THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS. McCONNELLSBURG. PA.
The Hollow
,0011
& of Her Hand
George Barr McCutcheon
HENRY" HOWIAND
PROFIT 7
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SYNOPSIS.
rimMIs Wrandall Is found murdered In
. nn.l houmi near New York. Mn. Wran
i 'n I, auminnned from tli city and lden
. (he buily. A young womun who ac
MniPHnli'd Wrandall (o the Inn and sub
enuei.tly disappeared. Is suspected,
ilr, Wrnmlall starts back for New York
in an a'dn during a blinding snow storm.
On the ny she meets a young woman In
ih riia.1 who proves to be the woman
ho killed Wrandiill. Feeling that the
,lrl had done her a service In ridding her
If th mm who though she loved hlin
H,.,tily hnd caused her great sorrow.
Mr Wrandall determines to shield her
ind' takes her to her own home. Mrs.
Wranilall liears the slory of Hetty Cas
.i.na life exceat that portion that re
lates to Wrandall. This and the story of
the tragedy "he forbids the girl ever to
tell Hie otuTi noii. a living, i'iciini
and a.i urltv from peril on account of th
?.. ..!.. Mrs Sara Wrandall and Hett
attend the funeral of Challla Wrandall at
the heme 01 Ills Dlircnis. nnrn mnuin
...a ii.nv return to New York after a
!...... .f h vear In Europe. Iesll
n .,tu hrnther of Challls. makes him
pelf useful lo Sara and becomes greatly
interested in lieiiy. rrtri mvvn in unw-
IVa Infatuation ponelblllty for revenge on
th Vtrannaiis anu repniniiwii mm ne
.mix he suffered at the hands
Chillis Wrandall by marrying his mnr
. . in tl, fnmllv ThIIa In rnm-
nany with his friend Brandon Booth, an
irtlst, visits Sara at her country place,
Uslle confesses to Mora mat ne is rnaai
In love vvitn iieur.
CHAPTER Vile Continued.
"I ny, Lrwlie, Is she staying heref
cried llootb, lowering bis voice to an
enritcd half-whlspcr.
"Who?" demanded Wrandall
cantly. Ills mind appeared to bo else
where.
"Why, that's the girl I saw on the
road Wake up! The one on the
envelope, you ass. Is she the one yon
were telling me about In the club the
1118 what's-IIor-Nnme who"
"Oh, you menu Miss Castleton She's
lost none upstairs. You must have
met her on the steps."
"You know I did. So that Is Miss
Caatloton."
"Ripping, Isnt she? Didn't I tell
you so?"
"She's beautiful. She Is a Ppe, JUBt
a you nald, old man a really wonder
nil tyro. I saw her yesterday and the
day ooforo."
"I've been wondering how you man
aged to get a likenoea of her on the
back of an envelope," said Leslie sar
castically. "Must have bad a good
long look at her, my boy. It Isn't
map-shot, you know." .
Bodth flushed. "It Is an Impression
man an. l arew it from memory,
pon my soul."
"She'll be Immensely gratified, I'm
tire."
"For henven'e sake, Leg, don't be
such a fool as to show her the thing,
cried Booth In consternation. "She'd
never understand."
"Oh, you needn't worry. She has
(ne sense of humor."
Booth didn't know whether to laugh
or scowl. He compromised with him
elf by slipping his arm through that
i Ota friend and saying heartily:
"I wish you the best of luck, old
ioy.
"Thanks," said Leslie drily.
CHAPTER VIII.
In Which Hetty It Welohed.
Booth and Leslie returned to the
flty on Tuesday. The artist left be
hind him a "memory sketch" of Sara
wrandall, done In the solitude of his
room long after the rest of the house
aa wrapped In slumber on the first
H Wa a, Deeply Perplexed at Ever,
j'lfht nf hi- ......
