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Senator John Calhoun la Invited to be¬
come secretary ol state In Tyler's cab¬
inet. He declare* that if ha accepts the Texas
end He sends Oregon his must be added Nicholas to Trlst, Utjlon. to
secretary, of the
ask the Baroness von RiU, spy
British ambassador, l’akenham, to call at
hi* apartments. While searching for the
baroness' home, a carriage drive* up and
Nicholas Is invited to enter. The occupant
I* the baroness, and she auks Nicholas to
ssstst In evading pursuer*. Nicholas notes
that the baroness has lost a slipper. She
gives him the remaining slipper as he a
pledge that she will tel! Calhoun what in¬
wants to know regarding England's
tentions toward Mexico. As security
Nicholas gWes her a trinket he Intended
for his sweetheart, Elizabeth Churchill.
Tyler tells Pakenham that Joint occupa¬
tion of Oregon with England, must cease,
that the west has raised the cry of “Flf-
ty-four Forty, or Fight.” Cain oun orders be¬
comes secretary of state. lie
Nicholas to Montreal on state business,
and the latter plans to be married that
right, Tho baroness says she will try to
prevent the rtuirriagc. A drunken con¬
gressman the whom Nicholas asks to assist
In woddlrig arrangements, sends the
baroness’ slipper to Elizabeth, by mis¬
take, Nicholas and the wedding Is declared off.
And* the baroness In Montreal,
she having succeeded, where he fulled, In
discovering ing England's Intentions regard¬
Oregon. She tells him that the slip¬
per he had In his possession contained a
noto from the attache of Texas to the
British ambassador, saying that If tho
United States did not annex Texas with¬
in JO days, she would lose both Texas and
Oregon. Klttenhofcn, Nlchofus meets a naturalist, Von
who gives him Information
about Oregon. The baroness and a British
warsh.’.i disappear from Montreal simul¬
taneously. hofen Calhoun engages Von n.tten-
to make maps of tho western coun¬
try. Calhoun orders Nicholas to head a
party of settlers bound for Oregon.
Nicholas has an unsatisfactory Interview
with Elizabeth. Calhoun excites the
Jealousy of f».nora Signature yturrio and thereby
secure* the of the Texas at¬
tache to a treaty of annexation, Nicholas
atari* British for Oregon. lie wins the race over
the C rt k A British warship ar-
rives with ronass aa a p n.aaengvr>
CHAPTER XXVII,—-Continued.
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Yet she wtvs the same. She seemed
•lightly thinner now, yet not less beau¬
tiful. Her eyos were dark and brilliant
as ever. The clear features of her
face were framed in the roll of her
heavy locks, as I had seen tlhem last.
Her garb, as usual, betokened luxury.
She was robed as though for som?
fete, all In white satin, and pale blue
fires of stones shone faintly at throat
and wrist Contrast enough she made
to me, clad la smoke-browned tunic
of buck, with the leggings and mocca¬
sins of a savage, my belt lacking but
prepared fof weapons.
"I see, madam," said I, smiling, ‘Miat
still I am only asleep and dreaming.
But how exquisite a dream, here In
this wild country! How unfit here am
I, a savage, who introduce the one
■discordant note Into so sweet a
dream!”
^ J gestured to my costume, gestured
about me as I took In the details of
Ute long room In which we stood. I
•wear It was the same as that In
which 1 hud seen her at a similar
hour In Montreal! It was the same I
had first seen in Washington!
Impossible? I am doubted? Ah,
but. do I not know? Did 1 not see?
Here were the pictures on the walls,
the carved Cupids, the candelabra
With their prisms, the chairs, the
.pouches! Beyond yonder satin cur¬
tains rose the high canopy of the em¬
broidery-Covered couch, Its fringe d
drapery reaching almost to the deep
pile of the carpets.
Yet not quite the same, It seemed
to me. There were some little things
missing, just as there were some little
things missing from her appearance.
For Instance, these draperies at the
right, which formerly had cut off the
Napoleon bed at Us end of the room,
now were of blankets and not of silk.
The bed Itself was not piled deep In
down, but contained, as I fancied from
tny hurried glance, a thin mattress,
■tufted perhaps with 6traw. A roll of
blankets lay across Its foot. As I
gazed to the farther extremity of this
side of the long suite, 1 saw other evi¬
dences of change, it was Indeed as
though Helena von Ultz, creature of
luxury, woman of an old, luxurious
world, exotic of monarchical surround¬
ings, had begun Insensibly to slip into
the ways of the rude democracy of the
far frontiers.
I saw all this; but ere 1 had finished
my first hurried glance I had accepted
her, as always one must, just as she
was.
"Yes,” said she at length, slowly,
“yes, 1 now believe It to be fate.”
She had not yet smiled. I took her
band and held it long. I felt g'lad to
•ee her, and to take her hand; it
seemed pledge of friendship; and as
things now were shaping, 1 «urely
needed a friend.
