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"Shall we try a few effects, Miss
Castle ton?" he Inquired, after a period
of constraint that had Its effect on
both of them.
"I am in your hands," she said aim.
made suggestions. She fell into
the position so easily, so naturally, so
effectively, that he put aside all previ
ous doubts and blurted out:
"You have posed before, Miss Cas
tleton." She smiled frankly. "But not for
a really truly portrait," she said.
"Such aB this is to be."
He hesitated on Instant "I think
I recall a canvas by Maurice Hawk
right," he said, and at once experienc
ed a curious sense of perturbation. It
was not unlike fear.
Instead of betraying the contusion
or surprise he expected, Miss Castle
ton merely raised her eyebrows in
quiringly. "What has that to do with me, Mr.
Booth?" she asked.
He laughed awkwardly.
"Don't you know his work?" he In
quired, with a slight twist of his lip.
"I may have seen his pictures," she
replied, puckering her brow as If in
reflection. "Oh," she cried, with a
bright smile of understanding. "I see!
Yes, I have a double a really remark
able double. Have you never seen Het
ty Glynn, the actress?"
"I am sure I have not," he said, tak
ing a long breath. It was one of re
lief, he remembered afterward. "If
she is so like you as all that, I couldn't
have forgotten her."
"She is quite unknown, I believe
she went on, ignoring the implied com
pliment "A chorus girl, or something
like that They say she is wonderfully
like me or was, at least, a few years
He was silent for a few minutes,
studying her face and figure with the
critical eye of the artist. As he turn
ed to the canvas with his craon point,
he remarked, with an unmistakable
note of relief in his voice:
"That explains everything. It must
Tiave been Hetty Glynn who posed for
all those things of Hawkright's."
"I dare say," said she indifferently.
The Ghost at the Feast
The next day he appeared bright
and early with his copy of the Studio.
"There," he said, holding It before
her eyes. She took it from his hand
and stared long and earnestly at the
"Do you think it like me?" she in
quired innocently.
"Amazingly like you," he declared
with conviction.
She turned the page. He was watch
ing her closely. As she looked upon
the sketches of the half-nude figure a
warm blush covered her face and
neck. She did not speak for a full
minute, and he was positive that her
He Was Watching Her Closely.
'Angers tightened their grasp on the
"The same model," he said quietly.
She nodded her head.
"Hetty Glynn, I am sure," she said,
after a pause, without lifting her eyes.
Her voice was low, the words not very
He drew a long breath, and she look
ed up quickly. What he saw in her
honest blue eyes convicted her.
Sara Wrandall came Into the room
at that moment. Hetty hastily closed
the magazine and held it behind her.
Booth bad intended to show the re
production to Mrs. Wrandall, but the
girl's behavior caused him to change
his mind. He felt that he possessed
a Becret that could not be shared with
Sara Wrandall, then or afterward.
Moreover, he decided that he would
not refer to the Hawkright pictures
again unless the girl herself brought
up the subject All this flashed through
his mind as bo stepped forward to
greet the newcomer.
v When he. turned again to Hetty, the
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magazine rtaa disappeared. He never
saw It afterward, and, what Is more to
the point, he never asked her to pro-,
. duce it. . I
I He thought hard over the situation.
I The obvious solution came to him:
She had been at ono time reduced to
the necessity of posing, a circumstance
evidently known to but few and least
, of all to Sara Wrandall, from whom
the girl plainly meant to keep the
i truth. This conviction distressed him, '
but not in the way that might have
been expected. He had no scruples
about sharing the secret or In keeping
it Inviolate; his real distress lay In '
the fear that Mrs. Wrandall might
hear of all this from other and per
haps ungentle sources. As for her pos
ing for Hawkright, It meant little or
nothing to him. In his own experience,
two girls of gentle birth had served as
models for pictures of his own mak
ing, and he fully appreciated the ext- ,
gencies that had driven them to it
One had posed In the "altogether."
