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Other Way Synopsis of Preceding Chapters Mrs. Isabel Wey land, a widow. Is threatened with the debtors’ prison. Her chief creditor. Mrs. Brvn er. suggests a way out of the difficulty, marriage with an imprisoned debtor, who for a paltry sum will assume Mrs. Wevland's debts also, thus relieving her under the English law as it then was. He proves to be a young lawyer. McNamara, and in pity she pays h;s small debt from what little there Is left of her fortune—not enough tc free her—sets him free and agrees to marry a criminal condemned to die in three days as the means to obtain the desired freedom. An attempt Is made to induce her to marry a negro murderer, her outraged womanly Instinct tepels. and she leaves the prison under the protection of the parson. Spending her last money toward discharging her debts, she flies toward London’s suburbs, to escape her other unsatisfied creditors. She encounters a rich, but insane old gentleman, who im agines her to be his dead granddaughter, and will not permit her to depart. Here she take up an ideal abode, safe from the purs . 1 of revengeful creditors. Oliver McNamara, - released from debt ors’ prison by Isabel's generosity, begins the practice of law. at which he is suc cessful. His earnest efforts In behalf of hopeless inmates of debtors' prison at tracts the attention of General Ogle thorpe. who is pushing In nurliament a scheme permitting the release and emi gration of debtors to Georgia, and a grant of 50.000 pounds for the founding of a colonv. Together the young ami old men get the measure through parliament. In consulting with a law yer, a friend of Isabel’s father, Olivo 1- thoughtlessly displays her ring. The lawyer instantly recognizes It and de clares that Isabel Is a legatee of her fa ther In the sum of £20.000. Iss.bel Is also left a large sum hv the denth of the old man whose granddaughter she imperson ates. She learns of McNamara and Gen eral Oglethorpe and arranges to make the journey to Georgia In place of a young woman who has suddenly died. Isabel proves a mlnlsterlne angel on board ship across the Atlantic, soothing f.nd encouraging the downcast passen gers who were formerly Inmates of the dreaded debtors' prison. She is shocked to find on board Mrs. Brvmer. the sch- m- Irg dressmaker who sought to engineer Isabel’s disgraceful marriage that she might ool'ect her own debt. The un fortunate woman, shattered In fortune and afflicted with a fatal disease, wildly rails against the very debt laws, the Justice of which she once so strongly rvended. In ^_8$j?£„melancholy she Gener ».l flon turn- Icmamled, Bun- SABEL assented in a troubled tone. What did his strange manner por tend? "Then why have you not—? But wait *ou say I may know your father; how long since you have heard from or of him?” "You have something to tell me!” she cried; Fit? I have not heard any thing for long months.” “Let us sit down, my dear young friend,” he said, offering her his arm. "There is much to tell you.” ' She grasped his arm and spoke with sudden intuition. “He is dead!” she whispered. Her face grew white and her eyes were’ sad in their questioning gaze, but no tears fell. “I had hoped tor his forgiveness,", she faltered as the general led her to a seat. "And you had it, my dear Mrs. Wey- land.” On, did he leave me a message?” she cried eagerly. “Can you tell me what it was? I have been so alone since my husband’s death, and father was so—’’ but she broke off. “I know your story,” he replied gent ly, “and I can assure you of your fath er’s love and forgiveness. But I can not tell you what message he left, save that you were remembered IK his will equally with your brother. He left you twenty thousand pounds.” "Oh. he did love me, after all—dear father!” And now the tears fell fast, but the flood was not a bitter one. Her grief was softened by the thought of her father’s relenting love at the last. The general walked to the rail and waited for the fide oi emotion to ebb. i. When he approached her again she lifted her head and dried her eyes. "iou say you have much to tell me.” she said with a wavering smile. “Can 1 you tell me now?” "Is it possible that you have been in England, Mrs. Weyland. and have not known of the search made for you?” “Not only in England. 