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: By Adele Garrison.
“DICKYBIRD” REFUSES.
HE soprano voice and its con
‘T tralto companion who had been
discussing Lillian Gale, Dicky
and me so freely and cynically, rus
tled out the dressing room, leaving
me absolutely stunned. 1 felt sud
denly faint, and the room appenred to
whirl around me. The maid touched
me on the arm.
“Are you ill, madame? Here!” and
ghe held a glass of water to my lips.
I drank part of it and motioned her
away,
‘'l be all right in a moment,” 1
murmured. “Thank you, but I am
quite well"”
80 this was what marriage would
mean to me, a contest with another
woman for my husband’'s love! A
fierce anger took possession of me.
One moment 1 regretted my marriage
to Dicky, the next 1 was flercely
primitive as any savage woman in
my desire to crush my rival. I could
have strangled Lilllan Galé i that
moment, Then commorn sense came
back to me, What was it that woman
had said? 1 had all the best cards in
my hand? Well! I would play them.
I felt sure that Dicky loved me. 1
would not jeopardize that love for a
temporary pride. | would eliminate
Litlan Gale from Dicky's life, but 1
would bide my time to de it.
~ Fortunately my mending had heen
practically finished when | heard
Dicky's name. I took the final
,filtche-, tipped the maid as | returned
her sewing things, and turning to the
mirror, rubbed my cheek fiercely with
# towel to restore their color. The
;hfl offered me rogue, but 1 waved
her away impatiently. Thank Keaven
1 did not need to fight Lillian Gale
With cosmetics as yet.
1 met Dicky outside the door of the
walting room with a smile, We re
turned to our seats as the curtain
Was rising on the third act. 1 saw
little either of the act or the ex
aflu last one. One line did grip
me, however. Professor Jogram was
expostulating with Sir Jasper over
Efla determination to take Dolly away
?mm her youthful lover, and in the
Puru of his argument said: “Twenty
Good Night Stories
LADY FLY'S WEATHER BUREAU.
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L der her funny little brown ehin
and flew down to Old Black Ant's
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Ant “Not very far, 1 hope.”
“Oh ,yes, indeed!"” buzzed Lady Fly.
“I'm going out to see the world. If any
one calls, tell them | won't be home
much before night."
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years from now, you won't be able to
remember her name.” [ grimly made
up my mind that if any name were
forgotten in (wenty years it would be
Lillian not Margaret. My plan of ac
tion was complete, :
The final curtain fell upon the
cameolike picture of the nonogenarian
who recalls his memories, and gather- |
ing my cloak around me with uoma-‘
thing of the same feeling that a sol
dier of old ‘must have had when he
vuckled his armor, I followed Dicky to
the lobby, where we found Mr. and
Mrs. Underwood,
“You're to come to supper with us,”
#he cried, “just us four, 1 want to be
the first of the crowd to toast your
bride, Dickybird. You'll come, won't
you! She looked at me.
“1 would love to,” 1 replied, smiling
at her cordially, “Dicky, we may go,
may we not? .
Was it fancy or did I see the shade
of disappointment on Lilllan Gale's
face at my reception of her invita
tion. She turned to Dicky.
“That's settled, then, Harry, I'll be
generous, and let you talk to Mrs.
Graham. 1 know you're just dying to.
Come, Dicky,” and she laid her hand
on his arm.
“Nothing doing tonight, Lil"” Dick’s
tone was laughing, but final, “I'm
awfully sorry, Madge, but if 1 don't
get to work early tomorrow on that
cover these sketches will do me no
good. I must work while they're fresh
in my mind. 1 know what your par
tles are, Lil, till daylight doth appear
and all the rest of it. Some other
time, and soon, but not tonight.”
He patted the hand which lay on
his arm with an exaggerated little
gesture,’ then placed it on her hus
band’'s coat sleeve,
“Take her, my boy,” he burlesqued,
“and be happy. Good night,” and be
fore 1 could recover my breath at the
unexpected turn of things we were in
the taxi, rolling homeward,
“Did you mind very much about the
supper, sweetheart?” asked Dicky,
drawing me close to him,
“Not very much” I answered de
murely, nestling closer.
l But my heart was singing!
(Continued Tomorrow.)
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She was about to fly away when Mr.
Black Ant stopped her,
“Wait a second!” he cried. He dis
appeared in his house, soon returning
with an umbrella under his arm. “You'd
better take this with you."
*Oh, dear no!" laughed Lady Fly.
