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~~ sterner server meee ns en The —venins World Daily Magazine, Saturday, January 16, (Men Who Fail—X. « xvcteeths ‘1918 | Nett Wea’ Campele Rae The Even Wor THE KING OF ARCADIA} 4 ¢ A New Yorker's Odd Fight to Keep From Winning the Girl of His Heart BY EARL DERR BIGGERS He lot $375,000 ius dive” at 6 sporteaag lode ingwess blow for that sum. Richa 5 Aawistatit manager of Liovds in New 4 fe gh te Hleriga to sew that, Hacrowty, play n f the in There Mihot seers we ot with sey, Reallring that be under coutract to wen tq do ell tn his power is promote the mar. to siisteomi he telegraphs to the office, re. hie commision, 108 "9 Baad ae ice ‘eity tor ¥6,000"%0" rook CHAPTER XVII. (Continnsed.) “A Rotten Bad Fit.” WAS just on the point of going out to the yacht, with an officer,” he sald. “Suppose we three run out alone and talk busi- moss with Martin Wall.” Fifteen minutes later the two Har- ‘rowbys and Minot boarded the yacht ‘which Martin Wall had christened the Lileth. George Harrowby looked -@bout bim with interest. “He's taken very good care of it— Til gay that for him,” he remarked. Martin Wall came suavely forward. “Mr, Wall,” said Minot pleasantly, “allow me to present Mr. George Har- ™ rowby, the owner of the boat on which , Fe vow stand.” “I beg your pardon,” said Wall, without the quiver of an eyelash. +o careless of me, Don't stand, Sentlemen. Have chairs—all of you.” . And he stared George Hurrowby caimly in the eye. . ..“You're flippant this morning,” aid the elder Harrowby. “We'll be repeat what Mr. Minot has told you— 1 own this yacht.” “Indeed?” Mr, Wall's face beamed. W bought it from Wilson, 1 pre- “dust who is Wilson? “Dear, re Mr. Wall smiled. *Can tt be that Wilson was a fraud? « J suggest the police, Mr, Harrowby. L whall glad to testify.” fog Mr Wi George Harrowby feobtoke in, “it may interest you to now that we don’t believe a word of the Wilson story. But it may also interest you to know that I am will- Ing to-let the whole matter drop—oa y brother Allan here borrowed $6,000 from you the other night and gave you as security a bit of paper Quite worthless to any one save himn- ee. Accept my check for $5,000 and * Band him back the paper.” Mr. Wall smiled. He reached into ‘Mis inner coat poo! “With the greatest pleasure,” he ‘watd. Alian Harrowby confided to Minot: “By gad, everything looks lovely @4 George side stepping the title, bait eafe in my pocket. Not a ig in the way!" “It’s almost too good to be true,” Minot, with a very mirthless CHAPTER XVIII. Mr. Minot Goes Through Fire. fe HE Duchess of Lismore elected to give her dinner and dance in Miss Mey- rick’s honor as noar to the - Oright Florida stars as she could. + @u the top floor of the De la Pax was @ private dining room, only partially fegiosed, with a picturesque view of fhe palm dotted courtyard below. ‘A@jacent to this was a sun room With a removable glass roof, and this * the Duchess had ordered transformod + ante a ballroom. There in the open the newest society dances should rise to offend the soft southern aky. While the servants were passing taille on gleaming trays, Minot und “the door to the balcony and ped outside. A white wraith » @itted from the shadows to his side. “Mr, Minot,” said a soft, scarod Uttle voice. “Ah—Miss Meyrick,” he cried. Merciful fate this is, that they met pe the first time since that incident he ramparts in kindly darkness, * ‘Mias Meyrick,” began Minot hur. Pledly, “I'm very glad to have a mo- ment alone with you. I want to @pologize—for last night—I was mad wd did Harrowby a very palpaole wrong, I'm very ashamed of myself as I look back. Can I hope that you » Will—forget—all I sald,” She did not reply, but stood look- Ing down at the palms far below, ». “Can 1 hope that you will forget— and forgive?” Bhe glanced up at him, and her eyes @one in the dusk “Tecan forgive,” she said sottlt. b can’t forget. Mr—Mr, Mino! Yes? “What-—what—is—woman’s greatest wprivilege 7” Something in the tone of her