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A Lesson Worth the While---Speak Little @MM&WREM
Tht GEORGIANS MAGAZINE PAGE—
Romance! Thrilll Action in
The Heart of
- Wetona :-
Tony Wells Asks if the Young Wife Is Certain of Ha‘l"-rl
din’s Non-Appearance. . ‘
Novelized from the Frohinan-Be
lasco production of George Scarbor
ough’s play, now running at the Ly
eam rheater, New York., Copyright,
1916, International News Service.
By ANNE LISLE.
“NAUMU! Nauma! Nauma!
Look! See! He come! He
come!” she cried suddenly,
for even an Indian maid feels the need
of someone in whom to confide her joy,
And a second later Nauma was receiv
ing the little kitten (an unnecessary
third in Wetona's love duet) and was
striding away joyfully decked out in
a string of vivid beads Tony had
brought as a present to her. 2
Mr. Wells never undervaluéd the
importance of having a friend a court.
And Nauma, though ugly and old and
stoop-shouldered, was to be propl
tiated after the manner of all women
—either by being told she was beau
tiful or by being presented with the
wherewithal to make herself beautiful
in her own eyes! “Now! Oh, am
so glad to see you, Tony! Mr. John
say you come soon!”
A Complaceht Smile.
They were alone—they 'were to have
ten minutes together. Wetona had
never looked sweeter or more alluring
than ske did now, in her simple house
gown of blue—but a sudden apprehen
sion seized Tony. “He said I would?
He doesn’t know that I'm the one——"
In that moment it almost occurred
to Mr. Wellg to suspect Mr. Hardin
aud suspect him of diabolical clever
ness. But Wetona set him right about
that directly by explaining that when
she had told the man who had married
her of her confidence that her own
man would come soon he had said she
was right.
Tony smiled complacently. There
was no doubt of it. He had Hardin's
measure. “Didn't think bhe was string
ing me a while ago—" )
“You talked to him? You tell him
it you?” cried the girl, eagerly.
“Told him nothing—but we had a
nice little talk—"
“He say make yourselt at home."”
Wetona smiled shyly.
Tony smiled and held out his arm.
“Thanks, come over here and 1 will.”
Some little instinct of finesse made
Wetona feel a peculiar embarrass
ment. “I doan’ think he mean that
way.”
Tony was ready with the rough
masterfulness which had always
served him well, and he caught Weto
na in his arms and kissed her soft
red lips.
“Mebbe 1 ought not to kiss you at all
~but when 1 see you there just now 1
Kiss you before I think—l doan’ be
lieve I kiss you 'nother time. Mebbe
it not right for Wetona to kiss you
here—in his house.”
The girl made an effort to explain,
so analyge herself. She wgs not in
the habit of doing that; she was too
simple—too primitve. But something
had forced her to think—to questian,
&8 she had never before qugstioned.
And she was trying desperately to ex
plain herself to Tony.
He wanted neither philosophy nor
moralizing from Wetona—what he
wanted was very different gnd he
meant to have it. So now he brushed
ber scruples aside lightly. .
~ “Oh, well, if you feel that way about
st—step out in the yard in the moon
light. It'll be like old times.”
Wetona evaded him. She ‘was far
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pathy or of understanding with her
fi . She loved and if
w aceept M.LV"‘"M&C ‘::
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Kert Spreading, So Bad Could Not
Sleepat Night. Itched and Burned.
Ashamed to Go Anywhere,
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over my face. lth:::o:;t‘h‘onmuo
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£ R Seep at night. The ring
worms were large and as
' thick as they could be and
: the skin was red and in
@ flamed. They ched and
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sshamed 10 pe anywhere
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Sample Each Free by Mall
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M Bold sreughout the world.
was very likely to accept bi_g; The
girl was a strange mixture of sim
plicity and native coquetry and deep
emotion. Tony Wells had waked the
“sleeping princess,” and so inevitably
she turned to him: “No.’ I no comoi
in yard. I blow you kiss! There!‘
Wetona look at you. That joy enough
for her!”
