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OLY WEEK leads us , through the
deep shades of penitence and sor
row ,to Gethsemane, the Last Sup
per, Good Friday and the Cross,
leaving us In silence and darkness
at the sepulchre. But now, lo, as
at Christmas, an angel brings joy
ful tidings to them. Here again an
' angel voices the greatest, gladdest.
most blessed truth that ever thrilled
the ears and elated the souls of
men: ('Christ Is Risen."
Thus our week of sorrows and our way by the
Cross, lead us to this brightest morn of time, to the
shining mount of immortality, to the glorious vision
of eternal life. What a gift is life ! What a Joy
It Is to live 1 The joys of sight and the visions of
the eye; the joy of activity and work, the joy of
high and noble aims, the joys of the heart, of
friendship, and love; the joy of elevated thoughts;
the manly joy of overcoming difficulties ; the high
transports of doing good and sacrifice for truth's
sake; the joy in the sense of the beautiful and
sublime in nature; the ecstasies In the rapt 'har
monies of music ; the joy In religious worship and
prayer what tongue of archangel can tell the joy,
the bliss, the rapture, embraced In this all In all
life!" v
But sweet, varied and glorious as is this gift of
life, we see confronting It the black, spectral, in
stable figure of death. Who, then, but must study
this, question which concerns his happiness more
deeply than all else? This death, which steadily
creeps toward me, will It really wrest from me this
priceless possession of life? This is the supreme
thought for every living soul to reflect upon on
Easter Day. To study In the light of the Gospel
of the Resurrection.
Nature here Is our first teacher. She Is full of
emblems of the Resurrection. Could you forecast
the golden fruit from the withered blossom, or the
bird from the broken shell, or the brilliant, plum
aged insects' wings from the chrysalis coffin from
which it emerges? So spring Is full of signs. Ev
ery spring. In forest, garden and field, death Is
swallowed up of life. All winter the trees stand
stripped and bare; the shrubs, the grasses, the
flowers sleep In a cold white sepulchre of snow.
But in the spring; comes the dawn of a new life.
The drifts melt, the fountains flow, the rivers burst
their Ice bonds, the trees put forth buds and leaves,
the grasses awake from their chill slumbers, and
the crocus and myrtle peep from the ground the
advance guard of that lovely army of flowers which
will decorate the whole summer with their plu
mage. It is the Resurrection time of the visible crea
tion. It Is the Easter of the world. It Is nature's
prophetic answer to the Inquiring soul of man,
and It Is full of hope. It Is the grand Epic of Im
mortality, written by the finger of God upon the
strata- of the earth. Rev. J. B. Remensnyder.
There Is one day In the year on which custom
requires that the grounds of the White House,
ordinarily sacred against Intrusion, shall be thrown
open to all comers. It Is Easter Monday, which Is
par excellence the children's day In Washington.
On that occasion the little ones come from far and
near to roll eggs on the smooth lawns In the rear
of the executive mansion, and their prerogative In
this regard Is of long standing. '
It Is one of the prettiest customs of the festive
'kind that survive In this part of the world, and
nobody knows exactly how or when It originated.
Ever so long, perhaps a century ago. In the neigh
borhood of Baltimore and adjacent counties of
Virginia, It was the hnblt of the children to go out
In little parties on Easter Monday and roll eggs.
For some reason unexplained the sport has become
In a manner localized in Washington, and In earll
. er days the egg rolling was done on tht capltol
grounds ns well as at the White House. But on
one unfortunate occasion so much dumage was
done to the grass that unsympathetic legislators
for the nation promulgated a decree forbidding the
practice.
Thus It has come about that the children all as
semble at the White House, where the grounds
are specially adapted to that purpose, being of a
rolling contour, with mnny small mound-shaped
hills, down the slopes of which the eggs easily
travel. McKInley took muUi Interest In this Easter
pnstline, and usually found time to go out himself
Into the crowd and watch the sport for a few min
utes. General Grant used to do the same thing,
a cigar In his mouth, and Nellie Arthur, who was
a child when she lived In the executive mansion,
herself took part In the games. Benjamin Har
rison's grandchildren did the same thing.
The festival is one to which nearly every child
In Washington looks forward when Easter time
romps round, and not the least part of the fun Is
the decoration of the eggs, which must be dyed
beforehand In all sorts of colors. The older young
slers take pride-In coloring, their own eggs, while
the younger ones depend upon mamma. By Satur
day night the eggs must be ready, snuggled In a
little basket, with some green excelsior, if possible,
to counterfeit grass. Then, when Monday's sun
l as risen, with promise of favorable weather, the
b:;irns start for the festive scene, In most cases
accompanied by parents or nurse.
