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THE GRADY COUNTY PROGRESS. CAIRO. GEORGIA.
Her Hand
fe Barr M^Cutcheon
i OlialllB Wrandall In found murdered in
-a t oad houso near New York. Mra. Wran
dall Ib summoned from the a’lty and ideii-
/your
young woman who ac-
tirtoB the bod;
t'ompiinloa
•^'nuently disappeared, Is. suspected,
Mr.B. Wrandall starts back for New YorU
n an auto during a blinding snow stori
On the way» she moots a yotjm? woman
-n™,,,™-,-..— ts a youp* \
the road who proves to be "th«
who t killed Wrandall. Feelfnir
Yt ' W”' 1 , l »ad done her a service In ridding hor
j the man who though site loved him
i deeply had causod her great sorrow,
j -Mry. Wrandall determines to shield her
’) * nn,di takes her to her own home. Mrs.
' ' iv Crandall hears the story of Hetty Cas-
■ \ tleton a life, except that portion that re-
‘■•V!|j8|Wes to Wrandall. This and the story of
Hn^tuo/ tragedy sho forbids the girl over to
■■fir; tell. She offers Hetty a Home, friendship
l ii/ -and security from perl) on account of the
tragedy. Mrs. Sara Wrandall and Hetty
the homo of his parents. Sara Wrandall
, and Hetty return to New York after an
l absence of a year In Europe. Leslie
Wrandall, brother of Chains* makes lilm-
aett useful to Sara and becomes greatly
/ Interested In Hetty. Sara sees in Lob-
lie’s Infatuation possibility for revertga on
tHe ,Wrandalls and reparation for the
wrongs she 1 suffered at, tho hands of
. Chains. Wrandall hy marrying his mur
deress Into the family. Leslie, in -com
pany with his friend Brandon Booth, an
urtist, visits Sara at her country pltice.
X^eslls confesses to Sara that lie Is madly
with Hetty. Sara arranges wlth
in love
ijooth tc
lias a haunting feeling that ho ,
Hetty before. Looking through a port
folio of pictures by an unknown English'
. artist he finds one of Hetty. IIo speaks
■to lior about it; H v otty declares It must
bd p. picture of Hetty Glynn, an English
.actress, who resembles her very much.
HSP CHAPTER IX.—Continued.
* !/SppfLesUe was coming out on an evening
' -train. Booth, In commenting on this,
again remarked a sharp change In Met
ty’s manner. They had been convors-
ing somewhat bouyantly up to'the mo
ment he mentioned Leslie’s Impending
vtslt. In a flash hor manner changed.
A quick but unmistaknble frown sue :
ceeded her smiles, and for some.rea
son she suddenly relapsed into a state
of reserve that was little short of sul
len. He was puzzled, as he had .been
before.
■ The day was hot. Sara volunteered
to take him home In the motor. An
errand In thp village was the excuse
■she gave 'for riding over with him.
I-ieretofore she had sent him over
alone with the chauffeur. ,
- She looked very handsome, very
tempting, as She came down to the
■car.
“By Jove,” he said to hlmBelf, "she
‘.Is wonderful!"
Ho handed her into the ear with the
grace of a cpurtler, and' she smiled
upon him serenely, as a princess might
have smiled ^n the days when knight
hood was in flower. ,
When she sat him down at his little
garden gate, he put the question that
had been seething in his mind all the
way down the‘shady stretch they liad
| traversed.- .
■ ■ “Have you ever Seen'Hetty Glynn,
the English actress?”
0 Sara was always prepared. She knew
the question would come when least
• Vexpeoted.
“Oh, yes," she replied, with inter
est. “Have you noticed the resem
blance? They ar.e as like as two peas
In a pod. Isn’t it extraordinary?"
fUl ‘ He was a hit jst&ggered. .“I .have
||K -never seen Hetty Glynn,” he replied,
it. “Oh? You have Been photographs
. .-of het?"?she inquired casually.
*»; jv. “What ijas becomeofher?” he ask-
g ed, Ignoring her questfon. “Is she still
P . ’-on the stage?” ,
- , “Heaven knows," she replied lightly.
"Miss'Castleton and L were speaking
. -of her last night. We were together
■ r the last time I saw her. Who knows?
Item
. “It’s All Tommy-Rot;” Ho Growled
, . :3he may hayo married into the nohlli-
H i- ty by this time. She was a very poor
gctreBS, but tho loveliest thing in the
worl3—excepting our Hetty,
■course.”-
if ha-could" have seen the troubled
H “ look in'her eyes as she was whirled
■off to the viliagb, he might not have
8 gone about the cottage with such a
blithesome air. Hp wob happier than
!he -had been in days, and all because -*
Hetty Glynn!
