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"THE TEMPLE OF LIES." —————ON-

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"THE TEMPLE OF LIES." ————— ON- By J. B. HARRIS-BURLAND. Jkaffaor of "Gabriel Janthry," "The Broken Law," "The Guardian of Hia Honour," "The Splendid Felon/' &c., &a. BEGIN THE STORY TO-DAY Clhaptw 1.-111 a cottage cm a Cardiganshire mountain. Emrya Morgan is being; Plaited by Dr. Jones, or TrethoL Emrys persuades "nan to proclaim his death. in order that his mother might wuxo the £10,000 for which he was insured.—Chapter IL fihds the mother waiting for news from her son. A solicitor calls with the news that Emrys has been left £ 30-3,000 by a dis- tant relation. (Mr. Richard Merman). Directly alter Cwiadys Morgan. EID.r1-S3 ¡OJe'te.r, receives a iressage from Dr. Jones that her brother is dead. Emrys, ha*- log predeceased his relative, the legacy re'erts to Owen Hughes. Chapter 111. opens with an interview between Cwen Hujjhee and Audrey Ajmyl. the daughter of one of the richest men in Wales, in which fce confesses his 10T6 for her. She telia him that she lowea Emrys.—Chapter IV.—Dr. Jones visits G'vladjs Korgaa at Cardiff, when she attempts to bribe him.- Chapter V.—Emrys is a&out to escape from the cot- tage, when there comes a inock at the door. It turns eat to be a tramp, wh" robs him. Emrys seizes a bottle and strikes the man on the bdd, leaving b; rn Boconsc :c>uj.—Chapter VI.—Owen Hughes decides to dewota Ills legacy for the benefit of his teliow-men.— Chapter VII.—Emrys sails frcun Cardiff on the Hyputia I under the name oi William Kees. Before leTiilg he deodee to sea Audrey.—Chapter VIII.—liwladys calls npoa Audrey. In an internal tuere comes a tap upon the window. la the morning Audrey goes into tue garden and picks up a gjld match-box which tie had given to tlmrys Chapter IX.—Dr. David Joces reiids tD a newspaper of the total loss of the Hypatia. The doctor then ca.Us upon Lawyer Griffiths, who in for ins b, m that Mrs. Morgan t intends to have her soji'^ body exhumed. Dr. Jones returns home and poisons bimseif He leaves a letter for i>is sister Mary, m which he &As to to bide her time and then strike without Eiercv.—Chapter X—Three years pass, and Owen is a large employer, with his men as shareholders, Sis solicitor calls and informs him that his benefactor I'm afraid, that Owen Hugh es will be-a. cripple for life." Otr. Richard Morgan) had been secretly married in London, and that a son had been born. He instructs the solicitor to advertise for the heir.Chapter 31.— Audrey Tisits a dying woman. Her husband (James Booerts), ooming home drunk, attempts to kiss Audrey. She acr-aJM. and Owen Hughes rushes in to her rescue. —Chapter XIL-Standing at her window, Gwladys Morgan utters a cry, for out in -he street she see* a Tata in a fur coat, who resembles her teofchar Emr-Çhapter XIII.—Anwyl tries to per- woade Owen to join the Masters' Association, but he Twfum&Chapt,er XIV.-Au.drey implores Owen to throw fn his lot with her father. Suddenly she points at the window, and gives a cry of fear. It is a ruan in IL fur coat, but he escapes.—Chapter XV.—Anwyl con- Nmta to his daughter marrying Owen it she can wii him over to the masters' side. Alary Jones calls on Andrey. She offers to sell her brother's letter to Audrey for LI.&W.-Chapter XVL—Audrey is asking Owen for the loan of the money, when an attempt is made on his iifa. The unknown man, in trying to 88C3., is run over by a motor-car. and is brought in a dying condition to Owen's office. On beioer' a.«ked who paid him to do it he whispers in Owen's ear the single word "AawyL"—Chapter XVTI.—Owen visits I.ondon, and pit. the case in the banc* of Ra-mpm-gis, an eminent private detective.—Chapter XVIn.nwy! informs hia daughter that he will strip her loTer of 8VWY penny he possesses if he does not climb down. This threat hae its effect, for Audrey Owen to tome and see her in her boudoir secretly, with the result that she promises to become liis wife, whatever happens.—Chapter XIX.nwy! 6ho"- Owen a photo- graph of Emrys taken only a fortnight ago. Arriving home, Owen finds Rampunris (under the nme of Cap- tain Silverhayi awaiting him. He puts the result of his investigations before him. Chapter XX.