. .i, . . .. 81 ooutniook. it was
Wa . "y drawn aa tl one he bad
fide of ilia,, and qulte M wonaerru,
i r lv n,1fter of 'fulness, but ute
that in It the Bubtla something
krafiiiT 8 olner notable. The
K t T, l .lhe artl8t wa8 there, but
I -vu u, mspirat on was laeltln
de8hted. She was fiat-
find mn.l ...
ing tlie f c uu uu Proienae or aisgule-
er i "mcu al lunencon,
Le i alC1- 11 8erved t0
iUif . t0 8Ucn degree that
ex-
degree that he
L ""5"l lOrlh fr
r""redskc7eh'7 ," 8. Foc"el
his pocket the
pur-
'"Hilasul'.1 h ha1 beon 8en"lncly
The elrl i.. j'.
en-
nwhoh.y:'.. 8 picture f Sar.
flVns . .
"I that ... . ?n by WRy of know"
ius' me first v-tu i"
overcd
Val CAIBIKU, WHS
With finn,..,..
eni - . wmuB un.
Embarrass-
re ner 7 ' CU8B 01 ETBtification
llng of vded aImo8t at once by
" the
en Bnnovanea
The fact
"N7 ,7" la LeBll'8 P08"
hmJ f e,vdently a thing to be
he aav rt00k awF all the pleasure
ioSonnterest
ratable , ne nuan and unac-
""ictiut,,!,, . al l"owea almost
lha He fait irnlU. .
Hie. t,, 8 deeP'y nnoyed with
hi th. .77 Cr n he tried tn Brntaln
Was a lamenfahlo fnll.
i 4l4U8hed, not unkindly, la
Usiu' L .
r'tcbtoi.. r.efuBo to allow the
9,4 alDj I! " 8 " 8h8 could
" Um .""'on of It, even for
s u tnln would have been
torn to 1)1 18. Hut it went back into his
commodious pocket book, and she was
too proud to demand it of him.
She became oddly sensitive to
Dooth's persistent though inoffensive
scrutiny as time wore on. More than
once he had caught him looking at
her with a fixedness that betrayed per
plexity so plainly that she could not
fall to recognize an underlying motlvo.
He was vainly striving to rofrcsh bis
memory; that was clear to bcr. There
Is no mistaking that look In a peiaon's
eye. It cannot be disguised.
He was as deeply perplexed as ever
when the time came for blra to depart
with Leslie. He asked her point blan
on the lust evening of his stay If they
had ever met before, and she frankly
confessed to a short memory for faces.
It wae not unlikely, she said, that ho
nad seen her in London or in I'aris,
but she had not the faintest recollec
tion of having seen him before their
meeting in the road.
Urged by Sara, she had reluctantly
consented to sit to him for a portrait
during the month of June. He put the
request In such terms that It did not
sound like a proposition. It wae not
surprising that be should want her for
a subject; in fact, he put It in such
way that she could not but feel that
sho would be doing him a great and
enduring favor. Shu Imposed but one
condition: The picture was never to
be exhibited. He met that, with bland
magnanimity, by proffering the canvas
to Mrs. Wrandall, am the subject'
"next best friend," to "have and to
hold so long as she might live," "free
gratis," "with the artist's compll
merits," and so on and so forth, in airy
good humor.
Leslie's aid had been eollclted by
both Sara and the painter in the final
effort to overcome the girl's objec
tions. He was rather bored about It,
but added his voice to the general
clamour. With half an eye one could
see that he did not relish the Idea of
Hotty posing for days to the hand
some, agreeable painter. Moreover, It
meant that Booth, who could afford to
gratify his own wbime, would be
obliged to spend a month or more in
the neighborhood, so that he could do-
vote himself almost entirely to the
consummation of this particular under
taking. Moreover, It meant that Vivl
an portrait was to be temporarily
disregarded.
Sara Wrandall was quick to recog
nlze the first eymptoms of Jealousy on
the part of her brother-in-law. The
new Idol of tho Wrandalls was in love
selfishly, Insufferably In love as things
went with all the Wrandalls. They
hated selfishly, and so they loved. Her
husband had been their king. But
their king was dead, long live the
king! Leslie bad put on the family
crown a little Jauntily, perhaps
cocked over the eye a bit, so to speak
but it was there Just the same, an
noyingly plain to view.