volce gent a cold chill sweeping through Minoi's very soul, He clutched the 1 for support. refit youd anawer,” said the girl, fit would make !t easier for"—— Aunt Mary's generous form ap- ad in the doorway. "Oh, there you are, Cynthia! You are keeping the duchess's dinner walt- behind a moment. him Florida swam in. the asure t.. What had the girl been about he-any? ‘Pulling himeelf together, he went $uaide and learned that he was to take in to dinner a ~'orious blonde brides- i4;° When they were seated, he that Mise Sar Tiewe See face was Ces! 2 e. profusion’ ot % of prec) 7 himself, Glad to sit, thank you, And may I 7° re Jenking out of the way, good M e ynthia Meyrick joined her aunt. knees trembled beneath the table “Jephson — Thacker, J Thacker,” he sald over ani “You haven't asked to eee my id Cynthia Meyrick at Min- as tho guests moved toward the ballroom after dinner. He smiled @ wan smile and wrote ite number five, AY drifted away, The music becam Jouder, rising to the bright stare themselves. The dances that had furnished #0 much bitter conversa- tion at table began to break out, Minot hunted up the balcony and stood gazing miserably down at fairy- land below. There Miss Meyrick found him when the fifth dance was imminent. “Is {t customary for girls to pursue their partners?” she inquired, 6 eaid weakly. “Shall “It’s so—so glorious out here.” He sighed—a sigh of resignation, ‘He turned to her. “You asked me—what is woman's “I'm sorry,” ‘comes WE go in?” FS it—to change her mind?” looked timidly into his (ted she whispered faint! The most miserably happy man in history, he gasp “Cynthia! It's ‘too late—you're to be married to-morrow. Do you mean —you'd call it all of now—at the last minute?” She nodded her head, her eyes on the Frouaé. he moaned, and turned would be all wrong to marry ‘owby,” she said faintly. “Be- cause I've come to—I—oh, Dick, can't you see?” “See? Of course I see!” He olinched his fists. “Cynthia, my dearest”—— Below him stretched six stories of open 8} In his Cay heed he thought of leaping over the rai letting that be his answer, But no—it would disarrange things so—it might even postpone the weddingt “Cynthia,” he groaned, ju can't understand, It mustn't be—I've given my word. Ican't explain, I can never explain, But—Cynthia—Cynthia"—— Back in the shadow the girl preased her hands to her burning cheeks. “A strange love—yours,” she sald. “A love that blows hot and cold.” “Cynthia—that isn’t true—I do love “Please! Please let us—forget.” She stepped Into the moonlight, fine, brave, amiling. “Do we—dance?”" thia!” he cried unhappily, “If you only understood"—— “I think I do, The music has stopped. Harrowby has the next dance—he'd hardly think of looking for mo here.” * She was gone! Minot stood alone on the balcony. He was dazed, blind, trembling. He had refused the girl without whom life could never be worth while! Refused her, to keep the faith! He entered upon the bright acene inside, slipped unnoticed to the ele- vator and, etill dazed, descended to the lobby. He would walk in the moonlight until his senses were res gained. Near the main door of the De la Pax he ran into Henry Trim- mer, Mr. Trimmer had a newspaper is hand, Vhat's the matter with the women nowadays?” he demanded indignant- ot tried in vain to push by him. een what those London Suf- fragettes have done now?" And Trimmer pointed to a headline, “What have they done?” ask “Done? They put dynamite un- der the statue of Lord Nelson in Trafalgar Square and blew it high. It fell over into the Strand’ “Good!” cried Minot wildly. “Good! I hope to hell it smashed the whole been. “I have something to show you,” said Gonzale politely, and removed from his pocket a copy of the Ban Marco Mail, etill damp from the Spencer Meyrick took the paper in his own large, capable hands. glanced casually at the first page, and his face grew somewhat redder than its wont, A huge head line was of London!" And, brushing aside the startled Trimmer, he went out into the night, It was nearly 12 