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ad tense, the dered. fe it.” hing to c wandering. At the country began to kk vty—a road ran off into the hi the station—and a man w ving sheep up among the boulders shears and a pine trees, It sinelied heavenly. the three of us have been kept busy I walked. I saw a bluebird—the — ‘To-day t I'd ever seen, 1 walked all day. night I paid for @ room in @ jouse. ked again—all day. And I came Sweethills' 'll—be—kicked,"” whistled among the he bond princess"—— notice,” he to your hand in on poor Rich- ter, Bhame on you—with your tuk one of Martha's new “wrappers'—a dout he ie 5 _ Pretty, cheap, little flowered chinta I “9 "1 don't him away, Hetne: come : three times with his pla And— habit's strong. If he comes—there'’s Hedroor \ @ beastly false side to me, I suspect jty funny or elge it's just that I'm so used to h Girtation—and seeing filrtation"—— “Oh, keep on playing, R he sata eerfully, *s a bit of an ass at times, It'll do ped, wn good to be played with. He's ther used to turning the tables.” want him,” she repeated; don't want any man”. / “But you can't lose ‘em, When you “I don’ @o back? (Copyright, 1914 NOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS, CHAPTER XIL. Publi. Morals. hing, I wanted to get out into the ountry. I had to come.’ ‘And you came to Sweethilis, I stopped at Sweethills,” she cor- kee ted. 1 never had heard of it—but “You mean you ran away like a psy and let your feet find the way?” he asked incredulously, Bhe nodded. “I took a little bag with some ne- Cessities—and 1 chose a ow of a lot on one of tt . JL bought @ ticket the got to th her railroad line and did it again. py did it thre i 1 tun I've ever known, | hadn't a “and I found the little house I'm and I'm going to stay—all summer Of the south wind “And you blotted yourself out of lives not a hundred and seventy from Now York, You're a genius, * it was my feet,” she smiled, “Well, you look perfectly corking, °imbing. Ten set you up at an: . And I ringL The Romance of a New York Girl Who Made a Strange Experiment. by Bobbe Merrill Co.) je and tak nd 4K tions of Bile Asie” decorated ‘hi ari spring tlest smile hi cotton ae ghhhne Lay. discountenane tha Yield c from New York to ny Vand Y lest, hat and respired and inspired deeply. han the. pot anit Yes It was as though he would purge his whom th Vorten and Rita. meet are old acqiti lungs of an impure ether lately in- New tha otter was at haled, “I was right—richt, age stianied,) ized this with new gest. Makes you different, That's what I Only once did he speak before he wanted—so I left"—— reached the town. It was to utter He whistled softly. “You mean— the single apparently irrelevant word fou didn’t like the clip you were going the gay and giddy whirl?” direction of Mrs. Floy” Harmon's “It choked me; know it satisfied me for a long time you can’t understand—how could you when I don't myself? But I was From Her Journal. @rowning in it, Heiney—in the hun- @reds of little, little things that I Wasted my Ume with—and in the pre- “Masher” as he went. she cried. “Oh, I home, HREE weeks! make-believe of every- are thick with | aves, he ing. e station suburbaa . When wnged to an- place I ¢ ¥ tou busy in the At after Seruphy showed n times. It was the first vedun 1 was vird place Kk hilly and about, you s dergrowth, Ib tre a@ lot of ¢ asparagus tough tan; calls “catfoo patch tc And the next day I up in a gr ot. ms: of bacon and exe: and spiced peache saw in the village shop. grate and I “IL like old Richter—but ing and folded It away, my Nnances in thelr p per—but I'm not going “Pve an idea Larry docsn't suspect yet, quite that. ‘He apoke of you. Said you'd gone } way on & ck later; he's looking badly"—— th “I hate hii here was a little quaver in her voice. ¢ryj; There was a moment's silence, hen @ sound came to them, A bir: ong, liquid, own from one of the beeches, It was mating sons, thrilling with the call Ufo, poignant with passionate ten- Of such strains is natury 4iny made, + the sound