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The Mistakes of Jennie B y HAL coffman Being a Series of Chapters in the Life of a Southern Girl in the Big City By WILLIAM F. KIRK M A & me had a lot of fun yester day at the dinner tabel In the hotel war© we are staying: wile Pa 4s here catching: fish. Pa was out following a stream, & Ma & me was all alone at our tabel until a yung traveling naan calm in & the waitress put him at our tabel. He was vary yuug and vary fresh. The mlnnit he got sat down to the tabel he looked oaver at us & sed You peepul are having a luvly spring this yeer up in the woods. The day is butiful, sed Ma. Ma was tressed in a plain dress for walking in & I had on overalls so I cud be like the other lit tel boys around here, & I was bare-footed. Ma & me knew that the yung traveling man thot we was country peepul & we dident care, bee- kaus we have saw lot* of peepul in the big cities that dident know half •o much as country folks. The seenery here is vary prltty, sed the yung man, but, of course, you peepul up here think moar of it than I do, beekaus I have traveled around a grate deel & saw seenery wich is aublimer than these little hills, small to a man like me, he asked Ma, a man wich has seen reel mountains? T think these hills are vary restful, sed Ma. But, of course, you peepul up here havent traveled & got broadened, sed the yung salesman. .Test think how tnajestik must be the site of a moun tain peek like the kind you see not far from Chattanooga. Tenn. t have never been 1n Chattanooga, sed Ma. It Was a Pity. That seems a pity, sed the yung man. One reely doesnt know what living in until one has been in Chat tanooga. A littel place like this is all rite for peepul wich have newer seen the glories of natur, but one who has traveled like I have it would soon beecum monotonous. A so you travel? sed Ma. Tea, Indeed, sed the yung man. We knights of the grip are never still in one place vary long, t travel all the way from Chattanooga to Nashville on the Nashville, Chattanooga and S', louts, he toald Ma. Chattanooga > = sum city. Thare Is none of this hum drum life you have.here. Why. thlnii of a city with several theaters all within the city limits, & -with the hum o.TSt. cars A the roar of the traffi- •<8- the butiful stores & residences. That is life, believe me, sed the yung man. I doant know what the other big cities is like, he sed, but you have got to show me whare any one of them has anything on Chattanooga. 1 was jest going to tell the yun" man that Pa A Ma & me had been In every big city in the U. S., from Friz- (•» to Portland Maine A from New Orleans to the Canadian line, but Ma kicked me under the tabel A T knew then that she was kidding the ynng man. , I have offen thot that wen my littel bo> grows up I wud have him he a traveling., man. sed Ma. My sister's husband used to sell enlarged pieters. lie used to travel from Chippewa Fahs to Boyd on the Wisconsin Cen tral. I guess he mite have been with his Arm yet only he used to lose his expense money playing nickel slot macheens. The Pity of It. That is the pity of 1t with us knights of the grip, sed the yung man. We are thrown into constant temtashun, traveling the way we do from one tow r n to another. Doant let jure yung son get into this gaim, he sed. It is a pity that you can not move to Chattanooga or eeven sum smaller city, so he cud get the ben- neflts of a education, like I dune. Jest then Pa cairn in A sed Wife, this is jest my luck. Jest as the fish ing is good, here is a telegram that we must return to New York A leave the next day for Frisco. Oh, good, sed Ma, we havent been In Frisco for nearly two years. Then the yung man got kind of red In the face A dident say any moar about Chattanooga. Just a Little Slip. "Miss Sweet,” the young man be gan, with a quaver in his voice, "may I presume so far upon our short ac quaintance to ask you—” “Please say no more, Mr. Mat- tMsws!" faltered the maiden. “I deeplv regret to give you pain; and, If I have unconsciously encouraged «rou to entertain hopes that never can be recalled, 1 can not forgive myself. Believe me, I am—” “Pardon me, Miss Sweet," inter rupted the astonished youth, “but I ■was only going to ask you for the loan of fare home! I was stupid enough to come away without any money in my pocket this evening. Ah. tifcnks very much! I will return it without fail. Good night!” “Figure It Out” How can you expeot to possess Rood health if you are careless with your Stomach, Liver and Bowels'? These or gans are the “con trolling power” and must b e guarded against weakness. To this end you really should try a bottle of HOSTETTER’S Stomach Bitters WITHIN THE LAW A Powerful Story of Adventure, Infringe