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Mamed Life the I Bird \ear
WARREN SCOLDS HELEN FOR FORGETTING. BUT LEAVES HIS WATCH
UNDER THE PILLOW.
By MABEL HERBERT TURNER
<<XTOW, you'd better g< « : tri
get everything .
night. You won't i-.ivi any
time in the morning. We’ll be >t Plym
outh by 5."
"At 5?" Helen turned from the r;<i
Ing, where she v.a» watching the f. .nt
glimmer of a distant lighthouse tl
first sign of land Why A.irren. th»'
won't us off that early"
"They’ll put us off whenever we get
there. I told you the' weren't going
to dock We re t> be put off on .< ten
der—the ship don't dock until she gets
to Hamburg "
“A tender—ds that the small boat
which comes out to meet us?
"That's it. Now, vou hustle down
and get things into shaj • 111 have a
•moke and be down a ittle later.”
It was the last night of the voyage,
and Helen longed to stay up on deck.
EX’sry one was standing around watch
ing the far-off light and talking of the
extreme southern course the shin had
taken to avoid the icebergs, and the
time they had lost.
They all seemed imbued with the
restless anticipation that • omes with
the sighting of land. Only the f.-w
London passengers were getting off at
Plymouth, but those booked through to
Hamburg were equally excited
Reluctantly Helen went down to the
stateroom to "pack up." She knew
Warren's "smoke" would end in a game
of whist in the smoking room, where he
spent most of his time during the trip.
Rut she had hoped that this last night
they would spend on deck togethei
Because of the small stateroom she
had tried not to unpack many things,
but one article after another had been
needed during the trio, and now she
found the repacking no small task
It was after 11 when, at last. she
was through, bathed and in her berth.
But Warren had not yet come down
and he still had his things to pack.
She would gladly have done it for him,
but he would never let her Said he
could never find things when site put
them in. •
At length there was a heavy step
down the passageway, and he threw
open the stateroom door.
“Al! through?" as he began to tak>
off his collar.
"Why, yes. dear, almost an hour ago.
It'» nearly 12, Isn't it? You know you've
everything to pack, and those steamer
rugs to strap up""
"Now, don't you worry about me. I’ll
have plenty of time for all I've got to
do. I told that steward to rout me out
at 4."
"But. dear." as he was rapidly mak
ing ready for bed, "you're not going to
leave everything till morning and
you'll have to shave, too""
"Look here—you're ready, aren't you"
Well, see that you art —and don't go off
forgetting half your things. I'll attend
to mine."
And he turned out the light and
Climbed heavily into the upper berth
It seemed to Helen that she had
hardly fallen asleep when the steward
pounded loudly on the door.
'Bath ready, sir Four o'clock'."
While Helen was dressing and before
Warren came back from his bath an
other steward knocked at'the door
"Luggage ready for Pyimouth,
ma'am ?'
Helen opened the door and pointed
to her steamer trunk and bag "These
are ready—but Mr. Curtis hasn't quite
finished packing yet.”
"He’ll have to hurry ma'am," as he
dragged hers out. "Almost all the lug
gage i.s off now "
"Oh, is the tender here already?"
anxiously
"She’s been here for an hour. She's
'round on t'other side."
"Oh. Warren, you’ll have to liurty."
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' her, alreadv and they're putting on
’ the baggage!”
' Warren grunted something under
hi“ breath hut he began to hurry.
"Cnn't I help you? Isn't there any
thing I can do'.’”
Yes Just get out and let me have
what room there Is."
Helen gathered up Iter hat and veil
i and went out Into the passage to put
i them on She could hear Warren
I moving hastily about.
| "Luggage re:uly, ma'am .’" It was the I
chief steward thi« time.
I—l think so," she faltered, and
he knocked at the stateroom.
"Luggage ready, sir" Everybody s on
now. sit She’s ready to pull off."
