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CHAPTER XXXVIII.
Copyright, 1917, Star Company
"Well?"
My employer's one word of Inter
rogation embarraaaed me, for be
plainly waiting for me to pro
duce some argument which he could
refute. Then, as I did not reply Im
mediately, he added:
"There could be but one good rea
son why you need heeitate to accept
these things from me—and that Is If
you dislike me. One hesitates to ac
cept even trifling favors from a per
son one dislikes."
"But I do not dislike you!" I ex
claimed Impulsively. "On the con
trary, you have beeen so kind to me
that I"
He checked me. "Cut out that
'kindness' stuff, child," he begged.
"Now" leading me to a sofa, "let us
sit down here and talk this matter
over. Will you listen to me pa
tiently?"
"Yes," I promised.
"Well, then," he proceeded, when
we were seated side by side on the
sofa, "I am a man old enough to be
your father. Tou forget how few
years' difference there is between
you and Tom, my son. You might
be his sister. Yet when I want to
give you a present such as I would
give to any young person living in
my home you resent it."
"Oh, no!" I promised. "I don't
resent it Only It is not quite usual,
is it, for a girl to let anybody except
one of her own people make her such
handsome presents?"
"Were I your uncle, or your—
grandfather!" laughing merrily—
"you would consent. Let me ex
plain my attitude. You are to my
little girl what an older sister might
be. Yet when I, to please myself,
want to treat you as I might treat
my daughter and my lltle girl's sis
ter, you object."
It Sounds Reasonable
I will not repeat all that he said.
It may have been sophistry, but to
ny young ears It sounded reasonable.
And at last I smiled back at him and
said that I understood.
"I am glad and thankful that you
do!" he exclaimed with a sigh of re
lief. "But what an obstinate little
thing you are! One phase of the
subject that you have not taken into
consideration Is that if you have the
sort of dresses I like to see you wear
you can be of service to me in help
ing me entertain my friends here
or at Htllcrest, and in going about
with Tom or myself to keep us from
being dull and stupid. So remember
that when —as may happen occa
sionally—l indulge myself In the
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luxury of adding a trifle to your
wardrobe."
"Thank you!" I murmured.
His arguments had made the
whole matter look differently to me.
He had classed Tom and me to
gether—and had spoken as if he
took the same type of interest in
each of us.
"The wrap I chose for you is
blue," he told me. "It is the same
tint as that cushion on the chair in
the library. I remarked once that
it just matched your eyes. Do you
remember?"
I did remember, and nodded, vex
ed at feeling my checks flush.
"The maerial ot fthe cloak is not
heavy—only a light weight velvet,"
he said, "for you will want it for
spring and summer.. In the fall you
shall have something heavier—with
fur on it, perhaps."
I suspected that he was teasing
me, and did not know how to reply.
"You see," he explained, "I am
obliging you to discard your black.
Changing back to colors would
mean your getting many new things,
but I am raising your salary—so it
will be quite possible for you to get
white and colored dresses instead
of your black ones; Now don't pro
test! I meant to increase your pay
anyway at the end of three months
if you gave me satisfaction. And
you do!"
Many Changes
I returned to my room that, night
with my thoughts in a vory different
channel from that in which they had
run before X went down to the draw
ing room. I could hardly realize
the changes that had taken place in
the past few months. I deliberately
reviewed these changes.
X saw myself as I had been before
I came here—poor, plainly dressed,
living from hand to mouth, dis
pensing with all luxuries—uncertain
when I had secured this position if
I would be able to keep it. And now,
here I sat in this delightful room In
which I lodged, surrounded by
beauty and comfort, living in a hand
some house, eating the food that rich
people eat, driven about in an auto
mobile, dressed prettily and treated
as an equal by the parent of the
child who was my charge. Did any
girl ever drop into a more fairy-story
like condition?
I believed that X was happy, and
yet I had a vague sense of uneasiness
as I recalled something that my em
ployer had said to me when he
bade me good-night.
"I shall mention to Mrs. Gore that
I have raised your salary," he re
marked, "and that you certainly
earn every cent you get. I shall ex- |
plain to her also that you will, be
cause of that raise, be enabled to buy
such clothes as you will need this
summer. Does Mrs. Gore know that
you have no money of your own—
that is. that you are quite dependent
upon your salary?"
