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KATHERINE CEC Author of "The M (Copyrljtit. 1905. by Kithfrlne Ctti XIV. It may be surmised without fear of mis conception that never (luring the smooth course of his uneventful existence had Mil banke been so rudely shaken into self-corn prehension as by Hannah's unlooked for on slaught. I?eft to the placid guidance of un aided instinct, it is almost certain that he would have left Orrlstown whenever the hour of departure arrived, innocently un conscious that any parting pangs could be attributed to a personal cause. It is pos sible that with the passage of time he might have acknowledged that somewhere In the inner recesses of Ills mind there was a shrine where one face, more changeful and alluring than any otner he had known, reigned in solitary state; but beyond that tardy acknowledgment he would not have dared to venture. Later still, perhaps, if circumstances had compelled him to resign his guardianship over Clodagh in favor of some possible Inisband. It Is within the liounds of reason to conjecture that under standing of his feelings might have come to him when, having said good-bye to the young girl just crossing the threshold of life, he returned to his home, newly and bit terly alive to Ills age and loneliness. But now. in the light of present events, all such suppositions had become valueless. As if by some powerful outside pressure, his eyes had been opened, and he stood dazed and elated before the new road that opened upon his vision. His brain felt light and unsteady, his limbs were imbued with a sensation of un accustomed buoyancy as he turned, im pelled by Hannah's words, and moved across the yard toward the arched gate way. A half-admitted, intoxicating sense of Imminent action possessed him; and as he walked forward it seemed that he scarce ly felt the ground beneath his feet. Almost without volition he passed from the stone-paved court-yard into the sweep of graveled pathway that fronted the house. For the first time in his existence he was conscious of being borne forward on the tide of his emotions, and the knowledge nau an cxnuarauni;. unuuiaiittu uainig ijiai suggested youth. As though he feared the evaporation of his mood, lie made no pause on gaining the pathway, but went straight forward toward the house with a haste and impetuosity very foreign to his formal nature. On his second ?ntry into the hall he paid no heed to the chill desolation of the place, but, crossing th?- Intervening space, began im mediately to mount the stairs. Scarcely had he reached the highest step, however, than he halted incontinently. For, as tnougii in direct response 10 me inougnis that were filling his mind, a door on the corridor opened and Clodagh appeared upon the scene. Seeing him. she. too. paused, and in the moment of mutual hesitation he had oppor tunity to study her. In her new black dross she looked slighter ;uici more immature man ne iiau expeciea; and the pathetic effect of her appearance was enhanced by the paleness of her face and the heavy purple shadows that sleep lessness and tears had traced below her eyes. As the Impression obtruded itself upon him. Ins own nervous excitement drop ped from him suddenly. "My poor child!" he said, involuntarily. At the words and the tone she turned to him impulsively. "Oh, Mr. MHbanke?" she began. Then her loneliness, her sense of bereave ment and desolation inundated her mind. AVith a short sob she moved abruptly away, and. turning her face to the wall, broke Into a passion of tears. The action was the action of a child, and without hesitation Milbanke responded to It. Stepping across the corridor he put his Next GEF H ow a n uti^c onrl rPcnnnciKilitu v? HV.J Ull V* a V, o army One begins to understanc commander, like the author, interest every man and boy it WINSTON CHURCHILL MLREDITH NICHOI Covering a Books I St COCCARO THE A tremendously clever and in the Broadway theair Many other features, amusing, serial, THE GREAT NEXT SI Of T lMBLER :IL THURSTON, querader," Etc. 1 Tbnraton. All rights rnerTed.) arm about her shoulder and drew her gently toward the stairs. "Come!" he said, soothingly. "Come! The house la quite quiet, and you are badly In want of a little daylight and fresh air. Come! Let me take you out." Clodagh sobbed on; but she suffered her self to be led down the stairs and across the hall toward the open door. There, how' ever, she paused, newly