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cheeks crimson with excitement, her
"Then a hundert and von tollars."
"Two hundred," announced Ethel
"I lof my daughter," observed Levi,
shrugging his" shoulders, "but two
hundrt tollars!" and he was gone.
Ethel drew out her purse. Her
trembling fingers took from it what
money it held.
"I will pay the balance just as soon
as the bank is open in the morning,"
"But I cannot you must not"
faltered Ranald incoherently.
She faced him, trembling in every
nerve. She faced him, her eyes look
ing deep down into his soul. She
faced him, a girl inspired with a
memory of what Adrian Nash had
told of the noblest being she had ever
"Do you know what I' think of
you?" she cried, the tears streaming
down her cheeks. "Oh, you grand
And Ethel threw her arms around
his neck and kissed him on the lips.
There was only satisfaction ex
pressed six months later when "that
rich young art novice," Miss Ethel
Warner, married Hanald Stone.
For her husband was a man of gen
ius and fame, and "The JMeadow"
had won the highest art prize of the
"THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE"
"Oh, dear, dear motherr I missed
you more last night than at any time
since you left me to work out my
life-problem alone. If I could have
just sat down on the floor beside you
as I used to do, with my head in your
lap, I know you would have smooth
ed it all out for me." From "The
Confessions of a Wife," the first
chapter of which will be printed in
next Monday's Day Book.
Murder among the ancient Per
sians was not punishable at the first
At a low-grade sort of restaurant,
the only one to be found in the vicin
ity, old chap, I was startled to behold
a waiter fellow whose breadth of
shoulders, squareness of jaw and
fierce aspect made him formidable
looking, indeed. A wizened little
waiter, by whom I was served, an
swered my query as to the other's
fighting capacity as follows:
"Is that big stiff a tough guy? Say,
he couldn't lick a parcel post stamp
behind its back. We wouldn't last
one round with his kid sister, if they
were slugging with bags of mush.
He's afraid to kick a mud pie or beat
a gum machine. One slap on the
cuff, and they'd .tote him away on
the dream dray. Give him a hard
look and he'll skelt to the tall tim
ber. Watch me step on his chart!"
London has -more than 90,000
street gas lamps.
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