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A GOLDEN HEART
By Selina Elizabeth Higgins.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
Sunshine was everywhere, and no
where more golden and effulgent
than by the brqpkside where a slant
ing stretch wascrowned by the bush
lined edge of the road. An automo
bile stood under a tree near the
stream. Within it there half reclined
on the broad-cushioned seat a young
He was thin to the point of atten
uation, and his face was bloodless.
started Swiftly Onward.
Only the bright, intelligent eyes' told
of the activity of an intellectual mind.
The aspect of the entire countenance
expressed pain, patience and submis
siveness. Dreamily, though mourn
fully, the young man viewed the
pleasing landscape. Then, suddenly
that transpired which awoke him to
a sudden startled wonder.
At a point less than two hundred
'"stant the greenery lining the
; ted abruptly. It closed after
a wild, scurrying figure, that of a fair
young girl. To all appearances she
was garbed in bridal array. There
was terror in her ashen face, despair
in the swift searching glance she cast
over all the scene, as though seeking
for a hiding place or for assistance.
Her dainty dress was torn by the
briers and vine tangles in her heed
less path, but as she made out the
automobile, she ran rapidly to
"Help me!" she panted piteously,
with hands clasped in frantic plead
ing. "Take me away from here
quickly, now!" and she cast a fright
ened, apprehensive glance in the di
rection from which she had come.
A deep sympathy came into the
face of the young man. It was min
gled, however, with the gravity of a'
thoughtful, serious nature.
"I do not understand who are
you?" he' inquired plainly, but in a
tone that invited confidence.
"Please do not delay if you would
save me "
"Prom a fate worse than death!
They are trying to force me to -marry
a man I loathe. ,1 am Anabel Leigh
She needed to say no more. It
seemed as though that name had
magic to inspire within the mind of
David Pierce an instantaneous con
ception of the whole situation. In a
flash he was out of the machine, and
helped the suppliant in and had
sprung to the wheel, all aglow with
activity and 'excitement, and the
"You need say no more which
She pointed away from the direc
tion of the village. Then, with a
great sigh of relief, she sat rigid, vi
brating with suspense and hope com
mingled as the machine started,
They had proceeded nearly ten
miles before either spoke1. Then,
slowing down somewhat, David
Pierce turned a face full of interest