IMPOSSIBE~Continued, we | Get he broke out furlously—*If know me, how Is it you know me so well? When, suspecting the truth—but neves how hideous It was—I followed you back to New York yesterday ; when I tramped for hours the streets where I had met and loved and wooed yon and, as I thought, won your love; when at length I caught sight of Carnehan and dogged him from barto bar, without his knowledge, until finfilly he reeled into that infam- ous place, and I, suspecting he might have had you Imprisoned there, got a detail of police from the station round the corner; when we broke in, and I found you half demented with fear, and you saw me and came run- ning into my arms: when that hap- pened—Iif you were and are not Leo- nora—how did you know who I was, how came vou at sight to cry out my name, Mario? She begged his charity with clasped hands. “If you will only listen, I can ex- plain.” With a curt nod he consented, turned his back to the fire, folded his arms. His eyes held a sardonic gleam. “TI am listening.” She made impulsively to speak, but uttered never a sound. Her heart mis- gave her. The story she must tell, if she were to explain, was even more preposterous than that which he was refusing to credit. It would only earn his deener scorn. Her eyes turned blank, her face expressionless. “T am waiting,” he prompted, She looked away, and drooped, dis- couraged, despondent. “Forgive me,” she sald in a weak “After all, 1 hardly know how to explain, kind—believe not your wife, i, THE “Why.” you do not voice, me when I tell not Leonora” His eyebrows climbed. “Whe, then, am [ to be you are?” “My name is Priscilla Maine, Jee of that name.” " you lieve ” “1 know “No: we never met “Still, you are well enough acquaint ed with me to use my Christian name at first sight of me—without even the formality of an Introduction !™ “1 can't ex- Sut what I I am Priseil- no person She confessed sullenly: plain. It's have told you la Maine.” “And you, whom 1 have never met you tell me—vyou knew me that yon knew | had gone to New York, promising to return In time for dinner, leaving my wife alone with the you knew she had dis Pertmps you knew impossible, is true: so much about servants; appeared. pe her? Overlook the sarcasm, she de- clared : ; well “At last!” bow an ironie I ean believe I™ “You can yourself," suggested, “if you will get New on long distance, eall Murray Hill two for Mrs. Trow- he offered her “something 2 convince she threesix-one, and ask bridge.” “Well what then? night.” “You may listen while | her, Her replies will Priscilla Maine.” He shrugged. “But you know very well there is no telephone within ten miles of this camp.” In consternation she dropped back into her chair and sat trying to think. Would it do any good to tell him the history of her dreams? Could she herself be convinced against her will by such a story? The answer came from Mario, “It is useless,” he said wearily, “No: do not interrupt me. Say nothing THO PP mcnce “But I' must make you understand, I must!” “No, Leonora: 1 already understand too well, You do not love me; and since you have found it difficult to escape me, you invent this cock-and- bull yarn to spare my feelings. A mistaken kindpess, No . matter: you make your wish clear. I am to be fleve you think you are not my wife, So be it; I will believe that, but 1 can do so only at a price” “Tell me what you mean.” “If 1 nm to believe that you he fleve you are not Leonora, I must be- Heve that yon are mentally deranged.” He pondered gravely: “It Is possible terror and suffering have so worked upon you “Mario!” she pleaded—“you ean find out the truth if you'll take me to the nearest telephone—whether it's ten miles or fifty—-now, tonight, in your niotor car.” “It is too late. These good people ereabouts go early to their beds hall I disturb them for no purpose other than to humor a mad freak?” “Then let me go——" “Alone?” “I'm not afraid.” “But I am afraid for you. Remem- ber how 1 found you last night, in peril of your life. Shall I trust you again to run yoursélf into God knows what danger? You need not ask that of me, Leonora.” . “What am I to do?” she cried, wring- ing her hands. “Compose yourself. Go to your #% Copyright 1920 by the Author, room, rest quietly for tonight, In the morning, possibly, you will feel better, or possibly you will see how futile it is to try to deceive me: you will want, perhaps, to tell me the truth.” “I have told you nothing else!” “Then confess to the whole truth: You do not love me.” She was dumb, A gust of rage shook him violently. Standing over her with hot eyes In a blazing face he mised quivering arms as If tempted to strike her. “Confess I” “I can't,” she said sadly. The statement was like a slap to him, its sheer simplicity rendering it the more stupefying. He started, gaped, his arms fell, then rose to seize her shoulders, “What did you say?" he demanded, his voice brgaking. “You love me?” She nodded with swimming eyes and the quivering mouth’ of a child. He tried to draw her to him, but she held back, “No, Mario--please !