arrested by her grief. "Oh, Mr. Milbanke." slie cried. "I can't believe it! I can't believe that we'll never see him again. Poor father! Oh, poor father!" But Milbanke was equal to the situation. "You must be brave," he said, kindly. "You must remember that he would like you to be brave." The words were an inspiration; with mar velous efficacy they checked the torrent of too ft: Vnr a mnmpnt hIip fttnnd looking at tilm in a dazed, uncertain way; then she lifted her head in a pathetic at tempt at decisive action. "You are right," she said, unevenly. "He would like to know that I was brave," The declaration seemed to cost her an im mense effort, for instantly it was made she turned away from Milbanke, freeing herself from his detaining arm. And as though fearing to trust herself to any further on rush of emotion, sh^ stepped through the open door and walked quickly forward to where the graveled drive merged into the long and narrow glen in which the Orris town wooas mei ine sea. Down the wide track leading to this glen she walked, with head rigidly erect and with resolutely set lips, while'Mllbanke fol lowed in the rear. Now that the immediate need for his protection had been removed, his mind involuntarily reverted to his ear lier and more tumultuous thoughts. With a strange, half-timid excitement, he ac knowledged the personal element in his surroundings, and exulted with a certain tremulous joy in the keen air that blew in lnnfl frnm the sen -in the nlpafi.-lnt earthv smell of the moss that clothed the rough stones if the boundary wall skirting the path?In the promise of spring, suggested by the hardy green of the wild violet plants clustering at the roots of the beecli-trecs. And with his eyes fixed upon Clodagh's slim, black figure, lie walked forward in a vaguely intoxicating dream. For th#*fu!l course of the path she went on steadily; but reaching the glen she paused; and there, as If by a prearrange ment of destiny, Milbanke overtook her. With ii quiet, unostentatious movement he stepped to her side, and stood looking upon the scene that spread before them. The scene was not imposing, but It was beautiful with the brooding, solemn beauty that emanates from Ireland. Upon one hand, the sea stretched away green, invin cible. and cold, as it so often looks in early spring; upon the other, the woods lay a mass of leafless, interlacing boughs that formed a clean, brown silhouette against the gray sky; .while directly In front, th^ first undulation of the rugged Orristown cliffs btood up an Impregnable rampart against the outer world. For a long, silent moment Clodagh sur veyed the scene; then, with one of the im pulsive, unstudied gertures that were so characteristic of her. she looked round; and for the first time since they had left the house her eyes rested on Milbanke's face. "You are very kind to me," she said, sud- j denly. "Why are you so kind?" TKa wnr/^a annlfpn with rnmnlptp incon. I uousness, came at a singularly appropriate moment. To Milbanke. nervously conscious of his own emotions, they seemed inspired. With a quick, unsteady gesture, he wheeled round, and putting out his hand, caught hers. "It?it is easy to be kind to some people," he said, almost inarticulately. JERAL NELSON A. Mil Contributes a Notable Paper Battle is I s, tactics and strategy of the of r before and during an engagerr v J f 1 something of the fascination of milit undertakes to analyze conditions. T1 1 the country. Contributions from , ULKIKLUt AltfltKlUN, LSON, HAROLD MacGRATH, MARY E. WILKINS FREEMA^ i subject which the following tit!< lould Like to H : n 11 - ^LUUIl teresting story of ical world. CHARLES some howllngly funny, and others a si SECRET, and the i>affllng THINKING M/ ALL EXCLUSIVELY IN JrNDAY o M, \? M he Sunday Clodagh looked at him in some surprise; but It did not occur to her to withdraw her hand. She stood perfectly calm and unem barrassed; and presently, as he made no at tempt at further speech, her glance wander ed back to the cool stretch of green water. - xes, sne saw, slowly. "I suppose it la easy to be nice to some people, bat tret to selflsh people like me." At her words Milbanke's hand tightened abruptly. "You must not say that." he murmured. "I have never seen any faults In your char acter. And even?even if I had?" His voice quickened, confusedly. "Even if I had seen them, you would still be the?the child of my oldest friend." He spoke disjointedly