Sara bad tried to like him. He bad
been her friend, the only one she could
claim among them all. And yet, be
neath his genial allegiance, she could
detect the air of condescension, the
bland attitude of a superior who de
fends another's cause for tho reason
that It gratifies Nero. She experienced
a thrill of malicious Joy in contemplat
ing the fall of Nero. He would bring
down ble house about his head, and
there would be no Home to pay the
fiddler.
Brandon Booth took a small cottage
on the upper road, half way between
the village and the home of Sara
Wrandall, and not far from the ab
horred "back gate" that swung in the
teoth of her connections by marriage.
He set up his establishment In half a
day and, being settled, betook himself
oft to dine with Sara and Hetty. All
his household cares, like the world,
rested snugly on the shoulders of an
Atlas named Pat, than whom there
wag no moro faithful Bervitor In all
the earth, nor in tho heavens, for that
matter, If we are to accept his own
estimate of himself. In any event, he
was a treasure. Booth's house was al
ways in order. Try as he would, he
couldn't get it out of order. Bat's wife
suw to that.
As ho swung Jauntily down the tree-
lined road that led to Sara's portals,
Booth was full of the Joy of living.
Sara was at the bottom of the ter
race, moving among the flower beds In
the formal garden.
At the sound of his footsteps on the
gravel, Sara looked up and Instantly
smiled her welcome.
"It is so nice to see you again," she
said, giving him her hand.
'My heart's In the blghlande,' " he
quoted, waving a vague tribute to the
heavens. "And It's nice of you to see
mo," be added gracefully. Then he
pointed up the terrace. "Isn't she a
picture? 'Gad, It's lovely the whole
effect. That picture against the sky "
He stopped short, and the sentence
was never finished, although she wait
ed for him to complete it before re
marking: "Her heart Is not In the highlands."
"You mean something's gone
wrong "
"Oh, no," she said, still smiling;
nothing like that Her heart is In
tho lowlands. Ton would consider
Washington square to be in the low
lands, wouldn't you?"
"Oh, I see," he said slowly. "You
mean she's thinking of Leslie.'
Who knows? It woe a venture on
my part, that's alL She may be think
ing of you, Mr. Booth."
"Or some chap In old England, that's
more like it," he retorted. "She can't
be thinking of me, you know. No one
ever thinks of me when I'm out of
view. Out of sight, out of mind. No;
she's thinking of something a long
way off or some one, If you choose to
have It that way."
She smiled upon him with half-
closed, shadowy eyes, and shook ber
head. Then she arose.
"Let ue go In, Hett la eager to see
you again."
They started up the terrace. His
face clouded.
"I have had a feeling all along that
she'd rather not have this portrait
painted, Mrs. Wrandall. A queer sort
of fooling that she doesn't Just like tbo
Idea of being put on canvas."
"Nonsense," she said, without look
ing at him.
Hetty met them at the top of the
steps. The electrio porch llghU had
Just bocn turned on by the butler. The
Kir! etood In the path of the light
Booth was never to forget the loveli
ness of her in that moment. He car
ried the Itnnge with lilin on the long
walk home through the black night.
(He declined Sara's offer to send him
over in the car for the very reason
that he wanted the half-hour of soli
tude In which to concentrate all the
impressions she bad made on his
fancy.)
The three of them stood there for a
few minutes, a waiting the butler's an
nouncement Sara's arm was about
Hetty's shoulders. He was so taken
up with the picture they presented
that he scarcely heard their light chat
ter. They were types of loveliness so
full of contrast tbat ho marveled at
the power of nature to create women
in the same mold and yet to model so
differently.
As they entered tho vestibule, a
servant camo up with tho word that
Miss Castloton was wanted at the
telephone, "long distance from New
York."
The girl stopped In her tracks.
