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place was an empty silk pillow, part
ly made. Iola said"
"Some one' opened the windows
where I had been working last night,
a strong wind came up and you see
the result. The rose leaves wese sent
me by a friend from California. I
have managed to gather them up, for
they were blown off the table in a
heap, but the down I fear it is not
worth the labor gathering it up."
"You might try," suggested the
young man. "If you would get me a
pillow-slip or a deep basket I will see
what can be done."
Miss Duncombe went to the house
and brought out three baskets. She
and Flo set about the same task as
this "hired help." She learned that
his name was Archie Blair. His man
ner was so courteous and respectful
that they became quite friendly. Lit
tle Flo took a rare liking to the
bright-hearted young man, who said
and did all kinds df merry things in
chasing down the butterfly-like
down, making of work real play.
It took two hours to gather up
most of the scattered down. Then
"I am greatly obliged, and the com
"I was just going to speak of that,"
declared Archie. "If you will allow
me to sketch some of the beautiful
surroundings here, with this little
fairy and yourself in the picture, I
will feel fully compensated."
So he was an artist, reflected Iola,
and several little sketches, of his pen
cil convinced her that he had no or
dinary talent. She felt warranted in
asking him to lunch, and when he
went on his way little Flo made him
promise to come and see them when
he returned from his sketching tour
of the lake district, some twenty
If the young artist ceased to re
member the fair maiden with whom
he had spent those delfghtlul hours,
not so Iola. A new-comer in town, a
Robert Wilder, came pretty regularly
to see her, but Iola took little interest !
In him. He had bloomed forth in the
village as-a young man of fortune on
a vacation. Mr. Duncombe had met
him at the town club and took quite
a fancy to him. This was, however,
because as his partner at whist the
talented young man won most of .the
games from their adversaries at f
cards. ' "
One evening this delectable in- -dividual
met Jim Carr, a servant at'
the Duncombe home, in a secret (way.4
Judging from their conversation, '
these two had known one another in
a sinister way in the past Further '
than that, it appeared that the vaunt
ed young man of wealth had, some
hold on Jim.
"See here, Carr," he said on the
present occasion, ."you know what
I'm 'after; a rich wife. If old Dun
combe has the money I think I
wouldn't object to becoming his son-in-law"
"You want to be spry, then," ad
"Why is that?"
"There's a young artist fellow who
has been around for an evening or
two. He met Miss Iola about a week
ago, it seems, and; on his way to the
city, has decided to stop in the village
for a week or two. My opinion Is he
is in love with the girl."
"Oh, well, I'm pretty solid with the
old man," boasted Wilder. "See here,
I want you to do something, for me
and I'll pay you well."
"All right what is it?"
"I want you to act as my dicta
phone. In other words, could you
manage to overhear what conversa
tion goes on in the houBe; like what
old Duncombe says about me, and
how the girl regards me?"
"Sure," replied Jim readily.
"Then report to me day after ta-'
morrow," a'nd at their tryst Jim ap-
peared at tie time appointed. (
"I've got some news," he advised
"Let's have It." . " "J
"There's a closet I managed to hide
in just off the library, where I oveiv
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