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Intervated rn Hetty |4* a e.« , ?* ]-*.:.- a mfatuuthoi pnmdhaaty far nraaca am tha M’rand att end repsfwthjr Cat MV ip ate aaf f«-,d a! He •.m), <■( Chains Wrwrolall by ramnat I ■* n . Into Hie family tewlie rw . .tu. if wttl. hi* friend Itran «aa lloufl a tatlt Kura at h»r --wintry plat- Laade «f»-*— to Sara that he Is augy lr kn, mil) Hatty Sara . arrw.ge* with It.art:. • ■ print a pe lure of I*, ttr I'ue-fl, ha* t.ui.ntina feeling that h* hat aoa Het*.' before lu-oktng i thin—gh a f into »• »n I . ••, I.* r -f a.t*-t t*e fula .*na of He.) He 1Tra.lT- . * er ab'.t *t Hetty dreho. It -Boat na a P». ti re of Hetty <!•)*■ an T’aftiak metre** a)a> reaemhle* her .er> a. . * Mu . to hi* ihagrln lewBr ■» tafaad b* Hetty h«al and Hetty ■—trf-sa Del- love for earh other. I hot the latter d-haret that she .an never anarry as t)e-* la at na--rm*.utitanle bar- • »*rr >a fe war rtett- u. lout a to Sara 1 that ate i- -es Hat’ Sura deflates that Hetty rr. —at mug"} luale who moat he , a*a4r to pay hi* bntb-r'y debt to the gtr! Hetty again *ltem|t* to tell the real story of IK* traced- an.i Sa-w throat- ' eaa to straagb her if ahe says a word Mara na--.lt* ll- ti I t m-atlag that all , this tkar ahe has i«-S« ved Hetty to have 4 a • - • - ;»l. e. y* ••!: 't si:.a YVratl latte- ala* —a -r»» that Hetty la In- ' — • • * - a .-*■• I--P-WS ' Het T la r» i '-si HetII prepare* to l-avr ! W— *■-it.g that after what has l.ap * - • - 1: longer Hr ' * Car Em At ae* aha --■■-)V.* a i from ll«>'b mat he t.as started . ms and wrttl be waning far ha* a tt»e aide llyetb treat* her and * -ompanes her to I-ottdon CHAPTER XIV.—Continued. M’hen the bight hoot from Dover to «*1*1* slipped away from her moor tags that -nIlH*. Hetty Oastleton and her maid were on board with all their bag* and trunks and t4rancor. Booth • aa H|guMd to br completely at sea Hi the heart of that glittering London - (MOB TV- night aa* fog-iuden and drip 1 ptag. and the efocatng promised to be . MMidt&subt. U rat ;e-d in a thick eea- . chirr Hetty cat huddled up in the lea of the dm kbouae. a irk ai heart and , miserable She reproached b- rcelf for •be anti a tnck »he wes playing or b-m. rer.led herself and ret pitied her adf A tall mac tame -Lamtiling down tV narrow ipmr* along the rati and atopped directly in front of her Sh«* hian<-4 .a alarm aa he reached out his band to support himself against the gar Choose A* he leaned forward, he iMMgbed "low wore thinking of me. Hetty." •Old the MS for k ton* ume she stared at him. tnastud. sad then, with a low moati. cwswtud her ejrew with her hands. "I» It true is It a arum" she He dropped down beside her and gathered her is hta strong, eager arms. “Ton were th.naing of me. weren't row’ And reproaching yourself, and halite yourself (or running sway like this’ | thought so Well you might he) aa well try to dodge the smart cat detective in the world as to give me the slip now darling '* •"Vo* yon spl-d on meT" she cried, in mured tones, She lay very Ump in ht* arms “I did." he confessed, without shame "find, when I think of what I might fre doing at this momen* if I hadn't found yow out in ume! Think of tne hmk Iberw in Loudon, racing about hk* a madtr.se. searching for you in owery "Mease. Jlease*" she implored Hot luck was with me Vou can't gel away. Hotly. I shan't let yon out *f my nigh' again 111 camp in front Du Stated at Him, Transfixed of your door and you'll see me wither ■ad die of sleeplessness, for one or the other of my eyes will always be open." "Oh. I am so tired, so miserable." Aw murmured "Poor little sweetheart!" “1 wish you would bale me" "lie w here you are, dearest, and— forget!" "tf I ooly could forget “Rust 1 will bold you tight and hasp you warm. We re in for a nasty crossing, but It Is paradise for me. 1 am mad wtth the delight of having you her*, holding you close to me. feeling you in my arms. The wilder the night the better, for 1 am wild with the joy of it all I love you! 1 love you’" He strained her doner to him in a sort of parasyang *»he was quiet for a long time. Then sae breathed into his ear: "You will never know how mark I was loafing for you. last as yoa are now. Hrandon. and m the midst of It wii you came. It la like a fairy story. ..