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Challla Wrnnrinll In foimil mtirderoil In
nmd lioiuej noitr Nw York. Mm. Wmn
dall la aummnnud from tliu city and Itlitn-
lllea I he limly. A younif woman who ao
otnpiiiilrd Wrandall to the Inn anil ub
Uiuly dlduppeBrvd. la nunptti'twl.
Mm. Wriindull Mart tmrk for Now York
In an auto during a bliiidlnK anuw rttnrm.
On (ha way Mie meets a younK woman In
th road who provi-a to t thn woman
who killed Wriiuda.ll. KuellnK thm the
rill hud (lonu Iict a rTvlc In rldilln her
of the man who thouxh ahn lovnd him
Iwply, ,bI ruu.iud hr uruat sorrow.
Mm. Wrundall dultTinlnes In nIiImM h.T
ind laki'M her to lnrr own hmiiiv Mra.
AVrandHll heart Ihe ittory of Hetty Cn
tleton'a Ufa, cvcept that portion Hint r
lutrn to Wranilnll. 'I ll In and thfl Htory of
! IruKodv Hhn forbids tha Krl vr to
tell. Hlif offers Ili-tlv a home, friendship
and Kfinirily from iieiil on aiu'oiiot of the
ItSKidy. Hara Wrandiill and Holly re
turn to N"w York nfier nn HliHcnee of
enr In Kuropn. Iralle Wrnndall, brother
if C.'l.ullis, Incomes Knntly Interested In
Hetty. KHra sees In Leslie's Infiituatlon
pOHHlliillly for ivvetiKO on the Wrandalls
mid reparation for tlio wrotiK huh sni
ffled ft tin. hands of Chain Wramlall hy
murrylriK his murdereah Into thn rnniiiy
lsle. In coiminnv with hla friend Kriin.
don llooth, an artlul, visit Hiira at her
c c u til ry plare. I.eslle. confesses to Sara
that lie Ih iii.iilly In love with Hetty. Sara
rmi.fccs with llooth to paint a picture of
Hetty. llooth lina a hauiitln fuullnic that
ha has ween Hetty he fore. IookliiK
Ihroiiah a portfolio of picture hy an un
Known KukIIsIi Hrllst he llnda one of
Hetty. He speaks to her about It llntly
declares It niUHt be a picture of Hetty
Glynn, an EnxINh srtrtss. who resemhlea
her very much. Much to hi" 'huirrln
slle la refused by Hetty, llooth and
Hetty confess thalr love for each other,
but the latter de.'hirefi that she can never
marry us (here Is an Insurmountable bar
Tier In the wnv. Hetty admlta to Sara
that fhe loves Booth. Sara declares that
Hetty must marry 1-eMlp. who must he
made to pay 1:1s brother's debt to the
Irl. llelty again attempts In tell the
real story of the tragedy and Hara threat
ens to strangle her If she says a word.
CHAPTER XII. Continued.
"Not now. Not since I have found
you out. The thing I have feared all
long has come to pass. I am relieved,
now that you dhow me JuHt where I
truly stand, but, I asked: what of
you?"
"The world la more likely to applaud
man to curse me, Unity, it likes a
new sensation. My change of heart
will appear quite natural."
"Are you sure that the world will
applaud your real design? You hate
the Wraudalls. Will they be charitable
toward you when the truth Is given
out? Will Leslie applaud you? Listen,
please: I am trying to save you from
yourself, Sara, You will fall In every
thing you have hoped for. You will
be more accursed than I. The world
will pity me, It may even forgive me.
It will listen to my story, which Is
more than you will do, and It will be
lieve me. Ah, I am hot afrnld now.
At first I was In terror, I had no hope
to escape. All that Is past. Today I
am ready to take my chances with the
big, generous world. Men will try me,
and men are not mado of stone and
eel. They punish but they do not
avenge when they sit In Jury boxes.
They are not women! Good God, Sara.
Ii there a man living today who could
have planned this thing you have cher
ished all thexe months? Not one! And
II men will curso you for it, even
though they send me to prison or to
the chair. Hut they will not con
demn me. They will hear my story
nd they will set mo free. And then,
mlint of you?"
