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. a bitn “trees : EE Pd H ed man who bear a stiong likeness arrested fi fmanory in stil a blank” Heturn Some and betug told she la, his ‘alte land oar hist CHAPTER VII. (Continued,) ASKED you what you would do if I refused to accept your proffered friendship?” she asked in a low voice, eannot— force me into—anything against my will.” “Nor have I any desire to force you to do anything against your will I have no intention of asserting my rights as your husband in a way ob- Noxious to you. Neither have I the intention of docilely accepting your decree of virtual separation between ua I ask that you forget the past and meet me with an open mind—al- Jowing the man I now am to win you or lose you. As long as I am your husband in name, isn’t it better that We should try to be husband and wife in spirit also? We must eventually become husband and wife in truth or not at all. I shall either have a wife or not have her. But I demand the chance to earn your respect and love and to let your charms quicken my affections. Outside of our own feel- ings is our duty to Vance—we could would not—Oh, God in u would not take Vance sho shrieked. “Not willingly.” vo was @timly pleasant. Agair he held out his be. . “Come, Gail, you cannot @eny my right to n ‘ke amends for tue po.t. I am simply asking for Justice, Give it to me—don't force me into driving you to be fair.” She clutched the arms of the chatr. A deadly pallor overspreai her face, P The law would give the son to the father. He \.-. to hold this cudgel always over her 1.:ad; frst, to force her to be a friend Coesre ye Aidly. sprang up, ream wi . “But Fyou can't! Vance is mine! are not—not—not’—— But the right words would not come—— “not rorthy —of—him”—— It was soarcely more than a whisper. “The other George ma; not have been—I am,” was his reply, Humor illuminated his face in, "He agrees with me. He told me just new that he loves me better than any one except his mamma.” ! It was a heart-breaking cry. She buried her face against the chair-back, moaning pitifully. 1 He bent over her. “My own I didn’t mean to burt t true, he does love you,” she moaned brokenly. ‘You~have me at ur—mercy”— ‘You won't find mo a@ hard bar- gainer, my wife. I ask only that we be friends in truly platonic fashion till 1 win or lose you, Perhaps with such ®@ past I should be more humble and ask nothing. But I simply can't get the proper connection with that past to muke it seem my responsibility to for it. But, zounds! I don't want you without your love." He twinkled again Really, you're not my wife. 1 didn't choose you. Nor did you choose this me. Let's begin all over again, dear.” As she still stared at him the door opened and Vance entered, “Excuse me, he apologized. "I thought you'd surely be through talk- ing by this time.” He sidled up to bis “father.” “Did you truly mean you'd go rid- ing with me, papa? Oh!” clapping his hands at the affirmative shake of he head. “Oh! bully! What was it you called me?—partner? and it means?"-— “That you and I are to be pals—and that means that we're to stand by each other through thick and thi that if we get down to our last do Jar—or dime, perhaps—we'll share It. And with a sinile, partner, always with a smile." "Do you hear, mamma? P: and 1 are to be pals! Oh! Oh!" jumping ‘up and down in his joy. “Yes, partner.” repeated the man “And your mamma and I are to be friends, good, true friends, who trust in each other's fairness and will play square by each other always, Isn't that right, Gail?” Bhe rose and held out her hand. “Yos, friends,” said she, and forced herself to smile. CHAPTER VIII. 1 atmosphere of the River- side Drive house was charged with excitement. The house- } keeper, a portly matron with jron-gray hair and double chin; the butler, portly and bald; the upstairs girls and the parlor-matd, mear-pretty young things: the fat cook, Miss Lauder, the governess; Gregory, Bryan, and the otuer re- tainers of the household, all anxiously awaited the return of the master of the house. “You say you got my letter and have learned the namos of the ser- vants," said Gall, as she and Vance came to the sanitarium in a motor to bring him to his naw home. “I thought It would make It less confus- {ng for you and for them.’ "Yes," he laughed. “It's a good thing I've grown accustomed to so many attendants at the hospital: otherwise the thought of those “You— thi OOOOCCOC5013 5000000000! twenty servants would be more dis- quieting than you can imagine. 1 have a feeling that I've bossed a crowd of men around, but I can’t seem to accept the fact of whi capped and obsequious females as being natural to me and my house, Did we always bave so many maids?” Why, papal” Vance's voice was shrill with remonstrance. “You know we have. Why, Perkins said you could keep a hundred servants on the jump. And it was the maids you liked to wait on you always, They didn't because— Well, I don't know just why; I guess because they Woren't engaged for that—they're very parti ir to do just what ey’ engaged to do"—— sagely. “But' “Papa bas forgotten, § you beep for ‘gO! dear. think it would be well not to abeast freely about the change you feel too within yourself, It others to ac randon aac, we thi - 70 snake them see it ust be presented oblique! cluded, smiling, sco “I accept id ad. ‘opt your ad- vice, But we mustn't exclude the boy; he'll soon learn that his papa is really two men, One apirit has oc- ed his body for a while and gone It’s still papa, but a different phase of him, a presentation Vance hasn't wore Pere i that's why you're so m nicer," cried the boy, “Phle—epicit understands a boy better or—some- thing. You were always pretty nice, but now you're bully. But—I—wish —this spirit didn't use such big wor and I'm going to climb up and tle The man laughec, though again ' Unsatisfled questioning appeared in “Let papa tie those, Vance; you tle bis eyes. the ones on the lower branches.” “I thought I was a very unpreten- tious speaker, Vance. I'll remember and simplify my vocabulary.” “But I like the cilmbing up and leaning over to reach the places—it's not just the tying ‘em on”——oried “There you go again!" The child the boy. Was seriously disapproving. You “Would you like to fall and hurt use bigger words than mam: The yourself?" other—spirit didn’t. And I like It, It's tiresome to stop all the time ani have words explained, and ‘less t! ey are explained I don't know exac'ly wat ‘8 meant, and I like to know exac'ly. “No, but he likes to feel he might fall and hurt himeelf, break an arm or leg—and then not fall," said Orcutt with @ laugh, The man and the boy looked at each other and both twinkled with a mirthful understanding between them, The child’s head was thrown slightly back, his slight figure in its white serge suit held with the dignity of a general, his already flushed face Kindling with a new delight. He turned to his mother. “Papa knows because he was a boy once himself. He always knows,” he continued. “Women know how girls fee] ‘bout things, L guess, but they just never know exac'ly how a boy © feels.” His tone was aggrieved. “And they always say to a boy, ‘You don't want to do that'—just as though they knew what he wants to do!" There were packages of various sizes and shapes, two big hampers full, all now of one Identity in their white tissue and holly ribbons, There were presents for each other, presents for every one that served them in the house and outside of it, and for many of the relatives of these, presents fur the Lormes and other friends who were to come next morn- ing to help them celebrate the first family Christmas tree of the George Orcutt household. Gail had grown to think of the mun as a relative, as one who be- longed by right to the family. He was Vance's father, not in the flesh, but In spirit. The curious sensation that she had felt when Vance first Jackson? ‘The truth now. I am 80 culled him “papa” had passed. He changed in my feelings and my views was her boy's godfather, had come on things I want to know how I seem to be her attitude of mind, And to you who have known me for years.” “papa,” said by the child, held a pce Yun look a little different, wholly different content for her than sah,” said the man cautiously. Hé tts correlate “mamma.” Was a mulatto, with little look of th But Vance bad said the two preg- neero in his features, and with @ nant words so many times. this shrewdness and natur.1 Intelligence Christmay evening, had included recognized by his employers and the them together so closely in bis holi- other help, all white. That and his day spirit of bappiness, that even she, Jong years of service in the Orcutt Knowing the truth, believed almost family made him the virtual head of that the three were one family. the