The evening world. Newspaper, March 22, 1916, Page 15

A tue 0 eee eraenenemehemene semana ued World Daily Magazine, e Looking for Spring «tek. By Maurice Ketten 22° 1976 Did You Ever Hear of Any One # Telegraphing With a Fan? he Spring Lady) PRARA RANI eee ———— — Brecht Pulver The Romance of a New York Girl (i |{TMAVEA DATE MAY BE SHE 1S ee EE de A Woman of Mystery Causes Queer i Who Made a Strange Experiment. | MINE Vou eee / CSNow BOUND (/ COGN ft a’ Complications That Way in For SPRING, 7° © By Mary ‘Dead Man "s “Rock ; By Quiller-Couch,. Next Week’s Complete Novel in The Evening World : DEAD MAN'S ROCK" inade the single touch of distinction ed gone off much. J always ir. I wonder—ought I to t wheat or that bit of | WSIS OF PRECED put in the black tulle?” | Cynthia gave her opinion, In a famous in its own way t minute she was involved in a thou- | Treasure Islard,” and (for the same reason) it has a charm { sand intricacies of hooking up the | and a gripping power that can never dis. {i Pit ehitran attd bend that lent decors It is mighty well worth your reading —or re-readirg | wneanlment to Mrs, Stans il ‘ _ w | Cynthia’a face against the doorway, Herself, long, lovely, faintly curving if CHAPTER 1) pa the turn of her head linen—who would jook in. the elite ; Concinued,) Sometiies 1 think I'm foolish too | an A timid moon had broken through sheath muslin like @ half 1 v1 51 astane io of purple clouds, anc ht furled e: ; From Her Journal. there—under the circumstances, But | WATCHFUL @ scurry of purple clouds, and a nig n x of course she is cheap—and_ she'd esneis wind, restless as quicksilver, blew yh, ri orsht 1 TOLD her my wants and we hardly dara raise her price. I sup- SHE MAY re FS RALSE SHE Is WAITING FoR. down the valley, in Martha Anpers ta tney arian came to terms directly, pose Paul Richtor will come to-night. SLIPPED ON HAI Say ugit'a bad for you,” the girl sald, sho felt no pang of jealousy at her mai te sand sew ‘Tho only man, as usual, in a dress ICE ANO BROKEN ‘ ~ — you ought to stay indoors by the little son's adoration of bin “pitty ° 4 Se eee oe suit. Dear mo, to think of there be- HER LEGS — Pr ae Keen nights, The daye @Fe judy; she watched with sympathy three days next week—and jig only one dress suit in the whole all right when the sun‘a bright and the ‘tittle fingers. weaving. in the bring her baby, by warm—but it's always sharp in the bright hair, was glad when he put up He stood at my chair solemn as @ = “Paul has a visitor, Perhaps he spring with the sun goes down’ - bis bud of a mouth for a kiss. i é ie bi will wear one,” comforted Cynthia, verything seems to be bad for "When Ritu hewmet that he mreht jo tisy owl, in his litle blue rompers, Will Wear one eo ite ehe doesn't mo—thut one really wants to do," ho with her she aamented sindiy, aed ate while we talked, look like the Kind. [ suppose Miss boc ti lag ht re ie wal wal Watched them go down the winding ; “Aren't you solng to tell me your Ashe will be ther 1 she say any- said a ‘ant to get + S28 pond as long av she could see them \ name?” I asked, beginning with the thing yesterday ; | “L'don't know," he said doubtfully; Something she had heard in the vil uaial original question, Past ot Aetated eaa Ro de | “*t do--if the route isn’t too stiff.” jute, mace, hen frowa--but after a { *Dot no name,” he euld gravely ontguite likely #he W 1 wish | pe aie Oho care or ee there—the ‘The place where they stopped ts “Why, dear—your name's —yhe's a very distinguished-looking aia sion > Want YOU rest was such a placd av Corot would Roddie,” his mother satd quickly. girl, If we knew