and Love AU /bFF/Wt^^ “Little Jennie had never ridden in a taxicab before. Do You Know Thai- Annoyed by a notice that the local sanitary committee were going to in spect his cow house, an English farm er spread linoleum over the floor of the building, displayed hearth rugs in convenient positions, hung the walls with pictures and a mirror, and in stalled a harmonium. When the com mittee arrived he gravely invited them to wipe their feet on the doormat be fore entering. The French military authorities! make use of an ingenious invention to protect their carrier pigeons against hawks. The apparatus consists of a very tiny whistle and a screw at tached to the pigeon, whose flight causes the screw to revolve and thus blow the whistle. The noise effectu ally scares away the enemy. Perhaps the highest price paid for a sermon goes every year to a Ger man preacher, who discourses on the good deeds of a French baron named Favart. who died in Elburfeld in 1600. Favart left money for this purpose, and the interest now amounts lo $4,500 per annum, which goes to the preacher as his reward. A casino proprietor of Ostend has made arrangements to have a luxuri ous gambling room fitted up in a largo steam yacht, which is to ply be tween Ostend and other watering places. Gambling will only take place when the yacht is outside the three- mile limit. An orchestra of twenty-five blind musicians, led by a one-armed lady conductor, recently played the whole of the music of “Rigoletto” at a per formance of that opera in the theater at Oviedo, Spain. Audience of One The College of France, founded in Paris by Francis I, offers at the pres ent day not only strictly acadehiic in struction. but opportunities for the higher education in general. The fol lowing anecdote shows how far the college carries its scrupulousness. Every scientific subject, even the most abstruse, will continue to be taught there as long as one yolitary individual in all Europe desires to pursue it. Certain courses are followed by two or three persons only. They tell this story of a professor of mathematics: This professor, who was extremely absent-minded, had lectured for a whole year to only one pupil. He was perfectly satisfied thnt it should be so, but it occurred to him one day that lie ought to congratulate his rare disciple, and he accordingly did so. “Monsieur does not recognize me.” replied the pupil. “I am monsieur’s coachman, and f always wait here until monsieur has finished his lec ture.” rn*., E3. KODAKS Th« B««* Flntohlna *nd Enlarj- Inn That C*a B* produced * Eastman Film and com plete stock amateur supp'Jea. Quick mat! service for out of-town rmwre^rs Send for Catalog and Price Lift. A. K. HAWKES CO. 188# 14 Whitehall SI. Atlanta, Qt, CHAPTER 2. J ENNIE and THE MAN sal in the l>ig, bright restaurant and listened to the music and watched the cabaret dancers, and Jennie’s big brown eyes wondered at it all. At the beautiful dresses of the women diners, the bright lights, the thick, rich carpet on the floor and the noiseless wait ers. It was just like fairyland to Jennie, for she had never, never oven imagined that things could be so lovely. The boys she knew could not afford such places, and - tlie height of her social life had been walks in the park on Sun days and maybe the ice cream parlors for soda. THE MAN did not urge her to drink much of the bubbly wine— for he knew she wasn't used to it and there might be explanations for her to make when she reached her boarding place, and that would NEVER do. For THE MAN was wise, and didn’t want Jennie's good Southern friend, who kept the boarding place, to suspect anything—quite so soon. Jennie realized at last thftt it was getting late and that she would have to get home, and be sides it would take nearly an hour on the car to where she lived. When she mentioned the car, THE MAN wouldn’t hear of such a thing. They must take a taxicab—and besides that would get them to Jennie's home much quicker than a oar. A taxicab! —and poor Itttle Jennie had never even ridden’ in one before—the cushions were so soft and warm and things zipped by so quick, ’til they just seemed to fly along How different from the pokey old street cars, thought Jennie. THE MAN was polite as could be and talked of the delightful time they had that evening—and how lone some he would be when she was gone, and they really MUST see one another quite soon again— but she mustn’t tell any one where she had been that night— just that she had to work late and had hurried right home—and be would have the taxicab stop a block or so from her home, so no one would be the wiser. Jennie was so proud of riding in a taxicab that she wanted to drive right up to her front door, but