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C IN iiSl WEEKS by ROSE Copyright by Harper & Brothers. PROLOGUE. At Dr. Maude's surgery at Marks well Lucia» de Saumarez, a patient, as sists Mrs. Seal' le to buy tlie necessary medicine for her failing infant. Lu eian. who himself is in serious physical condition, is later befriended by Noel Farquhar, wealthy bachelor, who, find ing him in a faint in the muddy street, takes him to Iiis home and nurses him back to death. Lueian tells him of Mrs. Searlo's poverty, and Farquhar attempts to set Eumenes Fane, a mis er of a landlord, to reduce the rents for his Senile tenants. Instead Kane says he'll raise them. Farquhar meets Miss Fane, who has ambitions to be come an actress. Farquhar advises her that her chances 011 the stage would be good, lie is charmed with her Per sonality. as she also is with his. To see him again she attends church for the first with lier brother Bernard. Farquhar relates to I.ucian how he at one time was made a slave by an African chief. T -icrnard Fane is near ly run down b\ a motorist, who is hurt, but goes 0:1 his way. I.ncian vis its Dolly, lie and «florward Farquhar proclaim .heir love to her. She puts off both. Farquhar steals a kiss. Lu cian at night lieds Iiis benefactor in a high fever. Dolly is introduced into society and meets "<ianibling" Morton. She learns from him that Lucian's wife, to whom I.ncian had boon very devoted, had died of consumption. L11 cian again sees Dolly. I.ncian and his benefactor go to the Belgian mines which Farquhar owns. While there sach receive a letter from Dolly. Looking Up Mrs. Searle. Til KHK were eight young Lau rensons, of whom the two youngest were Kaurence Li onel, commonly known as Dal, : : in! Angela. Angela was the only girl, and had been spoiled, or, rather, given I k r own ay: but, then, that way wa s always exemplary. She had done her best l'or all her brothers, she said, with pathos, yet Bertie still remained a dude and Harold still a fool, and with none of them had she succeeded save Lai, who was a pattern of vir tue. Angela bade him work for the army, enter Woolwich and pass into the Koyal engineers, lie obeyed her by coming out. tirst in his batch. Aft er this they had a slight difference of opinion, for l.al chose to enter the Koyal artillery and would not be dis suaded from it by all the accusations of laziness which his guardian angei hurled at his head. She did not know, and nobody else noticed, that a cer tain poor country parson's son, who after patient toil had attained only the eighteenth place 011 the list, was by l.al's retirement elevated among the lucky seventeen to be drafted into tlie engineers tlie only regiment where a penniless 1111111 can live 011 his pay. Lai's choice remained a puzzle to Angela, ltut l.al was queer. She was sure that her deepest, soundings never quite touched bottom. Lai entered at once upon a distin guished career. During the South Af rican war he was twice mentioned in dispatches, received the Distinguished Service Orde- and was never taken prisoner -three grand distinctions which made the guardian angel proud ly preen her wings. She had cried her self to sleep every night of tlie first week after ho sailed. In Sonialiland he gut enteric fever and was wounded ill the foot, lie was invalided home amid a blaze of glory with six months' sick leave and another medal to hang beside the two which a liberal Con servative war otlice had already be stowed for his services in Africa. He sustained the character of wounded hero with fortitude, but without en joyment. I.al was modest. Admira tion silenced him. He had been more oj>en witii Bernard, a stranger who did not know him, thai, he had ever been with his sister. Ile made a vaguely impressive figure at Klla Mor ton's garden parties—a quiet, languid, fair haired young aristocrat, always very correctly dressed, always cour teous, always reticent. Maud Krideaux. who had names for everybody, hit off the Laurensons' peculiarities to a nice ty when she christened Angela On dit and her brother Cela va sans dire Angela Laurenson bad views. She had also a first class dressmaker. These sentences are not gems from :i German grammar, but the statement (if correlated facts; the tirst would nev er have been in evidence but for the second. The temperance question, the lights of women, public