more about her have loved to paint--a sudden brea “Dot no name,” ho repeated firmly Pf iets at pA Felt) hat de in the woodand, where in the lush undergrowth spring bubbled u He was silent a moment, ldoking up hela mnarey and settle down | at the silver and purple of the aicy. je'd marry and se , then he added, “I'se a jub-baby.” here. Amy Richter was my_ best - effort.” he said Huletiaee eyworth the and spread In a little pool that. lo ~“You surely are,” T laughed, “a friend—and some nice girl would keep ay happens that there's no one to caro,” tet in w rich clump of vivid skuni¢ ! sweet, lovely baby him hero—— Has sald anything = BAA-BAA- ,, es one and ee ir : ty "4 2% yy about Paul to you a Hi } It was the faintest exclamation, TWO trees stood out frog all ‘A lub-baby,” he repeated firmly nly that eho thought him quite WHERE 1S \ quickly checked. Ho turned to her Pest —young bee ‘aceful limbed “Ain't dot no pop. Boys call !t.” OM" — Bravely poised like dancing close by th 4 Lcouldn’t grasp tt for a Httle. nat-who knows?-it may be the THE Poor THING Hoey Cynthia,” he sald, “Td ike to ask Httle spring, A fallen low lay ne } “What does he mean?” I asked. beginning! used to think it might may Be FROZEN you something It may sound ridicu- hale-lot in Fen aved creas ¥ " be you and Haul” r EATH jous, but it means a great deal to me. ere were violete and (hick mosses, His mother’s anguished face should e308 Wr aughed Cynthla, “what bid In the absence of iny imaginary ‘next lke patches of emerald plush. have told ma She answered tn a low, trembling roice, “The boys aren't kind to ‘They tease him and call him names—- “4 made you think so” Mrs, Stanford turned and faced her ow dignity | of kin’ would It bean imposition to ‘The ehfld ran ahead laughing and x ask you to take a friendly interest in crowing. The soft quiet of the little \ me—a sort of—oh, well, A ttle make- spot was auddeniy broken. A fiery | | | | 4 ree fate ‘ believe selicitude to hearten me up beast, te fat brown tall reared, leaped a ] hing a € - i * a . De I—I don't know what to do—but it re nora laught bee PP gio and boost me over the rough spots, clumsily away from its nibbling at ten't his fault,” she cried passion. this t aie Wane eanat as it were—to prop omy spineless, the log; a tiny sn like a thre ately. i ; er tn 5 Boeke a “at | Jelly-fish temperament.” nee down silently u ‘How dare they?" I ened. “Why ieast of all a 8 le girl, She put up her hand quiokly. no ake umbrellas should they—a ¢ cunning thing feel hon if Paw Yet | | "Oh" she said, “but it won't be Ichuck," the eltid i ike gaat — fe mes TL wasn't ja ¢ honor, inako bellev o feel Interested, fT ban wee Where h hip Guess you dtdn't under- faitered Cynthia, ver so much so." . af stand,” she said brokenly, “you didn't Mrs. Stanford did not reply, |e smiled a litte sacty, She wan sarling—and we i get my name right, maybe. I'm Miss 1 er bedre jinother tire: so quick; #0 ready. Too quick; too fi t thing nway, Pe Martha Bruce.” woman walted « lady. ready. He didn't lack friends. Fate Wa @ae. Atrald ce tee” Bue Bho looked like a woman crucified, Little Magwse Burrow 4 | CHOKE Wonit Ga eel hapa he was afrald —o ro muh a I caught my br quickly, froin the cormmagylace un distinction | MGAteae Bud a tramps, ii “Well, ‘het, Missy Martha Hruce,” of > pop ‘dors Rurrows kitchen nets mitihered the woft little body to 1 said, ha dear, lovely little 1 puffed and tugged, scarlet. salt ne her eagerly. t: boys be proud of: iy us H at the lacings > ‘On, tt Cn ike youn? ait wee eL ao gg ig <M } should 6 be ud of ser the [ron anthc-ther ‘mar ; wo sat cheek to cheek like a hama | Went Shes a mother Uke ony other Harmon | WZ ai SPRING Miss pee enere ie no ‘nearest and deyad and her non at play, that a mat } But ehe caught my hand tn both of | & ee, BEGIN a he sald, “it's high time you Stepped out from the shelter of the 4 hers, laid with =u G SPRING I he stooped and kissed (ers and saw them, ' “And you want me to come?" sho ner | = oee’ MARCH STYLE , stooped and kissed “rs "way Mr. Henry Van Vorden, late 4; “some folk: ' t wh h 2 | yand he had taken. 