12 CiEOME AONE^CTKMBERLaS capYizr&jfT.jsr THE ozmtzyiiXL SYNOPSIS CHAPTER I—Alan Wayne Is sent sway from Red Hill, his home, by his uncle, J. T.. as a moral failure. Clem runs after him in a 1 angle of short skirts to bid him good-by. CHAPTER ll—Captain Wayne tells Alnn of the failing of the Waynes, t'lem drinks Alan's health on his birthday. CHAPTER lll—Judge Hcaley buys n picture for Alix Lansing. The Judge defends Alan in his business with his employers. CHAPTER IV—Alan and Alix meet at sea. homeward bound, and start a llirtation. which becomes serious. CHAPTER V—At home. Jlimce Ster ling asks Alan to go away from Alix. Alix is taken to task by Gerry, her husband, for her conduct with Alan and defies him. CHAPTER Vl—Gerry, as he thinks, sees Alix and Alan eloping, drops ov'-vthing. and goes to Pernambuco. CHAPTER Vjl —.«-«vvos Alan on the train end goes !io:ne to And that Ger ry has disappeared. CHAPTER VlTT—Gerrv le.ivng Pernam buco and goes to Piranhas. On a canoe trip he meets a native girl. CHAPTER IX—The Judge fails to trace Gerry A baby is born to Alix. CHAPTER X-The native girl takes Gerry ti> her home and shows him the ruined plantation she is mistress of. Ger ry marries her. CHAPTER Xl—At Maple house Col llngeforil tells how he rwt Alan—"Ten Per Cent Wayne"—building a bridge in Africa CHAPTER XTl—Collingeford meets Alix and h<>r baby arid he gives her encour agement about Gerry. Collingefort] heard someone spea« of Mrs. Lansing and lie said to Mrs. •f. Y„ "I know a Mrs. Lansing—a beau tiful and scintillating young person— the sort of effervescence that flies over to Europe and becomes the dismay of our smart women and the fate of many men.'' Mrs. J. T. for a second was puz zled. "That isn't Mrs. Lansing—it's "Mrs. Gerry you're thinking of. Mrs. l/ansing is her mollter-in-law. They live next door."' The next morning, with t'lem as cicerone, Coliingeford went over to The Firs to pay his respects to Alix. They found her under the trees. "How do you do?" said Alls. 'The Honorable Percy, isn't It?" "What a memory you have for trieeifl Collingeford, laughing. ' "May 1 sit down?"' said Alix. She was perched In the middle of a garden seat. On each side of her were piled various stuffs and all the paraphernalia of the j sewing circle. Collingeford sat down before her and stared. Clem had gone ! off in search of game more to her 1 taste. Alix seemed to him very small. J He felt the change in her before he j could flx In what it lay. She seemed still and restful in spite of her flying ! fingers. Spiritually still. Her eyes, glancing at him between stitches, were j uin used and grave at the same time. "Doll's clothes?" said Collingeford, waving at a beribboned morsel. "Xo," said Alix. Collingeford starod a little longer j and then he broke out with, "Look j here, what have yon done with her? Over there, the young Mrs. Lansing —spice, deviltry, scintillation and wit I —blinding. Over here, Mrs. Gerry— j demure and industrious. Don't tell me j you have gone in for the Quaker pose, j but please tell me which is the : poseuse; you now or the other one." Alix laughed. "I'm just me now. ' minus the deviltry and all that. Come, I'll show you what I've done with It." They threaded the trees and came upon a mighty bower, half sun, half shade, where in the midst of a nurse and Clem and many toys a baby was enthroned on a rug. "There you are," said Alix. "There's my spice, deviltry, scintillation and wit all done into one roly-poly." "Well, I'm blowed." said Collinge ford. advancing cautiously on the young monarch. "Do you want me to —to feel him or say anything about his looks? I'll have to think a minute if you do." "liooby," said Alix, "come away." 1 But Collingeford seemed fascinated, j He squatted on the rug and poked the monarch's ribs. Nurse, mother and j Clem flew to the rescue, but to their amazement the monarch did not bel- i low. He appropriated Collingeford's ! tinger. "I wonder if he'd miud if I called him a 'young 'tin,' " soliloquized the attacking giant. Then he pulled the baby's log. "When he grows up j tell him I was the firxt man to pull his j leg. My word, he hasn't a bone in I bis body, not even a tooth." "Silly," said Clern, "of course not." } "What are you staring at him that J way for?" said Alls. "Can a baby i make you think? A penny for them." j "I was Just thinking," said Collinge- | ford gravely, "that a baby is positively the only thing I've never eaten." A horrified silence greeted his re mark. The nurse was the first to re cover. She strode forward, gathered up the baby and marched away. Alix and Clem fixed their eyes on Collinge ford. He slowly withered and drew back. T hen the judge and Mrs. Lansing came out to them. Collingeford was introduced. Mrs. Lansing turned to Alix. "Have you asked Mr. Collinge