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THE GEOOOIAN’S MAGAZINE PAGE
“The Gates of Silence”
Bv Meta Stmmtns, Author of "Hushed Ip"
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.
If the thought occurred to Rlmlngton
he dashed it aside from his mind He
virs mad where that one idea was con
cerned. It had become an obsession with
him that never lifted its shadow from
his waking thoughts and haunted all his
dreams. He must escape whatever the
leeult—whatever the penalty of failure,
he must escape.
Once or twice, it is true, he thought
longingly of his aunt: the fantastic little
lady who had visited him and propounded
a wild scheme of coming down to Bil
mouth in order that she might live his
and share his suffering! Up had
bedrd nothing of or from her. and his
knowledge of her in the past told him that
if there had been any way by which news
of her could reach him she would have
found out that channel and have used it.
Nn doubt, with her undeniable common
sense, she had discovered the impracti
cability of her scheme, and the end of
his thoughts of her was that even if she
were a* Bilmouth she would have been
no help to him Her house would be the
first to be suspected, and her ev« rv
movement be watched like those of a
known criminal
No hope or help from that quarter. Rim-
Ington knew that very well No hop<* of
help from nn\ known quarter < >nly
surely there was Justice in heaven, and
if this chance ever came to him he must
escape.
His Chance.
The madness grew with brooding the
desire quickened ami throbbed till It be
caine an additional suffering a pain a«
sharp as his longing for Betty ns h’s de
sire for vindication lln must esenuf
About « fortnight nfier his dismli -al ‘
from th? infirmary the d.am e tarn*
The thaw had ended in a week of
steady downpour, and even w 1 en the rain !
had ceased the air had seemed heavy ■
with moisture The n ■•ininr*-. had, for 1
the most part, dawned and more
than nnce Rlmlngton ba. I dreaded that,
owing to the fog. the outno«.r gang would,
be confined to the prison precirn is Hut
this had never once hai ;'•: *> Each da>
the fog had cleared le;.\ eg a Hn • <»f
raw. damp mist, and each da the wil
derness and the fog. for v.ldeh Riming
ten had prayed. I.ad rover returned till •
darkness fell Then, on t’-e e'eventh day.
had come a change
As usual, the morning had dawned
mistily hut had cleared • uffic’entl> to
allow the gang to get to wrk; hut as the
afternoon approached Rim nqton, every
sense alert, noticed that a change was
creeping up over the wild, desolate
country. There war fog In the air—
he seemed to see it rushing up over the
sea Fog, the deliverer!
The thought gave an Impetus to his ;
work that drew Jeering comments from
the men near him.
“Put yer on ter piecework, ’as they, !
mate?” the man nearest said tn him. !
pausing in his own labor He was a big,
muscular looking brute, aith a finely
shaped bead, its lines clearly revealed by
the convict crop, set incongr-io».:ly on
his hull throat. ’’Fair excited yer looks
His thin lips curled In a smile that* re
minded Rlmlngton oddly of ti e smile that
curves the lipa of the Caesar in t’u* I- i
pemrs’ Gallery, and bls eyes, that wore
ver;, blue and very cold-looking, met b’s
with, an enigmatical expression.
“Tcu seem to be taking a flattering in i
terest in me.” Rlmlngton said, forcing
himself to adopt an answering tone
From the first moments of his convict
career he had been fully alive to the ne
cessity of preserving a verbal equality
with his associates so far as was poasi- >
ble The gentleman lag Ir a marked man ,
in more senses than one
Th® other sidled nearer, lowering his
voice, speaking through his teeth, with- I
out lip movement, in the way Rlminglon 1
had learned to understand
“Yer goin’ to make a bolt fer It. ain’t j
yer?” he said, and as Rlmlngton, by a •
movement of his head, made a disclaimer,
he abjured him, with much verbal ern- i
broidery, not to be a liar “I’ve seen it '
tn yer eyes this three weeks back,” he I
said “And terday’s yer chance our [
chance!”