Sara stood perfectly rigid, regarding
this earnest rtasoner with growing
s rinder.
"My dear." ahe said, "you would bet
ter be thinking of yourself, not of me."
"Why, when 1 tell my story, the
world will hate you, Sara Wrandall.
You have helped inc. you have been
good to mo, no mutter what sinister
motive you may have had In doing so.
It is my (urn to help you."
"To help me!" cried Sara, aston
ished In spile of herself.
"Yes, To save you from execra
tion and t ton worso."
"There Is no moral wrong In mar
riage with Leslie Wrandall," said
Kara, returning to her own project.
"No moral wrong!" cried Hetty,
aghast. "No, 1 suppose not," she went
on, a moment later. "It Is something
much deeper, much blacker than moral
w rong. There Is no word for it And
If 1 marry him, what then? Wherein
lies your triumph? You enn't mean
that God In heaven! You would not
po to them with the truth when It was
too late for him to to cast me off!"
"1 am no such fool as that The
secret would be forever fafo In that
event. My triumph, as you call It,
we will not discuss."
"Mow you must hate me, to bo will
ing to do such an Infamous thing to
me!"
"I do not hato you, Hetty."
"In heaven's namo, what do you call
It?"
"Justification. Listen to mo now
I uiu saying this for your good sense
tffatlze and appreciate. Would It be
rlfcht in me to allow you to marry any
other man, knowing all that I know?
There Is but ohe man you can In Just
ice marry: the one who can repair the
wreck that his own blood creatod. Not
r.rntidnn Booth, nor any man save Les
lie Wrandall. He Is tho man who must
pay."
"I do not Intend to marry," said
Hetty.
"Hut Leslie will marry some one,
nd I Intend that It shall bo you. He
shall marry the ex-chorus girl, the
rtlst'a model, the the prostitute!
.Walt! Don't fly at me like that!
Don't assume that look of virtuous
borrorl Let me say what I have to
ay. This much of your story shall
they know, and no more. Tbey will be
proud of you!"
Hetty's eyes were biasing. "You use
that name you call me that and yet
you have kissed me, caressed me
loved me!" sho cried hoarse with pas
sion. "He will ask you tonight for the
fiecond time. You will accept htm.
That Is all."
"You must take back what you
have Just said to me of me Sara
Wrandall. You must unsay It! You
xnust beg my pardon for that!"
"1 draw no line between Lilstresa
nd proHtltuU."
, "Cut
"Enough!"
"You wrong me vilely! You must
let me"
"I have an excellent memory, and
It serves me well."
Hetty suddenly threw herself upon
the couch and burtcd her face In her
arms. Great sobs shook her slender
framo.
Sara stood over her and watched for
a long time with pitiless eyes. Then
a queer, uneasy, wondering light be'
gan to develop In those dark, ominous
eyes. She leaned forward the better
to listen to the choked, Inarticulate
words that were pouring from the
girl's lips. At last, moved by some
power she could not have accounted
for, she knelt beside the quivering
body, and laid her hand, almost tim
orously, upon the girl's shoulder.
"Hetty Hotty, If I have wronged
you In In thinking that of you I
I" she began brokenly. Then Bhe lift
ed her eyes, and the harsh light tried
to steal back into them. "No, not
What am I saying? What a fool I
am to give way "
"You have wronged me torrlbly,
terribly!" came In smothered tones
from the cushions. "I did not dream
you thought that of me."
"What was I to think?"
Hetty lifted her head and cried out:
"You would not let me speak! .You
refused to hear my story. You have
been thinking this of me all along,
holding it against me, damning me
with It, and I have been closer to yoa
than My God, what manner of
woman are you?"
Sara seized her bands and held them
In a tierce, tense grip. Her eyes were
glowing with a strange fire.
Tell me tell me now, on your soul,
Hetty were you were you "
"No! No! On my soul, no!"
"Look Into my eyes!"
The girl's eyes did not falter. She
met the dark, penetrating gaze of the
other and, though dimmed by tears.
her blue eyes were steadfast and roso
lute. Sara seemed to be searching the
very soul of her, the soul that laid
Itself bare, denudod of every vestige
of guile.
