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By Selina Elizabeth Higgins.
' "Ralph, "be- wary of that man I
do not like him. Something tells me
he is not true."
"You are indulging in a baseless
prejudice, Myra, dear," declared
Ralph Gordon soothingly. "Harvey
Wayne is a fine fellow. Mr. Rich has
the greatest confidence in him. He
His Face Wore a Certain Crafty Look.
i is a great business getter and really
o the life and energy of the bank."
j- "I cannot quiet my mistrust of
him," insisted Myra. "There is some
thing in his eye, his voice, his smile
, that chills me as false. Then, too,
his sister Eunice Lee."
n Ralph Gordon laughed outright.
v "Surely, not jealous, Myra?" he
'Oh, no," replied his fiancee se-
"for I know you love me
l lly she is a flashy fascinat
ing woman, and of the kind I be
lieve who loves to attract just for the
triumph of it."
"Mrs. Eunice Lee, Wayne's sister, is
a married woman, although not liv
ing with her husband," explained
Ralph. "She is ten years my senior.
I will admit that both she and Wayne
make it pleasant for me when I visit
them, but that is because- we mu
tually like one another."
Myra said no more, but she thought
a good deal to herself. Her lover was
genuine, trustful, impulsive. She was
going away for a month and what
she had said had been on her mind
for a weekor more.
"If anything comes up to trouble
you I mean about the bank, or or
this Mr. Wayne," she said pleadingly,
"tell me that you will go to my Broth
er and seek his advice."
"Why, you are getting the me
grims, dear, with all your dreadful
fears!" laughed Ralph. Of course I
will consult Alan, if necessary, but
Mrs. Lee is not going to capture me
and run away with me from you, nor
is her brother going to involve the
bank and myself in some terrible mix
up." So, with his nonclalant self-assured
optimism, Ralph went on his way
light of heart and more loyal to Myra
than ever. But Myra spent the night
mid tearsand fears. She was a be
ing of strong impressions and she
could not rid her mind of suspicion,
more, a shrinking repugnance regard
After Myra had gone away Ralph
spent many an evening at the Wayne
apartments. There was a certain
charm to the silky sinuous manner of
the widow, but not for an instant
did his fidelity to Myra waver. These
people were persistently pleasant,
that was all. His uncle, the owner
of the bank, seemed each day to
place more and more confidence in
Wayne, and Ralph followed his lead.
The new cashier was busy, pleasant,
untiring in his efforts to build up de-
1 posits. Then Mr. Rich became ilL