serving force, lated bis mother, 8h looked fully at Orcutt. “I have never talked down to him; I don’t believe in it," Her look said “and you must not.” He did not answer, but a humorous twist of the lips made her think he would do as he pleased in the matter. The car stopped. “Home!” cried Vance, The man looked qui posing stone structure. said blankly, “Hom “Home?” Orcutt repeated the word a; few hours later as he stood daze ly in George Orcutt’s room, midst of his meditations Jackson, the butler, appeared. Ho carried a salver holding a decanter and a glai “I've brought yuh some apricot brandy, sah. You never was overfond of wine, an’ I noticed yuh didn't drink any at dinner, again “Wait!” Orcutt Ufted the decanter. he You've been with us a long while—how long, Jackson?" ‘About twenty years. I came to your fathah when T was eighteen and you twelve. And I came to you and Mis’ Orcutt when you was married, Do you find me greatly changed, “How?” Tt was ax though ho bad always em, been there—And would always be Snir there, Ho surrounded her and Vance “Yuh ain't been drinkin’ hard foh a long time—p'raps it’s just that you With such an atmosphere of being look sober, sah." cared for, was so chivalrously protec tive! George Orcutt’s neglect had to rap cdureg mo fome brandy made her peculiarly appreciative ot natural, eh? I'l cut out all lquor thls other man’s courteous attentions, for a while, Jackson. Come, tell ms ANd they were given so unconscious: how Tam different.” ly, @s though not to serve her would “That's your forehead ant your halr b6 the unnatural thing ‘Tho mask of an’ beard an’ body, sah; but the nose coldness under which she had hid seems smaller, the swellla’ gone down her misery as George Orcutta wits more'n likely, But the expression of !a@d wholly melted away Bae jer the the eyes an’ the laugh an’ the speech, BW Oreutt's deference and homage. These things were in her mind as sho helped to dress the Christmas treo—a treat that Vance had insisted sah, are considerable different—con- siderable, sah. The times you used y from home"—~ y from home?” that only himself and his papa and “You disappeared several times a Mamma should ia year, sah, for the past ten years,” “The presents are all on,” the child “And everybody thought IT was on a cried OW, papa, A romp: Let's deba and Jet mo alone,” said Or- seo if I can climb up to your shoulder cutt now nobody knows where I hand over hand." was." Gail fingered the holly in her hair Jackson howed acquiescence. and smiled tenderly. How beautifully Orcutt held a book in his hand, he helped Vance without the child's “Jackson, ‘George W. Orcutt’ 1s knowing it. written on this flyleaf. This isn't my — There!" ‘The man swung the little writing." figure in the air, then set him on. Jackson eyed the sprawling hiero- his feet, and nressed the call t glyphics. for his governess tc come and take Orcutt looked at the title after him to bed. Jackson left, “La Bete Humaine.” Gail. w to arrange Vance's he read, and flung the book savagely presents, the man drawing them forth to the floor, from their hiding places. She stood ‘Whother I feel the part or not, I a moment and looked the tree over, am George Orcutt. There's no ques- then held out her hand to Oreutt ton as to that, At some stage of my — “Good night, [ have still a few Ife T've boon a beast, and the sooner things in my room to get ready.” T accept the disgusting truth the bet- ter. Only"-— He ceased his unprofitable musings that led nowhere and went to bed cee e 8 She assumed the air of mystery that had been Vance's for the past week and whispered, ‘For—you,.” “What T wané ts right here,” sald he, apd took bere in his arms and kissed her. CHAPTER 1X. T was so unexpected that for & moment she lay unresist- ing ogainst hin breast, re- ceiving passively the kisses Vance clapped his hands and laughed gleefully, a performance he had done many times the past hour, His “papa” had just tied a last glit- tering ornament on the topmost spray of the Christmas tree, which now stood fully bedecked with tinsel and burnishings and many-colored elec- tric bulbs, “Now for the presents,” cried the boy, his childish treble shrill with ex. that showered her lips, element, “I've got all the little ones Even when free of his clasp she piled together for the top branches, could only stare at him in a sort of NEXT WEEK’S COMPLETE NOVEL | IN _THE EVENING WORLD => STORY; 7S A NEW YORK MYSTERY OF SMUGGLERS, DICTOGRAPH THE BLUE BUCK N 19OC3000000000000009000000000C 6000000000000000000000000000000000 THE ROMANCE OF A NEW _YORK GIRL’S FIERCE BATTLE AGAINST THE WOMAN’S LAW [A Comite in @ deliberate voice. “I can never be more than friend. But you will not believe—you will not care at last what I want—it will be yourself—1 know now that you are like all men. I have been blind—you—seemed—dir- ferent" He pushed a chalr toward her. “Sit down,” he commanded gently. “Now, Gail, try and tell what your terror means—for it is terror, and to me out of all proportion to any ex- planation you fe given me For three months we have been daily com- Panions, good comrades, joyous as six- year-olds. Nor was it friendship that caused our happiness It was love, Gall, love: “No!" The words were carefully chosen. “It was not love—I loathe you.” It was the man’s face now that was ‘ay. Hoe passed his hands feebly over yes, blinded by his sudden misery. A moment, then @ grimly sardonic amile curled his lips. “Lat me congratulate you on your perfect acting,” he said ourtly, but with @ note of pain. “T really believe that you eujoyed my society— I thought that wanted to be in my arme as much ag I wanted to have you there. Forgive me.” He bowed I shall leave ristmas - “Nol You must not go 3 mast pay, not youl” “Pay? For what? For making me think you loved me?” A play of humor mingled with the glaze of pain in bis eyes. “And why should you pay for my etupidity, an asininity that could mistake—loathing for love’ She sprang up. “No! No! I lied. I do not loathe you, tke—you.” She stood like @ child, wistful, wanting forgiveness, yet tremblingly id, He regarded her soberly. daze, and regret rather than wrath ‘ bad ort gh you isa ad Ret wife. our terror pea joa ing was in her low voice. more than—liking, I fear. Anyhow, ‘You have broken our agreement— y ob, why did youl” make you un! py. And it's been no easy matter for me to stay quietly “Why? You are my wife, and I here. This life of inactivity doesn’t 1 ” suit me. Zounds! I feel like a caged wht di bed Mon * © © You see, I've been ‘But I do not look on you a8 & yo mad over you that I was willing husband and I do not love you.” “Gail! Don't say that! Why, for these three mouths we have been"—— “Three months!" she cried, forcing scorn into her voice. “You expect three months’ decency to drown out of my memory seven years of humill- ation, of the most brutal neglect!” The man walked the floor for a few moments, stopped abruptly beside her. “I know nothing of those seven years. Am I to be punished forever for the wrongs that I did not com- mit?” She was speechless, her eyes fell before his, a deadly nausea seized her—it seemed to her that she could to be caged to be near you, to see you—to win you. But you say I can never win you, that I must always stay at arm's length. So, it is better goodby now, isn’t it?” “And you would go—where?"” she whispered. “I think I ll go first to Colorado and see father’s relatives. I should like to find out more about my fam- fly than you seem able to tell me. Jackson says that Aunt Maria was with us during most of my boy- hood—— Surely, sbe could throw some light on the very mysterious change in myself.’ She gripped the chair’s back. ‘Vance,” she mumbled. “It would break his heart for you to leave— now. The doctor thinks that he will have to be operated on for his not again lay George Orcu' eins ene He would want you upon him, ene “Stop shivering, Gail. I will not He folded bis arms and stood in touch you.” He spoke roughly, then Meditation. ; his voice softened. “Forgive me! I 'No,” he uttered length. Actions speak louder than words, and your terror of me is not compatible with—liking. If my touch is so repugnant to you that you would give up Vance for half the time rather than endure it, I should be a monster to stay on here and keep you in datly dread of nother outbreak.” “But if we could be just frienda”—— “I couldn't, Gail, not for long. If we were a young man and a young woman with no tle between us, I could, even to the fourteen years that Jacob served for Rachel, But you are my wife, you are the mother of my child. Knowing this and loving you as I do” —— “But when you know I—don’t want —you' She swayed unsteadily. He must not go to Colorado, Aunt Maria was not of a disposition to tolerate a mys- tery. In some way she would discov- er