She was a girl of absolutely Irre
proachable character, who afterward
married a chap he knew very well,
and who was fully aware of that short
phase in her life. That feature of the
situation meant nothing to htm. Ho
was in no doubt concerning Hetty. She
was what she appeared to be: A gen
tlewoman. He admitted to himself that he was
under the spell of her. It was not
love, he was able to contend; but
It was a mysterious appeal to some
thing within him that had never re
vealed Itself before. He couldn't
quite explain what it was. I
In hiB solitary hours at the cottage
on the upper road, he was wont to
take his friend Leslie Wrandall Into
consideration. As a friend, was It not
his duty to go to him with his sordid
little tale? Was It right to let Wran
dall go on with his wooing when there
existed that which might make all the
difference in the world to him? He
Invariably brought these deliberations
to a close by relaxing Into a grim smile
of amusement, as much as to say:
"Serve him right, anyway. Trust him
to sift her antecedents thoroughly.
He's already done it, and he is quite
satisfied with the result. Serve them
all right for that matter." i
But then there was Hetty Glynn.
What of her? Hetty Glynn, real or
mythical, was a disturbing factor in
his deductions. If there was a real
Hetty Glynn and she was Hetty Cas
tleton's double, what then?
On the fifth day of a series of rather
prolonged and tedious sittings, he was
obliged to confine his work to an hour
and a half in the forenoon. Mrs. Wran
dall was having a few friends in for
auction-bridge Immediately after lunch
eon.. She asked him to play over and
take a hand, but he declined. He did
not play bridge. i
Leslie was coming out on an evening
train. Booth, in commenting on this,
again remarked a sharp change in Het
ty's manner. They had been convers
ing somewhat bouyantly up to the mo
ment he mentioned Leslie's Impending
visit. In a flash her manner changed.
A quick but unmistakable frown suc
ceeded her smiles, and for some rea
son she suddenly relapsed Into a stats
of reserve that was little short of sul
len. He was puzzled, as he bad been
before. i
The day waB hot. Sara volunteered
to take him home in the motor. An
errand In the village was the excuse
she gave for riding over with him.
Heretofore she had sent him over
alone with the chauffeur.
She looked very handsome, very
tempting, as she came down to the
car ,
"By Jove," he said to himself, "she
is wonderful!"
He handed her Into the car with the
grace of a courtier, and sho smiled
jpon him serenely, as a princess might
have smiled In the days when knight
hood was In flower. I
When she sat him down at his little
garden gate, he put the question that
had been seething in his mind all the I
way down the shady stretch they had
traversed. i
"Have you ever seen Hetty Glynn,
the English actress?" j
Sara was always prepared. She knew
the question would come when least
expected. I
"Oh, yes," she replied, with inter-'
est "Have you noticed the resem
blance? They are as like as two peas
in a pod. Isn't it extraordinary?"
He was a hit staggered. "I have
never seen Hetty Glynn," he replied.
"Oh? You have seen photographs
of her?" sho Inquired casually.
"What has become of her?" he ask
ed, Ignoring her question. "Is she still
on the stage?"
"Heaven knows," she replied lightly.
"Miss Castleton and I were speaking
of her last night We were together
the last time I saw her. Who knows?
She may have married into the nobili
ty by this time. She was a very poor
actress, but the loveliest thing in the
world excepting our Hetty, of
It he could have seen the troubled
look in her eyes as sho was whirled
off to the village, ho might tiot have
gono about the cottage with such a
blithesome air. He was happier than
he had been in days, and all because of
Hetty Glynn I
Leslie Wrandall did not nrrlvo by
the evening train. He telephoned late
In the afternoon not to Hetty but to
Sara, to say that ho was unavoidably
detained and would not leavo New
York until tho next morning. Some
thing In his voice, in his manner of
speaking, disturbed her. She went to
bed that night with two sources of un
easiness threatening her peace of
mind. She scented peril.
The motor met him at tho station
and Sara was waiting for him in tho
cool, awning-covered verandah as ho
drove up. There was a sullen, dissat
isfied look In his face. She was stretch
ed out comfortably, lazily, in a great
chaise-lounge, her black little slippers
peeping out at him with perfect aban
donment "Hello," he said shortly. She gave
him her hand. "Sorry I couldn't get
out last night." He shook her hand
rather ungraciously.
"We missed you," she said. "Pull up
a chair. I was never so lazy as now.
Dear me, I am afraid I'll get stout and
"Spring fever," he announced. He
was plainly out of sorts. "I'll stand. It
you don't mind. Beastly tiresome, sit
ting In a hot, stuffy train."