and aeitatedlv: hut at his words Clodagh turned to him afresh with a grateful, impulsive movement. "Ah. then I understand!" she said, warm ly. "You are very kind?you are very good " At her movement and her tone a mental giddiness seized upon Milbanke. A flush rose to his temples, and his fingars twitched. i "Clodagh," he said, suddenly, "let me be kind to you always? Let?let me marry you?and be kind to you always?" The appeal came forth with volcanic sud denness. He had not meant to be precipi- [ tate; it was entirely alien to his slow, metli- j odical nature to plunge headlong into any j situation. But the occasion was unprece- j dented; circumstances overwhelmed him. For a long space after he had spoken he stood as if transfixed, his eyes straining to catch the expression on Clodagh's face, his pale, ascetic features puckered with anx tptv. The pause was long?preternaturally long. Clodagh stood as motionless as he, her hand still resting passive in his clasp, her clear eyes staring into his in stupefied amaze ment. Lt was plainly evident that no real I! /-? JcS I Sunday Fnirnht command of an nf "t ary matters, when a successful his brilliant contribution will BOOTH TARKINGTON, , AGNES C.LAUT, I ! describes: ave Written BY BELMONT DAVIS oundingly mysterious, like the ICHINE PROBLEMS. AOAZINF Izatkm of the. declaration Just made had penetrated her understanding-. . To her mind?una ttuned, even vaguely,-to the-Idea of love, and temporarily numbed by her grief?the thought that her father's friend could consider her in ^ny light but that of a child was too preposterous, too unreal to come EDontaneousIy. The belief that Mil banke's extraordinary words but needed some explanatory addition held her atten tive and expectant. And under this con viction she stood unconscious of his close regard and unembarrassed by the pressure of his hand. At last, as some shadowy perception of her thoughts obtruded itself upon him, he stirred nervously, and the flush upon his face deepened. "Clodagh," he said, "have I made myself plain? Do you understand that I?that I wish to marry you? That I want you for mv?mv wifp?" The final word with Its intense incongruity cut suddenly through the mist of her be wilderment. In a flash of comprehension the meaning of his declaration sprang to her mind. Her face turned red. then pale; with a sharp movement she drew away her hand. "You want to marry me?" she said, in a slow, amazed voice. AERY ME?" SHE SAID." Before the note of blank, undisguised In credulity, Milb.tnke shrank back into him self. * ' lie .-aiu, hui . iruij . i co, inai 10 my desire. I know that perhaps it may? may seem incongruous. You are very young; and I " He hesitated with a painful touch of em barrassment. At the hesitation Clodagh's voice broke forth: "But 1 don't want to mirry."" she cried. "I don't want to marry?any one." There was a sharp, half-frightened note audible in har voice. For the moment her whole attitude was that of the inexpe rienced being who clings instinctively to the rock of present things, and obstinately re fuses to be ca3t into the sea of future pos siDiiiues. i<or me moment sns was mina to the instrument that was forcing her to ward those possibilities. To her immature mind, it whs the ehoife between the known and the unknown. Then suddenly and ac cidentally her eyes came back to Milbanke's face: and the personal element in the choice assailed her abruptly. "Oh. I couldn't!" she cried, involuntarily. "I couldn't?I couldn't!" She did not intend to hurt him; but cruelty Is the prerogative of the young, and she failed to see that he winced before the de cisive honesty of her words. 44 A m T cA t?c? 1 'A n? /I t-u ctnf ill 9" li a o olr/irl f m. ru?ou ' vi ,( ui-w.iciv;jui , lie aoivcu, in a low. unsteady voice. She looked at h.m in silence. It was the inevitable clash of youth and age. She was warm-hearted, she was capable of generous action: but before all else, she was young? the triumphant inheritor of the ages. I>ife stretched before her. while it lay behind him. She looked at him; and as she looked a wave of revolt?a strong, sudden sense of rier lnmviuuai rigm 10 nappiness?surgeu through her. "Oh, I couldn't!" she cried again. "I couldn't!" And before Milbanke could reply?before he had time to comprehend the purport of her words?she had turned and fled in the direction of the house, leaving him standing as he was, dazed and petrified. Upward along the