Ldslla Wrandall did not arrive by
' the evening train. Ho telephoned late
. in the afternoon, not th Hetty but to
- Sara, to say'tlmt ho was unavoidably
■’ detained and would not leave New
York until the next morniug.. Some
thing tn his voice, in his manner
‘speaking,, disturbed, her. She went
' „ "bed that night with two sources of un
easiness threatening her peace
.mind, She scented peril.
The motor -met him at the station
and Sara was waiting for him in the
cool, awning-covered verandah as ’he
drove up. There was a Bullen, dissat
isfied look In his face. She was stretch
ed out comfortably; lazily, in a great
ohaise-lounge,-her black little slippers
peeping out at him with perfect aban
donment,
“Hello," he said shortly. She gave
him her hand. “Sorry I couldn't get
out last: night.” He shook her hand
rather ungraciously.
“We miSBed you,” she said. “Pull up
chair. 1 was never so lazy as now.
Dear mo, I am afraid I’ll get stout and
gross.”
‘‘Spring fever,” he announced. He
was plainly out of sorts. “I’ll stand, if
you d^n’.t mind. Beastly tiresome, sit
ting in a hot, stuffy train."
He took a.couple of turns across .the
porch, his eyes, shifting in the eager,
annoyed manner of one-who.seeks for
something that, in the correct order of
things, ought to be plalffly Visible.
Pleads sit down, Leslie. You make
me nervous, tramping about like that.
Wo can’t go in for hhlt an hour or
more.”
“Can’t go in?” he demanded, sto]
ping before her. He began to pull at’
his little moustache. '
No. Hetty’s posing. They won’t
permit oven me to disturb them.”
He glared. With a flual, almost dra
matic twist he gave, over Jerking at
his moustache, and grabbed up a chair,
which he put-down beside her with a
vehenuince that spoke plainer than
words.
‘I say,” he began, scowling in %he
direction of the doorway, “how long is
he going to be at this Silly job?"
‘Silly job? Why, it is to be a mas
terpiece," she cried.
"I asked you how long?"
“Oh, how can I tell? WeekB, per
haps. One can’t prod a genius.”
“It's all tommy-rot,” he growled.
I suppose I’d better take the next
train back to town."
‘Don’t you like talking with me?”
she inquired, with a pout.
Of course I do,” he made haste to
say. “But do you mean to say they
won’t let anyhody in whefe-^- Oh, I
say! This Is rich!”
“Spectators upset the muse,
words to that effect.”
He Stared gloomily -at his cigarette
ease for a moment. Then he carefully
selected a cigarette and flipped It on
the back of his Hand;
"See here, Sara, I’m going to get
this oil my chest," he said bluntly.
I’ve been thinking it over all week.
Ii don’t llko this portrait painting non
sense.”
Dear me! Didn’t you suggest it?”
she Inquired innocently, *ut all the
time her heart was beating violent
time to the song of triumph.
Ho was jealous. It was what she
wanted, what she had hoped for all
along. Her purpose now, was to en
courage the ugly flame that tortured
him, to fan it into fury, fo make it un
endurable. She knew him well: His
supreme egoism could not withstand
an attack upon its complacency. Like
all the Wrandalls, he had the habit
of -thinking too wail of himself. He
possessed a clearly-defined sense a
humor, but it did not begin to include
self-sacrifice among its endowments
He had never been able to laugh at
himself for the excellent reason that
some thlngB were truly sacred to him
She realized this, and promptly
laughed at him. He stiffened.
Don’t snicker, Sara,” he growled
He took time to light his cigarette,,and
at the same time to consider his an
swer to hor question. “In a way, yes,
suggested a tort of portrait,
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he announced with finality. This was "The Murgatroyds go back to old
intended to bowl her over completely. Henry, straight as a plummet. ’Gad,
She looked at him for an Instant, what Vivvy doesn’t know about Brit-
and then shook her head. "I’d like to
be able to wish you good ludk.”
Ho stared. "You don’t moan to Bay
she’d be fool enough—” ho began In
credulously, but caught himself up in
time. “Of course, Td have to take my
chances,” he concluded, with more hu
mility than she had ever seen him dis
play. "Do you know of any one else?"
"No,” she said seriously. ’’She doesn’t
confide in me to that extent, I fear.
