writer, which I have not dared to use
since you came."
"I don't own the house," said Hu
bert slowly. "I am an intruder, too."
She put her hand to her heart.
"You gave me such a fright," she
said. "I have had to creep out at
night to get water, and well, it was
just obstinacy that made me stick.
Who are you?"
"I am Hubert Lee."
"The painter? I am Margaret
Lyons. You may have heard of my
book, 'The Redeemer.' And you had
no more right here than I?" Why, it
makes me hate you!"
"Come down and let us talk it
oyer," said Hubert.
'The girl consented, and afterward
they had a talk to their hearts' con
tent. Each was a great admirer of
the other's work. And each admired
the other even more. And when Hu
bert left reluctantly for town that
night it was with the understanding
that he was to return to paint her.
Wliich led to understandings, with
the result of wedding bells before the
hollyhocks had withered.
WHAT HAS BECOME
THE COP WHO WAS
.ALWAYS A pound whenJ
WORKS TO CLEAR SUICIDE
HUSBAND IN GIRL'S DEATH
MRS BERNARD W. LEWIS.
Mrs. Lewis, is wife of the Pitts
burgh millionaire who killed himself
in an Atlantic City hotel following
the death of Grace Roberts, Philadel
phia model Although separated" a
year from him, Mrs. Lewis is work
ing with his family for exoneration
Lof her dead husband.
Wife I dreamed last night thajt I
was in heaven.
Husband Did yon see me there?
Wife I did then I knew I was
dreaming. Town Topics.
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