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THE SEMLWEEKLY TRIBUNE. NORTH PLATTE, NEBRA8KA. ine Hollow of Her Hand & 3b " ' " fcJU3S CHAPTER XVII. Continued. Ho did not onco Interrupt her. All tho tlmo she was speaking ho was studying tho profllo of her faco as If fascinated by Its strango Immobility. For tho matter of a full half-hour ho at on tho rail, hie back against a post, his arms folded across tho breast of tho thick ulster ho wore, staring at lior, drinking In ovory word of tho story sho told. A look of surprlso crept Into his faco whon sho camo to the point whero tho thought of marry ing Hotty to tho brother of her victim first began to manifest Itself In her designs. For a tlmo tho look of In credulity remained, to bo succcoded by utter scorn as she wont on with tho recital. Her reasons, her excuses, bor explanations for this mastor Btroko In tho way of compensation for all that she had endured at tho hand of tho scornful Wrandalls, all of whom wore hateful to her without exception, BUrrcd him deeply. He began to un derstand tho forces that compelled her to resort to this Machiavellian plan for rovengo on thorn. 8ho admitted ovorythlng. her readiness to blight Hetty's llfo forovor; her uttor callous ness In laying down theso ugly plans; her surpassing vlndlctlTeneBs; her ro llectlons on tho triumph nho wbb to tinjoy whon her alms wero fully at tained. Sho confessed to n genuine Olty for Hotty CaBtloton from tho bo ginning, but it was outweighed by that thing shu could only descrlbo as an obsession! . . . How sho hatod tho Wrandalls! . . . Then camo tho real awakening: whon tho truth camo to hor as a rovelatlon from God, Hetty dad not been to blame. Tho girl was Innocent of tho ono sin that culled for vengeanco so far as sho was con- corned. Tho slaying? of ChalllB Wran dnll was Justified! All theso months she had been harboring a woman sho believed to have beon his mistress an well as , his murderess. It was not so much tho murderess that sho would havo foMed upon tho Wrandalls as a daughtor, but tho mistress I . . . Hbo loved tho girl, sho hnd loved her trom that llrst night. Hack of it all, Oereforo, lay tho stern, unsuspected foruth: from tho very beginning Bho In Btlncttvely had known this girl to bo Innocent of gulo. . w . Her houso at cards foil down. Thoro was noth ing loft of tho plans on which it hnd been constructed. It had all bocn awopt away, ovon as eho strove to protect it against destruction, and tho ground was strewn with tho ashes of Hires burnt out. . . . Sho was allocked to find that sho had oven built upon the evil spot! ... Al most word for word sho repented Het ty's own story of her mooting with Ohallls Wrandall, and how sho wont, etop by stop and blindly, to tho last ocono in tho tragedy, whon his vilo clean, his truo nature was revealed to tier. The girl had told her ovorythlng. Sho had thought horaelt to bo In lovo with Wrandall. Sho was carried away by his protestations. Sho was lnfatu1 mted. (Sara smiled to horsalf no sho spoko of this. Sho know Challls Wran flail's charm 1) Tho girl bellovod in him Implicitly. Whon ho took hor to Hurton's inn it was to mnko hor his wife, as sho supposed. Ho had ar ranged everything. Then camo tho truth. Sho dofonded herself. . . . "J camo upon hor in tho road on thai -wild night, Drandon, at tho place E .pointed out. Can you picture her as 1 have described hor? Can you pic turo hor despair, hor hopolessness, hor misery? I havo told you ovorythlng, from beginning to end. You know how alio camo to me, how I propnrod her jfor tho Bacrlllco, how sho loft mo. I ftnvo not wrltton to her. I cannot. Sho Qiust hnto mo with nil her soul, just ns 1 havo hated tho Wrandalls, but with sroatcr reason, I confess. She would navo given herself up to tho law long ago, If it had not been for exposing tno to tho world ns hor defender, hor protector. She knew sho was not mor ally guilty of tho crimo of murder. In lho beginning Bho was afraid. Sho did not know our land, our lnws. In ihno sho camo to understand that sho ivaB in no roal peril, but then It was ko lato. A confession would hnvo placed mo in nn Impossible position. Vou see, sho thought of mo all this llmo. Sho loved mo as no woman over loved anothor, Woo not I tho wife r tho man sho hnd killed, and was not I tho noblest of all women In her eyea? God! And to think of what I had planned for hor!" This wnu the end of tho story. Tho words died nwuy In a sort of whimpering wall, falling