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a 'girl gets the photograph of her
beau and pins it in her hat see?"
"Oh, just the thing!" cried Nettie
with sparkling eyes. "I know just
what to do now."
She went to the picnic the next
day and so did all thetown, Elsa in
cluded. The latter wore the hat she
had worn all summer. She saw that
her father and mother were comfort
ably bestowed in a shady spot. Then
she placed her hat and light wrap
alongside the lunch basket and wan
dered about the grounds.
A strange thing had happened to
little Nettie the afternoon previous,
which shall be recited in its due
place. As its sequence now, the mo
ment Elsa was out of sight Nettie
stole up to the discarded hat. She
proceeded to pin the photograph of
a very handsome young man inside
the hat. Father Dunbar was dozing
and his wife was reading. Neither
noticed the excited little sprite, who
flashed away feeling jubilant because
she had settled the picture hat ques
tion to her artless way of thinking.
Now by another strange freak of
fate, which will also be explained in
its place, a young man, a stranger in
Wharton, strolled by that spot a few
moments later. His name was Lisle
Devon. He had come to thetown on
very important business the'day pre
vious. He had met with the loss of
a wallet containing important papers
and could do no business until he
had found them. The local police
were now assisting him in this effort.
The picnic occasion was a general
holiday. He had sauntered down to
the grounds to. nut in the time.
"Impossible!" abruptly exclaimed
this model young man, and he paused
with a shock as his eye" lit upon
Elsa's hat with the photograph'
pinned upon it for it was his own
The recognition of his' property
must have excited him greatly 'for
he unceremoniously picked up the
hat and approached Mrs. Dunbar.
"Madam," he said in hate and
eagerness, "can you tell me to whom
this hat belongs?'
"Why, yes, to my daughter, Miss
Elsa Dunbar," replied her mother
"Is she here? Can I find her? Ex
cuse me, but an extraordinary thing
has happened and "
Still marvelling, Mrs. Dunbar told
him that her daughter was some
where about the grounds. Every
body knew her. He started off mak
ing inquiries. Finally a lad informed
him that he had seen Miss ."Dunbar
at a certain spot near the river and
pointed out the place.
As Lisle Devon neared the spot he
heard voices and through the, leafy
copse he made out the figure .of a
crafty-faced old man and a lovely
young girl Elsa herself.
"I've said my say," the old man
was observing; "I huy what I want in
this world and I offer to buy you. If
you won't", I shall foreclose that five
hundred dollar .mortgage on your
"Oh, cruel! cruel!" cried Elsa, and
she shrank'from the outstretched
hands of the old man as if they were
those of a vulture. "I would die be
fore that are you heartless?"
"Decide by tomorrow," said old
Silas Bounderly, and he hobbled off
The young man amazed "Elsa by
addressing her and-explaining about
his photograph. They returned t(j
its present resting place.
"I cannot understand how your
picture came there," she said; and
just then a laugh of mischief from"
behind a near tree disclosed little
Yes, she had placed the picture
there, she confessed readily. Where
did she get it? She had found a big
walletlying in the road. . t was full
of papers, and the photograph. That
was all she wanted to make dear Miss
Dunbar a picture hat! And the wal
let? Oh, she had tossed that in the
old unused chicken house.
"There is one contract there the