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WHAT TIME BROUGHT r
By Melville Turner Warren
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
The fluttering, blushing bride of an
afternoon gave utterance to a cry of
bewildered joy-and delight as she
stepped across the threshold of the
beautifyl house that assiduous labor
nd love had prepared as her future
'How beautiful!" she breathed ar
dently. "Oh, Elwyn, I never expected
The eyes of Elwyn Borden flushed
with pride and pleasure. He had
proven his deep, lasting love for this
dainty, devoted creature clinging
charmingly to his strong protecting
arm. JHe was glad of his ability to
pay her the homage of wealth, ease
Leila was almost crying with happi
ness as he led her from room to room
of the quint old mansion. At the
time of his father's death it had been
closed. Now it had been renovated
to welcome the young bride.
"My father's favorite room," ex
plained Elwyn, as they entered a
somber apartment. A shadow of re
spectful grief tinged the speaker's
Leila glanced about at the ancient
carvings, the great bookcases, the
numerous cabinets of curios. Her
hand left his arm with a sudden jerk.
Her fair face whitened. Over the fire
place hung an oil painting.
"Who who is that?" she all but
"My father. Why, Leila !" and then
a slight tap at the door and the at
tention of Borden was distracted
from his wife.
"A Mend has called o see you, sir,"
a servant announced. "Mr. Bart
ley." "Ah, I am glad !" cried Elwyn. "My
dearest college chum, Leila. I will
In his boyish enthusiasm over the
arrival of bis old-time chum Borden
hurried from the room, the servant
followed. The door closed after them.
"His father!" panted the bride.
"His father! That man! Oh, what
have I done! What have I done!"
She had fallen to a chair, her eyes
fixed upon the portrait Ob, there
could be no mistake! She had been
shown the photograph of this same
person under distressing circum
stances she had never forgotten.
There was not a face in a million so
"This This Is No Place for Me!" She
Palpitated. peculiarly characteristic and marked.
The prominent chin, the bristling
brows, one eye gone and a criss-cross
scar on one cheek, the mementoes of
a runaway accident
"This this is no place for me!" she
palpitated. "Oh, the mockery of iU
Oh the heartbreak! Father father!
Why has this blighting curse come to
my poor heart!"
She arobe, blinded with tears,, but