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TUESDAY AFTERNOON, NOVEMBER 3, 1925 Too MuchJEfficiency But H. Hedge was so busy at his card indexes when Horae* returned with the order that the sandwich and the milk stood on the desk for half an hour before he noticed them. Alice came home in the middle of the afternoon. Sh e tiptoed past the door of the library a».id saw him in tent upon his writing. For an in stant she hesitated, uncertain; then apparently ehanged her mind about something, passed on through the hall a, id went upstairs. She found Sonstance in her private den *n the second floor. “Why is he still here?” demanded Alice, flinging her books on the floor. Constance made a weary gesture and tried to resume her erading. “But I thought we were to get rid of him,” persisted Alice, surprised and disappointment unmistakable in her voice. The elder sister tossed her novel into a coiner ond contemplated Alice as thouh the latter wer e quite in capable of understanding. “But, Connie, you said—” “Never mind what I said. He’s here—and it looks as if he were here to stay.” “Connie!” Alice sat dovyi and stared. “Yes—to stay.” repeated Con stance bitterly. Alice hitched an ankle across one knee and looked thoughtful. “No, I guess not,” she assented. *‘Did-—did he run out on you?”* “ Approximately .’*• “And what did you do?” “Oh, had a row,” languidly. “Throw anything?” “Me?” “Uh-huh.” “You know perfectly well I’ve out grown that, Alice. Don’t be silly. “Still, it’s usually best; it’s sim plest,” said Alice. “But how are we going to get him out of the house?” “I’m not sure that we are.” “Don’t tell me you’ve quit, Con nie?” “Os course, I haven’t quit,” re torted Constance. “If you’d only suggest, and not criticize, we’d get somewhere. Incidentally, hereafter you walk to school.” “I—what?” “Y«u are to hit the trail afoot —he said so.” Alice gasped and turned pink. “Never!” she cried. “First it’s prunes, and then it’s pedestrianism. I tell you, I’ll not stand it, Connie. I’ll—l’ll tear up all his papers. I’ll wreck his office!” “Nonsepse,” said Constance! “That’s foolishness.” “Well, we have to fight the devil with fire, you know.” “Perhaps—when the devil will fight. But what are you going to do when he simply won’t? What chance is there when he just sits and looks at you and then makes the most in sulting remark in a perfectly calm voice? If he would only .get mad, and ran t —and swear—that would be something! It would be a beginning anyhow. But, as it is, you might as ' well go out and call names at one oi the statues in the park. The statue would still be there when you were speechless.” Alice arose and—strolled to the window. Presently she turned and said* "Here comes Billy, now. We’ll get him up here and see if he has thought of anything.” Constance shook her head idly. She was not optimistic as to Billy’s thinking. She rather feared that if the E. E. incubus was to be removed, the thinking would have to be done in her own head. It was not the magnitude of the problem that daunted her; it was the elusiveness of it. There seemed to be no place of begining. H. Hedge had settled himself upon the house hold like a giant kraken; his ten tacles were everywhere and it seemed perfectly useless to try cut ting an odd one here and there. Be sides, as yet she possessed no weapon. Billy Brooke found his sisters in mood silence. "How'd you make out, Connie?” he demanded. “At least as well as you did, be fore you ran away.” “Oh, come. There wasn’t any use of my staying. Why, I’d have only batted him one, if I had.” Constance regarded her brother with a faint smile, the significance of which he was quick to appreciate. “Oh, you needn’t do that,” he growled. “I tell you Connie, I was getting ready to paste him. He knew it, too; another minute and—” “It’s too bad you were so busy you couldn’t wait another minute.” Billy snorted. “Think I’m afraid of him ’eh?” “No, indeed,” said Constance, with ironical emphasis. “I’m sure he never threatened you—” “He’d better not!” —“with anything except work.” William W. Brooke flushed a deep red. “Work!” he blurted. “What do you think of that, Alice? He thinks he’s going to make me work!” “Well, I have to go to school.” said Alice don’t see why yon shouldn’t work or run for Congress, or do something to fill your time. Billy stride the length es the room .and back again, scowling, “Well, anyhow,” he said, “I’ve doped out the proper scheme and I’m going to see about it today." The sisters looked interested; yet ' Constance was cautious. | “We’ll go to Uncles Roscoe. He’ll I I fix it. He’ll do anything for you I i Connie.” Alice pounded a fist into her palm and nodded emphatic approval. “The very thing!” she cried. “Un cle Ros will come down here and run i the whole shebang, if we want him ’ to. And he’s some uncle.” Constance shook her head. i "Well, what’s the matter?” de jmanded Billy. “We are not going to Uncle RosJ coe,” she said firmly. “You are not! even to think of it, Billy.”. “Why not? Wouldn’t do it?” “Perhaps; yes, probably— if he could. That’s not the point, though. We are not going to Uncle Roscoe, or anybody. This our affair.” “Maybe. But suppose we’re not able to tackle it?” “It’s still our affair, just the same,” declared Constance gromly. ‘ “But what’s the objection to call-. ing in help, particularly when it’s' all in the family?” queried Alice. I “Pride! That’s reason enough.” j “Well, I don’t see that dolling our selves up in pride is going to get us anything,” said Billy grouchily. “It may not get us anything,” re marked Constance, “but we still have our pride. I don’t propose to let go of mine, at any rate. Why, think of it! Do you want to make us a laughing stock of all our relatives and friends? Do you suppose we’ll get any sympathy? Granted that Uncle Roscoe might help us out— wouldn’t he be splitting his sides all the time he was doing it? Not for me!” Constance stood up and made a vived gesture with both arms. “Are we going to advertise what has happened to us? Heaven knows it"may come out anyhow, in spite of us. That’s bad enough. Do you real ize what would happen if the news papers got hold of this? Have you thought of that?” Alice looked startled. “I don’t propose to be laughed at, | if I can help it,” declared Constance ■ her voice rising. “Besides, this is I our business and nobody else’s I’m I not going to trot around looking for comfort on the outside. If we can’t handle this thing ourselves, then we deserve what we’re getting. So far as I’ve ever heard, the Brookes al ways fought their own battles.” Constance was a very fair represen tative of Brooke going into combat. Her eyes were snapping and there was a tilt to her chin. “No, sir, Billy Brooke,” looking her brother squarely in the eye. “You don’t go to Uncle Roscoe with this, or anybody else. And, if there’s any way to help it, you’re not to let people find out about i.” He shrugged his substantial shoul ders and looked despairingly at Alice “I suppose we’re to stand for any thing then,” he grumbled. ■ “Not necessarily,” said Constance. “I haven’t quit, anyhow. I’ll admit I can’t see the way out-—yet. But that doesn’t mean that I won’t find one—or you, or Alice. Heavens! What do we have brains for?” “So we can get a headache,” drawled Alice. "I’m tired of think irig about it already.” Constance ignored the remark. “Let’s all put our minds to it and get together on it tonight, of we can,” she concluded. “It’s a pity if we can’t do something. And mean time, mind you, Billy—and Alice— not a word to anybody, even the servants—except perhaps, Horace.” The Brooke butler was occasional ly consulted in hisfcxtra capacity as an oracle. “Oh, all right*” sighed Billy. By the way, Connie,, you’re sure you haven’t got a ten-spot?” “I’ve got less than three dollars.” “How about you, Alice?” “I’m flat.” Then she brightened.. “Why, this is allowance day!” “Gee whiz! That’s right; I for got. But say—” Billy stopped short and regarded his sisters -with an expression of dreadful doubt. “Do we—do we—” His voice sounded hollow and fal tered again. To Be Continued) *> OPEN NOSTRILS! 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