The evening world. Newspaper, September 15, 1915, Page 17

ee eee LEP OTEE TT PPLE TILT IY IL ITI IIIT SOIL IIIS The Rose Garden H The Odd Romance of « Marriage That Preceded « Courtship aperigh, WNh by 1 Lage Commeny ) OTROree OF PRECEDING INeTALMENTS Peete Pyle Bevitewniie “anreiene” te the ltr) Deere 8 te ee eee 6 me Gert onto or strengthened whee 2 a fom ter ome emtormed bow vated Thre © Ie Guesthen 6 unique Poyie, Sine Marragien, euemcnile secktent whieh « tow i deere © eure for him whe duty, To inoue this #be te ie, r r The jeet of eure emo ‘The Merregwns ore “1 if H | CHAPTER (Ouwtinond ) T WAB on @ Friday about that the summons came Phyllis had thought she ex- pected it, but when the call came to her over the iibrary telephone she found herseif as badiy frightened as she had been the first time she went to the Harrington he laid down and called librarian to take her desk. ly, between 1 and 4 the id evening shifts over. re Was some one to take her place. “Mrs. Harrington cannot last cut the night,” came Mr. De Guenther's clear, precise voice over the telephon without preface. “I have arranged with Mr. Johnston. You can go at once. You had better pack a wuit- case for you possibly may not bo able to get back to your boarding So it was to happen now! Phyllis felt, with her substitute in her viace, her own Wraps on, and her feet tak ing her swiftly toward her goal, as if she “Were offering herself to be made a nun, or have a hand or foot cut off, or paying herself away in ome awful, irrevocable fashion, She packed, mechanically, all the pretty things Mrs. De Guenther had given her, and nothing else. She found her- @elf at the door of her room with the locked sult-case in her hand, and not down even @ nail-file of the things belong- (ng to her old self in it. She shook herself together, managed to laugh a Uttle, and returned and put in euch things as she thought she would ro- quire for the night. Then she went. She always remembered that jour- ney as long as she lived; her hands and feet and tongue going on, buy- ing tickets, giving directions—and Ner mind, like @ naughty child, catching at everything as they went, and screaming to be allowed to go back home, back to the dusty, matter-of- course library and the dreary little boarding-house bedroom! CHAPTER VII. fae FY were all waiting for her, in what felt like @ hideously quiet semicircle, in Allan's great dark room. Mrs. Harrington, deadly pale, and giving an impression of keeping herself alive only by force of that wonderful fighting vi- tality of hers, lay almost at length in her wheel-chair, There was @ clergyman in vestments, There were the De Guenthers; Mr. De Guenther only a little more precise than his every day habit was, Mrs, De Guen- ther crying a little, softly and fur- tively. As for Allan Harrington, he lay Just as she had seen him that other time, white and movele: seeming scarcely conscious expect by an ef- fort. Only she noticed a slight con- traction, as of pain, between his brows, “Phyllis has come," panted Mra. Harrington. “Now it will be—all right, You must marry him quickly —quickly, do you hear, Phyllis? Oh, people never will—do—what I want them to"—— “Yes—yes, indeed, dear,” said Phyllis, taking her hands soothim#ly. “We're going to attend to it right away. See, everything Is read It occurred to her that Mrs. Har- rington was not half as correct tn her playing of the part of a dying woman as she would have seen to it that any one else was; also, that things did not seem legal without the wolfhound. Then she was shocked at herself for such irrelevant thoughts. The thing to do was to keep poor Mrs, Harrington quieted. fo she beckoned the clergyman and the De Guenthers nearer, and herself sped the marrying of herself to Allan Harrington. . When you are being married to a Crusader on a tomb, the easiest to knee! by him Phyllis tered this fact in her mind quite blankly, as something which might be of use to remember in future, . The marrying took an un- necessarily long time, it seemed to her. It did not seem as if she were being married at all, Ii all seemed to concern somebody else. When it came to the putting on of the wed- ding ring, she found herself, very Raturally, sliding Allan's relaxed to hold it in its successive , and finally slip it on the wed- ding finger. And somehow having to @o that checked the chilly awe she By Margaret Wid “ Bereedmidoadnhabe ds habe dsh edith demer hed had before of Allan Harrington. | It made her tert « eimply sorry ul were one of her * boys in trouble, And wh she bent pitifully * whe nt and binned one cold cheek, He seemed eo tragieally beipieas more alive, | in some way, #inoe #he had touched bette white yet his bend to @ulde tt. Then, as her) up and the el cheek, however clase shaven, alwi has —the man feel, it de her realize unreasonably that tt was a man @he had married, after