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THE RAGGED PRINCESS II By Edg ell* Wallace. Copyright, 1925, by Chicago Daily Newt (Continued From Yesterday’s Star.) CHAPTER 111. y™vETER and Paul fetched four •• I J shill In's each.” reported old Mrs. Graffltt, peering near- X slghtedly at the coins as she laid them on the table. “Harriet, Martha, Jenny, Elizabeth, Queenie and Holga ” "Olga.” corrected the girl sitting at the table, pencil in hand. "Let us be respectful, even to hens.” “Thev fetched half a crown each from Mr. Gribs, the butcher. It’s un- Christian to call hens by name, any how.” Audrey Bedford made a rapid calcu latlon. "With the furniture that makes 37 pounds 10 shillings,” she said, "which will about pay the hen-feed man and your wages, and leave me enough to go to London.” "If I had my rights,” said Mrs. Graf fltt, sniffing tearfully, "I'd get more than my wages. I've looked after you ever since before your poor, dear mother died, obliging you as no other mortal woman would. And now I'm cast aside without a home and I've got to live with my eldest son.” "You're lucky to have an eldest son, •aid Audrey, unmoved. "If you gave me a pound for luck "Whose luck? Not mine, you dear old humbug.” laughed the girl. "Mrs. Graffitt, don't be silly! You've been living on this property like a—a fighting cat! Poultry farming doesn’t pay and never will pay when your chief of staff has a private sale for the eggs. I was working it out the other day, and I reckoned that you've had 40 pounds’ Worth of eggs a year.” "Nobody have ever said I was a thief," quavered the old woman, her hands trembling. “I've looked after you since you were a bit of a girl and it’s very hard to be told that you’re a thief.” She wept gulpily into her handkerchief. "Don’t cry,” said Audrey. "The cot tage Is damp enough.” "Where will you be going, miss?” Mrs. Graffitt tactfully passed over the ques tion of her honesty. "I don't know; London, perhaps.” "Got any relations there, miss?" Perhaps. - at this the last moment, the late owner of Beak Farm would be a little communicative. The Bedfords always were closer than oysters. "Never you mind. Get me a cup of tea and then come for your wages.” “London's a horrible place.” Mrs. Graffltt shook her head. "Murders and suicides and robberies and whatnots. Why. they robbed a real queen the other night!” "Goodness!" said Audrey, mechanically. She was wondering what had hap pened to six other chickens that Mrs. Graffitt had not reported upon. "Robbed her of hundreds of thousands worth of diamonds,” she said impres sively. "You ought to read the papers more—you miss life.” "And talking of robbery,” said Audrey gently, “what happened to Myrtle and Primrose and Gwen and Bertha?” “Oh. them?” For a second even Mrs. Graffltt was confused. "Didn’t I give you the money? It must have slipped through a hole in my pocket. I've lost it.” "Don’t bother." said Audrey. “I'll •end for the village policeman —he's a wonderful searcher.” Mrs. Graffitt found the money almost Immediately. The old woman shuffled into the low roofed kitchen and Audrey looked around the familiar room. The chair on which her mothgr had sat, her hard face turned to the blackened fireplace, Audrey had burned. One charred leg •till show'ed in the fire. No, there was nothing here of tender memory. It was a room of drudgery and repression. She had never known her father and Mrs. Bedford had never spoken of him. He had been a bad lot, and through his wickedness had forced a woman of gentle birth to submit to the hard life that had been hers. "Is he dead, mother?” the child had asked. * . “I hope so,” was the uncompromising reply. Dora had never asked such incon venient questions, but then she was older, nearer in sympathy to the woman, ahared her merciless nature and her prejudices. Mrs. Graffltt had brought her tea and counted her money before she wailed her farewell. "I’ll have to&kiss you before I go,” •he sobbed. "I’ll give you an extra shilling not to,” •aid Audrey hastily, and Mrs. Graffitt took the snilling. . It was all over. Audrey passed through the December wreckage of the garden, opened a gate and, taking a short cut to the churchyard, found the grave and stood silently before it, her hands clasped. “Good-by,” she said evenly, and then, dry-eyed. w’ent back to the house. The end and the beginning. She was not sorry; she was not very glad. Her box of books had already gone to the station and was booked through to the parcels office at Victoria. As to the future —she was fairly well educated, had read much, thought much and was acquainted with the rudiments of shorthand—self-taught in the long Winter evenings, when Mrs. Graffitt thought, and said, that she would be better employed with knitting needles. “There’s tons of time,” growled the village omnibus driver as he threw her bag into the dark and smelly interior. “If it wasn’t for these jiggering motbr cars I’d cut it finer. But you've got to drive careful in these days.” A prophetic saying. The girl was stepping into the bus after her bag when the stranger ap peared. He looked like a lawyer’s mid dle-aged clerk, having just that lack of sartorial finish. "Excuse me. Miss Bedford. My name Is Willitt. Can I have a few words with you this evening when you re turn?” “I am not returning,” she said. “Do