the woman buried her test 1 tly. Van Vorden watched her a moment, stressed, stood beside her, The child had run off into the brush. He put one hand on her should and xpoke “Look hi pled on ou’ve got wit! life-whatever tangle Pyou and Larry have got into-—you } work it out in peace as far as concerned. I've always gues! Re slipped into a back were different-that you thought I'd at you I saw him before I left. ” 1" yw sit—but expected you pe: she repeated, but — {1 soft, alluring, floated that season, hands and began to cry ovar tho muste, , Rita—I'm sorry Tetum. Mouths. °, Teh OY 7 Seraphy had freshened my elothes you, Whatever Gistaste wo ton the occasion ond ty ‘eet coat and little old Georgette At quite triumphed. lad deeper, finer stuff in you than W4S not to be so, Ihe other women—and I've a feeling | They came around me by dozens— how that you'll work everything out thes Don't be afraid on my ace all right. count—I only v I'm your friend, Kita f thing I can do to make it jer or Wasn't lonely and was it true 1 was iter like Paul Riehter r, and was I going to stay through until winter, and help you out She looked up wet-eyed but smil- 4 =even th rom me. ment. Tt was at ertain gentleman, having Cynthia brought over her employer nford—a pompous person many black ornaments, Ynat aD 'You are a good fellow, end she :ut out her hane @lways liked proving my th away from the the pace, really to find people out Here in th: other better us. Yes, J want you to be my friend But th y ignoring me He took her hand and held it a mo- ame to look over some upland tim- —a Mrs, § a>) land, chanced to glance into the with a great shadow of the little glen in passing. and a lorenette manner. He was in time to seo the girl's I think she's a little suspictous of It ; to wee Heiney approach her, her hand. It was a spectacle at pmee di) trting and interesting to the faced women, 'T t you to know— hand and pressed if there's any how 1 aw he smiled miss my relatives—and “We've mind my coming h Heiney—but you're by gentle hint and innue ry, One has to get please tell all about me. woods we know each than ever--the best of thusiasm teach me this auspicious moment ready, I was too non family, or rat Anne rnrnrnn pan It's Often the Case : , i Krona Worl.) WHAT AN UNTIDY. And DIRTY FLAT! epectator, whose approach through the brush had been unnoticed, an svideniy grown tired of He departed after a brief inter- of tie man who loves ler, ested pause, with elaborate precau- An unpleasant smile In fact the sub- possessed—a smile to La Gioconda, The gentleman was Mr. Porter V: Ven vonien. @ sey, Out in the open he took off his he triumphed, off-color—she's either a plant of Van Vorden’s—or that type. Pe ple ought to know—ought to know, He strode suddenly down the hi! side like one inspired with a new and KNOW." she softened, “you're holy zeal. Mr, Veasey knew his own @ good boy, Henry Van value, As a munificent contributor id - to his church, to his seoret societies, Vorden. You haven't 0t to his town, he conserved in his an- hard Iike tho rest, Some- ¢red person forces of a mixed and how you've kept a human spot—that Potent character. He suddenly real- And the way of his going Jay In the CHAPTER XIII. The trees are tn leat now. The big lilac bushes by the gate are out in bud— and the clumps of peontes Most of the birds have married and gone tu house- When I think of the applo trees the last of this month, as Serap! me they will be, covered w: and white bloom, like great chiffon parasols, with all those tiny chirping bird-babies tucked away among the blossoms, I can searvely watt,— ve grown #@ big and cour 1 hardly knew myse think ebout myself. I've been here's sv much tu be dong THE NEAT WOMAN LIVES IN THE UNTIDY AND DIRTY FLAT Ann THE UNTIDY WOMAN LIVES IN THE NEAT AND CLEAN FL To SUBLET AY, FLAT For THe nly played at of real things to do. There were many dead leaves, so many brambles | 1 old limbs, and pieces of rank un- | ught a gr ake at Bro the larkspur from 4 wood and tidied up the ed. ‘There's