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PROLOGUE OF THE STORY.
John Harrington, a stockbroker of regular habits, flies. His widow finds included in her meager heritage a rac ing stable secretly operated li.v her husband during life under the name "John Duffy." "Widow" Harrington, after conferring with Mat Donovan, the trainer, decides to secretly con tinue ownership of the stable under the old name and live near the track. Her sister. Myrtle, and her fiance. Ralph Woodhurst. whose father is op posed to the race track, are Interrupt ed in their lovemaking by Janet Stir lint', who annoys Ralph by referring to him as a model young man. Donovan arrives in quest of Mrs. Harrington and Bertie Ainsworth tries unsuccess fully to humiliate him. Mrs. Harring ton returns from an auto ride with Mr. Sanderson. John Garrison, rich minor, a friend of two weeks' standing, proposes to the widow. Wildfire's chances of winning the Ocean stakes on the morrow are being discussed when Dr. Woodhurst, the race track reformer, joins them unexpectedly, and Mrs. Harrington has an uncomfortable time getting rid of him. Chappy Ras ter, the egotistic jockey who is to ride Wildfire, calls on Mrs. Harrington to see "the owner of the John Duffy sta ble." John Duffy, a bookmaker, who is believed by most people to be the owner of the stable, has won the en mity of Garrison, who threatens to "break" him. Kalpli secretly stakes a large sum on Wildfire and while at the track is met by Myrtle. Mrs. Harring ton puts in an appearance after they 'pave and t"ll,s Chappy Raster how run a winning race. The jockey then meets Duffy, whom he thinks is the real owner of Wildfire, and agrees to win only if a handkerchief Is waved from the stable window. Hud. the sta ble boy. overhears these instructions and Informs the widow, who decides to defeat Duffy's object. When the race starts she manages to keep his at tention nwny from if. Mrs. Rarrington gives the signal, and Wildfire wins. Duffy, in anger, spreads the report that she owns a racing stable. She per suades Myrtle and Ralph to elope be fore Dr. Woodhurst is told. The re former tells her that his antlbetting bill has passed. The minister refuses to marry tlie elopers. A Narrow Margin. K. WOODH t'RST'S elation had subsided sufficiently for him to take some interest in tli outside world. To Mrs. Har rington lie announced: "Most astonishing situation. Mrs. Rarrington. We won this tight by the narrow margin of one vote." "Isn't that thrilling, doctor? I'm so interested in narrow margins." The remark was thrown in his direction. To Bud she said. "Get the number on the telephone quickly." "Yes. lady. What is the number?" Bud asked. "I don't know. Look in the book." she whispered. Turning to the doctor, she asked. "By one vote, did you say. doctor?" "Yen by one. Mrs. Harrington: only one. and under the most, peculiar cir cumstances. That vote was case bv Senator Reuben Glue of Hugville City. Oneida county." "To please his wife." she hinted. "Oh,, no. 1 gather from this tele gram that Senator Glue was quite ill with ptomaine poison and chilblains. It seems that lie is very fond of can ned lobster, aud he ate perhaps not wisely, but too much. He had to lie carried in to cast his vote. Hut we won," he finished exultantly. Meantime Hud either had been turn ing frantically the leaves of the tele phone book or running his finger down the pages to find the desired number. "Say, lady, everybody's name in dis book begins with Smith." he finally said in despair. "Pardon me just a moment, doctor." begged Mrs. Barring'on. "Certainly." he replied, fussing over his telegrams and letters. Mrs. Barringlon seized the directory and looked quickly over the names. "There it is." she said with a sigh of satisfaction—"ti2 Hempstead. Call it up quickly and don't mention any names, you understand?" Bud took up the receiver, saying. "I'm on." "Aud when does the new law go into effect, doctor?" Mrs. Harrington put the question to divert the doctor's at tention. "Immediately, Mrs. Burrington—as Copyright by George H, Broadhurst. soon JIS the governor can sign it," lie replied unctuously. "Cive me tlj Hempstead, and be quick!" shouted Hud to central. The doctor began to preach. "Too long have the iniquitous ruled. The hosts of evil must be subdued lest, pernd venture. we meet the fate of Sod om and Gomorrah!" "Aw, shut up!" Hud's lusty yell into the telephone almost paralyzed the doctor. "Mercy!" he cried, startled and con fused. "You mustn't do that. Bud," eluded Mrs. Harrington. "Well, it's some fresh guy on the tel ephone-Hello! dat tl'J Hempstead'' Well, speak up, speak up! All right!" To Mrs. Harrington he said: "Here you go, lady, but you'll have to concen trate. He's got weak pipes." Speaking into the phone, Mrs. Har rington said: "Yes is this Dr. Rabbit? This