“I'm not afraid of a little sunshine. In
fact, that's why 1 decided to B 0 out—
it’s such a beautiful day.”
“Beautiful now."” replied Old Black
Ant, “but by the time you're ready to
start home you'll find it raining.”
“Just like you old folks," buzzed Lady
Fly, “always foretelling the weather by
the way you feel.”
“1I may be an old ant, Lady Fly, but
I've nothing the matter with me,” cried
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Mr. Black Ant softly, *““Whenever 1 see
the sorrel or the clover plants drooping
their leaves 1 know it's going to rain
before the day's over.”
Lady Fly laughed and flew away
leaving Old Black Ant wagging hig head
sorrowfully us he went back Into his
house
Lady Fly went buzzing merrily, chat
ting with every one she met on her way
She stopped teo visit all the meadow
folks and had a jolly day of it; but just
as she turned to start back she found
the wind had changed and the beautiful
sunny sky was shrouded in dark clouds.
The wind was so strong Lady Fly had
to give up trying to iy, She dropped to
the ground and crawled under a clover
leat te walt until the storm wuas over
Here she found Miss Lady Bug and
told her all her troubles,
“Old Black Ant warned me and even
offered me his umbrella, but I thought
it was just one of his whims and made
fun of him,” she told Lady Bug
“Well, he was right when he said you
could tell whether it was uumr Lo rain
or not by the clover and sorrel plants,”
sighed Lady Bug “1 never venture far
from home without first consulting them
to find out what kind of weather it's
Boing o be, and never yet have they
told me an untruth.”
“And they really do turn uY thelr
leaves before a storm? asked Lady
Fly
“The clovers turn their leaves up.”
replied Lady Bug, “but the sorrel droups
hers.’
Lady Fly waited until the storm had
pal.-mc-f‘. then she hurried home, first
stopping at Old Black Ant's door to say
she was sorry she hadn't heeded his
warning.
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called the clovers and sorrels Lady
Fly's weather bureau
Breakfast For Visitor
Mrs, John Doolan, of Loulsville, Ky.,
the guest of Mrx, Hunt Chipley will
be the guest of honor at a beautiful
breakfast at the Driving Cluh Saturday
morhing, the hostess being Mrs. Prince
Webster The guests will include a
small group of friends of Mrs, Webster
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Tea bance
The first tea-dance of the Georgian
Terrace social season was given after
the “Faust” matinee Tuesday after
noon, the tables being placed on the
terrace, and dancing was enjoyed in
the lounge, Kach table was decorated
with pink flowers.
A number of visitors were enter
tained in different parties, Mrs, Har
ry T. Smith, Mrs. V. T. Sawyer, Mrs.
Willlam Patterson, Miss Virginia
Sawyer and Miss Mabel Heustis, of
Mobile, formed a party;, Miss Eliza
beth Hill, of Nashville, the .guest of
Miss Mary Nelson, Mrs. W. A, Gra
ham, of Edenton, N. C,, and Mrs. Wil
liam Hart Boughten, of Buffalo, N.l
Y., were together; Mrs, (‘harlon‘
Adamson and Misses Sarah and Eliz
abeth Adamson and Miss Catherine
Cook, of Philudelphia, formed a par
ty; Mrs, Leigh Palmer, of Washing
ton, D, (', was the honoree in Mrs,
Willlam Balley Lamar's party; Mrs.
Orton Bishop Brown, of Berlin, N. H,,
shared honors with her sister, Mrs.
Willlam Marshall, of Washington, D,
~ Mrs. Jacob Phinizy, of Augusta,
was entertained by Mrs, Frank Mead
or; Mrs., Samuel Dick entertained a
party of friends to meet her mother,
Mrs. Samuel Tribble, of Athens: Mrs,
Henry Richardson, Mrs, Edwara
Hemphill and Miss Bland Williams,
all of South (‘arelina, end Mrs. Mece-
Chesney Hogshead were also among
the honor guests at tea; Mrs, Thomas
Berry, of mrmln&ham, and Mrs, Alex
Bonneyman, of Knoxville, the guests
of Mrs? Alexander Bonneyman, were
entertained at tea;, Mrs, Oscar John
son, of Charleston, 8. ', and Mps.
A. P, Steele, of Stateshoro, N. (', the
gpests of Mrs. Delos Hill, were also
entertained in a party,
Others present were Mrs. Hugn
Dorsey, Mrs. Lewis Beck, Mra. Willis
Westmoreland, Mrs, Frank Adair,
Mrz Forvest Adair, Jr, Mrs. Rodbia
Adalr, Mrs, W, E. Miller, !\}rs. LY
Montgomery, Mrs. Yency B. Nelson,
Mrs. Alhert Thornton, Mrs, Proston
Arkwright, Mrs. Walter Gordon Ro
per, Mrs. Albert Thornton, Jr., Mrs.
