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The Revelations of a Wite
A New Story of Married Life. ,
By Adele Garrison.
; “DICKYBIRD" REFUSES.
YN HE soprano voice and its con
;;I- tralto companion who had been
¥ discussing Lilllan Gale, Dicky
j.,iw:d mies 0 freely and cynically, rus
‘Led out the dressing room, leaving
je absolutely stunned. 1 felt sud
denly faint, and the room appeared to
Whirl around me. The majd touched
me on the arm.
~ “Are vou il madame? Here!” and
#he held a glass of water to my lips.
1 drank part of it and motioned her
away.
© ‘Il be all right in & moment,” I
‘murmured. “Thank you, but I am
&fl!te well.”
So this was what marriage would
ymn to me, a contest with another
woman for my husband’s love! A
flerce anger took possession of me.
One moment 1 regretted my marriage
to Dicky, the next I was fiercely
primitive as any savage woman in
my desire to crush my rival. 1 eould
have strangled Lillian Gale in that
momenrt. Then commorn sense came
‘back to me. What was it that woman
‘had said? I had all the best cards in
my hand? Weli! 1 would play them,
1 felt gure that Dicky loved me. |
would not jeopardize that love for a
temporary pride. 1 would eliminate
Idllian Gale from Dicky's life, but 1
would bide my time to do it,
Fortunate'y my mending had been
practically finished when 1 heard
Dicky's name. 1 took the final
stitches, tipped the maid as 1 returned
her sewing things, and turning to the
mirror, rubbed my cheek fiercely with
a 4 towel to restore their color. The
&m offered me rogue, but 1 waved
her away impatiently. Thank heaven
1 @l4 not need to fight Lillian Gale
I 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 mect. I saw
littie either of the act or the ex
quisite last one. One Itne did grip
a-übmnr. Professor Jogram was
lating with Sir Jasper over
his determination to take Dolly away
t—hor youthful lover, and in the
cour of his argument said: “T'wenty
. Good Night Stories
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ADY FLY tied her little bonnet un
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and flew down to Old Black Ant's
aoor.
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Ant. “Not very far, 1 hope.”
~ “Oh ,ves, indeed!” buzsed Lady Fly.
“I'm going out to see the world. If any
one calls, tell them | won't bhe home
much before night."’
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years from now, you won’t be able to
remember her name.” 1 grimly made
up my mind that if any name were
forgotten in twenty years it would be
Lillian not Margaret. My plan of ac
tion was complete.
The final curtain fell upon the
cameoljke picture of the nonogenarian
vho recalls his memories, and gather
ing my cloak around me with some
thing of the same feeling that a sol
dler of old must have had when he
buckled his armor, 1 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., I want to be
the first of the crowd to toast your
bride, Dieckybird. You'll come, w'on't
you! Bhe looked at me.
“1 would love to,” I 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, *“l'm
awfully sorry, Madge, but if 1 don't
got 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
gekture, then placed it on her hus
band’s coat sleeve.
“Take her, my boy,” he burlesqued,
“and be happy. Good night,” and be
fore I could recover my breath at the
unexpected turn of things we were in
the taxi, rolling homeward. i
“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.
But my heart was singing!
(Continued Tomorrow.)
Bhe was about to fly away when Mr.
’Bhu‘k 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 My,
“I'm not afrald of a little sunshine. In
fact, that's why I decided to go 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'
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Mr. Black Ant softly. ‘“Whenever 1 ses
the sorrel or the clover plants drooping
their Jeaves I know it's going to rain
before the day's over.”
Lady Fly laughed and flew away
leaving Old Black Ant wagging his head
sorrowfully as he went back Into his
house.
Lady Fly went buszzing merrily, chat
ting with every one gshe met on her way,
She stopped to 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 ehanged and the beautiful
sunny sky was shrouded in dark clouds
The wind was so strong Lady Py had
to give up trying to fily. She dropped to
the ground and erawled under a clover
leaf to walt until the storm was 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 1 thought
It was just one of his whims and made
fun of him,” she told lLady Bug
“Well, he was right when he said you
could tell whether it was going to rain
orsnot by the clover and sorrel plants,”
sighed Lady Bug. 'l never venture far
from home without first consulting them
to find out what kind of weather it's
going to be, and never yet have they
told me an untruth.”
“And they really do turn ug their
leaves before a storm?’ aske Lady
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replied Lady Bug, “but the sorrel droops
hers.
lady Fly walted until the storm had
passed, 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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cnlled the clovers and sorrels Lady
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be the guest of honor at a beautiful
breakfast at the Driving Club Saturday
morning, the hostess being Mrs, Prince
Webster The guests will include a
small group of friends of Mrs. Webster.
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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. Each 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 Bdenton, N. C,, and Mrs, Wil
liam Hart Boughton, of Buffalo, N.
Y., were together; Mrs Charles
Adamson and Misses Sarah and Eliz
abeth Adamson and Miss Catherine
Cook, of Philadelphia, formed a par
ty; Mrs. Leigh Palmer, of Washing
ton, D. (", was the honoree in Mrs,
Willlam Bailey Lamar's party; Mrs.