Booth looked at her In mild surprise,
a condition which gave way an instant
later to perplexity. The look of an
noyance In ber eyes could not be dis
guised or mistaken.
"Ask him to call me up later, Wat
son," she nald quietly.
"This is the third time he has called,
Miss Castleton," said the man. "You
were dressing, if you please, ma'am,
the first time "
"I will come," she Interrupted sharp
ly, with a curious glance at Sara, who
for some reason avoided meeting
Booth's gaze.
"Tell him we shall expect him on
Friday." said Mrs. Wrandall.
"By George!" thought Booth, as she
left them. "I wonder if it can be Los
lie. If it is well, he wouldn't bo flat
tered If he could have seen the look In
her eyes.
Later on, he had no trouble In gath
ering that it was Leslie Wrandall who
called, but he wae very much In the
dark as to the meaning of that fi
pressive look. He only knew that she
was In the telephone room for ten mln
utes or longer, and that all trace of
emotion was gone from her face when
she rejoined them with a brief apology
for keeping them waiting.
. He left at ten-thirty, saying good
night to them on the terrace. Sara
walked to the steps with him.
"Don't you think her voice is love
ly?" she asked. Hetty had sung for
them.
"I dare say," be responded absently.
"Give you my word, though, I waen't
thinking of her voice. She la lovely."
He walked home as If In a dream.
The spell was on blm.
Or in the night he started up from
the easy chair In which he had been
smoking and dreaming and racking
his brain by turns.
"By Jove!" he exclaimed aloud. "I
remember I .I've got it) And tomor
row I'll prove it"
Then he went to bod, with the storm
from the sea pounding about the
house, and slept serenely until Tat
and Mary wondered whether he meant
to get up at all.
"Pat," said he at breakfast, "I want
you to go to the city this mcrning and
fetch out all of the Studios you ran
And about the place. The old ones are
in that Italian hall seat and the late
ones are In the studio. Bring all of
them."
'There's a dlvvll of a bunch of
thlm." said Pat ruefully.
He was not to begin eketchlng the
figure until the following day. After
luncheon, however, he had an appoint
SOME ODD DEATH REPORTS
New York World Prints Humorous
Returns Alleged to Be Taken
From the Records.
The chief statistician of Wisconsin,
in examining death certificates filed
by physicians with the state board of
health, has discovered and disclosed
come of more than local Interest.
They reveal each aberrations of sense
and science in the diagnosis of dis
ease and the causes of death as to
merit consideration from reformers
who wish to put nearly every act of
human life under medical supervision.
A few Instances must Bcrve to illus
trate the nature of a multitude. One
report is this: "Went to bed feeling
well, but woke up dead." Another
says: "Do not know tho cause of
death, but patient fully recovered from
last illness." . A third reported: "Last
Illness caused by chronic rheumatism,
but was cured before death." Still
another: "Deceased never had been
fatally sick." And this: "Died sud
denly; nothing serious."
Some reports are mere absurdities,
such as: "Kicked by a horw shod on
the loft kidney." "Died suddenly at
the age of one hundred and three. To
this time he bid fair to reach a ripe old
age." "Deceased died from blood poi
son, caused by a broken ankle, which
is remaikable, as the automobile
struck blm between the lamp and the
radiator." A mother Is reported to
have "died In infancy."
. The significance of these re porta lies
pff H
ment to Inspect Hetty's wardrobe, os
tensibly for the purpose of picking out
a gown for the picture. As a matter
of fact, he bad decided the point to
his own satisfaction the night before.
She should pose for him in the dainty
white dress she bad worn on that oc
casion. While they were going over the ex
tensive assortment of gowns, with
Sara as the Jujlge from whom there
seemed to be no appeal, be casually
inquired If she had ever posed before.
He watched her closely as he put
the question. She was holding up a
beautiful point lace creation for his
Inspection, and there was a pleading
smile on her lips. It must have been
her favorite gown. The smile faded
away. The hand that dangled the gar
ment before hie eyes suddenly bo-
came motionless, as If paralyzed. In
The Girl Stopped In Her Tracks.
the next Instant, she recovered her
self, and, giving the lace a quick fillip
that sent its odor of sachet leaping to
his nostrils, responded with perfect
composure.
