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( "But why need you leavo mot It
la almost morning now. Sco It la
'nearly half past thrco."
"I MUST leavo you, Lorna."
"Whcio aro you going?"
"I am going to innko ono more ef
fort to recover tho lost jowels," ho re
"Oil, If you only could! And yet
I don't much caro now. I havo been
nil my life a jewel worshiper. It la a
mania, and it is horrible ! I havo sat
In that black room by tho hour, all
'nlone, gloating, gloating, gloating, un
til every fiber in mo burned and glow
ed just like tho stones I worshiped.
Z3ut all that is past now, thank God!
Oh, thank God for it!"
Moreaux picked up his hat.
' Lorna sprang from the couch and
.went hastily to him, resting her hands
I upon his shoulders, and with her
beautiful faco dangerously near to
his; and ho pushed her away from
him, almost roughly.
"Birge," she said quietly, but with
conviction, "next to Jerry and papa,
'I love you more than anybody In the
A moment later that Birge Moreaux
' was again in tho street.
The Third Key.
His errand, then, took him to that
part of tho city which Is known as
'Greenwich village to a houso in
Charles street, which must be num
He opened the outer door with an
old-fashioned brass latch-key that ho
had taken from the pocket of the
Bleeping Sindahr In the room over tho
saloon down at Crewe's.
' Ho had for a long time had tho im
pression in wax of the flat key that
went with it tho third of tho thieo
keys that Christy secured for him.
(The procurement of that impression
long ago had been a mere matter of
expediency, when the opportunity had
officered itself to secure It.
Inside tho house it was then near
ly four in tho morning be ascended
to tho top floor and halted before a
door which was securely fastened
with a Yale lock; but tho third key
fl.ted it perfectly, and ho passed in
Eido the room.
Every characteristic of tho Juggler
was vlslblo there: implements and
.various paraphernalia of his trade,
Oriental ornaments and curios, odd
Weapons, and a medley of articles
that were entirely foreign to Moreaux.
He paid little heed to any of them
beyond a mere glance; but his eyes
roved rapidly from placo to place,
seeking the most likely receptacle for
the stolen jewels, for sinco his talk
with Lorna and her statement that
the man to whom she had given tho
package was an entire stranger.whose
description sho could not even recall,
Moreaux had not a doubt of his
More than likely the Count Sucinl
was the only man present at that re
ception whose face at least she did
Nevertheless tho search was not a
Sindahr was crafty and shrewd.
Where would a man who was both
crafty and shrewd be most likely to
conceal such small articles as the lav
all ere, the tiara, the bandeau, and the
We need not describe the search
more than to say that within a short
time the. interior of that room was In
a state of utter confusion, for as he
searched various articles he bustled
each one into the middle of the floor
lest be waste moments in searching
them a second time.
A leather case, containing an E-flat
cornet, remained when it seemed to
Moreaux that he had examined every
thing else that was there; and well,
be found what he sought, tightly
wedged in tho bell of the cornet, and
covered by th.e soft cloth which was
kept for polishing the Instrument.
DJd lie take those jewels away with
him?, ijloi, a bit of it. He had mado
a promise to two certain men of his
acquaintance, and Moreaux believed
In keeping his word.
He replaced them in the bell of tho
born and returned that to its case.
Then, leaving the room still in dlnor
'3er, he left the house, hurried to the
'elevated station at Eighth street, and
'traveled as quickly as possible to
"I wish to see Captain Muchmore
and Detective Bunting as soon as pos
sible," he told the man in charge of
'the desk at the bureau. "If you can
communicate with either of them by
telephone or otherwise"
"Muchmore is asleep on tho couch
In tho Bklpper's room right' now," the
lieutenant at the desk Interrupted
I him. "You are Mr. Moreaux, I be
'lieve?" , yeB,'
"It wob lato when Muchraoro got
In, and he had to be here early In the
morning, bo ho took a shakedown in
iithore. Also, he Bald that yon might
A. Munsey Company
possibly telephone to him that you
uggosted that you would."
Moreaux was already moving to
ward tho door of tho Inspector's prl
vato office. "Thank you," ho said ovor
bis shoulder and passed instdo.
"Hero aro two keys, Muchmore,"
bo said when the captain was aroused
"Tho brass ono fits tho door of num
ber Charles street. Tho flat ono
unlocks tho door nearest to tho top of
tho second flight of stairs. Insido of
that room, in a corner near tho win
dow, is a leather caso containing an
E-flat cornet, and in tho bell of that
horn you will find tho missing jewels.
