(Continued from last week).
SYNOPSIS.
CHAPTER l1.—Lonely and almost friend-
less, Tonnibel Devon, living on a canal
boat, child of a brutal father and a worn-
out, discouraged mother, wanders into a
Balvation army hall at Ithaca, N. Y.
There she meets a young Salvation army
captain, Philip MacCauley.
CHAPTER IL-Uriah Devon, Tony's fa-
ther, returns to the boat from a pro-
tracted “spree,” and announces he has
arranged for Tony to marry a worthless
companion of his, Reginald Brown. Mrs.
Devon objects, and Uriah beats her. She
intimates there is a secret connected
with Tonnibel.
CHAPTER IIl.—In clothes that Uriah
has brought Tony finds a baby’s picture
with a notification of a reward for its
return to a Doctor Pendlehaven. She
goes to return the picture.
CHAPTER IV.—With the Pendlehavens,
a family of wealth, live Mrs, Curtis, a
cousin, her son and daughter, Katherine
Curtis and Reginald Brown. Katherine is
deeply in love with Philip MacCauley.
CHAPTER V.—Tonnibel returns the
picture to Doctor John, and learns it be-
longs to his brother, Dr. Paul Pendle-
haven. It is a portrait of Dector Paul's
child, who had been stolen in her infancy,
and her loss has wrecked Doctor Paul's
life. Doctor John goes with Tony to the
canal boat and ministers to Mrs. Devon
while she is unconscious.
CHAPTER VI1.—Returning to conscious-
ness, Mrs. Devon is informed by Tony
of her visitor. She is deeply agitated,
makes Tony swear she will never tell of
Devon’s brutality, and disappears,
CHAPTER VII.—Tony’s personality and
her loneliness appeal to Doctor John and |
he arranges to take her into his house as
a companion to his invalid brother,
CHAPTER VIIL.—Tony’s presence in
the house has a good effect on Doctor
Paul. He begins to take a new interest |
in life. Visiting the canal boat, Tony ;
finds Reginald Brown there. He attempts
to kiss her. Captain MacCauley appears
and throws the man into the lake. Uriah
Devon orders MacCauley off his boat.
CHAPTER IX.—With the girl a captive
Devon insists that she shall marry Brown.
On her persistent refusal he beats her
brutally, throws her into the cabin, un-
moors the boat, and starts to leave
Ithaca. MacCauley follows in his canoe.
He takes the girl into the canoe through
the cabin window. The men believe Tony
has committed suicide. MacCauley de-
clares his love, and Tony acknowledges
she returns it. The girl returns to the
Pendlehaven home.
CHAPTER X.—At dinner in the Pendle-
haven home MacCauley, not knowing of
her presence mn the house, meets Tony,
and his affectionate greeting alarms
Katherine and her mother.
When the boy and girl stood facing
each other, embarrassment kept them
gilent for some moments. Philip had
decided to find out whether Tony knew
of Reginald Brown's connection with
the Pendlehavens, although he wag
positive in his own mind she did po’
“It's a nice day,” he blurted ous
and Tonnibel’'s low “yes” was her
only answer. How pretty she looked,
thought Philip, and how much he de-
sired to kiss her as he had the other
time in the breaking dawn on the shore
~ of Lake Cayuga.
“Tony,” he said huskily, “don’t you
—don’t you—like me at all?”
Tonnibel opened her eyes to their
fullest extent. Why. hadn’t she kissed
“Tony, Don’t You Like Me at All?”
him, oh, ever so many times? No
girl would do that— She blushed and
studied the tip of her pretty shoe.
“Don’t you, Tony, or if you don't,
couldn't you?’ pleaded the boy.
“I like you heaps,” she breathed
with suppressed emotion. She wanted
to throw her arms about him right
then, to tell him how she had longed
to be with him, all about her promise
that she would not leave the house
again without some one with her. She
was considering this when— i
“TI wanted to ask you—if you've seen
that man again?’ sald Philip. “The
one I—" |
“You slung in the lake?” interrupted !
Tonnibel, = dimple peeping out at the
corner of her mouth. “No, never. I
guess old Reggie thinks I'm dead, don’t
you?”
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; “Ah, here she is.
| speaking of you, my dear Sarah.”
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“] saw him in town today,” he told
her finally and then almost cursed
himself for his brutality. She had
gone so white and was looking about
her helplessly.
“He'll find me, mebbe,” she hesitated,
a haunted expression coming into her
eyes. “Mebbe he will.”