all, hot @ #tone image nor & sick child—« live mant With the thought, or rather inetinet, came a owift terror o _ she had done, and « swift impulke to rise, Bhe was half-way risen from her knees when a hand on her shoulder and the clorgyman's Voice in her ear checked ot yet,” he murmured almost in- audibly, “Stay as you are tll—til Mrs, Harrington is wheeled from the room, Vhyllis understood, She remained an she was, her body @ shield before Allan Harrington's eyes, her hand just withdrawing from his @houlder, till she heard the closing of the door, and 4 sigh as of relaxed tension from the three people around her, Then ehe rowe, Allan lay still with closed ey: Ma It seemed to her that he had flushed, {f ever so faintly, at the touch of her lips on his cheek, Bhe jaid his hand on the coverlet with her own roughened, ringed one and followed the others out, into the room wh the dead woman had been taken, leaving him with his attendant, The rest of the evening Phyllis went about in a queer-keyed, almost light-hearted frame of mind, It was only the reaction from the long-ea- pected terror that was over now, but it felt indecorous, It was Just as weil, however. Some one's head had to be kept, The servants were upset, of course, and there were many arrange- ments to be made. She and Mr. De Guenther worked steadily together, telephoning, ordering, gulding, straightening out all the tangles, There never was @ wedding, she thought, where the bride did so much of the work! Sho even remembered to see personally that Allan's Ginner was sent up to him, The servants had doubtless been told to come to her for orders—at any rate, they did, Phyllis had not had much experience in running a house, but a good deal in keeping her head. And that, after all, is the main thing, She had a far- off feeling as if she were hearing some other young woman giving swift, polsed, executive orders, She rather admired her, After dinner the De Guenthers went, and Phyllis Braithwaite, the little Li- berry Teacher who had been living in a hall bedroom on much less money than she needed, found herself alone, sole mistress of the great Harrington house, @ corpa of servants, a husband passive enough to satisfy the most militant suffragette, a check book, @ wistful wolf hound, and $500 cash for current expenses. The last weighed on her mind mora than all the rest put together, “Why, I don't know how to make Current Expenses out of all that!" sho had said to Mr, De Guenther, “It looks to me exactly like about ten montns’ salary! I'm perfectly certain I shall get up in my sleep and try to pay my board ahead with it, so I shan't have it all spent before the ten months ar up! There was a blue bead necklace,” she went on meditatively, “im the Five-and-Ten, that I always wanted to buy. Only I never quite felt I could afford it. Oh, just imagine going to the Five-and-Ten and buying at least five dollars’ worth or things you didn’t need!" “You have great discretionary pow- ers—great discretionary powers, my dear, you will find!" Mr, De Guenther bad sald as he patted her shoulder, Phyllis took it as a compliment at the time. “Discretionary powers” sounded as if he thought she was a quite intel- ligent young person, It did not occur to her till he had gone, and she was alone with her check book, that it meant she had @ good deal of liberty to do as she liked, It seemed to be expected of her to stay. Nobody even suggested a possi- bility of her going home again, even to pack her trunk. Mrs, De Guenther casually volunteered to do that a little after the housekeeper had told her where her rooms were, She had been consulting with the housekeeper for when sho happened to want some pins for something, and asked for hee suit “It's in your rooms," said the housekeeper, “Mrs, Harrington—the late Mrs, Harrington, I should say’ Phyllis stopped Mstening at this point, Who was the present Mrs. Harrington? she wondered before sho thought--and then remembered Why—she was! So thera was no Phyllis Braithwaite any more! Of course not Yet she had al- ways liked the name so—well, a last name Was @ small thing to give up. Into ber mind fitted an in- what seemed ages, ¥ The Evening World Daily M EnPovees GowG To WoRK SWORD PRACTICE THROWING PRACTICING AIR RAIDS LAM PRACTICING THROWING Pol sONQUS GASES congruous, silly story she had heard once at the library, about a girl whose last name was Rose, and whose parents christened her Wild, because the combination appealed to them. And then she married a man named Bull, . . . Meanwhile the house- keeper had been going on. “She had the bedroom and bath opening from the other side of Mr. Allan's day-room ready for you, madam. It's been ready several weeks. “Has it?” sald Phyllis, It was like Mrs. Harrington, that careful plan- ning of even where she should be put. “Is Mr. Harrington in his day-room now?" For some reason