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EOEi I THE REAL ADVENTURE I I By HENRY KITCHELL WEBSTER I Copyright 191G, Bobbs-Merrill Co. I Money buck without question If HUNT'S CL'ltK fniln In the treatment of ITCH, ECZEMA, RINQ WORU.TETTEK or other Itehlntr (kin dleeaiea. Price 10c at druirciita, or direct from LMIehirfi Miiklni jnerma,in. DAISY FIYKHIFR Placed nnywhera, UAiai ril rvin.ca nttrnot,nnd kill. all files. n.i, cun, ornoaiooUl, cgnvtnUnL thotp. Lull all itoft Md ( nuUl, nn'ttpill or tip ororlwlll not ootl er Injur. nilhUr. Oatr- ntood eftetilto. Sold dolor,, or t font r oi proi, prtpttd for $1,99 HAROLD UMIH, 110 DI KALB AVI.. BROOKLYN, N. T. AFTER A VERY SERIOUS TALK WITH HER SISTER PORTIA, WHO HAS SACRIFICED MUCH, ROSE ALDRICH COMES TO THE CONCLUSION THAT MARRIAGE CALLS V rX FOR MORE THAN SHE HAS GIVEN IT Roso Stnnton, student nt the University of Chicago, Is put off u street car In the rnln nfter an nrgumcnt with the conductor. She is accosted by a young man who offers hulp and escorts her home. About two months Inter, the young man, Rodney Aldrlch, well-to-do lawyer, marries Rose and this obscure girl Is thrown into Chicago's most exclusive social set. She is surrounded by luxury, but becomes dissatisfied with ease. She tries to help her husband, but lie laughs good naturedly at her efforts. Rodney's married slstdr, Freder ica Whitney, and Roso are chummy. CHAPTER VIM Continued. He saw her when she reached tho lower landing, and catno to meet her. "Ohl" he said. "I thought you wcro Kolng to bo off somewhere with Fred erica this afternoon. It's been a .rent day. I hope you haven't spent the whole of it indoors. You're looking Kreat, anyway. Como hero and glvo me a kiss." Sho hesitated, a little perplexed. Did lie mean not to tell her to 'spare" her, as he'd have said? '.Che kiss she gavo him hud n different quality from those thnt ordinarily con Mtttulcd her greetings, and tho arms that went round his neck didn't glvo Mm their customary hug. liut they ntayed there. "You poor, dear old boyl" sho said, and then, "Don't you care, Roddy I" He returned tho caress with Inter est, before he seemed to realize tho different significance of it. Then ho pushed her awuy by tho shoulders, and held her whero ho could look into her fuce. "What do you mean," ho asked, "Don't caro about what?" It didn't seem like bravado lllco an acted out pretense, and yet, of course, it must be. "Don't," sho said. "Because I know. I'vo 'known nil day. I read it iu the paper this morning." From puzzled concern tho look In his faco too': on a deeper Intensity. "Tell mo what it is," ho said very quietly. "I don't know. I didn't read tho paper this morning. Is it Harri ot?" Harriet was his other sister married, and not very happily, It was beginning to appear, to an Italian couut. A revolution a sort of sick mls slving took tho color out of Itoso's checks. "It isn't anyone," sho said. "It's nothing llko that. It's-r-it's that caso." Her lips stumbled over tho title of it "It's been decided against you. Didn't you know?" For a moment his expression wns simply tho nbsenco of all expression whatovcr. "Rut how tho dickens did you know anything about it? How Aid you happen to sco it In tho paper? How did you know tho tltlo of it?" "I was in tho court tho day you trgucd It," sho said unovcnly. "And "What Do You Mean7" Ho Asked. trhen I found they printed those things la tho paper, I kept watch. And to day . . ." "Why, you dear child I" ho said. And ttie queer, ragged quality of his volco drew her eyes buck to his, so tlnO; aho saw, wondorlngly, that they wore bright with tears. "And you nover jfeid a word, and you'vo, been bother ing your dear llttlo head about It all the tlmo. Why, you darling I" Ho sat down en tho edgo of tb ,ablo, and pulled hor up tight into jkla arms again. Sho was glad to put ker head down didn't want to look At his faco; sho know that thcro was la amllo thcro along wltli the tears. "And you thought I was worrying Sbout It," ho persisted, "and that I'd e unhappy because I was beaten?" Ho putted her shoulder consolingly frith a big hand. "Rut that's all In Abe iiay' work, child. I'm beaten somewhere near as often as I win. A man couldn't he any good as a law yer, If he did care, any more than a surgeon could be uny good, If he did. You've got to keep u cold mind or you can't do your best work. And if you've done your best work, there's nothing to caro about. I honestly haven't thought about the thing once from that day to this. Don't' you see how it is?" Bhe couldn't see how It was, that was plain enough. What ho very rea sonably expected wus that after so lucid an explanation, sho would turn her wet face up to ills, with her old wido smile on it. But thnt was not what happened at all. Insteud, she ust went limp In his arms, and the sobs that shook her seemed, to bo meeting no rcslstunco whatever. At last sho controlled, rather sudden ly, her sobs, sut up, wiped