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A CLEVER FRIEND
By Florence Lillian Henderson
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
"I've made the mistake of my
life!" announced Gerald Dyke.
"Love spat with Clio Barrett, I sup
pose?" intimated his close friend.
"Quite the reverse," declared Dyke.
"There's no more Clio Barrett for
me. That dream is ended. It's her
father who has come upon the scene
as the indignant and immovagle de
stroyer of my life's happiness!"
Will Hampden looked interested
"You see, I made a bad break in
supporting our mutual friend, Dodd,
for mayor. The progressive element
felt that two terms for one man, even
as good a man as Mr. Barrett, was
enough. They put up Dodd. I elec
tioneered for him. as you know, Will
one little speech."
"But Barrett carried the day."
"Yes, but by so small a majority
that he feels piqued. Somehow he
heard of my campaigning effort. That
settled it Just as Clio and I be
came engaged, he ordered me from
the house Clio in tears, myself in
"What are you going to do about
it?" asked Hampden.
"It's what he will do. He's an un
forgiving, pig-headed man in his likes
and dislikes. I'm blacklisted in his
books and he'll carry Clio away, or
hide her away, but he'll outwit me.
She is practically under guard. I be
lieve he has emissaries watching me.
It has taken me a week to get a note
to Clio and a reply."
"She's true blue."
"Yes, but terribly despondent."
"Want my advice?" inquired
"What is it?"
"Run away with her."
Dyke had thought of that. So had
Clio. He thought of it more than
meditative stroll. It was not so easy,
however, he realized. He was satis
fied that Mr. Barrett was keeping an
eye on him.. He knew that Clio was
under the constant gaze of a trained
chaperon. He had never yet passed
the Barrett grounds but the garden
er or the steward or the hostler was
A bridge swung by steam power
spanned the broad Vermillion river
and the Barrett home was on the
west side of the stream. From its
They Were Through the Town and
center the Barrett home was in pret
ty clear view and Gerald had the
doubtful consolation of posting him
self there occasionally, to mournful
ly survey the spot where he had for
merly been a welcome visitor.
On this especial day he strolled
to the bridge. His heart fluttered as
he made out in the distance a white
robed form among the distant flower
beds. He had just written a note to
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