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. iv-.s ,sK9Mf r 'JA""? ' 1?,rf "Iff W" '""SLVSI ' Vf-. -ww.- THE SEMI-WEEKLY TRIBUNE. NORTH PLATTE. NEBRASKA. The Hollow V A. of Her Hand AS. v 'J J - i I 1 .- n HI o 8YN0PSIS. ChaUls Wrandall Is found murdered In la road house near New York. Mrs. Wran dnll Ih Hummoncd from the city and Mon ti (!ci tlio body. A young woman who ac compnnled Wrandall to the Inn and sub sequently disappeared, Is Buspcctnd. Airs Wrandall Htarts back for New York in an auto during a Minding snow storm. On tho way she moots a young woman In tlio road who proves to be tho woman who killed Wrandall. Fooling that tho girl had dono her a sorvloe In ridding her of the man who though sha loved him deeply, had caused her great sorrow. Mrs. Wrandall determines to shield her find takes hor to her own home. Mrs. Wrandall hears tho story of Hetty Cas tloton's Ufa, except that portion that re lates to Wrandall. This and the story of the tragedy she forbids the girl ever to tell Phe offers Hetty a home, friendship and security from peril on account of tho tragedy Mrs. Sara Wrandall and Hetty Attend the funeral of Challls Wrandall at tho homo of his parents. Bara Wrandall and Hetty return to New York after an absence of a year In Kurope. Leslie Wrandall, brother of Challls, makes hlm fielf useful to Sara and becomos greatly Interested In Hetty Sara sees In Les lie's Infatuation possibility for revenge on the Wrandalls and reparation for the Wrongs sho surfered at tho hands of Challls Wrandall bv marrying his mur deress Into tho famllv. Leslie. In com pany with his friend Ilrandon Hooth, nn nrtlst, visits Sara at her country place. J.osll9 confesses to Sara that ho Is madly In lovo with Hetty. Sara arranges with Jloolh to paint ft picture of Hetty. Booth lias a haunting feeling that he has soen 3letty before. Looking through a port folio of pictures by an unknown English nrtlst ho finds ono of Hetty. Ho speaks to hor about It, Hotty declares It must be a picture of Hetty Glynn, an English actress, who resombles her vary much. CHAPTER IX. Continued. Loalto was coming out on an evening train. Booth, fn commenting on this, again remarked a sharp change In Het ty's manner. They had boen convers ing somowhat bouyantly up to tho mo Inont ho mentioned LesIIo's Impending visit. In a flash her mannor changod. A quick but unmistakable frown suc ceeded her smiles, and for some ron ton sho suddenly rolapsod Into a stato of resorvo that wob llttlo short of sul len. Ho was puzzled, as ho had been before Tho day was hot. Sura voluntoored to tako him homo In the motor. An errand In tho vlllago was tho excuse oho gavo for riding over with him. Heretofore she had sent him over nlono with tho chauffeur. She looked vory handsome, very tempting, na she came down to tho car "By Jove," ho said to himself, "sho Is wondorfuU" . . Ho handod her Into tho car with ho graco of a courtier, and sho smllod Upon him Borenely, as a princess might nave smllod in tho days when knight hood was In flower. Whon she Bat him down at his llttlo garden gate, ho put tho question that had boon soothing In his mind nil tho way down tlio shady Btrotch they had travorsed. "Have you ever seen Hotty Glynn, tho English actross?" Sara was always nroparod. She know the question would como when least nxpocted. ' "Oh, yea," sho ropllod, with Inter est. "Havo you noticed tho resem bianco? They aro as Ilka as two peas In a pod. Isn't it extraordinary?" Ho was a bit staggered. "I havo never aeon Hetty Glynn," he replied., "Oh? You havo seen photographs ftf her?" Bho Inquired casually. "What has becomo of her?" he ask ed, ignoring hor question. "Is sho still on the stage?" "Heaven knows," sho replied lightly. "Miss CnBtloton and I wore speaking of hor Inst ntgh. Wo woro togother tho last time I saw hor. Who knows? "It's All Tommy-Rot," Ho Growled. Alio may havo married into tho nobili ty by, thlB time. Sho was a very poor actress, but tho loveliest thing In tho world excepting our Hetty, of course." If he could havo Boon tho troubled look In hor eyes ta sho, was whlrlod off to tho vlllago, he might not have gono about the cottage with uch a bllthesomo air. He wus happlor than be had been In days, and all because of Ulotty Olynnl Lcsllo Wrandall did not arrive by tho cionlng train. Ho tolophonod late in