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N Challls Wrandall la found murdered In
road houso near NeW York. Mrs. Wran
dall Is summoned from the city and Iden
tifies tho body. A younjj woman who ac
companied wrandalt to tho Inn and sub
sequently disappeared. Is suspected.
. Mrs. Wrandall starts back for New York
On tna way she meets a. young woman In
the road who proves to be tho woman
. -who killed "Wrandall. Feeling that tho
Klrl had done her a scrvlco In ridding her
of the man who though she loved him
deeply, had cnused her great sorrow.
Mrs. -Wrandall determines to shield her
and, takes her to hor own home. Mrs.
"Wrandall hears tho ntory of Hetty Caa
tleton's llfo. except that portion that re
lates to Wrandall. This and the story of
the tragedy sho forbids tho girl ever to
tell. She offers Hetty a home, friendship
and security from peril on account of the
tragedy. Mrs. Sara Wrandall and Hetty
attend tho funeral of Challls Wrandall at
th,e home of his pnrents. Sara Wrandall
and netty return to New York after an
absence of a year In Europe. Lcbuo
Wrandall. brother of Challls. makes hlm
nfilf useful to Sara and becomes greatly
Interested In Hotty. Sara sees In Les
lie's Infatuntlon possibility for revenge on
tho Wrandalls and reparation for the
wrongs sho suffered at the hands of
Challls Wrandall bv marrying his rau
deress Into tho family. Leslie,. !n com
pany with his friend Brandon Booth, an
artist, visits Sara at her country place.
Iulle confesses to Sara that he Is madly
In love with Hetty. Sara arranges with
Booth to paint a picture of Hotty. Booth
has a haunting feeling that he, has seen
Hetty before. Looking through a port
folio of pictures by an unknown Lngllsh
artist ho finds one of Hetty. Ho speaks
to her about It. Hotty declares U must
be a picture of Hetty Qlynn. an English
actress, who resembles her very much.
Leslie Wrandall becomes Impatient and
Jealous over the oleture painting and de
clares he Is going to propose to Hetty at
the flrst opportunity. Much to his cha
grin Lesllo Is refused by Hotty. Sara,
between whom and Hetty a strong mu
tual affection has grown up. tries to per
suade tho girl that sho should not let tho
tragedy prevent her from marrying.
CHAPTER XI. Continued.
"You do know It, don't you?" ho
vront on.
"I God known I don't want you to
lovo tno. I novor meant that you
- should " ehe was saying, as If to
' "I suppose It's hopeless," ho said
dumbly, as her voice trailed off In a
"Yes, It Is utterly hopeless," she
said, and sho was whlto to the lips.
"I I sha'n't say anything moroV
nald he. "Of course, I understand
how It 1bj There's some ono else, Only
I want you to know that I love you
'with all my soul, Hotty. I I don't
see how I'm going to get on without
you. But I I won't distress you,
. , "Thore Isn't anyone else, Brandon,"
ehe said In a very low voice. Hor An
gers tightened on his In a sort,of, des
'peratlon. "I know what yoti are think
' ing. ' It Isn't Leslie. It never can
be Leslie."
"Then then " ho stammered, tho
blood surging back into his heart
V'thero may bo a chance "
"No, no!" she cried, almost vehe
mently. "I can't let you go on hoping.
"It is wrong so terribly wrong. You
Ij'muBt forgot me. You must "
7 He seized her other hand and hold
them both firmly, masterfully.
,. "Soo hero, my look at mo, dearest!
.What Is wrong? Tell mo! You are
unhappy. Don't bo afraid to tell me.
You you do love mp?"
She drew a long breath through her
half-closed lips. Her eyes darkened
with pain.
"No. I don't lovo you. Oh, I am
bo sqrry to have given you "
Ho was almost radiant. "Tell mo
tho truth." ho cried triumphantly.
"Don't hold anything back, darling.
It there is anything troubling you, let
mo shoulder it. I can I will do any
. thing In tho world for you. Listen:
I know there's a mystery soraqwhere.