her eyes, and, after a fashion, smiled. Not at him, though; resolutely away from him, ho might almost huvo thought as if sho didn't want him to see. "That's right," ho said, craning round to make sure that tho smile was there. "Have a look- at tho funny side of it." Sho winced at that as from a blow and pulled herself awuy from him. Then sho controlled herself and, in anmver to his look of troubled amaze ment, sn'd: "It's all right Only it happens that you're tho ono who d-doesu't know how awfully funny it really Is." Her voice shook, but she got it in hand again. "No, I don't mean anything by thnt. Hero I Glvo mo u kiss and then let mo wash my face." And for tho whole evening, and again next morning until ho left tho house, sho mnnuged to keep hlrn In tho only half-questioning belief that noth lng was tho mutter. It was about an hour after that, that her maid cumo Into her bedroom, whero sho had hud her breakfast, and suld that Miss Stanton wuuted to see her. CHAPTER IX. The Damascus Road. It argued no reul lack of sisterly affection that Rose dldu't want to see I'ortln that morning'. Even if there had been no other rcuson, being found In bed at half-past ten In the morning by a sister who iullcxlbly opened her littio shop at half-past eight, regard less of had weather, backaches, und other potentially valid excuses, was enough to make ono feel apologetic and worthless. Roso could truthfully Bay that sho was feeling wretched, Rut Portia would stt there, slim und erect, In n llttlo straight-bucked chair, und whatever perfunctory commlsera- tlon she might munago to express, tho look of her lino eyebrows would be skeptical. Rut Rose's shrinking from a talk with Portia that morning wus a mild feeling compared with Portia's dread of tho lmpundlng talk with Rose. xwico sno nan wniueu by tno pcr foct doorway of tho McCrca house be fore sho entered it, because sho shrunk from tho ordeal that awaited hor iu there. They had been seeing each other with reasonable frequency nil winter, The Aldrlehos hud Portia and her mother In. to a family dinner pretty often, and always came out to Edge water for u ono-o'clock dinner with tho Ptuntons on Sunday. Mrs. Stanton hud taken u great Ilk lng to Rodney. His manner toward her had Just tho blend of doferenco and breezy unconventlonallty that pleased her. Ho nhowed nn unending interest in Uio Woman Movement nover tired of drawing from ids mother-in-law tho story of her labors and tho exposition of her beliefs. Some times ho urgued with her playfully In order to got her started. Kfioro often und so far as Portia could see, qulto seriously, ho professed himself In full accord with her vlows. Tho reason why theso family parties wcro at an end was what Portia camo to tell Roso this morning. Sho hoped she'd bo ahlo to tell it gently. Roso greeted hor with a "nello, angel I Why didn't you como right up? Isn't it disgraceful to ho lying around In bed llko tills in tlo mlddlo of tho mornlngr "I don't know," suld Portia. "Might ns well stay in bed, If you'vo nothing to do when you got up." Sho meant It to sound good-humored, but wus ufrald It didn't "Anyhow," sho add' after u strulght look Into Rose's face, "you look, this morning, as if bed was Just where you ought to be. What's the matter with you, child?" "Nothing," said Rose, " nothing that you'd call anything, at nny rate." Portia smiled Ironically. "I'm still tho samo old dragon, then," she said. And then "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that, either. I'vo hud a rather orrylng sort of week." "What Is It?" said Rose. "Tell me about It Can I help?" "No," said Portlu. "I've thought it over and It Isn't your Job." Sho got up nnd went to tho window and stood looking out where Roso couldn't see her face. "It's about mother," she concluded. Roso sat up with a Jerk. "About mother I" sho echoed. "Has sho been III again this week? And you haven't let mo know! It's a shamo I haven't been around, but I've been busy" her smile reflected some of the Irony of ortla's "nnd rather miserable. Of course I was going this ufternoon." "Yes," said Portia, "I fancied you'd como this ufternoon. That's why I wanted to see you alone first." "Alone I" Rose leaned sharply for ward. "Oh, don't stund there where I can't see you I Tell me what it Is." I'm going to," said Portia. "You sec, I wasn't satisfied with old Mur ray. I thought It was possible, either that he didn't understand mother's case, or else thnt ho wouldn't tell mo what ho suspected. So a week ago today, I got hor to go with mo to a specialist." Her voice got a llttlo harder and cooler. "Mother'll. never be well, Rose. Her heart Is getting flab by degenerating, he called It He says we can't do anything except to retaru tno progress or tne disease. It may go fast, or It muy go slowly. That attack sho hud was Just a symptom, ho said. She'll have others. And by and by, of course, a fntul one." Still sho didn't look around from tho window. Sbe