o'clock when Mr, Minot, somewhat calmer of mind, re- turned to the De la Pax, As he stepped into the courtyard he was eurprised to see a crowd gathered before the hotel. Then he noticed that from a second floor window poured smoke and flame and that the town fire department was wildly getting into action, He stopped—his heart almost ceased beating. That was her window! The window to which he had ealled her on that night that seemed so far away—last night! Breathlessly he ran forward. And he ran straight Into a group just descended from tho ballroom. Of that group Cynthia Meyrick was a member, For a moment they stood gazing at each other, Then the girl turned to her aunt. “My wedding dress!" ehe cried. left it lying on my bed, Oh, I can’t ssibly be married to-morrow if that burned!" ‘There was a challenge in that last sentence, whom it was intended did not miss it. Mad with the injustice of life, he swooped down on a fireman strug- giing with a wabbly ladder, Snatch- ing away the ladder, he placed it against the window from which the smoke and flame poured. He ran up it. “Hore! shouted the chief of the fire department, laying angry hands on the ladder's base, “Wot you do- ing? You can’t go in the: 3 “Why the devil can't I? “betlowed ™A2 Minot. “Let go of that ladder!" He plunged into the room, The smoke filled his nostrils ai him. His eyes burned. He corel through the smoky dusk Into another room. His hands met the brass bars of a bed—then closed over something soft and fil: that lay upon tt. He selzed the something close, and hur- ried back into the other room, A fireman at another window sought to turn a stream of water on him. Water—on that gown! He ran across the lawn and stood, @ panting, Imp, battered, ludicrous figure before Cynthia Meyrick, “TT hope it's the right one,” he said, and held out the gown. She took his offering and came very lose to him. CHAPTER XIX. “Please Kill.” ARLY Tuesday mornin, very wide awake gentlemen Aas ieee tennites i in ~- tice 0f wee Ben’ Marco’ Mall “Walt on him, yourself! was Manuel Gonzale, pro) as immaculate as the morn; the other was that broad and breezy gentleman known in his pres- ent incarnation as Mr, Martin Wall. said Mr. Wall, @pproval at an inky that lay before him. the work. If it doe first stroke of luck Eve had in San gasing with evident smelling sheet “It ought to do it will be the © The two descended to*the atreet. Opposite the Hotel de la Pax they ”4 litte Spaniard went on alono and mounted boldly those pretentious steps. he informed the clerk on duty that he eq Must see Mr. Spencer Meyrick at once. For nearly oa bone Gonzale wa: ervously he paced the lobby, consuming one cigarette after another, kept waiting. HARROWBY AN type, Spencer Meyrick read Meyrick 'To-! Polley for Seven Prominent on the page was a@ large jograph, which purported to ve xact Facsimile of the Policy.” gaid Meyrick slowly. Manuel Gonsale shuddered in hor- the young man for For, be ed alas ‘ “You are not exactly conrplimen- tary. However—let us say for the argument—you buy the Mail at once, by the way, empowered to You take charge. You You destroy all make the sal hurry to the copies of to-day'’s lesue ao far peri! give orders to the By 4 ing room to kill this first —good as it ts, A term with newspaper men.” youraclf & newspaper not? The story te killed. An- put in jts place—eay, an elaborate account your daughter's wedding. And in ag changed form te By Paper—goes on "You Senienetibia Httle"———~ be gan Spencer Meyrick. y pleaded Gonzale. Old Meyrick leaped to hin feet, “Very good,” he cried. They set forth. At the counter of the tiny bank Meyrick stood writing his check, Gonzale at his elbow. Sud- denly behind them the screen door a@ wild-eyed man with red. hair rushed in, It was O'Neill. p ‘He counted on that. Sat on our win- lat ten A. M, and screeched, We felt unseay. 