wealthy New Yerker. However, despondent. had been Edith Towne Frederick Towne. He plicity. He told them Edith's story. tive comfort by fllusioned, ance. cizes him. Unknown to him, Lucy is jealous of Towne, ested in Baldy That morning Baldwin Barnes, on He knew then that his passenger sophisticated delighted with Jane's sim- The next day Jane Evans, mentally depressed and dis. She asked him to bring He gives are in love with each other, She introduces him to Evans, who She is inter. CHAPTER Vi—Continued RD 1 On this same afternoon little Lucy Logan was writing to Delafield Simms. “It seems like a dream, lover, that you are to come for me in Feb- ruary, and that then we'll be mar- ried. And that all the rest of my life I am to belong to you. “Del, it isn’t because you are rich. Of course I shall adore the things you can do for me. I am not going to pretend that I shan’t. But if you were poor, I'd work for you-—live for you. Oh, Del, I do hope that you will believe it. in one of his letters that you had always been fickle, that there had been lots of girls, Eloise Harper before Edith. And I wanted to scream right out and say, ‘It isn't true. He hasn't ever really cared before this.” But of course I couldn't. But I broke a pencil point, and as for Mr. Towne, who is he to say such things about you? I haven't tak- en his letters for the last three years for nothing. There's always somebody—the last one was Mrs. Laramore, and now he has his eye on a little Jane Barnes, whose broth- er found Miss Towne'’s bag and the ring. She's rather a darling, but I hope she won't think he is in earnest. “And now, my dear and my dar- ling, good-night. 1 wonder how 1 dare call you that. But I am al- ways saying it to myself, and at night I ask God to keep you—safe.” CHAPTER VII Jane, in Baldy'’s absence, on Sunday with the Follettes, in the middle of the day. In the after- noon she and Evans went for a walk, and came home to tea in the library. Stretched in a long leather chair, Evans read to Jane and his moth- er “The Eve of St. Agnes.” At the moment, Mrs. Follette was weighing seriously the fact of Jane as a wife for Evans. She was pretty as well as cheerful. Had good man- ners. Of course, in the old days, Evans would, inevitably, have looked higher. There had been plenty of rich girls eager to attract him. He had had unlimited invita- tions. Women had, in fact, quite run after him. Florence Preston had rather made a fool of herself. And Florence's father had millions. But now—? Mrs. Follette knew how little Evans had at the moment to offer. She hated to admit it, but the truth was evident. Watching the two young people, she decided that should Evans care for Jane, would erect no barriers. As for Jane, marriage with Evans would be, in a way, a rise in the world. She would live at Castle Manor in- stead of at Sherwood Park. It was after five when Baldy tele- phoned triumphantly: “Jane, Edith Towne has agreed to go home to- night. And I'm to take her. I called up Mr. Towne and told him and he wants you to be there when we come. He'll send Briggs for you and we are all to have dinner to- gether.” “But, Baldy, 1 don't know Edith Towne, Why doesn’t he ask some of her own friends?” “She doesn’t want 'em. Hates them all, and anyhow he has asked you. Why worry?” “I'll have to go home and dress.” “Well, you're to let him know at once where Briggs can get you. I told him you were at the Follettes’." Jane went back and repeated the conversation to Evans and his moth- er. Mrs. Follette was much inter- ested. The Townes were most im- portant people. ‘How nice for you, Jane.” But Evans disagreed with her. “What makes you say that, Mother? Jt-isn't nice. It will simply be up- setting.” “1 don't see why you say that, Evans,” Jane argued. “lI am not easily upset.” “But with all that money. You can’t keep up with them." “Don’t put ideas into Jane's head,” his mother remonstrated; “a lady is always a lady.” dined But Jane sided now with Evans. “1 see what he means, Mrs. Fol- lette. 1 haven't the clothes. 1 haven't a thing to wear tonight.” “Oh, 1 wasn't thinking of your looks.” Evans got up and stood on the hearth-rug. “But people like that! Jane, I wish you wouldn't go.” She looked up at him with her chin tilted. “I don’t see how I can refuse.” “Of course she can't. Evans, don’t be so unreasonable,’”’ Mrs. Fol- lette interposed; *“‘it will be a won- derful thing for Jane to know Edith.” *“Will it be such a wonderful thing for her to know Frederick Towne?" He flung it at them. Jane demanded, “Don’t you want me to have any good times?" He stared at her for a moment, and when he spoke it was in a dif- Vd £1 cE rd ~ ir” “ey Fab rp pp - And he was just a ghost in a fog. I beg 4 ferent tone. ‘Yes, of course. your pardon, Janey.” Mrs. Follette, having effaced her- self for the moment from the con- versation, decided that things be- tween her son and little Jane Barnes might reach a climax at any mo- ment. “I believe he's half in love with her,” she told herself in some bewilderment, As for Frederick Towne, she didn’t consider him for a moment. Jane was a pretty child. But Fred- erick Towne could have his pick of women. There would be nothing se- rious in this friendship with Jane. Jane called up Towne. “It was good of you to ask me,” she said. “I am at the Follettes’, but I'll go home and dress and Briggs can come for me there.” “Come as you are.” “You wouldn't say that if you could see me. I took a walk with Evans this afternoon and I show the effects of it.” “Evans? Oh, Casabianca?” “What makes you call him that?" “I thought of it when I saw him waiting for you at the top of the terrace. ‘The boy stood on the burn- ing deck—'"" he laughed. “I don’t think that's funny at all,” said Jane, frankly. “Don’t you? Well, beg your par- don. I'll beg it again when I get you here. Briggs will reach Sher- wood at about seven. I would drive out myself, but I've an awful cold, and the doctor tells me I must stay in. And Cousin Annabel is sick in bed with a cold, so you must take pity on me and keep me