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I- Comto do Sabron, raptnln of French
cnRlrj tahps to hla qunrlrni to rnlito by
hand n rnothorlcas Irish terrier pup, and
names It Pltclionne Up illnea with the
Mnrqulne d'KscllBtinc and ineeto Mln
Julia ltpdmond, Ainprlcan heiress, who
slnRi for 111 in an Kncllsh ballad that
llnerp In lilfl memory Sabron In ordered
to Algiers, but In not allowed to take
servants or dogs Mls Hedninnd offers to
take care of thp dog during his master's
absence, but l'ltchoune. homesick for his
master, runs away from her The Mar-,
quise pians to marry juua to tne uuc o
Tremont. Unknown to Sabron. Pltchoune
follows him to Algiers. Dog and nmster
meet and Sabron gets permlw'on from
tho war minister to keep his dog with Mm.
CHAPTER XI.
A Sacred Trust.
His oyca had grown accustomed to
the glara of tho beautiful Hands, hut
his sense of hertuty was never Fatlsfled
with looking at the desert picture and
drinking In tho glory and the loveli
ness of tho melancholy waste Stand
ing In tho door of his tent In fatigue
uniform, he said to l'ltchoune.
"I could bo perfectly happy hero If
I wero not alono."
Pltchouno barked. He had not
grown accustomed to tho desert. He
hated It. It slipped away froi.i under
his little feet; ho could not run on It
with any comfort. He spent his days
Idly In lils master's tent or royally
perched on a camel, crouching closo
to Sabron's man servant when they
went on caravan explorations.
"Yes," said Sabron, "If I wore not
alone. I don't mean you, mon vloux.
You are a groat deal, but you really
don't count, you know."
Deforo his eyes tho sands wero as
pink as countless rose leaves To
Sabron thoy wore as fragrant as flow
ers. Tho peculiar Incenselike odor
that hovers abovo the desert when the
sun declines was to him tho most do
HciouB thing ho had ever Inhaled All
the west was as red as fire. The duy
had been hot and there came up the
cool brcozo that would give tliom a de
licious night. Overhead, one by one,
ho watched tho blossoming out of thu
great stars; each one hung above his'
luuuiy mm jiko n unuai nowor in a
veil of blue. On all sides, like white
petals on tho desert face, wero the
tents of his mon and his officers, and
from tho encampment camo tho hum
of military life, yet tho silence to him
was profound. He had only to order
his stallion saddled and to ride away
for a Ilttlo distance In order to bo
alone with tho nbsoluto stillness
This ho often did and took his
thoughts with him and camo back to'
IiIb tent moro conscious of his solitude
every night of his life.
Tlioro hnd been much looting of car
avans in tho region by brigands, nnd
his business was that of sentinel for
tho commorco of tho plains Thieving
and rapacious tribes wore under his
oyo and his care. Tonight, as he .stood
looking townrd tho west Into tho glow,
shading his eyes with his hand, ho saw
coming toward thorn what he know to
bo a caravan from Algiers Hln otdon
nanco was a natlvo soldlor, ono of tho
desort tribes, black ns Ink, and Bcarco
ly moro childlike than Hrunet and pre
sumably as devoted.
"Mustapha," Sabron ordered, "fetch
mo out a lounge chair" Ho spoko in
French and pointed, for tho man un
derstood Imperfectly and Sabron did
not yet apeak Arabic
Ho throw himself down, lighted a
fresh clgarotto, dragged Pltchouno by
tho nape of Ills neck up to his lap, and
tho two Bat watching tho caravun
fllowly grow into individuals of camels
and riders and Anally mass Itself In
shadow within somo four or llvo hun
dred yards of tho oncampment.
Tho Bcntlnels and tho soldiers began
to gather and Sabron saw a slnglo
footman making his way toward tho
camp,
"Go," he said to Mustapha, "and aeo
what mossago tho fellow brings to tho
regiment."