path Clodagh ran. Her impulse toward flight had been childish, and her thoughts as she sped forward were as unreasonable and confused as a child's. She was vaguely, blindly filled with a desire to escape?from what she knew not; to evade? what she knew not. Her one consecutive thought was the knowledge' that the prop upon which she had leaned in these days of sorrow and despair had unaccountably and suddenly been withdrawn, and that she stood woefully alone and unprotected. On she ran, until the archway of the court-yard broke into view; then without a moment's hesitation she swerved to the left, sped across the yard, and burst uncere moniously into the kitchen. In the kitchen Hannah was busying her self over the fire that. In the confusion of the morning's event, had been suffered to die down. At the tempestuous opening of thp rinnr ?hf? tnrnpd shnrnlv rnnnr! and fnr a second stood staring at the disturbed face of her young mistress; then, with the In tuitive tact of her race, she suddenly opened her ample arms, and with a sob Clodagh rushed toward her. For a long moment Hannah held her as if she had been a baby, patting her shoulder and smoothing her ruffled hair, while she cried out her grief and bewilderment. At last, with a eIow, sobbing breath, she raised her head. "Oh, Hannah, I want father!" she said. "I want father!" Hannah drew her closer to her broad shoulder. "Whisht, now!" she murmured, tenderly. "Whisht, now! Sure he's betther off. Sure he's betther off." But Clodagh's mind was too agitated to take comfort. With a change of mental at titude, she altered her physical position freeing herself abruptly from Hannah's em brace. "Hannah," she cried, suddenly, "Mr. Mll banke wants me to marry him. And I won't! I can't! I won't!" Hannah's eyes narrowed sharply. But whatever her emotion she checked it. and bent over her charge with another caress. "Sure you won't, of course, my lamb. Who'd be askin' you?" "No one." "Thin why would you be frettin' your self?" "I'm not fretting myself. Only? "Only what?" "Only? Oh, nothing, nothing?" With a distressed movement Clodagh pushed back her hair from her forehead. Then she turned to the old servant afresh. "Han nah," she demanded, "why does he want to marry me? Why does he want to?" Hannah was silent Tor a space; then her shrewd, ugly face puckered into an expres sion of profound wisdom. "Wpn ar*? ouare." sho Aranniorif "The oulder, the quarer. Maybe he's think in' of himself in the matther; but maybe"? her voice dropped impressively?"maybe, Miss Clodagh. 'tis the way he's thinkin' of you " She paused with deep significance. The efTort after effect was not wasted. Clodagh looked up sharply. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Mane?" Hannah turned away, and, picking up a poker, began softly to rake the ashes from the Are. "Sure what would I ho manln?" "But you do mean Something. What Is It?" Hannah went on with her task. ClocUfh stamped her loot. "Hannah, what Is It?" "Nothin*. Sure, nothin- at all. I'm only sayln* what qua re notions men takes." "But you meaiTsomething else. What la It?" Hannah stolidly continued to rake out the remnants of the Are. "I know nothin'," she said, obstinately. "Ask Mrs. Lawrence." "But you do. I know by your voice. What Is It?" An alert, unconscious note of apprehen sion had crept Into Clodagh's tone. Her lips suddenly tightened, her eyes became wide. "What is It, Hannah?" she exclaimed. "What's the reason he wants to marry me?" "Sure no r'ason at all." "Oh!" Clodagh made a gesture of anger and dis gust. Then she made a fresh appeal. "Hannah, please " But Hannah went on with her work. Years of shrewd observation had taught her the power of silence. "Then you won't tell me?" There was no response. . "Hannah!" At last the old servant turned, as though pressed beyond endurance. "Well," she said, with seeming reluctance, "maybe he'd be thinkin' 'twould be alster for wan of the Asshlins to be drawin' out of her husband's pocket than to be " But Clodagh interrupted. She turned sud denly, her cheeks burning, her eyes ablaze. xiaiuiuiii our (.iicu, ill cuai jiuiiiru alarm. But Hannah had said her say. With her old, imperturbable gesture she turned once tn/ki*i\ /\ Ka?