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Challls Wrandall in found murdorod In
a road house nenr Now York. Mrs. Wrnn
dnll In summoned from tho city and Iden
tifies tlio body. A yoUhg woman who ac
companied Wrandall to the Inn and ub
HequMillv disappeared, Is suspected.
Wratidall, It appears, had led n cay life
and neglected his wife. Mre. Wrandall
starts bnek for New York In an auto dur
ing a blinding snow storm. On the way
die mei'ti) u you hk womnn In tho road
who proves to bo tio woman who Killed
Wrandall. Feeling that tho girl had done
lii-r a service in ridding her of tho man
who though sho loved liltn deeply, had
caused her great sorrow. Mrs, Wrandall
determines to Bhlold her and takes her to
her own home. Mrs. Wrandall hears, tho
story of Hetty Caatloton's life, except that
portion that rotates to Wrandall. This
and the story of the tragedy she forbids
tho girl ever to tell. 8ho offers Hetty a
liomn, friendship and security from porll
en account of tha tmgedy. Mrs. Bara
Wrandall and Hotty attend the funeral
of Challls Wrandall at tho homo of his
fiarents. Sara Wnndall and Hetty re
itrn lo New York after an absence of a
year In Europe, Leslie Wrandall, brother
of Challls, makes himself useful to 8am
and becomes greatly Interested In Hetty.
CHAPTER VI. Continued.
Sara and Hotty did not stay long In
town. The newspapers announced tho
return of Challls Wrandall'B widow
and reporters Bought her -out for inter
views. Tho old lntorest was revived
nnd columns were printed about the
murder at Burton's inn, with sharp
editorial comments on the failure of
the pollco to clear up tho mystory.
"I ehall ask Lcsllo down for tho
week-end," said Sara, tho third day
after their arrival In tho country. The
house was hugo and lonely, and tttno
hung rather heavily desplto tho glori
ous uplift of spring.
Hetty lobked up quickly from her
book. A look of dismay filckored in
her eyes for nn Instant and then gave
way to tho calmness that had como to
dwoll In their depths of late. Her lips
parted In tho eudden Impulse to cry
out against tho plan, but sho checked
the words. For a momont her dark,
questioning oyoB studied the face of
her benefactress; then, ns It nothing
had been rovealod to her, sho allowed
her gaze to drift pensively out toward
tho sunset sea.
They were sitting on tho broad
vorandah overlooking tho sound. Tho
dusk of evening was beginning to steal
over tho earth. Sho laid her book
aside.
"Will you telephone In to him after
dinner, Hotty?" went on Sara, after
a long period of sllonce.
Again Hetty started. This time a
look of actual pain flashed in nor oyoe.
"Would not a nolo, by post bo moro
certain to find him in the " sho be
gan hurriedly.
"I disllko writing notes," said Sara
calmly. "Of course, dear, If you feel
that you'd raUier not tolophouo him,
I can"
"I dnro say I am finicky, Sara," apol
ogized Hetty In quick contrition. "Of
courso ho is your brother. I should
romem " '
"My brother-in-law, den," said Sara,
a trifle too literally.
"He will como often to your liouso,"
went on Hotty rapidly. "I must make
tho best of it."
"Ho is your friend, Hetty. He ad
mlroB you."
"I cannot see him through your
eyee, Para."
"But ho is charming and agreeable
you'll admit," persisted tho other.
"Ho Is very kind, and ho Is devoted
to you. I should liko him for that."
1 "You have no causo for disliking
him."
"I do not dislike him, I I anwOh,
you always have been so thoughtful,
s'o considerate, Sara, I can't under
stand your falling to boo how hard It
is for mo to to well, to onduro hla
open-hearted friendship,"
Sara woe silent for a moment. You
draw a pretty lino lino, Hetty," sho
said gently.
Hetty flushed, "You mean that
there Is little to chooso botwonn wife
nnd" brother? Thut Isn't qulto fair.
You know everything, ho knows noth
ing. X wear a mask for klm; you havo
aeon Into tho very heart of mo. It
Isn't tho same."
Sara camo ovor and stood beside tho
Klrl's chair. After a moment of inde
cision sho laid her hand on Hetty's
shoulder, Tho girl looked up, tho ever
recurring quostlon In her oyos.
"Wo haven't spoken of of theso
things In many months, Hetty,"
"Not Blnco Mrs. Wrandall and Vlv
Ian came to Nice. I wns upsot dread
fully upset then, Sara. I don't know
how I managed to got through with
It."