■n|SMii*Mla;wt sm* . ::<i oh. 1 shall always believe in 1 allies." A long time afterward the throbbing ceased, bell-buoys whistled and clanged about them; the sea suddenly grew ■ aim and lifeless, they slid over it as if It were a quavering sheet of ice; and lights sneaked out of the fog and approached with stealthy 6wlftness. Bells rang below and above them, sailors sprang up from everywhere and alls were heard below; the rattling of chains and the thumping of heavy lug- ! gage took the place of that steady, j monotonous beat of the engines. Peo ple began to Infest the deck, limp and groaning harassed but voiceless. A mighty sigh seemed to envelop the whole ship—a sigh of relief. Then it was that these two arose suffly from their shelteied bench and , gave heed to the things that were about them The channel was behind them. CHAPTER XV. Rattling Old Bones. They journeyed to Paris by the night mail. He was waiting for her on the j plaliorm when she descended from ' the wagon lit in the Gare du Nord. Sleepy passengers crowded with them into the customs department She. alone among them all, was smiling brightly, as if the world could be sweet at an hour when, by all odds, it should be sleepiest. 1 was up and on the lookout for you at Amiens." he declared, as they walked off together. “You might have got off there, you know," with a wry grin. 1 shall not run away from you again, Brandon." she said earnestly. "1 promise, on my honor.” By Jove." he cried, "that's a re lief!" Then he broke into a happy laugh. 1 shall go to the Ritz," she said, after her effects had been examined and were ready for release. 1 thought so." he announced calm ly. T wired for rooms before I left txindoc." Really, this is ridic—” Don't frown like that, Hetty," he pleaded. As they rattled and bounced over the cobble-stones in a taxi meter on the way to the Place Vendome, he de moted the whole of his conversation to the delicious breakfast they were to have, expatiating glibly on the won derfal berries that would come first in ■ hat aJway»s-to-be-remembered meal. She was ravenously hungry by the t;uie they reached the hotel, just from listening to his dissertation on chops and rolls and coffee as they are served in Paris, to say nothing of waffles and honey and the marmalade that no Eng lishman can do without. Alone in his room, however, he was quite another person. His calm assur ance took flight the instant he closed •he door and-moodily began to prepare (or his bath. Resolution was undi mitiished. but the facts in the case were most desolating. Whatever it was that stood between them, there was no gainsaying Its power to influ ence their lives. It was no trifle that caused her to take this second flight, and the sooner he came to realize the seriousness of opposition the better. He made up his mind on one point ,n that half hour before breakfast; if she asked h:m again to let her go her way in peace, it was only fair to her and right 'hat he should submit to the inevitable. She loved him. he was sure of ir. Then there must be a very go«>d reason for her perplexing attitude toward him He would make one more attempt to have the truth from her. Failing in that, he would accept the situation as hopeless, fbr the time be ing at least. She should know that he loved her deeply enough for that. She joined him in the little open-air cafe, and they sat down at a table in a remote corner. There were few peo ple breakfasting. In her tender blue ••yes there was a look of sadness that haunted him, even as she smiled and called him beloved. Hetty, darling,” he said, leaning forward and laying his hand on hers, can't you tell me what it is?” She was prepared for the question. In her heart she knew the time had «°me when she must be fair with him. He observed the pallor that stole into her warm, smooth cheeks as she re garded him fixedly for a long time be fore replying. There is only one person in the world who can tell you. Brandon. It is '"r her to decide. 1 mean Sara Wran dall." Hv felt a queer, sickening sensation , of uneasiness sneak into existence. In the back of his mind, a hateful fear began to shape itself. For a long time he looked Into her somber eyes, and as he looked the fear that was hateful I took on something of a definite shape. ''Did you know her husbandV he used, and somehow he knew what the I answer would be. \ es, *he replied, after a moment. She was startled. Her lips remained parted. He watched her closely. "Has this <his secret anything to do with Cbal j iis Wrandall?” It has.” said she, meeting his gate steadily. His hands clutched the edge of the table in a grip that turned the knuckles , white. Hetty! he cried, in a hoarse whis TM‘r “You—can't mean that you_” 'You muet go to Sara,” she cried hurriedly "Haven't I told you that she is the one—’’ Were you In love with that infernal scoundrel?” he demanded fiercely. “Sara knows everything. She will tell you—" “Were yon earning on an affair »itb him while professing to be the friend of his wife? Veil me that! Did she find you out and—” Oh, Brandon, why will you per al*t. ' she cried, her eyea aflame. ”1 can tell you no