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Copyright by The Penn Publishing Co. CHAPTER V — 7— Jean Gerard regarded the desk In the gun room at High Ledges with' pursed lips and angry eyes. “Gee, but you make me mad!" She addressed the piece of furni ture as if it were maliciously respon sible for her frustration. She wrig gled a hairpin in the lock of the top drawer. Then with teeth set, she grasped the handles, Jerked with all her strength. The drawer came out with a suddenness which sent her sprawling and scattered three letters from the desk onto the floor. Ruefully she rubbed the back of her head. She knelt beside the drawer and eagerly examined Its contents. There were several photographs of a pretty girl. One showed her in bouf fant tulle on the back of a horse. Jean's eyes dilated. “Circus rider I" she crooned. "Goody, 111 see one like her tomorrow." She turned the photograph over. On the back was scrawled: “Miraculous escape. From calico and Calloway to liberty and lo Fondly, Milly." "She’s a cutey all right. I —" Jean gulped as a shadow fell across the photograph. "Where’s your uncle?" The photograph fell from her hand and lay with piquant, smiling face up ward as Jean stared at the scowling man who loomed over her. "I —I —don’t know. Shall I try to find him, Mr. Calloway?" Len Calloway removed his glance from the pictures and letters on the floor long enough to glare at her. "Tell him I want to talk with him. Scram I” Frightened at the grayness of his face, Jean fled. She scurried through the different rooms. Called. No an swer. She had better go back and tell Mr. Calloway. As she entered the gun room, one of the long French windows banged. "He’s gone. I guess that’s that” She dropped to her knees beside the drawer. Better put It bnck before anyone saw It She scrambled up the contents. Where was the picture of the cutey circus rider? Gone. Had Mr. Calloway taken it? Why should( he want it? Would her uncle be mad with her for having touched the desk? "I’d better get a move on.” She hurriedly replaced the drawer, picked up the letters. Only two! There had been three when they fell. Had Mr. Calloway snitched one? What would he do with it? "Gee, have I started something?" she thought In the library after dinner, Rodney Gerard glanced at Jean speculatively as she bent demurely over a book. Her absorption was out qf character. She was too quiet. She had been prying with rather frightening results; he recognized the symptoms. He glanced about the room as he refilled his pipe. Good room. Big, yet not too full of things, mellow, dignified. Not too bad a place in which to spend part of a winter. He glanced at his sister-in-law knitting rapidly In the light of one of the softly shaded lamps. Not so restful. He was In for battle. He’d better go to It Mrs. Walter Gerard looked up. She laid down her knitting. *T have planned to close the house "El-e-phants Are Coming! Hold Your Horses!” on Thursday, If that suits you, Rod ney. The days are getting so short” “You needn’t bother to do that, Annie. I shall remain here for part of the winter. I have decided to thin about a thousand acres of woodlund and It will require my personal over sight You and Jean toddle along to New York as you planned.” "The Idea! Of course I shan't de sert you, Rodney. I can stuy, at lenst until after Christmas; then my cousin, the ambassador, has asked me to visit him.” Gerard buckled on his armor of de termination. He hated to hurt her, but fee couldn't, he wouldn't have her un- ... By EMIUE LORING ... der his feet, and that’s where she would be. "I appreciate your kindness, Annie, but Jim Armstrong, one of my room mates at college, who is a forelter, will arrive soon to look over the timber and advise me as to what should come out. I hate like the dickens to say it, you have been so kind to keep house for me this summer, but I would prefer not to have you here." Jean flung herself at Gerard. "Hey there, Kurious Kid, go slow. Want to push me into the fire?" The girl’s grip tightened. "Uncle Rod, please let me stay with you, please! I'm not going to school this winter anyway. I hate New York, and Mother and Father are always fighting, and I love to be with you, and I’ll be a perfect lady, honest I will. Please let me stay. I’m —I’m always sort of peaceful with you." Gerard’s eyes were tender ns he looked down at the pleading face. Peaceful. Poor, lonely kid. She did have a tough time. Not much fun liv ing with her parents. Walter rarely came to High Ledges now. Was it too dull for him, or were there other rea sons? Should he let Jean stay? He was fond of the funny little thing. Prue Schuyler was taking an Interest in her; she was making her happier, more human than the Impish child she had