"But you mnnaged it," pronounced
Sara. Her fingers seemed to tighten
suddenly on tho girl's shoulder. "I
think wo wore qulto wonderful, both
of us. It wasn't easy for mo."
"Why did wo como back to New
York, Sara?" burst out Hotty, clasp-
lag her friend's hand as If suddenly
purred by terror. "Wo woro happy
over thero. And freoj"
"Listen, my dear," satd Sara, a
hard note growing in hor volco: "this
fa my home, I do not leva It, but I
can see no reason for abandoning it.
That is why wo came back to Now
York."
Hetty pressed her friend's hand to
fcer llpa. "Forgive mo," she cried lm-
pulalvely. "I shouldn't havq com
complained. It was detostable."
"Besides," went on Sara evenly,
"you wiKfl quite Jre to remain on tho
tuor ttna. I Mt it to yo '
CQPy?Gr,S2
"You gavo mo n week to decide,"
said Ilrjtty In a hurrfod mannor of
speaking. "I I took but twenty-four
hours loss than that. Over night,
you rcmombor. I lovo you, Sara. I
could not leavo you. All that night
I could feel you pulling at my heart
strings, pulling mo cloBer, and holding
mo. You wore In your room, I In
mlno, and yet all tho timo you seemod
to bo bending over mo In tho dark
ness, urging mo to stay with you and
lovo you and. bo loved by you. It
couldn't havo been a dream."
"It was not. a dream," said Sara,
with a queer smile.
"You do love mo?", tensely.
"I do lovo you," was tho firm an
swer. Sara Was staring across tho
water, hor oyes big and as black as
night itsolf. Sho seemed to bo looking
far boyond the misty lights that hob
bled with nearby schoonors, far bo
yond tho yellow mass on tho opposlto
shoro whoro a town lay cradled In tho
shadows, far Into tho fast darkening
nky that camo up liko a wall out of
tho east.
Hotty's fingers tightened In a
warmor clasp. Unconsciously perhaps,
Sara's grip on the girl's shoulder
tightened also; unconsciously, for her
thoughts woro far away. Tho younger
woman's ponsivo gaze rested on the
peaceful wators below, taking In the
Blow approach of tho fog that was
soon to envelop tho land. Neither
apoko for many minutes: lnscrutablo
thlnkors, each a prey to thoughts thnt
leaped bnckward to tho beginning and
took up tho puzzlo at its Inception.
"I wonder " began Hotty, her oyos
narrowing with the intensity of
thought. Sho did not complete the
sentence.
Sara answered tho unspoken quos
tlon. "It will vor bo different from
what It is now, unless you make it so."
Hetty started. "How could you havo
known what I was thinking?" sho
cried in wonder.
"It is what you aro always think
ing, my dear. You are always asking
yourself when will I turn against you,"
"Sara!"
"Your own intelligence should sup
ply tho nnBwer to all the questions you
aro atilctng of yourself. It Ib too late
for tno to turn agalnBt you." Sho ab
ruptly removed her hand from Hotty's
Bhouldor nnd walked to tho odga of
tho veranda. For tho flrBt time, the
English girl was conscious of pain.
Sho drew hor nrm up and cringed. Sho
pulled tho light scarf about hor bare
shoulders.
Tho butler appeared In tho doorway,
"The telephone, if you please, Mlsa
Castloton. Mr. Losllo Wrandall' Is
calling."
Tho girl etnred. "For mo, Watson?"
"Ycb, mlBS."
"Hetty had rlBon, visibly agitated.
"What shall I say to him, Sara?"
sho cried.
"Apparently it Is ho who lias some
thing to say to you," said tho other,
still smiling. "Walt and soe what It
Is. Pleaeo don't neglest to Bay that
wo'd liko to havo him over Sunday."
"A box of flowers has Just como up
from tho station for you, miss," Bald
Watson.
Hetty was very whlto as she passed
Into tho house. Mrs. Wrandall - re-
Hetty Looked Up Quickly From the
Book.
sumod her contemplation of tho fog
screened sound.
"Shall I fetch you a wrap, ma'am?"
asked Watson, hoaltatlng.
"I am coming In, Watson. Open the
box of flowers for MIbb Castleton. Is
thero a flro in tho library?"
"Yoa, Mrs. Wrandall."
"Mr, Lesllo will bo out on Saturday.
Toll Mrs. Conkllng."
"The ovenlng train, ma'am?"