You had better send for Bunting, and
go there without delay."
"Good gracious, Mr. Moreauxl
How In tho world"
"Wait, please. I havo not flfclshed
and never mind how."
"Very well, sir. But 111 take off
my hat to you if this Is correct."
"It Is correct, as you will discover.
Now listen! When you havo recov
ered tho jewels make a list of them
and bring them here. Then at eleven
o'clock, or shortly nfter before
twelve, certainly go to Crewe's. If
Crewo Is not there but ha probably
will be ask for Christy for tho key
to the room over tho saloon, where
Sindahr la now, and will bo then,
"Wait a moment. Thero is ono
moro thing. I do not want Sindahr
arrested and prosecuted, but I do want
him to be sent out of the city, and
out of the country; also, I want you
and Bunting to get the credit for this
affair, as I promised."
"But that is not"
"Yes, it Is. Pardon me. If you
will go personally to tho commission
er and prefer the request that I have
made, I feel sure that he will grant
It. But I want you to frighten the life
out of Sindahr, so that when he la
sent away he will never attempt to re
turn to this country. Can you do
"Can I? Say, you watch my
smoke. Say, what about Crewo in
"Thl3 about Crewe, Captain Much
more. Without his aia wo might
never have recovered the lost jewels.
I will say that much and no more in
regard to his connection with the af
fair. But you know that it is a prin
ciple of his not to permit an arrest to
be made in his place, and if he has
seen fit to betray ono thief to us wo
must stand to the agreement I mado
with him In regard to that thief; nor
is it to bo assumed that ho will be
tray others in tho same ready manner.
I happen to know that he is as anx
ious to rid the community of Sindahr
as as we are."
"And the jewels? What is to be
done with them finally?"
"After you have shown them to
your chief, and to tho commissioner,
tako them to Mr. Richard Delorme,
and tell him how and where they were
found. My name need not be men
tionednor Crewe's. You under
stand?" "Perfectly, Mr. Moreaux."
Moreaux returned for Lorna at
eight o'clock, took her to breakfast,
and then to the train for Buffalo, for
he had telegraphed to Fitzgerald Bev
erly as soon as he left police head
quarters. "Lorna," he said to her when they
were about to part, "you need confess
to nobody but your husband. Your
father need never know, and it Is bet
ter that he should not. The man to
whom you gave the package to mall
was a professional thief who was sent
to your wedding reception for a spe
"Besides being a thief, he is also a
plelght-of-hand performer a Juggler.
He gives lessons in the art. Jerry Bev
erly, your husband, has been one of
hin pupils; his friend Ross MacGreg
j;or has been another. They havo
studied it, apparently, merely for tho
pleasure it could afford them in en
tertaining their friends.
"Young men are fond of doing such
things. But, nevertheless, for a time,
I was not sure that either Jerry or
young MacGreggor might not be Jewel
worshipers, too and I was not en
tirely sure that you were."
"Never again, Mr. Moreaux," Bho
replied with a shy smile. "Oh, how
can I thank you?"
"By being the happiest little wife
In the world, and by making Jerry tho
happiest of husbands," was the quick
reply. And then the train began to
Crewe was behind his bar, at 11:45
that forenoon, when Muchmore and
Bunting entered tho place in South
"I will go upstairs with you," ho
announced when told of their errand;
and ho led tho way, in fact.
Sindahr was still asleep, but n few
hearty shakes nroused him, and ho
sat up, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
Muchmore held out his hands, con
taining the recovered Jewels, and tho
miracle worker's eyoa dilated with
Ho began Instantly an attempt to
explain how ho camo by them, but
Crowe stopped him.
"You aro not to bo arrested and Im
prisoned, Sindahr," ho said coldly.
"You aro to bo Bent out of tho coun
try, never to return, bo you need not
try to Ho out of It. Thero la no occa
sion for that. Thero la a ship that
starts for Italy this afternoon. From
Genoa you can get a P. and O. steam
er for Bombay. If you over show up
in thla country again you will bo
locked up la It, tako It from mo."
That ia all.
Tho records show that Baxter and
Marline wero both dismissed from tho
force, but whether bec.au80 of tho spe
cific acts In association with Bobcat
Rlckett, or because of an accumula
tion of misdeeds of liko character, and
worse, cannot bo said.
