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CHAPTER XI—Continued
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“I know,” said Jane thoughtfully.
“Bob, do they think that if that
specialist comes it will save Judy's
life?”
“It might.
Janey."
Janey hugged her knees.
you borrow the money?"
“I have borrowed up to the limit
of my securities, and how can 1
ever pay?"
Her voice was grim. “We will
manage to pay; the thing now is to
save Judy.”
“Yes,” he tried, pitifully, to meet
her courage. “If they'll get the
specialist, we'll pay.”
She had risen. “I'll call up Mr.
Towne, and tell him I can’t dine
with him."
“But, Janey, there’s no reason
why you shouldn't keep your en-
gagement.”
She had turned on him with a
touch of indignation. “Do you think
I could have one happy moment
with my mind on Judy?”
Bob had looked at her, and then
looked away. ‘‘Have you thought
that you might get the money from
Towne?”
Her startled gaze had questioned
him. “Get money from Mr.
Towne?”
“Yes. Oh, why not, Janey? He'll
do anything for you.”
“But how could I pay him?”
There had been dead silence, then
Bob said, ‘“Well, he's in love with
you, isn't he?”
“You mean that I can—marry
him?”
“Yes. Why not? Judy says he's
crazy about you. And, Jane, it's
foolish to throw away such a chance.
Not every girl has it.”
“But, Bob, I'm not—in love with
him."
“You'll learn to care—He's a de-
lightful chap, I'd say.” Bob was
eager. ‘Now look here, Janey, I'm
talking to you like a Dutch uncle.
It isn't as if 1 were advising you
to do it for our sakes. It is for
your own sake, too. Why, it would
be great, old girl. Never another
worry. Somebody always to look
after you.”
The wind outside was singing a
wild song, a roaring, cynical song,
it seemed to Jane. She wanted to
say to Bob, “But I've always been
happy in my little house with Baldy
and Philomel, and the chickens and
the cats.” But of course Bob could
say, “You're not happy now, and
anyhow what are you going to do
about Judy?”
Judy!
She had spoken at last with an ef-
fort. “I'll tell him to come over
after dinner. We can ride for a
bit.”
“Why not stay here? I'll be at the
hospital. And the storm is pretty
bad.”
She had looked out of the window.
““There’'s no snow. Just the wind.
And 1 feel—stifled.”
It was then that she had called up
Towne. *‘I can't dine with you. . .
Judy is desperately ill . . .”
The houseworker had prepared a
delicious dinner, but Jane ate noth-
ing. Bob's appetite, on the other
hand, was good. He apologized for
it. “lI went without lunch, I was
so worried.”
The bell rang. Jane, going to the
door, found herself shaking with ex-
citement.
Frederick came in and took both
of her hands in his. “I'm terribly
sorry about the sister. Is there any-
thing I can do?”
She shook her head. She could
hardly speak. ‘I thought if you
wouldn't mind, we'd go for a ride.
And we can talk.”
“Good. Get your wraps.” He re-
leased her hands, and she went into
the other room. As she looked into
the mirror she saw that her cheeks
were crimson.
She brought out her coat and he
held it for her. ‘Is this warm
enough? You ought to have a fur
coat.”
“Oh, I shall be warm,” she said.
As he preceded her down the
stairs, Towne turned and looked up
at her. “You are wearing my rose,’
he told her, ardently; ‘‘you are like
a rose yourself.”
She would not have been a woman
if she had not liked his admira-
tion. And he was strong and ador-
ing and distinguished. She had a
sense of almost happy excitement
as he lifted her into the car.
“Where shall we drive?’’ he asked.
“Along the lake. I love it on a
night like this."
The moon was sailing high in a
rack of clouds. As they came to the
lake the waves writhed like mad
sea-monsters in gold and white and
black.
“Jane,” Frederick asked softly,
‘what made you wear—my rose?’’
She sat very still beside him. “Mr,
Towne,” she said at last, “tell me
how much—you love me.”
He gave a start of surprise. Then
he turned towards her and took her
hand in his. ‘Let me tell you this!
there never was a dearer woman,
Everything that I have, all that I
am, is yours if you will have it.”
It—it’s the last chance,
“Can't
There was a fine dignity in his
avowal, She liked him more than
ever.
“Do you love me enough''—she
hurried over the words, ‘‘to help
me?"
“Yes.” He drew her gently to-
wards him. There was no struggle.
She lay quietly against his arm, but
he was aware that she trembled.
“Mr. Towne, Judy must have a
great specialist right away. It's her
only chance. If you will send for
him tonight, make yourself respon-
sible for—everything—I'll marry you
whenever you say."
