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I'he Thrilling Story of a Preity Girl's Fight Against Tremen
dous Odds for the Man She Loved.
Based on Jacquin Lait’s Broadway
guccess of the same name now rua
ning at the Maxine Elliott Theater,
Copyright, 1914, by B. W. Denison and
Jacquin l.att, Sole serial rights in
the United States owned by Interna
tional News Service,
By WEBSTER DENISON.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
The taxicab chugged along the
brilliant street in a maze of gliding
limousines. It was the highway of
such as him and his, but he was soon
to leave it for the crossroad. What
did it matter, after all? Life meant
more than motor cars and ballrooms
and country cinhs, There came to
him the picture of a little cottage
that abutted one corner of the links.
It was vine covered and had its gar
den plot and contiguous fields. He
had often eyed it with a sort of alien
longing for its lowly comforts and
simplicity. Perhaps he wasn't at bot
tom an aristocrat. At any rate, this
picture brought the thought of Ger
trude closer to his heart. He threw
open the cab door and shouted a new
address to the chauffeur. It was a
Jeweler's.
“Hurry,” he ordered. “It's nearly
closing time.”
At this shop Jack's transaction took
him about three minutes, He boyght
a plain engagement ring and a wed
ding band. Then he hurried back to
the car. Arrived home, he let himselfl
in with his latch key and rang for
the butler.
“Mr. and Mrs. Scott home?” he
asked,
Plans for Flight.
“Neither, sir.”
“Rolling, 1 want you to pack up a
couple of trunks for me—aboul
enough for a two weeks' trip. Want
to get away at once. Am-—going—to
the country. No dress clothes orany
thing like that. You understand.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Don’t set any place for me at din
ner to-night. I'll be in the library. If
Mrs. Scctt comes in, let me know.”
“Very well, sir.”
Jack withdrew to the library and
picked up an evening paper that had
been placed on the big center table.
He gat down and was turning over its
pages aimlessly when the telephone
rang. He picked up the receiver and
called a gruff “Hello!” At the sound
of the answering voice the instrument
dropped from his hand and dangled to
the floor, He snatched it up.
*(zertrude!” he shouted. “Where are
you?”
“At Sixty-second and Second ave
nue. Mamma made me call you,
Jack.” She couldn’t tell him the
truth. She groped for something less
repulsive. “I guess she thinks you-—
might- save my-—position.”
His mind worked rapidly: He didn't
dare ask her to wait for him and
run the chance of her getting away
again. It would take twenty minutes
to get the car from the garage and
~make the trip. If he couid only get
her started somewheve,
“Gertrude!” he called, “I've got to
see you right away. I'm going away
—to-night!"”
“To-night?" The wire hore a star
tled sound, with a note of sorrowful
appeal |
“Yes, right away. And, Gertrude!
1 had to find you, so I've put half u‘
dozen detectives on your trafl. Now,
if one of them should find you (horo.“l
he prevaricated, “he might take you
away—lo your home, or some place
where 1 couldn't find you, Now, you
jump into a taxicab and come here as
quick as you can. There’'s no one
home-—it'll be all right.”
“But, Jack," she answered, feebly,
“{here aren't any taxicabs in this
neighborhood.”
A Chance.
“Well, telephone for one. You <an
find a garage five minutes away. sStay
in the booth till it comes, and get Into
it in a rush. You know the number,
—— Fifth avenue. 11l he watching
for you.” He pretended there was in
terference on the wire. “Hello! Hel
lo! Central'” he called, “I'm talk
ing. Hello!” and he clapped on the
receiver.
It was a chance, but he felt it was
a good one. He mopped the perspira
tlon from his head, and paced upand
down the room. Then he rang for the
butler.
“Rollins, I'm expecting a caller—a
young lady. Please stay near the
door. Here," he held out a bill, “She’ll
come in a hired car. Pay the chauf
feur. How's the packing, Rollins?”
“Simpson is doing It, sir, Shall 3
tell 'im to 'urry?’
“No. Never mind. You stay down
here.”
“Yes, sir,” said the unruffled Rol-|
ling, but as he passzed through the
portieres he murmured: “Something’
ip, for certain, Trunks: young lady
‘urry! 1 'ope the missus 'urries.”