she did not at- tempt to give herself, she did not want to see him again just now. Be- sides, it was nearly 11 and time a very tired girl was in bed. She wanted a good night's rest, before she had to get up and be Mrs. Har- rington, with Allan and the check- book and the Current Expenses all tied to her. Some one had laid everything out for her in the bedroom; the filmy new nightgown over a chair, the blue satin mules underneath, her plain toilet things on a dressing table, and over another chair the exquisite ivory crepe negliges with its floating rose ribbons. She took a hasty bath —there was so much hot water that she was quite reconciled for a mo- ment to being a check-booked and wolfhounded Mrs. Harrington—and siid straight into bed without even stopping to braid her loosened, honey- colored hair, It seemed to her that she was barely asleep when there came an urgent knocking at her door, “Yes?” she said sleepily, looking mechanically for her alarm clock as she switched on the light. “What is it, please?” “It's I, Wallis, Mr, Allah's man, Madame,” said a nervous voice, “Mr. Allan's very bad, I've done all the usual things, but nothing seems to quiet him. He hates doctors so, and they make him so wrought up-—please could you come, ma’am? He says as how all of us are all dead—oh, please, Mrs. Harrington! Th panic in the man's “All right," said Phyllis sleeplly, dropping to’ the floor as she spoke With the rapidity that only the alarm- elack-broken know, She snatched the negligee around her, and thrust her feet hastily into the blue satin slip- pers-why, she was actually using her wedding finery! And what an easily upset person that man was! But everybody in the house seemed to have nerves on edge. It was no wonder about Allan—he ted his mother, of course, poor She felt, as she ran fle s the long room that separated a sleeping quarters from her hus- band’s, the same mixture of pity and tmidity that she had felt with him before. Poor boy! Poor, silent, beau- tiful statue, with his one friend gone! She opened the door and entered swiftly into his room. be was not thinking about herself e. Wedn CAVALRY PRACTICE Excuse NE SiR! ian CTICGNG BAYONET ATTACK * | esday. Septem we iS | cRaz 5 5 ) HUT UP 1AM PRACTICING AMBULANCE WORK CTICING WAR NURSE 19 ber 15. by bording hidren'’s « aa . ely After a him, and he recite him to fhe unrolied sid out like # * fhe sieeping to door on A quickly to used to eu dd Dent disturb Mr. Harrington,” onid Phyllis as wtaidiy as if whe had heen giving men servants orders in her slipper feet her tite Me seoms to be sleeping quistiy.” 7 “@ your pardon, Mra. Mar- rington, but you haven't been giving him anything you asked Wallis, “He haan't slept without « break for two hours to my knowledge since I've been here, pot without medicine.” “Not @ thing,” said Phyllis, smiling with satiefaction “He must ha heen sleeping nearly three hours now! 1 read him to sleep, or what amounted have to it, I got his nerves quiet, I think, Please kill anybody that tries to wake him, Wallis” ry good, ma’am,” said Wallies gravely, “And yourself, ma'am I'm going to get some sleep, too,” she said, “Call me if there's anything useful.” She meant “necessary,” but she wanted so much more sleep she never knew the difference. When she got into her room she found that there all 6 was not alone: Tho wistful wolfhound was curled plaintively acrons her bed, which he overlapped, From his nose he seemed to have been Aipping largely into the cup of chocolate somebody had brought to her, and which she had forgotten to drink when she found it, on her first retiring “You aren't a bit high-minded,” at all, only of how she could help Allan, but there must have been some- thing about her of the picture-book angel to the pain- ed man, lying tensely at length in the room's dark- est corner, Her long, dully gold hair, loosening from its tw flew out about her, and her f was sull flushed with sleep. ‘There was a some- thing about her that was vividly alight and alive, perhaps the light in her blue eyes. From what the man had said Phyllis had thought Allan was delirious, but she saw at once that he was only in vere pain, and talking more discon- nectedly, perhaps, than the slow= minded Englishman could follow He did not look like a statue now. His cheeks were burning with evident pain, and his yellow-brown eyes, wide open and dilated to darkness, stared straight out. His hands were clench- ing and unclenching, and his head moved restiessiy from side to side. Every nerve and muscle, she could seo, Was taut, “They're all “Father and moth I—only I'm not dead Oh, God, 1 wish | was That wasn't delirium; it was some- thing like heart-break. Phyllis me 1 closer to him and dropped one of her sleep-warm hands on his cold, clenched one. “Oh, poor boy!" she said, sorry so sorry!" hands tight over both Ais. Some of her strong young