% Not Enough for Him.
It was decidedly not joy enough for
'the man, however. The sound of
music was wafted through the open
window. Over at Fort Sill there was
dancing and gayety and the strain of
a waltz was beatiflg on the air. But
Tony heard it only subconsciously,
He was afraid that John Hardin
might not be such an utter idiot as he
seemed. Destiny may have no mes
sengers—but premonitions come to all
of us at times, and Tony was Yaguely
uneasy, though he hardly knew why.
“You'ra certain Hardin doesn’t sus
'pect me?" Me asked at last. 3
“We doan’ talk about it,” replied
Wetona earnestly. “Oh, Tony, I so
anxious—l so afraid something hap
pen to you—that people know—why
you not write me a letter or come be
fore?”’ A
- “Couldn’t take any chgvces with a
man like Hardin,” replied Tony,
gravely. “That dance at the Post
gave me an excuse for coming to
town today—why, they're dancing
now. We ought to be there,”
He came closer. The music, and
the air, and the delicate perfume of
the girl's presence were beginning to
bhave their way with him, “It's a
wgpdeflul night for music and danc
ing and love,” sald he.
Wetona, too, heard the-waltz. They
had played it the night she first nfis‘t
Tony Wells. She wondered. if he re
membered. Wetona did not know that
the very danger a man like Tony
Wells hag for women, is that h§ dgs
remember. Men who have a big in
terest in life forget—but the profes
sional love-maker, the man who lives
by the light he kindles in loving eyes
~he remcmbers; that is his business.
“My, but you're a little beauty!”
sald Tony suddenly, leaning ta:n.rd
her.
i But Wetona's very naivete made her
safe for the moment. “Yqs, Wetona
very pretty when she happy.”
In real simplicity a strong man
finds always a certain wistful qua.l*y
which makes hym waut to protect a
woman even from himself.
" He Thinks He Means It
“You're perfection,” cried Tony
Wel'ls. “Listen! You remember that
waltz? They played it the night we
met at the Post.” o
He did remember! He loved her
as much as she loved him. Suddenly
everything was right with Wetona's
world. No longer any qwtfiopnar
her—just Tony and love. She rose,
and swaying tp the musig darted to
ward him. He caught her in his arms
and went on with the wooing which
set every note in Wetona's naturg vi
brating. -
“Ah, dear, the very Instant I saw
vou!even before I khey whether you
were an Indian princess or g Spanish
senqrita. I turned every other girl's
picture to the wall. Yes, and when
my "arms went around you § little
latet in that first waltz I knew that
the Great Spirit had written our
names together in the Big Book be
yond the stars. I love you-—there's
nobody else in the world——» -
And with Wetona there close in his
arms, warm and sweet and trembling
at his embrgce, Tony ’ thought -he
meant it. ;
"It you lgve some other woman 1
think I gealp you. * % * ARY 1
only play.” "For Tonx was holding
her very close and m stirred
‘within her—memory u% her t
him even as his arms were pressing
her againgt his heart now. Ske could
hear its rapid pulsing beat. She was
happy and her volice thrilled goftiy in
response to m.dgwdhmu_uk
ing hor: “Ah—it's sweet to listen to
my man's love voulg again.”
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
‘ Do You Know—
In Asia ivory tusks greenly possessed
W Mate shpbante. 1 1
The youngest genergl in the British
army is thli‘!x-guua .
mhmnh‘thb}qqh some
2,400 disorders.
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Seeking Perfection.
Atmoup_s dy viplipist is § firm be
lever In L practice, no matter
where she happens to be located. She
was Guce staying in the summer at &
country place. KEvery she went
through wmmm Every
marning a boy employed abaut the place
od her open window and h‘i
m‘m .n'm %in
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“Hit Can't yo play It yits"
Shells as Things of Beauty
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By GARRETT P. SERVISS.
