THE
TANGLED
WEB
By Ethel Walla-Masiford Grant
Axbo of "Dopa." "WtittwJk." Etc
Copytie, 1906, by Beni. B. Hwaptoo
CHAPTER I.
EVELYN ORANGE Is one of tho
show places of Long Island.
It occupies a hill crest commanding
the great Hempstead plains, made
beautiful by its fine graduations of
distance and color. To the left lies
the wooded rolling country of
Wheatley Hills, and hut a few
motor miles away the blue waters of 1
the Sound Indent the Island's shore.
The house a vast edifice of pale
rod brick with whlto trim possesses
terraces bordered by marble balus
trades, descending In steep succes
sion; each a giant step of flowers,
divided down the middle by a marble
staircase alternating with pebbled
pathways. The right wing of' the
mansion Is devoted to the luxurious
housing of its guests. The left wing
contains the servants' quarters and
the necessary array of kitchens. De
tached buildings for squash and
bowls offer exercise and pleasure for
dark and sullen days. In the dis
tance the great bulk of the stables
lies shrouded in huge trees, whence
a faint yapping from the crowded
kennels is almost always audible.
It was Wendham's first visit to
the Grange, and, as he drove up the
long, leaf littered road In the gather
ing dusk, . he was unprepared for
the Imposing structure that met hia
sight. "Really," he said to Mrs.
Lawdon, who had arrived on the
same train, and sat beside him en
veloped In chinchilla and grey veils,
"'a title should go with it. Doesn't
seem the proper thing for Just a
plain Mister, does it?"
"Do you think anything is too
fine for the American gentleman?"
she answered.
Wendham was glad that the grow
ing dusk hid his smile. "Really, I
wasn't quite serious about it," he
answered, "and I've been away so
long, you see, that I've grown con
tinental.' She nodded. "Charlie told me
you'4 been in Europe how long
four years, wasn't it?"
"Four years," he echoed thought
fully, "and what changes!"
"And Charlie married! you got
our cards, didn't you? It seems to
me they were sent to Vienna or
somewhere like that."
"Yes, I received them about six
months ago."
"Then there's the Boskwith di
vorce that must have surprised
you and Nellie Gaynor's a widow
now, you know."
She paused abruptly, suddenly
recalling the gossip that linked Boyd
Wendham's hasty departure with the
marriage of the lovely Nellie.
"Doesn't look heartbroken," she
commented to herself, as she turned
to examine his appearance under
cover of admiring the passing land
scape. She saw a strong-featured,
keen-eyed man of powerful build,
whose hair, though prematurely
grey, did not age his appearance,
chiefly because of the boyish sparkle
of his unusually handsome eyes, and
the affectionate humor of his flexi
ble mouth "Decidedly handsome,"
thought Mrs. Lawdon, with a dab at
the gilt fringes of her hair. "I won
der why she didn't take him they
say old Gaynor was a pill." Aloud
she said, "Mrs. Gaynor's to be one
of this house party. Did you see her
abroad? She was over there more
than a year after Mr. Gaynor died."
"No, I didn't happen to see her In
Europe. My specialties I'm a phy
sician, you know kept me in Vien
na, but I'm looking forward to re
newing an old friendship. I've had
a glimpse of her, of course, since I've
been back, but only for a moment'
He Bpoke so naturally that Mrs.
Lawdon was disappointed. He
glanced at his companion, wondering
how that astute cotillion butterfly,
Charlie Lawdon, had ever been so
"let in." The whole surface of their
world had been rippled by the plunge
of this particular little clod Into Its
distilled and filtered depths. There
was no denying Mrs. Lawdon's gaudy
and perfumed plebelanism.
"Do you know Mrs. Evelyn well?"
she asked abruptly. "I've only met
her once or twice, but they're old
friends of yours, aren't they?"
"They are two of the best I have,"
he answered. "Cass and I were col
lego mates and Patty, oh well, I
remember her with long red silk legs
and short brown silk braids,' he
laughed remlniscently. "She was a
tunny child, always tired: ahe was
born tired but, hero we are; let me
help you."