“No, he wont; not if you let me
help vou,” exclaimed Philip. “Now,
listen to me! Don’t go out of Cousin
Paul's rooms for anything, no matter
what. Call a servant if you want any-
thing downstairs. And don’t leave the
house unless you go with me. I want
vour promise that you will not come
downsi- rs. Will you give it to me?”
Tony didn’t understand why she
should promise this, and a whimsica!
thought came into "er mind that she
was always making promises to some
one, hut she couldn't refuse him, and
Philip went away a little happier and
feeling much more secure.
CHAPTER XI.
“] Love You More’n the Whole World!”
One late afternoecn Philip MacCau-
ley started for the Pendlehavens’, de
sirous of seeing Tony Devon. Kather-
ine saw him guiding his car up the
roadway and ran to the door to meet
him. Her smile was especiaily radiant
for she had begun to lose her fear:
about Tonnibel’s influence over him
“Sit down, Phil,” she entreated.
“Mother's sick today. Reggie almost
sets her into fits.”
Philip still remainea standing.
“And you've kept away so much
dear boy,” complained the girl. “Ii
seems you don’t care for us any more.’
“I do, though, but I've been busy,’
replied Philip, not able to think of an)
other excuse.
“But you've always been busy, more
or less,” the girl shot back, “and yet
you came. Mother and I have come
to the conclusion that you couldn’
have been very much interested in—
‘n—Cousin Paul's Dprotegee. Yor
Yaven’t even asked about her.”
Philip coughed embarrassedly, ther
aughed.
“The fact is, I came to see her tc
ay,” be exclaimed.
Katie ae went wax white,
“What do you vant to see ve: for?
hie asked sharply.
“Oh. just to talk to her,” repliet
‘facCauley, awkwardly.
Katherine shook her head.
“I don't believe you can,” she pre
tested dubiously. “Cousin John won't
let any of us go up to Paul's room,
and she never comes down any more.”
“Where's Reggie?’ demanded the
boy.
“Oh, he’s gone to Trumansburg to-
day,” answered Katherine. listlessly.
“And I am glad of it. I wish he'd nev-
er come back. He keeps mother in
tears most of the time he’s here.”
“And Cousin John! I want to ask
bim if I can take Miss Devon—"
Katherine's head went up in dis
dain.
“I know what you want to ask him.”
she interrupted tartly. “But you
needn’t waste your sympathy on that
Devon Girl. But mamma says—"
Before she could tell him her moth-
or's opinion, the door opened and Dr.
Pendlehaven walked in.
“Cousin John,” said Philip, abruptly,
going to him, “may I take Miss—Miss
Devon out for a little ride? I'll prom-
ise to bring her back in an hour.”
The doctor looked at the boy's dark
pleading eves, iooked and then
smiled.
“Perhaps you won't have any better
luck than I have had, son,” he an-
© swered with a little laugh.
, most been down on my knees to the
' child, and she absolutely refuses.”
“I've al-
“Mother's dreadfully against her rid-
ing in our car, Cousin John,” Kath-
erine cried in thin, throaty tones. “The
: thought of it makes her sick.”
“Your mother’s not really sick, my
dear KatbLerine,” the doctor asserted.
Katherine was just
A merry twinkle came into his eyes
{ as he turned on his cousin.
“Now, was she?’ smirked Mrs. Cur-
“What were you saying, Kathie?”
Katherine lifted her eyes, slumbering
with passionate anger.
“That you would dislike Cousin
Paul’'s—I mean that girl up there—
taken out for a drive,” replied Kath-
erine.
Mrs. Curtis caught her daughter's ex-
pression and looked at Dr. John, then
at Philip.
“Well, I should say I wouldn't like
it,” she ejaculated. “There's a limit
to all things. What in the world would
the neighbors say to such an out-
rage?” ;
Dr. Pendlehaven’s face gathered a
dark look. :
“If she'll go with Philip, Sarah,” he |
said, “I wouldn’t give a hang what the '
neighbors said. Come along up, Phil,
and ask her.”
“Cousin John!” cried Mrs, Curtis.
“And, oh, Cousin John,” gasped
Katherine, But the doctor was too
| Paul,” he went on.
| the last idea—"
angry to pay any heed to them.
“You really want to take the child,
my lad?’ he asked, smiling at Mac-
Cauley.
“Yes, do let me,” blurted the boy. !
“Let’s go up now.”
