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CI By Tom Gallon Woman of Craft oooooooooog, | ‘a CHAPTER III.—Continued. She found a lawyer and put the mat- ter clearly before him. There could be no doubt about her claim; the pa- pers were there; the advertisement asking for her was clear and direct. Across the wide ocean flashed mes- sages to a dull little office in Chancery Lane; from the dull little office flash- ed back an eager reply. After that there was no necessity to think about money; she had all she cared to de- mand. The game had begun, and it was in her hands. Grace Yarwood had died in that solitary cabin on the outskirts of the ruined town in Ne- yada; the new Grace Yarwood step- ped quietly into the place the dead girl should have held. Oh, it had been a lucky night, that night when she had ridden hard with Owen Jaggard, and had come to that place for rest and food! “I thought it would be a desperate ” she mused, as she drove on h London; “it’s the easiest I ever attempted. I shall settle and be highly respectable; it ’t be surprising if I married a title, and so buried the name of Grace Yarwood altogether. I mustn’t forget that I am Grace Yarwood; that other woman—Joyce Bland—is still some- out in Nevada, if any one wants o know, riding about like a mad thing and having fingers pointed at her. Yes, 1am Grace Yarwood; I was born abroad, and my mother died soon aft Heigho! it’s nice to have lots oney! wher of So it happened that the demure- looking young lady put up at the quiet hotel in a street off the Strand—a quiet hotel that had been suggested to her by Messrs. Stock and Erling of Chancery Lane, her solicitors. And 2t night she wrote a letter to those Ss e solicitors, announcing her arriv- al in London, and stating that she would call upon them the next day at about three o'clock in the afternoon. At the last moment she added a post- script to the letter asking that they would let her know if the time was not convenient. There could not be much doubt re- earaing the safety of her scheme; for, if any one had looked in that night at the quiet hotel at which she was stay- d had seen the young lady read- ook in the drawing room in the yany of two elderly spinsters, who were evidently very much interested in the fact that she was quite alone, they would scarcely have recognized in her that grim and frantic woman who had ridden through the dust and rkness beside a man, and had been. to do battle for him if it came tight place. Joyce Bland was, ed, left far behind. midday the following day a ved by hand from the solic- itors, saying that their Mr. Stock would be delighted to see Miss Grace Yarwood that afternoon at the time appointed. They begged that she would be od enough to bring with her, as a formality, the papers and documents which proved her identity, and which, they understood from her New York agents, she had in her possission. They were so far in her possession that they had never actually left her body since the night when first she had held them in her hands. Her coming to the office in Chanc- ery Lane evidently created some ll sensation, which was scarcely rprising. All over the world. this rl had been advertised for; she had at last been found, and now she was calmly sitting in the office, looking sharply about her in all directions and waiting until Mr. Stock could see her. And be it noted that by this time any faint flutter of doubt or fear was gone; the whole soul of the woman was in arms to meet anything and everything and to stick fast to that one original lie. For one moment only, when a clerk approached her and said that Mr. Stock would see her, her heart gave one big jump, and then was still. This was the supreme moment. A moment later she found herself in a big, somber room, bowing to a tall, thin man, who was looking over his spectacles at her from the other side of a great desk. For what seem- ed a horribly long time the man fixed her in. that fashion, as though study- ing every line of her; then he moved rapidly forward and pointed to a chair. “Miss Yarwood, this is what would be called, I presume, a momentous oc- casion,” he said, without the ghost of a ile stirring on his face. “Momen- tous in the sense that you are a very extraordinary and at the same time a very fortunate young lady.” “Extraordinary?” She glanced up at him quickly and waited for a reply. “Extraordinary was the word I used,” said Mr. Stock, seating him- self at the othe rside of the desk. “In a sense, Miss Yarwood, you are a con- tradiction.” For one swift moment there flashed into her mind the thought that he had discovered something; she waited, not daring to meet his eyes. He went on, quietly: “A contradiction—because you are not what you ought to be, Miss Yar- wood. Your mother, I am given to understand, was a tall woman, very fair; your father was anything but | FOO OOOO OOOO a dark as to complexion. Now’”—the lawyer shrugged his shoulders and glanced across at her—‘you are slight ‘and certainly dark.” “As to that,” she replied, with a laugh, “I believe I was fair enough as a baby; but my hair darkened as I grew up; and then, you see, I have lived a wandering life, with my fath- er, under many suns.” “Precisely, precisely,” murmured Mr. Stock. By the way,’I have no par- ticulars at all concerning you, but I believe you have full and ample proof as to your identity. A mere formality, of course, but you know how suspi- cious lawyers have to