"I I think I believe you," came
slowly from the lips of the searcher.
"You are looking the truth. I can see it
Hetty, I I don't understand myself.
Is is so so overwhelming, so tre
mendous. It is so Incredible. Am I
really believing you? Is It possible
that I have been wrong In "
"Let me tell you everything," cried
the girl, suddenly throwing her arms
about her.
"Not now! Walt! Give me time to
think. Go away now. I want to be
alone." She arose and pushed the girl
toward the door. Her eyes were fixed
on ber In a wondering, puzzled sort
of way, and she was shaking her head
as if trying to discredit the new emo
tion that bad come to displace tho one
created ages ago.
Slowly Hetty CaBtleton retreated
toward the door. With her band on
the knob, she paused. i
'After what has happened, Sara, you
must not expect me to stay with you
any longer. I cannot You may give
me up to tho luw, but "
Some one was tapping gently at the
door.
Shall I see who It Is?" asked the
girl, after a long period of silence.
"Yes."
It was Murray. "Mr. Leslie has re
turned, Miss Castleton, and asks If
he may see you at once. He says It
Is very Important.
Tell him I will be down In a few
minutes, Murray."
After the door closed, she waited
until tho footman's steps died away
on the stairs.
"I shall say no to him, Sara, and I
shall say to him that you will tell him
Tell Mo Tell Me, Now on Your
Soul, Hetty"
why I cannot be his wife. Do you
understand? Are you listening to me?"
Sara turned away without a word
or look of response.
Hetty quietly opened the door and
went out
CHAPTER XIII.
The Second Encounter,
Booth trudged rapidly homeward
after leaving Hetty at tho lodge. He
was throbbing all over with the love
of her. The thrill of conquest was In
his blood. She had raised a mysteri
ous barrier; all th more zest to the
Inevitable victory that would be his.
He would delight In overcoming ob
staclesthe bigger the better for his
heart was valiant and the prize no
smaller than those which the ancient
knights went out to battle for In the
lists of love.
It was enough for tho present to
know that she loved him.
What If she were Hetty Clynn?
What If she had been an artist's
model? The look he had had Into tho
soul of her through those pure blue
fp
eyes was all-convincing. Bhe was wor
thy of the noblest love.
After luncheon served with some
exasperation by Patrick an hour and a
balf later than usual he smoked his
pipe on the porch and stared remlnlS'
cently at the shifting clouds above the
tree tops.
He did not see tho Wrandall motor
at bis garden gate until a lusty voice
brought blm down from the clouds Into
the range of earthly sounds. Then
he dashed out to the gate, bareheaded
and coatless, forgetting that he had
been sitting In the obscurity of trailing
vines and purple blossoms the while
he thought of ber.
Leslie was sitting on the wide seat
between bis mother and sister.
"Glad to see you back, old man,1
said llooth, reaching In to shako hands
with him. "Day early, aren't you?
Good afternoon, Mrs. Wrandall. Won't
you come In?"
He looked at Vivian as he gave the
Invitation.'
"No, thanks," she replied. "Won't
you coma to dinner this evening?"
He hesitated. "I'm not quite sure
whother I can, Vivian. I've got a half
way sort of"
"Oh, do, oi l chap," cut In Leslie,
more as a comuv.nd than an entreaty.
"Sorry I can't be there raysolf, but
you 11 fare quite as well without me.
I'm dining at Sara's. Wants my pri
vate ear about one thing and another
see what I mean?"
"We shall expect you, Urandon,"
said Mrs. Wrandall, fixing blm with
ber lorgnette.
"I'll come, thank you," said he.
He felt disgustingly transparent un
der that inquisitive glass.
Wrandall etepped out of the car.
"I'll stop off for a chat with Brandy,
mother."
"Shall I send the car back, dear?"
"Never mind. I'll walk down."
The two men turned In at the gate
as the car sped away.
"Well," said Booth, "It's good to see
you. Pat!" He called through a base
ment window. "Como up aud take tbo
gentleman's order."
