"What has Lena May to do with Au-

brey?" "Ask him," replied Aubrey Leclair. "He can't deny it. He wouldn't give her fifty dollars each month for the sup- port of her child unless it were true. I have delivered the money to her each month as Aubrey's errand boy, for he wants no checks made out to her, by which he can be blackmailed later on. You are wearing Aubrey's ring, but it is Lena May who should be wearing it." A strong shiver of revulsion shook Mazie. "You beast!" she exclaimed. "You filthy beast! And you call yourself his friend!" She fled into the house. Mazie Lennox ceased to wear Aubrey Charles' ring. A year later she was mar- ried to Dr. Armitage, who had been a friend of her youth. Both. Aubrey Charles and Aubrey Leclair were silent guests at the wedding. Neither had spoken a word to the other since the day when Aubrey Leclair stormed out of Au- brey Charles' office, scattering the cards about the room as he went. The tall, dignified lawyer had never seemed so frigid and reserved as on that day when his heart's treasure was given to another. The usually jovial apothe- cary was as as the other Aubrey. His face was a sober mask. POISONED abruptly, stepped into his car and left the little city behind him. Racked by his thoughts, tortured by regrets, stung by hatred, he hardly no- ticed where he went, until he heard his name called. He drew up beside the curb. He found himself in the streets of a city twenty miles from his own. It was a friend, a fellow apothecary, who was calling to him. No figure of bronze could have been UNBENDING pride on the one hand, lawyer had bought a strong poison to kill more unbending than Aubrey Charles a large dog, or so at least he had told the druggist when he bought it. resentment and spring madness on the other the breach was accomplished in the long friendship of the two Au- breys. when Aubrey Leclair entered the law- yer's office, except that this figure opened its mouth and spoke. Aubrey Charles the lawyer left im- mediately after the minister spoke the words that made Dr. Armitage and Mazie Lennox man and wife. Aubrey Leclair the apothecary was even more downcast than the other Aubrey. He had not only lost the girl himself, but his treachery to Aubrey the attorney had lost him the friendship that he val- ued above anything that had ever come into his life. He felt that he was to blame for the whole tragedy. A sense- less quarrel had ruffled the smooth sur- face of his comradeship with Aubrey Charles, and he, Aubrey Leclair, instead of steering for untroubled waters, had deliberately wrecked the craft of friend ship and overturned the boat. He hated the other Aubrey with all the animus of his nature, venomously, with a hate that would stop at nothing. But at this mo- men he wanted air. He was choking in the festival atmosphere of the wedding, drowning in the whirlpool of his own emotions. He left the house of mirth Aubrey got out of his car, and wan- dered arm in arm into the drug store with the friend who had called to him. He welcomed this brief respite from the torment of his thoughts. And here he learned news that smote him first with a pang of conscience, and then made him glow with pleasure. For the apothecary told him, confidentially, that Aubrey the "A dog?" exclaimed Aubrey in some surprise. "A great Dane he has had for several years," explained the druggist. "It has a tumor, he says, and he finds it neces- sary to kill the dog. I sold the poison to him because he is a close friend of yours. But I wonder he did not go to you." "Perhaps," Aubrey said, musingly, "perhaps he was afraid I was so much at- tached to the dog that I would insist on trying to cure it. Much obliged." "For what?" asked the apothecary. "For selling the poison to my friend." AU UBREY LECLAIR had something new to occupy his thoughts as he mo- tored slowly back. Aubrey the lawyer had never possessed a dog. He evidently did not want Aubrey the apothecary to know that he wanted poison, so he came to this other city to get it. He wanted it, then, for himself. He was very despon dent, although his face and demeanor in public showed no relaxation from his ha- bitual dignity and reserve. 71 saw what a sorry figure he had cut. So he lived with his bitter thoughts, and the poison remained unused in a cupboard of his inner office. Aubrey Charles had indeed bought the poison to slay himself, but his sense of dignity prevented him from carrying out his intention. He found it easier to sup- port the pangs of despondency than to let the world peep into his heart at a cor- oner's inquest. That inevitable scene was enacted in his mind a hundred times. Always it cost him a shudder to picture the curiosity of his little world of ac- quaintances (for he had no close friends now that Aubrey Leclair had forsaken him) as they learned how Mazie Lennox had cast him aside because of his clan- destine affair with Lena May. Aubrey would be dead when these revelations were made, but even his soul must shrink in shamed humiliation when the world Aubrey Leclair the apothecary, cheated of the suicide of Aubrey Charles, felt that fate had treated him cruelly. Like the lawyer, he had been robbed of his chum and his girl. Even revenge was denied to him. So when a trivial le- gal matter that involved his interests made it necessary for him to sign certain papers, he went to the office of Aubrey the lawyer to arrange the matter. This visit would give him the opportunity to see for himself just how deeply the law- yer was suffering from their mutual disaster. "I will not shake hands, Aubrey," said the figure, slowly. "I do not wish to revive old friendships. But because we were once friends, you and I, I will offer you a glass of wine, pre-prohibition vintage. "" The figure moved majestically into the inner office. Aubrey the apothecary, imi- tating the lawyer's lofty reserve, stood with folded arms awaiting his return. Be- hind the closed door of the inner office the lawyer's haughtiness dropped from him like a mantle. Feverishly he hunted for a white powder he had placed there some weeks before, at the time of Mazie Lennox's marriage to Dr. Armi- tage. Finding it, he poured it into a wine glass, filled the glass with wine, and poured out another glass for Aubrey. Returning to the outer office, he placed one glass before Aubrey Leclair. Before himself he carefully put the poisoned glass. His hand shook so that he spilled some of the wine. His brow was damp with perspiration. His icy reserve had melted utterly. Aubrey the apothe- cary still stood with folded arms. Slowly he shook his head. "You drink too much, Aubrey," said the apothecary. "Not for the love of liquor, Aubrey," replied the lawyer, "but to forget sor- row. You have hurt me, Aubrey, but you have hurt yourself equally. Let us drink." "You began it," said Aubrey the apothecary, coldly. "I will not drink with you." "Perhaps the wine is too strong," per- sisted Aubrey the lawyer. "You are not a drinking man like me. I will get you some water."