They had no more than closed tha
door when Katherine burst into tears,
*{rs. Curtis plumped down into a
ch. » in a spell of hysterics. i
“The little trollop,” she cried. “Oh,
rd like—" i
“I'd like to kill her,” burst forth
Katherine. “Mother, if you don't do
something for me, I'll die. Oh, to
think of it; he takes her out when he
could take me! Oh, God! Oh, dear
God, help me!” :
Her daughter’s terrible outburst
brought Mrs. Curtis directly out of
herself.
“Don’t, Kathie,” she said in a whis-
per. “I really had no idea you cared
for him so much. I will help you, poor
dear. John shall listen to me this
night; he certainly shall.”
Meanwhile Tonnibel looked up with
inquiring eyes as Dr. Pendlehaven
walked in. He had closed Philip on
the outside of the door.
The girl .gave him a slight smile.
The doctor came forward and took
hold of her hand.
“Paul,” he asked. looking at his
brother, “could you spare our little girl
for an hour? I waat her to go out.”
Tonnibel, remembering her promise
to Philip, rose to her feet. “I don’t
want to,” she trembled. “I'd rather
stay here. I'd really rather stay here.”
Pendlehaven went to the door and
opened it, and Philip walked in.
“Here's a young man, Miss Tony
Devon,” he said, laughing at the sight
of the girl's puzzled face, “who tells
She Stooped and Kissed Paul Pendle.
haven Impulsively.
me he wants you to drive with him
Now. what do you say?”
“Say yes, darling Tony,” Philip ejac?
ulated with sparkling eyes.
“Ob, * t's how the land Hes, is it?
said Dr. Jolm under his breath. Ther
aloud, “I didn’t know this thing had
gotten to the ‘darling’ point, Philip.”
Tonnibel’s face grew poppy red, anc
she stood with her eyes cast down anc
her fingers interlocked nervously. Oh
how she wanted to go; now her boy
had come for her.
“You will go, Tony?” begged Philip,
his face very red from John’s speech.
“If—if—" the girl stammered.
John Pendlehaven laughed.
“She can go, can’t she, Paul?’ he
asked. “Phil will take good care of
her.”
Paul
sighed.
“Of course, she can go! She ought
to!” he said. “She stays in too close.
I've told her that every day. Go along,
little maid, but come back to your old
uncle in a little while.”
Philip seized her hand to lead her
away, but Tony turned to the bed.
Then she stooped and kissed I'aul Pen-
dlehaven impulsively.
“I love you,” she whispered, “and
mebbe it'll only be half an hour before
I'm back to you.”
For many minutes after the car
started Philip paid strict attention to
his driving, and Tonnibel allowed her-
self the luxury of taking a sidelong
look at him now and then. Once
witl.in sight of Beebe Lake, Captain
MacCauley slowed down and stopped.
“God, how I've prayed for this min-
ute,” he exclaimed, turning on her
suddenly.
“I have, too,” said Tonnibel in a
shy, sweet voice. “I thought you'd
forgotten about me.”
“Why, I ‘couldn’t de my work half
way well, I've thought about you so
much,” cried the boy, “and I've been
planning a lot for you and me. You
see, Dr. John is a sort of a guardian
to me, and next year I'll be twenty-
three. Then I have all my own money.
I can get married then, if I want to.”
“Oh,” said Tonnibel in a queer little
voice.
“Yes, I believe in early marriages,”
Philip went on emphatically. “Wasn't
it a queer thing that all the while
1 was haunting the shore you were in
the house, my house almost? You
see, I live just next door to you.”
“Oh!” Tony said again. Something
had hurt her dreadfully. Something he
had said. He might be married next
year and, of course, it would be to
Katherine.
“And time and again I heard how
much some little girl was helping Dr. |
“But somehow I
never heard your name and hadn’t
He stopped. Then
he slipped his arm about her. “I
didn’t know she ‘was my little girl,”
he finished.
Tony closed her eyes. All the un-
happiness of the past weeks left her
that moment like a vanished burden.’
He bad said she was his little girl
Pendlehaven smiled and
How very lovely the world was!
“Lean against me, dear,” murmured
Philip. “And this time—Oh, Tony,
don’t leave me today without telling
me you love me a lot.”
Tony glimpsed him with one little
upward glance. Her eyes were star-
bright.
“I love you more'n the whole world,”
: she trembled.
“More’'n 1 know how
to tell.”
It isn’t any one’s affair just how
many times Philip made Tony tell him
. she’d marry him, nor is it any one’s
affair how many times he kissed her,
but it is our business to listen te
Philip’s conclusion. :
“I'm going to tell Cousin John and
Cousin Paul tonight that we're going
to be married,” he said, and Tonnibel
* had no inclination to forbid him.
