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T un? ‘IT Little Bobbie’s Pa The Mistakes of Jennie By hal coffman a Series of Chapters in the Lite of a Southern Girt in the Big Cifv Be, V\e Mini By WILLIAM F KIRK A & ms hud a lot of fun jfster day *t th* dinner tabel 1n th#* hotel w are we are siay mg wile Pa In here catching fish. Pa wan out following a streem. A Mh A me whs all alone ai our tahel tintll a yun« traveling **an calm in fir the waitress put him at our tahel. He was vary yting anil vary fresh The mlnni* he got gat down to the tahel he looked oitvlr at us A sod You pee pul ar having a luvly spring this year up in th#* woods The day is butlful. *ed Ma. Mh whs \ dressed in a plain dress for walking j in k I had on overalls so I cud be Ilk- ( the other llttel -boys around here. tk 1 was bare-footed. Ma A me knew tha* j the yuhg traveling man thot we was j country peepui ifc we dident car#*, be# | kaua we have saw lots of peepui In j the big cities that dtflent know half’ #<- much as country folks The seenery here is vary pritty, sed the yung man. hut. of court*. you peepui up here think moar of It than T do, beekaiis 1 have traveled around a grate deel & saw seenery wich is sublimer than these little hills, small to a man like me. he asked Ma. a man wlch has keen ree» mountains? I think these hills are vary restful sed Ma. But. of course you peepui up here havant traveled & got broadened, se 1 the yung salesman, .lest think how majestik must be the site of a mofin tain peek like the klnd^ you see not far from Fhftttanoog i. Tenn. 1 have never been in Chattanooga, sed Mh. It Was a Pity. That seems a pity, sed the yung man. One reply doesnt know what living is until one has been in ( hat- tanooga. A llttel place like this is all rite for peepui wich have newer seen the glorle* ..f nutilr. but onf wlm hue tike I have It would »oon beecum monotonous * so you travel? sod Ms Ye*. Indeed sod the yung n fcntghis of tho (trip arc never ono place V*ry Ion* I travel all tho \v*v rrottl rhflttsnoops to NashVlllo on tho Nashville. rhattfthbngii anil S' Units hs tosld Ma. rhfHt«noo*i ■- sum olty. Tharo Is none of t'Hs hum drum Ilfs vou have here Win. IliWiu of h city with several tlieatefs ill wttliln the olty limit*. * with tho limn of St rsrs * the roar of tho trafll ft tho butlful storeh * residence?. That Is life, believe mo. sod I ho yun* man 1 doant know what tho othor ble olttea is like. h» sod. but vou have s , ,t H, show mo wbaro snv one of ,h»ht has anythin* on fhnttanWKH. I was ieit going to tell fho yur mmi tlmi'P* ft Ma ft- ms had been ! i aver, hi* ottv In tho I' H from Brlr- t„ Pdrtlsnd Maine ft from New Orleans to the Canadian iino, but .vw, kioK' d mb ubder the tahsl ft I lend" tv., n that she was klddln* the yun* " I'bars offen thot that wan my llttel hm prows up I wud have tilth he < tr uyMn* man. sed Ma. My sister'? I, n.'ii.l used to sail anlsr«ad motors II. <od to traval from Chlppew i I s to Boyd on tha tVISroitsIn Car t. . t■ j eues? ha mlta have h ins firm .at only ha used *- «o money pliylng ros' 'fan*. TV? t>jty of It. .1' ist Is the pity of It with us ,.yns of tha *rip. sed the yunft ran We sre thrown Into constant te i tashun. travelin* the way we do fvom oqe town to another. Doant let v: ■,. yun* son *et Into this gain,. n» sed. It is a pity that you ran nm move to Chattanooga or eovon sum smaller elty. so he rud yet the ben- netlts of a education, like 1 dune .lest’then Pa cairn lb ft sed Wife, this Is lest mv lu<-k. Jest as th* fish In* Is good. here Is a telegram tlml we must return to New York ft leave the next day for Krlsto. Oh. good, sed Ma. we haven! been In Frisco for nearly two years Then the yun* man *ot kind rf red In the face ft dident sav any moor about Chattanooga. Just a Little Slip. "Miss Bweot," th# young man be- f*n. with a quaver In his voire "may I presume so far upon our short ac quaintance to ask you Please sav no more. Mi Mai- th#ws!” faltered the maiden 1 deeply regret to give you pain; and if 1 have unconsciously encouraged voti to entertain hopes that never can i>e recalled, T can not forgive myself. Believe me. 1 am "Pardon me. Miss Sweet,” inter rupted the astonished youth, “but 1 •was onlv going to ask you for the loan of fare home! I was stupid enough to come away without any mohey in my pocket this evening. Ah. tbfcnks very much! T will return it Without fail. Good night!" Falling Into Captivity H WITHIN THE LAW M Jf ‘Little Jennie had never ridden in a taxicab before." Do You Know That— J 1 that the local re going to in- n with lose his nickel slot Annoyed by a not! sanitary Committee v sped his cow house, an English farm er spread linoleum over the floor of the building, displayed hearth mgs in convenient positions, hung th#* walls with pictures and a mirror, and in stalled a harmonium. When the com. mitten arrived he gravely Invited them o 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 .1 very tiny whistle and a screw at-, Inched to the pigeon, whose flight j ian>Ms the screw to revolve and thus blow the w histle The noise effectu- I ally scarf's away the enemy. Perhaps the highest price paid for sermon goes every yeas to a Ger man preacher, who discourses on the good deeds of a French baron named Favart. who died in Elborfcld in 1690. Favart left money for this purpose, ami the interest now amounts to f.