THE MAN explained that would NEVER do. So with a promise from her to "ring him up” the next day he had the taxi cab stop a block down the street and very politely helped Jennie out with a promise to watch and see that she reached home safely. When .she had gone he told 'The chauffeur the name of a promi nent cafe, and with a chuckle got in and slammed the door. (To be continued.) — HAL COFFMAN. Turning the Tables. In some cases counsel receive an swers to questions which they had no business lo put, and these, if not quite to their liking, are what they justly deserve. The following story of Robert Harris, a celebrated negro minstrel, is a case in point: “You are in the minstrel business, I believe?” inquired tlie lawyer. “Yes. sir.” was the reply. “Is that not rather a low calling?” ■ 1 don’t know but what it is, sir, ' re plied the minstrel: “hut it is so much better than my father's that I am proud of it." The lawyer fell into the trap. “What was your father's calling?” he itiuuired. “He was a lawyer," replied Harris, p a tone that sent the whole court into a roar «»f laughter as the discom fited lawyer sat down. Daysey Mayme And Her Folks By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. W JEN a man says he has been discovered it is a confession that he has been found out. In other words, that his meanness has been exposed at last. But the women have a way of giving a higher, more soulful meaning to words, and when a woman says she has been dis covered she means that her genius has found recognition. Daysey Mayme Appleton had been discovered in this feminine interpre tation of the word. Her genius had found recognition, and she had been given employment on a newspaper. She had been sent to interview a famous authoress, and the famous authoress had told her she could give her just five minutes. “What.” she asked kindly, “do you wish me to talk about?” The Interview. Daysey Mayme pushed her back hall* up, her front hair back, felt for her necklace, straightened her hat, lifted herself out of her corset and powdered her nose. Then she was ready for the inter view. “It doesn’t make any difference what you talk about,” she said. ”1 must remember I have my own per sonality. I am a graduate of Hard tack College: T was at the head of my class; I began writing poetry when I was seven, and prose when I was nine. 1 am going to become a great journalist. I feel that my gen ius is too great to be longer hidden. Robert W. Chambers and none of the other great ones had written poetry when they were seven. Every one says I have wonderful talent." The five minutes were up, and Day sey Mayme, with a brain seething with thoughts, went home and wrote all day and all night, covering many, many pages. There are those who use a special delivery stamp. Not so with Daysey Mayme. She writes “IN HASTE” across one corner of the envelope. "When the postman sees these words,” she exclaimed to her father, “he just drops everything else and runs all the way to deliver the let ter.” A Terrible Mistake. The interview appeared next day, and Daysey Mayme read with pride. Suddenly her face paled, her eyes flashed and she dashed to the tele phone, and called up the newspaper office. “The managing editor,” she said in tones that were imperious, and when she got him she cried in a voice of authority: “Stop the press! You have put two t’s in parting in the seventh line, third column, ninth page. This arti cle is IMPORTANT, and must be right.” It means so much to be correct,” she said to her mother, "when one is engaged in moulding the opinions of the world." Safe. "Captain,” said a wealthy passen ger. who wa‘< about to take his first trip across the ocean, “I understand this ship ha>» got several water-tight compartments.” ■ Yes, sir." was the reply. “Captain.” the passenger went on, decidedly, “I want one o* those com partments—1 don't care what it costs.” H ENDERSON was wont to de clare that the girl who wasn’t popular was no girl for him. "There’s something wrong with a girl who can go to dances and not be asked to dance every time.” he would say dogmatically. “Anyway, if she had any sense she wouldn't place her self in such a position.” Possibly it was his propensity for selecting the most sought after girl as the object of his devotion that caused him to remain a bachelor at the age of 38. He was. however, the slave of his niece, Margaret. As a rule, he did without a word whatever Margaret asked him to do. However, when she came and sat upon the arm of his chair one even ing, and it Anally developed that she was planning to make him take her to the high school dance he almost rebelled He assured her that his dancing days were thing* of the dis tant past and