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The Lighted Match, by Charles Neville Buck

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Title: The Lighted Match
Author: Charles Neville Buck
Illustrator: R. F. Schabelitz
Release Date: May 7, 2006 [EBook #18336]
Language: English
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THE LIGHTED MATCH
[Illustration: SHE HELD OUT HER HAND TO BENTON AND WATCHED, TRANCE-LIKE, HIS LOWERED HEAD AS HE BENT HIS LIPS TO HER FINGERS.]
The LIGHTED MATCH
by
CHARLES NEVILLE BUCK
Author of
The Key to Yesterday
Illustrations by R. F. Schabelitz
W. J. Watt & Company Publishers New York
COPYRIGHT, 1911, BY W. J. WATT & COMPANY
Published May
PRESS OF BRAUNWORTH & CO. BOOKBINDERS AND PRINTERS BROOKLYN, N. Y.
To K. du P.

CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I AN OMEN IS CONSTRUED 9
II BENTON PLAYS MAGICIAN 17
III THE MOON OVERHEARS 28
IV THE DOCTRINE ACCORDING TO JONESY 40
V IT IS DECIDED TO MASQUERADE 49
VI IN WHICH ROMEO BECOMES DROMIO 56
VII IN WHICH DROMIO BECOMES ROMEO 70
VIII THE PRINCESS CONSULTS JONESY 82
IX THE TOREADOR APPEARS 92
X OF CERTAIN TRANSPIRINGS AT A CAFé TABLE 102
XI THE PASSING PRINCESS AND THE MISTAKEN COUNTESS 112
XII BENTON MUST DECIDE 123
XIII CONCERNING FAREWELLS AND WARNINGS 137
XIV COUNTESS AND CABINET NOIR JOIN FORCES 144
XV THE TOREADOR BECOMES AMBASSADOR 155
XVI THE AMBASSADOR BECOMES ADMIRAL 167
XVII BENTON CALLS ON THE KING 178
XVIII IN WHICH THE SPHINX BREAKS SILENCE 190
XIX THE JACKAL TAKES THE TRAIL 203
XX THE DEATH OF ROMANCE IS DEPLORED 214
XXI NAPLES ASSUMES NEW BEAUTY 222
XXII THE SENTRY-BOX ANSWERS THE KING'S QUERY 229
XXIII "SCARABS OF A DEAD DYNASTY" 244
XXIV IN WHICH KINGS AND COMMONERS DISCUSS LOVE 255
XXV ABDUL SAID BEY EFFECTS A RESCUE 265
XXVI IN A CURIO SHOP IN STAMBOUL 276
XXVII BENTON SAYS GOOD-BY 288
XXVIII JUSSERET MAKES A REPORT 300

THE LIGHTED MATCH
CHAPTER I
AN OMEN IS CONSTRUED
"When a feller an' a gal washes their hands in the same basin at the same time, it's a tol'able good sign they won't git married this year."
The oracle spoke through the bearded lips of a farmer perched on the top step of his cabin porch. The while he construed omens, a setter pup industriously gnawed at his boot-heels.
The girl was bending forward, her fingers spread in a tin basin, as the man at her elbow poured water slowly from a gourd-dipper. Heaped, in disorder against the cabin wall, lay their red hunting-coats, crops, and riding gauntlets.
The oracle tumbled the puppy down the steps and watched its return to the attack. Then with something of melancholy retrospect in his pale eyes he pursued his reflections. "Now there was Sissy Belmire an' Bud Thomas, been keeping company for two years, then washed hands in common at the Christian Endeavor picnic an'--" He broke off to shake his head in sorrowing memory.
The young man, holding his muddied digits over the water, paused to consider the matter.
Suddenly his hands went down into the basin with a splash.
"It is now the end of October," he enlightened; "next year comes in nine weeks."
The sun was dipping into a cloud-bank already purpled and gold-rimmed. Shortly it would drop behind the bristling summit-line of the hills.
The girl looked down at tell-tale streaks of red clay on the skirt of her riding habit, and shook her head. "'Twill never, never do to go back like this," she sighed. "They'll know I've come a cropper, and they fancy I'm as breakable as Sévres. There will be no end of questions."
The young man dropped to his knees and began industriously plying a brush on the damaged skirt. The farmer took his eyes from the puppy for an upward glance. His face was solicitous.
"When I saw that horse of yours fall down, it looked to me like he was trying to jam you through to China. You sure lit hard!"
"It didn't hurt me," she laughed as she thrust her arms into the sleeves of her pink coat. "You see, we thought we knew the run better than the whips, and we chose the short cut across your meadow. My horse took off too wide at that stone fence. That's why he went down, and why we turned your house into a port of repairs. You have been very kind."
The trio started down the grass-grown pathway to the gate where the hunters stood hitched. The young man dropped back a few paces to satisfy himself that she was not concealing some hurt. He knew her half-masculine contempt for acknowledging the fragility of her sex.
Reassurance came as he watched her walking ahead with