—Rampur- J ins witnesses the England v. WjIps match on the Cardiff Arm Park, in which Owen is playing, fitting behind lmn is J, illun like Emry" >1 organ. Owen aoone a great try, and wine the game for Wales, but In Away so is Kriouoiy injured. CHAPTER XX (Continued). -w.h,a<t has happened?'' cried Rampurgis, •a he raw the players g-atbe.7 icund that ssotionless form on the ground. •"Wales has won." yelled the man next to iocm. "Owen Hughes forever. Time's uP." The roar of applause continued, and 'nearly a minute elapsed before Rampurgis oould BMike hiraselt heard again. "What has happened to him?" he kept on shouting in hie neighbour'{ ear. What has Jwppened to Owen Hashes?" "Winded, that's all, I expect" growled the wan, and continued to cheer aga-in. Then one of the pkLyers-the captain of the Welsh. side it was-ran hard to the stand, and bold up his hand for silence. "Any doctor here?" he cried, repeating the question in Welsh and English. There were a dozen answers, and a, man was by his side before the last of them had reached hia ears. The applause had died away into silence now, and the crowd was beginning to over- run the ground. It was with difficulty that the policemen could keep them back. Bampurgis seized the opportunity to leave the place, but he got no further than the police. in spite of his claim to be a friend of Owen Hughes. He turned and made his way to the entrance, where he found Taiman, ibis subordinate. He hasn't come out," said the latter. No? Ah! well, you wait here. Owen Hushes is .hurt-I'm afraid badly. A dootor h oome on the scene. I'll go back to the ground. and then join ycra again." The crowd was beginning to move. and now that it was out of sight of that motionless figure it was bursting into cheers and song again. Rampurgis found so much difficulty to making has way through it that he took t-en minlites in set-ting back to the ground. The players were still thee grouped together in little knots, and others landing close to Owen Hughes, who was lying where he bad fallen. The police were still keeping back a curious crowd and answering inquiries ia vague and abrupt sentences, RamPQlrgls went up to one of them. I am a friend of Mr. Hughes" he said. and I came here with tickets he gave me. Will you please tell me what has happened?" The man made some indefinite reply, but Hamipurgis produced half-a.-crown and was allowed to pasd. He walked straight pp to one of the groups of men. "Is he badly hurt?" he asked. "I'm & friend of his." "Yes, he's ba,d'yb,urt. I'm afraid," answered one of the English team. "We thought he was only winded at first, but. it's worse than that. The doctor is still making his examination. They've sent for the ambu- lance." Rampurgis turned to make his way to the doctor, but the young Englishman gripped his arm. "The dootor won't, talk to you now," he said rough-ly. You'd better wait here for news. It's Sir William Hailton. the specialist." Ten minutes passed before the ambulance was brought on to the ground, and Hughes was gently lifted into it by a dozen hands. It was not till then that Rampurgis approached the doctor. "Wbat has happened?" he asked. "Mr. Hughes its a particular friend of mine." "Injury to the spine," was the curt reply. liajrrpnrgis asked no further questions. But as he walsed towards the entrance he rome-m- bered Owen Hughe*' prophetic words. "It will be my last international—possibly I the la-Qt game I sball play at all." CHAPTER XXI. The news of Owen Hughes' aecident reached Audrey Anwyl through her father, who handed her a copy of the evening pa,per which contained a full account of the inter- national match, and spoke of the injured man in terms befitting a soldier who had fallen on the battlefield in the very hour of victory. The paragraph relating to the accident, was marked in blue pencil, but even if that had not been the ca-e, there was a headline to draw her attention to the news. The colour left her face, a.nd her hands trembled a.a she held the paper, but she did not speak a word till she had read every line relating to Owen Hughes. "I must go to him," she said quietly, and Morns Anwyl noticed that, though there were tears in her eyes, there was a. certain note of pride in her voice—of pride mingled with sorrow. "I don't suppose they will let. you see him, he answered coldly: but you are at liberty to do as you please. I don't pretend to exercise any further control over you. The harsh words cut like a whip, cut far deeper than any outburst of anger could have done. They told her plainly that he was no longer interested in her affairs, that she j was a stranger, a guest in his house for a little while till she was married, but no niore I than that, I "When did you know of this?" she asked making an effort to be ealrn. "Just now, when I read the paper. You don't think I should have kept the news to myself, do you?" "You haven t seen anyone—you haven't heard whether Her voice faltered, and she turned away from him, to conoeal the look of fear on her face. The relations between them were such that she would not give way, would not break down in his presence. "You can telephone to the house, he replied. "I understood from the paper that he has been taken to his own house." Then, as though the matter were of no further interest to him, he left the room. Audrey Anwyl seated ,herself at the table, took up th-a reoeiTer of the telephone. and rang up Hughes's house. A voice she did Dot recognise answered ber. and the following conversation took place: How is Mr. Owen Hughes:" she aske-d. "Is he eouscious?" "He is conscious, but very ill; who are you?" Miss Anwyl. Can I speak to the doctor? Who are you?" POwyg-Be-ie Powys. I will see if Sir Willi-au-i