"No. Tho olovon-thlrty. He will
bo hero for lunchoon."
Whon Hotty hurried Into tho library
a fow mluutos inter, hor mannor wns
that of one considerably disturbed by
something that has transpired almost
ou tho moment. Her chooks woro
flushed and her eyes wero reflectors
of a no uncertain distress of mind.
Mrs. Wrnndall was standing bororo
tho flroplaco, an oxqulsllo flguro In the
slinky blnck evening gown .which she
affected In those days. Hor porfoctly
modelled nock and shoulders gloamod
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Georsfe Barr McCiitnhoon
BY GORgFBaIM Ate.CiTCW ': COryrr,W2 3YDODD,Af!DZOOrtPAty
liko pink mnrblo in tho reflected glow
of tho burning logs. Sho woro no Jew
elry, but thero was a slnglo whlto rose
In her dark hair, whoro It had been
placed by tho whimsical Hotty an hour
earlier as thoy left tho dlnnor table.
"Ho Is coming out on tho eleven
thirty, Sara," said tho girl nervously,
"urflesB you will sond tho motor In for
him. Tho body of hla car Is being
changed and It's in tho shop. Ho must
havo boon Jesting whon ho eald ho
would pay for tho petrol I should
havo said gasoline"
Sara laughed. "You will know him
better, my dear," sho said. "Lesllo Is
very light-hearted."
"Ho suggested brlng'ng a1 friend,"
wont on Hetty hurriedly. "A Mr.
Booth, the portrait painter."
"I mot him in Italy. He Is charm
ing. You will Ilka him, too, Hetty."
Tho emphasis did not escape notice.
"It seems that ho Is ependlng a fort
night In tho vlllago, this Mr. Booth,
painting spring lambs for rest and
recreation, Mr. Leslie says."
"Thon-ho is at our vory gates," said
Sara, looking up suddenly.
"I wonder if ho can bo the man 1
saw yesterday at tho bridge," mused
Hotty. "Is ho tall?"
"I really can't say. He's rather
vague. It was six or seven years ago."
"It wns left that Mr. Wrandall Is to
come out on the olovon-thlrty," ex
plained Hetty, "I thought you wouldn't
liko sending either of tho motors In."
"And Mr., Booth?"
"Wo are to send for him after Mr.
Wrandall arrives. Ho Is stopping at
tho Inn, wherever that may be."
"Poor fellow!" sighed Sara, with a
grimace. "I am suro ho will Uko us
immensely if ho has been stopping at
tho inn."
Hotty stood staring down at the
blazing logs for a full mlnuto boforo
giving expression to tho thought that
troubled her.
"Sard," sho said, meeting her
friend's eyes with a steady light In her
own, "why did- Mr. Wrandall ask for
mo Instead of you? It Is you he is
coming to visit, not me. It Is your
houso. Why should "
"My dear," Bald Sara glibly, "I am,
merely his sister-in-law. It wouldn't
be necessary to ask me If ho should
como. Ho knowB ho Is welcome."
"Then why should he feel called up
on to "
"Some men like to telephone, I sup
pose," said tho other coolly.
"I wonder if you will over under
stand how I feel about about certain
things, Sara,"
"What, for instance?"
"Well, his very evident Interest In
me," cried tho girl' hotly. "Ho sends
mo flowers thle is tho second box
this wcok-r-nnd ho Is so kind, so very
friendly, Sara, that I can't bear it I
really can't."
Mrs. Wrandall Btared nt her. "You
can't very well send him about hlB
business," sho said, "unless ho be
comes more than friendly. Now, can
you?"
"But It seome so so horrible, so
beastly," groaned tho. girl.
Sara faced hor squarely. "Sco here,
Hetty," she said Iovolly, "wo have
made our bed, you and I. Wo must Ho
In It together; If Leslie Wrandall
choosoB to fall In love with .you, that
is his n'ftajr, not ours. Wo must face
every condition. In plain words, we
must play tho game,"
"What could bo more appalling than
to havo htm fall In lovo with me?"
"Tho othor way 'round would be'
moro dramatic, I should say."
"Good Qod Sara!" cried the girl In
horror. "How can you even spoak of
such a thing?"
"After all, why shouldn't " began
Sara, but stopped In tho middle of her
suggestion, with the result thnt it had
its full effect without being uttorod in
so many cold-blooded words.- Tho girl
shuddered.
I wish, Sara, you would lot mo un
burden mypolf completely to you," sho
pleaded, seizing her friend's hands.