"No drink for me, Brandy. I've been
In the temperance state of Maine for
two weeks. One week more of it and
I'd have been completely pickled. I
shall always remember Maine."
Booth sat down on the porch rail.
booked ble toes In the supports and
proceeded to fill bis pipe. Then be
struck a match and applied It Leslie
watching him with moody eyes.
How do you like the portrait, old
man?" he Inquired between punctu
ating puffs.
"It's bully. Sargent never did any
thing finer. Ripping."
"I owe it all to you, Les."
"To me?"
"You Induced her to sit to me."
"So I did," said Leslie sourly.
was Mr. Fix-It Bure enough." He al
lowed a short Interval to elapse be
fore taking the plunge. "I suppoeo,
old chap. If I should happen to need
your valuablo services as best man
In the near future, you'd not disap
point me?"
Booth eyed him quizzically. "I trust
you re not throwing yourself away,
Les." he said drily. "I mean to say,
on some one well, some one not
quite up to tho mark."
Leslie regarded blm with somo se
verity. "Of course not old chap,
wnni ine uevn put. mat. into your
head?
"I thought that possibly you'd been
making a chump of yourself up In
the Maine woods."
Time! Don't be an ass. What's
the sense pretending you don't know
who she Is?"
'I suppose It's Hotty Castleton,"
said Booth, pulling away at bis pipe.
vno else i
"Think she'll have you, old man?"
asked Booth, after a moment
"I don't know," replied the other,
a bit dashed. "You might wish me
luck, though."
Booth knocked the burnt tobacco
from the bowl of his pipe. A serious
line appeared between bis eyes. He
was a falr-mlndcd fellow, without
guile, without a single treacherous
Instinct
"I can't wish you luck, Les," be
said slowly. "You see I'm I'm In
love with her myself."
"The devil!" Lcglle sat bolt up
right and glared at blm. "I might
have known! And and Is she In
love with you?"
"My dear fellow, you reveal con
siderable lack of tact in asking that
question."
"What I want to know Is this," ex
claimed Wrandall, very pale but very
hot: "Is she going to marry you?"
Booth smiled. "I'll be perfectly
frank with you. She snys she won't."
Leslie gulped. "So you've asked
her?"
"Obviously." ,
"And she said she wouldn't? She
refused you? Turned you down?" HIb
llttlo mustache ehot up at the ends
and a Joyous, triumphant laugh broke
from his lips. "Oh, this Is rich! Ha,
ha! Turned you down, eh? Poor old
Brandy! You're my best friend, and
dammit I'm sorry. I mean to say,"
he wont on In some embarrassment,
"I'm sorry for you. Of course, ypu
can hardly expect me to er "
"CerUlnly not," accepted Booth
amiably. "I quite understand."
"Then, since she's refused you, you
might wish me hotter luck."
"That would mean giving up hope."
"Hope?" exclaimed Leslie quickly.
"You don't mean to say you'll annoy
her with your "
"No, I shall not annoy her," replied
his friend, shaking his bead.
"Well, I should hope not," said
Leslie with a scowl. "Turned you
down, ch? Ton my soul!" He ap
peared to be relishing the Idea of It
"Sorry, old chap, but I suppose you
understand Just what that iffcans."
Booth's lips hardened for an In
stant, then relaxed Into a queer, al
most pltyluu suill.
"And you want me to be your best
man?" he said reflectively.
Leslie arose. His chest seemed to
swell a little; assuredly he was breath
ing much easier. He assumed an
air of compassion.
"I shan't Insist, old fellow, If you
feol you'd rather not er See what
I mean?" It then occurred to him to
utter a word or two of kindly advice.
"I shouldn't go on moping If I were
you, Brandy. 'Pon my soul, I shouldn't
Take It like a man. I know It hurts,
but Pooh! What's the use aggra
vating the pain by butting agalnt: a
stone wall?"
His companion looked out over the
tree tops, nis bands In bis trousers
pockets,' and It must be confessed
that his manner was hot that of one
who Is oppressed by despair.
"I think I'm taking it like a man,
Leslie Sat Bolt Upright and Glared at
. Him.