"No," I said truth full j', "I have
never told her anything about my
private affairs."
"And you haven't told me much —
but I have guessed what I did not
learn from your former pastor and
your father's physician," he observ
ed. "You see, I made sure that you
were Just what I believed you to be
when I engaged you. But to re
turn to the subject of Mrs. Gore—
as she knows nothing of your fin
ances, there is no need of explaining
to her that the trifles X give you are
not bought by yourself. Don't you
think so?"
"Perhaps," I acquiesced.
I was young and foolish, and the
thought of the new clothes made me
glad. I was not sorry I was to look
dainty next summer at Hillcrest
when Hugh Parker would be there.
Somehow, when I thought of myself
as attractively dressed, I reflected
more on what Parker would thtnk
of my appearance than on what my,
employer would think.
Was that ungrateful? I wonder
ed. Or was it only because youth
turns naturally to youth for appro
bation and admiration?
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• Helen had taken more trouble to
understand Winifred of late. She
had entered into the child'B doings
with a zcßt that had delighted that
small person, who "accepted Helen's
interest as something strange and
delightfully pleasant.
One afternoon when Mary had
been unusually busy, Helen herself
went to the school to call for Wini
fred. She found the child saying
good-by to a slim little girl of about
seven who wore a thock of straight
black hair tumbling over her face,
and who was dressed expensively
and yet with that lack of taste that
characterized the child without a
mot her.
"This is Mollie. mother," Winifred
said with her direct little manner.
"I wish I could take her home with
me to play, there's nobody at home
for her but the maids."
"Of course she shall come with
us,-" Helen said immediately. "It
will be all right, won't it. Miss Wil
son," appealing to ono of the fac
ulty who stood near.
"Certainly," the woman respond
ed heartily. And then drawing
Helen aside she explained the sit
uation to her.
The child was the daughter of a
wealthy man who had lately lost his
wife. The father did not under
stand children and Mollie was alone
with the servants a great part of
the time. She had few friends.
Winifred had taken a fancy to her
and the children had become
friendly.
"It would be a very kind thing,
Mrs. Curtis, to take her home with
you if you would.
And so Mollie came home with
Winifred, and Helen found her a
child of unusual quality. She sug
gested strange fanciful games for
them to play, and entered into them
with such a zest that her small face
became flushed and intense. Xielen,
who watched the two children from
time to time, was astounded at the
amount of cleverness the child man
ifested. She could mimic well, and
her gestures were all surprisingly
graceful. Helen felt that It would
be a fine thing for Winifred to have
a child like this to play with, a
child who could stimulate Winifred's
* pagination and might mean more
than the ordinary acquaintance.
Winifred had known few children.
Once in a while I.aura Richard's
little step-daughter Joan, came over
to see the child, but Joan was so
much older than Winifred that the
friendship did not progress very
faEt.
At four, Xielen made a little party
for the two children. They had
It ii the living room and Mary, who
was as pleased as Helen at Wini
fred's new .friendship, stopped her
work in order to fix rolled sand- 1
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Pupils Receive Diplomas
Carlisle, Pa., May 15. Upwards
of 100 pupils in all pans of tlje coun
ty passed the recent diploma exami
nations, according to an anounce
ment made to-day by Superintendent
J. Kelso Green. Many are from the
lower end of the county, including
Ruth Marks, Barbara Albright, Ga,rd- %
ners; Ethel Baish, Marthal
Catherine Kupp, Carl Stevens, Grace
Trimmer, Murray E. Shuman, Violet
Surface, Maude Harris, Mildred
Hollinger, Aveda Bishop, Guy W.
Wertz, J. Wayne Wrightstone,
Blanche Fulton, Mae Sipe, Ida Sipe,
Kathryn Whiteomb, Florence Sim
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wiches. There was much talk and
laughter, and Mollie, who pretended
that she was a wealthy woman come
to call and have afternoon tea, con
vulsed Helen with her clever mim
icry.
"I suppose the children are out in
the park this afternoon," the child
drawled languidly. In imitation of
one of her mother's society friends.