11 T hate you!" ahe sald tn a tow Enter the cathird. Be- tone. “I hate you Woke us up. to the offiee, broke do door, and pene what wi "Dog!" f of the putter" — “Save your compliments! Mr. Mey- rick, my partner ia now Office destroying to-day's issue of the Mail, We've already ruined the first- fore. 1 the cut of the policy, and ae the Lord'l let you dieses, Ascent our little eaee-tines employer, if you want Spencer Meyrick stood, considering. “However—I've done you a favo O'Neill went on, (“You can do me o1 Let Manuel off—on one condition.” ‘ame it.” lake him pay us our overdue sal- myself’—degan Meyric ‘allet, He tonsed them at O'Neill, ‘here, you cur”—— Careful,” cried O'Nein, “Or I'll punch you yet"——. He atarted forward, but Gonzale hastily withdrew. O'Neill and the Millionare followed to the street. CHAPTER Xx. High Words at High Noon. N the Harrowby suite the holder of the title, a hand- ome and distingujshed fig- ure, adorned for his wed- ding, walked nervously the father worn carpet. His brother, hastily pressed into service as best man, sat puffing at a cigar with @ persistency which indicated a some- what perturbed state of mind on his own paft. ‘Spencer Meyrick tele- phoned, summoned Allan. The bride- groom obeyed the summons, and presently faced Cynthia and her father. “You—you sent for me?” he asked, coming into the room. “We did,” said Meyrick, rising. He held out @ paper. “Will you please look at that?” . His lordship took the sheet In un- steady hands. He glanced down, Slowly the meaning of the story that met his gaze filtered through his dazed brain, “Martin Wall did this,” he thought to himself, He tried to peak, but could not, Dumbly he stared at Spencer Meyrick, “We want no scene, Harrowby, said the old man wearily. “We mere- ly want to know if there is in ex- istence a policy such as the one men- toned her “There Spencer Meyrick sighed, “That's all v will be no wedding, Harrowby.” “Wha—what!" His lordship faced ir—the guests must “It is—unfortunate, But there will be no wedding.” The old man turned to bis daughter. “Cynthia,” he asked, 7 ave You nothing to say?” Ww trembling, the girl faced his lo ip. “It seems, Allan, that you have regarded our marriage as a business proposition. You have gambled on the atability of the mar- ket. Well, you win, I have changed my mind. This js final. I shall not change it again. il send for Minot.” Harrowby ed. “Mr. Minot The girl's eyes nar- rowed. “And what has Mr. Minot to do with this?” verything. He came down here as the representative of Lloyds. He came down to make sure that you didn't change your mind. He will tell you that I love you"—— A queer expression hovered about Mise Meyrick’s lips. Spencer Meyrick interrupted. “Nonsen he cried, “There ie no need to"”— “One moment.” Cynthia Meyrick's eyes shone strangely, “Send for your brats r, Allan, And—for—Mr, Mino’ He summoned his forces, A strained unhappy allence ensued. Then the two men entered the room together. “Minot—Geory db Lord leyris ered the existence of a certain ah Gonzale took two yellow bills from want to know, There? rowby stepped to the telephones: | waited on the last one. ance policy about which you both know. They have believed that my motive in seeking a marriage was purely mercenary—that my affection for the girl who is—was—to have be- come my wife cannot be sincere, They are wrong—quite wrong. Both of you know that. I've sent for you to help me make them understand—I can- not”— George Harrowby stepped forward, 1 ana eriiied his kindly smile, “My dear young lady,” he said. “I regret that policy very deeply, When I first heard of it 1, too, suspected Allan's motives, But after I talked with him—after I saw you—I was convinced that his affection for you ‘was most sincere, I thought back to the gambling schemes for which the family has been noted—I saw it was the old passion cropping* out anew in Allan—that he was really not to blame —that beyond any question he was Quite devoted to you. Otherwise I'd have done everything in my power to Prerest the wedding, Yes?" Miss Meyrick ‘9 eyes flashed dangerously, “And—your other wit- ness, Allan?” The oul of the other ee aquirmed in egony, This was be omg 4 