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Copyright, 1906, by Street & Smith.) @twoPsis OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS, 4 se sti team from the time the fur commenced to bat conferees to Ph cite Oe William to go like that. Nor “I learned, among other things, like her to ever have eald that Miss Desha had taken upon her- " CHAPTER XII. (Continaed,) T doubt. And his wife's words —"It's not like Sue to permit bunked, | \ qu o thing even unthinkingty. There's more than that on the girl's had taken exception to; that you Served to strengthen the doubt. Still, he was impotent. He could not un- for a fitting simile, tsi moppe wep, his tace with @ lurid silk nandker- ia s MZ . bi q Y= ( Fecent, srents B3* pee oe bok wg about your identity, I was Py took things on my own hook and Oh went to Cottonton, where I moseyed, Ele mm’ tlentitye hte te condiatly wel. iste etn va have called him back home. 80 I ‘nt HE major commenced to But Ieaid nothing. They were in at the Almighty Himself. A girl wh who"—— Drake searched Frantioal chief, and flumped into a chair. “Well, say, kid, it’s Just plain hell, That's what it is,” ‘Lied for me?” said Garrison very quietly. “That's the word. But I'll etart fly. In the first place there's no I've proved that. I couldn't find Snark—I guess the devil must round considerable. I know Colonel Desha and I learned @ good deal in a putes vay brn) I oats. wee 1 half-sister’s—~ your mother’s — “ was Loring. t cinched it for me, awful stew over your absence, but I never let on, at first, that I had you self the blame of your leaving, say- ing that she had said something vou Your manhood, kid—mind that. ‘2 a thoroughbred, that girl. Now, would have backed her He to the derstand. If his nephew did not wish finish if something hadn't gone and to return, all the advertising in crea- tion could not draw him back. j Yea, his wife was right. There was ti] more on the girl's mind than that. affirmed she had. Still, he could not Dring himself to doubt her. Ho was ! fm @ quandary. It had begun to tell on him, on his wife; even as it had { already told on the girl | And old Col. Desha was likewise breasting a sea of trouble. Waterbury's @eath had brought financial matters -. to @ focus. Honor imperatively de- (. manded that the mortgage be settled ‘with the dead man’s heirs. It was only | due to Sue's desperate financiering that the interest had been met up to the present. That it would be patd next month depended solely on the chance of The Rogue winning the Car- ter Handicap. Things had come to as bad @ pase as that. \ t The colonel frantically bent every | ! And it was not like Sue to act as she effort toward getting the thoroughbred into condition. How he bated himself now for posting his all on the winter books! Now that the great trial was @o near, his deep convictions of tri- mph did not look so wonderful. a There were good horses entered inst The Rogue. Major Calvert's je, for instance, and Speedaway, the wonderful goer owned by that man Drake. Then there were half a dozen others—all from well known stables. There could be no doubt that “clase” would be present in abun- dance at the Carter. And only he had much stake. He had entered jo Hogue in the first flush conse- went on bis winning the last Carter, Sue he must win this. He must. G ting him into condition entailed nse. It must be met. All his hopes, fears were staked on The Rogue. * Money never wi V need of it so great. Fiercely he hugged bis poverty to bis breast, keeping it from his friend the major, en, too, he was greatly worried over Sue. Bhe was not looking well, , He was worried over Garrison's con- tinued absences. He was worried over everything. It was besetting bim from all sides. Worry was causing him to take the limelight from him~- eelf, He awoke to the fact that Bue was in very poor health. If she died—— He never could finish. Taken all in all, it was a very bad time for the two oldest families in Cottonton, Every member was sut- fering silently, stoically; each in @ different way. One striving to con- coal from the other. And it all cen- tred about Garrison. i mind. She is wasting away”—but had gone to prove your manhood, Ki | #0 paramount, the , happened.” Drake used signifi- cantly, “That something was’ that the Major received @ letter—from your father, kid. CMy father?” whispered Garrison, ‘Um-m-m, the very Pee . Written from ‘Frisco—on his dea! d. One of those old timey, stage climax death-bed confessions. As old as