I have felt it about you always. I
have seen It In your eyes, I have al
ways sensed It stealing over me when
I'm with you this strange, bewilder
ing atmosphere of "
"Hush! You must not Bay anything
more," she cried out. "I cannot lovo
you. Tbero Is7 nothing moro to be
"But I know It now. You do love
mo. I could shout it to " Tho mis
erable, whipped expression in her eyee
chocked this outburst He was struck
by It, even dismayed. "My dearest
one, my love," he said, with infinite
tenderness, "what Is it? Tell me?"
. He drew her to him. HIb arm went
about her shoulders. The final thrill
a-fV" .... .... ......
ovtno sqj ivu ttui i u itic tvoi
of ocataBy boundod through hie veins.
The feol of hot! Tho wpndorful,
i subtle,, femlnfnp fool of hor! His
b'raln reeled In a new and vast whirl
i oflatoxicatlon.
''J3he sat there very still and unre
sisting, her hand to her lips, uttering
no wo'rd, scarcely breathing. He wait
' ed. ' He gave her time. After a Uttlo
' uJhllA firtr flno-rtr.. utrnvnil in fha ornurn
V ' t her 'limp, rakish panuma. They
. found tho single butpla and drew it
out Tin sm(1tri nn hn nnnhnil thn liAt
HtVay Bd tben presied her dark little
MM walnut n,s breast, H?r blue
l ' - - waj-oi avrlmnilnir
jrTV.-Hi:"" "i". ... ...
Her hand stole upward and carcseod
his brown cheok and throat. Tears of
Joy started In his oyeB tears of ox
qulslto delight.
"Qood God, Hetty, I I can't do
without you,' ho whlspored, shaken
by his passion. "Nothing can como
between us. I must havo you always
llko this." '
"Che earn, sara," sho sighed, llko
tho breath of the summer wind as
it sings in the trees.
Tho minutes passed nnd nolther
spoke. His rapt gaze hung upon tho
glosBy crown that pressed against him
so gently. Ho could not see hor eyes,
but somehow he felt they were tightly
shut, as If In pain.
"I lovo you, Hotty. Nothing can
matter,'' ho whispered at last "Toll
mo what It Is."
She lifted her head and goatly with
drew heraolf from hfs embrace. He
did not opVose hor, noting the sorlous,
almost somber look in her eyes as sho
turned to regard him steadfastly, an
unwavering Integrity of purpose in
their dopths.
Sho had mado up hor mind to tell
him a part of tho truth. "Brandon, I am
Hetty Glynn."
He started, not eo much in surprise
as at the abruptness with which she
mado the announcement
"I havo been sure of It, dear, from
the beginning," ho said quietly.
Then her tonguo was loosed. Tho
words rushed to her lips. "I was
Hawkrlght's model for elx months.
I poecd for all thoso studies, and fojr
tho big canvas In tho academy. It
was cither that or starvation. Oh,
you will hate mo you must hato mo."
He laid his hand on her hair, a
calm smile on his lips. "I can't love
and hato at tho same timo," ho said.
"There was nothing wrong In what
you did for Hawkrlght I am a paint
er, you know. I understand. Does
doea Mrs. Wrandall know all this,?"
"Yes everything. Sho knows and
understands. Sho is an angel, Bran
don, an angel from heaven. But," she
burst forth. "I am not altogether or
sham. I am tho daughter of Colonel
Castleton, and I am cousin of all the
Murgatroyds tho poor relation. It
Isn't as If I wcro tho scum of tho
earth, Is it? I am a Castleton. My
father comes of a noble family. And,
Brandon, tho only thing I'vo evor done
in my life that I nm, really ashamed
of Is the deception I practiced on you
when you brought that magazine to
mo and faced mo with it I did not
He to you. I simply let you bellovo
I was not the tho person you thought
I was. But I deceived you "
"No, you did not decelvo mo," he
said gently. "I read tho truth in your
dear eyes."
