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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,
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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."
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