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iction from the dramatic thrill of
iheir hostile encounter.
"Won't you forgive me for saying
that?" Arnold was pleading.
"I don't know that-lean," answer
ed the girl. "To call mother a
"I didn't say she was a snob, Miss
Sefton" he had by now learned that
much. "I said Flood said she was. I
am sure she isn't"
"Why not?" demanded the girl.
"Because of you."
"Because because " stammered
Kittennouse; and then, all at once a
chilling thought came over him. Here
Here he was chatting away with Miss
Rita Sefton like an old friend, while
poor Freddy, who loved her to distrac
tion, was eating out his heart in the
Adirondacks, all ignorant of the sit
uation. "I think I had better send a wire
to Freddy, telling him you are here,"
he said, after turning aside the ques
tion as gracefully as he was able.
"You know," he added, "he has told
me all about you."
"Yes?" inquired the girl, a little
"And he will be so glad to know
that that you haven't "
She rescued him adroitly from this
dangerous ground. "That I haven't
married the earl?" she asked.
"Yes. Forgive me, but, being Fred
dy's friend, I was naturally interested.
Freddy is the best fellow in the world,
Miss Sefton, and I hope you will be
very happy together."
"I am not going to marry Mr. Fred
Holmes," answered the girl, coloring.
"I don't see why you should make
such insinuations as that. I can't help
it if he is eating his heart out for me,
as I think you phrased it"
Silence. Rittenhouse was dumb
founded. He did not see the sly
glance the girl stole at him from un
der her long lashes until
Until she raised her head and said
softly: "I am not Rita Sefton."
Not Rita Sefton. At first Ritten
house only looked at her with so mel
ancholy a visage that her heart smote
her. Then he understood.
"You are Miss Beth?" he cried.
"Well, you've hit it at last," she an
swered. "And I knew who you were
the moment you mentioned Freddy's
name. So we can let the telephone
wait until morning And you can for
give me for turning you out of your
apartment? You see, I didn't know
mother had rented it. I was at Vas
sar, in my last term, and then I stay
ed with friends at Huntington, and
and mother simply said she had clos
ed the place. I came up to town be
cause I had a letter from Rita."
"Announcing her engagement,"
said Rittenhouse. "Poor Freddy!"
"No, telling me that mother is en
gaged to marry the earl's brother,
and asking me to let Freddy know
she loved him!"
That was an excuse for Ritten-
house to shake his fair companion's
hand enthusiastically. And be held
it a little longer than was strictly
necessary, because well, they were
both so delighted, and then, each saw
the possibility of something more
personally romantic as a not too dis
HERE'S A MONEY-SAVER! TRY IT!
With the price of gloves, "going,
going, gone," we will have to resort
to every plan possible to keep those
in our possession in fine condition.
A soiled pair of white kid gloves
may be successfully cleaned at home.
Place them in glass fruit jar fill half
full of gasoline of a good grade.
Shake gloves until gloves look
clean, if there are any spots that fail
to yield, remove gloves from gaso
line and rub these spots with any
good white soap; return to jar and
When taken from jar smooth out
fingers and thumbs and keep rubbing
gently until dry, and they will be as
soft and clean as if sent to cleaner.
Allow gasoline to settle, and drain
off clear part to be used again.