demanded to know where all the boys were. Margaret tilted her nose into the air as far as it would go and replied that she didn’t know; and, a<nyway, she didn’t care in the least; and, anyway, she wanted Henderson to take her “The girls will all be crazy about you.” she assured him ingratiatingly. "They’ll be crazy at me.” gloomed Hendernon. "if they have to dance with me.” But eventually he prom ised that he would go. "You look perfectly sweet.” Mar garet cried ecstatically when he came down in all his glory ready to escort her. "I’m so proud of you that I don’t know' what to do about It.” "Just lei me crawl off into a corner and smoke while you have a good time," begged Henderson. "And don’t expect me to dance.” “Ail right." Margaret agreed. Afterward Henderson remembered that Miss Patterson was the first per son upon whom his eyes had fallen when he entered the hall, though he paid no attention to her at the time. Miss Patterson was the domestic science teacher and was present as a sort of chaperon. She was w'hat is known in the vernacular as “chunky.” However, with all her chunkiness, site was young and she had a passion for dancing. In her bosom there fluttered the faint hope that she would be asked to dance a few time?', anyway. Danced With His Niece. This hope shown from her eyes when they met Henderson's as Mar garet presented him. Henderson did not recognize It—in fact, he hardly realized that their eyes had met. She was merely a little, fat. uninteresting | teacher, to whom he gave hardly a second thought. He danced the first dance with his niece. "Am I oft duty for the pres ent, Peg?” he inquired when the dance i was over. Margaret glanced at him appealingly. “Oh, Sammy, dear.” she said, “you know I’m on the committee, and I : wish—" She paused and her eyes turned toward Miss Patterson. “But. I never mind.” Henderson was not proof against Margaret’s wistfulness. "Well, Peg,” he queried, "what is it?” When told that she much desired j that he dance one dance with Miss Patterson, who was perfectly srveet, even if she couldn’t dance much, he j looked aghast. "You certainly have J picked out a fairy for me.” he said. I ruefully. “Still, for your sake, I'll do it.” Sat Where He Left Her. Miss Patterson looked like a toy I balloon and danced like a baby ele phant. She hopped about and around and around, coming down for the most part on Henderson’* toes. She did all the things that he hated mosi. vVhen they had circled the hall a time or two the music mercifully stopped, Henderson being in a state of com plete exhuastlon and Miss Patterson beaming joyously. Ho was too much overcome to know whether she could talk or what she really looked like, hi* one idea being to escape. As he sought refuge in th*» smoking room he was unaware that Miss Patterson's eyes were following him with a look of deep gratitude# When he emerged, however, their eyes met. Hers had a patient, wistful look. Henderson turned away hastily. “Never again.” he muttered to him self. Rut those eyes haunted him. He went back into the smoking room and tried to forget that look. When he had finished his cigar he skulked into the hall. Miss Patterson s.it where he had left her, her round face beginning to look a little tired, but unfailingly cheerful, her brown e.v s still wistfully hopeful. Henderson dived back into the outer hall and there gloomily communed with himself. Presently he returned, walked bravely across the room and once more Invited Miss Patterson to dance. Strange are the ways of the little god Cupid! Twice again during the evening did Henderson immolate him self. Then at the close of the danqe Margaret Informed him that she’d be glad if he would take Miss Patterson home and that he needn't mind her, as she was going with Harold Bemls. So he went home with Miss Patterson without a murmur. Some months later "Miss Patterson asked Henderson shyly: “What made you begin to—to—care for me?” Henderson at that moment was holding up her plump little hand for the purpose of getting an idea as • the size of the third finger on the left hand. At the question he gave tha plump little hand—the comfortable little cushiony hand that yet was so capable and energetic—a contented squeeze. “I think I began by being sorry for you,” he said. “You did dance so abominably.” Copyright. 