Jess of the Rebel Trail | Page 2

the ears. His bulging eyes twinkled with good humour, causing
an observer to feel that their owner was well satisfied with himself and

the entire world.
"Who are you?" the woman again demanded. "How dare you come
uninvited into my room?"
The man straightened, himself up, and standing with his back to the fire
brought forth a package of cigarettes, selected one, and deliberately
lighted it.
"You don't mind if I have a smoke, do you?" he asked. "It's good for
the nerves."
"Indeed I do," the woman replied. "I hate smoking. I never allow it in
this room."
"I'm sorry, madame, but you'll soon forget all about it. I have come to
see you to-night on very important business, and when I tell you what it
is you won't think any more about the smoke."
"Important business! With me? Why, I never saw you before, and I
have not the slightest idea who you are. What do you want, anyway?"
"Yes, it's important business, as I have just said, and when I learned
that you would see no one to-night I was compelled to force myself
upon your presence."
"How did you know that I would see no one to-night? Were you
listening at the door?"
"Madame, when you get to know me better you will learn that I am
able to read people's thoughts, though doors may intervene. Words are
unnecessary to me. I know all."
The man blew a cloud of smoke into the air, and smiled. "Yes," he
continued, "I even read your thoughts to-night as you sat before this
fire."
"You did!" The woman's eyes grew wide with fear and amazement.
"Who are you, anyway?"

"I am merely a stand-between; that has been my business for years."
"A stand-between?"
"Yes, I stand between people and ignorance. I supply them with mental
food, books of the first-water. They all know me, and look upon me as
a public benefactor."
"So you are a book-agent, then? And you want to sell me some books, I
suppose? Is that your business here to-night?"
The man waved his hand haughtily, and flicked the ashes from his
cigarette into the fire.
"No, madame, it is not. Business is somewhat dull these days, I must
confess. People are not as anxious as formerly for pure literature. There
are too many counter attractions. This being so, I find it is becoming
more difficult to stand between my family and poverty. Therefore, I am
here to-night."
"So you want me to give you some money; is that it?"
"Ah, now I see you understand," and the man's face beamed. "But
remember, I come not as a beggar, neither as a suppliant, but merely to
receive payment for a favor."
"Payment for a favor!" the woman exclaimed. "What do you mean? I
owe you nothing. I never saw you before. What favor?"
"The favor of silence. I know what you were thinking about to-night as
you sat here. Your thoughts were in the past, to another night such as
this. You were in a private hospital, and----"
He was interrupted by a startled cry from the woman. She was sitting
bolt upright, her hands gripping hard the arms of the chair, and her face
ghastly white.
"W-what do you know?" she gasped.

"Calm yourself, madame. Although I know all, you have no need to
fear."
For a few seconds the woman stared at the man before her. Then she
gave an hysterical laugh and sank back in her chair. What did this
stranger know? she wondered. Perhaps nothing, and she had made a
fool of herself by showing her agitation.
"My nerves are somewhat shaken to-night," she confessed. "I have not
been well of late, so your sudden appearance and strange words have
rather unsettled me. What do you mean by referring to another night
such as this, and to a private hospital? What have they to do with me?"
"A great deal, I should say, madame. If you doubt my knowledge, it is
only necessary to mention the name of Hettie Rawlins, now my wife,
Mrs. Gabriel Grimsby."
"Hettie Rawlins!" the woman's face showed her perplexity.
"Yes, Hettie Rawlins, the girl who exchanged the babies. Don't you
remember her?"
But the woman did not reply. She sat staring at the man before her.
"There is no doubt now about my knowledge is there?" the stranger
asked with a smile.
"Heavens, no!" the unhappy woman groaned. "And to think that after
all these years I should be thus confronted in my own house, and by a
complete stranger. And so your wife told you all?"
"Everything, although she kept the secret for a long time. She told me
how you bribed her to exchange your little baby boy for a girl which
was born in the hospital