EAUTIFUL shells were aumiong
B the first objects of adornment
for his person and his dwelling
that were used by man, and their
forms and colors furnished some of
his earliest lessons in esthetic educa
ticn. ‘
Shells were also one of the first
kinds of money. For the American
Indians wampum bheads made from
shells took the place of gold. The
ornamental uses of shells, as Mr. L.
B. Gratacap shows in the American
Museum Journal, are as curious as
they are numerous. The most strik
ing in appearance are the imitations
ot flowers. although this appeals to a
very, prlqlmve tg.ste. It is the in
genuity of the combinations and the
surprise felt that two such essentially
different. natural objects can be made
to resemble eac)l other, that afford the
Dleasure given by the sight of a bas
kel, or garland, of shell-flowers.
Petals, stamens, pistils, leaves,
stems, are all imitated in shell forms,
while in color tints and blendingy it
i 8 questionable whether some shells
are not superior to flowers. In the
property of iridescence the finer shells
certainly possédss an advantage over
any vegetable substance., Pearls are
a kind of shel!, formed within shells,
and they have always been regarded
as the most queenly of gems.
The Central American Indians have
long been famous for their skill in
making she'l flowers, and some ex
quisite specimens of their work are to
be seen in the museum in Central
Park West. Bagkqts and flowers are
MMW*
Facts About the Famous
LFRED CAPPER in his “Remi-
A nhceqcu".' tells the following
’Fogi.m:' Knight-Bruce, Bish-
QR of Mashonaland. He had been
preaching on the famous text which
bids us to turn the other cheek to
him wha has smitten us.
“During the following week he met
bullying Boer farmgr, who groasly
insulted Wi, and then smacked nim
on the face. Now,” cried he to the
Bishop, ‘turn the other cheek and I'l
smack that, too.” The B!ahog meeXkly
did hf was told, and the Bqer
u‘fi him "an awfyl %fick‘on tha&
‘3« his face alsQ. Theén he turne
1o go away.
“‘Wait"a minute,’ quietly remarked
the little Bishop, taking oft his coat
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Fictionless Fable
HERE was once a man whose
T "boast was, “1 want what 4 want
when I want it."
He was always very sure of what
he ‘wanted—and equally sure that in
the chinging coyrse of human nature
he might not want it long and so had
best go after it while it meant some
thiog to him.
When he arrived at the age of 32
his life wgs marked by a series of
milestones that meant little desires
fccomplished and little poipts gaiped.
But there had been so many little sat
istactions In his lite that he had had
uo Ume fox big aues.
He had never gone hungry at the
lynch hour gnd then sat down to din
nes with added zest of starved hours
to whet his appetite.
Suddenly when he was 32 life
brought bes: wo thi hé
wanted. Ongnwu‘.ug:o‘love n;r:”buu
tiful young girl and the other one a
position of great importance. To
have both these things at once was
almost impossible. At last the man
was faced by the need of making a
cbch. \
The o:lrl be loved had an endless
array of suitors, and to win her meant
the need of conquering them. The
position he craved had a long list of
applicants and to win it meant ab
sorption in hard work.
The man sat down tor 24 hours qu
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IR Se ;
Shell basket made by the
Indians of Central America,
formed of small white oval
shells; flowers are made of
thin and shallow, white and
rose-tinted shells, and both
basket and flowers are con
structed with fine wire. In
the Ameérican Museum.
_b'———-——.——__—
alilke composed of white and deMcate
ly tinted shells, held in shape by fne
wires. Flower Laskets made of shells
by the Indians of Lowe’r California,
although very striking in appearjnce,
are ranked belcw the Central Ameri
can products, because glue instead of
invisible wiring is employed’ to hold
the work together. i
A truly magnificent object is a pair
of bonbon dishes, -belonging to Mrs.
