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) 2 THE SUNDAY CALL = - ~ 5 § home, (will 1 do not know if the matter has remained important ou, but at any The Minister sighed in mock despair. “Take these people . rate I_T retract my refusal.” e toy rou? OF at any rate conduct them out of the field of my responsibility Suddenly the blank expression left Coleman's face and he smiled with Now, they would like Italy i 1am sure.” ' & charmin sudden intelligence as if information of \what the professor had been say- Coleman_laughed, and d for a time. “That's a charmine ing haad just reached him. In this smile there was a sudden betrayal too, girl—Miss Wainwright,” ter musingly. “And what 2 BOET oo of something keen and bitter which had laid hidden in the man’s mind. It does my exiled eyes g I suppose all those young He arose and made a step toward the professor and held out.his hand. madly in love with her? I do could help it, “Sir, 1 thank you from the bottom of my heart!" And they both seemed Yes,” said Coleman glumly half of ht to fry to note with surprise that Coleman’s voice had broken. The Minister seemed struck with a sudden thought. *“You ought to = ’l‘hglrnroressiim;l had arisen tto reu‘:e(ve Coleman’s hand. His nervlehwas :‘l‘:ti‘:;?"shat splendid prize yourself. The rescuer! Perseus! Whal now of iron and he was very formal. “I judge from your tone that I have g 2 : - - not made a mistake—something which I %eafed/' i Coleman answered calmly: “Well ® * ¢ I think I'll take your ad: Coleman did not seem to mind the professor's formality. “Don’t fear vVice. . anything, Won't you sit down again? Will you have & cigar? * * No, I CHAPTER - XXIX. couldn't tell you how glad I am.- How glad I am. I feel like a fool. * * The next morning Coleman awoke with a sign of a resoulte decision on t—" his face as.if it had been a development of his sleep. He would see Mar- But the professor fixed him with an Arctic eye and bluntly said, “You jory as soon as possib « ite any barbed-w entanglements love her?” 5 which might be placed /by her mother, whom he regarded as The question steadfed Coleman at once. He looked undauntedly straight his strenuous enemy. ‘And h 1d ask Marjory’s hand in the presence z into the profassor’s face. He simply said, “I love her!” of all Athens if it became ne % % . Loz g 1 repeated the professor. He sat a long time at hi order to see the Walnwrights \ ! “I love her,” repeated Céleman. enter the dining room,-and as ender to_the of R S After some seconds of pregnant silence the professor arose. ‘““Well, if time they came in, the professor pi ied, Mrs. Wainwright ‘ e B she cares to give her life to you I will allow it, but I must say that I do worried and injured and Ma . uti ne. If there had been L i . not consider you nearly good enough. Good-night.”” He smiled faintly as any kind of a storm there was no trace of it in the white brow of the girk G © he held out his hand. % Coleman studied her closely but furtively while his mind spun around hi 4 1] \ Good-night, sir.”” sald Coleman. *“And I can’t tell you how—" circle of speculation. 2 - 2 Mrs. Wainwright, in ‘her room, was languishing in a chair and apply- Finally he noted the walter who was observing him with a pained air A fng to her brow a handkerchief wet with cologne water. She kept her as if it was on the tip of his tongue to ask s guest if he was goiug to Z i [ c feverish glance upon the door. Remembering weil the manner of her hus- remain at breakfast forever. Coleman passed out to the reading rodm, band when he went out, she could hardly identify him when he came in. where upon the table a multitude of sre tide books were crushing Serenity, composure, even self-satisfaction, was written upon him. He the fragile magazines of London and Pari wa were various de- T0 ‘attentlon to her, but going to a chair sat down with a groan of pressing maps with the name of a tourist agency lu upon them, and tment. there were also some pictures of hotels with ir rates—in francs—printed ;fled l\x‘lrs. vlgaénwrigm. starting up. ‘‘Well?” beneath.” The room Was cold, dark, empty, with the trail of the tourist what?" he asked. upon it. Sunday editor 1 her image sald this to her even as she informed it, and She waved her hand impatfently, “Harrison, don’t be absurd. You P08 leman went to the picture of a hotel in Corfu and stared at it pre- st learned ared ai each other in a