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ft COUSIN AGATHA
By George Munson.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
Sylvia Blaine was happier than she
had ever been in all her life before.
But when one is nineteen .happiness
comes easily, especially when one is
Tom Darragh was" generally con
sidered the most promising young
lawyer In Stapleton. The Darraghs
and the Blaines had been members
when Stapleton was only a tiny ham-
-Suddenly She Stopped.
let; old Mr. Darragh had returned
to the city of his birth to end his
days there, and Tom had gone into a
lawyer's office. Now at twenty-seven
he had a flourishing business. And
he loved Sylvia Blaine.
Sylvia could not believe that it was
right for any girl to be as happy as
she was. And why should Tom have
chosen her when there were so many
sweet girls of his acquaintance? If
he had ever known her cousin
Agatha, for example, she was sure
that Tom would never have looked
twice at her.
Agatha Blaine was five years older
than Sylvia. Although she had been
born in Stapleton,' she had not lived
there much during her checkered ex
istence. She had made an unhappy
marriage and was suing the man for
a divorce. Agatha was a handsome
blonde "dashing," people called her
with any number of moths flutter
ing round her. And the worst of it
was that Agatha, who could never
resist making conquests, was coming
to stay with Sylvia's mother.
How could the little country girl
retain her influence over Tom when
handsome, rich, citified Agatha was
"Why, you foolish child," said Tom
laughingly, when Sylvia voiced her
fears, "don't you know that I am
madly infatuated with you? Bring on
your Agatha and watch me."
Sylvia sighed and suffered Tom to
kiss the incipient lines of trouble off
her pretty forehead. But when
Agatha did arrive, a resplendent be
ing in a picture hat, with four trunks
and a pedigreed dachshund, she was
more than ever convinced that her
days of happiness were numbered.
Agatha was so kind that the girl
half minded to confess her trouble to
her. But Agatha seemed also a little
heartless. Sylvia was bound to con
fess that as she sat with her and her
mother and watched the elder lady's
eyebrows gradually contract as she
listened to their visitor's flippant
comment on men and events. But
doubtless it was Agatha's unhappy
matrimonial experience that was re
sponsible for that.
"Why, my dear auntie," she said to
Sylvia's mother, "what funny, old
fashioned ideas you have about men.
Any woman can twist any man round .
her little finger, if she chooses."
"I wonder if she will choose. to
twist Tom round her little finger,"
sighed Sylvia to herself, when Agatha
congratulated her warmly. Her inter
est in the engagement seemed almost