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For a time the look of in- j,- credulity remained* to be succeeded <pvl>y utter scorn as she went on with ^ fhe recital. Her reasons, her excuses, . %er explanations for thin master stroke In the way of compensation for all ,|hat she had endured at the hands of ;^&e scornful Wrandalls, air of whom , $rere hateful to her without exception, furred him deeply. He began to un­ derstand the forces that compelled her to resort to this Machiavellian plan for revenge on them. She admitted everything: her readiness to blight Hetty's life forever; her utter callous­ ness in laying down these ugly plans; her surpassing vindlctiveness; her re­ flections on the triumph she was to enjoy when her aims were fully at­ tained. She confessed to a genuine pity for Hetty Castleton from the be­ ginning, but it was outweighed by that thing she could only describe as an obsession! ... How she hated the Wrandalls! . . . Then came the real awakening: when the truth came to her as a revelation from God. Hetty _ had not been to blame. The girl was v tonocent of the one sin that called for vengeance so far as she was con­ cerned. The slaying of Challis Wran- / d&ll was justified! All these months y the had been harboring a woman she X Relieved to have been his mistress as ' ^ Well as his murderess. It was not so touch the murderess that she would lave foisted upon the Wrandalls as a daughter, but the mistress! . . . < #he loved the girl, she had loved her Jrom that first night. Back of it all. ; i therefore, lay the stern, unsuspected v truth: from the very beginning she in- . stinctively had known this girl to be {innocent of guile. . . . Her house Of cards fell down. There was noth- Ing left of the plana on which It had |>een constructed. It had all been f' • swept away, even as ehe strove to V.( ground was strewn with the ashes of PV' ®res burnt out. . . . She was jjLj shocked to find that she had even >r\< |>uilt upon the evil spot! . . . Al- Mif inost word for word she repeated Het- •" * " ty's own story of her meeting with Challie Wrandall, and how she went, 'i V?;",'®teP by step and blindly, to the last f?, " scene in the tragedy, when his vile- ~/v liess, his true nature was revealed to &if: her. The girl had told her everything. T • ^ "She had thought herself to be In love with Wrandall. She was carried away •>J- " | •, .. tty his protestations. She waB lnfatu- I fe.{ '.»ftf.ed. (Sara smiled to herself as she *poke of this. She knew Challis Wren­ s'*" ^ flail's charm!) The girl believed in h""C' "ImP1{citly. When he took heK to k«aj *' Jiurton's inn it was to make her his i:Strife, aa she supposed. He had ar­ ranged everything. Then, came the :|ruth. She defended herself. . . . '"I came upon her in the road on W$$' night, Brandon, at the place j!, '• I pointed out. Can you picture her as F* « & * % haye described her? Can you pic- '• f • "I01"© her despair, her hopelessness, her k- misery? I have told you everything, p, from beginning to end. You know how pK; she came to me, how I prepared her tor the sacrifice, how she left me. I fe( ;?*;>.* have not written to her. I cannot. She |.v, ? must hate me with all her soul, Just as .p^V; -i| have hated the Wrandalls, but with '! greater reason, I confess. She would UM,; 'Mx ^uive given hersplf up to the law long *8o, if It had not been for exposing „ !, tne to the world as her defender, her fewV - protector. She knew she wae not mor- p'triaiiy guilty of the crime of murder. In the beginning she was afraid. She Sdid not know our land, our laws. In time she came to understand that she was in no real peril, but then it was too late. A confession would have placed me In an impossible position. ;/jYou see, ehe thought of me all this time. She loved me as no woman ever loved another. WaB not I the wife »f the man she had killed, and was 4^°t I the noblest of all women in her ^eyes? God! And to think of whmt'I 'had planned for her!" This was the end of the story. The words died away in a sort of whimpering wail, falling in with the wind to be lost to his straining ears. Her head drooped, her arms hone limply at her side. For a long time he sat there in si­ lence, looking out over the darkening water, unwilling, unable indeed, to speak. Hte heart was full of compas- ^ ( sion for her, mingling strangely with hjkV what was left of scorn and horror. -What could he say to her? At last she turned to him. "Now •. r y«u know all that I can tell you of Hetty Castleton--of Hetty Glynn. You W ,1 ' spise myself. But what could be ex­ pected of me?" she asked ironically. "As the Wrandalls would say, 'blood will tell.'" "Nonsense! Dont talk Ilka that! It Is quite unworthy of you. In spite of everything, Sara, you are wonder­ ful.. The very thing you tried to do, the way you went about it, the way you surrender, makes for greatness In you. If you had gone on with it and succeeded, that fact alone would have put you in the class with the great, strong, virile women of history. It--' "With the Medicis, the Borgia* and--" she began bitterly. "Yes, with them. But, they were great women, just the same. You are greater, for you have more than they possessed: a conscience. 