CHAPTER VIII—Continued a “Nothing is too good for you, Jane. I can’t say it as I want to say it, but you'll never know what you seemed to me on Sunday as you came through the mist.” Evans’ voice shook a little, but he recovered himself in a moment. “Here come the Townes.” He rose as Edith entered with young Bald- win. After that Evans fcllowed Baldy's lead as a dispenser of hospitality. The two of them passed cups, passed thin bread and butter, passed little cakes, passed lemon and cream and sugar, flung conversational balls as light as feathers into the air, were, as Baldy would have expressed it, “‘the life of the party.” “Something must have gone to Casabianca’s head," Frederick Towne remarked to Jane. ‘‘Have you ever seen him like this?” “Years ago. He was tre: ly attractive.” “Do you find him attractive now?" with a touch of annoyance. “I find him—wonderful’’—her tone was defiant—‘‘and I've known him all my life. “If you had known me all your life would you call me wonderful?’ She looked at him from behind her battlements of silver. ‘How do 1 know? People have to prove them- selves.’ Dr. Hallam had driven Mrs. Fol- lette over. He rarely did social stunts, but he liked Jane. And he had been interested enough in Ev- ans to want to glimpse him in his new role. Strolling up to the tea-table, he was aware at once of a situation which might make for comedy, or indeed for tragedy. It was evident that Towne was much attracted to little Jane Barnes. If Jane recipro- cated, what of young Follette? “l saw Mrs. Laramore yester- day,” he said, abruptly, “lovely as ever—"' “Yes, of course.” Towne wished that Hallam wouldn't talk about Ad- elaide., He wished that all of the others would go away and leave him alone with Jane. “Mrs. Larar expectedly, “nn lady of Shall 1d But I do. 1 have re such a beau doesn’t seem real. a } ng hit he nendous- said Jane un- ¢ think of the 't know why re,” — < 1aKes tiful we that if anythi like chin They at her, said, ‘‘Adelaide will never She'll melt. She's soft as wax. Then pigeonholing Mrs. Laramore for more vital matters “Uncle Fred, 1 am going out to Baldy's studio; he's painting Jane.” Frederick was at once interested. ‘““Her portrait?” “No. A sketch for a magazine competition,”” Baldy explained. “May 1 see it?" Baldy, yearning for solitude and Edith, gave reluctant consent. “Come on, everybody.” So everybody, including Dr. lam and Mrs. Follette, way to the garage. Edith and young Baldwin first. ‘And this is where you work,” she said, softly. “Yes. Look here, will you sit here so that I can feast my eyes on you? I've dreamed of you in that chair— in classic costume. Do you know that you were made for a goddess?"’ “1 know that you are a romantic boy. hd “How old are you?” she asked him. “Twenty-five.” “l don’t believe it. I'm twenty- wo, and I feel a thousand years older than you." “You will always be—ageless.” She laughed. “How old is Jane?” “Twenty. Yet people take us for twins.” “She doesn’t look do you.” The others came in and Edith went back to her thoughts. He wasn’t too young. She was glad of that . The sketch of Jane was on an eas- el. There she stood, a slender figure in her lilac frock—bobbed black hair, lighted-up eyes--the lifted bas- ket with its burden of gold and pur- ple and green! Towne stood back and looked at it. Jane at his side said, “That's some of the fruit you sent.” “Really?” Frederick had no eyes for anything but Jane, in her lilac frock. Jove, but the boy had caught the spirit of her! He turned to Baldy. “It is most unusual. And I want it.” ‘Sorry,’ said Baldy, crisply. am sending it off tomorrow.” “How much is the prize?” Ye thousand dollars.” ghed break. as Hal- made their arrived it and neither “yl I will write a check for that ount if you will let me have this." *“1 am afraid I can’t, Mr. Towne.” “Why not?” “Well, I feel this way about it. It isn't worth two thousand dollars. But if I win the prize it may be worth that to the magazine—the ad- vertising and all that.” “Isn't that splitting hairs?” “Perhaps, but it’s the way I feel.” “But if you don't win the prize you won't have anything.” “No." “And you'll be out two thousand dollars.” The lion in the Zoo was snarling. And above him, breathing an up- per air, was this young eagle. “I'll be glad to give the sketch to you if it comes back,” said Baldy, coolly, “but I rather think it will stick.” It was, in a way, a dreadful mo- ment for Towne. There was young Baldwin sitting on the edge of the table, swinging a leg, debonair, de- fiant. And Edith laughing in her sleeve. Frederick knew that she was laughing. He was as red as a turkey cock. It was Jane who saved him from apoplexy. She was really inordi- nately proud of Baldy, but she knew the dangers of his mood. And she had her duties as hostess. “Baldy wants to see himself on the news stands,” she said, sooth- ingly; ‘don't deprive him of that pleasure, Mr. Towne." “Nothing of the kind, Jane,” claimed her brother. “Baldy, I won't quarrel with you before people. We must reserve that pleasure until we are alone.” “I'm not quarrelling."” Jane