the truth, She knew every foa- ture, every distinctive mark, every forgot that you yet have your mem- ories that you cannot so easily dis- soctate me from my past. Zoundas! It's all a muddle, To save me I can't but feel that 1 don't deserve your scorn, Oh, I do—I realize tt when I study my past record—only, 1 can’t quite believe it's my past that’s the damnable part of it all.” He took another turn about the room, again stopped beside her, “I's not my present self, but the t stands between us, the orge—yes, dear?” “It's the other George,” she mum- bled. “He stands between us—and always will, And always will"—— “No! As soon as you don't want him to he won't. Your pride won't let you offset seven years of neglect with a paltry three months of devo- tion, You aren't sure, that's tt. You're afraid this George will go into retire. ment and the other George reappear, You're ashamed of having loved me once—you don't want to be ashamed again, Isn't that it, my wife blemish and beauty of body of the She laughed shakily. It was alwaya real George Orcutt. She would not some one else who found the best €x- be satisfied with hypotheses nor en- planation for her conduct. “I only know that I'm afraid,” she answered truly. was beginning to trust you, and now"—— “I've broken out of my traces and you're afraid { won't go back into harness again, But | will—for a while, I can't mise how. long, You're my wife—I'm mad with love raptured with her own nor any one's else explanation unl it really ex- plained. No, he must not go. Yet— could she dgceive him again, play with his affections? Yes, for already she heard her voice making sweet appealing sounds! “I don't want you to go—I, too, have been happy these three montha for you—it's inevitable that some TAV4 ror tee cant yet forget and time—— But we'll be friends as be- eee Se b fore, dear, Come, shake hands as you 2M afrald. For —my erecta you intended,” stay an riends a while long- eng she turned to him was "oo, Gant Wha votes was rap- “It's the end, I can't be friends turous. “Wo will be only friends, with that hanging over me. T must ear, till you do believe In me, And go away. I leave it to your fairness YOU must belleve in me—— ‘There 1s —about—Vance. Ho's my baby—you 1o other George Orcutt, beloved. I —you will let me have him half the &m your husband, the {mage you hold time—— Oh! you will, surely you Was an Interloper, Please, dear, say will! ‘George, I'"—— He stopped. all, His eyes were bewildered. Then you have never called mo ‘George. he smiled pityingly. Why?’ ” “Why, Gail, dear! T shall not force “Because I called bim that,” she you vife. I'm not @ ried impulsively brute, r George may He laughed with boyish happiness. have been. Come, forget what hag “I must have a name, dear, A name happened. 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By WILLIAM JHAMILTON OSE 7 tend,” she answered soberly. riend? 1 don't need a constant reminder of our pact, Gail She looked steadily into his grieved eyes, “Please let me call you ‘friend, h wistfully. “More than bh or_anything else in the a friend.” ‘® Was ho acting now. She was Pathetically in earnest. She held out b hand. ood night, friend.” “Good night, my wife,” he answered simply. elie CHAPTER X. 'T was two weeks later. Dr. Underwood was visiting Or cutt In his room, a common occurrence. ‘The altonist was saying: “There is no absurdity, Oroutt, in your feeling of ownership of your wite and child and of nothing else. It te etmpty, that of all the posses- @ions of the other ‘you,’ your wife and child are all that the ‘you’ of to-day would voluntarily choose.” “For heaven's sake, say the other George; the other ‘you’ eceems too Personal. I have a certain respect for my body; it's obnoxious to think it’s @ common possession of myself and a blackguard.” “It {s not just the body one might expect to receive from a debauche,” returned the physician with seeming carelessness. “Muscular, symmetri- cal, healthful, it’s the sort one might inherit from an outdoors man of sim- ple tastes and habits.” ‘The other man shook the ashes viciously from his cigar, “Ite ali @ rotten mudd Outdoors man? Underwood, thats what I am House life is getting on my nerves. I'll close the door on George Orcutt’s past eome day as I have on that room and cut for the open.” “And Mrs. Orcutt?