A DOUBLE IDENTITY
By Frances Hollingsworth
Copyright, 1916, W. G. Chapman.)
"You are a stopped watch, Del
mar." "I feel it," yawned the person ad
dressed. "I've exhausted about ev
erything. What then?"
"Thought and mainspring."
"H'm !" and Owen Delmar yawned
again as his friend went on his way,
but a few serious expressions came
into his eyes. He was so abstracted
that a young lady hurrying after him
called his name twice before he
Her daintiness and grace, the glow
ing eyes, the flushed, sweet face,
were enough to inspire any man with
admiration and interest For a mo
ment Delmar roused up. Then, to
himself, he muttered:
"Too late I'm on the rocks now.
It would only spoil her bright but
"I am so excited and pleased," flut
tered Elsa Vane, clasping his hand
and holding it, and looking affection
ately and gratefully into his eyes
like some innocent, confiding child.
"See, my rare good fortune and to
think it all came about through you."
She proffered a letter and Delmar
perused it There was true sympa
they and interest in his eyes as he did
so. The formal missive announced
that the conservatory of vocal cul
ture where Elsa Vane had been a stu
dent for years had graduated her
with full honors and that a promi
nent choral society offered her a lu
crative position in its ranks.
"Just think of it to be earning
money!" jubilated Elsa in childish
delight "And to think that I may
make you and your dear sister proud
of me! You know, before she mar
ried and went away with her hus
band, the consul to Australia, she ar
ranged for my tuition a year ahead,
and soon I can pay her back."
"Why you see" half stammered
Delmar, "she won't expect that," for
it was his personal act to which Elsa
referred, but he felt he must never
let her know it. A warm imp'ulse
influenced him to speak out his heart
of love to this tender, captivating
creature. Then a grim shadow inter
vened he was a ruined man!
Yes, he had staked all on a daz
zling but hollow investment and had
lost all, or practically alL That very
morning he had paid up his last debt.
There was a clean slate, but With less
"Yes, Mr. Smith, We Are All Ready
than a thousand dollars to his
"I wrote to aunt and uncle today
in the little town where they live, out
west," prattled on Elsa. '.'I told them
of my hopes and prospects. Oh!
wouldn't it be grand if I could earn
enough to clear off the debt on the
old homestead, where they struggled
and labored to bring me up," and
then a lady acquaintance came along
and Elsa gave Delmar another grate
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