"Isn't there a distinction between
posing for an artist, and sitting for
one's portrait?" she asked.
He was silent. The fact that he did
not respond seemed to disturb ber aft
er a moment or two. She mado the
common mistake of pressing the ques
tion.
"Why do you ask?" was her Inquiry.
When It was too late she wlehod she
bad not uttered the words. He had
caught the somewhat anxious note in
her voice.
"We always ask that, I think," be
said. "It's a habit"
"Oh," she said doubtfully.
"Ana Dy me way, you naven t an
swered."
She was buBy with the gown for a
time. At last she looked him full In
the face.
"That's true," she agreed; "I haven't
answered, have I? No, Mr. Booth, I've
never posed for a portrait It Is a
new experience for me. You will have
to contend with a great deal of stupid
lty on my part But I shall try to bo
plastic."
He uttered a polite protest and
pursued the question no farther. Her
answer had been so palpably evasive
that It struck blm as bald, even awk
ward.
Pat disgruntled and Irritable to the
point of profanity he waa a prlvl
leged character and might have sworn
if he felt llko It without receiving no
tice came shambling up the cottage
walk lato that afternoon, bearing two
large, shoulder-sagging bundles. Ho
had walked from the station a matter
of half a mile and It was hot His
employer sat In tho shady porch, view
ing bis approach.
The young man tlrew a chair up to
the table and began the task of work'
Ing out the puzzlo that now seemed
more or less near to solution. He had
a pretty clear Idea ns to the period he
wanted to Investigate. To the best of
his recollection, the Studios published
in the fact that they emanate from the
members of a learned profession,
aeoting wun tbe practice of that pro
fession. wew York World.
8mlle, and Others Will Smile.
In an elevator of one of our large
sioros t saw a lady turn her head
and In so doing, struck another lady's
face with her feather, the lady struck
was angry and scowled at the first
lady, and in so doing turned her head
and struck with her hat ornament an
other lady. This lady turned her
head and Btruck another lady's face-
this lady was annoyed, but she had
seen the others, and as she looked up
she saw two gentlemen with broad
smiles on their faces, and she smiled,
and soon the others in the car saw the'
humorous side, and there were smiles
upon smilos in that gloomy store ele
vator.
London's Modern Fire Brigade.
The London fire brigade Is rapidly
becoming a completely motor-equipped
fire fighting organization. Today Lon
don possesses 97 motor appliances and
two motor fire floats. It Is now pro
posed to spend In the near future
500,000 In providing 53 motor escape
vanB, 43 electric escape vans, 94 pe
trol or petrol electrio motor pumps, 17
motor turntable ladders, 11 motor lor
ries, S motor ladders, 15 motor
cars, and a motor canteen van, or 249
new motor appliances. In three years
horses will be unknown In the Lon
don fire brigade.
throo or four years back hold the key.
He selected the numbers nnd began
to run through them. He was search
ing for a vaguely remembered article
on one of tho leBser-known English
painters who had given great promise
at the time it was published but who
dropped completely out of notice soon
afterward because of a mistaken no
tion of his own Importance. If
Booth's memory served him right, the
follow came a cropper, so to spenk, In
trying to rldo rough shod over public
opinion, and went to tho dogs. He
had been painting sensibly up to that
time, but suddenly went In for the
most violent style of Impressionism
That was the end of him.
There had been reproductions of his
principal canvases, with sketches and
Btudles in charcoal. One of theno pic
tures had made a lasting Impression
on Booth: The figure of a young worn'
an in deep meditation standing In the
shadow of a window casement from
which sho looked out upon the world
apparently without a thought of It A
slender young woman in vague reds
and browns, whose shadowy face was
positively Illuminated by a pair of
wondorful blue eyes.