Orton Bishop Brown, of Berlin, N. H,,
shared honors with her sister, Mrs,
Willlam Marshall, of Washington, D.
C,; Mrs, Jacob Phinizy, of Augusta,
was entartained by Mrs. Frank Mead
or; Mrs, Bamuel Dick entertained a
party of friends to meet her mother,
Mrs. Samuel Tribble, of Athens: Mrs,
Henry Richardson, Mrs. FEdwara
Hemphill and Miss Bland Williams,
all of South Carolina, and Mrs. Me-
Chesney Hogshead were also among
the Lonor guests at tea; Mrs. Thomas
Berry, of Birmingham, and Mrs. Alex
Benneyman, of Knoxville, the guests
of Mrs. Alexander Boaneyman, were
entertained at tea; Mrs, Oscar John
son, of Charleston, 8. C., and Mrs,
A. P, Steele, of Statesboro, N, (7,, the
guests of Mrs. Del.os Hill, were also
entertained in a party,
Others present were Mrs, Hugn
Dorsey, Mrs, Lewis Beck, Mrs. Willis
Westmoreland, Mrs. Frank Adaiy,
‘Mr.:, Forrest Adair, Jr, Mrs. Rohin
Adair, Mrs, W. E. Miller, Mrs. L. F.
Montgomery, Mrs, Henry B, Nelson,
Mrs., Alpert Thornton, Mrs. Preston
Arkwright, Mrs Walter Gordon Ro
per, Mrs. Albert Thornton, Jr., Mrs.
’S‘l,’mwl Barnett, Mrs, DeLos Hill, Mrs.
‘l-‘runk Spain, Mrs. Ralph Rosenbaum,
Mrs, Louis Wellhouse, Mrs., Sol
Wiseberg, Mrs. Werner 8, Byck, Mrs.
John Hill, Mres. W, W, Banks, Mrs,
Joseph ¥, Gatins, Jr. Mrs, Renjamin
Gating of New York, Mrs. Phinizy
Caltoun, Mrs, James W, Conway, Mrs,
enfamin Smith, Mrs Dowdell
Frown, Mrs, Willilam W, Dixon, Mrs.
Herman Glade, Mrs, Cyvrus Strickler,
Mrs. Russell Richards, Mrs, George
MeCarty, Jr., Mrs, Eugene Black, Sr,
Mrs. A, L. Fowler, Mra, M, 8. (Conl
edge, Mrs. Frang Fleming, Mrs. John
Sorerfield, Mre, Inman Sanders, Mrs,
R, C. Divine ™Mrs. Willlam C. Ly.e,
Mra, B. M. Willbams, Mrs, B, L. Win
chell, Mrs, George Lancaster of Chat
anvoga, Mrs. Mrank Owens, Misses
Jane Allen, Herrietta Tuvnher, Euaora
Chapin, Julia Murphy, Catherine
Murphy, Jane Ailen, Miss Eva Fitch,
Miss Nellie Hightower, Miss Helen
MeoCarty, Mary Nelson, Hazel Nel
son, Sarah Kennedy and others,
Mr. and Mrs. Little to Entertain.
Mrs. Louis Stevens, of Macon, will
arrive Thursday, to be the opera
guest for the remainder of the week
of her sister, Mrs. John D. Little, on
Peachtree street,
Mrs, Stevens will be honoree at the
’pmr 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 Gilven,
Mrs. B 1. Winchell wilj be hostess
at an afterncon tea on Friday at the
Georglan 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
embroldered and filet eloth. The cen
tral decoration was a large silver
basket of Dresden-colored spring
lowers,
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 apd 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
and men: Miss Marguerite Moncrief,
ukelele: Miss Raeford Monerief, gui
tar; Miss Dorothy Moncrief, mando
lin; Miss Frances Coleman, accom
panist; Miss Mabel Monerief, voeal
ist and accompanist; Mrs. Moncrief,
chaperon; Robert Pause, violinist;
Ralph Garrard, trombone; My, Ber
ger, drum; Mrs. Dean, chaperon.
Both Miss Whitney and Miss Dean
added their musical talents to the
programs. These pro&ams were ar
ranged through the oman's Com
mittee of the W. C, C. S, Mra. T, T.
Stevens chalrman,
Mrs. Leavering Leaves for Mome,
Mrs. Benjamin Levering, of Chi
cago, formerly Miss Blizabeth 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 distinotion 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 is also the
first Georgia woman to study law and
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
fession,
Mrs. Levering s 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 At
lanta,
M'?. Levering held the office of
secrefary in her French Club for six
vears when the office of president
was created to especially honor her.
During her visit to Atlanta Mrs.
Levering was entertained as the guest
of Mrg, Charles Kaufman, at her“
home ou Piedmont aveinua,
Fielder-Cooß
’ Wedding
’ The marriage of Mrss 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 Churech,
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 Alien, Charles Marshall, J. H.