Mustapha went, and aftor a Ilttlo re
turned, followed by tho man hlmsolf, a
black-bearded, half-naked Bedouin,
swathed In dust-colored burnooso and
carrying a .bag.
Ho bowed to Captain do Sabron and
extended tho leather bag. On tho out
side of tho leather thoro was a ticket
pasted, which read:
"The Post for tho Squadron of
Cavalry ."
Sabron added mentally:
"wherever It may happen to bo!"
Ho ordorod bakshish glvon to tho
man and sent him ofT. Then ho opened
the French mall. Ho was not moro
than threo hundred miles from Algiers.
It had taken him a long time to work
down to Dlrbal, however, and thoy had
bad somo hardships. Ho felt a million
mllos away. Tho look of tho prlmltlvo
moll bag and tho knowlodgo of how
far it had traveled to find tho peoplo
to whom theso lcttors woro addressed
mado hla handa roveront as ho un
fastened tho sealed labels. Ho lookod
tho letters through, returned tho bag
to MuBtapha and Bent him off to dis
tribute tho post.
Then, for tho light was bad, bril
liant though tho night might bo, ho
went into his tent with hls'owu mall.
On his dressing tahlo waB a small 11
luminatlon constating of a fat candlo
set In a glass caso. The mosqultoeB
HAS TO DRAW ON ENGLAND
Trance Feeling the 8carclty of Coal
Consequent on the German Con
trol of the Mines.
Franco Is now corapollod to call on
England for coal, which was formerly
mined In tho north of Franco. Practi
cally all tho mines In that district havo
either been destroyed by tho German
artillery or are being operated by (2er
mans At Llovlri and Courriores tho
German army Is carrying on exten-
" "" "-
and files wero thick nround it. Pit-
("choline followed him and lay down on a
rush mat by tho side of Sabron's mili
tary bed, whllo tho soldier read his let
ter.
Monsieur
I regret moro than over that I cannot
write your language perfectly. Hut oven
In my own I could not find any word to
einrew how badly I feel over something
which has happened.
I took the best of caro of Pltchoune.
I thought I did, but I could not make him
happy He mourned terribly. Ho rcfusod
to eat. and ono day I woa bo careless as
to open the door for him nnd wo havo
never seen him since. As far as, I know
he has not been found. Your man, Bru
nei, comes sometimes to see my maid, and
he thinks he bus been hurt and died In
the woods
Sabron glanced over to tho mat
where Pltchoune, stretched on hla
sldo, his forepaws wide, was breathing
tranquilly In the heat.
We have heard rumors of a Ilttlo dog
who was Hcen running along tho highway,
miles from Tarascon, but of course that
could not hao been Pltchouno.
Sabron nodded. "It wns, howover,
mon brave," he said to tho terrier.
Not but what I think his Ilttlo heart
was brave enough and vnllant enough to
hove followed you, but no dog could go
so far without u better scent.
Sabron said: "It is ono of the re
grets of my llfo that you cannot tell
ub about It How did you got tho
scent? How did you follow mo?"
Pltchouno did not stir, and Sabron's
eyes returned to tho pugo.
I do not think you will ever forgive
uh. You left tis n trust and wo did not
guard It.
Ho put the letter down a moment,
brushed somo of tho flics away from
the candlo and made tho wick brighter.
Mustapha came In, black as ebony, his
woolly head bare. Ho Blood as stiff
ns a ramrod and ob black. ,In his
childlike French ho said:
"Monsieur lo Lieutenant asks If
Monsieur lo Capltalno will como to
play a game of carte in tho mess
tent?"
"No," said Sabron, without turning.
"Not tonight." He went on with his
letter:
" . . a sacred trust."
Half aloud ho murmured: "I loft a
very sacred trust at tho Chateau
d'Kscllgnac, Madomolsollo; but as no
ono know anything about It there will
bo no question of guarding It, I daro
say."
... So I wrlto you this letter to toll
you about darling Pltchouno. I had grown
to love him though ho did not llko mo, I
miss htm terribly. ... My aunt aBks
me to say that alio hopes you had a flno
crossing nnd that you will send ua a
tiger skin; but I am sure thero aro no
tigers near Algiers. I say . . .
