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either tell her all' he added, "or
get away from here."
It was two evenings later. They
stood together watching the rain
bow glinting from the flowing
fountain, when some one came
rushing up the walk.
"Why, it's brother!" cried Irma.
"You here, Lane!" exclaimed
Sidney Worth, after he had greet
ed his sister affectionately. "And
Norman, too, he added, catching
sight of the artist on the porch,
and rushing off to greet him.
"He called you Mr. Lane!"
murmured Irma, in a mystified
Lane was wretchedly silent.
Not yet did his companion sus
pect the imposture. She saw that
he was disturbed. Always tact
ful, however, Irma diverted the
conversation with the remark:
"You should paint a picture of
the fountain in the moonlight,
"I I never painted anything,"
blundered out Lane in despera
tion. "What!" she laughed "Mr:
Norman, the artist who won the
"I am not Mr. Norman, I an
not an artist," declared Lane in
full confession. "The only things
I ever painted were, some word
pictures, and I never thought
them worth while reading. I
wish I had the power just now to
paint a word picture of a truly
penitent man. Miss Worth, I
have something dreadful to con
fess." And then and there Lane told
Jiis story. .He found Irma more
astonished than offended. She
sighed a little. Then she lifted
her eyes to his.
"Yes," continued Lane in a despondent-
tone, "I am a poor ideal
to consider. The only thing I
ever did except to spend money
was to write that volume of 'Idle
Thoughts,' and nobody ever
seemed to understand it."
"You wrote that book?" cried
Irma, her eyes radiant with de
light. "I understand it," and then
she dropped her glance and blush- .
ed at ' so openly betraying her
"I would like to write a letter
to you," said Lane, "depicting my
very serious thoughts about this
innocent imposture of mine, Miss
Worth. I would even like to go
further and explain why why I
kept it up, why I couldn't help
lingering at Brocton." r
"Can you not tell it?" inquir
ed Irma softly, sinking to a rus
It was a beautiful word picture i
that the young man delineated,
fo"r through it all there ran the-
fgolden warp of love. And when
later they joined the others, hap-
py Dudley Lane knew that he had
won a worthy bride who- loved
him for himself alone.
Lawyer Are you acquainted.!
with the prisoner? . :
Witness I've known him for
Lawyer H a v e you evetr-i
known him to be a disturber off
the public peace?
Witness Well er he used-,
to belong to a fife and drum band.