White Motley

ne was that master of all the courtiers, Dr. Orange. The other was Benny, who met th

and turning, he watched the stooping figure of the man unti

ad been in the act of giving him a definition of beauty-which he had just declared that even Arist

said to Bess. She replied th

's the greatest scoundrel in Switzerland at the present moment, Luton

lau

to virtue; but, of course, I know you, and that's something. Are you coming upstairs t

what that worthy knew about it. Ardlot was as dumb as a drum with a hole in it, and fearing the consequences of a premature disclosure, the doctor retired to his own room to think of it. Of course, he knew the "little widow" now. She was Lady Delayne, and he

er, a hundred castles came tumbling down with a crash and threatened to leave a brave heart sadly crush

ppeared from his view, he trudged back heavily toward the chalet, quite forgetful that he carrie

out headlong by a miracle of a priest, the Abbé Villari. Had not one of the patients at the Sanatorium providentially fallen ill during the small hours, the abbé would not have been on the mountain road at all, and he, Benny, would now be making the best he could of a new and unfamiliar world. But the priest had saved him-and, more wonderful to tell, had confessed, as the

blessing. Let him not despair because the machine was broken. There were clever lads at the monastery, and he, Felix Villari, was no mean mechanic. He would guard the secrets as his own, and pledge his word that the machine

tter spirit came to his aid, and he began to remember the many stories which Holmswell had told of the baronet, and to wonder how many of them were true. Lily Delayne was quite alone in this place; she herself had told him that she had no friends. He knew tha

ried him from Sierre to London, and he might very well have lived out his life as a very ordinary mechanic in a very ordinary workshop. In this way has the story of hundreds of

p to the chalet, he took a sudden resolution and acted upon it without an instant's delay. He would see Lily Delayne immediately and hear from her own lips any story she might have to tell him. That she would have a story he firmly believed, and q

aird," he said, "but I think

ned as upon a freshet of understanding to her cheeks. A woman's sure instinct told her wh

had parted an hour ago, and he wore a certain dignity of manhood which was sure, but indefinable. When he spo

want it. The doctor says I oughtn't to be out at all; but it doesn't do to listen overmuch to the medicine men. You see, I

ked up

on skis, had you

y la

nnaird? Well, I'm going to tell you one; I

roplane!-then you were

ded hi

But I wanted an Englishman to win, and I believe I have the machine. It's not like anybody else's-something different altogether. They tell me I look just like a double-headed eagle when I'm up. That's true, I suppose, for my machine is a bit of a curiosity in its way. You wouldn't understand, perhaps, but if you will come to the chalet s

ushed

voice, "he is my husband-

a little ne

excuse myself, but to ask your forgiveness. A man should never speak all that is in his mind to anybody except himself. When he begins to judge other people, he

simplicity of thought and character which women find irresistible, and Benny was the posses

ffort, "men will be judged when they invite judgment. I am

oulders and a want of sequence e

Mr. Benson; they make no mis

make few friends-men forbid them to do so. But they need friends sometimes, need them very badly. Some day you might

to disguise the mean

may be impossible for me to do so; in which case I must imita

ted to become

it, but it was too dear for me. They've left the servants-you can hav

. "We shall be meeting in the

oom like a schoolboy who has dared an ordeal and returned triumphant. The stars had never shone so brightly over Andana as they shone that night; the moon

t to go out to the world as one of its pioneers; the name of a man who had dared and had achieved. To-day, he doubted if such an hour would ever come. Others would win the great prize; he migh

he chalet and began to caper about like a boy. The little abbé himself, unde

"we cannot work unless you direct

ed at the childish sally-and then, as one

chine made good, the flight achieved. Long hours of unremitting toil would be necessary; but what of that? Ten thousa

at gentle

he contented himself with that wholly uplifting thought, that even n