be.” Smiling, she laid upon the table the wallet containing the papers. “I think you'll find that will be proof enough, sir,” she said, quietly. “I always knew where my mother came from, and what the story ‘was concerning her marriage; these papers were giv- en me only a little time ago. Know- ing the story of my grandfather's dis- like of my mother’s marriage I natur- ally regarded them—the papers, I mean—as quite worthless. Now, of course, all that is changed.” Mr. Stock had been examining the contents of the wallet while she spoke, nodding occasionally as each bit of evidence was put before him. It cer- tainly looked clear enough; no one but Grace Yarwood could have such evidence as this. He even recognized in several cases, the handwriting of old letters and in old diaries. “It certainly seems clear enough, Miss Yarwood,” he said at last. “By the way, you have mentioned your father. It does not concern the mat- ter, I admit, but where is he?” That was an awkward question. The father had clearly to be accounted for, yet the father of the dead girl was of no earthly use to this new Grace Yarwood, and might, indeed, be an encumbrance. She rapidly decided, in that moment’s pause that he was nev- er likely to trouble her, and that she had better be rid of him, once and for all time. “Oh, he’s dead,” she said, with a becoming softening of the voice and a droop of her eyelashes. He gave me the papers just before he died.” “T’m sorry, said the lawyer. “It would have been better, perhaps, to have had him as a witness. You will clearly understand, Miss Yarwood, that I do not doubt your word for a moment,” he added hastily; but as you were born abroad, it is quite im- possible to identify you except by the documentary evidence you possess. Now, on the other hand, we could pro- duce plenty of people in England who knew your father in the old days and would recognize him now. Where did he die? “In America,” she replied, shortly. “America is a large place, Miss Yar- wood. Any particular spot?” “J_I forget. I was, of course, in great trouble at the time, and we had been moving about a great deal from place to place. I was taken on some- where else by friends.” - “Very nice, very proper,” replied Stock, closing his eyes for a moment. “And where might the ‘somewhere else’ have been?” “San Francisco,” she said, at a ven- ture. “Really, Mr. Stock, I don’t see that you need to ask me all those questions,” she exclaimed, her voice suddenly getting hard and querulous. “If you doubt what I say—” “J doubt nothing,” he replied, sooth- ingly; “I have a duty to perform, and that duty—alike to the living and to the dead—demands of me that I shall be careful. Can you tell me,” he add- ed, carelessly, “what the initials ‘J. B.’ stand for?” She gripped her hands together in her lap and set her teeth hard. ‘J. B.’ stood for Joyce Bland; how much did this man know? The next moment, however, she looked at him quietly, and with quite an air of girlish inno- cence shook her head and smiled. “Tm afraid I don’t quite under- stand,” she said, quietly. “You wrote us a note last night, Miss Yarwood, and you signed it in proper form—‘Grace Yarwood;’ you added a postscript, and that bore the initials ‘J. B.’ A little puzzling, eh?” She was eual even to that. She saw in an instant the blunder she had made; saw that in that hurried post- seript she had dashed down the ini- tials of the name she had been. accus- tomed to for so long. But she posi- tively laughed in the joy of doing bat- tle with such a man as this, and gave him her explanation in a moment. “Oh, when I was a little child my father used to laugh at me and call me a young Britisher—that was when we were wandering in America. My pet name was ‘Johnny Bull,’ and I used to sign my notes like that when I wrote to people. Poor old dad!” The lawyer rose slowly from his chair, stretched across the table tnd held out his hand to her. “My dear Miss Yarwood, my last doubt is re- moved,” he said. “I owe you an, apol- ogy for having doubted at all; but I’m sure you will understand that one has, in a matter like this, to be very, very careful. Miss Yarwood, my most sin- cere congratulations.” She was not of a demonstrative na- ture, but at that moment she could have thrown her arms around his. neck and kissed his plain, ordinary ‘and had issue two sons. after this there’ could be no difficulty whatever. She had come through the greatest ordeal she would have to face, and she had not merely scraped through, but had come out of it in triumph and with flying colors. “There’s no need to apologize, Mr, Stock,” she said. “It would never have done for you to let in any stran- ger who might claim to be Grace Yar- wood, would it? A nice thing,” she added, “if I had come along and found that someone else had taken my place.” “Such cases have occurred, of course,” replied Mr. Stock. He had sat down again and was examining some papers on his desk; as a matter of fact, he was trying hard to get over a feeling that he did not like Miss Grace Yarwood. Let it be said at once that Mr. Stock was a kindly man —the father of a small family that adored him; and, in rather a romantic way for a lawyer, he had been looking forward to the coming of Grace Yar- wood and to her taking possession of her fortune. This bright-eyed, alert, dark little woman was not what he had anticipated; if the truth be told, he would be rather glad to have found a flaw in her evidence. However, there was no