Lato that same evening Birge
Moreaux called upon Mr. Richard Do
lormo at his home, and was properly
amazed to hear that tho lost Jewels
bad been returned, and just hdw, and
when, and where, they whero recov
ered; and the old gentleman conclud
ed his tale by saying:
"I telegraphed tho good news to
Lorna, at once. And say, Birge, tho
remarkable thing about It all is that
tho cameo brooch was with them.
Lorna will be delighted."
Whisky has caused many a man to
go to work in order to get the price.
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7 minim iiiiiiHiiimii
By EVELYN GILL KLAHR.
Copyright, The Frank A. Munsey Co.
Mr. Johnson Bennett nodded to him
self most hearty approval of the
young man who had just left his of
fice. He had seen to it personally that
young Chapwell bo promoted from
kitchen utensils in the basement of
the Johnson Bennett department store
to be floor-walker of ladies' suits on
He knew, too, that young Chapwell
wouldn't linger long there linger long
anywhere, for that matter on his
persistent upward climb. It wouldn't
be long before he was buyer; nor
would he stoi there, either.
Young, Chapwell, too, was confident
of all this, and more, as he walked
home that evening to his boat ding
house. But that did not in the least Inter
fere with the fact that his present
promotion was very good news news
that couldn't be carried in a heart
without making it swell somewhat.
But what Is the use of good news
unless there is some one to whom to
That's what young Chapwell
thought. So he started out early next
morning, that he might stop and tell
Kittles about it.
Kittles, of course, was already in
bis little antiques shop.
He was giving the place its morning
sweep when young Chapwell arrived,
brushing up a little of the flour dust
fiom under carved tables and from
between mahogany chair-legs.
"You don't tell me!" Kittles ex
claimed, smiling his wrinkly, neigh
borly smile at young Chapwell's news,
for Kittles had brought to New York
exactly the same neighborly heart
that years ago, back home, had been
so concerned about old lady Cooper's
hick cow or Nathan Picken's new
"You don't tell me! Why it don't
seem more than a jiffy ago since you
was an independent, uppish little
chap, Just startin' in bein' a cash-boy!
You're like Ira Briggs, back home.
He started out sweepin' up in Al Has
tings's feed and grain store. That was
fifteen years ago. Now he's got a
third interest in the store. Where're
jou goin' to stop?"
He beamed affectionately on the
youth and then added: "Bet you'll go
and get married now."
Young Chapwell . regarded Kittles
with candid, boyish eyes.
"No, I'm not going to get mar
ried," he gravely assured Kittles.
"YeB, you will," old Kittles insist
ed. "And I tell you what: you come
to me when you set up housekeepin'.
There's a lot of good things I've k'ep'
out of sight, savin' 'em for my' neigh
bors. Neighbors come first." '
Young Chapwell moved toward tho
door. "But I'm not," he protested.
Kittles laughed scotungly. "Don't
you tell me," he said.
Young Chapwell looked very grave
as he walked down the street.
As a matter of fact, he always in
tended to marry when he reached that
particular salary, and here was the
salary and yet no girl.
But it was no use.
And, fortunately, that first morning
in the new depaitment he had no time
to brood over It, for a special reduc
tion sale of fall suits was advertised.
Young Chapwell was too busy get
ting the stock arranged and the sale
started to give oven a word of instruc
tion to Number Forty-One, Miss Ever
man, the ealoalady starting new that
Miss Murdock, the head saleslady,
had, however, reassured him on that
scoie, nnd had promised to have an eye
to the new ono herself.
The morning was half ovor before
he really saw Forty-One, and then
he caught sight of her standing with
Murdock over by tho glass-case whero
tho high-priced suits were kept. I
And oh, what a girl!
Sweeter and younger and doaror
than ever ho had dared to hopo! Tho
dressiest and most eolffured ladles on
tho floor became- nonentities bcsldo
her in her plain little dark blue sergo
with its whlto collar.
But tho morning wasn't offering him
leisure to marvel at hla miracle. In
deed, that very moment thero entered
a stout, peremptory matron with threo
snobbish-looking misses in her charge.
"Forty-one!" ho called.
Sho looked at him but mado no
move. Apparently sho had forgotten
her number. Poor Httlo thing! Sho
didn't belong In a placo llko this, any
how. Ho motioned for her. Her eyes
opened a little wider, but still she did
not come. Ho motioned again, and
this timo sho came, a deep flush
mounting to her cheeks and a queer,
Httlo one-sided smile on her lips.