I owe you anything?” Audrey always asked that question of polite strangers. Usually they said "yes,” for Mrs. Grafflt had the habit which was locally known as "chalking up.” “No, miss. Not coming back? Could I have your address? I wanted to see you on a—well, an important matter." He was obviously agitated. "I can’t give you my address, I'm afraid. Give me yours and I will write to you.” He carefully blacked out the descrip tion of the business printed on the card and substituted his own address. “Now, then!” called the aggrieved driver. "If you wait any longer you’ll miss that train.” She Jumped into the bus and banged the door tight. It was at the corner of Ledbury lane that the accident happened. Coming out onto the main road Dick Shannon took the corner a little too sharply and ; the back wheels of his long car per- j formed a graceful skid. The bump that followed was less graceful. The back of the car struck the Fontwell I village omnibus just as it was drawing ! abreast of the car, neatly sliced off the back wheel and robbed that ancient vehicle of such dignity as weather and wear had left to it. Theragwas a solitary passenger, and she hacr reached the muddy road be fore Dick, hat in hand, had reached her, alarm and penitence on his good looking face. "I’m most awfully sorry. You’re not hurt, I hope?” He thought shg was 17, although she was two years older. She was cheaply dressed; her long coat was unmistak ably renovated. The necklet of fur about her throat was shabby and worn. These .facts he did not notice, lie looked down into a face that seemed flawless. The curve of eyebrows, or set ot, eyes perhaps, the perfect mouth maybe, or else it was the texture atrd coloring of the skin. He dreaded lest she should speak and that in the esude enunciation of the peasant he should lose the illusion of the prfncess. "Thank you—l was a little scared. I shan't catch my train.” She looked ruefully at the broken wheel. The voice dispelled his fears. The ragged princess was a lady. "Are you going to Barnham Junc tion? I am passing there,” he said. “And, anyway, if I hadn't been going that way I must go to send relief for this poor lad.” The driver of the bus, to whom he was referring in such compassionate terms, had climbed down from his perch, his gray beard glittering with rain, his rheumy eyes gleaming malevo lently. "Why don’t you look where you’re going?” He wheezed the phrases proper to such an occasion. "Want all the road, dang ye?” Dick unstrapped his coat and felt for his pocketbook. "Jehu,” he said, "here are my card, a treasury bill and my profound apblo gies.” "My name's Herbert Jiles,” said the driver suspiciously, as he took the card and the money. "Jehu is a fanciful name,” said Dick, “and refers to the son of Nimshi, who ‘driveth furiously.’ ” "I was nearly walking.” said the in dignant Mr. Jiles. "It was you as was driving furiously!” "Help will come from Barnham,” said Dick. "Now, young lady, can you trust yourself alone with me in this car of Juggernaut?” "I think so,” she smiled, and rescu ing her bag from the bus, jumped in at his side. "London is also my destination,” said Dick, “but I won’t suggest that you come all the way with me, though it would save you a train fare.” She did not .answer. He had a feel ing that she was being prim, but pres ently she cleared away that impression. "I think I will go by train; my sister may come to meet me at the station.” There wau no very great confidence in her tone. "Do you live hereabouts?” "At Fontwell,” she said. "I had a cottage there. It used to be mother's until she died. Have you ever tried to live on eggs?” Dick was startled. "Not entirely,” he said. "They are extremely nutritive, I understand, but—— " "I don't mean eat them: I mean, have you ever tried to get a living by poultry farming?” He shook his head. "Well, don’t.” she said emphatically. "Hen’s are not what they used to be. Mrs. Graffltt —she kept house for me and absorbed my profits—says that a great change has come over hens since the war. She isn’t sure whether it’s bolshevism or Spanish influenza.” He laughed. "So you’ve giv*n it up?” She nodded -.r-eral times. “I can’t say that I’ve sold the old home; it was sold by bits in the shape of mortgages. That sounds pathetic, doesn't it? Well, it isn’t! The old home is ugly and full of odd corners that bumped your head and smells of a hun dred generations of owners who never took baths except when the roof leaked. And the drainage system goes back to the days of the early Britons, snd none of the window’s fits. 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Richard Shannon, the harmonies of the bijou house on Curzon street might very well have been disturbed. And with good reason. Dora Elton was the one crook In London whom Dick Shannon was achingjto trap. iTo Be Continued Tomorrow.) — - ■ ♦ Publisher Resumes Flight. LE BOURGET, France, February 18 (A I ). —Van Lear Black, Baltimore pub lisher, hopped off this morning for Marseille in continuation of his flight, begun last week, from Croydon. Eng land, to South Africa. Adverse weather delayed his departure for several days. TWO DIE IN COLLISION. Man and Wife Victims of Auto Ac cident in Which Two Are Held. GREENFIELD, Ind., February 18 OP). —E. J. 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