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a {upon her success as.a singer for her ‘excuse as @ vaudeville performer. ging well, they have a fairly clever lt- VYAGEL CATPIALLTC "THE RUNAWAYS * THE MAID AND THE RUNABOAT.. | By Mabel Carrier. | MINOUS sounds emanated from the body of the runabout, 0 ‘The girl clutched at ber hat, pretending to feel for an unsteady pin. “Do you know, that little pas seul you do in the second act is awfully | good. I can always spot you, even when the colored lights are on.” t ‘The machine gave another groan, and the girl clutched the arm rail, | “Oh, can you,” she gasped. ‘You mustn't mind my being afraid of noises. ‘Why, do you know, I’ve been on the stage three seasons, and yet I always jump ‘when the thunder machine Js worked and squirm at the stage lightning.” | The young man straightened the angle of his blithe straw hat, and then—with | & buzz the machine stopped. He crawled under the runabout, leaving the girl poised birdlike on the leather seat. The anxious look on her face was not lessened by his appearance, rei- faced and dusty, a few minutes later. “I can't make out what's wrong. Would you mind getting out for a bit?" | ‘They climbed up the daisy-crowned embankment, the man in his light flannels Yooking almost picturesque in the high grass. The view of the Palisades was charming, but conversation languished, This may have been because the girl| knew that just one brief hour lay between her and the theatre-call, with dinner | to be snatched somehow. Or perhaps {t was because the youth was young and callow and very much In lov: “Isn't the pink on those hills lovely?’ she asked, with her gaze on the run- about. “Do you think that if we weut down and pushed that machine {t might @tart up?” “It might Wow up," responded the youth, with his eyes on her face, @on't mind waiting here a bit—all alone with you. The runabout rounded off his sentence with a vicious little snort, as If de- riding his too obvious flattery. The expression of the girl's eyes changed. She regarded the machine with new Interest. How admirably he had steered that runaboat into the further édge of the road just before the accident! ‘Then she looked into the face of this very young man and smiled. She couldn't help it, even though time was flying. He was 80 young, #0 delightfully “readable’—an1 she had been on the stage three seasons. The smile encouraged him. He raised himself on one elbow. “Do you think {it is all right for a chap to marry against the wishes of his people, when he knews he is very much In love and the girl 1s a trump?” ‘The girl smiled again and refrained from looking at her watch, which seemet to be ticking off the moments against her very heart. “Bless you, yes. Why, I married against the wishes of my people and we're awfully happy.” There came to her a strange little sound that did not emanate from the runabout, bit she went on relentlessly, “Of course, we don't see much of each other. He is iu auother company, but—oh, dear! you won't. tell, will you? It just slipped out, and the management does not Ike to have it known that we girls are married. They think {t hurts business. So silly, too,"” “Awfully silly,” he murmured. : “And we can't afford to have a ilce Mttle runabout like yours, either.” Her tone was almost maternal, “Do you know, I think that machine has about blown {itself off. Don't you think we might venture?” . . . . ’ . . e . . The runabout dashed up to the stage door and the girl, with a hurried but cordial gool-by, rushed up to the little window and signed the book that stood between her and a fine just as the hands of the clock pointed to the half-hour. ‘When she reached the dressing-room assigned to the show girls a chorus of ex- elamations greeted her. “Where in the world have you been?” “Exploring the banks of the Hudson, and I'm half-starved, but I have dis- eovere’ a new motor power—matrimony, Bessie, is that sweet chocolate? Thank heavens! Oh, I wonder why men are bern young.” to MARIE OF MULBERRY BEND. ’ By Katherine Belle. ‘ARTE thrummed the tambourine and collected the pennies and nickels for Giuseppe. Sometimes also she sang in a rich, untutored volce that made children. stare at her In wide-oyed surprise and women pause for an envi- ous glance at her beautifully moulded figure and big, expressive eyes. This was on the days when Giuseppe was.ikind to her, but it did not happen often. Men like Giuseppe do not waste time being kind to a woman of whose love they are sure. ‘and I ‘This week at Proctor'’s Twenty-third Street Theatre Miss Winifred Florence appeara tn conjune- lofi with Oliver T. Holden in a little ‘operatic sketch call- ed. ‘"The Fairy of fj Killarney. @ Avthough Miss | Florence 1s both the niece of the tate Wiilam J, Florence and