* “But you have just admitted that you still love me!” She endured his gaze with an ador- able bravery. “I have always loved you—ever since Leonora loved you-—and as well.” “Then you still insist—-7* “I am not your wife, 1 have never seen you before tonight except ———" She stammered into silence. If It were humanly possible to render the situation more impossible than it was, she could achieve that by rounding out the phrase that had died on her lips: “except in- dreams.” “Except -F “Please don't ask me, I can’t tell you—not tonight. Tomorrow, perhaps Mario: please be kind to me now, let me go.” Hig hands fell away from her shoul “Perhaps you are right” he sald heavily, “If this goes on, T my self must mad I” “Then be pitiful to me, be still more kind, g0 " thick “You with are becoming suspicion. resentment at that Undeceive yourself: it cannot comprehend your motive | | | jut I forget, you are not yourself You have not yet recovered, you need more rest. Go to your room, please In the morning we will both be bet. ter able to continue this discussion or you may have forgotten it, please God!” She could not blame him, and yet. ¢ . “Do you mean this, Mario? Yop refuse to give me a chance to prove {0 FOU I “Absolutely.” “If not tonight, won't you promise to take me to New York tomorrow ” “You will stay here until you come to your senses. I have a right to know the truth—and 1 wHl have It out of you if It takes a year—or gn lifetime I” He turned his back. ward her door. “Good night,” she sald, no answer. She went on, Of a sudden, with a choking ery, he overtook and crushed her to him. “Oh. my dear one!” he cried in agony ~*“to think what you have suffered to bring you to this pass!” She was able to withhold response, to rest passive In his hold, “You love me?” She made no answer, With a hand beneath her chin, he lifted her face to his, but her look discountenanced him, he hesitated, “Please, Mario, not my lips—not again tonight--not till we understand each other better.” He let her go. 8he found herself on the threshold of the bedchamber, She looked back. To see him standing where she had left him, his arms @ Is useless, | She moved to He made slack, bis head fallen forward, chin to chest, crushed by his vast discon- solation--that wrung her heart. But what must be, must , , , . wo HI. THE CAPTIVE, The key was on her side of the door: she was none the less a prisoner. She knew, even as the door closed behind her, what she must do, and when. Her mind was made up to make good her escape before morning. The mere suggestion was appalling. She ddred net dwell long upon the difficulties it presented lest resolu- tion weaken. To her own knowledge of her whereabouis, she was lost com- pletely—going on Mario's information ten miles from nowhere, But there was a road; a road must lead some- where. She was young and strong enough to walk ten miles if she must, farther at a pinch, And the occasion wn extreme: she dared not let her- self be deterred by any obstacle or any danger, real or fanciful, She was too desperately in love . , She could hear Mario in the living room, pacing to and fro; she could picture to herself the man in the tor ment of his solicitude for her, fretted by mystification and the feeling frustration. “She Imagined that pulses throbbed in time with those un tation to go out te him and comfort him was all but stronger instinct for self-preservation: What did it matter whether Priscilla Maine survived or perished, so that he were not made unhappy? After all, what did she care wheth er he loved her by this name or by that, so that he loved her? WHR no more, had knowledge Leonora confession confirmed death No harm would be done to any living of her would not be wronged: for the dead could have loved him no better t the living did Bnd would, and all would gladness his sufferings he assuaged become abyss that yawned for her, she was constraingd by sheer might of will to put away thoughts such ns these She had to nodded aside from that which the which In tam on the living room again With infinite stealth she closed ed that