"Thore are other things, too. I shall
not speak of them, except to repeat
that I have not dono anything else
In my life that I should bo ashamed
of." Her eyes wero burning with ear
nestness. He could not but understand
what sho meant.
Again he stroked her hair. "I am
euro of that" ho said.
"My mother was Vlfy Glynn, tho
actress. My father, a younger son,
fell In lovo with her. Thoy wcro mar
ried against tho wlBhcs of his father,
who cut him off. Ho was In tho serv
ice, and he was bravo enough to stick.
They went to ono of tho South Afri
can garrisons, and I was born there.
Then to India. Then back to London,
whero an aunt had died, leaving my
father qulto a comfortablo fortune.
But his old frlendB would havo noth
ing to do with him. Ho had lived
well, he had made Hfo a hell for my
mother in thoso frontier posts. Ho de
serted us in tho end, after ho had
squandered tho fortune. My mother
mado no effort to compel him to pro
vide for her or for me. Sho was
proud. She was hurt Today he Is
in India, still In tho service, a mar
tinet with a record for bravery on
tho field of battlo that cannot be
b taken from him, no matter wHat else
may befall. I hear from him onco or
twice a year. That la all I can tell
you about him. My mother dlad three
years ago, after two years of Invalid
ism. During thoso years I tried to
repay her for the sacriflco She had
mado In giving me tho education,
the " Sho choked up for a second,
and then went bravely on. "Her old
manager mado a place for mo In ono
of his companies. I took my mother's
namo, Hetty Glynn, and well, for a
season and a halt I was in tho chorus.
I could not stay there. I could not,"
sho repeated with a shudder, "I gave
it up after my mother's death. I was
fairly well equipped for work as a
children's governess, so I engaged my
self to"
She stopped In dismay, for ho was
"And now do you know what I think
of you, Miss Hotty Glyun?" ho cried,
seizing her hands and regarding her
with a serious, steadfast gleam In .his
eyes. "You are tho pluckiest, sandlost
girl I've over known. You are the
kind that horolnes aro mado of. Thero
Is nothing in what you've told mo that
could in the least alter my regard for
you, except to Incroaso tho love I
thought could be no otrongor. Will
you marry mo, Hotty?"
She Jerked her bands away, and
held them clenched against her breast
"No! I cannot It la impossible,
Brandon, If I loved you less than I
do, I might say yes, but no, it is im
possible." His eyes narrowed. A gray shadow
crept over his face.
"Thero can be only oiio obstaclo so
serious as all that," ho said slowly,
"You you are already marrlod."
"No!' sho cried, lifting her pathotlo
eyes (o his. "It Isri't that' Oh, ploaso
bo good to mo! Don't ask mo to Bay
anything mors. Don't make it hard
for mo, Brandon. I lovo you I lovo
yqu. To b( your wife would bo tho
moat glo.rloM"No, nl I must sjot
6M tit Ink t it -r Mt HHt it out
of Her Hand
"e Barr MCuicheOn
or Goicr&Ann vecunWfo'r: copyc9z sy ' dodd,?;&& COMPAty
ask mo to toll you, for I cannot I I
am so happy In knowing that you lovo
mo, and that you still lovo mo after
I havo told you how mean and shamo
1cb I was in deceiving "
Ho drew her close, nnd kissed hor
full on tho trembling lips. She gasped
and closed hor eyes, lying llko ono In
a swoon. Soft, moaning sounds camo
from hor lips. He could not holp fool
ing a vast pity for her, bIio was so
gentle, eo miserably hurt by some
thing ho could not understand, but
know to bo monumental In ltB power
to oppress.
"Listen, dearest," ho said, after a
long silence; "I understand this much,
at least: you can't talk about it now.
Whatever it Is, it hurts, and God
knows I don't want to mako it worse
for you in this hour whon I am eo
selfishly happy. Timo will show us
tho way- It can't bo insurmountable.
Lovo always triumphs. I only ask
you to repeat those throo Uttlo words,
and I will bo content Say them."
"I lovo you," she murmured.