I!ve never asked.”
“Do you think there was any one
back there In England?" He put it
in the past tense, so to speak, as if
there couid be no -question about tho
presont.
“Oh, I daro say."
Ho \yas regaining his complacency.
"That’s neither here nor there,” he
declared. Tho thing I want you to do,
Sara, is to rush this confounded por
trait. I don’t like the idea, not a little
bit."
“I don’t blame you for being afraid
of the attractive Mr. Booth," she said
. with a significant lifting of her eye-
ows.
“I’m going to have it over with be
fore I go up to town, my dear girl,” ho
announced, in a matter-of-fact way,
“I’ve given the whole• situation a
deuce of a lot of thought, .and I’ve
made up my mind to do it. I'm not
the sort, you know, to delay matters
once my mind's made up. By Jove,
Sara, you ought to be pleased. I’m
not such a rotten catch, if I do Bay It
who shouldn't/’
She was perfectly Bttll for a long
time, so still that she did not appear
to be breathing. Her eyes grew dark
er, more mysterious. If he had taken
ish aristocracy isn't worth knowing.
She looked it up the tlmo they tried to
convince her she ought to marry tho
dulte. But sho’s fond of Hetty. Sho
says sho's a darling. She's right:
Hetty is too good for me.”
Sara swished her gown about and
rose gracefully from the chaise-
longue. Extending her hand to him
Bhe said, and he was never to forget
tho deep thrill in her voice:
“Well, I wish you good luck, Loslie.
Don’t take no for an answer."
"Lord, it she should say no,' 1 he
gasped, confronted by the possibility
of BUch stupidity on Hetty’s part.
You don’t think sho will?”
Her answer was a smile of doubt,
the effect of which was to destroy his
tranquility for hours.
It is time for lunohoon. I suppose
the pains to notice, he would have Been
id.
course. A sketchy thing,. something
like that, you know. But not an all
summer operation.” -
But she doesn’t mind," explained
Sara. “In fact, she is enjoying It. She
and Mr. Booth get on famously to
gether.’’ .
She likes' him, eh?”
Certainly. Why shouldn’t she like
him? He is adorable.".
He threw his cigarette over the rail
ing. “Comes here every day,, I sup
poBe?”
“My dear Leslie, he* is to do me as
soon as he has finished with her,
don't like yoUr manner.”
“Oh," he said in a dull sort of won
der. No one had ever cut hljn short
in Just, that way before. "What’s up,
Sara? Have I done anything out of
tho way?” v
“You are very touchy, it seems to
me.”
"I'm sore about this confounded por
trait monopoly.” '
"I’m sorry, Leslie. I suppose you
will have to give in, however. We ore
three to one against you—Hetty, Mr,
Booth and I."
“I see,” he said, gather blankly.
Then he drew his chair closer.' “See
here, Sara, you knowTm’terribly keen
about her. I thtnlc about her, I dream
about her, I— oh, well, here It. is In
nutshell: I’m in love with her. Now
do you understand?"
“I don’t see how you coul<J help be
ing In love with her," Bhe said calmly.
“I believe it is a-habit men have where
she is' concerned.”.
“You’re, not surprised?" he cried,
hlms’elf surprised. •
“Not In tho least."
‘i mean' to ask her to marry me,'
that her fingers were rigii
"l am pleased," she said, very gently
She could have shrieked the words
How she hated all these Bmug Wran
dalls!
I came td the decision yesterday,’’
he went on, tapping the arm of the
chair, with his finger tips, as if timing
his words with care and precision
Spoke to dad about it at lunch,
was coming out on the five o'clock, as
d planned, but he seemed to think
d better talk it over with the mater
first. Not that she would be likely to
kick up a row, you know, but—well,
for policy’s sake. See what I me'an?
Decent thing to do, you know. Sho
never quite got over the way you and
Chal stole a march on her. God knowB
I'm not like Chal.”
Her eyes narrowed again. "No,” she
said, “you are not like your brother. 1
“Chal was all right, mind you, in
what he did,” he added hastily, noting
tho look. .‘‘I would do the same, ’pon
my soul I would, if there were any
senseless objections raised In my
case. But, of couse, it was right for
me to talk it over with her, just the
same. So I stayed in and gave them
all the chance to say. what they
thought of me—and, incidentally, of
Hetty. Quite the decent thing, don’‘
you think? A fellow’s mother- is his
mother, after all. See what I mean?"
