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he it itechtes a8 fare, 1h eg Ate tee te Renita nd trae m his ened 1H held tt tatween his fingers, ; = doubtful at first from where tt had comme, Then suddenly he remembered. lie remem- ered. the ruanway horses in the Boils, and the strange-iooking old woman who hed sat Mm the carriage with atim, drawn lige amd pallid face, Me ree membered the dem into the roadway, the brief, maddening race by the site of the horses, him cite at the reins, the! aman ot being dragged along the dusty | road. & Was, perhapa, the one physically aorececus. action of hie life ‘The! haraee were stopped, and tie womaws life was saved, Hw looked at the letter ‘a hia hand. \ “Why not? he asimt himseit softy. | He hesitated and glans once more tewerd: the vty seemed to deette him. He turned MMs weary footstep: gain westward Walking with visible effort and rest ' whenever he hwd a reached at last the Oxford of Bond street. Holding the letter In hie hand, he made his. way, slowly and more painfully than ever, down right-hand side, Peaple stared a little jousiy. He was a strange figure, passing ” through the crowds of well-dressed, Rauntering men and women. He was | unnaturally tiln—the peltor of him) cheeles and the gleam in his eves spel of starvation. iis clothes had been welleeut, Dut they were almost In ra Hin cap had cost him a few pence at second-hand store He made his way toward hit tion, looking. neither to the to the left. The days had gone when he found it interesting to study the| faces. of the passers-by, looking out | always for adventures, amusing himself with shrewd speculation® as to the character end oceupation of those whe seemed worthy of notice. This wa: hie quest now—the quest of life or death, ° Me estopped in front of & certain number, and comparing it with the tattered envelope. which he held tn. his hand, finally entered. Nft-der, who w lounging in the itttle halt, looked at him, tm surpriss “I @m looking for Mme Helga,” the young man sald, shortly. ‘“Thie i num ber B, tan't it The doy tookad at him doubtfully, ane led the way to the lift. ‘Third floor,” he said, “I'll take you ‘The Mft stopped and Bertrand Suto: found tn front ef him a door upon, wht: was @ omall brass plate, enxraved sim: ply with the name of Helga, He knocked twice, and received no answer. ‘Then, turning the Randfe, he entered, and stood looking about him with curiosity. It wae @ small room, mxuriousiy but sombrely furninhed?, Tleavy curtains were drawn, more than half-way across the windows, and the room was 2 dure that at first he was not sure whetler ft was indeed empt % oak table !m the mt carpet, stood a eryatal ball. There was nothing else unusual about the apar ment, except the absence of any pirtures tpon the walls, and a faint aromatic odor, as though somewhere dried weedn were being burned. Some artenkrs suddenly thrust astde. there looking at him, She was of mid- die height, fair, with a complexton which even tn that indistinct leht he could see awed little of ita smoothness to nature, She wore a loose fown which seemed to hang from her shoul- ders, of some soft materi:t! drawn around her waist with « girdle eves Were doep-set and penetrat- ‘opposite him were A woman stood ing. “You wish to see me?’ he asked. He held aut the note. you are Mme. elma,” he an Mttle further tnto the at him with a slight ing her pencilled ame a room, looking frown contra eve- vrows. He had no appearange of bein & oltent. “Yau have brought ® letter, then” she asked. “My nan Bertrand Saton,” he ex- plained, letter wae given to mo in Paris more than & jar ego, by an elderty lady, & have carried it with me all that time, At first it dia not seem ltfely that I shoulit ever ueed to ise it. Tnfortunately,” he edded, « Highe bitterly, “thimgs have clanged.’ Bhe took the letter and tore open the envelope. Tts contents consisted of only foot. marked. she said, ant just now. ence: mare to tie young man. , ‘You are the Mr. Bertrand Saton, of e writer of this \ded. * he answered: She looked him over ‘The is person which “You have had “Tt haw “The > at presen He turned to go. “T am not sunprived, My star ts “Dew't be too sur tired. fe admitted. “T have eatem nothing haurs.”* though moved + im A aly ner of the room sald, “to allow pourself a state, whem all the ti letter fn vaur pocket. she added, unlocking had not read {t, You some money to Duy clothes, and come here vaguely. She touched the lette You have a very here" she sate, you whatever yolt ma and to telegraph part of the world sive Saton began to lau It fy the turn of thi m too Weak to me some money, ek. She gave dim curtousty ut of the room, He Ad descended by the # like & drupiten person, haninters to tie wall, Out in the street e shop windo: Hi ike @ man fewerisiu was In search af food. motor overta him to simckem his pi el The great car awung ered top upon which chauffeur, Mnmaculate livery, and’ Instde, two ter canght « gitmpse passed br—the woman, up notwithaanding: t nm old sand with looking after turned into a ffeld to and strangely enongh Me racked his brane clue to Its corner of his memor: t Tinal te be for