more. Why do you glare at me as if I were the meanest thing on earth? Is this love? Ib this your idea of greatness? Isn’t it enough for you to know that Sara is my loyal, devoted friend; that she—” "Wait!” he commanded darkly. “Is it possible that she did not discover your secret until the day you left her house so abruptly? Does that explain your sudden departure?" “I can answer that," she said quiet ly. “She has known everything from the day I met her. I have not said anything, Brandon, to lead you to be lieve that I was in love with Challis' Wrandall, have I?" His eyes softened. “No. you haven't. I—I hope you will forget what 1 said. You see, 1 knew Wrandall’s reputation. He had no sense of honor. He—" “Well, I have!” she said levelly. He fluehed. "I am a beast! I'll put, it in this way, then: Was he in love with you?” ''You are still unfair. I shall not an swer.” He was silent for a long time. “And Sara’s lips are sealed,” he mused, still possessed of doubts and fears. “Until she elects to tell the story, dearest love, my lips are also sealed. I love you better than anything else in all this world. I could willingly offer up my life for you, but—well, my life does not belong to me. It is Sara's.” “For heaven's sake, Hetty, what is all this?” he cried In desperation. “I can say no more. It is useless to < insist, Brandon. If you can wrest the story from her, all well and good. You will hate me then, dear love. But it cannot be helped. I am prepared.” "Tell me this much: When you re fused to marry Leslie, was your course inspired by what had hap pened in—In connection with Challie Wrandall?” “You forget that It is you that I love,” she responded simply. "But why should Sara urge you to marry Leslie if there is anything—" “Hush! There Is the waiter. Come to my sitting-room after breakfast. I have something to say to you. We must come to a definite understanding.' This cannot go on." He was with her for an hour in that pinched little sitting-room, and left her there without a vestige of rancour in his soul. Sshe would not give an inch in the stand she had taken, but some thing immeasurably great in his make up rose to the occasion and he went forth with the conviction that he had no right to demand more of her than she was ready to give. He was satis fied to abide by her decision. The spell of her was over him more com pletely than ever before. Two days later he saw her off at the Gare de Lyons, bound for Interlaken. There was a complete understanding between them. She wanted to be quite alone in the Alpine town; he was not to follow her there. She had reserved rooms at the Schweitzerhof. and the windows of her sitting-room looked straight up the valley to the snow-cov ered crest of the Jungfrau. Sho re membered these rooms; as a young girl she had occupied them with her father and mother. By some hook or crook. Booth arranged by wire for her to have them again, not an easy matter at that season of the year. Later she was to go to Lucerne, and then to Venice. The slightest shred of hope was left f*r Booth. Even though he might ac complish the task he had set unto him self—the conquest of Sara in respect to the untold story—he still had Het ty's dismal prophecy that after he learned the truth he would come to see why they could not be married. But he would not despair. "We'll see," was all that he said in response to her forlorn cry tbat they were parting for ever. There was a grimness in the way he said it that gave her something to cherish during the months to come; the hope that he would come back and take her in spite of herself. He sailed from Cherbourg on the first steamship calling there. Awake, he thought of her; asleep, he dreamed of Challis Wrandall. There was some thing uncanny in the persistence with which that ruthless despoiler of peace forced his way into his dreams, to the absolute exclusion of all else. The voy age home was made horrid by these nightly reminders of a man he scarce ly knew, yet dreaded. He became more or less obsessed by the idea that an evil spell had descended upon him in the shape of a ghostly influence. The weeks passed slowly for Hetty. There were no letters from Sara, but an occasional line or so from Mr. Car roll. She had made Brandon Booth promise that he would not write to her, nor was he to expect anything from her. If her intention was to cut herself off entirely from her recent “Hetty!" He Cried, in a Hoarse Whis per. world and its people, as she might have done in another way by pursuing the time-honored and rather cowardly plan of entering a convent, she was soon to discover that success in the undertaking brought a deeper sense of exile than she could have imagined herself able to