door Two of the windows looked ont the bungalow, the Al were fitted with sire 5% But the wood had swollen since their installation: she could mot budge any of them when she thought &f cutting the out of the frame, found better suited to her needs than a pair of cury TnIcUre SCiusors, Her only way out, the living room. Abd Maric was there. She would have to be patient If he felt as little disposed for bed us she, after her day-long sleep, she wonld have long to wait, She ransneked Leonora’s wardrobe without finding any cloth ing more suitable for her flight than the dress she had on. Apparently Lso. nora hail found time to do but little shopping for herself. She had not needed many things to wenr, so far from civilization. Presumably she had meant to walt till thelr return to town . . . - : In the end Priscilla selected a long motoring coat of darkish stuff, rather heavy, hut not too heavy for night in the hills. She found it not uncom. fortable, indeed, when she sat down to wait besfde one of the windows. She had extinguished the eandles which seemed to Be the only menos of Mumination the bungalow boasted, The room wag black, blacker far than the night that glimmered beyond the seréens, A few stars were visible, not many, only enonugh-—as the phrase rung ~-t0 make the darkness visible. In the beginning Prisellls ponld distin. guish nothing but the stars. After some time she was able to make out the profile of the surrounding Brest, dense against the sky. It was hours before she could see more . . 8he sat quite still, in the lassitude of melancholy, lonely in the company of her thoughts, Once Marlo eame to the door and tapped” softly, calling on Leonora by her name. » : Priscilla made no sound. He was soon discouraged, and did not repeat the overfure, Shortly after one o'clock Mario went to his room, and for several minutes candlelight shone at the bottom of the communicating door like the minted “im of a golden coin. When It went out she heard him close the door to the living-room. Whether he had re she no tool crouched, Vstening, first at one door, then at the other, till her limbs were cramped, she heard no more sounds beyond elther, ; The night grew bitterly cold, Discomfort as much as lmpatience at length overruled timidity and eau- tion. Waurlly opening the living-room door, she found Mario seated in 8 chair, facing her, IV. FLIGHT. He had placed the chair within a yard of the door. His feet, as he rat with legs extended, ankles crossed, were almost on the threshold, She could hardly pass without stepping ov- er them, He made no offgr to move. Indeed, he did not stir a finger. His hands were clasped before him, his head rested on the high back of the chair, his face was masked in deep shadow, the deeper for the fire di rectiy i across the room, behind him, whose dying glow furnished the only Hght It was a long “minute befote bis measured breathing revived her cour. age, She sidled out nolselessly in her stockinged feet, watching him sus. piciously. But the sleep that follows an emotional erisis, siways profound, annulled the precautions he had tak- en to prevent precisely what was hap- pening. At the snr ——————— A A——————————— edge of the veranda she de enough to take her slippers of the motoring them on Then she the soft turf and | sped swiftly round the bungalow to the | the und from pockets pul down to #8 she niready | the side Its doors were open for a of the view by ‘®t bedehamber, Cald moon! garage wns window Leonora slanting in, picked out the blind ar aml the bright work of bon- windshield of the « « With a thumping heart she slipped sent nnd groped for # and ignition controls of The luck the fighting the dash her soemed to he with BOW switchboard had not hoon locked Her foot depressed the starting dram of the motor reverberatoed Simuitaneconsly meshing the first Priscilla let the The and speed, startled animal i 1 out of the Sle ag ht the bungalow led the shift the gears ani the ground Nevertheless, gnrage heard, heard, a from | , and In her haste ond speed, so srreeched the oar | moved down to the road at a swifter, shot tO sav In gener of passing she saw, out of the ber eye, Mario run out onto nds then dash patse oar gecelorator madly She bore heavily on the third ah instant later road on more Angry shouts the and made enough rounding into the not two in ied i ver ¥ th overtake her To a moderate store of amateurish dozen breath-taking escapes, The twisted and turned in a way to test the ability of a skilled hand at two hundred svards. The grade grew by degrees less dangerous, however, the