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. "MAKING GOOD" By Mildred Caroline Coodridge. "I do not think much of your choice, Blanche." "Do you meatt-of home or of hus band, Marcia?" -- "Both. Walter is certainly as much in love with you as when he married you, but I would resent a husband bringing me (to this unendurably des olate spot no sopiety, no comfort, no future, nothing but wallowing na tives and a hot, blistering sun." "Yet we hope for a future, sister dear," said Blanche in her cheery, op- STS The Native Looked As If He Had Been Rolled a Mile in the Road. timistic way. "When I see Walter every day improve in health and spir its. I think of his five years' servitude in'a stuffy department office at Wash ington and his free open air life here. You know that Walter is smart and industrious. He has started at the bottom rung of the diplomatic lad der, but he intends to reach the top." Very humble, indeed, was the pres ent position of young Walter Burton. He had been an under clerk in the employ of the government. A con gressman took a liking to him and had secured for him his present posi tion as consul at Beiron, an obscure city in India. Just married, he and his" wife had been- there now for about half a year. Mrs. Marcia Burn ham, the widowed sister of Blanche, was visiting them. "I j)ity you, Blanche," she now said, glancing sourly at the flat, un interesting expanse of low habita tions and treeles3 plains before her. "I have certainly outdistanced you, older thought I am. Next month, as you know, I am to marry Count Toli feri. They say he is very rich." "Yes, but money is not everything in the world," -remarked Blanche," who did not think much of the count from what she had heard of him. "For mercy's sake here!" inter rupted Marcia sharply, staring down the road. "There is that philanthrop ies! husband of yours with a new pensioner in tow, I fancy." ? "If so, Walter cannot help it," re turned Blanche, with a sweet smile. "He is always trying to do something to ameliorate the condition of these poor natives." "He has picked up a rare sample this time," retorted Marcia disgust edly. There was certainly a wide con trast between the spruce, handsome consul and the limping, tattered na tive whose arm he held in aiding him to walk. The native looked as if he had been rolled a mile in the dust laden road. His clothing was nearly torn off from him. Face and body was a mass of cuts and bruises. He was gasping for breath and seemed to be in a state of almost complete exhaustion. Walter led him to the hut of the servant at the rear of the house and gave him into his charge. Then he approached the ladies. "Walter, how can you interest yourself in these ignorant, worthless AttkttAAAAAAAttfld laMMB9Bi