can speak to you, Miss Anrwyl. I am sure be will. She held the receiver to her ear, and waited for three minutes. ¡ "Are you there:" said a quiet voice. "Yes. I am Miss AnwyL How is Mr. Hughes?" He is in no danger." "Thank God for that. Is—is he very ill? I—I am engaged to be married to him. Please tell me everything." There were a few seconds of silence, and Audrey, thinking she ha-d been cut off. said. "Are you there?" Yes. Can you come round here? Mt. Hughes wished me to see you." "Can I see him myself?" < No, not to-ni?ht. I tu afraid. To-morrow— perbajpa Do you mind coming round bare?" I will nome at norine. She replaced the receiver., crossed the worn to the fireplace, rang the bell. and ord-m-oo I the motor to be frronertit rojind. "The big motor is out, mise," the footman answered. j "The Daimler then. Please look phafp." "The Daimler it. under repair, miss." C-et me a cab then. A taxi, if you can; if not. a horse cab." The ma.n left the room. but returned after two minutes had elapsed. "If you pleaeo, miss," he said. "the master sa,ys I can't be spared just now." Thank you," Audrey replied, in a. torte of contempt. Then she hurried upstairs, put ou her hat and fur coat, and made her way through the grounds to the road. Five minutes later she found a taxi-eab, and was whirled rapidly through the slush to Hughes' house. Her feet were wet through, and in spite of her warm fur coa.t she shivered. She kept the cab waiting outside the door, and was ftbown into the dining-room. It was empty, but places were laid for two on the dinner table. She wondered why she had been shown into this room. A minute after-wards Sir William Hailton entered, closed the door behiud him, and held out, his hand. He was a tall, thin, olean-shaven ma,n, with grey hair a.nd rather a hard. unsympathetic face. But his manner was courteous, and be gave Audrey the impression of being a man who would not oonceal the truth. "I thought it better if we bad a chat together," he sa.id, quietly. The telephone is not very satisfactory for conversations of this sort.. It is all right for business. I would have come to you myself, but I could not very well leave my patient. I hope you understand. Yes." Audrey replied, faintly. She knew now that it wa., a, serious aecident--a very serious accident indeed. Please sit down. Misq Ariwyl," Sir William continued; "YQU look tired and ill. Let me give you a glass of something—a lit.tle wine." She made no reply, but her fear increased; her teeth chattered, and she groped blindly for a chair. She watched the eminent dootor go to the sideboard and pour out a glass of port. "I don't recommend stimulants as a rule," said Sir William, handing her the glass of wine, "but you're upset, and you look utterly wretched." Audrey sipped the port, and the doctor seated himself at the table. "It was a splendid match." he said; "you ought to have been there. I was called down h-are to operate on Lord Glandovey-very suc- cessful operation it was-I thought I'd like to see the gaane, as there wås a seat going begging. I can tell you it made me feel young again. I uaed to play three>-quarter for my college at Oxford. It's the best game I've ever seen. Hughes' year' it will be called in the future, I haven't a. doubt. He was splendid all through—magnificent." The girl looked at him pitecusly. She knew that. sometb ing lay behind this praise of the I injured man. He was trying to make her forget the penalty Owen Htighes had paid. The applause had died away, the game wonld be forgotten, but the tragedy of it all would remain. "I gather from all I've heard," Sir William went on, "that this is just the sort of thing to help Mr. Hughes in his business affairs. Of course, his name is as well known to me as it is to you. Miss Anwyl, and, though I don't altogether hold with his views about fhe rights of the working classes, I have always admired his pluck in trying an experiment. In a time of warfare it is a. great thing to be a popular hero, and if-" "Sir William," Audrey interrupted. "I—I quite understand you want to give me time— by talking like this about Owen Hughes; that I you wish to soften the blow by telling me of all this. Please let me know the worst. What I has happened? 1 want to know exactly." The eminent doctor told her-e-xactly, in the language of his kind, and when he bad I finished, she had not understood a word of it. "His life is in no danger?" she asked quickly. "He will live for very mAny years; he may live to be quite an old m". There is no danger whatever." "But he wished you to see me—to tell me soonething," she cried, leaning over the table towards him. "When he recovered consciousness I told him the truth. He asked me Sir William paused. He wished to appear sympathetic. "What did he ask you?" cried Audrey. "To break the news to you, Mir--& AnwyL I'm afraid that Owen Hughes is-that is to say, will be—a cripn-le for life." iTO BE CONTINUED TO-MORROW.)

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