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u of Fanny '
AR RS
By Virginia Terhune Van di
Water.
{Copyright, 1914, by The Star Company )
“I am living out In servics Nell
“Oh-h-h'" The manosylla '
noted Jdismay. v some rellef
Panny knew that for a moment Nelll
had felt a great fear about her friend
oareer
“1 suppose you are shocked.” Fanny
interposed hastily That is wh i
tried to keep the truth from by
not seeing yYou at al But I've beer
very lonelh Yo ee, N Wias
housework or starve r WOoPse
‘T see,” sald Nellle Poor .
aprry you've come 1 this wt, bha
as it is, it's hones And you must
come Lo see me, anywa Wh the
matter with your ymin’ to-nig!
She Refuses to Go
To See Nellie at Once.
“Thank yvou.” Fan rejoined 1"
I don't think |} ! Bhe f th e
could not ses Nellle t vet. =0 »
after tha revelation she had Lt
Made
“Well, then, when?' Nellie urged
M have Sunday afternoon and
evening off,” Fanny told her
. ' Come to sunper with i
giris at our flat then " Nellie suggest
ed ‘Only. Fan, suppose you don’t
tell the girls what you're doin
mean what vour jJob s "
“All right,”" Panny agreed faintly
“Good hye'”
She hung up the recelver and wen
out of the telephone boot!
“Yet they say there's nothing to be
ashamed of In Hving out #he mut
tered. “If there ien't, why do other
;\nrwnr girls take that tone about
kY
CHAPTER XLVIL
OMEN are not supposed 14
have the brute nstinct o
fight or inflict a physical hur
on one who njures them Yet, !If such
instinet had not existed n Fanny
Hedden's nature she would not have
feit the thrill of satisfaction with
which she saw Jim Crandall knocked
down by a man who had sprung al
him =o suddeniy that sha had not
seen his face bhefore he had felled her
pereecutor. But swift on this thrill of
exultation came a fear Suppose he
was badly wounded! But as quickly
this fear was dispelled as Crandall
struggled to his feet. He was stout
and no athlete, and he did not present
a dignified spectaclie as he clambered
up from the dust and came toward
his assallant
Then. for the frst time, Fanny
glanced at the face of the man who
had made himself her champion. She
caught her breath sharply, as n the
licht cast through the dusk by the
street lamp she recognized her escort
of last Christmas night—Joe Brown
That the ovnly man in New York
whose attemtions to her had not been
akin to an insult should have wit
nessed the scene between her and
Crandall was, she felt, one of the
fronies of fate. And she had Ifked Joe
Brown!
“Look out'!” she exclaimed warn
ingly as Crandall approached
But Joe laughed as he faced the
ANgTY man.
“We'll fight this out!” Crandall
panted, “vou hound you——"
“James'!” a shrill voice rang out
from an electric car which had fust
drawn up at the curb. The driver a
handsomely dressed woman, sprang
out and joined the trio. She glanced
ahout to see if there were any other
observers before she spoke agaln
But her exclamation had been suffi
cient to check her hushand's outbhurst
and to cause his manner to change
with ludicrous rapidity.
“Oh, my dear,” he began, “1 did not
see you. 1 was just talking to this
young lady who was once in my em
ploy, and—"
“Another!” his wife exclaimed with
a sneering laugh. “You have had so
many pretty giris in your employ, as
yvou call it, that T am to be pardoned
if 1 can not keep track of them. I
would suggest now that you come
home with me—vyour wife, Explana
tions can follow later. 1 passed here
a few minutes ago end saw you talk
fng with this—young lady”-—with a
scornful glance at Fanny. “As she
has another escort now, I think she
will excuse vou. Girls prefer young
men to middle-aged ones-—especially
middle-aged married ones"
The Humor of the Situation
Strikes Joe Brown.
