The North Platte semi-weekly tribune. (North Platte, Neb.) 1895-1922, December 07, 1915, Image 6
THE SEMI-WEEKLY TRIBUNE, NORTH PLATTE, NEBRASKA. raras LYRDE ELUSTWI0?6CMH0IO CHAPTER XXVIII Continued. 14 After iho Introduction to Johnson klfl hari had gone mechunlcnlly to his coat pocket. Tho domoa at liln ear was whispering "kill! kill!" nnd his Angers Bought and found tho weapon. Whllo h "xaa listening with tho out ward ct z Dalnbrldgo'a choerful rem iniscences, tho little inlnutlao wcro ar ranging thomsolves; ho saw where BrofTln would Rtop, and was careful to mark that none of tho bystanders would bo In rango. lie would wait un til thoro could bo no poaalblllty of missing; then ho would flro from tho pocket. It was Johnson who broko tho spell. Whllo Dalnbrldgo was Insisting that Orlswold should como In and make a social third at tho hotel dlnnor table, tho teller picked up his hand-bag and mounted tho stops. Grlswold's brain foil Into hnlvcs. With ono of them ho was making excuses to tho nowspapor man; with tho othor he saw Droflln Btop JohnBon and draw him aside. What tho dctcctlvo was saying was only too plainly evident. JohnBon whoelcd short to faco tho sidewalk Group, and OrlBWold could feel In ov ery fiber of him tho searching scrutiny to which ho was being subjected. When ho stole a glanco at tho pair on tho porch, Johnson was shaking his head slowly; and ho did It again aftor a second thoughtful staro. Grls wold, missing completely now what Balnbrldgo was saying, overheard tile toller's low-toned rejoinder to tho do tectivo'B urglngs: "It's no uso, Mr. Broflln; I'd havo to swear positively to It, you know, and I couldn't do that. ... No, I don't want to hoar your corroborative evidence; It might mako mo see a resomblanco whero thoro Is none. Wnlt until Mr. Qulbratth recovers; bo's your man." Grlswold hardly know how ho mado ehlft to got away from Balnbrldgo Anally; but when It was done, and bo was crossing tho little triangular nark which flllod tho angle betweon tho business squares and tho lako tronttng resldenco streets, ho was w.oatlng profusely, and tho dopartlng fear-mania was leaving him weak and tremulous. Passing the stono-baslncd fountain In tho mlddlo of tho park ho stopped, lorkod tho pistol from his pocket, spilled tho cartridges from Its maga slno, and stooped to gropo for a loose stono In tho wnlk-bordor. With tho fountain base fqr an anvil and tho loos ened bordor Btono for a hammer ho beat tho weapon Into shapolosB Inutili ty and flung It away. "God knows whom I shall bo tompt ed to kill, next!" ho groaned; and tho trembling lit was still unnerving him when ho went on to keep tho appoint teont mado by Charlotte Farnham. CHAPTER XXIX. r Dust and Ashes. A full moon, blood-rod from the smoke of forest fires far to tho east ward, was rising over tho Wahaska hills when Grlswold unlntchod tho gate of tho Farnham IncloBuro and passed quickly up tho walk. SInco the summoning noto had tressed tho urgonclos, ho was not sur prised to find tho writer of It nwalt lag his coming on tho vino-shadowed porch. In his welcoming thoro was a curious mingling of constraint and Im patience, and ho was moved to marvel. Alls Farnlmm's outlook upon llfo, tho 'fcolnt of vlow of tho Ideally well bal anced, was uniformly polsoful and self contained, and ho was wondorlng If laomo froBh entanglement wore threat enlng when sho motioned him to a eat and placed her own chair bo that tho light from tho sitting-room win flows would leavo her In tho shadow. U "You had my noto?" she began. "Yes. It came whllo I was away from tho hotel, and tho regular trip or mo inn urako was tho first convoy snco I, could catch. Am I late?" V Her reply was qualified. "That ro mains to bo seen," Thoro was a hesitant pause, and then she went on; "Do you know why t Bent for you to como?" "No. not definitely." "I was hoping you would know; It Would mako It eaaler for mo. You owo me something, Mr. Grlswold." "I owo you a great deal," ho admit ted, .warmly. "It Is hardly putting It too strong to say that you havo mado somo part of my work possible which would othervijto havo boon Impos sible." "1 didn't mean that," sho dissented, with a touch of cool Bcorn. "I havo no especial ambition to llguro as a char acter, howover admirable, in a book. Toot obligation doosn't Ho In tho lit entry Held; It Is real and personal. You havo done me a grout Injustice, and It Booms to havo been carefully premeditated." Tho blow was so sudden and so calmly driven homo that Grlswold KKsped. "An Injustice to you?" be protest ad: but