tho afternoon, not to Hotty but to iSarn, to sny that ho was unavoidably detained and would not leave Now York until tho noxt morning. Some thing In his voice, in his mannor of upeaklng,, dlsturbod hor. Sho wont to bed that night with two sources of un easiness inroaiemng nur punuu ml&d.MMJjSbe scented peril, of 'il -V" """ VJTCUI copy?ar.92 Tho motor met him at tho station and Sara waa waiting for him In tho cool, awnlngcovored verandah as ho drovo up. Thoro was a sullen, dissat isfied look in his face. Sho was stretch ed out comfortably, lazily, in a great chaise-lounge, her black llttlo slippers peeping out at him with perfect aban donment. "Hello,'' ho said Bhortly. Sho gavo him hor hand. "Sorry I couldn't got out last night." Ho shook hor hand rather ungraciously. "Wo missed you," sho said. "Pull up a chair. I was nover so lazy as now. Dear mo, I am afraid I'll get stout and gross." "Spring fever," ho announced. Ho wub plainly out of sorts. "I'll stand, If you don't mind. Beastly tlrcsomo, sit ting In a hot, stuffy train." Ho took a couple of turns across tho porch, hlB eyes shifting In tho eagor, annoyed manner of ono who seeks for something that, In tho correct ordor of things, ought to bo plainly visible "Ploaso Bit down, Loslle. You make mo nervous, tramping about llko that. Wo can't go In for halt an hour or more" "Can't go In?" he demanded, stop ping boforo her. Ho began to pull at his llttlo moustache. "No. Hetty's po3ing. Thoy won't pormlt oven me to disturb them." Ho glared. With a final, almost dra matic twist ho gavo over Jerking at his moustache, and grabbed up a chair, which ho put down besldo her with a vehomanco that spoke plainer than words., "I Bay," ho began, scowling In tho direction of tho doorway, "how long is ho going to bo at this silly job?" "Silly Job? Why, it is to bo a mas terpiece," Bho cried. "I asked you how long?" "Oh, how can I tell? Weeks, por haps. Ono onn't prod a genius." "It's all tommy-rot," ho growled. "I suppoBe I'd better tako tho noxt train back to town." "Don't you llko talking with mo?" sho Inquired, with a pout. "Of courso I do," ha mado haste to say. "But do you moan to say thoy won't lot anybody In whore-- Oh, I Bay! This is rich!" "Spectators upset tho muso, or vorda to that effoct." Ho stnred gloomily at his clgarotto case for a moment. Then ho carefully selected a clgaretto and tapped It on tho back of his hand. "See horo, Sara, I'm going to get this off my chest," ho said bluntly. "I'vo boon thinking It over all week. I don't like this portrait painting non sonso." "Dear mo! Didn't you suggest it?" sho inquired innocently, .but all the tlmo hor heart was beating violent tlmo to tho song of triumph. Ho was Jealous. It was what sho wanted, what sho had hoped for all along. Her purposo now was to en courage the ugly flamo that tortured him, to fan It into fury, to make It un endurable. Sho know him well: His Bupromo egoism could not withstand an attack upon Its complacency. Like all tho Wrandalls, ho had tho habit of thinking too well of himself. Ho possessed a clearly-defined sonso of humor, but It did not begin to incluilo self-sacrifice among its endowments. He had nover been nblo to laugh at himself for tho excellent reason that some things wero truly sacrod to hlra. Sho realized this, and promptly laughed at him. Ho stiffened. "Don't snicker, Sara," he growled. Ho took tlmo to light his clgarotto, and at tho same tlmo to consider his an swer to hor question. "In a way, yos. I suggested a tort of portrait, of courso. A sketchy thing, something llko that, you know. But not an all summer operntton." "But sho doesn't mind," explained Sara. "In fact, she Is enjoying it Sho and Mr. Booth got on famously to gether." "8ho llkos him, eh?" "Certainly. Why shouldn't sho llko him? Ho Is adorable." Ho throw hlB clgarotto over tho rail ing. "Comos horo evory day, I sup pose?" v "My dear I.cb1Io, ho is o do mo as soon as ho has finished with her. I don't llko your mannor." "Oh," ho said in a dull sort of won der, No oue had over cut him short in Just that way boforo. "What's up, Sara? Have I done auythlng out of tho way?" "You aro very touchy, It Booms to mo." "I'm sore about thlB confounded por trait monopoly." "I'm sorry, Loslle. I suppose you will havo to give In, howevor. Wo are throe to ono against you Hetty, Mr. Booth