when he iin so, He walked: toward the curtous—perhaps wcitement'! lone wee altered. with marked and evident. youth, sured bearing of @ m Him. think. parted, His eyes were still the his faci fered. ) which she read with some ‘Then ehe turned mouth and expression or i ae ON This Lal ped, A RueeeR aTauie; And if (T Dorr SCARE SHEE. ment HAP » THATS ALL. gf was scarcely did not speak of poverty and starvation. trouble,* he admitted, lady who wrate t exactly in the ascend. , don't go away: She looket at him for @ mement an doubting his words The she to a desk which stoot “You are @ very foolish perron,” sho “Pood and clothes!” he repeated, To not understand” T am toht to give 1 must eet or L will faint bim some ple looked at hin ise of him last stine of strength. CHAPTER II. Old Acquaintances OCHESTER was w wlong the countey tane which led from the main read to Beauleys, when the hoot of a e to the hedge-side. sallow complexion them, before of duet. The man’s face was peculinr, identity—searched every . with a little shrug of Bie shout- ject: recalled that Wkenesa which ha@ puzaled He knew who hie. visitor was! even an emtmoug— ‘They were face, to face tn a fow sec- fo and that wenderful mouth of tim, its half humorous, urve, still kept his face young. To the vey had come ® change much mpre He was a bey 10 longor—not even « le carried Dimeelf with the ae- air wae carefully His clothes bore the stamp af Saville Row. Hie face was puzalins. er, the eves of & man who ty content to be rather than to do. womehor IMs cheeks had filled out. Mis The Evening World Daily Magazine, letter epeaka?” fram head to an ineh of che te that letter,” ¢ in Spain.” he answered. she eald. sit You don't seem “Wonld 0 know what is for twenty-four _ to get into such me yr had this But 1 forgot,” the desk, “Tou had better ha’ yourself game again.” © with her fore- powerful friend he tn need of, in whatever may De, if ever hear any more and T wij] come notes, end am he sti fargot the lift, tains, unstendily, reeling from tie and beck again. je hurried along ious to make He! easy to read, There were things tn bis] the conditton, then? I must conte: king slowly | face which would have puzzled a phys-| that lam glad to see you. I shail mist. that you will have Rochester had entered the library and| interostins to tell me $ close@ the door behind him. He dj @ good sign that you ha on toward the man who rose slowly to] dition.” king him caused! greee him, but ignored his outstretched| “I have kept the condition,” Saton an. ce and draw in hand, eit ‘ graced. “L was never likely ta break tt he intasaupte “4 “Tem sure that I cannot be mistaken,”| I have wandered up and down the world anded a Uttle Ket 01 not sure that I fae! anyt Im those by, with @ CO¥-| he emth “It is my young friend of the] a good dea! during the past five years. vester, who sipeet ry pvt naan ht had at least dreama, I am, not sure was luggage, ®| hilleide.”* and [have met ma ts of] Into his pocket e jthat tt was not a devitish expertnent in cart eroom| “it is he," Saton anawered. “Tiscarcely | people, but I hav with ts romance Inde! he de | of youre to acnd me out te groge my Ene, an thas | eagented to be remembered.” | eikuat’ copy on scale as|clared, with something of the old ban-|way among the tirages, You were ‘heavily muftbed “Ome sees so few fresh ftaces,”| yours.” rin his tone, “You are worse tham man of the world then, Fou Bnew he warm @ Rochester murmured. “You have kept} “Not philanthropy, my: voung friend,” | the industrious apprentice, Have I, by! and umterstood, You knew how bitter ered; the man, escape the cloud it was familiar. in vain for some without success. reminded of tt, reached hame he atudy. Then asp of eusprise, study, filed with inged. The Rochester’s hair perhaps, but his Hig out-of-deor hal€ eynival in of the world. ever of @ dream- “You shouldn't drink whiskey without water, old man. the coat of your stomach!” , “4t deeen’t matter, Doc, It’s an old coat, anyhow!" Yet the rest of It will spoil! w to have suf- @ no longer RecourecT The Time Ti€D You UP To THAT TREE , Sos YOU CovLdNT BuOGE & Ther PuT That Criutik oF Ice Down YR BACK Ha‘HA! AnD YOU GoT THe PHEYMONIA AND CROUP & MEASLES ah?” 5c ELLO dial! Ba wal WHATS MaTren - FROST (4 THe Panonirs ? Batwa: You aviats OO catch OLO Eas¥! LITFLE OLD SHRIMP RAHA Reme mRER, Back i The OLC DAYS2) A, SWRIER FROM TAE WOMEN RANG ‘THROUGH THE ALL Rochesier murmured. will call tt a IT am not terest, The five hwndred . if you do met mind golng to offer you any Ine chance, the pleaure of speaking te one of he work!'s mastere—@ miitonairet” ‘The young man laughed, Mis laugh, et eny rate, wee mot unpleasent. “Ser ne satd. woateh: certain extent, eithough I came very, | very near to dimster: I have made o | l:tle money, and L can meke mere | when tt ip mecessary.” “Your eommeraial imsttnets,” Rodh- enter remarked, “have net Seem thar- eughly aroused, then? | ‘The young mau smiled. “De I neet to tell you" he eaked, “that rent wealth wae net among the \thinga I saw that night?" ‘That wae a marvellous motor car in | whitch you paseet me,” remert other. t helongs Rochester