sho would not lot htm eo nn. "Yea. At flrst, I thought it was only a coincidence your coming to Wahaska but now I know hnttnr. Sfou cumo hero. In goodness knows cay?craYcvi?.rj scasacm sorts what spirit of reckless bravado, be cause It was my homo; and you made tho decision apparently without any consideration for me; without any thought of tho embarrassments and difficulties In which It might Involve me." Truly, tho heavens had fallen and tho oolld earth was reeling! Grlswold lay back In tho deep lounging chair nnd fought manfully to retain somo little hold upon tho anchorlngs. Could this bo his Ideal; tho woman whom ho had sot so high above all others In tho scnlo of heroic faultlessness and subllmo dovotlon to prlnclplo? And sho was so much u Blavo of tho con ventional as to bo able to tell him coldly that sho had recognized him again, nnd that her chief concern was tho embarrassment It was causing her7 Before he could gather tho words for any adequato rojolnder, sho was going on pointedly: "You havo dono everything you could to mako tho Involvement com plete. You havo mado friends of my friends, and you came here as a friend of my father. You havo drawn Ed wajd Raymor Into tho entanglement and helped him with the stolen money. In every way you havo sought to mako It moro nnd more Imposslblo for me to glvo Information against youand you havo succeeded. I can't do It now, without facing a scandal that would novor dlo In a small place Uko this, and without bringing trouble and ruin upon ta family of our nearest friends. And that Is why I sent for you today; and why I say ycu owo mo some thing." Grlswold was sltflng up ngaln, and ho had recovered seine small measure of self-poBsesslon. "I cortnlnly owo yiu many apologies, at least," ho said, Ironically. "I havo really boon doing you a great Injus tice, Miss Fnrnham a very grave in justice, though not exactly of tho kind you montlon. I think I havo boon mis apprehending you from tho beginning. How long havo you known mo as tho man who Is wanted In New Orlenns?" "A long tlmo; though I tried not to believe It at flrst. It seemed lncred Iblo that tho man I hnd spoken to on the Bollo Julio would como horo nnd put mo In such a falso position." "Good heavens!" ho broko out; "Is your position all you havo been think ing of? Is that tho only reason why. you haven't sot tho dogs on mo?" "It Is tho chief renson why I couldn't nfford to do anything moro than I havo dono. Goodness knows, I havo "Is That the Only Reason Why You Haven't Set tho Dogs on Me7" tried In every way to warn you, even to pointing out tho man who is shadow ing you. To do it, I havo had to do- celvo my father. I havo been hoping that you would understand and go away." "Walt a minute." ho commanded. "Lot mo got It straight! you still be llovo that tho thing I did wub a crim inal thing?" "Wo needn't eo into tlrnt nart of it again," bIio returned, with a sort of piaciu impatience. "Onco I thought thnt thoro might bo somo wnv In which you had Justllled yourself to yourself, uut now " "That Isn't tho point," ho lntorupted roughly. "What 1 want to know is this: Do you still bollovo.lt Is a crlmo?" "Of courso. It Is a crime; I know It, you know It, all the world knowB It." Again ho sat back and took tlmo to gather up a few of the scattered shards and fragments. When ho spoko It was to Bay: "I think tho doht Is on tho othor sldo, Miss Charlotto; I think you owo mo something. You probably won't understand when I say that you havo robbod me of a very precious thing my faith In tho -ultimate good uoss of a good woman. You bellevo you havo always believed that I am a criminal and yet you havo beon weak enough to lot expediency seal your Hps. I am truer to ray code than you arc to yours, as you shall sco If tho day over comes when I shall bo con vinced that I did wrong. But that la neither hero nor there. You sont for mo; what Is It that you want mo to do?" "I want to glvo you ono moro chanco to disappoint tho Wahaska gossips," sho replied, entirely unmoved, ns It seemed, by his harsh arraignment. "Do you know why this man Broflln Is still waiting?" "I can guess. Ho Is taking a long chanco on tho chaptor of accidents." "Not altogether. Thrco days ago, Mr. Galbralth had Miss Grlcrson tele graph to Now OrleanB for somo ono of tho bank officials. Yesterday I learned that tho man who la coming Is tho teller who waited on mo and who gave you tho money. As Boon ns I heard that, I began to try to find you." Grlswold d!d not tell her that tho danger sho feared waa a danger past "Go on," ho