endure at the outset. She found herself more utterly alone and friendless than at any time in her life. The chance companions she formed at Interlaken—despite a well* meant reserve—served only to in crease her feeling of loneliness and de spair. The very natural attentions of men, young and old, depressed her, in stead of encouraging that essentially feminine thing called vanity. She lived as one without an, aim, without a single purpose except to close one day that she might begin the next. After a time, she went on to Lu cerne. Here the life on the surface was gayer, and she was roused from her state of lethargy in spite of her self. Once, from her little balcony in the National, she saw two of her old acquaintances in the chorus at the Gaiety. They were wearing many pearls. Another time, she met them in the street. She was rather quietly dressed. They did not notice her. But the prosperous Hebraic gentlemen who attended them were not so careless. One day a card was brought to her rooms. For the next two wqeks she had a true and unavoidable friend in Lucerne. It would appear that Mrs. Rowe-Martin had not been apprised of the rift in the Wrandall lute. She had no reason to consider the exclu sive Miss Castleton as anything but the most desirable of companions. Mrs. Rowe-Martin was not long in finding 'believe piecework is best _ Employers of Labor Bring Strong Ar guments to Bear in Favor of That System. The point is often made that the trade union with its day-rate mini mum assumes that all of its crafts men are equally efficient and that they should be paid accordingly. Em ployers are not likely to admit this al legation, but sometimes they act as if they also believed in a dead level among workmen. The president of a large electrical railway system is consistently opposed to piecework or premium systems, not because of any fear of labor troubles or the special conditions of electric railway maintenance, but simply on the assumption that no shopman can possibly be worth more than $2 to $2.50 a day. The shop superintendent of this railway has been able to strengthen his argument for a piece work system by making a careful study of practices in other shops, and he has determined that a large increase in the production of some jobs could be brought about by some form of pre mium system. In fact, he has calcu lated that the abolition of the day rate would produce a net saving of about twenty per cent, in labor coeL He is also convinced that the piece work system would actually result in better workmanship because the pres ent day rates are too low to appeal to good shopmen. This has been the result on most roads where the piecework system has been introduced. But It seems to take a long time to overcome the prejudice against a workman earning more than the ordinary wages of his craft even when his production is corresponding ly greater. After all. the prime con ..... —• fvnt ■ nf-y HimrrlMI-tilW cern of an economical management as related to shop accounts should not be the wages of individuals but the total cost of maintenance per car mile. —Electric Railway Journal. Tobacco Fools Bears. As a safeguard against attacks from angry bears, a veteran trapper recom mends tobacco in the pockets. He ran into a big cinnamon, com ing down the trail at full speed. The bear struck him in the p"ft of the stom ach with his head, hurling him into the underbrush and sinking his teeth into his thigh. The bear's teeth were setting deeper, and he had about given up when the bear suddenly let go. sat up on his haunches and began to strangle, much like a dog with a bone in his throat. He continued the per formance for a few seconds, then rose ' to his feet and started up the moun tain as fast as he could travel. The trapper discovered a plug of chewing tobacco in his pocket had been ground to a pulp and wet with the animal’s saliva. The tobacco had evidently made him so sick that he was glad to let go. . Lower Animals That Weep. Among the creatures that weep most easily are the ruminants. All hunters know that the stag weeps, and we are also assured that the bear sheds tears when it sees its last hour approaching. The giraffe is not less sensitive, and regards with tearful eyes the hunter who has wounded iL Dogs weep quite easily. The same is true of certain monkeys. As for the elephant, there is abundant evidence of the ease with which it weeps. It sheds tears when wounded, or when it sees that it can not escape; its tears roll from Its eyes like those of a human being in at flictlon. out (though how she did it. heaven knows), that Lord Murgatroyd's grand niece was no longer the intimate of that impossible person, Sara Gooch. She couldn’t think of