The words struck terror to Helen
I but Warren threw open the door w ith
i a r<nigh :
"Well if you put people off at this
outlandish hour you’ll have to wait
till they got ready. Here, you can
take this trunk"
Through the open dour Helen could
see Warren thrusting things Into hl«
suit case with more haste than she
had ever seen him exert His hat was
on the back of his head and he was
unmistakably worried. She longed to
go jn and help him. but feared he
would only roar at her to keep out of
the way. Suddenly he i-tiled;
"Where’s the sha wist ra p?"
"Why. isn't it there?" rushing in to
find him struggling with the big roll
of steamer rugs and coats and looking
desperately about for the shawlstrap.
"Where't! you tint it?" he shouted
"Why, dear, I didn't see it; you un
rolled the rugs"
"Ye«. and I put it right there on top
of that wardrobe."
Helen climbed up on the berth to
look on top of the wardrobe but only
a life preserver was there In the
meantime Warren was ringing wildly
for the stateroom steward swearing
under his breath
Here the chief steward appeared
again at the door "They're waiting,
sir The captain says the’ll have to
put off in a moment "
"Well they’ll not go without us!
We're booked for London and they've
got to land tt.s here. It's the line's
fault for putting passengers off at this
indecent hour Here, you!" as the
stateroom steward rushed up. "We put
a shawlstrap on top of that wardrobe—
what did you do with it?" *
"Sorry, sir. didn't see it, sir,” and he
began a hurried search.
Now tin y were all searching—Helen
Warren, the room steward and the
thief steward. At any other time it
would have struck Helen as Irresisti
bly funny' these four people falling
over each other in their frantic search
for a shawlstrap in that tiny state
room
Rut with the tender waiting and no
way to take the rugs and coats, the
situatlon was far from humorous.
Now the second officer came tn the
door to find out what was the trouble,
and to say the captain could hold the
tender only three mlhutes longer
"He'll hold her till we get on." al
most shouted Warren "or I’ll raise a
row at your London office that your
whole blame line will hear from!'*
Then to the room steward, "Get a rope
and rope up those rugs! No use look
ing for that strap!"
The steward dashed out for a rope,
ami in a gecond two of them were on
their knees tying up the rugs The
chief steward caught up the rest of the
hand baggage ami fairly swept them
down to the tender.
Although only a few of the passen
gers were landing at Plymouth, many
of the others were up to see them off.
And now as Helen hurried on, she
flushed hotly under the rnanv disap
proving eyes. All these people knew It
; was for them that the boat had been
kept waiting.
• The tender Itself was something like
a terryboat, and tile other passengers,
who with their baggage had come on
board in plenty of time, stood in a little
group at the bow Helen bowed and
smiled to a few she had met on the
: trip, but she felt they were talking of
her and Warren, and wondering what
had kept them.
Already the sailors were pulling up
the ropes in a moment they would be
. off. There was a heavy morning mist
w hich obscured the shore and ev.n the
i masts Os the big ship that still loomed
up beside them.
Just as she began to put off a shout
( of "Hold!" went up from the deck, ami
Warren's stateroom steward camo
rushing down to the railing
It's for Mr t'urtis M Curtis!" he
• cried, as he leaned far ovcj- and gave
I something to one of the tender office s
‘ Just as thfy swung away.
, Every one turned to look at Warren
f as the Officer handed it to him. Helen
i caught the glint of gold it was his
w atch!
' , Quickly Warren slipped it into his
‘ pocket, but not before they had all seen
s or guessed what It was There was a
( gene’al laugh, in which he was forced
to join, as he waxed back his thanks to
? the steward.
"Your watch!" cried Helen untact
fullx "Oh, where did you leave it"”
» "I ndor the pillow. I suppose." he
snapped "Now, you'll have something
4 to harp on for the next six months "
I "Why. Warren, you know I never ’ld
I harp on anything. Only you were so
I hurried! If you only hail packed las'
I night, and—"
I "Packed you- grandmother It was
I that infernal shawl strap that made
I the trouble. If you hadn't hidden It
llaway in one of your *straightenin-up
I. w .
I y>u put the blamt d thing that's wha
lil want to know ! "
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By Meta Simmins, Author of “Hushed Up"
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
He nodded dismissal to the clerk and
opened the telegram almost slowly
Then, as he stared at the blue-pasted
printed slips on the flimsy sheet before
him, his face whitened:
“Dieppe.