It is tin all-day affair, this business of egg roll
ing, and the children are anxious to begin It as
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early as possible. They gather In crowds outside
the .tall Iron fenee that encloses the White House
grounds, and when the gates are thrown open, at
exactly nine a. vt., they flock in pell-mell and dis
tribute themselves in gladsome squads over the
grass-covered hillocks. No time Is lost, the sport
beginning at once, and soon it is In fast and furi
ous progress, the greensward speckled with efcgs
of rainbow hues, and the echoes of merry childish
voices gladdening the spring time air.
All the children wear their best clothes, which
are destined to be sadly mussed and more or less
torn before the day Is over, yet a thoroughly dem
ocratic spirit reigns, the youngsters being of all
classes. The fashionable northwestern section of
the city Is largely represented, as well as the com
monalty, and there Is not even any distinction of
color, the small black urchin joining in the play
with the aristocratic offspring of a cabinet mem
ber. Some of the children make races with their
eggs, starting them simultaneously from Ithe top
of a hillock, with the understanding that the one
to reach the bottom first' Is the winner. If it is
"for fair" the egg of the loser passes Into the pos
session of the successful contestant. Another way
Is to roll an egg down hill, to be received at the
bottom on the point of a second egg, if the thing
Is properly done, and failure or success in this ob
ject gives rise to much merriment. Or, again,
two children may roll their eggs toward each oth
er on a flat piece of ground, and when they have
met the one cracked is lost.
"Picking eggs" is a form of the sport peculiar
to the boys, requiring as it does some degree of
expertness, while having about It the thrilling sug
gestion of a gamble. One boy holds an egg in his
fist, so as to expose the smallest possible bit of the
point, and this Is attacked by the point of another ,
boy's egg, a series of taps deciding which Is the
harder of the two. First It Is point to point, then
butt, to butt, and then finally "slders," the upshot
of the affair being a transfer of the cracked egg
to the owner of the one that remains unbroken.
Now and then along comes a knowing youth, with
wisdom beyond his years, and a guinea hen's egg,
which, inasmuch as It Is much harder than any
hen's egg. Is a sure winner. But it Is a green
youngster that does not know enough to be on
his guard against an egg that has speckles on It,
even though It be artfully explained to him that It
was laid by a speckled hen. Occasionally a china
egg Is similarly worked as a "ringer."
When the eggs are rolled down hill, it Is custom
ary for the owners to roll after them a perform
ance somewhat calculated to Injure clothes and In
cidentally liable to result in the smoshing- of the
eggs. But this latter Is a matter of no great im
portance, Inasmuch as a broken egg Is something
to be Immediately eaten, and the devouring of It
Is a pleasant incident. Necessarily the eggs are
all hard boiled, and, therefore in condition for off
hand consumption.
At twelve o'clock it -is time for lunch, and then
mamma or nurse spreads a delightful meal on the
greensward a feast, which, owing to the joyful
circumstances, Is vastly more appetizing than the
most elaborate banquet at home could be. Egs.
as is proper, furnish the piece de resistance usual
ly, but there Is milk In bottles for the very small
tots, for children of all ages are present, and many
of them even come In baby carriages, being not
yet old enough to walk. Outside the grounds are
many hucksters with goat wagons and donkey
carts, who have for sale plentiful supplies of can
dy, peanuts, pies, apples and oranges. On the
whole, It Is somewhat like a circus.
To make things altogether Joyful, the marine
band, which Is the President's own troop of musi
cians, usually plays for the benefit of the little
ones, being stationed on a platform near by.
Between 9 a. m. and 1 p. m. no grown-ups are
admitted unless accompanied by children. Stren
uous effort Is necessary to prevent children from
hiring out to adults who wish to see the sport but
are minus the necessary youngster. Every year
lads hire out to ojtslders at 25 cents each and
pass them through the gates.
In the afternoon great numbers of grown folks
come to see the fun, enjoying ,it almost as much
as the youngsters do. By the time the sun gets
well over Into the western sky most of the eggs
have been broken, and then It is that colored per
sons with large grins and cavernous stomachs come
around, suggesting a willingness to devour all the
eggs the children will give them. This Is great
sport from the children's point of view, and the
number of eggs consumed by some of the volun
teers is really astonishing.
