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'-vnr -yy.. KJt '. T 6i sy '' I '. -4r ".-ft" N ' Mm JL ."' ti. .T.r ..,,-., r n. .itjf...,,-. r . 'r ' ii f pi i i'i niMMiimiinuiiiHiiiiiiniiiiititniuiiiii II Jessica Goes to j the City J" '&mfci JJ , 5 By MALCOLM BROWN aiuimiimiiiniiiiimiimiiiimiiiimim?: Copyrtgli', lv:; VVrUern Nowapaiwr UuIi.il "Don't go, doiir' wo ahull miss you, oh, so inueh I" ' Klutf, 'p'htlc Auut rrlficlllti placed a pleading hand ni tho fulr golden lioatl of her favorite niece, Jcsslcu, us she spoke .kssltu loved her aH everybody elso did. She clung to lior now, but ntlll she murmured pleadingly! 'I slinll inlBS you, too, dourest aunt, hut, oli I I do so want to hco wliut life Is like uwuy from this quiet, humdrum vlilugc. Cousin Marcla linn written mo so much nbout tho bright, brlllliiiit life she lends, They huvo asked mo to come o often. Marcla says Hint Uncle nnd Aunt Wllllston feel quite olTcnded at my constant refusal to accent their Invitation, so so " "My poor, wilful child, my dear, In nocent Iambi" murmured Aunt Prts cilia IndulgenUy. "I will not say an other word. I must not forget that youth yea run for a ehnnge." "I must finish my packing If I expect to cntch the train, mustn't I, aunty?" usked Jessica. "And libera Is dear iUobcri to suy good-by to " "Hoberl had to go out Into the coun try with hi? father," again Interrupted Aunt Prlscdlu. "He was hero with sonio flowers for you long before jou were awake." "How kind be Is, the dear, dear tal low I" murmured Jessica. Ilobcrt I.lston, thujuin of their near est neighbor, bad been a true utul loyal knight errant wince the mimtner before. It was be who had built the .pretty vine-enclosed bower where Jos idea read and did fancy work on picas unt afternoons. It was Robert who and mailed out and cultivated a little garden patch Hint was the delight of everybody who visited It. It seemed that u day could not puss but that Robert did some thoughtful act In her behalf. They bad been fa mous friends. Jessica actually shod one or two tears mi she thought of leuvlng Newton wlthoi'tau opportunity to say good-by to tho best friend she had ever known. Aunt 1'iisclllu found the forgotten box of flowers nnd sighed. Shu loved luo frank, handsome, light-hearted youth who had been the life of the place. All through a month Auut PrhtcJIlii received letters from Jessica. They bubbled over with all the evanesceuco of a girl whose life -had become one constant round of plousures. Then they became briefer mid briefer. Then there wus a whole month dur ing vvbl tb no word came from the dis tant nleci'. At Its end, however, thorn urrlved a brief note from Jessica. It reud: "There Is trouble. I am coming home,'1 and two mornings Inter Jessica urrlved at Hits pretty little cottage toi throw her arms around her aunt's neck und sob out her worries. "Ob, Aunt Prlsclllu," hhe cried, "I iiovorwaul'lOtKoitAVuy again! It was grn(!tf?'BV-"rirtit.- It was parties, mull jMltW'fltfbimobllo picnics, hut It till pnticd.- In ' .crush, A foreign count Mnrelli expected to marry turned out to' bo an Impostor. One night some of the men drank too much wine, were offonalTO to the ladles, uml It ended In a disgraceful scene. Then uncle lost ull he hud on the stock exchange, the credltora seized everything there was for debt, mid oh, I must see Kolajrl, und Hit! garden I" ' . Tlio dour obi garden! Hvory Wash ing hud oo carefully nurtured re prouchod Jessica as she ran out from tlio house. .She bulled her face Into n lump of lilies and kissed them fer vently, like old dear friends. .She went nto the bower. The quaint old conceit drew Jessica to step toward It, to Tuncy herself back In the sunlit past. It seemed as If her city experience somehow hud clouded the pure serenity of those old deur lay. Fairly unconsciously she placed her baud In the hollow. Her angers touched something. It was a letter. The truth Hashed across her ' the one that Robert had written her probably the morning she left home, tp which her aunt had referred. , tier sweet face flushed crimson us she, rund the manly avowal of lovo of ( her old true friend, the tears came to her eyes us she realized bow cruelly she bud neglected him. 1 "If I had found this that morning loug