been. "What say, Annie? Will you let Jean stay with me until after Christ mas? No,” he anticipated, as his sls ter-in-law started to speak, "it will upset my plana to have you here; be sides, you should be in New York with Walter.” “Walter doesn’t want me, either.” For the first time since he had known her, Rodney heard Annie Gerard acknowledge defeat. Mighty hard on her. Walter was a bad egg, of course, but she had a cruel tongue and was so affected. That didn’t excuse Walt; a THE STORY FROM THE BEGINNIING Prudence Schuyler comes from New York to Prosperity Farm, inherited from her uncle, to make a new life for herself and her brother, David, whose health has been broken by tragedy. The second day on her farm Prue falls from the barn loft into the arms of Rodney Gerard, rich young man, who lives at High Ledges on the neighboring farm. There Is at once a mutual attraction between the two, but Prudence decides to maintain a cool attitude toward him. She sus pects men since her sister’s husband ran away with her brother’s wife. Len Cal loway, a rival of Gerard, tries tfr’btfry the Prue’s land, but eh* dis likes his conceited attitude and contracts with Rod to dispose of the trees. On the evening Prue Is expecting David from New York she is visited by Mrs. Walter Gerard and her thlrteen-year-old daughter, Jean. They are hateful, curious persons and leave Prue rankled. A few days later Prudence comes In contact with them again when she accompanies Rod to his place. A clown comes, advertising a circus In a nearby town. Prue promises to accompany Rod and Jean to the circus. man should be true to his wife no mat ter how she developed—but—the gods be praised, the problem of being true to Annie wasn’t his. “Look here, K. K., If I let you stay, will you solemnly promise not to pry Into my affairs or—or the affairs of the—the neighbors?” Joy glowed beneath the tears. "I promise I’ll be the finest girl ever. Un cle Rod.” “I’ll give you a try. May she stay, Annie?” “If you want her, Rodney. The doc tor said she should live out of doors this winter, so perhaps she’ll be better off here In the country.” “Then hustle to New York, send down warm clothes for her and the bill to me. Tnke the servnnts with you. I’ll pay them for lost time. Jean nnd I will be off early, perhaps before you start.” “Off 1 Where?” “There’s a circus In the next town and we—we are going In a party.” “A party! 1 see. I think I know who the party will be. I wasn’t born yesterday, Rodney." How he detested her wink, Rodney thought, as he watched her lenve the room. Jean slipped her nrra through her uncle’s. “She’s mad!" she observed In a strident whisper. “Cut that out, K. K. Never criticise your mother. You make good or you’ll be packed off to New York on the first train. Get me?” “I will, Uncle Rod. Cross-my-thi ont an’-hope-to-dle. What time will we start for the circus? I’ll be ready. I won’t go to sleep for a minute to night.” “I’ll bet you won’t. I’m not so old that I’ve forgotten the nights before your father nnd I went to the circus. Go to bed. Get going.” He watched her os she rnn to the door. “You sure have taken on responsi bility,” he reminded himself. The next morning Rodney, with Jean snuggled In the roadster beside him, stopped before the red brick house. Prudence was waiting at the gate; her vivid lips were curved In a radiant smile. “Good morning, Jean. I’m thrilled! My heart Is so light It’s bouncing along on balloon tires. Will there bo room for me on the front seat, Mr. Gerard?” “Cut out that ‘Mr.’ —Gorgeous. It doesn't click with a circus. Rod—to you. Of course there’s room In front. Hop In.” Jenn bounced In her seat. “Hurry up. Miss I'rue. Let’s go, Uncle Rod.” The main street of the town was already lined with crowds when they reached It; It boiled with children, echoed with the cries of fakirs, blazed with mammoth black and red posters. Gerard parked the roadster on a side street Jean's feet barely touched the ground as between Prudence and her uncle she was swept along In the hur rying crowd. She stopped short In front of a poster showing an equa^ 1 trienne in rose-color tulle skirts and a brief bodice, with the caption: MADEMOISELLE MILLEE "Why, there’s my cutey— ’’ Gerard looked at her sharply as she bit off the next word. "What do you* mean, K. K.? You —’’ "Buy t\ie kid a balloon! Buy the kid n balloon! Say, listen! What’s a circus to a kid without a balloon?” The hntlesß man with an unkempt mane of blnck hair and n flock of col ored balloons straining at their leashes, blocked the way. Jean’s eyes were like dancing stars. "May I have one, Uncle Rod?" "Sure. Choose the color. Have one,* Prue?” "Of course. I want that fat green one which looks as If It were about to burst from its own importance.’’ What fun she was! How friendly she had been on the drive over. Had she burled the hatchet she seemed al ways to have up her sleeve for him? She was so olive mentally and physical ly. Life never could get one by the throat if one had a girl like her with whom to travel through the years, Rodney thought. "It’s coming! The pnrade’s com ing !’’ Prudence gripped Gerard's arm. "Hear that bugle, Jean?" Rodney pushed Jean In front of him. Crushed his arm against his side to keep Prue’s hnnd there. Far down the street was a restless sea of waving plumes, shining helmets, brilliant flags. Music billowed forward. Snares. Drums. Cornets. Clarinets. He said to Prudence: “The thrill of the Big Top. It’s got me. I’m as excited as any kid In the crowd.” The girl’s brilliant eyes met his. “It’s got me, too. I’m shaking with excitement. Here they come! I won der If we’ll see Chicot.” Music nearer now. A band In bril liant red coats, tall shakos on their heads, passed playing, “Stars and Stripes Forever.” Countless feet tap ping the rhythm. Countless throats humming the tune. Everywhere the glitter of rhine stones among sequins. Everyone gay. Everyone smiling. The parade was hitting on all cylinders. “El-e-phants are coming! nold your horses!” An enormous elephant led the herd, the scarlet coated man on his bend seemed like a midget, the keepers strutting at his side mere pigmies. Gerard felt Jean’s fingers tighten In his, heard her quick breath of relief as the unwieldy beast passed. Pru dence caught her free hand and smiled. Had she sensed the child's fear? A monkey-faced clown commenced to bent up a gigantic police-clown. Jenn walled: “Chicot Isn’t there. He said he’d wink at me." Her eyes were deep wells of disappointment. Gerard squeezed the thin fingers sympa thetically. “Tnke It easy, K. K. He’ll come. There he Is now! See him? See him?” He caught her under the arms and lifted her for an Instant. “He's on that funny little bicycle. See him?” She nodded excited ussent. He set her on her feet. “See how the big fnt fnced clown on the motorcycle behind h!m keeps butting Into his hind wheel? Chicot has a balloon. A red balloon like yours, K. K. He’ll see you In n minute.” Prudence laughed up at him. “Chi cot must have a magic charm for at tracting hearts. Jenn Is positively tearful over him. and I warmed to him at once." “If he has touched your shellacked heart, I’ll offer him a fortune for his—” "You nre missing the comedy,” Prue reminded crisply. As Chicot came abreast of Jean, his balloon popped. With heart-rending sobs he shook the bit of rubber toward the girl. “Well of all people I If here Isn't tho new lumber firm of Schuyler and Gerard eating popcorn and watching the el'pliants!” Calloway’s taunting voice nt his shoulder sent the blood In Rodney Gerard's body rushing to his ears In blinding, bluck anger. Ills furious eyes met the mocking eyes on a level with his. “Shut up, Calloway! You—” “Tnke mine. Chicot I Take mine!” OOSmjRrmlTY DEMOCRAT WNU Service. I Jean’s excited voice cut Into her un cle’s. She darted forward. Rodney grabbed for her. Missed. The motor cycle clown, looking back In a parting wisecrack, shot forward at full speed. The crowd shrieked. Chicot caught the girl. Flung her bnck with all his force. The panic-stricken cyclist crashed Into him. Aeons after, It seemed to Rodney Gerard, the physician, bending over “Be a Good—Girl, Milly.” Jean’s limp figdre on the black hair cloth sofa In a nearby house, straight ened. "She’s coming out of it all right. Prolonged faint from shock. Better get her home ns soon ns she can sit up.’’ Prudence whispered: "Don’t look so agonized, Rodney. See, her eyelids are quivering." “I’m all shot ti pieces over this. I I didn’t know hot- much I cared for the Kurious—” Gemrd choked on the words. Across the ryn on the floor where they had dronAl him lay the clown. Rodney over the twisted body, laid his hnnd on the dirt streaked shoulder. "You saved her, Chicot Can you hear? You —** "Let me in! Where’s Grandpop? Let me In!” A girl, In the cotton velvets and plumed hat of a circus rider on parade, burst Into the room. Patches of rouge stood out like fever spots on her color less face. Her black eyes were dis tended with fright With a shriek she flung herself to her knees beside Chicot, put her arms under the old clown’s shoulders, and lifted him until his head rested against her breast. A spasm of pain contorted the grotesque face. The lids under their painted brows opened. He tried to put his hand over hers. It wavered futilely and dropped. His whisper seemed to fill the still room. "Be a good—girl, Milly. You’ll be a —great—rider—lf you keep at it. I've kept you—with me —you’re safer— now. I—must —get up. Time —for — my act—" The