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- ' - , l COMPANION KNEW "OLD BIRD" MOTHER! MOVE SISTERS OoprflM kr XMMeea Dorrls 80METHINQ NEW. ynopli.-Doptor Strickland. r tired, la living In Mill Valley, near 8n Francisco. His family consists of his daughters, Allx, 21, and Cherry, 18, and Anne, his niece, S4. Thslr closest friend Is Peter Joyce, lovable sort of recluse. Martin Lloyd, a vlsltln mining engineer, wins Cherry, marries her and car. rles her off to El Nldo, a mine town. Peter realizes that he loves Cherry. Justin Little woos Anne. Cherry comes home for Anne's wedding. Cherry realizes her mar riage Is a failure. Peter tells Cher ry of his "grand passion," without naming the girl. Martin comes for Cherry. Martin and Cherry drift apart. Dr. Strickland dies. Peter returns from a long absence. Peter and Allx marry. Cherry comes to visit them. CHAPTER XI Continued. 10 It was here that Peter found Cher ry. She came up to htm. nnd he took Bth her hands nnd, ufter n second of kfntlnn, ktsited lief. She freed one Ito put It on IiIh shoulder and. ng so, she seriously returned Is. l or a moment Ids nrm eit her waist; he had forgotten I-Thia la the Nicest Thing Has Happened for a Long I' He Said. her eyes were, with Just a corn-colored hnlr loosened sin, nnd what husky, exquls sh notes were In her voice. v this Is the nicest thing happened for a long, long Iae said, and Allx are angels to let II" Cherry answered, as they nd with laughter and eager, fed talking went back to the I, Peter saw at once, was dlf- i every, way. Cherry was full Iss, of ready response to any IT sympathy nnd comprehen le had been misunderstood, I neglected; she hud devel Rugh suffering a certain timid I was almost a shrinking, a shy clinging to what was kind pd. happiness here was an hourly ito both Allx and himself. She to flower softly; every duy Simple forest life brought her C vest, new energy, new bloom, ifnd Allx unshed their hulr again. aed the creek again, tramped and duets ngaln. Sometimes they ed, often they went Into the old bless spasms of laughter at noth- or almost nothing. rne evening, when In the sitting n there was no other light than of the tire that a damp July eve- made pleasant, about u week her arrival, Cherry Bpoke for first time of Martin. She had la long letter from hlra that day. pages written In a flowing hand en pages of the lined paper of a p hotel, with a little cut of the ling standing boldly against a ferel sky at the top of each page. pas well, he had some of his din- I at the hotel, but lived at home; lid been playing a little poker nnd I luckier than ever. He was look Into a proposition in Durango, co, and would let her know how Inned out. jer had been playing the piano when the letter was tossed to by Allx, who usually drove the village every morning after fast for marketing and the mall. .seen Cherry glance through the little distasteful move- '.-'the muscles about her nose, her put It carelessly under tick on the mantel for later tloo. At luncheon she bad ;to It, and now it evidently ner to be thoughtful and bled. ay go to Mexico I" she said. i with a sigh. ' V Peter asked, quickly. gtd. MwssaaaaaaaaaaaaMssMSMsjsMSMsasjM 7T I "Ag much as he stays anywhere!" she answered, drily. "Il'ml Does that menn you?" Allx asked. "1 suppose that's the plan," Cherry said, lifelessly. "Ho says he'll want me to join hlra about the middle of August." "Oh, help 1" Allx sold, disgustedly. Cherry was silent a few minutes, nnd Peter smoked with his eyes on the fire. "If "Cherry said presently, "If I get my money I'll have enough to live on, won't I, Peter?" "You'll hnve about forty thousand dollars yes, at live per cent you could live on that. Especially If you lived here In the Galley," Peter answered, after some thought. "Then I wunt you to know," Cherry went on quietly, with sudden scarlet In her checks, "that I'm going to tell Martin I think we have tried It tong enough 1" Peler looked gravely nt her, sober ly nodded, and resumed his study of the tire. But Allx spoke In brisk pro test. "Tried Itl You menn tried mar riage I But one doesn't try marriage! It's a fact. It's like the color of your eyes." "Allx," the little sister pleaded eager ly, "you don't know what It Is you don't know what It Is 1 Always meeting people I don't like; always living In places