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INTO MARVELOUS LIQHT SYNOPSIS. Julian Deveaux, a New York actor of bad character, goes South for rest and recreation. He falls deeply in love with a young Southern girl who gives him only cordial friendship in return, but consents to marry him at the sudden death of her father, who also wishes the union. John Marsden, a young preacher to whom De veaux had become attracted in New York, comes South to perform the ceremony. The couple go at once abroad and in Paris, Christiania, the wife, gets the first glimpse of the husband’s unfortunate disposition. Later, a woman connected with Deveaux’s past, meets and fol lows the couple, returning on the steamer with them to America. She takes occasion to warn Deveaux that his wife does not love him. But the man determines to rid himself of this woman by police aid, and devotes him self to his wife. He has planned a surprise for her in a handsome home in New York, and he calls on John Marsden to urge him to visit Christiania in her new home. The girl herself remembers Marsden and is anx ious for another meeting. The preacher, hoping to help and guide her, consents to make the visit which he has shunned as long as permissible. After his first call at the Deveaux home Christiana accompanied by her aunt, Mrs. Wayland, attend services at John Marsden’s church. He dines with the family afterward and Julian Deveaux brings a friend home to dinner also. He openly boasts of the manner in which he has desecrated the Sabbath while the friend alluded to Deveaux’s past career as an actor. This allusion is the first intimation the young wife has ever had of her husband’s past calling. (Continued from last week.) 1 ‘ I beg. your pardon. But Mrs. Deveaux must see you on the stage to fully appreciate you. Unless she sees you there, she cannot realize what a tal ented fellow you are, don’t you know. Mrs. De veaux, I fear your husband has been very modest if he has never told you that he is one of our most noted actors. You would be quite jealous, if you could see how the ladies rave over him, don’t you know. He is a deuced good fellow not to become the most conceited man in the world, don’t you know. But if you will pardon my being so per sonal, I must assure you that Deveaux can never become half so popular as his charming wife is al ready. Allow me to congratulate you upon your success, for you are acknowledged belle of New York, don’t you know.” ‘ ‘ She is overcome with modest blushes, I must make a little bow to you for her,” interrupted Mr. Deveaux. The two men continued the light talk so rapidly, there was little opportunity for anyone else to ven ture a remark. The look of half contempt which Christiana could not conceal from Bradmore he ac cepted as admiration. He had decided at the ball that he would get up an affair with this young bride. In fact, he thought she should feel compli mented to receive his marked attentions. So dur ing the remainder of his stay, he was most atten tive to her. Deveaux accepted it as a matter of course, and was only amused. It would please him very much for Bradmore to fall at his wife’s feet, to receive only scorn and contempt in return. He chuckled to himself in contemplation of it. This situation left Mrs. Wayland in conversation with John Marsden. She had opportunity to ex press her pleasure in resuming their acquaintance, and to implore him to be as Christiana’s brother, and to protect her should she ever need a protector. “Mr. Marsden, of course you know what the temptations of a society woman are. In the eyes of the world, my niece has made a brilliant marriage, and I have no complaint to make against Mr. De veaux as to his devotion in every way. But she is slowly drifting into the world’s maelstrom from whence so few are ever rescued. Something im presses me that you alone can protect her. Let me entreat you to make every effort to keep before her the higher life. I have never seen her so affected as she was at church today. So I believe it lies in your power to save her, if any one can.” “God help me to do it,” was all he could answer, The Golden Age for May 3, 1906. By LLEWELYN ST EP HENS CHAPTER XVIII. “Howe’er we trust to mortal things, Each hath its pair of folded wings; Though long their terrors rest unspread, Their fatal plumes are never shed; At last, at last, they stretch in flight, And blot the day and blast the night.” —Holmes. Julian Deveaux had spent that Sabbath morning not at his club, but in the apartment of Ariane Bouvier. She had heaped such threats and en treaties upon him, she was slowly but surely accom plishing her purpose. He went to make a short call upon her, but she gave him some drugged wine, so he remained for hours, and was recalled to himself only by the entrance of Horace Bradmore, whom she had induced to call to arouse Deveaux’s jeal ousy. It had the desired effect. Thus it was he invited Bradmore to accompany him home, while he, himself, possessed of the most reckless mood to which he had given way since his marriage. When their guests had