1 have not been out of London.” "IncrediDle! Why, old Peter War wick has moved heaven and earth to And you ever since—since your for tune came to you.” “How long?” she whispered. “More than a year.” "So long! I have been more alone than I knew! And my brother?” “I know nothing of him personally.” He would not tell her of the young man's anger at what he was pleased to term his father’s injustice. Isabel perhaps inferred something of the sort for she questioned him no farther. "You seem to think very little of the Hail Queen—* ‘Oar ears have heard much of the beauttfut queen of oar brothers" . large sum of money you may now claim,” he said, to divert her thoughts. “Really, if we speak a vessel, we must have a packet ready that will put an end to the search Warwick, and young McNamara have been so vigorous ' ~ pirsut'iHliig." ‘ “Is—I did not know that Mr. War wick had taken a partner.” “No, no, but there’s a young lawyer who has been assisting him, A fine fellow, too. He has been invaluable to me in this colony project. He is fast making his mark. "I don't mean to be curious, my dear young lady, but it seems really re markable to me that you could have so hidden yourself as to escape his sharpness and determination.” “If you will not ask me why,” she said, flushing a little, “I will tell you how I accomplished it. I assure you it was a very simple matter.” “Truly,” he said, when she had re lated the manner of her seclusion, “truth is simpler as well as stranger than Action. But you have no objec tions to your whereabouts being known now?” "N—o,” she answered somewhat hesitantly, “I suppose that will be necessary.” Then she a’dde.d brightly: “Oh, how much I can do for our settlement! I may spend without fear the little for tune my dear old friend left me.” She stopped with a sudden thought. “There can be no doubt about it?” "Your possession of yow Not a little! Yon may « ick to England to obtai Ink proof of cient.”. Later in the. pared a "docuta’ bel’s claims and “We must have' it ready in case of meeting a vessel,” he said as he sealed it in readiness for delivery. Scarcely were the words , out of his mouth when there rang out the cry of “Sail, ho! ” ■ All who were well enough, and many forgetting their sickness, crowd - ed to the rail and watched with breathless interest as the tiny speckin the distance grew as by magic into a white-winged ship that courtesied lightly over the waves like some great aquatic bird. General Oglethorpe delivered the packet and as the Sea Queen sailed away with it on board, he turned to Isabel with a smile. “I should like to see good old Petter Warwick and his young enthusiast when that letter reaches them. To think tneir bird has flown across the wide Atlantic! Young McNamara will feel rather sheepish, I fancy, when he kifows that he stood upon the pier and watched the ship bear you away. In twenty-four hours they will know.” Isabel did not answer, but the sweet salt wind gave a pretty flush to her cheek and the sparkle of the spray •warned tq have gotten Into her eyes, ott: th&t. more than one oft her com- ftabions looked at her in pleased ad- gUflation. .It was a winter morning, typical of Gie south, when the settlors disem barked. The sky was a blue dome of itf$nite' height and exquisite clearness- Tlie sun %hone warm and golden through the crisp, fresh atmosphere. Ttiere had been an early winter and paw there was a hint of spring in the Mr- It was a glorious welcome to these bo long confined in dark' cells. There were but a few weeks more of;winter. February slipped quickly •why. March brought a warmer sun, A';Ibudding of much vegetation, a sprinkling of violets and even a few y birds. en came April, the most charming ith of all the year. The yellow swung out its golden bellsi ... ihiny profusion; millions of ■reat pale blue violets and intensely ones carpeted the ground, it was not till early May that woods were in their glory. Who mfOk describe the beauty, the sweet- note, the exquisite delicacy of that fairest of forest flowers, the wild •teten! That blossom dear to all •fkothern hearts as the “wild honey- ■BCkie” of their childhood. Here it IWorished in the greatest variety and profusion; Acres were fairly covered ▼ith the pure white one that is like . nothing so much as a miniature Eas ter lily, sometimes as many as a hun dred of the sweet little bells crowning .one stalk. There was the pale pink one ttyat hps an odd blotch of lemon one petal; there were rose-colored orange-colored, flame-colored through the whole gamut of red to richness of a velvet rose. could never have enough of Their fragrance, with Its pe- quality of refreshing coolness, oppressive. of the little log ed about Alice came to the door and smiled kindly upon her. The childless moth er bore a look of settled sadness; she would never forget her lost Lizzie. But she was as happy as possible in her new home. She bore the inevit able privations with great patience and encouraged John in all his pro jects with real hope and interest in them. It had been a great pleasure to both when Isabel had asked to be one of