1913, by the H. K. Fly Com pany. The play "Within the l#aw“ is copyrighted by Mr. Wilier and this novelizatlon of it Is published by his permission. The American IMay Com pany is the sole proprietor of the ex clusive rights of the representation and performance of "Within the Law" In all languages. By MARVIN DANA from the Play of BAYARD VEILLER TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. CHAPTER IX. A Legal Document. Mary Turner spent less than an hour In that mysteriously important engage ment with Dick Gilder, of which she had spoken to Aggie. After Meliorat ing from the young man she went alone down Broadway, walking the lew blocks of distance to Sigismund Harris' office. On a corner her attention was caught by the forlorn face of a girl crossing into the side street. A closer glance showed that the privation of the gaunt features was emphasized by the scant garments, almost in tatters. Instant ly Mary’s quick sympathies w<*re arous ed, Ihe more particularly since the wretched child seemed of about the age she, herself had been when her great suffering had befallen. So, turning aside she soon caught up with the girl and spoke an inquiry. It was the familiar story, a father out of work, a sick mother, a brood of hungry children. Some confused words of distress revealed the fact that the woebegone girl was even then fighting the final battle of purity against star vation. That she still fought on In such case proved enough as to her de cency of nature. wholesome despite squalid surroundings. Mary's heart was deeply moved and her words of comfort came with a simple sincerity that was like new life to the sorely be set waif. She promised to interest her self in securing employment for the father, such care as the mother and children might need, along with a prop er situation for the girl herself. In evidence of her purpose site took her engagement book from her bag and set down the street and number of the East Side tenement where the family posses sed the one room that mocked the word home, and she gave a banknote to the girl to serve the immediate needs. Had a Heart Yearning. When she went back to resume her progress down Broadway, Mary felt herself vastly cheered by the warm glow within which is the reward of a kindly act, gratefully received. And, on this particular morning, she craved such assuagement of her spirit, for the conscience, that, in spite of all her misdeeds, still lived was strug gling within her. In her revolt against a world that had wantonly inflicted on her the worst torments, Mary Turner had thought that she might safely disregard those princi ples in which she had been so care fully reared. She bad believed that by the deliberate adoption of a life of guile within limits allowed by the law she would find solace for her wants, while feeling that thus she avenged herself in some slight meas ure for the indignities she had under gone unjustly. Yet, as the days passed, days of success as far as her scheming was concerned, his brilliant woman, who had tried to deem her self unscrupulous, found that lawless ness within the law failed to satisfy something deep within her soul. The righteousness that was her instinct was offended by the triumphs achieved through so devious devices, though she resolutely set her will to suppress any spiritual rebellion. There was, as well, another griev ance of her nature, yet more subtle, infinitely more painful. This lay in her craving for tenderness. She was wholly woman, notwithstanding the virility of her intelligence, its audac ity, its aggressiveness. She had a heart yearning for the multitudinous affections that are the prerogative of the feminine; she had a heart longing for love, to receive and to give in full measure. * * * And her life wiy? barren. Since the death of her father, there had been none on whom she could lavish the great gifts of her ten derness. Through the days of her working in the store, circumstances had shut her out from all association with others congenial. No need to rehearse the impossibilities of com panionship in the prison life. Since then, the situation had not vitally im proved, In spite of her better worldly condition. For Garson, who had sav*d her from death, she felt a strong and lasting gratitude—nothing that re lieved the longing for nobler affec tions. There was none other with whom she had any intimacy except that, of a sort, with Aggie Lynch, and by no possibility could the adven turess serve as an object of deep re gard. The girl was amusing enough, and, indeed, a most likable person at her best. But she was, after all, a sballow-pated Individual, without a shred of principle of any sort what- SYNOPSIS. Mary Turner, becoming an orphan, Is thrown on her own resources. She finds work at Ihe Emporium, a de partment store owned by Edward Glider; is accused of the theft of silks, and sent to prison, though in nocent. She tells George Demurest, Gilder's head lawyer, that the way to stop thievery is to pay a living wage. In prison she learned from fellow convicts why girls go wrong. She understands their point of view and sympathizes with