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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
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