ago," she murmured, "I am afraid X would have said, 'Walt, let mo seo life before 1 answer.' Now " She paused. She pressed her lips to the damp mildewed sheet that bud held Its fond secret so close for so ninny months. "Yes, now, dear Jessica?" asked nn eager, radiant voice behind her, nnd she turned to face the writer of the missive. "Oh, Robert 1 Robert I" cried Jessica, nor hands extended like the winning, wilful child she was, "Ti have come back to home and peace und lovo 1" "Blue Dlood." Vo belong to Hie "caste of Vera de Yore" Js synonymous to being all that la honorable and Illustrious, of pure and ancient lineage, among the noblest of the land. Mucuulny, the historian. oxtolled the family of de Vero as "the longest and most Illustrious line uf no- blcs that England has seen," while Tennyson hna immortalized the name 1-i,,)rtt?0 n8 of l),lro undent '" jMttJu7K'.rtffr foWMilUJA'nbrov do Vpw. trtri7e3irlnl)onndubook J10S0)1 'as .ho holder of a great llcf luKisox? w'nmbrldgoshlre pud Sussex, and his descendants have figured in English Jitstory for centuries. K lllliiniiitltiiiiiilllimtniitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiu The Owner of "Silver King" h'm'' kmm Ey MARV.IN ST. JOHNS HllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllB Cupyti2l . i'J'i'i, Hytrin Newspaper Union. Danbury saw that the man wns lying In tho middle of the road, hi Im minent danger of being run down by tlib whirling automobiles that followed each other In a never-ending stream. Ho shook him, but the man did not respond. Then, lifting hlin In bis nnns, tho young American carried him to tho side of the highway and laid blui down under u tree. Automobiles and carriages streamed past them, hut no one stopped to no tlco the recumbent man. For this was at Kcmpton I'ark, nnd one of tho clas sic races of the year was to be run. Tlio man bad evidently fainted. He was elderly, thin, uuuiit. wild-looking. Leuvlng. him there, Jiniibury bought sonic sundwlfbes. Tho man ate ihe sandwiches greed Hy, and presently seemed so far re covered as to sit up. He stared at his rescuer. "Have they run Mm Victoria stakes yet?" he Implored. "Not, I believe, till three o'clock," Danbury answered. "Then help me to the course. It's a mutter of thoiisaniH." He looked at Danbury thought fully. "Help me there nnd I'll show you what an old man's gratitude, means." Half an hour hi I or they were seated by tlio side as near the track as tiiey could gel. "There I" the old man cried, as a poor-looking animal went by. "That's Silver King. He's being quoted at forty to one a rank outsider. And hii'llf win he's mine." "That horse Is yours?" ejaculated Danbury. "M'ue. every Inch of him. And now I'm gulag to make your fortune," re plied the other. "Listen I" "Ten years ago Sliver King was u Derby winner. Never mind what his name wiih then. He was mine, nnd I won ninety thousand pounds on him. It went In wine, women and song squandered, sir, as easily as It came. I lost everything; I lost Silver King, lie wns sold to a millionaire. Rut his Jockey misused him ami he wouldn't run. Three mouth ago, I discovered him breaking ills brave heart between the shafts of u hansom cub. I bought him for ten gidneus ensh. I bad Just a hundred, pounds In the world. I rented ,iu llul.u" cottage nnd bftrn in a wild part of Kse'.v, nnd there I trained him. Twelve years old he Is today, and at first It wus a heart-breaking task. Often I thought the task was Impossible, but I persevered. And at last the day came when I knew that I hud again one of Hid. swiftest steeds n this country. I hired n Jockey and entered hlin for the Victoria stakes. I had llfty pounds left, and I borrowed two hundred more. I didn't spend anything on -food. A loaf tf bread js ull I've hnd the last live days. Re cnuse, you see, sir, two hundred nnd fifty pounds placed on a forty-to-one shot means ten thousand If ho wins. A fortune for me uml a peaceful old age for Silver King. And ho can't lose.." He started toward a lull mini In u white hat who, standing on a stool, wns shouting the odds. The horses were at the starting gate. "Do you want to como In?" asked the old rellow, Mopping short. "A hun dred pounds will net you four thou Kunil." 