7 sald good of New York, on his way to 4 rambl, f {PN eas fe le hd ab} Fe | NN 20 1916 | Right then, and she watoled him for {a the hills,” . erenel ; weenie ae ‘ ; a little as he went down tho road. Ag fe } a AUR eile os nas get to} |" THe FLOWERS Sule Ba 9 | Afterward, when she had finished pA yea Worden ae Wnistlin or ine Wil ¥ AL BR Adah L person ft ‘ Bu Bas ' ministering to Mrs, Stanford, she sat Coteying a handful of violets. The Wht THAT = Gest j for alee F dresser In her Gowera fell ont of hin hand unnoticed: The littio thing nodded his head, IN THE ING |p ha had the white the whistle died in| mid-air as ; “Kies the kind lady, dearest,” his TRA LA LA a na Latins and coer, WacoHed: HM mother whispered. ress nn’ arma and neck, : a mist about her ‘Then the hamadryad saw him. He anns slipped from the child's body “1; the window omm and be stood up a@ileatly, the color ut she was not sone from her face, ood lord—Iit ts you—the lost Laumplight — gild her hair, found—the missing Princess Rit d softly the pure Hines of her he took off his cloth cap with a sweep, and ms Her Httle mirror then as he saw that she could not her brown fe put his little arms around my ; i neck and pressed his soft little moutl against my cheek. T don’t nt chat a child has eve 1 mo be tore, I wanted to ke min mM: arme—td take hiin with me, thin mething hungry int yeart was fed when he kissed ie, room was to the april night ‘Are you @ physician?” cut in “Mine is Cyn she said dance, It will be over my dead ~the leading Politician in the frock ¢ Teuney Who asked your advice? simply, body Shall we march? En avant! Of couse I'm going, old man—l tt sounds like @ i “Dar to the cabaret!" tou wouk t hey got up and found places in e!" erled the girl “we never iss it, n going to be as like not on a mu ce in Sweethills, That's for the My eyes were wet with tears when pdt #** bucviicaliy gay as any of the others, Ho looked at her gravely Kod the unss ome of Us, the akelike straggling line of Mlred, beckoned; it whispered, “look speak: “Aren't you going to see me } left—and yet I'm not the crying ATMA A Lie Besides, ‘there's a reason,’ " ar ck to his eariier 4 would 1 she added jy wry forming down the ro at me; weo what T tell you; it 19 true to sit down? ' ; wold Mag f sged and swung back was worthy y You are lovely, Lovely Ho came over to an oak stump and kind. : rugged and swung back to rthy fi In a few minutes, at a tierce bray ¥° ek i “Bay by-by, during.” the poor little cite we i of You ty Cynthia? I'd ike to of the cornet, Mra. Harmon and Mr t Cynthha ald pk ut herself. dusted the old cobwe mother sald © I left Wave to i her As y approached the v e med, t Know t ) you,” he said under his breath essey started their series of cara. gaze was nse _inwa her sat down with @ er show of non the ‘Spring 1 We « ye: Nan activity was evid to be visit hin " “Then why, may [a inquired coles and evolutions and fol. Mouth tender, half-smiling at some chalance, bu round here, . ' Veople ere fic in lke bees well, 1 went to school ad, © the two nin the lowers wove doctlely after them, Temembered thing. After a little she watching her, Lifters 1 P A + Eee ei 4 ; ent over to her window and stobd, Lt took her a minute to fight off the apologetical yo tve. ‘The v 1 cloak om ; colored uniforms beginning ‘Tur ter tlme Van Vorden found Wen | 6 fa the eprin instead of su i a dingy paint vo al felt that my education co tinkle on the plano and horn” hin separated from tho slim | A few lights stil shone from Sweet- shock; then, a little pale, breathle id moat vinitors de 1 marry he wraps and d someting. 