Les," he said. "I only hope youH
take It as nicely If she says nay to
you."
An uneasy look leaped Into Leslie's
face. He seemed noticeably less cor
pulent about the chest He wondered
if Booth knew anything about his
Initial venture. A question rose to
his Hps, but be thought quickly and
held It back. Instead, he glanced at
bis watch.
"I'Uiust be off. See you tomorrow,
I hope."
"So long," said Booth, stopping at
the top of the steps while his visitor
skipped down to the gate with a
nlmbleness that suggested the forma
tion of a suddon resolve.
Leslie did not waste time In part
ing Inanities he strode off briskly In
the direction of home, but not without
a furtive glance out of the tall of his
eye as be disappeared beyond the
hedgerow at the end of Booth's gar
den. That gentleman was standing
where he had left blm, and was filling
his plpo once more.
Tho day was warm, and Leslie was
In a dripping perspiration when he
reached home. He did not enter the
house but mado bis way direct to the
garage.
"Get out the car at once, Brown,"
was his order. '
Three minutes later he was being
driven over the lower road toward
Southlook, taking good care to avoid
Booth's place by the matter of a mile
or more. He was In a fever of hope
and eagerness. It was very plain to
him why she bad refused Booth. The
Iron was hot He didn't Intend to
lose any time In striking.
And now we know why he came
again to Sara's in the middle of a
blazing afternoon, Instead of waiting
until the more seductive shades of
night bad fallen, when the moon sat
serene in the seat of the Mighty,
a a a a a a a
He didn't have to wait long for Hot
ty. Up to the Instant of her appear
ance In the door, he had reveled In
the thought that the way was now
paved with roBes. But with her en
trance, be felt bis confidence and
courage slipping. Perhaps that may
explain the abruptness with which he
proceeded to go about the business
In hand.
"I couldn't wait till tonight." he ex
plained as she came slowly across
the room toward him. She was half
way to him before be awoke to the
fact that he waa standing .perfectly
still. Then he started forward, some
how Impelled to meet her at least
half-wny. "You'll forgive me, Hetty,
If I have disturbed you."
"I was not lying down, Mr... Wran
dall," she said quietly. There was
nothing ominous in tho words, but he
experienced a sudden sensation of
cold. "Won't you sit down? Or would
you rather go out to the terrace?"
"It's much more comfortable hero.
If you don't mind. I I suppose you
know what It la I want to say to you.
You "
"Yes, she Interrupted wearily;
"and knowing as much, Mr. Wrandall,
It would not be fair of me to let
you go on."
"Not fair?" he said. In honest amaze
ment "But, my dear, I"
"Please, Mr. Wrandall," she ex
claimed, with a pleading little smile
that would have touched the heart of
anyone but Leslie. "Please don't go
on. It Is quite as Impossible now as
It waa before. I have not changed."
He could only say, mechanically:
"You haven't?"
"No. I am sorry If you have
thought that I might come to"
"Think, for heaven's sake, think
what you are doing!" he cried, feeling
for the edge of the table with a support-seeking
hand. "I I had Sara's
word that you were not"
"Unfortunately Sara cannot speak
for me In a matter of this kind. Thank
you for the honor you would"
"Honor be. hanged!" he blurted out,
losing his temper. "I love you! It's
a uurely selilsu thing with mo, and
I'm blowed If I consider It an honor
to be refused by any woman. I "
"Mr. Wrandall!" she cried, fixing
blm with her' flashing, indignant eyes,
"You are forgetting yourself." She
was standing very straight and slim
and imperious before him.
He quailed. "I I beg your pardon.
I-I-"
"There Is nothing more to be said,"
she went on Icily. "Goodby."
"Would you mind telling me whoth
er there is anyone else?" he asked, as
be turned toward the door.
"Do you really feel that you have
the right to ask that question, Mr.
Wrandall?"
He wet his Hps with his tongue.
"Thee, there Is some one!" he cried,
rapping the table with his knuckles
He didn't realize till afterward how
vigorously he rapped. "Some con
founded English nobody, I suppose."
She smiled, not unkindly, "There
Is no English nobody, if that answers
your question."