prompted. "You aro no longer safe In Wahas ka," sho asserted. "Tho teller can Identify you, and tho detective will glvo him tho opportunity. That Is doubtless what ho Is waiting for." "And you would suggest that I mako a run for It? Is that why you sent for mo?" "It is. You aro tempting fato by staying; nnd, notwithstanding what you havo said, I still Insist that you owo mo something. Thoro Is a fast train west at ton o'clock. If you need ready monoy " GrlBWold laughed. It had gone be yond tho trnglc and was fast lapsing Into comcdy,fnrcc. "Wo aro each of us nppcarlng In a new rolo tonight, Miss Farnham," ho said, with sardonic humor; "I ns tho hunted criminal, and you as tho equal ly culpnble accessory after tho fact. If I run away, what shall be done with the tho 'swag,' the bulk of which, as you know, Is tied up in Itaymer's busi ness?" "I havo thought of that," sho re turned calmly, "and that Is another reason why you shouldn't let them tnko you. Right or wrong, you have Incurred a fresh responsibility In your dealings with Mr. Raymer; and Ed ward, who Is perfectly Innocent, must bo protected In somo way." It was not In human naturo to re sist tho temptation to strike back. "I havo told Itaymer how ho can most sucessfully undorwrlto his finan cial rlBk," ho said, with mallco Inten tional. "How?" "By marrying Miss Grlerson." Ho had touched tho springs of anger at Inst. J'Thnt woman!" she broko out. And then: "If you have said that to Ed ward Raymer, I shnll never forglvo you as long as I live! It Is your af fulr to secure Edward against loss in tho monoy matter your own Individ ual responsibility, far. Grlswold. Ho accepted tho money in good faith, and" Again Grlswold gavo place to tho caustic humor and finished for her. "And, though It Is stolen money, it must not be taken away from him. Onco, when I was ovon moro foolish than I am now, I said of you that you would be a fitting heroine In a story In which tho hero should bo a man who might need to borrow a con science. It's quite tho other way around." "Wo needn't quarrel," sho said, re treating again behind tho barrier of cold rosorvo. "I supposo I havo given you tho right to say dlsagrecablo things to me, If you chooso to assert It. But wo aro wasting tlmo which may bo very precious. Will you go away, aa I havo suggested?" Ho found his hat and got upon his feet rnthor unsteadily. "I don't know; possibly I shall. But In nny event, you needn't borrow any moro trouble, elthor on your own ac count, or on Rnymer's. By tho merest chance, I mot Johnson, tho teller you speak of, a few minutes ago at tho Wlnncbugo house and was Introduced to him. Ho didn't know me, thon, or later, when Broflln was telling him that ho ought to know mo. Henco, tho mattor rcstB ns It did boforo be tween you and Mr. Galbralth." "Mr. Galbralth?" "Yes. That was n danger past, too, n short tlmo ago. I met him, socially, nnd ho didn't recognize me. After ward, Broflln pointed mo out to him, and ngnln ho failed to Identify me. But tho othor dny, after I had pulled him out of tho lake, ho romembored. I'vo been waiting to soo what ho will do." "Ho will do nothing. You saved hla life." Grlswold shook his head. "I am still man enough to hope that ho won't lot tho bit of personal sorvlco mako him compound a felony." "Why do you call It that?" sho do manded. "BecnuBo, from his point of vlow, nnd yours, thnt Is preclHoly what It la; and It la what you aro' doing, Mlaa Farnham. 1, tho criminal, say this to you. You should havo glvon mo up tho moment you recognized mo. That is your crood, and you should have lived up to It. Slnco you haven't, you havo wro.nged yourself and havo mado mo tho pboror by a thing that " "Stop!" sho cried, standing up to faco hint, "Do you mean to toll mo that you aro ungrateful enough to " "No; ingratltudo Isn't qulto tho word. I'm Just sorry; with tho sor row you havo when you look for some thing that you havo a right to expect, and find that It isn't thoro; that It has novor beon thcro; that It isn't any- whero. You havo hurt mo, and you havo hurt yourself; hut thoro la still a chanco for you. When I am gone, go to tho tolcpbono and call Broflln at tho Winnebago bouse. You can tell blm that ho will find mo at my rooms Good-by." Ho was half way to the foot of Lake- view avenue, striding along moodily with his head down and his hands be hind him, when ho collided violently with Raymer going in tho opposlto di rection. Tho shock was so unexpected that Grlswold would havo been knocked down If tho muscular young Iron, founder had not caught him