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"You look it," observed the judge.
"What you been doing with the ma
chine moving a house?"
"Pretty nearly," smiled Cleora.
"Now don't get grumpy, father. When
you hear my story you will be quite
as interested and sympathetic as my
self. You know I inherit all my bene
volence from you."
"Well, let us hear what you have
been up to this time," he suggested.
"There's a half blind old man and
his feeble wife, the Maitlands, over
near Elberson," said Cleora.
"Yes, I've heard of them. Bought
some property from that scoundrel
Ringold, who has put a cloud on the
title of one-half the land I own in
the township," observed the judge,
flaring up wrathily.
"Their son, Dr. Paul Maitland,
bought it," corrected Cleora. "It
seems he knew before he went away
that he had been swindled by Mr.
Ringold, just as you were, but he nev
er dreamed that the old folks would
be disturbed until his return. About
a week ago, however, the real ownef
of the land served notice on the old
people to vacate. I learned of it yes
terday and arranged to assist them
in finding new quarters until their
son came back. There were some
household treasures they particularly
cherished and I took those in the
"I'd like to catch hold of that Rin
gold!" remarked the judge, an old
grievance vividly revived. "It isn't
what he beat me out of in real money
it's the complications he made that
have obscured the title to my land so
1 can't legally sell it until the records
are cleaned up."
"From what old Mr. and Mrs. Mait
land say," spoke Cleora, "their son
has been trying to find Mr. Ringold."
So the incident passed by for the
time being. Cleora was very much in
terested in the old couple she had as
sisted. They had enough mo'neyfcto
carry themselves along, but they were
rrr irid foiru aS to making any
mistake in their movements. In fact,
T -within the week Cleora had become
a guardian, to whom they ieferrc " in
all their plans.
The judge grumbled .a little over
the condition of the automobile, but
he did not dry to deter Cleora from
continuing her visits to the old poeple.
He looked askance, however, when
his daughter became enthusiastic in
telling what a fine portrait she had
seen of the absent doctor and what a
loyal, liberal son he had been to his
"I suppose Doctor Maitland is pret
ty poor," remarked the judge guard
edly. "Maybe his investment in that
house and lot took all he had in the
"I don't know I hope not," replied
The judge was not at all craftybut
he was naturally solicitous as to the
future welfare of his only child. He
brought it around so that young Sid
ney Talcott, who was heir presump
tive to quite an estate and always a
devoted follower of Cleora, came once
more into the lists.
It was a fair moonlit evening when
young Talcott mustered up courage
to propose to Cleora,. She treated him
as if she was a kindly sister, told
him he had better' go back to the
fiancee he had quarreled with and
sent him away with a lot of good
After he had gone Cleora strolled
across the verdant space aligning the
home grounds. A man's figure came
swiftly across her path. He halted to
lift his hat courteously and inquire,
"Can you direct me to the home of '
"It is right at hand," explained
Cleora and then her heart fluttered,
for she at once identified the original
of the picture Mr. and Mrs. Maitland
had shown her of. their son.
"I wish to see the judge," explained
the stranger. "Perhaps " he paused,
a quick flicker came into his-yes.
"I am his daughter," said Cleora.
His hand reached but ta clasp her
own. There came into His face aa
a s -a Bat T.a,