"Then, will you be kind enough to
oner a reason ror not giving me a
fair chmice In a clear field? I think
it's due"
"Can't you see bow you are dis
tressing me? Must I again go through
that horrid arena In tha vnrHn?
Can't you take a plain no for an an
swer?" "Good Lord!" he gasped, and In
those two words he revealed the com
plete overturning of a lifelong esti
mate of himself. It seemed to take
more than his breath away.
"Goodby," she said with finality.
He stared at the door through which
she disappeared, his bopee, his con
celt, bis self-regard trailing after ber
with shameless disloyalty to the
standards he had set for them, and
then, with a rather ghastly smile of
sclf-commlseratlon on his Hps, he
slipped out of the house, Jumped Into
the motor car, and gave a brief but
explicit command to the chauffeur,
who lost no time in assisting his mas
ter to turn tall In Ignominious flight
Hetty was gloomily but resolutely
employed In laying out certain of her
personal belongings, preparatory to
packing them for departure, when
Sara entered her room.
They regarded each other steadily,
questlonlngly for a short space of
time. '
"Leslie has Just called up to ask
'what the devil' I meant by letting
htm make a fool of himself," said
Sara, with a peculiar little twlBted
smile on ber Hps.
Hetty offered no comment, but after
a moment gravely and rather wistfully
called attention to ber present occu
pation by a significant flaunt of ber
hand and a saddened smile.
"I eee," said Sara, without emotion.
"If you choose to go, Hetty, I shall
not oppose you."
"My position here is a false one,
Sara. I prefer to go."
"This morning I should have held
a sword over your head.
"It Is very difficult for me to realize
all that has happened."
'You are free to depart. You are
free In every sense of the word. Your
future rests with yourself, my dear."
'It hurts me more than I can toll
to feel that you have been hating me
all these months." y
"It hurts me now."
Hetty walked to the window and
looked out.
'What are your plans?" Sara In
quired, after an Interval.
"I shall seek employment and wait
for you to act."
"I? You mean?"
"I shall not run away, Sara. Nor do
I Intend to reveal myself to the au
thorities. I am not morally guilty of
crime. A year ago I feared the con
sequences of my deed, but I have
learned much since then. I was a
stranger In a new world. In England
PUBLIC DINNER A NUISANCE?
New York Newspaper Says It Is, Both
on Account of Poor Food and
Poor Speaker.
It has long been the agreeable habit
of friendly organizations, from the
Sons of St. Pntrlck to the New Eng
land society, the Ohio, the Southern
and others, to give occasional dinners
at which they may refresh their spir
its with the familiar dialect which is
grateful In the ears long unused to It,
and by reminding each other of what
a good place the old home was, and
is, remarks the New York Evening
Sun. But the old custom has long
since become a bore beyond descrip
tion because of the inordinate atten
tion required of the diners to a long
array of speakers, none of whom has
anything In particular to say, and at
the snme tlme because of the very
indifferent quality of the dinner pro
vided. It is no doubt true ' that the
great majority of persons who go to
these dinners do not know or care
what they eat, and therefore gobble
the usually very Indifferent food set
before them and wait, helplessly, for
"the speakers."' Their own Indiffer
ence Is much to blame or the general
stodglness. It is encouraging, of
course, to observe that the disgust
with Buch silliness as this has finally
resulted In an explosion which would
do away entirely with the public din
ner. The private dinner, of course,
chosen carefully aud served to a
small and congenial company, Is one
of the most honorable and sacred so
cial rites in the civilized world; men
and women will always stand up to
defend and maintain It But the
great machine-made dinner la a fool-,
we have been led to believe that you
lynch women here as readily as you
lynch men. I now know better than
that. From you alone I learned my
greatest lesson. You revealed to me
the true meaning of human kindness.
You shielded me who should not
Even now I believe that your first
impulse was a tender one. I Bhall
not forget It, Sara. You will live to
regrei. the baser thought that came
later on. I have loved you yes, al
most as a good dog loves hie master.