So he had been thinking of ; t, toed Rim-
Ington gave him a startled glance, then j
looked away again One of the warders
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or <>ne of the civil guarH might have seen
them talking -might suspect. But Rim
ington’s thoughts were working quickly
If this man joined him in the attempt
two diffused the trail: it would he »asv
enough to give him the slip afterward
But at first there would be a certain
safety in numbers.*
That, apparently, was the other man’s
thought also, for presently, as the op
portunity occurred, he drew near Rim
ington add spoke again, and f< r the hour
that followed he was often near Rim
ington Then they were separate.i. and
Rlmlngton s eyes and rnind were concen
trated on two things the movements of
the wartiers an*] the specter of the fog
thr.t w.. 0 rolling inland from the se«. not
reaching them yet, but visible and thick
ening ominously
It was odd how this other man’s mind,
working entirely independently of his
own. had yet devised a plat with so many
points **f resemblance To him also the
inadvisability of attempting escape in
the open country, where every point of
. vantage was occupied by a civil guard,
had occurred. His plan was to wait
until they were returning and had al
most reached the tunnel that separated
th** stiuu* workings from the actual prison
property, and then for them to make a
bolt for it one to the right, one to the
left distracting the attention of the
guards, who would be called on lo look
in different directions. Having separated,
the *lash was to be made for open coun
t ry
"Five o'clock, mate.” the convict had
given the signal "The 5 o’clock bell,
and
Would 5 o'clock never come?
How far had he walked'’ How long
j had he be* n wall ing'’ Jack Rimingdon 1
I had lost all idea of time. |'<»r long now
, he sin-med to have forgotten a lime when
1 he was n< t walking, walking on and on
| through the white fog. that seemed to
him now no longer the deliverer, but the
destroy*?!, holiit •: whose white, shroud
I ing curtain lurked a. thousand shapes of
fee r
His bead m hed and reeled and his body
iwas soaked through and through; once
the bad plunged through the fog knee
; deep In a brawling stream, had fallen
Jand stumbled, soaking himself in the wa
tt r. i«-* cold from Its journey down from
|t|o source beyond the shoulders of the
' *ot- H!«* *’tead was that be might be. for
, a” the rensejess energy, moving only in a
circle, instead of Increasing the distance
: between himself and the prison He was
j faint and sick with hunger, and hardly
realized that it wan hbnger: only now’ the
white whorls of the fog were beginning
Ito take definite shape for him. The white
| curtain of the fog bad become full of
| eye:* The <dr was full of expectancy, of
waiting, it came to him that his pursuers
i waited only for him to pause «r halt so
I that they might rush upon him and pull
• him d*»WT. like a pack of hounds
Fagged Out.
He stumbled rn and on, with steps that
| lagged and grow more lagging Then
presently It was not the curtate of the
mist that bid the World from him. sleep
I that was more :< falling of his waking
senses than a voluntary surrender to
slumber tooty Idm «*ut of the ambush * f
i h!s intetise weakness and fatigue He
stumbled yet again, f* 11, ar.d lay heavily
against an excr* ‘-oer*** on the face of
j the moor, that showed black and grim
( ! through the lift’? g ar.d ever-lifting mist
It was broad daylight when he awoke,
■yet still a while world; hoar frost lay
■ ■•■ r r tho biov ti j atched face of the moor,
.» vel! of silver spun like cob
i web over the great tracts rs brake fern
j and f-t:7*» the blackened, leafless tracery
of i ‘ bilberry bushes that here in this
1 desolate spot clothed tie moor save
I where here and there. In broken i laces,
I it showed Its immemorial face of granite
iin great llatened slabs and shattered
I moraines
. Rltnibgt"n r*.used himself with a start
it.*’ looked about him He was stiff and
• chilled with cold, but his brain was clear;
[sleep had chased away th*- mist of last
j night from his brain as the morning sun
| light had sent the fog skulking back out
I to sea
lie remembered all that had happened
: The plan had gone without a hitch
< Just as they had arrange*!, they had
made a bolt for freedom the big con-
I vict, who had stated his name was Winch.
Ito the right, and himself to the left.
I Orders to stop had been shouted after
I them, and, those orders disregarded, shots
had been fired; but the fog had swal
| lowed them up What had happened to
Hie other man ’ Was he still at large?