scandals and private fads were Angola's happy hunt ing grounds. In the forefront of her battles she al ways posted Lai. He was not allowed to smoke, lie would have been en rolled ill the Dailies' league had that been possible. He was constrained to become what in temperance language is called an abstainer, which was es pecially hard on l.al, who inherited a delicate critical taste in wines togeth er with an ancestral cellar. Hut he disliked these things less than being dragged to meetings and forced to sing "Dare to be a Daniel" upon a plat form. l.al hated publicity. Not the lion, but the lookers on. seemed to liiui the real test of Daniel's courage. If anything could have held him back from distinguishing himself in action, il would have boon the fear of reward. Now. one day at lunch the story of Mrs. Soarlc and her copper came up and was discussed in all its ramifica tions. down to the illness of Mrs. Searlo's baby and Noel l'arqnhar's po litical prospects. Angela, who was present, took it into her pretty little head that duty called her to visit the sick child. Like most city broil girls, she expected the country lanes to be haunted b.v drunken tramps, and was nervous of walking alone, but Maud I'rideaux vowed that babies were be yond lier charity, and Mrs. Morton, who was enthusiastically consulting planchette in a corner with a serious young man, professed a bad headache. Angela fell back 011 Lai. and. accord ingly, at o'clock they wore walking toward Burnt House, l.al irroproach v ,n eß i if *rs r / m j "I'll tell the milkman to bring you up a gallon a day," said Angela. able in gray, with lilies in his button hole; Angela, also in gray, a demure little Quakeress. The sky was in gray as well and mist clung to the face of the earth like tine gray powder, dull ing all colors. The tlattcned uplands round the black cottages were as dingy as a suburban street on a wot day. Mrs. Searlo was at the new copper, trying to do the family wash, but be tween the naughtiness of Kandolph. ageil thirteen months; the frettiness of Flurry, aged twenty days, and her own health she had not done much. She was not at lirsi very gracious. I'oor people have their feelings, and the attitude of Angela, with her skirts un consciously held very high to avoid contamination, suggested the super cilious patronage of the lady bounti ful. i tu t Angela's kindness was too homely to remain hidden under a Par is hat. She soon received the story of Mrs. Searlo's illness and the baby's delicacy, "but we're getting on nicely now." the girl added, leaning against the copper and holding the brickwork to keep herself steady, the lovely, pa thetic brown eyes uncomplainingly lift ed to Angela's. She said she had at tirst fed the baby on Brighton bis cuit and boiled bread, beaten up in water. "Krighton bis. uit V" aid Angola, doubtfully, looking, with 110 folding but repulsion at the purplish, spidery, open mouthed creature in its tumbled clothes. "Is that good for it, do you t hink ?" "Well. Miss Dolly she says give her milk and barley water, but tlie milk man don't come up here. So 1 fried her with (lie condensed, and it's won derful how she's got 011 since." "I'll tell the milkman to bring you up a gallon a day." said Angela, with a small sigh, relinquishing a silver blotting book which she had coveted. "That will be enough for it. won't it';" "Well. I'm sure you are kind" "-V ml couldn't you get a woman in to help you? You're not tit to be do ing your own work yd." Then suddenly Mrs. Searlo melted into tears, not for her own misfor tunes. and poured forth the tale of lier sister Hilda, who should have boon her help, but had got into trouble. Not yet seventeen, very pretty, and now desperate, she was gone to a low pub lic house in Swanlicrough "Mr. Searlo ho "an't got her to come away, and I can't got so far. you sec. And really, miss, some days 1 don't know how to crawl about, my back is that bad; only tilings has got to lie done somehow. 