last faint word fluttered in a sigh. Chalky lids drooped over dull eyes. The crumpled figure settled lower In the girl’s arms. "Grandpop! Grandpop 1 Don’t leave me! I can’t bear It to have you hurt 1 First I hurt you and now—” The physician gently loosened the girl’s arms and eased the body of the old clown to the floor. Rodney Gerard laid his hand on her shoulder. TO BE CONTINUED. Confederation Articles and U. S. Constitution The articles of confederation con ferred upon congress none but the delegated powers nnd recognized the absolute sovereignty of the states, notes a writer in the Cleveland Plain Dealer. Aside from the right to mnko war and peace, regulate foreign inter course, receive nnd send ambassadors, control and coinage of money, and set tle disputed boundaries, congress had no power to net without the consent of nine of the stntes, each casting one ballot. It could not levy taxes, and before 1787 the wnr debt had de stroyed the financial reputation of the United States abroad. The states were divided In their In terests. and at the last Colonial con gress but eight of the stntes sent dele gates. Not the least of the weak nesses of the confederation was the nonprovision of a chief magistrate, or for a nntlonnl Judlclnry. To meet these needs It was found necessary to frame a new Constitu tion, systematically organizing a per manent form of government. This document arranges the powers of government under three heads— legislative, executive and Judicial—and places the supreme power In the peo ple of the whole country, Instead of vnlnly endeavoring to maintain a mul titude of Independent states. It re placed n disjointed confederacy of Jealous states with « natloa The New Year By Tennyson W W ING out, wild bells, to the wild K The flying cloud, the frosty light. The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. "Ring out the old, ring in the new; Ring, happy bells, across the snow; The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true. "Ring out the grief, that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor; Ring in redress to all mankind. "Ring out a slowly dying cause And ancient forms of party strife; Ring in the nobler modes of life. With sweeter manners, purer laws. "Ring out the want, the care, the sin, The faithless coldness of the times; Ring out, ring out, my mournful rhymes Rut ring the fuller minstrel in. "Ring out false pride in place of blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right; Ring in the common love of good. "Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. "Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land; Ring in the Christ that is to be .” Leave It to Nancy By Charles Frederick Wadsworth A NevJ "?<2a / f IT WAS 11 :U0 p. w., December 31. Salesmen of the "Speedaway 0" stood in groups discussing the bonus contest of the year—an extra SI,OOO to the salesman with the great est cash total, exclusive of trade-in credits. For several months, first one sales man had topped the blackboard In the salesmen’s room, then another. But gradually it became evident that the race was to be between Mark Bert man and Jerry Gnyle, leading the others handsomely. Some of the boys Insisted that Mark’s denis were not always ethical. Others said, "Get the business!" But for Jerry’s clean-cut methods there wus only admiration, though It seemed that Mark would win. Jerry left a sympathetic group, went to the telephone and dialed a number. “Hello! Nancy?" His voice was un enthuslsistlc. "Mark Is up three hun dred and ninety dollars on me, and there Is less than an hour to go. I’m sunk !’* Nancy’s voice came back to him en couragingly. “nold everything and leave It to Nancy!” Jerry hung up, wondering, but strangely revived. Nancy was such a good little sport At 11:42 Nancy breezed Into the “How Much?”—“Eight Hundred and Fifty Dollars.” show room and motioned Jerry over to a sport roadster. “How much?” She asked. “Eight hundred and fifty dollars,” said Jerry. Understanding dawmed up on him. Nancy wrote u check for the amount “Make out the papers,” she said. “I want to drive It away.” By that time the whole sales force had gathered around, Including the distributor, Walker. The transaction completed, Nancy settled herself at the wheel and sped out the exit Walker extendeo his hand to Jerry. “You win, Jerry! Congratulations 1” Anderson, another salesman, re marked to Smith "Did you get that? She planks down eight hundred nnd fifty to help Jerry win a thousand, which will pny for the car nnd lenve a hundred nnd fifty over!” "What of It?” asked Smith. "Who Is that little peach?” “Why, she Is merely .Jerry’s future wife. They nre to be mnrrled tomor row—or rather, today. 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