He took a couple of turns across the
porch, his eyes shifting in the eager,
annoyed manner of ene who seeks for
something that, in the correct order of
things, ought to be plainly visible.
"Please sit down, Leslie. You make
me nervous, tramping about like that.
We can't go in for half an hour or
"Can't go in?" he demanded, stop
ping before her. He began to pull at
his little moustache.
"No. Hetty's posing. They won't
permit even me to disturb them."
He glared. With n final, almost dra
matic' twist he gave over Jerking at
his moustache, and grabbed up a chair,
which he put down beside her with a
vchemance that spoke plainer than
"I say," he began, scowling in the
direction of the doorway, "how long Is
he going to be at this silly Job?"
"Silly Job? Why, it is to be a mas
terpiece," sho cried.
"I asked you how long?"
"Oh, how can I tell? Weeks, per
haps. One can't prod a genius."
"It's all tommy-rot," he growled.
"I suppose I'd better take the next
train back to town."
"Don't you like talking with me?"
she inquired, with a pout.
"Of course I do," he made haste to
say. "But do you mean to say they
won't let anybody in where Oh, I
say! This Is rich!"
"Spectators upset the muse, or
words to that effect."
He stared gloomily at his cigarette
case for a moment. Then he carefully
selected a cigarette and tapped it on
the back of bis band.
"See here, Sara, I'm going to get
this off my chest," he said bluntly.
"I've been thinking It over all week.
I don't like this portrait painting non
sense." "Dear me! Didn't you suggest it?1
she Inquired innocently, but all the
time her heart was beating violent
time to the song of triumph.
He was Jealous. It was what s"he
wanted, what she had hoped for all
along. Her purpose now was to en
courage the ugly flame that tortured
him, to fan It Into fury, to make It un
endurable. She know him well: His
supreme egoism, could not withstand
an attack upon Its complacency. Like
all the Wrandalls, he had the habit
of thinking too well of himself. He
possessed a clearly-defined sense of
humor, but it did not begin to include
self-sacrifice among Its endowments.
He had never been able to laugh at
himself for the excellent reason that
some things were truly sacred to him.
She realized thlB, and promptly
laughed at him. He stiffened.
"Don't snicker, Sara," he growled.
He took time to light his cigarette, and
at the same time to consider his an
swer to hr question. "In a way, yes.
I suggested a tori of portrait, of
course. A sketchy thing, something
like that, you know. But not an all
summer operation."
"But she doesn't mind," explalnefd
Sara. "In fact, she is enjoying it She
and Mr. Booth get on famouBly to
gether." "She likes him, eh?"
"Certainly. Why shouldn't she like
him? He is adorable."
He'threw his cigarette over the rail
ing. "Comes here every day, I sup
pose?" "My dear Leslie, he Is to do me as
soon as he has finished with her. I
don't like your manner."
"Oh," he said In a dull sort of won
der. No one had ever cut him short
In Just that way before. "What's up,
Sara? Have I done any thing, out of
the way?"
"You are very touchy, it seems to
"I'm sore about this confounded por
trait monopoly."
"I'm sorry, Leslie. I suppose you
will have to give In, however. We are
three to one against you Hetty, Mr.
Booth and I."
"I see," he said, rather blankly,
Then he drew his chair closer. "See
here, Sara, you know I'm terribly keen
about her. I think about her, I dream
about her, I oh, well, here it Is In a
nutshell: I'm In love with her. Now
do you understand?"
"I don't see how you could help be
ing In love with her," she said calmly.
"I believe It is a habit men have where
she is concerned."
"You're not surprised?" he cried,
himself surprised.
"Not in the least"
"I mean to ask her to marry mo,"
he announced with ilnality. This was
intended to bowl her over completely.
Sho looked at him for an Instant,
and then shook her head. "I'd like to
be able to wish you good luck."
He stared. "You don't moan to say
she'd bo fool enough " he began In
credulously, but caught himself up In
time. "Of course, I'd have to take my
chances," ho concluded, with more hu
mility than she had ever seen him dis
play. "Do you know of any one else?"
"No," she, said seriously. "Sho doesn't
confide In me to that extent, I fear.
I've never asked."