the mortgage on the farm business, As I remarked before, some right meaning chap says somewhere something about saying nothing but good of tho dead. I'm not slinging mud, I guess there was a whole lot missing in your father, kid, but he tried to square himself at the finish, the same as we all i I guess, “He wrote to the major, ai had never told his son—yo ide hig real name nor of his mother’s fam- ily. He confessed to changing his name from Dagget to Garrison for the very reasons | said. Remember? He ended by saying he had wronged you; that he knew you would be the major’s heir, and that if you were to’ be found it would be under the name pe dia TREE I zou were still % ry ow about you. ade “There was a whole lot of repen- pence and general misery in the letter. don't like to think of it overmuch. But it knocked Cottonton flatter than stale beer, Honest. I never saw such a time. I'm no good at telling @ yarn, kid. It was something fierce. ere was nothing but knots and knots; all diked up and tangles by the mile. And so I had to step in and straighten things out. And—and so, kid, I told the major everything; every scrap of your history, as far as I knew it. As be hanger pine . loved Now, his daughter until the finish of ¢h on’t tell me icked in, T ald ughter sunt “J ag right, kid. I meant to.” ‘fl Carter, Understand?” “Yes, yes,” murmured Garrison “No,” said Garrison, flatly. “Why?” Dlankly. “And—and th “Because, kid, bel mot going to —did he say, Jimmie? ride Speedaway. You're not going to ly. ride for my stable. You're going to y kid, I only wish I had gide Colonel Desha’s Neer as an uncle like that. I only wish there $0U never rode before, Ride and win, were more folks like those Cottontos That's why.” folks. Say? W! Lo Garrison only stared as Drake ran on, “See here, kid, this race means Say,” he finished, thoughtfully eying everything to the Colonel—everything the white-faced, newly christened in the world. Every cent he has is at Garrison, ‘what have you ever done his honor, his life, his daugh- to be loved like that? They were ter’s happiness. He's proud, cussed crazy for you, Not a word was said p: he'a kept it mum, And about your ition. Not a word. Desha has bucked Tt was all ‘When wili he be back? poverty like a thoroughbred. I got to ‘Where is he?’ ‘Telegraph!’ All one know the facts, picking them up here great bang of joy. And me? and there, and the Major knows, too, ‘Well, I could have had that town for We've got to work in the dark, for pon Ay be And your aunt? She cried, the Colonel would die first if he knew cried when she heard all you had the truth, before he would accept help been through. Oh, I made a great even indirectly. The Rogue must pee agent, kid, And the’ old win; must. But what chance haa he lajor—— Oh, fuss! I can't tell a against the Major's Dixie, my 8: ° yarn achew?" grumbled Drake, stamp- way, and the Morgan hel a ing about at great length and vig- low? And so the Major has acratched orously using the lurid eilk band- his mount, giving out that Dixie has kerchief. developed eczema. William ©. Dagget was silent—the — “Now, the Colonel is ching high And then, one day when things were fatten of great, overwhelmt: joy. and iow for a jockey capable of han- 4 at their worst, when Garrison, uncon } scious of the general misery he had engendered, had completed Speed- shivering. “And—and Miss dling The Rogue. It'll take a good a?” he whispered at length. man. I recommended you. He Yes—Miss Desha,” echoed Drake. doesn't know your identity, for the eway's training for the Sere, yee planting wide his feet and conte Major and I have kept it from him. ; he himself was ready for the his life, a stranger stepped off the Cottonton express and made his way { to the Desha homestead. He knew plating the other's bent head. “Yes, He only thinks you are the Garrison Miss Desha. And why in blazes did who has come back. I have fixed it zou tell her you were married, eh?” up with him that you are to ride his 6 asked, grimly. “Oh, you thought mount, and The Rogue will arrive to- i the, Colones, He was e big, quiet man you were? Oh, yes, And you didn't mor: le immie Drake, : ‘A week later and Drake had re- turned North, He had not said any- TOW, ny it when, you found it wasn't go? ‘The Colonel is a wreck, mental! Oh, yes, of course, And it didn’t mat- and physically; livi I've thing to Garrieon regarding what had ter whether she ate her heart out or agreed to put the finishing touches on called him away, but the latter