rage and grief. She shook her fist at
Maida and babbled incoherently.
"Come, mother," said the young
man, "I own we played you an unfair
trick, but it wasn't my fault that I
should have got washed ashore upon
an island where "the dearest girl in
the world lives."
"Aye, you've stale her from me,"
sobbed the old woman. "But I'll hold
her. I'll kill you both first I'll burn
the tower and you "
"Now, mother, be sensible," plead
ed the young man, laving his hand
on her arm. "You haven't thought
that Maida would grow up to woman
hood some dav, that marriage is her
right, as love is. You haven't treat
ed her rightly.
"Rightly?" cried the old woman.
"What right has a girl in the world
today? Who is there to care for her
except her mother? Listen to me,
and I'll tell you something that not
even Maida knows.
"You'll laugh and sneer when I tell
you that in my day I was the belle
of my native town, not many miles
from here. Among all my suitors
there was just one I gave my heart
to. He was handsome Oh, yes, he
was handsome. I was just a girl, and
I didn't know that the young, quiet
Englishman, whom I laughed at, be
cause he was afraid to look me in the
face, was worth twenty of my false
lover. I trusted him.
"He was coming back to marry me
very soon, and so nobody need know.
And I had faith in him the faith a
girl has. And I waited, and he never
came. And the folks found out my
shame, and where everybody had
sought my company I was despised
and outcast, and I had nobody, no
body at all to ask advice of before
Maida was born. That's the sort of
chance a girl has. And now you
know, do you still want Maida, know
ing what she is?"
Maida shrank back, hardly under
standing the passion of bitter mem
ory that lashed her mother, but the
young man drew her to frim.
"I do," he answered.
"I learned too late what false hearts
men have," continued the mother.
"There was just one that stood by me
the young Englishman who had
loved me. He wanted me still, he
wanted to care for Maida. But I
couldn't let him. I knew it would be
pity and not love. So I came here. If
there's another man alive like him I
might trust my girl to him, but to
none other. And there could only be
one Geoffrey Hale in the world."
The young man. who had listened
attentively, started and then sprang
"My father!" he cried. "You are
Louise Troy. He has often spoken of
you. Look at me, mother. Don't you
see my father's face in me?"
Incredulously the old woman seiz
ed him by the shoulder and stared
into his eyes. Suddenly a mask
seemed to fall from her face.
"I have lived for this day," she
said solemnly. "Be good to her. I
He caught her as she stumbled for
ward. But he knew that, having her
day, she could rest peacefully till her
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
WHEN WILL THE WAR END?
Here is a coincidence in figures.
Take the two years of the Franco
Prussian war and add them together:
1870 plus 1871 equals 3741. The fig
ures thus obtained give you the dura
tion of the war, for it began on the
3d of the seventh month of 1870 and
ended on the 4th of the first month
of 1871. Then add the two years of
the present war: 1914 plus 1915
equals 3829. It is true the war did
commence on the 3d of the eighth
monthof 1914. If the thing works
out properly the war should there
fore end on the 2d of the ninth month.
of this year. Tid Bits, .
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