—ehall you leave or take her?” “You old quizzer! Why does it al- ways seem to interest you eo great: how I get along with my wife? Well for once I shall answer you. My wife is hysterically afraid of me I kissed her Christmas eve and ahe was in a blue funk of terror, threatened to Jeuve the house forever if I as much as laid @ finger on her again, senti- imentally, that is" The doctor's huge body jerked itself up from the sofa where it was re- clining, “You mean Christmas eve was the first time you kissed her?” “And the last, Frees ly. Despite my insistent belief in my respecta- bility the fact remains that my body has housed a homicide and all-round rake, Unfortunately, my wife hasn't lost her memory.” “Then make her loge it," command- ed the physician. “If she's your wife then let her be your wife.” “Easier suid than done with a wife that shudders at the approach of my caresses as a gazelle might at a go: rilla’ ee Gorilla? — Gorilla?” he repeated slowly. “Go-ril-la?”’ He trembled violently, eprang te and his feet, stood clutching the air. Jnderwood, help he entreated Ce tea fy dazed eyes on his friend. iy falling to his chair, “It’s gone—the door closed before—I—could—look— Mn.’ “What door? The alientst’s quiet voice hid a palpitating excitement “Memory'’s door, It seemed for an instant that something—great—was alfenist under his breath, “Underwood,” came in sharp ton “why should that particular w: have been a touchstone?—or seemed for the moment to be?” “Heaven knows!" returned the allenist, “I'm only a doctor. You might make o etudy of gorillas; they're interesting in themselves, the way, have you found me a picture of yourself before youi With brows still bored thought Orcutt opened drawer of the desk by which he sat and handed out a pasteboard box, “A boxful, I ran across them in the atoreroom Wednesday while look- Ing for a mechanical toy Vance want- ed and thought wan there, The other George likes to pose before the cam- ern, I don't, Tie usual consistent difference, “Does Mrs. Ore’ have these photographs?” “No,” he returned drily, “She anid there was no her husband in the hous Ls 4 absently, “Then she couldn't have known thexsn were in the storeroom?” “No, of course, She has ordered them destroyed; and Jackson—T am sure It was Jackson—has saved them. He has been in the family a long while and has the old retainers de- votion to even a black sheep. ‘Then he seems to have a mania for ticket- ing things, That storeroom 1s quite a wonder tn its way; no confuston, no careless dropping of things any- where and everywhere, Everything shelved and labelled lke an theeary'’s shop. Underwood reached for a small leather bag he had with him "I shall take’ these with me," #atd he, depositing them. “I want you to eo right away and aft for your ple- ture. Have an exact profile, left face view, cabinet size. Come to me when vou ket the proofs, don't walt for the finishing process.” reutt turned upon him quickly, “What te tt?" you found a key te “How could that be?" other. “For a month you've been after « he demanded, "Hav our cryptogram ? chuckled the picture; you've had me search thoae rooms over ther head ached with looking Mrs. Lorme, iL our friends vbady."* "And y returned the allenis ekiing., "You were infor nesch case that Mra, Oreutt had heen before you and had obtained the likene when thera was ny And each tir on the p! that she desired to have it for her ton, Bhe tnformed: you that It was S AND x LE “MAN-MADE RULES” By drawn with le- fear ; | This Book on the Stands Will Cost You $1.28 1e Tho Maravene 8 to destroy them, Why, please, should doing so Poorly. He ste; she desire George Orcutt’s pictures on the coment floor Gait peters either plea? As long as the scissors and fork thrust behind b | lives it seems folly to entail with the guilty confusion of a ehi ch trouble and humiliation to troy my Presentations, I think Mrs. Oroutt's explanation shows lack of her usual perspicacity, dt doesn't explain—even to you, full, as the wool Is over your eyo Why, bat) in & misdemeanor, “Oh! Her laugh ran, * thought it was Michael 80% out“ Orcutt took the fork from her hands, nar” he enjoined, thrusting it ‘0 the earth. “This ‘is the wa: dig. | Why didn't ask me to thew yout’ he sinled. “Together we might “You don’t like Mra, Orcutt. Underwood?" “Say, rather, I ike you and am safely rosist Mic i indifferent to Mra, Orcutt,” waa the think.” sBaele what jocular reply. “You'd be as wrathy Her eyes, smiling, yet somewhat