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THE FAITHFUL SOUL
By George Elmer Cobb
(Copyright, 1917, W. G. Chapman.)
"And what about your past?"
"She doesn't know anything about
"But is sure to in time."
"She will have to stand the shock,
then, as other women have done.
Really, the little beauty has be
witched me! There is no way for me
but to sail under false colors."
"You unmitigated villain!"
It was not one of two engaged in
conversation who uttered the last
words. They were spoken under his
breath by Ward Evans. He was seat
ed in one of those old-fashioned
booths or partitioned-off compart
ments of an old-fashioned restau
rant in Rockton. He had overheard
a specious pair disclose a villainous
plot in the next stall. One was its
mceptor, a graceless criminal. The
other was indifferently in harmony
with the plans and principles of his
The former was Bryce Williard, ex
convict, bigamist, devoid of respect
ability and honor and boasting o a
prospective rendezvous with a fair
young girl to who he had taken a
passing fancy. He had spoken her
name and it conveyed a certain in
telligence to Evans. He knew its
owner casually. He was interested
to the extent that she was about to
become the guileless victim of a vil
lain and all his sense of manhood was
stirred within him.
His life held little of hope or com
fort, for he was an invalid and had
been for years. Money and social
eminence at his command, existence
had become vapid, profitless, well
night unendurable. He was no phys
ical match for the burly scoundrel
who was about to elope with the
daughter of a humble resident ofs
Rockton, yet Evans was resolved to
thwart him. He hurried from the
It was quite dusk and it was with
in half an hour that Williard had ar
ranged to meet Lilias Deane at a cer
tain spot at the edge of the town.
Evans proceeded in its direction. He
consulted his watch and calculated
that he would reach the place in ad
vance of Williard. He was none too
strong, however, and his gait became
lagging and slow under the strain of
the unusual exercise. Half an hour
later he entered a little grove. Look
ing back he saw Williard a few hun-
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"Really, the Little Beauty Has Be
dred yards behind him. Looking
ahead he made out the girl Lilias, a
satchel in her hand, shrinking to the
shelter of a great tree.
He lifted his hat as they neared her
and she bowed in return in a flutter
ing, embarrassed way. He halted.
The moyement was unexpected on
the part of the girl. Casually several
times in the past he had thus recog
nized her, but they had never spoken.
He spoke now.
"Miss Deane," he said hurriedly.