And Sabron did not know how long
Miss Redmond's pen had hesitated In
writing tho closing linos:
. . I say 1 hope you will bo success
ful and that although nothing can tako
tho placo of Pltchouno, you will find some
one to make tho desort loss solitary.
Sincerely yours,
JUUA niSDMOND.
When Sabron had read tho letter
several times ho kissed It forvontly
and put It In his pocket next his
heart.
"That," ho said to Pltchouno, mak
ing tho dog an unusual confldonco,
"that will keep mo loss lonoly. At tho
snmo time it makes mo moro so. This
Is a paradox, mon vloux, which you
cannot understand."
CHAPTER XII.
The News From Africa.
It" took tho hotter part of threo ovo
nlngs to answer her lottor, and tho
writing of It gave Sabron a vaat
amount of pleasure and somo tonder
sorrow. It mado him foel at onco bo
near to this lovely woman and at onco
so far awny. In truth thoro Is a groat
dlfforonco botweon a spahl on an Af
rican desort, and a young American
helreaa -dreaming In her chintz-covered
bedroom In a chateau In tho Midi of
Franco.
Notwithstanding, tho young Ameri
can holrcsB felt horself ob much alono
In her chlntz-covorod bodroom nnd aa
desolate, perhaps moro so, than did
Sabron in hla tout. Julia Redmond
felt, too, that alio was aurroundod by
peoplo hostile to her friend.
Sabron's lottor told her of Pltchouno
and was wrltton as only the hand of n
charming and Imaginative Frenchman
can wrlto a lottor. Also, his pent-up
heart and 1Ib reaorvo mado what bo
did say Btrongor thnn It perhaps ho
could have expressed It qulto frankly.
Julia Redmond turned tho sheets
that told of Pitchouuo's following his
master, and colored with Joy and pleas
ure ns she read. Sho wlpod away two
tears at tho ond, where Sabron said;
Think of It, Mademoiselle, a little dog
following his master from peaco and
plenty, from quiet and security, Into tho
desort! And think what It'ineuna to huvo
this Ilttlo friend!
Julia Redmond reflected, was great
ly touched and loved Pltchouno moro
thun ever. Sho would havo changed
placoa with him gladly. It was an
honor, a distinction to share a sol-
slve mining operations and producing
great quantities of coal, which aro
bolng shipped" Into Belgium for tho
ubo of tho German military forces.
Franco Is no longor ablo to draw
coal from Mons and Cbarlerol, which
formerly supplied largo quantities for
exportation. Consequently, tho resi
dents of northern Franco are largely
dependent upon English mines for
coal, which Iibb bccoiuo very scarce.
Frequently towns and villages noar
the fighting lines are entirely with
out coal for a week. This works
dlcr's exile and to bo his companion.
Tlion Sabron wrote, In closing words
which sho read and reread many,
many times,
Mademoiselle. In this life many things
follow us. certain of theso follow us
whether we will or not. Some things wo
are strong enough to forbid, t wo do
not forbid them! My little do followed
me, I had nothing to do with that. It
was a question of fate. Something else
lias followed mo ns well. It Is not a liv
ing thing, and yet iLhas all tho qualities
of vitality. It Is a tuno. From the mo
ment I left tho chateau tho first night I
had the Joy of seeing you, Mademoiselle,
the tunc you sang became a companion
to me arid hns followed mo everywhere
. . roiiowca mo to my barracks, fol
lowed mn across tho sea, and hero In my
ten U keeps mo company. I find that
wh I wako nt night tho melody sings
to me. I And that when I mount my horso
and ride with my mon, when tho desert's
sands aro shifted by my horse's feet,
something slng In tho sun nnd In tho
heat, something slpgs In tho chaso nnd In
tho pursuit, nnd In tho nights, under tho
stara, tho samo air haunts mo still.