He came upon It at last. For a long
time he sat there gazing at the face
of Hotty Castleton, a look of half-won
der, half-triumph In his eyes. There
could be no doubt as to the Identity
of tho subject Tho face was hers:
tho velvety, dreamy, soulful eyes that
hnd haunted him for years, as ho now
believed. In no sense could the pic
ture be described as a portrait It was
a study, deliberately arranged and de
liberately posed for In tho artist's stU'
dlo. He was mystified. Why should
she, the daughter of Colonel Castleton
the grand-niece of an earl, be engaged
In posing for what evidently was
meant to be a commercial product of
this whilom nrtist?
Turning from a skilfully colored full
page reproduction, he glanced at first
casually over the dozen or more
sketches and studies on the succeed
ing pages. Many of them represented
Btudles of women's heads and figures,
with little or no attempt to obtain a
likeness. Some were half-draped, show
ing in a sketchy way the long graceful
lines of the half-nude figure, of bare
shoulders and breasts, of gauze-like
fabrics that but Illy concealed Impres
sive charms. Suddenly his eyes nar
rowed and a sharp exclamation fell
from his Hps. Ho bent closer to the
pages nnd studied the drawings with
redoubled Interest.
Then he whistled softly to himself, a
token of simple amazement. The bead
of each of these remarkable studies
suggested In outline the head and fea
tures of Hetty Castleton! She had
been Hawkrlght's model!
The next morning at ton be was at
Southlook, arranging bis easel and
canvas In the north end of the long
living room, where the light from the
tall French windows afforded abun
dant and well-distributed light for the
enterprise In hand. Hotty had not yet
appeared. Sara, attlrod In a loose
morning gown, was watching him from
a comfortable chair In the corner, one
shapely bare arm behind her bead; the
free hand was gracefully employed in
managing a cigarette. He was con
scious of the fact that ber lazy, half
alert gaze was upon him all the time,
although she pretended to be entirely
Indifferent to the preparations. Dimly
he 'could see the faint smile of Inter
est on her Hps.
Hetty came In, calm, serene and
lovelier than ever In the clear morn
ing light. She was wearing the simple
white gown he had cnosen the day be
fore. If she was conscious of the
rathor Intense scrutiny he bestowed
upon her as sho gave him her hand
In greeting, she did not appear to be
In tho least disturbed.
You may go away, Sara," she said
firmly. "I shull be too dreadfully self-
conscious If you are looking on."
Booth looked at her rather sharply.
Sara Indolently abandoned her com-
fortablo chair and left them alone In
the room.
"Shall wo try a few effects, Miss
Castleton?" he inquired, after a period
of constraint that had its effect on
both of them.
1 am in your hands," she said sim
ply.
He made suggestions. She fell into
the position so easily, so naturally, so
effectively, that he put aside all prevl-
ous doubts and blurted out:
You have posed before, Miss Cas
tleton."
She smiled frankly. "But not for
a really truly portrait so said.
"Such as this Is to be."
He hesitated an Instant. "I think
I recall a canvas by Maurice Hawk'
right" he said, and at once experienc
ed a curious sense of perturbation. It
was not unlike fear.
Instead of betraying the confusion
or surprise he. expected, Miss Castle
ton merely raised her eyebrows in
quiringly. "What has that to do with me, Mr.
Booth?" she asked.
He laughed awkwardly.
"Don't you know his work?" he In
quired, with a slight twist of his lip.
I may have seen his pictures," she
replied, puckering her brow as If In
reflection. "Oh," she cried, with a
bright smile of understanding. "I see!
Yes, I have a double a really remark
able double. Have you never seen Het
ty Glynn, the actress?"
"I am sure I have not," he said, tak
ing a long breath. It was one of re
lief, he remembered afterward. "If
she is so like you as all that I couldn't
haTe forgotten her,
'She la quite unknown, I believe
she went on. Ignoring the lmpllod com
pliment "A chorus girl, or something
like that They say she Is wonderfully
like me or waa, at least a few years
ago."