a lot d runner that * 1 tore out a great that was running alley, They're | a They make me think of little green ears epringing | out of the earth to catch the whisper i id the first robin here are going to be millions ‘o-night [I'm stiff and sore and tnd happy. I'm getting over the soreness better than I used to. I'm getting tough from my hill couldn't tell comfort from him, with @ guilty flush, 1 suppose she thinks she ra hair shirt, 1 told her 1 Richter cared es- he was so much up with his writing and his es- shment and (L might have added) whether I was a con- ection or not of the Marshfield Ashes ; she asked about. She looked me over a little coldly. have had some fine people in our Miss Ashe—so' You can still gained ground that he had reduced Martha, A number of women, Seraphy yed the photosr tintypes he had made of the And all of them sat in judgment on Out of all her friends and neighbors there was no one to pity or speak kindly, I suspect one Se sett, from her knowledge of the facta, and’ my knowledge of Seraphy.) Even Miss Honey Hyslop, Martha's next-door neighbor, a devout Chris- tian, who had in a way mothered the girl, refused to speak to her, I can imagine the long, silent, dusky evenings of Martha's waiting, 1 won- der what she thought of—what she I can almost guess. would be that kind. But I'm glad it wasn't granted, must have says, destre ouslit to we T tried to ri I've had @ bath in a great zine 4, ore indiana Wash-tub—and « piping hot supper . toast and cream and now I'm in ‘exceptional see the old The Richtera and the ns were splendid people. ave noticed the Franklin home as you came in on the train, gray pluce with a great deal of ivy.” uly for children family homes, you're his moth- No one could take him from you.” was silent for a she added oddly: aphy has lighted a fire in the old in scribbling in my little I love this little room with low coiling, and the white walls where the fire puts patches of yellow glow or bluck spider-legged shadows from the furniture, The fur- niture suits it exactly, the old high the rush-bottomed roc the tall worm-saten old press. ! feel rich when I think of that old press. Martha has finished her se in its dr ers lie three complete cl - ‘There's Larry, you know.” gerwoare > “Cmplete changes of un “Don't you rea! she cried, “I'm of going back, Heiney? “You're not serious. What about ordinately ARTE » “1 hate Larry." He leaned over and pulled a few Diados of grass 1d brought out the name, oe Oe ro must be a million Franklins scattered through the country. I told her 1 known its name. But of course had been several times, “He is so very clever, isn't he?” she a little wistfu 1 suppose there have when evea Martha has dis- creetly worshipped this splendid young He has a way told there's seareely @ girl from four- 1 up Who doesn't reverence him as i Intellectually, they think; but the fact is his gre A magnificent ma has gone to waste here, I've missed 6o many things. the kind that tell one about real things, the village brown house with a sien it, 1 went inside, place—a tiny of rather worn-looking books. K-eyed young irl c! oyunds and a hemlock grove. ve me a@ bit of its history been hard to go {t all—tha cold looks, words, the humiliation—and one sees in her face she has suffered, afterward —when she had that little face to kiss—those little arms, it must have been different. I asked Seraphy what she thought of It, of a place Nike this-—of people ho"could do things like that. silent for a moment. I said impul- want to love tt but how can How cun I care for a place or a people who can be so bitter, awinly she feels herself a per She brought up another woman and handsome woman course, overblown fashion, w distincuy rude, It is the coarsest, most exquisitely made stuff I've ever owned. proud of it—but terribly extravagant to buy so much, esent ‘con tion, 'ra an improvident grasshop- to worry— Apart from one seemed simple and amiable minded, Yet I must not be deceived. From scraps I gathered from poor d bits of chatter