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See See | By Tom Gallon ‘ ODODO0oOooeS A Woman of Craft ey sie cceesseeecensnanuee CHAPTER VIII.—(Continued.) “A plausible story,” said the other, with a little laugh. “Apart from the absurdity of it and the ridiculous fashion in which you speak of my father, David Yarwood, I suppose you have full proof of what you say—wit- nesses to confirm it? You would scarcely have come here to insult me with such a story unless you had some reason to believe that it was true, or something to substantiate it. The law which placed me here will require a lot of satisfying from an unknown beggar woman who comes from no- where.” “You know that I am not a beggar woman; you know that I am Grace Yarwood,” cried the girl, passionate- ly. “How many people have you toid that you are Grace Yarwood?” asked Joyce. “And under what name are you living now? Does any one know that you. are Grace Yarwood, as you assert?” “Only one man—or two, at most,” replied Grace, faltering a little. “I see you are not quite sure. haven’t got your story right yet. your father—where is he?” “I—I don’t know.” “That’s bad. The father who knows everything, and who was supposed to give me the papers, has disappeared. How convenient for you! Have you You And any other interesting particulars to give before I turn you out of the house?” “You know I have no proofs, you know that I am helpless,” exclaimed Grace, quickly. But this place is mine, and I am Grace Yarwood.” “And how will you prove that?” asked Joyce, mockingly, dropping her mask a moment. “Start to-day if’ you like; claim anything and everything, and let us see who will win. My law- yer in London will tell you that I have established my claim to the estate. Supposing, for a moment, that your story is true ,don’t you think you'd better produce a_ witness or two— above all, find that father of yours, with his opium-soaked brain—” “Ah, you do know, then; you re- member that!” exclaimed Grace, ¢x- citedly. “And if I do?—and if, to you here, behind locked doors, I confess the fraud, what then?” asked Joyce springing up from her chair. “I hold the proofs, and everything is mine. Get out of this house ,or I'll have you turned out!” She sprang forward as she spoke and rang a*bell sharply. The door opened and her maid ran in. “[ won’t go,” said Grace, defiantly. “This place is mine, and here I will remain.” “Janet,” said Joyce Bland, quietly, “this is a woman I met some time ago in Nevada, and was foolish enough to tell something of my history to, and to give her my address in England. Unfortunately, she bears a character out there which will not stand investi- gation.” “I quite understand, miss,” said the girl, with a quick glance at Grace. “What do you wish me to do?” “Have her turned out of the house; under no circumstances admit her again,” said Joyce ,as she sank again into her chair. The girl held the door open; Grace did not move. Then the girl ran quick- ly out of the room, and a moment later retuned with two men-servants. And still Grace Yarwood did not move. “You are to remove this person from the house,” said the girl. The men, after a helpless glance at each other and at their mistress, step- ped forward and motioned’ toward the door; they had evidently no wish ta be rough over the matter. Grace, how- ever, seeing in that bitter moment her own helplessness and the degradation to which she was to be subjected, drew back and cried out fiercely: “T won’t go; this is my house, and I refuse” Then she felt herself grasped by the arms and literally hustled out of the room and down the stairs. The strug- gle and fight had gone out of her; she bowed her head in shame and allowed them to conduct her to the door. And there one of them—younger and less considerate than the other—gave her a thrust which sent her stumbling over the step and fairly into the arms of a _ stranger who was coming toward the door. The stranger—quite a young man—after one glance .at her, gently set her aside and then made straight for the disconcerted footman. “Why, confound you, what do you mean by pushing a lady out of the place in that fashion?” he exclaimed, hotly. “Begging your pardon, sir, we was under orders from Miss Yarwood to turn’ the person out, an’ I thonght—” “(ll talk to Miss Yarwood and to you, too, presently,” said the young man, turning away from them abrupt- ly. He raised his cap to Grace and spoke with a reassuring smile. “{m sure there must have been some mistake,” he said. “My—my cousin would never have given such an order at all. If you will tell me what has happerfed, or what your errand is, I I should never have come at all if 1 had understood. I