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ticipated the bequest for a year back,
but he had never told Lesbia of that
Now, Ira Dunn conceived a great
idea of keeping that money in the
family. He had a favorite nephew in
a neighboring town. Behold, within
a brief time, this Abner Bowen a
guest at the Dunn homestead, the
chosen suitor for the hand of the
pretty little heiress!
Lesbia treated the awkward, carroty-haired
youth with kindness, as
her gentle nature impelled her. It
hurt her, however, when boating or
driving her surroundings would sug
gest those rich, joyful days when
Clement Rowe had been at her side.
The contrast of companionship was
so intense that she would turn aside
to hide the tears of regret of pride,
too, for Lesbia felt that Clement had
unwarrantably slighted her.
One day Abner Bowen blunderingly
proposed to Lesbia. So palpably had
the speech he made been put into his
mouth by Ira Dunn that Lesbia
laughed outright at him. In a later
spirited interview with Mr. Dunn she
flatly rejected his candidate and the
schemer set about forming new plots.
Then gradually there came to Les
bia's mind an intense desire to make
of art her life endeavor. She made
of her room a regular studio. There
was sonfe joy in getting into a groove
of work that was harmonious, but
she missed the expert hand that had
taught her the rudiments of a profes
sion she was resolute to adopt as a
And then one day came a remark
able discovery, that abruptly changed
all the impulses of her young life and
hurried the accomplishment of her
She was looking- for an old scrap
book in the library when she came
across what appeared to be the pen
ciled draft of a letter written by Mr.
Dunn. She could not take her eyes1
from the sheet, as she saw that it
concerned Clement Rowe.
It had apparently been .'written
right after Lesbia had answered the
first nd only missive she had re
ceived from the artist. It told Lesbia
that Clement had written a manly
letter to Mr. Dunn, confessing His
love for her and asking his permis
sion to renew the acquaintance.
The reply had been that Lesbia
was already selected for another,
that she would ultimately become an
heiress, and that if Clement persisted
in his attentions he would lie under
the suspicion of being a mere fortune
"Poor, proud soul!" cried Lesbia,
her eyes scintillating with indigna
tion, mingled with reverence for the
man she had learned to esteem. "And
he has loved me all the time! Oh,
the way is easy now! As to the for
Her busy little mind mapped out
and carried out a speedy program.
Money should cease to be a barrier
between Clement and herself, she re
solved. The next morning Lesbia went
alone to the bank where her little
fortune was deposited. First she
drew out a few hundred dollars for
her own personal use. Next, she
sent half of the remainder to an old
aunt who had groaned under the
hard burden of a heavy mortgage on
her home for many years. The bal
ance Lesbia donated to a home for
orphans in a near city.
"He can be no fortune hunter.
now!" she whispered raptly to her
self "if he really wants me."
A note apprised Ira Dunn of what
his independent charge had done the
next day, and Lesbia was on her way
to the city, and first thing to the art
ist quarter of the big metropolis.
One day Clement Rowe received a
note from a Mrs. Ernest Moore. She
was the widow of an artist, and an
artist herself. As he entered her
studio he chanced to glance past the
draperies at an aproned figure stand
ing busy at work before an easel.
"Miss Austin!" he fairly gasped,
"Yes ,for a month past she haff
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