t I Mked her too well as too little, No pleasing a husband in love, I've = "I was ashamed to. found.” He laughed broadly, gripped #0 many Pg bi eae pt his friend's hand and departed on know anything about—real things.” the worda: “Say nothing to her about He caught har hands In hie hie these photographs or the one you sit brooding expression giving way to for, No—don't ask me why.” boyish excitement . let's cut for the open havo a taste of real things. vv} oon a8 spring opens up let's get a covered wistful, upraised to his. CHAPTER XI. photographer's two hours later, Gail's to voice called from the drawing-room; “Hello! I’m tn here,” N bank and Firelight from biasing loge tiumi {7,0 Ook gurele ite way to the river! nated the circle wherein she sat morning! She occupied a tall, carved chair, aittt: right. She was already dreseed for from a wi mnobile. The dinner and the opera, wearing a gown — GN taal had caught 9 resplendent with turquoise and golden trom the soll ane bed oon rine epangies; from the playing frelight, adorned ng her bare neck and arms. His eyes © '«, " epring—really. passed by the eplendore of her ap- and aot Enow ‘until how that Darel and rested on the elfish beauty hadn't” she of her face. & ‘Where have you been just now?” diamonds, rainbow-hued over. Her eyes raised again, Oiled with Ei she questioned after be was seated. cramped they are till Cee eee eet eee oe tively, you'll be my * it her up to his next.” and encircled ber, “Your wit ts descending,” laughed ered. “Not be ahe. aust “Witt He emiled “I talk mon- wense because { feel serious. You Fi @on't like me when I'm serious.” “I have ply hs ” che Sree nie afraid of the Sees Covert tae ttle Ged Gmiling 5 There See aera her eyes. ane wistfully. more than statement, “Tl ty,” was to realise the infinite dwelling ‘anderiy ups ben Howe Tesvuroes and was in « Gem Would you like ms to take o job as OVS them. park gardener? Wait! I'm only at [0b I Maspey tte ae et ly. ‘The call of work dinning i Caps don’t famenipamy now— De you Peta‘ gug San Sete «he a sean enter oon in the a the ber. He had never quite lost a thrill sions, clerical work, the arta, f doert render that this exquisite being was to warm up to any of them. wits And it-came to him Now, I can't don overalls and weep that she was im his arms, t oot Sostiais Shee ena "tty Sake erat my’ berselt, “We'll go to Mamaroneck tn - Hilo mouth came to bers. abe replied quickly, CYou eam, best ‘They kissed each other, rather eol- pengia, be ent ae Gay.” , then in o clinging, tamaite- “You 't understand, I waat way. work. 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She must Keep him content- pandeees. | Orcutt turned the eold or ed with his life here, was ") ” nation to. herself for studying hie pe aNa{our baad under this,” sala Hishes. | To thie end she sat, Deside ba are Ag im an embroidery work wi ho read to her, She took up horse- eading ith eatentie, FOO foesta back riding #0 that she could accom- hie father, E vi pany him and Vance on their iors ings’ outings, She resumed her music, pe qu, oned playing and singing the ballads and rhe Tockeaee the eecior maid, an ditties that he and Vance liked. 8h¢ upstairs girl, appeared at the door was girlishly eager for instruction, often poring over & book till he laugh: Oty", eteb# came down the hall. “Te 1t @ big hurt or a teeny one?” “Mamma has ” exe Ingly, reprimanded her for “eram- piaiued Vance in meting wants o ming” and took {t from her hands 1. (And I acreamed very foollany.n t was a clear, sunny day. Gall gade “4 was Ta tng ‘convervatory.” she had paded Mrs. Qreurt with & aod af a pair of dmbroldery acissors ani faci od wi e sliver fish fork. Fora halt hour she agee "se oppeen peeaal oat, eae had been busy snipping off dying deft at this, loosening the earth e@round —“{ bandaged your hand once, Mis- the planta in boxes and tubs. She tah George. when your mother was not sure she was doing the work thought It was cut in two, My! but well Her face was flushed with ghe was a seared woman that dayt Jon and anxiety over Just which She ‘most fainted before the doctor should come off and just gor here Aeeply she could safely thrust ~ Vance watched the performanes in the fork. She never thought and questioned eagerly about each about working with flowers—till he move. Gat! kept her eyelids lowered. came. 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