Finally it Is all over. The wreck that Is left be
hind is doleful indeed. Everywhere the grass is
strewn with a litter of broken eggs, brown paper
and other debrls.-and little feet have made many a
hole in the turf. It cost $114 one year to repair
the damage done on this one day of jollification.
But Uncle Sam paid the bill without a murmur
the fun was worth the money.
In Jerusalem, Holy week, between Palm Sunday
and Easter, besides being the occasion of solemn
service Inside the churches, sees many associated;
ceremonies that are as picturesque as devout. The
Via Dolorosa (Sorrowful Way), (supposed to be
the road over which Christ bore the cross to Cal
vary), is thronged with pilgrims from all parts of
the world, who follow the route on their knees. .
In Rome, In a small building near the Lateratf
palace, similar devotees cjimb, upon their knees.
the whole length of a flight of 28 steps the Scala
Santa (sacred stairway), which once stood In
Pilate's palace at Jerusalem, and was trodden by
the Man of Sorrows, whom Pilate delivered up to,
death. , (
In New Mexico a religious fraternity known as
the Brothers of Penitence fofr over a sentury cele
brated the week before Easter with self-tortures
of the most sickening description. The members
of the organization are not monks, but men who
live the rest of the year- like their neighbors, as
commonplace farmers, herdsmen and traders. Only
at this season they take it upon themselves to offer
heaven the grewsome sight of human creatures
whipping themselves with rawhide thongs and
pressing cactus thorns Into their own flesh. Not
many years ago they even used to nail one chosen
out of their own number to a tall wooden cross,
set up In the wilderness. Efforts, In the main, suc
cessful, have been made of late years, to stop the
observance.
In Russia the Easter salutation Is a picturesque
survival from apostolic customs. Friends and
neighbors, or even strangers, who chance to meet
on the street, say: "Christ is risen!" "He is
risen indeed !' the other person responds. And
very often- a kiss Is exchanged even by two men,
in token of the day's significance. The religious
observance is elaborate. This, of course, jvas in
the old Russia. Nobody seems to khow what ob
servance there Is, under Soviet rule.
Our Filipino cousins, after going to church "Eas
ter morning, wilp think the afternoon wasted un
less they see a good cock fight. In Spain nnd
most Spanish-speaking countries a bull fight is
both popular and distinctly fashionable as enter
tainment for the afternoon .of Easter day.
Greece has local celebrations that are full of dig
nity and beauty. One of these is the famous chor
al dance, which takes place each year at Megara,
a few miles from Athens. Jt Is performed out of
doors, in the presence of thousands of spectators
by country girls of marriageable age, all dressed
In a special holiday costume of singular beauty
and elegance. The dance Is sedate and stately to
the last degree, and is said to have close resem
blance to the religious dance of Greek maidens
2,000 and 3,000 years ago. But, though the danc
ers are most demure In their manners, it is an
open secret that their appearance now Is prac
tically a bid for offers of marriage. One would not
suppose this could be necessary to encourage woo
ers, but the fact Is the modern Greek stands out
rather stiffly for a good dowry with his bride, and
a girl whose face Is her fortune has to advertise it.
MRS. CARTER, . NO. 2
Synopsis. Harriet Field, twenty
eight, years old, and beautiful, is
the social secretary of the flirta
tious Mrs. Isabel Carter, at
'Crownlands," Bichard Carter's
home, and governess of seventeen-year-old
Nina.Carter. Ward, twenty-four
years old and impression
able, fancies himself in love with
his mother's attractive secretary.
Mrs. Carter's latest "affair" is with
young Anthony Pope, and the
youth is taking it very seriously.
Presiding over the teacups this
summer afternoon, Harriet is pro
foundly disturbed by the arrival of
a visitor. Royal Blondin. Next
day, at a tea party in the city,
Blondin makes himself agreeable
to Nina, and leaves a deep impres
sion on the unsophisticated girt
Harriet's agitation over the appear
ance of Blondin at "Crownlands"
is explained by the fact that he
had been a disturbing element in
her life ten years before and she
fears him. The man is an avowed
adventurer, living on the gullibility
of the idle rich. He frankly an
nounces to Harriet his intention of
marrying Nina, and urges her to
aid him. She is in a sense In his
power, and after pleading with him
to abandon his scheme agrees to
follow a policy of neutrality.
Knowing the tender feeling she has
Inspired in Ward Carter, Harriet
is tempted to marry him for the
position and wealth he can give
her, though realizing she does not
love him. Blondin has Ingratiated
himself with Madame Carter, Rich
ard's mother, and she Is whole
heartedly in favor of hiB marriage
with Nina. Ward urges Harriet to
marry him. She procrastinates.
