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said Sacharissa, hesitating whether to take it seriously or laugh. "We all promised, you know. I ought to abide by what I've done."

      "Don't be silly," said Linda, preparing the handkerchief and laying it across her sister's forehead.

      Sacharissa pushed it away. "I can't break my word, even to myself," she said, laughing. "I'm not afraid of that machine."

      "Do you mean to say you are willing to take silly chances?" asked Linda, uneasily. "I believe in William's machine whether you do or not. And I don't care to have any of the family experimented with."

      "If I were willing to try it on others it would be cowardly for me to back out now," said Sacharissa, forcing a smile; for Destyn's and Linda's seriousness was beginning to make her a trifle uncomfortable.

      "Unless you want to marry somebody pretty soon you'd better not risk it," said Destyn, gravely.

      "You–you don't particularly care to marry anybody, just now, do you, dear?" asked Linda. "No," replied her sister, scornfully.

      There was a silence; Sacharissa, uneasy, bit her underlip and sat looking at the uncanny machine.

      She was a tall girl, prettily formed, one of those girls with long limbs, narrow, delicate feet and ankles.

      That sort of girl, when she also possesses a mass of chestnut hair, a sweet mouth and gray eyes, is calculated to cause trouble.

      And there she sat, one knee crossed over the other, slim foot swinging, perplexed brows bent slightly inward.

      "I can't see any honorable way out of it," she said resolutely. "I said I'd abide by the blindfolded test."

      "When we promised we weren't thinking of ourselves," insisted Ethelinda.

      "That doesn't release us," retorted her Puritan sister.

      "Why?" demanded Linda. "Suppose, for example, your pencil had marked William's name! That would have been im–immoral!"

      "Would it?" asked Sacharissa, turning her honest, gray eyes on her brother-in-law.

      "I don't believe it would," he said; "I'd only be switched on to Linda's current again." And he smiled at his wife.

      Sacharissa sat thoughtful and serious, swinging her foot.

      "Well," she said, at length, "I might as well face it at once. If there's anything in this instrument we'll all know it pretty soon. Turn on your receiver, Billy."

      "Oh," cried Linda, tearfully, "don't you do it, William!"

      "Turn it on," repeated Sacharissa. "I'm not going to be a coward and break faith with myself, and you both know it! If I've got to go through the silliness of love and marriage I might as well know who the bandarlog is to be.... Anyway, I don't really believe in this thing.... I can't believe in it.... Besides, I've a mind and a will of my own, and I fancy it will require more than amateur psychical experiments to change either. Go on, Billy."

      "You mean it?" he asked, secretly gratified.

      "Certainly," with superb affectation of indifference. And she rose and faced the instrument.

      Destyn looked at his wife. He was dying to try it.

      "Will!" she exclaimed, "suppose we are not going to like Rissa's possible f–fiance! Suppose father doesn't like him!"

      "You'll all probably like him as well as I shall," said her sister defiantly. "Willy, stop making frightened eyes at your wife and start your infernal machine!"

      There was a vicious click, a glitter of shifting clockwork, a snap, and it was done.

      "Have you now, theoretically, got my psychical current bottled up?" she asked disdainfully. But her lip trembled a little.

      He nodded, looking very seriously at her.

      "And now you are going to switch me on to this unknown gentleman's psychical current?"

      "Don't let him!" begged Linda. "Billy, dear, how can you when nobody has the faintest idea who the creature may turn out to be!"

      "Go ahead!" interrupted her sister, masking misgiving under a careless smile.

      Click! Up shot the glittering, quivering tentacle of Rosium, vibrating for a few moments like a thread of silver. Suddenly it was tipped with a blue flash of incandescence.

      "Oh, dear! Oh, dear! There he is!" cried Linda, excitedly. "Rissy! Rissy, little sister, what have you done?"

      "Nothing," she said, catching her breath. "I don't believe that flash means anything. I don't feel a bit different–not the least bit. I feel perfectly well and perfectly calm. I don't love anybody and I'm not going to love anybody–until I want to, and that will probably never happen."

      However, she permitted her sister to take her in her arms and pet her. It was rather curious how exceedingly young and inexperienced she felt. She found it agreeable to be fussed over and comforted and cradled, and for a few moments she suffered Linda's solicitude and misgivings in silence. After a while, however, she became ashamed.

      "Nothing is going to happen, Linda," she said, looking dreamily up at the ceiling; "don't worry, dear; I shall escape the bandarlog."

      "If something doesn't happen," observed Destyn, pocketing his instrument, "the Green Mouse, Limited, will go into liquidation with no liabilities and no assets, and there'll be no billions for you or for me or for anybody."

      "William," said his wife, "do you place a low desire for money before your own sister-in-law's spiritual happiness?"

      "No, darling, of course not."

      "Then you and I had better pray for the immediate bankruptcy of the Green Mouse."

      Her husband said, "By all means," without enthusiasm, and looked out of the window. "Still," he added, "I made a happy marriage. I'm for wedding bells every time. Sacharissa will like it, too. I don't know why you and I shouldn't be enthusiastic optimists concerning wedded life; I can't see why we shouldn't pray for Sacharissa's early marriage."

      "William!"

      "Yes, darling."

      "You are considering money before my sister's happiness!"

      "But in her case I don't see why we can't conscientiously consider both."

      Linda cast one tragic glance at her material husband, pushed her sister aside, arose and fled. After her sped the contrite Destyn; a distant door shut noisily; all the elements had gathered for the happy, first quarrel of the newly wedded.

      "Fudge," said Sacharissa, walking to the window, slim hands clasped loosely behind her back.

      VI

      IN WRONG

Wherein Sacharissa Remains In and a Young Man Can't Get Out

      The snowstorm had ceased; across Fifth Avenue the Park resembled the mica-incrusted view on an expensive Christmas card. Every limb, branch, and twig was outlined in clinging snow; crystals of it glittered under the morning sun; brilliantly dressed children, with sleds, romped and played over the dazzling expanse. Overhead the characteristic deep blue arch of a New York sky spread untroubled by a cloud. Her family–that is, her father, brother-in-law, married sister, three unmarried sisters and herself–were expecting to leave for Tuxedo about noon. Why? Nobody knows why the wealthy are always going somewhere. However, they do, fortunately for story writers.

      "It's quite as beautiful here," thought Sacharissa to herself, "as it is in the country. I'm sorry I'm going."

      Idling there by the sunny window and gazing out into the white expanse, she had already dismissed all uneasiness in her mind concerning the psychical experiment upon herself. That is to say, she had not exactly dismissed it, she used no conscious effort, it had gone of itself–or, rather, it had been crowded out, dominated by a sudden and strong disinclination to go to Tuxedo.

      As she stood there the feeling grew and persisted, and, presently, she found herself repeating aloud: "I don't want to go, I don't want to go. It's stupid to go. Why should I go when it's stupid to go and I'd rather stay here?"

      Meanwhile, Ethelinda and Destyn were having a

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