At last., her face flushing slightly,
•he disengaged her hand and motioned
me to a east But still we stood silent
for a few moments. "Hare you no
surloslty?" said she at length.
“I am too happy to bavo curiosity,
my dear madam.”
"You will not even ask me why
am here?" she Insisted.
“1 know. I have known all along
You ore In the pay of England. When
i missed you at Montreal, I knew you
bafl sailed on the Modeste for
gon. We knew all this, and planned
lor It. 1 have come across by land to
meet you. I have waited. I greet you
She lookotf me now clearly In the
’I ant not sure," said she at
’ • h. slowly.
of what tradamr When
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you travel on England’s warship," I
smiled, "you travel as the guest of
England herself. Jf, then, you arc
not for England, in God’s name, whose
friend are y<nt?" .
“Whose friend am I?" she answered
slowly. "I say to you that I do not
fehow. Nor do I know who is my
friend. A friend—what is that? I
never knew one!”
"Then be mine. Let me be your
friend. You know my history. You
know about me and my work. 1 throw
my secret into your hands. You will
not betray me? You warned me once,
at Montreal. Will you not shield me
once again. Come, can you bet.ay a
people of whom you can say so
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’’Ah, now you would try to tempt
me from a trust which has been te-
posed in me!
“Not in tho least. I would not have
you break your word with Mr. Palten-
ham; but I know you are here on the
same errand as myself, lou are to
leam facts and report them to Mr.
Pakenham—as I am to Mr. Calhoun.
Meantime, you have not reported?"
"No, I am not yet ready”
"Certainly not. You are not yet
possessed of your facts. You have not
yet seen this country. You do not yet
know these men—the same savages
who once accounted for another Pa-
kenliatn at New Orleans—hardy ns
buffaloes, fierce as wolves. Walt and
see them come pouring across the
mountains Into Oregon. Then make
your report to this Pakenham. Ask
him if England wishes to fight our
backwoodsmen once more!”
"You credit me with Tery much
ability!” she smiled.
She dropped Into a chair near by a
llttle table, where the light of the tall
candles, guttering In their enameled
sconces, fell full upon her face. She
looked at me fixedly, her eyes dark
and mournful In spite of their eager-
ness.
“Ah, It Is easy for you to speak,
easy for you who have so rich and full
a life—who have all! But I—my hands
are empty!” She spread out her
curved fingers, looking at them,
dropping her hands, pathetically
drooping her shoulders.
“All, tnadam? What do you mean?
You see me almost in rags. Beyond
the rifle at my cabin, the pistol at my
tent, I have scarce more in wealth
; than what 1 wear, while you have
what you like.”
j “AU hut everything!" she mur-
1 mured; ’’all but home!”
j "Nor have 1 a home.”
> "All, except that my couch Is empty
I save for myself and my memories!"
| "Not more than mine, nor with sad-
j der "Why. memories, what madam." do you mean?" she
J j asked mean?" me Site suddenly. repeated “What It again, do you
as
! though half In horror.
j "Only that we are equal and alike,
That we are here on the same errand,
That our view of life should be the
! same."
j ) But ”'A tell bat do you mean not about then borne?
mo, were you mar-
j ried?”
1 "No, 1 a’one. madam. I never
tut
shall be married."
1 There may have been mine
motion of a hand whtch beckoned
to a seat at the opposite side of the
table. An I sat, 1 saw her search my
face carefully, slowly, with eyes 1
could not read. At last she spoke, aft-
eT her frequent fashion, half to her-
seJL *t
succeeded, then!” said she. "Yet
I am not happy! Yet I have failed!"
“I pause, madam," said I, smiling.
“i await your pleasure.”
« Ah> God i Ahi God! -. she g i g}l e d .
"tvhat have I done?" She staggered
f 0 h er f e(A g nd stood beating her
hands together, as was her way when
perturbed. "What have I done!"
. Threlkar j heard her callj haU
ehoklt;gly The old servant came hur-
riedly
.. Wlne _ tea , BnytMngf Threlka!" She
drop p ed down again opposite me,
panting, and looking at me with wide
eyeg
.. TeU do yoa know wUat you
hav0 ERldr 8he began .
„ N raadam . , grieve If I have
caused you any paln ;.
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, >? o: *•»; 7' lat pa ‘ n you 1 ^ve are noble; caused when you! .
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' et not more than 1 myself. No. not so
rauch 1 hope not 80 mucIl!
Truly there is thought which passes
^ Biing < ? nl lnln< in ^ her t0 raiud toiod- sped Suddenly acros* the to
min «- 1 looked at her suddenly. In
my eyes also > P 11 "* 1 ®? 3 - ibe horror
w ^ lc “ I
“It was you!" 1 exclaimed. "It was
yoxil Ah, now I begin to understand!
How could you? You parted us! You
parted me from Elizabeth!”
"Yes," she said regretfully, “I did
it. It was my fault."
I rose and drew apart from her. un-
able to speak. She Went on.
“But I was not then as 1 am now.