held up a protesting hand. “Oh, let's run away from him, Mr. ex- pe She saw him presently stand- ing beside Baldy on the station platform. When he begins like that, | Towne. | Aig | there's no end to house, and Evans, looking them, said vindictively to Hallam, “Old Midas got his that time.” Dr. Hallam chuckled. “You don’t hate him, do you? Evans, don't let him have Jane. He isn't worth it.” “Neither am 1,” said Evans. her happy.” Back once more in the bright little living-room, Towne said to Jane, “May 1 have another cup of te a?” “It's cold.” “] don't care. pour it with your lovely hands She spread her hands out on the shining mahogany of the tea-table. “Are they lovely? Nobody ever told me." His hand went over hers. loveliest in the world.” She sat there in a moment's breathless silence. Then she drew her hands away. Touched a little bell. “I'll have Sophy bring us some hot water." Sophy came and went. Jane poured hot tea with flushed cheeks. He took the cup when she handed it to him. “Dear child, you're not offended?” “I'm not a child, Mr. Towne.’ Her lashes were lowered, her cheeks flushed. He put his cup down and leaned towards her. ‘You are more than a child to me—a beloved woman. Jane, you needn't be afraid of me . . . I want you for my wife!” Her astonished eyes met his. “But we haven't known each other a week." “1 couldn't love you more if 1 had known you a thousand years." “Mr. Towne--please.,”” He was very close to her, “Kiss me, Jane.” She held her slender figure away from him. “You must not.” “I must.” “No, really . . . Please,” she was breathing quickly. “Please.” She was on her feet, the tea-table between them. He saw his mistake. “Forgive me." Her candid eyes met his. ‘Mr. Towne, would you have acted like this . . . with Edith's friends?"’ Edith's friends! The child's inno- cence! Adelaide's kisses went for a song. Eloise frankly offered hers. Edith was saved by only some in- ner grace, I like to see you 0 “The “Jane, they are not worth your little finger. 1 put you above all. On a pedestal. Honestly. And I want you to marry me." “But I don't love you.” “I'll make you. I have everything to give you.’ Had he? What of Robin Hood and Galahad? What of youth and youth's audacity, high resolves, flaming dreams? She felt something consciously. But she would not have been a feminine creature had she not felt the flattery of his pursuit, “Jane, I'll make life a fairy tale We'll travel everywhere. Sail strange seas. Wouldn't you love it -all those countries you have never seen—and just the two of us? And all the places you have read about? And when we come home I'll build you a house—wherever you with a great garden He was eloquent, and the things he promised were woven into the woof of all her girlish imaginings. “1 ought not to listen,” she said, tremulously. But he knew that she had listened. He was wi enough to leave it— there, He rose as he heard the others coming back. “Will you ride with me tomorrow afternoon? Don’t be afraid of me. I'll promise to be good." ugorry. I with Evans.’ “Can't you m ent?" “I don’t break engag cock of her he of this sub- say se m to have tea in town ’ break the engage- CHAPTER IX “Janey—!" “Yes, Baldy.” Jane sat i dreams still in her eyes bee en te in get to She had There “Of course.’ “Hold on to It takes i “You r “I'll be all ite ’ is 4 me “But ready morning. I'l : } bring it down from the attic. sleep on the train tomorrow. The next morning Baldy bring his car around, and you i ana went to at her. "" | Jane's chair, looking down “You'll write to me, Jane? “Oh, of course.” He shifted his hand from the chair back to her shoulder. “Dear little girl, if my blundering prayers will help you any-—you'il have them.” She turned in her chair and looked at him. She could not speak. {| Their eyes met, and once more Jane had that athens sense of flutter. ing wings within her that lifted to the sun. Then Baldy was back, and bags were ready, and there just that last hand-clasp. bless you, Jane " Frederick Towne was at the train. He had been dismayed at the news of Jane's departure. '‘Do you mean that you are going to stay indefinite- ly?" he had asked over the wire. “l1 shall stay as long as Judy needs me." Frederick had flowers for her, the was “God books and a big box of sweets. Peo- ple in the Pullman stared at Jane in the midst of all her magnificence. They stared too, at Towne, and at Briggs, who rushed in at the last moment with more books from Brentano. Edith and Baldy platform. Edith were on the had come down with Towne. So Frederick, alone with Jane, said, “I want you to think of the things we talked about yes- terday--"' “Please, afraid-—"' “Of me? You mu **Not of you- Life.” He “1s ti you? you not now, Oh, I'm wt be.” took her hand and held it. ere anything else I can do for Everything I have is—yours, know--if you want it.” He had to leave her final close clasp of the saw him presently i Baldy on the station platform- the center of the eyes of everybody-— the great Frederick Towne! As the city slipped leaned her head against cush- ions and looked out at the