in with tho wind to bo loBt to his straining ears. tier head drooped, her arms hung limply at hor side. For u long tlmo ho sat thoro In si tenco, looking out over tho darkening water, unwilling, unnblo lndood, to speak. His heart was full of compas sion for her, mingling strangely with what was loft of scorn and horror. What could ho say to hor? At laBt Bho turned to him. "Now you know nil that I can tell you of Hetty Caetloton of Hotty Glynn. You rould not havo forced this from mo, Brandon, Sho would not toll you. It was left for mo to do in my own good tlmo. Woll, I havo spokeu. What sutve you to say?" "J can only say, Sara, that I thank Sod for overylhlng," ho said slowly. "For every thins?" capy7Gttr. s2 ay "I thank God for you, for her and for everything. I thank God that sho found him out In tlmo, that sho killed him, that you shielded hor, that yod failed to carry out your devilish schomo, and that your heart Is very soro today." "You do not deaplso mo?" "No. I am horry for you." Her eyes narrowed. "1 don't want you to foel fcorry for me." "You don't understand. I am sorry for you because you have found your self out and must bo dosplslng your self." - "You havo guessed tho truth. I de spise myself. Dut what could ..bo ex pected of mo?" sho asked Ironically. "Ab tho Wrandalls would eay, 'blood will toll.'" "Nonsenso! Don't talk liko that! It is quite unworthy of you. In splto of ovorythlng, Sara, you are wonder ful. Tho very thing you tried to do, tho way you went about it, tho way you surrender, makes for greatness in you. If you had gono on with it nnd succeeded, that fact nlono would have put you In tho class with tho groat, strong, vlrllo women of history. It " "With tho iMedlds, tho Dorglas and " sho began bitterly. "Yea, with them. Dut thoy wero great women, Just tho same. You aro greater, for you havo moro than thoy poasossod: n conscience I wish I could tell you just what I feol. I haven't tho words. I " "I only want you to toll mo tho truth. Do you despise me?" "Again I Bay that I do not. I can only say that I regard you with yes, with awo." "As ono might think of a daadly serpent." "Hardly that," ho said, emillng for the' first time. Ho crossod over and laid his hand on hor shoulder. "Don't think too meanly of yourself. I under stand It all. You lived for months without a heart, that's all." "You put it very gently." "I think I am right. Now, you've got it back, and It's hungry for tho sweat, good things of llfo. You want to bo happy. You want to lovo again nnd to be loved. You don't want to pitied. I understand. It's tho return of n heart that went nway long months ago and loft an empty placo that you filled with gall. Tho bitterness 1b gono. Thero is something sweet in its placo. Am I not right?" She hesitated. "It you mean that I want to bo loved by my enemies, Drnndon, you aro wrong," she said clearly, "I havo not boon chastened In that particular." "You moan tho Wrandalls?" "It is not In my nnturo to lovo my oncmlos. Wo stand on tho snmo foot ing as before, and alwnys shall. They uudorstand mo, I understand them. I am glad that my project failed, not tor their sake, but for my own." Ho wns silent. This woman was be yond him. Ho could not understand a nature like this. "You say nothing. Woll, I can't ask you to undorstnnd. Wo will not dis cuss my onomlee, but my friends. What do you intend to do In respect to Hotty?" "I am going to mako hor my wife," ho said fovolly. Sho turned away. It was now quite dark. Ho could not soo tho expres sion on hor face. "What you havo hoard does not weaken your lovo for hor?' "No. It strengthens It." "You know what sho has done. Sho This Woman Was Beyond Him. has taken n, llfo with hor own hands. Can you tako her to your bosom, can you make hor tho mothor of your own children? Ilemombor, thoro Is blood on hor hands," "Ah, but hor heart Is clean!" "Truo," sho said moodily, "hor heart Is clean." "No cleaner than yours Is now, Sarn." Sho uttered a short, mocking laugh. "It Isn't noccBsnry to say a thing like that to mo." "I beg your pardon." Her mannor changed nbruptly. Sho turned to him, intonsq and serious. "Sho Is so far nway, Drandon. On tho other sldo of tho world, and oho Is full of loathing for mo. How am I to regain what I hnvo lost? How um I to make her understand? Sho went sii? c in j Georgre Barr McCutcheon GSOcEaAnn MsarcWr: coPvmffZM2 Y0OD,Af&!DZCOiPAtY away with that last ugly thought of mo, with the thought of mo as I ap peared to her on