"Did you want me?" sho asked.
"This lady will show you what you
want, madam. Tho special sample
suits? Right over there."
A few minutes later he mado a point
of passing that way again to sco how
she was making out, and was tenderly
amused to hear how bravely she was
rocommendlng tho garments in Miss
Murdock's own special manner.
"That fits you lovely. Perfectly
lovely, lady. Believe me, madam, I'd
nover want you to take it if it didn't.
Presently Mlsi Murdock, a blue
Telvet costume thrown over her arm,
camo back to tho glasB-case of the ex
pensive suits, gavs a bewildered
glance round, caught sight of Forty
Ono with her customers, gasped, and
said young Chapwell heard her dis
tinctly "Oh, my glory!"
It Irritated him exceedingly to aeo
How she stood and atared at Forty
One. The girl waa doing splendidly,
young Chapwell told himself. And
supposo sho didn't make a Bale?
What of it? Murdock needn't think
she could get naggy about it. She'd
better be careful.
When the peremptory matron and
the three snobbish misses left without
buying he managed to be near to give
her a friendly smile. She was stand
ing and looking a little dejectedly at
the array of suits scattered over
"That's all right," he assured her
kindly. "Hang 'em up and get ready
for the next one. Better luck next
A few seconds later, from another
part of the floor, he glared at the rear
view of Miss Murdock as ho saw her
Join Forty-One and talk long and ex
citedly with her.
"She'd better let her alone," be
muttered to himself.
Then he saw Miss Murdock begin
to explain to her about chargo ac
counts and credit slips, and felt eas
ier. But when shortly after, that head
saleslady motioned to him that the
stout matron who had gone out with
out purchasing had been one of her
best customers, and other seasons had
often bought as many as four suits in
one afternoon, why then he couldn't
even trust himself to reply.
It was surprising how many oppor
tunities the day offered for talking
First of all, he discovered on a chair
over by the glass-case of the expen
sive suits a soft little velvet hat and
a blue serge coat In a heap, and he
knew In a thrilled instant where they
"Forty-One," he called sternly.
And when she came he pointed a
reproachful finger at the heap, but In
spite of himself he couldn't keep his
eyes stern; they kept laughing In ten
der amusement at her.
Forty-One flushed adorably and
picked up the coat and hat.
"Never, in all my experience in this
store " he began, genuinely trying
to be stern.
"I don't know where to put them,"
"You certainly must have been
told," he chided her. "Take them to
MIbs Murdock and she will show you."
And as he walked on his eyes still
refused to fill In line with his dignity.
Again Bhe came to him to say that
the $18.75 suits were going pretty fast
and Miss Murdock wanted to know
were there any more in stock.
"No," he told her, a little dizzy over
the joy of talking to her again. "I
telephoned not five minutes ago."
'But people will keep, asking for
theni," she protested. "Couldn't we
couldn't .we .reduce some of the fifteen-dollar
suits to eighteen seventy
file?" ' '
Not until she laughed did it strike
him funny. "You've got a lot to
learn," he said.
Then they both looked each other
full in the face and laughed and
laughed silently, of course, but with
convulsive shoulders, until young
Chapwell felt that never before in his
life had he been bo deliciously and in
timately well acqualntea with any
But In thinking it over aftenvard
he didn't feel very euro why they had
laughed, because It really wasn't very
funny, after all; Just ?1G suits reduced
She had always something to tell
him whenever he camo near.
She had almoBt lost her life in try
ing to keep a red-haired lady from
buying a mulbeny suit; and didn't
ho think bhe ought to discourage the
middle-aged, Btout ones from buying
the very tight skirts?
And when they looked rather poor
itsh, ought sho to let them buy the
draped skirts that weto sure to go out
bcloio another beabon?
" And weren't they having a good day
of it? Ho could scarcely trust himself
to answer that.
Their relations had traveled so
amazingly for this day, with only
glances nnd smiles and a baro handful
of words for mile-stones, that ho was
awed with the wonder of it and, con
Bequently, more and moro concerned
over her whlto tlicdncss.
"She's not used to it," ho thought
"Poor Httlo kid! And Just as soon as
I decently can "
Ho found that ho wasn't tho only
one that kept watching her.