F. A. Constable, and loaned to the
museum, which are Yormed of fiba_long
Ne R . T BS R RN
as he spoke and hanging it up on the
botgh of a neighboring tree. “Phere,
now, that’s the Bishop, he's done his
duty; here’s Knight-Bruce inhis shirt
sleeves; come on.’
~ Half an hour later they tock the
!Boer home on u.wh.eel.barrow.
| J. Pierpont Morgan, the millignaire,
tells a good story about his father, the
founder of the tamily's gigantic fop
tune. The late financier was one day
showing a friend his magnificent dog
kennels, when suddenly the visitor
stopped to admiye a particularly fine
pointer. A
“That's a beautiful dog!” he exe
claimed. “What do you call him 2"
et e
considered the matter so earnestly
that he antirely neglected to eat or
sleep. Here was thé girl he loved 86
well that he felt sure he would go on
loving her through long years of hap
py marrigge if only he dared takq
time to win her. .
Here, on the dther hand, was the
position tMyt wouldd erown “his c'u'c’g
with success. He looked back ov
his life and saw how he had filled it
full of trifles. He bad had a few spc
cesses in business and so was not
either a failure or an unimportant
beginner. :
He had had a few merry little imi
tation love affairs, and so his life was
not empty of brightuess and ¢olor.
He had always had what he wanted
and he had never wanted anything
big before.
At last he decided that love was the
thing to crown his life. So he went
to seek his sweetheart and found that
fig had eloyed with his partner the
¥ hefore.
Then he decided to console himself
by §tartidi 1o work for the position he
craved. But when he went to make
application he found that his partner
had gotten it and was to assume
charge on his return from a week's
honeymoon.
MORAL~SBomé people get what
they want—unti? they real t
Ring! ly wgn
shells supported by seahorses, the lat
tE'x"agxd the outside of the shells Being
coateg with silver. The nacreous
splendor of the inner side of the ab
aloné shells, forming, the interiorof
the dishes, is remarkably attractive.
But it is when shells are employed
not to imitate something else in na
ture, but for the sake of their owp
behuty, that the most admirable or
namental effects are obtained with
them. This principle doés not forbid
their use in the form of head
dresses, belts, pendants, etc.
Thus at the muséum there may be
seen @ life-size figure of a Tahitian
“fire-walker,” with his head encircled
with a garland of shells' which have
not been disguised in the form of im
ifation flowers. Primitive man in this
respect has really shown better taste
than civilized man, for among savage
tribes shells were not used imitative
ly, although they were often employed
as symbpols. T '
The Fijian chiefs wore the orange
cowry as a badge of office, and shells,
used sémply as lhellg because they
were in themselves beautiful,’ have
been found among ghe personal
adornments of early man in all parts
of the world. .
Another use of shells more truly
gg‘ieuc than their employment to
make imitation flowers is the adop
tion of their forms and their combi
nations of color as s&ies’do_m in the
arts. Mr. Ruskin thought that he
could gy‘uce such m‘{guflom. derived
from the cockle shell, In some of the
ormmw“ features of European ar
chitecture. A'fine abalone shell mlght
afford to ‘any artist fresl ideas in he
combindtion of color lints.
“Lqrd Rothschila,” ull!er«; Mr,
Motgsn, © o :
“Why on earth do you ecall him
that?" asked His friend, in sutprise.
“That's ' égsily “éxplained.”’ replied
the millionalre. '“lt’s because he pever
loses a (s) cgnt!". Ly
Qumiu;w. o Rritipg 8 hex ver:
sona ends, uses a small sheet
note ' papeP With™ Buckitighim Palace
stamped iy dark blue leftefs. Queen
Alexandra uses ¢ much !sa:: hest
addressed from Marlborou; ouse.
But nelther o?lthéfr' majesties has a
crown stamped on their privatg note
paper, as have almost all other Euro.
pean royalties. : ?
.
Weather by Signs |
N thesq days of uncertain weather
the old signs relied upon by our
fathers are worth refnembering.