and I." "I see," he said, rather blankly. Then ho drew his chair closer. "Seo here, Sara, you know I'm terribly keen about her. I think about her, I dream about hor, I oh, well, .hero It Is In a nutshell: I'm In love with hor. Now do you understand?" "I don't see how you could help be ing in lovo with her," sho said calmly. "I beltove it Is a habit men havo whero sho Is concerned." "You'ro not surprised?" ho cried, hlmsolf surprised. "Not In the least." "I mean to cak hor to marry me," e Barr McCutctieon or gorg&am mcurvfffor : coprMWZfta GY0ODD,Af:!D&cortPAiy ho announced with finality. TIiIb wns intendod to bowl her over completely. Sho looked at him for an instant, and then shook her head, "I'd like to bo ablo to wish you good luck." Ho stared, "You don't mean to say she'd bo fool enough " ho began in credulously, but caught hlmsolf up in tlmo, "Of courso, I'd havo to tako my chances," he concluded, with moro hu mility than sho bad ever seen him dis play. "Do you know of any one else?" "No," she said seriously. "Sho doosn't confldo in rrio to that extent, I fear. I've nover asked." "Do you think thero was any ono back there in England?" Ho put It In tho past tense, so to speak, as if thero could bo no question about tho present. "Oh, I dare say." He was regaining his complacency. "That's neither horo nor there," ho declared. Tho thing I want you to do, Sara, is to rush this confounded por trait. I don't llko tho idea, not a llttlo bit" "I don't blamo you for being afraid of tho attractive Mr. Booth," she said, with a significant lifting of her eye brows. "I'm going to havo It over with be fore I go up to town, my dear girl," he announced, in a matter-of-fact way. "I've given tho whole situation a douce of a lot of thought, and I've mado up my mind to do it. I'm not the sort, you know, to delay matters once my mind's mado up. By Jovo, Sara, you ought to bo pleased. I'm not such n rotten catch, if I do say it who shouldn't." She was perfectly still for a long time, so still that sho did not appear to bo breathing. Her eyes grew dark er, more mysterious. If ho had taken tho pains to notice, ho would have seen that her flngerB wore rigid. ''I am pleased," sho said, very gently. Sho could have shrieked tho words. How Bho hated all these smug Wran dalls! "I camd to the doclslon yesterday," he went on, tapping tho arm of tho chair with hlB finger tips, as it timing his words with care and precision. "Spoke to dad about it. at lunch. I was coming out on tho flvo o'clock, as I'd planned, but ho seemed to think I'd hotter talk it over with tho mater first. Not that sho would bo likely to kick up a row, you know, but well, for policy's Bake. Seo what I mean? Decent thing to do, you know. Sho nover qulto got over tho way you and Chal stole a march on her. God knows I'm not like Chal." , Her eyes narrowed again. "No," she said, "you are not like your brother." "Chal was all right, mind you, In what he did," ho added hastily, noting tlio look. "I would do tho same, 'pon my soul I would, It thoro were any senseless objections raised In my case. But, of coubo, It was right for mo to talk It over with her, Just tho same. So I stayed in and gave them all tho chanco to say what they thought of mo and, incldontally, of Hotty. Quito the "decent thing, don't you think? A fellow'B mother is his mother, of tor all. Seo what I mean?" "She is quite satisfied, then, that you aro not throwing yourself away on Miss Castleton," said Sara, with a deep breath, which ho mistook for a sigh. "Oh. trust mother to noso into things. She knows Miss Castleton's pedigree from tho ground up. There b Dobrett, you see. What s moro, you can't fool her In a pinch. Sho knows blood whon sho sees It. Father hasn't tho same sense of proportion, howover. He BayB you nover can tell." Sara waB startled. "What do you moan?'1 "Oh, It's nothing to speak of; only a way he has of grinding mother once In a while. He uses you as an exam ple to prove that you never can tell, and mother has to admit hat he's right. You havo upset every ono of hor pot theories. She seos It now, but whew! Sho couldn't seo it In tho old days, could she?" "I fear not," Bald sho In a low voice. Hor eyes smouldered. "It is quite nat ural that sho should not want you to mako.tho mlstako your brother mado." "Oh, pleaso don't put it that