Had Fanny not been g 0 over
whelmed with shame she might have
samiled when she saw the abject and
cowed husband follow his wife as she
led the way to her brougham. But
Joe—sorry as he was for the girl at
his s!de—had an unquenchabla sense
of humor.
“By George!” ha muttered, “He'll
obey her--for she's got the money!
Tve heard of him before, and of how
#he traing him. He's a scoundre!
that's what he is! I'm thankful 1
happened to come along just in time
to save you further annoyance.”
Fanny tried to speak. She was
trembliing and her lips twiched. Was
Joe Brown telling the truth? Had he
not seen Jim Crandall talking to her—
or did he really suppose, in spite of
what Mrs. Crandall had sald, that the
man was a stranger who had spoken
to her for the first time just now?
“I want to go home” she =sald,
weakly, her voice breaking as a
frightened child’'s might have done,
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ÜBT & few dars ago, in the subway, I saw two smart, trig, little Gotham
matds with sleek halr, spats, perfect composure and darlingly pretty
faces commit that “commonest” of all by-plays—make hidden fun of
& plain iittle person opposite them. Of courss, you and I tuck in our chin
apd whisper that it s a pity when girls do that that they cannot know
thet they are covering themselves with ridicule and a sign that calls aloud
® men, “1 am unattractive, and i{ll-mannered, and | do not know very
mudh!” For there the sign hangs, demosels, plain for any one o see, when
you whisper behind your hand and flash amused eyes at odd-looking folks.
“Please go on now and let me un'
home alone”™
The young man laid a reassuring
hand on her quivering fingers ‘l'd
rather take you home, If you don’t
mind,” he said. “But il you don't wan!
e to, I'll go with you only as far as
your street. But 1 hope you'll say 1
can take you all the way" .
“No! No!” she begged. "l want to
be alone, please!”
And, turning, she went swiftly
across the drive and up the slope to
the street. The man Jid not move for
il minute, but stood watching her i
. “"Well,” he mused, “if she wants '"i
EO alone, it's my place to let her go,
1 suppose. But I can follow her at a
distance and see that no harm comes
to her. She won't know I'm within
call. She's too pretty and too inno
cent to go around town alone like |
this."
Which reflection proved that Joe
Brown did not judge by appearances,
but by what his inner conviction told
him of a woman's character
The pity he had felt for Fanny Hed
den on Christmas night had been in
his heart ali the past weeks. This
evening it increased as, carefully
kepipg a half-block behind her he
saw the girl walk rapidly down West
lEnd avenue., He wondered where she
lived now. He had been away from
lwwn on a business trip, y# when he
lra!n-d on Neilie and Grace at their
‘flal on the evening after his return
to New York they had told him, in|
'reply to his studiously nonchalant
questions, that they did not know
where Fanny was.
The reply had made him uneasy.
She seemed so pathetically alone in
' this big eity. And now here he had
met her-—just when she needed him
most. Life and its ways were strange,
He did not know how she happened
' to be talking to that rascal Crandall,
"but he’did know that there was some
good explanation of it, He knew she
was the kind of a girl a man could
trust. ?
'He Makes a Discovery
In Following Fanny. _
~ Once Fanny paused at a cross street
as if to go through to Broadway and
take a car. Then, changing her mind,
she hurried on. She felt that she
could not endure sitting in a public
conveyance while her nerves were in
this tremulous state. The rapid walk
might quiet her. She would let her
self into the house and go to her
room. She remembered gratefully
that Mrs. Abbott and “the children”
were dining out with a relative to
night. )
Joe Brown had followed her many
blocks when she reached her destina
tion. Laurking :n the shadow of a
flight of stone steps, he saw Kanny
stop at the servants' entrance of a
large apartment house, then, a mo
ment later, the gate, inscribed “serv
ants,” opened and closed, and she was
gone. But the man did not move for
several minutes after she had dis
appeared. At last he drew a long sigh
and teok off his hat. He found him
gelf warm after his walk.