She is quite satisfied, then, that
you are not throwing yourself away on
Miss Castleton," said Sara, with -
deep breath, which he mistook for
sigh.
“Oh, trust mother to nose Into
things. She knows Miss Castleton'
pedigree from the ground up. There’
Debrett,, you' see. What's more, you
can’t fool her ,ln a pinch. Sho kmjw
blood when she sees, it Father hasn'
the same sense of proportion, however.
He says you never can tell.”
Sara was startled. “What do you
mean?”
Oh, It’s nothing to speak of ; only
way he has of grinding mother once
In a while. He uses you as an exam
ple to prove that you never can .tell,
and mother has to admit that he’
right. You have upset every one
her pet theories. She sees it now, but
—whew!* - She couldn’t seo it in the
old days, could she?”
“I foar not.” said she iu a low voice,
Her eyes smouldered. “It' is quite nat
ural that she should not want you
make the mistake'your brother made
"Oh, please don’t put it that way,
Sara. You make me feel like a con
founded prig, because that’s what
corneB to, with them, don't you know
And yet my attitude has always been
clear to them where you're concerned
I was strong for you from tho begin
ning. All that silly rot about—”
"Please, please!" she burst out,
quivering all over.
"I beg your pardon,” he Btammered,
"You—you know how I mean it, dear
girl."
"Please leave me out of it, Leslie,
she said, collecting herself. Aftej a mo
ment sho went on calmly. "And so you
are going to marry my poor little Het
ty, and they are all pleased with the
arrangement.’.’
"If she’ll have me,” he said with
wink,' as if to say there wasn’t any
use doubting it. "They’re tickled
death.”
. "Vivian?” .
"Viv’s a snob. She says Hetty 1
mhch too good for me, blood and bone,
What business, says she, has a Wran
dall aspiring to the descendant
Henry the Eighth!” ®
. “What!"
he exclaimed. "You must be eager to
see my life blood scattered all over
creation. But, speaking of volplaning,
I’vo had three lessons this week. Next
week Bronson says I’ll be flying llko
a gull. ’Gad, It’s wonderful. I’ve had
two tumbles, that’s all—little ones,
of course—net result a barked knee
and a peeled elbow.”
"Watch out you’re not flying llko
an anget before you get through with
it, Les," cautlondtl tho painter. * "I Bee
that a well-known society leader ’ in
Chicago was killed yesterday."
Oh, 1 love tho danger there is in
,"Wlmt the devil -was there to laugh
nt, Brandy?” he demanded of his
friend aftor the women had left them
together on the porch a few minutes
inter. Hetty had gone upstairs with
Mrs. Wrandall, her arm clasped tight
ly about tho older woman’s waist.
"I dare say sho was thinking about
you falling a milo or two," Bald Booth
pleasantly.
But he was perplexed.
CHAPTER X.
said Wrandall carelessly. "That’s
what gives zest to tho sport."
He Blinked in Astonishment.
we’ll have to interrupt them. Perhaps
it is just as well, for your sake,” she
said tauntingly.
He’ grinned, but it was a sickly ef
fort.
You're the one to spoil anything of
that sort,” ho said, with some as-
cerblty.
“I?”
"Certainly,” he said with so much
meaning in the. word that she flushed,
Hetty and Booth came into view at
that lnBtant The painter was laying
a soft, filmy, Bcart over the girl’s bare
shoulders as he followed close behind
her.
Hello!" he orled, catching sight of
Wrandall. “Train latd, old chap?
We’ve been expecting you for the fast
hour. How are you?”
He came up with a frank, gehuine
smile of pleasure on his lips, his hand
extended. Leslie rose to the occasion.
His self-esteem was larger than his
grievance; He shook Booth’s hand
heartily, almost exuberantly.
Didn’t want to disturb you, Bran
dy,” he cried, cheerily. "Besides, Sara
wouldn’t let me.” He then passed on
to Hetty, who had lagged behind,
Bending low over her hand, he said
something commonplace- in a very low
tone, at the same time looking slyly
out of the corner of his eye to see if
BoCth wbb taking it all in. Finding
that his friend was regarding him rath
er'fixedly, he obeyed a sudden impulse
and raised the girl’s slim hand to his
lips. As suddenly'he released her fin
gers and straightened up with a look
6f surprise in his eyeB; he had dis
tinctly heard the agitated catch in her
fhroat. She was staring at her hahd
in a stupefied sort of way, holding
rigid before her eyes for a moment
before thrusting it behind her back
as if it wore a thing to be shielded
from all scrutiny save her own.