The carriage drew up before the
main entrance, whose white columns
seemed vast in the soft electric Il
lumination from the dull glass
globes guarding the doorway. The
footman rang the boll and returned
for Wendham's simple suitcase and
Mrs. Lawdon's elaborate traveling
impedimenta. The rest of her col
lection was in charge of her maid,
due later In the servant's trap. A
large hat trunk, however, she bad 1 as
sisted should accompany her; In
deed, the valued millinery Bust not
be out of her sight, and with diffi
culty It had been Installed, to the
detriment of the speckless knees of
the footman, who now deposited It
resentfully upon the veranda.
The door swung open, revealing
the subdued, rich tones of the in
terior, where the glow of antique
velvets, heavy with tarnished em
broideries, met the eye. Grape
wound torsion columns of the Span
ish renaissance formed the door
ways, while a dreamy-eyed madon
na in the brocade and Jeweled robes
of the sixteenth century smiled from
a canvas that filled the wall space by
the stairs; two macaws, of ostenta
tious plumage, swung In gilded rings,
adding a final touch of old world ec
centricity. The new arrivals entered and a
moment later Mrs. Evelyn, In a
floating teagown, was extending
languid greetings. Evelyn, however,
made up In heartiness for his wife's
tepid cordiality. "Nobody minded
Patty, anyway; It was Just her way."
Mrs. Lawdon, not being familiar with
her hostess's peculiarities, at once
took umbrage. Only the Joy of be
ing within the Evelyns' exclusive
portals prevented her from Immedi
ate rudeness. She contented her
self with a mental note to "get
even," and noisily devoted herself
to Mr. Evelyn and Alice Rawlins,
who entered In her cross-country rid
ing trousers, high boots and gray
frock coat, as alert and vigorous as
a young Amazon.
"Hello, Kate, have some tea, have
a highball? Pat, there, will never
think to ask you. Better warm up
a bit before we go to 'red up' as the
countries say. Oh, Boyd, It's bully
to meet you again. Of course Cass
looked out for you I see it in your
eye. But it takes the new woman
to look out for herself. What, ho!
"WHAT A PEACH," MISS RAW
LINS EXCLAIMED.
James! What's yours, Kate tea?
James, take Mrs. Lawdon's furs,
and send them up to the blue suite.
It is the blue suite, isn't it, Patty?
And send Mrs. Lawdon's maid and
things there when they come. And
Nellie see who's here Boyd Wend
ham! Arise and make salaamlngs."
A tall, slender, white-clad wo
man rose from behind the elaborate
tea-table where she had been presid
ing, and advanced cordially. "Oh,
Boyd!" she exclaimed, "It is good to
see you." Her lovely, high-bred face
lost its cameo whiteness in a soft
flush of pleasure, while her dark,
heavily-ringed eyes lighted as from
within. Wendham took her extend
ed hand, and the old emotion that
the years had not lessened, flooded
his heart once more. "Mrs. Gay
nor," he stammered, "this is indeed
a pleasure." She laughed reproving
ly. "Mrs. Gaynor, Is it, Dr. Wend
ham? Dear me, have we had a
quarrel? I was unaware of it,"
Before he could answer, Mrs. Eve
lyn had recalled her duties as hoB
tcss. "Oh, you haven't met Mrs. Gay
nor have you, Mrs. Lawdon? Dear
me, how remiss of me," she drawled.
"Meet each other, do."
Mrs. Lawdon's heart warmed. She
forgave her hostess's apparent aloof
ness for the sake of this most desir
able Introduction. But before she
was able to do more than bow cor
dially and take breath for an appro
priate speech, the prize was re
moved by the doctor's prompt seiz
ure of the lady's attention.
Once more Mrs. Lawdon devoted
herself to Alice and Cass Evelyn.
Wendham and Mrs. Gaynor had
become absorbed in talk. Every
moment her charm took stronger
hold upon him, but he could not but
note her nervous, strained condition,
the tell-tale pallor, and the bruised,
sleepless setting of her over-brilliant
eyes. "I wish I'd never studied
medicine, when I see you, Nellie; It
ranks me worry about you. What in
tho Tr!i have you been doing?"
"Oh, notLing much I suppose
you know I've goso In for racing a
good deal." He looked at her In
surprise. "Oh," she added hastily,
"I had to make my living, and I was
left part owner of a racing stable
when my husband died. Pre been
very successful, didn't you know?
I'm very busy and my correspondence
alone la enough to wear me out."