"It must be a great relief to you
to have found a trustworthy person
to take care of them. And how is
Philip, my dear?"
Helen played the game of pretend
all through the tea while Mollie sat
on the edge of her chair shaking
her black hair out of her slanting
dark eyes, consuming rolled sand
wiches and little cakes and drinking
weak tea with all the delight of a
normal child.
At five Helen senfc ;he child home
Willi Mary, and at dinner she re
galed Warren with an account of
the new playmate.
."I'm delighted that Winifred
should have such a splendid friend,
dear," she said, after she had given
Warren an imitation of the child as
a society woman.
"Sounds pretty forward to me,"
Warren remarked.
"Oh, but that's because you
haven't seen her: she's quite a
wonder, Warren. I don't know
when I've enjoyed myself so well.
And she has plenty of imagination,
so that she will be splendid for
Winifred."
"All right, if you think she's so
wonderful, she must be, I suppose,"
Warren returned, and the matter
was promptly forgotten, as Helen
and Warren were ?olng out that
evening.
The next morning, as H<Jen was
busying herself about the house,
the bell rang and Mary came into
the living room a few minutes later
with a large box.
"A messenger boy just left it
ma'aYn," she explained, and then
waited as Helen cut the strings and
took off the many wrappings.
Five pounds of candy were dis
closed to view in one of the hand
somest boxes Helen had ever seen.
On the top, slipped under the rib
bon, was a thin envelope which
Helen opened quickly.
There were just a few words on
the thin sheet of paper within.
"In appreciation of your kindness
to my little girl.
"Howard Kingston Bangs."
"It's from Mollle's father, Mary,"
Helen said, looking up with as
tonished eyes. ' 'Wasn't it nice of
him; it's just to thank me for be
ing nice to Mollie." But as she
spoke, Helen wondered if Warren
would altogether approve.
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Shumberger, George W. Smith, all
of Alien; Nellie Oren, Grantham;
Hazpl Hobaugli, Bowmansdale; Ches
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MINISTER RECEIVES CALL
Carlisle, Pa., May 15. To fill
the vacancy caused by the resigna
tion of the Rev. E H. Kellogg, who
left" Carlisle to take up advanced
work, the members of the Second
Presbyterian Church congregation
to-day formally tendered a call to
the Kev. Glenn M. Shafer, of Clarion,
Pa. The Rev. Mr. Shafer will preacli
in Carlisle within a few weeks and
will make personal acceptance or re
jection of the proposal. Ho is 35
years of age, married and a gradu
ate of Princeton Theological Semin
ary.
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The fearful pain from the tortured
arm, torn at times almost from Its
socket, the gradual snapping of
straining ligaments, the constant
rupture of capillaries and veins sus
tained his consciousness for a while.
Then the tort.urlng pain abated, the
rough dragging shattered the bruised
body less. Itw s as if the Lady and
the storm together were making
easier for the slowly dying man his
last trail across the desert. He still
struggled to keep alive, by sheer will
power, flickering sparks of conscious
ness, and to do so concentrated every
thought on Nan. It was a poignant
happiness to summon her picture to
his fainting senses; he knew lie
should hold to life as long as lie
could think of lier. Love, stronger
than death, welled In his heart. The
bitter cold and the merciless wind
were kinder as he called her image
from out of the storm. She seemed
to speak—to lift him on her arms.
Ahead, distant mountains rose,
white-peaked. The sun shone. He
rode with her through green fields,
and a great peace rested on his weary
senses.
Lady Jane, pushing on and on, en
lightened by that instinct before
which the reason of man is weak and
pitiful, seeing, as it were, through
the impenetrable curtain of the
storm where refuge lay. herself a
slow-moving crust of frozen snow,
dragged to her journey's end—to the
tight-shut doors of the Calabasas
barn —her unconscious burden, and
stood before them patiently waiting
until sometne should open for her.
It was one of the heartbreaks of
tragic day that no one ever knew
Just when the Lady reached the door
or how long she and her unconscious
master waited in the storm for ad
mission. A startled exclamation from
John Lefever, who had periodically
and anxiously left the red-hot stove
11 the oflice to walk moodily to the
window, brought the men tumbling
over one another as he ran from his
companions to throw open the outer
door and pull the, drooping horse into
the barn.