1 know what now They furntsh the music for the white-clad girl only to be feunited ills’ homes. One of them, low-lying with a pretense of case like his ow 5 The Spring Lady. Ita a protty nustn’t talk about suet pred helter-sketer, and # 1 went to V« in the bread ind march, It will begin ina min- after some brief curve or parabola of through the trees, held her eyes long. she bade the child run and play and And I'm much obiiged to Sweethilis, * ‘ ant nice for Nt Sons in the act of piling more. Th butter stage. Nothing but boys—a and last for halfan hour. Mrs. the figure, It shona from the windows of Paul took her t again, and yet-—I'm Sweethills n B rea ti i a Wis un atmosphere of exciteme ss * DEUe sh way KrOW up. 10n has arranged for very elab- at last it was done, an experience Richter's holies, ; ‘ar above it Abs Where shall we begin?" invited oan be cruel wh: i "This poor I Led Vs bay n, flushed faces, moist hair vi think’ . figures, It's @ walking dance, a: once novel and moving the could, “gs the ght Light In the Spring Heiney, taking the reins in his hande r tragedy iS ~ HE seng ard daimp shoe leather as the tWo wearseine in you know, which different and man. lady # house seat Re he Shall we discuss the city—and ou {t's a crooked old world Tk OW some ! nink aor young men, in. perfect made paired aft , more proper than a dancing 4) ‘Ly jove—this is the neatest Little Abd wate trast one, en the special reasons for being out of It—or na thing be a tragedy that Mase ‘ewdly, “somebody t way to the entran i “Mrs, Harmon—the plump party in novelty. I've ever encountered—tt other. i wha ignore the personal and cling ends in a lovely little child lke that? ves & hig Neown HOURS, A knot of gaily dres tly pink with. the signs of the zudiac beuta the tea-dance every time, Shall | Presently she ame back to her post to the general, interesting ourselves Lo Mo maiter what goes bef luke M Squeers's maid, Maggie goonted ladies stood orway. know it. That Coed in bende all ‘over her?" wo return to our place by the con be fore the dress But the amilo Was the fauna and flora that confronts If he were mine I shouldn't mind }/i8 not ano ae flattery, Bre. Ono of thom det elf at 18 88 vile She turned he Lund looked at servatory? Stay, it is occupied gone from her lips; tho warinth frou , aaythine. a i * Ploy ingatied | err hand g I with widens hin 1, KPAVely, Tepronchfully ready by the youth with the Ror chuelk, ar ay emaen vas util Aghting for contro 5 T wish T had had a ch vurst the gentlemen ou! ui . loptived by the inck of ation was n and his young lady, Can't Wo G0 ovis and was very still i Shamwaalivera ae Oe ante If I believed in ghosta I should Senentiad Moreh aus oa by th \ No one has whare alae? CEH s+ to. now really 8 8 thoug! ‘ hiv a r ti ; oe sich nOn- 1 ara hhh to be kind.” . they could go into tl ng Wor was Digger, re re he, oie aernoos ; i ann Oy qubt 1€ T cou Sind," he echo “LE thought tt sain Gnd laein at te ¥ CHAPTER X11. “Big enough to run away and day, too. chter'll his 88 one r Wir if « ing room an Kat ‘was up th 1 rond SHAE eter is sei eye it of fashton—to be kind’ ylay