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XJE was up in town for about three " weeks, trying to amuse himself, try ing to forget her. One afternoon the newspaper placards announced in large type the "Sensational Arrest of a Fa mous Forger." He bought an evening paper, and read how a man named "Ed ward Randall," "wanted" by the police for forging a signature to a check six months ago, had been caught at Liver pool just as he was stepping on board a ship bound for a Canadian port. Two days later business obliged him to go home to Uldthorpe, and he de bated seriously in his mind as he took his place in the train whether he should go over to Harlington the next morning and propose to Aline Forrester. "That will knock the other business out of my head," he said to himself. But he never took that desperate step. Mrs. Hilton told him the news almost directly on his arrival. "You were well rid of that girl, Jack," she said, with a certain triumph in her voice. "Have you heard who those people were? No? Oh, every one down here is full of it Their name wasn't Smith at all, it was Randall, and they were the mother and sister of that felon who has just been caught." "Good heavens! Then it was her brother I saw !" "Wretched impostors! Fancy that girl daring to think of marrying you! as to her mother— well, poor soul, she is dead." "What!" "She dropped down dead when she heard of her wretched son's capture, I am told. Heart, I suppose." "Where is Beatrice, then?" "Oh, she's there still. The mother was buried this morning, and I hear tne girl is packing up and turning out to morrow. The place will be well quit of such people." But Jack had turned from her and rushed away down the drive. He did not hear her last words. Ten minutes later he was standing once more under the crimson ramblers of the porch, and entreating the little maid servant to take his message to Miss Smith. "She said she wouldn't see nobody, sir. Why, 'er poor ma was only buried this mornin'." "But she will see me, I am sure. Take her this card." He wrote a pencil line on it and pressed a coin into the maid's hand, and in a few minutes she returned. "Will you walk this way, sir?" And he was ushered into the little drawing room. Beatrice rose from the writing table as he came in, pale and sad in her deep mourning. "I am glad to see you," she said. "I was just writing to you." . "To me!" He flushed with sudden gladness, but turned pale again when she held out a check to him ; he saw it was for seventy-five pounds. "It is a part of my debt to you. I was writing to ask you if you would allow me six months in which to send you the remainder." "Beatrice! You are indeed cruel to me. You hurt me fearfully. Can you not forgive me?" "Oh ! why speak of forgiveness? Sure ly if I repay you the money you so generously lent to me " He snatched the check from her fingers and tore it into atoms. "Don't you know," he cried, passionately, "that there is only one way in which you can repay me? It is not, can never be, a matter of money between you and me. What turned me against you was when I saw you kiss that man, and when you refused me an explanation; but now I know that he was your brotler, and I can understand your silence. Say you forgive me for having doubted you—say it, Beatrice!" "Oh, Jack!" she faltered, and her eyes filled with tears. Then he took her in his arms and held her to his heart. "My darling—my darl ing ! Let me comfort you. You love me still, I know." "Oh, yes, Jack, I love you. But we must part. You cannot marry the sister of a forger." "But I can, and I am going to do so. Your brother — poor chapis not you." "Oh! but what would people say ? And then your mother —think of her!" "I must think of myself first—and of you. Pray what did you propose doing when you left this house?" "1 thought of going first to London and then of joining an old school friend at Lausanne. She is teaching in a school there, and she says she thinks she could get me a post as English teacher. I am really fond of her, too." "Well, we will go out and see her to gether." "Oh, Jack, you are mad!" she cried, half laughing. "Never was saner in my life, my dear. Look here, I am in earnest, Bea trice, and you—you are going to do as I tell you, you know." At that the small, whimsical smile he knew and loved so well crept into her lovely face. "We are going to meet in town, you and I, this day week—well, to-morrow week, then," as something in her shocked eyes reminded him of her recent sorrow. "We shall be married as quietly as possible by special license. I shall make every ar rangement between this and then; you will have nothing to do but to wait and do as I tell you. Then we shall go off abroad immediately from the church door, and stop away a couple of years, till all this sad business has blown over. My mother and every one else will be glad enough to see us back by that time, you'll see!" AND this was exactly what they did ***" do. Only they- came back in eigh teen months, bringing with them an Italian nurse and a beautiful fat baby boy, at the sight of whom Mrs. Hilton completely, forgave them both, and, for the sake of her grandson, took her daughter-in-law to her heart. She had been dull enough, too, poor lady, left alone at Oldthorpe, and was ready to do anything to be at peace with her son again. And, meanwhile, Edward Randall had died in Dartmoor prison, so the old story became forgotten, and everybody hastened to call on Jack Hilton's wife. "Where did he pick her up?" was sometimes asked in the neighborhood. And once somebody answered, "Oh, he found her trespassing in his park, I have been told, and they were never properly introduced to each other. It was quite a romance. But, after all, what does that matter now she is Mrs. Hilton, of Oldthorpe Towers, and the handsomest woman in the county!" JANUARY 24, 1909. /"""* R. & L. COMPANY ■"""_ ELECTRIC TAXICABS When a Child Seven ■ ■*j and a Half Hall Years JL t>*iJL & _r ■ li f ll _J Old without preparation or pre vious instruction can take charge of an R. & L. Electric car with three companions distracting his attention, and operate it without assistance, going at the rate of six to twenty miles per hour, a dis tance of 19 miles through city thoroughfares like Broadway, Spring, Third, Seventh, Pico, Wilshire Boulevard and Main, What Would Be Your Opinion of That Machine? Would you trust your wife or daughters with it? Little Sammy Bender is the boy who did it and he is just a little "boy like other boys." Sammy will tell you if you ask him. He lives at 2114 West Seventh street, Los An geles, where we are garaging temporarily until our OWN quarters are ready. 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