I've overheard in the at little shop, I know these hearts can turn to ada nt to church yesterday, e ft went to chureh—Easter ve last, I think—it was in one of big Fifth Avenuo churches, Was the year they wore those trimmings. A woman front of me with a wreath of toma- toes on her hat. Lots of us learned to know something of ganten produce A pretty bla narrow standards, Seraphy says I was crude enough to gossip Martha with Seraphy would be better.” “Wait,” said Seraphy slowly, “It's true what you've said—it's a where they's cruel and harsh at tines ~and turn against their own, tall they is to Sweethills. folks Uke any other place heart underneath, They's times when you can feel {t beat, have a book for t { her could I hav: © had never run up a contingency finally lett One is Gray's Pield another Blanch She came to my room to fan my hair dry; she was dreadfully shocked because 1 washed it on Sunday, and she got quite “het up,” as she put it, concerning Martha's case. It seems Martha's case was an un- duly shocking case in that, as Ser- aply put it, she was “no foot loose street runner like the most of young girls nowadays, livtle thing, Phet was music, of course, ‘There : i always is—wrand, big, creepy music Joyous with aweet faith In its uke some parts in the grand opera, Thory was neither music nor hats fn the shureh on Sunday, have c/ ed over the hats. I did ery You wait an’ Privately sho disliked Mra. who returned the compliment, ut there waa no ov honted evenness of their or the courtly interchange of court I will wait. In the mean time, in spite of Seraphy's hinted cautions to to be Martha's book 19 the poems friend and help her. not to have 1 think lifo has frightened her. will be nice to heal some of her fear n read very much, nnot and have kopt its place beside The Life and Lett: It ever @ heipioes, innocent hymn nomen Was foully and dreadfully murdered, then he went over and wate many watohed but none inter. “d, it was when that little semi- ircle of choir opened its rather wide who went out with the Her father had been cashter of the bank and they were highly re- spected people, And Martha had never been known social attentions. The conversation, ke a butterfly, had allg I suppose sho will She's that type, Her only hope and joy ts in her She seldom lets him out of » seems to be afraid some one will steal him. And I can't ‘m tempted to run off always dread I know little of books, most of all po «ing to read more, lingered on her doorstep, Nor did she care for clothes a8 most girls do, only 2 vod ones for othe ne was pretty for all that, Ser- ys, in a sweet, inconspicuous with him m The iitde thing was playing In the sitting room with me the other after- my pretty poet drop He'd been here several times with lis verses and plays before Martha et off unnoticed, but it suveral times’ walking with i and We preserve a sic sant, curious, badly dressed, me if I wouldn't like ‘to we I find some convenient nen came the tragedy. unbelievable d village, shocked to {ts heart's core, “passed by on the other side," They did more, t, and liked it here and “Whose kiddie’s that? he asked as thing perched lap and watched our caller , and the go hills's @prir 4 80 charming for @ pale Mrs, Star Stant to in the course of @ Ah, Mrs, Stanford probably she They drove communion they forced her from the church en- “The church,” 1 told him and put the little Rob- 1 wish Cynthia would Lice h ble through his paces, But Paul Rich- ter has all the narrowness of stand urd of his neighbors. He looked positively bored, I sup- pose one can't live in the atmosphero belng contam Hid not stay long When he had gone Martha eame in from the next room, and shaking, “What did—ho any? She doesn't seem to © tO Btiye—w ty ing Martha that was built w mor ivn't surprising, after all Wh @ porgon #0 UNsUspecting and press of things, from — I was evasive, T grasped despe the usual tople and the weather with almost pas- by our Lord for th of Larry to shield mo ) save me the newspapers, and everyt! will have