To Jack it seemed an age before
e caught the sound of the bell from
the servants’ hall He was at the
loor as soon as the footman, and,
wefore the astonished servant, he
lasped the little figure that came
orward in his arms. He led her nnn’
he brilliantly lighted hall, across a|
wlished parquet floor and soft rugs)
hat it seemed a sacrilege to step on. |
In the rich splendor of this million- |
dre's place she stood, dazea, like |
ome frightened animal that has|
dunged suddenly from shelter into)
the open But Jack gave her !n!h}
‘ime to contemplate this grandeur. |
*Je took her hand, and led her to |
vard the drawing room
“I don’t want to be disturbed, Rol
ing,” he ordered “If any of them
ome, vou needn’t say I'm here.”
“We'll be alone in here, honey,” he
vhispered, as he led her to a tapes
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In-!m) tete-a-tete in a far corner nfl
{ the big room, *“What on earth made
| ¥You run away like that? You must
have flown when you got out of that
trur. I tried to make Mr. Scott tell
me where you lived, and when 1 got
ltlm\'n vou were swallowed up snnunl
where in that Broadway crowd.”
“But, Jack,” she answered, Sufll,\'.‘
!“1 shouldn’t be here. What will youry
mother say? Please let me get away.
! I've got you in enough trouble to
uay
: “Never mind that, honey. When
vou leave here, I'm going too. Look!
I got something for vou; just a few
minutes ago.”
! The little diamond sparkled even in
the dim light that was wafted in from
the hall
“Oh, isn't it beautiful!” she cried.
“But, Jack, T ean't take that.”
“Why not? It's easy to take—ydu
take it with one finger-—the third.”
“But I can’'t marry, you, dear.”
“No; not with that, but here's an
other. See? I'm all prepared.”
A Sad Joy.
She smiled up at him, but the great
Joy that shou!ld have shown in those
| deep eves was dimmed by sadness and
a mist of tears, She was, indeed, a
sorrowful little flgure. Her eyes wan-'
dered from the lovelight In hisg to the
rich furnishings of the big room. It
was a realm in which she had no
part. The gulf they had crossed in
'lhe leveling environ of a business
world widened here. The words she
would have spoken choked her, and,
‘ns if divining her thoughts, the boy
drew her to his arme.
“Oh, 1 know what you would =ay,”
he whispered, “You think there is no
place for you here. Neither 18 there
for me. Listen, honey! Tve seen
enough of it and had enough of it |
to find that out,, As for my step
father, the only bond between him
and me is my mother. She worships
him. 1 couldn’t find it in my heart to
do him any harm, although I know ail
the things he hag done, 1 saw a copy
of that Kstelle Wilson agreement in
vour desk, I could force him to pro
vide for me if T wanted to. But lov
ing you the way I do, I could never
be comfortable again in his presence,
I;md. loving my mother, I can not
punish him.”
“Then, what CAN you do?"
“Take you away and fight it out
for ourselves and for each other.”
“But you'd have to work-—work for
someone else, and you've never done
that, Jack.”
“No; I've never done it; but do vou
think I'm a baby? 1 guess {f Crane
can support a wife and family I can.
Say, honey, did you ever look at one
of those ‘why pay rent when you can
own your own home’ signs? Twenty
five dollars down and ten dollars a
month. Cozy little places with a
flower garden and ivy running up and
down-—and a mortgage all over., And
mayhbe we could buy a little Ford.”
She drew herself gently away from
hig arms,
“Oh, it's wonderful, my dear boy.
but vyou know we ‘can’t do it—that 1
can't take you away from vour moth
er—and this”” She raised her hand
in meek tribute to his surroundings,
“Please, Juck, don't tempt me."”
“Yes, I know,” he laughed. “I'm the
original little serpent; only instead
of tempting you out of the Garden of
Eden I'm tempting you into a little
igarclnn of our own. Now, stop pro
ite.-mng'. honey: vou're going to marry
me-to-night!”
She yielded again to his arms,
“Oh, you wonderful boy,” she mur
mured. “Why couldn’'t you have been
born poor like me?"
“Well, T can't help that, honey.
Children make a lot of mistakes in
choosing their parents. But I pro
posed to you when 1 thought 1 was
rich. Won't you take me, dear, now
~-when I'm poor?”
They sat for a moment in silence
till her arms stole about him this
time. Then she looked up at him.
1 guess I'm a horrid, selfish girl,
Jack,"” she yielded, “but 1 just can't
help it!"”