I hate; always feeling that my own self Is being smothered and lost and shrunk; always listening to Mart complaining and criticizing people " Peter Interrupted seriously: "I'll go this far, Cherry. Lloyd mar ried you too young." "Oh, far too young!" she agreed quickly. "The thing I I enn't think of," she said, "Is how young I was only a UttJe girl. I knew nothing; I wasn't rendy to be anybody's wife!" Something In the poignant sorrow of her tone went straight to their hearts, and for the first time Peter had an Idea of the renl suffering she hud borne. "If I had a child, even, or If Martin needed me," Cherry said, "then It might be different I But I'm only a burden to hlin " "Ills letter doesn't sound ns If he thought of you as a burden," Allx sug gested mildly. "Ah, well, the minute I leave him he has a different tone," Cherry ex plained, nnd Peter said, with a glance almost of surprise at his wife : "It's an awfully difficult position for a woman of any pride, dear!" Allx, kneeling to adjust the Are, as she was constantly tempted to do, met his look nnd laid a soot-streaked hand on his knee. "Pete, dearest, of course It 1st But" nnd Allx looked doubtfully from one to the other "but divorce Is a hateful thing!" she added, shaking her hend. "It It never seems to me Jus tifiable 1" "Divorce Is nn Institution," Peter snld. "You may not like It any more than you like prisons or madhouses; It has Its uses." "People get divorces every day I" Cherry added. "Isn't divorce better than living along In marriage without love?" "Oh, love!" Allx snld scornfully. "Love Is Just another name for pas sion and selfishness nnd laziness, half the timet" "You can say that, because yours Is one of the happy marriages," Cher ry said. "It might be very different If Peter weren't Peter 1" As she said his nnmc she sent hlra her trusting smile; her blue eyes shone with affection, nnd the exquisite curve of her mouth deepened. Peter smiled back, nnd looked away In a little con fusion. "I can't Imagine the circumstances' under which I shouldn't love you nnd Peter!" Allx summarized It, triumph antly. "And Mnrtln?" Peter nsked. "Ah, well; I didn't mnrry Mnrtln t" his wife reminded hlra quickly. "I didn't promise to love and honor Mar tin In sickness nnd health; for richer, for poorer; for better, for worse by George!" Allx Interrupted herself, In her boyish way, "those nre terrific words, you know. And a promise is a promise I" "And even for Infidelity you don't believe people ought to seperate?" Cherry asked. ' "Nonsense I" Peter said. "But you said that Martin never" "No, I'm not speaking of Martin now 1" "Well, wouldn't that come under 'worser'?" Allx nsked. "But, my chlltl," Peter expostulated kindly. "My dear benighted wife there Is such a thing as a soul a mind n personality! To b tied to a well, to a coarsening Influence day after day Is living dentil ! It Is worse than any bodily discomfort" "I don't see Itl" Allx persisted. "I think there's a lot of nonsense talked about the famray oncorapreezy but It seems to mo thot If you have a home and meals and books and friends and the country to walk In, you " "Oh, heavens, Allx; you don't know what you're talking about I" Cherry Intemintftd her Impatiently. "Some times I thins your marriage Is as as queer as my own." Nothing more was said for several days upon the' subject of a possible divorce. One afternoon Peter crossed the porch, tired .nnd hot, and found everything apparently deserted. He dropped Into n chntr, and was still breathless from the rapid climb up hilt, when stray notes from the piano reached his cars; a chord, n carefully played bit of bass; then a chord again Then slowly, hut with dnlnty uccurncy and even feeling, Cherry begnn to play a strange little study of Schumann Peter knew It was Cherry, because Allx's touch was always llrm and sure; more than that, he himself had played this same bit no longer ago than last night, nnd he remembered now that Cherry had nsked him Just what It was. He experienced a sudden and pleas Ing emotion ; he did not stop to analyze It. But he had been ruffled In spirit n moment before; Allx hnd known he was to come on this train nnd had not met htm with the car; nnd while he really did not mtnd the walk up, ho disliked the feeling that they had en tlrely forgotten htm. Presently there was