vitality must have passed between the helped him, for almost immediately his tenseness relaxed a little, and he Jooked at her. “You—you're not a nurse “They around—like- dead,” he muttered, and Loutse-—and ough to bury. “I'm so he sald. like a ht his attention! ‘That Was a good deal, she felt, She forgot everything about him, except that he ‘Was s0me one to be comforted, and her charge. She sat down on the bed by him, still holding tight to his hands, », indeed,” she said, bending nearer him, her long loose hair falling forward about her resolutely smiling young face. “Don't you remember seeing me? I never was a nurse.” “What—are you?" he asked feebly ‘m--why, th hildrer i me Liberry Teacher,” she answered occurred to her that it woud be bet- ter to talk on brightly at random than to riskespeaking of hig mother to him, as she must if she reminded him of’ their marriage, “1 spend my days in a basement boys get so Intere Culture that they , crap and smash windows.” One of the things which had ald Phyllis to rise from desk assistant to one of the Children’s Room ib: rians was a very sweet and carryin voice—a volce which arrested even child's attention, and held his int est. It held Allan now; merely the sound of It, seemingly. : "Go on—talking,” "he murmured. Phyllis smiled and obeyed metimes the Higher Culture doesn't work,” she “Yesterday one of my imps got hold of a volume of Shaw, and in half an hour his aunt marched in on me and threatened I don't know wha library t ‘taught chilren t t the lawful ruardee Li member now," said Allan. “You are the girl inthe blue dress: The girl r had me marry, L ot "Yes," said Phyllis soothingly, and a little apologetically ne But that—oh, please, it needn't make a bit of difference. It was only so L could see that you were looked after She closed her * | softly, with her lips only. properly, you know. I'll never be in the way, unless you want me to do something for you.” “[ don't as he had b dreadful “On, this ss, and mother dead Allan shrank as if he bad been hurt. “can't stand the glare,” he cried. “Yes, you can for a moment,” she said firmly, “It's better than the ghastly green glow.” It was probably t Harrington had b contradicted since his accident. He said nothing more for a minute, and Phyllis di- rected Wallis to bring a sheet of pink tiesue paper from her suitcase, where she remembered it lay in the folds of some new muslin thing, Under her direction still he wrapped the globes in it and secured tt with string. “There!” she told Allan triumph- antly when Wallis was done. “See, there is no glare now; only a pretty rose colored glow, Better than the green, isn't it?” Allan looked at her again. “You —kind," he said, “Mother sald— you would be kind. Oh, mother— sother!"” m to cover his convulsed face, yuld only turn his head @ little first time Allan aside, “You can go, Wallis,” said Phyllis “Be in the next room." ‘The man stole out and shut the door softly, Phyllis herself toward the window, braiding up her nst silence in the minutes. sald Allan brokenly. come back, plegse?” “Will you Sho returned swiftly, and @at by him as she had before, “Would you inind—holding my wrists again?” he ask 1 feel quieter, somehow, When you do—not #o—lost.”” ‘There was a pathetic boyishness in his tone that the sad, clear lines of his face would never prepare you for. Phyllis took his wrists in her warm, strong hands obediently “Are you in pain, Allan?” she asked, Do you mind if 1 call you Allan? It’s siest way.” smiled at her a little, faintly. It urred her that perhaps tho to novelty of her was taking his mind @ from his own feelings: “No—no p I have for a very long time now. Only this dreadful blackness dragging at my mind, a blackness the light hurts." “Why!" said Phyllis to herself, be- ing on known ground here “why, it's nervous depression! 1 believe cheer- ing-up would help. "t had any aloud; “I've had 1." You?” he suid. “But you seem so —happy “Tsui sald) Phyllis ohyly. . « a of “poor Allan” still, now that there was nothing to do for him, and they were talking together. And he had not answered her question, either; doubt- less ho Wanted her to say “Mr, Al+ lan” or even “Mr, Harrington!" He replied to her thought in the un- eanny way invalids sometimes do. You said) somett t what we eall each he he mur. red t would be foolish of n t at names, Yours 1 Alice, Isn't it? Payills langhed. “Oh, worse than that! whe Hid, "S Was ned out of a pootry book, I believe—Phyilis 1 always conceal the Natasa, He tried uselessly to lite I know,” she said “Phyllis, Thank yo! bo aald woarlly, © © ‘Phyllis, don’t let wo! Talk to met!’ H those of a man in torment. “What shall I talk about?” asked soothingly, cold, grasp. sho keeping the two clutching hands in her warm “Shall I tell you a story? I know @ great many stories by heart, and I will say them for you if you like. It was part of my wor! “Yes,” he said, “Anything.' Phyliis arranged herself more com- fortably on the bed, for it looked as is she had some time to ata: gan the story she knew st, cause her children liked it beat, Kip- ling’ How the Elephant Got His Trunk.” “A long, long time ago, O Best Beloved. . Allan listened, and, she thought, at times paid attention to the words. He almost smiled one or twice, she was nearly sure, She went straight on to another story when the first was done. Never had she worked so hard to keep the interest of any restle: bosom, and Allan ized golden-brown eyes fixed on ying ones. “You must be tired,” he said more connectedly and quietly when she had ended the second story. “Can't you sit up here by me, propped on the pillows? And you need a quilt or something, too.” This from an invalid who had be given nothing to think of this se years back! Phyllis‘'s opinion of Allan went up very much. She had sup- posed he would be very selfish. But she mado herself a bank of pillows, and arranged herself by Allan's side #0 that she could keep fast to his hands without any strain, sometimes as skaters hold, She wrapped a down quilt from the foot of the bed around her mum- my-fashion and went on to her third story, Allan's eyes, as she talked on, grew lows intent—drooped, She felt the relaxation of his hands, She went monotonously on, closing her own eyos—just for a minute, as she fin- ished her story. CHAPTER VIII. ‘VE overslept the alarm!" was Phyillis's first’ thought next morning when she woke. "It must be” Where was she? So tired, so very tired, she remembered being, and tell- ing some one an interminable story fhe held her sleepy eyes wide open by will power, and found that a silent but evidently going clock hu 66 in sight, Six-thirty, Then she hadn't oversiopt tie alaru, But she hadn't set any alarm. And she had been sleeping propped up in a altting position, half on-—why, it was a shoulder, And ashe was rolled tight In a terra-cotta down quilt, She sat up with a jerk—fortu- nately a noiseless one—and turned to kK, Then suddenly sho -emembered all about it, that jumbled, excited, hardworking wi had held change and death and marriage for her, and which she had ended by perching on “poor Allan Harring- ‘a bed and sending him to geep yesterday ton's said Phyllis indignantly, She was too sleepy to do more than shove him over to the back of the bed. “All the beds here are so—full,” she com- plained sleeptly; and crawled inside, and never woke again till nearly afternoon. ‘There was all the grave business to be done, in the days that followed, of taking Mrs, Harrington to a quiet | piace beside her husband, and draw- ing together again the strings of the disorganized household. Phyllis found herself whispering over and over again: “The aweeping up the heart And putting love away We shall not need to use again, Until the Judgment Day.” And with all there was to see after, it was some days before she 6aw Allan again, more than to speak to brightly as she crossed their common gitting room, He did not ask for her, She looked after his comfort faith- fully, and tried to see to it that his man Wallis was all he should be—a task which was almost hopeless, from the fact that Wallis knew much more about his duties than she did, even with Mrs, Harrington's painstakingly detailed notes to help her, Also his attitude to his master was of such untiring patience and worship that 4t made Phyllis feel like a rude out- sider interfering between man and wife, However, Wallis was inclined to ap- Prove of his new mistress, who was not fussy, seemed kind and had given his beloved Mr. Allan nearly three hours of unbroken aleep, Allan had been a little better ever since, Wallis had told Phyllis this. But she was dnclined to think that the betterment was caused by the counter shock of his mother’s death, which had shaken him from his lethargy, and perhaps even given his nerves a better balance, And he in- sisted that the pink paper stay on the electric Hghts, After about a week of this Phillis suddenly remembered that she had not been selfish at all yet. Where was her rose garden—the garden she had married the wolfhound and Allan and the check book for? Where were all the things she had intended to get? ‘The only item she had bought as yet ran, on the charge account ahe hed taken over with the rest, “1 doz, checked dish towels; and Mrs. Clan- cy, the housekeeper's, pressing do- mand was responsible for these, “It's certainly time I was self said Phyllis to the wolfhound, who follow her round unendingly as if she had patches of sunshine in her pocket; glorious patches, fit for a life-sized wolfhound, Perhaps he was grateful because she had ordered him long dally walks. He wagged his tail noW as she spoke, and rubbed him- self curvingly against her, He was a rather affected dog. So Phyllis made herself out a list in