I nm glad you told mo what tho wordi
menn, for I find them beautiful: tho mu
sic In it would not bo tho samo without
tho strength and form of tho words. So
It Is, Mademoiselle, with llfo. Feellngi
nnd sentiments, passions and emotions,
aro llko music. They nro great and beau
tiful! they follow us, they aro part of us,
but they would bo nothing music would
bo nothing without form by which wo
could make It nudlblo appealing not to
our senses nlono but to our souls I
And yet I must closo my letter sending
you only the tuno: the words I cannot
tend. you, yet bellovo me, thoy form part
of everything I do or say.
Tomorrow, I understand from my men,
wo shall havo somo lively work to do.
Whatever that work Is you will hear of
It through the papers. There la a Ilttlo
town near here called Dlrbal, Inhabited
by a poor trlbo whoso lives have been
made miserable by robbers and slave
dealers. It Is tho business of us watchers
of tho plains to protect them, and I be
lieve wo shall havo a lively skirmish with
tho marauders. There Is a congregation
of tribes coming down from the north.
When I go out with my peoplo tomorrow
It may bo Into danger, for In a wandering
life like this, who can tell? I do not mean
to bo cither morbid or sentimental, I only
mean to bo serious, Mademoiselle, and I
find that I am becoming so serious that
It will bo best to closo.
Adieu, Madcmollselle. When you look
from your window on the Rhono Valley
nnd Bee tho peaceful fields of Tarascon,
when you look on your pcacefut gardens,
perhaps your mind will travol farther
and you will think of Africa. Do so If
you can. and perhaps tonight you will
say tho words only of tho song beforo you
go to aleep.
I am, Mademoiselle,
Faithfully yours,
CHAnL.ES DE SAUItON,
There was only ono placo for a let
ter such as that to rest, and it rested
The Silence to Him Was Profound.
on that gentle pillow for many days.
It proved a heavy weight against Julia
Rodmond's heart. Sho could, Indeed,
speak tho wordB of tho song, and did,
and they roso as a nightly prayer for
a Boldier on tho plains; but sho could
not keep her mind and thoughts at
rest. She was troubled and unhappy;
alio grow palo and thin; sho pinod
moro than Pltchouno had pined, and
sho, alas! could not break her chains
and run away.
Tho Due do Tremont was a con
stant guest at tho house, but lid found
tho American heiress a very capricious
and uncertain lady, and Madame d'Es
cllgnac was severe with hor niece.
(TO DE CONTINUED.)
Bees to Fight Troops.
In the bush fighting In East Africa
tho Germans and their black troops
placed hives of wild boos, partially
Btupeflcd by smoke, under lids on each
sldo of narrow tracks nlong which our
troops must advance Wires or cords
lifted tho lids when touched by tho
advancing troops, and swarms of Infu
riated boos, recovered from their tem
porary stupor, woro lot looso on tho at
tackers. Tho failure of tho attack at
certain polnta Is said to havo been duo
as much to this onslaught of tho "Ilt
tlo peoplo" ns to tho Gorman rifles
and machlno-gunB, many men bolng
bo horribly stung on tho faco or hands
as to bo temporarily blinded or ren
dered incapable of holding their weap
ons. Ovor ono hundred stings are said
to havo bocn oxtrnctcd from ono of
tho mon of tho Royal North Lau
caBhlrea. London Mall.
The Coming Spirit.
"This war will go on nnd on," said
Mrs. Harry Payno Whitney, who has
glvon n two-hundredand-flfty-thousand-dollar
Hold hospital to tho belligerents.
"This war will go on and on," sho
repeated, Badly, "and tho sldo that is
getting tho worst of It will display
tho spirit of Ilttlo Willie.
"Little Willie's father, as ho laid on
tho slipper, said:
"WHHo, this hurta mo moro, far
more, than It does you.'
"Then keop It up," said Ilttlo Willie,
grinding his tooth. 'Keep it up, dad.
I can stand It.' "
great hardship on hospitals, sadly In
nood of tho fuol for hundreds of thou
sands of wounded and tho sick boI
dlors of tho allies who aro bolng cared
for In French towns.