way, Sara. You mako mo feel llko a con founded prig, becauso that's what It comes to, with them, don't you know. And yet my attitude haB always boen clear to them whero you're concerned. I was strong for you from tho begin ning. All that silly rot about " "Please, please!" sho burst out, quivering all over. "I bog your pardon," ho stammered. "You you know how I moan It, dear girl." "Ploaso leavo mo out of It, Leslie," she said, collecting hersolf. After a mo ment sho went on calmly: "And so you aro going to marry my poor llttlo Het ty, nnd they are nil pleased with the arrangement." "It she'll havo me," he said with a wink, as If to say thero wasn't' any use doubting it. "They'ro tickled to doath." "Vivian?" "Viv's a snob. Sho says Hetty's much too good for me, blood and bone. What business, says sho, has a Wran dall aspiring to the descendant of Henry tho Eighth!" What!" "Tho Murgatroyds go back to old Henry, straight as a plummet. 'Gad, what Vivvy doesn't know about Brit ish aristocracy isn't worth knowing. Sho looked it up tho tlmo thoy tried to convince hor she ought to marry tho duke. But eho'B fond of Hetty. Sho says she's a darling. She's right: Hetty is too good for mo." Sara swlshod her gown about and roso grncefully from tho chaise longue. Extending her hand to him sho said, and ho was never to forgot the deep thrill In her voice: "Well, I wish you good luck, Lcsllo. Don't take no for an answer." "Lord, if sho should "say no," he gasped, confronted by tho possibility of such stupidity on Hetty's part "You don't think she will?" Her answer was a smile of doubt, tho effect of which was to destroy hlB tranquility for hours. "It is tlmo for luncheon.- I suppose He Blinked In Astonishment. we'll havo to Interrupt them. Perhaps It is Just as well, for your sako," she said tauntingly. Ho grinned, but It was a sickly ef fort. "You'ro tho one to spoil anything ot that sort" ho Bald, with some as corblty. "I?" "Certainly," ho Bald with so much meaning In tho word that Bho flushed. Hotty and Booth camo Into view at that ,lnstant. The painter was laying a soft, filmy scarf over the Iglrl's bare shoulders ns he followed close behind her. "Hollo!" ho cried, catching sight of Wrandall. "Train late, old chap? Wo'vo been expecting you for the last hour. How aro you?" He came up with a frank, genuine smile ot pleasure on his lips, his hand extended. Leslie rose to the occasion. His self-esteem was larger than his grievance. Ho shook Booth's hand heartily, almost exuborantly. "Didn't want to disturb you, Bran dy," ho cried, cheerily. "Besl'des, Sara wouldn't lot me." He thon passed on to Hetty, who had lagged behind. Bending low over her hand, ho said something commonplaco In a very low tone, at the same time looking slyly out ot the corner of his eyo to see if Booth was taking It all In. Finding that his friend was regarding him rath er fixedly, he obeyed a sudden Impulse and raised tho girl's slim hand to his lips. As suddonly he released her An gers and straightened up with a look ot Burprise In his eyes; ho had dis tinctly heard tho agltatod catch in her throat. Sho was staring at her hand in a stupefied sort of way, holding It rigid boforo her oyos for a moment beforo thrusting it behind her back as If it wore a thing to be shielded from all scrutiny save her own. "You must not kles it again, Mr. Wrandall," she snld In a low, Intense voice. Thon she passed him by and hurriod up tho stairs, without so milch as a glance over her shoulder. Ho blinked In astonishment. All of a sudden thero swept over him tho unique sensation of shyness moat unique in him. Ho had never been ashamed boforo in all his life. Now ho wus curiously conscious of having overstepped the bounds, and for the tlrst time to bo shown his place by a girl. This to him, who had no scruples about boundary lines. All through luncheon ho was vola tile and gay. Thoro vps a bright spot In 11b choek, howover, that betrayed him to Sara, who already suspected tho temper ot his thoughts. He talked aeroplaniug without cessation, direct ing most of hie conversation to Booth, yet thrilled with pleasure eah tlmo Hetty laughed at his sallies. He wus beginning to feel like a half-baked schoolboy In her presence a mosi oo plorablo stato of affairs hs had to admit "If you hato tho trains so much, nnd your automobile is out ot whack, why don't you try volplaning down from tho Metropolitan tower?" de manded Booth In response to his lugu brious wall against tho beaetly luck of having to go about In railway coaches with a- lot ot red-eyod, noso .blowlng peoplo who hadn't got used to their spring nderwenr yet. "Sinister suggestion, I muBt say," he exclaimed. "You must bo eager to seo my llfo blood scattered all over creation. But, speaking of volplaning, I'vo had throo lessons thle weok. Next week Bronson says I'll bo flying llko a gull. 