a superlatively neat library band: One string of biue pends. One lot of very fluffy summer frocks with flowers on them, One rose garden, banjo and a sound-p sot “Aru One (And Ono a self-teacher, »of room.) ian Nights.” f Stevenson, all but Ever so many Maxfleld Parrish pletures full of Prussian-blue skies A house to put them in, with fireplaces. A lady's sige motor likes me. A plain cat with a tame dispo- sition, car that Could searcely remenul was lo speak lo and really owed “tt reelf to «# fut her hair loosely kreen ader lay in the old attitude, fens and with half closed eyes. A asked, standing m, think you could signa Seigg talked to for @ little while’ - hy em ald Alp ol le even @ little more, * i os Marringt * chain wi mid the name haiti Phyllis wondered if he ‘inlined Raving it. She dropped down im, like a smiling’ touch in the dark room, Me — “Do you mind thelr call P that?” she asked, “It there’ empe ‘thing eime th. 4 could use"— ther made you a present of said, smiling faintly, lo I should mind.” ~ " said Vhyilis chee: i. After all, there was nothing else call her, speaking of her. The sere vants, she knew, generally said “the young madam,” as if her mother-tme law were still alive, “I want to talk to you about things she began, and had to stop to with the wolfhound, who was 224, cee a oo shor » ivan, get down, honey! wish somebody would take a ‘day otf ‘talke me to explain to you that nae Me He De, zee dike - u 8] ly titer any ba 3 kind 2 Gog. Allan?” ~ “Not particularly,” said Alia je ting the dog languidly as he put head in a convenient place Purpose, “Mi bought him, she jot said, because he would look ple- turesque in my sickroom, ‘wanted him to lie at my feet or something. But he never saw it that way; neither- £8: 1, Hates sickrooms. Don't blame This was the longest speech had made yet, and Phyllis learned several things from it that she had only guessed before, One was that the atinosphere of embodied grief and = regret In the house had been Mrd, Harrington's, not Allan's—that he young and natural than she wht, better material sheeting that ar _ n somet © ure on him at times, and that he Himeete not interested in erforts to stage illness correctly, What he really had said when the dog was introduced, she learned. from the attached Wallis, was that he might be a cripple, but he wasn’t going to be part of any confounded tableau. Whereupon his mother had cried for an hour, kissing and ing him in between, and his " had been worse than usual. But hound had stayed outside. © an instant addition to her list. “One bull pup, convenient size, for Allan. i The plain, cat would o1 campaigns; she had made up mind, and @ rather firm young g it was, that she was gol binpgg thoi cameniy in behalf of in listless, — beauti: locked Allan of hers. Unknowingiy, she was beginning to regard him as much her property as the check- book, and rather more so than Wolfhound. | She moved back a &nd recone erself to t had draped as much of is barig would go over her and was bat his tail against her joyfully. “Poor old puppy,” she “T Want to talk over some plans with you, Allan,” sh in Ininedly. the was astonished to oe Allan wince. “Don't!” he sald, “for > —gn's sake! You'll drive me er Phyllis drew back a BitYe tn ntly, but behind the couch saw Wallis making some sort of face that was evidently Intended for a warning. Then he slipped out of the room, as if he wished her to follow soon and be explained to. “Plans’* must be a forbidden subject. Any- how, crossness was a better symptom than apathy! “Very well,” ahe sald bri smiling her old, useful b was mostly about things I wapted to buy for myself, any wa: pers and such. I don't su would interest a man mu “Oh, that sort of thing, Jan relievedly, "I thought you meant things that had to do with me. If you have plans about me, go ahead, for you know I can't do anything to stop you—but for ven's sake don't discuss it with me first!" He spoke carelessly, but the pity of it struck to Phyllis’s heart. It was true, he couldn't stop her. His fool- ish, ‘adoring little desperate mother, tn her anxiety to have her boy taken od care of, had exposed him to @ cruelrisk, Phyllis knew herself to be trustworthy. She knew that she could no more put her own pleasures before her charge's welfare than she could steal nis watch, ter conscience was New England rock, But, oh! suppose Mi De Guenther had chosen some _ at who didn’t care, who would ha taken the money and not have don the work! She shivered at the thought of what Allan had escaped, @nd caught his hand tmpulsively as #he had on that other night of terror, “Oh, Allan Harrington, I wouldmt do anything 1 oughtn't to! 1 it's dreadful, having a stran, wished on you this way, but truly” ; mean to be as good as I can i never in the way or anything! [i you may trust me! Yo don't mind having me round, dy. f (To Be Continued.)