THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS. McCONNELLSBURO, PA.
The Hollow
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Georsfe Barr McGutcheon
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CHAPTER XVII. Continued.
Ha did not once Interrupt ber. AH
the time she was speaking be was
studying the profile of ber (ace as If
fascinated by its strange immobility.
For the matter of a full half hour he
at on the rail, hie back against a post,
his arraB folded across the breast of
the thick ulster he wore, staring at
her, drinking in every word of the
story she told. A look of surprise
crept Into his face when she came to
the point where the thought of marry
ing Hetty to the brother of her victim
first began to manifest Itself In her
doslgns. For a time the look of In
credulity remained, to be succeeded
by utter scorn as Bbe went on with
the recital. Her reasons, her excuses,
her explanations for this masterstroke
In the way of compensation for all
thut she had endured at the hand of
the scornful Wrandalls, all of whom
were hateful to her without exception,
stirred him deeply. He began to un
derstand the forces that compellod her
to resort to this Machiavellian plan
for revenge on them. She admitted
everything: her readiness to blight
Hetty's life forever; her utter callous
ness In laying down these ugly plans;
her surpassing vindlctlveness; her re
flections on the triumph she was to
enjoy whon her aims were fully at
tained. She confessed to a genuine
pity for Hetty Castleton from the be
ginning, but It was outweighed by that
thing she could only describe as an
obsession! . . . How she bated the
Wrandalls! . . . then came the
real awakening: when the truth came
to her ae a revelation from God. Hetty
had not been to blame. The girl was
Innocent of the one sin that called
for vengeanco so far as she was con
cerned. The slaying of Challls Wran
dall was justified! All these months
she had been harboring a woman she
believed to have been his mistress aa
well as bis murderess. It was not so
much the murderess that she would
have foisted upon the Wrandulls as a
daughter, but the mlstresti! . . .
She loved the girl, she hud loved her
from that first night Buck of It all,
therefore, lay the stern, unsuspected
truth: from the very beginning she In
stinctively had known this girl to be
innocent of gullo. . . . Her house
of cards fell down. There was noth
ing left of the plans on which It had
been constructed. It had all been
swept away, even as ebe strove to
protect it against destruction, and the
ground was strewn with the ashes of
fires burnt out. . . . She was
shocked to find that she bad even
built upon the evil spot! ... Al
most word for word she repeated Hot
ty's own Btory of her meeting with
Challle Wrandall, and how she went,
step by step and blindly, to the last
scene In the tragedy, when his vlle
ness, bis true nature was revealed to
her. The girl had told her everything.
She had thought herself to be in love
with Wrandall. She was carried away
by his protestations. She was In fat u
ated. (Sara smiled to herself as she
spoke of this. She knew Challls Wran
dall's charm!) The girl believed In
him implicitly. When he took her to
Burton's Inn It was to make her bis
wife, as she supposed. He bad ar
ranged everything. Then came the
truth. She defended herself. .
"I came upon her in the road on
that wild night, Brandon, at the place
I pointed out. Can you picture her as
I have described her? Can you pic
ture her despair, her hopelessness, her
misery? I have told you everything,
froni beginning to end. You know how
she came to me, how I prepared ber
for the sacrifice, bow she left me. I
have not written to her. I cannot. She
must bate me with all her soul. Just as
I have hated the Wrandalls, but with
greater reuson, I confess. She would
have given herself up to the luw long
ago,-If It had not been for exposing
me to the world as her defender, her
protector. She knew she was not mor
ally guilty of the crime of murder. In
the beginning she was afraid. She
did not know our land, our laws. In
time she came to understand that she
was In no real peril, but then It was
too late. A confession would have
placed me In an Impossible position,
You see, she thought of mo all this
time. She loved me as no woman evor
loved another. Was not I the wife
of the man she had killed, and was
not I the noblest of all women In her
eyes? God! And to think of what
had planned for her!"