them. Aggie Lynch, a convict friend of Mary’s at Burnsing, sees good "possibilities” for her in the world of crime. Upon Mary’s release the slogan “once a criminal always one,” prevents her from securing work. She is contin ually hounded and in desperation throws herself into the Nortli River. •Joe Garson, a forger, rescues her and keeps her and Aggie in luxury, though living chaste, lives. Mary reads that a famous financier escapes prison through keeping within the letter of the law. She follows his ex ample and becomes the leader of a hand of swindlers. rolTbing only the unscrupulous. Gilder's son Dick meets and loves Mary, who seeks to wreak vengeance on t He father through the son. Aggie poses as her cousin, and they pretend to he re spectable. They are visited by De tective Cassidy, who tries to scare Mary Into leaving town through threats. lie is laughed at for his pains, because she was “within the law The detective, before leaving again, tells Aggie and loe Garson that "there'll be trouble" for them unless they get out of town Now go on with the story Saved the Situation A steady queue had formed up at the money order counter of the local post- office, and it members were strongly agitated by different stages of acute ir ritation. And all because a dear old lady had forgotten the address of her son, who lived in foreign parts. “It’s In China.” she faltered The man behind the counter tb*»r> scratched his head. “China’s a big vague." he said, and so audibly thought the queue. “Well, sir,’ said the dear old soul, “I know it’s a name something like the noise of a motor-car makes—' “Hong honk!” same in a quickly suppressed shrill from the sandy-haired telegraph boy who had been watching the proceedings with considerable en thusiasm “That's it that's it, sir!" cried the delightful old lady. And the clerk filled in Hong Kong in the addreug. soever, save the single merit of un swerving loyalty to her “puls.” Mary cherished a certain warm kindliness for the first woman who had befriend ed her in any way, but beyond this there was no finer feeling. This Was Dick Gilder. Nevertheless, it is not quite accu rate to say that Mary Turner had had no intimacy in which her heart might have been seriously engaged. In one instance, of recent happening, she had been much in association with a young man who was of excellent standing in the world, who was of good birth, good education, of delightful manners, and, too. wholesome and agreeable be yond the most of bis class. This was Dick Glider, and, since her companion ship with him. Mary had undergone a revulsion greater than ever before against the fate thrust on her. which now at last she had chosen to wel come and nourish by acquiescence as best she might. Of course, che could not waste ten derness on this man, for she had de liberately set out to make him the instrument of her vengeance against his father. For that very reason, she suffered much from a conscience new ly clamorous. Never for an instant did she hesitate in her long-cherished plan of revenge against the one who had brought ruin on her life, yet, through all her satisfaction before the prospect of final victory after contin ued delay, there ran the secret, ines capable sorrow over the fact that she must employ this means to attain her end. She had no thought of weaken ing, but the better spirit within her warred against the lust to repay an eye for an eye. It was the new Gos pel against the old Law, and the fierceness of the struggle rent her. Just now*, the doing of the kindly act seemed somehow to gratify not only her maternal instinct toward service of love, but, too. to muffle for a little the rebuking voice of her inmost soul. So she went her way more at ease, more nearly content again with her self and with her system of living. Indeed, as she was shown into the private office of the ingenious Inter preter of the law, there was not a hint of any trouble beneath the bright mask of her beauty, radiantly ■millsf. Suffev:,! Injustiw. Harris rtoftrded client w1*h an appreciative eye, *p be bowed in greeting, and Incited her to a seat. The lawyer was a man of fine phy sique, with a splendid face of the best Semitic type in which were large, dark, sparkling eyes—eyes a Lom- broso perhaps might have Judged rather too closely set. As a matter of fact. Harris had suffered a flagrant injustice in his own life from a sus picion of wrongdoing which he had not merited by any act. This had caused him a loss of prestige in his profession. He presently adopted the wily suggestion of the adage, that it is well to have the game if you have the name, and he resolutely set him self to the task of making as much money as possible by any means con