Mrs. Carter elopes with Pope. Blon
din threatens Harriet. She prays
to do what is right. Blondin and
Harriet agree to keep silent about
their past relations. Richard Car
ter proposes a marriage, entirely
businesslike, to take place as soon
as he is divorced. Harriet says
"No," and goes to visit her sister.
The elopement ends in Mrs. Car
ter's death. Harriet secretly mar
ries Richard Carter and returns to
Crownlands.
WAS MESSENGER OF GODDESS
Pretty Legend Wh en Connects the
N Hare With the Symbol of the
Awakening of Life.
It appears from a very ancient, but
little known tradition, that the rabbit,
or rather the hare; sacred to Ostnra,
whs originally a bird, very possibly
the swallow. The goddess finding her
winged messenger was not fitted to
t-ndure all toils and climates, trans
formed her Into a brisk, quick-footed
little quadruped with long ears, a
warm furry coaf, and no tail to speak
of, ready and able to summon belated
spring from wherever she might be
lingering, and to guide her safely' even
aiming the Icebergs of the frozen
north. Thenceforward the hare, the
emblem of fertility, was known as the
friend and messenger of. the spring
goddess ; nnd In memory of her former
existence as a bird, the hare once a
year, at Easter, lays the gaily colored
eggs that are the symbol of the awak
ening of earth and the renewal of life.
This is the mythological explanation
of the connection of Easter eggs and
bunnies, hut there are many other
stories telling why the sportive hare
is responsible for the bright-hued eggs
at this spring festival.
Had Almost Too Much Learning.
The cultured calculators have been
extremely rare. The extraordinary
Baratier may, perhaps, be cited, born
In 1721, who. at the age of twelve, had
all the mathematicians guessing. He
could read at three; at four he -could
speak Latin, French and 'German; at
seven he knew Greek and Hebrew; at
eleven he had written a dictionary of
the last two tongues; at thirteen he
was sending contributions to the vari
ous learned societies, etc. Finally, at
nineteen, on Sept. 5, 1740, having
learned apparently all there was to
know, he died. That's what much
learning leads to.
POWDERED FRUIT JUICES
It would be very convenient to keep
In the pantry fruit Juices In the form
of dry powders, so that one could mix
n tflans of lemonade or orangeade or
other beverage offhand. They would
be useful, also, for cooking. A newly
patented process for making such
powders consists In mixing,, the fruit
J-.ilce with gelatinized starch and re
ducing the solution to a dry product
by atomizing Into It a current of dry,
warm air. Philadelphia Ledger.
COULDNT SEE THE AMUSING SIDE
Co-Ed Might Have Enjoyed Comedy
Had She Not Been Really '
the Central Figiyc.
When I was a dignified senior in col
lege the walks of the university hill In
winter when covered with Ice were
always Inviting places on which to
slide usually thronged wjlh students.
One day there was practically no one
on It, so I determined to get my hoped-
for slide. I took a long run and sailed
swiftly down the hill.
Woe betid ! Just as I appronched
the chemistry building a crowd of
handsome young men and the severest
professor in the university came out.
Bang! I hit the professor nnd he!
went rolling Into a snowdrift. Bang,
bang ! Two of the handsome young
men fi.llowed.
When I finally lit at the bottom of
the hill In a state of disorder, the
sight of the wrathful professor and
the two men still floundering in the
drifts, and the rest of the students
doubled up with mirth might have been
highly amusing to me, too, had I been
in better condition to enjoy it. Chica
go Tribune.
Old Idea Punctured.
It Isn't true, as far as our observa
tion goes, that women want the last
word they prefer to keep on talking.
Boston Transcript.
CHAPTER X Continued.
10
"Mr. Eaton," Harriet said. In an un
dertone, making another strategic de
cision, "come In here to the library,
will you? I want to speak to you."
"When you speak to me thus," said
Corey Eaton, passionately. "I can re
fuse you naught!"
But he sobered Instantly Into tre
mendous gravity at Harriet's first con
fidence. She told him simply of Isa
belle's death.
"Well, that surely Is rotten th.
poor old boy !" said Corey, affectionate
ly. "Ward's mad about his mother,
too! Well, say, what do you know
about that? We'll beat it. Miss Field.
Nixon and I. We came in my car, and
well go to the Jays' for dinner. - Say,
that Is tough, though, isn't It?"