This was the end of the story.
The words died away In a sort of
whimpering wall, falling In with the
wind to be lost to his straining ears.
Her head drooped, her arms hung
limply at her side.
For a long time he sat there in si
lence, looking out over the darkening
. water, unwilling, unable Indeed, to
speak. Hie heart was full of compos
slon for her, mingling strangely with
what was left of scorn and horror,
What could he say to her?
At last she turned to him. "Now
you know all that I can tell you of
Hotty Castleton of Hetty Glynn. You
could not have forced this from me,
Brandon. She would not tell you. It
was left for me to do In my own good
time. Well. I have spoken. What
have you to say?"
"I can only say, Sara, that I thank
God for everything," ho Bald slowly,
"For everything?"
"I thank God for you, for her and
for everything. I thank God that she
found him out in time, that she kllle
him, that you shielded her, that you
foiled to carry out your devilish
scheme, ond that your heart Is very
sore today."
"You do not despise mo?"
. "No. I am sorry for you."
Hor eyes narrowed. "I don't want
you to feel sorry for mo."
"You don't understand. I am Borry
for you because you hove found your-
self out and must be dosplHlng your
self."
You have guessed the truth. I de
spise myself. But what could be ex
pected of me?" she asked Ironically.
As the Wrandalls would say, 'blood
will tell.' "
Nonsense! Don't talk like thatl
It Is quite unworthy of you. In spite
of everything, Sara, you are wonder
ful. The very thing you tried to do,
the" way you went about It, the way
you surrender, makes for greatuess in
u. If you had gone on with It and
succeeded, that fact alone would have
put you In the class with the great,
strong, virile women of history. It
With the Medlcls, the Borglas
and" she began bitterly.
"Yes, with them. But they were
great women, just the same. You are
greater, for you have more than they
possessed: a conscience, t Wish I
could tell you just what I QieL I
haven't tho words. I "
I only want you to tell me the
truth. Do you despise roe?"
Again I say that I do not. I can
only say that I regard you with yes,
1th awe."
"Aa one might think of a deadly
serpent"
"Hardly that" he sold, smiling for
the first time. He crossed over and
laid bis bund on ber shoulder. "Don't
think too meanly of yourself. I under
stand It all. You lived for months
without a heart, that's all."
"You put It very gently."
"I think I am right. Now, you've
got It back, and it's hungry for the
weet good things of life. You want
to be happy. You want to love again
and" to be loved. You don't want to
pitied. I understand. It's the return
of a heart that went away long months
ago and left an empty place that you
HUed with gall. - The bitterness Is
gone. There is somemiug sweoi id
Its placo. Am I not right?"
She hesitated. "If you mean that
want to be loved by my enemies,
Brandon, you are wrong," she said
clearly. "I have not been chastened
In that particular."
"You mean the Wrandalls?"
"It Is not In my nature to love my
enemies. We stand on the some foot
lug os before, and always ihall. They
understand me, I understand tbera. 1
am glad that my project failed, not for
their sake, but for my own."
He was silent This woman was be
yond him. He could not understand a
nature like this.
You Bay nothing. Well, I can't ask
you to understand. We will not dls
cuss my enemies, but my friends
What do you Intend to do in respect
to Hetty?"
I am going to make her my wife,
he said levelly.
She turned away. It was now quite
dark. Ho could not see tho expres
sion on her face.
What you have heard docs not
weaken your love for her?'
"No. It strengthens It"
"You know what ehe has done. She
has taken a life with ber own hands.
Can you take ber to your bosom, can
you make her the mother of your own
children? Remember, there Is blood
on her hande."
"Ah, but her heart Is clean!"
"True." she said moodily, "her heart
Is clean."
No cleaner than yours Is now,
Sara."
She uttered a short, mocking laugh
It Isn't neceBsary to say a thing
like that to me."
"I beg your pardon."
Her manner changed abruptly. She
turned to him. Intense and serious.