"There I You aro mlno! Three
little words bind you to mo forever.
I will wait until tho barrier la down.
Then I will tako you."
"Tho barrier grows stronger every
day," eho said, staring out boyond tho
tree-tops at tho scudding clouds. "It
nover can be removed.'
"Some day you will toll me every
thing?" Sho hesitated long. "Yes, before
God, Brandon, I will tell you. Not now,
but some day. Then you will seo
why why I cannot" Sho could not
complete tho sentence.
"I don't bellpvo thero Is anything
you can tell mo that will alter my
feelings toward you," he said firmly.
"Tho barrier may bo insurmountable,
but my lovo is everlasting."
"I can only thank you, dear, and
love you with all my wretched heart"
"You aro not pledged to some ono
"That's all I want to know," ho said,
with a deep breath. "I thought It
might be Leslie."
"No, no!" sho cried out, and ho
caught a noto of horror in Jier voice.
"Does he know this this
thing you can't toll mo?" he demand
ed, a harsh noto of Jealousy In his
Sho looked at htm, hurt by his tone.
"Sara knows." she said. "Thoro Is
"She Doesn't Seem Especially Over
Joyed to See Me."
no one olso. But you aro not to ques
tion hor. I demand It of you."
"I will wait for you to toll mo," he
said gently.
Sara Wrandall Finds the Truth.
Sara had kept the throo Wrandalls
over for luncheon.
"My dear," said Mrs. Redmond
Wrandall, aB sho stood before Hetty's
portrait at tho ond of the long living
room, "I must say that Brandon has
succeeded in catching that lovely little
something that makes her eo what
shall I say? so mysterious? Is that
what I want? The word is as eluslvo
as tho oxpreBSIon."
"Subtle Is the word you want,
mother," said Vivian, standing beside
Leslie, tall, slim and aristocratic, her
hands behind her back, her manner
ono of absolute lndlfferonco. Vivian
was moro than handsome; sho was
"Thore isn't anything subtle about
Hotty," said Sara, with a laugh. "Sho's
qulto Ingonuous."
Leelle was pulling at his mustache,
and frowning slightly. Tho sunburn
on his noso and forehead had begun
to peel off in chappy Uttlo flakes.
"Ripping likeness, though," wbb his
"Oh, perfect," said his mothor.
"Really wondortul. It will mako Bran
don famous."
"She's so healthy-looking," said
Vivian. .
English," remarked Lesllo, as if
thlt covorod everything.
'NonBonBo," cried tho older Mrs,
Wrandall, lifting her lorgnetto again.
"Pure, honost unmlxod blood, that's
what it Is. Thoro la birth in that
girl's face."
"You're always talking about birth,
mother," said her son sourly, as he
hturned away.
"It's a good thing to have," said bis
mother with conviction.
"It's an easy thing to got in Amor
ica," said ho, pulling out his cigarette
It was then that Sara prevailed upon
thorn to stop for luncheon. "Hetty al
ways takes these long walks in tho
morning, and eho will bo disappointed
it Bhe l)nds you haven't waited"
"Oh, as for that" began Leslie and
stopped, but ho could pot have bcaa
.litold If ho had utter0ditaa sera
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bring her homo with you?"askod Sara,
as thoy moved oft in tho direction it
tho porch.
"Sho seemed to bo taking Brandy
out for his morning oxorciso," said ho
surlily. "Far bo It from mo to
Sara repressed tho start of surprise.
She thought Hotty was alono.
"Sho will bring him in for lunchoon,
I suppose," she said carelessly, al
though tbero was a slight contraction
of tho eyollds. "Ho la a privileged
It was long past tho luncheon hour
whon Hetty camo In, flushed and
warm. Sho was alone, nnd she had
boon walking rapidly.
"Oh, I'm sorry to bo so late," she
apologized, darting a look of anxiety
at Sara. "Wo grow careless with
time. Am I shockingly lato?"
Sho was shaking hands with Mrs.