1 wish I could tell you just what I feel. I haven't the words. I--" "I only want you to tell me the truth. Do you despise me?" "Again I say that I do not. I can only say that I regard you with--yes, with awe." "As one might think of a deadly serpent." "Hardly that," he said, emlll'ng for the first time. He crossed over and laid his band on her shoulder. "Don't think too meanly of yourself. I under­ stand it all. You lived for months without a heart, that's all." "You put it very gently." "I think I am right. Now, you've got it back, and it's hungry for the sweet, good things of life. You want to be happy. You want to love again and to be loved. You dont want to pitied. I understand. It's the return of a heart that went away long months ago and left an empty place that you filled with gall. The bitterness is gone. There is something sweet In its place. Am I not right?" She hesitated. "If you mean that I want to be loved by my enemies, Brandon, you are wrong," she said clearly. "I have not been chastened in that particular." You mean the Wrandalls?" It is not in my nature to love my enemies. We stand on the same foot­ ing as before, and always ehall. They understand me, I understand them. I am glad that my project failed, not for their sake, but for my own." He was silent. This woman was be­ yond him. He could not understand a nature like this. "You say nothing. Well*. I can't ask you to understand. We will not dis­ cuss my enemies, but my friends. What do you Intend to do in respect to Hetty?" '1 am going to make her my wife," he said levelly. She turned away. It was now quite dark. He could not see the expres­ sion on her face. What you have heard does pot weaken your love for her?* • No. It strengthens It." You know what she has done. She has taken a life with her own hands. Can you take her to your bosom, can you make her the mother of your own children? Remember, there is blood os her hands." "Ah, but her heart 4s clean!" ' "True," she said moodily, "her heart is clean." "No cleaner th*n jnmrs Is now, 8ara." She tittered a short, mocking laugh. "It isn't necessary to say a thing like that to me." "I beg your pardon." Her manner changed abruptly. **?»• turned to him, intense and serious. She is so far away, Brandon. On the other side of the world, and ehe is full of loathing for me. How am I could not have forced this from me, Brandon. She would not tell you. It f ^ was left for me to do in my own good time. Well, I have Bpoken. What ' have you to say?" "I can only say, Sara, that I thank ; God for everything," he said slowly. ;,) Ttor everything?" "I thank God for yoo, for her and * for everything. I thank God that she •;> found him out in time, that she killed '?•' him, that you shielded her, th^t you v failed to carry out your devilish scheme, and that your heart is very sore today." "You do not despise iine?" "No. I am sorry for- you.1 : , Her eyes narrowed, "i don't want ytm to feel sorry for me." i > "You don't understand. I am sorry for you because you have found your­ self out and must be despising your- : <*¥«• have guessed the truftu' 1 d*> "She may refute to marry yon, even now, Brandon." "She can't!" he cried. An lnetani later his face fell. "By Jove, I--I sup­ pose the law will have to be consid­ ered now. She will at least have tlf go through the form of a trial." She whirled on him angrily. "The law? What has the Jaw to do with it? Dont be a fool!" "She ought to be legally exoner­ ated." he said. Her fingers gripped his arm fiercely. "I want you to understand one thing, Brandon. The story I have told you was for your ears alone. The secret lives with us and dies with us." He looked hie relief. "Right! It must go no farther. It is not a mat­ ter for the law to decide. You may trust me." "I am cold," she said. He heard her teeth chatter distinctly as she pulled her thick mantle closer about her throat and shoulders. "It is very raw and wet down here. Come!" As she started off along the long, narrow pier, he sprang after her, grasping her arm. She leaned rather heavily against him for a few steps and then drew herself up. Her teeth still chattered, her arm trembled in his clasp. "By Jove, Sara, this is bad," he cried, in distress. ."You're chilled to the marrow." "Nerves," she