sii Bellefonte, Pa., October 2, 1914. The Story of Waitstill Baxter [Continued from page 6, Col. 4] bits of ribbon, her collars of crochet- ed thread, her adored coral pendants and her pile of neat cotton handker- chiefs, hemstitched by her own hands. Waitstill, accordingly, with an excla- mation at her own unwonted careless- ness, darted into her sister’s room to replace in perfect order the articles she had disarranged in her haste. She ‘knew them all, these poor little trin- kets—humble, pathetic evidences of Patty’s feminine vanity and desire to make her bright beauty a trifle prighter. Suddenly ber hand and her eye fell at the same moment on something hiad- den in a far corner under a white **fas- cinator,” one of those head’ coverings of filmy wool, dotted with beads. worn by the girs of the period. She drew the glittering, unfamiit~ object for- ward and then lifted i. wonderingly in ther hand. ’ It was a string of burnished gold beads, the avowed desire of Patty's heart—a string of beads with a bril- {Mant little stone in the fastening. And, as if that were not mystery enough, there was something slipped over the clasped necklace and hanging from it, as Waitstill held it up to the light—a circlet of plain gold, a wedding ring! Waitstill stood motionless in the cold, with such a throng of bewildering thoughts, misgivings, imaginings, rush- ing through her head that they were like a flock of birds beating their wings against her ears. The imaginings were not those of absolute dread or terror, for she knew her Patty. If she had secn the necklace alone she would have been anxious indeed, for it would have meant that the girl, urged on by ungovernable desire for the ornament, had accepted a present from one who should not have given it to her secretly. But the wedding ring meant something different for Patty— something more, something certain, something unescapable, for good or ill A wedding ring could stand for noth- ing but marriage. Could Patty be mar- ried? How, when and where could so great a thing happen without her knowledge? It seemed impossible. How had such a child surmounted the difficulties in the path? Had she been led away by the attractions of some stranger? No, there had been none in the village. There was only one man who had the worldly wisdom or the means to carry Patty off under the very eye of her watchful sister, only one with the reckless courage to defy her father, and that was Mark Wilson. His name did not bring absolute confi- dence to Waitstill’s mind. He was gay “and young and thoughtless. How had he managed to do this wild thing, and had he done all decently and wisely, with consideration for the girl's good | name? | The thought of all the risks lying in ! the train of Patty’s youth and inex- perience brought a wail of anguish from Waitstill’s lips, and, dropping the beads and closing the drawer, she stumbled blindly down the stairway to the kitchen, intent upon one thought only—to find her sister, to look in her eyes, feel the touch of her hand and assure herself of her safety. She gave a dazed look at the tall clock and was beginning to put on her | cloak when the door opened and Patty entered the kitchen by way of the shed—the usual Patty—rosy, buoyant, alert, with a kind of childlike inno- cence that could hardly be associated with the possession of wedding rings. “Are you going out, Waity? Wrap up well, for it’s freezing cold. Waity, Waity, dear! What's the matter?’ she cried, coming closer to her sister in alarm. ‘Waitstill’s face had lost its clear col- or, and her eyes had the look of some dumb animal that has been struck and wounded. She sank into the flag bot- tomed rocker by the window and, lean- ing back her head, uttered no word, but closed her eyes and gave one long, shivering sigh and a dry sob that | seemed drawn from the very bottom of her heart. 86 om WwW me! Who has been wick- ed enough to tell you be- fore I could do so? Tell me—who?” “Oh, Patty, Patty!” cried Waitstill, who could no louger hold back her tears. “How could you deceive me s0? | How could you shut me out of your heart and keep a secret like this from me, who have tried to be mother and sister in one to you ever since the day | you were born? *God has sent me much to bear, but nothing so bitter as this—to have my sister take the greatest step of her life without my knowledge or counsel!” “Stop. dear, stop, and let me tell you!” “All is told, and not by you, as it should have been. We've never had | anything separate from each other in | all our lives, and when I looked in your | bureau drawer for a bit of soft cotton | —it was nothing more than I have done | a hundred times—you can guess now | what I stumbled upon—a wedding ring ; for a hand 1 have held ever since it | was a baby’s. My sister has a hus- | band; and 1 am not even sure of his name!” | “Waity, Waity, heart!” and Patty flung herself on her knees beside Waitstill's chair, “not till you hear everything. When I tell you all you will dry your eyes and smile and be happy about me, and you will CHAPTER XXIII. The Confessional. AITY, I know what it is— you have found out about have done it!” : for the rest of your life. know that iu the whole world there is BO one else in my love or my life but you and my—my husband!” " “Who is the husband?’ asked Wait: still dryly as she wiped her eyes and leaned her elbow on the table. “Who could it be but Mark? Has there ever been any one but Mark?” “I should have said that there were several in these past few months.” Walitstill’s tone showed clearly that she was still grieved and hurt beyond her power to conceal. “I have never thought of marrying any one but Mark, and not even of marrying him till a little while ago,” said Patty. “Now do not draw away from me and look out of the window ' as if we were not sisters or you wiil break my heart. “Turn your eyes to mine and believe in me, Waity, while I tell you every- thing, as I have so longed to do all these nights and days. Mark and I have loved each other for a long, long time. It was only play at first, but we were young and foolish and did not un- derstand what was really happening | between us.” “You are both of you only a few | months older than when you were ‘young and foolish,” ” objected Wait- ; still. “Yes, we are—years and years! Five weeks ago I promised Mark that I would marry him. But how was 1 ever to keep my word publicly? But nothing can make it wicked o1 anything but according to law. “Besides, Mark considered all the dif- ficulties. He Is wonderfully clever, and he has a clerkship in a Ports- mouth law office waiting for him, and that’s where we are going to live, in New Hampshire, where we were mar- ried, and my darling sister will come soon and stay months and months with us.” “When is Mark coming back to ar- range all this?” “Late tonight or early tomorrow, morning.” “Where did you go after you were married?” “Where did I go?’ echoed Patty in a childish burst of tears. “Where could I go? It took all day to he married— all day long, working and driving hard from sunrise to 7 o'clock in the even- ing. Then when we reached the bridge Mark dropped me, and 1 walked up home in the dark and went to bed without any supper for fear that you and father would come back and catch me at it and ask why I was so late.” “My poor, foolish dear!” sighed Wait- still. Patty’s tears flowed faster at the first sound of sympathy in Waitstill’s . voice, for self pity is very enfeebling. You | have noticed how insultingly father treats him of late, passing him by without a word when he meets him in the street? You remember, too, that he has never gone to Lawyer Wilson for advice or put any business in his hands since spring?” ; “The Wilsons are among father’s aversions, that is all you can say. It | is no use to try and explain them or rebel against them.” Waitstill answer- : ed wearily. “That is all very well and might be | borne like many another cross, but I ! wanted to marry this particular ‘aver- ! sion,’ ” argued Patty. “Would you have helped me to marry Mark secret- ly if I had confided in you?” “Never in the world—never!” “I knew it,” exclaimed Patty tri- umphantly. “We both said so! And what was Mark to do? He was more than willing to come up here and ask for me like a man, but he knew that he would be ordered off the premises as if he were a thief. That would have angered Mr. and Mrs. Wilson and made matters worse. We talked and talked until we were hoarse; we thought and thought until we nearly had brain fe- ver from thinking, but there seemed to be no way but to take the bull by the horns.” “You are both so young you could well have bided awhile.” “We could have bided until we were gray. Nothing would have changed father, and just lately I couldn’t make Mark bide,” corfessed Patty ingenu- ously. “He has been in a rage about fa ther’s treatment of you and me. He knows we haven't the right food to eat, nothing fit to wear, and not an hour of peace or freedom. He has even heard the men at the store say that our very lives might be in dan- ger if we crossed father’s will or an- gered him beyond a certain point. “You can’t blame a man who loves a girl, if he wants to take her away from such a wretched life. His love would i be good for nothing if he did not long to rescue her!” “I would never have left you be- hind to bear your slavery alone, while I slipped away to happiness and com- fort—not for any man alive would I This speech, so unlike Waitstill in its ungenerous reproach, was repented of as soon as it left her tongue, “Ob, I did not mean that, my darling!” she cried. “I would have welcomed any change for you and thanked God for it, if only it could have come honorably and aboveboard.” “But, don’t you see, Waity, how my marriage helps everything? That is what makes me happiest; that now I shall have a home and it can be yours. “Father has plenty of money and can get a housekeeper. He is only sixty- five, and as hale and hearty as a man can be. You have served your time, and surely you need not be his drudge Mark and I thought you would spend half the year . with us.” Waitstill waived this point as too im- possible for discussion. ‘When and where were you married, Patty?’ she asked. “In Allentown, N. H., last Monday. the day you and father went to Saco. Ellen went with us. You needn't sup- pose it was much fu: for me! Girls that think running 2'vay to be mar- ried is nothing but a lark do not have to deceive a sister like you nor have a father such as mine to reckon with afterward.” “You thought of all that before, | didn’t you, child?” ‘Nobody that hasn't already run away to be married once or twice could tell how it was going to feel. Never did 1 pass so unhappy a day. If Mark was not everything that is kind and gentle he would have tipped . me out of the sleigh into a snowbank | and left me by the roadside to freeze. “I might have been murdered instead of only married by the way I behaved, ! but Mark aud Ellen understood. Then the very next day Mark’s father sent him up to Bridgton on business, and he had to go to Allentown first to re- turn a friend's horse. so he couldn't break the news to father at once, as he intended.” “Does a New Hampshire marriage hold good in Maine?" asked Waitstill. don’t take it so to | still intent on the bare facts at the bottom of the romance. “Well, of course.” stammered Patty, somewhat confused, “Maine has her own way of doing things and wouldn't i be likely to fancy New Hampshire's. She fairly sobbed as she continued: “So my only wedding journey was the freezing drive back from Allen- town, with Ellen crying all the way DR us ode “My poor, foolish dear!” sighed Wait- still. and wishing that she hadn’t gone with us. Mark and I both say we'll never be married again so long as we live.” “Where have you seen your husband from that day to this?” “I haven't laid eyes on him,” said Patty, with a fresh burst of woe. *I have a certificate thing and a wedding ring and a beautiful frock and hat that Mark bought in Boston, but no real husband. I'm no more married than ever I was. Don't you remember I said that Mark was sent away on Tuesday morning? And this is Thurs- day! I've had three letters from him, but I don’t know till we see how fa- ther takes it when we can tell the Wil- Hood’s Sarsaparilla. Scrofula and all Humors Give Way There are many things learned from experience and observation that the older generation should impress upon the younger. Among them is the fact that scrofula and other humors, which pro- duce eczema. boils. pimples and other eruptions, can be most successfully treat- ed with Hood's Sarsaparilla. This great medicine is a peculiar com- bination of remarkably effective blood- purifying and health-giving roots, barks and herbs, which are gathered especially - her brows anxiously. sons and start for Portsmouth. “We shan’t really call ourselves mar- ried till we get to Portsmouth. We promised each other that from the first. It isn't much like being a bride never to see your bridegroom; to have ! a father who will fly into a passion when he hears that you are married; not to know whether your new famil will like or despise you and to ha your only sister angered with you for the first time in her life.” Waitstill's heart melted, and she lift- ed Patty’s tear stained face to hers and kissed it. “Well, dear, I would not have had you do this for the world, but it is done, and Mark seems to have been as wise as a man can be when he does an unwise thing. You are married, and you love each other. That’s the comforting thing to me.” “We do,” sobbed Patty. “No two people ever loved each other better than we, but it’s been all spoiled for fear of father.” = “l must say I dread to have him hear the news.” and Waitstill knitted “I hope it may be soon, and I think I ought to be here when he is told. Mark will never un- derstand or bear with him, and there may be trouble that I could avert.” “I'll be here, too, and I'm not afraid!” and Patty raised her head de fiantly. ‘Father can’t unmarry us; that’s why we acted in this miserable, secret, underhanded way. Somehow, though I haven't seen Mark since we t went to Allentown, I am braver than I was last week. for now I’ve got some- body to take my part. [Continued next week.] Graded All Right. 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