1 did think Hilda would have kept straight. Or she might have stopped at homo till my trouble was over. I told Iter as nobody would think the worse of her if It was just once, as you may say. and she kept herself respectable after. Mut, there, you nev er know how to have girls, and off she goes, as bold as brass, and me so ill I couldn't say nothing to her." Angeht sighed impatiently. None of her pet reforms touched Mrs. Searlo's case. No reforms ever do. The cele brated last words of the poor woman who always was tired, who lived in 11 house where help was not hired, rep resent the aspirations of most cottage mothers, night by night, until the chil dren are grown old enough to help them. Angela did her best. She prom ised .. nurse and loft a half crown, and then walked out upon Dolly Fane, who was fa :ing to Lai. They were stand ing so dose to the door that Angela knew Lai must have overheard Mrs. Searlo's story, and the color came into her face as she took Dolly's hand. She forgot to bo surprised to find them ac quainted until Dolly in her direct fash ion told her of their early meeting, when Angela did not forget to feel annoyed. Nor was she better pleased when Dolly, entering the cottage, quieted liandolph and prescribed for the baby and put Mrs. Searlo into a chair, prov ing herself efficient where Angela had just proved herself incapable. It was ail done in innocence, and innocent, too. was Dolly's laugh when she heard of the liberal provision of milk allotted for the baby, for Mrs. Searle had not mentioned the giver: nevertheless. An gela decided ihat she was not a nice companion for l.al. "Wo shall bo late for tea, Lai," she whispered suggestively. "Miss Fane will be ready directly." "Not for half an hour or so. I am going to finish these things in the cop per." said Dolly, appearing at the door in a large apron and with lie" sleeves rolled up. No inclement clouds could dim the brilliancy of lier colori'ig. She was independent of sun and sky. But Angela became conscious that her own face looked drab, and that did not please her. "If you don't mind walking home alone I think I'll stay and help Miss l'a no. These cans are very heavy," said Lai. depriving Dolly of .hat she was carrying. "I do mind walking home alone, across all those fields!" "It really is not lonely. Angela." "Hut there are bulls in them!" * "Oh. no. Miss Laurenson. the cows have been driven homo to be milked by now." said Dolly serenely: "you need not bo alarmed. But I don't want any help. I hope Mr. Laurenson won't stay for me." "I'll take you as far as the high road, (lion, and come back," said Lai. Dolly put up her eyebrows and laughed softly. "I'm perfectly compe tent to do the work myself, These cans weigh nothing." She hold it out at arm's length and lightly put it; down, rising again elastic from the burden. "You're accustomed to the work, of course." said Angela dryly. "I am. We do our own washing at homo." "If you want to be in by 1 wo had bettor start," Lai interposed. "Coodby," said Angela, not offering 1 her hand: was not Dolly's wet? "I'ray don't come back. Mr. Lauren son. There arc so many bad charac ters about the roads now. You might moot my brother Bernard!" Dolly re torted. with a faintly satirical accent. "1 certainly shall." said Lai quietly. Between Burnt House and the high road Lai received a full length portrait of his misconduct. Ho listenoas Iiis habit was, in silence. Angela soon tired of reproving a dummy. "Why don't you say something';"' she cried at last. "•What do you want me to say';" "Do you mean to go back to that girl';" "Certainly 1 do!" "Oh. Lai!" said Angola "Oh. do you really?" "I can't leave her with that work 011 her hands." "Yes. but- l.al, 1 don't like walking alone!" "I'm sorry. Angela, but 1 promised." "There's Mr. Fa 110." cried Angela in ! a note of relief, and she hurried to ' meet him. Hornanl in Ids working clothes was something of a shock to her nerves, but she got over it and gave him lier hand. "We've loft your sister at the black cottages. Mr. Fane." she began, "and my brother wanted to go back and help lier" — "And my sister is a little nervous in these lanes," l.al continued; "so that J if you would be so good as to see her j as far as the Hall I should bo very I grateful. It is on your way, 1 ' now." "I'd like to very much,'' said Ber nard promptly. "Thanks so much. Good night." lie lifted Iiis hat and walked off. leaving Angela speechless and ready to cry. for she had not desired Lai's presence with her so much as Iiis ab senco from Dolly, and that Lai knew, anil she knew that ho know. Howev er, it was not easy to embarrass Ber nard. lie talked 011 for both till she had recovered. "Ali," thought Angela, coining back to the remembrance of lier escort, "hero