It was not eloquent, but It was sin
cere, and Harriet made her thanks so
personal and so flattering that the
young man could only fervently push
his plans for TJepartnre, swearing se
crecy, and evidently touched by being
taken into her confidence. The fast
nesses were yielding one after anoth
er; Harriet could have laughed as she
left him at the foot of the stairs. Bot
tomley, the butler, respectfully ad
dressed her as she turned back Into
the hall:
"Miss Field, I wonder If you'd be so
good 1
She nodded, and accompanied him
Instantly into the pantry, where they
could be alone.
"It's Madame," said Bottomley, bit
terly, "she's just 'ad me up there aglne.
It's really tryln' that's what It is.
It's tryin' !"
"Now, Just wait Tne moment, Bot
tomley," Harriet said, soothingly. "I
want to talk to you and Pilgrim. 1 Is
she In her room? Suppose we go
there?"
Pleased with the consideration In
her manner, the outraged Bottomley
led the way. The housekeeper was
enjoying a solitary cup of ten ; she
bustled hospitably for more cups.
"I want to tell you that your comln'
has taken a load off my soul." said
Pilgrim, a gray, round-visaged woman
who had a sentimental heart, "and so
I said to Mr. Carter not three days
since! It's been very bad. Indeed,
Miss, since you went, as we was tellln
vou a bit back. Impudence, orders
this way and that, confusion and
what not. and Mr. Ward very wild,
really very wild, and so at last Bot
tomley said he couldn't stand it."
'Tin hoping he will reconsider
that," Harriet said, pleasantly, with
a glance at the face Bottomley tried
to make inflexible. "For I'm going to
tell you two old friends some news.1
With no further pre-imble Harriet an
nounced Isabelle's d?ath.
The servants were ' naturally
shocked. There were a few moments
of ejaculatory and sorrowful surprise.
When this had died away, Harriet
had more news.
"I'm going to tell you two some
thing," she began. "You are the very
first to know, and I know you'll be
glad. Before I left the house last Oc
tober, Mr. Carter did me the the
great honor to ask me to to marry
bim." ,
It gave her inward delight even to
voice it ; It made the ' miracle seem
more real. Bottomley and Pilgrim ex
changed stupefied glances in a dead
silence.
"I met him at eleven o'clock today,
Harriet finished, simply, "and we
drove to Greenwich in Connecticut,
and we were married at one o'clock,
Bottomley and Pilgrim glanced
again at each other, glanced at Har
riet, opened their mouths slowly.
"To think of you bein' Mrs. Carter!"
Pilgrim marveled in a whisper.
"Oh, sh-sh-sh ! You mustn't say It
even !" Harriet caught both their
hands. "No one must know. I only
told you so that you would help me,
so that you would understand ! There
will be no change, anywhere "
Bottomley shook a dazed head ; but
Pilgrim looked at the other woman
with kindly eyes, and presently said
"You'd have been a very silly girl
not to take him, and as I always tell
the girls love'll come fast enough aft
erward !"
The words came back to Harriet
hours later, when the house was quiet,
md when, comfortably wrapped In a
'oose slJk robe, she was musing be
side her fire. Nina was asleep; to
Ward, who ati Iiendachy and fever
ish, she had paid a late visit. Madame
Carter had not come down to dinner,
and when Harriet had sent in a mes
sage, had asked to be excused from
any calls, even from Nina and Miss
Field, this evening.
Nina had chattered constantly dur
ing the meal. Granny had had a ter
rible time with them all. And Ward
and Nina and "Royal" the name sud
denly leaped between them again
had been arrested for speeding. And
Daddy had threatened Nina with a
boarding school, and Granny fcad
cried.
"Where Is Mr. Blondin now, Nina?"
Harriet had asked.
"Oh, he's round!" Nina had said,
airily. "I suppose you put Daddy up
to saying that I wasn't to see so much
of him !" she had added, with her
worldly wise drawl.
"Not at all," Harriet had said.
"Ladybird and I are planning a
trip," Nina had further confided. "I
sliall be eighteen In February, you
know, and we want to go round the
world. Wouldn't it be wonderful to
go with her, for she's been about fifty
times !"
"Wonderful!" Harriet had been
obliged to concede.
"But, dearest child, what does pour
father think?"
"Father---" Nina had shrugged re
gretfully. "But I shall be of age!"
she had reminded her companion.
"Yes, I know, dear, but Father's
ward for another- three years, you
know !"