profound and tragic reception know perfectly well what I'mean. It is a pity you couldnt think of the cisely as if he was interested. He was standing before it when he Tieard f this great truth. enxiety I have been fn.”” She was goin Marjory’s voice just without the door. ght! I'll wait.”” He did not w to consider the advisability of going to Marjory “Oh, I'll tell you after a while” hLe stretching out his legs with move for the réason that the b s not when the unsuspectin Really Harrizon must not be allowed to €0 on blun- the complacency of a rich merchs cessful day, deer approaches hiding plac , well e world heard that Marjory was trying to break her “No! Tell m v, she implc L I've worried my- toward the center of th m t & she of a Coleman. It seemed to be about time arly-to death?’ She was not going to weep; she was going to wax said and stopped. Then sk atence which, to come into the situation and mend matters, curiously enough, 1 ovel and to life. “T CHAPT XXVIL vell, to tell the truth,” sald the professor, with considerable pompos- going to retreat, but v arrived before Coleman’s door he paused a mo» I've arranged it. Didn't think I could do it at first, but it turned nd propably for ¥ he could not have imagined that a i ‘ : ; t him, Every line of it seemed to Arranged it'?” wailed Mrs. Wainwright. ‘“‘Arranged what?" Coleman immediately 3 and ths door. v and disdain. it was only the door of a 1t here seemed to strike the professor Suddenly that he was not such a *You are not going to run away from me, Mar 3 wright,” he cried his old boys, whom, as the need arrived, flaming exar for diplomatists as he might have imagined. ‘‘Arranged,” angrily. “You at least owe it to me to tell me definitely that you don’t love satire in the classrooms at Washurst “‘Arranged—' me—that you 't iove me—" A come, and gil without a concep= : at?” She did not face him with all of her old spirit, but she faced him, and ing before the door of this boy “Why, 1 fixed —I fixed it up.” in her answer there was the old Marjory 108t common question. Da . He would not say it; Cole- “Fixed what up?”’ you ask ail your feminine acquain would not say it; but—they would both “Jt—it—" began the professor, Then he swelled with indignation. “Why, “T mean—" he said you and—" gle thought of it made him feel like runy ean’t you understand anything at all? I—I fixed it.” “Yesterday—no. who knows. Reallw you : would never dare to knock on that “Fixed wha ought to take some steps to know your own mind. be too monstrous. And even as he “Fixed it. Fixed it with Coleman.” : ““Know my own mind,” he retorted in a burst of indignation. ‘You s 1 ock, he krocked, “Fixed what with Coleman?’ mean you ought to také steps to know ycur own mind.” said, ‘‘Come in.” The pros The professor’s wrath now took controi of him. *Thunder and light- “My own mind! Y " “Then she halted in acute confusion and all her 1 the door.” The correspondent, enin’! You seem to jump at the conclusion that I've made some horrible facs went pink. She had been far ai the man to define the was seated at a paper-lits mistake goodness’ sake, give me credit for a particle of sense.” She lowered her head. “Let me pass, please—" Near his elbow, upon an “What did you do asked in a sepulchral voice. ¢ Coleman sturdily blocked the way and even tock one of her strug- tray fror “Well,” s 1 a burning defiance, “T'll teil you what I 5 ‘And then his brain must have roared with & m aid. I went 1 him that once—as he of course knew—I for they came tumbling out, one over the other. héd refused his me re with my daughter, but that now—" n grip of his fingers grew somewhat feeble. Once “Grrr!” said M nwright. eyes in a quick glance at him ¢ ¢ Then suddenly she “But that now ped the professor “I reiracted that refusal.” rendered, she confessd without words. “Oh, Marjory, thank rs. Walnwright, throwing herself back in the od—"" < fools men are!” unley made a dramatic entrance on the gallop. He stopped petrified. “My stars!” He turned and fled. But Cole “Oh, If Marjory should hear of man calied after him in a low voice, intense with agitation. “Come back t her hear— here, you young scoundrel! Come back here . r, tigerishly. ou dare!” Bcter returned, looking very sheepish. “I hadn’t the slightest idea T 1 afterward e eyes were lit with a flame Coke a A row ssed a r mind that now. But look here, if you tell a single soul—par- te § g * i ! a . * ticularly those other young scoundrels—I'll break—" The protessor had left Coleman so abruptly that the correspondent “I won’t, Coleman. Honest, I won't.” He was far more embarrassed N 3 found himself mur f-coherent gratitude to the closed door of his than Coleman and almost equally so W He was like a horse 5 Foom. - Amazeme an to be mastered by exultation. He flung tugging at a tether. “I won’t, Coleman! sl tumeelz upon the bra nd soda and negotiated a strong glass. Pacing “Well, all right, then.” Peter escaped. Y ; & he room with nervous steps, he caught a vision of himself in a tall mir- . : . * . % 2 *: b ¥ g c nd Mar- The professor and his wife were in their sitting room writing letters. e A e rrive at the The cablegrams had all been answered, but as the professor intended to or he becow orolong his journey homeward into a month of Paris and London there re- mained the ‘arduot of telling their frisnds at length exactly what had_happened 1 derable of the lore of olden Greece in the professer’s dascri scape, and in those of Mrs. Walnwright there was much a the lack of hair and soap. to expls Their heads were lowered over their writing when the door into the t s ( corridor ovened and shut quickly, and upon locking up they saw in tha room 2 radlant girl, a new Marjory. She dropped to her knees by her father's chair and reached her arms to his neck. “Oh, daddy! I'm happyl I'm go happy!” % ¢ the subject of “Why—what—" began the professor stupidly. $ 1 he told “Oh "I'm o happy, daddy!” - C warn Of course he could not be long in making bis conclusion. The ons who = oould glve such joy to Marjory was the one who last night gaye her such z bl (e ) rief. The professor was only a moment in understanding. He lald his did actual gngd tenderly upon her head. ‘‘Bless my soul,” he murmured. ‘“‘And so— and so—he—"’ personal pronoun Mrs. Walnwright lumbered frantically to her hat?” she shouted. ‘‘Coleman?” " answered Marjory. ‘Coleman.” As she spoke the name her eyes were shot with soft yet tropic flashes of light. . 2zs. Walnwright dropped suddenly b. into her chair. *“Well—of— all—things! The professor was stroking his daughter’s hair, and although for a time after Mrs. Wainwright's outbrealk there was liitle said, the old man and the girl seemed in gentle communion, she making him feel her happi- pess, he making her feel his appreciation.’ Providentially Mrs. Wainwr{ght had be-n o stunned by the lirst blow that she was evidently rendered in- capable of sueech. Ana are vou sare you will be happy wilh him?* asked her father il my she answered. glad! I am glad!” said the father, but even as he tpoke a great padness came to blend with his joy. The hour when he was to give this s a grea beaatiful and belovea life into the keeping of another had been heralded we exactly ca by the god of the sex the ruthless god that devotes {tself to the tearing £ chilcren from ths parental arms and casting them amid the mysteries f an irretrlevable wedlock. The thought filled him with solemnity. Sor But in the dewy eves of the girl there was no question. The wcrld to at his wife her was a land of glowing promise. f imbe “T am glad,” re «d the professor. began to ch The girl arose f her kn “I must go away and—think all about 1t she said, smiling. When the daor of her room closed upon her the i3 znt,” she declaimed, ‘‘you are not going to allow t red to theis s aroused from a reveris by these words. - “What of smoke, le grov - entures. oleman and Marjory.” from the State < ght ror, ‘Wwho—"" the nd he The prof hed his hand down on the table. “Mary! T will not must hav alted hear another word of it!" nted about you. before it. “Well” said Mrs. Wainwright, sullen and ominous, “time will tellt in “Well,” he vill tell!” laid regular saia, Ru- ® 3 b S, < ! b ' * 4 - . man for only one thing. When fus, you're a When Coleman had turned from the fleeing Peter Tounley again to wspaper from a he should grand man. Marjory he found her making the preliminary movements of a flight. nind. My first news of Thers is not ‘“What's the matter?’ he demanded, anxiously. your equal any- “Oh, it's too dreadful!” where. You are a “Nonsense,” he retorted stoutly. “Only Peter Tounley! He don't great, bold, strong count. What of that?”’ ked bluntly, player, fit to sit down to , dear!” She pressed her palm to a burning cheek. She gave him a a game with th starliKe. beseeching glance. ‘Let me go now—please.” hat it was not A moment latel “Well,” he answered, somewhat affronted, “if you lke—* ed to be delib- him that he had approp At the Qoor she turned to look at him, and this glance expressed in its coughed be- too much. If the protessc y a score of things which she had not yet been able to speak, e is & woman a visit and made a won- It explained that she was loth to leave that she asked forgiveness for pting to you. ouncement, he, Coleman, leaving him, that even for a short absence she wished to take his image . Mrs. Waln- n the engine of it. And then s, that he must not bully that there was something now in ompleted his sen- d clearly something in his her heart which frightened her, t loved him, that she was happy— on. “She is rather ain o vague f orm had ‘When she had gone Coleman he rooms of the American Minis- ich of his eariy ela- ter. A Greek was there who talked wildly as he waved his cigarette, tion. Mar Ulus thing. Coleman waited in well-concealed impatience for the evaporation of this With shame tcd a first wild and prepos- man. Once the Minister, regarding the correspondent hurriedly, intere . T saw her here. terous idea that she Lad sent her father to him. polated a comment. *You look very cheerful?”’ : . Shq was sonie- d that & who for an instant could con- “Yes,” answered Coleman; “I've been taking your advice.” She called npon porn idiot. Witn an +Oh, hot” said the Minister, that .sne could have The 'Greek with the clgarette jawed endlessly. Coleman 3 id an oracular volce. 1f she had kuown of vel at the enduring good manners of the Minister, who mnbt!eg\:i.dt?amn&o,; n r ked me where he his purpose th ould have been no visit. What, then, was and nod in polite appreciation of the Greek's harangue, which, Colem h : in Greece, and I told her he had gone the cause’ Coleman soon decided that the prof had’ wit- firmly believed, had no point of interest whatever. But at last the man. off after you people. I Temember now. 1 suppose she nessed some demonstration of Marjo emotion which had been after ah effusive farewell, went his way. g P to A sufficiently severe in its character to force him to the extraordinary visit. “Now,” said the Minister, wheeling in his chatr, *‘tel - 50 she asked you where he was?” But then this also was wild and preposterous. That coldly beautiful god- B ot g oae n o ey na el R tmr:u;lr:b?cfi("{ g - dess would not have given a demonstration of emotion over Rufus began to pace the Toom with long strides. He faid nothing, but kept hig Wainwright—insists that it was a ren- 1he Correspondent, Without a Coat, Was Seated &b suflicient alarming to have forced her father on such an errand. eves on the floor. 2 . e e h , was impossible. No he was wrong; Matjory even indirectly could not be an I have a drink?" he asked, abruptly pausing. augh le, a 1 connected with the visit. As he arrived at t ecision the enthusiasm “What would you like?"” asked the Minister, benevol o i e a Paper-Littered Table. Vassed out of him and he wore & doleful monkish face. the pell, & ently, a8 o touctied s 3 rise he arose and reached in ol o “Well, what, then, was the cause?”’ After eliminating Marjory from “A brandy and soda. T'd like it very much. You see,” he ) to their rooms, Peter Tounley Pessor. ‘come in,” he riggt: ’?’(li‘(f? :C\;):tjm-kffq:: 3?{ the dis jon waging in his mind he found it hard to hit upon anything resumed his walk, “I have no kind of right to burden you with g{'di;ru;l?’ d Mother Wainwright S d L e b e rational. The only remaining theory to the effect that the professor, but to tell the truth ff T don’t-get this news off my mind and into some . R ot er 50 Ry AnR seaA s et s naviD 'y high sense of the correspondent’s help in the escape of tne body’s ear I'l die. It's this—I asked Marjory Wainwright to marry me, _Wwhat the truth is? {0 the professor's aowil principles. 