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By Gertrude Allyn Pearson
(Copyright by-W. G. Chapman)
There were two" lonely, longing
hearts in Reedville and both beat es
pecially in unison. The possessors
of the same were practically prison
ers, beating desperately but in vain
at the cruel bars of fate put up by
Earle Rodney lover Marah Ellis
and she fairly idolized him. He was
twenty and she seventeen. Their
families were wealthy, but the heads
of the same in both business and so
cial relations were at enmity. Mr. El
lis had nipped budding affections in
their incipiency when he discovered
that Marah had engaged herself to
Earle. The father of the latter sat
down upon the glowinghopes of his
impressionable son ponderously.
Marah was kept practically a pris
oner in charge of a vigilant duenna,
pending shipment to some isolated
relative at a distance. Earle was or
dered not to leave home territory un
til he could be fitted out for a trip to
California, which his family hoped
would cure him of his "foolish attach
ment" "Crying her dear eyes out all day
long," was the uniform report made
each evening by the duenna to Mrs.
"Getting glum and at times savage,
I may say, sir," the major-domo of
the Rodney household would say do
lorously to its head as the days
Earle was honorable and kept his
promise not to stray from home ter
ritory. Marah had no chance to
write to her lover. The sighing pair
eimply went on loving more deeply
than ever. The major-domo met the
duenna on the village street one
evening. They had never spoken be
fore. Each knew the special tempo
rary mission of the other, however.
Each felt they had in a measure a
common interest The lady half
smiled. The gentleman half nodded.
Then they came together.
"I suppose you have heard that I
am a cruel ogress," observed Mrs.
"With such a face as you've got
and such gentle, beautiful eyes, you
couldn't be if you wanted to," gal
lantly declared Mr. Dukes, bachelor.
"My heart bleeds for dear Miss
Marah," sniffed Mrs. Faire, squeez
ing a stray tear from one eye.
"Ah, love! sweet, bright love!"
sighed Mr. Dukes, casting a languish-
Wandered About the Home Grounds.
ing look upon his plump and comely
companion. "If young Master Earle
was my son, fine lad that he is, I'd
let him marry whom he wanted to."
"If I wasn't dependent on my po
sition for a livelihood," remarked
Mrs. Faire, "I'd just help that dear
girl to wed the man of her. choice,"
"H'm!" observed Mr. Dukes, muff-