round less serpentine. there were presently stretches of almost level run. ning. : After a time the road forked, and perhaps two miles farther on it forked again, Being utterly ignorant of the | tay of the and, but guessing that the valley was on ner right, Priscilla in | both instances took the right-hand track, Well bevond the second fork the ear dropped swiftly down a short | but steep declivity, and, before she | could sé¢ her danger and apply the brakes, plunged into mud above the | rims, Laboring heavily, it stopped dead After a few convulsive heaves the engine sighed and stalled, (TO BE CONTINUED) The Calm Level, I have seen the sea lashed into fury and tossed into spray, and its grand. eur moves the soul of the dullest man: but remember it Is not the billows, but the calm level of the sea, from which all heights and depths are measured. When the storm has passed, and the hour of calm =ettles on the ocean, when the sunlight bathes its ® 00th surface, then the astronomer and the surveyor take the level from which to measure terrestrial heights and depths: When the emotion of the hour has subsided, we shall find that ealm level of public opinion below the gtorm, from which the thoughts of a mighty le are to® be measured, and by which their final action will be determined — James A. Garfield, Matter of Principle. A good many widows get married just to show that they cap, and net because of any particular liking for what they get. Turns Out That Way, “How's the new play getting along? “Oh, there's the devil to pay about AIL The Kitchen: Cabinet 71™ LH EEE ETHEL EEE ELE EERE ( 1921, Western Newspaper Union.) Hunan = « Half the world is on the wrong scent in pursuit of happiness. They think it consist In having and getting and in being served by others. It consists in giving and in serving others. Henry Drummond. FOODS FOR THE CHILDREN. For desserts pgrapenuts used in place of nuts or even in salads makes a desirable sub- stitute that will not hurt children, Our best au thorities upon di- etaries for chil dren tell us that cereals should never be sugared, They furnish the sugar need and are more wholesome, The seeds of the figs, the woody fiber of the date and keep the bowels active. A child is well nourished with good dried or fresh, will pot so often crave candy. : and milk with a little sugar to sweeten served with cream and sugar, cubes of jelly for a garnish, with half the pudding. Cocon made entirely of milk will fused, aprve with cream. Plain sponge cake unfrosted. toast with a white sauce made of the more the food value is in Graham crackers buttered ns sandwiches, dotted with and put Graham marshmaliows Desserts suitable for growing pastry of any or puddings. cooked, with with fruit, water ices and other never include or rich fresh cakes and tapioca cresm, ~ombinations are pe sible, the 4 disagree: each child should be #8 a- specinl problem watched from day to day. which retards growth cake custards, dishes, ice gimple Sometimes foods most wholesome of leaves nu iife “The one who wins is the ons who Works Who neither labor nor trouble shirks; Who uses Mis bands. bead, his eves: one who tries” his The wins i= the one who SEASONABLE GOOD THINGS. he following are a few wholesome 1) by the Baked Ham Cider Boi} ham until nearly tender, remove and take off the skin, cover with a thick layer HOR OF AB pasie water; stick n few Place the ham in a roaster or dripping pan with pint "Place in the . int IL of of flour Wh in cloves, nud one of with the cider in the cider sauce. The bone turnips for a boiled dinner. leftover bits of fat should be fried out and used Any to fry potatoes, Ham Pie Doll, mash, season and over the ham and one-half of a clove of garlic finely minced. Cover with another layer of potato. Smooth the top and mark off in squares with a sliver fork. Dot with bits of butter and bake in a good hot oven until brown. Pigeon Cutlets—Cut pigeons in halves, through the breast and the back ; let simmer until tender ; press un. der a weight, first removing any bones which disturb the shape; retain the leg bone. When cold, egg and eramb and cook in hot fat. Serve with bolled onions, earrots or canned peas. Make a brown sauce of the broth, adding to it currant jelly. may be cooked with the pigeons, im. proving the flavor, Onion Sandwich.~Lay thin slices of southern onion in cold water to crisp, then wipe dry and cover with a high. Iy seasoned salad dressing, let stand ten minutes and place between slices of buttered bread. Serve at ohoe. 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