Not Quite.
"Your wife Is nil right again, I un
derstand?" "No, tho doctor Btill calls."
"Hut I heard sho was out of dan
ger?" "No ono Is out of dangor whllo the
doctor calls."
Gown of Taffeta and Chiffon
If you aro looking for an afternoon
gown that will do service for almost
any of tho Bemidress occasions which
enliven summer afternoons and eve
nings, and is really a triumph as a
visiting toilette, combinations of silk
with transparent fabrics deserve your
attention. In the costume pictured
hero such a combination Is shown, em
ploying taffeta and chiffon with the
happiest results. Voiles and laces,
netB (and organdies when very sheer)
suggest any number of combinations
and grent diversity In style.
Tho skirt in tho costume shown Is
mado of dark blue chiffon decorated
with bands of tho same shado in taf
feta. It is straight and round and cut
to extend several Inches above the
waist lino on to the hodico. It is
shaped to the figure about the hips
and waist and to the lower part of the
bodico by means of cords run in nar
row tucks. Theso are drawn up, full
ing tho material and forming a shirred
yoke at tho top of the skirt, terminat
ing in n Trill above tho waist lino.
This skirt Ib worn over a plain ono of
taffeta.
A dainty bodice of laco or net or any
of the softly falling semitransparent
fabrics, worn with this skirt, and a
corsage ornament, makes a pretty
danco or dinner frock of It.
Tho pretty, straight coat, with am
ple sleeves finished with chiffon frills,
c
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Breakfast Caps, Simple and Otherwise
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Hero are threo of the latest break
fast or boudoir caps, ono of them a
familiar and simple typo, and two oth
ers less simple, but having tho charm
of novelty as well as beauty to recom
mend them. None of theso aro too
difficult to make for women who un
derstand oven a little of needlowork,
and tho pretty cap of point d'esprlt
net, pictured nt tho left of tho group,
might bo successfully mado by any
novlco in sewing.
This cap Is merely a circular piece
of dotted net having a diameter of
eighteen Inches. Tho edgo la turned
up In tho tiniest of hems about one
slxteonth of an Inch wide and over
this n narrow edging of val laco la
stitched down. Two Inches In from
tho edge of tho lace, on tho under sldo
of the net, a narrow Bilk binding or
blnB tapo Is machlno-Btltched along
both edges to tho not. Thia forms
a casing to hold an elastic band or
cord that is run through It, gathering
tho net Into a cap. A rosotto of satin
ribbon Is mounted at each sldo. Or, If
preferred, a small cluster of chiffon
roses or millinery flowers may bo
used.
At tho top of tho group a cap 1b
shown mado of shadow laco over chif
fon, edged with a scant rufllo of mes
Ballno ribbon about an Inch wldo, Tho
To Make a Workbox.
Procure from a grocery store a
chocso box, now from some carponter
shop get threo pieces of wood threo
feot long and ono Inch thick nnd ono
inch wide, and havo tho outside edges
rounded. Now tako chocso box and
nail It to tho strips about ono foot
from tho floor to all threo strips. Then
take tho cover of tho box and nail to
top of tho strips, sandpaper inside and
out and ataln with dark oak stain,
then varnish. Tho wood In the, box
in Tinv nrottv finished llko this," and
mifflir
Mill
Is open at the throat and finished
thero with an organdie collar decorat
ed with a Ilttlo fine embroidery The
sleeves are elaborated with a band
of taffeta above tho elbow, fastened
down with silk-covered buttons. But
tho touch of distinction which first
catches tho eye la tho belt and hang
ing end of silk, decorated with an
embroidered pattern of tho smallest
beads In many brilliant but har
monizing colors. Thoy aro put on
with the Intent of reminding ono of
tho beadwork of tho Indians, and aro
astonishingly effective. Ono may
count upon a thrill of patriotism as a
part of the satisfaction In wearing
this gown, not Bimply because it Is
made of American fabrics, but be
cause Us decoration la an Inspiration
born In our own land. And notice how
tho Idea is carried out in the long and
splendid slnglo feather for which the
little hat Is merely a support.