'Gad,,lt'B wonderful. I'vo had two tumbles, that's all llttlo ones, of course not result a barked kneo and a peeled olbow." "Watch out you'ro not flying llko an nngol boforo you get through with It, Lcs," cautioned tho painter, "I boo that a well-known society leader In Chicago was killed yesterday." "Oh, I love the danger there Is In It," eald Wrandall carelessly. "That's what gives zest to tho sport" "I lovo It, too," said Hotty, her oyes agleam. "Tho glorious feol of tho Wind no you rush through itl And yet one seems to ho standing perfect ly still in the nir when ono Is half a mllo high and going fifty miles an hour. Oh, It is wonderful, Mr. Wran dall." "I'll take you out In a week or two. Miss Castleton, If you'll trust your self with mo." "I will go," sho unnounced promptly. Booth frowned. "Better wait a bit," ho counseled. "Ittsky business, MIbb Castleton, flying about with fledgelings." "Oh, como now!" expostulated Wrandall with somo heat "Don't be a wet blanket, old man." "I waB merely suggesting she'd bet ter wait till you've got used to your wlngB." "Jimmy Van Wlcklo took his wife with him tho third tlmo up," said Les lie, as If that wero the last word in aoroplanlng. "It's common report that she keeps Jimmy level, no matter whero Bho's got him," retorted Booth. "I dure say Miss Castleton can hold mo level," eald Leslie, with a pro found bow to her. "Can't you, Miss Castleton?" She smllod. "Oh, as for that, Mr. Wrandall, I think wo can all trust you to cling protty closely to your own level." "Rather ambiguous, that," ho re marked dubiously. "She means you nover got below It, Leslie," said Booth, enjoying himself. "That'B tho ono great principle In aeroplanlng," said Wrandall, quick to recover. "Vivian eays I'll break my neck some day, but admits it will bo a heroic way of doing It. Much nobler than pitching out of an automobile or catapulting over a horse's head in Central park." Ho paused for effect beforo venturing his noxt conclusion. "It must bo Ineffably sublime, being squashed or is it squshed? after a drop of a mllo or so, Isn't It?" He looked to see Miss Castleton wince, and was somewhat dashed to And that she was looking out of tho window, qulto oblivious to tho peril he was in figuratively for her special consideration. Booth was acutely reminded that the term "prig" as applied to Leslie was a misnomer; he hated the thought of the other word, which re flectively he rhymed with "pad." It occurred to him early in the courso of this one-aided discussion that tho hostess was making no of fort to take part In it, whether from lack of Interest or because of lta friv olous nature he was, of course un able to determine. Later, ho was struck by tho curious pallor of her face, and the lack-luster expression of her oyee. She seldom removed her gaze from Wrandall's face, and yet thoro pprslsted In tho observer's mind tho rather uncanny impression that sho did not hear a word hor brothor-ln-law was Baying. He, In turn, took to watching' her covertly. At no time did her expression change. For reasons of his own, he did not attempt to draw" her Into tho conver sation, fnsclnated as he waa by the study of that beautiful, emotionless face. Onco ho had tho queer sensa tion of feeling, rather than seeing, -a haunted look In hor eyes, but ho put It down to fancy on his part. And Leslie babbled on In blissful Ignorance of, not to say disregard for, this strange ghost at the feast, for, to Booth'a mind, the ghost of Challls Wrandall was there. Turning to Miss Castleton with a significant look In his oyes, meant to to call her attention to Mrs. Wrandall, he was nmazed to find that every ves tige of color had gono from tho girl's face. She waa listening to Wrandall and replying In monosyllables, but that sho was awaro of the other wom an's abstraction was not