“So that's the way it is!” he mut
tered. “And that's why she has not
10ld the girls where she is or what |
she's doing! Poor, brave little girill
Dear little girl!™
And there was something warmer
than pity in the exclamation. l
CHAPTER XLVI,
ANNY HEDDEN'S ming was full |
F of bittgr thoughts as she
walked uptown this afternocon
of early spring. She felt as if life
’lu\ before her, a narrow, sandy road
that led nowhere excent over lree!esll
pleins. She told herself that she was
fit for nothing except the Kind of
work she was doing now, and thu(l
this meant pity or patronage h"uml
peopl® no batter than herself. |
There are hundreds of other mrh]
with the same ideas-so many that
one’'s heart sches in thinking of them.
For they are wrong in thelr views
from the first. They fail to see thelr
housework is as honorable as dress.
making; that donmwestic service is less
degrading than work in a factory or
mill.
But all this is a digression from
Fanny. When she was tired of walk- |
ing, she took the subway to one of
the uptown Broadway stations, there
leaving the train, strolied aimlessly
through to Riverside drive. [t was
late in the afternoon when she seated
hers2!f on one of the henches on the
edge of the walk, and gazed sadly
over t he river. She actually wished
that she was dead. A man, strolling
past, glanced at her, hesitated, walked
on a few steps, but, returning, sat
down on the other end of her bench.
She was so lost in her iserable
thoughts that she did not notice him
nor remove her eves from the view on '
which they were fixed until he spoke |
her name. She scarcely suppressed a |
ery of alarm as she turned and found |
’hors«!f looking into the face of )uuhfl'
Crandall. |
“You!" she faltered, the color leav
ing her face. “You!” '
; She started to her feet, but he
caught her by the arm and pulled her
{dnwn upon the bench.
Jim Crandall Pulls
‘Her Down on the Bench.
- "lLook out!” he cautioned bhrusque.
Iy, “yvou will attract attention!"
A woman walking by looked curd.
ously at Fanny, and Crandall let go of
‘her arm. He did not observe that one
of two women in a passing eleetric
broughman leaned sudden! forward
and peered out of the window at him.
Her eyves flashed: then, fearful less'
’the friend with her might notice her
agitation, she addressed to her some
smilingly indifferent remark and
drove on.
“l see vou are as cold as vou used
to be,” the man sald, in a low voice.
There was a cvnical smile on his face,
but Fanny did not notice it. “T have
a favor to ask of vou,” he gontinued.
“It i{s this: Be kind to me for five
minutes—long enough to tell me what
vou are doing. I know from your
face that you are not happy.” '
Fanny did not repl The man
changed his tone and became plead-
Ing, gentle,
“Fanny,’ 'he urged, "1 did not treat
vou fairly, bat you might forgive me,
since vou know that my affection for
vou got the best of my principles,
And, my dear, vou knew that T cared
for vou, and—Fanny--are vou listen-
Ing? :
She nodded, but did not look at him.
“1 did care for you,” he was plead
ing. “Please believe that, dear.”
He laid his hand on hers but she
snatched her fingers from his grasp.
So violent was the action that a
yvoung man. crossing the road back of
the bench, noticed the movement and
stopped in amazement, then, walking
a few naces away, he stopped again,
ands stood in the sheiter of a tree,
watching the man whose features he
could not discern, for Crandall's hat
was pnlled down over his eves. ¥Fan
ny's face, still turned to the West,
shone faintly in the failing light.
Fanny Hedden moistened her dry
But do you knew, ¥f they had been twice as wise again and had looked
carefully into the plain little country person’s eyea thay would have stubbed
the toe of thelr minds on something—an amused little glint that lurked
in her gray eves. She thought they were FUNNY, TOO! Den't you
reckon they would have stretoched their blue and brown eyes if they had
known that? Always remember, for this is what ! thought while I watched
and found a pieture in it all, that there is an old fable about the pot calling
the kettle black! When the perfect little nineteen-fifteen maiden In
tiny hat ana iwcked-down hair, wild feather, skins and skins of fur enough
to pack the shelves of a Canadian trading post. gran'mother tunic. melon
Illps. “I have nothing to say,” she
muttered, “except that 1 do not want
‘ to see you again” |
~ She looked at Crandall, and he
smiled sadly, and with seeming ten
derness |
*I deserve my punishment,” he said,
“cruel as it is. But you will sugely
‘tell me what work you are doing now
.~whether you are happy or not?”