ford to stay to lunch'.' The judge has > asked himself." , "No, mother." said Alix. "I'm ' afraid we couldn't give Honorable Per cy anything new to eat. He says—" "My dear Mrs. Lansing," interrupt- MONDAY EVENING, HARRTSBURG TELEGRAPH FEBRUARY 28, 1016 Ed Collingeford, "it's all a mistake. I positively loathe eating new things, uo matter how delicious and rosy and blue-eyed they look." "Are you speaking of cabbages?" Inquired the judge. "No, babies." said Clem. "He want ed to eat the baby." Mrs. Lansing langhed. "I don't blame him," she said. "I've often wanted to eat him myself." , Collingeford spent a good deal of his week at The Firs. Clem went to see the baby daily as a matter of course and he went along, as he said himself, as another matter of oourse. Clem talked to the baby, Collingeford to Alix. He said to her one day, "I've read in books about babies doing this sort of thing to gad -about3 —" "Gart-abouts," Interrupted Alix, "la Just, but cruel." "Well, butterflies." compromised Collingeford. "Rut I never believed it really happened." "Oh." said Alix. "it wasn't the baby. Not altogether. You see. Mr. Collinge ford, Gerry Lansing—l'm Mrs. Gerry —disappeared over a year ago—before the baby came. He thought I didn't love him. I might as well tell you about It. I believe in telling things. Mystery is always more dangerous than truth; it gives such a lead to imagination." So she told him and Collingeford listened, interested. At the end he said nothing. Alix looked at his thoughtful face. "What do you think? Isn't there a chance? Don't you think he's probably—probably alive?" The judge was not there to hear the meek appeal of faith for comfort. Col lingeford met Alix' eyes frankly. "It I were you," he said. "I would prob ably believe as you do. I've met too many dead men in Piccadilly looking uncommonly well ever to say that a man is dead because lie's disappeared. Then there's the other side of It. Bod sk.v says a man is never dead while there's anybody left that loves him." "The judge told me about Bodsky, He's the man that said there had been lots of murderers he'd like to take to his club. He must be worth while. I'd like to talk to him." "I don't suppose." said Collingeford absently, 'that. Bodsk.v has talked to a woman since be killed his mistress." Alix started and looked up from her work. "Don't yon think you had bet ter come back—and bring the talk j back with you?" It was Collingeford'* turn to start, j "I beg yotir pardon." he said. "You are right. I was In another world. Only | you mustn't get a wrong impression. Everybody says It was an accident— I except Bodsky. He has never said anything." Alan Wayne had been away for a year. He had not returned from Mont real but had goue one from there to work in South America and, later, to Africa. He had been in town for several days when be met the judge one after noon in November on the avenue. "Judge," he said without preamble, "what's this I hear about Gerry dis appearing." "It's true," said the judge and add ed grimly, "he disappeared the day yon went to Montreal." Alan colored and his face turned grave. "I am sorry," he said. "I j didn't know it." "Sorry for what?" asked the judge, ! but Alan refused the opening and the judge hardly regretted it. They were j not in tune and he felt it. His heart was heavy over Alan for his own sake. He had broken what the judge had long reverenced as n charmed circle. He had exiled himself from that which should have been dearer to him than his heart's desire. The Judge won dered if he realized it. "You're not going out.to Red Hill?" he asked, try ing to make the question casual. Alan glanced at him sharply. What : was the judge after? "No," he said | after a pause, "I shall not break the j communal coma of Red Hill for some ! time. I'm off again. McDale & Mc- I Dale have loaned me to Ellingon's. I've ' become a sort of poohbah on construc tion in Africa. They get a premium for lending me." Alan's speech habitually drawled ex cept for an occasional retort that came like the crack of a whip. The judge looked him over curiously. Alan's dress was almost too refined. His per son was as well cared for as a wom an's. Every detail about him was a studied negation of work, utility, serv ice. The judge thought of Collinge- j ford's story and wondered. They walked in silence for some ' time and then Alan took bis leave. The judge followed his erect figure with solemn eyes. Alan had deteriorated. One cannot be the fly in the amber of : more than one woman's memory with- ' out clouding one's own soul, and a clouded soul has Its peculiar clrcum ambiency which the clean can feel. The judge felt it in Alan and winced. <To be continued.) i H Here I Am, Citizens! j) lam your Uncle Sam. 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