to take 1 wonder f® ho really red spot on either of a tremor in her voi judyment—but ner’ religion— usin’ the church for a social gatherin, an’ to push out the She was white y were kind. One old lady sh you must keep away Blipped a traot into my hand, anoth You must help me offered to get me a Sunday school class to teach; a third is coming up to “nies crochet stitch” and bring me some new honey when it's it perhap. nanaown ly to appear informed "4 eyes brightened “L ain't settin What did he Mr asked Kobbie'w name,” CHAPTER XIV, She held on to the door fn a genu< f i wouldn't tell—and The only man she had been scen with that summer was a trave! , who had talked to in the Post Office, ely, even to the Presently she went over to Robbie and kissed him passic “Pm wo foolinhi,” &) “I'm always so afraid sor ing photograph her once or twi seemed very most indignant, votogvapher, but in the a era and father’s families, And I other evidence the belief gradually committal about er about my m 44 think L love him @0 much it's wicked, @ thing by the looks, you know—and The Evening World Daily Magazine, Thursday, March 23, 1916 ULL ADMIT IT NEEDS SOME SCRUBBING . THE WOMAN WHO LIVES HERE ISA VERY PooR, HOUSE -KEEPER YE WHO LIVES HERE 1S A WONDERFUL HOUSE - KEEPER the fact is we know nothing about She was altting in Mrs, Stanford's seldom-used, and wholly e Diuck walnut parlor, herself the only festal note in it with her florid color- ing and a new and brilliant costume. Calling hours in Sweethills, care- fully aped from the larger centr frequenty apt to cunfilet with of the merely neighborly which involved @ cheerful and pleasant informality. it Would sometimes have been dif- to discriminate as to which purpose the good ladies of the town designed an attack upon a residence, had it pot been for an outward 8) u- insignia which they cunse- to the formal, A pair of white gloves and a cer- tain composed, almost jon of face betokend the latter, Mrs. Harmon's approach, with the orthodox gloves, Mis. Blin- ford and Cynthia had suken their embroidery in the back room (apd with it a ball- formed intention of w the informal side door) to thr the double front entrance anc lite ight into the parlor, ‘They not mistaken; Mrs, Ploy ap- proached from the front, and her foa- tures were unmistakably ceremonial, minutes later, the tension riuy relaxed, ahe was sitting op- poste Mra, Stanford and (oil, background) Cynthte It was Mrs. Bloy’s prnoon and she had @ aving performed a nice social cus- tum and of making an excellent tin- oui n| rd ~the weat nised heavily of otar, and vde delicate feints of a ck be- plunging Into tho richness that awaited It. Floy had begun. rior purpose in her caret need ills, none would have she opened up with n and pallid compliment rd called? d had not—she about her tha knew, She reeme thoy must he a mystery--fi'r no w anything about ved to | Fic krew avid ups it Was a tuistake for Cyn. re~perhaps Ms, st not Mrw, Stante Arpne ss some t el By Maurice Wetten nw of con Fecid. "Mr amiable man—and people Jstandard, A tely, rigid expres hastily for= her at w open adinit Stan- nee of this in ton restless d on numerous ar, the vegetation, the diffloulty of making cally prop- the spring styles, the lack functions and the minor pot pourri that absorbed the village: it had come to rest now o: & subject If there was guest, Miss Ashe thin type so omy nis, though, of course, perfectly hia faltered, tried inquired 1 t Mra Kked down at her hands with pretty arcbness, Did You Ever Hear of Any One Telegraphing With a Fan? A Woman of Mystery Causes Queer Complications That Way in Dead fan's By Quiller-Couch. “DEAD MAN'S ROCK” is as famous in i as “Treasure Islard,” and (for the same reason) and a gripping power that can never die. It is mighty well worth your reading—or re-reading. “Mr, Veasey!" ‘There was open I got her to teach me how to make brown molassei © WAS cookies. [ got dreadfully tired and made several awful mistakes at first. ris of two different recipes left out the “raising” and tried to put it in when the cookles y baked (little dabe on the knife; Seraphy's contem) was terrible), But when I got to the y did succeed and sMpt in Kentle Cynthia's vote biseult and lovel, "Why not?’ Mra, b ‘d A perfect one to t Mixed 5 but he knows—he's and onc tleman—to: uly ever expe 1 should think a thia, Mra. Floy colored in {rritation. Was not unaware of Mr, Vessey's t dispow ward Cynthia. Tt was the one le in her own path and would have liked to slip Cynthia ©"%, uundly Ww. even while thanking 9 oN scorned Cyn- were par nd of I re the girl'n good graces, At any rate It's rid tood,” she aaid, coldly; “he's a very Med—Knawing worrted. many women fi for them wher of heart—to any bo whi ven't much ehan he sand hot a minu ten. Was when T camo. “Evidently you are not one who t@ snoring soundly all # to misunderstand, Flora," said a provid Mrs, Stanford tmpationtly Just plenish my finance what did Porter Vessey say about And if I'm aot what am I to do? Misa Ast 1th it ab Mrs. Floy temporarily pigeonholed day Mrs, Stanford's thrust, for future res to realize. (One thing I do realige, prisal ‘ can not appeal to Ho sald—well, he didn't give des money. T thought of that first, tails—how could’ he She blushed. seems to be the nate “But he met tl Ashe and Mr. V not know any one something wrong —abou of course, Mr. Van Vorden, sorry for you, Cynthia—you'y him up too qulekly, I'm afr: “Mr, Van Vorden ts an young man. 1H ex of aple peopl said Mr ford austerely. “Oh=-Paul Richter's in tt, too—he's TL never look a up there arly every day—imen are and you can al so different—they have their own out a litt do owe have to fe m len. T her. And, There p—I'm orable w I've nev rb 1 «IVE her cool pol them-—but a woman! L must say—to must be gor come here and live such a secret life quer, ad sho went to church, actually, For my part I shall not call. Mr Vessey ts not mistaken, He's not tells 1 ing all, He—she spoke to him, here 4 self, imagine! Mr, Vesey says he back? was utterly shocked"—— Sime Hathaway—to deep tn the nect ford shook her b “Is it possible? —she seems refined, And yet glad hasty. froan the 1 believe ks we and Id Tf I had mo t last. Mrs, Stan- the see Is to-day, was something, w alla ile” Cynthia's » would buy It, ‘other people are not so sure reat many persons. | pmething’s wrong on the sly like this why doesn't she te warden. “Well—Mr. V r er and wiser people than you, Cynthia, 08 that disturbed me. and L prefer to take instruction from ) She says Martha unford’s de. to be & wall wait.” Mra, cision was te Nobody's going to call, We're go. Uttle Rob until she ing to give her the cold shoulder, aecond plece You'd better take my advic thia, broke up Herapby. For a girl in your pe Mrs, Moy roi “L was so @ would come on the other night he sm into Mrs. Stanford's eyes. age, you cannot be too oc: 11 No indeed—when I was young, tke yathta here, T never believed atime would come when I'd regret all my light-headed imprudence, But we ail grow to be careful with middle ag The two xchanged a glanc warmly feline, while Mrs, Floy tracted a calling card and laid it ¢ spieuously on a console tab call in Swi without a card wid your rheumatism Sweethills r seeing you out (ants chief i ‘gontly let a few fr At your “nd there—all the the oughtn’t have hac gave oO 1 ought t @ call at 1 when one's hostess Whilskers, acted ag ‘maid. Mrs, Stanford Sv it's come to this, watchod lisappearing figure Out ¢ i coldly « up the card pres. Pm “off-ce hae itly and tore to bits. : Outrageous gossip Flora Harmon! Wee Boe library the other day Always Was--but she may be rig here, We'd better wait-it's well to be ful ynthia did not reply, Her breast © and fell with indignation o felt & passionate loathing for whole thing 4 no story imaginable that B’ & o her stanch faith in any Brew boner y her friend, ‘This was gt tan & jon of Porter Vossey's Rad Bi iol st, NO BUs- ul would one sh Borne cc absurd, grote ment media wn fp ite Likely col And Vorden—it eee a have made no difference with her, fe € Ho