'Diliihm-y had live hundred the bal ance of nil lid bad put aside for bis l'uropeaii tour. "You're dead sure." he queried. "I'll I'll wager four hundred." "And you'll never regret It, son," an swered the obj man, uml dragged him up to the bookmaker. "Last chance!" Hie hitter yelled. ".What's the odds on Silver King?" queried the elder man. 'il-'lfty to one," answered the book maker briskly. "Want to ninko a bet? It's a sporting chance there's worse hoies has won. Four hundred?" Ho took the money anil scribbled a memo randum In his book, bonding Danbury' the stub. Danbury turned, tense with excite ment, to seo the horses racing down the held. "He's winning," yejlcd tho old man at Danhury's side. Blackberry hnd fallen buck and Sil ver King bud passed three of his com pctltors. A roar went up. Rlaekberry was In tho lead again. And Sliver King had fallen to the rear. Tho horses quick ened their stride. Rlnckberry was edg Ing nwoy from nil. And poor old Sil ver King foil further und further away. Ho tailed away, bis withers rocked like n boat In a storm, and us the yells of thousands showed that Rlnckberry had romped home Silver King came tolling nlong, Inst of the fleld. When Danbury, stunned by his loss, turned round tho old fellow was no longer at his side. The bookmaker was nlso gone. A little mob of win ners wns hunting for him with yells of ruge. But Danbury never saw either of them again. An Acslstant Desired. "Were you sorry when .you learned there wasn't any Santa Cluus?" "I'm still sorry about It," unawcred Senntor Sorghum. "Kvcry one of my constituents who wants anything writes and asks me to get It for him," Ctoata fatrnlch DoUr,' Hair. '.T1TOJWU& .on the. heads jut. piost of the thousands or" is obtumod from the shop windows Angoru gotfL CLO-, -ft sung HIS OWN COMPOSITIONS Thomas Moore, Famous Irish Poet, Wns Surely Exceptionally En dowed li Nature. Ttioiuii" Moore, Ireland's favorite minstrel poet, was born In rooms over u Dublin corner grocery In I77H, und died a baronet, tho "poto of nil cir cles and the dutilnt of his own," the Idol of two conl IncnK In JbV For the last thirty years of his life ho lived In u colltige at Sloperton, near Devizes, Wiltshire, where he devoted himself to all manner of literary ef forts, His works Include not only de lightful short poems of "The Lust Rose of Summer" type, but also poems to form a quarto volume, such us "Lullu Rookb," for which Moore received .'I, 000 guineas ($15,000), mid they In elude prose of ull kinds, a series of humorous letters, biographies and oven a "History of Ireland." Moore himself was a beautiful sing er and rendered his own compositions often In public, It Is related. After the tragic death of his daughter ho re fused to slug publicly again. Ills daughter, the darling of his heart, wus leaning over tho balustrade one night to throw a kiss to her father as ho was going out to dine, when she lost her balance, fell utul was killed. "The Last Itose of Summer" wns one of Moore's most exquisite crea tions. It appears In a collection of "Irish Melodies," written for Rower, a London music publisher, on u contract to supply a considerable number of songs for a volume entitled ns above. The work wns started In l';07 nnd wus not completed till IS'M. "Tho Last Rose of Summer," however, was among the early productions, and Is there fore easily more than 100 years old. LAWYER COULD NOT SEE IT Lenal Luminary Felt Himself Regret fully Compelled to Decline Offered Job of "Sp:llblndlng." "I want to tube time by the fore lock," ho sold as he entered u law yer's otllce. "Yes, sir! Yes, &lr!" wns the reply. "Always take time by the forelock nnd you won't get left. What It It, sir " "Well, we mi1 to huvo tin election this fall for city olllces, and I wanted to know if I could engage you to make n speech for me the night before elec tion." "Are you going to bo a candidate?" was usked. "1 nm." "Rut what about the speech?" "Wl-, a feller Is going to run against me ugafu who beat mo by H00 votes last year. In fuct, I only got (wo votes, I want, you to come' up nnd give nio such a speech that I wNI'bcat him worse than he beat mo. You will want to lay It right down to film. He killed n horse once, und stole n saw mill, and has been 'married' three times. If you will come up and