I Rimington hoped so, poor wretch, since
his punishment would be v«*ry heavy, see
ing that this was the man’s third at
tempt to break prison.
lie raised himself cautiously and
looked about hml So far as bls eyes
could see there was no sign «»f human
life or human habitation. The moor
stretched white and sparkling in the sun
light. unbroken to the horizon; of the
!»ris*»n. that grim fortress on the hill
I that seemed to dominate all the coun
tryside. l e could s* «• no trace, he sur
mised that it was hidden behind the ris
' Ing shoulder of land that rose clear ami
! shapely, outlined against the turquoise of
| tho sky
Yd. that he could see no one was no
guarantee of security; there were a hun
dred hiding pla*vs fr*»m behind which
the hounds of the law might rise ami
give tongue He dansi not show himself
' tn th*- open, grotesque figure that he was.
ito shout his identity of runaway to the
intelligence **f the tiniest toddling child
It was bitterly c*»hi; his clothes,
j drenched through last night, stood out
stiff ami frozen about him ho ached in
| every bom . ami hunger was gnawing
at him again with cruel teeth He tried
to drag himself out under the shelter
iof the boulder, behind which he lay into
l the sunlight, but the winter sunshine had
Ino power to thaw cold such possessed
I his bones; its brightness seemed to mock
him.
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I be e,i. c< .«?fill u ith if be< auee th< \
I did not understand that the f>»od mas:
i not be placed in a dish, nor should the
; bag be put on a di.'h. The ] aper bag is
, ; used instead of a dish or pan. and is
tiß.itl.' seal.d. so that the June of the
food, the aroma ..nd delicate flavoring
• may be entirely retained.
When the food to be cooked is in the
1 bag. seal the bug and put it in the oven.
F which should be heated in advance Put
, the heavy r •a.’t' which take long to
eook on the low. st shelf of th< oven.
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and the lighter dishes on the middle
and upper shelves. The paper hag is a
good method of cooking chopped or
hashed meat with left-over vegetables.
A good recipe for made-over beef
calls for half-pound of cold roast beef,
which should be cut up very small or
.minced. To this should be added about
half the quantity of finely chopped ba
con, leaving the fat on. Chop up half a
dozen rdives and add parsley, the juice
of a slice of lemon, pepper and salt,
' and if you can get it a sprig of traagon.
Beat up the yolk,of an egg and the
white sh separate dishes; add first the
I yolk and then tile yyhite. Mix thor
oughly, place in a well buttered paper
1 ; bag and bake for half an hour. Serve
, yvith a tomato sauce.
, I Chicken can be cooked in a paper
, | bag Very successfully, and one can cut
t I it up, or eook it yvhole; cooked in pieces
cit takes much less time. One of the
’ ■ secrets of successful cooking is to have
plenty of grease inside the bag. A
good recipe for boiled chicken calls for
one yvell cleaned chicken, a couple of
1 pieces of bacon, placed yvith it in the
paper bag. a small onion, one carrot, a
J piece of celery, a sprig of chives and
parsley, pepper atari salt. Pour into the
i hag a good tumblerful of water, seal it
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& Innhnrr InckanJ Helen Robins Tries to Defend Maynard, But
lUntirig a I lUSDariCI IF/// Hear Nothing of Him
By VIRGINIA T. VAN DE WATER.
BEATRICE wax not mistaken, for,
after a moment's reflection, Hel
en Robbins took up tier tale of
protest.
".My dear girl," she began depreeat
ingly. “how do you know that all this
talk abotit poor old Bob Maynard is
true? It may lie all idle gossip. In
' deed, I feel that your viewpoint is but
the result of your morbid fancy ex
cited by the fact that he drank a high
ball in your presence. You are too
nervous and touchy with regard to
I things of that kind, Beatrice, to be able
' to take a sane view of them.” -
"1 can scarcely see where my view
point is not 'sane,' ” asserted Beatrice,
, controlling voice and manner that she
I might not show how excited she really
was. Perhaps. Helen, if you had been
at the Arcadian, as 1 was last night.
. and had se.-n Robert Maynard so drunk
' that the waiters were forced to expel
him. you might still, in the cause of
> blind loyalty, disbelieve your eyes and
ears Rm 1 can't!''
'Tut sure you were mistaken," in
r sisted Helen, with the calm and irritat.
Ing obstinacy of an outwardly amiable
! wanna n.
How could I be mistaken about such
• I ar. evident thing as that'."' demanded
1 her hostess
'Well, you might easily be wrong
i 1 about It." reiterated Helen.
■I Beatrice laughed disagreeably.