silence; then Cherry tried another little study nnd finished It, and the hot summer still' ncss reigned ngaln. With a sense that he hnd been doz Ing, If only for a few minutes, Peter opened his eyes. Frnmed In the cnbln doorwny, poised like a butterfly against the dark background of the room, stood Cherry. He knew thnt she had been standing so for some time, for a full minute; perhaps more. They looked at ench other In a si lence that grew more and more awk ward by great plunges. Peter had time to wish that he hnd kept his eyes shut ; to wish that he had smiled when he first snw her he could not have forced himself to smile now to won der how they were ever to speak- where they were rustling rushing rushing before she turned noiselessly nnd vanished Into the dim room. Peter tny there, nnd his heart pounded. A moment ago he hnd been a tired man, fretted because his wife forgot to meet him; now there was something new In the world. And rap Idly all the world became only a back' ground, only a setting, for this extra' ordinary sensation. The hills beyond still swnm In the hot sunlight, the mountnin rose into the blue, but the light that chnnges all life tny over them for Peter. He said to himself that It was awk ward he did not know how he coutd enter that door and talk to Cherry. And yet he knew thnt that meeting of Cherry, that the common exchnnge of words nnd glances, that the dally trifling encounters with Cherry were all poignantly significant now. He felt no Impulse toward hurry. He might sit on his porch another hour, might saunter off toward the creek. It mattered nothing; the hour was steadily approaching when she must reappear. Allx drove In, full of animated apol ogies. She managed the car far bet ter than he, and no thought of an ac cident hnd troubled him. The evening was warm, one of the two or three warm evenings thnt marked the height of summer even In the high valley. There was not a breath of nlr In the garden ; roses They Looked at Each Other In Silence, and wallflowers stood erect In a sort of luminous enchantment. Moonlight sank through the low twisted branches of the near-by onks and fell tangled with black and lacy shade through the porch rose vine. Allx sat on the porch rail, every line of crisp skirt and braided head revealed as If by davllcht. but Cher. jy's pale striped' gown was only a glimmer in the deepest shade of the vine. Peter, smoking, sat where be could not but see her; they had hard ly looked at each othar directly since "By KATHLEEN NORRIS tlio long, strange look of tills after noon ; they had exchanged hardly a word. "Town tomorrow, Pete?" Allx said, after a silence during which she had locked her nrms behind tier head, stared straight above her at the path the moon was making through faint stars, nnd yawned. "I've got to go in to a meeting of the hospital board. Good night, beloveds. I'm dead. Don't sit out here mooning with Pete all night, Cerise I" Peter suld to himself that now Cher ry would go, too, but ns the screen door banged lightly after Allx, and the dull glimmer of Cherry's striped gown did not move in the soft shadow, a sudden reluctance and distaste seized hint. He had been subconsciously aware of her all afternoon; he had known a delicious warmth and stir at his heart that he had not analyzed, If Indeed It could be, unnlyzed. Now suddenly he did not want the beauty and gloom and charm of that feeling touched. His heart began to beat heavily agnin, and he knew that he must stop the unavailing game now. But he had not reckoned on Cherry. She twisted In her chair, and be heard a child's long, happy sigh. "Oh, so nm I tired, too!" she breathed, reluctantly. "I hate to leave It but I've been almost asleep for half an hour I You can have all the moonlight there is, Peter." Her white figure fluttered toward the door. "Good night 1" she said, drooping her little head to choke a yawn. A mo ment later he heard her laughing with Allx. 