- He kissed her and stepped qulckly
away, They had heard the street door
close and now the subdued tones of
his mother questioning the impess
turbable Rollins.
*Walit here, honey,” Jack whis
pered. “l won't be long.”
Where the Heart Is.
‘6 ELLO, mother!” the boy
I I greeted, as he kissed first
her and then his sister.
“You're looking like a bride to-night.”
There was no false note in his spon- |
taneous welcome. He felt as light- |
hearted as the words implied.
‘Do I, Jack?” she smiled. “Well, 1
don’t feel like one.. I've been to the
matinee with Josephine and to two
receptions. U'm nearly dead.”
“And please, sir, what do I look
like?” the girl pouted after she had
returned his caress.
“Why, little sister, like the bright
Jewel in the bride's coronet.”
“She's aJI of that. Jack, but it we
~don't look out she'll need polishing
soon. Between theaters and dances
and charities, to say nothing of Paul,
I think we're losing a little of that
boarding school energy and a little of
' the color from those cheeks. You'd
better run upstairs and lie down for
halt an hour before dinner, dear,” she
added. “Jack and I are old war
horses. Now, run along; I'll call you.”
“We saw Esther again to-day,
Jack,” the girl teased as she turned
at the stairs,
“Oh, drat Esther! Haven't you got
troubles enough of your own without
trying to make some for me?"
She winked back at him from the
landing. Being In the know, she got
the more enjoyment out of her badi
nage.
He Breaks the News.
“l suppose vou WILL be marrying
some day,” his mother sighed as they
moved toward a divan
i “Undoubtedly, mother; but you
needn’'t he so sad about it. I hope it
won't be such a tragic event.”
“But 1 shall hate to lose my boy.”
Her words reached a trembling lit
{ tle listener in the room beyond, and
‘t;ertrude shuddered at them. Bhe
felt llke a burgiar in the night. But
!M\e heard, too, Jack's cheerful re-
I sponse.
’ “You're not _going to losa him.
i\\'w'!l always have o place for you,
mother.”
{ “"We?' the mother echoed. “You
{talk as if you had already found
l.\ulntul'v .
To Be Continued To-merrow,
- The Secret of “Looking Well Dressed” -:-
As Told by Ivy Troutman, Who Always Looks Smart.
6 ¢ HAVE always prided myself on
\ I never having hobbles,” said
| statuesque Ivy Troutman, who is
'p)u_vmg in “A Palr of Sixes” in New
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' As she spoke she pulled a white hat
idnwn over one eyé and smiled at her
self gaily in the mirror. “And as for
!]N-n'l‘,"’ I think people allow their
\thm;zhxs to dwell upon it entirely too
’murh. If they would only realize that
beauty speaks for itself, and that if a
person is not intended to be beautiful
all the beauty hints in the world will
never do the lsast bit of good, what a
ot of unnecessary worry would be
eliminated.
“But 1 belleve that a person can
ailways make the best of an appear
ance, and for that reason I have stud
fed out the value of gowns so that I
can tell in a moment just what‘sults
'me and just what I could never at
ln-mpv in the way of dress. [ am
i wildly, extravagantly vain about my
lmm ns, but I have always found it to
pay in the end, because I never have a
'lhlng on hand that I am not passion-
I:uoiy fond of, and therefore 1 wear
‘my clothes until they are almost
ready to fall off.
“l never wear a gown that hasn't
imm explicitly planned for me. The
woman who goes to a store to buy
,h-r clothes ready made simply be
cause.she is too lazy to plan out
things for herself deserves to look
unattractive. A sudden violent desire
for a thing utterly unsuited to one's
appearance should never in the world
be acted upon, Clotheg should never
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I cooed the elderly young wo
man archly, as she bade fare
well to the bride after the dinner
party. “Admiring that Mixton girl so
and having her here!”
“But why?” asked the bride, wide
eved,
The elderly voung woman smiled at
the bride’s husband and tried (o look
daring. “She’s awfully pretty,” she
murmured. “And Harold was so crazy
about her once! Now, don't deny it,
Harold. Oh, you men! Ive had a
perfectly beautiful time! Good-night,
dear!”
“Well,” breathed the bride, after
the last departure, turning on .her
husband. “It certainly is peculiar
that 1 have never heard about it be
fore!"
“About what?" demanded her hus
band, bewildered.