< >r drunk myself, w hy don't you sug-
I gvst she said with angry sarcasm.
"Beatrice!" exclaimed the shocked
' guest "Pont be so vulgar! But 1
j can't believe my ears w hen you tell
I in- such things of Robert. By the way,
I who was with youshe ask< sud
iHI I \
| I ..,-knoW .. dg. .Unit led 1 leletl,
■
.that Roll, rt Maynard has been drink
ing •. ea sj.mully lately, but not to ex
. . ss, ami 1 could hard;.' believe even
t .at 1* it is true, ' she continued,
blandly, I suppose it is because the
t . ■.
voti > almost any thing Io
i forget hi« sorrow for a little while,
lie misses his wife dreadful! v!"
' Hi must: ' Stic. ■ I B. .itric.
' Bratrtes, ' r. I' •. ■<l ’1 ■ v•. w
, .r < . ,n ; 'or., "hsr can you speak ,n
« i.r»
I ..t ' u tortur. of -m il 1.. r< ivrmen'
But the widow did not reply mime 1
I i.iuii.’h and, during th< .-1 lent.
i followed. Helen |o"k< d at her hostess |
‘[with a gnz« In which uncertainly ami!
i tiliinipl w.-ie tiling ed Inwardly Be, [
Irici w.. fighting as unci the nipu!-.
[Io dilate further U|«<n Maynard's de j
'j limim n« e> Howet. i at tlaln ally and
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Many of the dishes that are fried—-
and bacon, for instance, or chops,
veal, etc. —can be done in paper bags
and save the housewife a good deal of
anxiety. Eor a single person two chops
placed in a nicely buttered bag, or in a
bag yvith a small piece of bacon, yvill be
done after twelve minutes in a hot
oven.
Where fresh berries can not be eat
en and the diet calls for apricots or
prunes, place the dried fruit, after care
fully washing, in a bag with a small
quantity of yvater and a little bit of
lemon for the prunes; seal the bag and
let it cook until the prunes and apri
cots have absorbed the moisture. They
yvill taste very much better than yy hen
cooked in any other way.
Codfish can be cooked in a paper
bag as follows: Take a one-pound
piece of fish and place it in a well
buttered bag into yyhich has been
dropped a wineglassful of milk, a
teaspoonful of butter and a heaping
teaspoonful of flour, which has been
stirred to a smooth' paste. After put
ting the fish in, arlrf a little chopped
onion and parsley, seal the bag and
eook for fifteen minutes.
Occasionally the bag burns or
scorches or it suddenly catches fire
from the draught when the oven door
is open. None of these things should
discourage the eook, hoyvever, because
consistently one may maintain a pose
or a sham, the time is pretty sure to
come when she will suffer because of
it or rebel against it. Beatrice felt
now that she had reached this period,
for she could not explain to her friend
her horror of a drinking man without
tacitly admitting by her manner that
she had the unfortunate experience of
knowing such a one intimately, thus
virtually acknowledging her own social
hypocrisy in posing as Tom Minor's be
reaved widow.
So, not feeling it safe to talk on the
subject she sat silent by the window,
watching the long tree shadows cast
across the park beneath her by the
slow ly sinking sun. And, as she watch
ed and mused, her anger died out grad
ually and her pulses beat once more
quietly. At last she trusted herself to
speak.
"I may have w ronged Mr. Maynard,"
she added, dispassionately. "No doubt,
the memory of his dead wife is very
dear to him. Certainly”—with a flash
of sarcasm and a rueful laugh—"he
talks of her enough to justify that
supposition.”
Helen Robbins drew her chair nearer.
"Now. my deal." she said, sweetly—-
w ith the manner of one who congratu
lates herself on having kept her tem
per throughout a painful discussion—
"we won't talk.of Robert any more just
now Perhaps you are a little preju
diced on that subject, and besides"—
with a slight feline tom'h—"l am mere
ly his disinterested friend, and you only
a >l-. nice acquaintance of his, so why
should we squabble about the man as
if he Were near and dear to Us both?"
Beatrice's recently acquired self-con
trol did not desert her. and her de
meanor was so calm that her guest did
not suspect that the astute remark had
had any effect.