company.” Jane hung up the receiver. It would, she decided, be an exciting adventure, But she was not sure that she liked Frederick Towne . . . Evans walked home with her. The air was warmer than it had been for days, and faint mists had risen. The mist thickened finally to a fog which rolled over them as if blown from the high seas. Yet the sea was miles away, and the fog was born in the rivers and streams, and in the melting snows. They found it somewhat difficult to keep to the road. They were al- most smothered in the thick gray masses. Their voices had a muffied sound. Evans’ hand was on Jane's arm so that they might keep to- gether, “Jane,” he said, “I made a fool of myself about Towne. But hon- estly—I was afraid--"' “Of what?" “That he might fall in love with you-—"" ‘““He’s not thinking of me, Evans, and besides he's too old-—"' “Do you really feel that about it, Jane?” “Of course—silly.” He could not see her face—but the words in her laughing lovely voice gave him a sense of reassurance. way have you like this always. away from the world." “But I don't want to away. I should feel-—-caged-—"' “Not if you cared.” ness of intense She moved by it. mean. But love won't come to me like that—shut in. 1 shall freedom, and sunshine. I'll gull over the sea—a feeling. never be a ghost in a fog.” His hand dropped from her arm. “Perhaps you'll be a princess in a castie. Towne can make you that.” “Why do you keep harping on Mr. Towne? I don't like it.” ‘““Because—oh, I think everybody wants you—'"' And now it was she who caught at his arm in the mist, and leaned on it. “I'm not the least in love with Frederick Towne. And I shall nev- er marry a man I don't love, Ev- ans.” they found old Sophy nodding in the kitchen. She Jane when was Evans said “Good-night” ed back. He found Jaldy So away. the path between the bled. had tripped him. go on. He had no wish to Frederick Towne. less adoration. his. her? “I'll be a gull over the sea—a ship in full sail—a gypsy on the road—never a ghost in a fog.” She would never be And he was just a ghost in a fog! Oh, what was the use of ever “climbing up the climbing wave''? One must have something of hope to live on. know. And all at once aware of a pale blur against the prevailing gloom. And then he heard Jane's voice calling, “Evans? Ev- ans?" He answered and she came up to him. “Your mother telephoned— that you kad not come home-—and she was worried.” She was holding the lantern up to the length of her arm. In her orange cloak she shone through the veil of mist, luminous. “My dear,” she said, “why are you sitting here?” “Because there isn’t any use in going on.” She lowered the lantern so that it shone on his face. What she saw there frightened her. “Are you feel- ing this way because of me?” she asked in a shaking voice. “Because of everything.” “Evans, I won't go to the Townes if you want me to stay.” He looked up at her as she bent above him with the lantern. She he was gently, seemed to shine within and with out, like some celestial visitor, “Would you stay, Jane, if 1 want ed it?" “Yes.” He stood up. “I don't want it. Not really. I'm not quite such a selfish pig,” his smile was ghastly. She was silent for a moment, then she said, ‘I'm going home with you, Evans. Wait until I tell Sophy to send Briggs after me.” He tried to protest, but she was firm. “I'll be back in a minute.” She returned presently, the lan- tern in one hand and her slipper bag in the other. *I put on heavier shoes. 1 should ruin my slippers.” As they trod the path together, the light of the lantern shone in round spots of gold, now in front of them, now behind them. The fog pressed close, but the path was clear, “Evans,” said Jane, “I want you " “Anything, love you." “It has nothing to do with love of me, but it has something to do with love of God.” He knew how hard it was for her to say that. Jane did not speak easily of such things. She went on with some hesitation, Her voice, muffled by the fog, had a muted note of music. ‘Evans, you mustn't let what 1 do make you or break you. Whether I love you or not, you must go on. me if you even if 1 except—not to enous in you, if you'll only believe it. Oh, you must believe it, Evans. And you mustn't make me feel responsible. I can’t stand it. To feel all the time that I am hurting—you.” She was sobbing. A herent. ““And you are captain of your soul, Evans. You. Not anyone else. I can't be. I can be a help, ar You know that, But—1 love you like a big brother— If anything should happen to you, it would be ist as it would be happened to inco- 1i44! aiue Baldy." “Janey, my dear, don't,” for she art would break. “But I do care for you so much, Evans. 1 was frantic when your mother telephoned. 1 wasn't quite dressed and I made Sophy get the lantern, and then 1 ran the path, looked for you He stopped and laid his hand on ( Her weakness, her sroken had roused in him a sudden protective tenderness “My little girl,” he said, “don’t. God helping me, I'm going to get back. And you are going to light my way. Jane, do you know when I saw you coming towards me with that dim lantern it seemed sym- bolic. Hope held out to me--seen through a fog, faintly. But a light, nevertheless.” “Oh, Evans, if I could love you, I would, you know that.” “Il know. You'd tie up the broken wings of every bird. You'd give crutches to the lame, and food to the hungry. And that's the way you feel about me.” He had let her go now, and they stood apart, shrouded in ghostly white. “God helping me,” he said again, “I'll get back. That's a promise, Janey, and here's my hand upon She gave him her hand. helping us both,"’ she said. He lifted her hand and kissed it. Then, in silence, they walked on, until they reached the house. (TO BE CONTINUED) aown 3 " and er shoulder. words “God Plates of iron or steel are, his- torically, the oldest of the industry's rolled products; commercially, one of the leading tonnage products, and functionally among the most widely used and more indispensable. 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