"That reminds me," he. said
abruptly, "I was entrusted with
something for you. Let me give it
to you now, before I forget it" Prom
an inner pocket he drew forth a
thin, foreign-stamped letter. "It
came 'while I was with the Morti
mers, and Calvin forgot to reman it.
I was entrusted dth it as a sort of
object lesson to forgetful husbands."
CHAPTER II.
Mrs. Gaynor received tbo letter
and looked at the address. She paled;
her eyes sought his face In a swift
glance. ,
"No, not for me, after all." she
said, laughing unreasonably. "And
not a spot left on which to re-address!
I must enclose It, I suppose.
Forget It for a week, at least, be
cause I haven't an envelope to fit.
You know how it Is. I'm sure I
don't know why I allow my friends
to make such a nuisance or' a con
venience of 'me." She thrust the
letter securely into her belt.
"Good nature la hard on Its pos
sessor," he answered. "Your friend,
by the way, has a name very fami
liar to me, but I can't place It."
Mrs. Gaynor's eyes narrowed.
"You don't recall where you met
her? Abroad, perhaps; I knew her
there a sort of nomad. She's trav
eling out West now. You see," she
added nervously, "any Important
mall, remittances and things, she
had ordered sent to me, and I for
ward as she advises but it's rather
a burden."
"Your description doesn't help
me," he mused. "And, after all, I'm
rather rude to inquire Into your
friend's affairs."
"Not at all nothing Is rude be
tween old friends." She smiled
upon him her old brilliant smile of
conquest. He was suddenly elevat
ed to the dizzy height of close com
panionship. Her manner Included
him In her chosen circle. The same
of her strange correspondent van
ished from his mind, and he was
conscious only of the compelling
magnetism of her presence.
The tete-a-tete was of short dura
tion, however; Evelyn, whiskey and
soda in hand, Joined them.
"Well, Wendham, so you're Just
from the Mortimers. Are they over
their excitement yet? Pat tells me
they're almost given up entertain
ing since the robbery. That's fool
ish; nobody blames them, and if
Mrs. Treadwell will tour the prov
inces attired as the human grab
bag, she can't expect her hosts to
supply her with a body-guard. I
told her that when she was here."
"She didn't seem much put out, I
noticed," said Alice from across the
room. "She had on a new pearl
rope that was first cousin to a
cable."
"Near-pearls," said Mrs. Evelyn,
scornfully.
Mrs. Lawdon entered the conver
sation at high pitch. "That's what
I think, Mrs. Evelyn. If a person
has good things, for heaven's sake
wear them!" She fingered her sap
phire lorgnette chain till it flashed
in the lamplight. "My husband is
always after me to have replicas,
but I do think that sort of thing is
the very height of bad taste, don't
you?"
"You ought to see Kate out for
bear," said Alice to Mrs. Gaynor.
"If Sally Treadwell is the human
grab-bag, Kate is the only original
Christmas tree."
"Alice!" said the hostess re
provingly. But far from being of
fended, Mrs. Lawdon was charmed.
"Dear me, I haven't so very much.
Charlie haB been awfully nice, and
he knows I love pretty things, but
really "
"Well, all I ask," said Alice, ris
ing to kick a rug Into place, "Is that
you'll let me have them to play with,
with my very own hands. I've never
forgotten you as the Queen of Sheba
at Mrs. Todd's costume dinner. No
one talked of anything else for the
week after That reminds me,
Pat, the Todds telephoned over to
know who was going to the races
to-morrow and what your plans were
said, something about letting you
have their extra motor if yours was
still out of order."
"Oh, thanks," said Mrs. Evelyn.
"Of course Nellie and Dr. Wendham
will go and Mrs. Lawdon and Char
He, if he comes. Madge will be over
from the Lesbys with us "
"Which means that I stay at
home," interrupted Alice. "I would
be smothered by the same gasoline.
How I hate that little moth-eaten,
fan - eared, washed - out, forked
tongued gossip."
"Very well," Mrs. Evelyn agreed
lmperturbably. "With me, that
makes six. Our little motor will
take four and the rest can go In the
Todds'. Alfred," she called to a
passing servant, "ring up Mrs. Todd
and tell her Mrs. Evelyn will be
very glad to have the use of her
motor to-morrow. That's all set
tled," she sighed, as though the
most weighty issue of international
affairs had at last been decided.