Experience hag 'shqwn them o be
fairly reliable, and some of them can
be explained op & scientific basis:
Mgonlight nights have the heaviest
frosts. -
e her the clouds the finer the
& el
The farther the gight the nearer the
n‘n.» L ~ ..
Dew 13 a 0 indication of fine weath
er. |
When stars licker in a dark back- |
ground rain or snqw t%uowp goon. |
m‘goct ‘a strong wind with stormy
wen .{ w;n.m pokc :’ou eptnao!-
i g
Clé meon,” "
Erost spon.
Year of snow,
Frmt will grow.
Rain before seven,
RO Ton s o
-
The next wiil bf r:uny day.
ga,n the m 's in xta south
MARLAS .
ufts ong t
If you see grass in January,
r your,
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elp the traveler on his way;
Evmh:' gry and morning’.red
Bring down rain upon Hi§ head.
When the cloyds nm like rocks
m‘%f’-'-'wm by frequent
showers. i
Their Married Life
AA A A NP PPN PP
(Copyrighy 1916, Internatignal News
Service.)
€6 X JHAT do you think about
"'W Anne’s marriage to Jack?”
© % . Helen agked Frances as
the two sat in the tiny apartment
having tea together. -
™I think it is just as well,” said
Fra.nc‘es, easily, I\?‘rom her manner no
one would have supposed that she
cared anything for Anne, but Helen
knew better. "
“soy like Anne pretty well,” she
said, shrewdly. .
“Now, whatever ade you think
that?” said Frances, shipping a thread
and smiling one of her brilliant
smiles, 3
“Well, to tell you the truth, because
you and she*have managed to live so
amicably together.” °
Frances looked up in ~ surprise.
“Why, Helen, did you really think it
would be too much™ of an experi
ment?” :
“I really did,” said Helen, laughing.
“You see, I know you sld well, dear,
and I knew that Anne was quite op
posite from you in temperament, even
though she won't believe me” _ /
"“T should say she 15 “said Frances
quickly. “She’s a million times nicer.”
“Ob, no, she isp’t,” denied Helen,
“but she ign’t quite so selfish.”
‘Fra.nces only laughed. “Of course,
she i§n't as gelfsh as I am. She’s a
real dear, and, of course, I shall miss
her terribly. But I think it's better
for her to marry Jack. They are sc
well guited, and she loves him much
more than she really believes.”
“Then if you are going to miss her
80 much, why did you say that about
it being just as well?” said Helen
curiously.
» ‘“Well, T do think it will be better
for her. Beqiges, I am beginning to
chafe under the domestié routine of
this establishment. I know that it's
sweet and homy, and quite as artistic
g’, it is necessary to have it, but 1}
just long for the old days sometimes
when I am in a particularly wild
mood. T long for the roomineSs of
the studio ii\s my solitary ioneliness,
and ever'yt!‘lng connected with the old
life.”
“Then why did you ever plan to live
with Anne?”
An Unselfish Idea.
“Because,” said Frances dryly, “I
am genuinely fond of her. ‘I didn't
like the idea of having her live just
anywhere while she was in New York
with no one to look after her, and I
conceived the brilliant idea of making
a home for her.” .
“Do you mean to say, Frances
Knowles,” said Helen in amazement,
“that you have taken this apartment
for no other reggon than'to make a
Ihome for Annzw :
‘ “It is hard to convince you, isn't
17" ‘said Frances quiletly.
Helen sat still in perfect silence.
After the talk that she had had with
Anne and her motherly advice about
fiot Tying i’i;b'f‘sfih'c.efidl,ifiofiei"flq
wonder the child adored her.
“No wonder Anne loyes you as she
does,” Helen said alouyd.
“Does she love me?” queried Fran
ces, the soft’ materfal in her'fap show
i ra ept the te
| '?gntomw pt the tenseness of her
“Does she? Why, she simply idol
-Izes you. She nhgs you on a pedestal
8 milg high.”
“Fhe dear,” said Frances softly.