With dark thoughts, Katherine was
watching for them to come back again.
She saw the happy shining face of
the girl, saw Philip lift the little figure
from the car and draw her up the
steps. Her teeth came together in
sharp misery as she turned from the
window and went upstairs,
CHAPTER XIl,
A Little Drop of Something.
Reginald was sitting in his mother’s
room ‘that evening when his sister
opened the door and entered. The
girl looked about for Mrs. Curtis, then
picked up a cigarette and lit it. She
was so white and drawn looking that
her brother stared at her.
“What's the matter, sis?’ he asked
with no particular interest in his voice.
“I hate everybody in the world.”
snapped the girl.
“Whew! That's some hate,” laugh-
ed Reggie.
Katherine threw herself
the divan.
“Worst of any one I hate Paul Pen-
dlebaven and next-—well, next I hate
Cousin John,” she said between her
teeth. “I wish, oh, how I wish Paul
would die tonight. I'd almost like tc
kill him myself. If it weren't for him.
we’d all have money, and if it weren’t
for that girl with him, he’d die.”
“Well, I might cheer you up a little
if I told you that perhaps before long
your illustrious Cousin Paul will be
under the sod.”
The girl sat up and stared at him.
“Don’t be a fool, Reggie,” she sali¢
with a sneer. “Cousin John says Pau!
will be able to go out of the house very
soon, that by next week he can gc
anywhere he likes.”
Reginald got up lazily. He saic
something under his breath that made
his sister struggle to her feet. She
stood a moment and gazed with star
tled eyes at the door that had closed
Reggie on the other side of it.
“Now, what'd he mean by that?
she wondered dully. “What did he
mean by saying that if he could hel
it Cousin Paul would never drive again
1 wonder just what he meant by that!
Reggie knew what he meant by hi:
words if Katherine didn’t. He intend
cd to rut Dr. Paul out of the way
thus helping his mother as well at
Limself. He wanted to get away fron
Ithaca, to leave the town that alway’
put him in mind of Tonnibel Devon
The least wind that blew brought bact
the awful moment when he and Deyo:
had discovered the girl had drowned
kerself, and because of his tormenting
conscience lie drank more heavily ev-
ery day. After leaving his sister he
went to his room where he filled himn-
self up with brandy. The drunker
he got the more dim grew the picture
of Tony's pale, terrified face.
He slept soddenly for an hour or sn
and only awoke when a servant rapped
at the door and told him dinner was
ready. He was toc ill to get up and
lay staring hopelessly about the room.
Then suddenly out of the shadows in
the corner floated Tonnibel Devon. He
groaned and turned slowly in the bed.
Instead of getting better he was get-
ting worse. The ghost of Devon's
daughter was haunting him in every
one of his sober hours. He hated
Ithaca and every one in it. If Dr.
Paul were dead—
He sat up, his head whirling. He
crawled to the floor, went to the bath-
room and soaked his head in cold wa-
ter. Then he sent a servant for a
pot of strong coffee. |
So happy was Dr. Paul to have Ton- !
nibel back that he insisted on sitting |
up to his dinner. i
“It was a long hour, my dear,” he |
said, smiling. “But I'm glad you went !
out. He’s a nice fellow, Phiilp. My |
brother and I have often wished our |
voung cousin would pattern after him,
but it does seem as if nothing can be
done with him. Even his mother has
no influence over him.” i
“I've never seen him,” stated Ton-
nibel. i
“He's scarcely ever at home,” an- |
swered Dr. Paul, “and the worst of
it is, he gives no explanation as to
where he goes.”
down on
Then after dinner as usual Tonnibel, he?
with Gussie Piglet in her arms, read
from the Bible. The clock struck ten
when she arose softly and began to
prepare for the night. By the even
breathing of the man on the bed she
knew he was asleep. and as quiet as .
a mouse she crept ubout softly so as
not to arouse him. The suite directly
back of Paul Pendlehaven’s had been !
given to her. She went into her bed- |
room and made ready to retire. Then !
over her night robe she drew a light ;
kimono.
She turned off the electric switch
and stood near the window looking
out. Her heart sang with gladness.
She had but to hearken back to the
afternoon to hear a dear voice telling
her of a great love, love for her, Ton-
wibel Devon. How very much she had
to be thankful for!
Suddenly she saw the tall tree dl-
rectly in front of Dr. Paul's room
shake as if a glant hand were clutch-
ing at its roots. How could that be?