vague- not? Of course not. Oh, yes, you The Rogue, and he, knowing my abil- polled mi enat ii was another avtempt Wanted to bo clean first, and all’ that. ity and facilities, has permitted me. ed. on the indefatigable turfman's part ferret out the eminent lawyer, Mr. k, And when Drake, on his re- | turn, called Garrison into the club And she might die in the mean time. It's all in my hands—pretty near. You didn’t think she still cared for Now, Red MoGloin is up on the Mor- you? Now, see here, kid, that’s a gan entry—Swallow. Ho used to be lie and you know it, It’s a@ lie. When a stableboy for Waterbury. I guess house, Garrison went white faced, He a girl like Miss Desha goes so far a8 you've heard of him. He's developed tt Speedaway over the big with hope, wa | ver wasted ammunition in myself before a girl who cared for know the re / praumainary skirmishing. He told the me the way Miss Desha cares for you, “But Speed joke first and the story afterward. been Sout! and 3 Major Calvert,” he said tersely. Garrison was silent, looking at him, He tried to read fate in his inscru- eyes; news of some deseription; tried, and failed. He turned away his head. “Tell mb,’ eyed him and slowly e for- ly Garrison —"Bud'—"Kid'—Will- jam G, Dageet,” he said, nodding bie cared too much. I was so unworthy, Some time, kid, when we ain't play. Garrison rose with difoulty, the owen: face. mri ech NC, Dagget? Me? Me? Met” he whispered, his meee Quows forward, his eyes na! tyugt' Gods gimmie! don't with me"—— He sat down tly, covering his quivering face his bands, Drake laid a hand on the heaving ghoulders. “There, there, kid," he emurmured gruffly, as if to a child, “don't and blow up over it, Yes, you're get. The luckiest kid in 6 States, and—and the damnedest. ve raised a muss-pile th in Cottonton. Dagget or no T'm talking straight. You've been selfish, kid. You've only been thinking of yourself; your regenera- lon; your past, your present, your ] Ftthe”'You—you-—you. You’ never thous! home; of the folks you left down you raised, You cleared out scot- left to suffocate with the stink and, say, kid, you let a girl lie fie for you. You did that, heck! who woukin’ die for at ‘and held out his large bloodshot couldn't. I couldn't. Lis! to—— Oh, fuss! Ican’t tell yarn. into a first-class But I want boy. gs in record time, and But see here, kid, I haven't your to #ee you lick the hide off him. The plood. Lown that. But if l ever put fight will lie between you and him. I of the field" —— ay?" cried Garrison, and I professed to love her as you jumping to his feet. “Jimmie—you! leen Col. Desha professed to love Miss Desha, then, It's too great a sacrifice; too great, may I rot—rot, hide, hair and hones! too great. I know how you've longed Now, cuss me out, if you like,” to win the Carter; what it means to Garrison looked up grimly, you; how you have slaved to earn it. “You're right, Jimmie. I should Jimmie-- don't tempt me. have stood my ind and taken my You can’t mean you've scratched he said simply. dose. I should have written her Speedaway!” “Just that, kid,” said Drake grim- ly. “The first scratch in my life it was not selfishness, not cowardice. and the last, Speedaway? Well, she Ca you see? Can't you see? I and I will win again some other tii when I discovered the truth, But—I in, Jimmie, go miserable. How could I everthink ing against a man’s ltfe and a girl’: she would stoop to my level? She so happiness, I'll ecratch for those odd: high; I so horribly low. It was my It's for you, kid—you and the girl. own unworthiness choking me. It Remember, you're carrying her col- was not selfishness, Ji: not eelf- ors, her life. “You'll have a fight—but fight as you never fought before; es you the lurid silk handkerchi Then he i watch kid. Don't shame fot Bes ee cas crheve ahoutter, themi Aart “siiere Geer moon “T understand,” he #aid simply. There what you're made of, Show Red that was silence. Finatly Drake wiped his a former stable boy, no matter what face and cleared his throat. class he ts now, can’t have the lick- “And now, with your lasion, ing of a former master. Show ‘em we'll get down to tacks, Mr, William @ has-been can come back. Show C, Dagget"—— ‘em what Garrison stands for, Show “Don't call me that, Jimmie I'm ‘om your finish, kid—I'll ask no mor not that—yet. I’m Billy Garrison tm- And you'll carry Jimmle Drak til I've won Carter Handicap— hy Oh, fee! I don't tell proved myself clean.” yarn, nohow,”” “Right, kid, And that's what I " In atlence Garrison Eripped Drake's mignty buman wished to speak about. In the first hand. And if over a resolu- place, Major Calvert knows where tion waa welded in you are, Colonel and Miss Desha do a resolution born of love, everything; t. In fact, kid,” added Drake, rub- one that nothing could has ams was born that ot in rigon’s. P=} ing hig chin, “the Major and I have mome! 4 little plot hatched up between us, Bora as the Taare etood 10 i Your identity, if . a8, zou Peek sk tee Ceisaa nal Shes manet 28 itt a Be hie oe eB pha par TERE SG PF The Evenvng World Daily hood ny Senvins them. “Kid, kid,” CHAPTER XIV. 