Why, Ladybird says" the girl had
been ready, and had spoken with
flushed cheeks "Ladybird says that
in that case we'll go anyway, and
she'll pay all expenses! That's the
kind of friend she Is !"
"Love'll come fast enough after
ward !" Pilgrim had said, nnd Harriet
thought Pilgrim was rather a wise
woman, In her homely way. The girl
stirred the fire and settled herself to
watch It
After what? . Well, certainly not
after anything so short, simple and
unconvincing as that three minutes
with the clergyman today. The utter
unreality of that had seemed to blend
with the silent, snowy day, and with
the dulled and dreamy condition of
her own brain. Snow was .falling
softly when she had met Bichard Car
ter at the office, at half-past ten, and
snow lisped against the windows of
the limousine as they two, with
Irving Fox, Richard's kindly, middle
aged, confidential clerk, were whirled
out of the city, and on and on through
the bare little wintry towns. Fox bad
had some papers to which they occa
sionally referred; -the old clerk was
the only person to congratulate Har
riet warmly when the brief and be
wildering business was over and she
had her wedding ring. It was alone
with Fox that she made the return
trip. Richard came back by train,
saving an hour, and was at the office
when they got there. Harriet did not
see him again ; he was In conference ;
and presently she quietly got back
Into the motorcar, and on her way to
meet Nina she slipped the plain circle
of gold Into her handbag.
She had It out tonight, and put It
on her bare, pretty hand, and held It
to the fire, and slowly the events of
the bewildering and tiring day wheeled
before her, and only the reality of the
ring assured her that it was not all a
confused dream. Married! And all
alone before the glowing coals, weary
from hostile encounters, on her mar
riage night!
Sue haM Intended to write to Linda
tonight; Linda was vexed with her,
and small wonder! For Harriet had
left the little New Jersey house al
most without farewells, had come
down to an earlier breakfast even
than Fred's, and had said briefly that
she was returning to the Carters, and
would- see them all soon.
Why hadn't she told Linda? Well,
for one 'reason, she had hardly be
lieved her own memory of the talk on
Christmas day 'with Richard. Then
she had feared opposition, feared
Linda's shocked references to decent
intervals of mourning; Linda's frank
belief that there was no strong per
sonal feeling Involved .on Richard's
part; Linda's advice to a bride.
Harriet's face burned af the mere
thought of it. No, she couldn't tell
Linda yet ; she was too tired to write
tonight, anyway. Linda and Fred had
"It Isn't Exactly What I Expected
Marriage to Be."
not been at all approving, Christmas
night. David had reproached her, had
disappeared earlier than was expect
ed or necessary; they bad not failed
of their suspicions.
, "Well ! I must go to bed," she said
aloud, suddenly. She stood, one elbow
on the mantel, her beautiful eyes fixed
on the dying fire. It was midnight,
the room nnd the house very still. "It
isn't exactly what I expected marriage
to be," she mused. "But after all,'
she said to herself, beginning to mov
about with last preparations for bed,
"I'm married to the man I love noth
ing can change that. And If he doesn'
love me, he likes me. I've done noth
ing wrong, and If my life Is just a lit
tie different from most women's why,
I shall have to make the best of It I
And I did tell him I did tell him"
And her thoughts went back to the
first few minutes she had. spent In
Richard's office that day. They had
been alone, discussing the last details
of their astonishing plan, when she
had suddenly taken the plunge.
Mr. Carter, there is Just one thing!
Of course," Harriet's cheeks had
flamed, "of course, this marriage of
ours is not the usual marriage, and
yet, there Is just one thing of which I
ould like to speak to you before we
-we go up to Greenwich." And find
ing his gray eyes pleasantly fixed upon
her she had gone on, confused but de
termined: "I'm twenty-seven now
and perhaps I might have married
some other 'man before this except
that when I was seventeen I did
fall in love with a man I ' And we
ere to be married !" She had
topped short; it was Incredibly hard.
He had or I thought he had, brought
something tremendously big and won
derful Into my life," Harriet had con
tinued, "and I was a stupid little girl,
just taking care of my sister's babies
and reading my father's books "
You are under no obligation to tell
me anything of this," , Richard had
said, kindly, far more concerned for
her distress than interested in what
she was saying. "I must have known
that there were admirers 1 I assure
you that" '
No, but Just a moment!" Harriet
had interrupted him. "I was infatu
ated I knew that at once, God knows
I've knovn It ever since ! I went away
with him, little fool that I was !"