departed, and Mr. Deveaux and his wife were alone, he anticipated a stormy scene; but when she referred in no way to what had so humiliated her, he rejoiced inwardly that he had gotten her so well trained as not to take him to task about any of his words or deeds. So he did not realize at all what he had done, but be gan talking just as if nothing unusual had occurred. “By the way, pet, Bradmore has invited us to join a theatre party Wednesday evening. I wish you to look your very best. He is evidently quite charmed with you. Nothing would be more fun to me than to see him deeply infatuated with you, for half the women in New York are crazy about him. When he entertains he does it royally, and this af fair is to be in your honor. After the play we are to have supper at the Waldorf Astoria and make al most a night of it. But you know, real life only begins in New York after the electric lights are turned on. It is just then time to begin to live. There is a cold glare about daylight that has no inspiration in it to me. So give me a kiss now, and I’m off to the club, for I have an engagement at nine o’clock.” He went away humming gaily, “There little girl, don’t cry, don’t cry.” If Christiana’s heart had spoken aloud during this interview with her husband, it would have awakened him to the fact that he no longer pos sessed in his wife the demure little girl he first met at Monteagle. She forgot her aspirations of the morning to become a woman strong enough to rise above her environment, to become such a woman as was John Marsden’s ideal. One desire now pos sessed her, to show her husband that she was not a mere child, a doll or a toy with which be might amuse himself, and, furthermore, she would make him feel some of the stings with which he had seemed to poison her very souL Her idol had fallen into dust. And she did not know that when one idol falls to raise up others brings only disappoint ment again and again. She had yet to learn that there is but one idol whose garments never trail in the dust of sin, disappointment and suffer ing. Strange that mankind seldom look up to the cross of Christ until they have waded there through blood that has been wrung from their hearts by suffering. Mr. Deveaux returned home about three o’clock that night. Christiana sat up, pretending to read. She skimmed over page after page, without the slightest idea of what she was reading. She did not ask him where he had been, nor what had kept him. But her very silence infuriated him. “By the gods,” he exclaimed, “I thought 1 had given you time to practice smiling again, but 1 s°e I have not. But I swear, I’ll st°y aww next time until you will be glad to give me a smile when I return. I have just had a splendid offer to play for three months in Paris, and if we have manv more scenes like this, I shall certainly be tempted to accept it, and go over alone.” “It would be an excellent idea,” she coldly and quietly replied. “Then you deliberately tell me that you wish to get rid of me, do you,” he burst forth with in creased fury. “A woman never does that, except for one reason, and that is when she has fallen in love with another man. Well, if you are infat uated with Bradmore, you are welcome to him, for he will lead you a gay dance. He has tarnished the reputation of no less than a dozen prominent women in New York about whom there had never before been a breath of scandal.” “Then why do you bring him into your home, and deliberately set a snare for your wife? Tell me! Tell me!” “I did it principally because he has so long boasted of the hearts he has broken, and because he has so long posed as a rival. I longed to see him at the feet of my wife, never dreaming that she, like other weak creatures, would immediately fall a victim to his fascinations.” “You talk like a mad man. You shall not con tinue to heap such insults upon me. Leave my room this instant, and do not return until you are ready to implore my pardon.” “Once I was told that you did not really love me, now I am convinced of it. You drive me from you. I go, and my grand lady, there are others who will gladly welcome me.” lie went with a very tragic air, while she stood pointing to the door with a hand of scorn and com mand. When he had gone she locked her door, and her mask of reserve gave way. Such paroxysms of suffer ing overwhelmed her, she felt almost crazed. But she determined to suffer alone. As usual she appear ed at breakfast with her aunt, and pleaded only a headache. She expressed surprise that her husband did not come down. She waited a, few moments, then went to his room. He was not there, neither had his bed been touched. Had he really left the house as he had threatened to do? Yet whatever her thoughts she must not reveal them to any one. Mastering herself, she returned to the breakfast room, and said in a very matter of fact way: “Julian stepped out before breakfast, but I thought he intended to return. He must have met seme one who detained him on business. We shall rot delay breakfast any longer. 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