'You fool you fool you fooll" Pe ter said to himself, nnd he felt nu emotion like shame, a little real com punction that he could so utterly mis read her Innocence. He felt It not only wrong in him, but somehow staln lug and hurtful to her. CHAPTER XII. Again Peter reckoned without Cher ry. It was only the next day, when he was entering the Palace court for his lunch, that he experienced a sud den and violent emotion. His thoughts were, nt the moment, far from Cher ry, and he fancied himself in a hurry. But every other feeling but excite ment was obliterated at the sight of a slender, girlishly mnde woman, In u pongee gown, und a limp brown hut covered with poppies, waiting In the lounge. Peter went toward her, nnd the col or rushed Into Cherry's face. It was the first time they had nccidentnlly encountered each other, and it had a special place of Its own In the his tory of their lives. The surprise of It kept them laugh ing, hands clasped, for a minute ; then Cherry said: "I was to lunch here with Mary Cameron. But she's full twenty min utes Intel You hate her, don't you?" she added, looking up from under the poppies at Peter. "I don't like her," he admitted, with a boy's grimace. "Then suppose we don't lunch here?" Cherry suggested, Innocently. Peter laughed Joyously, and tucking her lit tle gloved hand under his nrm, led her away. They went to Solarl's, and had a window table, and nodded, as they discussed their lunch, nt half a dozen friends who chanced to be lunching there, too. She had snld that she wanted to tell him "nil about It," and Peter, with quick knowledge that she meant the unhnppiness of her marriage, nodded a grave permission. "I've mnde a failure of It!" Cher ry said, sadly. "I know I ought to struggle on, but I can't. I hnve no Individuality, Peter, I have no per sonality ! As for my dignity my priv acy " Her face was scarlet, and for a mo ment she stopped speaking. "Just tell me nn alternative!" she snld, after a while. "It can't be thnt there Is no other life for me than going back. Peter, I'm only twenty four!" "I know you nre," he snld, with n brief nod. "Why, every one has some alterna tive," Cherry pleaded. "It can't be that marriage Is tho only the only Irrevocable thing! If you hnd a part ner thnt you couldn't go on with, you could come to some agreement I" "You don't love hlral" Peter said. "I must go homo I must go back to Mart tomorrow!" (TO BE CONTINUED.) That Word "8trlke." The first use of tho word "strike," as applied to Inhor troubles, occurred In a London newspnper In 17C5. In September of thnt year were numerous references to a great stoppage of labor In the coal fields, and tho workers are said to hnve "struck out" for higher wages. Indianapolis News. Tribute to Agriculturist. The agricultural population pro duces the bruvest men, valiant sol diers, and a class of citizens the least given to evil designs. Cat. Inquiry Brought Instant Response Considerably Embarrassing to Youthful New Teacher. I was Just out of college nnd had gone for tho first time to teach in a high school. I 1 1 it (1 not yet lost my college girl propensity for seeking to extract fun out of everything, whether serious or comic. A format meeting of the faculty of the city was In progress, with tho prnmient school men super intendent, commissioners, nnd princi pals seated on tho platform. Among them wns n severe-looking old pedu gogue with n long white, flowing beard. Next to me sat u sedate woman whom I rashly had taken to ho n new member of the faculty. I turned to tier with what I sup posed to be nn Infectious hurst of con fidence nnd giggled: "Who's the old bird with the whiskers?" The woman turned her faro directly toward me, looked mo up and down, with an expression that congealed the blood within me, nnd snld, curtly: "My father I" Chicago Tribune FLATLY REFUSED TO "SLIDE" Elderly Lady's Dignity Was Hurt by Request Made to Her by Fel low Passenger. She wns one of those fussy little old women, all primped and with her hair In a curl. When she got nbonni tho street car several men yes, there are some who still respect gray tiairs on n street car got up and offered a seat. She ac cepted one gentlemanly proffer, but didn't keep the scat long. When she had Anally found repose a woman next to tier snld: "Would you mind sliding over Just a bit, please? Then another lady can have u seat." Her gray-lialred majesty rose to lofty heights. "Slide? Slide?" she sputtered. "I will not slide. I will arise and take my body elsewhere." And, suiting her actions to her word, she nrose nnd took her body up to tho front of tho car, where her dignity would not be nssnulted by a request to slide. Indianapolis News. Called to Order. Fattier (sternly, at