A gleam of genuine surprise had
come into Richard Carter's eyes, and
he looked at her without speaking.
I was taken ill the day I left with
him. While I was getting well I had
time to think it over. I knew then I
was too young and too Ignorant to be
any man's wife. I was frightened and
I well, I ran away; I went back to
my sister. Both she and her husband
regarded me after that as In some way
marked, unprincipled, unworthy "
Poor child!" Richard had said.
"They naturally would. You were no
more than Nina's age!"
So that's my history," Harriet had
finished, simply. "I thought I had
done with men. And there have been
men, men like Ward, for Instance, to
whom I could have been married with
out feeling that I need make any men
tion of that old time. But I wanted
to tell you."
"Thank you very much," Richard
had said, gravely. "If the protection
of my name and my house seems wel
come to you, after some battling with
the world. It will be an additional sat
isfaction to me."
And then before another word was
spoken Fox had come In, announcing
the car, and they had begun the long,
strange drive.
She got Into the luxurious bed, put
out the bedside light, and lay with
her hands clasped behind her head,
thinking. The clock struck one; snow
was still falling steadily outside, but
In here the last pink glow of firelight
flickered and sank flickered and;
sank lazily.
Some sudden thought made Harriet
smile ruefully. She indicated that it
was unwelcome by turning over to
bury her bright head in the pillow,
and resolutely composing herself for
sleep.
CHAPTER XI.
eve that Mrs. Carter suuueu.y uieU
that day !"
Ida Tabor never felt anything very
deeply, but her emotions were accessi
ble enough, and violent while they
lasted. She grew white, gasped, sorae
how reached a chair, and burst Into
honest tears. Isabelle I Why, they
had been friends for years 1 Why, she
had been so wonderfully well and
strong ! .
"Nobody knows It," Harriet said.
And not quite innocently she added:
"The Fordyces, the Bellamys every
one who knew her are In total Ignor
ance of It! If you do tell tbpm, Mrs.
Tabor and there Is no reason why
you shouldn't "
"Oh, I shall stay here with Nina to
night, anyway!" the visitor said, de
cidedly. "She'll need me, of course t
Poor little thing!"
"It seems too bad to spoil your New
Year's plans," Harriet said, smiling,
"but you know Nina ! She will put
those long arms of hers about you
and she won't hear of your lenving hef
for days! With Nina," Harriet pur
sued, thoughtfully, "It Isn't so much
that one can't find a good excuse, as
that she won't hear of excuses at nil I
I remember when Mrs. Carter first
went away, there were dajs of It
weeks of it! Just talk, tears, and talk
my arm used to ache from the weight
of Nina's arm I Mr. Carter Intends to
leave for Chicago tomorrow. Ward
will probably go up to the Eutons'
Harriet rambled on, not unconscious
MIInVMI'"'"'
I U YM - r
J II I I I I, Til
fine Italian
me to come
simply. She
Morning found them half-burled lo
a bright dazzle of snow, the midwin
ter miracle that sets the most Jaded
heart singing and the weariest blood
to moving more quickly. Harriet was
through with her housekeeping and
her luncheon, and meditating" a letter
to Linda, when Ida Tabor fluttered In,
Harriet heard the gay voice at the
foot of the stairs : "Oh,- sweetheart I
Where's my little girl?"
Mrs. Tabor looked a trifle dashed
when only Harriet responded, although
she immediately assured Miss Field
cordially with bright insincerity that
she had known of her return, and was
so giad !"
"I've been a sort of big sister here,
she said, laughingly, "and, my Lord,
these kids have managed things won
derfully! But I suppose sooner or
later the machinery would have
stalled without vour
hand !"
"Mr. Carter asked
back," Harriet stated,
thought the truth her best weapon,
but Mrs. Tabor was ready for her.
"Mary Putnam told us that you
were just resting and looking about,'
she said, innocently, "and Dick gen
erous that he is couldn't feel com
fortable about it, I suppose!"
Richard had telephoned Harriet
at three o'clock that the morning pa
pers would have "the news," and that
he was coming home to tell his chil
dren of their mother's death, tonight
But she must get rid of this woman
now, somehow. It would be fatal to
have Ida Tarbor here when Richard
Carter returned.
"I might run up now and see the old
lady !" said Mrs. Tabor, who had flung
off her furs, and beautified herself at
her hand-bag mirror. She pressed her
Hps together for the red coloring. "Mr,
Carter be here tonight?" she asked,
casually.
Bottomley caused an Interruption.