Sara without thinking of Gooch. But at last Mrs. Rowe-Martin depart ed. much to Hetty’s secret relief, but not before 6he had increased the girl’s burthens by introducing her into a cold-nosed cosmopolitan set from which there were but three wayG of es cape. She refused to marry one of them, denied another the privilege of making love to her. and declined to play auction bridge with all of them. They were not long in dropping her. al though it must be said there was real regret among the men. From Mrs. Rowe-Martin and others she heard that Mrs. Redmond Wran dall and Vivian were to be in Scotland in October, for somebody-or-other’s christening, and that Leslie had been doing some really wonderful flying at P&u. ‘‘I am so glad, my dear," said Mrs. Rowe-Martin, “that you refused to marry Leslie. He is a cad. Besides, you would have been in a perpetual state of nerves over his flying.” Of Sara, there was no news, as might have been expected. Mrs. Rowe-Mar tin made it very clear that Sara was a respectable person—but heavens! The citfU days of autumn came and the crowd began to dwindle. Hetty made preparations to join in the ex odus. As the days grew short and bleak, she found herself thinking more and more of the happy-hearted, sym bolic dicky-bird on a faraway window ledge. His life was neither a trave*ty nor a tragedy; hers was both of these. Something told her too that Brandon Booth had wormed the truth out of Sara, and that she would Dever see i him again. It hurt her to think that while Sara believed in her, the man . who loved her did not. It is a way ‘ men have. I _ CHAPTER XVI. Vivian Aira Her Opinions. Chief among Booth's virtues was his undeviating loyalty to a set purpose. He went back to America with the firm intention to clear up the mystery surrounding Hetty Castleton. no mat ter how irksome the delay in achiev ing his aim or how vigorous the meth ods he would have to employ. Sara Wrandall, to ail purposes, held the key; his object in life now was to in duce her to turn jt in the lock and throw' open the door so that he might enter in and become a sharer in the secrets beyond. A certain amount of optimistic cour age attended him in bi6 campaign against what had been described to i him as the impossible. He could see no clear reason why she should with hold the secret under the new, condi tions. when so much in the shape of happiness was at stake. It was in this spirit of confidence that he pre pared to confront her on his arrival in New York, and it was the same un bounded faith in the belief that noth ing evil could result from a perfectly Just and honorable motive that gave him the needed courage. He stayed over night in New York, 1 and the next morning saw him on his way to Southlook. There was some thing truly ingenuous in his desire to get to the bottom of the matter with out fear or apprehension. At the very worst, he maintained, there could be nothing more reprehensible than a passing infatuation, long since dis pelled, or perhaps a mildly sinister episode in which virtue had been tri umphant and vice defeated with un-! pleasant results to at least one per-! son. and that person the husband of Sara Wrandall. Pat met him at the station and drove him to the little cottage on the upper road. "Ye didn't stay long,” said he reflect ively, after he had put the bag up in front. He took up the reins. "Not very," replied his master. After a dozen rods or more, Pat tried again. just siventeen days, t rnase it. “Seems longer.” “Perhaps you’ll be after going back soon.” "Why should you think that, Pat rick?” "Because you don't seem to be takin' much interest in your 6urroundin's here.” said Pat loftily. He delivered a smart smack on the crupper with his stubby whip, and pursed bis lips for the companionship to be derived from whistling. “I suppose you know why I went to Europe," said Booth, laying his hand affectionately on the man’s arm. "Sure I do," said Pat, forgetting to whistle. “And wae it bad luck you had. sor?” “A temporary case of it, I'fn afraid." “Well," said the Irishman, looking •P at his employer with the most pro- j found encouragement in his wink, “If it’s anny help to you. sor. I'll say that I’ve never found bad luck to be any thing but timporarv. And, believe me. I’ve had plinty of it. Mary was dom near three years makin’ up her mind to say yis to me.” “And since then you’ve bad no bad luck?" said Booth, with a smile. "Plinty of It, begob, but I’ve had some one besides meself to blame for It. There’s a lot in that, Mr. Bran don. Whin a man marries, be simply divides his luck into two parts, good and bad, and if he's like most men he puts the bulk av the bad luck on his wife and kapes to himself all he can