The bride sat down.
“You needn't try,” she gasped, “to
act as is vou didn't know what I
mean. 1 suppose you think you can
distract me and make me forget what
M iss Saffron said just now! 1 expect
every one has been laughing at me
and thinking that I had to do it, or
was so silly 1 didn’t notice!”
No Explanation.
“What on earth——"
“You know perfectly well what 1
medn!” flared the bride. *“Being in
love with that Mixton girl! And de
ceiving me!"” she went on. “Here you
said you had told me all about every
girl you had merely thought you had
been in love with and you never even
mentioned her! That shows, if
nothing else does, that your affair
with her was serious! 1 shall never
forgive you!”
“If you will listen a moment—"
“I don't want to listen!”™ said the
bridge. "1 know exactly what vou
would say! So what's the use of
yvour saying it? I won't have you
think I'm so weak minded and fool-
Ish that you can smooth over a thing
like that by a lot of made-up expla
nations! Why, [ can think of any
number of perfectiy good excuses you
might make. And if 1 were silly as
some women, I expect I'd Nelieve
‘thom I'll save you the trouble of in
venting. You can skip that much
brain fag--—although |1 expect you've
had so much practice that it would
scarcely be a trouble to you! Were
vou engaged to her?"
| “Ilf you are still talking about Miss
| Mixton——*
“Oh, I know 1 am foolish to ask
be bought hastilv. A woman should
take plenty of time to deliberate over
everything she ever puts on; it pays in
the end; and if her clothes are made
for her, and her alone, she is a well
dressed woman, because everything
has its definite place upon her per
son. i
“T have found out a very important
detail in my study of dress—one that
will make a gown count in every
zense of the word. Always aim at
the picturesque, hut leave the bizarre
out of the question. There are some
few women in the world who can
stand the bizarre touch in their out
fits, some few who can actually afford
to be eccentric and not suffer in con
sequence. Rut the great majority of
women look better in the softer, more
undecided fashions, and unless 2
woman can be assured by someone
whose taste can be relied upon that
her style is such that she can wander
off the beaten track to any marked
extent, it would be better for her not
to try anything too different.
“Every woman should study dress,
toth for making the most of herself
and for making a good impression on
others, The badly groomed woman is
now a thing of the past; the modern
woman studies her wardrobe as she
would anything else. She makes it a
part of her evervday life, and it Is
well that it should be sO.”
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you such a question!” declared the
bride, indignantly. “You'd say no,
even if you had been, just because of
some silly .idea that it would be tell
ing on her! You'd rather be nice to
a perfectly strange woman who is
no relation to you whatever than to
vour wife! Though I don't want vou
to think it makes a particle of dif
ference to me how many girls vou
‘made love to or were engaged to! 1
;Slmpl\' don't care! I've got over all
‘!h.n foolishness and it's a matter of
\'.»erfw-( indifference to me! 1 suppose
every married woman grows to feel
!likn that when she’s been married
ilun;z enough, and 1 guess I have. It's
lheon six months! lam certainly dis
illusioned by this time! I wouldn't
even mention what Miss Saffron said,
were it not that I owe it to my dig
nity! I won't have you think you
can blind me and I not flnd it out!”
“Won't ‘you let me——"
“No, T will not!"” declared the hrlde,‘
with very pink cheeks, “I can imag
ine just what you would say! don't
{ want to know a thing about your af
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to have to learn such things from
outsiders. Besides, Miss Saffron is
such an old gossip that she'll go
around telling every one just how
I changed color and how surprised
1 looked and wasin't it strange that
I had never heard about you and Missl
Mixton before?—and all that! That's
what | can't stand, having people
laugh at me! It shows how thought
less you are and how little you real
ly consider me! You considered the
Mixton girl before you did me!”
His Brother.
“Evangeline,” interrupted her hus
band, desperately, “will you keep still
long enough for me to tell you that
the Saffron woman was mixed in her
dates? The reason I never told vou
about my mad love affair with Miss
'Mixton was that I never had one! It
was my brother Bill who was daffy
about her. And it was two years ago
and he's got over it!"”
“00-0-0 h gasped the bride. “Well,
you might have told me before—and,
anyhow, I shan't ever ask her here
again!”