There wasn’t any wind, not even a
breeze. Her heart jumped into her
throat as she crept away from the
window and back into Pendlehaven’s
room. The little night lamp glimmered
dimly above the small table with its
load of medicine glasses. She stood
in the shadow and peered through the
screen. There among the dripping
branches was the quiet figure of a
man.
Her mind went immediately to her
father, but she put the thought of him
away, for the form in the tree was
much more slender than Uriah Devon's.
Dr. Pendlehaven still slept, his face
turned toward the wall, and Tonnibel
squatted down at the foot of the bed,
keeping the dark figure in the tree in
the line of her vision. She dared not
leave the room, nor dared she call
out. How often Dr. John had told
her that his brother must be kept free
from shocks of every kind. For an-
other ten minutes she leaned her chin
on her hand, still keeping her eyes
on the window. Then she saw the
flutter of a wistaria branch against
the screen and knew that the hour
had come. Another tense silence for
several minutes. then a little scraping
sound as if a sharp instrument was
moving over wire. Some one was try-
ing to get in. Tonnibel crawled for-
ward on her knees until she was di-
rectly in front of Dr. Paul. i
She sank back cgainst the bed and
waited.
The scraping sound at length ceased.
With a forward shove of her head,
Tonnibel saw that the wire netting had
been ripped fully a foot, and then she
saw a hand meve little by little
through the opening, until a long arm
was fully inside the room. Tony
watched it, fascinated. Then she saw
it waver toward the table, pause, open
and lay some little pellets down with-
out a sound. Then long white fingers
drew off the covers of the glasses
noiselessly and picked up the pellets
one after another and dropped them
silently into the medicine. As quietly
the covers were restored, and the arm
slowly withdrawn. Directly beneath
the window, Tonnibel rose up.
There through the faint light she
was staring into the face of Reginald
Brown. Instantly she recognized him, '
and all the terror of that day when he
and her brutal father had placed a
menacing shadow over her swept her
nearly off her feet. Reginald had come
not only to harm Paul Pendlehayen, !
but to get her!
“Stand by, Salvation of the Lord,” |
shot across her tortured soul, and then '
through the break in the wire netting
she thrust her clenched fist. Reginald
took the blow she gave him without an
audible sound and fell backward into
the garden below. He was paralyzed
by the blazing eyes and the memory
that the body of the ghost-girl was
somewhere beneath: the broad surface
of Lake Cayuga.
Tonnibel heard him land on the soft
grass, 2nd for a few seconds she stoos!
panting ggainst the window. Then she
withdrew her arm and crouched down
on the floor,
What had her father’s pal put Ir
Dr. Pau's medicine? Minute by min
ute she became more acutely sure that
no good had been Intended. Silently
she took up the glasses and carried
them to her own room. Then she slip-
ped out into the hall, ran along the
corridor and rapped softly on John
Pendlehaven's apartments. Twice she
repeated her summons in nervous little
rap-taps that penctrated Dr. John's
sound slumber. When he recognizel
her, opened th¢ door and noticed how
white she was, he drew her instautly
to him and shut the door.
Between chattering teeth she began
to tell him the dreadful tale. As she
{ went on 2ith the story the listener's
face grew much concerned.
“Somebody’s “tried to poixon him,”
he cried. {aking a long ‘breath. “My
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Through the Break in the Netting She
Thrust Her Fict.
God, who could be so damnable as
that? Come, let me get the stuff.”
Together they stole back to Tonni-
bel’s room and Dr. John carried away
the medicine with him, leaving Tony
with a caution not to speak of the
matter to his brother. Putting on his
clothes, John went outside and made
a tour of the house. It wasn’t difficult
to find the place where the man had
fallen, but there was no sign of him
anywhere.
Tonnibel did not sleep at all that
night. But very early in the morning
she arose and slipped into Dr. Paul's
room and put back the medicine Dr.
John had given her.
During the morning Dr. John Pen-
dlehaven softly entered her room. He
came forward, his hands outstretched, '
his face white and very grave. |
“Darling little girl,” he whispered,
with much emotion. “You have saved
my brother’s life. The villain, who-
ever he was, put the rankest kind of
poison in it. He must have gotten it
from some doctor, for no druggist
would have sold it to him.
“Mebbe he’s dead,” replied Tony gen-
tly, with an expression of awe. “It
was a long tumble he took.”
“No; he got away! I've hunted the
place over for him. Would you knov"
him again if you saw him?”