* (n clr 111V I t tv m i IU >1\ . "I know nothin'," she murmured, obsti nately. "If you're wantin' more, ask Mrs. Laurence." For a while Clodagh stood transfixed by the idea presented to her mind. Then, ac tion and certainty becoming: suddenly indis pensable, she turned on her heel. "Very well!" she said, tersely. "Very well! I will ask Aunt Fan." And witii as scant ceremony as she had entered it, she swept out of the kitchen. As the door banged. Hannah glanced over her shoulder, her red face brimming with tenderness. "Wlsha, 'tis all for the best," she mur mured, aloud. " 'Tis all for the best. But God forgive me for hurtin' a hair of her head!" With feet that scarcely felt the ground beneath them, Clodagh sped along the stone passages that led to the hall, and from thence ascended to the bed rooms. Her senses were acutely alive, her mind alert with an unbearable apprehension. A new i dread that, by the power of intuition, had almost become a certnintv. imnelletl her forward without the conscious action of her will. Without any hesitancy or indecision, she traversed the long corridor, and. paus ing before the room occupied by her aunt, knocked peremptorily upon the door. After a moment's wait Mrs. Asshlin'a querulous voice was raised in response. "Well?" she asked. "What is it? Who's there?" "Clodagh." There was an audible sigh. And the usual "Come in!" followed somewhat tardily. Cloda^i instantly turned the handle and opened the door. In this room the blinds had not yet been drawn up, and only a yellowish light filter ed in from outside; in the grate a fire burned unevenly and close beside it sat Mrs. Asshlin, a cup of tea in her hand, a black woolen shawl wrapped about her shoulders. As her niece entered, she glanceH round irritably, drawing the wrap more closely round her. "Shut the door, Clodagh," she said. "I hate these big. draughty houses." Clodagh obeyed in silence, then, walking deliberately across the room, paused by her aunt's chair. Her face was still burning and her heart beat unpleasantly fast. "Aunt Fan," she said. "I want to ask you something. Why should Mr. Milbanke bother about me?about us?" Mrs. Asshlin, startled by the suddenness of the unlooked-for attack, turned in her Beat and peered through the yellow twilight into her niece's excited face. "What on earth is the matter with you, child?" she demanded. "Nothing. But I want to know." Mrs. Asshlin made a gesture tantamount to shrugging her shoulders. "It is quite natural that Mr. Milbanke should he interested in you. lie was your father's oldest friend." "Yes, yes." Clodagh bent forward uncon trollably. "And. Aunt Fan, has father died poor? Has?has lie left debts? That's what I \VAnt to know." IVfrs. Asshlln moved nervouslv in her chair. "My dear child?" she be^an, weakly. "Has he? Oil, Aunt Fan, has lie left debts?" She clasped her hands involuntarily. Mrs. Asshlin was taken at a disadvan tage. "Well?" she stammered. "Well " "He has left debts?" "Well, yes. If you must know?lie has.'' Olodagli caught her breath. "Of course, as I often said." Mrs. Asshlin continued, "poor Denis was a terribly im provident man " But Olodagh checked her. "Don't!" she said, faintly. "I couldn't hf>nr it?inst tndav. Arf? flip ilohts hie**'* "Immense." Mrs. Asshlin made the reply sharply. She was not an ill-natured woman, but her sense of dignity had been hurt. As the word was spoken. Clodagh swayed a little. The black cloud of vague liabilities that hangs over so many Irish houses had suddenly descended upon her. And in the consequent shock it seemed that the ground literally rocked under her feet. After a moment she steadied herself. "Must the place go?" she asked, in an in tensely quiet voice. Yes. At least "What?" "ft would have had to go. only " "Only for what?" In her keen anxiety. Clodagh stooped forward and laid her hand on her aunt's shoulder. "Only for what, Aunt Fan?" Shaken and unnerved at the Interroga tion. Mrs. Asshlin sat up with a start. "Why do you do that, Clodagh?" she cried. "Why do you do that? You gave me a palpitation of the heart." But Clodagh's eyes still burned with in quiry. "Why won't the place have to go?" she demanded. "How will the debts be paid?" Mrs. Asshlin freed herself nervously from her niece's hand. "Mr. Milbanke will pay them." she said, impulsively; then instantly she checked her self. "Oh, what have I said!" she ex claimed. "Don't pretend that I told you, r<ln^n.r}i Ua to CA niftiniilAi. 