only want to get away!” She set off as she spoke and hurried across the grounds in a blind fashion without looking where she was going. The young man, after hesitat- ing a moment or two, went after her. The two servants, exchanging glances and muttering between themselves about contradictory orders and other matters, retired to their own quarters. Grace ran on so fast, and with so little Yhought of where she was going that when presently she felt more com- posed and looked up she found that she had lost her way and was in quite an unknown part of the woods. But it was very silent save for the birds and for the ripple of a little stream near at hand; she sank down on a bank and tried to think what she must do. And then from the other side of the stream a voice hailed her: “I say, I'm dreadfully sorry, can’t I do anything?” She looked up quickly and saw on the opposite bank of the stream the young man standing. Looking at him in that surprising moment, she saw that he was tall and slim and dark, and that he was clad in a country suit of tweeds. The eyes with which he looked at her had a pleading expres- sion in them, as though he asked that she would not judge him too harshly for having followed her. He seemed to be quite young, and his smile was extremely kind and pleasant; she thought, looking at him critically, that he might be a year or so older than herself. “Why did you follow me?” she asked but he lokoed so honest and kindly that there was no anger in her voice “Because you seemed in trouble— and I didn’t like to let you go alone,” he replied. “You will observe, how- ever, that for the sake of propriety I have been careful to put the stream be- tween us, so that there can’t be any harm in my talking to you—can there? Won't you tell me who you are, and why you had that trouble up in the house this morning?” “fd rather not,” she said. “You mustn’t think I’m ungrateful,” she added; “on the contrary, I think it is very nice of you to have taken so much interest in me.” “Do you know, I think it’s quite likely that you and I may have some- thing in common,” he urged, in his boyish voice. “If you think there's anything wrong or unnatural in talk- ing to you, please remember that there’s a stream between us, and that it will carry away everything we say. and lose it; so that, you see, we sha’n’t do any harm in any case. Besides, we might take example from the gipsies in the camp below there; think what delightful people they are—and they wouldn’t hesitate to talk to any one they liked.” “Why, I come from the camp of the gipsies myself,” she said, laughing, and forgetting for the moment her own troubles in the presence of this bright- faced youngster. “You do! How delightful!” he ex- claimed. “But you don’t look like a gipsy at all,” he added, looking at her critically. ‘‘There’s something of a mystery about you—and I believe I’m the man that’s born to find out what that mystery is.” i “Do you, indeed?” she asked, laugh- ing. “I do. Why were you up at the house this morning, and why were you turned away so rudely? I believe you're friendless and in trouble.” “Yes, I am friendless, in a way, and I'm in trouble,” she said, softly. f “Why, and so am I,” he replied. I’m friendless, and I'm faced with the big- gest trouble I’ve ever had. Do you know, although I don’t even know your name, I like you immensely,” he went on quickly. “I’m quite sure we should be friends.” “I think so,” she said, shyly. “But I don’t even know your name, and I cer- tainly don’t know what your trouble is.” “Then I'll tell you,” he exclaimed impulsively, As we're going to be friends, it doesn’t matter, does it? My name is Raymond Hawley, and + I’m left as a sort of goods and chattel in a ridiculous will, and I’ve got to marry my cousin up at the big house there. She’s just arrived to claim her. inheri- tance, and she can’t touch it unless she marries me. Funny, isn’t it?” “Who is your cousin?” said Grace blankly. “Her name is Grace Yarwood,” said the young man from the other side of the stream. but CHAPTER IX. For Love and Fortune. Mr. Roger Hawléy was of an impa- tient disposition, and in his present po- sition, at least, was not in a mood to submit to delays. So many things were happening in that small world bounded by the confines of Hawley Park; and the man, with quite a sport- ing instinct, wanted to be in the thick of it. Already there had come to him I will do my best to put it right for| 02¢ Who knew all about the second you.” “No, no,” said Grace, in a low, hur- Grace Yarwood, and now that mysteri- ous\being had herself appeared—and ried voice, “I oniy want to get away; | disap peared—upon an errand. At all rangements ‘at Hawley Park might be ‘to his benefit. ‘ Therefore he sauntered up to tke house and in his most aristocratic voice inquired for Miss Yarwood. Being necessarily requested to give his name, he yawned and mentioned that they might say that “Mr. Hawley” had ar- rived. Somewhat puzzled, the servant who had admitted fim took up that name to Joyce. And Joyce, having met but one Mr. Hawley, commandea that he should be brought up to her immediately. « Joyce Bland, for her part, had very firmly made up her mind that she would cement her position firmly by fulfilling that last condition that had been imposed upon Grace Yarwood— she would marry, by hook or by- crook. young Raymond Hawley. In that way she would secure at once, she told her- self, his alliance. For his own sake he would not dare, even if the fraud ‘should be discovered, to desert her, His own position and his own future depended on his marrying the girl to whom the fortune had been left. More than that, the future of Joyce Bland depended upon that also. Unless she married him in less than six months she would be an outcast again, even if the fraud had not been discovered; and there was not much chance to make hay while -her sun shone with a sharp lawyer to look after her. Mr. Roger Hawley sauntered into the room where Joyce Bland was wait- ing. She looked up with a smile in the expectation of seeing the man who was to complete and to round off her life so beautifully; she saw instead that unknown man who had led Owen Jaggard into the cottage the night be- fore. She sprang to her feet and faced him with an amazed expression; the thought of that elder brother of whom she had heard had gone completely out of her mind. “Who are you?” she demanded. “Not the Mr. Hawley you were ex: pecting,” he said, with a smile. It is my misfortune to be the Mr. Hawley who is never wanted, and who is usu ally in the way. Permit me to intro: duce myself: Roger Hawley, elder brother of the man who is so fortunate as to have so bright a destiny’—he bowed toward her as he spoke—‘“and to assure you that I am not quite so/ black as I have doubtless been paint: ed.” “What do you want with me?” she asked, keeping those steady, dark eyes of hers fixed upon his face; for her in. stinct had taught her to fear an adven- ‘turer, as this:man was, more than she would: have feared any other type of man. “In the first place, to have the pleas: ure of making your acquaintance,” he said, glibly; “because, of course, | naturally feel considerable curiosity re- garding the lady who has been so for- tunate as to take a place which | should have occupied. In the second place’—he lowered his voice and glanced round about him—‘“to warn you.” “To warn me?” I don’t understand,” she replied. “May I suggest that you have prob- ably had a visitor this morning—a troublesome visitor, eh?” “I have had an insolent woman here who has declared that she is Grace Yarwood and that I am not,” she re- plied, witb 9 laugh. “There are a great many mad people in the world.” “Exactly—but they are. apt at times to be troublesome. Any other visitors, may I inquire?” he asked, carelessly. , “Why do you ask?” “For no particular reason,’ he re. plied, airily. “Only there seems to be quite a lot of people deeply interestea in you; that is all. For instance— there is a man—I’ve forgotten his name for the moment—speaks with a strong American accent—also deeply interested in you.” , (To Be Continued.) ALASKA A BIG GAME COUNTRY. Can No Longer Be Compared to Sibe ria in Any Respect. Alaska is a big country and it has big possibilities. It has the biggest bear, the biggers moose,. the biggest mountain sheep and the biggest sal- mon and grayling in the world. All of these are plentiful and can be taken under United States regulations. Time was when Alaska and Siberia were thought of b ymany as synony: mous, and without any idea of just what was meant by either name. That has all changed in the last few years and now Alaska is not so very far away from Seattle. Moreover, it has been found to be anything but an un inhabited and uninhabitable country. It is without doubt the greatest game country on the globe to-day, because it is the newest and conditions are right for the maintenance of game animals and birds. The biggest mountain on the Amer ican continent is in Alaska, and is well named Mount McKinley. By the way, you always thought that Alaska was “away up North,” didn’t you? Look’on your map and you will find that vessels leaving Seattle for Dutch Harbor sail almost due west— only slightly north of west—so that in reality the west end of Alaska is not much north of the latitude of Japan.