is some 0110 whe will not flout and contradict nie and Hing my own axioms in my face!" "That chap Searlo, now." Bernard was saying when next his word reach ed her brain, "lie's a good worker. He might got 01. if lie liked, but he will drink. < < mes home every Saturday night drunk as a lord. What are you to do with a chap like him?" "lie should be persuaded to take the pledge," said Angela, reviving a little to discuss one of her favorite hobbies "Oh. the teetotal tomfoolery; no. 1 guess that wouldn't do for him. What he wants is to know when to pull up." ••Teetotal—nonsense?" said Angela, avoiding Bernard's too strong exprès siou. "The pledge of abstinence is tiic only safeguard for a habitual drunk ard. I am a total abstainer myself." "Ah. but I guess you didn't ever drink." said Bernard, as 0110 who scores « point. "Besides, girls don't want it so much. 1 daresay they can do without. But it stands to reason a man can't do a decent day's work on water. Spirits are no good. They're j mostly adulterated with beastly stuff. j and the best of them isn't wholesome. But u glass of good, honest beer don't do anybody any harm. A couple of quarts a day, that's my limit. I dare say a quart and a half would do for n litt le chap like Searle, except, per haps, in Harvesting. The point is to know your limit and stick to it, and that he'll never do. moro's the pity." Angela felt the primitive truths of her life flying round her like slates in j a gale. "But doctors say." she was j beginning. Doctors 'II say anything; and, come J this time ton years, they'll a'l snv all different. That old chap in Tennyson now who said he'd have his quart if ho died for it; I niiess lie didn't lose much by sticking to his beer." "Oh, do you read Tennyson?" said Angela faintly. "Sometimes on Sunday afternoons. There isn't much to do 011 the farm, and there's 110 paper, and you can't read the Bible all day long: so when I've done my chapter I often turn in 011 hi m. I like the tilings in dialect. They're uncommonly good." "I was thinking of starting a branch of the ('. K. T. S. here and asking you to join it." said Angola, with the calm ness of despair. ".Me turn teetotaler? I should die «.f it !" "Your adherence would have strengthened my hands, but. of course. siiic (; you fool-like this there is 110 more to lie said." "1 >0 you want 1110 to join?" "It does not matter. I shan't start the branch now." Bernard walked 011 in silence. Six miles an hour was his usual rate of walking, four when with Dolly, or. as he supposed, with any other abloboil ied female, but Angela was used to crowded London pavements and the very deliberate pace of lazy l.al. She did 11 it protest. She was too much 0111 of heart to mind being out of breath. She sadly supposed that Ber nard was not observant. Great was her surprise -when, remarking. "I guess we're going too fast," he reduced his pace to three miles an hour and rather doubtfully offered his arm. "I suppose it's not the proper thing." was his comment when she declined it. "Dolly said so. but then she doesn't know everything, and you do take arms in to dinner. I'll remember an other til.no. Look here, are you set oil this temperance business?« "1 think it a noble carse," said An gola. wearily standing to her guns. "Then I'll take the pledge for a mont h." "You will ?" "1 guess I couldn't stand it any long er," Bernard explained, "but a month from now'll just keep clear of the harvesting. I'd like to do what you want its far as is reason, and here we are. I'm awfully glad to have met you. You'll remember I'd like to please you, won't you?" Oh, yes, Angeia said, she would re member. and she kept her word, for all the night through she relDcted al ternately on Lai's defection and 011 Bernard l ane's subjection -a word which she refused to lengthen into subjugation. Lai. on his way to the black cot tages. walked really fast, but he did not got back in time to help Dolly with lier cans of water. She was feeding the baby when he came up. Sitting in a low chair with the child on her knee, holding the bottle, the delicate little toy lingers clasped round her own. Dolly, intent and serious, was no Madonna of pity and love, but a busi ness-like young woman performing a duty. But Lai. who was fond of lit tle children, unconsciously ascribed to her his own feelings. He saw the di vine spirit of motherhood