is Mrs. Harrington—yes, Mrs. Har rington." l.owering her voice that the doctor might not hear her, she contin ued: "It's all right. Marry them. Wh: You enn't hear me? I say"— she said, speaking more loudly. In des peration she said to Hud: "Make a noise so he can't hear me." The boy grasped the situation at once. "I'm on, lady. When I begin to sing you cut loose and say what you want to. He won't hear you." Bud ran to the chair on which the doctor had seated himself. At the top of his shrill treble voice he began to sing "l.ove Me and the World Is Mine." The doctor looked at him in horrified nma/.etii' nt. thinking the lad had suddenly lost his senses. While Hud sang the widow telephon ed her message. "It's all right. Proceed with the cer emony. They will be married in five minutes? Oh, thank yon. thank you! Goodliy!" Hanging up the receiver, she called to Hud. "Bud. for goodness' sake, what do you mean by making such a noise?" Hut Hud would not be stopped. He inlended to carry out his part of the agreement as long as his breath last- Lovo Me and the World Is Mine." ed. Mrs. Harrington ran to his side I and covered his mouth with her hand. I When ihe boy was able to speak he gasped: '••()h. 1 was just tryin' to show tlie doc here that I'd been to grand opera last season. Him and me was dis enssin' it." Dr. Woodhurst adjusted his glasses and examined Hud as a professor would study a rare specimen of a bug. Then he observed: "This is the most remarkable young ster I have ever seen. Such a degree ol' precoclousuess has never before I come under m.v observation." "l'lease forgive him. doctor." begged Mis. Harrington. "You see. Bud is a privileged character here, but 1 am sure he wouldn't deliberately annoy yon. would you. Bud?" Speaking to Mrs. Harrington. Bud I said: "Say. lady. I don't know what the Doc called me. but whatever It Is I stands de gaff. Is there any more errands?" "No. thank you. Bud. There's noth ing more tonight." "Then if you don't mind I'll go down to nie shelter camp and tumble in de hay. Good night, lady! Good night, Doc!" He bowed his way to the door. "Good night." answered the doctor. "Don't mention it!" bellowed the lad as he darted away. "Would you care to read some of these telegrams, Mrs. Barringtou?" 3 1 The doctor proffered her the bundle he held in bis hand. "No—why, of course"— The ring of the telephone interrupted her. she tried to reach the desk, but the doctor intervened. "Oh. let me answer it. Mrs. Barring ton," he begged. "I noticed you had some trouble a little while ago." Dr. Woodhurst held the receiver to his ear, and in his mildest, most polite tone said: "Hello—yes." Mrs. Harrington walked nervously to the other side of the room. "Yes. He is?" Then in a lower voice, after a pause, the doctor snld: "You don't say so! Thank you, thank you! Good by!" He hung up the receiver and turned to Mrs. Harrington, who had sunk into a chair awaiting the explosion. "Mrs. Harrington," he began. Again she sighed. "Nerve yourself. Can you bear an other shock?" "Yes I"— "Ralph and Myrtle are married," he announced. "They are?" She sighed with relief, outwardly cool, but inwardly alarmed and distressed. "They have eloped, but It does not surprise me." "Doesn't surprise you?" she mur mured. "Not in the least They should not have done it—it was very' wrong, but they are young. It was all Ralph's fault undoubtedly, but forgive them, won't you, for my sake?" the doctor begged. "Of course I forgive them, but I must tell you. doctor, I must confess that"— she licgan, hut. the doctor In the highest spirits cried: "You forgive them that is enough. Now I must, go. This has been a won derful day for me. My bill is passed, and my son is married! Good by, Mrs. Harrington! Goodb.v! My son Is pass ed. and my bill is married!" Tim deluded doctor almost ran from the room to carry the wonderful news home to mother. A Rejected Proposal. Mollis. RARRINGTON had given I Donovan orders immediately after the race to announce that Wildfire and the Duffy stable were on the market. Home ward bound she had passed Garrison in an auto, but had looked away when he bowed. When llortense announced Mr. Gar rison she not only was greatly sur prised at his seeming impudence, but deeply annoyed. Before she could say she was not. at home Garrison enter ed the room. "Am I intruding? What is the mat ter? What have 1 done?" he insisted. "You know what you have done," she replied coldly. "I don't know. I only know that yesterday on that very lawn out. there you told me I had a chance, and you said it as though you meant it. Since that time and until late this afternoon you have been very kind to me. Then something hapietied—something must have happened -for after the races yon passed me on the road and cut ine dead. Since then I have called you up on the