The dark memories which had
thronged the girl's bealn during his
pleading were suddenly pierced by the
swift recollection of her present posi
tion. She threw back her head and
spoke defiantly, bitterly.
“Yes!"” she exclaimed. “I will tell
you what lam now! I'm a servant—
do vou hear? A common servant!
That's what vou did when vou had
me discharged from my position.”
Crandall Meets
‘An Unexpected Foe.
“Which,” he interrupted her, “you
owed to me, remember.”
she had sprung to her feet. The
walk was deserted now, save for the
two figures facing each other and the
unseen shape lurking in the shadows.
The electric brougham which had
passed a few minutes earlier was rn-i
flurning along the drive, but the ex
cited pair were not looking in that di
rection. i
. Crandall took a swift step toward
the girl, and, before she could suspect ‘
his intention, he clasped her in his
arms
[ “Little fool!" he exclaimed. “Don’t
' yvou know-—can't you understand——"
She struggled wildly to free her
self, but he held her firm. “Let me
80! Let me go!"” she cried.
| KEven as she tried to utter a scream
’a fizure seemed to spring from ihe
earth beside her; there was the sound
‘flf a dull blow, and the man who had
just now held her in a grip Jdike iron
was sprawling on the ground at her
feet.
CHAPTER XLVIIL
ANNY HEDDEN slept little the
night after her encounter with
Jim Crandall. She was too
nervous to lle still, but tossed on her
parrow bed until dawn. Then she
fell into such a heavy sleep that she
‘did not open her eyes until Mrs. Ab
pott knocked at her door. ‘
“Fanny!” she called. “What s the
‘matter? Why aren’t you up?”
. The girl struggled to a sitting pos
‘lure and glanced at the clock by her
bed. It was ten minutes to 8, and 8
i was the breakfast hour.
. “Oh, I have overslept!” she ex
claimed, contritely. “I'm sorry, Mrs.
Abbott. I'll dress as quickly as I
can.”
’ “Meanwhile I shall have to prepare
breakfast,” her mistress remarked. “It
'will not do for the young gentlemen
‘lo be late to school.” 3
As is always the case when one
}hurries. Fanny's fingers were clumeyi
and bungling that morning.' Yet in
tess than fifteen minutes she was inJ
the kitchen. Here she found Mrs, Ab
bott just pouring the coffee, She had l
| heated the cereal, cooked the eggs
and made a plate of toast.
“Oh, Mrs. Abbott,” I‘anny =said
again, “I am so sorry 1 overslept!”
Mrs. Abbott glanced at her search
ingly. ‘““You must have been out very
late,” she accused. “Yet when I came
in all was so dark and quiet that I
took it for granted you were in bed- '
‘but I suppose you weren't.” |
- Moakee I bed long before vou came
home,” Panny said. “Rut I did nml
get to gleep until daylight.,” l
(To Be Continued To-morrow.)
The Chance of a
Lifetime
l‘ ‘[T is the chance of a lifetime, Ivan
Michailoviteh.”
“So you sald in your letter,
Anna.” $
The dark, slim man, sitting on the
edge of the dirty wooden table in the
small garret room lit by a smoking ol
lamp, stared across at the beautiful
woman that" faced him, looking, in her
magnificent sable cloak, strangely out
of place in her sordid surroundings.
“And 1 must confess T was surprised.”