that last, enlighten ing day. All theso months It has been growing moro horrible to her. It has been beside her all tho time. All theso months sho has known that I pretended to lovo her ns " "I don't believe you know Hetty bb well as you think you do," ho broko In. "You forgot that she loved you with all her soul. You can't kill lovo so easily ns nil that. It will bo all right, Sara. You must wrlto and ask her to como back. It " "Ah, but you don't know!" Then sho related the story of tho liberated canary bird. "Hotty understands. Tho cago door Is open. Sho may return when sho chooses, but don't you seo? she must como of her own free will." "You will not nsk hor to como?" "No. It Is tho test. Sho will know that I have told you everything. You will go to her. Then sho mny under stand. If sho forgives sho will como back. Thero is nothing olso to say, nothing else to consider." "I shall go to her at once," ho said resolutely. Sho gavo him a quick, searching glanco. "Sho may refuso to marry you, oven now, Drandon." "She can't!" ho cried. An Instant later his face fell. "Dy Jove, I I sup poso the law will have to be consid ered now. She will at least havo to go through tho form of a trial." Sho whirled on him angrily. "Tho law? What has the law to do with It? Don't bo a fool!" "Sho ought to be legally exoner ated," ho said. Hor fingers gripped his arm fiercely. "I want you to understand ono thing, Drandon. Tho story I havo told you was for your oars alono. Tho secret lives with us and dies with us." Ho looked hie relief. "Right! It must go no farther. It Is not a mat ter for tho law to docldo. You may trust mo." "I am cold," she said. Ho heard hor teeth chatter distinctly ns sho pulled her thick mantle closer nbout hor throat and shoulders. "It is very raw and wet down here. Como!" As sho started off along tho long, narrow pier, ho sprang after hor, grasping hor arm. She leaned rather heavily against him for a few step? and then drew herself up. Hor teeth Btlll chattered, her arm trembled In IiIb clasp. "Dy Jovo, Sara, this Is bad," he cried, In distress. "You're chilled to tho marrow." "Nerves," sho retorted, and ho some how felt that her lips wero set and drawn. "You musl got to bed right away. Hot bath, mustard, and all that. 111 not stop for dinner. Thanks just tho same. I will bo over In tho morn ing." "Whon will you sail?" Bho asked, after a moment. "I can't go for ten days, at least. My mothor goes Into tho hospital next wook for an oporatlon, as I've told you. I can't leave until after that's ovor. Nothing serious, but woll, I can't go away. I shall write to Hetty tonight, and cnblo her tomorrow. Dy tho way, I I don't know Just whero to find her. You see, wo wore not to wrlto to each other. It was In tho bargain. I bud- pose you don't know how I can " "Yos, I can toll you precisely whero sho Is. She Is In Venice, but leavos thero for Homo, by tho Express." "Then you have boon henrlng from hor?" he cried sharply, much: thoro has not been a day slnco she landed in England that I havo not received news of her. I havo not boon out of touch with hor, Drandon. not ovon for nn hour." "Good heaven, SRra! You don't hienn to say you'vo had hor shadowed by by detectives," ho exclaimed, aghatit. "Not directly. Dut I will say this "Hor maid Is n vory faithful serv ant," was hor ambiguous rejoinder. CHAPTER XVIII. Disturbing News. . Ho walked homo swiftly through tho early night, his brain seething with tumultuous thoughts. Tho revela tions of tho day wero staggering; tho wholo universe seomed to havo turned topsy-turvy slnco that devastating hour at Hurton's inn. Somehow ho was not nblo to confino his thoughts to Hotty Castleton nlono. Sho seomed to sink Into tho background, dosplto tho absolution ho had been so ready, so ouger to grunt her on hearing the story from Sara's lips. Not that his resolve to search her out nnd claim her In splto of everything was likely to weaken, but that tho absorbing fig uro of Sara Wrandall stood out most clearly in his loflcctlons. What nn amazing crcaturo sho wnn! Ho could not drive hor out of his thoughts, oven when ho tried to con contrnto them on tho ono porson who was dearest to him of all In nil tho world, his warm-hearted, adorable Hetty. Strango contrasts suggested themselves to him aB ho Btrodo along, head bent und shouldors hunched. Ho could not help contrasting tho two women. Ho loved Hotty; ho would always lovo her, of that ho was posi tive She was Sara's superior In