Redmond Wrandall as she spoko. Les
llo and Vivian stood by, rigidly await
ing their turn. Nolthor appeared to
bo especially cordial.
"What is tho passing of an hour,
my dear," said tho old lady, "to ono
who Is young and can sparo it?"
"I did not expect you I moan to
say, nothing was said about luncheon,
was there, Sara?" Sho was In a
pretty state of confusion.
"No," said Leslie, breaking In; "wo
butted In, that's all. How aro you?"
Ho clasped her hand and bent over it
Sho woa regarding him with slightly
dilated eyes. He misinterpreted tho
steady scrutiny. "Oh, it will all peel
off In a day or two," ho explained, go
ing a shade redder.
"When did you roturn?" she asked.
"I thought tomorrow was "
"Lesllo nover has any tomorrows,
Miss Castloton," explained Vivian.
"Ho always does tomorrow'e work
today. That's why ho never has any
troubles ahead of him."
"What rot!" exclaimed Leslie.
"Where Is Mr. Booth?" Inquired
Sara. "Wouldn't he como in, Hetty?"
"I I didn't think to ask him to
stop for luncheon,' sho repllod, and
then hurried off to hor room to make
herself presentable
Hetty was in a stato of nervous ex
citomeut during the luncheon. Tho
encounter with Booth had not resulted
at all as sho had fancied It would. She
had betrayed herself In a most discon
certing manner, and now was more
deeply Involved than evor boforo. Sho
had been determined at tho outset,
ehe had failed, and now he had a
claim an Incontestable claim against
hor. She found It difficult to meet
Sara's steady, questioning gazo. Sho
wanted to bo alono.
After lunchcou, Lesllo drew Sara
"I must say sho doesn't seem espe
cially overjoyed to seo me," ho
growled. "She's as cool as ice."
"What do you expect, Leslie?" ehe
demanded with some asperity.
"I can't stand this much longer,
Sara," ho said. "Don't you seo how
things are going? She's losing hor
heart to Booth."
"I don't see how wo can prevent
"By gad, I'll havo another try at
it tonight I say, has sho said any
thing?" "She pities you," she said, a ma
licious Joy In her soul. "That's akin
to something else, you know."
"Confound It all, I don't want to bo
"Then I'd advise you to defor your
'try' at if she remarked.
"I'm mad about her, Sara. I can't
sleep, I can't think, I can't yes, I can
eat, but It doesn't tasto right to me.
I've Just got to havo It settled. Why,
peoplo are beginning, to notlco tho
change In mo. Thoy say all sorts of
things. About my liver, and all that
sort of thing. I'm going to settle It
tonight It's been nearly three weeks
now. Sho'e surely had timo to think
It over; how much better everything
will be for her, and all that. She's
no fool, Sara. And do you know what
Vivian's doing this very instant over
thero in tho corner? Sho's inviting
hor to spend a fortnight over at our
place. It she cornea woll, that means
the ongagement will bo announced at
Sara did not marvel at his assur
ance in tho faco of what had gone be
fore. Sho knew him too well. In spite
of tho original rebuff, ho was thor
oughly satisfied in his own mind that
Hetty Castloton would not be such a
fool aB to refuse him tho second time.
"It is barely possible, Lesllo," she
said, "that she may consldor Brandon
Booth quite as good a catch as you,
and infinitely better looking at the
present moment"
"It's this beaBtly sunburn," ho la
mented, rubbing his noso gently, think
ing first of his person. An Instant
later ho was thinking of tho other
half of tho declaration. "That's Just
what I've been afraid of," ho Bald. "I
told you what would happon if thai
portrait, nonsenso went on forovor. It's
your fault, Sara.'1
"But I havo reaaon to bellovo she
will not accopt him, it it goes so far
as that You aro qulto safo la that
"Gad, I'd hato to risk, if ha mut
tered. "I havo a feeling aho'a in lovo
with him."
