ks- u uli L ii-TnpMHHMMMi r " W 7t n VM. jSTpj - A REAL LOVE By Myrtle Baird Webster (Copyright by W. G. Chapman) Peter Lowden-was a disappointed man. He had beerisix months in the United States and half that time in Chicago, and it seemed as though that period had been set aside by some cruel destiny as a special pur gatorial test for his stanch spirit "I'm weann' awa' for a sight of auld Scotch heather bloom," he sighed as from a deep, dark pit of penury and discouragement. "And Jessie! " That was where honest loyal Pe ter's heart pinched hardest. He could philosophize calmly over high hopes quickly blasted as to sudden wealth and position in '"the new far coun trie." He was content with a dish of weak brose and an occasional fin nan haddie but Jessie, light of his heart! How he had hoped to wed his pretty modest fiancee and "busk her fine i' silken gown and siller ha' to spare," and now "the braw moon" glistened o'er a weary city street, Peter penniless and hopeless, and Jessie lost! It had come about strangely. She, an orphan, had left the little town where both had been born a few months in advance of Peter. She had written him as agreed only once, to furnish him with the penciled address of the home in Chicago where she had found employment as a lady's maid. Armed with this, Peter started to try his own fortunes in America and to be near his future bride. For three months in New York Pe ter wore out shoes and patience look ing for work. Finally he saved up enough to pay his fare to Chicago. He was crossing the ferry to take the train at Jersey City when an unfor tunate outcast, a woman passenger, jumped overboard in a desperate at tfimnt. at. siiirjrif Ppfpr hravolv leaped after and rescued her. He was damp and uncomfortable the 1 first stage of his train journey. Then came the appalling discovery that his soaking in the river had blurred out the precious penciled ad dress that was his only clew to Jessie. Then came a month in Chicago, where'the inexperienced lad patroled the city streets, 'seeking the lady of his love, to meet with bitter, utter disappointment He spent his last dollar advertising for her without re sult He finally gave up the disheart ening quest. Peter shuddered when "What Else Are Ye but a Fine Whistlpr?" he recalled the wretched woman on the ferry boat. Then again, Jessie might be dead, or wedded to anoth er. All Peter could 1I0 now was to try and keeD bodv and soul tne-ethpr through odd jobs. At home he had mastered the baker's trade, but his specialty lay in Scotch edibles only, and nobody seemed to want such fare at American-restaurants. Now, this especial bleak evening