fly fields—it seemed a stupendous thing that a man like Towne should have laid his fortune at her feet. Yet she had no sense of exhilaration. She liked the things he had to offer —yearned for them--but she did want him at her side In her sorrow to the boy who words, “If n elp YOU- —— ind tears she arrival of Wi hen she stan and she the away ing not Ts her heart turned She fo had shed the telegram. “And now that with a gallar her, apartment was fur- and bore the stamp of Judy's te. A friend had taken the children out to ride, so the rooms were very quiet Jane went through them. Judy in bed was white and thin and Jane wanted to weep over her, but she didn’t. “You blessed oid 1,” she said, "you're going to get well right away. “The doctor ti simply The i nished as s I may have to have an operatior That's why 1 felt 1 must wire you." Judy was anxious. “1 couldn’t leave the ba- bies with strangers. And it was so important that Bob should be at his work.” “Of course,” said think anything would stay away?" Judy gave a quick sigh of relief. How heavenly to have Janey! And what a dear she was with her air of conquering the world. Jane had always been like that—with that con- quering air. look at her, {TO BE CONTINUED) nal f Jane; *'do you have made me Nature is wise. She provided that where the mortality in a species is high, the species is prolific. Such a prolific species is the field mouse. In a single year one female mouse may have 17 litters of young, averag- ing 5 to the litter. Thus in one year a female mouse may multiply her- self 85 times. More than that, as- serts a writer in the Missouri Farm- er, each of her female offspring be- gins to reproduce at about one month of age, and it is estimated that if every descendant of a single female mouse lived there could result the unbelievable total of more than a ‘million mice in a year's time. It is also claimed that each mouse uses 23 pounds of green feed in one year to support it, and that if there was an average of 10 field mice per acre on the farms of the United States the loss on our 65,000,000 acres of hay fields would amount to more than 3,000,000 tons per year, If al lowed to propagate unmolested, sci- entists estimate that rodents would run man off the face of the earth in seven years. What keeps mice down? Many enemies are at work, enemies like cats, weasels, disease germs, etc., but one of the most im- rtant of its enemies is the hawk. awks have been called nature's policemen, and it is believed that possible. many young fruit trees. farmers as the little sparrow hawk, may be seen atop a nearby tree see. Nearly all hawks may kill an catch chickens. A few, a very few as there are bad actors among men, than counterbalances their bad traits and farmers should think twice before shooting them down as outlaws. African Cobra Venom Deadly Two grams of the neurotoxin from the venom of the African cobra will kill 1,000,000 mice. WHO’S NEWS THIS WEEK By LEMUEL F. PARTON decades, made 5,000 paintings and drawings and never made a cent out of them. , . . Now, three big ‘ » , Ali Vanity’ Cries galleries give Painter as Gold, exhibitions of . his work. One Garlands Arrive gallery is re- ported to have sold $150,000 worth of his pai inti tings. All his ca are in demand at high prices. nvases But Mr. Eilshemius, an irasci- ble little man with a ragged beard and a testy way of speak- ing, is bedridden in his gloomy, gaslit old house in East Fifty- seventh street, and he asks, “What's the good of the whole damn thing?” He's 75 years old. He warned the world many times that it was going hellfor- leather down the skids, and now he thinks it’s on the last stretch of the greased chute, and noth- ing else matters—not even mon- ey and fame, The | late Ralph skelock Bl: lost his 43 Bul as a chipmunk But he won't even look out of his narrow bedroom window, He wanis no outlook on a world turning itself into a madhouse. Pictures on the floor, covered with dust and cobwebs, may be worth a fortune, pictures of moods, dreams and memories, but that doesn’t interest him. He had renounced the “pomps and vanities of this wicked world” long before it beat a path to his door. Bests Blakelock In Diversity of Achievements he far Here are a few at was a student ornell he discovered a new spe- ichneus fly. Later he an- new law governing the of trees.” ewhat more than 50 novels, novelettes, The verse, By- When he university, cies of nounced a “ramifi He wrote som volumes of plays, essays and verse. ronic in tone, was written in Eng- lish, French, German, Italian and Spanish. He published them him- self and, like his pictures, they gath- ered only cobwebs and dust. He inveffted a new kind of “mag- fe” indelible ink and several studio devices for artists. He explored various diseases and offered methods of therapy. He was born in Laurel Hill, N. J., near Newark, the son of a wealthy glove manufacturer. He attended Cornell two years and was a rooms- mate of Robert W. Chambers in Paris when they were studying art under Bougereau. 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