"I really •came around this after
noon," Helen continued, "to speak to
you of pleasanter matters. My John Is
asking several friends to dine with us
tomorrow evening. \\ . 're going away
to the country in two weeks from now,
and the place is all upset, so wo can’t
have anything but a plain family din
ner Its horribly inconvenient, of
• course. but a man net er thinks of that
almi of thing, and John says it will be
have them men now w hlle he I
ii ■ - asked them oft n I
• 'tn, , and I,ad ,|w ivs forgotten to I
i set a <lat« line of them is an artist :
111. Other a physician. Both wore a'
'college with John and he hue neglected |
[them sl.amefully. for. as they are old,
[ bachelors and he has a w ife and home, j
jwe ought to hat. had them at our |
pw'i-. bug ago Now. dear, won't you I
lileu-e to Ip nn ~ut lit coming toinor .
| row night to dinner with them' There
will )>■ these two strange men, and A
if she will experiment for a little
while she yvill find that cooking In a
paper bag is a simple and expeditious
matter which will save her a good
deni of time, besides the annoyance of
dishwashing. Almost all recipes can
be adapted to the uses of the paper
bag, especially those that contain
more solids than fluids. The expert,
however, can make soup in a bag just
as well as in a pot.
One more interesting thing about
paper bag cookery. You get the ab
solute flavor of what you are cooking;
so much of the odor and taste is lost
in ordinary cooking by evaporation,
because the pot or pan is opened, that
food is often said to be good when
it is only highly seasoned. You yvill
find that you don't need so much sea
soning when you cook in a paper bag.
but that you must be much more care
ful to have a good quality of material,
fresh vegetables and good meat
Another item is the economy of this
process. Everything in a paper bag
can be eaten. Very little sticks to the
side of the bag, and there is no waste
in pouring it out, as there generally
is when using pots. The extreme
cleanliness of paper bag cookery is
another recommendation, while doc
tors yvho are always crying out that
half of the good is cooked out of the
food can be assured that the oil, salts
and nutritive qualities remain intac>
in this process
■ have asked Cousin Hannah to make the
i third woman—but she will not be much
of a drawing card, and I do want you.”
If Beatrice felt a momentary Im
pulse to refuse the urgent invitation,
it was crushed before the declination
reached her lips as she contrasted the
dinner, with its possibilities of cheer
and pleasure, with the stupid evening
1 meal she would probably have in her
own lonely little apartment. Perhaps,
too, the phrase, "two strange men,"
may have tempted her to a favorable
consideration of the idea, although
she did not admit this fact even to
her inner consciousness. But she was
a bit surprised to feel how different j
society and social functions appeared I
to her within the past months. Right I
after her husband's death she felt that !
men were unworthy a woman's con
sideration. Later, when she became
accustomed to he'- freedom. she
thought of men as selfish, egotistical
beings, in whom she had no interest.
Rut, since she had tried the wings of
that much-prized freedom, and had
fluttered out in the world and had
proved that she still had the ability
to charm mankind, she fot.nd herself
enjoying the company of the few men
she knew, and taking their compli
ments and homage with an eager zest
that had heretofore been foreign to her
character.
So she accepted gratefully Helen's
invitation and became immediately
more vivacious and voluble in her talk.
"It is always delightful to dine at
your house." she said, affably, "and
really I have so many lonely evenings
that it Is a genuine kindness to me I
when one of my friends invites me
awav from this quiet little home in
which the children are sound asleep
by x o'clock."
She had actually forgotten her hos
tile attitude of mind towards Helen
for the time, at least.
"At what hour do you dine, dear?"
she asked as her guest rose to go
home.
"At our usual hour. 7 o'clock," re
plied Helen. "1 am thoroughly- glad
that you can come.”
And so am I!” exclaimed Beatrice
sincerely.
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/>y 11 ’Hliam 1 ; . Kirk
»t 1 ’ 1 queer world, this
j world that We're living in." said
the Manicure *I. idj . "A girl
t>i. - I of mmo was in here today mid
■ ' ■ aboil! the kind of a job she
sell li; ; p •sitioii. She it» kind of
ur.hu k > . George."
I know what you mean." said the
H< id. Harbe "Vou mean she is un
mkx enough to be prettc You don't
need to tell me anything about pretty
it:r)s looking for theatrical positions,"
he concluded.