of faney work produced by the in, Rita?" asked Heiney gravely, “l'n meron. coming: ip ne wl road uit, nu son’ a badly," she ‘ te Cat Wind belb Gow Clube Becaay Guatilien isimediatalsy Public Morals. told on the best of authority that i e in age ngod, laughing? “witha litt, c ¢ qualified tr i Lbs +n snd “pike It's a funny old caravan loaded aid the march Vout Ue exper Wh i a} she reproved him as @ needlework expert and in the NE valley was awake now, seldom proves to be, Doesn't it say y he ma T hat Td like raha Ie tn Beienou a 4 1 exhibition in the Bible--or is It the almanac- with mailbags and odds and ends of dress, you k - know, though, is why you cam ing to ‘some of ua/" privacy of the varicolored a The last torpors of the - * rs iugea, I've never paid any special — She raised her full arms, br c : ae? night es FW COD: te ng. “You'ro right.” he discoursed learnedly on reticelll and inleR WARE ESCA: tha’ laee sure your sins will flnd you out’? attention to it. way to the should . 1t might interes i ted, &@ regular curmudgeon, drawn-work, as well as various ot shill sq But you!" Her face was pale ; But to-day—of course It cowidn't dreamily r reflection 1 waa driving up to Ponte co mice a regular little beast, Perhaps “ships and shoes and sealing-wax ok released, “How did youyou didn't know—ne have been any one [ know—it's utter a lower neck than I've Gay L iabaaa 4 She On Dhurke ch me—about being ki must meet some of the bw-crust melted, Body sent you? Why are you } nonsense to thinic it se On th the i sald Cynthia firmly, “or lin the Sprin Aye) RArGOD (DO auntie ene ae aes i “ible low," sid Magee A an solemnly, #itl wan in t Mgr ouacin oked at him consideringly ait be hated all my Ufo. And #ue crocuses spangled her lawn like the tha my career VR ‘an impressive bow the kitchen,’ you know, ‘hanging out I don't believe you're as bad as led him forth and forced bin ou sequins o ewe - uu Rient CHAPTER X. s not really low, Magic Ce Te el coms ton), (He SlebhOalnahia. ae inte aioe you sound, TL thinkIt's just @ way her presence for the next hour agditetm root able ny eee minus rein A Social Function. you don't understand. suen. thir Vorden, We're to have the 1, shaking out a rug to sound clever.” He accepted It philosophically; inak The round daffodil ved that had — She smiled Sa some places 1 wouldn't be low Mt ee aa 5; it’ pootic, sit? Tt rogressing at an ularming ing himself impressive for a number been nicknamed "Ann Ford's wedding thought 1 was lost to the world t gN & certain night in April, But Bwestiille 1h olosraascned: Tm on the looked like ¢ rst row abusing m ready. of delighted village dhatsels WAC At ine wag bursting Into gold. dead to It—to eve 1 ere DOAred or dure sho’ ¢ ; ad a fect o'd be here lah ih e@ . 7 © close o 6 even though he ; ( ee rene 4 ye perks ss) matter how fine {t nd shoul- 7 had a feollng who'd bo here to-night Prot SAN RECNO GOT se tod Se eee ig lett, Le There came a morning shortly when “For a dead woman you 00k re second-story regions of it) he hy 1 came ou wo erious and admit had a mero th : 00 ita's soul cried 1 markably thriving, Princess. [1 J Sweethills a generous and = Mrs, Floy shrugged hers expres- tnt is, , He flicked an imax! » from tt. 1 uldn't be aurprised if you'rn captured Cynthia in the oloak-room. | NUS Aol Orie QUt ameinas Ban he ¢ toge—though, if 1 rec a gor nwonted tilumination, like sively, : hay ’ the knee one imp «really, the Kindest-hearted person | Tin going o ik ou oF hfulne PRSyc TRtrcur aeiicas lngarnetieu u aie verges “I Know—like etg-ret pichers." satd ait stupid. Not a bit like Now York ler then