How to Make a Bureau.
Take three or four boxes; nail them
together and lino lnsldo with white
paper. Take three yards white dot
ted muslin and fell and tack It around
tho top of the top box; cover top with
towel or bureau scarf, and you have a
very handy placo to put things, at
well as a very neat-looking piece ol
furniture.
crown and Bhort capo are mado of a
strip fourteen Inches long. At the
front two triangular pieces are sot on
to form tho turned-back points shown
in tho picture. These are about, five
Inches deep. A short elastic cord 1b
Inserted in a casing across tho back,
and tho fullness at tho front of the
cap is caught In tho plain edges of
tho two-pointed pieces, Full rosettee
of four-Inch satin ribbon, with twe
ends, decorate this model at each side
and finish a cap that Is unusually bo
coming,
Tho third cap shown 1b mado of a
wldo shadow laco, odged about the
front with a narrow lace of tho same
kind. Tho scalloped edgo of tho wldt
lace forms a capo falling to the
shoulders, and tho narrower lace
makes a frill fulling about the fnco
An elastic band adjusts this cap also
and messallne ribbon, caught nt Inter
vals about tho faco, Is finished with
loops and hanging ends at tho back
Until you havo experimented with
different models In theso pretty bits
of femlnlno finery you will not know
how becoming some of thorn nro,
Moreover, they are mado of American
laces, tho filmiest and softest product
of tho loomB that turn cotton fiber Intc
fabrics to wondor at.
JULIA BOTTOMLEY.
you havo n nice workbox with a vorj
Ilttlo cost.
Something to Do.
"What has becomo of the Cheerful
Idiot?" naked tho Old Fogy. "I haven't
heard of him for months." "Why, ho
Is busy with a got-rlch-qulck Bchemo,"
replied tho Grouch. "What la It?"
asked tho Old Fogy. "Someone told
him that a queen beo lays 3,000 eggs
a day, and bo la trying to perfect a
cross between a queen beo and i
hen." Cincinnati Enquiry
The Married Life of
Dy MADEL HERBERT URNER
Originator of "Their Married Life." Author of "The
Journal of a Neglected Wife," "The Woman Alone,"' etc.
Helen Comes in Touch With a Real Tragedy, but War
ren Is Brutally Unsympathetic
(Copyright, 1915, by tho McCluro Newspaper Syndicate)
Helen stood brooding at the win
dow, looking out on tho grnyness of
of tho early Lon
don dusk. It was
not four, but tho
street lamps wero
already lit and
lights gleamed in
many windows.
It was raw and
damp. Peoplo hur
ried by with
drawn shoulders
and upturned col
lars, their faces
gravely anxious.
A subdued excite
ment waa In tho
air. With con
stant rumors of
Zeppelin raids,
the Londoners
Mabel Herbert
Urner.
were at last aroused.
Yet, tho very immensity and solid
ity of London gave Helen a senBo
security that tho most ominous ru
mors had not shaken. So far, she had
not been afraid.
Tho mournful sound of a distant flfo
and drum, then a hearao with a flag
draped coffin and three closed car
riages passed slowly by. These sad
Ilttlo processions wero becoming dally
moro frequent.
Depressed, Helen turned from the
window and glanced longingly at tho
clock. It would bo at least an hour
before Warren came. Again sho took
up her mending, but she was too rest
less to sew.
She went into the bedroom. As Bhe
gazed moodily across tho narrow
courtyard, a woman's form was sud
denly outlined against the drawn blind
of a lighted window. Her every move
ment was clearly silhouetted.
Helen watched her, fascinated. With
clenched hands sho was walking up
and down tho room. Then sho dropped
into a chair, hor face buried In Its
cushioned seat, her shoulders quiver
ing with convulsive sobs. Thero wero
abandonment and abject grief in every
Hue of her slender figure.
Something that looked like a news
paper lay on tho floor beside her.