telephone several times and you have refused to speak to me. I have sent von a note, which remains unanswered. Hut I'm no quitter, and that is why I am here, even if it is an intrusion. What lias happened? What have I done? 1 have the right to know." "Don't you know?" Mrs. Harrington turned and for the first time in the interview looked Garrison directly in the face. "No." lie bluntly and emphatically answered. "You know of no reason why I should change my opinion of you?" she asked with a sneer. "No." he replied, with greater em phasis. "You know of nothing which, if it came to my ears, would make me alter mv mind?" She watched his expression closely. Doubts began to enter her mind. No man could look at her as Garrison did and lie deliberately. "Nothing." he laconically replied. There was a short pause before he asked her in a low tone, "What do you think I have done?" "If you don't know I can't tell you." she answered, with a tinge of regret in her voice. "But you must—you must tell me." he Insisted. "The meanest criminal in the land is entitled to a trial. Are you to punish me without even letting me know the charge agninst me? It's un fair. It's unjust, and I'insist on know ing what I nm accused of and who has made the accusation." "There lias been no accusation," she replied shortly. "Then what is it? What has come between us? I give you my word that so far as I know I have done nothing that would in any way justify the po sition you have taken." Mrs. Harrington was not yet fully convinced. The thought of what he had said about his word rankled in her miiul. His answer stirred again her antagonism. "You give me your word,'' she repeated with contempt. "1 give you ihy word," he protested. "I don't, claim to be better than any other man, but what I do is open and above board. There's no other wo man"— Mrs. Harrington made a gesture of annoyance and disgust. "It isn't that." she declared. "Then what is it? I'm not only lighting for my justification I'm fight ing for my happiness. Everything I hold dear is at stake. Tell me what it is. and if I don't clear myself I'll take my punishment. I give you my word that since I have known you I have done nothing that 1 should wish to hide from you. I give you my word that I have done no act that would make me ashamed to look you or any other woman or nny man straight in the face, and if you have heard or learned anything to the contrary it's untrue it's a lie!" "Even if it were untrue it would be too late now," she faltered, with a deep sigh. "Too late?" he cried in dismay. Sanderson returned most opportune ly to spare Mrs. Harrington a very try ing moment. "Henrietta," he called. Garrison started back pace. The one word explained much. To him Sanderson said: "How are you. Garrison?" Garrison looked at her for enlighten ment. "Mr. Sanderson has asked me to mar ry him," she explained. "I told you I was out to win," an nounced the lucky man. "You said fairly." Garrison called his attention to their compact. "And I've won fairly. I wouldn't care to win any race on a foul, par ticularly tills one, and I've won it fair ly." announced Sanderson. "Are you sure?" queried Garrison. "Quite. So far as I am concerned this race has been absolutely on the level. I know how you must feel, old man." Sanderson spoke with all sin cerity. "Please"— begged Garrison. "But there were to be no hard feel ings, remember." Sanderson took Garrison's hand and shook it. Garrison simply replied, "I congratulate you." Me bowed more formally to Mrs. Rarrington, remark ing: "I congratulate you, too, and hope you will both be very happy. Good night." "Good night." Her answer was very faint. When lie had left the room she sank down on the sofa. Sanderson said to her. with fervor: "One of us had to lose. I'm glad I wasn't the one." Before Mrs. Rarrington could reply llortense announced Donovan. The hpstess remarked to Sanderson: "On business? He won't be long." "May I wait?" he requested." in the RING By GE0R.GE BARR M'CUTCHEON Author of "Beverly of Gr&ustark," Etc. A Romance of Life Under the Big Tent "Just as you wish." Sanderson walked to the window and looked out into the warm summer night. At that moment h. feit very happy and contented. He had won the woman whom he loved devotedly. The only regret was that Garrison should have lost. Donovan plunged at once into the ob ject of his visit. "It's all settled. The stable's sold and all I want is your O. K„" he said to her. "All settled?" She heard his an nouncement with regret. Very keenly she felt the parting with Wildfire. "1 don't know the name of the big flash, but the brokers handling the deal are Brown & Harrington. I'll know 5.11e nanie of the buyer when they hand me the check in the morning." Dono van continued. "So It's all settled. I'm sorry and I'm--1 love them all, especially Wild