"You must not kiss it again, Mr,
Wrandall,” she said in a low, intense
voice. Then she passed-him by and
hurried up the stairs, without so much
as a glance over her shoulder.
He blinked in astonishment. All of
a sudden there swept over him the
unique sensation of ehyness—most
unique in him. He had never been
ashamed before in all his life. Now
he was curiously conscious of having
overstepped the bounds,, and for the
first time to be shown hts place by
girl. This to him, who had i
scruples about boundary lines.
All through luncheon he was vola
tile and gay. There was a bright spot
in his cheek, however, that betrayed
him to Sara, who already suspected
the* temper of his thoughts. He talked
aeroplaning without cessation, direct
ing most of hie conversation to Booth,
yet thrilled with pleasure each time
Hetty laughed at hiB sallies. Ho was
beginning to feel like a half-baked
schoolboy in her presence, a most
plorablo state of affairs he had to
admit.
,“If you hate the 'trains so much,
and your automobile is out of whack,
why don’t you 'try volplaning down
from the Metropolitan tower?" de
mandod Booth in response to his lugu
brlous wall agalnBt the beastly luck
of having to go about In railway
coaches with a lot of rod-eyed, nose
blowing people who hadn’t got used
to their spring underwear yet,
"Sinister suggestion, I must say,
"I love it, too,” said Hetty, her eyes
feel of
ngleam. "The glorious fBel of the
wind as you rush through ltl And
yet one seems to be standing perfect
ly still in the air when one is halt a
mile high and going fifty miles an
hour. Oh, it is woftde'rful, Mr. Wran
dall.”
“I’ll take you ,out in a week or two.
Miss CastletoiY, if you’ll trust your
self with me.”
"I will go,” she announced promptly.
Booth frowned. “Better wait a
bit,” ho counseled.. “Risky business,
Miss Castleton; flying about with
fledgelings."
“Oh, come now!” expostulated
Wrandall with some heat. "Don't be
wet blanket, old man.”
"1 was merely suggesting she’d bet
ter wait till you’ve got used to your
wings.”
Jimmy Van Wiokle took his wife
with him the third time up," Bnld Les
lie, as if that wore the last word in
aeroplaning.
It’B common report that she keeps
Jimmy level, no matter whore sho's
got him," retorted Booth.
“I dare sny Miss Castleton can
hold me level," said Leslie, with a pro
found bow to her. "Can’t you, Miss
Castleton?"
She smiled. "Oh, as for that, Mr,
Wrandall, I think we can all trust you
to cjing pretty closely to your own
level."
"Rather amblguouB, that," he re
marked dubiously. ’
She means you never get below it,
Leslie,” said Booth, enjoying himself.
That's the one great principle in
aeroplaning," Bald Wrandall, quick to
recover. "Vivian says I’ll break my
neck some day, but admits it will be
a heroic way of doing It. Much nobler
than pitching out of an automobile or
catapulting over a horse's head in
Central park'.” He paused for effect
before venturing his next conclusion
‘It must be ineffably sublime, being
squashed—or Is it squshed?—after a
drop of a mile or bo, iBn’t it?"
Ije looked to see Miss Castleton
wince, and was somewhaj; dashed to
find that Bhe waB looking out of the
window, quite oblivious to the peril
ho was in figuratively foi* her special
consideration.
Booth was acutely reminded that
the term "prig’’ as applied to Leslie
was a misnomer; he hated the
thought of the other word, which re
flectively he rhymed with “pad.”
It occurred to him early in the
course of this one-sided discussion
that the hostess was making no ef
fort to take i part in it; whether from
lack of interest or because of its friv
olous nature he was, of course un
able to determine. Later, he was
struck by the curious pallor of her
face, and tho lack-luster expression
of her eyes. She seldom removed her
gaze from Wrandall’s face, and yet
there persisted in the observer’i
mind the rather uncanny impression
that she did not hear a word her
brother-in-law was saying. He, in
turn, took to watching her covertly.
At no time did her expression change
For reasons of his own, he did not
attempt to draw her into the conver
sation, fascinated as he wae by the
study of that beautiful, emotionless
face. Once he had the queer sensa
tion of feeling, rather than seeing,
haunted look in her' eyes, but he put
It down to fancy on his part.
And Leslie babbled on in blisBful
ignorance of, not to say disregard for,
this strange ghost, at the feast, for,
to Booth’s mind, the ghost of Challis
Wrandall was there.