He stared down at her, unbeliev-
ing. “Do you mean it, Jane?"
“Yes. Oh, do you think I am
dreadful?”
He laughed exultantly, caught her
up to him. “Dreadful? You're the
dearest—ever, Jane.”
Yet as he felt her fluttering heart,
he released her gently. Her eyes
were full of tears. He touched her
wet cheek. “Don’t let me frighten
you, my dear. But I am very hap-
py."
She believed herself happy.
was really—irresistible.
He
A conguer-
“She and Baldy are mad about
each other.”
or. Yet always with that touch of
deference.
“Do you love me, Jane?”
“Not—yet."
“But you will.
me."
Then just before they reached
home he asked for the rose. She
gave it to him, all fading fragrance.
He touched it to her lips then
crushed it against his own.
“Must I be content with this?"
Her quick breath told her agita-
tion. He drew her to him, gently,
“Come, my sweet."
I'll make you love
Oh, money, money. Jane learned
that night the power of it!
Coming in with Frederick from
that wild moonlighted world, flushed
with excitement, hardly knowing
this new Jane, she saw Bob trans-
formed in a moment from haggard
hopelessness to wild elation.
Frederick Towne had made a sim-
ple statement. “Jane has told me
how serious things are, Hemming. I
want to help.” Then he had asked
for the surgeon’s name; spoken at
once of a change of rooms for Judy;
increased attendance. There was
much telephoning and telegraphing.
An atmosphere of efficiency. Jane,
looking on, was filled with admira-
tion. How well he did things. And
some day he would be her husband!
CHAPTER XII
It was two days after Jane prom-
ised to marry Frederick Towne that
Evans bought a Valentine for her,
The shops were full of valentines
—many of them of paper lace-the
fragile old-fashioned things that had
become a new fashion. They had
forget-me-nots on them and hearts
with golden arrows, and fat pink
cupids.
Evans found it hard to choose.
He stood before them, smiling. And
he could see Jane smile as she read
the enchanting verse of the one he
finally selected:
“Roses red, my dear,
And violets blue
Honey's sweet, my dear,
And so are you."
As he walked up F Street to his
office, his heart was light. It was
one of the lovely days that hint of
spring. Old Washingtonians know
that such weather does not last
that March winds must blow, and
storms must come, But they grasp
the joy of the moment—masquerade
in carnival spirit—buy flowers from
the men at the street corners
sweep into their favorite confection.
er's to order cool drinks, the wom-
en seek their milliner's and come
forth bonneted in spring beauty—the
men drive to the links—and look
things over,
And clients came. Not many, but
enough to point the way to success.
He had sold more of the old books.
His mother's milk farm was becom-
ing a fashionable fad.
Edith Towne had helped to bring
Mrs. Follette's wares before her
friends. At all hours of the day
they drove out, Edith with them. *'It
is such an adorable place,” she told
Evans, “and your — mother! Isn't
she absolutely herself? Selling milk
with that empress air of hers. I
simply love her.”
Edith had planned to have dinner
with them tonight. Evans f)jok an
early train to Sherwood. When he
reached home Edith and his mother
were on the porch and the Towne
car stood before the gate.
“I've got to go back,” Edith ex-
plained. ‘Uncle Fred came in from
Chicago an hour or two ago and
telephoned that he must see me."
“Baldy will be broken-hearted,”
Evans told her, smiling.
“I couldn't get him up. 1 tried,
but they said he had left the office.
I thought I'd bring him out with
me." She kissed Mrs. Follette. “I'll
come again soon, dear lady. And
you must tell me when you are tired
of me.”
Evans went to the car with her,
and came back to find his mother in
an exalted mood. ‘Now if you could
marry a girl like Edith Towne.”
“Edith,” he laughed lightly.
“Mother, are you blind? She and
Baldy are mad about each other.”
“Of course she isn't serious. A
boy like that.”
“Isn't she? I'll say she is.” Evans
went charging up the stairs to dress
for dinner. ‘I'll be down presently.”
“Baldy may be late; we won't
wait for him,” his mother called
after him,
The dining-room at Castle Manor
had a bare waxed floor, an old
drop-leaf table of dark mahogany,
deer's antlers over the mantel, and
some candles in sconces.
Old Mary did her best to follow
the rather formal service on which
Mrs. Follette insisted. The food was
was always a soup and a salad.
It was not until they reached the
salad course that they heard the
sound of Baldy's car. He burst in
at the front door, as if he battered
it down, stormed through the hall,
and entered the dining-room like a
whirlwind.
“Jane's going to be married,” he
cried, ‘and she's going to marry
Frederick Towne!"
