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, THE WRONG HEIRESS
By George Elmer Cobb
Roland Dobyns, seated in. a swing
ing chair suspehde4 by chains from
the stout branch of a shady tree,
looked up suddenly from the book he
"Hello!' he hailed, in his usual
good-natured way, "a bombardment,
eh? Where from?"
As he spoke he arose and followed
the rolling motion of a ball that had
land on his bookt glanced off and
"struck the ground. He picked it up.
"A tennis ball," he soliloquized, "and
of course from the house beyond the
trick dividing wall.''
This seemed plausible, for he just
then caught the echo of a mellow,
ringing laugh. The wall was ten feet
high, but Rpland was athletic A vine
helped himnd his shoulders were
level with the top coping as he tossed
the ball back to the young lady who
evidently Bad driven it astray.
' "Oh, thank you," spoke this charm
ing person, and the winning smile and
bright eyes sent a thrill to the lonely
' soul of young Dobyns. He noted that
the companion of the young lady was
an old, faded, nervous-looking lady of
very uncertain age. He wondered at
the strange speculative glance this
person fixed upon him. She was evi
dently the chaperon of the beautiful
angel upon whom his gaze dwelt
rhapsodically. A vine gave way as he
bowed politely and he was ignomini
ously slid back to terra firma, shut
ting out the fair enchanting scene the
tiny ball had won him.
All the rest of that day liis mind lin
gered lovingly over the memory of
the enlivening incident of the day. He
had just taken quarters at the pri
vate residence for a two-weeks' vaca
tion rest The next morning early he
was out in the garden. He stationed
himself so he could command a view
of he house in the next .lot, at least
its upper stories, A fusillade of ten
nis, or even cannon balls, would have
been welcome to break the monotony
of that long morning, for clear up to
noon there was not a sign of life
about the place.
Then after lunch it grew cold and
began to rain. For all that Dobyns
braved discomfort by camping in the
swing chair under the tree.
"Aha"! at last!" he breathed fer
vently, and fixed his eye intently on
A Tennis Ball," He Soliloquized
an open window on the second floor
of the neighboring residence.
A small womanly" hand was waving
a handkerchief. He doubted not it
was the charming girl of the garden.'
Had she. nqt smiled at him? Then
the hand withdrew and seemed to
swing about, and then something
round and white shot through space.
It was dreadfully commonplace and