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tones were commanding. "Look
at me, sweetheart, and tell me." '
Slowly her gaze dwelt upon his
handsome although dissipated
face, his well-fitting clothes, and
"her cheeks flushed crimson. "I
don't know," she Faltered.
The man bent, his head and
took toll from the rich red lips,
but gently, so as not to startle
her, and she gave a little gasp as
"I am afraid t do."
! "Afraid, and why?"
"Because it means such mis
ery," she sobbed.
"Misery to make me the happk
est of men?" he asked.
"No, to make you the most un
happy, for I am bound to my
promise," and the tears fell fast
upon the little ring
A disdainful laugh rang out.
"You are not bound, my little
love," Philip Carrington said.
"You are only bound to mebe
cause you love me."
"phridgia shook her golden
curls. "You are-wrong,"" she said
decidedly. "I know what is right.
I promised George."
''But he has not your love?"
"No," quite simply; "that is
"That is all I wantf" the man
cried triumphantly, catching her
in his arms and pressing his lips
to hers. The girl drew back, a
horrified expression coming into
her innocent face. She was fright
ened. "Let me go ; don't kiss" me,"
she cried, struggling.
"Your love is mine, so shall be
your kisses," the man "said with'
"No, no, no," she repeated,
struggling still more.
Again came that laugh, then a
strong arm wrenched her free,
and George's voice, but so chang
ed she scarcely recognized it,
Philip Carrington looked at
George insolently, then drawled:
"Who is this young farmer?"
Phridgia raised her face from
her trembling hands and looked
pleadingly at George. Never
had she seem him appear to such
advantage. He did not suffer any
by contact with the city-bred man
at that moment, although he was
clad in gingham shirt and over
alls. "That is George Damson, the
man I promised to marry," she
"And who will protect her
against you and your kind as long
as he lives," George said sternly.
'Philip Carrington laughed
carelessly, and taking a cigarette
from his pocket, lit it. "I wish
you joy of her," he mocked.
The next instant he lay at
Phridgia's feet, sent there by a
well-directed blow from George's
Phridgia had no clear notion of
what followed, but she knew that
the manAvho had insulted her re
ceived a thorough thrashing from
George, and that he was helped
on his way by several well-planted
kicks. Through it all the man
she had thought such a hero made
.not a single attempt to defend