e thought.

"I'll be too busy swapping lead for brimstone with Mr. Spook to stop
and hang a lantern!"

XV

MYSTERIOUS INFLUENCES

The Princess of Aragon gazed into the republican eyes of the Kentuckian
with a glowing fire which was contrary to all rules and conventions of
the divine right of kings. No common man should have been given such a
glimpse of empire; but, in justice to the magic of such glances which
come once from the eyes of every good woman, for some good man, in each
lifetime, it must be acknowledged that their potent wizardry turns the
commonplace, even the tawdry surroundings of a thousand million
every-day lives, into dazzling kingdoms of love.

Warren Jarvis felt the thrill, and he lost his humorous poise: the
heart-breaking seriousness of it all now came to his realization. How
he wanted to draw her to him, forgetting all the differences in
nativity, the social and political conditions which separated them so
insufferably!

Back in New York she had been to him as any other sweet, well-bred
girl; but here, in the Land of the Middle Ages, there were centuries
between them.

He wished to touch her hand, and yet so deep was his reverence--not for
her family position, but for her own proud poise of soul--that he
stifled his desire and dropped his eyes, ashamed of his own weakness!

The girl divined his thoughts better than he realized.

She had stepped upon the low platform at the base of the stairs, and
thus her face was on a level with his.

"Oh, Mr. Jarvis--you are brave, so brave! I never can tell you how you
have sustained me, in my fears and grief. I can never let you realize
how gallant I believe you to be for what you are doing to-night for my
sake."

Jarvis shook his head in deprecation.

"Are we not merely honest traders, your Highness? We made a compact,
risking your life at the start to save mine. Now, is the completion--when
I find your brother and solve the mystery of the fortune, I will know
that our account is squared. Then, I may be--_human_!"

Her eyes dropped before his own ardent answer, and she turned to the
stairs.

"I must go get the memorandum and the locket."

"Yes, of course? Where is it? You should have guarded that well."

"It is safe in my room, Mr. Jarvis,--I won't be long," and up the steps
she fled as though trying to escape from her own heart, in some
strange, new, yet not unpleasant panic.

"Rusty! Oh, Rusty!" called Warren. "Bring down my ha