"What kind of a card have they
got?" asked Alice, somewhat
chagrined by the prompt acceptance
of her resignation, and addressing'
herself to Mrs. Gaynor.
"Very fair." Nellie moved from
Dr. Wendham's side toward the cen
tral group. "Ventador, for the first
race, Miller up, Bay Side and Quar
terly ought to make a good finish.
But if you want a ten-to-one shot
play Trident in the fourth. I think
awfully well of htm; he's been do
ing great work."
The very simplicity of her man
ner and volos as ah spoke hurt
Wendham the revolt In him of his
Puritan ancestry at this manifesta
tion of the emancipation of the mod
ern woman.
"Trident, that's Billy Lough's old
skate. He sold him for a song.
Whose tip are you playing?" Evelyn
asked.
"Sold for a song because Billy
doesn't know a horse from a mow
ing machine, and becaftae Stacy
does. He's part mreir now, tor one
thing, and any one knows that Btaey
Isn't buying skates except for Ms
Ice pond." Alice's voice had a ring
of defense and Evelyn laughed sooeV
humoredly.
"Of course, If Stacy has given
Nellie the tip, there's nothing mora
to be said. Aren't you Jealous, Alloa,
that Nellie knows as much of Stacy's
affairs as you do?"
Alice Rawlins burled her nose la
her glass and grunted a most un
ladylike disapproval. "I like a man
to know his own business thorough
ly, and Stacy does," she replied.
"One for you," said Wendham to
his host.
"Who is this Stacy?" Inquired
Mrs. Lawdon.
"Stacy," answered Evelyn with
a grin at Miss Rawlins, "Is Laugh
ton's right hand horseman and
Alice's right hand er groom at
her bridle ouch! Alice, don't whack
my fingers. He's a brick, anyhow."
Mrs. Gaynor sat down wearily,
passing her hand across her brow
with a gesture of distress. "Dear
me," she exclaimed, "how tired I
am! I didn't believe I could be so
tired. I really must take a vacation
In bed soon."
"Well," observed Mrs. Evelyn,
"it's your own fault a dozen tlmee
over. Fancy, Alice, she's so attached
to that silly little maid jot hers "
"That silly little maid, as you call
her," interrupted Mrs. Gaynor, "had
the devotion to stay with me through
thick and thin when I couldn't pay
her wages, and she was In wretched
health besides."
"Which is no excuse for your
rubbing her head for her when she
has neuralgia, and every time you
do it exhausts you. Did you ever
hear of anything so foolish? Hire a
masseur for her if you want to. You
tire yourself, and it's undignified."
Nellie Bhrugged expressively and
moved toward the staircase. Wend
ham followed her "Just a word,"
he said gently. "Let down the strings
of the violin if you would keep its
tone."
CHAPTER III.
Mrs. Lawdon put down her book
and smiled a flattered welcome as
Mrs. Gaynor sank into a wicker
veranda chair for Mrs. Lawdon,
though pretty and blessed with her
share of the world's goods compared
with the shares of numerous others
not so fortunate, fully realized that
she was far from gracing that inner
circle of society to which Nellie Gay-'
nor's multiple charms added lustre.
Here was a golden opportunity to
secure a valuable acquaintance.
"I am surprised you didn't go to
the races, Mrs. Gaynor," she re
marked, sure that this opening
must lead to further conversation.
The lady smiled. "Yes, 'Alice-slt-by-the-flre
hardly seems my role,
does it? To-day should have been
Alice-sleep-by-the-flre. The truth is
that for once in my life I was too
tired." She leaned her rippled gold
en head against the cushions and
half closed her eyes. Deep weariness
was stamped on her perfect features.
Mrs. Lawdon took notice, wonder
ing whether sympathy would be re
sented, or if good form required her
to assure the sufferer of her unalter
ed loveliness. She decided upon the
latter.
"Tired! One would never believe
it. You are positively radiant!" she
exclaimed with enthusiasm.
Nellie Gaynor opened her eyes;
a smile flickered upon her lips. "You
are too kind," she murmured. "And
you, don't you care for racing?"
"Oh, yes, Indeed!" cried Mrs.
Lawdon, hastening to resent the im
putation that so fashionable a sport
was not to her liking. "I love it,
but I felt as if I'd caught cold laBt
night you know that cold drive
from the station bo that I feared
to sit on the clubhouse lawn, and
there's no use being inside. Charlie
Is placing. a few bets for me. I'm
playing Roseben."
