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The nlace had ho hoteL but Wal
lace wis alfie to secure board and
lodging at a farmhduse. . There was
compensation for .his: rather disap
pointed Ideas of the evening previous
as he viewed the general, ensemble
the next morning. The air was brac
ing, the sleepy aspect of the village
suggested rest and peace. He came
across a grizzled'old .man mending a
fence. ' '
"Pretty little town you have .here,"
remarked Wallace. . '
"Mod'rit; so," -responded the old
mail., "Stranger?"
"Why, yes. I've come to -spend a
vacation."-
"You'll find it dull, unless you like
fishing. Game all gone long ago."
"Rather a peculiar, name "you give
your town," intimated Wallace.
"I gave it," arfhounced the old
proudly. r
"Indeed! Suggested bv.spmero
mande;of your life.J imply!'' observed
Wallace, feeling that he had fpund a
kindrpd souL - . ,' '
"Me har! har! Oh, no! You see,
my name is Love Joseph libve."
"Oh, I see!" and Wallace, stroked
his ciin reflectivelymnd felbfthat sen
timent was at a low ebb in iiovedale.
The inhabitants of Lovedale did
not interest him. They were too busy
to get acquainted with' strangers.
There was a touch of romanticism in
his woodland wanderings, however,
that fed his idealistic fancy. This
was the discovery of a .gypsy band,
whos,e nomadic life he found .of in
terest and worthy of study,yand his
chivalry .and compassion were exer
cised in behalf of a wrinkled bid Bo
many dame Who had been arrested
for drunkenness. Wallace pd her
fine and" sent her away gratef uL
That gratitude found expression,
Wallace had taken a long stroll quite
a. distance from Lovedale It was
dusk the following :eyening" and he
was wearied and footsore as he came
within sight of the little town again.
He was not aware of it, but the.vil
lage had been stirred to its .depths
ince his departures A little child, a
miss ef 4, had disappeared.' Search'
all around the district had failed to
reveal, a' trace of her-whereabouts;
The gypsy band that had been camp
ing in the vicinity was suspected and
followed, but the missing child was
not found in their keeping. i
"Stop I must speak to you!" ud-
denlyxhalted Wallace, pursuing ar
woodland pa.h. " t
The- speaker was the old Romany
dame whose part he ha,d so- kindly
taken. Her face was bruised, there
was the taint of liquor on her breath
but her voice ws steady and full fff
meaning. '
"In trouble again mother?" in
quired Wallace kindly.
"Yes, that sot. of a husband of mine
has beaten me as usual. Listen, you
man-was good to me. I do not forget.
You shall have a reward."
, N'For.what?" Inquired Wallace.
"A child was stolen from the town
yesterday. They offer a hundred dol
lars reward, for finding her. YdU'
sjiall have the reward. It was my
husband who stole her. He has been
hiding in an old hut In the woods
The: child is there. He is lying stupid
with drink Cornel"- , .- I
She soon made Wallace, under
stand the situation. Inside' of an hour
he was headed villageward, a terri
fied, weeping child In his arms. His.
kindly care, however, and a sight of
the nearing lights of the town grad
ually lesslned her distractien.
"What is your name, little on?
he asked.
"Luella." . " , ,
The name thrilled him. That yfm
the .name of . his old-time. love. Efe
had never forgotten herT i '
"And you know where you live
you oan show me?"
"Oh, yes!" declared the little-one
brightly. "Jlammawill be so glad!
I am all she has. Papa is dead," and
she prattled on until they neared a
little cottage A group was gathered
at its gate, .visitors to he desolated
home. A scream rang out as Wallace