He was silent for a few minutes.
studying bar taca and figure) wlta the
critical eye of the artist As be turn
ed to the canvas with his crayon point
he remarked, with an unmistakable
note of relief In his voice:
"That explains everything. v It must
have been Hetty Glynn who posed for
all those things of Hawkrlght's."
"I dare say," said she Indifferently.
CHAPTER IX.
The Ghost at the Feast.
Tho next day he appeared bright
and early with his copy of tho Studio.
"Thoro," he said, holding It beforo
her eyes. She took it from his hand
and stared long and earnestly at Uie
reproduction.
"Do you think It like me?" sho In
quired Innocently.
"Amnzlngly like you," he declared
with conviction.
She turned the page. He was watch
ing her closely. As she looked upon
the sketches of the half-nude figure a
warm blush covered her face and
neck. She did not speak for a full
minute, and he wos positlvo that her
fingers tightened their grasp on the
mngazlne.
"The same model," he said quietly.
She nodded her head.
"Hetty Glynn, I am sure." she said,
after a pause, without lifting her eyes.
Her volco was low, the words not very
distinct
He drew a long breath, and sho look
ed up quickly. What he saw In her
honest blue eyes convicted her.
Sara Wrandall came Into tho room
at that moment Hetty hastily closed
tho magazine and held It behind her.
Booth had Intended to show the re
production to Mrs. Wrandall, but the
girl's behavior caused him to change
his mind. He felt that he possessed
a secret that could not be Bhared with
Sara Wrandall, then or afterward
Moreover, he decided that he would
not refer to the Hawkrlght pictures
again unless the girl herself brought
up the subject. All this flashed through
his mind as ho stepped forward to
greet the newcomer.
When he turned again to Hetty, tho
magnzine had disappeared. He never
saw It afterward, and, what is more to
tho point, he never asked her to pro
duce it.
He thought hard over the situation.
The obvious solution came to him
She had been ot one time reduced to
the necessity of posing, a circumstance
evidently known to but few and least
of all to Sara Wrandall, from whom
the girl plainly meant to keep the
truth. This conviction distressed him
but not In the way that might have
been expected. He had no scruples
about sharing the secret or In keeping
It inviolate; his real distress lay tn
the fear that Mrs. Wrandall might
hear of all this from other and per
haps ungentle sources. As for her pos
ing for Hawkrlght, It meant little or
nothing to him. In his own experience,
two girls of gentle birth had served as
models for pictures of bis own mak
ing, and he fully appreciated the exi
gencies that had driven them to It
One had posed In the "altogether.1
Sho was a girl of absolutely Irre
proachable character, who afterward
married a chap he know very well,
and who was fully aware of that short
phase in her life. That feature of the
situation meant nothing to him. He
He Was Watching Her Closely.
was In no doubt concerning Hetty. Sho
was what she appeared to be: A gen
tlewoman. He admitted to himself that be was
under the spell of her. It was not
love, he was able to contend; but
It was a mysterious appeal to some
thing within him that had never re
vealed Itself before. He couldn't
quite explain what It wns.
In his solitary hours at the collage
on the upper road, he was wont to
take his friend Leslie Wrandall Into
consideration. As a friend, was it not
his duty to go to him with his sordid
littlo tale? Was It right to let Wran
dall go on with his wooing when there
existed that which might make all the
difference In tho world to hlra? He
Invariably brought these deliberations
to a close by relaxing Into a grim smile
of amusement, as much as to say:
"Sorve him right, anyway. Trust him
to sift her antecedents thoroughly.
He's already done It and he Is quite
satisfied with -the result Serve them
all right, for that matter."
But then there was Hetty Glynn.
What of her? Hetty Orynn, real or
mythical, was a disturbing factor in
bis deductions. If there was a real
Hetty Glynn and she was Hetty Cas
tleton's double, what then?
On the fifth day of a series of rather
prolonged and tedious sittings, he was
obliged to confine his work to an hour
and a half in the forenoon. Mrs. Wran
dall was having a few friends In for
auction-bridge immediately after lunch
j pyre
eon. She asked him to stay over and
take a hand, but he docllned. He dlu
not play bridge.