pre sent the ca.so In a way to knock the feller out, I will give you $3." The lawyer respectfully declined to take tlio case, and sbiiiebody will get snowed under again. Cincinnati En quirer. Bret Harte. Bret IluiMo, American poet und nov elist, was lxii-ir at Albany, N. Y Au gust 'S. li'x While a youth ho went to Calli'oiin.i. where, several years later he lou'i:.il the Overland Month ly In San I i. co. In 1S70 ho was made proie--. . i' recent literature In the I'liIverMtji . : California, but re signed and rem i. I to New York the following year. 1 f was United States co'-ul at Creford, Cermany, 1S7-S-S0, nn at Ulnsgow, l-ns."i,niid afterward lived In Knglnnil. Among bis ninny works ore "The Lack or Hearing Camp," "The outcast of 1'oker Flat," "CoiiiIciimmI Novel.s, etc.," "The Heuthcn Chinee," "Poems," "Stories of the Sierras," '-Tales of the Argo nauts." '(iabrlei Coiiroy." "Thankful BlOfthom," "Two Men of Sandy Rar," "California Stories. "A Millionaire of Rough and Ready," "A, Drift From Redwood Camp" and "A Phyllis of the Sierras." Her Daddy Was All Right. When I was twelve years old I called upon Mury (uged eleven) one Sunduy evening. I was all dressed up and hud pilfered nn armful of mother's cherished lilacs from tho garden. I stole out the alley gate, traversed Mary's back yard and she met mo at the kitchen door. Wo sat on the buck steps. I restrained a strong Impulse to (lee when Mary said. "Father Is coming, I think." Ho wns a gruff, bud man. When ho saw us I was terror stricken. Whnt ho said wus, "How's the boy tonight?" and he took us both In the house and sent little brother after Ice cream and Mary's mother cut n enke. So 1 wasn't kicked out by nn lrnto father, after all ; In fact, bu still likes mo and often Jokes about the Ulncs und tho kitchen steps, although another young man walked up tho aisle with Mary, Chicago Journal. Doubtful Ending. "IIus your story a happy ending?" "Well, that depends on the view point." "What do you mean?" "Some, might call 'it a happy end ing und some might not. Tho lovers got married In the la&t chapter." His Prido Lamp. Father (reading a letter from his son at college to mother) Myopia says he's git a beautiful lamp from boxing. Mother I-Jhsbkue.vy he'd win some 'i "JlS fch I ' "W""1' W, $ j-MiimiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiimimiiiniu The Singer's Sacrifice . t k . t X By WINIFRED DUNUAR - uiini;niimii!t!iimiiiiii!imii!!iim;.. : C(iiyrlRhl, l!2-'. VWairrn Ncvminiti i t'n ii A beautiful young woman standing nt tho window of t drawing room, superbly furnished, a young innir lean ing towards her, tall, iii-Hm -iiMe loi ! Ing, graceful und composed am! with a fine intellectual fuc. this was the picture. Tito young man was tlio brother ami the lonely girl the warm est friend of widowed Real rice Lane. "You uro determined, LuruV" the young mini was saying. Lura Reldeti lifted both hands, clasped In a pleading, distressed way. Her eyes were. tender, her v.!e gentle uml appealing. "i:iwyn,"'hho said softly, but with Intense eagerness, "ll is only two bright yours in my llfu that I ask, not for myself Just for urt's suke nnd and for others." "Then It Is good-by," definitely re sponded Klwyn Duriind, lumost harsh ly. "The lure of npiriuusc, the dower of gold Wu$t I meet It at every step? It Is unworthy of you to throw self and fume Into the frnll scal.'s us against the love of u true nnd lumpi-t henrt." "Oh, you do not understand," cried Lura, but be was gone. "The songbird, l.tiva." thus they had called her. The girt had been born with Lura. When a great business crash bad wrenched from her mother a' royal fortune she had come to Ihe rescue with her peerless voice. She had won laurels unexpected, the public prints discovered a real Imperii trice. Offers hud come to her Hint were bewildering to her girlish mind. "Only two year j. Klwyn 1" she had pleaded to her (lance. "It will mean so much to those I lovo and cherish." So Lura told nothing that she might have told, oven to her dear friend. Ren trice. Durum! went abroad, wan dered In odd foreign spots, 'returned home, cud wearying of ull wealth might buy of folly bccunio Interested In a great humane industrial housing plan. ' Lura at the end of two years settled down Into