'T WAS April 16. budding life; month of hope; month of spring when all the world is young again; when the heart thaws out after its long winter frigidity, It was the day of the opening of the Pastera racing season; the day of the Carter ter being present, Some member ot the family muat be there to back Bosue in his Pi rh jue, in compan; je Mis end his wife, had gone, mee 4 it anythii like that. Shall I bet tor our” ae eyes strangely. jesttated. iJ “But—but I can't bet against bag «ag It would, not “There are exceptions, dear, low aside she added: that much faith in the name of Geers; who could hardly repress ¥ would find at th rqued etre = e uct track— find the world. She 414 not, All she knew was that Drake, whom she liked for his rough, patent man- hood, had very kindly offered the ser- vices of bis jockey—a jockey whom he fait! ‘Who that jockey was ehe did not know nor overmuch care, A great sorrow had obliterated her recent a er the rou od over fear of ruin, Her mindwas numb. nia For days succecding Drake's state- ment to her that Garrison was not, married she watted for some word jarrison had thought ° eertanr n e was ma: ried. He had explained all that. r forget the joy that had swamped her on hearing it, even as she could never forget the succeeding waiting misery—waiting, waiting, waiting for some word, had been proved honest, Calvert's nephew, prove: more could he ask? Then why hadhe i) Reng myrttent 7 @ could not believe he no lon cared. She could not believe that: rather, dhe would not. his heart by her own, woman's portion—inaction, still wait, walt, wait, eat her heart out, woman's portion. And if he did not come, if he did not write—even in imagination #he could never complete She must live in in hope, in faith, in trust, or not one knew better tl how she had no fee fore’ The conservative element backed Morgan's Swallow. was up,and he was proved clase, into Garrison's niche of fag the popular idol And, as Garrison hed once warned him, he was already beginning to The philosophy of the exercise-boy had changed to the phil- osophy of the idol; the idol who can- not be pulled down. fered, He had gone through part of what Garrison had gone through, but he also had experienced what tho latter's inherent cleanliness hai Temptation had come Red's way; come strong without reservation. Red, with the hunger of the lang-denied, with the unrestricted appelite of the g, intellectually low, bad not discrimin- much the major and £ Bare up on bot, as a@ rule. 4 pay the price. lace on the name of Garri- pretend ii ‘ tend. And he had auf. yelled Drake, rippling shout of the even ridden ee, The Tose, to ay the Desha stable. And here they c starters--thirteon of God and man’s handicref! endurance, skill, nerve, ree and rider trained to ame, the thirteen finished enampiee trainer had watched him carefully, but youth must have its filng, and youth bad flung farther than watch- wisdom reckoned. ed had not gone back, first flush of his the cream ‘had His nerve was just a than it had been; his and hand a little less steady; judgment a little less sound; his initi- ative, daring, a lit And races have b and will be won and lost, when that ie the deciding breath that tipp the scale. But he had no misgivings. not the idol? And foremost of the Swallow, the favorite, confidently smiling, sitting with the conscious ease of the idol who bas carried off the past ye manhood had gon Good horses there were; good and | © were Black Knight and Scapegrace, Rightful and E Bean Eater and Hmet the great sprinter who w with Swallow on the less paramount. won and lost, Hers waa the Still she must Svery offering of horse! three years, All striving y and honor of winning this great sprint handicap, The monetary value was the lessor virtue. Eight thousand dollars for the first home; fifteen hun- dred for the second; five bundred for the third. All atriving to be at least placed