He lit a fresh cigarette. ‘“Revilements,
anger, accusations of treachery—all
| these I had expected; but enthusiasm,
encouragement, praise even,”” 'he
shrugged his shoulders slightly. ‘“No.”
“Is it possible you do not under
stand?” Anna Ivanovna asked incredu—'
lously. “Can it be that you can not
see the heaven-sent chance thatl
stretches before vou?"' |
“My dear Anna,” Ivan Michalloviteh |
assured her, ‘I sees nothing before me |
but a lot of hard and uninteresting work !
and possibly an early grave.”
“Since when has the thought of an
early grave troubled you?' she asked, !
{fmpatiently. “Don’'t we all carry mu‘l
| lives In our hands, Ivan Michalloviteh, |
we of the Silent Tribunal? Since when
'hns death become to us more than a
| kind friend stepping between us &nd;
the rigors of prison? You know what !
‘ happens when they get us there?"” !
i “I know they killed my father,"” the'
‘young man regarded her under sr\mbor'
brows, ‘“that your mother died heneathl
the knout, that we and others are sworn
to avenge them. But I also know,” he
said, with a steely glint of invincible
resolution in his blue eyes, “‘that to-day
II have taken the oath of allegiance tol
the Czar and am a private in the Rus
! sian army.” l
{ “And if it had been any other but‘
you,” she hurled the words at him
flercely, “'I should have cried aloud in
the streets ‘Traitor! Renegade!' "’
“You would have me break my oath
of feaity?" {
“1 would have you keep it.” Proudly]
she crossed her arms upon her breast.g
from which the cloak had fallen back,
showing her in evening splendid or satin
and jewels. ‘“Remember the oath, Ivan,
you swore to us.'" §
**All that was before the war."” Ivan's ’
tone was no less resolute. ‘“Our petty
wrongs, our lesser miseries are all swal
lowed up now, It is as though a great
wave had swent across a shore and left
it bare."” !
““Have you gone mad?' White to the
lips, the woman sank upon a vhair,l
“Must I remind you of the wounds)
upon your father's back, of my muther's‘
l dishonor?"”
““These are privale matters. The war
| has pushed them all aside. Russia ualisl
and | must go.” i
l “And your dream-—our dream of a free |
Russia-—yhat becomes of that?
*lt must go its way, like the rest of
muff, “dcbutante slouch,” spats, and tripping walk, confronts a row of
girls from other lands and lisps, “My, but you are funny!” pirhaps the
maiden from Araby, the Puebio Indian girl with her blue-dyed feathers,
her bound feet and legs, and her elk-tooth necklaces, the Moor in her
trousers and veil, the Esquimo in seabfur and polar bear skins with only
her bright, broad face “keeking’’ out, the East Indian with her toe-rings
and the dlamond set in her curved brown nostril, the little Chinee with
long nafls and nubbin feet like the sure little under-pinning of our moun
tain burros, perhaps all these breathe out in broken English, “But YOU
are funny, too!"—NELL BRINELEY.
dreams." he answered, sternty. “Dreams
have no part in war.”
“Then our love, too, was a dream?’
She stared up at him hardiy. “Remem
ber, that goes, 100."" He saw a tear fall
upon her breast, “if all the rest does."”
*“ls that a threat, Anna?"”’
He stared at the tear, and it seemed
to him it sparkled brighter than any
diamond. |
She shrugged her shoulders. “I could
never love a soldier in the tyrant's
army,"” he heard her mutter.
“Kven if fighting in the tyrant's army
means a free Russia in the end?”
*he looked up eagerty. ‘
“How can that be?"
“Listen, Anna.” He kneit down by
her side, taking both her hands In his.
“To-day I saw the Czar, spoke to him."”
“You saw the Czar—you?"
The red had come back to the wom
an's lips, her eyes sparkied.
“Yes; he sent for me. He had heard,
by what means I know not, of my in
tention of joining the army. We revo
lutionists live on the housetops, It seems,
in spite of our burrowings. He told me
—I could hardly believe, It, Anna, when
he told me —that he haq often read and
gympathized with my articles in the pa
pers. He sald his dream, too, was of a
free Russia.’’