2 iat the only way to express his gratitude and-—she accepted, and—that's all.” Y man had nothing to do with ALY el Cdlenan sortally. ) e quick giarics sion which he now could see had been unfaiy. “Well, I am very glad” cried the Minister, arising and giving his e gl el b e M LU ¢ heory seemed to be that if the professor had had sucn hand. “And as for burdening me with your affairs, no one has & bettep o0 their tones there always had call a common matter. g a fine conception of thée services rendered by Coleman h had had ample Iight, you know, since you released me from the persecution of Washin, copl Ms matter. which to some T you, Me Coloman Tomon THET, Jown,” replled the old man, 'I7¢ (0 isplay his appreciation on the road fo Arta and on the road down ton and the friends of the Wainwrights. May good luck follow you bota S e, remalned to nthers who His hand shook as he laid it on the back of the chait and steadied himself from Arta. There was no necessity for his waiting until their arrival in forever. You, in my opinion, are a very, very fortunate man. And for her im0, NhopamiTog 's;_“fi)):;is its down Into {t. “Thank you:” P let W lu}\lp%s?:ble forconcetls tlhat tge floflesslm-'s emotion could be Darg—!‘he h{ig x‘w{tdone tgm hafl[lyft' et ool Sliouia T he socl; Coleman looked at him new one; he ha now he must have had it in far stronger measure eeing thaf ‘was importan a1 leman oul ve ‘“Aa:rng RN R e e ; e el Wwith a great deal of expectation. 2 directly after he had been hauled out of danger. pacified in part the Minister continued: *“Now, I have got wmwnm ATneToat hal Bot moved. He Knelt by the bedside soainmod om: Son oS0t may be seen that atter Coleman had eliminated Marjory from the s T e e an) down here and use up this surplus e of hari) ot oot o ! fe g scussion that was waging in his mind he had practically succeeds 2 e — through T s o o s LA o e He halted then and passed his hand over his face. His eyes did not Cminating the professor as wwell. This, he ONGHL MWLy, as ol But Coleman was not to be detained. Now that he had Informed the —yes—I wou! , 1 R 5 e said. “I think en-iimf zlu ’!"esl gncle upon Coleman, but they occupled themselves in furtive lnaungdwlth a vengeance. If he dissolved all the factors he could hardly e'(‘ll‘véltster he must rush off somewhere, anywhers, and do—he knew not For a lo was slle and frightened glances over the room. Coleman cf d Lot e definite abruptness and _was sllent, but hie arose at last with a nor tail of the affair. He would not have e oqid make fetther head P mind of a lover moves In a circle, or at least on a more circular ‘All right.” sald the Minister, laughtng, “You have a wilder head thag Mrs, Wainwright was standing before her mirror with her ol that the professor could act in Such an extraordinary fashion. “Yes. sips+ course than other minds, some of which at'times even peetn to move aimost 1 thought. But look here” he called, 85 Coleman was making for the thrust out at angles above her head, while her fingers moved 1 a Moy he said agaln, suggestively. The simple strategy resulted in a silence ii & stralght line. FPresently Coleman was at the point where ho had LR I s e D o einent of pasite aboys e Dead, niis her fngers moved i s disar: habiwasiudtusliviaw ki Coleman, despite his bewllderment, hastened Stakted and he did not pause untll he reached that theory which asserted Coleman, withiis handion the lobs ! thykd lmpressivaiy He' apoke g From Marior’s vaom. Mid e e 8 reflection of her husband into a preserving gossip, “I've had & great many cables waltihg for me Lhat the professor had been inepired to his visit by some sight or knowl. NIth deliberation. “Asfaraslam concorn I would be glad to see a man alerming purposs. She tarned {o watch him actustly. mis gemql nd of for heaven knows how long and others have been uriv&nl’ in flocks to- €4&e of Marjory in distress.” Of course Coleman was wistfully desirous of paint it in red letters eight feet high on the front of the King’s palace.” ward the door into the oorridor and did nt in any wWise hasd b Wwalked to- night. You have no idea of the row in Americe, professor. Why, every. Proying to himself the truth of this theory. The Minister, left alone, wrote steadily and did not even Ioog: up wh son!” she calied. “Where ing 2 Y er.” “Harri> Dody must have gone wild over the loet shetp. 3ts papes has abléd soe .. AN palpable agitation of {he professor Quring the Interview seemed to Eeter Tounley and two ofhors entered In responso to his cry of pormission: He turned a troubled r and as if she had hailed him in hf things that are evidently for you. For instance, here is one that says a SUPPOrt it. If he had come on a mere journey of conscience he would have }3‘;“’9""' he presently found time to spe: over his shoulder to them. ey o stroublen m in his e sume called ‘Tind the Walnwright Barty’ has had a big suc. Dardly appeared as a whits and trembling old man. But then, said Cole- ear the news?” “Where are you ed with fncrensed trepidation. \nk of that, would you?’ = Coleraan grinhed &t the brofessss, Mau, he himself probably exaggerated {1iE 10en of The grofemar's appear- +No, sir,” they answered. dropped heavi: olng?" he repeated 2 ¥ind the Wainwright Party,’ a new puzzle game.” * ance. It might have been that he was only sgur and distressed over the Well, be good boys now and read the papers and look at pictures untfl : ere are you going?’ The profc emed grateful for Coleman's tangent off /int e S R e e en L m going—" he answe am going to see Rufus Coleman.™ ters of a li O A or e e e oftfnto mat, The correspondent paced his room and smoked. Sometimes he halted __They surveyed him keenly. They evidontly judged that the news was Wainwright seve voice 08 mufMed pooram NCocHan . ? y gerly. ® they selling a at the little table where was the brandy and soda. He thought so hard Worth hearing, but obedlently they sald nothing. Ultimately the Mint o . T . “Not about Mar- that sometimes 1t seemed that Marjory had been to him to propose mar. &fixed a rapid signature to the letter, and turning looked at the studenty or % 3 d Coleman. *And of course you know that—er— riage, and at other times it seemed that there had been no visit from any With 2 smile. Yes,” he said, * papers would of course have big {llustrated articles— one at all. . Haven't heard the news, eh?” It was now Mrs 1 to look at her husband with a with your photograpk d 1 priy. wnstatrs air of stupefaction ¢ e sban an S vith your ,g phs and general private histories pertaining A desire to talk to somebody was upon him. H roll o, sir. stupefaction 1 ppened up to her vieions of fmbeaility of ulu;;:msurcr.fi};_ ar nore of fihefi- business? and Into the smoking and reading roome, hoping to o Birolled donoatat “Well, Marjory Wainwright is engaged to marry Coleman.* % e e ory Ly she s oo b uppose they would do that, admitted the professor. “But I even if it were Coke,’ But the only occupants were two strangers furiously The Minister was amazed to sce the effect of this announcement upo, e N A orbe s ('uTem:nyoHlsug‘"“i debating the war. Passing the Minister's room Coleman saw that there the three students. He had expected the crows and cackles of rather absur 5 Y ¥ profec L ST TR it to ynu)torclbly 80 that in the Wwas a light within, and he could not forbear knocklnf. He was bidden to Mmerriment with which unbearded youth often greets such news, But Marjory I suppose you think she Parhanl theyican flod aistanb oy morren iweird 1ot enter, and opened ‘the door upon the Minister, carefully reading his Spec- there was no crow or cackle. One young man blushed scarlet and looked Svould ifke it. Wk 4 et i A LT st o e ")h lm.r very bad about us. tator, fresh from London. fiu:l:}ly at the floor. With a great effort he muttered, “She’s too good £y , % o e S REe 1 : l(;l"en“: 1o§‘ex‘|so“e will probably be forgotten by He looked up and seemed very glad. “How are you?” he cried. *I was RIm.” Another student had turned ghastly pale and was staring. It w.,_; Hhe must never know rofessor in dull miseres They Al ot On ths e o e, tremendously anxious to see you, do you know? I looked for you to dine Foter Tounley who relieved the Minister's mind, for upon ‘that yo st e e kuon e professor in dull misery, = ¥ talked on this way slowly, strainedly, untll they each found that with me to-night, but you were not down.” man’s face was a broad jack-o’-lantern grin, and the Minister ; P § el T pafaea 1 e 6n1cal'g’1anée o 'Am-sha!pfe ot“mh }l.e ,u‘ui(lxvux_x would soon becoine Insupportable. The professor had come “No;’T had a great deal of work.” a complete massacre. aw that at : Siight of 1 t wife. “Oh, for a dis urpose ang Coleman k saw“éh§h§§1§°‘é"i;?o°n‘1§.‘;' there lying “Over the Wainwright affair? By the way, I want you to accept my S umphantly, “I knew it accomplish ' cried Mrs. . aded . e n the pro- persona anks for that work. In a week A e Minister was anxious over.the havoc he had wro : T Mrs. Watnwright. “You'll ac- rTespon Eain ordered up IS tHVIAIEIcn. oty heanted agd spent theitset of may MEo i coma ot oroad have § e 3°. other students, but slowly the color abated in ong zace“fifig'?:&,"}g i y you.” ive them opportunity at nothing but a poor, weak, un- ou young scammg DSt aper bas been c you young scamp?