See, I was embittered, reckless, des-
perate. I was only beginning to
think—I only wanted time. I did not
really mean to do all this. I only
thought— Why, 1 had not yet known
you a day nor her an hour. ’Twas all
no more than half a jest."
"How could you do it?” I demanded,
“Yet that Is no more strange. How
did you do It?”
" A t the door, that first night. I
was mad then over the wrong done to
what little womanhood I could claim
f<> r my own. 1 hated Yturrio. 1 hated
Pakenham. They had both Insulted
mo . 1 hated every man. 1 had seen
nothing but the bitter and desperate
side of life—1 was eager to take re-
venge even upon the innocent ores of
this world, seeing that 1 had suffered
so much. 1 bad an old grudge against
women, against women. I say—against
women!" ’
she buried her face In her hands. 1
1 Kaw her eyes no more till Threlka
1 came and lifted her head, offering her
j a cup of drink, and so standing pa-
tientiy until again she had dismissal.
j j madam," "But still I began. it is all “I a puzzle to me.
do not under-
i stand."
“Well, Vhem you stood at the d^or.
my little s'noe in your pocket, when
you kissed my hand that first night,
when you tola me what yon would do
j d j d you love a woman—when 1 saw
ROWetU'.r.q r.ew In life 1 had not recti
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that no womaj In the world should be
happy If I could help, 1 slipped in the
body of the slipper a little line or so
| that I bad written when you did not
see, when I was in the other room.
'Twas that took the place of Van
Zandt’s message, after all. Monsieur,
it was fate. Van Zandt's letter, with¬
out plan, fell out on my table. Your
note, sent by plan, remained in the
shoe!”
‘‘And w’hat did It say? Tell me at
once."
“Very little. Yet enough for a wom¬
an who loved and who expected. Only
this: ‘In spite of that other woman,
come to me still. Who can teach you
love of woman as 1 can? Helena.’ I
think It was some s»ch words as
those."
"I had not thought any one capable*
of that,” said I.
“Ah, but 1 repented on the instantl
I repented before night came. In the
twilight I go. upon my knees and
prayed that all my plan might go
wrong—if I could call It plan.”
But again I could only turn away
to ponder.
“See,” she went on; “for myself,
this is irremediable, but it is not so
for you, nor for her. It is not too
111 to b*e made right again. There in
Montreal, I thought that 1 had failed
In roy plan, that you Indeed were mar¬
ried. You held yourself well in hand;
like a man, monsieur. But as to that,
you were married, for your love for
her remained: your pledge held. And
did not I, repenting, marry you to her
—did not I, on my knees, marry you to
her that night? Oh, do not blame me
too much!”
“She should net have doubted," said
I. "I shall not go back and ask her
again. The weakest of men are strong
sometimes!"
“Ah, now you are but a man! Be.
Ing such, you cannot understand how
terribly much the faith of man means
for a woman. It was her need for you
th*t spoke, not her doubt of you.
Forgive her. She was not to blame,
Blame me! Do what you like to pun-
lsh me! Now, I shall make amends,
Tell me what I best may do. Shall 1
go to her, shall I tell her,"
“Not as my messenger. Not fer
me.”
^No? Well, then, for myself? That.
13 my right. 1 shall tell hei how
priestly faithful a man you were.
Come," she said, "I will bargain with
you, after all!”
"Any bargain you like, madam.”
"And l will keep n:y bargain. You
know that I will."
"Yes, I know that."
“Very well, then. I am going back
to Washington." \ *
“How do you mean?"
“By land, aeross the country; the
way you came."
"You do not know what you ear,
madam. The journey you suggest ia
incredible, impossib'e."
“That matters nothing. I am go¬
ing. And I am going alone— No, you
cannot come with me. Do you think
1 would risk more than 1 have risked?
I go alone. I am England's spy; yes,
that is true. 1 am to report to Erig-
land; yes, that is true. Therefore, ,the
more I see, the more I shall have to
report. Besides, I have something
else to do."
"But would Mr. Pakenham listen to
your report, after all?"
Now shd hesitated for a moment. "I
can Induce him to listen," she raid,
"That is part of my errand, Firrt. be¬
fore I see Mr. Pakcnham I am going
to see Miss Elizabeth Churchill. 1
shall report plso to htr. Then 1 stall
have done my duty. Is it not eo?"
“You could do no more," said 1.
“But what bargain—"
“Listen. If she uses me ill and will
not believe either you or me—then,
being a woman. 1 shall hate her; and
In that case I shall go to Sir Richard
for my own revenge. 1 shall tell him
to bring on this war. In that case,
Oregon will be lost to you. or at ieaot
bought dear by blood and treasure."
“We will attend to that, madam,"
said 1 grimly, and J. smiled at her, al-
though a sudden fear caught at my
heart. 1 knew what damage she was
In position to accomplish if she liked.
My heart stood still. 1 felt the ia.nt
sweat 8gain on mv forehead.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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