within the money—placed for and standing. he not up on Swallow, the favorite? Swallow, with the odds—two to one—on. was to ride The Rogue What did that matter? The Ro¥ was ten to one against. was a fluke horse. < rous—trained for the fg! of his life from muszle to clean-cut boots, These hoofs had been caret for more carefully than the hands ; packed every day in red clay brought all 9 Potomac River. ue and gold of the table, his mouth drawn across lita face like a taut wire, sat hunched high on The Rogue's ni as lean and dangerous as his mount, His seat was recognized instantly, be- fore even bie face could be discerned. rmur, i in it ar nmwung’ out from every foot of in your class. He ‘can't hang’ on. | He turned and looked steadily tate been can never come back. Garrison had been to the do; ear—what down- e there? And if rake had transferred him to Desha, it wae @ caso of good riddance. Drake was famous for his eccentric humor. But he wes a sound judge of horse flesh. No doubt be knew what a mall chance Speedaway had against Swallow, and he had ecratched ad- visedly; playing the Morgan entry malsery. and H “Oh, fuss!” paid in, using never hope to fight again. Cottonton their hidden identity mi rerog: id have fussed about course he would have interviewed Garrison, giving him riding instruc- right by proxy, and Sue, after one eager, whispered word to The Rogue, had assumed ber position in the grand Garrieon wap upstairs tn the jock- eyes quarters of the new paddock slruoture, the lower part of which te reserved for the clerical force, und go she had not seen him. But presently the word that Garrison was to ride flow everywhere, and Sue heard it. to Drake, standing jockey has not andstand eat three people wearing @ blue and gold ribbon—the ‘em Desha colors, Occasionally they were reinforced by a big lated between them and the The latter was Jimmie othere wore “ man called them. Th man, who cireu- was caught up and flung back like yume of sa from the surf-lashed He knew the value of that hail, and how only one year ago his name had been spewed from out those seifsame mouths with venom and He knew his public. raity had been 4 mighty ma © publio—they who live in the ent, not the past. “Cottonton,” as the turf- Sho turned slow! of her elbow, Desha was not there. eating bis heart out back home. The aay react i y @nap! jag Geried wa' paid so much in doctors had forbidden bie ie heart would not etand meant to icteve 40, piled rale, aclignetaity “Oh,” ghe said slowly. “How—how I mean—isn't it queer that apne ghould have the this one copied it, imitation the aincerest istaee Pats heart-- They who swear by 0 have no memory for tho deeds that have been done uniess they vouch fature conquests. The pu aes ont ae, as i Bade (ancy, By RANDALL P sac pian ARRISH RED 0 as fate. Yes, Garrison know it, and That's it, that’s it! Slug speed :, 4 deep down in his heart, though ho her, Oniy a furlong to e, os showed it not, ho gloried in the wel 9 on, Red, come on! come accorded him. He had not Here th been forgotten. dust. Nec! But he had no fatse hopes, fllustons, stretch. His had been the welcome vouchaafed Mor; the veteran who is hopelessly facing the I hia laet fight. They, rhapa, ad- The Rogue. Back and forth, mired his grit, his optimism; admired forth, stormed the rival names, while they pitied. But how many, field was pandemonium. how many, really thought he wi there to win?) How many thought he could win? He knew, and his heart did not quicken nor his pulse increase #0 much as a beat, He was cool, im- Placable, and dangerous as a rattler waiting for the opportune moment for my aake, for your sak to spring. He looked neither to right body's sake, but only nor left. Hoe was 4 impervious, | Game Swallow's ey He was there to win. iat only. Gim over them, The And be would win! Why not? pace-following had told What were the odds of ten to one? of told. What was the opinion, the judgment of man? What was anything com Rored fo what he was Gghting for? The name that had o hat horse what jockey among them #0 much now meant all was backed by what ho wag !f a swirl of dust and bacl th? What impulse, what luted Hades the horses etimul: what overmastering, driv- oe the judges’ stand. ing necessity had they compared with his? And The Rouge knew what was expected of him that day. it was only as Garrigon was pase- ing the grandstand during the pre- liminary reread ae process that his r lap, her head thrown forward; ™! her eyes obliterating space; oa! own. How