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mVEL/ZED BY W/L31/E a /YEBB/Z COPYAAOvr OY kV.O./Y£J£jr r^WPr‘• ' 8YN0P8I8* CHAPTER I. Harry Swlfton Is spin-! itng along In his auto, hts thoughts Iwelllng In happy anticipation of a oom ng visit from hts flaneee. Lucy Medders, a ; Quakeress, who nursed him when he was njured in an auto accident out In the ountry. His mind taken off of his sur- | oundlngs by these pleasant thoughts he rashes into another auto containing a Jerman count and a beautiful woman, 'he woman's hat Is ruined. Absent-mind- | dly Harry thrusts the remnants of the at in his pocket and makes his escape. CHAPTER II. Carolyn, Harry’s sister, rrlves to play hostess. Socrates Prltn ier. a distant relative of Lucy’s, arrives 'lth a hat intended as a gift to Lucy, lurry is trailed to hie home by the Ger ian count and the lady of the damaged at. CHAPTER ITT. Who. It develops. Is <Trs. General Blazes. She Is in distrac on lest her husband should hear of her tcapade. She declares that her milliner >ld her a duplicate of the ruined hut had een delivered to 11 trry’s house. Re JOnding to her dema 'ds for the hat Har / insists that he knows nothing about ;. Lucy Medders and her father arrive id the Count is secreted in the library id Mrs. Blazes in Harry's bedroom. I - CHAPTER IV. j From the hallway came gliding in lie sorrowful figure of Socrates Prim er. He caught his breath sharply at |ght of Lucy, and then advanced, with is hands outstretched. | “Ah, tny poor, poor cousin Lucy!" is wailed. 5 “Oh, cousin Socrates!” Lucy cried. Mow nice of thee to come.” i Medders looked on with kindly jtnusement. He bad long known of trimmer's unrequited attachment for ticy, and to him it seemed that the »st course to pursue was to allow rimmfcr to weep it out. Primmer oked mournfully at Lucy and said: "As RIIpv mlarht hsv.A written* I Tow my heart is full of sorrow and my soul would fain repine ir another fellow's courting that old sweetheart of mine.” "But,” Lucy smiled, "I am not old, •d I am not thy sweetheart, cousin Iterates.” "Verily, Socrates,” Medders said, hou wouldst make a poor sort of isband, weeping continually about e house. Thou mlghtst dampen the jthes on ironing day, though.” “Don't mind father, cousin Socra s,” Lucy Eaid. “He doth but jest." “Harry said for me to ask thee to ow me to show thee to thy room,” tele Medders,” Socrates observed, tubriously. “And his sister will come s moment to greet poor, poor — T'l’cv” -l-v. ■ Primmer led Medders out. Lucy iked about her, wonderingly, for a trr.ent, but whatever her thoughts iy have been, they were ended sud nly when Harry hurried in. ‘I'm so sorry not to have met you :en you arrived,” he said, seizing th h^r hands, while she drew her f away in shyness. 1 ‘I am truly glad to Fee thee, Harry,” 2 told him. “Thy house is most ir1 j}; » . - - - - . . I i£^;7 iuoiced quickly at her. There lined to be an undercurrent of hid i meaning in her words. But a :nce at her lovely face, framed in j sunny hair escaping from be ith the simple Quaker bonnet, was 3Ugh to convince him that there i been no guile in her remark. Aicy, In her plain, almost severe, iy dress, with just the touch of ite at neck and throat, and the t gray ribbons tying her bonnet ieath her chin, was a marked con- ' st to the dashing beauties he knew, j t with all her simplicity of manner iSL jbla miaHtv In,” which may not be acquired , h the donning of gaudy raiment i he heightening of the color of ieeks, nor by any of the extran .ids to beauty which need not be llarized here. And such charm, nay not he lost at any moment ! one possessing it. Charm in a a is like magnetism in a man. nifests itself unconsciously and illy, so that others measure the sor by it and not by his or her ranee. ry drew- her toward him, still g her hands. There was no ting his wish. Lucy, unsophisti tbough she was, unders ood him. y, Harry,” Lucy said. “The# 1 do not think a girl should be I before she is wedded.” right!” Harry laughed, drop her hands. “You always have svay with me. A girl ought to be y careful