and stood quietly watching, too reverent to speak and break the charm. It was the traitorous sun suddenly bursting out to throw l.al's shadow on the floor which made Dolly look up. She smiled. She had forgotten her vexa tion and was frankly glad to see him. yet her first words were a reproach. "Why did you come back? Your sis tor hated it. and there was no need!" "I came to help you." "It was a pity. Your sister is very fond of you, very proud. You should not vex her." Dolly said, laying (lie child in the cradle. She rose and came to the door and stood in the hot sun shine. rich in color as a Tintoretto, spiritual as the crowned Madonna of the angelical painter. She was still thinking of Mrs. Searle. and pity was Dolly's loveliest expression. "I loft my sister in the charge of your brother, lie was going to see her home. Now will you accuse me of vexing her. or are you going to give mo something to do?" "You may watch the baby while 1 swoop the 1 ni." "Thank you. I v. i while you watch tin "You you : weep?" "Why not?" "Have you ever swept in your life?" "I have :.ot. but I can try." "Oh, very well," said Dolly, sud denly folding her hands and sitting down in her low chair. "Do it. There's the broom behind the door. Do it. 1 should love to see you." The roail outside was far cleaner tl.an (lie floor of Mrs. Searlo's kitchen. Lai stood, doubtfully surveying his task and tlie aged broom. "It really wants scrubbing." he said seriously. "Sweeping will do. it' you sweep properly." "'Will do!' Miss Fane, 1 am sur I swoop the room baby." prised to hoar you use that sloven's expression. However, I am afraid sweeping will have to do, as we have neither sand nor soap." Leaving Dolly, Lai made a sudden descent upon the hearth rug, shook it. rolled, it up and carried it out. He took out the cradle us well, very gently putting it down in the shade without waking the child. The chairs he piled 011 tlie table. The curtains lie tucked up. D illy took her plai e outside with the rest of the furniture and stood in the doorway, watching and laughing. Lai paused, leaning 011 his broom in the middle of the floor as Maud Muller might have leaned upon her hay rake. Suddenly he made a triumphant pounce upon Mrs. Searlo's brown tea pot. which spent all its days upon the hob. He emptied away the liquid tea, shook out the leaves on 1 broken plate and began to strew them with fasti dious iingi s about the Moor. The con trast between him and his task was piquant. Bernard would never have attempted to sweep at all. I.ucian might have tried, but he was not wise enough for the tea leaf plan. Dolly's imagination could see him happily brooming all the dust out of tae opo.i door and gathering it up with his fin gers when it lodged in the inequalities of the flooring. This aiiiateiu house maid worked in different style. Neat, deft, precise, that was Lai. He coax ed the flue out of the corners; he lifted the fender and swept underneath; lie took away cobwebs from the wiwlow and spiders' nests from the angli™; of the ceiling, and swept all his gleanings into a symmetrical pile. "A dustpan, now," lie said, looking round inquiringly. "There's no such thing. Let me do it now. You've proved your powers." "No." said Lai. "no." Iiis eye rest ed 011 a copy of tlie local paper. In a trice he had it folded (irmly with sharp edges and was bending it into a con venient receptacle for the debris, which he emptied into the tire. Then lie dusted the furniture with Iiis hand kerchief and put everything back in place twitching the ragged hearth rug straight to the eighth of an inch and arranging all the chairs exactly. "But it should have been scrubbed," lie wound up. with a sigh of regret. "1 won't have it. Mrs. Searle wouldn't know her own room. Do you know, 1 never thought a man could have so— could be"— "Could have so much sense," Lai finished quaintly. "Well, I didn't. Where did you learn low io do it?" said Dolly, laughing. "Miss Kane. 1 have a pair of eyes, and our rooms at home are swept sometimes." "Ali. but you've the hands too." "1 know it." Lai said, displaying them with disgust. Dolly looked with a wise little nod and went into the scullery. She brought back a fresh towel, a piece of yellow soap and a tin basinful of clean hot water. "That is good," l.al said, plunging in his hands with an air of relief. Dol ly was looking .it