“Poor Lumsden died this morning.
Break news to his daughter. All particu
lars when we meet this afternoon at
usual place. JEX.”
The paper fluttered in Saxes hand.
The fool, the mad. clumsx fool, to send
such a telegram as that' Furious rage at
lex flamed up in Saxe s heart His face,
as he sat there huddled over the broad
desk, was not pleasant. To send that
insane telegram that would set every
tongue in England wagging No doubt,
for all he knew, it already was common
knowledge In the office outside, he had
not the least doubt that his telegrams
were opened, even though, as this one
was. they were addressed in full with a
“Private” regally added to the address
Did the old idiot wish to draw atten
tion to the matter ’
Just for a moment the thought flashed
through Saxes mind that Jex perhaps
had sent the news In this odd. public
way out of sheer malice. He sometimes
had his doubts of Jex Suppose the cur
should turn and try to bite"
At the thought a sound escaped from
Paul Saxes lips that, sounding in his
own ears, brought him upright He raised
his head and looked about the room with
bright, furtlce eves. His nerveless cow -
bright, furtive eyes His nerveless cow
over him that he should have suffered that
spasm of sick fear*?
He stood up and. crossing the room,
glanced at himself in the strip of mirror
set above the mantelpiece For a mo
ment his aspect startled him. his face
was almost livid, and there were drops
of sweat glistening on his brow As he
stared at himself it almost seemed as
though his piqued vanity came to his
aid. helping him to draw himself to
gether. He went through his private door
into the elaborate dressing room across
I ihe corridor. Ten minutes later, when he
came out. there was no trace of his agi
tation visible about him
Indeed, as he walked through the outer
( offices, the clerks glanced after him. he
carried himself so erect and walked with
such a swing, wearing his silk hat set
at a rakish angle
There's something good in the wind
i for m lord. the office box whispered to
| one of the typists who sat near him
The Beau Brummel of Chichester '< >use
' s after some igh old game
Perhaps rhe angle of his hat had read
justed itself when, later in the day, he
‘ reached the house bx the river, for he
I presented a verx sober, not to sax . has
i tened. aspect to the servant who re- i
-rived him. She was not sure whether'
J her mistress could see him. she had only j
returned home a few hours ago and was
very tired. Saxe sent in. his on
which lie had penciled a few’ words.
Betty had not been In the Croft many
hours, having only left the Chantrey, at
Kenilworth, that morning. There had
been strange happenings at that lonely
house set in a cleft of the downs, hap
penings that had left her tired In mind
and body. She was weary, too. with
apprehension as to what the future might
hold for the man and woman she had
left behind her the blind man raving in
delirium now’, who was being nursed by
the wife he had repudiated, and whom he
would never again see.
She* had been thankful to find that her
father had not yet returned from the Con
tinent and now', for Paul Saxe’s card to
be sent in! She glanced at the pencilled
words.
“I am more than sorry to disturb you.”
Saxe had scribbled, “but I am afraid I
must ask you to see me.” The girl felt
as though a hand of ice had been laid
on her heart Had some harm come to
Jack 0 That was her first thought.
“Tell Mr. Saxe I shall be with him
presently.” she said.
Paul Saxe, waiting in the pleasant
drawing room of the Croft, found the
waiting more than usually tedious. He
did not relish the task before him. After
leaving his office he had driven down to
Westminster and found Jex now returned
The news the man had given him had
been more disquieting than the telegram,
which had been oddly delayed in its de
livery. Jex had given rather an ugly
account of Sir George Lumsden’s last
hours The man had died by his own
hands, it seemed: there were ugly for
malities -there might be inquiries Paul
Saxe felt as though Fate, with a giant
hand, had broken those fine-spun fila
ments of his webs in an utterly wanton
destruction.