'She Is so far away, Brandon. On
tho other side of the world, and ehe
Is full of loathing for me. How am 1
This Woman Was Beyond Him.
to regain what I have lost? How am
I to make her understand? She went
awav with that last ugly thought of
me, with the thought of me as I ap
peared to hor on that last, enlighten
lng day. All these months it has been
growing more horrible to her. It ha
been beside her all the time. All
these months she has known that I
pretended to love her ae "
"I don't believe you know Hetty os
well as you think you do," he broke
In. "You forget that she loved you
with all her soul. .Y$u can't kill love
so easily as all that It will bo all
right Sara. You must write and ask
her to come back. It"
"Ah, but you don't know!" Then
she related the story of the liberated
cunary bird. "Hetty understonds. The
cago door is open. She may return
when she chooses, but don't you seo
he muBt come of her own free
will."
"You will not ask her to come?"
"No. It Is the test. She will know
that I have told you everything. You
will go to her. Then she may und
stand. If she forgives she will com
buck. There Is nothing else to say,
nothlna cIbo to consider."
'1 Bhall ko to her at once," ho said
roflnlntelV.
She gave him a quick, searching
glance.
i 111 ! -?a
"She may refuse to marry you, even
now, Brandon."
V'She can't!" he cried. An lnetant
later his face fell. "By Jove, I I sup
pose the law will have to be consid
ered now. She will at least have to
go through the form of a trial."
She whirled on him angrily. "The
law? What has the law to do with
it? Don't be a fool!"
She ought to be legally exoner
ated." he said.
Her Angers gripped his arm fiercely.
I want you to understand one thing,
Brandon. The story I have told you
as for your ears alone. The secret
lives with us and dies with us."
He looked hie relief. "Right! It
must go no further. It Is not a mat
tor for the law to decide. You may
trust me."
"I am cold," she said. He heard
her teeth chatter distinctly as she
pulled her thick mantle closor about
her throat and shoulders. "It is very
raw and wet down here. Come!"
As she started off along the long.
narrow pier, he sprang after her,
grasping hor arm. She leaned rather
heavily against him for a few steps
und then dn-w herself up. Her teeth
till chattered, her arm trembled in
his clasp.
By Jove, Sara, this Is bad," he
cried, in distress. "You're chilled to
the marrow."
"Nerves," she retorted, and he some
how felt that her Hps were set and
drawn.
You must get to bed right away.
Hot bath, mustard, and all that I'll
not stop for dinner. Thanks just the
same. I will be over In the morn
ing." "When will you sail?" she asked.
after a moment
"I can't go for ten days, at least
My mother goes Into the hospital next
week for an operation, as I've told you.
can't leave until after that's over.
Nothing serious, but well, I can't go
away. I Bhall write to Hetty tonight,
and cable her tomorrow. By the way,
I don't know just where to find her.
You see, we were not to write to each
other. It was In the bargain. I sup
pose you don't know how I can "
'Yes, I can tell you precisely where
she Is. She is In Venice but leaves
there for Rome, by the Express."
"Then you have been hearing from
her?" he cried sharply.
"Not directly. But I will say this
much: there has not been a day since
she landed In England that I have not
received news of her. I have not
been out of touch with her, Brandon,
not even for an hour."
Good heaven, Sara! You don't
mean to say you've had her shadowed
by by detectives," be exclaimed,
aghast
Her maid Is a very faithful serv
ant," was ber ambiguous rejoinder.
CHAPTER XVIII.
Disturbing News.
He walked home swiftly through
the early night, his brain seething with
tumultuous -thoughts. . The revela
tions of the day were staggering; the
whole universe seemed to have turned
topsy-turvy since that devastating
Hour at Burton's Inn. Somehow he
was not able to confine his thoughts
to Hetty CaBtleton olone. She seemed
to sink into the background, despite
tho absolution he had been so ready,
so eager to grant her on hearing the
story from Sara's Hps. Not that bis
resolve to search her out and claim
ber in spite of everything was likely
to weaken, but that the absorbing fig
ure of Sara Wrandall stood out most
clearly in bis reflections.