(TO aUB CQtfTUTOCU
Ue lives In a pal
are whose tow
ers are tilth,
lie says "you and
me" when he
means "you and
I,"
But where others
would fall and
In poverty sigh
lie could man
age, somehow,
to moke money.
Ills soul. If a soul
he possesses. Is
small:
Ho ran see naught
In art to uplift
or enthrall,
lie has no sense of
humor, he
smiles not at all
At things which
to others are
funny.
The flower whose beauty gives (ladneaa
to me.
Whose scent makes me happy, contemp
tuously He leaves If It merely Is beautiful he
I'rlres Mowers for naught bat their
honey.
Woman's Sad Lot.
"Weren't you awfully shocked when
you heard that Mrs. Spozzum had be
gan suit for a divorce?"
"Not a bit Why should I have
been?"
"Well, It seeniH such a pity on ac
count of tho children."
"Yes, it would bo kind of unfor
tunato If tho court should decide to
give them to her to take care of. But
a woman always will have to ussuma
that risk as long as we have only
men for Judges."
Candid Opinion.
A genius Is Juflt an ordinary man
with kluks In his mind.
Tlie man who doesn't care what
other people thluk of him would gen
erally be very unhappy If he did.
Some men think
throplc when they
they have stolen.
they are phllan
glvo back what
Tact Is deceit in its dress suit
HIS CHANCE.
"I wish 1 could
do something that
would be abso
lutely new some
thing that no man
hnd ever dene be
fore," said the
sad-faced million
aire. "I can tell you how to do It," re
plied the philosopher.
"How. Tell me, man, and I will
make It worth your while."
"Look back over your career, find
out Just how much of your success
was due to your own genius and how
much of it resulted from sheer luck,
and mako a public acknowledgment
of It."
The Cry of the Disconsolate.
I wlsht 'at I was big enough v
To ro to war. fer then
I'd list enlist and never have
To go to school a Ken.
And then the jrovemiment would have
To furnish me a Run,
And I'd Jlxt shoot away all day
Gee, wouldn't It be fun! '
I wouldn't have to study then,
l'"er fenr I wouldn't pass,
And I wouldn't have to mow the lawn
Nor rake away the grass.
And when I Rot Into the gnme
Ma rouldn't rome no more.
And always rhasn me olT to git
Her soiiu'thln at the store.
I wlsht 'at I wns hlR enough
To go to war, fer then
I wouldn't have to go to church,
Nur say my prayers agen.
Another Notifying Committee.
"Well, sir," said the fair maiden's
father when tho young man had been
ushered into the private office, "what
is your biiHinees with me?"
'I have been appointed to serve as a
committee of ono to notify you that
you have been nominated to become
my father-in-law."
What He Had Done.
"What have you ever done for me?"
complained the young man whose fa
ther had chlded him for his Inability
to get ahead.
"Well, I kept your mother from nam
ing you Percy or Clarence."
" The Only Way.
'Come now, Johnny," said the teach
er, "tell us how Washington crossed
the Delaware."
"On a pass," said Johnny, whose fa
ther was a member of the legislature.
School System at Fault Again.
"Say, pa, what's an Idiom?"
"That's the Latin meanln' for more
than one Idiot. I don't know what
you're goln' to school for if they don't
learn you them kind of things there."
The Real Terror,
'Come around tomorrow evening,"
she said. "Father will be away.'.'
"No," he replied, "I muBt beg that
you will excuse me. But If that butler
of yours ever has a night off I wish
you'd let me know."
Mr. Peck.
"There's one thing," he said,
"that
'd like to know."
"I'm glad to hear It," replied Ms
wife, "although there are mauy things
that you ought to know."
' What's In a Name?
Mr. Spitcaufsky la a contractor In
Kansas City. He probably has some
good reason for clinging to It
Not Yet
No man e'er saw his margin! fade
And thought well of the Board of Trade.