meant nothing to ber absolutely not hing ough f not and spoke t¢ 7 Perhaps Mr, Vessey From Her Journal. his choru 1 the We're in the middle of decent, upright, money-saving girls, May now, [ simply can't write as I thought 1 would It was only when I was worried that d to find an outlet in writing. I'm not worrted at all. 1 eat healthy animal and vie that sh p like a ain getting fac und lazy and wi browned. go und are hours when 1 do posi- tively nothing I've never known ‘ eant to relax and almply breathe, But 1 know now, 1 could almost purr when I sit by my watch the blue and gold up in the 18 south porch what it m rs one's yoand or Se- tow A “pi hytdo it all now, u phy callec At first I pottered in the kitchen too, (To Be Continu! ‘ Next Week’s Complete Novel in The Evening World own way has a charm nig deems to hold me. veaven that Mtr, Veatev fed to tines easy to just loaf my hours away. | asey fad no place culous to feel Mr. Vessey. is” often misunder. 80 contented when I ought to be wor- it Its my money. I've got exactly irmly nourh to run my menage four weeks » longer—and I'm no yng Nearer solving the situation than Tf Instead of basking {n the sun and cht T ought, ike “nt ant, make an effort to re+ if I'm to stay. it ita long time to- ying to face matters, Tryti ‘al instinet for the woods—-Miss my kind to turn to a man for help. did *°¢ © And I suppose w them. There's give it to me. He never denied me.) na to be no way—no hon- y for me to make money. n trained earning. If only we girls had had nome resource of that into our lives-instead of beng al- and te Pout Richter's friend," lowed to fll our hours with clothes t and dances and candy and matinees, a busines woman— ys know her—with- secret pang of envy for and self-relianee. It 1 to know you cam con- kind brought I suppose Heiney Van Vorden meant what he said about lending » what 1 need, But I won't. avens, how could [ ever get he conversational butterfly was We've had Paut seeaa an ae ad. garden, and Seraphy put in some of PRA Tenned. "1 asked her If we couldn't sell some * , of our garden produce when it came up, but she sald the good Lord knew ltr because every- let. “*Y, lant body had a garden here. riet. “You don't know Ambition 14 show hese placid hill-hilli quicker you drop her the bet. v a He Net ‘ Mr I'd start gardening on a big ecal ter—or people will think,” Mrs, Floy Pl, Start gardening, on, @ city, “im 5 eres axing Beth Hillyer's or Cora \- Tay Whink what they Uke. iis tacos if they received a box of icked’ BS" hice fresh Brussels sproute and ost. 7 F Moy eolde SFY With my love and the Swee tik youl guld Mrs, Moy cold stamp, and will they please forward ee aA. remittance if more ts desired er coming hére | > I'm too languid and far too she's ail right &T@sshopperish to start @ market ked Cyntht I'd rather read and dream * © @ Baked: Crathie, aphy came in to-day with two »y knows—and old- 4isturbing pieces of nows—or at least Bruce is taken he doctor thinks It’s going § ver. I'm going down to- an armed neutrality morrow and ask her to let me keep of gossip quite (ton At first [ couldn't get her to tell , to make her adieus, M6 beyond a long, bitter reviling of nd its feminine but after a little she nts outa word here searlet spots of wrath in her red that Sweethills is dis- ut me, Sho spoke t-tall man thought possibly been so friendly with Martha x. Most of all, she said the h purple-biack like old Mr, Partridge'’s I'm falling out of grac and Sweethills thinks into the littl I passed the coming out. ndid Mrs. Harmon » did not seem to see me, not look lke fibro, Tim a woman of wine it would k her. I must ) tell me more, but she It's the . that’s damning ma, L rt of me, I hi ain reserve that | felt were curious and that were unatory Ps exer I notice 1 was le ud already been made wel ed many friend- ratting asl passed out, No ingly dignified, d they were ouldn’ horus lady” 1 suppose I'd havingt itures think ill of one, ne's cheeks burn a rnoon [ took at t over—then, y lovely 4 day IT shall neve