Samuel Barnett, Mrs. Del Los Hill, Mras.
Frank Spain, Mrs. Ralph Rosenbaum,
Mrs, Louls Wellhouse, Mrs. 80l
Wiseberg, Mrs, Werner 8. Byek, Mrs,
John Hill, Mrs. W, W. Banks, Mrs,
Joseph F, Qating, Jr. Mrs, Benjamin
Qating of New York, Mrs, Phintzy
Calhoun, Mrs. James W, Conway, Mrs,
Henjamin Smith, Mrs Dowdell
Prown, Mrs, William W, Dixon, Mrs,
Herman Glade, Mrs. Cyeus Strickier,
Mrs, Russell Richards, Mre, Goorge
MceCarty, Jr, Mrs. Eugene lack, Sr,
Mrs. A, L. Fowler, Mra, M. 8. Conl
edge, Mrs, Frang Fleming, Mrs, John
Sorierfield, Mre. Inman Sanders, Mre,
R, . Divine Mrs, Willlam €. Lyie,
Mrs. E. M. Willams, Mrs, 3, L. Win.
‘(“\tll, Mrs. Qleorge Laneister of Chat
ancogn, Mrs, Mrank Owens, Misses
Tane Allen, Herrietta Tunner, Edora
Chapin, Julia Murphy, Catherine
Murphy, Jane Ailen, Miss Bva Fiteh,
Miss Nellle Hightower, Miss Helen
‘McCarty, Mary Nelson, Hazel Nel
hum. Sarah Kennedy and others,
’Mr. and Mrs. Little to Entertain,
~ Mrs. Louls Stevens, of Macon, will
arrive Thursday, to be the opera
wuest for the remainder of the week
of her sister, Mrs. John 1, Little, on
Peachtree street.
Mrs, Stevens will be hotoree at the
supper party Friday at which Mr. and
Mrs. Johr D. Little will entertain at
their home following the box party
at the opera “La Boheme.”
Afternoon Tea To Be Given, .
Mrs. B L. Winchell will be hostess
al an afternoon tea on Friday at the
Georgian Terrace. : \
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Wife Honored
The beautiful luncheon given by
Mr. and Mrs. John D. Little at their
home on Peachtree street, was in
honor of Mr. and Mrs, Joseph F,
Gatins, Jr,, who leave Atlanta Thurs
day for New York City, to sail on the
Touraine for France, where they
will make their home.
In the dining room the luncheon
table was covered with a handsome
embroidered and filet cloth. The cen
tral decoration was a large silver
basket of Dresden-colored spring
tlowers,
Mrs, Little received her guests
wearing an afternoon toilette of
champagne-colored foulard, Her
guest, Miss Martina Burke, of Ma
con, wore a costume of blue chiffon
fashioned over cream-colored founda
tion with real lace flowers introduced.
Covers were laid for ten guests.
Camp Parties Entertain,
Mrs. T. J. Akeridge carried out a
party of artists to Camp Gordon “Y”
No. 162 Tuesday night, when a pleas
ing program was given, Those tak
ing part were Miss Sadie Roberts,
planist; Miss Pauuline Bolsius, vio
linist; Miss Georgia Meek, reader;
Miss Lee Sampler, vocalist; little
Louise Adamson, reader; Miss Rubye
Bowden and Miss Inez Dorsey, duet;
Miss Maybelle Farris, reader; Mrs.
Fielder, reader; Mrs, Sewell, song and
reading (music and words composed
by Mrs, Sewell),
Monday night Miss Hazel Whitney
and Miss Mary Belle Dean were the
chairmen of entertainment commit
tees at “Y" No. 153 in the Auditorium
at Camp Gordon, when they were as
sisted by the following young ladies
JAnd men: Miss Marguerite Moncrief, |
ukelele: Miss Raeford Monerief, gui
tar; Miss Dorothy Moncrief, mando
lin; Miss Frances Coleman, accom
panist; Miss Mabel Moncrief, vocal
ist and accompanist; Mrs, Moncrief,
chaperon: Robert Pause, violinist;
Ralph Garrard, trombone; Mr, Ber
ger, drum; Mrs. Dean, chaperon,
Both Miss Whitney and Miss Dean
added their musical talents to the
programs. These programs were ar
ranged through the Woman's Com
mittee of the W. C. C, 8, Mra. T, T.