much! by. You y. “You have unde ‘1 have felt that you were aincerely fond of = Mey! t, replied, should not have done— what [ inva done.” “Then, Mr Minot,” the oR inquired, “you think I would be wrong to give up all plans for the wedding?” “L—I—yei writhed Minot. “And you advise me to marry Lo} Harrowby at once?” Mr. Minot passed his handkerch! over his damp forehead. Had the girl no mercy? “I do,” he answered miserably, Cynthia Meyrick laughed, harsbly, mirthlessly. “Because that’s your business—your mean little business,” ehe said scorn- fully, “lL know at last why you came to San Marco, I understand overy- thing, You had gambled with Lord Harrowby, and you came here to see that you did not lose your money, Well, you've lost! Carry that news back to the concern you work for! In spite of your herolo faent ovat lost! At the tog moment Meyrick changed her Minot gasped, then he viala: “It may interest you to know—and it may intereat Lord Harrowby to recall—that five minutes before he took out this policy he signed an agreement ‘to do everything in his power to bring about the wedding. And he further promised that if the wedding should be called off because ea! phe te taking out of the policy. was subsequent act,” continued Minot. ‘The premium, I fancy, ta forfeited.” “He's got you, Allan,” said George Harrowby, coming forward, “and I for one can't say I'm sorry. You're Polley now— 5 Harrowby went out with his brother. Spencer Mey- rick followed. Minot etood for @ time, not daring to move, Cynthia Meyrick waa at the window; her acornfu) back was not encouraging. Finally she turned, saw Minot and gave a atart of eur- prise. Jh—you're still here?” mthia, now you understand,” he said, "You know why I acted ee I did, You realize my position, I was in @ horrible fix"-——— She looked at him coldly. "Yea," @he said, “I do understand, You were gambling on me. You came down here to defend your employer's gash. Weil, you have succeeded, Is there anything more to be said?’ “Isn't there? On the ramparts of the old fort the other ALLL tsored “Please bad not make yourself any ulous tl ut your loyere money Sat above my happiness. Always, Really, b: eS BY FRANCIS _LYNDE But Minot shook his head.’ “Can't spa time—thank he replied, “I'd notht Minot walked along the dusky corrl- dor with them. “Wo've pad a bit of Po sins mo ord what?" eald bt L London, your te George has sort 0 a a berth for me over there’ “Not @ berth, Allan,” objected George, pressing the button for the elevator. “You're not going to sleep. A job. Might as well begin to talk the Chicago language now, Mr. Minot, I, too, want to t you"— They stepped into the elevator, th door slammed, the oar began to de ascend, Minot stood gazing through the tron scroll work until the blond head of the helplesa Lord Harrowby moved finally out of ight. Then he returned to his room and the time- tables, which seemed such dull un- jy, happy reading. Mr, Jack Paddock appeared to In- 6 dinner with him, @ desiccated chauffeur beside aa name of “Sunbeam.” And the station, gloomy in the automobile, Minot turned ele “ Cynthia Meyrick in t over his shoulder. She hed = ba oye too. % 9 train had stopped a | but was under way again. id brown eyes Minot hurt—saw things that moved bia vid Dita hye nd pulled. jeaped to eet and at the bell cord. “Whi hi am “a tek. The coi In a minute. ‘icr'n'g card cll—write ote for Aunt you'll meet them ia pi ‘tad Mi With great pte Biante Tia t if 1 can,” ipped down the mountain of id in thé course of the "But all good things must end, and I certainly had a good thing, Somehow, I'm not #o gloomy as I you looked rather cheap to-day, with your sanctimonious advice that I marry Harrowby. Aren't you begin- ning to realize your own positioa— the allly childish figure you cut?” “Then you"— “Laat night when you came stag- gering across the lawn to me with this foolish gown in your arme—I told you I hated you. Do you !magine hate you any less now. Wel 4 don't.” Her voloe became tearful. “ hate you! I hate you!” “But some