"You havo forbidden mo "
Sara Jerked her hands away. Hor
oyos flashed. "I do not want to hoar
It," sho cried floroely. "Never, novorl
Do you understand? It Is your secret.
I will not Bhnro It with you. I Bhould
hato you It I knew ovorytlilng. As It
Is, I love you becauso you aro a wom
an who Buffered tit tho hand of ono
who made mo suffer. There Is noth
ing more to say. Don't bring up the
subject again. I waiit to be your
friend for ovor, not your confidante.
There is a distinction. You may bo
able to see hpw very marked It is In
our caso. Hotty. What ono does not
know, seldom hurts."
"But I want to Justify myself "
"It isn't necessary," cut In tho othor
so poremptorlly that tho girl's eyes
spread Into a look of anger, Where
upon Sara Wrandall throw her arm
about hor and drew her down beside
her In tho chaise-lounge. "I dldu't
mean to bo harsh," she cried. "Wo
must not speak of the past, that's nil.
Tho future Is not likely to hurt us,
dear. Let ub avoid tho past."
"Tho futurol" sighed tho girl, star
ing blankly boforo her,
"To approclnto what IL Is to bo,"
said tho othor. "you havo but to think
of what It might havo been,",
"I know.'" paid Hetty, In a low
volco, "And yet I somotlmou wonder
if 'fc
Sara interrupted. "You aro paying
mo, dear, instead of tho law," sho said
gently. "I am not a harsh creditor,
am I?"
"My life belongs to you. I give it
Qheerfully, even gladly."
"So you have said before. Well, If
it belongs to mo, you might at least
permit me to develop It as I would any
other possession. I take It as an In
vestment. It. will probably fluctuate."
"Now you aro Jesting!"
"Perhaps," Bald Sara laconically.
Tho next morning Hetty sot forth
for her accustomed tramp over the
roads that wound through the estate.
Sara, the American, dawdled at homo,
resenting the chill spring drizzlo that
did not In the least discourage the
Englishwoman.
Sho came to the bridge by the mill,
long since deserted and now a thing of
ruin and decny.- A man In knlckor
bockerB stood leaning against the rail,
Idly gazing down at tho trickling
stream below. The brier pipe that
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"Good God, Saral" Cried the Girl In
Horror.
formed the circuit between hand and
llpe sent up Boft blue colls to float
away on tho drizzle.
She passed behind him," with a sln
glo furtive, curious" glance at his hand
some, undisturbed profile, and In that
glance. recognized him as tho man she
had seen tho day before.
When she was a dozen rods away,
tho tall man turned his face from the
Btroam and sent after her the long
restrained look. There was something
akin to cautiousness In that look of
his, ns if he were afraid that 'she
might turn her head suddenly and
catch him at it. Something began
stirring in his heart, tho nameless
something that awakens when least
expected. Ho felt the subtle, sweet
femininity of her aa sho passed. It
lingered with him as ho looked.
She turned the bend in tho road a
hundred yards away. For many min
utes he studied the stream below
without really seeing It. Then ho
straightened up, knocked the ashes
from his pipe, and set off Blowly In
her wake, although ho had been walk
ing In qulto tho opposite direction
when ho camo to the brldge-and on
a mission of some consequence, too,
There was the chance that he would
meet her coming back.
CHAPTER VII.
A Faithful Crayon-Point
Leslie Wrandall camo out on the
fileyen-thlrty. Hetty was nt tho station
with tho motor, a sullen resentment
In her heart, but a welcoming smile
on her lips. The sun shono brightly.
Tho sound glared with the white of re
flected skies.
"I thought-of catching tho eight
o'clock," ho cried enthusiastically, as
ho dropped his bag bcsldo tho motor
In order to reach over and shako
hands with her. "That would have
gotten mo here hours earlier. Tho dif
ficulty waB that I didn't think of tho
eight o'clock until I awoke at niuo."
"And then you had the additional
task of thinking about breakfast,"
said Hetty, but without a traco of sar
casm in her manner.
"I never think of breakfast," said
ho amiably. "I merely eat it. Of
course, it's a task to cat It sometimes,
but well, how aro you? How do you
llkoltouthoro?"