Stevens chairman,
Mrs. Leavering Leaves for Home,
Mrs. Benjamin Levering, of Chi
cago, formerly Miss RElizabeth De-
Belle, of Atlanta, has returned to her
home after a short visit to Atlanta
and Jacksonville, where she visited
her brother, Edward Deßelle, Mrs,
Levering has the distinction of being
president of one of the most progres
sive French clubs in Chicago and is a
member of other woman's organiza
tions in that city, She I 8 also“the
first Georgia woman to study law und
be admitted to the bar in the Illinois
Law School, but her marriage to the
Junior member of one of the most
successful law firms in that city end
ed her plan to practice law as a pro=
session,
Mrs, Levering is a graduate from
the Atlanta Girls’ High School and
later from the Capitol Female Col«
lege, founded by Miss Leonora Beck,
now Mrs. Richard Ellis, of Tampa,
who is a writer of prominence and a
sister of Judge Marcus Beck, of Ate
lanta.
Mrs. Levering held the office of
secretary in her French Club for six
years when the office of president.
was created to especially honor her,
During her visit to Atlanta Mrs.
Levering was entertained as the guest
of Mrs, Charles Kaulman, at hcr'
home on Pledmont avenue,
Fielder-Cooß
Wedding
The marriage of Mlss Marion Field
er, daughter of Mr. and Mrs, J. W.
Fielder, and Captain George Lindsey
Cook, of Washington City, formerly of
Virginia, took place at noon Wednes
day at St. Luke's Episcopal Church,
the Rev. W. W. Memminger officiat
ing.
Mrs. Herbert Spencer Struble, sis
ter of the bride, acted as matron of
honor, and little Miss Dorothy Ewing,
daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Morris
Ewing, who is a niece of the bride,
was flower girl. Lieutenant Ander
son, of New Haven, Conn., acted as
best man, and the ushers included
Ivan Allen, Charles Marshall, J, H.
Ewing, Sr, and W. O. Foote.
The beautiful decorations of the
church were palms, ferns and bay
trees in artistic arrangement. The
marriage altar was guarded on either
#ide by cathedral candelabra holding
white burning tapers and tall wicker
urns holding Easter lilies, spirea and
white lilacs stood at intervals.
The bride entered with her father,
J. W, Fielder, and was zsowned in a
tailored suit of navy blue tricotine
worn with a blouse of Georgette crepe
and filet lace. She wore a smart navy
blue hat trimmed with tiny birds
around the crown, and her flowers
were orchids and white lilacs.
The matron of honor wore a toilette
of flesh-colored Georgette crepe heav
ily beaded and a large picture hat of
French blue embroidered in daisies.
She carrfed a cascade bouquet of
Shasta daisles, pink and lavendar
sweetpeas, pink snapdragons, ragged
robbin, white and lavender lilaes, tied
with tulle,
- The little flower girl wore a dainty
costume of white embroidered net
fashioned over flesh-colored satin and
a little pink colored Georgette crepe
bonnet. She carrled a Dresden arm
basket of pink rosebuds and forget
me-nots,
Mrs, J. W. Fielder, the bride's
mother, was gowned in a toilette of
handsome black satin and Georgette
crepe embroidered in jet. Her hat
was of black satin trimmed with par
adise, and she wore a corsage of or
chids,
Mrs, Guy Hamilton, of Wayneshoro,
Va,, sister of the bridegroom, wom an
afternoon costume of dark blue Geor
gette crepe, with & large picture hat
of the same shade, and she wore a
corsage of pink rosebulds and swan
‘aonm.
. Mrs. Morris Ewing, the bride's sis
ter, was gowned in a toilette of black
satin, with a large Victory blue chis.
son hat. Her corsage was of pink
and lavendar sweetpeas,
Among the out-of-town guests were
Colonel and Mrs. W, K. Felder, of
Cedartown aunt and uvnele of the
bride; Mrs. Guy Hamilton and Tuck
er Cook, of Waynesboro, Va. and
Lieutenant Anderson, of New Haven,
Conn,
Captain and Mrs, Cook left imme
diately after the ceremony for a wed
ding trip through North Carolina and
Virginia, later going to Washington
City, where they will reside while
Captain Cook is in the service of the
United States army.
Mrs. Foster Returns Home.