1.A,. v^iuuugn. lie 10 cu j;at vivuiai inai ^ uu shouldn't know." But Clodagh scarcely heard. Her hand had dropped to her side, and she stood star ing blankly at her aunt. "You mean to say that he's going to pay father's debts?our debts?" Yes. He even wants to put the* place into good repair. Poor Denis seems to have cast a perfect spell over him." "Then we'll owe him something we can never possibly repay!" Mrs. Asshlin drew herself up. "Not exactly owe," she corrected. "It is an?an act of friendship. The Asshlins have never been indebted to any one for a favor. Of course, Mr. Mllbanke is a wealthy man; [ and it's easy to be generous when you have money " She heaved a sigh. But Clodagh stood staring vacantly at the opposite walr. "It's a debt all the same," she said, after a long pause. "I suppose it is what father used to call a debt of honor." She spoke In a slow, mechanical voice; then, as If moved to action by her train of thought, she turned without waiting for her aunt's comment and walked out of the room. ?~ Traversing the corridor, she descended the stairs and passed straight to the hall door. Once In the open, she wheeled to the right with a steady, deliberate movement, and began slowly to retrace the steps she had taken nearly half an hour earlier. Steadily and unemotionally she went for ward, skirting the court-yard, until, at the dip of the path, tile glen came Into view, and with it Milbanke's precise, black figure, standing exactly as she had seen It last. The fact caused her no surprise. That he should still be there soemed the natural ?the anticipated thing; and without any pause?any moment of hesitation or delay she moved directly toward him. As she reached his side her cheeks were hot, her heart was still beating: unevenly; and, absorbed by her own emotion, she failed to see the dejected droop of his shoul ders?the slight, pathetic suggestion of age in his bent back. Her footsteps were scarcely audible on the damp earth; and she was close beside him before he became con'scious of her presence; as he did so, however, he started violently, and the blood rushed incontinently ov<r his forehead and cheeks. "Clodagh!" he stammered. But Clodagh checked him, laying her hand auickly on- his arm. "Mr. Milbanke," she said, hurriedly. "Will you forgive me for what I said? I want to take it back. I want to say that, if you still like, I?I will marry you." -- - - (To be continued tomorrow.) FINANCIAL. ^ Established Oct. 19, 1904. 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International Banking Corporation. Capital and Surplus: The- International Hanking Corporation solicits every description of banking business?whether buaineaa. profeaslonal, trustee, personal, or bouaehold account* ?and extecida a cordial welcome to til Intending customer.. In the matter of loana and discount! i; the bank aftorda the moat liberal treat ment conslatent with auund banking. The bank paya 2H per cent per an num on accounts subject to chtck and higher rates on time money. Particu lars of these rates on sppllcatlon. Til attention of the depositing public la in vited to the wide margin of security afforded by the bank'a exceptionally iirre cam uapiiai ana ourpius or Six and a Half Million Dollars. 14115 G Street Northwest. w22-tf.pSg.S0 Homes 00 Easy Terms. We can arrange a plan for the pur chase of a liome on easy monthly \ payments to fit many cases. This enables you to utilize a considerable proportion of the money you mould nav out In rent in aeetirfnir a nron erty. It l? certainly north (-onald.-r tag. Call In aud tell u* what Ton want and we'll try to work It oat for you. Swartzell, Rheem & Henisey Co., WARNER BUILDING, 01 r v ctpett vadtuo'cot viu * oiiwi.'i nv/n id n tiot Regarding Wills la the name of an Interesting booklet on that Important "object, which w. will be glad to mall you upon requeat. wini iiifcwr and nica wninoi charge V lien tills Company la named EXECUTOR or T!tl"8TEE. Consultation with the Offlcera of th* Company la Invited. The Washington Loan <& Trust Co. JOHN JOY JDSON, Fr*?1dent. oo29-tf rSn-SS AN ANNUITY ISSUED B1 The Mutual Life Insurance Coitfpany of New York GuriBtrei fls?d Income for lift, wbiefc Idcnii i* piviccim yj vfci ivui u > ? <? >>>>/ i lions of aiaeta wblcb liar* aeeamolated la a rcisful bail oral cxperk-Bca of atatr-tbrc* rwn. 0Br booklet. "Aoooltlea" In! frac aa rr|lim tells alt aboat tbls cliu rt lBTMtmaat. THOMAS P. MORGAN lUaacar for Dlatriet of ColoabU. M*. 15S3 r at. .?. terend-atoi7 (rant room. Talapboaa Mala 111*, Hi mi MONEY AT 5%. LtftMd OB wil Mtat0. Prompt attend** 1 rtWP?T mMMlMinVA Heiskelt & McLeran, MM V A H.