flaw, and he must make the best of the Grace Yarwood he had discovered. “I dare say you are aware, Miss Yarwood,” he said at last, without looking up, “that mention has been made of a certain condition attaching to your possession of the fortune. It is rather a delicate matter for me to mention; but, as the solicitor to the late Mr. John Hawley, your grand- father, and as your solicitor, also, 1 have no choice.” “Some trifling little thing, I suppose, Mr. Stock?” she said, carelessly. For nothing mattered now; the great or- deal was passed, and she would sub- mit to any and ever ycondition they might care to make. “From your point of view not a tri- fling affair by any means,” said the lawyer. “The late John Hawley was a man of very eccentric character and modes of thought—a man of strong Hikes and hatreds. He never forgave your mother, as you know; he only relented against you at the last. The condition attaching to your fortune is this: you are to marry the man your grandfather has selected for you.” For a moment there was silence in the room, then she gave a little, quick laugh—a laugh partly of amusement, partly of annoyance; she had expected that the fortune would be unhampered by any vital condition at all. “T don’t quite like being disposed of in this way,” she said. May I ask who the man is that has been selected for me?” “Your cousin, Mr. Raymond Hawley, younger and favorite grandson, of the late John Hawley. Your mother took took her own way as regarded her marriage; her father cast her off. His only son—your uncle, of course—mar- ried according to his father’s wishes, With the elder of these we are not concerned; he was long ago thrust aside by your grandfather, while the younger one was taken into the old man’s favor. It is that younger one—Raymond Hawley—that you are to marry. “Well, they certainly seem to have made up their minds about me,” she replied, with a laugh. “Suppose I re- fuse?” “That is not a uestion, I think, we can entertain.” said the lawyer, quiet- ly. “The will of the late John Haw- ley specifically states that, in the event of your failing to marry your cousin Raymond Hawley, the whole of the fortune is to be divided among other members of the family; in fact, your elder cousin, who was cast off by your grandfather, benefits very con- siderably. In effect, you must comply with the conditions of the will, Miss Yarwood, in order to benefit under it at ail.” (To Be Continued.) THEN THERE WAS SILENCE. When the Nervous Act or Recovered His Wits. A well known English actor was once, while a young man touring through the provinces. One night when his cue came he was very ner- vous, and on going upon the stage could hardly speak. The audience greatly displeased, and “things began to come his way,.” He stood this bombardment for a few minutes until a green head of the cabbage sped past his ear. Stepping to the front of the stage he raised his hand for silence, and exclanmed: “I came here to-night determined to please an interested audience. but I sincerely regret that any person has lost his head over the matter.—Phila- delphia Public Ledger. Oil the Joints of Your Umbrella. A former peddler, now a rich insur- ance man, stood in a sheltered corner during a big storm and watched the umbrellas go to pieces as the wind hit them full force.~ “Probably all those umbrellas are wrecks because of the need of a little oil,” he said. “That’s a trick I learned as a peddler. An umbrella is primari- ly a thing of joints, and to keep it in good condition the joints should be oiled. “I found that nearly all umbrellas break in the joints first, and why shouldn’t they? The joints are never oiled, and yet are expected to respond easily to sudden opening. “To get the best use out of an um- pbrella the joints should be olied first with coal ofl ‘or kerosene to clean off the rust, and then with a lubricating oil to make them work easily. Thus treated, an umbrella’s framework will last indefinitely.”—Wilkesbarge Lead- er. ¥ ef i AUTO RIDING IN WINTER. Handles May Be Warmed by Electric. ity and Vehicle Made Comfortable. Automobilists are not very enthusi- -astic in the winter season because of ‘the discomforts that attend riding. The handles of the conveyances are extremely cold and the drivers suffer acutely when the mercury stands in the neighborhood of zero. It is only those who use the machine for busi- ness purposes who will stick to it in winter. It is not a difficult matter to wrap up the body warmly enough, and the face can be protected against the biting wind by the shielding devices which have been invented, but it is not so easy to protect the hands from the cold. In spite of the covering of gloves or mittens the fingers are lia- ble to become numbed with the cold, a state of affairs especially dangerous for the driver of a high-speed car, who is compelled to be on the alert for emergencies and act when they arise. To meet this condition of affairs a New Jersey man has invented an electrically heated handle, which the chauffeur has only to grasp tightly in his hand to derive the benefits of the radiation from the interior. The con- struction is such that the heat is re. flected outward from the conductor, the radiator filling the central space and being completely surrounded by the conductor wires. The cover is of non-conducting material and is per- forated at frequent intervals to allow free radiation. 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