retorted, and he some­ how felt that her lips were set and drawn. "You must get to bed right away. Hot bath, mustard, and all that. IH not Btop for dinner. Thanks just the same. I will be over in the morn­ ing." "When will you sail?" she asked, after a moment. "I can't go for ten days, at least. My mother goes into the hospital next week for an operation, as I've told you. cant leave until after that's over. Nothing serious, but--well, I can't go away. I shall write to Hetty tonight, and cable her tomorrow. By the way, I--I don't know just where to find her. You see, we were not to write to each other. It was in the bargain. I sup­ pose you don't know how I can--" "Yes, I can tell you precisely where she is. She is in Venice, but leaves there for Rome, by the Express." "Then you have been hearing from her?" he cried sharply. "Not directly. But I will say this much: there has not been a day since she landed in England that I have not received news of her. I have not been out of touch with her. Brandon, not even for an hour." "Good heaven, Sara! You dont mean to say you've had her shadowed by--by detectives/' he exclaimed, aghast. "Her maid is a very faithful serv­ ant," was her ambiguous rejoinder. This Wqmaii Was Beyond Him. to regain what I have lost? How am I to make her understand? 8be went away with that last ugly thought of me, with the thought of me as I ap­ peared to her on that last, enlighten­ ing day. All these months It has been growing more horrible to her. It has been beside her all the time. All these months ehe has known that 1 pretended to love her as--*' "I don't believe you know, Hetty as well as you think you do," he tfroke in. "You forget that she loved you with all her 'soul. You can't kill love so easily as all that It will be all right, Sara. You must write and ask her to come back. It--" 'Ah, but you dont know!" Then she related the story of the liberated canary bird. "Hetty understands. The cage door is open. She may return when she chooses, but--don't you see? --ehe must come pf her own free will." "You will not ask her to coma?" "No. It is the test. She will know that I have told you everything. You will go to her. Then she may under­ stand. If she forgives she will eome back. There is nothing else to say. nothing else to consider." "I shall go to her at onoe," he said CHAPTER XVIII. Disturbing News. He walked home swiftly through the early night, his brain seething with tumultuous thoughts. The revela­ tions of the day were staggering; the whole universe seemed to have turned topsy-turvy eince that devastating hour at Burton's Inn. Somehow he was not able to confine his thoughts to Hetty Castleton alone. She seemed to Blnk into the background, despite the absolution he had been so ready, so eager to grant her on hearing the story from Sara's lips. Not that his resolve to search her out and claim her in epite of everything was-likely to weaken, but that the absorbing fig­ ure of Sara Wrandall stood out most clearly in his reflections. What an amazing creature she was! He could not drive her out of his thoughts, even when he tried to con­ centrate them on the one person who was dearest to him of all in all the world, his warm-hearted, adorable Hetty. Strange contrasts suggested themselves to him as he strode along, head bent and shoulders hunched. He could not help contrasting the two women. He loved Hetty; he would always love her, of that he was posi­ tive. She was Sara'B superior in ev­ ery respect, infinitely so, he argued. And yet there was something in Sara ahat could crowd this adored one, this perfect one out of his thoughts for the time being. He found it difficult to concentrate hie thoughts on Hetty Castleton. How white and ill 8ara had looked when she said good night to him at the door! The memory of her dark, mysterious eyes haunted him; be could see them in the night about him. They had been full of pain; there were torrents of tears behind them. They had glistened as if burnished by the fires of fever. Even as he wrote his long, trium­ phant letter to Hetty Castleton, the picture of Sara Wrandall encroached upon his mental vision. c He could not drive it out. He thought of her as she had appeared to him early in the spring; through all the varying stages of their growing intimacy; through the interesting dayB when he vainly tried to translate her matchless beauty by means of wretched pigments; up to this present hour in which she was revealed, and yet not revealed, to him. Her vivid face was always before him, between his eyes and the thin, white paper on which he scribbled so eager­ ly. Her feverish eyes were looking into his; she was reading what he wrote before it appeared on the sur­ face of the