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A DAUGHTER of TWO WORLDS
Author of
X Btorv ot tfno York IAt
By LEROY SCOTT
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Printed by SptcUl Arrangement with
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Copjrlsht. 1010. br Lerojr Scott
'A after tlicre was th,s Bucl1 tnat
"" SHm could not take away from bor :
ihe had acted in the full belief that the
2 o'clock tryst In the library between
Slim and Gloria had been bona fide
on both sides and if she had not origi
nated this plan and carried it out the
Harrisons and Kenneth would not now
be free of an unfortunate relationship.
So much was real and unsubtractablc
and therefore, since everything had
grown out of this, was this not in con
ecquenco almost ovory thing?
She thought frequently of Kenneth.
"Was he, out there in the solitude of the
West, where ho had gone to conceal
his hurt, recovering from his heart
break and disillusionment? She hoped
so, for he was deserving of a far finer
girl than Gloria of the very finest girl I
She wondered what was happening to
him, and within him, away out there,
all alone. , , . .
As the June days passed her hu
miliation lost its first keen edge, and
she accepted matters as they were with
a growing composure. The days wore
much alike, given over to bathing, go
ing to teas, motoring nbout, or merely
quiet chats with Mrs. Harrison; and
of evenings there was frequent dancing
In neighboring houses. With this
pleasant summer routine she developed
Her "unchanging appearance of mod
esty made Mrs. Harrison believe hor
unspoilable, so the generous elder worn
an never withheld her praise. yOno af
ternoon, when Jennie had been at Sil
ver Bluffs over a month, and she and
Mrs. Harrison were standing upon the
piazza gazing out at the blazing sound,
Mrs. Harrison impulsively crossed to
Jennie and kissed her.
"What's the matter?" asked Jennie.
"I couldn't help it I just got to
looking at you."
"Looking at me?"
"Tes. And I was saying to my
self," the low-pitched voice went on:
"She was beautiful when she first came
to us, but she is growing more beauti
ful every day. And that is true, my
dear." , ,
Jennie grew warm with an uprush
of exultant happiness. This was a
wonderful world she had come into a
wonderful world Indeed! And, just
then her nearing place in this world
seemed as glorious as the sunset that
was bcsparkling the waters only for
her the glory was the glory o! sun
rise, nnd the dazzling brilliance of full
day was yet to come.
But even while they stood there,
Jennie's other world reached out to
her a beckoning hand.
The Old World and the New
T3B beckoning hand took the form
of a telegram carried out to her
by a maid. The message bore tne sig
nature of the lawyers who manaeed her
affairs, and its ten words, to any other
eyes than Jennie's, would have meant
nothing more than that her lawyers re
quired her presence that evening upon a
matter of immediate business. But the
teloernm was a code, nrearranKed for
use in case of extreme necessity. To
Jennie the routine telegram meant that
Uncle George wished to seo her without
ceiay.
She Bhowcd the message to Mrs. Har
rison, and two hours later she was in
the sitting-room of a suite in that great
hotel-city, the Biltmcre. in whose mul
titudinous bustlo persons could come
and go unnoticed, and she was shaking
the hand of Uncle George.
"You sure are looking great, Jen
nle!" exclaimed the old man. "You
sure are looking the real goods better
even that 1 ever thought you would I
Despite his words of admiration and
approval, there was a soberness in his
wrinkled face that would have excited
.Jennies alarm even had the telegram
not already done so.
"What's the matter, Uncle George?"
she demanded.
"It's bad news, my dear" patting
her nand "hut taue It easy, it's what
happens to us all, and I guess some
day it'll be my turn."
"Is it something about lad?" she
breathed.
He shook his head. "It's about your
Aunt Mary. She died last night."
"Aunt Mary dead!" Jennie stood
dazed; never before had death touched
her closely.
"Her funeral's tomorrow morning at
eleven. Black Jerry asked me to see
you and tell you. He was afraid you
might learn of it some other way, and
he was afraid you might be impulsive
and forget everything else and come
rushing down to the funeral where
there may be a bunch of people. That's
-why Jerry asked mo to see you; that's
what Jerry gave strict orders about
you are not to come to the funeral;"
"Aunt Mary dead!" Bhe repeated.