— Field and Stream. Reason for His Realism. “That was a splendid back fall you made in your death scene last night,’ remarked a young member of the com. pany to the eminent tragedian. The latter gazed at the flatterer witk a suspicious look. “Yes,” he said, “and I’d like to lay my hands on the blithering idiot whe soaped the stage floor.”—Cleveland Plain Dealer. IAPANESE 1S STUDIED. Aroused Much Interest in That. Country. “I’ve opened this little atelier,” said a pretty Japanese student, “just to seli Japanese dictionaries and teach the language.” “But do you find people enough to buy dictionaries?” was asked. “Do I?” She shrugged her narrow shoulders. “The only trouble is I haven’t enough books.” ‘Are these pupils young or old, mien or women?” “All kinds. Some are learning Jap- anese for business purposes and oth- ers for culture. The war has aroused great interest in my country. Of course all those who come are not in earnest. I have some pretty girls who want just a few phrases at eir tongues’ end, like: Give my regards to them all, mina, san ni yoroshiku; good morning, ohayo; good-bye, sayo- nara; are they all well at home? ouchi de wa mina san gokigen yo gozarimas ka? And how to count ten: One, hitotsug two, futatsu; three, mitsu; four, yottsu; five, itsutsu; six, mutsu; seven, nanatsu; eight, yattsu; nine, kokonotsu, ten, to. “One very funny but dainty little lady called to see me. She lives near by, at the Waldorf-Astoria. “Tl give you $10,’ said she, ‘if you'll teach me how to call a Russian I know an old farmer.’ “At first I didn’t quite understand, then I said: ‘Why, of course, just say: “Ano hito-wa hyakusho-de go- zarimas.’”—New York Times. War Has : HUMAN TREE IN RUSSIA. Hermit Who Has Planted Himself Through Patriotism. Many peasants are setting out from all parts of north Russia to visit the remarkable hermit, Prokhor Sele- nitch, otherwise known as the “Hairy Man of Archangel.” Selenitch has long been known for his eccentric ways of proving his pi- ety. Five years ago he cut off all the fingers of his left hand in a fit of re- ligious frenzy. On hearing that the Russians had suffered disaster in the far East he de- clared that this was the result of their sins, which could only be atoned for by a “sacrifice to mother earth.” He professed at first not to know the meaning of this. ‘On St. John the Baptist’s day, how- ever, he had a revelation, ordering him to “plant himself in darkness in the first earth he trod on, there to re- main ‘until the infidels were beaten or until birch-leaves sprouted from his mutilated hand.” As Senelitch’s cabin had an earthen floor, he understood this to mean that he was to plant himself where he stood. He blocked up the windows, and had a double door fitted to his hut so as to exclude the light, and then dug a hole and planted himself in the earth up to his knees. There he remains, attended only by a little granddaughter. He fares well, as the pilgrims who visit him fill his hut with offerings of food and drink.— London Mirror. : Laughter vs. Logic. The cares that Reason drives away Come creeping back again To breed anew their wretched brood That curse the world of men. For Reason is a bloodless thing, Revere it as we would-— The care that Laugnter drives away 4s gone away ior good, The cares that Courage drives away May for a while remain. But ere we know they’ve wandered back And filled the neart and brain. For Courage is a blust’ring thing That loves to rave and roar— The care that Laughter urives away Is gone forevermore. For Laughter’s breath is poison to The cares that all men know, And when it fills this world or ours There is no room for Woe. Let Courage bold and Reason cool Each do the work it should— Let Laughter drive the cares away, And tney’ll be gone for good. —Baltimore American. Dunn’s “Grand Stand” Act. “Bob” Dunn, candidate for governor of Minnesota, a rough and ready sort of man, was telling the other day of a certain piece of politieal “grand stand work” which aroused his ire. “When I heard about it,” he said, “it reminded me of an incident years ago when father was building a foundation for a barn, and I couldn’t help thinking that those fellows will feel as I did then, when I let myself down out of a tree on a rope that didn’t reach the ground, and all of a sudden discovered that I was hanging free as a bird fifteen feet above a big mortar bed full of fresh mortar. All the other boys stood around with their tongues hanging out, admiring my nerve.” “But I don’t see any special con- rection,” his auditor observed. “Well,” drawled Mr. Dunn,° “in about twenty seconds that darned rope broke!”—New York Herald. 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