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Little Bobbie’s
Pa
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
SEE that Mister Roosevelt Is
I cumming back, sed Pa. 1 am
glad to hear that, bekaus the
country will feel safer when he is
here to see after things. Of course,
sed Pa, he can't set in the White
House chair, but 1 guess he doesn't
care much as long as he has them
boils wich he got in South Ameriky.
Of course, Pa sed to Ma, you nevver
had any South American boils, so
you littel know the suffering wich is
caused by them, but thay are a terri
bul thing,
Wen did you evver have them? sed
Ma. .
Every time I evver went to South
Ameriky, sed Pa. 1 used to get them
from swimming across the Amazon
befoar breakfast, sed Pa. I was a
grate swimer in them days, & T used
to go out every morning for a dip &
a swim acrost the Amazon & back.
Mister Roosevelt says in the palper
that the nineteenth century was of
North America but the 20th century
will be of the Amazons. I doant
know wether he means the river or
wen wimmen git thare rights, Pa sed,
but if he means the river he is cer
tingly right. I was one of the first
Americans, Pa sed, that reelized the
tremendus possibilities of South
Ameriky, the grate welth, the wun
derful jewels & mineral mines, & the
crocodile skins down thare waiting
to be made into purses.
You nevver toald me that you were
in South Ameriky, sed Ma.
Dident I? sed Pa. Well, that is
singular, but I have been thru so
much that perhaps I did fergit to tell
you ali I know, & beesides, I was
reeding the other day that thare are
sum things a husband & wife shud
keep from eech other, & that is one
of the few things I keep from you.
You are in a faseeshus mood to
nite, deerest, aren't you, sed Ma. 1}
offen wonder, she sed, wen you are
telling thein yarns. how much of
them you think little Bobbie & I be
leeve. I discount every one of them,
doan’t you, Bobbie? |
I doant know what vou meen by
ciscounting them, I toald Ma, but I
beleeve everything my deer father
says, |
Thare, you see, sed Pa, the littel
man knows the truth wen he hears it
& sees it. T am proud of my son, &
glad beekaus of his faith in me, Here,
Bobbie, sed Pa, here is two dollars.
Go & git that air rifle that vou toald
me you wanted the other day. You
are a sensibel child, the son of a sen
sible father. ;
He is a wise child, the son of a
wise mother, sed Ma. He wanted
that air rifle & now he is going to}
get it, But go on, deerest husband &
tell us moar of the awfu]l perils you
encountered in South Ameriky, You
& Teddy will have a grate visit wen
he gets back to New York, won't
vou? Why doant you ask him up to
lunch & talk it oaver with him here,
ware I can hear it too? I jest luv
adventure, Ma sed, espeshully \\'en‘
thare is enuff lies in it to maik it
thrilling. You dident ever happen to
drop in at the South Pole hunting
for filver penguins, did you? sed Ma
If you did, I shud like to hear about
that also.
Evidently you think I stray from
the truth, sed Pa.
You doant stray from ft, you gal
lop from it, sed Ma. You get so far
Ifmm it that Truth has to send out a
rescue party to find you & bring you
back.
I am glad Bobble doesn’t feel that
way, sed Pa.
Yes, sed Ma, & T guess Bobbie is
glad he got that two dollars,
Stilling Her Fears.
| A crash sounded, followed by
a woman's wailing. What has hap
pened? The answer came quickly,
~ “Mary, Mary!” cried Mrs. Jenkins
to her maid. *“What shall 1 do? I've
just had a most dreadful accident
and don’t know what's going to hap
pen. I've broken my new hand-glass
and you know how unlucky it is to
break a looking-glass. It means
seven years' unhappiness!”
Mary was her mistress' favorite
servant, for she was never at a loss
for a comforting word.
“Lor', mum!” was her calm and
soothing reply. “Don’t you set no
heed on that. Look at me; I'm not
fretting and I've just broken the large
pier glass in the drawing room!”
And then she wondered why it was
that her mistress, whom she gener
ally had so little dificulty in cheer
ing did not on this occasion brighten
up consciously. .
FAITHFUL UNTODEAT
Every Episode of This Btory Can Be Seen in Vivig Movi
Pictures by the Eclectic Film Co. a
'READ 1t Here—THEN See It ‘in Motion pi.p,
By ELEANOR MAITLAND.
Copyright, 1914, by International
News Service. Sole moving picture
rights owned by The Eclectic Film
Company.
CHAPTER THREE.
Lieutenant Porter Passes Away.