the daughter of the late Police ‘Chiet, Peter Conlin, cHICOT. she makes no partic- G@lar boast of these facts, put depends Salary paid to them and really give Pleasure to the audience, Customarily an operatic sketch, partic- ularly of a comedy description, about the last thing to be commended to the favorable attention of an audiences. Holden and Florence should be proud of thelr distinction. At the head of the lst of performers 1s the name of Hilda Thomas, who ts sald to be sted by Lou Hall. Mr. Hall ceased to assist Miss Thomas sev- eral years ago, In the sense in which the term 1s used. In another way he assists her very greatly, for he is by far the cleverer of the, two. They “are offering a lttle skit written for them some time ago by Charles Hor- witz, Miss Thomas plays an actress mak~ ing the, best of her way back to New York from @ disastrous starring tour. Is in a tiny buggy, drawn Her entr: by a. bievellhpeapeniea ‘by Mr. Hi At-one ‘Thomas Both Mise Florence and Mr, Holden ith a well costumed and oe woecial ecenlo ¢ jwhat stale and the act necds to be highly commendable. Speaking part of the specialty depends presence of two or three ence is ali tect With singu! STAGE BEAUTIES WRITE ROMANCES FOR THE EVENING WORLD. Three of “The Runaways” Beauties To-Day’s Contributors—The Stories of the Other Three To-Morrow. But he had been joking with her just before they pulled the piano under Arnold's office windows. and Marie wartled joyously. Arnold had been shut In tho theatre all morning listening to his musical director try out voices. And very poor voices they had bewn, tow Mle called his partne: “Have a look at this girl. Great for the chorus! Sée how supple/her body ts. It keeps perfect time to tha: rotten music, and her voice js O. K. Send Jake down after thom," Marie and Giuseppe both could speri English, Gluseppe rather better than his flencee. He listened ntolidly to the manager's proposition, but the girl stared in interested fasion at the small, stout man, with black eyes, who said that her volee was so-so." Tt might do with seme ining and the pay was large. And £0 when the rehearsals for “The Cloak of Gold” commenced Marie, with downcast eyes and trembling voice, jcined the ranks of the chorus. They chris- tened her Marle of Mulberry Bend, but the star, a woman of strong personality and a capacity for expressing opinions, became Marie's guardian angel and pro- tected her from many a humiliation at the hands of the thoughtless young women of the chorus. So all things looked well for the songstress from Mulberry Bend until that hot August afternoon whea Marie followed the star, whose faithful slave she was, to the open window in the cool, were Loing drilled in the drinking sonz, and the star bade leading into the big hall where the rchearsals dim hall, were conducted, The men in the chorus te close the door The \two women leaned over the window ledge—the one tall, well-groomed, with a jaunty sailor hat set on her artifictal-looking yellow hair; the other dark, unkempt, yet beautiful. From the sgreet came the wail of a street plano: “Ah, 1 Have Sighed to Rest Me."" The femiliar air made Marie lean further from the window. Yes, it was Giuseppe. He leaned jauntily against hix cart, and close beside him stood—Angela G.ovanna. She thrummed the tambourine and sang in a dull monotone. Marie gasped! Giuseppe had told ner he must have another woman to play the tambourine and collect the penntes. The Americans like the gay scarf and apron of the Tialian women. But he had not told her it was to be Angela. The music ceased; a man tossed Angela a coin, and she eald something to Giuseppe, who smiled, patted her arm and picked up the handles of the cart. Maurie remembered with a heart-throb that he had always expected her to hel i bush the cart, but Angela walked beside him’ doing nothing. Marle did not know that the man had tossed Angela a quarter by mistake. S| smile which Giuseppe had bestowed on another, ~ “I am going!" she cried to the star, In a half-smothered volc “ing for the Mr. Arnold any more; ! will not wear the beautiful a. r the money every week. I go back to Gluseppe and the t. not % not Hike it here."” And like a whirlwind she without @ word to the atage manager she clutched her It war the star who told Mr. Arnold. He frowned. “Why, in time’— Th star laughed her cool, almost hard laugh, “Because she ig a child and'thinks you men are really worth wh! CHICOT AT PROCTOR’S ON TWENTY-THIRD STREET. Sesved of abtiity and personality.’ Now she shows les ability, Their songs are growing some- | ‘17, shaken together, Matthews and Ashley advertise a new specialty. The funny partofit is that more than half thoir new. In view of the fact that most «# the old act was new Jast year, this {3 Hwhts | ment syrup, Me. Ucead The great trouble ts that their act Is too much of one plece. The entire for its cleverness upof the Imagine rons. to whom the comed‘an talks. This is funny, but not for long. Bade Hayes and Mona ‘Wynne have a singing and dancing sketch. ¥Y glad they ha ing for ihe dancing. ors af rare and curious music. which Benorosity they proffer to a a they ture, i % alsa icicle encourage be equally an audience of to-day, Craig,and Ardell have what they call instruments. smaliem of the two men. who flatters himeelf into the belief that he is mad up to represent a Gorman, remarks whi Doing more oF Jems of and permonalty.” Now | call jokes as quickly. as po {a yeruonallty and little hope that the audience will laugh before | they discover the antiquity ot the fun, have a few jol so bad, but most of the: that they want to climb over the foot- and tk (0 the George -Yeoman pills himpelf German jester. A mofe novel and a turn is really | propriate jesertption of would be fambourine. he saw only the indulgent -dresses; Passed down the corridor into the great hall, and hat and'ran down the stairs. sible in the which are not are so familiar audience, as a ia. erivertaih- “the human soothing ”’ for he inoltes to somnotency. eomen has not a partioulart: le German accept, the time allotted te upon ‘the et ny one in the belief that ig & comedian, He indulges: the tokes of yester year and appears to imagine that what waa good enough Tor the wodiences of Ave years ago should well adapted to the needs of no- ein ra he largely in nor does music act. This means that “ike more cr less noiso on various At odd * ae ee ee = = ra : ae \ F ‘ y, Mbt aS moments ° the makes ‘some “T will not T care Ido Doe TOM’S TRAGIC LOVE AFFAIR. By Josephine Angela. HEN the Alten family awoke to the fact that Tom had actually 4 appeared there was general con- tion. There has alwa\s been the atone of such tender years and foar 4 fo amply provized for tn worldly goods w tall the victim of some unfortun- ve aftatr, The will had stated dts- tinctly that Tom was to be provided for > long as he lived by interest accruing from certain Govornment bonds. H+ | had been poor Uncle David's pet. | As the family aat around the break- fast table each one recalled some symp- tom or trifling incident which showld have foretold the disaster. There were | several moonlight strolls that Jennie |remembered, and for ¢hree successive mornings cook had seen him slip from the house before the family was about and disappear in the dewy meadow, Very gravely they discursed the ad- visability of communicating with the Police Department. But one does so hate notorlety! Then suddenly the tension was relteved. George Davis, who lived two houses beyond, stopped on his way home from the post-office. “I just saw your Tom sitting in Gus Dean's apple orchard!" Ah, so it was Bessie Dean! The de- signing minx! The family sallied forth, with Pat and Cook bringing up the rear. Over the dewy fields they marched, through Mr. Dean's strawberry patch, and then stealthily they crept into the orchard. Yes, there was Tom, happily uncon- scious of their presence. He was stretched full length on @ sturdy limb his eyes, filled with yearning, gazing up at the object of his affection, who perched saucily on a swaying branch (hat scattered snowy petals with every motion of her grace‘u! figure. But the family was not touched by the romantic sight. Mr, Allen raised hig arm wrathfully, but Jennie lafd her hand gently on his sleeve. “Don't be too abrupt, father.” Then she raised her voice entreatingly. ‘Tom, dear, won't you ccme home?" ‘Tom never delgned even to cast a glance in their direction. Sure the pcor thing’s olear fascee- nated,” murmured Cook. “Tom,” sald Mr. Allen, angrily. ‘Tom started, then darted to the end of the Imb, whtch almost touched the one occupied by his inamorita, ‘A sudden flash of sunlight through the follage, a series of screams from tho Allen famlly, one sharp, shrill expression of fright from Tom, and he struck the ground with a thud. Without a word to the alarmed family, he sprang up and disappeared in the direction of the house, while Miss Sparrow, with a saucy “tee-whit," perched further up In the apple tree, Moral: When you're alone on a Mmb that's narrow, Tt looks dead easy to catch a sparrow. | But when distracted by Cook or Pat, You may meet the fate of Tom—our ct CASTORIA | For Infants and Children, | SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS. Agatha Renler, g mili girl, has become the secretary ard companion of Mrs/ Copeland, the wealthiest woman in, Oid Chet d. Agatha Ri rr iived with her grandfath Capt. Stewart, an old aler ted up at Tuckerman’s ‘wharf, Old Chetford, and worked in No, 1 mill, A reduction of 10 per cent. In Wages {5 made