Ingly, thinking of a certain nest egg
he had, big enough to stand the shock
of a temporary loss of employment.
"Meet me once in a -while this way,
won't you, Mrs. Faire? It's a com
fort to find a true friend in sympathy
with those two brooding doves."
Meantime poor Earle wandered
about the expensive home grounds,
read, smoked and grieved. He ex
pected every hour to hear that his
ladylove .had been sent away or to
receive a mandate to begin his own
irksome exile. Lolling in a hammock
one afternoon his interest was awak
ened as a kite came whirling down
with a dive, landing in a thorn bush
and lay there pierced and tangled.
"Hey, mister!" hailed an p.nxious
faced lad a few moments later,
mounting the garden wall, "that's
"Well, come and get it," directed
Earle, and then, interested in any
circumstances that alleviated the te
dium of the hours, he assisted the
boy in getting the kite extricated
from the greenery. He was tying up
two pieces of broken tail when a
sudden idea shot through his mind
in a vivid glow of brilliancy.
"Se& here," he said, abruptly, "do
you want to make a dollar?"
"Me? Oh, my!" ejaculated his ju
venile visitor in a sort of ectasy.
"You know where the Ellis people
"Could you break your kite loose
or arrange it any way so you could
get an excuse to go into their garden,
just as you have here?"
"Sur6 I could," asserted the lad
"Then see here," and Earle whis
pered in the boy's ear the substance
of a deep, dark plot. Then he wrote
a note and handed it with a dollar
bill to the boy.
"Now, remember," he warned,
"give the note to nobody but Miss
Ems. You land the kite while she's
about the garden."
"Oh, I understand!" grinned the in
Now the plot was carried out. Tha
expert kite flyer manipulated his air,
sailer just as he deftly calculated. N
The kite fell within the walled-in
garden of the Ellis grounds. Gentle,
helpful Marah, in her tender-hearted
sympathy, assisted the unfortu
nate lad to recover his kite. The
guileless lad rewarded her co-opera-;
tion by secretly slipping her the note
'Earle had written.
But watchful eyes had scanned the
episode of the Rodney garden those
of the vigilant Mr. Dukes. And the
faithful duenna, Mrs. Faire, had seen t
through the motive of the visit of the.
artless boy with the kite.
That note told Marah to steal from
the house at dusk, to reach a certain,
remote corner of the garden. A light ,
rope ladder would be thrown over,
the wall. She would fall into her
lover's arms on the other side. t
There would be a hurried scurry
to a sheltering grove of trees a bit
farther on, where a closed carriage
would be waiting.
Then the nearest Gretna Green.,
Oh, how easy! Oh, how delightful! ,
To a dot the plot went through.
Flutteringly Marah reached the wall,
scaled the ladder, dropped into a fond
"My darling!" thrilled Earle.
"Oh, dear! What will become of all1
this?" breathed the quivering girl.
"Love, happiness, forgiveness!" de
cleared Earle buoyantly. "Thunder."
They had reached the carriage. He
helped Marah in. She screamed. He
got in himself and collapsed.
There, upon the rear seat, blandly
smiling were Dukes and Mrs. Faire.
"Discovered baffled!1' cried Earle.
Then, to Dukes: "You spy!"
"Mistake!" chuckled Dukes, benev
olently. "You heartless meddler!" flared out
Marah to her duenna.
"Dear child!" smiled Mrs. Faire,
"So near happiness!" murmured
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