fire. I do hope they'll be good to her." "They got to be. I go with the sta ble," Donovan assured her. "Good! You'll let me know, won't you, as soon as you find out who has bought it?" "Surest thing you know. Gee, ain't it too bad! Tomorrow it won't be owner and trainer. It'll just be Sirs. Rarrington aud Donovan. Ain't it too bad?" he asked with deep regret. "It will be too bad. Donovan, be fore you go I have a little present for you-^-a little keepsake." "I'm still waiting," hinted Sanderson. "Don't bother about no keepsake, Mrs. Barrlngton," said Donovan with a deprecatory gesture. "I'll get it for you. Walt Just a minute, please," she begged. To San derson she said "Keep Mr. Donovan company. He's a horseman, but don't let that bother you." Sanderson motioned to Donovan to take a seat, but the trainer simply nod ded a "Howdy" and remained stand ing. Sanderson strolled toward him and remarked with the greatest sin cerity "I've read a great deal about you lately, Mr. Donovan—particularly about your training Wildfire. It must make a man proud and happy to own a horse like Wildfire." "You guessed it," answered Donovan heartily. "The owner of Wildfire thinks as much of her as though she was one of the family." "I thought Mr. Duffy had no more sentiment than a lamppost?" asked Sanderson with some curiosity. "What Duffy?" growled Donovan. "John Duffy, the bookmaker, who owns Wildfire," he explained. Donovan could scarcely restrain his feelings. "Owns Wildfire? Say! Do you know what he'd bleed if he acci dentally cut his hand?" he asked con temptuously. "No." "I^emon juice! Sentiment—him! He'd rob his widowed sister and think it a fine piece of work." "But I understood you to say (hat he cared for Wildfire as If"— Donovan interrupted him: "You're playin' the wrong horse. He don't own Wildfire. He ain't got nothtn' to do with the Duffy stable and never did." "But I thought"— began Sanderson, but Donovan would not let him finish. [To be concluded.] This Gripping New Serial Begins Next Week! ANCIENT PHRASE A MISNOMER "Money In Chancery" Not What the Name Implies, English Say. Most people have heard the phrase "money in chancery," but it is more than doubtful whether many people kuow what the money is or how it came into chancery or how it gets out in most cases after the lapse of many years, says the London Answers. As a matter of fact, the phrase "mon ey In chancery" is a misnomer, for there is not now a court of chancery as a separate organization. It was killed by act of parliament, the Judica ture act doing the deed. There la a chancery division of the high court of justice, and the money commonly call ed money In chancery is simply stand ing in the books of the supreme court pay olHce. IIow did the money get there? Imagine a typical case. A man dies in 1850. He leaves property to trus tees in trust for his four children. One of these children goes abroad and settles out there. Some dlsptite arises between the other children and the trustees. The matter comes before tl» court, and the trustees are ordered to pay the shares Into court. They do this, and in time the three children are able to draw out their shares, but the one abroad never claims his, and unless he or his descendants claim the money It will He there still. There is nothing more unprofitable than the pursuit of money In chancery. Dozens of people have wasted their means and their lives at the game of hunting unclaimed funds. One In a hundred may get something in the end. The other ninety-nine find themselves balked aud disappointed. Some people run away with the idea that because they happen to bear the same name as one of the people men tioned in the list of unclaimed funds In the books of the supreme court therefore they stand a good chance of getting something. That Is not so, and even people with uncommon names, although they see a similar name in the list, often do not stand a ghost of a chance. The court will re quire very strict proof and very strong evidence indeed before It will order money to be paid out to a claimant, and hearsay evidence is not acceptable. A Question of Values. ,1am always did attract little Arthur, and he persisted in helping himself In spite of his mother's orders. One day she caught him in the act, the Jam pot in one hand and a large spoon in the other. "Arthur, you naughty boy!" she said sadly. "Why do you always disobey me and steal the Jam?" Arthur's sweet blue eyes turned heavenward, and a little smile stole around his lips. "I was just wondering, mother," he murmured gently. "Wondering? What do you mean, child?" asked his exasperated parent "Well, mother, I haven't tasted the Jam yet," explained the lad, "and I was Just wondering if it's nice enough to be whipped for."-Answers. Tea In China costs from 5 to 10 cents a pound, according to quality. 1