ev ery respect, Infinitely so, ho argued. And yot thoro was something In Sara that could crowd this adored ono, this perfect ono out of his thoughts for tho time holtig. Ho found it difficult to concentrato his thoughts on Hotty Castleton. How white and ill Sara had looked when sho said good night to him at the door! Tho memory of her dark, mysterlouB eyes haunted him; ho could soo them in the night nbout him. They had been full of pain; thoro wero torrents of tears behind thom. They had glistened as If burnished by the llres of fever. Even as ho wrote his long, trium phant letter to Hetty Castleton, the plcturo of Sara Wrandall encroached upon his mental vision. Ho could not drive It out. Ho thought of her aa she had appeared to him early In tho Bprlrig; through all tho varying stages of their growing Intimacy; through the Interesting days when he vainly tried to translnto hor matchless beauty by menus of wretched pigments; up to this present hour In which she wns revealed, and yet not revealed, to him. Her. vivid faco was always before him. between his eyes nnd tho thin, white paper on which he scribbled so eager ly. Her feverish eyes wero looking Into his; sho waB reading what ho wrote before it appeared on the sur face of the sheet! His letter to Hetty was a triumph of skill and diplomacy, achieved after mnny attempts. Ho found It hard not to say too much, and quite as difficult not to say too little. Ho spent hours over this all-Important missivo. At last it was finished. He read and re read It, searching for the slightest flaw: a fatal word or suggestion that might create in her mind tho slightest doubt as to his sincerity. Sho was suro to read this lotter a great many times, nnd always with the view to finding something between tho lines: such ns pity, resignation, an enforced conception of loyalty, or even faith! Ho meant that she should find noth ing thero but love. It was full of ten derness, full of hope, full of promise. Ho was coming to hor with a stead fast, enduring lovo In his heart, he wanted her now moro than over before. Thero was no mention of Challls Wrandall, and but onco was Sara's name used. Thero was nothing In tho letter that could havo betrayed their Joint secret to tho most acuto outsider, and yet sho would under stand that ho had wrung everything from Sara's lips. Her secret was hla. He decided that It would not be snfo to anticipate tho letter by a cable gram. It was not likely that any mes sago ho could send would Jjavo tho desirod effect. Instead of reassuring her, In all probability it would creato fresh alarm. Sleep did not come to him until after three o'clock. At two he got up and deliberately added a postscript tovtho letter, ho had written. It was In the nature of a poignant plea for Sara Wrandall. Even as ho penned theso lines, ho shuddered at tho thought of what she had planned to do to Hetty Castleton. Staring hard at the black window before him, tho pen still In his hand, ho allowed his thoughts to dwell so Intimately on tho subject of his well-meant postscript that her ashen face with Its burning eyes seomed to tako shape In tho night boyond. It wae n long tlmo before he could get rid of tho Illusion. After wards ho tried to conjure up Hetty's face ami to drive out the likeness of tho other woman, nnd found that ho could not recall a single fenturo In tho face of tho girl ho loved! When ho reached Southlook In the morning, ho found that nearly all of tho doors and windows were boarded up. Wagons wore stnnding In the stable yard, laden with trunks and crates. Sorvnnts without livery wore scurrying nbout tho halls. Thoro was an air of finality about their move ments. "Yes, sir," said Watson, in reply to his question, "wo aro In a rush. Mrs. Wrandall expects to closo tho 'ouso this evening, sir. Wo nil go up this afternoon. I supposo you know, sir, wo 'avo taken a new apartment In town." "No!" exclaimed Dooth. "Yes, sir, wo 'ave, sir. Thoy'vo been decorating It for tho pnwst two weeks. Seems like sho didn't caro for the old one wo 'ad. Ab a matter of fact, 1 didn't care much for It, either. Sho's taken ono of thom hoxponslvo ones looking out ovor tho park, sir. You know wo used to look out over Madison avenue, sir, nnd God knows It wasn't hlnsplrln'. Yes, sir, wo go up this afternoon. Mrs. Wrandall will bo down In a second, thnnk you, sir." Dooth nctunlly was startled by her appearanco when sho entered the room a few minutes later. Sho looked positively 111. "My