And then, with a return to her own
g{q; maginer, ““Wefl, 'it'd " nice to
Ve sgme on e
. m«: 'Kx?o:‘:a," said Helen se
vergly, "you'carry a pose about with
you confifually.” " Why ‘don’t you let
people love you?" , * it
“Beaun I don’t want pepple to love
me. ost people bore me to tears.
I want the lovg Qng friepdship of a
few people, but as for wholesale af
fection from the uninteresting prole
tariat, I don't want it, never have ang
never ghall.” ' T w
~ “You would make an interesting
iw.;'fz: in s3aby! ‘74 ;s.tb a soctalist,
wouldn't you?” said Helen, laughing.
TWCant fiefp lt‘:2 that's the ;:*y 1
M'll
“But. geriqusly, Rrances” said
The Coming Baby!
- Hooray! Hooray
| Nothing else can so completely endear
us to the Rrgsent and the future as the
. e expected arrival of o
' T baby. But in the mean
QK2 time tie comfort of
oF, the mother 1s of vast
L@' w There ish
. 2 | €xternal rem
- edy - knowd “us “Moth
s - [ er's Friend” '?‘l;kh ex
erty uvnde fofy
} ' | n the expand
U 1 ] RS
i plign
[ ( ) B uadus
—] ~'; pilh, ‘make the period
i one of pleasant antio
ipation jnstead of ap
prebension. la & series of splendid letters
from all over the country mothers tell of the
great help ““Mother's Friepd'’ wag to them
Even grandmotbery tell the wondertul stogy
w 0 their ow dgu(hte(rn shout to enter the
state of mu\%grhom& *eb & botile of ‘' ‘Moth
er's }‘innd" to-day of your nearest drug
fh' Tse this splendid belp wish Jour own
and guided by yous owe wind. For a free
0k of inferest and imporfance to il oth
!l;_‘l wr‘c. ‘Qr\'lhlf\?fld Regiilator ".\ ,m.r.g
Lamar Bidg., Atlanta, Ga It relates the
personal o!rrrmhfie. of many hagpy Mmotih
ors, It s many things that m women
should be familiar with: it 18 &Y once &
sulde and an insplration. Write for'this Book.
A Narrative of -Eucrydgén Affairs
e P P PR
Helen afier a moment’s lull in the
conversation, “hasn’t this apartment
interfered seriously with your work?
I remember nqyg'tm; you never could
work with people about.” '
“Sometimes it has, and then I have
gone for a walk umtil I could properly
control my temper to the extent of
playing amicably, as you say, with
Ange and her friends. But Anne has
been dear and considerate” always,
only so many people love her and that
| means company at any time of the
day or night. Anne has she faculty
of mgking friends wherever she goes.” l
“I know it. It’s because of her ready
sympathy.” :
Frances Is Well Pleased.
“Exactly. But as things are now
it's just as well for u‘s to separate,
My mission is finished. Anne doesn’t
need me any longer, and I have the
knowledge that for once imy life
{I have put another person’s inter
ests before my own.” ' .
“What are you going to do -after
Anne is married?” ~
“Well, Anne is going home to Kan
sas this summer. She has invited me
out, and I think I shall go for a little
while. We are going to give the apart
ment up as soon as she is ready to
ledve, and Tam going to scout around
for a place 6f my own, as near like
the old one as possible, and more con
venient. I can afford to pay more
now. Then I am going to buckle down
to real work.”
I Frapces' was beginning to be very
The Struggles of
8 a Wile® - §
By Virginia Terhune Van De
_ Water.
CHAPTER XXIV.
(Copyright, 1916, Star Company.)
S Horace Webb saw his wife's
A face in the restaurant window
* above him, he started violently
and hesitated. Then, at a word from
the girl who was with him, he stood to
one side to let her pass out and foi
lowed her, the door slamming behind
him, .
" “When will you have it ready?” °
The question was Perry Martin’s
and Myra was ayarg that he was
watching her with a perplexed ex
pression. Evidently he had spoken
before and she had not heeded him.