"You'll do like Jerry said and not
come to the funeral?" the old man in
sisted. "I'll not come if dad says so," she
returned.
But back at Silver Bluffs she kept to
herself, and most of that night she lay
auakc. Her mind went back and went
over and over all the acts of unselfish
kindness, of constant thoughtfulness, of
her patient Aunt Mary who had
mothered her through nigh a dozen
years and she could see the white,
worn face, the frail figure, now lying
rigid in eternal silence in the little
sitting-room above the Peklu. She re
called her own impatience, her selfish
ness, the advantage she so often had
taken of her nonc-too-clcvcr mint. Hot
tears trickled down her cheeks; her
soul throbbed with a quivering pain that
was a sense of loss, of yearning, that
was the nail of blood to blood. And so
itwas during most of tho night.
The next morning she had made a
decision. She was going to slip back for
a glimpse of her own people. She had
to ! no matter what happened.
And her plan for securing this glimpse
was based upon her remembrance that,
however largely attended a funeral In
her neighborhood might be, usually only
a single carriage followed the hearse on
the far and expensive journey to the
outskirts of Brooklyn where arc colo
nized the city's dead.
She dressed herself in a dark, unpre
tentious suit, and told Mrs. Harrison
that she was obliged to go Into New
York for a further conference with her
lawyers. At half-Dast ten. in a big
department store, she was buying the
tmckest mourning veil, ana a tew min
utes later, thn veil on and lowered, at
another doorway from the one at which
she had entered, she chartered a taxi
and stepped in. The car stopped as or
dered a block away from, but in full
sight of, the Pekln; and, the curtains
drawn, Jennie sat peering at the front
of her old home. Her heart beat wild
ly; she was back once more among her
old folk, In her old country. It nil
seemed so close to her yet so far, far
away 1
Jennie had calculated time and pro
cedure almost exactly. Her taxi had
been waiting at the curb only a few
minutes when she saw solemn, strag
gling little groups come out of tho door
way and then she saw tho coffin borne
out nnd placed in the motor-hearse
and then she saw her father come out
and, refusing the company of Uncle
Georce. enter a solitary taxlcab. Pur
suant to her directions her own car
followed this cortege of a hearso and a
Steele carriace at a block's distance
uptown through East Side streets
across the high-swung yucensoorougn
bridge and then at thirty miles un
hour (for New York motor-hcarscs must
earn their keep and so have no time to
waste) over Long Island macadam. Ar
rived at tho gravejaru ana tne opi-n
grave, tho motor-hcarte quickly dis
charged its black freight and then sped
away on its next errand of expressngc.
Jennie, itlancine about, saw a score
or more of little groups scattered nmong
the slabs of marble. She had the bonso
that here the burying of the dead was
lust a creat business so many funerals
to be disposed of per hour; that the
graveyard was just n great freightage
receiving office, where human beings
were transshipped from the prefent to
whatever points might lie beyond.
With so much routine business going
on, only the day's-work attention was
siven to this last bcene in the mortal
drama of Mary Graham, spinster. As
soon as Jennie was certain that no one
was beside her aunt s crave except a
swiftly working stage crew and her
father, she slipped from her taxi to the
edge of the grave. She saw her father
glance at her, and alien as quite certain
he recognized her despite the disguise of
the heavy veil. Hut he gave no sign,
and turned back to the crave. Thus.
silent, side by side, they stood watching
the moist, yellow clav pour from deft
shovels down upou the dead : Black
Jerry, his derby milled down tichtlv
hisrsnuare face set and emotionless and
Jennie, behind her veil, crying all the
wniie ; and thus they remained, apart,
unspeaklng, until the workmen had
slapped the earth into a shapely mound
and had swung along to their next
task.
Blade Jerry turned abruptly away
toward his taxicab. Silently Jennie
-lipped a hand through his arm, and
walked beside him. Even then he gave
no sign oi recognising ner presence. Ar
rived at her taxi, she whispered,
"You're comlne with me." Hp hesl-
tated, then, settling with the chauffeur
ot his own, taxi, he stepped Into Jen
nie's car.