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 titled up In a large 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 “Rlgoletto” at a per formance of that opera in tho theater at Oviedo, Spain. CHAPTER 2. KNN1R and THE MAN sat in the big. bright restaurant and listened to the music and Watched the cabaret dancers, and Jennie's big brown eyes gvondered 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- Daysey Mayme And Her Folks By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. W« Audience of One Z “Figure It Z - Out” “ as How can you expect to possess g o o (1 health if you are ■areless with vour Stomach. Liver an<l Bowels t These or gans are the “con trolling power” and must I) o guarded against weakness. To this end you really should try a bottle of HOSTETTER’S Stomach Bitters s The College of France, founded in Paris by Francis# I. offers at the pres ent day not only strictly academic in struction. but opportunities for the higher education in general. The fol lowing anecdote shows how far the college carries Ha scrupulousness. Every scientific subject, oven th*' most abstruse, will continue to be taught th* re as long a* on** Military individual in nil Europe desires to pursue it. Certain courses are followed by two or three persons only. They tell this story of a professor of mathematics: Ttiito professor. who was extreinelv *il»eent-minded, iiad lectured for a whole v ear to only one pupil. Hr \V«‘ perfect IH t DUt Arret Mon s KODAKS Tli* B««t F inlthlnf and Fntarj- lug Th* Cun »*• Pr»di»0*4 * 9«"d fo# Catalog ar.ri Prict L'»t. A. K, HAWKED CO. 14 Whitehall St., Atterta, Qa. It was just like fairyland to Jennie, for she had never. ne\er even imagined that things eould lie ao lovely. The boys she knew eould not afford such places, and the 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 reac hed 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 Boon. Jennie realised at last that if 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 ear. 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 car. A taxicab! and poor little 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 thg> 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 harl hurried right home—and ho would have the taxicab stop a block or so from her home, so no on** would be the wiser. Jennie was so proud of riding in a taxicab that she wanted to drive right up to her front door, hut 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 ^he chauffeur the name of a promi nent cafe, and w ith a chuckle got in and slammed the door. i To be continued.) HAT* COFFMAN Turning the Tables. in some cases counsel receive an swers to questions which they pad no business to put, and these, if not quite to their liking, are what they justly leserve. The following story of Robert Harris, a celebrated negro mlnstrek is a case in point: ••you are in The minstrel business. 1 believe’ ’ inquired the lawyer. V. sir. was the reply. • Is that not rather a low calling”" ■ 1 don't know but what it is. sir. ' re- ,:ei tio* minstrel: "but it is so much • t’*! than my father's that 1 am proud Tl •* lawyer fell into the trap • W * whs vour father's calling 7 1KN a man says he has been Uncovered It is a confession that he has been found out. lb 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 hail found recognition, and she had been given employment on a newspaper. She h id been sent to interview a famous authoress, and the famous authoress bud 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 hair 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. "I t remember 1 have my own per sonality. 1 am a graduate of Hard tack College; 1 was at the head of my class: 1 began writing poetry when I was seven, and prose when 1 was nine. 1 am going to become a great journalist. 1 feel that my gen ENDERSQN was wont to de clare that the girl who wasn't popular was no girl for him. "There's something wrong with « girl who can go to dances and not be naked to dance every time." he would say dogmatically. “Anyway, if she had any sense she wouldn’t place her self ip 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 Margare: a»ked 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 tin- high school dance he almost rebelled. He assured her that his flam ing days were things of the dis- •ant past and demanded to know where all the boys were. Margaret j tilted her nose into the air as far as it would go and replied that she didn’t know; and, anyway, *?he 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 Henderson. "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 let me •crawl off into a corner and srnoke while you have a good time," begged Henderson. “And don't 1 expect me to dance." “All 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 I paid no attention to her at the time. Misc Patterson was the domestic science teacher and was present as a sort of. chaperon. She was what is knewnnn the vernacular as “chunky However, vyith all her chunkiness, she was young and she had a passion for dancing. In her bosom there, fluttered the faint hope that she would be naked to dance a few timec, anvwdy. Danced With His Niece. This hope shown from her eyes when they mot Henderson’s as Mar garet presented him. Henderson did not recognize it—in fact, he hardly real!