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FIFTY SHORT STORtES BY WELL-KNOWN AJTHORS. A Southern Moon. By HUME NtSBET. Author of "BAIL Up," etc., etc. j Mrs Lavina Algar leaned back on a canvas .lhair under the Branch Bank verandah one warm, Australian night about the end of December, with the full moonlight playing :.Jpon and spiritualising her delicate beauty, \nd making a silver halo round the outer edges of her fragrant and massy golden hair, while Reginald Cleaver, the new cashier, looked down upon that radiant vision of dainty and perfumed womanhood with a great deal more of warmth and enthusiasm than perhaps Mr AIgar, the staid bank manager and husband of the beauty, might have cared to encourage had he observed it. But as at the moment he was engaged else- where the young man could be as daring as he well pleased to be, so long as the object of hia present enthusiasm did not object. :Tbey had known each other for four weeks *nda half now—ever since he had been appointed to his post and as his duties were pretty in this up-country branch establishment the weeks had been spent, with only the necessary daily breaks, almost entirely in the young lady's charming society. So that being Australian born tnd bred Mrs Algar had grown very familiar with her gentlemanly lodger, and spoke to him as if she had known him from the days of his early childhood that is to say, they had long ago dispensed with all starchy formalities in addressing one another, and called each other by their Christian names of "Reginald" and "Lavina," which sounded much freer and heartier than Mr Cleaver and Mrs AIgar. When John AIgar was present it was Reginald, or Lavina but tete-a-tete, as they were on this night, he called her by the pet name she glven herself, which was Nina, as she called him Voho, so that they might have something different to what the rest of the world knew them by. It was foolish, no doubt, bub innocent enough as far as it went—as was her habit of calling her husband "Bruno'' behind his back— common enough also with young ladies who haven't much to occupy their minds ia common enough also with young ladies who haven't much to occupy their minds ia their intercourse with young gentlemen friends. ¡ John AIgar, the bank manager, was an angular, loud'voiced, consequential man of about nfty—grey-haired and bearded, with smaU, keen, grey eyes. that generally im- pressed people with his business acumen. He hadn't a very agreeable manner—these strident, bombastic, and argumentative men teldom have—:iud for ch;<.t; reason customers trusted hun all the more, and considered I him the ri?:hb for the place. It is astonillÎng how much these socially uncom- fortable men impress the world with their I honesty. Heglllald or Volto Cleaver was one of those carcfuUy-groomed young men who ¡ took well under any circumstances, with prettily-trained moustache, slender white hands, und modulated voice; one of the young gen demon who are turned out whole- sale from Nature's modern jerry workshop, who look as harmless about a. drawing-room &s tame cats, and are as necessary to thf' idle fair sM: n,s a three-volumcd romance of fashionable life. Mrs Lavina wa.s twenty-three, that is t:w<*nty-seven years younger than her hus- bind, and the most accomplished IlUÙ lady- like female in tho township. She always had her costnmes:direct from London and as up-to'date as possible, she was very slender, very fair, and took gren.t care of her com- plexion, so that Volto almost forgot when he saw her iirsb that he was six weeks' distance from home and since she had exhibited those pretty Colonial aH.s and graces, so much less formal than the home airs, he had lost a!' desire ever to again in- hale tbo yellow fogs, and felt that Australia was quite good enough for him. In fact, for the nrst time in his young lifa, he felt that existence along with Nina. would be delight- fal anywhere, and found himself so much engrossed with her that he forgot to think &t &U &boMt himself. This was the state of on this moon- light Mght, with that green expanse of bush and ocean stretching in front of them, over which her limpid, -grey-green eyes looked dreamily, while he stood, his face in the shadow. watching her intently. He bad I come uut to smoke n. cigar after dinner, and she had come to keep him company while Bruno was, as usual, in the omce attending to business all according to Nature's laws —youth in the moonlight and middle-age a.t the coffer. What is wrong with you to-night, Volto You are very silent, and have not tit your cigar yet," observed the lady, as she turned her large eyes from the landscape to that shadow face, speaking in the soft. ten- der tones which seem to mean so much more than is uttered. I was thinking Nina," replied the young ma.n with a he;¡xy sigh. About what ?'' The moonlight and you.' "Yes murmured the lady, echoing his *ngh. It is lovely, is it not ?