Her fingers clutched his big hand
tightly and she drew up her heavy veil ;
but despite the privacy he bat gazing
Btraight ahead, his heavy jaw clenched
his eyes hardly winking. Jennie was
suddenly bereft of the power to oncn
conversation; the old habit of child
hood returned to her, not to speak to
her reticent father until he had first
spoken.
It seemed to Jennie thnt they had
gone miles before he looked nt her.
And then his voice was abrupt and
gruff.
"You shouldn't have come here.
Jennie. You shouldn't have took such
a risk."
(CONTINUED TOMORROW)
DREAMLAND ADVENTURES
Br DADDY
"THE CHRISTMAS TREASURE"
(Peggy, Billy and Judge Otol are
taten by ihe rabbits to the Under'
ground City, where the rabbits offer
them a buried chest of silver and gold.
Peggy rejects the offer, saying that
the chest must belong to some one,
and Father Rabbit then tells its
stow.)
The Secret of the Gold
FATHER RABBIT wagged his ears
wisely as he sat down to tell Peggy,
B,Illy, Judge Owl and the Rabbit fam
ily the story of the hidden treasure.
"Once upon a midnight dreary when
I was out seeking my supper I came
upon two rough-looking men creeping
toward the house where the Patchy
patch family now lives. At that time
an old man dwelt there alone. He was
the grandfather ot Harry and Minnie
Patchy-patch, whom you saw on your
way here, and he was a miser. He loved
gold and silver above all else and had
driven his family away from him.
"As the rough-looking men crept
toward the house I heard them plotting
to rob the miser. Being young and
curious I followed them.
"The doors nnd windows were locked
fast. This angered the men and they
began to smash their way in, being
determined to get the miser's gold. I
was watching them from around the
corner of the house, when I saw the
cellar door slyly open and out came
the miser dragging his treasure chest
the very treasure chest you see there.
"He had given the robbers the slip,
and while they raged through the bouse
seeking him and the gold, be bore it to
tho edge of the wood and there in the
dark he buried it. This done, the miser
climbed a tree, hiding there until long
after tho disappointed robbers had gone,
"It was a chilly night and the miser
caught an awful cold. He became very
ill. Then his son and his son's fam
ily forgetting his meanness toward
them, came to care for him, They
nursed him and spent all their money
for doctors, bat the old miser grow
ini am! toAtu.
hidden gold because he hoped to get
well; but when ho knew he was about
to die his heart was touched by the
faithful, tender care, given him by his
son and family, and he tried to tell
tnem aDout tue hurled treasure. It was
too late. He died on Christmim FVe
and be took his secret to the gruve with
him.
"So there is the cold and thn PntMiv.
patch folkB know nothing about it.
They spent (all their money caring for
the old miser. When he died the farm
belonged to them, but for two seasons
the crops have been bad and now they
are very, very poor."
Thus Father .Rabbit finished his
story. Peggy, who had been llstenlnc
eagerly, spoke up quickly: "So that
is wny uarry and Minnie i'atchy-patch
thought Santa Olaus would not come
to them. But ho will come, for we will
tell them about this hidden treasure
ana il win oe a unristmas present to
them."
"You'll tell them nothing of the
Klndl" declared Father Habblt tartly
"They chase us away from their rah
bages and carrots and thev are planning
to eat fried rabbit for Christmas."
Peggy thought a moment before she
answered. Then Bhe spoke softly:
"Perhaps the Patchy-patch folks chase
you away from their cabbages and car
rots for the same reason that you want
tne canoages ana carrots because they
are hungry. Perhaps that Is whv they
are planning on fried rabbit for Christ
mas, because tthey are poor and cannot
buy chicken or turkey. But If von
give them the money that belongs to
tnem iney can ouy omcr tood and muy
leave more cabbages and carrots for
ydu."
"That's sol" squeaked Father Rab
bit. "I never thought of that before.
If they have plenty there wil be plenty
left for us. Come, children, fill jour
mduths with all the gold you can carry.
We are going to give the Patchy-patch
children the finest Christmas they ever
had." ,
Tomorrow will be told haw a u
Iclnd of Santa Qlous comes to the
THE GUMPS Hurrah for Uncle Bim!
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