During the day ho saw tho sales
women In little groups staring at her,
and was annoyed with tho curiosity or
jealousy, or whatever it was, that
Ho found himself under observa
tion, too; and moro than often met
stares that were curious and amused.
For himself, he didn't mind ho
had encountered a little of that every
time ho had gone to a now depart
ment but he was indignant for Forty
Tho woist tiling of all happened
right after lunch. He had felt, rather
than seen, a new epidemic of excite
ment suddenly spiead over the de
partment, and his eye, searching tho
cause, had found Mr. Bennett him
self, standing there on tho floor, star
ing, staring, staring at Forty-One.
Whether the girl was aware of It or
not couldn't be told, for sho went
right on showing twelve dollar suits
to an undecided, shabby, middle-aged
Young Chapwell walked away with
an angry scowl.
Bennett hlmselfl Bennett, Ben
nett, who owned the whole place! He
didn't pretend to understand, but ho
didn't like it.
Ho wished he could take her away
that very evening but he supposed
people had to know each other a few
days -before that sort of thing.
Ho begrudged even those few days.
Then when closing tlmo came she
sought him out to say "Good-by"; nnd
that, he knew, must be quaintly and
dearly llko her.
"Good-by," ho said; and hoped she
knew how much moro than "Good
by" he waa really Baying.
She took a deep breath and smiled
up to him. "Good-by! Haven't we had
a glorious day?"
Then she was gone, but ho knew
that she did know.
And all tho way home he was weav
ing vivid, wonderful dreams that be
came more real every minute.
So he stopped in at Kittles's dusty,
cluttered store, this time not because
Kittles was a good neighbor-soul, but
now because the dusty contents of the
store held for him a new and mys
teriousthey were the things that
helped make a home.
Kittles shook a coquettish finger as
he noted Chapwell's new Interest.
"Aha! You ARE goln' to get mar
ried, ain't you?"
"Yes, I am," young Chapwell re
plied with his usual frankness.
"Well, well, well," Kittles mused.
Then with a sudden air of mystery
he went to the back of the store and
presently appeared with a pink-banded,
gold-edged tea-set which he im
pressively displayed on the counter.
"Jinks! That's some class!" Chap
well breathed with admiration.
"I've been savin' that for a bridal
couple," Wittles confided, "and I'll
make you a weddin' present of that
for ten dollars."
If young Chapwell didn't reply at
once it was because ho was caught
with a vision of her ecstasy over
them. Dear Httlo kid! Guess she'd
open her eyes some at a tea-set like
Kittles misinterpreted his silence.
"No, sir! I am going to make it
eight," he corrected himself. "That's
how big a fool I am over bridal
Besides the tea-set, young Chapwell
bought her a work-box and a tea-kettle
and a gilt frame mirror.
It was not unitl he was about to
leave that he saw the little mahogany
rocker, which Kittles assured him was
the best veneered rocker m the place.
It wasn't the veneering or the finish
that caught young Chapwell's fancy,
but rather a picture In his mind of
that chair, by a window, and an eager
girl waiting, watching for HIM!
With the exception of sixty-five
cents in small change, young Chapwell
had already emptied his pockets, but
Kittles promised on his honor and
under no' circumstances whatsoever
to sell It to any one else.
"Give my best to your missus," Kit
tles called facetiously as young Chap
'Thank you," young Chapwell re
He could scarcely wait to get back
to the store next morning to see her.
Arrived there, he eagerly sought the
face of each entering saleslady. She
was late. Very late. Even by eight
thirty she had not come.
He went to Miss Murdock.
Whero is MIbs Everman?" he de
manded. MibB Murdock grinned in evident
enjoyment and pointed to the tall
blonde with the unpleasant, bold eye.
"I mean Forty-one," he corrected.
"But whero is " He stopped,
"That young lady you was calling
Forty-One" with what glee Bho
rubbed it in! "yesterday happened to
he MIbs Minerva Bonnett, and she was
selecting a hundred-dollar velvet cos
tume fiom hor father's store, though
bhe most generally has all her gowns
made in Paris, as wns that very dies
she had on yesterday. And her father
gavo her a third interest In tho stortf
on her eighteenth birthday, and bo
sldcs when her mother died sho got a
fortuno which sho couldn't spend It
sho was to tako all hor timo to It."
Ho remembored how ho had pic
tured her ecstasy over tho tea-set
she, who could havo bought out rat
tles with a Httlo of her looso changol
"She'll think she's dreaming fairy,
stories!" ho quoted himself bitterly.'