"Do you think there was any one
back there in England?" He put It
In tho past tense, bo to speak, as if
thero could bo no question about the
present -j
"Oh, I dare say."
Ho was regaining his complacency.
"That's neither hore nor there," he
declared. The thing I want you to do,
Sara, Is to rush this confounded por
trait I don't like the idea, not a little
"I don't blame you for being afraid
of tho attractive Mr. Booth," sho said,
with a significant lifting of her eye
brows. "I'm going to have it over with be
fore I go up to town, my dear girl," he
announced, In a matter-of-fact way.
"I've given the whole situation a
deuce of a lot of thought, and I've
made up my mind to do It I'm not
the sort, you know, to delay matters
once my mind's made up. By Jove,
Sara, you ought to be pleased. I'm
not such a rotten catch, if I do say it
who shouldn't."
She was perfectly still for a long
time, so still that she did not appear
to he breathing. Her eyes grew dark
er, more mysterious. If he had taken
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"It's All Tommy-Rot," He Growled.
the pains to notice, he would have seen
that her fingers were rigid.
"I am pleased," she said, very gent
ly. She could have shrieked the words.
How"she hated all these smug Wran
dalls! "I came to the decision yesterday,"
he went on, tapping the arm of the
chair with his finger tips, as if timing
his. words with care and precision.
"Spoke to dad about it at lunch. I
was coming out on the Ave o'clock, as
I'd planned, but he seemed to think
I'd better talk It over with the mater
first. Not that she would be likely to
kick up a row, you know, but well,
for policy's sake. See what I mean?
Decent thing to do, you know. She
never quite got over the way you and
Cbal stole a march on her. God knows
I'm not like Chal."
Her eyes narrowed again. "No," she
said, "you are not like your brother;'
j "Chal was all right, mind you, In
what he did," he added hastily, noting
the look. "I would do the same, 'pon
my soul I would, If there were any
senseless objections raised in my
case. But, of couse, it was right for
me to talk it over with her, Just the
same. So I stayed in and gavo them
all tho chance to say what they
thought of me and, incidentally, of
Hetty. Quite tho 'decent thing, don't
you think? A fellow's mother is his
mother, after all. See what I mean?"
"She is quite satisfied, then, that
you are not throwing yourself away on
Miss Castleton," said Sara, with a
deep breath, which ho mistook for a
"Oh, trust mother to nose Into
things. She knows Miss Castleton's
pedigree from the ground up. There's
Debrett, you see. What's more, you
can't fool her in a pinch. She knows
blood when she sees it Father hasn't
the same sense of proportion, however.
He says you never can tell."
-Sara was startled. "What do you
"Ob, it's nothing to speak of; only a
way he has of grinding mother once
In a while. He uses you as an exam
ple to prove that -you never can tell,
and mother has to admit that he's
right You have upset every one of
her pet theories. She sees it now, but
whew! She couldn't see it In the
old days, could she?"
"I fear not," said she In a low voice.
Her eyes smouldered. "It Is quite nat
ural that she should not want you to
make the mistake your brother made."
"Oh, please don't put It that way,
Sara. You make me feel like a con
founded prig, because that's what it
comes to, with them, don't you know.
And yet my attitude has always been
clear to them where you're concerned.
I was strong for you from tho begin
ning. All that silly rot about"
"Please, please!" sho burst out,
quivering all over,
"I beg your pardon," he stammered.
"You you know how I mean it dear
"Please leave me out of It, Leslie,"
she said, collecting herself. After a mo
ment she went on calmly: "And so you
we Kolnz to marry my poor little Het
ty, and thoy are all pleased with the
"If Bholl have me," he said with a
wink, as it to say there wasn't any
use doubting it "They're tickled to
"Vlv's a snob. Sho says Hetty's
much too good for me, blood and bono.
What business, says sho, has a Wran
dall aspiring to the descendant of
Henry tho Eighth!"
"Tho Murgatroyds go back o old
Henry, straight as a plummet. 'Gad,
what Vivvy doesn't know about Brit
ish aristocracy Isn't worth knowing.
She looked it up the time they tried to
sonvlnce her she ought to marry the
duke. But she's fond of Hetty. 8he
says she's a darling. She's right:
Hetty Js too good for me."