Ho was beside her on tho broad
seat, his face beaming, his gay little
mustache pointing upward at the ends
like obllquo brown exclamation points,
so expansive, was his amlio,
"I adoro it," sho replied, hor own
smllo growing In rcsponBo to his. It
was Impossible to resist tho good na
ture of him. Sho could not dielike
him, oven though sho dreaded him
deep down In her heart. Her blood
was hot and cold by turns when sho
was with him, aa her mind opened and
shut to thoughts pleasant and unpleas
ant wlth'somothlng of tho regularity
of a fish's gills In breathing.
"Whon I get to heaven I moan to
have a place In tho country tho year
round," ho said conclusively.
"And. if you don't got to heavon?"
"I suppose I'll take a furnished flat
somewhere"
Sara was waiting for them nt tho
bottom of tho torraco as thoy drovo
up. Ho leaped out and kissed her
hand.
"Much obliged," ho murmurod, with
a Blight twist of his head In the direc
tion of Hotty, who was giving orders
to tho chauffqur.
"You're qulto welcome," said Sara,
with a smllo of understanding. "She's
lovely, isn't she?"
' "Enchanting!" said he, almost too
loudly.
Hotty walked up the long ascent
ahead of them, Sho did not have to
look back to know that they were
watching her with unfaltering Interest.
She could feel their gaze.
"Absolutely adorable," he added, en
larging his eBtlmate without really be
ing aware that he voiced It
Sara shot a look at his. rapt face,
and turned Hor own away to hide tho
queer little smllo that flickered briefly
and died away.
Hetty, pleading n sudden headache
declined to accompany them later on
In tho day when they Bet forth In the
enr to "pick up" Brandon Booth at the
inn. Tho woro to bring him ovor,
bag and baggage, to stay till Tuesday.
"Ho will be wild to paint her," de
clared Leslie when thoy were out of
sight around the bend in the rond. Ho
had waved 1iIb hat to Hotty Just bo
foro tho trees shut off their vlew""of
hor. She was standing at tho top of
the steps beside one of tho tall Italian
vnsea.
"I've never seen such eyoB," ho ex
claimed. "She's a darling," said Sara and
changed the subject, knowing full well
that ho would come back to it before
long.
"I'm mad about her," ho said sim
ply, and then, for some unaccountable
reason, gavo ovor being loquacious
and lapsed into a state of almost
lugubrious quiet.
She glanced at his face, furtively
at first, as If uncertain of his mood,
then with a prolonged Btnre that was.
frankly curious and amused,
"Don't lose your headLoslfe," she
said softly, almost purrlngly.
He started. "Oh, I. say, Sara, I'm
not likely to"
"Stranger things have happened."
she "Interrupted, with a shako of her
head. "I can't afford to have you
making lovo to her nnd getting tired
of the game, as you always do, dear
boy, Just as soon as you And she's
in lrfve with you. She Is too dear to
bo hurt In thnt way. You mustn't "
"Good Lord!" ho cried; "what a
bounder you must take me for! Why,
If I thought sho'd But nonsense!
Let's talk about something else.
Yourself, for Instance."
She leaned back with a smllo on
her lips, but not In her eyes; and
drew a long, deop, breath. He was
hard hit. Thatwas what she wanted
to know,
They found Booth at tho inn. Ho
was sitting on the old-fashioned porch,
surrounded by bags and boys. . Aa ho
climbed Into tho car after the bags,
tho boys grinned and jingled the coins
in their pockets and ventured, almost
in unison, tho intelligence that they
would all bo thero if he oyer camo
back ngain. Big and little, they had
transported his easel and canvasses
from place to place for three weeks
pr more and his departure was to be
regarded as a financial calamity.
Leslie, pcrhnps In the desire to bo
alone with his reflectlons.-sat forward
with the chauffeur, and paid little or
no heed to tho unhappy person's com
ments on the vile condition of all vll
lago thoroughfares, New York city In
cluded. "And you painted those wretched
Uttlo boys instead of the beautiful
things that nature provides for us out
hero, Mr. Booth?" Sara wag. Baying
to the artist bcsldo her.
"Of course I managed to get a bit
of nature, even at that," said ho, with
a smHa,. "Boys nro pretty close to
earth, you know, To bo porfoctly hon
est, I did it In order to. get away from
tho eminently beautiful but unnatural
things I'm required to paint at homo."
"I Buppose we will seo you at the
Wrnndall place this summer."
"I'm coming out to paint Leslie's
sister In Juno, I believe And that
reminds me, I came upon an uncom
monly pretty girl not far from your
place tho other day and yestorday,
as well somo one I've met before, un
less I'm vastly mistaken. I wonder
if you know your neighbors well
enough by sight, at least to venture
a good guess ns to who t mean."