None of these excuses did ho make
even in his own heart.
With a dull apathy ho remembered
tho gilt mirror and tho work-box and
Ho remembered, too, tho veneered
mahogany rocker at Kittlca's tho ono
that wa3 to havo stood by tho window.
That night after supper ho walked
wearily around to Kittles's to tell him
not to savo tho rocker.
So immersed was ho in his heart
achy gloom that ho didn't hear hla
landlady from her doorway call, "HI,
Nor, of course, her subsequent as
surance to the slim young girl in dark
bluo who stood on hor door-step,
"Hurry on, miss! You'll catch him
But it was not easy to catch him,
though the girl In dark blue hurried
and hurried and hurried.
Now and then, when the passers-by
were not noticing too much, she took
little running Btcps, but even then she
did not overtake him until he had
actually turned In Kittles's door.
She slipped in the door, too, and
stood within, leaning against it, too
breathless for the moment to speak.
"I thought I'd never catch up," sh
gasped, her boyish eyes smiling Into
Speechless, he stared back at her.
She went on. '
"I wanted to apologize for yeater
day that trick I played but I
couldn't do it in the store In front ot
every one. Could 1? So I got your
address from the manager, but when
I got thero you'd Just left, and you
wouldn't turn once to look back, or
slow down, or anything. I thought
I'd never catch up!"
Then Kittles, displaying chairs to a
woman customer in the rear of tho
store, turned and saw them.
"Blest If there ho ain't now!" he
exclaimed in delighted surprise.
He left his customer nnd camo for
ward, nodded with businesslike po
liteness to the girl, and then spoke
confidentially to young Chapwell.
"Now, look here," ho said, "you
know that chair you're going to buy
for your young lady? WeU, I got a
customer back here that wants It bad.
Wouldn't care to givo it up, would
"She can have It."
Kittles's face dropped with disap
pointment. "But I told her Bhe couldn't!"
"She can have it," young Chapwell
repeated. "I've decided not to get it"
"But I want you to have It," Kit
tles persisted. "Even if you ain't got
the money now, it's all right."
"No " younjr Chapwell began to
object, but Kittles wouldn't let him
do it. He returned back to his wom
"I'm goin' to hold it for you," bo
warned young Chapwell.
The young girl drew a bit nearer to
the dusty onyx tablo and to young
Chapwell, a little of the gay daring
and the brightness gone now from her
"I wish you'd let me buy it for
her," she begged.
"Don't!" he stopped her sharply.
The girl's mouth drooped with her
"I know," she bald, "that you're
awfully put out about yesterday, and
I'd like the chair to be a peace offer
ing and a a sort of thank you for the
awfully nice time I had yesterday."
She looked at him anxiously. "You
ARE cross, aren't you?" sho said.
He shook his bead. No, he wasn't
He would have answered if he could".
"Of course, I shouldn't have done
that yesterday," she admitted. "But
it WAS fun, selling things, and I've
always wanted to. I think It's in my
blood. You Bee," she explained sim
ply, her boyishly frank eyes unon him
until they gave back to him for the
moment the strange illusion that she
was again Forty-One, some ono ofl
wnom no mignt take care and make, I
nappy witn pink and gold tea-sets andi
"You see," she waa continuing
"when my father met my mother, she
was clerk in a dry-goods store and ho
was in a grocery. I was born above
a little five and ten, the first store my
miner uwneu. adu we u never in tnlayj
world be where we are now If moth-J
cr's brother hadn't died In Alaska anil..
left us some gold that and father1.
nerve and luck.
"And 'wnitin' on trade' Is In my
blood Just as some folks havo rheu
matism and others natural piety. Andi
Paris and check-books can't take it
out, either. I'm more Forty-Ono tharu
you'd think. And there are heaph or
tilings rve always wanted to do"
she drew little circles on the dusty-
onyx as it to Indicate tho heaph
"and I couldn't do them. 1 don't know
just why, except that 1 couldn't.
'No one expected mo to, because
I'm an heiress-porson. And then yes
terday when you called me it sudden
ly seemed as if there was one thlntf"
I wanted to do that I could do. ou. j
mado it posslblo for mo to do it. Ami.
wo did have a good time, didn't we?""
lie didn't answor.
"Didn't we?" sho persisted.
"Yes," he maneged to Ket out.
"So that's why I want to give joul
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