The Powers and Maxine   By: Alice Muriel Williamson (1869-1933)

By C.N. and A.M. Williamson

Author of

"The Princess Virginia," "My Friend the Chauffeur," "The Car of Destiny," "The Princess Passes," "Lady Betty Across the Water," Etc.

Copyright, 1907, by C.N. and A.M. Williamson.

With Illustrations By FRANK T. MERRILL

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I. LISA'S KNIGHT AND LISA'S SISTER

II. LISA LISTENS

III. LISA MAKES MISCHIEF

IV. IVOR TRAVELS TO PARIS

V. IVOR DOES WHAT HE CAN FOR MAXINE

VI. IVOR HEARS THE STORY

VII. IVOR IS LATE FOR AN APPOINTMENT

VIII. MAXINE ACTS ON THE STAGE AND OFF

IX. MAXINE GIVES BACK THE DIAMONDS

X. MAXINE DRIVES WITH THE ENEMY

XI. MAXINE OPENS THE GATE FOR A MAN

XII. IVOR GOES INTO THE DARK

XIII. IVOR FINDS SOMETHING IN THE DARK

XIV. DIANA TAKES A MIDNIGHT DRIVE

XV. DIANA HEARS NEWS

XVI. DIANA UNDERTAKES A STRANGE ERRAND

XVII. MAXINE MAKES A BARGAIN

XVIII. MAXINE MEETS DIANA

XIX. MAXINE PLAYS THE LAST HAND OF THE GAME

LISA DRUMMOND'S PART

The Powers and Maxine

CHAPTER I

LISA'S KNIGHT AND LISA'S SISTER

It had come at last, the moment I had been thinking about for days. I was going to have him all to myself, the only person in the world I ever loved.

He had asked me to sit out two dances, and that made me think he really must want to be with me, not just because I'm the "pretty girl's sister," but because I'm myself, Lisa Drummond.

Being what I am, queer, and plain, I can't bear to think that men like girls for their beauty; yet I can't help liking men better if they are handsome.

I don't know if Ivor Dundas is the handsomest man I ever saw, but he seems so to me. I don't know if he is very good, or really very wonderful, although he's clever and ambitious enough; but he has a way that makes women fond of him; and men admire him, too. He looks straight into your eyes when he talks to you, as if he cared more for you than anyone else in the world: and if I were an artist, painting a picture of a dark young knight starting off for the crusades, I should ask Ivor Dundas to stand as my model.

Perhaps his expression wouldn't be exactly right for the pious young crusader, for it isn't at all saintly, really: still, I have seen just that rapt sort of look on his face. It was generally when he was talking to Di: but I wouldn't let myself believe that it meant anything in particular. He has the reputation of having made lots of women fall in love with him. This was one of the first things I heard when Di and I came over from America to visit Lord and Lady Mountstuart. And of course there was the story about him and Maxine de Renzie. Everyone was talking of it when we first arrived in London.

My heart beat very fast as I guided him into the room which Lady Mountstuart has given Di and me for our special den. It is separated by another larger room from the ballroom; but both doors were open and we could see people dancing.

I told him he might sit by me on the sofa under Di's book shelves, because we could talk better there. Usually, I don't like being in front of a mirror, because well, because I'm only the "pretty girl's sister." But to night I didn't mind. My cheeks were red, and my eyes bright. Sitting down, you might almost take me for a tall girl, and the way my gown was made didn't show that one shoulder is a little higher than the other. Di designed the dress.

I thought, if I wasn't pretty, I did look interesting, and original. I looked as if I could think of things; and as if I could feel.

And I was feeling. I was wondering why he had been so good to me lately, unless he cared. Of course it might be for Di's sake; but I am not so queer looking that no man could ever be fascinated by me.

They say pity is akin to love. Perhaps he had begun by pitying me, because Di has everything and I nothing; and then, afterwards, he had found out that I was intelligent and sympathetic.