Evans half-rose from his chair.
Everything turned black and he sat
down. There was a loud roaring in
his ears. It was like taking ether—
with the darkness and the roaring.
When things cleared he found that
neither his mother nor Baldy had no-
ticed his agitation. His mother was
asking quick questions. “Who told
you? Does Edith know?"
Baldy threw himself in a chair.
“Mr. Towne got back from Chicago
this afternoon. Called me up and
once to his office. I went, and he
gave me a letter from Jane.
he thought it was better for him to
bring it, and then he could explain.”
He threw the note across the ta-
ble to Mrs. Follette. “Will you
read it? I'm all in. Drove like the
dickens coming out. Towne wanted
me to go home with him to dinner.
Wanted to begin the brother-in-law
business right away before 1 got
my breath. But I left. Oh, the
darned peacock!’ Jane would have
known Baldy's mood. The tempest-
gray eyes, the chalk-white face.
“But don't you like it, Baldy?"
“Like it? Oh, read that note. Does
it sound like Jane?"
It did not sound in the least like
Jane.
Baldy knew.
“Baldy, dear.
you all about it. I am going to mar-
ry him as soon as Judy is better.
I know you will be surprised, but
Mr. Towne is just wonderful, and it
will be such a good thing for all of
us. Mr. Towne will tell you how
dreadfully ill Judy is. He wants to
do everything for her, and that will
be such a help to Bob,
“And so we will live happy ever
after. Oh, you blessed boy, you
know how I love you. Send a wire,
and say that it is all right. Tell
Evans and Mrs. Follette. They are
my dearest friends and will always
be.”
She signed herself:
“Loving you more than ever,
“Jane.”
Mrs. Follette looked up from the
letter, took off her reading glasses,
and said complacently, ‘I think it is
very nice for her." The dear lady
quite basked in the thought of her
intimate friendship with the fiancee
of Frederick Towne.
But the two men did not bask.
“Nice, for Jane?" they threw the
sentences at her,
“Oh, can't you see why she has
done it?" Baldy demanded.
caught up the note, pointing an ac-
cusing finger as he read certain
phrases. “It will be such a good
thing for all of us . . . he wants to
do everything for her . . . it will be
such a help to Bob , , ."
“Doesn't that show,”
Baldy de-
cause Judy and Bob are hard up
and Towne can help—I know Jane."
“1 don't see why you should ob-
ject,” Mrs. Follette was saying; “it
will be a fine thing for her. She
will be Mrs. Frederick Towne!”
“I'd rather have her Jane Barnes
for the rest of her Do you
know Towne's reputation? Any
woman can flatte into a love
affair. A fat Lotha '* Baldy did
not mince the word
“But he hasn't married
said Mrs. Follette trium-
She held to the ancient
theory that the
life.
any of
esrb le
phaniuy.
honorable
love affairs since she
had been paid the compliment of at
least legal permanency.
Evans’ lips were dry.
you say to Towne?"
“Oh, what could 1 say? That 1
was surprised, and all that. Some-
thing about hoping they'd be happy.
Then I beat it and got here as fast
as I could. I had to talk it over
with you people or—burst.”” His eyes
met Evans’ and found there the
sympathy he sought. “It's a rotter
trick.”
“Yes,” said Evans, “rotten.”
“I think,” said Mrs. Follette,
“that you must both see it is best.”
Yet her voice was troubled. Though
her complacency had penetrated the
thought of what Jane's engagement
might mean to Evans. Yet, it might,
“What did
disguise. There were other wom-
his career. And in time he would
forget Jane.
Old Mary gave them their coffee.
“Shall we walk for a bit, Baldy?"
Evans said, when at last they rose.
The two men made their way to-
wards the pine grove.
sky was a deep purple with a thin
sickle of a moon and a breathless
star,
And there in the little grove under
the purple sky Evans said to Baldy,
“1 love her."
“] know. I wish to God you had
her.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
More than 20,000 elk, the greatest
number since 1800, roam the slopes
of the Rocky mountains in Colorado,
despite the fact they have been the
targets for hunters during 10 con
secutive open seasons, the U., S.
forest service reported.
The present elk population in 14
national forests in the state, which
harbor approximately 95 per cent
of the total number, has been esti-
mated at 20,000 head by the regional
office of the forest service here,
writes a Denver United Press cor-
respondent.
The figure represented an increase
of 455 per cent since 1914. The com-
putation was based on a study con-
ducted by the division of wild life
and range management of the fed-
eral service,
The most important factor in in-
creasing the number of elk in the
state, it was stated, was in closing
the hunting season and providing
protection for 10 years when it was
apparent the herds were diminish-
g.