She appeared thoughtful.
"Oh, thero are dozons of pretty
girls In tho neighborhood. Can't you
remembor whero you mot " Sho
stopped suddenly, a swift look of ap
prehension in her eyes.
Ho failed to note tho look or the
broken sentence. Ho was searching
in hla coat pocket for something. Se
lecting a letter from tho middle of a
small pocket, he held It out to her.
"I sketched this from memory, Sho
posed all too brlofly for mo," he said
On tho back of the envolopo was u
remarkably good likeness of Hotty
Castleton, dono broadly, sketchlly,
with a crayon point, evidently drawn
with hasto whllo tho impression was
fresh, "but long after she had passed
out of range of, his vision,
"I know hor," said Sara quietly.
"It's vory clever, Mr. Booth."
"Thoro Is something hnuntlngly fa
miliar about it," ho went on, looking
nt tho sketch with a frown of perplex
ity. "I'vo soon her somewhere, but
for tho llfo of mo I can't placo hor.
Perhar9 !n a crowded streot, or tho
theater, at a railway train just a
fleeting glf.nso, you know. But. In
any event I got a lasting impression.
Queer things. like that happen, don't
you think so?"
Mrs. Wrandall leaned forward and
spoke to Leslie. As ho turned, eho
handed him the envelope, without
comment.
"GreriT Scott!" ho exclaimed.
"Mr. Booth .Is a mind reader," she
explained. "Ho has been reading
your thoughts, dear boy."
Booth understood, and grinned.
"You don't mean to say " began
the dumfounded Leslie, still staring
at tho sketch. "Upon my word, It's a
wonderful likeness, old chap. I didn't
know you'd ever, mot her."
"Mot her?" cried Booth, an nmlablo
conspirator. "I've never met her.",,
"Seo here, don't try anything liko
that on me, How could you do thla
if you'vo never seon-"
"Ho is a mind reader," cried Sara.
"Haven't you been thinking of her
steadily for well, we'll Bay ten min
utes?" demanded Booth.
Lesllo reddened. "Nonsense!"
"That's a mental telepathy sketch,"
said tho artist, complacently.-
"When did you do that?"
"This instant, you might say. Seel
Here is the crayon point. I always
carry ono around with mo for Just
such '
"All right," said Lesllo blandly, at
tho same time putting tho envelope in
his own pocket; "we'll let It go at
that. If you're so clever at mind pic
tures you can go to work and mako
another for yourself. I mean to keep
this one."
"I say," began Booth, dismayed.
"One's thoughts aro his own," said
the happy possessor of the ekotch. He
turned his back on them.
Sara was contrite. "He will never
glvelt up," she lamented.
"Is ho really hard hit?" asked Booth
in surprise.
"I wonder," mused Sara.
' "Of course he's welcome to ths
Bketch, confound him."
"Would you like to paint her?"
"Is this a commtseion?"
"Hardly. I know hor, that's all
She Is a very dear friend."
"My heart Is sot on painting soma
one else, Mrs. Wrandall."
"Oh!"
"When I know you better I'll tell
you who she is." "
"Could you make a sketch of this
other one from memory?" sho asked
lightly.
"I think so. I'll show you ono this
evening. I have my trusty crayon,
about me always, as I said before." . ?
Later In the afternoon Booth camo
face to faco with Hetty. He was de
scending the stales und met her com
ing up. Tho sun Btreamed In through
the tall windows at tho turn In tho
Btatrs, shining full In her uplifted faco
as sho approached him from below.
Ho could not repress the start of
amazement. She was carrying a box
of roses In her nrms rod rose3 whoso
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Loudly.
sterna protruded far beyond tho end
of tho paBteboard box and reeked of
a fragrant dampness.
Sho gave him a shy, startled smile
as she passed. Ho had stopped to
mako room for hor on tho turn. Some
what dazed, ho continued on his way
down the steps, to suddenly remomber
with a twinge of dismay that ho had
not returned her pollto smllo, but had
stared at her with most unblinking
fervor. In no little shamo and em
barrassment ho sent a swift glance
over his shoulder. Sho was walking
closo to tho banister rail on tho floor
above As ho glanced up their oyes
mot, for sho too had turned to peer.
Lesllo Wrandall was standing near
the foot of the stairs. Thero was nn
cnger, exalted look in hla faco tha
slowly gavo way to woll-nssumed un
concern ns his frlentl came upon' Him'
nnd grasped his arm.
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