It Is not for me to tell the story of
that night and all these montljs to
the world. I would not be betraying
myself, but you. You would be called
upon to explain, not I. And you would
be the one to suffer. When you met
me on the road that night I was on
my way back to the Inn to give my
self Into custody. You have made It
impossible for me to do so now. My
Hps are sealed. It rests with you,
Sara."
Sara Joined her In the broad win
dow. There was a strangely exalted
look In her face. A gilded blrdcago
hung suspended In the casement With
out a word, she threw open the win
dow screen. The gay little canary In
the gilded cage cocked his head and
watched her with alert eyes. Then
she reached up and gently removed
the cage from Its fastenings. Putting
It down upon the window sill, she
opened the tiny door. The bird hopped
about his prison In a state of great
excitement.
Hetty looked on, fascinated.
At laBt a yellow streak shot out
through the open door and an instant
later resolved Itself into the bobbing,
fluttering dlcky-blrd that had lived
in a cage all its life without an hour
of freedom. For a few seconds It
circled over the tree tops and then
alighted on one of the branches. One
might well have imagined that be
could hear Its tiny heart beating with
terror. Its wings were half-raised and
fluttering, Its head Jerking from side
to side In wild perturbation. Taking
courago, Master Dicky bopped timo
rously to a nearby twig, and then ven
tured a flight to a tree top nearer the
window casement. Perched In its top
most branches he cheeped shrilly, as
If there was fear In his little breast.
In silence the two women in the
window watched the agitated move
ments of the bird. The same thought
was in the mind of each, the same
question, the same intense wish.
A brown thrush sped through the'
air, close by the timid canary. Like
a flash It dropped to the twigs lower
down, its wings palpitating In violent
alarm.
"Dicky!" called Sara Wrandall, and
then cheeped between ber teeth.
A moment later Dicky was fluttering
about the eaves; bis circles grew
Btnaller, bis winging less rhythmical,
till at last with a nervous little flutter
he perched on the top of the window
shutter, so near that they might have
reached to him with their hands. Ha
Bat there with his head cocked to one
side.
"Dicky!" called Sara again. This
time she held out her linger. For some
time he regarded It with indifference,
not to say disfavor. Then he took one
more flight, but much shorter than the
first, bringing up again at the shutter
top. A second later he hopped down
and his little talons gripped Sara's
finger with an- earnestness that loft
no room for doubt
She lowered her hand until It was
even with the open door of the gilded
cage. He shot Inside with a whir that
suggested a scramble. With hie wings
folded, he sat on his little trapeze
and cheeped. She closed and fastened
the door, and then turned to Hetty.
"My symbol," she said softly.
There were tears In Hetty's eys.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
lsssgMIII.MBsMssara
Ish anomaly to begin with; nobody
but the hotelkeepers, who charge
enough to pay for a much more tempt
ing dinner than they servo, feels any
tenderness for It
Pie, the National Dish.
Three years ago a pie-eating con
test was held for the championship
of New Jersey, relates the London
Chronicle. In the United States pie
Is a national dish, and the variety
with which the competitors had . to
struggle consisted of a layer of
pnetry a quarter of an Inch thick,
spread with cannrd fruit the average
weight being half a pound. Accord
ing to the report of a local Journal,
"amid enthusiasm, thirty-five young
men, trained to the minute, entered
the contest for the championship.
The state record of twenty-six pies in
half an hour fell during the battle.
Walter Tappln of Tllsomfleld, N. J.,
was the winner. He managed to put
himself on the outside of twenty
seven pies in the allotted time. For
this he received the "championship
belt." It should have beta an elastic
one.
Georgia Invasion.
"It's been the dream of tha old
man's life to see Wash'ton," said
the Blllvllle matron, "an' now he's
a-goln' thar, an' I'm a-goln' with blm.
'I won't be unknown thar,' bo says,
'fer I've been a member of six Georgia
legislatures, an' tny one of 'em could
beat congpess a-ralsln' of the place
whar Satan lives at an' adoln' of
nuthln!' But what we want to see
most Is the place whar they make
the money, an' And out bow comn an'
why we don't git our share of U." -Atlanta
CoustltuUuJ.
FATHER'S TURN TO THINK
uaugnier somewnat Pert Oberv,
lion must nave uiven Him
Something of a Jolt.