Sara swished her gown about and
roso gracefully from the" chaise
longue. Extending her hand to him
she said, and he was never to forget
the deep thrill in her voice:
"Well, I wish you good luck, Leslie.
Don't tako no for an answer."
"Lord, if she should say no," he
gasped, confronted by the possibility
of such stupidity on Hetty's part
"You don't think she will?"
Her answer was a smile of doubt,
the effect of which was to destroy his
tranquility for hours.
"It is time for luncheon. I suppose
we'll have to interrupt them. Perhaps
It Is Just as well, for your sake," sho
said tauntingly.
He grinned, but it was a sickly ef
fort "You're the one to spoil anything of
that sort" he said, with some as
cerblty. "I?"
"Certainly," ho said with so much
meaning In the word that she flushed.
Hetty and Booth came Into view at
hat instant The painter was laying
a, soft, filmy scarf over the girl's bare
shoulders as he followed close behind
"Hello!" he cried, catching sight of
Wrandall. "Train late, old chap?
We've been expecting you for the last
hour. How are you?"
He came up with a frank, genuine
smile of pleasure on his lips, his hand
extended. Leslie rose to the occasion.
His solf-esteem was larger than his
grievance. He shook Booth's hand
heartily, almost exuberantly.
"Didn't want to disturb you, Bran
dy," he cried, cheerily. "Besides, Sara
wouldn't let me." He then passed on
to Hetty, who1 had lagged behind.
Bending low over her hand, he said
Bomethlng commonplace In a very low
tone, at the same time looking slyly
out of the corner of hiB eye to see if
Booth was taking it all In. Finding
that his friend was regarding him rath
er fixedly, he obeyed a sudden impulse
and raised the girl's slim hand to his
lipe. As suddenly he released her fin
gers and straightened up with a look
of surprise in his eyes; he had dis
tinctly beard the agitated catch in her
throat. She was staring at her hend
in a stupefied sort of way, holding it
rigid before her eyes for a moment
before thrusting It behind her back
as It it were a thing to be shielded
from all scrutiny save her own.
"You must not kiss it again, Mr.
Wrandall," she said in a low, intense
voice. Then she passed him by and
hurried up the stairs, without bo much
as a glance over her shoulder.
He blinked In astonishment. All of
a sudden there swept over him the
unique sensation of shyness most
unique in him. He had never been
ashamed before In all his life. Now
he was curiously conscious of having
overstepped the bounds, and for the
first time to bo shown his place by a
girl. This to him, who had no
I scruples about boundary lines.
All through luncheon he was vola
tile and gay. There was a bright spot
In his cheek, however, that betrayed
him to Sara, who already suspected
the temper of his thoughts. He talked
aeroplaning without cessation, direct
ing most of his conversation to Booth,
yet thrilled with pleasure each time
Hetty laughed at his sallies.-He was
beginning to feel like a half-baked
schoolboy In her presence, a most de
plorable state of affairs he had to
"If you hate the trains so much,
and your automobile is out of whack,
why don't you try volplaning down
from the Metropolitan tower?" de
manded Booth in response to his lugu
brious wail against the beastly luck
of having to go about in railway
He Blinked In Astonishment.
coaches with a lot of red-eyed, nose
blowing people who hadn't got used
to their spring underwear yet.
(To be Continued)
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four days.
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Mrs. Ohas. Ashmore, of Hlllsboro,
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parents, William Elliott and wife.
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Mac Eneisley and John Hogsett
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with Johh Bobb and family Sunday,
Wo jer One HunCrcd Dollars Ho
ca.d for any case of Catarrh t t
-.snot bo cured by Hall's Catanu
T, J. CHENEY & CO.. Toledo. O.
T7o, tlia undersigned, lu'-o l:nown r. J.
Cheney for tho la:; as years, and behuTo
htai perfectly lionorablo In nil buslncsi
transactions and nnancially nbla tt cirry
cut nny obllcatlona mada by 1.1a flrn.
W T-!cdo, P.
Tlall's Catarrh Cure Is tnl:en Intern Jly,
acllr.j C .xc.ly visn t'.to Llo (I and im
cons puxfaccs of tho syateru Te4Mr.0ni.1l4
nettt free. Pr'" 73 ccnti 1 r bv' 5(1
by r'l u i-ts,
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