' ! knew same of them theatricaf of
fices was kind of had,” said the Mani
cure I.ady "But I never' knew how 1
much luckier I am to be a manicure
girl than a chorus girl until my little
pal told me some of the talk she had
handed to her. I guess there ain't
enough big, clean boys in the world.
George—the kind that coud walk into
that kind of an office'with four of the
cheap fellows sitting around at ma
hogany' desks, lock the door, and come
out with the key, leaving death and
devastation in his track. Gee. I could
love a hold-up man out West —one of
the,chaps (hat is all the time facing
bullets or lynching, but spare tne from
them little, cheap, sneaky rajs that
takes any kind of advantage of a girl'.s
position in life. I get a few of them in
here now and then, you know, George.”
"I don't know." said the Head Bar
ber angrily. “Ever since the time I
walloped that cheap drummer with a
shaving mug that belonged to another
traveling man, you have been afraid to
tell me anything. That's the trouble
with girls. They- stand for all the rough
stuff, talk and all, because they don't
want to make a scene. What's a'scene,
anyway, after it is all over? Many a
man has had to make a scene just for
the sake of teaching another man a
lesson.”
“I know you are awful brave,
George,” admitted the Manicure Lady
with a beaming smile of admiration.
"That was sure grand, the way you
beaned that fellow with that shaving
mug. AntJ it said on the mug ‘Re
member me,’ too. That struck me kind
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of your ovvn, you will find that Keis-Naptha has done
more to take the sting out of housework than any
thing ever invented.”
The three great forward steps in
woman’s housework ares
The modern range in place of the
old fireplace and kettle;
Ihe sewing machine in place of
laborious hand-sewing;
Fels-Naptha soap, which makes it
easy to wash clothes in cool or lukewarm
water, without boiling or hard rubbing.
Os these three, Fels-Naptha saves the
woman more back-breaking labor, more
time, more money, and does more to
make life pleasanter than either of the
others.
At the very first, you can see how it
saves time and labor, but perhaps you’ll
wonder how Fels-Naptha saves money.
In two ways: First it saves the cost of
coal or gas to heat water and boil the
clothes.
Then the clothes last longer when
washed with Fels-Naptha in cool or luke
warm water.
Their fibre isn’t weakened by boil
ing nor strained by hard rubbing.
You can’t realize just what a help
Fels-Naptha is until you’ve tried it in
your own was’ ng.
Why not begin next washday?
Fels-Naptha easy way of washing in
place of the tiresome, tedious back-break
ing method.
, Use it according to directions-on the
green wrapper, winter or summer
of funny at the time, because the part
of the mug that landed nearest to me
after it had bounced off his block had
them words on it—‘Remember me? I
guess he yvon’t ever forget you."
"I didn’t yvant to break that mtig,”
said the Head Barber, “but tlie gent I
broke it on had a kind of tough mug
himself, and I am too long in the league
to go picking a fight with a man that
bounces up after you knock him down.
I have to use my hands for shaving,
kiddo. I don’t yvant to break them up
oh a bully.”
"Brother Wilfred said the same
1 thing ».ne other night," remarked the
Manicure Lady. “Him and me was
hvalking home and a big stiff on the
eotner near the house said, 'Pipe the
long-haired guy with the queen? I
thought at the time that Wilfred was
going to take it up, but when we got
home and I asked him about it, he said
that he didn’t yvant to break up his
hands. I guess shaving mugs and other
crockery IS kind of handy, after all,
George.”
LOVE'S LABOR LOST.
Weary, yvorn, yvretched and woe
begone was he. So much so that he at
tracted the sympathy of the passing
stranger.
“What’s the trouble?" asked the Good
Samaritan, kindly. "Anything I can
do, old chap?”
"No. thanks." moaned the victim.
“Only please go away and leave me.”
“Yes, but,” hazarded the stranger,
"perhaps it would relieve you if you
told me about it.”
“Well, it’s this way,” came the reply.
"I’ve been teaching a girl to ride 0.
bicycle. I’ve wheeled her miles; she’s
fallen on me; I’ve paid for the hire of
the machine. I’ve boiled with the
heat—”
“Poor chap!” interrupted the stran
ger “And now she's jilted you—eh?"
"No —worse than that,” came the
mournful answer. “Last evening I
went on the pier and discovered that
she's a trick cyclist in an athletic
troupe!"
Then he collapsed—done io the world.
The blow had been too heavy.