Helen's thoughts leaped to that daily
column of killed and wounded.
At any other time sho would not
have followed the Impulse that now
came to her. But tho war had broken
down many barriers. A common dan
gor and sorrow had brought people to
gether; ordinary conventions were
brushed aside.
Tho next moment Helen was hurry
ing down tho hall to the apartment
opposite. It was some time beforo her
timid ring was answered.
"Who is it?" asked a tremulous
voice, tho door opening a few Inches.
"Mrs. Curtis from tho apartment
next door," faltered Helen.
The door opened wider, tho woman
still shielding herself behind It.
"I I know you're In trouble," Im
pulsively. "I saw you through tho win
dowthe curtain was down, but I
could seo your shadow. Don't think
mo Intrusive, but I knew you were
alone and I couldn't help coming."
Tho womnn's only answer was to
turn back into tho room and throw
herself Bobbing on the couch. Helen
followed, constrained and awkward.
After all, what could she do what
could any stranger do?
"It's someone In the war?" gently,
drawing a chair beside her.
Tho head o- tho pillow nodded.
Helen took ono of the hot, clenched
hands In both of hers. Sho could
think of nothing to aay, nothing that
would not seem meaningless.
A small desk clock ticked harshly.
Thero was a round of coals settling In
the grate. A faint creak of tho chair
as Helen stirred.
Thou tho woman sat up and looked
at her dully.
"Oh, It's not what you think," reck
lessly. "It's not my husband or my
brother or anyone whom I can grieve
over openly. That's why I'm alono. I
don't daro havo anyone with mo any
one that might know."
Helen felt a tightening in her
throat; she did not attempt to speak.
"He was brought homo yesterday
wounded fatally, the papers said.
That's all I know. I can't go to him.
I can't even telephone they'd know
ny voice." Sho looked unflinchingly
.t Holen, "He's another woman's bus
jand." Helen did not start or draw back;
ter hold on the hot Land tightened.
"This morning I drove by In a cab.
The blinds wero down, but there wub
io crape. I'm going again tonight.
)h, It's torture not knowing!"
Abruptly Bhe rose and took from a
leak drawer a leather-cased photo
;raph. It was a strong, clean-cut face
)f a vlrllo Kngllahman.
"Thore was nothing tho wholo world
couldn't havo known," her burning
ayes wero on tho picture. "And yet
now that he's dying I'm almost Borry
thero wasn't!" defiantly. "Can you un
derstand that?"
Helen noddod.
"Oh, we're more natural, moro prim
itive In times llko those! That's whj
I can tell you this. And yot," slow-
ly, "If ho should get well It would
bo Just tho same. Oh, we've made
such a waste of our lives such a piti
ful waste! It was all my fault, but
I'vo paid for It." bitterly. "I'vo paid
for ono foolish, hysterical moment
with six years of torture."
"Six years," breathed Helen.
"Wo woro engaged," she steadied
her volco. "Oh, It was such a trivial
thing wo quarreled over! And ho
ho took it seriously. Ho throw up
everything and went to India. Last
year ho married and camo back to
London. - We know the samo peoplo,
wo couldn't help meeting. His wife
doesn't caro she's always with other
men
Helen and Warren
(
Then ho began coming hero. He
never mado an engagement, yet I
came to expect him every Wednesday
at five I lived for that hour. Wo
never talked I mean about this. Yet
wo both knew.
"Tho day ho loft for tho war ho
camo to say good-by. Ho tried to
mako It a conventional call but I
couldn't. I was tho one to break
down. Ho said there waa only ono
solution for him not to come back."
Her volco broke. Sho looked at
Helen with hopeless eyes.
"Oh, how I've watched tho papers!
Rut there's been nothing until yes
terday." "And yet," murmured Helen, "If
you had married him, wouldn't giv
ing him up now bo even harder than
it is?"
"Harder?" fiercely. "If we'd had
six years of happiness, would our
lives have been wasted? six years
with him! I'd barter my soul for
one!"