Even then, it was said, conserva-
tion of the animals was not started
until four forests in the state were
totally devoid of elk, and so few re-
mained in three other forests that
rigid protection precautions were
necessary.
Remnants of the remaining herds
and animals obtained from northern
Wyoming were introduced into the
barred for several years.
provided during the winters when
deep snow covered the mountains
eliminate disease.
in 1912 when 23 head were released
in the San Juan forest
western Colorado.
lowing year 16 were placed in the
Holy Cross forest to supplement an
mals.
released in Roosevelt forest to cre.
ate the nucleus of the vast herd now
found in the region of Estes park.
The action produced such success-
ful results, forest officials reported,
that it probably would be several
years before a hunting ban again
would be placed upon the Colorado
elk herds.
Origin of Name ‘Yellowstone’
According to the Geological Sur-
vey the name "Yellowstone" is de-
rived from its original French
name, ‘‘Roche Jaune,” meaning
“yellow rock or stone,” though by
some said to be from the Indian
word “Mitsi-a-da-zi,”" meaning
“rocks sn Yellow river,
By Katherine Edelman
holly and mistletoe, Bright red
By eight o'clock every seat was
Small gossip and mur-
murs of expectancy ran through the
crowd. The little town was proud
of the boy who was taking the lead-
ing part in the play. They had
known Ted Rawlings all their lives.
Known him as an easy-going lad, in-
terested in nothing more than fish-
ing and hunting around the coun-
try, and later as an astonishingly
changed ambitious fellow. No one
seemed to understand how the quick
transition occurred.
All eyes turned to the stage as the
heavy curtain rolled upward. Three
hundred pairs of eyes fastened
themselves upon the moving, speak-
ing figures. ‘Isn't Ted wonderful,”
young girls whispered breathlessly
to each other. Between acts, thun,
“Ted, you were perfectly wonder-
ful,” Sally was saying.
derous bursts of applause filled the
room. Hands clapped with vehe-
mence. Small boys made their ap-
proval known by shrill whistling.
Ted carried the audience with
every step of the way. He
seemed to enter, to merge himself
completely in the character he por-
trayed. His make-believe was so in-
tense in the last act, that there was
a deep silence for a moment when
the final curtain fell
OR the time it was no make-
believe to Ted, He was living
again all the agony of parting, of
seeing Sally Howard go away with-
out a word. He had been sure until
her train pulled out that she would
come and say how sorry she was
for the bitter, reproachful words
she had hurled at him. Words that
had left their mark upon his soul
that had stung him into a mad, am-
bitious desire to show her what he
could do.
He found no real satisfaction in
lowed. In this hour of his triumph,
his heart cried out for Sally. If
only she was here! If only she had
cared! He scarcely knew what he
was saying in answer to the lavish
congratulations.
Suddenly small hands pressed
tightly around his arm, and a re-
membered voice spoke in his ear.
ful,” Sally was saying, “wonderful,
wonderful. I'm so proud—so proud
of you."
thought you were in New York."
“1 was, until last night. I've been
I knew all
about the play, and—and the way
you have been working lately. 1
thing in the world."
“But the things you said, Sally?
They hurt—they still do.”
*1 wanted them to hurt, Ted. 1
to get you going. You know you
were really lazy? But now,
you've really put on speed.”
Christmas wedding.
a really big event.
crowd is still in the hall.”
The First Santa Claus
midnight
One of his tricks was
to throw purses of gold into cottage
windows and run away.
From Europe's Christmas Menu
Take your choice of Christmas
eats: Plum pudding in England,
Pleffernuesse in Germany, Vier.
knack in Denmark, Fatigman's Bak-
kels in Norway, Horse-shoe cake in
Hungary, Speculaas in Holland, and
Lutfisk in Sweden.
Getting a Shoeful in Holland
Not on reindeer but on a white
horse, St. Nicholas arrives in some
parts of Holland, and instead of look.
ing for stockings he searches for
wooden shoes to fill them with gifts.
HOUSEHOLD
QUESTIONS
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Prunes, to be properly cooked,
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leather gloves, they will not be-
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A shiny coat collar can be
moistened with ammonia or vine-
gar.
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Removing Paper From Raisins,
~1f the paper sticks to the pack-
age of raisins, place them in the
oven for a few minutes and the
wrapping may be removed easily.
It will also cause the raisins to
separate and fall apart.
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Tarnished table silver
revived if placed in a quart of
boiling water to which a good
pinch of washing soda has been
added. After boiling for a few
minutes remove and dry thorough-
ly with a soft cloth.
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