Swirling Waters

h, 191-, Clifford Matheson, financier, was

f his face, the straight, direct glance, the stiff, close-cut moustache. But to-night his eyes were tire

he door of their wagon-lit in the C?te d'Azur Rapide, searching the crowded platform for him. It wa

hmere. "Clifford makes a deuced casual

ere the foot-rules by wh

he platform to see to her comforts. The attentions of her father and maid did

place in the world of London and Paris finance, from his humble beginning as a clerk in a Montreal broker's office. It ministered to her pride to be the wife of a man who had plucked success from t

ng for an explanation which would salve her amour propre. "They

this br

ther. He turns up unexpectedly from the wilds of Canada, and lives like

's he

ever se

scientific

t. I wasn't interested in the slightest. No money

atch impatiently. "He'll mi

here h

e on the platform. He quickly caught sight of his wife a

rry, too, I shan't be able

ed Olive, with an unconcealed

ment for this evening. Will you e

t it

ghly imp

e 'phone to

urely, Olive, you can spare me for a day? H

is th

slightly, though on the bustling railway platform there

company-promoting himself, as a means of swelling an ina

y scheme?"

es

re pleasure," he rem

. "Have you finished your ex

ered Mathe

l they be

a great deal to be d

n plan together whatever it is you have to

ted Matheson. "I don't think

ive, careless of anything but her own whim. "Tell him-tell him I

its quaint note from the end of the platform, and

you want for the jour

lied his wife coldly. "My fathe

eserve. Many thoughts were buzzing through his mind as they exchanged the comm

er, I'm expecting you to bring y

a weary droop on his shoulders, as the train p

r about him. "The milord Matheson, se

re only a ri

would

licked his lips at the thought of the p

should make myself the richest man i

made holiday camp some eighteen years before. They were comparing ambitions-two young men unusually alike in features but very different in temperament and will-power. John Rivière, the elder of the two, was dreaming of fame in the paths of science-he ha

d Rivière had thrown on to it a chip of wood. The chip was whirled round and round, nearer

you plan," he had