knew Rose was cry ing. She had henrd the gasp and choke that followed her first announce ment of tho news, and since then, Ir regularly, a muffled sound of sobbing. Sho wanted to go over and comfort tho young, stricken thing there on tho bed, but she couldn't She could feel nothing but a dull, Irresistible anger tliut Roso should have the easy relief of tears, which had been denied her. Because Portia couldn't cry. "Ho said," she went on, "that In this cllmutc, living ns she has been doing, she'd hardly last six months, but thnt In a bland ciimato like southern Cali fornia, If she's carefully watched all tho tlmo to prevent excitement or over exertion, sho might live n good many years. "So that's what we're going to do. I'vo written tho Fletchers to look out a place for us, and I've sold out my business took nn o(Ter thnt I refused a mouth ago. As soon as wo hear from tho Fletchers, we'll begin to pack. Within u week, I hope." Roso said n queer thing then. She cried out Increduously : "And you and mother uro going uway to California to Ilvol And leave mo hero all alonol" "All alone with tho whole of your own life," thought Portia, but didn't say It. "I enn't realize it nt all," Rose went on uftcr u llttlo silence. "It doesn't seem possible. Do you believe tho specialist Is right? Can't wo go to someono else and make sure?" "What's tho use?" snld Portia. "Re sides, If I drag mother around to nny more of them, sho'll know." Roso looked up sharply. "Doesn't she know?" . "No," snld Portia in that hard, even volco of libra. "I lied to her, of course. You know mother well enough to know what she'd do If she knew tho truth about It Don't you know how It's ulwnys pleased hor when old people could die 'In harness,' us sho snys?" Tho ordeal, or tho worst of It, was over. Rose wus drooping forlornly forward, ono arm clasped around her knees, and sho was trying to dry her tears on tho sleeve of hor nightgown Tho chlldllko pathos of tho attitude caught Portia llko tho surge of a wave. Sho crossed tho room and sat down on the edgo of tho bed. She'd huvo como still closer aud taken tho girl In her arms, but for tho fear of starting her crying again, "Yes," Roso said. "That's, mother. And I guess she's right about it It must bu horrlhlo to be hulf-nllvor-to knew you're no uso und nover will be, Aud you'vo gono through this all ulone without ever giving Rodney und me u chance to help. I don't see why you did that, Portia." ",Oh, I saw It was my Job," Portia said. In that cool, dry tone of hers. "It had to be done, und there was no one else to do It So whnt was the use of making a fuss?" "Well, there's one thing," Rose snld. "I believe It'll do you as much good as mm her. Getting a rest . . . Ami a nice little bungalow to live In Just you and mother. . . . I I sort of wish I wns going, too." 1'ortln laughed a rapped, unnatural .sounding laugh that brought a look of puzzled Inquiry from Rose. "Why, nothing," Portia explained. "It wns just the notion of your leav ing Rodney nnd all you're got here all the wonderful things you have to do for what we'll have out there. Th" Ideu of your envying me Is .something worth a small laugh, don't you think?" Rose's head drooped lower. She burled her face In her hands. "I do envy you," she said. There was a "I'm Something Nice for Him to Make Love To." . dull, muffled passion In her voice. "Why shouldn't I envy you? You're so cold nnd certain all tho time. You make up your mind what you'll do and you do It I try to do things and Just make myself ridiculous." "You've got a husband," said Portia in n thin, brittle voice. "That might count for something, I should think." "Yes, nnd what good am I to him?" Rose demanded, "nq can't talk to me not nbout his work or anything like that And I can't help him uny way. I'm something nice for mm to mako love to, when he feels like do ing it, nnd I'm a nuisance when make scenes and get tragic. And Hint's all. That's marriage, I guess. You're the lucky one, Portia." The silence had lasted a good while before Rose noticed that Portia had not stirred; had sat there ns rigidly still ns a figure carved In Ivory. Becoming nware of that, she raised her head. Portia wasn't looking at her, but down nt her own clenched hands. "It needed Just that, I suppose,' sho heard her older Bister suy between almost motionless lips. "I thought it was pretty complete before, but It took that to make It perfect that you think I'm the lucky ont lucky never to have had a husband, or anyone else, for thnt matter, to lovo me. And lucky now, to have to give up tho only substitute I had for that." "Portia 1" Rose cried out. for the mordant, alkaline bitterness In her sis tor's voice, and tho tragic Irony In her face, wns almost terrifying. But tho outcry might nover have been uttered for nny effect It had. "I hoped this wouldn't happen," the words camo steadily on, one at a time, "I hoped I could get this over and get away out of your life