u quiet retired life, giving her,, entire devotion to her Invalid mother. Life's darkest hour came to her when Ihe mother died. Only tlio comfort of moderate wealth was loft to her. She became a friend nnd bene fnclross to tlm worthy poor of the sec tion in which she llcd. , Beatrice Lane bad remarried and had; removed to California. Lura had drifted away from her old friends. One day Durnnd met an old college chum. The latter was n doctor now. Dpct,or Withered became greatly Inter estojjl In D'tfruud's story" of Hio huinanl tarljip work he was engaged In. "it occupies me und I hope to do sonm good," related Durnnd, "but I do not seem to muke the people .warm up to mo. I nm not very happy nt heart, to tell you the truth, Wllhorell." "It Is a rather queer coincidence, but I have a patient who has been following somewhat In your line of hu manitarian work," said tho doctor. "It Is n woman the most noble of Hod's creatures There Is it call from my olllce." j Doctor Withered crossed the hull Into Ids V'tWljItutjii'n room. When ho came oift ihusbcjvd u lutly to Uie front door. t At slgjit of her Durand's face grew white as marble. "Doctor," he gasped, "that lady I" "Miss Laura Relden." replied hl3 friend. ' "Yes, yes, I- know." uttered Duraud Incoherently; "but who what Is sbu now?" "A being with a groat soul," replied the doctor reverently. "She Is tho lady I told you of. For over a year she bus been the angel of mercy of one of tlio poorest districts of the city, She bus sung only ut the settlement clubs. A month ago a little child who beard her slug, dying of a malignant throat dis ease, begged her mother to ask 'the hoofer lady' to come to her. I warned her not to go. Miss Relden Ignored my advice. It was Miss Relden's last song." "Why, what do you mean?" ques tioned Durnnd. "She contracted the disease from the child. 'I have reached the glory of my life In making one poor soul happy In Its darkest need, she now says." A humbled man, Klwyn Durnnd sought Lura the next day. Ho found her ut n ball whore an exhibit of art and needlework of her pensioners was In progress. ;And there, her sweet, pu Hent face ' encouraging him, ho told of the great love that had never dimmed, and they went down to the street. Went down to n new life, mutually blessed, to ho together as man nnd wife, helpers of the poor and op pressed ; guides to tho unfortunate, the Idols of happy, grateful children. Lura had Indeed sung her last song, but In their souls love wns singing all the years long, The Sheep Fair. The little village of ttist llsley, on the main road between Newbury and Oxford, has Just celebrated tho seven hundred and first nimlversury of Its sheep fair. In the old days Newbury wns a great center of tho cloth trade, and East llsley fair frequently eaw aa many as 80,000 sheep penned In Its nnrrow stvcK T! " p'.ot'ircsqup Cloth hnd at Newbury Is now u museum; and East llsley fafr Is only a nbadow of Its former self, but that fair will continue to bo held us 'our- us a tingle tfcccp can bo hoard ru l1 ; ..lgliuorln,' down. Tbut is tho pUmtsio.t custom -n OLE WAS OBEYING ORDERS First Five Hundred Miles Slowly, Said Agent, and He Intended to Do as Directed, The agent of a certain popular auto mobile mndo a sole to n Swedish farm er In it small town near Topeka. In Ids instructions to the purchaser he said: "You must bo careful." "Ay skull do dnt." "Also for the first tt)0 miles jou must drive Iowly not over 35 miles n n hour or you will burn out your beu rings." "Ay do diii. too," Mil, Ole. "Your car has two geurs, high und low. If yea want to go fast put 'or In high, if ou want to go slow, put 'or In low." "Yas, slrce, you can bet on Ole eef ay wnnt to go fust Ink evertung uy put heeni In HIkIi, if uy want to go slow uy put hcoiu In low. Share, ny no." The next day the neighbors noticed Ole driving bis new car up und down the rood In "low." lie kept It ti un til It begun to Miort nnd steam and was developing a terrific knock. "Ole, you mustn't do that, don't you know joii'II ruin your car that way you'll burn up the boatings," they cau tioned blui. "Yu can't fool V. Dn bos Nho sold me das cur !!! nn uy .