threatened to shoot him. Some busy
body saw us talking. Colonel Jarrett
and! father haven't spoken since.
You see, we are very formal in this
district. If only we were friendly
with the colonel, and he could intro
duce you "
The thud of fists against his door
startled Linfield out of his sleep. He
struck a match and lit his oil lamp.
The blows were redoubled. Outside
were threatening voices.
Linfield opened the door. A rush
of men bore him to the ground. In
-a trice he was bound, limp and help
" less, and staring up into the faces of
the Gates men.
"Get his clothes on, Bob," said one
Ten minutes later, having been un
bound and dressed, Linfield was con
ducted at pistol point into the road,
where, fastened to a horse's bridle, he
was made to jog dver the ruts and
stones until the Gates house was
reached. The captors led him into
the huge hall.
There stood Mary and an old man
with a long beard, whom Linfield
guessed to be her. father. And a lit
tle apart, with downcast eyes and
clasped hands, stood a man in clerical
"We've got him, dad," said one of
The old man turned to Linfield, and
his hands shook with passion, as he
"We've caught you this time, you
infernal scoundrel," he " shouted.
"Thought you'd eluded us last year,
didn't you? In these parts, when a
man gets a woman talked about "
"Father," cried Mary in agonized
tones, "I tell you this isn't-r-"
"Silence!" roared the old man
"When he gets her talked about he
dies like the dog he is or "
"Marries her!" yelled the young
men in chorus.
"Make your choice and make it
quick!" said Major Gates.
Linfield lifted his eyes toward the
blushing girl. If they had said hell
or heaven he would have felt much as
he did then. "I'll marry .her," he
"Parson, you may proceed," saidj
the major to the clergymap. .c
Five minutes later he gripped Lin-r
field's hand between his own. '
"My boy," he said, "family rela-,
tionships are hard things to come by
sometimes, but, once made, we hold!
to them in this part of the country."
There were tears in his eyes as he
clasped his daughter in his arms. .
"What do you think of this, Mary? "
asked her husband, reading the
"I think it's the stupidest story I've
ever read," answered Linfield's wife.
"And you've actually used our
"I have to, dear, according to the
rules of the competition," replied her
"Competition, my dear?''
"Yes. The 'Ladies Fireside Com
panion' is offering 20 prizes of a thou
sand dollars apiece, you know, for the
best description of 'How I Met My
Wife ' Don't you think "this plight to
have 'a chance?" "-f
"Well," said his wife thoughtfully,
"it's got sentiment, and it's-got at
mosphere. But don't you think it is
a little improbable?"
"Not so improbable as the truth,"
answered Linfield. "Fancy, in a
whole world full of people, that I
should actually have met you that
unforgettable morning in the sub
way." "I'm afraid we weren't introduced
properly, dear," his wife answered.
"Well, you see, you didn't happen
to have any brothers," said her hus
band, kissing her.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
D'Auber I have come to the con
clusion that art doesn't pay. Wig
wag I don't know about art, but I
know lots of artists who don't
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