/, d that^thelr eyes had met. She was merely a little, fat. uninteresting teacher, to whom he gave hardly second thought. He danced the first dance with his niece. "Am I off duty for the pres ent. Peg?" he inquired w hen the dance was over. Margaret glanced at him appealingly. "Oh. Sammy, dear." she said.’"you know I'm on the committee, and l wis'h—’’ She paused and her eyes turned toward Miss PaHerson. “But, never mind.” Henderson was not proof against Margaret's wistful ness “Well, Peg,” he queried, “what is When told that she much desired that he dance one dance with Miss Patterson, who was perfectly sweet, even if she couldn’t dance much, he looked aghast. "You certainly have picked out a fairy for me.” he said, ruefully. “Still, for your sake. I’ll do it.”- Sat Where He Left Her. Copyright, 1913. by th* TI. K. Fly Com- panv. The play “Within the Uw” is copyrighted by Mr. Vetller and this novelization of it is published by his permission. The American Play Com pany is the sole proprietor of the ex- clu*'ve lights of the representation and performance of “Within the Daw" 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 bad spoken to Aggie. After separat- j Ing from the young man she went alone down Broadway, walking the few blocks of distance to Sigismurw* 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 were arous ed, the 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 bropd 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 v&tion. That she still fought on in such case proved enough as to her de cency of nature. wholesome despite ' squalid surroundings. Mary’s heart j was deeply moved and her words of: , . . . . . , i*u „ D (r.r.o.-itv no intimacy in which her heart might comfort came with a simple slncerit> i that was like new life to the sorely be SYNOPSIS. Mary Turner, becoming an orphan, is thrown on her own resources. She finds work at the Emporium, a de partment store owned by Edward Gilder; is accused of the theft of silks, and sent to prison, though in nocent. She tells George Demarest, Gilder’s head lawyer, that the way to stop thievery is to pay n 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, sea* 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 North 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 band of swindlers, roffbing only the unscrupulous. Gilder’s son Dick meets and loves Mary, who seeks wreak vengeance on the father through the son. Aggie poses as her cousin, and they pretend to be re spectable. They are visited by De tective Cassidy, who tries to scare Mary Into leaving town through threats. He is laughed at for his pains, because she was "within the law." The detective, before leaving again, tells Aggie and Joe Garson that “there’ll be trouble” for them unless they get out of town. Now go on with the story soever, save the single merit of un swerving loyalty to her "pals." 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 lus 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 1 have wonderful talent." The flve minutes were up. Rnd 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 the*v> words.” she exclaimed to her father, "he just drops everything else and runs all the wav 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.” Miss Patterson looked like a toy balloon and danced like a baby ele phant. She hopped about and around ' and around, coming down for the i most part on Henderson's toes. She did all tile things that he hated most. \Vhen they had circled th#* hall a time or two the music mercifully stopped, Henderson being in a state of com plete exhuastlon and Miss Patterson beaming joyously. He was too much overcome to know whether she could talk or what she really looked like, his one idea being to escape. As lie sought refuge in the smoking room he was unaware that Miss Patterson’s eyes were following him with a look of deep gratltud 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. H went back into the smoking room and tried to forget that look. When ho had finished his cigar he skulked into the hall. Miss Patterson where he had left her. her round fa beginning to look a little tired, but unfailingly cheerful, her brown ey;s still wistfullytiopeful. Henderson dived back into the outer hall and there gloomily communed with himself. Presently he returned walked bravely across th#* room and once more invited Misr 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 dance 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. Bo he went home with Mi!*s 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 t the size of the third finger on the left, hand. At the question he gaVe the plump little hand —the comfortable little cushiony hand that yet was so capable and energetic—a contented squeeze. ”1 think 1 began by being sorry for you." he aeid 4 You did dance so abominably.” 