looked at ( 1 0," . ered he wight: Jes 1 “I'm going out—far, far, ‘over the would have given up eh a low-flung, new-born conste pe Bi Mapes 1 have auch & pore chook, But she spoke uncimbat Horrors!" ered Heiney; “you'll be ou ought to gs “you dilly and far away." you'd have worn ‘em,’ or @ transported Pruadway adver- frowned Mrs. t russedly asking me to go calling for the mis a a ant 4 i “What a going ow?" st . aa I've ‘goin We heard all of the gossip about t coal soup fund or give away my Vorden, any ye ing Bec aut Of tho old house, § spoke to herself Tt was occasioned by the lamps of NBO ie hack" you. I hope you're going to get better «ijl pickle recipe, I assure you | BOW" —— : ‘ te wane haroheaded 4nd tless, 1 i pap Nweethills, burning at what Was “Migme exclaimed properly it's a be to get very, very well here.” She hiv 4 shred of heart; I'm consid at'y what Richter thought, He without breakfast and h ; > nable retiring hour, “I bet Mr. Richter'y comp'ny'l! nothing di Land + 8 eyes, her own 1a regular snow image. Why is Wanted to put ma to bed, T'll go tor of Seraphy Bassett, who pursu 1 T hope ee rod there - : another Fe of sweet maternal ude that sent ey ly beginning: to heand up?” morrow if you'll come up and read to to the gute with a pair of overshoes, pee ee ee but what on this night was a period irr too vt make any differ: He saw only one figure far down a sudden tingling t his vein The march is to begin; Mrs. Hare me. But to-night—n “and prophecies of death « devoted to feminine- and in 80M enoe—ho's so very homely.” the room 4 lump to his throat, Ho had a mud- ron w ud, She is going to ee- Sho continued to object, He really | She had never wandered in the hills vases masc beautitying prelim: — ‘But maw heard yestiddy 1 he stood alone by a of «en, boyish desire to creep « ject har Gaetan ane he should not, aud there was Mra. Stan- alone, but this morning her feet ke &e—'R never sa al urely social Tich, Owns three automoh nts—a white-clad girl with a face for comfort to the womunliness of | F ‘ it , ford, too He swallowed Mrs ‘ hor straight to the bighe Biting plac mad inary to Le { eto Yo i flower. } r fs use of 1M Geanford willingly: he even put on ext one She filed her lunge with © stopped sudde fon tho village know. This wis e side the r aa eotion-['m going ‘her rubbers, kneeling on the floor on sweet hill alr=and w back pression on his face fe annua Ls Hyoning ond there. ing 1 a sud or you—-lf you'lh lot me, it nie ima wead to the sunshine. And she BY, sudden th : t Banquet of tlh wer Fancy “Mra, Ft jown her « if 5 wig x Murder mos § dun On the way ur were silent noed as she had never known sie e Tene Boe AS reece aati v vif it's true, | Fol : — ey thy? you don't wind my it let you know!" she sud eis an ord e monolome wank | MSE AS ng POM ies 1} bod thie fuale-or practically all : swung slowly CHAPTER XI. it bet w dollar dozens of ‘ mM guthe’? o phe evening. ol 6 Ae oN FORINS, BFOUNG Vingeolr Bivens In one case only, at, around and stared at heraelt the : ; all you that vale anout Tt ‘ aiting for subtle introduction to the social divia- f through the hushed vigil times. A feminine toile en ha This ss. “If it ud J A Misunderstanding. M ene an Rg he abou ee ning. Wa i APa erp ye ins aniee knew perhi wes Cynthia Field's, who had burs bought — this E have not been imir ny” Gnenee Te (etn cin tain Epring Her rei t that sho had left a very Spring Lady broke dress that Phey Aine anid tieine 1¥ BB Maticakone ‘ She's the ‘ { young m t the door as th her shelve sung} ® Stant nto bee York, _ very few Tunas t for the " > them gi Heiney's and the greent lg ‘i Lie A “ fashion, I'm ia said a ered were aingue Bach new adventure brought Keema. Marke shor came woking te Mrs. ways a 1d em aciala r ering 4 eyes Rew strength, greater endurance of Tather pinehed hin yose-in a dress sie] mado for sinile yer an H y to tell? a n ortly, Cynthia,’ she Wind and muacie: ont again ae herself, of mi and it tow u P i onlaat det ‘ ‘ ou're right—tt's t f asse nd wha pald all need you The alxth ran ble she took came ‘ ue S rare a : Stgey. 