Mrs. Sheppard W. Foster, vice
president general of the National D
A, R. representing Georgia, has re
turned from the Continental Congress
held in Washington this week, when
the most,.notable D. A. R, members
were assembled to make plans for
the coming vear. Mrs. Howard H
McCall also was one of the distin
‘guished women there, representing
Georgia as honorary’ State regent.
The Heart Breaker
By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN
DE WATER. I
(Copyright, 1919, Star Company.)
CHAPTER LXXIIIL
ONORA usually prided herself
I I upon her excellent physique, but
when she awoke on the morn
ing after her trip’ to Hartford she
was aware that in the last 24 hours
she had taxed her powers of en
durance to the utmost.
It had been almost dawn when she
fell asleep. At 7 o'clock she lifted
her head from the pillow, and a sense
of giddiness and weakness compelled
her to lie down again. -
When Mildred learned what the
trouble was she advised her sister to
stay away from the office,
“l 1 will telephone to Mr. Pearson
and explain that you are not well,”
she said. "I am sorry you overdid
yourself yesterday, but it's only an
other of the many things to make me
uncomfortable. Life isn't worth liv
ing, anyway.”
Honora felt too ill to argue. More
over she knew that Mildred’s morbid
moods were of short duration. Had
she been a different type of girl she
would have been prostrated by the
events of yesterday. As it was, her
quiet slumber through the night had
been abundant evidence that her
heart was not broken nor her nerves
seriously strained.
Secretly, Honora was rather glad
to escape the ordeal of breakfast with
her sister and Mrs. Higgins this
morning. The situation would be an
awkward one, and her presence would
not lessen the discomfort of it.
She thanked Mildred for offering to
telephone to Mr, Pearson.
“Tell him it is only a sick headache
and that 1 will be down this after
noon, if I am able, and explain how
sorry I am,” she murmured, for the
‘dizziness made her feel faint.
Honora Protests.
“T will tell him you are. not fit to
be out,” Mildred declared. ‘“You work
hard enough for him to give you an
occasional holiday.”
“Oh,” Honora protested feebly, “he|
is more than kind to me and is always |
willing to let me have time off!"” {
“Then let him prove it today,” was !
the succinct suggestion. . i
Mrs. Higgins persuaded Honora to
take a cup of tea and a slice of tnnst,’
then darkened the room and left her
alone. The tired girl slept soundly !
until noon, 'when the housekeeper re
appeared with a tray of luncheon,
“This food actually tates good,”
Honora remarked gratefully. *“1 fm-]’
ever so much better. 1 shall get up
pretty soon."”
“Mr, Peason telephoned at 11 o'clock
and said that you were not to at
tempt to go to the office today,” Mrs,
Higgins informed her charge. “So 1
am to make you take care of yourself. |
You may as well have another nap.” |
“How was Milly this morning? [i
mean--did she seem happy at break- |
fast ”" Honora questioned, :
“Well-not veéry,” Mrs. Higgins ad
mitted, “But don’t you worry about
that You know Milly's moods are
only passing ones. If something nice
happens downtown today, she will
come home as happy as a lark.”
Silence followed this statement-—a
silence which Mrs. Higgins broke at
last,
“1 am sorry about Mildred and Ar
thur He ig such a nice young man.
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SISTER JANE (Continued).
ISTER JANE laughed heartily and
S then grew solemn. “So they say
you're a fool, do they, Jincy? Well,
1 wish all the peo
ple 1 know had as
much sense EE
vou've got. I'd like ‘.tf
d‘:)r,r"' lots better'n I Ims “
“Well'm, it's so “.41,3 3 T
easy to have what Fio o S
folks call sense that £i sag“'"x‘ 5
ease my mind by fa‘{ gis
playin’ the fool.” ge .t e
Mandy laughed §isi g e,
at this remark, but i b R
there was a touch § e | i
of uneasiness in
her manner, for at % -
that moment Klibs
marched in, accom
panied by Tommy Timkins. The baby
stationed himself by Sister Jane's knee
and stared solemnly at Jincy., “Oo dat,
Nanny Dane?’ he asked.
“Old Zip Coon! replied Jincy so sud
denly that Klibs retreated behind Sis
ter Jane's chair and from that coign
of vantage smiled serenely at the young
man. Tommy Timkins, however, had
no share in Klib's alarm or bashfulness.
He insisted on jumping.to Jincy's knee
and was not satisfied even with that
demonstration of confidence, for he
reared himself to the lad's shoulder,
and rubbed against his chin and neck.
“He's not that friendly with every
body that comes along, Jincy,” explain
ed Sister Jane. ‘“‘That cat kpows a
thing or two.”
