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this?" cried another yoice. A
stout, red-whiskered man came
from within the little cottage,
dragging a chair after him.
"Oh, papa oh, papa," sobbed
Nan. "Here's a man that says he
is my husband. It's like a night
mare."' Mr. Whipple sat down slowly.
Asberry was already introducing
himself. " '
"Let us head your story," en--Cotfraged
"Whipple. Asberry re
peated it, while all listened atten
tively. "And have you no proof," de
- manded Felix, when he had fin
' ished, "other than your bare
"What should I have?" argued
the stranger. "What motive
: would a man have for making
- such a statement? Proof? I can't
Ve expected to -carry marriage
J certificates and locks of hair
about with me, but still I have
s something which may be consid-
Taking out his watch he open
, ed it and pointed to a picture
"Why, Nan," queried her fath
' er, "isn't this a picture you had
taken while you were in Chica-
" TWO Subjugation of Father.
"It certainly looks like it," she
had to confess.
J "Felix," pursued Mr. Whipple,
"get that picture of Nan in there
l'bn the piano. Let us compare
them. There, don't you see they
are the same? Nan, what are you
going to do about this?"
"I donrt know," she stammer-
1 ed. "I know what he says is not
true. I can prove it by my school
mates and teachers. Of course, it
will take a little time to write to
"Do," echoed Felix. "I am go
ing to get a preacher and be mar
ried at once."
"Get. married if you will,"
I growled Asberry, "but Nan is go
ing back to Chicago with me on
the next train, which leaves, I be
lieve, just two hours hence."
"I'll never do it," wailed Nan,
sitting down and burying her face
in her hands.
"Of course not. We'll.be mar
ried and I defy you to prevent it,"
Felix glared at Asberry.
"Now, Felix," interrupted Mr.
Whipple, "are you quite sure
that would be for the best? Had
you not better wait-till we get ab
"Proof nothing," Snapped Fe
lix.'Nan's word is enough." Nan
slowly rose and went over to As-
Dear Charles, she cooed,
throwing her larms .about his
neck, " I am so glad you have
found me at last." Whipple
sprang out of his chair. Nan laid
her curly head on Asberry's
"It has been so long-," she mur
mured. "I remember it -all now.
I ran away from school and we
were married. Then I see us liv
ing together in that dear 'little
flat. The rest is a blank."-
"Nan," gasped her father.
"Take your hands off that man.
Do you hear me?" But Nan's
voice ran evenly on
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