their household. They assented with a quick cordiality that assured her of their sincerity. Mr.'Ellis had: proven one of the foremost men among the settlers in 1 all things looking to prog ress and Improvement. His wife’s health had been fully restored and their home was the model one of the settlement. Isabel insisted on con tributing half the expenses, and her woman’s taste and Ingenuity. had made the log rooms homelike and cheery. As she stood in the vine-wreathed gateway she seemed a fair embodi ment of the springtime. She was clad all in white as the days were sum mery in their warmth. Glowing cheeks, sparkling eyes, shining hair and dainty mouth that quivered into unconscious smiles, her personality had that subtle but exhilarating charm that only perfect health of mind and heart and body can give to a woman. She wandered off into the forest, finding ever ahead of her lovelier blos soms, untu a noise that was not of bird or beast made her start in quick realization of her folly. How had she dared to stray so far alone? Ere she could turn she . was sur rounded by a band of red men. She bad seen some stray Indians once or twice before, ana, thanks to Oglethorpe’s just ana kindly treatment, they were little to be feared. These did not look fierce or vicious and her alarm began to die away. They walked about her and %azed in evident admiration, but without speaking a word. Suddenly at a ges ture from one old man they all fell back and Isabel srfw approaching a stately figure clad in all the magnifi cence of native splendor. He advanced with great dignity, and bowing low laid his hand upon his heart in most courtly fashion. - “Hail, queen!” he said. “Our ears nave heard much of the beautiful queen of our pale-face brothers. Now our eyes are made glad by the sight of her. Hail!” Isabel accepted the homage as the safest thing to do. She took one slow step forward and graciously extended her hand. The chief nad evidently been initiated into court etiquet. He advanced, and, kneeling, raised her fingers to his lips with the grace of a courtier.. “Red men, greet thou (he-queen of the pale face!” Each Indian then advanced and paid his obeisance. It was all’ dona with sa much simplicity and sincerity that Isabel felt no fear and but little embarrassment. “I thank py red brothers for welcome,” the said. ‘‘May we al ire ‘liknjs. — --- The Indians bowed and made peculiar sign of friendly loyalty. “The queen has the voice of. a mock ingbird,” the chief rejoined. “There is in it the beauty that would not de ceive. Perhaps she would sing to us like the bird. Her red brothers would not forget.” For all their stately ways these simple forest dwellers seemed after a fashion but children to her and Isabel lifted up her voice and sariig to them. It was a scene for a painter’s brush. The background of dark green for est, the carpet of gorgeously tinted blossoms, the slender, white-clad fig ure—a perfect type of the highest civ ilization—and her court of dusky no bles hanging on the silvery notes that she ponred forth In joyous abandon. As one last clear note died upon the perfumed air, the chief raised his head as If listening, though Isabel could hear no sound. At a slight ges ture, the Indians ranged themselves about her and faced the trail in the direction from which she had come. In another moment a new figure ap proached the little group, a man who walked with the assured stride of youth and strength. When within speaking distance he A Serial by Joel Chandler Harris, Author of “Uncle Remus" IS THE FIRST OF AN IMPORTANT SERIES OF SPLENDID FICTION STORIES Announced by Uhe Sunny South q f to Begin Publication on April teU For some time the management of The Sunny South has been negotiating for a serial story from the pen of the South’s best known snd widest read authors—a writer of world-wide fame. There is scarcely a household in the South in which both young and old have not read and re-read the fascinating dialect of stories in “Uncle Remus.” It is a feature you cannot afford to overlook. Memorial Day Edition in Progress for Publication on April 26. This will contain, in addition to the first installment of Mr. Harris’ serial, a score of articles that will prove of widest in terest to all Southerners, re awakening atl the gentle and stirring memories of the war without dwelling in bitterness on the harsher side. Among those from whom contributions will be presented are: Harry Stillwell Edwards, the well-known writer; Mrs. Sarah T. Goodwin, a prize winner; R. \V. M’Adarn, a brilliant writer; Mrs. Minnie S. Baker, anthorof “Victor Wardin’’; H. M. Wiltse, of Chattanooga; Mrs. Mary E. Bryan, the well-known writer. Big New Short Story Contest With