promptly. At tho saving Instant camo mutual recognition. "Hollo, there!" said Raymer. "You aro tho very man I'vo been looking for. Charlotte wants to see you." "Not now sho doesn't," was tho rather grim contradiction. "I havo Just loft her." "Oh." Thoro was a pause, nnd then Grls wold cut In morosely. "So you did tako my way out of tho labor trouble, after all, didn't you?" Raymor looked away. "I don't know Just how you'tPllko to havo mo answer thnt, Kenneth. How much or how llttlo do you know of what happened?" "Nothing at all" shortly. "Well, It was Margery who wrought tho mlraclo, of course. I don't know, yt, Just how sho did It; but It was dono, and dono right." "And you havo asked her to marry you?" "Suffering Scott! how you do como at a man! Yes, I aBkod hor, if you've got to know." "Well?" snapped Grlswold. "She sho turned mo down, Kon- noth ; got up nnd walked all over mo. That's a horrible thing to mako mo say, but It's tho truth." "I don't understand It, Raymer. Was it the No that means No?" "I don't understand It, .either," re turned the Iron foundor, with grave naivete. "And, yes, I guess sho meant It. But that reminds mo. Sho know I waa looking for you and sho gavo mo a note let mo seo, I'vo got it hero somewhere; oh, yes, hero It la gilt monogram and all." Grlawold took tho noto and pocketed It without comment and without look ing at it. "Wore you going to Doctor Ber tie's?" he asked. "I was. Havo you any' objection?" "Not tho least In tho world. It's a good place for you to go just now, and I guess you aro tho right man for the place. Good-night." At tho next corner where thero was an electric light, Grlswold stopped and opened the monogrammed envelope. The encloauro waa a eingle sheet of perfumed noto paper upon which, with out date, address or signaturo was written tho lino: "Mr. Galbralth Is better and he Is grateful." CHAPTER XXX. ' Apples of Istakhar. Tho swinging arc light BUBpended above tho street crosalng sputtered and died down to a dull red dot of 'in candescence as Grlawold returned Mnrgery'a note to hl8 pocket and walked on. There are crises In which tho chief contention looms so largo as to leavo no room for the ordinary mental proc esses. Grlswold saw no significance In tho broken line of Margery's mes sage, the ono tremendous revelation the knowledgo that tho dross-croat- Ing curse had finally fallen upon tho woman whose convictions should havo saved her waa blotting out all the subtler perceptive facultlea; and for tho tlmo tho strugglo with tho sub merging wave of disappointment and dlsheartonment was bitter. He was two squares beyond tho crosalng of tho brokon-circulted arc light, and was still following the curve of the lakesl'do boulevard, when ho camo to tho surface of the submerg ing wave long enough to realize that ho had entered Jnaper Grlerson'B por tion of the water-front drive. Tho great houue, dark as ,to Its westward gables save for tho lighted upper windows marking tho sick room and Its anto- chamher, loomed In massive solidity among Its sheltering oaks; and tho moon, which had now topped the hills and tho crimsoning smoke hazo, was bathing land and lakescapo In a flood of silver light, whitening tho palo yel low aanda of tho beach nnd etching fantastic leaf-tracerlca on the gravel of tho boulevard driveway. There waa no Inclosing fence on the Moresido bordor of tho boulevard, and under tho nearest of the lawn oaks thcro were ruatlc park scata, Jasper Grlorson's Blnglo concession to tho public when ho had fought for and secured his property right-of-way through to the lake's margin. Grlswold turned asido and sat down on ono of tho benches. The disappointment was growing less keen. Ho was beginning to understand that ho hud mado no allowance for tho eternal feminine in tho Idealized Fidelia for tho feminlno nnd thu straltly human. But tho dis heartenment remained. Should ho stay and tight It out? Or should ho tako pity upon the poor prlsonor of tho conventions and seek to postpone tho day of reckoning by flight? Ho had not fitted tho answer to either of theso sharp-pointed queries when a pair of llght-fiugered hands camo from behind to clap themselves upon hla oyea, and a well-known volco aald, "Guess." "Margery!" ho said, and sho laughed with tho Joyous unconstralnt of a happy child and came around to sit by him. "I was doing tlmo out on tho veran da, aud I saw you down hero In tho moonlight, looking as if you had lost something," sho explained, adding: "Havo you?" "I don't know; can you lose that which you'vo novor had?" ho returned