Turning to Miss Castleton with
significant look in his eyes, meant to
to call her attention to Mrs. Wrandall,
he was amazed to find that every ves.
tige of color had gone from the girl 1
face. Sho was listening to Wrandall
and replying in monosyllables, but
that she was aware of the other wom
an’s abstraction was not, for an in
stant to be doubted. Suddenly,-.after
a qulclc glance at Sara’s face, she
looked squarely jnto Booth’s eyes, and
he saw in hers an expression of actual
concern, if not alarm.
Leslie was in, the middle of a sen
tence when Sara laughed aloud, with
out excuse or reason. The next in
stant she was looking from one to the
other in a dazed sort of way, as
coming out of a dream.
Wrandall turned scarlet There had
been nothing in his remarks to call
for a laugh, ho was quite sure of that.
Flushing slightly, she murmured some
thing about having thought of an
amusing story, and begged him
go on, she wouldn’t be rude again.
He had little zest for continuing tl e
subject and sullenly disposed of It
a word or two.'
Man Proposes.
The young men cooled their heels
for an hour before word was brought
down to them that Mrs. Wrandall
bogged to be excused for the after
noon on account of a severe head
ache. Miss Castleton was with her,
but would be down later on. Mean
while they were to make themselves
at home, and so on and so forth.
Booth took his departure, leaving
Leslie in sole possession of the porch.
He waB restless, nervous, excited;
half-afraid to stay there and face Het
ty with tho proposal he was deter
mined to make, and wholly afraid to
forsake the porch atul run the risk of,
missing her altogether if she came
down as slgnlflod. Several things
disturbed him. (One was Hetty’s de
plorable failure to hang on hts words
as he had fondly expected her to do;
and then there was that very disqui
eting laugh of Bara’s. A hundred
times over he repeated to himself that
sickening question; "Who* tho Hnvil -
What the devil
was there to laugh at?" and no an
swer suggested itBelf. He was decid
edly cross about it.
Another hour passed. His heels
were quite cool 'by this time, but his
blood was boiling. This was a deuce
of a way to treat a fellow who had
gone to ttie trouble to come all the
way out In a stuffy train, by Jove, it
was! With considerable asperity ho
rang for a servant and commanded
him to fetch a time table,, and to be
quick about it, as there might be a
train leaving before he could get hack
If It took him ag long to find it as,
it took other people to ?emember tlieir'
obligations! H1b sarcasm, failed to
impress Murray, who skid ho thought
there was a schedule in Mrs. Wran-
dall’s room, and he’d get It as soon
as tho way was clear, if Mr. Wrandall
didn’t nilnd waiting.
“If'I minded waiting," snapped Les
lie, 1 "I wouldn’t be here now."
As the footman wbb leaving, Sara’p' 1 '
automobile whirled up to the porte-
cochere.
"Who is going out, Murray?" ho
called in surprise. ‘ >
“M!bs CaBtleton, sir. For the air,
sir.”
“The deuce you say!” gasped tho
harassed Mr. Wrandall. It wae a
pretty kettle of fish!
Hetty appeared a, few minutes later,
attired for motoring.
"0|i, there you are," she said; espy
ing him. "I am, going for a spin.-
Want to come along?"
He swallowed hard. The ends 1 of
his mustache described a pair of ab
solutely horizontal exclamation
points. ‘‘If you don’t mind boing on-
cumbered,” he remarked sourly.
“I don't In the least mind,” said sho
sweetly.
‘Where are you going?” ho aBked
without much enthusiasm. He wasn’t
to be caught appearing eager, not he.
Besides, it wasn’t anything to be flip-'
pant about. ■ 1|L 1 •*> 4* ) '
Yonder,” she sajd, with a liberal
sweep of her arm, taking in the whole
“What the Devil Was There to Laugh'
at, Brandy?”
landscape* "And he home in time to
dress for dinner," she added, as if to
relieve his mind.
"Good Lord!" ho groaned, “do wo
Save to eat again?”
"We have to dress for it, at least,"
she replied.
"I'll go,” he exclaimed, and ambled
off to secure -a cap and coat.
.’’Sara has planned for a' run to
Lenox tomorrow if it doesn’t rain,"
sho Informed.him on his return.
“Oh,” he said, staring.- “Booth-gets
a day off on the portrait, then."
"Being Sunday," she smiled. “We
knock off on Sundays and bank holi
days. But, after all, he doesn’t,really
get a ,holiday.: JJe is, to. go with us,
poor fellow.”''
(To Be continued.)
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