on their journeyings and returns to New York with them. On shipboard she sends De veaux a note warning him that his wife does not love him, but the man tries to ignore the intima tion and happily anticipates the surprise he has prepared for his wife in presenting her with a handsome Fifth Avenue home, where he desires her to become a social leader. The girl herself looks forward only to another meeting with the preacher, John Marsden, who had impressed her deeply at her wedding. (Continued from last week.) Her heart was filled with conflicting emotion as she stood again on American soil, her dear na tive land. After the calmness of the ocean voyage, the noise around the pier was bewildering. She was lifted into their own carriage, and her husband seated himself beside her. Just as the footman clos ed the door, a face, haggard and hard, appeared before them. Christiana gave a little scream, and caught her husband’s arm. He said something un der his breath, unintelligible to her. The carriage rolled away. “That woman, Julian! Is that face to haunt me forever ? ” “No, dearest, I shah report her to police head quarters to-morrow. Rest assured she shall not con tinue to trouble us.” It was an ideal October morning as they drove through the city. Fifth Avenue was not what she had imagined it. She had the Southern idea of a street of beautiful homes surrounded by spacious lawns. Instead of what she had pictured, she saw hun dreds of brown stone fronts, massive, towering, all joined together, giving her a sense of suffocation. Their carriage stopped before an imposing struc ture of stone and marble. The footman opened the carriage door. Mr. Deveaux alighted and assisted his wife out and up tbe marble steps. She was ushered into what seemed to her a palace. The thought flashed through her mind, “What a beau tiful hotel. I saw nothing like this abroad.” “Dearest, suppose we have one of the atten dants show us over, that we may have our choice of a suite of rooms.” He wished her to see it all before he told her it was hers. She made no com ments except to go into raptures over the whole of it. Fortunately she chose the suite of rooms that had been prepared for her. When she had seen it all, he took her in his arms, and told her that it was hers—his bridal gift. •She looked into his face some moments without speaking, as if trying to comprehend it all, then rested her head against his heart. She was more overwhelmed with the added proof of his love for her than she was at the surprise of such a home being hers, for she had become accustomed to such magnificence and splendor and show and ceremony while in her temporary Paris home. She did not realize how much that year abroad had advanced her in the path of worldliness. For one so young, her I 'isband had succeeded in training her well for the position he wished his wife to occupy in New The Golden Age for April 19, 1906.* By LLEWELYN STEPHENS. York society. He knew that her unusual beauty and girlish simplicity would go a great way in smoothing the path for her. A dainty lunch was awaiting them. She could not eat, but w T ent through the form. 'She could not realize so soon that all this was hers, and to be hers for years and years to come, perhaps, during a long life of uninterrupt ed happiness. She could not look into the future and see that all this pomp and show and ceremony were but a reflection of her future life, that she was to become as a part of it. That this great mass of stone, clothed in all the world’s adornment, was a human being with a form clothed in all that the world gives, yet possessing no soul—a dead thing. CHAPTER XV. “And with wonder his form did I closely scan; He is not ugly, and is not lame, But really a handsome and charming man. A man in the prime of life is the devil, Obliging, a man of the world, and civil; A diplomatist, too, well skilled in debate, He talks right glibly of church and state.” —Heine. The day after their arrival, Mr. Deveaux dis patched a note to John Marsden, asking him to call at his earliest convenience. Christiana had desired him to do so. John seemed a part of the sweet old home life at Monteagle. In her dreams she had again heard his voice in song, and had remembered the touch of his hand and pitying expression of his eyes. She was glad he was her husband’s friend, for she was not afraid of coming in contact with such a man as she believed him to be. Therefore, she was disappointed and her husband was annoyed when John Marsden replied that he appreciated the invitation, but that his duties and engagements were so pressing he feared he might not be able to call for some time. Day after day passed, and still he did not come. “Confound that boy,” said Deveaux, “some strange freak has seized him. I shall go to see him and dis cover what is the matter.” John Marsden was in his study when Mr. Dev eaux was ushered in. They greeted each other cor dially. “Haven’t you given a fellow and his bride a warm welcome? I would not have accused you of such fickleness. What is the matter with you, John?” “I gladly welcome you and your bride, and I am delighted to see you. But, Julian, you know what my work, my life is. I must not step aside from it. There are surroundings in your home with which a minister should not allow himself to be tempted. My life work is with the lowly.” Deveaux grew angry. “Do you think the atmos phere surrounding my wife would contaminate you? She has repeatedly expressed the desire to know you well, to have you for a real friend in our home. Do you propose to allow some Roman Catholic priest to come in and persuade her into his church? All religious women must have their church, their charities, and their benevolent institutions, you know. She shall have all the money she desires to carry our her religious whims, and I shall not in terfere. You are the only man I am willing should be her spiritual advisor. If you refuse to be, I shall have to leave her to the mercy of the one who may have the greatest persuasive powers.” John Marsden’s face crimsoned. “If you mean that your wife has expressed a desire to consult me in regard to Christian work in which she wishes to interest herself, of course I shall be most glad to call to see her.” “That is just what I mean, so no more of your monkeyish pranks. I need you, myself, too, you her mit. Isn’t it almost incredible, John, that I should have lost my very soul to any woman, much less to a little country eirl? She’s made a new man of me. Several times I’ve been on the verge of my old time moods of madness, but the sight of her drives them away. Now that I am back among my old set of devils, I shall have some hard battles to fight, I dare say. So, laying all joking aside, John, it is your duty, at least, to make an effort to keep me in. the straight and narrow path, for my wife’s sake, if not for my own. I have kept on such a mask before her, she has not the slightest idea of what my past life has been, and I hope to the gods she may never know.” “Change the inside, Julian, then there will be no need for a mask.” “Don’t begin your preaching to me, John. By the way, Annie has written for her aunt, Mrs. Way land, to come for an indefinite stay with us. Do you remember her?” “Yes, quite well.” “She does not like me, but she was a devoted mother to Annie, so, of course, I must be courteous to her for Annie’s sake, just as long as I can bear the restraint which her presence will bring into our home. She will want to see you, too, so hurry up, my dear fellow, and redeem yourself for your un pardonable delay in coming over.” CHAPTER XVI. Love contending with friendship, and self with each generous impulse. To and fro in his breast his thoughts were heav ing and dashing, As a foundering ship. —Longfellow. When alone, John Marsden sank into a chair by a table and rested his face upon his arms. “My God,” he groaned, “Thou art placing me in the fiery furnace. Help me, 0 God, to bravely face all danger to save her. I must become a part of that home where she stands as upon the brink of hell itself. Thou, alone, 0 God, canst support me. Give me strength to suffer and be strong.” The next afternoon he called at the Deveaux home. Mr. Deveaux was not in, so he saw Christiana alone. They were both almost overcome at this first meeting since the parting at the grave of her father. Tbe time of her father’s illness, the mar riage by the death-bed, the open grave, the mound of flowers, then that voice which had so moved her, all came before her. Her eyes filled with tears, and the drops rolled down her cheeks. John felt as if he would choke from the emotions aroused within himself. He longed to say something to comfort her, but there was no language through which he could express what was overwhelming his whole being. (Continued next week.) [The Measure of all -i/rs I l\ 1 u w |\U 1 I |\ 5| \ <[ I Commercial Brains n o \ 71 ■ Vi u—i vJ ■ ■ measure every typewriter v LJ-—M ■ ■ —quality for quality—attri- VTtS 1 \ IHH ■ bute lor attribute—by the tl S 1 I Underwood |\l\ | ■ How approach it in respon- V J— —1 ■ siveness—in mechanical per- 1 ■ lection. 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