-kail imt drive over faff Icon miles hour for MH) miles, lie said .. go in hurry put cur In high gear, to go slow, Ink tint!.', put boom In low gear. Ay skill run i"00 miles in low gear; not out vny quick, ny got 4)0 i dies to go." The neighbors nr-;ucd, expostulated, then laughed, and ole, with, "Yu skull nl go to h 1," sttuck out down the road at in miles an hour In low genv. CAUSE OF CANCER UNKNOWN Dread Dlccaoi Han Baffled tho Dcst Efforts of the Medical Fraternity for Centuries. Medical, seleiiee today knows ' no more about the cf.w of enncer than was known 1,000 .eurs ago. Some families s. em to be Immune. In other ramilto deaths from cancer occur ii generation after g-neration. as if to show a, Ii'redltary tendency. There are many so-called "cancer houses," In which deaths from the dis ease have occurred with such lament able repetition as to destroy their mar ket value for selling or renting pur poses. An evil repute attaches to cer tain well-known "cancer districts," hi which the death rate from this malady Is extraordinarily high. There Is one such district in the Berkshlros of Mas sachusetts, another Is In tho middle of Now York state. . One of tho many theories regarding the coUsioof cancer Is that It Is at tributable to an undiscovered germ, curried by the bedbug or some other Insect. If that wore correct, tho dis ease would surely be more prevalent among the slum-dwelling poor than among well-to-do people who enjoy tho benefit of snnltnry surroundings' Hut such Is not the case; enncer Is as common among the rich us In the tene ment nnd poorer qunrters of our cities. Pittsburgh Dlspntch. Early Englich History. Tho reason that the Normnn con quest did not .subjugate the English Is explained by the fact that "Jutes, Angles, Saxons, Danes and Noriunus" were all kindred In nice und so they united In one race; the Welsh, Irish and Scots were of tlio Celtic race. The Normans were not Frenchmen In the beginning but pirates from Scandi navia, who hud come to France and hud been given n tract of land. They adopted the French language mid be came In time the most courteous and noble people in Hut-ope, but when they .von the buttle of Hastings, they were .iioro nearly akin to the English or Anglo-Saxons than to the French, al though they brought the French lan guage to England, and tunny of their words were Incorporated Into the lan guage. Because of racial differences the Welsh, Irish and Scotch did not unite with the English as easily, but the centuries have obliterated many racial characteristics because of many Intermarriages. St. Louis Globe-Dem-ocriit. Noise. '. Every organ of your body develops resisting powers us you need thorn. A miller gets so used to the sound of his mill wheels tbut ho ceases to hear them nnd can catch n whisper. Put GO identical machines In a room. Workers forget the noise. But, If one machine stops, the operator knowa It Instantly by the changed sound. This power of the curs to adjust themselves to environment makes city llfo possible. Metropolitans live in an Inferno of noise. Tho curs Ignore It, In a largo sense, though tho noise Is there, tenting away at the nervous system. Emergency Case, "I cannot countenance your kissing one of your, patients, nurse." "But, doctor, It was In my line of duty." "How so?" "This, gentleman swore he'd die without It." Blrnilnghnni Age-IIernld. True Economlct. Ilo wus nn Ingenious und Ingenuous small boy. "Mother," he wild on one occasion, "will you wusb my face?" "Why. Hugh, can't you do that?'' "Yes, mother, I can, but I'd have to vvut my bunds, nnd they don't ik-w! 't." --Harper's Minsir.lne.J -- .t yiiiiiimiimiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiilg The Cuban Dancer 5 By CALVIN HENDRICKS ' nmmiimiui(muiiiiiiUMiiiiiiiiiinimi Copyright, 19Z2. Wcrtcrn Nowapapcr Uulon It vvus lii the splendor of the Florida sunset Hint Ned Murdoch told Dolores of Ids lovo. Ho was resting upon his ours, half way between the mainland and Cy press Key. Under their boat the blue tides ran swiftly. "Dolores, said the young planter, "will you stay hero and marry me?" She startled and looked nl him In tently. "Your wife!" she murmured, and her lingers clutched the rowlocks con vulsively for u moment. "No!" Bhc continued hurriedly, "You don't know who 1 am or anything about mo." "I don't care," Murdoch cried. , "I know Hint I