Sho was walking feverishly abt
the room, her long hair partly un
bound. "Oh, I can't stand this," hysteri
cally. "I must know," turning desper
atoly to tho desk phono. "No no, I
mustn't phone. Don't let me!" ,
"I Can't I phono for you?" Al
tered Helen.
"Oh," looking at her wildly, "why
didn't I think of that? Elght-two-Blx-nino
Mayfair," excitedly. "Ask for
Lieutenant No wait, I can't give 4
you hia name!"
"Need I know his name? Couldn't I
say tho lieutenant?"
"Yes yes," eagerly, thrusting tho
receiver Into Helen's hand.
In an unsteady volco Helen called
for tho number. Sho could hear tho
tense breathing of the woman besldo
her. It was a man that answered.
"Eight-two-fe.-t-nlno Mayfair? I
would llko to know how tho lieuten
ant Is."
"Lleutennnt Carson died this morn
ing at eleven thirty," came tho an
swer. Although ho Immediately rang off,
Helen still held tho receiver. How
could she tell her? What words,
would sound tho least brutal?
But tho woman's intuition needed
no words.
"When did he die?" her voice was
curiously qule
"At eleven thirty."
"That was after I drove by this
morning. He waa there then I
might have seen him!" Then abrupt
ly, "You'll understand If I ask you to
go now, won't you? J think I'd rather
bo alone."
"Oh, I can't leave, you know," fright
ened at her atrango quietness. "You
mustn't bo alone. Let me stay with
you or send for someone."
She shook her head. "I couldn't
have anyone here without telling
thorn But you needn't bo anxious.
I'm all right. In a way," dreamily, "I'm
nearer to him now than I ever was.
Ho's more mine now than he is
hers."
"But later, in the night, if you
should need ono will you let me
know? Promise mo that! I can't bear
to think of you hero alone."
"Yes, I promise."
And with that Helen had to bo
content. She went back down tho
hall haunted by the picture of that
woman alono with her grief.
When sho opened the door she start
ed with dismay at the sound of War
ren whistling. Sho had not thought
he would bo home, and Just now sho
shrank from meeting him. She dread
ed his brusque questioning.
He was In the bedroom, his foot on
a chair, brushing tho bottoms of his
trousers.
"Hollo!" without looking up. "This
blamed London mud sticks like "
Then he saw her faco. "What tho
deuce's the matter now?"
"Oh, dear, I I've been with tho
woman next door," trying to hide her
face agalnat his unresponsive arm. )ti
"Who's the woman next door?" el
bowing hor away, the whiskbroom In
his hand. "What are you sniveling
about, anyway?"
It was hard to tell such a story
while Warren, grimly unsympathetic,
brushed his clothes, put on a fresh
collar and cleaned Ills nails. Helen
stumbled through It brokenly.
"Told all that yarn to you, eh?
Sounds llko It was made out of whole
cloth. Guess there's a lot she didn't
tell."
"Warren, stop!" turning on him
fiercely. "Oh, I shouldn't havo told
you! I might havo known you
wouldn't understand. She's refined,
dollcato "
"Huh," attacking his hair savage
ly, a brush In each hand, "not much
delicacy In spieling off that talo to a
stranger."
"Oh, how can you be so hard!"
passionately. "Sometimes I think you
haven't any "
"Well, I'm not haunting my feelings
in everybody's faco. I've alwayB said
women had no senso of reticence.
Think a man would bleat out a story
llko that? Not If you grilled him on
hot Irons!"
Imagination and the Eye.
Sclenco does not dopreclato tho pow
er of tho oyo. People have been ren
dered sad or bad or mad, exquisitely
happy or strongly fortified by a Blnglo
glance, though no doubt an Instinc
tive divination or knowledge of tho
man or girl behind tho eyes aids tho
effect on tho Imagination.
Ejaculation of a Vacationist.
Oh Lord! I havo loft behind all tho
things I ought to have taken and I
have taken all of tho thlnga I really
didn't want, nnd there Is not much
health In mo. Llfo.
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