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 she 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 ihe 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 had believed that bv the deliberate adoption of a life of guile within limit* 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. Tet, 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, fcihe was wholly woman, notwithstanding the virility of her intelligence, its audac ity, it's 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 ruil measure. * * ♦ And her life was barren. Since the death of her father, there had been none on whom she ooulfl 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 fo rehearse the Impossibilities of com panionship in the prison life. Since (hen, Ihe situation had not vitally im proved, In spite of her better worldly condition For Garson. who had saved 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 I.ynch, and by no possibility could the adven turess serve as an object of deep re gard. The girl wras amusing enough, and. indeed, a most likable person at her best. But she was, after all, a shallow-pated Individual, without a shred of principle of any sort what- SaTe. trip “Captain." said a wealthy passen- er. v\ ho wan about to take his first •ss the ocean, "I understand tfkv got several water-tight compartments.” "Yes, sir, M was the reply “Captain,” the passenger went ot., , "1 want* uftefp' t<hose com* 1 partments I don’t care what it costs. ’ 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 bad forgotten the address of her son. who lived in foreign parts. "It’s in China.’’ she faltered The man behind the counter then scratched his head. "China’s a big vague.’* he said, and so audibly thought the queue. Well, sir.’ said the dear old soul. “1 know it’s a name something like the r.oise of a motor-caf tfltKes-" Hong honk!” *ame In a quickly suppressed shrill from the sandy-nairedi telegraph boy who had been watching the proceedings with considerable en- | thusiasni "That's it that's it. sir!” cried the j delightful old lady And the clerk filled ' in Hong Kong in the address have been seriously engaged. In one instance, of recent happening.^she had been much in association withm 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- vond the most of his class. This was Dick Gilder, 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. ^*he 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 tVie old Daw. and the fierceness of the struggle rent her. Just now-, the doing of the kindly act seemed pome how 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- sejf and with her system of living. Indeed, as she w r as 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 smiling. Suffered Injustice. Harris regarded hi« client with an appreciative eye. as he bowed in greeting, and invited 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 a.« 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 lawyer, than the man that w*as 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 seated 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. “1 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, hut I confess that I appreciate your opinion of things, Miss Turner, even of legal documents—yes. indeed. I do!—perhaps particularly of legal documents.” “Thank you,” Mary . c wid. evidently 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 gavA them until to-morrow. If I don’t hear then. I shall start suit at once.” Then the lawyer's manner became unusually bland and self-satisfied pa he opened a drawer of the desk and brought forth a rather formidable- appearing document, bearing a most impressive seal. “You \Vill be glad to knowy” he went on unctuously,, “that I was entirely successful 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 squaw'king 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 w r ere curved 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. “Tt’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 remi 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 I made the request, the judge just naturally nearly fell off the bench. Then 1 showed him that Detroit case, to which 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 bag 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 Heating* 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 brought the money. What about it?” ,eave 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. Irwin lost no time in coming t« 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 clear and shining, and her voice wsi cold as she replied with significant i brusqueness: "It's not a threat. Mr. Irwin. The suit will be brought." The lawyer frowned and there was a strident note in his voice when he answered, meeting her glance with an uncompromising stare of hostility. “You realize, of course," he said finally, “that this is merely plain blackmail." 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