av the good for a rainy day. That’s what makes him a strong man and able to meet trouble when it comes. The beauty av the arrangement is that bad luck is only timporary and a wom an enjoy* talking about It, while good luck is wid us nine-tenths of the time, whether we know it or not, and we don’t have to talk about it.” This was fine philosophy, but Booth discerned the underlying motive. "Have you been quarreling?" "I have not,” said Pat wrathfully. “But I won't say as much for Mary. The point av me argument is that I have all the good luck in havin’ mar ried her, and she claims to have had all the bad luck in marryin’ me. Still, as I said before, ’tis but timporary. The good luck lasts and the bad don’t. She’ll be after tellin' me 60 before sundown. That’s like all women. You'll find it out for yourself wan o' these days, Mr. Brandon, and ye’ll be dom proud ye’re a man and can enjoy your good luck when ye get it The bad luck’s always failin’ behind ye. and ye can always look forward to the good luck. So don’t be downhearted. She'll take you, or me name’s not what it ought to be.” Booth was inclined to accept this unique discourse as a fair-weather sign. "Take these hags upstairs, Pat,” said he on their arrival at the cottage, “and then come down and drive me over to Mrs. Wrandall’s." “Witt ye be after stayin’ for lunch with her, Mr. Brandon?” inquired Pat, climbing over the wheel. “I can’t answer that question now.” “Hiven help both av us if Mary’s good luncheon goes to waste.” fcaid Pat ominously. "That’s all I have to say. She'll take it out av both av us.” “Tell her I'll be here for lunch.” said Booth, with alacrity. Prom which it may be perceived that master and man were of one mind when it came to considering the importance of Mary. Pat studied his watch for a moment with a calculating eye. ”It’s half-past eliven now, sor,” he announced. "D’ye think ye can make it?" Booth reflected. "I think not.” he said*. "I’ll have luncheon first.” Where upon he leaped from the trap and went in to tell Mary how happy he was to be wfcere he could enjoy home cook ing. At four he was delivered at Sara’s door by the astute Patrick, announced by the sedate Watson and interrogated by the intelligent Murray, who seemed surprised to hear that he would not have anything cool to drink. Sara ! sent word that she would be down in j fifteen minutes, but, as a matter of i fact, appeared in less than three. She cime directly to the point. 'Well," she said, with her mysteri ous smile, "she sent you back to me, 1 see." He was still clasping her hand. Have you heard from her?” he asked quickly. "No. But I knew just what would happen. I told you it would prov* | to be a wild-goose chase. Where is j she?” He sat down beside her on the cool, white covered couch. "In Switzerland. I put her on the train the night before I sailed. Yes, she did send me back to you. Now I'm here, I want the whole story, Sara. What is it that stands between us?” For an hour he pleaded with her, all to no purpose. She steadfastly re fused to divulge the secret. Not even : his blunt reference to Challis Wran ! dall's connection with the affair found j a vulnerable spot in her armor. “I shan’t give it up, Sara,” he said, | at the end of his earnest harangue against the palpably unfair stand both she and Hetty were taking. “I mean to harass you, if you please, until I get what I’m after, it is of the most vital importance to me. Quite as much so, I am sure, as it appears to be to you. If Hetty will say the word. I’ll take her gladly, just as she is, without knowing what all this is about. But, you see, she won't consent. There must be some way to override her. You both admit there is no legal bar rier. You tell me today that there is no insanity in her family, and a lot J of other things that I've been able j to bring out by questioning, so I am more than ever certain that the ob stacle is not so serious as you would Pat Met Him at the Station. have me believe. Therefore. I mean to pester you until you give in, my dear Sara.” “Very well.” she said resignedly. "When may I expect a renewal of the conflict?” "Would tomorrow be convenient?” be asked quaintly. She returned his smile. "Come to luncheon.” "Have I your permission to start the portrait?” “Tea. As soon as you like.” He left her without feeling that he had gained an inch along the road to success.. That night, in the gloaming of his starlit porch, he smoked many a pipeful and derived therefrom a pro found estimate of the value of tact and discretion as opposed to bold and impulsive measures in the handling of a determined woman. He would make haste slowly, as the saying goes. 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