day"—— Bhe turned away from him, for she was sobbing outright now. “I never want to see you again aa ehe cried, “Never! worn by the long fight he had 4, Minot stood ing helplessly at her heaving shoul- ders. “Then—I can only say I'm sorry,” he murmured, “And—goodby.”” ‘He walted. She did not turn toward him. He stumbled out of the room. CHAPTER XX. “Well, Hardly Ever’’— INOT went below and ‘sent M two messages, one to Jeph- son, the other to Thacker, ‘The lobby of the De la Pax was thronged with brillantly attired wedding guests who, mota- phorically, beat thetr breasta in per- plexity over the tidings that had come even as they craned their necks to rd oatch the first glimpse of that dis- tinguished bridal party. The lavishly f decorated parlor that was to have been the scene of the ceremony stood tragically deserted. Minot cast one look at it, and hurried again to his own particular cell. He took a couple of time-tables from his desk, and sat down in a chair facing the window, All over now. Nothing to do but return to the North, as fast as the trains take him. He had won, but he bad also lost. He felt listless, weary, He Jet the time-tables fall to the floor, and sat gasing out at that narrow atreet — thinking — wondering —wish- ing— It was late in the afternoon when the olamor of his telephone recalled him to himself, He leapgd up, and eelzed the receiver, Allan Harrow- by’s voice came over the wire. “Can you run down to the room, Minot?” he inquired. “The last call, old boy.” Minot went. He found both the Harrowbys there, prepared to say goodby to San Marco forever. “Going to New York on the Lady Evelyn,” said George Harrowby, who Was agsressively cheerful, “From there I'm taking Allan to Chicago. Going to have him reading Géorge Ade and talking our language in « week. Lord Harrowby smiled wanly. "Nothing ft but Chicago, drawled. “I wanted to a I went, Minot, old chap. ean thank you for.all you diaet Mon't know how. You stood by me like— ike @ gentleman. And I realize that 1 have no claim on Licyde—it was all my feolt—4f I'd never let Maria Wall have that confounded But what's the use of if-ing? Al my Liye opener thanks, old boy. ‘onsenae,” said Minot, “A dust- ness proposition, solely, from my point of view, There’a no thanks coming to m “It seems to me,” sald George Hare rowby, “that aa the only victor in this pepe ou dom exhibit a wed oe y the way, be og Se ought to be.” “Where are you going, Jack?” Minot asked. Mr. Paddock leaned over confiden- tially. “Did T eay her father was in the business?” he inquired. me a job any time I wanted it. Great on ke then—pretty serio’ now. ba m going out to appl: “I'm glad of It. “Bo am I, Dick. I waa a fool to let her go back like that. Been thinking ft all over—and over—one girl in— how many are there in the world, should you say? The other day I had a chill. It occurred to maybe he'd gone and married the young man abe the pe iS purple necktie Who gi, passes the Methodist eee peat t to the telegraph counter, “She'e tree?” “tt JT admis tt, ‘Won't you give —I adm! fon't you the chance? - tor’s comi A moment later they stood towether the pi of the Sunbeam sta- ried gi “I'm always doing tings of the moment—things ward" —— “I know. You explained that: once. Lee you can also 48 o things on the that you're morning,’ ankour wit! ey “Where's it to this time, jacksonville, And “©, K, in both respects. So it's on. me for Grand Rapids. And say, Dick, the I—er—I want you to know I'd sent that telegram before the accident last night. As a matter of fact, I sent it a wite ood, 4 boy said Minot.’ “I knew this game down here adn't eatisty 1, May I be the first {o wish you" Xyout ‘With @ face like a defeated candidate? I eay, cheer up!, She'll one al feat 4 @yery “Ages Nine yuntit piled .Minot blithely, also ewan in. “It you were thinkipg of announciag tT anal ve to I'm sure. But I potiwry in Hibige ‘out eager arms in your direo- be re it, Jack.” “Well, there's life there's still considerable hope lying loose about the landscape. That's why. don't urge you to take the trafn with bea: mn hour later Mr. Paddock spoke heering words in his friend's far, and dep artea f for the North. And in that etty of moonlight and ro- mance Minot was left (practically) alone. He took n little farewell walk uaint old town, then through that quain' ae jacksonville. take it. With no parlor cars, no sleepers, he would not be likely to ncou' unter upon it any of the startled wedding party bound north. ft did not mat eotaliat 9 left 1 o'clock when hi beam. in you forgotten? on the baloony, iano T itne at your feet, and you te He glanced feverishly at bia wk matt There was need of haste, for this train was made up in San Marco and had had aa yet no chance to be i late, He rushed thi jn aa as tt was being closed ught & dreary little train in th very act of pulling out. Gloomy oll lamps sought vainly to leasen the dour aspect of {tn two coaches. Panting, he entered the rear coach and thi imself and this bag into it. Five secon he and discovered in the op- Cynthia Meyrick, ao- by a very sleepy-eyed fam- iy! “The devil!” said Minot to himeeif. He knew that she would see in this utter ident nothing save a delib- erate act of following. What use to Protest his innocence? He considered moving to another @eat. But such a theatrio act could only increase the embarrassment. Al- his presence had been noted— had given him ao glare, err ee a seek] the girl & I seen this ), prety in passing. as well make the best of it. He wottied himself in his seat. Once again, as on another railroad car, he sougat to keep hie eyes on the land- scape without-the dim landscape with the royal palms waving like grim ghonts in the half light. The train sped on. A most uncomfortable situation! If only it would grow light! It seemed #0 allly to be forced to find the view Berson befo M out the window entrancing while it, was still very dark, Spencer Meyrick went forward to the smoker, Aunt Mary, weary of Ife, slid gently down to alumber. Her unlovely snore filled the dim car. How different thie from the first ride together! The faint nink of the sky grew brighter. Now Minot could yo seo the gray moss hanging to the evergreens, and hero and there a equalid shack where human beings lived and knew nothing of life, And beside him he heard & sound as of @ large body being shaken. Also the sutiurss protest of Aunt Mary at thie inconaiderate treatment, - Aunt Mary triumphed, Her sore reae to shatter the smoky roof, Three times Minot dared to look, and each time wished he hadn't, ‘The whole sky waa rosy now, Somewhere off behind the horizon the good old sun waa rising to go to work for the pans: nner departmont of the coast ratle ron: wen Pgh foams in sitet th a " our maliar_"tren ‘another Soa a » bearing on | k ll ore the, men wh I—I don't g Lg I can't con't know ah : Sslanen in @ minute”—— “Cynthia—you're not ish me because I was in'my place « ae Tee "The day I frst rode ito dnd tsesct copied Gee “Why? “Because I realised that if seme one came in my place I'd have to Away and never see you couldn’t do that. £ had to be you dear girl—don't worry, be al the motor’s too no! Ry rel souie wee ti ma &@ question mark’ round | ere I could hear your vole Thad to be near you even if tp I must break my heart by you to another man, I loved you. Nh torrie crash | Dete- errific. crash interru fully. the chuutfour descended the car to make an ¢! Dolefully he announced the result, ug, Busted right off.” he ‘Say, I'm sorry, I'l) have to back to the garage at Sui and I'm afraid you'll have me ere until Leome pace Ho went slowly ‘down the the two sat fn that ancient car ae midst of sandy deao! eaolation, BSc " Minot orted, *T worwhip Wen on't yout irl eave a strange Uttle ory, 7. wanted fe be crosa with you a Nttle lonyer,” whe said almost fully, “But I can't, T wonds can't? | cried all night at the tno of never ace! ped I erted? “Oke Dick—don't let me change my mind agalii—ever—eyer!" “Only over my dead bedy!" With one accord they looked at that Say paddin ctor wile here