Harriet turned to him with relief. But
unfortunately he answered the very
question she was trying to evade.
"Mr. Carter had just telephoned 'm.
and says that 'e'll be 'ere at about six,
'm !"
"Oh, thank you. Bottomley !" Harriet
turned back to Ida, to see her compla
cently looosening outer wraps.-
"I came in the Warrens' car," said
she; "they were to run over to say
Merry Christmas to the Bellamys, and
then pick me up. But if I won't be
in the way ! perhaps I might stay and
see Nina ; we've become great chums.
I suppose I'd better go to the room I
always have? Then I'll run up and
get the latest news of the Battle of
Shiloh from Madame Carter'"
It was now or never ; Harriet's heart
began to beat. "Madame Carter has
gone driving," she said. "She may be
in at any moment, but before she
comes, I want to speak to you. We've
had terrible news here, Mrs. Tabor.
Mr. Carter Is coming home to tell the
children and his mother tonight. Mr.
Pope cabled from Paris on Christmas
"When I Visit This House It Is No
At Your Invitation, Miss Field!" Saic
Mrs. Tabor, Frankly.
that she was making an Impression.
"Anyway," the finished, "we shall be
fearfully quiet and alone here, and
your being here would simply save the
day for Nina !"
"Oh, I really couldn t stay over New
Year's," Mrs. Tabor, looking slightly
discomfited, said slowly. "You see, the
Fordyces " She looked undecided,
and bit her under-L'p.
"One wonders ?" she said, musing
ly. "Of course, I shouldn't want to In
trude tonight It would be merely to
have them feel that I was here-c-"
"Mr. Carter has asked me to see that
the family Is alone tonight," Harriet
said, courageously, "but of course he
may feel that you' are an exception,"
she added, with the Impersonal air of
a mere employee. "I only want to be
able to tell him that I repeated his
request, and told you the reason for it.
That's" and she smiled pleasantly
"that Is as far as my authority goes,
of course. I shall say simply that yon
know of his wishes, and If you remain.
I know I can say that it was to please
Ina!"
Ana now tne two women exenangea
an open glance that needed no pretense
and no concealment, and it was a
glance of enmity.
"When I visit this house It Is not at
your Invitation, Miss Field !" said Mrs.
Tabor, frankly.
"I am aware of that," Harriet said,
simply.
"Will you be so kind as to tell Nina
and Madame Carter," the visitor was
resuming her wraps, and arranging her
handsome hat and veil, "that I will be
here tomorrow, and that anything I can
do I will be so glad to do! Is that
Mrs. Warren's car, Bottomley? Thank
you. Good afternoon. Miss Field!"
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Tabor!" Har
riet followed her, to the hall door, and
heard a Parthian shot, addressed In a
cheerfully high voice to kindly old
Mrs. Warren, Mrs. Fordyce's mother,
who was in the limousine :
"Nobody home I All my trouble for
nothing !"
Old Mrs. Warren leaned against the
frosted glass; waved from the holly- '
dressed Interior at Harriet, and the
girl saw her lips frame "Merry Christ
mas !" The door slammed ; Bottomley
came with stately footsteps up to the
hall again. Harriet gave a little laugh
of triumph. Now the coast was clear!
Thus it was that Richard Carter
found only his mother and his children
at the dinner table that night, and no
guests under his roof. Miss Field, to
be sure, was at the head 'of the table,
but then Miss Field was a member of
the family. He Interrogated her briefly
as they went In. .
"Ward's gang? That Eaton, ass?"
"Oh, they went yesterday 1"
"Speak to Bottomley?"
"Yes. He and Pilgrim are quite rec
onciled to remaining." Harriet but
toned a cuff, to hide a dimple that
would come to the corner of her
mouth. "And Mrs. Tabor came, and
would have stayed," she could not re
sist the temptation to add, "but I per
suaded her that some other time would
be better!"
"Scene with' Nina about it?" Rich
ard had asked, curiously.
"Nina was not here," Harriet nn
swered. And there was a faint smile
in the deep blue eyes that she raised
suddenly to his.
"Ah, well, I knew, of course, .that
you would manage It!" he said, con
tentedly. "It seems black art to me.
I had enough of It !"
She smiled again, and went quietly
to her place. But when he summoned
Ward and Nina to his mother's room,
after dinner, she had disappeared, nnd
the family was quite alone when he
broke the news to them.
"Her eyes were fixed on
pace; she hardly breathed "
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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can deliver 420 blows a minute

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