“Well'm, they're all mighty friendly
wi' me,” remarked Jincy; ‘‘cats, .dogs,
cattle, hosses and all the wild creeturs,
specially the birds.”
“What about that mocking-bird
swinging on the cedar out there?” I
asked.
. Jincy rose and glanced at him. “Why,
And he was in love with Mildred.
Don’t you think so?”
Honora turnea her head wearily on
the pillow and closed her eyes.
“He seemed to bg” she said briefly.
“Well, 1 was wondering if he cares
for her still--I mean except as a
friend. ' 1 wonder if he loves her now?
If 80, he must be very unhappy.”
She Thinks of Arthur.
The speaker looked inquiringly at
the face on the pillow. But the eyes
were closed and the kindly matron
decided to withdraw and let the girl
rest for a while longer. So, taking up
the tray, she tiptoed from the room.
But when she had gone Honora
opened her eyes and lay thinking of
Mrs. Higgins' surmises. Did Arthur,
still love Mildred? If so, he must
be very unhappy.
She recalled his bitter laugh in the
restaurant yesterday when Mildred
and Chandler passed him. It was not
a pleasant laugh; in it there was not
a sound that would indicate sorrow
or longing. Moreover, if Arthur had
loved Mildred, would he not have
thrashed Chandler when he saw him
in the hotel in Hartford?
Then reason reminded her that had
he done this he would only have
dragged into light a scandal he and
Honora were trying to cover—would
have made Mildred's name the sub-
Ject of cruel notoriety.
No, his sparing Tom Chandler did
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he’s the same to me as if he was in a
cage,” he replied. *“I can walk right
out and call him to my hand.”
~ “He can so!” protested Mandy, see
ing me laugh as if the lad had made an
idle jest.
~ “The proof of the pudding i¢ chewing
the bag,” remarked Sister Jane.
~ “That’s so,” said Jiney, “and I'll show
you. Come out and see, but don't git
too ciose.”
So we adjourned to the garden. Jiney
‘went near the tree and gave a whistling
chirrup. The bird was so startled by
the unexpectedness of the call that it
flew to the top of the cedar, swung
there a moment, giving forth the ‘“‘chuh’’
cry that stands for anger, alarm and
surprise, and then flew wildly to the
top of the big china tree on the side
walk. Again Jincy gave his whistling
call, and the bird came fluttering back,
this time making as if it would light
on his hat, but flying away again. Once
more the whistling call sounded, and
the bird fluttered around and over Jin
cy's head in the most peculiar way.
“What's the matter with you?” cried
Jincy impatiently. Then his eyes feil
‘on Tommy Tinlgns, who was crouch
ing at his feet and watching every mo
tion of the bird with eager eyes and
trembling jaws. “Shucks! it's the cat!”
Jincy said. “I know'd somethin' was
wrong.”
1 enjoyed the spectacle immensely and
treasured the incident in my mind. It
gave me a new and higher opinion of
Jincy. He begged to be excused from
returning into the house, on the ground
that he didn’t want to wear his welcome
out. So we begged him to call agamn
whenever he felt in the humor, and he
went away agér formally shaking hands
with each one, even the baby.
(Copyright, 1881, 1883 and 1911, by the
Century Company; 1883 by Joel Chandler
Harris; 1911 by Esther Laßose Harris.
ALL RIGHT RESERVED. Printed by
permission and by special arrangements
with Houghton, Mifflin Company.)
| (Continued Tomorrow,)
not mean that he did not love Mil
dred. ’
Then why did Honora believe that
he had ceased to care for his former
flancee?
The warm blood crept to her face
as she looked at matters honestly, for
the strongest proof she had that Ar
thur Bruce no longer cared for Mil
dred was the expression in his eyes
last evening as he said good-night to
Mildred's sister. 3
He had never looked at Honora
like that before, and even now she
seemed to feel the warmth of his
handclasp,
She fell asleep again, with a smile
of happiness on her lips.
It was late in the aftermoon and
she was just getting up to dress for
dinner when Mrs. Higgins came hur
riedly into the room—just as she had
come 24 uours ago. And, as then,
she held a newspaper in her hand.
“My dear!” she exclaimed, “here's
something more about that young
Chandler!
“It seems he went back to camp
early this morning, and in cleaning
his gun he somehow shot himself ac
cidentally right through the breast,
They think he is going to die. Dear,
dear! What dreadful things are hap
pening these days!”
(To Be Continued.)
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