“Sure,” replied Tony, nodding, but
she said no more. To tell him who
the man was would mean to break the
solemn oath she had made on the
Christ to her mother.
A timid knock brought the conversa-
tion to a close. Mrs. Curtis was at
the threshold when Pendlehaven open-
ed the door.
“I've been looking the house over
for you, John,” she began. “Boy’s got
a headache! He said for you not to,
bother to come to him, but to give
me something to make him sleep.”
“Is he drunk?’ demanded Pendle-
haven.
Mrs. Curtis began to cry.
“John, how unkind!” she sniffled
from the haven of her handkerchief.
“The moment the child complains ev-
erybody accuses him of drinking. No,
of course, he isn’t drunk.”
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For many days Reginald Curtis
tossed fitfully in bed, tortured by the
thought that he would never cease
being haunted by Tony Devon's spirit.
He dared not get up, for he was cov-
ered with bruises from his fall, and
added to his misery, he imagined ev-
ery time the door opened he was go-
ing to be arrested. But no such thing
happened, and one afternoon when
Dr. John was gone and his mother
and Katherine were shopping down-
town, he crawled out of bed and made
his way softly from the house.
Uriah Devon had ventured back to
the Hoghole with his canal boat, so
when Reginald appeared aboard her
Devon met him with a growl.
“Where in h—1 you been all this
time, Rege?’ he demanded in a sinis-
_ ter tone.
Reggie shuddered, as he sank down
on the bench.
“I'm going crazy,”
“I've been awful sick.”
“You mean just drunk, don’t you?
Didn’t you try doin’ what I told you
he muttered.
| to?”
The boy nodded and shivered again.
“I sure did, but, but—"
“But what?’ cried Devon.
“I put the stuff in the medicine all
right, but something happened.” Reg-
inald’s voice was low and wavering
as he finished the statement.
“What happened?’ repeated Devon
hoarsely. “Don’t sit there like a d—d
fool and look as if you'd swallowed
a live eel.”
“I was going to slip back from the
window sill to the tree,” faltered
Reggie, “snd Tony’s ghost rose up be-
fore me and shoved me clean off the
ledge and down to the ground?”
Uriab’z eyes almost protruded from
his head. Then a slow smile ran
i around his lips.
“Rats!” he
“Rats, you fool!
things as ghosts.”
“Yes, there is, Devon,” insisted Reg-
ejaculated huskily.
There ain’t such
gle. in a areary monotone. “I've seen
one! I've seen Tony, I say, and many
a time she's come so close to my
eves 1 could have touched her if she
could have been touched. The fall
muce me sick, T've been in bed ever
since.”
“And your cousin's still alive, eh?”
Uriah's voice had a snarl in it.
“Still alive,” muttered Reggie.
“What you goin’ to dc¢ about it
now?" demanded Devon. “Try it
again? ;
"Brown shook his head.
“Wo. not vet, Rial” he muttered.
“Not just yet. I can’t”
“Yau got to get me a lot of money
some way,” Devon came in with,
“I've got to get out of this country,
or I'll be hooked to jail if those Syra-
cuse foiks find me. You'd Letter be
vetting howe and back to bed. Best
take a stiff swing, too, 1¢ settle your
nerves.”
He watched the tall thin boy walk
slowly away in deep meditation. Then
he laughed and went below to the
cabin.
Almost a week after Reggie's futile
attempt to poison his Cousin Paul,
Tony Devon was sitting in her room,
reading, when a servant appeared and
told her some one wanted to see her
downstairs. Her heart bounded with
delight, for she was sure Philip had
come again and had sent for her. She
rushed to the glass. caught a glimpse
of her rosy face, pushed back & few
stray curls and went downstairs to
the drawing room.
As she stepped inside, she came to
a sudden terrified halt. Her father
was seated in a large chair and his
eyes, red and swollen, were centered
upon her. Then he smiled, that wick-
ed smile that always widened his
"thick lips when he had succeeded in
some evil thing.
“Hello, Tony,” he chuckled. “You've
made a fine nest for yourself, huh?”
Tony only stared at him. She felt
suffocated by his sudden appearance.
“I came to talk to you, kid,” he
said, the wheedle coming into his
tones that always augured bad for
the person addressed. “Sit down.”
Tonnibel sat, not because he told
her to, but because she couldn’t stand
on her trembling legs.
(To be continued).
——A negro writing a friend,
wrote: “Yes, sir, my brother done
gone and died. He went to bed Tues-
Gay night. The fool left his window
open. In flew Wensday, and he died
Thursday.”
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