who kisses her after married, too, don’t you think?” y smiled quaintly. Some of Har ests were a bit too flippant tor Harry w'ent on: ally. I’m mighty sorry I didn’t you at the train. But, you see, I little trouble with my machin# aerning.” was as well that thee did not us. It would have spoired fa plans. We wanted to find thee r usual atmosphere.” In Harry looked quickly at her. surroundings were such as to him keenly alive to any possible stion of some other meaning her words implied. But Lucy’s was as serious as ever. She I about the room, and sighed: y house is just lovely.” will be,” Harry said, glancing hcnsively at the door of the where Mrs. B’azes was waiting itly for her hat—“It will be it’s fixed up. Some things have moved out.” d will thy sister—Carolyn—will sue snow me uuuui iuc uuuso; uuv. asked. “Certainly," Harry answered, gal lantly. “But you don’t need her. Just make yourself at home. Go anywhere you like.” Lucy started toward the room where Harry had placed Mrs. Blazes. But Harry was following her to detain her. “And in here?” Lucy asked. “What have you there, Harry?” “There? There?” Harry stammered. "Why—why. that’s just some old junk In there. Wouldn’t interest you at all.” “A junk room? How odd!’’ “Yes—I—you see—I used to have a fad of collecting junk.” The sweat was standing on Harry's brow. He knew that Mrs. Blazes could overhear him, and his brief experience with that lady taught him that she had a natural feminine aversion to be ing termed junk. If she should de cide to assert herself by opening the door and making a few remarks! The thought was appalling. "Come, Lucy,” he suggested. "Let’s go and see—and see the goldfish.” “Nay, Harry,” she smiled. "Let me see thy collection of junk. 1 did not know thee were an authority on that.” "Later, Lucy,” he said. “Later.” "Then 1 will peep into thy library," she decided. "Is not this it?” She started to the other door, open ing into the roetn where the Count was whiling the time away and con tenting his soul with such patience as he could muster. “No, no!” Harry said, almost fran tically, catching Lucy’s arm. “Not now!” llorrv?" "1—7I've got a little surprise in there i for you, Lucy.” "A surprise? Oh, surprise me now!” ; "That would spoil it all," he assured I___1 Lucy, in Her Plain Gray Dress, Wat a fv’arked Contrast to the Dashing Beauties He Kr.ew. her, feeling that his ruse was work ing. “How can it s’. rprise me later, when I know it is to be a surprise, any way?" she asked, with feminine logic. “Well—it will be a surprise—and I —that is—” “Now, Harry, thee has aroused my curiosity. I will see now.” “No,” he to'.d her, firmly. “Not now. Later.” “But now, Harry." “Oh, come, Lucy,” he said, with a man’s usual lack of judgment. "Be '■eaeonaDie. “Ah, thee call me unreasonable! Oh, if father knew that already thee had called me that!” she pouted. “No, no. I didn’t say you were un reasonable. I just—Just asked you to be reasonable.” “But that is the same thing!” She stamped her little foot with the words. “Lucy, you misjudge me,” he said. solemnly. “1 simpiy was not ready tor you to look In there yet.” “Alas!” Lucy alniOBt wept. “Te think that we have had our firBt quar rel already!” Harry catne near to her and mur mured: “Well, let us moke up. One kiss to show me you forgive me.” “Nay, Harry,” she protested, but Dot very forcibly. “Tliee kr.owest 1 do not approve of that.” “How can you approve of a thing until you have it?” Harry wanted to know. And then— Socrates Primmer, hat box in hand, appeared in the doorway, and W'hat he saw sent his hc-art thumping to -sj.cet heels. , “Woe Is me!" he said, Badly. "The time to give her my present is not yet.” And as he turned to go he collided with Carolyn. That plump young lady accepted his apology gaily, and left him still delivering it as he went on down the hall, while she rushed to Lucy and greeted her effusively. “We're going to have the jolliest time ever!” Carolyn cried delightedly. "Well, Let Us Make Up. One Kiss to Show Me You Forgive Me.” "Come. Leave Harry to his own mis erable company, and I’ll show you your room.” As she turned, she remembered something. ‘Harry,” she said, “I want some pillows out of your room.” Carolyn rushed to the door of Har ry’s bedroom and seized the knob. Hur ry sank weekly into a chair and awaited tfee blow. .