dear Sara," ho crlod anxiously, "this Is too bad. You nro making yoursolf 111. Como, como, this won't do." "I Bhall bo all right In a day or two," sho said, with a weary little gesture, "I have been nervous. Tho strain was too great, Drandon. This Is the reaction you might say." "Your hand la hot, your oyes look feverish. You'd bolter aeo your doc- An ounco of prevention, you know." "Well," sho said, with a searching look into his eyes, "havo you wrltton to her?" "Yes. Posted It nt seven o'clock this morning." "I trust you did not go so far as to woll, to volunteer a word In my behalf. You wero not to do thnt, you know." Ho looked uncomfortable. "I'm afraid I did tako your namo In vain," ho equivocated. "You aro a a won derful woman, Sara," ho went on, moved to the remark by a curious In fluence that ho could not havo ex plained any moro than ho could hnvo accounted for tho sudden gush of emotion that took possession of him. She Ignored tho tribute "You will persuade her to como to Now York with you?" "For your sake, Sara, If sho won't come 'for mine." "She knows the cago 1b open," was hor way of dismissing tho subject. "I am glad you camo over. I hayo a letter from Leslie. It came this morn ing. You may be Interested In what ho has to say of Hetty and of your self." She smiled faintly. "Ho 1b determined that you shall not bo with out a friend while ho Is alive." "Los Isn't such a rotter, Sara. Ho'n spoiled, but ho Is hardly to bo blamed for that." "I will road his letter to you," eho said, and thoro was no little signifi cance In the way sho put it. Sho held tho letter In her hand, but he had failed to notice it before Now he saw thnt It was a crumpled ball of paper. He was obliged to wait for n mlnuto or two while she restored It to a read able condition. "Ho was In London when this was written," sho explained, turning to the window for light. Sho glanced swiftly over the first page until sho found tho placo whero she meant to begin. " 'I supposo Hetty Castleton has written that wo mot In Lucerne two weeks ngo,' " sho read. " 'Curious coincidence in connection with it, too. I was with her father, Col, Drald Castleton, whon wo came upon her most unexpectedly. I ran across him In Paris just before tho aVIatlon meet, and got to know him rather well. He's a flno chap, don't you think? I confess I was somewhat surprised to learn that ho didn't know she'd left America. He explained it quite naturally, however. He'd been ill in tho north of Ireland and must have missed her letters. Hetty was on tho point of leaving for Italy. Wo didn't seo much of her. Dut, by Jove, Sara, I am more completely gono on her than evor. She Is adorable. Now that I'vo met her father, who had tho bqnstlytmlsfortune to miss old Murgat royd's funeral, I can readily seo where in tho saying "blood will tell" applies to her. He Is a prince. He camo over to London with mo the day after wo left Hetty In Lucerne, and I hnd him in to meet mothor and Vivian at Clar idgo'e. Thoy like him Immensely. He set us straight on a good many points concerning tho Glynn and Castleton families. Of course, I knew they wero among tho host over here, but I didn't know how fine they wero until wo pre vailed on him to talk a littlo about hlmselfi You will bo glad to hear that he Is coming over with us on the Maurotanla. Sho sails tho twenty seventh. Wo'll be on tho water by the time you got this letter. It had beon our Intention to sail last week, but the colonel had to go to Ireland for Booth Was Startled by Her Appear ance. a few days to sottlo aomo beastly squabbles among tho tenants. Next year he wants mo .'6 como over for the shooting. Ho Isn't going back to India for two yeais, you may be In terested to hoar. Two yoars' leave. Lots of Influence, bollovo mol Wo'vo been expecting him back In London slnco day before yesterday. I dare say ho found matters worse than he suspected and has been delayed. He has been negotiating for tho salo of somo of his property In Delfast fac tory sites, I bollevo. He Is particularly anxious to closo the deal boforo ho leaves England. Had to lift a mort gage on tho property, before ho could think of making tho salo. I staked him to four thousand pounds, to tide him over. Of course, ho Is eager to tor as boon as you got to town n r r mako the sale. 