“I--I only meant to tell you that I love you desperately, that I’m jealous and ask you not to torture me--you cannot mean this, dear?” “How dare you address me in that manner again!” she cried, flaming with anger, the tense little figure drawn to its full height. Steve attempted to take her hand, but the fierce light in her eyes stopped him without a word. “Leave this house instantly!” she said, with quiet emphasis. With deep muttered curses in his soul against John Graham, Steve turned and left. As he passed through the doorway, a black face peeped from the alcove and giggled. CHAPTER III--A BLOW IS STRUCK TRUE to his word Butler called for a regiment of United States troops. On the second day after his interview with the Judge, John Graham watched from his office window the blue coats march through the streets of Independence to their camp. He turned to his chair beside a quaint old mahogany desk and wrote an official order to each of the eight district chiefs of the Invisible Empire who were under his command in the state. When he had finished his task he sat for an hour in silence staring out of his window and seeing nothing save the big brown eyes of a beautiful girl--eyes of extraordinary size and brilliance that seemed to be searching the depths of his soul. It was a new and startling experience in his life. He had made love harmlessly after the gallant fashion of his race to many girls; yet none of them had found the man within. He was angry with himself now for his inability to shake off the impression Stella Butler had made. He hated her very name. The idea of his ever seeking the hand of a Butler in marriage made him shiver. To even meet her socially with such a father was unthinkable. And yet he kept thinking. Two things especially about her haunted him with persistence and had thrown a spell over his imagination--the strange appealing tenderness of her eyes and the marvellous low notes of her voice, a voice at once musical, and warm with slumbering passion. Her voice seemed the echo of ravishing music he had heard somewhere, or dreamed or caught in another world he fancied sometimes his soul had inhabited before reaching this. Never had he heard a voice so full of feeling, so soft, so seductive, so full of tender appeal. Its every accent seemed to caress. He cursed himself for brooding over her and then came back to his brooding with the certainty of fate. Yet it should make no difference in his fight with old Butler. He would kick that fawning, creeping scoundrel out of his house if it was the last and only thing he ever accomplished on earth. The only question he still debated was the time and method of the execution of his plan. One thing became more and more clear--he was going to need the full use of every faculty with which God had endowed him and he must set his house in order.