“It’s all over,’’ he said to himself. Carolyn tried the door, but it would not open. “Why, Harry!” she said. “Your room is locked.” “Eh? Oh! What?” Harry said. "Locked? Now, who could have lock ed it?” He fumbled In his pockets, mean while listening acutely for the sound which would tell him that Mrs. Illazes was presenting herself. Ilut, blessings upon her head! She did no such thing. With a gasp of relief Har ry said: "I’ve left the key somewhere. I’ll look for it after while.” Lucy looked at Carolyn with an awe-stricken face. “Is that Harry’s bedroom?” she asked, In horrified tones. “Why, yes!” Carolyn answered. “And I desired to see it! Oh! Har ry, what must thee think of me. And how nice it was of thee to tell me it was ouiy a junk room.” »» e ui win u nu vuiuij ii| ***o Harry sunk dejectedly in a big chair. Alter the girls were gone he looked apprehensively first at one door, then at the ether. Slowly he shook his head, trying to fathom the muddle into which he had plunged himself. “If I had tried to fix this up for my self,” he said, sighing deeply, “it couldn’t have been worse.” But it could be—and was about to be—much worse. CHAPTER V. Unannounced, there entered the room a slender woman, whose face was half hidden by a huge, flopping, bushel basket type of hat, the brim of which was draped with flaunting, flapping lace, and from whose crown lifted into the air a gorgeous array of feathers and ribbons and flowers. A tight-fit ting gown, with the skirt so hobbled that her steps were painfully mincing, encased her form, and from behind her drifted the most remarkable train that ever was. She tottered in on her high-hee'ed shoes and peered about the place with a mingling cl coyness and assurance that was amaz ing. Harry looked up, saw her, and groaned. Then he lapsed back furth er into the chair and mentally gave himself up to the inevitable with the words: “Ye gods! Daphane Dafilneton!” She looked him over cccliy, and said: “You!” He nodded his head weakly. Things had been piling themselves up too rap i^i„ win, *n is uViln tn face the situation with any assurance what ever. "After all these years!" she ex claimed. “To find you at last. Where have you been all this time?” “Oh”—confusedly—“I’ve been here and there—first at heme and then away off.’’ “Well,” she said, pursing her lips determinedly, “you’re away off if you think you can shake me as easily now as you did the last time.” "I’m sorry, Daphne,” Harry told her. “I know you have a right to think harshly of me.” % “A right!” she said, scornfully. “I know,” he confessed, “that you think I treated you shabbily.” “Shabbily?” she sniffed. “You only call It shabby to aek me to go to a ball game, and leave me under an awning In a pouring rain—and that's the last I see of you In two whole, long, weary years!” Harry squirmed. “I guess that wasn’t right, Daphne,” he acknowledged. “You said you were going for a cab,” she accused him. Harry jumped up suddenly. “I’ll go and gat you one now,” he offered. Bcphne steprsd him with a steely glance. ar.d demanded: “Where’s that bat I sent here?” Harry stared at her for the jnemont '4 - with utter blankness. Then It Blowly filtered through his brain that she was the milliner to whom Mrs. Diases had telephoned. Daphne misinter preted his stare for one of admiration, and with a remarkable imitation of shyness, she asked: "Do you think my new gown Is be coming, really?" “It’s a beaut," Harry Informed her. “It’s a beaut. How do you get It on? With a shoe horn?” “There you go again!” Daphne Bald, accusingly. “You were always so full of sarcasm that you acted sour. I want that hat I sent over here.” “You never sent any hat here.” “Yes, I did. A yellow hat, trimmed with red poppies. It was a duplicate of an Imported model that I sold to one of my best patrons.” ‘Tve heard