'Gad, I almost had to beg him to tako tho money. Ter rlbly proud and haughty, as the butler would say. Ho said ho wouldn't sloop well until ho has returned tho filthy lucre. Wo nro looking for him back any hour now. Dut if ho shouldn't got hero by Friday, wo will sail without him. Ho said ho would follow by tha next boat, In case anything happened that he didn't catch the Maurotanla.' " Sara Interrupted herself to offer nD Ironic observation: "If Hetty did not desplso her father so heartily, I should advleo you to look farther for a father-in-law, Drandon. The colonel is a bad lot. Estates in tho north of Ireland! Poor Lesllo!" Sho' laughed softly. "He'll not show up, eh?" "Not a bit of It," she said. "H may bo charged to profit and loss In Leslie's books. This part of tho lettei will Interest you," sho went on, as If all that had gono beforo was ot no importance to him. " 'I hear Inter estlng nowB concerning you, my dear gift. My heartiest congratulations it It is all true. Drandy is ono in a mil lion. I have hoped all along to have him as a full-fledged brother-in-law, II that's the way you'd put It. Father writes that every ono 1b talking about It, and saying what a flno thing It la He has a feeling of delicacy about ap proaching you in tho matter, and 1 fancy it's just as well until everything Is settled. I wish you'd lot mo make a suggestion, howover. Wouldn't It be wise to let us all get together and talk over the business end of the gamo7 Drandy's a fine chap, a corker, in fact, but the question Is: has he got It in him to tako Challls' placo in the firm? You've got to consider the future ns well ob tho present, my dear. Wo all do. With his artistic tempera ment ho might play hob with your in terests, and ours too,- for that matter. Wouldn't It bo wlso for mo1 to sound him a bit before we take him Into th? firm? Forgive mo for suggesting this, but, ns you know, your Interests are nilno, and I'm terribly keen about see ing you get the best of everything' . tiy the way, wasn't he a bit gono on Hetty? Passing fancy, of course, and not deep enough to hurt anybody, Good old Drandy!'" "Thero la more, Drandon, but lt'a of no consequence," she said, tossing tho lotter upon tho table. "You see how the land lays." Dooth was palo with annoyance. "By Jove, Sara, what an Insufferable ass ho Is!" "The shoe pinches?" "Oh, It's such perfect rot! I'm sorry on your account. Havo you ever heard of such gall?" "Oh, he 13 merely acting as tho fam ily spokesman. I can seo them now In solemn conclave. They think It thoir indlsputablo right to select a husband for me, to pass upon him, to accept or decline him as thoy see fit, to say whether ho is a proper man to hang up his hat and coat in tho offices of Wrandall & Co." "Do you mean to say " "Let's not talk about It, Drandon. It is too silly." They fell to discussing her plans for the immediate futuro, although tho minds of both were at work with something else. "Now that I have served my pur pose, 1 supposo you will not caro tc soo so much of me," sho said, as ho prepared to tako leave of her. "Served your purpose? . What do you mean?" "I should havo put it differently. You have been most assiduous in your efforts to force the Becret from me. It bus been accomplished. Now do . you understand?" "That Isn't fair, Sara," ho protest ed. "If you'll lot me como to seo you, lu splto of what the gossips and Mr. Kedmond Wrandall predict, you may bo suro I will bo as much in evidence as ovor. I suppose I havo been a bit of a nuisance, hanging on as I have." "I admlro your perseverance. More than that, I admlro your courago In accepting tho- situation as you have. I only hopo you may win her over to your way of thinking, Drandon. Goodby." "I shall go up to town tomorrow, kit and bag. When shall I see you? Wo havo a groat deal loft to talk about boforo I sail." "Come when you like." "You really want mo to como?" "Certainly." Ho studied her palo, tired faco for a moment, and then shook his head. "You must tako caro of yourself," ho said. "You aro unstrung. Got a good rest and and forget certains things if you can. Everything will come out nil right In tho end." "It doponds on what ono Is willing to accept as tho end," ho said. (TO BR CONTINUED.) Why She Mourned. "Doo-hoo!" sobbed tho lady. 'What aro you crying about?" tho man asked. "You know tho bread and tho Jelly I sent to the fair?" "Yes. Didn't It take a prize? Well, cheor up thoso Judges" "Dut It did take a prize they both took first prizes boo-hoo! " "Well, what are you crying about?" "Tho bread took first prize as tho bost specimen of concroto, and tho Jolly as tho best china cement!" 4 I Mu- Y .-