(Ill' 1 . . . a ..
vb uio.Bie.rs set, xor mo yougsteri
a uihiuTi Biuuuiiiu iiiuu wo Si't fo
mnlrA n ulllr nilroa nut nf a r.,
the stupidest and ugliest failures
.mieiiiH expect ineir sous uiiil rtaugh
ters to grow up miracles of beauty,
telllgence and success.
the occasion the Lambs' Gambol
New York. He continued:
i, I ... , 1 1. i
Duun-uiueD, uiuufeu, hui.'ii parent!
are caueu suarpiy to tueinsi'lvi s. ji
1 1 . , . . .
Jolt Is unpleasant.
a lamer sam to nis pretty daueh-
iui uuu evening, mm a Buuriu ui, ailgrj
luugn:
i nut young jamson nas the fan
to warn to marry you: A incro book
keeper!
uut, iatner,- sam me gin, 'i 0
Mr. Jamson. wiiat is your objection
to our marriage?
wny, roarea tne old man, 'why
he couidn t support you decently,'
nut, ratner,- said tlie girl, 'neltbei
can you.'
Granted.
A unceeiuitu uiu luuy ttUIKCd 111
t ... . A .. 1 .1 I .. .1 . . .
T7M I. . . 1 .. 1 . . ,
rum aveuuu uuuguiB uu 10 uie ana
oi tier nusDana, wno was a little bit
naru oi wearing, a gin Drusin d pan
mem ruaeiy, Dumping into the oil
lady.
alio uiuii t ecu oa j .AUune mv,
she said Indignantly to her husband
"What, my dear?" he inquire
mildly.
rne old may repeated tier state
ment in a louder tone. Still the old
gentleman did not understand.
Excuse me. ' she shrieked abovi
the rush and roar of the automobllei
Certainly, my dear,' he answered
Hnni..i.. un.. ...in. ,i .1 ......
In Order to Escape.
One day a youne man entered a stu
dio to be photographed. In posing
ne nuncnea nis uacK. as u i wen
broken and twisted his face Into
dreadful mask.
"whats the matter with you? An
you crazy?"
' tin on." lift sain. "Take me lust U
I am. You see. I'm trvlnir to net oat
nf an nmcrpmpnt with a em. nnd lvt
written her that I've been disfigured
fti a motor ncclilent nnd I want to
send her this photo to 'show how
look."
Nothing but the Truth.
"Mis' Anna." said old Aunt Milly
"d;it vnller ml miv klie ain t IR'vef
tnln n lip Rlio nnv slip nllun tell r
truf."
"Well rtnn't vnn lielleVH her. Aunt
Mllly?"
"V mn'nm dnt All don't! All k!10i
Hnra ain't ftnt milnli truf in de
world!"
Everybody Praised but Father.
"Pnnr Tnmnklns never nets SOJ
credit for what ho does."
"That's the fate of some men."
Ilia innmtflPtf trata till, rreillt Of
All 1a a rwmili na lin mil iri his wife
Alia Drm wti , h.
nn iuu n . ii-D uu iit"' "i
nut Ha sTollt for lila tii:innors. ADQ
i.t- j i. ..t tit fitr hi
Sjcia itiv vivuiv uiu
ins uuuguiers gti. mo .n:i. -
ability to dance the maxlxe.
IMa Chanca for an Araumcnt.
iiauci, hi ci o a w ft w v
boud." suid the diner.
nrallar "It'a tha VDfV l:it''.St thlL
A C3i Dll. ICQ.
TV (kl IV-'I b U V
sir."
No man ever lived long f noutb l
do all the things his wife wanted m
to do.
If you would make a tonl of a ma
pick out a dull one.
Keep Cool
and
Comfortable
' Don't soend so much of
your time cooking during hot
weather; and your family will
be healthier
without the heavy
cooked foods.
Give them
Post
Toasties
They're light and easily
digested and yet nounshrt
and satisfying. No bother
preparation just pour h"
the package and add creJJ
and sugar-or they're row
good with fresh berries
fruit
The Memory Ling