sheet! His letter to Hetty was a triumph of skill and diplomacy, achieved after many attempts. He found it hard not to say too much, and quite as difficult not to say too little. He spent hours over this all-important missive. At last it was finished. He read and re­ read It, searching for the slightest flaw: a fatal word or suggestion that might create in her mind the slightest 4oubt as to his sincerity. She was resolutely. She <***? ttar* sftwilrtai. aure to read this letter a' great many g l a a e o . ^ « | t i m e s , a n d a l w a y s w i t h t h e v i e w t o m̂ m MM*-. Vt ' V '"-V :*w ' finding something between the lines: such as pity, resignation, an enforced conception of loyalty, or even faith! He meant that she should find noth­ ing there but love. It was full of ten­ derness, full of hope, full of promise. He was coming to her with a stead­ fast, enduring love in his heart, he wanted he# now more than ever before. There was no mention of Challis Wrandall, and but once was Sara's name used. There was nothing in the letter that could have betrayed their joint secret to the most acute outsider, and yet she would under­ stand that he had wrung everything from Sara's lipe. Her Bocret was his. He decided that It would not be safe to anticipate the letter by a cable­ gram. It was not likely that any mes­ sage he could send would have the desired effect Instead of reassuring her, in all probability it would create fresh alarm. Sleep did not come to him until after three o'clock. At two he got up and deliberately added a postscript to the letter he had written. It was in the nature of a poignant plea for Sara Wrandall. Even as he penned these Booth Was 8tartled by Her Appear­ ance. lines, he shuddered at the thought pf what she had planned to do to Hetty Castleton. Staring hard at the black window before him, the pen still in his hand, he allowed his thoughts to dwell so intimately on the subject of his well-meant postscript that her ashen face with its burning eyes seemed to take shapfe In the night beyond. It wae a long time before he could get rid of the illusion. After­ wards he tried to conjure up Hetty's face and to drive out the likeness of the other woman, and found that he could not recall a single feature in the face of the girl he loved! .When he reached Southlook In the morning, he found that nearly all of the doors and windows were boajded up. Wagons were standing in the stable yard, laden with trunks and crates. Servants without livery were scurrying about the halls.. There wae an air of finality. about their move­ ments. "Yes, sir," said Watson, In reply to his question, "we are In a rush. Mrs. Wrandall expects to close the 'ouse thie evening, sir. We all go up this afternoon, I suppose you know, sir, we 'ave taken a new apartment in town." "No!" exclaimed Booth. "Yes, sir, we 'ave, sir. They've been decorating it for the pawst two weeks. Seems like she didn't care for the old one we 'ad. As a matter of fact, I didn't care much for itr either. She's taken one of them hexpensive ones looking out over the park, elr. You know we used to look out over Madison avenue, sir, and God knows it wasn't hlnspirin'. Yes, sir, we go up this afternoon. Mrs. Wrandall will be down in a second, thank you, sir." Booth actually was startled by her appearance when she entered the room a few minutes later. She looked positively ill. "My dear Sara," he cried anxiously, "this Is too bad. You are making yourself ill. Come, come, this won't do." "I shall be all right In a day or two," she said. with a weary little gesture. "I have been nervous. The strain was too great, Brandom. This is the reaction you might eay." "Your hand ie hot, your eyes look feverish. You'd better see your doc­ tor as soon as you get to town. An ounce of prevention, you know." "Well," she said, with a searching look into his eyes, "have you written to her?" "Yes. Posted It at seven o'clock this morning." "I trust you did not go so far as to--well, to volunteer a word in my behalf. You were not to do that, you know." He looked uncomfortable. "I'm afraid I did take your name in vain," he equivocated. '-You are a--a won­ derful woman, Sara," he went on^ moved to the remark by a curious in­ fluence that he could not have ex­ plained any more than he could have accounted for the sudden gush of emotion that took possession of him. She ignored the tribute. "You will persuade her to come to New York with you?" "For your sake, Bara, If she won't come for mine." "She knows the cage Is open," was her way of dlsmteslng the subject "I am glad you came over. I have a letter from Leslie. It came this morn­ ing. You may be lntoreuted in what he has to say of Hetty--and of youi^ self." She smiled faintly. "He