and workmen stone horses at- | tached to the carrlage of Mrs. Copeland, the principal stock- holder, Agatha s a the addened runaway team and {9 hooted by her ailimates, ‘Thoy revile her mother, and her grandfather 1a forced to tell ler that her mother waa never acknowledged by her father's family as the wife of Fran- cols Renter, although legally married to Mm, Francota was the <on of A French count, and drove Agatha’s mother away trom home before Agatha’ was born CHAPTER It. ‘Mid Slings and Arrows, HE slipping away of a year and @ half in the life of Old T Chetford was marked by no external changes of great Importance. (To be sure, tie electric rafla had writhed their way through many of the business streets, and even down to Promontory Road, but that had long been coasid. ered inevitabi Deacon Snow had bullt a Ia: » new stable to the great ntent of some of his co-workers in the vineyard, who could not see why a deacon should have more than one horse in any event; another cotton anil fad been erected, and the city was climbing nto the first rank of manufac Ing communities; more plate glass had appeared Jn the places for retail trade, and a new theatre had beon co) ed ot the 8 of the ancient Episcopal Churen on Liberty stree zatha Rente are in the changes of time had been’ gre? The bud had blo rant and attractive as its out mal Childhood had stolen away into the mists of enemory a womanhood had placed its sign and geal on her Itthe body. ‘Tho Inevitable result of the Influences of wealth and refine. ment were seen In her walk, her bearing, her voice, her ges- tures seemed quite to the manner born, which delighted Mrs, Copeland beyond measure, as justifying her warmest predictions, Fer “boasted woman's intuition’? had made no mistake, and she gloried In the fact O Guy Hamilton was much with her. He had grown to ad- inire her Intensely, but he kept a strong curb on himself until one dy. It the Ing of the Camera Club, Guy and Agatha kad wandered away from the main party. There was somothing in his manner Agatha-did not like, and she kept him aloof. A stone wall was directly across thelr path, and Agatha stepped upon {t with little care. Her one de- sire wan to return to the party and #0 be rid of the awk- wardness that had so suddenly arisen between them. “Watt; let me help you," sald Hamilton, as he stretched out his hand toward hers. The little deprecatory laugh was interrupted by a« dull grind as one of the stones on which she was standing be- came dislodged and rolled to the ground. She tottered for an tn: striving to regain her balance, and uttered a sharp cry of pain. ~ “You're hurt,” cried Guy, springing toward the swaying girl, whose pale and drawn face told the story of her suffer- ing. “Yee, I'm afraid Yam @ Uttle—I'm sch a nuisance. What""— ns The world closed in around her, and/she would have fallen had not, Hamilton caught herin his arms, ; : ‘Fuinted, ty Jove," he exclatmed, gazing ¢own in to the white, lovely face ii the hollow of his arm. “Agatha! Agatha!” Bu Ufe. ‘Then this courtly man of the world, this darling of soctety, this Gret gentleman of Old Chetford bent his head and kissed, the unresisting Hps. As ice will sometimes give the same sensation as fire, s Agatha’s cold mouth !nflamed his pa sion, Again and again he kissed ‘her, until an incoherent murmur warned him that she was coming back to consclpus- ness. The sound of wheels from a passing carriage startled him. He realized that the occupants must have witnessed the tableau in which he bad been the only active participant, and he wondered who they might be, He had little time for speculation, however, for Agatha had revived, and he knew ghe would need immediate attention. “It's—eprainod—-I delleve,"’ said the girl, a: the foot on the ground and cringed with the hurt. “Oh, dear, I have spollt your day by my carelessness. I'm so sorry.” “Never mind my day, Agatha; perhaps it's not spollt after ali, Lean on me and we'll get to the red farmhouse some- thow. There I can hire some kind of a rig, T guess, and take you home. Come now, that's right; there's 8 brave girl. “I always thought Guy Hamilton was not exactly the right sort," said Robert Wofth-Courtlelgh to his pretty wife as they fode along toward the fort where the Camera Club was to have a clambake. “Who was that girl?” “She? replied the lady with a bitter smile, “she's that young upstart that Mrs, Copeland !s making such a fool of herself over." He did not know that {t was his wife's neat Mttle foot forming @ sort of safety valve for her surcharged emotions, nor did he notice that her hands were chitched 40 tightly to- gether that she was obliged to remove her torn gloves when Agatha made no sound; she scarcely gare a sign of she tried to put WEDNESDAY EVENING JULY 4, 1908. BY