What an amazing creature she was!
He could not drive her out of his
thoughts, even when he tried to con
centrate them on the one person who
was dearest to him of all In all the
world, his warm-hearted, adorable
Hotty. Strango contrasts suggested
themselves to him as, he strode along,
head bent and shoulders hunched. He
could not help contrasting the two
women. He loved Hetty; ho would
always love ber, of that he was posi
tive. She was Sara's superior in ev
ery respect, infinitely so, be argued.
And yet thero was something in Sara
that could crowd this adored one, this
perfect one out of his thoughts for the
time being. He found it difficult to
concentrate hie thoughts on Hetty
Castleton.
How white and 111 Sara hod looked
when she said good night to him at
the door! The memory of her dark,
mysterious eyes haunted him; be
could see them In the night about him.
They had boen full of pain; there were
torrents of tears behind them. They
had glistened as If burnished by the
fires of fever.
Even as he wrote his long, trium
phant letter to Hetty Castleto the
picture of Sara Wrandall encroached
upon his mental vision. He could not
drive it out He thought of her as
she had appeared to him early In the
Lsprlng; through all the varying stages
of their growing Intimacy; through the
Interesting days when he vainly tried
to translate her matchless beauty by
means of wretched pigments; up to
this present hour In which she was
revealed, and yet not revealed, to him.
Her vivid face was always before him.
botween his eyee and the thin, white
paper on which he scribbled so eager
ly. Her feverish eyes were looking
Into his; she was rending what he
wrote before It appeared on the sur
face of the' sheet!
His letter to Hetty was a triumph
of skill and diplomacy, achieved after
many attempts. He found it hard not
to suy too much, and quite as difficult
not to Bay too Utllo. Ho spent hours
over this all-Important missive. At
last it was finished. Ho read and re
read it, searching for the slightest
flaw: a fatal word or suggestion that
might create In her mind the slightest
doubt as to his sincerity. She was
I sure to read this letter a groat many
Uaiea, and always with the view to
finding something bctwoen the linos:
such as pity, resignation, an enforced
conception of loyalty, or even faith!
He meant that she should find noth
ing there but love. It was full of ten
derness, full of hope, full of promise.
He was coming to her with a stead
fast, enduring love In bis heart, be
wanted her now more than ever before.
There was no mention of Challls
Wrandall, and but once was Sara'e
name used. There was nothing In
the letter that could have betrayed
their Joint secret to Ule most acute
outsider, and yet she would under
stand thut he had wrung everything
from Sara's lips. Her sot-ret was his.
He decided that It would not be safe
to anticipate the letter by a cable
gram. It was not likely that any mes
sage ho could send would have the
desired effect. Instead of reassuring
her, In all probability It would create
fresh alarm.
Sleep did not coino to him until after
three o'clock. At two he got up and
deliberately added a postscript to the
letter he had written. It was In tho
nature of a poignant plea for Sara
Wrandall. Even us he penned these
Booth
Startled by
ance.
lines, he shuddered at the thought of
what she bad planned to do to Hetty
Custleton. Staring bard at the black
window before him, the pen still in
his hand, he allowed his thoughts to
dwell so intimately on the subject of
his well-meant postscript that her
ashen face with Its burning eyes
seemed to take shape in tho night
beyond. It wae a long time before
ho could get rid of the illusion. After
wards he tried to conjure up Hetty's
fare and to drive out the likeness of
the other woman, and found that he
could not recall a slnglo feature In the
face of the girl ho loved!
When he reached Southlook In the
morning, he found that nearly all of
the doora and windows were boarded
up. Wagons were standing In the
stable yard, laden with trunks ond
crates. Servants without livery were
scurrying about the balls. There was
an air of finality about their move
ments.