Vivian approached. "Sara, you must
let me have MIsa Cas'tloton for tho
first two weeks in July," sho said so
ronely. "I can't do It, Vivian," Bold tho other
promptly. "I can't bear the thought
of being alono In this big old barn
of a place NIco ot you to want her,
"Oh, don't bo selfish, Sara," criod
,lYou don't know how much I de
pend on her," said Sara.
"I'd ask you oyer, too, doar, If thero
weron't so many others coming. I
don't know whoro wo'ro going to put
thm. You und-ersUkd. don't jou?"
"I say, Sara," broko In Lesllo, "you
could go up to Bar Harbor with the
Williamsons at that time. Tell her
about tho invitation, Vlvio."
"It lBR't necessary," said Sara cold
ly. "I scarcely know tho William
sons." Sho hesitated an Instant and
then went on with sardonic dismay:
"They're In trade, you know."
"That's nothing agalnst 'em," pro
tested he. "Awfully ' Jolly peoplo
really ripping. Ain't they, Vlv?"
"I don't know thorn woll enough to
say," said Vivian, turning away. "I
only know we're all snobs of the worst
"Just a mlnuto, Viv," ho called out
"What does Miss Castloton say about
coming?" It was nn eager question.
Much depended on tho reply.
"I haven't asked her," Bald his sis
tor succinctly. "How could I, without
flrst consulting Sara?"
"Then you don't Intend to ask hor?"
"Certainly not"
After tho Wrandalls had departed,
Sara took Hotty off to hor room. Tho
girl know what was coming.
"Hetty," said tho older woman, fac
ing hor after sho had closed tho door
of her boudoir, "what Is going on be
tween you and Brandon Booth? I
must havo the truth. Are you doing
anything foolish?"
"FoollBh? Heaven help mo, no!
It It is a tragedy," cried Hetty, meet
ing hor gazo with ono of utter despair.
"What has happened? Tell me!"
"What am I to do, Sara darling?
Ho ho has told mo that he ho "
"Loves you?"
"And you havo told him that his
lovo is returned?"
'"I couldn't help It. I was carried
away. I did not mean to let him seo
that I "
"You are such a novice in tho busi
ness of love," said Sara sneerlngly.
"You aro In tho habit of being carried
away, I fear."
"Oh, Sara!"
"You must put a stop to all this
at onco. How can you think of marry
ing him, Hotty Glynn? Send him"
"I do not intend to marry him," said
the girl, suddenly calm and dignified.
"I am to draw but ono conclusion,
I eupposo," said the other, regarding
tho girl intently.
"What do you mean?"
"Is It necessary to ask that ques
tion?" The puzzled expression remained In
tho girl's eyes for a time, and then
slowly gavo way to ono of absolute
"How daro you suggest such a
thing?" sho cried, turning pale, then
crimson. "How dare you?"
Sara laughed shortly. "Isn't tho In
feronco a naturaj ono? You are for
getting yourself."
"I understand," said the girl, through
pallid lips. Her eyes wero dark with
pain and misery. "You think I am al
together bad." Sho drooped percept
ibly. "You went to Burton's inn," senten
tlously. "But, Sara, you must believe mo.
I did not know ho was married. For
God's sake, do mo tho Justice to"
"But you went there with him," in
sisted tho other, her eyes hard as
stool. "It doesn't matter whether ho
was married or free. You went"
Hetty throw herself upon hor com
panion's breast and wound her strong
arms about her.
"Sara, Sara, you must let me ex
plain you must let mo tell you every
thing. Don't stop mo! You havo re
fused to hear my plea "
"And I still refuBo;" cried Sara,
throwing her off angrily. "Good God,
do you think I will listen to you? If
you utter another word, I will
strangle you!"
Hetty shrank back, terrified. Slowly
sho moved backward In the direction
of tho door, never taking her eyes
from tho impassioned face of her pro
tector. "Don't, Sara, pleaBO don't!" sho
Horrible Discovery by Mrs. Flint Had
Considerably Disturbed Her
Ellen Torry, tho famous English
actress, tells this story:
"Mrs. Flint camo homo from n call
ono day In such a disturbed condition
that It was evident that tears wore
not far In tho onokground. Her hus
band gazod at hor Inquiringly for a
momont but she made haste to ex
plain boforo ho could udvanco any
"'Will,' said sho, I am bo morti
fied that I don't know what to do!
