The Hypocrite

e. To most young men it is a girl or several girls. For some girls it is a young man. For some other people it is a church, a bar, a coterie-for

is idea was to keep quiet till Sturtevant came up to town, for he thought that very little could stand against such a combination. Accordingly he had a pleasant time for the next few weeks. His work did not take him more than four hours a day, and now that his circle of acquain

from his own personality, and feel an awful pity for his own dying soul. Then after these luxurious abandonments, these delightful lapses into religious sentimentality, he would seize on pleasure as a monkey seizes on a nut, find

ed to be smart or clever. There had been several other ultra-modern young men there; and seeing that the hostess-a charming person-was wearied of their modernity and smart sayings, he affected quite another style, pl

s latch-key went upstairs. He entered the room, and to his immeasurable surprise found it brilliantl

ing a cigarette, while on the other side of the fire was a young lady dressed in the v

did you spring fr

re a lady, please," said

in the air. "Spit it out, old

e lady to Sturtevant and back ag

Mr. Yardly Gobion, Miss-er-I d

y. "My name don't matter

said Gobion. "I am

filthy state, with no fire, my laundress not expecting me till to-morrow. I dined at the 'Monico,' and met that damsel in Piccad

bring that sort in. I like them anywhere but in

eone to amuse me, and I expected you'd be late. Now look here; can

hink so; I'll a

trouble getting Sturtevant out of bed; and they began a compo

glishman's shortest prayer), and threw it into the fire. Another was a letter from Scott, strong, earnest, and loving. He passed

hird

ear C

in Kensington. We hope to see a good deal of you, as you say you ha

must meet our train-the 4.30 at V

affecti

d Love

Gobion, "my gi

u had one; has

gible; he doesn't know I've been sent down, and I don't

ur plans some time to-day. Whe

rk till four; I've a novel to do for The

'Smell the paper-knife' instea

ok here, I will come round about

now and get my rooms i

t the room, looking for his hat. "It'

ay. There it is, though-under the sofa. I

ists think; but I expect someone

to eat. They kept him waiting some little time. Albert, the waiter, who was supposed to be smart in his profession, o

lass carriage where he saw Mr. Lovering getting out. The parson was a little man, all for

en. So good of you. Get Marjori

e, glowing with health and spirits, her

ed hand into his, looking up in his face, w

re going to stay in London for over a fortnight, and

the truck which held his baggage, holding a piece of paper in his hand, muttering, "One black bag-yes; two corded trunks-yes; one hat-box-yes; two boxes of ferns-yes

g it, aren't yo

me! Now if you will get a cab I shou

, standing by Marjorie while the

lly old four-wh

a hansom together to your heart's content-j

u know the address. Go

evidently in haste to catch a train. Unfortunately, just as it was coming into the yard, the horse swerved and fell, and the man inside was shot out past Gobion, his head striking the curbstone with fearful force. Death was almost instantaneous. Gobion rushed up an

of the dead man was lying in the gutter, where it had been jerked when he fell. He picked it up, giving a

he ran over the road to Tinelli's, an Italian restaurant, and, ordering pens, paper, and a flask of Chianti, wrote furiously a brief account, about a quarter of a c

d the horror of what he had seen. He put on another suit, not feeling

ost in its vehemence. A man possessed by it forgets everything but the fierce joy of his work, a

as all more elaborate than his Oxford rooms, because at Oxford he was too well known for his position to depend on externals-while in London they were part of his stock-in-trade. It was a room in which laziness seemed a virtue, with numberless contrivances for comfort. Corners for

be quite undisturbed all night. We have a good fire, tobacco, an

wrongs. We will do an article for it on 'How Barmaids Live.' We can describe the horrors of their lot: a sleeping-

ink that w

y beast who reads the Moon loves anythin

ll we get

st try quite a different line. It's a newspaper in a strait waistcoat, so to speak, and it's just been subsidized by the anti-gambling people. How would 'The Gambling Evil

ening Times and the W

nted which I will revise. All these things shall go in under your name, and I will inve

ucculent preparation, that a few sheep are always kept in the home paddocks of each of the royal residences to be in readiness if Her Majesty should

blic love this

t it down on a piece of paper with the name of

idea," said Sturte

es

the High Church goings-

but

new popish plot every week. Well, you supply me with enough facts and names to prov

ppi

th a letter of introduction from Father Gray, and answer my attack and so on for the next few weeks,

vant," said Gobion, wagging his head

would be unpleasant to be imprisoned

than we state. Style is

he night, arranging their plans, inventing

only proposing, however, to deal with the less reputable papers, for t

tevant said, "What about typin

ley, who was mixed up in the Wrampling case. She used to be a typewriter, and she has a machine still. Moreover she'd be glad to e

committing a breach of pro

ll the Friday morning, as Gobion wishe

h a chilly Christian smile, in which perchance lingered some

ered his joy at seeing her again, holding her little, tender, perfumed hand. He called forth all his powers of pleasing, and paid her de

s the sort of girl that took nothing but chocolates seriously. As her mother had died when she was quite young, she had been sent to a boarding

ter bought loves, he found a pleasant freshness. It was not only better and holier, but more piquant. At times, now past, he had p

e of higher things was going, and though he put the thought from him, he knew in his inmost soul that the time was approaching when life w

cornelian brooch. She disapproved of her granddaughter as too modern, and taking things too much for granted. Indeed, the old lady had a dim idea that Marjorie must

Gobion went home. The fire had gone out, leaving the room dark and cheerless, in sympathy with his thoughts. But then came a st

everything else in the pride of domina

ey had a jolly riotous time, the estimable Mr. Heath ha

tically related, amid shouts of laughter, how he had first met his protègè Blanche Huntley, when he was repo

they wrote with the whiskey bottle between them. MS. after MS. was finished and sent off to be typed; and then when they had produced a number of articles, paragraphs, an

orie. And for three or four days, while Sturtevant sat in his rooms and drank