DWIGHT TILTON AUTHOR of she reached the scene of the Camera Club's festivities. But before ehe arrived Lucy Worth-Courtleigh had opt. lined her plan of campaign and had dechied to assume the offensive at the earliest opportunity. Guy had an unpleasant half hour with Mrs, Wonth-Coart- leigh and Agatha was confined to the house for two weelms. He was assiduous in his attentions, and one day—he had |been drinking—he overcame the abnormal diffidence that | had mastered him and told Agatha he loved hi Her ridicule and scorn cut him deeply, but more he feared | nis aunt if the story should come to her ears, and. he set himself to make his peace with the angry girl. He threw | himself into the affair with Mrs. Worth-Courtleigh more vehemently, Gossips were xindly to him, but gradually the story of what the Worth-Courtleighs had seen grew unt it assumed amazing proportions. 4 + ‘Rev. Ralph Harding read much with Agatha. It wal @ part of her education, arranged and promoted by Mfrs. Cope | Iand. | Agatha drank fm his enthusiasm as {t were an element of | the alr. She too bad bezun to feel his iove dor hutnantty, Bis impelling desire to be of service. She had seen the emashing of one of her {dols, but she knew now that it was a tales god; let him die. She was young, and the earth was falr and bright. ‘There was work to do, and some time she would ao ft, and do It well. Harding would help ber, she believed, end she turned to him with a beautiful look of gratitude which ie” did not then understand, but which he treasured long ig Bl heart's storetloure. y ‘Agatha used her Injured ankle imprudently, and {t mia@e her a prisoner again. Not until Christmas was she able ts go about as of yore. In the interval Mrs. WortteCourt Ielgh's tongue had been active, The Indies were decorating a Christmas tree for the | Mr. Grsonacre's church. Mr, Emerson entered with” | tidings. , | he's coming!” he stammered, in great perturbation. | “Who's coming?’ was the general query. T-that R-renier gir! ‘How can you tell, my dear?” asked his wife. hardly eee ten feet awa: Ai “Wewell, I know it's she," he sald, becoming, more Ome posed, "I can tell her by that red cloak with the black dradé and frogs.’ This cloak was one of Agatha’s favorite gem ments; ft was, Infact, the only article of her mothers at tlre ahe had kept. A : In a moment more the girl was in the room, os hearty, and smiling radiantly at the little party, 81 in her arms a big box containing Mfrs. Copeland's offering for the Christmas tree. She seemed the incarnation @ good-will and holiday cheer. “Where shall I put it, Mr. Greenacre?” she asked of the rector, evidently regarding him as the responsible head @ the affair, i “Put {ft on the floor, Miss er-Renler, if you please,” & answered sti fy. Agatha deposited her burden carefully and turned to to the others. They seemed extraordinarily busy over task. Only Mrs. Worth-Courtleigh was looking et her, “How do you do, Mrs. Worth-Courtleigh,” she cordially. “what a pretty effect you've made here.” ‘The woman stared at the girl with aisolute unrecognitiod inher eyes. Sho uttered not a word, but after @ moment @ contemptuous scrutiny wheeled about and went thack to Re. tree. z Agatha was transfixed with surprise. Then she understoag it was a joke, of course, some new form of holiday emus@ ment. ’ . “Ob, I gee," she laughed, “you are all pretending not t& know me so that I shall have to introduce mycelf all around Well, I'm Agatha Renter, at your service, Miss Postiethwalt Mrs. Emerson, Mrs. "— . The words were frozen on her lips by what sie caw. Me one of tive women turned nor paid the slightest heed to. words. They had heard—oh, yes, she knew they had they had cut her under the leadership of that wo be! Mrs. Worth-Courtlefgh, who had humiliated and sulted her thus publicly. She blanched with a terrible anget that made all else in 1lfe seem trivial. “What is the?” — e “What is the meaning of this?!’ #he had meant to say, OF at that moment her intense pide arserted itself and’ ent walked proudly to the door. looking neither to the right ne to the left. As she passed intoxthe hall her red-cioal silppet from her shoulders and to the floor, but she did not heed i “What did they mean—the cats?” ee sald, her intent ent? ing in a moment. “I'll go back and face them. Just as she reached the inner door she heard Mra Courtleigh’s melodious voice: u “Well, poor girl, what's bred fn the bone, you know; she § not responsible for her motaer. “Zhe, too!” cried Agatha fiercely, Mrs. Worth-Courtelgh was one of the first to leave (@& churach. When she reached home she undid a paper parce! took from !t a crimson cloak trimmed with black Draid ani threw ft violently across the back of a chair. 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