musingly. And thon: "Yes; perhaps I did lose something. Don't ask me what It Is. I hardly know, myself." "You havo Juat como from Doctor Bertie's?" sho Inquired. "Yes." "And Charlotto doesn't want to mnrry you?" "Heavens and earth!" ho exploded. "Who put tho Idea Into your head that I wanted to marry her?" "You did" calmly. "Then, for pity's sako, let mo tako It out, quick. If I were tho last man on earth, Miss Farnham wouldn't marry mo; and If sho wero tho Inst woman, I think I'd go drown myself in tho lako!" Tho young woman of tho many met amorphoses wns laughing again, nnd this tlmo tho laugh was a letter-perfect .Imitation of a schoolgirl gigglo. "My!" sho said. "How dreadfully Hard sho must havo sat on you!" "Please don't laugh," ho pleaded: "unless you are tho heartlos8 kind of person who would laugh at a funoral. I'm down under tho hoofs of tho horses, at last. Margery, girl. Beforo you Very Gently Ho Took Her in His Arms Again. came, I was wondering If tho game wero at all worth the candle." Her mood changed In the twinkling of an eye. "Tho battle Is over, and won," sho said, speaking softly. "Didn't you know that?" And then: "Oh, boy, boy! but It has been a des perate fight! Time and again I have thought you wero gone, in splto of all I could do!" "You thought I was gone? Then you know?" "Of courae I know; I havo known over since the first night; tho night when I found the monoy In your suit case. What a silly, silly thing It was for you to do to leavo tho Bayou Stato Security slips on tho packages!" "But you said" "No, I didn't say; I merely let you bellove that I didn't seo them. After that, I knew It would be only a ques tion of tlmo until they would trace you here, and I hurried; oh, I hurried! I mado up my mind that beforo tho strugglo came, all Wahaska should know you, not as a bank robber, but aa you are, and I made It como out Just that way. Then Mr. Broflln turned up, and the fight was on. Ho shadowed you, and I Bhadowed him or had Johnnie Fergus do it for me. I know he'd try Miss Farnham first, and there was only ono hope there that she might fall In lovo with you and so re fuao to glvo you away. She did, didn't she?" "Most emphatically, sho did not," he denied. "You have greatly misjudged Miss Farnham. Tho reason the only reason why sho did not tell Broflln what ho wanted to know was a purely conventional ono. Sho did not want to bo tho most-talked-of woman In Wa haska." His companion's laugh was not pleasant. "I'd rather bo a spiteful llttlo cat, which Is what sho once called me, than to bo moth-eaten on tJie lnsldo like that!" she commented. Then she went on: "With Miss Farnham. out of It and I Know sho must bo out of It, sinco Broflln didn't strike thero was still Mr. Galbralth. You didn't know why I was so anxious to havo you get acquainted with him, but ycu know now. And It worked. When Broflln asked him to Identify you, ho couldn't or wouldn't. Thon camo that un lucky drowning accident." Grlswold nodded slowly. "Yes, Mr. Galbralth knows mo now." "Ho doesn't!" sho exulted, "lie Is a dear old saint, nnd he will never know you again as the man who held him up. Listen: Ho sent for Broflln this nfternoon, and gavo him a now commission something about bonds In California. And he told him he must go on tho first train!" Onco moro tho castaway was run ning tho gamut of the fiercely varying emotions. "Lot mo understand," ho said. "You knew I had taken tho monoy, nnd yet you did all theso things to pull mo out nnd mnko tho holdup a success. Where was your moral sense, all this time, llttlo girl?" Sho mado a charming llttlo mouth at him. "I am Joan, and the Joans don't havo any moral senses to speak of do thoy? That's tho way you aro writing it down In your book, lan't It?" Thon, with a low laugh that Bounded somo unfathomed dopth of loving nbandon mont: "It was a game; and I played It played It for all I was worth, and won. You aro frco; freo as tho air, Konnoth, boy. If Broflln should come hero this minute nnd put his hand on your shoulder, you could look up and laugh In his faco. Aro you glad or sorry 7" His answer was tho answer of tho man who was, for tho tlmo bolng, nei ther the moralist nor tho criminal. With a swift outrcachlng ho drow her to him, crushed her in his arms, cor cred her faco with kisses. "I am glad glad that I nm your lover," ho whispered, passlonatoly. "God, girl! but you aro a woman to dlo for! No, not yet" when sho would have slipped out of his arms believe, me, Margery; thoro haa novor beon anyono clao not for a moment. But ' I thought It was