"Yes, sir," sold Watson, In reply
to bis question, "we ore In a rush.
Mrs. Wrandall expects to close the
'ouse this evening, sir. We all go up
this afternoon. I suppose you know,
sir, we 'ave taken a new apartment
In town."
"No!" exclaimed Booth.
"Yes, sir, we 'ave, sir. They've
been decorating it for the pawst two
weeks. Seems like she didn't care for
the old one we 'ad. As a matter of
fact, I didn't care much for it, either,
She'a taken one of them hexpenslve
ones looking out over the park, elr.
You know we used to look out over
Madison avenue, sir, and God knows
It wasn't hlnsplrln'. Yes, sir, we go
up this afternoon. Mrs. Wrandall
will bo down in a second, thank you,
sir."
Booth actually was startled by her
appearance wnen sne entered tue
room a few minutes later. She looked
positively ill.
"My dear, Sara, he cried anxiously
this Is too bad. You are making
yourself ill. Come, come, this won
do."
"I shall be all right In a day or
two." she said, with a weary little
grsture. "I have been nervous. The
strain was too great, Brandon. This
Is the reaction you might eay."
"Your hand ia hot. your eyes look
feverish. You'd bettor Bee your doc
tor as Boon as you get to town. An
ounce of prevention, you know."
"Well," she said, with a searching
look Into his eyes, "have you written
to her?"
"Yes. Posted it at seven o'clock
this morning."
"I trust you did not go so far as
to well, to volunteer a word In my
behalf. You wore not to do that, you
know."
He looked uncomfortable. "I'm
afraid I did take your name In vain,
he equivocated. "You are a a won
derful woman, Sara," he went on
moved to the remark by a curious In
fluence that ho could not have ex
plained any more than ho could have
accounted for the Budden gush of
emotion that took possession of him,
She Ignored the tribute. "You will
persuade her to come to New York
with you?"
"For your sake, Sara, if she won'
come for mlno."
"She knows the cage is open," was
her way of dismissing the Bubject
"I am glad you came over. I have
letter from Leslie. It came this morn
lng. You may bo Interested In what
he has to say of Hotty and of your
self." She smiled falnfly. "He
determined that you shall not bo with
out a friend while he Is alive."
"Les Isn't such a rotter, Sara. He'i
spoiled, but be Is hardly to be blamed
for that"
"1 will read his letter to you," she
Her Appear-
said, and there was no little signifi
cance In the way she put it She held
the letter In her hand, but he had
failed to notice it before. Now be saw
that it was a crumpled ball of paper.
He was obliged to wait for a minute
or two while she restored It to a read
able condition. "He was In London
when this was written," she explained,
turning to the window for light. She
glanced swiftly over the first page
until she found the place where she
meant to begin. "'I suppose Hetty
Castleton has written that we met
in Lucerne two weeks ago,' " she read.
'Curious coincidence in connection
with It, too. I was with her father,
Col. Braid Castleton, when we came
upon her most unexpectedly. I ran
across him In Paris Just before the
aviation meot, and got to know him
rather well. He's a fine chap, don't
you think? I confess I wns somowhat
urprtoed to learn that he didn't know
she'd left America. He explained it
quite naturally, however. He'd been
HI In the north of Ireland and must
havo missed her lotters. Hotty was
on tho point of leaving for Italy. We
didn't Bee much of her. But, by Jove,
Sara, I am more completely gone on
her than ever. She Is adorable. Now
that I've met her father, who had the
beastly misfortune to miss old Murgut
royd's funeral, 1 can readily Bee where
in the saying "blood will tell" applies
to her. Ho Is a prluce. He came over
to London with me the day after we
left Hetty In Lucerne, and I had him
In to meet mother and Vivian at Clar
Idge'e. They like him Immensely. He
set us straight on a good many points
concerning the Glynn and .Castleton
families. Of course, I knew they were
among the best over here, but I didn't
know how fine they wero until we pre
vailed on him to talk a little about
himself. You will bo glad to hear
thut be Is coming over with us on the
Mauritania. She sails the twenty-
seventh. We'll bo on the water by the
time you get this letter. It had been
our lutention to sail last weeK, uui
the colonel had to go to Ireland for
few days to settle some bcaBtly
squabbles among the tenants. Next
year he wants me to come over for
the shooting. He isn't going back to
India for two years, you may be In
terested to bear. Two years' leave.
