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hurried from the room," the 'servant
followed. The dooj closed after them.
"His father!" panted the bride.
"His father! That man! Oh, what
have I done! What have I done!"
She had fallen to a chair, her eyes
fixed upon the portrait Oh, there
could be no mistake! She had been
shown the photograph of this same
person under distressing circum-,
stances she had never forgotten.'
There was not a face in a million so
WHAT TIME BROUGHT r
By Melville Turner Warren
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
The fluttering, blushing bride of an
afternoon gave utterance to a cry of
bewildered joy "and delight as she
stepped across the threshold of the
beautiful house that assiduous labor
sad love had prepared as her future
How beautiful!" she breathed ar
dently. "Oh, Elwyn, I never expected
The eyes of Elwyn Borden flushed
with pride and pleasure. He had
proven his deep, .lasting love for this
dainty, devoted- creature clinging
charmingly to his strong protecting
arm. He was glad of his ability to
pay her the homage of wealth, ease
Leila was almost crying with happi
ness as he led her from room to room
of the quint old mansion. At the
time of his father's death it had been
closed. Now it had been reaovated
to welcome the young bride.
"My father's favorite room," ex
plained Elwyn, as they entered a
somber apartment A shadow of re
spectful grief tinged the speaker's
Leila glanced about at the ancient
carvings, the great bookcases, the
numerous cabinets of curios. Her
hand left his arm with a sudden jerk.
Her fair face whitened. Over the fire
place hung an oil painting.
"Who who is that?" she all but
"My father. Why, Leila!" and then
a slight tap at the door and the at
tention of Borden was distracted
from his wife.
"A friend has called o see you, sir,"
a servant announced. "Mr. Bart
ley." "Ah, I am glad!" cried Elwyn. "My
dearest college chum, Leila. I will
In his boyish enthusiasm over the
arrival of his old-time chum Borden
This This Is No Place for Me!" She
peculiarly characteristic and marked.
The prominent chin, the bristling
brows, one eye gone and a criss-cross
scar on one cheekjdjke mementoes of
a runaway accidB
"This this is noace for me!" she
palpitated. "Oh, the mockery of it!
Oh. the heartbreak! Father father!"
Why has this blighting curse come to
my poor heart!"
' She arose, blinded with tears, but