ARIANNE nursed Lieutenant
M Porter as if he had been one
of her own nation while the
war raged and Prussia had estab
lished herself in the little telegraph
station downstairs. The young soi
dier had been wounded very severely,
and there was little hope of his re
covery from the first, and one day,
as Marianne slipped quietly around
the room, tidying it as well as she
could, he beckoned to her feebly from
the cot, and she hastened over to
him, expecting that he was about to
confide some message to her that she
might be able to deliver.
It was the first day that he had
been at all rational, and he struggled
for breath as he tried to make her
know what he wanted.
“Your coat,” she sald finallyy and
he nodded eagerly as she carried it
over to him and then went to the
table to get him some water. He was
very weak and sank down on the pil
low with the coat held tightly in his
arms. She tactfully went on with
work around the room, and he soon
raised himself on one elbow and rum
maged through the pockets hurriedly
and then lay back again, evidently
satisfied. |
“Did you find what you wanted?”
sald Marianne as she came over to his
side again before leaving the room.i
“Oh. I see you did)” and then: he
caught her hand as she turned to
leave,
A Terrible Revelation.
“Walit,” he said feebly; “I'm not g -
ing to last much longer, and perhaps
vou may know these people. If you
do, will you tell them that I killed
the man who had this picture in his
pocket? I took it away with me whaa
I left the battlefleld.” The long speech
had tired him terribly and he gasped
weakly for water. But for once his
request fell upon deaf ears, for Ma
rianne was gazing wildly upon ithe
‘tiny folding portrait she had taken
| from the sick man’s grasp. It was of
herself and Dulcle, the picture sh»
{had given Henry the night he hai
lssE s R ee e
“ Do You Know— ”
Electrically heated steering wheels
are one of the latest devices in auto
mobiles, and a novel improvement on
these is a glove that becomes heated
on contact with the wheel. Wheel
without glove or glove without wheel
is cold. A palr of gauntlets incases
& pair of soft inner gloves, in the fab
ric of which a very tough and flexible
wire circuit {s interwoven in such a way
as entlrely to cover the back of the
hand and all the fingers. Upon the
steering wheel are two thin places on
the upper and lower sides, which are
supplied with current by a wire from
the battery passing up the steering col
umn. The gloved hand in contact with
these plates completes the circuit, and
the current acts.
| In the cloisters of Westminster Ab
‘bey is a tombstone which has been
‘pulished every morning and decorated
afresh with a bunch of flowers for near
1y five years. It is over the grave of
the lat Mrs. Wilberforce, wife of the
present Archdeacon of Westminster,
who died May 15, 1909. Never a morn
ing has passed but a fresh floral tribute
has been lald on it, and more than 1,800
days have passed since May, 1909.
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’gone to war. Why, what was o
saying? It couldn't be Iy, i
!for that would mean tha: [l,,r:,_ On ,
idead. and that couldn't he tpy, :,
it was true; wasn't that wp., .
'stranger had said? Ang the, 1 ‘
looked at him for the first tim, “:
hatred in her eyes .
“You killed him,” she hissed
tween clenched teeth, drawin. ..
words out with difficulty, “apg o
might have died yourselt if | m
taken care of you. O Gog I wigy
were dead! Why didn't | Know by
fore, why didn’'t something te] me?
she sajd, with a sob, then turned myg
denly, poured some water oyt in f
cup on the table and took 1t ¢, him
then she fled from the room 1
An ldea,
Downstairs excitement reigneq, 4
dispatch had been received evidenty
a very important one, for as Mariang
opened the door she couid hear loud
voices raised in discussion as to what
| was best to do. She listened for 4
moment and then smiled to herself a 4
she remembered that she was to hav
run this telegraph station whils et
!hushnnd was Rt‘\\'nr. And now, he
I husband was dead, never coming hagy
at all, and everything was i the
{hands of the Prussians. Tegpy
streamed down her face, and they ot
a remark from one of the men doywp.
stairs she suddenly dashed away he
tears and stralghtened up. What gy
idea, if only she could carry 3
through! Softly she crept through
the hall to her own bedroom, an
softly closed the door behind her, Th
telegraph wires were just outside anj
in a minute she was up on the windog
y sill and had slipped out on the ropf
| outside. Everything else was forgo:
lren in the excitement of the moment
‘She was going to risk her life for her
if‘«)nmry.
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