venient. Mary Turner as a client de lighted his heart, both because of the novelty of her ideas and for the munificence of the fees which she un grudgingly paid with never a protest. So, as he beamed on her now, and spoke a compliment, it was rather the law'yer than the man that was moved to admiration. “Why, Miss Turner, how charm ing!” he declared, smiling. “Really, my dear young lady, you look posi tively bridal.” “Oh, do you think so?” Mary re joined, with a whimsical pout, as she E’eated herself. For the moment her air became distrait, but she quickly regained her poise, as the lawyer, who had dropped back into his chair be hind the desk, went on speaking. His tone now was crisply businesslike. “I sent your cousin, Miss Agnes Lynch, the release which she is to sign,” he explained, “when she gets that money from General Hastings I wish you’d look It over, when you have time to spare. It’s all right, I’m sure, but I confess that I appreciate your opinion of tilings. Miss Turner, even of legal documents—yes, indeed. I do! —perhaps particularly of legal documents.” "Thank you,” Mary j*aid, evident!? a little gratified by the frank praise of the learned gentleman for her abilities. “And have you heard from them yet?” she Inquired. Praise for Mary. "No,” the lawyer replied “I gave them until to-morrow. If I don’t hear then, 1 shall start suit at once.” Then the lawyer's manner became unusually bland and self-satisfied ?■ he opened a drawer of the desk and brought forth a rather formidable- appearing document, bearing a most impressive seal. “You will be glad to know,” he went on unctuously, “that I was entirely sniccensful In car rying out that idea of yours as to the injunction. My dear Miss Tur ner.” he went on with florid compli ment. “Portia was a squawking baby, compared with you.” “Thank you again.” Mary answer ed, and she took the legal paper which he held outstretched toward her. Her scarlet lips were ourved happily, but the clear oval of her cheeks blossomed to a deep rose. For a moment, her glance ran over the words of the page. Then she looked up at the lawyer, and there were new lusters in the violet eyes. “It’s splendid,’’ she declared. “Did you have much trouble In getting It?” Harris permitted himself the indul gence of an unprofessional chuckle of keenest amusement before he answer ed. Why, no,” he declared, with reml- niscent enjoyment in his manner. "That Is, not really!” There was an enormous complacency in his air over the event. "But, at the outset, when r made the request, the Judge Just naturally nearly fell ofT the bench. Then I sd^.wed him that Detroit case, to whiclr you had drawn my atten tion. and the upshot of It all was that he gave me what I wanted with out a whimper. He couldn't help himself, you know. That’s the long and. the short of It." That mysterious document with the imposing seal, the request for which had nearly caused a judge to fall off the bench, reposed safely in Mary’s hag when she returned to the apart ment after the visit to the lawyer's office. CHAPTER X. Marked Money. M ARY had scarcely received from Aggie an account of Cassidy’s threatening Inva sion when the maid announced that Mr. Irwin had called. "Show him in, In just two minutes,” Mary directed. “Who’s the gink?’’ Aggie demanded, with that slangy diction which was her habit. “You ought to know," Mary return ed. smiling a little. “He's the lawyer retained by General Hastings in the matter of a certain breach of promise suit.” “Oh, you mean yours truly,” Aggie exclaimed, not in the least abashed by her forgetfulness in an affair that concerned herself so closely. "Hope he’s brougfcM. the money. What about it?” “Leave the room now,” Mary or dered crisply. “When I call to you, come in, but be sure and leave every thing to me. Merely follow my lead. And, Agnes—be very ingenue.” "Oh, I’m wise—I’m wise,” Aggie nodded, as she hurried out toward her bed room. “I'll be a squab—surest thing you know.” Next moment Mary gave a formal greeting to the lawyer who represent ed the man she planned to mulct ef fectively, and invited him to a chair near her, while she herself retained her place at the desk, within a drawer of which she had Just locked the for midable appearing document received from Harris. Her Voice Was Cold. Trwin lost no time in coming to the point. "I called In reference to this suit which Miss Agnes Lynch threatens to bring against my client, General Hastings. Mary regarded the attorney with a level glance, serenely expressionless as far as could be achieved by eyes so dear and shining, and her voice was cold as she replied with significant brusqueness: “It’s not a threat, Mr. Irwin. 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