long he looked eyes he did not know. ‘The major, his wife, Drake—all were shut out. He only saw those eyes. And as he looked he saw that the ! @; understood at fast; understood i. He remembered lifting his cap. ‘That was all. “They're off! Thoy’re off!” That at, magic ory; fingering at the eart, tingling the blood. Signal for © ing. was in surprisingly good condition, but. there were streaks of damp, lumpy track throughout the tong back and home-stretoh. This favored The Rogue; told inet the (ast sprinters Swallow Emetio. r the two-yard gap left by the me @ bunch of four, with The Rogue in the centre. rocketed already!" yelled some de~ isively, never heeded. serrty was t) canton ee there that day; @ sprinter, not @ staye Thore is & lot of luck in a handioap, 9ne to whom wants werk 2 (t w sprinter with « light w a icc oma leche if 2 can get away first, she may never be Only look xa, headed till finish, But it bad ness would been a clear break, aud Swallow had Bla 3 was thinking, tht caught on. many (4 Bhgrrmrae | 4 The pace was heart-breaking; mur- ‘ seen - Do you remember this time derous; ie Sree fi 7a, bea taken @ chance and lost * he asked gravely at when McQioln caught him. Swallow AgOT netaat time T aw yous nee. Stare was jatory to now, But it Emetic could not Beaven (0 live. Tt must be a Why fa it that those who ft ond ‘invariably are given an furlong in thirteen secon Caer oe aered tate Gar for the Aqueduct. A record sent fly- hand across to My! that wae some Smussied her hand netoes -mile in twenty-four , “You.” she exclaimed, oom 1 record wiped out, indolent inflection in Wi at @ pace! "You." That bi ogy os ‘A great cry went up. Could Emetio ff nerienls, oer ro fafinite. hold out? Could she ” ghe Could she do what done before? Swallo gan to blanch. Why, why was Mc Gloin pressing eo hard? Why? why? Bmetic must tire, Must, must, must, Why would MoGloin insist on taking that pace? It was 4 mistake, a mis- ake. The race had twisted bis brain, ‘The Sight for leadership had biased ‘ie judgment. if he was not careful that lean, hungry looking horse, with Garrison up, would awit out from the bunch, srooh, unkili following, end peas Bien to, Tength, a Neht in his eyes. up Sis aisle where the turfman entertaining the and his never rode before, Has wphere's a man, Sue, dear, A man Tt he come back? Look at him. whose friendship is not a thing I told you so. I.told you s condition nor citcumstance, ‘with comes that black fiend across—~ It's always strive to earn, keep it ag I , will strive to be worthy of your love. . I know what it cost Drake to Ce 4 lipped the bunch, skinned a speedaway. I will not, cannot leader's nose, jammed against the rail. pet, We owe everything to @im, look how he's hugging it! Look! dear; everything.” He's hugging McGloin's heels. He’ “know,” said the itt. nodding. waiting, waiting. * * There, “And I, we owe everything to bit. there! Emetioc. See, she’s wet He is sort of revered down home from head to hock, She is, she is! like a_ Messiah, or something Mke She's tiring; tiring fast. * * * See! that. You don’t know those days of * ¢ © Mediloin, MoGloin, McGloin! complete misery and utter ho} - You're riding, boy, riding, Good ness, and what his coming meant, work. Snappy work, You've got acemed like a great big sun Emetic dead to rights. You were all through @ eyclone. right in following her pace, J knew derstands that the you were. I knew she would tire. will be, a very bt Only two furlongs--—- What? What's Cottonton’s heart that? ® Garrison? That plug we all have told him o' Rogue? * h, Hed, Red * * He's coming down home with es beat him! bluff, He's not now—with you." * ¢ ¢ Beat him, Red, beat him! her great pyem His hand weat eut Don't let a has-been put it all over to, meet hers. you! * * * Ride, you cripple, ride! “You,” whispered the girl agai, What? Can't you shake him THE END, of? ¢ ¢ © Slug, him! * © & Watch out! He's byiag for the rail, Crowd him, crowd bim! * * ¢ What's the matter with you? * ¢ ©& Where's your nerve? You can't shake him off! Beat him down the stretch! He's fresh. He wasn't the fool to follow pace, lke * ¢ © What's the matter with you? Ho's crowding you-look out, there! Jam him! ¢¢ © Ho's pushing you hard. * © © Neck and neck, you fo: at biack fiend can't be stopped. * * Use the whip! Red, use the whip! It's @) you've jeft, Slug ber, alug bert GOING AWAY FOR SUMMER? Remember The & ning World prints each a complete up-to-date no’ week's reading! Have The Eve ning World sent to your