In-\ creased Prizes Forthcoming. The first details of The Sunny South’s new Short Story Contest are in preparation and will be annonnoed in the Memo rial T)ay edition if completed in time. Greater care than ever be fore will be taken in this contest and every effort will be made to arrive at an unbiased and correct decision. Additional Features in Preparation for the Memorial Day Edition. It is manifestly impossible to mention in this space even the smaller part of the many features for the Memorial Day edition. There will be twelve pages brimful of the best and cleanest class of fiction obtainable, along with stories of travel, incident and character. removed his hat and with a ceremo nious bow, stopped short. “What would you with the queen?” demanded the chief. I am vjiivcrMcNamara ” he said; “have 1 the honor to address Mrs. Weyland?" The Indians had drawn close about her, but she moved forward now wlf.h stately grace. A brighter color was -upon her cheek and her eyes were downcast. "My red’ brothers are good,” she said. “They would shield me from harm. But no peril lies here. This is a friend.” They fell away and she advanced between the dusky lines and gave her hand to the new-comer. With quick wit, he took cognizance and advant age of the unique situation, and drop ping on his knee pressed his lips to her hand. But the glance he flashed into her eyes made the words he spoke no mere form: “My queen!” He then greeted the Indians with grave courtesy, and with a friendly farewell they turned Into the forest and melted with silent rapidity into the shadows. “Now begin to scold me for my im prudence,” said Isabel as he opened his lips; “I know it was childish folly. I never did so before and I assure you it shall not be repeated.” “I never had such a fright in my life,” said Oliver. “When I first saw you they were walking about you as if you were some rare specimen they had. captured.” Isabel’s laugh rang out. “It must have* been amusing, but I can assure you it was anything but a laughing matter to me just then. I was never more thoroughly alarmed. It has quite cured me of all desire to wander in these woods alone.” “I sincerely trust so!” her compan ion rejoined fervently. “I was afraid. for fear I soon cmftiertl jlHate pt You hare no idea what a strikingly - unique pic ture it was.” His teasing tone flushed her cheeks anew. ' “But how did you find me?’ she ask ed, disdaining to notice bis- formef speech. . . - . “Mrs. Ellis was sure you were quite near, but when we failed to make you hear she grew terribly frightened, and implored me to follow the path and see if I could find you.” “Have you been long from Eng land?” • “We arrived last night and you may imagine how overjoyed 1 was to know that you were so near.” “I am sorry that Mr. Warwick had such a search for me,” she said. “It was too bad that he should trouble you to come all this way.” They had been strolling slosriy down the trail. Now he halted, and baring his head, he faced her with suddeni passion. His face was white and his voice trembled with suppress ed emotion. “At the risk of offending you, I must speak,” he said. “I find I cannot play the part I had laid down tor my self. I am not a stranger—not a _ lawyer looking for an unknown client, but a lover who has carried his sweet heart’s face in his heart for months of hope and longing.” She found no word with which to answer him. “Isabel, my love, my queen. You have been the the one impulse of my life sluice last I looked into your sweet eyes. All that I am, all that I have done, has been one from long thought of you. Through all this weary time of waiting I have been upheld by the hope—by the certainty, I might say—that some time, some where, I should find and claim you! Nay, do 1 not turn from me,” he cried, as she averted her (flushing face. “I will be content to wait years yet, if only you do not forbid me hope. I ask noth ing—but I could not look into your sweet eyes ar.d not tell you of my *ove. I will not say a word again un til you give me leave. Tell me you are not angry!” She spoke no word nor turned her face, but from out the folds of her dress one little hand stole shyly to ward him. It was captured- instantly and Oli ver. utterly ignoring his late promise, cried softly as he laid his cheek on the rosy palm: “Bid me hope, Isa bel! Tell me that some day I may put back upon this dear hand the ring that has been my talisman.” There was a moment of silence in this garden of Eden. The sun wooed the earth; the bee the blossom. She threw one fleeting glance at him over her shoulder.' Not Just yet,” she murmured softly. And presently, hand i n hand, they went their happy way through the gol den sunshine. (THE END,)