“And you belleved him?* Angrily the
woman pushed him from her and sprang
to her feet. ‘“‘Fool! He wants men,
that's all, your preclous Czar. He knows
you have a following. He s afraid of
you, lvan, that’'s why he lied."
“If you could only have heard him,
Anna."”
“I said you were a fool, but you are a
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e !
If you wear an aged. discolored or
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traitor, too. Go!" Scornfully she
turned aside to let him pass “I've
done with you!"
“Anna, you don’'t mean that? Haven't
we been comrades, lovers, all these
%’vars? Haven't we worked together
and in hand, steg by step, for a free
Russia? I'm working stiil—-I'm going
to this war. My life is bound up in
Russia, Anna, as much as is yours."” Hls
volce was a prayer.
Her beautiful face was set llke stone
Instinctively he knew his passion would
beat against it in vain.
One. moment she stood as still as
death; then turned a face alive with vin.
dictive hate toward him.
“Go. before 1 kill you, Ivan Michalil
ovitch!"” she said.
And because the oath he had taken
that day burnt stronger in him than the
love of a woman, he obeyed.
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STTING *“all dolled up” seems o
| be some folks’ idea of being
abarming. And ruffies and frille
and furbelows aren't charming &t &l
they are merely distracting.
Anything that ls worth anything is
worth standing by and for itself. There
Is a great deal of truth in the old .m
ing, “Beauty unadorned--adorned
most."
Recently a girt 1 )aln lon‘. mbo“ “”
never thought at pretyy ?ll
seem almost beautiful. [ hunted for the
peason, She was no dearer to me than
| ever She was not dressing any bete
ter than usual. There seemed NO gD~
| eral reason for her lmwmfl in ap
t:anurn. And the part cause at
st made itself felt. Her hair, whiock
she had been in the MMW"C and
fluffing into a “broken aboul her
head, was now brushed smoothly inte
-mnlnf‘ colls
. In the unadorned simplicity of u
eoiffure it became evident that she
'a remarkably well shaped head, A
smooth white brow and masses of glossy,
fine halr. Her whole face took on the
charm of :lmlpllclt)', It had a coal,
clean, restful look that actually made
me think her beautiful, and since every
one else | knew was exclaiming, "My,
how pretty Jessie's getting,” 1 decided
that the best argument for simplieity I
had gver seen was embodied in Jessle
of the smooth locks.
Gowns of simple lines, ""'fl‘ color
schemes, whole-costume combinations
that look unelaborate, unstudied and
simple, charm the beholder. Of course,
they are probably worked out with a
great deal of elaboration. But the ef
fect they produce is one of simplieity, It
is worth striving for
The principle that makes a ocostume
charming applies equally well to a per
sonality. Mannerisms, peculiarities and
affectations are not at all attractive,
They give a whrunhuh({, & touch of un
reality and of artificiality that is not at
all lovable. This does not mean that
one is not to have depth, Eimplieity and
shallowness are not in any way synon
ymous. Simplicity really proceeds most
caslly and most naturally from a big,
deep nature that is not bothering to pro
duce impressions
The people who strike conscious poses
are too busy producing effects to g
duce much work in the world. o
people who are thinking are too busy In
the doing to waste any energy on worry.
ing about how they strike the rest of
the world. Consequently they give a
very simple impression .to humanity.
They just live out their own personali
ties and sre what they are,
There is a very lovable quality to
simplicity. No more worth-while com
;‘;umn;l can be paid a man than to say
e has the sou! and minfl of & man and
the simple heart of a child. No greater
compliment can be given a woman than
to say that she has all the big abilities
of mature womanhood and the simple
sweetness of an unaffected child.
Simplicity is lovable and livable.
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| Easily Prepared 1o a Few Min- G
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