Lots of Influence, believe me! We've
been expecting him back In London
since day before yesterday. I dare
say he found matters worse than he
suspected and hae been delayed. He
has been negotiating for the sale of
some of his property in Belfast fac
tory Bites, I believe. Ho is particularly
anxious to close the deal before he
leaves England. Had to lift a mort
gage on the property, before he could
think of making tho sale. I staked
him to four thousand pounds, to tide
him over. Of course, he le eager to
mako the sale. 'Gad, I almost bad
to beg him to take the money. Ter
ribly proud and haughty, as the butler
would say. He said be wouldn't sleep
well until he hus returned the filthy
lucre. We are looking for him back
any hour now. But If he shouldn't get
here by Friday, we will sail without
him. He said he would follow by the
next boat, In case anything happened
that he didn't catch the Maurelanla.' "
Snra Interrupted herself to offer an
Ironic obBervntion: "If Hetty did not
despise her father bo heartily, I should
advise you to look further for a father-
in-law, Brandon. The colonel Is a bad
lot. Estates In the north of Ireland!
Poor Leslie!" She laughed Eoftly.
"Hell not Bhow up, eh?"
"Not a bit of It," she said. "He
may be charged to profit and loss in
Leslie's books. This part of the letter
will interest you," she went on, as
if all that had gone before was of
no Importance to him. " 'I hear Inter
esting news concerning you, my dear
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FOUND PACE TOO STRENUOUS
Father Had to Have Rest If He Was
to Continue His Companion
ship With Son.
"Could you spare me?"
As the father spoke, his once hand
some figure leaned forward slightly
toward the boy who sat before him,
while his hands trembled nervously.
"My boy," he continued, "about a
month ago you Introduced me to the
'HUo-father-like-son' Idea, which la now
spreading over this country, and
which, formulated by eminent educa
tors, simply means that all fathers
shall make compauionB of their sons,
so that an Intimate relationship shall
ensue. Have I done this with you?"
"You certainly have," replied tho
boy, twirling a semblance of a mus
tache. "And now I ask that you spare me
for a time."
The boy smiled.
"But, my dear comrade," he replied,
reproachfully, "we are Just beginning
to understand each other. The whole
Idea of the 'llke-father-llke-son' move
ment is that It be continuous. I must
say, however, that you have been a
dead game sport What do you want
to quit for?"
In reply the kind father, summoning
all his coutrol, said, gently:
"Believe me, I don't want to quit,
but the fact Is that since you and I
have beon thrown together I have
smoked so many cigarettes, played so
much poker, danced so muny new
fangled dances, raged over tho coun
try in so many ftutos that I thought If
you didn't mind I would take a couple
of weeks off In some good sanitarium
until I can gather strength enough to
go on with the growing friendship be
tween us." Life, i
girl. My heartiest congratulations if
it is all true. Brandy is one In a mil
lion. I have hoped all along to have
him as a full-fledged brother-in-law, If
that's the way you'd put It Father
writes that every one Is talking about
It, and saying what a fine thing It Is.
He has a feeling of delicacy about ap
proaching you In the matter, and I
fancy It's Just as well until everything
Is settled. I wish you'd let me make
a suggestion, however. Wouldn't It
be wise to let us all get together and
talk over the business end of the
game? Brandy's a fine chap, a corker,
in fact, but the question is: has he
got It in him to tuke Challls' place In
the firm? You've got to consider the
future as well as the present, my dear.