"Mr. Evelyn will execute my
card." Mrs. Gaynor shifted slight
ly. "You see I've made it quite a
business. When my husband died
his estate was heavily involved, so
I took over the stable after I came
back from Europe."
"Yes, indeed!" cried Mrs. Law
don, delighted with the Intimate
tone of the conversation. "I heard
so much of you before I met you,
you know. You're quite a plunger.
Charlie told me you took twenty
thousand out of the Metropolitan
handicap one year, and no one knew
until afterwards that you had a
heavy Interest"
"Oh, not so much as that" Nellie
laughed. "No one knew, because
my two biggest bets were 'on the
side.' " Mrs. Gaynor touched a string
of pearls clasped by a scintillating
ruby and diamond snap. "Part of
that killing went into this. But,
dear me, they would hardly Interest
you. I'm going to aBk you to let
me see your jewels some day. Your
emeralds are simply astonishing, I
hear."
The little parvenu flushed with
pleasure. "Would you care to, real
lyT Then -why not now? Alice
wants to see them. too. She's In the
squash court. Com up to my sitting
room and J'll send tor her." She
rose fluttering. Mrs. Gaynor followed
languidly. A touch upon the elec
tric bell brought Mrs. Lawdon's
maid, who was despatched In search
of the energetic Miss Rawlins. "You
know," twittered the hostess of a
moment as the two ladles settled
themselves In Mrs. Lawdon's sitting
room, "It's really an awfnl responsi
bility, all this stuff, and since the
affair at the Mortimers, when Mrs.
Treadwell'a peaiVi simply Tma&sed,
I've been nervous."
"It was odd," Mrs. Gayner
agreed. "I'd been spendta the
week end there, Jnst before. It hap
pened. Their butler was drunk halt
of the time, and there Isn't the slight
est doubt In my mind that he tailed
to lock up securely. The only rea
son nothing else was taken was that
the thieves were frigs, ten ad. The
Mortimers have three Pomeranians,
you know, and though no one heard
them bark, the burglars may have
known that they were about tho
house, and made off with one good
"MY DIAMONDS, MY EMERALDS.
MY RUBY!" SHE SHRIEKED.
thing rather than take further
chances. They are frightfully yap
py little beasts, you know the dogs,
not the thieves," she added smiling.
"That's what everyone said,"
agreed Mrs. Lawdon. "Why, there
were a dozen robberies right In that
section of Long Island people In
motor cars and yachts and the
night of the Vanderbilt cup race,
some one got away with the D res
ears' whole jewel case."
A tap on the door announced
Alice Rawlins, fresh and rosy from
her recent exercise.
"Hello, Kate. Howdy, Mrs. Gay
nor. Going to show us the Kohinoor?
Dear me, don't look peevish." She
threw herself upon the corner of the
lounge and swung her feet boyish
ly: the charm of her youth atoning
for boisterous speech and manner.
"'Trot out the show case," she or
dered gleefully.
Mrs. Lawdon smiled with superior
ity. "You'll be surprised and, it's
all my own invention. I've made a
jewel casket that no-burglar would
ever think of." Taking a key from
a trousse hanging in plain sight by
the dressing table, she approached
a small square hat trunk of solid
make and unlocked it, revealing six
be-feathered hats of intoxicating de
signs. "Gee!" said Alice, rising to her
feet, "she's robbed a hen roost and
an ostrich farm and a greenhouse!"
Mrs. Lawdon lifted out a delicious
toque and, taking it by the crown,
gave what might have been the lin
ing a pull, revealing a velvet tray
set within.
"Well, that is clever, Kate,'v Alice
exclaimed. "Are they all like that,
whited sepulchers, ribbon and feath
ers without, and within filled with
jewels and pearls of great price?"
Mrs. Gaynor applauded. "Certain
ly that is the best idea I ever heard
of. But you oughtn't to let anyone
into the secret why one of the
servants coming by your maid I
do hope you are careful." As she
spoke she took the box extended to
ward her and gazed enraptured upon
its glistening contents.
"What a peach!" Miss Rawlins ex
claimed, looking over her shoulders.
"Now, doesn't that clasp look like a
pair of dollar marks! My! what a
pearl rope! That ruby has the
Queen of Sheba beaten a mile."
