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"I am not frightened now," she
said dreamily. "I am quite sure that
that I am not dead. I am only
asleep in my hammock. When I
Again, in spite of himself, he shiv
ered. "Will you do one more thing for
me?" she asked.
"Yes a million."
"Only .one. It is unreasonable, it
is perhaps silly and I have no right
"Ask it," he begged.
"Then then, will you go. to Willow
"Now?" he repeated blankly.
"Yes." She looked at him with a
smile touching lips and eyes. "I am
asleep In the hammock; I sleep very
soundly and very late into the
morning. They may not find me
there for a long while. So would you
mind going to Willow Brook to
"I I but you do not expect me to
leave you here and find you In West
chester!" he stammered.
"You need not go," she said quiet
ly. "If you will telephone to the
house and ask somebody to go out to
the pergola "
"No," he said, "I will go; I will go
anywhere on earth for you."
He stood up, his senses In a whirl.
She rose, too, leaning lightly on the
"Thank you," she said sweetly.
"When you awake me give me this."
She held out the Signum Veneris;
and he took it and raised it to his
It was almost morning when he
found himself in a car, clutching his
ticket in one hand, 4ier ring in the
"It is I who am mad, not she," he
muttered. "It is I who am mad love
mad!" he whispered as the whistle
aroused him and sent him stumbling
out Into the soft, fresh morning air
at Willow Brook.
The rising sun smote him full in
the eyes as he came in sight of the
club house and the dew on the lawn
flashed like the gems of the Signum
Veneris on the ring he held so tightly.
Across the club house lawn stood
another house, circled with gardens,
in full bloom; and to the. left, among
young trees, the white columns of a
There was not a soul astir as he
crossed the lawn and entered the gar-;
den, brushing dew from overweight--ed
blossoms as he passed.
Suddenly, at a turn in the path, he
came upon the pergola, and saw a
brilliant hammock hanging in the'
Over the hammock's fringe some
thing light and fluffy fell in folds like
the billowy frills of a ball gown. He
stumbled forward, dazed, incredul
ous, and stood trembling for an in
Then, speechless, he sank down ber
Bide her, and dropped the ring intq
the palm of her half-closed and un?
A ray of sunlight fell across her
hair; slowly her blue eyes unclosed,
And in her partly open palm the "
Sign of Venus glimmered like dew
silvering a budding rose!
OUR NEXT SATURDAY SHORT.
STORY FOR SUMMER! J
What is a black-eye worth to a
This is the delicate question upon
which the great 0. Henry dilates in
A HARLEM TRAGEDY," the nex$
tale we will print in the superlative
series of short stories we are pre
senting during the summer.
This tale, in which Mrs. Cassidy
tells Mrs. Fink how an eye, black?
ened by a spouse, is worth exactly
two tickets to the matinee, plus a
perfectly good silk shirtwaist, will
appear in The Day Book, Saturday,
it will be illustrated by the famous
American, Dan Sayre Croesbeck.