breakfast the next morning) : "You are not under the Impression that you are living In Norway, sir?" His Son nnd Heir Er no. W-what makes you usk me? Father Nothing; only from the time you got In Inst night I concluded you thought this wns the lnnd of the midnight son. See that you nre not out Inter than ten tonight, or you will hear from me. Colorful. "Your narrative Is too highly colored," remarked the editor, return ing the bulky manuscript. "In what way?" Inquired the disap pointed author. "Why," replied the editor "In the very first chapter you make the old man turn purple with rage, the villain turn blue with cold." Edinburgh Scotsman. Pulled Through. "Your son has settled down to hard work." "Yes," said the proud father. "I'm glud now that I hnd confidence In the boy. When he took to playing thp ukulele and 'stepped on the gas' when lie wasn't dancing, I got a bit discour aged, but I kept telling mother not to worry, that he'd make a man out of himself yet." Doubtful. "Maud appears to be well pre served." "Oh, yes; but I hardly think she would stand a chemical analysts." Boston Transcript. Those Pencil Marks. Sunday School Teacher "Who was It saw the handwriting on the wall. Bobby?" Bobby "The landlord." Life. Coming to a Showdown. Jennie "Do you approve of knicker bockers for women?" Lizzie "Not if they're nny longer tlmn skirts." Modernized. "Life Is a game of give nnd take." 'Give and take, or put and tnke?" WASPIRIM Never say "Aspirin" without saying "Bayer." WARNING! 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You must say "California' or you may get aa Imitation tig syrup. Advertisement, DIDN'T HAVE TO HAVE PROOFS Colored Lady Had Confidence In the Ability of Witnesses to Sustain Her Charge. A southern magistrate hod before) him as a complaining witness a col ored woman who had caused to be) held a mnn on the charge that be had attacked her with a pair of scissors. "He mighty neah gouged my ay out, Jedge," she said. "He poked me) In the face with them scissors, Jedge, not once, but fo' or five times. Ha Jest cut up my face like it was a yard of ribbon. There ain't no mo' danger ous mnn nllve, Jedge." The magistrate looked her over. She had n wide, smooth, yellow faca thnt did not have a mark on It Ha told her to repeat her story, and aba went through It again, telling how the man had slashed her face with that pair of scissors. "But," said the Judge, "there lent a mark on your face." "Marks' 1 she exclaimed Indignantly. "Murks! What I care fo' marks, lemma usk yo' that? I got witnesses, I tail you I" Only on "Appro." In one of our ancient towns which lias recently been the scene of pngennt, n prnty of Americans was be in K conducted over tho admirable ab bey. The age of this part and that wera pointed out by a learned attendant, nnd. at length : "That arch," said be, "may possibly go back to Alfreda and Edward." "Don't you like It?" said a guest promptly. The attendant explained that be did not understand. "Why nre you sending It back, any way? Doesn't it suit yon?" Surely the Proper Thing. They were ttirown Into each other society In n country house, without common Interest or the least attrac tion for ench other. Finally, after casting about for fertile subject of conversation, only to fall in every attempt, he said des perately: "Will you marry met" She considered long and deeply. "I think I'll say yes," she replied st Inst. "It will give us so much more tm talk about while we're here." Nature 8tud7esv Mrs. Porcupine I understand that all the great nations of the earth are) considering disarmament. Mr. Porcupine Well, they can talk about disarmament all they've 'a mlndt to. but these here quills of mine arau going to sticky right on my back. Foul Play. The Scottish bowling team la ac companied by a band of pipers which plays prior to every Important match. The general opinion Is that this gives) n very unfair advantage to the Northerners, who are used to 1L The) Passing Show (London). The Finish of Bluebeard. Bluebeard Well, I'm a widower nguin. How about it? I'm crazy aboat you. His Latest Love I think a lot of you, Blooey, but you'll hnve to ahavej first. I'm nwfully ticklish. Whv does a womun bIwht tnrn nncK to ner companion when opens ner purse? Patience Is all right In Its place, has It Is better to back tenacity to win.