of that hat,” Harry mused. Then he said, brightly: “Why, you're not the renowned Mile. Daphne, the milliner, are you?” “None other,” preened Daphne. "You see, I have risen to fame and achieved my ambitions, while you have been content to remain in ob scurity.” “To my sorrow,” Harry replied, “that is too true, Daphne. Dut about the hat, I really know nothing of It. There must be a mistake.” “It came here, all right,” Daphne replied. “The party who got it wouldn’t give his name. He just gave this number.” “Well, I wish such a hat were here. The messenger must have taken it to the wrong house. Now, Daphne, 1 want just such a hat as that, and I’ll pay you a good price lor It.” Daphne shook her head judicially, and fluttered her hands as though she had been asked to pluck a few stars from the sky. “1 can’t make another,” she said. “There aren’t any ruoqe like the orig inal. 1 had two models, but they’re V»nth coup Opp I fcolri tn Mrs. Blazes—” “Mrs. Blazes!” Harry Interrupted. “Yes,” Daphne said, “Mrs. General Blazes.” Harry looked at the door of his room, expecting Mrs. Blazes to come forth and enter the discussion. What construction Daphne might put on her presence, concealed, In his house, he feared to imagine. This, coupled with his old flirtation with Daphne, and her sensiatively jealous disposi tion, would be sure to make tilings unp’easant for him. And, further, it she learned that Lucy was here, and discovered his fondness for Lucy, he knew mighty well what sort of a row she would kick up. He trembled at the thought. Daphne saw his trepi dation. “Why?” she asked. "What is Mrs. Blazes to you?” “Nothing,” Harry said, fervently. “Absolutely nothing.” “Well, you acted queer. You al ways did act queer,” Daphne said. “Anyway, the ether hat was sent here, and I want to get it.” "But It isn't here," Harry assured her. “if it were, I wouldn't let you have it. because I want one like it my self. Can’t yen make or.e for me?” "I might,” Daphne said, assuming (he coy air that she fancied to be eo irresistible. "Why do you want a hat? Is it for your sister?” "No, Daphne. Ycu see, it's this way. I—I'm to have a guest—two guests. A yGur.g lady I'm greatly in “Ye Gods! Daphne Daffington!” terested in—you see, it has been so long since we parted that I am sure you have forgotten me—and so—well, this young lady is to visit my sister, ! and—well, I’ve got to get that hat,” i “Is the hat for her?’’ Daphne asked, ! Interestedly. “No,” Harry blundered. “It's for ! another woman.” Daphne drew herself up with the pose of a.tragedy queen. “Aha!” she said, In denunciatory tones. "So you’re up to your old tricks, are you?” Harry wilted at that, and oould make no sufficient reply. “Well,” Daphne decided, "111 make you the hat—on on® condition. T’l get it flniifted this alternoon, provided , that you and I—just our two little selves—sha.l have one of our old time cozy, comfy dinners tonight.” Harry was aghast. This w’as too much. The more he tried to get out of his trouble the more new troubles ' were Invented for him. “Daphne,” he said, “I—I simpiy can’t do that.” “Two years ago.” Daphne reminded him, “you would have jumped at the l chance to have the dinner, and never have bothered about the hat.” “I know, but, Daphne, it i3 impos sible. You see, these guests will be here, and 1 can’t be .sway, when 1 sUuuiu oe entertaining them.’ “They won’t miss you,” Daphne said, cruelly. “You’re not so very en tertaining.” "I know it—and I'm at my worst to day. So,” with a hopeful cadence in his voice, “you get me the hat and we’ll have that little dinner some oth er evening.” “No dinner tonight, no hat today,” was Daphne’s ultimatum, when from somewhere in the house came the voices of Lucy and Carolyn calling to Harry. “Great Scott!” he muttered. “This thing’s getting worse! They mustn’t see you here.” , “They?" Daphne asked. “Who are they?” "One is my sister; the other Is—the other girl.” “Oh, goodness. Harry!” Daphne al most wept. "I didn't mean to get you into trouble. Hide me, hide me! Heavens! If there should be any talk about me—Just when my millinery business is doing so nicely. You ought to be ashamed to allow an in nocent girl to take such chances as I this.” But Harry was hurrying her toward the library door.