She dangled the jewel from its
slender platinum chain, where it
turned slowly, flashing in the after
noon sunlight that poured in at the
window.
"Hold on; you give me acute ap
pendicitis of the eyeball," said Miss
Rawlins, shading her eyes with one
hand as she pressed an electric but
ton with the other. "That reminds
me, I've had no afternoon tea. Have
a highball with me, Kate? How
about you, Mrs. Gaynor?"
"Dear me!" exclaimed Mrs. Law
don, pushing the Irrepressible Alice
toward the door. "Give your orders
through the crack you heard what
Mrs. Gaynor said, and she's right;
the servants shouldn't see these
things." She hastily crammed a
jewel box into the crown of a two
foot Gainsborough as a knock sound
ed loud upon the door.
Miss Rawlins giggled. "Do you
suppose Mrs. Evelyn employs Sher
locks on her house force? Why,
they're a lot of lately landed." She
opened the door the mere width of
a thread. "What, ho, without! A
flagon of Scotch and soda, prithee.
Bay, how about you, Kate?"
"No," said Mrs. Lawdon emphati
cally, casting a troubled glance at
her guest
Alloa banged the door. "You
make me tired, Kate. Dont you re
call that rhyme of Tennyson's or
somebody's
"'Between the1 Bark and the day
light When the night la beginning to low
er, Comes a pause in the day's occupa
tion That U known as the cocktail
hour.' "
Mrs, Gaynor laae mm m reeef
"What a child!" sjfto said. fWIM
naughty child! Well; I mast M
lag. It's late and I want to rest be
fore I dress for dinner. Thank yea
so much. Mrs. Lawdon. I did enjoy
seeing your pretty things and
your jewel case Is a dream."
She waved a light farewell as sha
departed In the direction of her own
suite In the main building. At the
end of the hall a servant stair
case gave unobtrusive entrance to
the "Annex." Aa she passed it the
door swung open, admitting' her
maid. Mrs. Gaynor started. "Ad el a!
I was Jnrt going to ring for yon."
"I told the second maid I'd help
her with these rooms," she replied.
"Of course you did." approved.
Mrs. Gaynor. "That's quits right al
ways make yourself useful In the
houses where we visit bat yon look
tired."
"Yes. Madame," the girl answered,
and followed i?tras meekly.
(To be continued.)
The Two Alternatives.
"We get some sad cases," said the
attendant at the lunatic asylum to
the visitor .and opened the door to
the first cell.
Inside was a man sitting cm a
stool and gazing vacantly' at the
wait
"Sad story." said the attendant;
"he was In love with a girl, bat ahe
married another man and ha lest
his reason from grief."
They stole out softly, closing the
doo behind them, and proceeded
the next Inmate. This cell was
thickly padded, and the man within
was stark, staring mad.
"Who is this?" inquired the visi
tor. "This," repeated the attendant
"this is the other man."
HAD HELP.
"I don't see how he stopped both
smoking and drinking. 1 couldn't
do it"
"You haven't met his wife, have
you?"
Awake All the Time.
"That new preacher you have is a
pretty wideawake young man, isn't
he?"
"Yep. Keeps right on preachln'
when everybody else is asleep."
Poor Fellow.
Reporter You were not alwayi
wealthy, I believe?
Billionaire No, I have seen the
time when I couldn't afford to buy
a five thousand dollar automobile.
LED TO BE DRIVEN.
Goln' to marry widder Jones, be
ye? Can't see what the inducement
is. She drove her last huBhand to
drink.
Yep. 'lhat's Jest it
Barnyard Talk.
First Rooster "Bless me If the
old hen Isn't eating tacks."
Second Rooster "Yes, I believe
she Is to lay a carpet."
"Ought not we do something for
the preservation of our forests?"
"Oh, what's the use?" answered
Senator Sorghum, Impatiently.
"Trees cant vote."
One on the Cat
An Iowa editor recently printed
In his paper that If the rain didn't
stop before long, everything In the
ground would be peeping eat As
old subscriber, reading the prognos
tication, went out In the back yard
and damped another load of rock
on the crave f the family cat
Aa OM flranflfsttirr.
Little Wrl I've cot a father and
a aoTTH and a grandfather.
Xlny Stranger And hew tU
year frandfatber?
latttt Glr? t float knew, tort
we've bad htm a long ttaaa.