love you." She bad drifted Into Big Cypress In May, when tho Inst of the tourists hnd left Florida nnd tho hotel was closed. She had come from Tumpn, she ex plained languidly; u touch of fever, n need for rest, for change. Since then two weeks bad passed, and on the morrow sbj wns to go. She would never come buck, they know, that brilliant bird of passage who had 1lngnrc 1 HlftV. talking with the fisher men, petting the fat children upon the wharves, on reclining lazily In the Miade of it -palmetto tree, pulling at . her cig..rette. "No," bhl'iiiiHwered Murdoch In ngl- I latlon. "I must go home. It Is Impos- 1 slide. Kcd Murdoch rowed her back and left her at tho cottage door. Next morning she left Tampa. He did not ece her again. She was gone, and Rig Cyprcsa swiftly forgot her. Then the event occurred which changed his life. One evening, at the hotel, u tourist offered him a cigar from the box. lie took one and then snatched the box from the man's hand and stood staring at it like n man hypnotized. For there on the Inside of the lid v, ns Dolotes. All night be paced the beach In nn ecstasy of happiness. Ho would find her now why hud be never thought of going to Tampa before? lie would find her nnd bring her hclr to be his wife. He tool: the morning train for Tam pa and made his way to the cigar fac tory. There, having obtained an ,ln-toy-view with the manufacturer, he stilted Ids case boldly. "You, are under a mistake, scnor,", said tljo Spaniard. "However, 1 think you arc, sincere, and, as I happen to. know where you can And the'Scnorlta Dolores, J will toll you. Go to num ber 102 Aveulda Otrantn at nine o'ejock lids evening nnd you ,wlll as suredly , meet her there." , Ho bon-od und, with a cynical smile, passed' Into his office, shrugging, tils shoulders. . , In Bull's culm ret. No. 10,'J Avenlda Otrantn, the usiiul throng was assem bled nt nine o'clock Hint evening. Senor Bull, nn enterprising Yankee from Philadelphia, certainly knew how to cuter to the tastes of his patrons. As for Sonorlta Dolores, he hnd picked her up In an obscure music had, and It was shrewdly said that the ton days' f caudal which bad brought her Into the limelight . had been actually en gineered, If not invented, by Senor Bull himself. When she came forward on the stage that night the attendance at the little tables broke into a storm of bravos. Attired un u nuitador, in short scarlet skirts, holding her dart with Its flut tering banderole, she bowed and kissed her hands to tho audience and capered forward and began her song. It was u line song and It went to the henrts of tho Cubans who heard her. And whirling In the piny of colored lights, until she seemed like n pen fairy entangled In masses of filmy drapery, tho senorltn spun. Then, nil of n sudden, she stopped. " She stopped and stood perfectly still, her eyes fixed on the audience no, one of the audience; on a man who came forward, elbowing his way through the crowds and pushing forwnrd toward the stnge. That was all that the audi ence snw, for the curtain fell nnd hid them. nut Murdoch knew nothing save Hint ho had found her again. Ilo drew her into tho wings, nnd, holding hor hands, stood gazing nt hor triumphantly. "Como!" lie said. "Come? Whore?" echoed the son orlta. for tho first time finding her voice: But It was broken with tears and filled with shnmo. "Why did you como hero?" she sobbed Indignantly. "Why couldn't you hnvo forgotten me? You have no right to Judge mo because I am Just a dancing girl." "I haven't Judged you," said Mur doch quietly. "I wnnt you to como wltji me. Answer mo ono .question, Dolores. Do you lovo mc or rather did you love mo that day when I asked you to be my wife?" . "yjds, I loved you," she said. "But hovv could I tell you what I was you, who would never have understood? You have never met women like me. I cduldn't bring dishonor upon you. Now lenvo mc." lVurdieli laughed rntbor grimly as ho found her cloak und tolded It about hor. "Come, Dolores," he said. "I haven't found ycu to Joso you again. Perhaps you noTcr had a chance to bo anything ebj& But thc-ro's happiness enough In ?nv heart Just now to fill .yours, too." Iltf'rnlscd her hands an impressed them t a rv $ y i .L K-vlt'Stf.'.?. K'P . f! I, ' ' ' -' ..'U,)t