“I—T—beg your pardpri!” "he ex
claimed in canfusicn, her cheeks
burning as she appreciated that he
had cauglit her off her guard. *I was
—1 was—lloo%king at some people down
there”—with a nod toward the street
“It is actually afl that some of them
can do to walk against the wind. But
I must have' seemed very inattgntive
to what you were saying. Pray ex
cuse me! What did you ask me?” |
“Her copfused manner did not es
cape her companion. What could have
caused it? he wopdered.
\ "M question.” he said gravely, “was
ak £o when you think you can lét us
bave that story?”
“Within a week or ten days,” she
replied.
“You will nat offer jt to gpyone else
first, will You?” he demanded bluntly.
“Of course, ] won't!” she exclaimed.
Did he fancy that she cquld be ca
pable of such double dealing? He
had behaved as it he understood that
she belonged to his class—and yet he
could ask her a question that seemed
lumont a reflection upon her sense of
honor,
‘And all at once #he remembered
that altbough this man apd she had
been chatting here together at a
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Helen Finds a New Light in the
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well known through her work in T
Serpll. She_hskd writtgu‘ tm §erial
and her short stories were in e
mand. There 'was a quality gbout he
work that avas distinctly differen
from the general run of fiction. Hele,
had envied her ability more than on
and the monmey that she'made
easi' Frances still retained her po
sition with the newspaper, but ws
thinking seriously of giving it up.
“You see, Helen,” she said in 1«
ply to a question, “I am busier tha,
ever this year. lam going to writ
la. book.”
“Are you really, Frances?”
“¥es, why not? Avery Atwood toic
me long ago that it would be- but -
matter, of time before I would be »
tempting something of the kind. An.
rnow I am anxious to begin, Ever
day I wait seems a lost opportunity
“And you can’t begin till you hav.
the proper surroundings?” ‘
Frances nodded. “Yes, Ym waiting
Foolish, isn't it?” .
Again Helen marveled. She wa
being shown an entirely different sid.
of the girl's character. Frances wa
not always selfish. Even the crep.
de chine in her lap was something so
Anne’s trousseau. Again Helen won
dered if Frances whs entirely happ,
it her feeling for Avery Atwodd wou.
always be a clesed chapter.
(Watch for the next incident in thi.
unique series; it will appear her
soon.)
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luncheon at which she was his guest
they had met for but one purpose
that of business. '
Myra Webb the woman wag noti
ing to him; Myra Webb the write
Wwas worth his attention until he hac
made’ sure that she would serve hi:
purpose. §
She glanced at her watch and rose
‘lt is getting late,” she remarked.
must be going.” b
“T thought,” Perry Ma.rtln was say
ing, still in a firqétfcql, buginesslik
way, “that'you might be hesitating t
promise us the story until you were
quite sure about the price we would
pay. We will, of course, give what
we gave for ‘Bitter Waters'—if that is
entirely satisfactory.”
“We cgn settle that later,-can '
we?” she ventured. "I do not know
yet how long the story may be; you
do not know whether it will suit you
or not.”
He helped her put on her coat and
escorted her as far as the foot of the
uptown elevated railroad-steps.
Here he raised his hat and bade her
goad afternoon. )
Secated in the uptown train, My
tried to fix her thoughts on what had
hx_lgpgpéd. She strove to bring bac.
the thrill that she had felt when Mar
tin ad praised the plot of her story.
“If you write it as you have told it"
—she whispered the words to herseif,
bu? the emotion they had aroused did
not return. She did nat even recall
how the wker_ had looked when he
’utterqd them. Y
" For uppermost in her mind was the
recollection of the expression of su:
Bk wh s et
slender figure u'\?l- 'if::n" .y
(Te Be Continued.)
iabeeteisislrmiare
Up tg the Lender.
“Lend me ss?”°
“Here you are.”
“How can'l repay you?”
“That's for you to figure out.”