"'What's up, Uttlo ono?' Mr. Flint
inquired flippantly.
"I havo Just, beon calling on Mrs.
Boutello. You know 'hor husband,
Major Boutello?'
" 'Yob.
"Well, I Just learned today that
"Major" Isn't his tlttlo at all. 'Major"
Is his flrst namo.'
"'Why, Buro it Is. I'vo always
known that What Is thoro so morti
fying about It?'
"'Nothing,' Mrs. Flint answered,
with a groan, 'only that I'vo boon
calling him "Major" ovory timo I'vo
mot htm for tho last six years!'"
Good Reason.
William J. Burns, at a banqutt in
NAw York, told a number ot dotoctlve
stories. "And thou thero was Lccoq'
aid Mr., Burns. "L-icoq, lato one
ntffTBt- -wis nursulne his homeward
;way (wk, fnwa a dark, mystertoua-
ii fiififT""7 an ' iiV1 - 'M"",MF,erryl
t bogged. "Don't look at mo llko that!
I promise I promise. Forgive me! I
would not give you an instant's pain
for all tho world. You would suffer,
you would"
Sara suddenly put her hands over
her eyes. A single moan escaped hor
lips a hoarso gasp of pain.
"Dearest!" cried Hotty, springing to
her side.
Sara throw hor head up and met hor
with a cold, repelling look.
"WaitHsko commanded. "Tho timo
has como whon you should know what
Is in my mind, and has been for
months. It concerns you. I expect
you to marry Lesllo Wrandall."
Hotty stopped short
"How can you Jest with mo, Sara?"
sho cried, suddenly Indignant.
"I am not Jesting," said Sara lev
oily. "You you really mean what you
"If You Utter Another Word, I Will
Strangle You!"
havo Just said?" The puzzled look
gave way to ono of revulsion. A great
shuddor ewopt over hor.
"Lesllo Wrandall must pay his
brother's debt to you."
"My God!" fell from the girl's stiff
lips. "You you must bo going mad
Sara laughed softly. "I have meant
it almost from the beginning," she
said. "It camo to my mind tho day
that Challls was burled. It has never
beon out of It for an Instant since that
day. Now you understand."
If she expected Hetty to fall Into
a flt of weeping, to collapse, to plead
with her for mercy, she was soon to
And heuelf mistaken. The girl
straightened up suddenly and met her
gazo with ono in which thero was tho
flerco'determlnation. Her eyes were
steady, her bosom heaved.
"And I havo loved you so devotedly
so blindly," sho said, in low tones
of ecorn. "You havo been hating mo
all these months whllo I thought you
were loving me. What a fool I havo
beon! I might havo known. You
couldn't lovo me."
"When Lesllo asks you tonight to
marry him, you are to say that you
will do so," said Sara, betraying no
sign of having heard the bitter words.
"I shall refuse, Sara," said Hetty,
every vestige of color gono from her
"Thero is an alternative," an
nounced the other deliberately,
"You will expose mo to him? To
his family?"
"I shall turn you over to them, to
lot them do what they will with you.
If you go ae his wife, tho secret Is
safe. If not, thoy may havo you a3
you really are, to destroy, to annihi
late. Take your choice, my dear."
"And you, Sara?" asked tho girl qui
otly. "What explanation will .you
have to offer for all theso months of
Hor companion stared. "Has tho
prospect no terror for you?"
garden, he heard loud shouts and
roars of: 'Murder! Oh, hoavens!
Holp! You'ro killing mo! Murder 1
"It was tho work of an Instant for
Lecoq to vault tho crumbling fence,
tear through tho weedy garden, and
thunder at tho door of tho mysterious
"A young girl appeared.