for an in stant to be doubted. Suddenly, after a quick glnnco at Sara's face, sho looked squarely Into Booth's eyes, and he saw In hera on expression of actual concern, if not alarm. Leslie was in the mtddlo of n sen tence whon Sara laughed aloud, with out excuse or reason. The next in stant sho was looking from ono to tho other In a dazed sort of way, as If coming out ot a dream. Wrandall turned scarlet. Thoro had been nothing In Ills remarks to call for a laugh, ho was quite sure of that Flushing allghtly, sho murmured some thing about having thought of an amusing story, and begged him to go on, she wouldn't bo rude again. Ho had little Vest for continuing tho subject and sullenly disposed of It In a word or two. "What tho dovil wob thoro to laugh at, Brandy?" ho domanded of hlB frlond after the women had loft them togother on the porch a few mlnutos Inter. Hotty had gono upstairs with Mrs. Wrandall, hor arm clasped tight ly aboqt tho older woman's waist "I dare eay sho waa thinking about you falling a mllo or two," said Booth pleasantly. But ho was porploxed. CHAPTER X. Man Proposes. Tho young men cooled their heela for an hour before word was brought down to them that Mrs. Wrandall begged to bo excused for tho after noon on account of a severe head ache. Miss Castleton was wltL her, but would bo down later on. Mean while thpy wero to mako thomaelves at home, and so on and so forth. Booth took his "departure, leaving Leslie in sole possession of the porch. He waB restless, nervous, excited; half-afrald to stay there and faco HeU ty with tho proposal he waa deter mined to make, and wholly afraid to forsake tho porch and run the risk of missing her altogether If sho camo down ns signified. Several things disturbed him. One was Hetty's de plorable failure to hang on his worda as he had fondly expected her to do; and thon thero was that very disqui eting laugh of Sara's. A hundred times over ho rapeated to hlmsolf that slckonlng question: "What the devil was there to laugh at?" and no an swer suggested itsolf. Ho was decid edly cross about it. Another hour passed. His heela wore quite cool by this time, but his blood waa boiling. Thla waa a douce of a way to treat a fellow who had gone to the trouble to come all the way out In a stuffy train, by Jove, it waa! With considerable asperity he rang for a sorvant and commanded him to fetch a tlmo table, and to bo quick about it, as thero might bo a train leaving beforo he could got back if it took him as long to find it aa It took other peoplo to remember their obligations! His sarcasm failed to Impress Murray, who said he thought thero was a schedule in Mrs. Wran dall's room, and he'd get it a3 soon as the way was clear, if Mr. Wrandall didn't mind waiting. ,"If I minded waiting," snapped Lea He, "I wouldn't bo hero now." As tho footman was leaving, Sara' automobile whirled up to the .porte cochere "Who is going out, Murray?" ho called In surprise. "Miss Castleton, sir. For the air, sir." "Tho deuce you say!" gasped the harassed Mr. Wrandall. It was a pretty kettle of fish! Hotty appeared a few minutes later, attired for motoring. "Oh. thero you are," she said, espy ing him. "I am going for a spin. Want to como along?" He swallowed hard. The ends of his muatacho descrlbod a pair of ab solutely horizontal exclamation points. "If you don't mind being en cumbered," he remarked sourly. "I don't In tho least mind," said she sweetly. "Whero arc you going?" he asked without much enthusiasm. Ho wasn't to bo caught appearing eager, not he. Besides, It wasn't anything to be flip pant about. "Yonder," sho said, with a liberal sweep of her arm, taking In the whole & J "What the Devil Was There to taugh at Brandy?" landscape. "And be home In time to dress for dinner," she added, aa If to relieve hie mind. "Good Lord!" ho groaned, "do w havo to eat again?" "Wo have to dress for it, at least" Bho replied. "I'll go," ho oxclaimod, and airibled off to securo a cap and coat. "Sara has planned for a run to Lenox tomorrow If It doesn't rain," she informed him on his return. "Oh," ho said, staring. "Booth gets a day off on tho portrait, then." "Being Sunday," she smiled. "Wq knock oft on Sundays nnd bank holi days. But, after all, ho doesn't reallj got n holiday. He Is to go with ua. poor follow." ITO BE CXWCTWCaj --" g-$K- ? fcr-JMinev-