Ewing, Sr., and W. 0. Foote,
- The beautiful decorations of the
church were palms, ferns and bay
trees in artistio arrangement. The
marriage altar was guarded on either
gide by cathedral candelabra holding
'white burning tapers and tall ev?cker
urns holding BEaster lilies, spired and
white lilacs stood at intervals,
The bride entered with her father,
J. W. Fielder, and was gowned in a
tailored suit of mavy 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 carried a .cascade bouquet of
Shasta daisles, pink and lavendar
sweetpeas, pink snapdragons, ragged
robbin, white and lavender lilacs, 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 carried a Dresden arm
basket of pink rosebuds and forget
me-nots,
Mrs. J. W. Felder, 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, o |
Mrs, Guy Hamilton, of Waynesboro,
Va,, gister of the bridegroom, wore ag
afternoon costume of dark blue Geor
gette crepe, with a large pidture hat
of the same shade, and she wore a
corsage of pink rosebuds and swan
sonia, :
Mrs. Morris Ewing, the bride's sis.
ter, was gowned in a toilette of black
satin, with a large Victory blue chis.
fé&n hat. Hes corsage was of pink
and lavendar sweetpeas,
Among the out-of-town guests were
Colonel and Mrs. W. K. Fielder, of
Cedartown aunt and uncle of the
bride; Mrs. Guy Hamilton and Tuck
er Cook, of Waynesboro, Va., and
Lieutenant Anderson, of New Haven,
Conn, i
Captain and Mrs. Cook left imme
diately after the ceremony for a wed
ding trip through North Carolina fmd\
Virginia, later going to Washington
City, where they will reside whlle‘
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
uished women there, representing
‘ooruin us honorary State regent. # |
"The Heart Breaker
By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN
DE WATER. ‘
(Copyright, 1919, Star Company.)
CHAPTER LXXIIL
ONORA usually prided herself
I l 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.
“lI will telephone to Mr. Pearson
and explain that you are not well,”
she said. “I am sorry you overdid
yourself yvesterday, but it's only an
other of the many things to make me
u!\com‘(ortable. 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 I will be down this after
noon, if I am able, and explain how
sorry 1 am,” she murmured, for the
dizziness made her feel faint.
Honora Protests.
“I 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 toda¥y,” was
the succinet suggestion.
Mrs. Higgins persuaded Honora to
take a cup of tea and a slice of toast,
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. “I feel
ever so much better. I shall get up
pretty soon.”
“Mr. Peason telephoned at 11 o'clock
and said that vou were not to at
tempt to go to the office today,” Mrs.
Higging informed her charge. “So T
am to make you take care of yourself.
You may as well have another nap.”
“How was Milly this morning? 1
mean--did she seem happy at break
fast ?" Honora questioned.
“Well—not very,” 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 statememt—a
;lflent‘e which Mrs, Higgins broke at
ast,
“T am sorry about Mildred and Ar
thur He is such a nice young man.
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Nights IVith Uncle Remus
SISTER JANE (Continued).
ISTER JANE laughed heartily and
S then grew solemn. “So they say
you're a fool, do they, Jiney? Well,
1 wish all the peo- pmw
ple I know had as §
much sense a 5 | EERe ]
you've got. I'd like ’a;i\fi
‘em lots better'n 1 §i 5% =8
“Well'm, it's so f= %% 2 AR |
easy to have what §o . “SSERE
folks call sense that §.~ }g" &
ease my mind by ; ‘;' ‘a‘;
playin’ the fool.” R ]
Mandy laughed §s€u.
at this remark, but § B 89 )
there was a touch §SR é
of uneasiness in i 8¢ o b
her manner, for at §
that moment Klibs % :
marched in, accom- Ut
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 hjmself 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
{a.sked.
Jiney rose and glanced at him. “Why,
And he was in love with Mildred.
Don’t you think so?”
Honora turneda her head wearily on
the};:illow and closed her eyes. |
“He seemed to be,” she said briefly.
“Well, I was wondering if he cares
for her still—l mean except as a
friend. I wonder if he loves her now?
If so, 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. Higging' surmises. Did Arthur
still love Mildred? llf 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 eruel 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 replled. “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 is chewing
the bag,” remarked Sister Jane.
‘““That’s so,” said Jincy, “and I'll show
you. Come out and see, but don't git
too close.”™ :
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 Jinecy 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 imipatiently. Then his eyes fell
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 gpectacle immensely and
treasured the incident in my mind. It
gave me a new and higher opinion of
Jincy. He begged to be excused from
w-turnlng into the house, on the ground
that he didn’t want to wear his welcome
out., So we begged him to call agum
whenever he felt in the humor, and he
went away agoer 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 Hsther Laßose Harris.
ALL RIGHT RESERVED. Printed by
permission and by special arrangements
with Houghton, Mifflin Cempany.)
I (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. \
He had never looked at Honora
like that before, and even now she .
seemed to feel the warmth of his
handelasp.
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 ecamp
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 Bd Continued.)
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