Then Bettx came She looked wan and
harassed, and. to do the man justice,
his heart smote him that he must harass
her more He looked at her anxiously
and solicitously, if this life of strain con
tinued much longer she would lose her
looks: she belonged to that fine-grained
type which shows the ravages of grief too
clear! x
"Miss Betty” Even as he took her hand
and spoke her name the girl had an ap
prehension of some evil. She shrank
away from him. looking at him wdth fur
tively searching eyes.
“What Is it has anything happened”
Oh. 1 see it in your face’ Tell me Don't
try to make things easy for me.'
“Your father ' he began, and he could
hear her give a short, quick breath of
relief He knexx what that relief be
tokened She thought be had come to
speak of her lover of the man In prison
His fare darkened
Xlmost as though *he were ashamed of
i 'ha’ moment of relief. Bettx’ turned and
questioned him
“What of mx father, she asked.
’ "I won’t beat abodt the bush. Miss
i Berry," he said. "Your father is dead."
The dusk was falling—the cruel, early
■ gray dusk of a January afternoon, when
t Betty Lumsden slipped down the drive
I of the Croft. In all that lonely house be
' hind her there was no one to say her no.
- to question her comings or goings, and
1 yet as she went she felt like a fugitive.
1 She was flying- from what? She hardly
t knew. From the vague terror that Paul
1 Saxe's news had left behind it. So far
i she had shed no tears for her father;
' there was grief for him in her heart, a
s dumb, tearless grief—not so much because
he was dead, but because of what he had
i- become —of what had led up to that death.
. Still, he had been her father, and they
, had loved one another dearly In the old
I days, the days before Edith's marriage.
they had been a very happy family- and
■ at least he had been her protector.
I Her protector! As she ran she stum
i bled and nearly fell. Heaven knew how
I badly she stood in need of a protector—
) how desolate she was! Taul Saxe had
hinted at unutterable things; but she did
i not need his hints—her imagination had
been quick to leap to the position in which
, she would find herself as the daughter
of a discredited suicide who had left her
‘ no heritage save shame and the harvest
? of his debts.
That could have been faced, she told
, herself. But Saxe had hinted at other
things As she listened to him she
seemed to feel herself caught in a net
i that was being pegged down on every
, side of her by relentless fingers. He had
spoken, with the utmost delicacy—she
conceded so much to him—Of his desire
to aid and save her. of how he wished
t her to look upon him in the light of an
i elder brother until such time as her af
fairs had straightened themselves, or
. until her brother-in-law was able to offer
1 her a home. It was that touch which
i had frightened Betty Paul Saxe must
have known it so well, the true state of
1 the relations between herself and her
family and Anthony Barrington
To Be Continued in Next Issue.
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PA brought up a frend of his to the
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Wife, sed Pa, I want you to meet my
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sed Pa. Mister Doyle, shake hands
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I am pleased to meet you. sed Ma to
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Mister Doyle is a grate singer, sed
Pa.
You doant say so, sed Ma.
If you think you know sumthing
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idees wen you hear Mister Doyle sing
The Moth & the Flame.
I am all ears, sed Ma. lam used to
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So then Mister Doyle got up & got
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want to sing. He was only doing it to
please Pa.
I will sing the sextette from Lushy,
sed Mister Doyle.
But Pa in-sisted that Mister Doyi»
shud sing the Moth & the Flame, so
he started:
The moth A- the flame playefl n gam»
one day,
The game of a woman’s heart.
The moth that played was a maid, thay
sed,
& the flame was a bad man’s art.
& the moth newer knew, as it flew so
close,
That the light was the light of shame,
& it fluttered away just in time, so
thay say,
That's the tale of the Moth <t the
Flame.
Isent that a impresive song? sed Pa.
It certingly is, sed Ma. Ma was try
ing to be nice.
Now, sed Pa. wud you like to hear
Mister Doyle sing sumthing else?
I wud not, sed Ma.