- At first he had un | consciously started her toward the I other one, but halted, remembering that Mrs. Blazes was there. He mute ly directed her to go into the library, and then said in a hasty whisper: “Don’t pay ary attention to the 1 map in there. Just hide yourself in there a few minutes, and I'll get the girls to go hack downstairs on some pretext.” As the door closed on Daphne he left the room and so he did not hear from the library the voice of the Count saying: “Veil, py gracious! Liddle Daphne." Nor the amazed tones of Daphne aa she exclaimed: "Why Count! What are you doing cere l CHAPTER VI. For a time there was silence In the room. Then the door of one room opened and Mrs. Blazes peered anx iously forth. “I wordier w hy he 1$ so long getting that hat,” she said to herself. The door across from her began to open, and she hurriedly dashed back and closed her door. The Count and Daphr.o came from the library. “Indeed,” Daphne said, "he might have told me you were In there. But maybe he meant it as a surprise to me.” She simpered and peeped roguishly at the Count. “I hope," the Count said, "it vas a surprise. To think dot now ve hail a meetings.” "The pleasure is all yours, sweet r.oble of teutonic blood," said Daphne, with fine sarcasm. The Count looked at her with pique, shaking his head mournfully. “To think!” he sighed. "After ail I spend on you, den you leave me vaitir.g for you in such disgraceful ness on der corner!” i Daphne tried to explain. "Honest. County,” she said, at which pet name he flinched. "Honest, Coun ty, I didn't mean to disappoint you, but a traveling gentleman I hadn't ' seen for a lor.g time came throaeh, and as I hadn't sjen him for so long, I went to supper, with him. You see, the trouble with you and me was the way we talked. Half the time 1 couldn’t understand you and the other half you couldn't understand me.” The Count looked at her blankly. Her explanation did not explain at all. “Such a deceitfulness!” he said. "And after I gave you my ring. How darc-d you keep it?” The Count’s haughty Indignation over her having kept his ring was tinctured with a little twinga of con science over the fact that, separated from them by only a thin door, was another lady to whom, that very day, he had given a simi ar ring. The Count had the habit of ‘ wishing on” a ring, as an incident of his various flir taliens. And no sooner did he wish it oh then he began to wish it back. "I didn't keep your Old ring: j Daphne retorted, j “You didn’t?” "No. I gave it away to a gentleman : friend.” j “Vat!” the Count asked. In noble horror. “You gave my beaudiful ring I r.vay. Ach! To think of it. mit all its family unt historical significance j being on der finger of some common perron!” "Indeed,” Daphne snapped. “He isn’t any common person. J want you o know. He is the head of a noble family, a respected citizen and a par Ucu’ar admirer of mine.” The Count regarded her w ith an icy stare as he said crushingiy: “I am afraid den he iss not bo par ticular as he might be.” For a moment the very air was tense between them. The Count glared at Daphne, and Daphne re turned his glare with fiery interest. She leaned ever until her sharp nose was within three inches of his face, md faid to him in rafccry accents: “You can't insult me. I’ve been U» suited by experts!’’ The Count Jumped as though ne had been pricked by a p‘:n. This set ting of him down as a nonentity, ac companied by a sharp snap of the fingev, was a bit more cava’ier treat ment than he had ever rec ived. He 1 cou’d think of nothirg to say in replj. ! Daphne, now thoroughly angiy. went j on: “I want you to understand that Gen | era! Blazes—’’ “You gave my rire to Cheneral j Blazer,!” the Count ga ped. “Sure,” Daphne r» pl'ed. “Mein Gott im hirnmel!” With one of his rings on the C»en 5 eral’s finger and the other on tbe finger of the General's wife, the 1 thought was too much. The "Count dropped limply Into a chair and | wagged his head grimly. “Bolh rings In der same family! Ach, Gott!” he murmured. I Harry hurried Into the room, and stopped in astonishment at sight of , them. | “Here!" he exclaimed, "you should n’t have come out here. Get back in the library for a minute and then I’ll let you escape.” j He smiled easily now, for he be lieved he had arranged matters so that he could eliminate these people i -____ "The Idea!" She Ejaculated. "I Won’t Breathe the Same Air With That German Foreigner!” from his home and have some peace the rest of the day. Daphne and the Count meekly en tered the library, and Harry ran to the door of his bedroom and was about to open It when he heard Caro lyn calling him: "Oh, Harry, where are you?” Mrs. Blazes, hearing him at her door, opened it and was now coming out, when, to her utter astonishment he shoved her back into the room and pulled the door to. “I'm coming,” he called to Carolyn* and hurried out again. Simutaneously the door of the li brary opened, aoul Dajulcne emerged. “The idea!” she ejaculated. ”1 won't, breathe the same air with that Ger man foreigner!” Then she heard some one approach ing the room. a»;d consternation etized her. She looked nt-rvously about for a place of concealment. "Where can 1 hide? Whe*e can l hide?” she wailed. The voices came nearer, and des perately she rushed to the door oi' the bedroom wherein was Mrs. Blazes. Opening the door, she dashed in. With mutual exclamations of recog nition she and Mrs. Blazes saw each other. And the dcor was still trem bling shut when Lucy and Haro strolled into the den. Sisters in affliction and adversity, Mrs. Blazes and D: phne were not long in confiding to each other, in bated whispers, the reasons for their pres ence. Daphne’s position was one well calculated to upset her Derves. Out side were two men with whom she had flirted, one of whom warned a ring he had given her and which she had presented to the husband of the lady with whom she was talking. On the other hand, Mrs. Blazes was not happily situated. Without a per fect duplicate of her hat she felt that she could not go home. She could not leave the room now, to go home, auy way. And now, locked in with her, was the only person who could make a duplicate of her hat. “What are we to do?” -she tearfully asked Daphne. “Be quiet and listen to what goes*, on out there,” Daphne told her. "Mr. Swifton Is just as anxious to get us out as we are to get out. If some one else doesn’t drop in and have to be hidden, I think he will work it some way.” ••Well, if 1 get out of here undiscov ered,” said Mrs. Blazes, raising her hand to wipe away a tear, “I’ll never flirt again.” Daphne's sharp eyes saw a familiar ring on her finger. “What a lovely ring, Mrs. Blazes!” **TVH vnnr hushftTlft give it to you?” “What? Oh, this ring?” Mrs. R azes answered guiltily, folding her other hand about it carelessly, so as to coneenl it. “Oh, no, that’s just a ring that belongs to a friend of mine.” Daphne could not unde: stand it, and yet she could not ask any more <iues tions. She contented herself with say ing: •“I’ve heard that sometimes rlnga brought bad luck.”_ Continued next week. Commissioner's S le. j, T. Cannon vs. Mrs. Adccia Simmons, et. at No. 2994. B\ virtue of a decree of t he Honor able Chancery Court of i.ee County, State of Mistit >ip pi. r»ider«d at the April T<rm, A. D . 19)1. thereof, otder i iiig a se e of certain lands mention <f therein, Norbin Jones, the undersigned ! appointed eemmissiorer to execute said ’ decree, will on . Saturday the 24th day of June, 1911. expose at public auction to the ; hip best bidder for cash at the Court ' Reuse door in the ( ity of Tupelo, with , in the h<%»s prescribed by law, tie '• following d< scribed lards, b*ing in said County and State, to-wit: The Vast J of the northeast } of scc j tier ?4, township S, range 7. east. To i teller with the ajpuit'ranees ai d her-d't> m enfs thereunto appertaining. NORBIN JONES, C« n n.issioner. Doted 29 dav ol May, 1811. C. P. Long, Sol. 10 4t.