8H }| of white silk rib! er recent game is announce vary ti en be mutilated. Cynthia!” = Fr with There wan gentle lcate When Martha Bruce was sewing in etoc money: he mo i haste had br furry of Tt was at this 4 t party, (609% ee feelingly n't ; ng a dif patronage, faintest fon In old house, ‘The littie dressmaker and Its alld vara ager i color to her ¢ osened soft subject of ou d isk you to talk to me. uidn't you Hke to meet some of f rae" h 6, It implied an explanation her tiny hand-machine busied them. aM abuse ; ita, I pays t strands of hey hols across ner n his bath, very much scrubbed isht have got wore one tO these peuple? who asks It youre. “I don't understand you." she he- ¢ amtable young man #he was eelves in the old sitting room among Pi xr you girls—but I was think forehead, and red-looking above ©, terry. vou,” she suggested, smi Sweethilly you ought 1) Ban iawn billows of snowy muslin and lawn, $9. If it ws money that made yo Her employer looked at ber eritice cloth bath gown, und thrust an im. ui Bie Wy owing “T do." he said, “This house she's ~ Appearances were #0 Joading, Which Martha's magic Was to trang. Tuo away and rusticate: I've know: lly quiring head into his host's » use it te @ party fag like k wee it's ght Cy Was rather pretty, and of form into the tucked and feathe veling sometimes, I've got a tule ally i athia ry w e round . It “vs a nice dress,” meas ta dre t! My d i hem=-but n we way on Paul's house-—-where course a st wuld not know, stitched fons to trim this slim Found loose. If the ‘ . t fy rehink ident t 4 ge-bills, or urediy, “buts f k “ ery, y formal. lavue hink In uw V was difficult to tell, golden-haire swWoet-faged young , tidier, IT con't ing girls tweeds." j i" a lovely old place, full He 1 ated Cynthia und herself Woman who did not mind. eae . ; toeduy don't un r quin ting with a co \ That > the lovelies! alk She had heard th. Paul's In all her 1 Martha had never” 1M Heiney, you are good seed ail Ae raed toward him w ' Kuest was very Ww and while geen wo beautiful a girl, sho thought, but it wasn't money. It's a matter pretticr H deep nter! ‘Just a ¢ 4 Was not n ad aD uns n for the beautiful, ? Derigers to bo tapregt By canes Fou have such lovely hair’ sald — “You won't see any ot! P by the goda, Cynthia, he really ought 1 seamstress, tha n't expect you to understand Cynthia gentiy. “It lovky beautiful tt's expected of us M ieely lighten my heart. Thou ¢riel to indicate the snee by th arved aut of her Why should youre ‘ ca-night would I disappoint my ¢ you looks ff aon reatored two erstwhile friends cade ARN village for bre Don't insult ny tnteliigence, ‘Test ‘This wag the truth, Above t A- T don't know though—what ich other's bosoma. Come, Tha | Hat he been listening he eowld mand appliques and ie. T occasionally have gleams of orless parchment face, the older do you go for—with v« ° ‘ music creeps tnto my velns. have t no doubt, but he wags not. bead Hut here was some one who reason, If tT d help you, Rita groman’s crown of silver gray braids ‘The night aly" a a th napa He wa watching the curves of Wanted merely lives-who had them ¢ ntinued,) se