'"What's wanted?' she askod po
litely. " 'I heard dreadful crlos and yells,'
pantod Lecoq. 'Tell mo what Is
"Tho young girl bluahod and an
swered with an ombarrassod air:
" 'Well, air, if you must know(ma's
putting a patch on pa's trousors and
he's got 'em on.'"
Go Deeper for Plumbago.
In the plumbago district of Ceylon
the supply near tho Burfnco has boon
practically exhausted, and the mlne
ownora In going doepor aro confronted
with the water problem, which thoy
now recognlzo means tho installation
of modern machinery, including pow
erful pumps. Tho picturesquo will bo
coma a matter of memory, for buckets
and hand pumps operated by coollo la
bor will bo discarded. Plumbago is
tho most important mineral export
from Ceylon, and moro than halt ot
tho total output comos to tho United
Each a Law Unto 'Himself.
Men aro like trees; ech ono must
put forth tho teat that .Is croated is
him. Education hi only llko good cil
turei'lt cusraawthe slxeibut not to.
Ulomes are expensiei
rubbing wears theml
out quickly stop rum
bing use RUB-NO?a
kills germs. Prevents-;
sickness. "Naptha"jj
cleans instantly.!
Saves clothes saves
money saves you.
SOAP should also
bo used to wash
tho finest fabric. It
purifies tho linens. '
Makes it sweet and
sanitary. ItdoesnoJ '
need hot water.
Carbo Disinfects Nap tha Cleans
Caxbo Naptha Soap Washing Powder
Five Cents All Grocers
The Rub-No-Morc Co.. Ft.Wayne.Ind.
DAISY FLY KILLER g;s? ,?; ffi
filai. NMt, ceaa, or
namtntal. conr.nl.nL
cbc.p. laid l
ntiia. M.d. t '
ereri will not .oil or
Injur, anything.
Ouarmnted efftlT.
ami raid for 11.001
HAROLD BOMEES, ISO DtKalb At.., BrWUril, V. T.
Don't Persecute
Your Bowels
Cut out cathartics and purgatives. They art
unuaj, naisn, unnecessary, i QVb
Purely vegetable.
gently on the liver.
eliminate bile, ana .
soothe the delicate
bowel. Curt
Sick Heil.
ehe and IndlfesUon, 11 mlllioni know.
Genuine must bear Signature
A hully Is a man who Is alwayB
wanting to fight some other man half
his size.
Dr. Pierce's Pellets, rnnall, sugar-coated,
easy to take as candy, renuate and invig
orate stomach, liver ond bowels and cure
constipation. Adv.
Natural Repulsion.
"MIss Prim says she can't got tho
'rats' to stay properly in her hair."
"No wonder; sho's such a cat." '
The Right Way.
Treat these children in the homeo
pathic way."
"Why, handling thd Jjds,a-Iih.
His Motive.
"Jim gives his wlfo a lot for pin
"That's because ho's so stuck on
Proof Irrefutable.
Wife Doar, whoro aro you going
to send mo this summer?
Husband To tho Thousand Isles,
and as proof of my affection I will
let you spend avmonth on each one of
Sure He Wouldn't.
"Dear, dear! Did that grocery man
wrap up that bread In a newspaper?"
"Yes, but romeraber If ho knew what
to put into a newspaper ho wouldn't
bo working at the grocery business."
Robbers Work a Clever Scheme.
A few days ago a suburban friend
received by post two tickets for a.pop
ular play. "You will nover guess who
sonds you these," ran tho anonymous
note accompanying thom, "but go and
havo a good timo."
They obeyed, enjoyed themselves
immensely, and returned home to llnd
thoir houso ransacked. London!
Chronicle. j
Toastie , ' llSI
A Winner!
Every day many are findinl
out that
arc different from other "rei
to. eat" foods. It's In
Toaatics ore carefil
cookcu duu ot cnoiccst inn
corn toasted to on nppetl
golden-brown crispness.
Care and time in tool
and the delicate flavj
make his crisp corn-fool
Posl; Toastlcs ready
from the sealed pal
with I
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