It was the Indian. Scott, who, read
ing first of all the men everything in
the dread story, sprang forward with
a stifled exclamation, as the horse
dragged in the • snow-coverod log,
v,'hipped a knife from his pocket, cut
the incumbered arm and white hand
free from the wliiffletree, and, carry
ing the stiffened body Into the office,
began with insane haste to cut away
the clothing.
Lefever, perceiving it was Be Spain
thus drawn to their feet, shouted,
while he tore from the blade of
Scott's knife the frozen garments, the
orders for the snow, the heated
water, the warm blankets, the alco
hol and brandy, and. stripped to his
I waist, chafed the marble feet. The
Indian, better than a staff of doctors,
used the cunning of a sorcerer to re
vive the spark of inanimate life not
yet extinguished by the storm. A
fearful intersal of suspense followed
the silence into which the work set
tled, a ailence broken only by the
footsteps of men running to and
fiom the couch over which Scott. Le
fover and McAlpin, half-naked,
worked in mr.d concert.
De Spain opened Ills eyes to wan
der from one to the other of the
faces. He half rose up, struggling in
a frenzy with the hands that re
strained him. While his companions
pleaded to quiet him, he fought them
until, restored to its seat of reason,
his mind reassured itself, and, lying
exhausted, he told them in his ex
quisite torture of whom he had left,
and what'must be done to find and
bring them in.
White the relief wagons, equipped
with straining tems and flanked by
veteran horsemen, were dashing out
of the barn, he lapsed into uncon
sciousness. But he had been able to
hold Scott's hand long enought to tell
him he must find Nan and bring her
in, or never come back.
It was Scott who found her. In
their groping* through the blizzard
the three had wandered nearer Cal
abascs than any one of them dream
ed. And on the open desert, far south
and east of the upper lava beds, it
was Scott's horse that put a foot
through the bottom of the overturn
ed wagon box. The suspected mound
of snow, with the buried horses
scrambling to their feet, rose upright
at the crash. Duke crouched, half
conscious, under the rude shelter.
Lying where he had placed her, snug
ly between the horses, Scott found
Nan. He spoke to her when she
opened her staring eyes, picked her
up in his arms, called to his com
panions for the covered wagon, and
began to restore her, without a mo
ment of delay, to life. He even prom
ised if she would drink the hateful
draft he put to her lips and let him
cut away her shoes and leggings and
the big coat frozen on her, that in
less than an hour she should see
Henry de Spain alive and well.
CHAPTER XXXI.
At Sleepy Cat
• Nothing in nature, not even the
storm itself. Is so cri"' as the beauty
ol the after calm. In ..ie radiance of
the sunshine next day De Spain, deli
rious and muttering, was taken to
the hospital at Sleepy Cat. In an ad
joining room lay Nan, moaning re
pioaches at those who were torturing
her reluctantly back to life. Day and
night the doctors worked over the
three. The town, the division, the
stagemen and the mountain men
watched the outcome of the struggle.
From as tar as Medicine Bend rail
road surgeons came to aid in the
fight.
De Spain cost the most acute anxi
ety. The crux of the battle, after the
three lives were held safe, centered i
on the effort to save De Spain's arm '
—the one ho had chosen to lose, if j
he must lose one, when he strapped
it to the whlflletree. The day the sur-
MAY 15, 1917.
geons agreed that if his life were to
be saved the arm must come off at
the shoulder a gloom fell on the
community.
In a lifetime of years there can
come to the greater part of us but a
few days, a few hours, sometimes no
nore than a single moment, to show
ot what stuff we are really made.
Such a crisis came that day to Nan.
Already she had been wheeled more
than once into De Spain's room, to
sit where she could help woo him
back to life. The chief surgeon, in
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the morning, told Nan of the de
cision. In her huspltal bed she rose
bolt upright. "No!" she declared sol
emnly. "You shan't take his arm
off:"
The surgeon met her rebellion tact
fully. But he told Nan, at last, that
Do Spain must lose either his arm
or his life. "No," she repeated with
out hesitation and without blanching',
"you shan't take off his arm. He
shan't lose his life."
(To Be Continued)