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_- Saat Lag e * A SERVANT OF SATAN. CEL ee BF Letting himself in with his latch-key he walks softly up stairs and enters the drawing-room where a light is still dimly burning. His footsteps fall noiselessly on the thick carpet, and wishing to surprise Rose, who could hardly have retired for the night at this comparatively early hour, he pulls aside the heavy drapery of tawny plush which screens the door of her ‘‘ boudoir,” and peeps in. Hardly has he done so than he springs forward with a yell of rage, for there on a low oriental divan he beholds his wife, his be- loved Rose, in the arms of his butler. | The terrified servant makes a dash for the nearest door and escapes through the adjoining conservatory. Frederick, scorning to pursue him, turns his attention to Rose. Bru- — tally grasping her arm, he raises her from the ground where she has flung herself on ber knees at his feet, and without a word he grags her down stairs, stopping for a moment in the hall below to throw a gorgeous red-brocaded opera-cloak, which hangs there, on the speechless woman’s shoulders. Opening the front door, he thrusts her into the street, ex- claiming hoarsely as he bangs it behind her: ‘That is where you belong.” For a few minutes Rose stood on the pavement, dazed and trembling, but suddenly recalling to mind the expres- sion of her infuriated husband’s eyes as he pushed her down stairs she was seized with terror and fled down the avenue. She had not gone very far when two men, springing from a dark side street, arrested her wild flight by clutching her arms. “‘Where is your police permit?” exclaimed the taller of the two. Rose stared helplessly at them without replying. “Why don’t you answer?” yelled the other, shaking her violently. ‘Don’t you hear me talking to you? Are you drunk?” . he unfortunate woman draws herself up, and, shaking <s) =] Eomichboo Go