We nil do. With his artistic tempera
ment he might pluy hob with your In
terests, and ours too, for thut matter.
Wouldn't It be wise for me to sound
him a bit before we take him Into the
firm? Forgive me for suggesting this,
but, as you know, your interests are
mine, and I'm terribly keen about see
ing you get the best of everything.
By the way, wasn't he a bit gone on
Hetty? Passing fancy, of course, and
not deep enough to hurt anybody.
Good old Brandy!' "
"There Is more, Brandon, but It's
of no consequence," tthe said, tossing
the letter upon the tnble. "You see
how the land lays."
Booth was pale with annoyance.
"By Jove, Sara, what an Insufferable
ass he is!"
"The shoe pinches?"
"Oh, it's such perfect rot! I'm
sorry on your account. Have you ever
heard of such gull?"
"Oh, ho is merely acting as the fam
ily spokesman. I can see thein now
In solemn conclave. They think it
their Indisputable right to select a
husband for me, to pass upon htm, to
accept or decline him bb they Bee fit,
to say whether ho is a proper man to
hang up his hat and coat in the ofllces
of Wrandall & Co."
"Do you mean to say "
"Let's not talk about It, Brandon.
It is too silly."
They fell to discussing her plans for
thp immediate future, although the
minds of both were at work with
something elso.
"Now that I have served my pur
pose, I suppose you will not care to
see so much of me," she said, as he
prepared to take leave of her.
"Served your purpose? What do
you meun?"
"I should have put It differently,
You have been most assiduous lu your
efforts to force the Becret from me.
It has been accomplished. Now do
you understand?"
"That isn't fair, Sara," he protest
ed. "If you'll let me come to see you,
In spite of what tho gossips and Mr,
Redmond Wrandall predict, you may
be sure I will be as much In evidence
as ever. I suppose I have been a bit
of a nuisance, hanging on as I have
"I admire your perseverance. More
than that. I admire your courage In
accepting the situation as you have
I only hope you may win her over to
your way of thinking, Brandon
Goodby."
"I shall go up to town tomorrow,
kit and bag. When shall I see you?
Wo have a great deal left to talk about
before I sail."
"Come when you like."
"You really want me to come?"
"Certainly."
He studied her pale, tired face for
a moment, and then shook his head
"You must lake care of yourself," he
said. "You are unstrung. Get a good
rest and and forget certalus things If
you can. Everything will come out
all right In the end."
"It depends on what one is willing
to accept as the cud," he said.
(TO BK CONTINUED.)
WANTED HUSBAND TO LOAF
Only Then Was He Agreeable, Testl
tied Wife Sought Divorce From
Her Silent Spouse.
We read of him In three places In
the dispatches of the day. The first
case was where a man kissed his wife
against her will, which made her so
mad that she had him arrested for
assault and battery, and the court
sentenced him to thirty days In Jail
Next case was where a woman had
her husband arrested for getting
drunk and abusing her. When before
tho court, hero is what she eald:
"My man's a fine man whon ho
sober. The trouble Is ho earns money
and spends it on liquor. The onI
timo he's behaved himself waB when
he wasn't working and got no money
I have an Income and can support the
family. I wish you'd make him quit
work."
"All right," said the Judge. And
he sentenced the husband not to work
for thirty days.
The third case was a suit for dl
vorce, where tho wife charged that
her husband would not speak to her.
Ho would eat his meals without
word, then sit down with a paper and
read without looking at her or speak
ing to her. So It has been going on
for a long time. Of course the court
granted the wife a divorce. Having
a Blleut, Bour husband around is In
tolerable Ohio Stale Journal.
More Money In It.
"I can say this much for dentists."
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tb&a puU It."
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Idea of Garden Party for Fanatei
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Lord Suflleld went with the th-j
prince of Wales to India In IsT.'i. At
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niake trouble when tho prime pas.-!
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"nut why not give a garden party,
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