—the moon- tight, I mean. And you y Hush, or Bruno may hear you." Then let us go into the garden, Nina., for I have a lot to say to you." Mrs AIgar took up a little lace shawl from the ground where she had thrown it. and drawing it over her slender shoulders she raised herself with a graceful movement, and taking his arm, she went with him down the verandah steps and into the shadows of the trees beyond. As they did so, John AI<?ar came from the French door of the dining-room, looked .tfter them for a minute or two, and then with a. grunt went back I agn.in to his work. For the next half-hour the murmur of their aubdued voices came wafting in with the perfume of the exotics a large spider completed the web he had begun before they !eft, and which, ere they could enter again, they would have to break through, for he had barricaded the doorway, and as the dew .fell upon his web, it looked like (a close curtain of silver and gems. Inside the bank the manager had also completed the task which had occupied him for several of the nights the young couple had been sentimentalising outside, and had carefully replaced his cashier's key to his room, after locking the desk where he kept his set of books. A delicate task Mr AIgar had been engaged upon, which required a small bottle of acid and a good deal of practice of Reginald's handwriting how- ever, it was at last very neatly accom- plished, and the manager reappeared again at the verandah and called out with those ttrMent honest tones of his :— Where are you, Lavina ?' Here, John came back the liquid accents of his youthful spouse. All right, dear. don't disturb yourself I am going into the town for a little while, but I'll bo back for supper." As John c\ Igar went out the back way, "Nina" and "Volto'' returned by the front, and after ruthlessly demolishing that coolish spider's web. they made themselves domfortable in the drawing-room, she sitting town to the piano while he leaned over her tenderly, feeling as nearly happy as it was possible for sinful mortal to feel at any time, while she played soft chords to him and looked at him now and again with the ten- der glance wh!ch made him so completely her slave. They did not speak much during that interval of waiting, and only when the sound of her husband's loud footsteps were heard as he entered the house was the spell broken. Stooping quick!y over her, he kissed her and whispered I love you. Nina I love you." Hush Volto—or Bruno will hear you." John Algar came in, loudiy stumming the door behind him, and sat very grimly all through the supper; so that Richard Cleaver hardly dared to look at him, and shortly afterwards retired to his bedroom in a tumult of remorse and passion which kept him awake nea.rly ha.i{ the uight. He had Idased her for the nrst time, and she had not resisted, so she must love him, although she had not sa:d so. How beautiful she was !—on the morrow perhaps she would give him the assurance he wanted. At breakfast, however, Nina did not look at him, neither did she speak, but kept her lovely head bent over her plate in a confused ehy way that was very charming, and when tfterwarda he was asked into the manager's WOM& <md found there a couple of strangers I matching him C1]rloüÍ,tbe was so engrossed with that charming picture that he hardly looked at them or listened to the loud coarse voice of his superior, but gave up his keys and permitted one of the strangers to go for his books without thinking there was anything unusual in the request and action. Is that your handwriting, young man ?" asked one of the strangers, blandly, point- .ing to a portion of the open ledger. Yes," replied poor Volto, promptly. Look more carefully at it, young man. Now are you quite sure ?" "I think so," again replied the cashier, not so positively as before. You are a fool, young fellow, and might have lagged yourself with that answer of yours," said the stranger con- temptuously, only that you have had a. guardian angel near you since you came here——" Lavina murmured the young man, and then he blushed vividly. No, donkey, your angel didn't go by the feminine title of Lavina he's a male, and answers to the name of Jack Ridgway, detective—that's myself." Omeer, what is the meaning of all this balderdash ? Arrest that young scoundrel at once," shouted the manager impatiently, yet with a frightened glimmer in his small grey eyes. It means that I have been watching your little game for a long time now, Mr John AIgar, bank manager and thief, and that this person may thank his lucky stars that I was on the spot, otherwise his nirta- tions with pretty Lavina might have cost him dear enough. Jim, look after the lady while I attend to the master." THE END.

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