** eratulating me, you know, sir, in a whole- bars and howling out State Department messa h , you know, sir, = 2 ssages about the Wainw: other. Jfeel sure—tlat they have been exploiting my You see, in my Lerritory there are no missionaries to get into eouniiBBS Touniey. “And how did you know o Poter as the Herole Rescuer. There s no sense in 1 was Living a lifo of undisturbed and innocent calm, ridiculing the senti- Peter was jubilant. Oh, I k ! Iknew it! Tam very clever.” - they don't care whether it is truc or not true, ments of men from Smyrna and other interesting towns who maintained The student who had blushed now addressed the Minister in a. slight ge of howling out that their correspondent res- that the diplomatic service was exciting. However, when the Wainwright l!rn!;md voice. - “‘Are you positive that it is true, Mr. Gordner?” 4 take that privilege without in any way worry- ?u(y got lost my life at once became very active. ‘I was all but helpless, had it on the best authority,” replied the 1»“,1"‘ ter gravely, and 1t er thi 1 as If she was about to shriek. uty? Your duty 0 go and bend the repeated humbly. “If T can find even one You see, sir? I g Ty an! mi Ho xopsa | g2 I can fln sed. 1 . , sir? T wouldn’t like you to feel that too, which was the worst of it. 1 suppose Terry at Con: The student who had turned pele said, “Oh, ue, of cot - crifice. He can do no a strident igiot as I doubtless am appearing now befors the have Kot Erandly Stifred up alfo. ity he cant ses you o thinoPie MUSE iyrell * sald crilely, the oue whe hud Miushed, “she's e sight too té to her argu- id the professor absently, It was plain that he had been a Lanii R pat Coroa 3&“&.:?:&:.;?& B o s e o S8 Colepman s Bood Tollom? said Boter Tountey et ful ned his original r. "“I_Mr. Coleman—" he begazn. O B i rralitude . seem to be smothering wyqoy've no right to say that—exactly. You don't kno‘f»‘wfi??é"?,fifl-d”g’ 3 o she quoth grimly. “No swered Coleman promptly rd of.” E S pily and gently. “Oh, as much as I deserve—sometimes more,” answered Col «py DOW If it were not for Colema The profe ros6 . T must he goIng to this work, Tt that was doivine che ol man sesard. Es pao, Uity of further dallylng explolt was more or less of a fake, P R L Between'the fines by T o o By s keep everigating 1 8 thing to Hays Bonb uiok There was somelbing elmost DIt s & . He knew, of course, that If he was accident, or through the efforts of that blockhead of a dragoman. T dige’ Tubbing that in. For heaven’s seke let up. Supposing I don't know wherg e ical in resolved to take this step a longer delay would simply make it harder for intend if. And then in the night, when we were waiting in the road 0t T'd be now if it were not for Rufus Coleman? What of it? For the rene Harrigon!” burst ont his wife in amaged lamentation. “You are not breathlessls pondeat, lesning torward, wis watching him aimost ‘cause ofa fight, ey almbat bunked ntc us. Thatgall” of mv life have I got to—" really going to do 1t? Not real I T A e e I “They tell it better,” sald the Minister severely. “Espectally the young- The Minister saw that this was the embittered speech of a really de- I Ing to do {t.” he enswered. at once time proposed marriage to my d?:éhlt::!',"]ed atheat s T hose 1 high e L R = L G e rs ejaculated Mre. Wainwright to the heaven: X £ “Those s got into a high old fight at a town up the: . Tnow. un along home ltke good boys. T'll be busy until luncheon. ' to speak. ‘nrostrate. “Well, there!” - = Ehewasso _ T faltering words did not sound as i¢ either man had aught to do fon. Tell you about that, dld thev? Fthougnt not. ClererSieyond Agrin- gare say you won't find Coleman such a bad chap” eon. " And } \r the professor passed out of the door she crfed beseechingly but man's jaw fell and he looked glassily at the professor. i said «youp: DOted that there are slgns of a few brulses and scratches T O o aiihie o o xoly. to Peter Tuunley, A fatilely after him, “Harrison!” In a mechanical way she turned the i 'rfe u“‘. m;rmr'%‘qdlrw:mm e Al AT o e e sfie wfg;eb!:g!; g\at‘,:fready his blood was-leaping as his mind flashed everywhere {n specu- !"!nga ttX;Alee);snvr’:rom"glf%‘flxhltiv It uafi}n{l the people took US fOr Ger- — a———— e r {mage. ell, of il stupld crcatures under the Bun, men are the “I'retused my consent to that marriage,” sald the old man more easily, Fome shindig, It raised the ‘town, I tell you. el e wopentdd hands Continned Next Week.