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" By Myra Evans Borchard
(Copyright, 1916, W. G. Chapman.)
"Happy Water" was thejiame they
gave to the pretty lake at Starville.
The cascade two miles up the river
was known as "Laughing Water."
The designations were not misnom
ers. The town was 20 miles from
any railroad and it had little of mod
ernity to it, therefore its inhabitants
were crude only in the sense of pris
tine artlessness and sterling in integ
rity hence, happy, with laughing,
healthy children and those of a larg
er growth unspoiled and contented.
It was at the picnic at the "laugh
ing water" that Reade Adams met
Judith Trescott It was on Happy
Water, afloat, with the moonlight
softening the pretty scene, that he
told her of his love. He had come
home after six years at college to
meet his fate. There must be a year
of waiting,- his parents had insisted,
until in the big city or at his home
town Reade discovered his mission
Ambition guided him. Reade felt
that he would be worthy of his choice
by making a great name. All the ar
dor and dreams of youth were his.
Judith longed to have him remain in
Starville. She felt both would be the
happier for it in the long run. She
dreaded the thought of that bright
young spirit battling with the trials
and temptations of the magnet me
tropolis. She did not tell Reade this,
however. She had confidence in him
and felt that he should elect his own
It was fortunate that Reade met
Allan Wylie in the city, that they be
came roommates. Wylie was a hard
working, conscientious young man.
For three months he and Reade were
close chums. Then one morning
Wylie was shocked.
"You made some noise getting into
the room last, nieht," he observed to
"Don't blame me!" laughed Reade
recklessly. "It was the 'happy wa
"What do you mean by that,
Adams?" interrogated Wylie gravely.
"Don't you know?" challenged
Reade boisterously. "She fizz. , I
couldn't deny the fellows at the of
fice. It was the birthday of one of
them and I hadn't the heart to spoil
the jovial celebration."
At that moment young Wylie made
no comment, for he saw that Reade
"Yes, He Killed His Man."
was not, in a mood to take advice. It
was the next evening that he took
his comrade to task. Reade was
penitent. He stayed at home for four
consecutive evenings. What tender
letters meanwhile he sent to Judith.
Then he did not come for two nights.
The third day an expressman came
for his trunk and his companionship
with a true friend was broken. A
change in employment sent Wylie to
another city and Reade Adams wag