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SYNOPSIS. 1
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•a aa note curt-ig a r.Uudind *nu« aionn
"a the wo: »;*. uieeU a )gunic anuu In
•he road ah |rm<* to be the woman
ale ki te* k’rin lai IV. ::rt that t!*e
».n had U r a *er*l.-e in ridding h*-r
ad the am aha tu uyb >br l-'-eJ him
deoplj. *md a wed bat grant a-UT-i*
Mr» WrendaH deterrutxn to aklttd her
aod tat a - t- v-r own 1 -i»r Mr
Wretdall *ewr» tie at«*rr of Hetty fa*
tletan'a Ufa. . v.*p» that portion ttial re
taiea to k'r ,.-*40 T ita and tta* at< rv of
it.- -1- f- riel* the *1-1 ever to
leg Sha ar a ll-tt H home, fnendahtp
aaa *e natty fr-on par It --a a-- ou or of the
trairdy her a Wear-dull and Hetty re
tore to N. a T--ek utter an abaen -e of a
year *a i;-r*a- l-e>ta W'randall. brother
a! • Uth awa prat!' 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. Many
an unexpected victory is gained by
dilatory tactics, provided the blow is
struck at the psychological moment
of least resistance.
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PAINTS WOE ON HIS BARN
Town Meeting and Court Failing Riv
erhead Man, He Appeals in
Big Letters.
A sign on the barn of John J.
Pigot of Riverhead, L. L, contains the
following in large white letters on a
black background:
"A thief is in possession of farms
and lands hereabouts. Law, court
and perjurers are friends of the
j thief.”
Pigot, who is apparently an edu
cated man, past middle age and rep
uted to be wealthy, came here from
Brooklyn two years ago. He bought
a farm on Mill Pond, the water rights
of which are controlled by the River
head Electric Light company.
Soon afterward he complained to
the company that his land was being
flooded because the water was held
back for power. This was denied.
Then Pigot hired a hall, invited the
public, and made an address. He
I said Riverhead was controlled by a
, "ring,” and assailed several leading
! citizens.
Subsequently he sued the electric
I company for '$2,000, alleging that his
j farm had been damaged. The action
was decided by Justice Blackinar in
I favor of the company.
Making It Hot.
Bill—I see portable crematories
| have been suggested to follow the
: army in warfare.
Jill—Looks as if they were trying
: to make war look like what General
j Sherman said it was.
A Frog in His Throat.
“Why didn’t you study your French
; lesson last night?”
I “Please, teacher, my throat was so
sore I could scracely speak English.”
! —Judge.
Defined.
“What Is ‘innate wisdom?’ ’’
“It’s knowing all the little mean
| nesses of your neighbor before the
| town gossip or a real estate deal puts
j vau wise.”—Judge,
i _
Not a Gymnasium Teacher.
Husband—Come along! Keeping me
here standing like a fool!
Wife—Do be reasonable, dear. Can
I really help the way you stand?
The reason some folks do not get
' their prayers answered is because
! they ask for more than the Lord has
j in stock.
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A man between 20 and 30 loses 'on
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from illness, but between 50 and 60
he loses about 20 days annually.
It doesn’t take an athlete to jump
from the frying pan into the fire.
The man who poses as a lion In so
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