altogether without letting it happen. " Rut 1 can't -Perhaps It's just ns well per haps It may do you some good. Rut that's not why I'm doing It. I'm do lng itvfor myself. Just for once, I'm going to let go I You won't llko it. You're going to get hurt." Roso drew herself erect nnd a curi ous chango went over her fuco, so that you wouldn't have known sho'd been crying. Sho drew In a long breath and snld, very steadily: "Tell me. I sha'n't try to get awuy." "A man" came to our house ono day to collect a bill," Portlu went on, qulto ns If Roso hadn't spoken. "Moth er wns out, and I was at home. I was seventeen then, getting ready to go to Vussar. You were only seven I supposo you wcro at school. Anyhow, I was nt home,, and I let him In, nnd ho mado a fuss. I knew we weren't rich, of courso I nover had quite enough pocket money. But the idea of an old unpaid grocery bill mudc me sick. I tnlked things over with mother the next day told her I wasn't going to college snld I wns going to get n job. I got her to let me run nil the accounts nfter that, and to nttend to everything. And I got a Job and be gan paying my way within a week." "If I had a thing like that to re member." said Rose unsteadily, "I'd never forget to be proud of It so long as I lived." "I wish I could be proud of It," snld Portia. "But I couldn't help making a sort of grievance of It, too. In all these years I've always made mother afraid of tne always made her feel that I was somehow contemptuous of her work and Ideas. I grubbed nwny uutll 1 got things straightened out, so that her income was enough to live on enough for her to live on. I'd pulled her through. But then . . ." "But then there wns me," said Rose. "I thought I was going to let you go," Portia went on Inflexibly. "But things didn't come out that way at least I couldn't make up my mind to make them so you went to the uni versity. I paid for that, and I paid for your trousseau, and then I was through." Rose was trembling, but she didn't flinch. "Wh-whnt wus it," she usked quietly, "whnt was It that might have been different and wnsn't? Was It was It somebody you wanted to marry that you gave up so I could have my chnnce?" Portia's hard little laugh cut like a knife. "You have always thought me cold," she said. "So has mother. I'm not, really. I'm the other way. I don't believe there ever was a girl that wanted love and mnrrlage more than I. A man did wont me to rnnrry him at last, and for a while I thought I would. Just Just for the sake of mar rying somebody. He wasn't much, but he was someone. But I knew I'd como to hate him for not being someone else, and I couldn't muko up my mind to it. So I took you on instead. "I ..stopped hoping, you see, and tried to forget nil about It Aid, In u way, I succeeded. I was beginning to get real jobs to do big jobs for big people, .nnd It was exciting. That made it easier to forget. I was begin nlng to think that some day I'd earn my way Into the open, big sort of life thnt your new friends have had for nothing. And then, a week ago, there cume the doctor and cut off that chance. "And yet " she leaned suddenly forward, and the passion that had been suppressed in her voice till now, leaped up Into flame "and yet, can you tell me what I could have done differently? I've lived the kind of life they preach nbout a .life of 'uoble sacrifice.' It hasn't ennobled me. It's made mo petty mean sour. It's withered me up. Look nt the differ ence between usl Look nt you with your big, free spaciousness your pow er of loving and attracting love ! Why, you oven love me, now, In spite of all I've said this morning. I've envied you thnt I've almost hated you for It "No, that's a He I I've wanted to, Tho only thing I could ever hate you for would be for fulling. You've got to mnke good I . You've had my share as well ns yours you're living my life as well as yours. I'm the branch they cut off so that you could grow If you give up and let the big thing slip out of your hands tho way you were talking this morning, because you're too weak to hold It und haven't pluck enough to fight for It . . "Look nt me," said Rose. The words rang llko a command upon a buttlefleld. Portia looked. Roses luue eyes were blazing. "I won't do that," she said very quietly. "I promise you that." Then the hard determination in her face changed to something soft er, and as if Portia's resistance count ed no more than that of n child, she pulled her sister up In her arms and held her tight And so, at laBt, Portia got tho relief of tears. The breach of misunderstand ing widens between Rose and Rodney. Rodney longs for his old free life and Rose thinks that she Is a useless butterfly. An unusually Interesting scene Is described In the next Install ment. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Analyzing Waters. Mineral waters are easily analyzed by means of the spectroscope, us shown by M. 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