nodded. marked, “later en, appearance, and your paoapered. mured, w. forehead. | | |" am able to repay my debt te you. jtrite. Tt was not worth considering. you Rave paid me back.” “f wae forced to do th” @wered. “One cannot | theumht ally. “A platitu at tho day wiving and receiving. It 1 a @mall poi means of exchange.” my aharacterisiicn Therefore, | vse of Indelicn: pounds are “| wonder if there's any truth in the Strength in an egg as in a pound of beef?” “You'd think €o, old man, if you could taste the egge they hand out at my boarding house!” MHD ~ AND — eh, j wnat Tue — ? | = 2 jem the je Tady,” Gaten said, | “It will De interesting: te me" he ge- to hear comething of your efventures: To mage Sy your repayment of that email emaunt of money, you have “One hates the woré,” Saton mur @ gudien frown upon his 'L muppore I must afmit that T have bean fortunate to some extent. ‘That,’ Rochester interrupted, “ls & Im fact | am rather disappointed that Beton an- Rochoster eyed eee tale One goes. about the wortd t view whtoh reckons golt aa the only 19 | The young rwedk “T am eorrected,” he sai® “Yet you me admit that there | something | . in the apiigation which answered, at tho | am going on to asic tatement that there Is aa much Thursday. June 22, 1911. | vou @ Question, T found you on th niltntde, a Mise nted, miaerad! vouth, and ft dit you something | whiek very few people would have bean imclinat eon to @onsider, ~~ afterwar! st he nearly tsn't {t?—you return me my and we exchange a few poltte platitudes, L notice-or is tt that T only seen to notice—om your part an entre lack of gratitude for that ecentria action of ming = The ain tented bey hae become, presumabl | promperous citizen of the w v e| two are ao far apart, penhape'—— “T had but one| Suton threw out hin hands, Tor the little gift—|frst time there finshed inte his face beomething of the bay, som hp of ow ore primitive, more pasnlonate arkek “We ~ maonate nis calm, almost & thing life te, how for one who climbs thousand must fall, J am not gure,” repeated, with @ Iittle catch In throat, “that I feel any gratitude.” Rochester nodded thoughtfully, He was not in the least annoyed, You dnterest me," he murmured “From what you aay I gather that your material prosperity haw Deem eumewhae dearly bought.” “There isn't much t be wrung from life,” Saton answered bitterly, “that one doesn't pay for.” “A itttle Inter on,” Rochester said, “4t will give me very much pleasure to hear something of your adventures. At present I fear that 1 must deny myaall that pleasure My wife has done me the honor to make me one of her somewhat rare visits, and my houge is consequent- ly fult of guests.” “TL wil not intrude,” the man answered, rising. “I shall atay in the Reflections of a (Coprnant, 1v12, we able, tethered with the same atring. Tobacco, love and olives are all olives, emoke nine cigare end love at down to eny one brend. he had had a telephone at hie elbow, In epite of all that talk about th Nowadays, .the only thing more Wives are like old books, which eating every day. A man's ideal woman is a little thing. BACHELOR GIRL By Helen Rowland P to thirty, a woman yearns to be made love to after that, ahe prejere to de made comfort- Moat marrted coupics are like two cata, who might find one another good company if they were not Even St. Anthony might not have resisted the temptations of Satan t/ dinner of canned things opposite a wife who looke like a “dream,” to a fea of home-made cooking opposite @ wife who Woks like a “night-mare.” out of a love-affair appeare to be to entice a bachelor into one, vitinge for a few days. We may perhaps meet again. Rochester heattated for a moment. ‘Then the corners of his mouth twitched. ‘There wae humor in thie sttuation efter all, and in the thing which he proposed \ * i ure of seeing you before you were, I deve, unmarried." Rochester opened the door, and led way out into the hail without @ word, (To Be Continued. ewwwe ‘Tee Frew Fuptianing Os, (The New York Wosid), acquired tastes; a man muat edt nine least nine women before he can settle over whéch ta make hia excuses. @ way to Ais heart, any man prefers a difficult than keeping a married man . Decome more valuable but less Inter- of everything—and not much of any Lyrical Liltings Litt Four. HIS mornin’ I got in ten minutes pectin’ that the Boss would mash my pat And there, @ aittin’ at a desk was HB; The whole world changed, right then an’ there, for me. I knew ‘twas Jove the minute that it hit, Nothin’ was never like ft, not one bit, An’ when he sald “Geed mernin’, mins," an’ smiled, I tel you atratght, T blushed Ike eny hid. 1 read a story once by Laura Jean, Yip! Yippee! Say! Don't you think that ehe'a the | <iltings of Lonesome Liz By Elizabeth Gordon (Coprriget, 1920, tg Ges. W. Parker ase Uns candy queen? a About a qtr! cashier in « cafe. Don't th! Her name was Lizzie though, the as me. And as for him, no lon, no duke, nor thing on him, no not ene pram NORMAL. C the Philadelyhie Bulletin.) Nurse—Hia pulse ia 10% ner ante thats norma! for a ageball fan with the first ga & few daye oft, "Fo “Yes You a1G sausage! THEM WAS THe HAPPY. DAYS!