her own. "I think I'll wash, too," she said, and without more ado stripped back her cuffs and slipped her fingers in beside Lai's. The sunlight sparkled in the water and Hashed in silver circles, following the curve of the white, meta'. Dolly chased the piece of soap all round the basin, and J.al captured it and gave it to her. lier wrist was soft to the touch as a baby's. Lai was warmly alive to the charm of the moment, and would have prolonged it: not so Dolly. She with r /V cr r e "What a pussycat you are!" Dolly laughed. drew her hands wiih the same indif ference as though Bernard had been her partner. "What a pussycat yon are!" Dolly laughed. noticing Lai's fastidious movements. "Do you manicure your hands?" "1 rather think that is a deadly in sult. No, I do not manicure my hands. 1 am merely clean." "Merely clean! You're hard 011 the rest of us." Dolly was thinking of I.ucian as he had appeared after half an hour of weeding ill the violet bed. She he'd out her own hand. soft, rosy, crinkled by the hot water. "There are stains on my fingers. I can't get them off without taking the skin too; so 1 leave them on. Am I not clean, please?" [To be continued.1 I Enough to Make ♦ Anybody Laugh f Tactless. •'I don't think it was a bit nice for the rector to commend women's econ omy in dress," said the wife to her husband after the service. "That shouldn't have annoyed you, my dear," was the reply. "Your gowu is plain enough." "Exactly! His remark called every body's attention to what I had on."— Exchange. Too Thin an Excuse. When Shimmerpate arrived home an hour later than usual he was nibbling a clove. "1 stopped in a concert hall for a few moments." he observed. "The music was intoxicating." "That's right!" exclaimed his better half. "Blame it 011 the music."—Stray Stories. Take3 the Right. "Did you see where a judge some where had decided that a baby can cry in an apartment house?" "Indeed, did he? I didn't know that was a case which waited for a deci sion."—Baltimore American. Corrected. "Your hair wants cutting badly, sir," said a barber, insinuatingly, to a cus tomer. "No. it doesn't." replied the man in the chair, "it wants cutting nicely. You cut it badly last time." Classifying Him. The Social Director—Is lie a high brow or a lowbrow? The Musical Critic—Neither. He 's a sort of mozzobrow.—New York Globe. Logical, but Incorrect. "Nora," said the mistress to the new servant, "we always want our meals promptly on the hour." "Yis. mum. An' if I miss th* first hour shall I wait for th' next?"—Bir-> mingham Age-Herald. Persistent. Dobson—What does Blifkin remind: you of? Hobson— Well, every time I meet Blifkin he reminds 1110 of a little debt I've owed him for over a year.—Wall Street Journal. A Fair Start. "Sir. I want to marry your daughter., I haven't any money or any prospects.. Will you give mo a start?" "You already have a start of about twenty foot. Now travel!" — Kansas City Journal. The Soft Question. Mrs. Nu wed. Sr. (to son after fam ily jar)—Don't forgot, son. that "a soft answer turneth away wrath." Mr. Nuwod, Jr.—Well. I know a soft ques tion of mine brought a lot of it ou me. —Smart Sot. The Explanation. "How is it that big, determined man stuck to that timid little woman till he got her?" "I suppose she has a magnetic attrac tion for his iron will."—Baltimore American. To Be Exact. "You must speak more distinctly. I can't hear what you say. Now, what was your last sentence?" "Well, if you bloomin' well must know, it was six months."—London Opinion. Uppish Minded. "She's crazy to have lier husband get an airship." "What for?" "So that she can look down ou her neighbors, I suppose."—Boston Tran script. Tiresomeness. •'Don't you get tired of playing the same part night after night?" "I should say not." replied the actor. "What makes ino tired is closing shows and learning new parts."—Washington Star. A Different Mill. "Croat reel I saw last night." "What was it?" " 'The Mill on the Floss.' " "I thought prizefight films were barred."- -Pittsburgh l*ost. His Greatest Handicap. First Golfer—What's your handicap? Second Colter— Boing obliged to work for a living.—Detroit Free Kress. True to Life. "I'm always the goat." "That's because you're always but i ting in."—Baltimore-American. April Fool. hi Franco the April fool is called "poisson d'Avril" -a silly fish—aud in Scotland a "gowk."