Raymer, and for your sako and his I could havo stepped aside. That Is tho ono docent thing I havo dono In all this devilish busi ness. Aro you lUtonlne?" Sho had stopped struggling, and was hiding her faco on his shoulder. He felt her quick llttlo nod and went on. "Sinco you know tho ono decent thing, you must know all the horrible things, too. A dozen times I have beon a murderer In heart." Sho looked up quickly. "No, boy, I'll never bellevo that never!" "Walt." ho said. "It was thcro this evening Just a llttlo whllo ago. Mlaa Farnham and Galbralth wero not tho only onea I hnd to fear; thero was an other; tho teller who got horo from Now Orleans on the soven-forty-flve train. You didn't know about him, did you? He came, and an old newspaper friend of mine waa with him. I stumbled upon them on tho sidewalk In front of tho Winnebago house; and Broflln waB thoro, too. Wo wero Intro duced, tho teller and I, and Broflln was so sure ho had me that ho got his handcuffs out and was opening them." Margery shuddered and hid hor face again. "And I I didn't know!" she gasped. "Luck was with me again," ho con tinued. "Johnson didn't remember me; refused to do so ovon when Broflln stopped him and tried to tell him who I waa. I had a pistol in my pocket, and It was aimed at Broffiu. If he had mado a movo to tako mo, I should certainly have killed him." She sat up suddenly. "Glvo mo that pistol, Kenneth give It to mo now!" "I can't," he confessed, shamefaced ly. "When It was all over, I smashed tho pistol with a stone and threw It away. She drow a long breath. "Is that all?" sho asked. "All but one thing; tho worst of them all . . . that day in tho bank vault" The daughter of men burled her face on his shoulder again at that. "Don't!" sho begged. "You couldn't help It, boy; I mado you do It meaning to. There! and I said that wild horses should never drag It out of me!" Again he said. "Walt," and covered tho shining head on hla shoulder with a caressing hand. "It wasn't love. then, little girl; that's what it breaks my heart to tell you it was Just mad ness. And It wasn't clean; you've got to know that, too." Sho nodded her head violently. "1 know," sho murmured; "I knew It at the time, and that was what made me cry. But now It's It's different. Isn't It, boy? now you are " "You havo heard It all, Margery. You know what I thought I was, and what I have turned out to be. I'm afraid I am just a common crook, after all; there doesn't seem to be stand ing room anywhere else for me. But every living fiber of me, tho good and the bad, loves you loves you!" "What do I care for anything else?" she flashed back. "You aro you, Ken neth, dear; that is all I know, and alt I caro for. If you had stolon all tho monoy In tho world, and had killed a dozen men to make your got-awny. It would bo Just tho same. Only " "Only what?' he demanded jealously. "It would be just tho same to me; but but. . . . Oh, hoy, dear! It will never, never be tho same to you!" "I I dont understand," he stam mered. "Somo day you will. You call your self a crook man, man! thoro Isn't a crooked drop of blood In you! Don't I know? You persuaded yourself that you had a right to tako this roonoy: perhaps you did havo; I don't say you didn't. When I seo anything I want, 1 reach out and tako It, If I can and I guess most people would, If they dared. But you aro different; you are good. Somo day nil these dreadful things that havo como tagging along after tho fact will rlso up and gnash their teeth at you and tell you that it was a sin, a crime And then oh. boy. dear! then I shall loso you!" Very gently ho took her In his arms again; nnd for a time all things sen sible and tangible, the deserted drive way, and tho plashing of tho little waves on the sands, the staring moon light and tho ntenclled shadows of the oaks, were forgotten In tho great soul healing sllenco that wrapped them about and enveloped them. (TO BR CONTINUED.) Surely Prize Scarecrow. An American tourist bad been boast ing again in tho village inn, says Lon don Tit-Bits. "Talking of scarecrows," ho said, with a drawl, "why, my father once put ono up, and It frightened the crows so much that not ono entered tho field again for a year." Ho looked triumphantly around his audlenco. Surely that had settled those country bumpklnB. But ho was to meet his match. "That's nothing," retorted ono farm er. "A neighbor o' mine onco put a scarecrow Into his potato patch and It terrified the birds so much that one rascal of a crow who had stolen some potatoes came next day and put them back."