Is determined that you shall not be with­ out a friend while he is alive." "Les isn't such a rotter, Sara. He's spoiled, but he Is hardly to be blamed for that" *1 will read his lottor to fm." ate said, and there was no little signifi­ cance in the way she put It. She held the letter in her hand, but he had failed to notice it before. Now he saw that it was a crumpled ball of paper. He was obliged to wait for a minute or two while she restored It to a read­ able condition. "He was in London when this was written," she explained, turning to the window for light She glanced swiftly oVer the first page until she found the place where she meant to begin. " 'I suppose Hetty Castleton has written that we met in Lucerne two weeks ago,' " she read. " 'Curious coincidence in connection with it, too. I was with her father, Col. Braid Castleton, when we came upon her most unexpectedly. I ran across him in Paris just before the aviation meet, and got to know him rather well. He's a fine f;hop, dont you think? I confess I was somewhat surprised to learn that.be didD't know she'd left America. He explained it quite naturally, however. He'd been ill in the north of Ireland and muBt have missed her letters. Hetty was on the point of leaving for Italy. We didn't see much of her. But, by Jove, Sara, I am more completely gone on her than ever. She is adorable. Now that I've met her father, who had the beastly misfortune to miSB old Murgat- royd's funeral, I can readily see where­ in the saying "blood will tell" applies to her. He is a prince. He came over to London with me the day after we left Hetty in Lucerne, and I had him in to meet mother and Vivian at Clar- idge'e. They like him immensely. He set us straight on a good many points concerning the Glynn and Castleton families. Of course, I knew they were among the best over here, but I didn't know how fine they were until we pre­ vailed on him to talk a little about himself. You will be glad to hear that he is Coming over with us on the Mauretania. She sails the twenty- seventh. We'll be on the. water by the time you get this letter. It had been our Intention to sail last week, but the colonel had to go to Ireland for a few days to eettle some beastly squabbles among the tenants. Next year he wants me to come over for the shooting. He isn't going back to India for two years, you may be in­ terested to hear. Two years' leave. Lots of "influence, believe me! We've been expecting him back in London since day before yesterday. I dare say he found matters worse than he suspected and hae been delayed. He has been negotiating for the sale of some of his property in Belfast--fac­ tory sites, I believe. He is particularly anxious to close the deal before he leaves England. Had to lift a mort­ gage on the property, before he could think of making the sale. I staked him to four thousand pounds, to tide him over. Of course, he is eager to make the sale. 'Gad, I Almost had to beg him to take the mpney. Ter­ ribly proud and haughty, {is the butler would say. He said he wouldn't sleep well until he has returned the filthy lucre. We are looking for him back any hour now. But if he shouldn't get here by Friday, we will sail without him. He said he would follow by the next boat, in case anything happened that he didn't catch the Mauretania.' " Sara interrupted herself to ofTer an ironic observation: "If Hetty did not despise her father so heartily, I should adviee you to look farther for a father- in-law, Brandon. The colonel is a bad lot. Estates in the north of Ireland! Poor Leslie!" She laughed softly. "He'll not show up, eh?" "Not a bit of it," she said. "He may be charged to profit and IOBS in Leslie's books. This part of the letter will interest you," she went on, as if all that had gone, before was of no importance to him. " 'I hear inter­ esting news concerning you, my dear girl. My heartiest congratulations if it is all true. Brandy Is one in a mil­ lion. I have hoped all along tc hava him as a full-fledged brother-in-law, if that's the way you'd put it Father writes that every one is talking about it, and saying what a fine thing it is. He has a feeling of delicacy about ap­ proaching you in the matter, and I fancy it's Just as well until everything is settled. I wish you'd let me make a suggestion, however. Wouldn't it be wise to let us all get together and talk over the business end of the game? Brandy's a fine chap, a corker, in fact, but the question is: has he Sot It In him to take Challis' place In ie firm? You've got to consider the future as well as the present, my dear. We all do. With his arti3tlc tempera­ ment he might play hob with your in- tereste, and ours too, for that matter. Wouldn't it be wise for me to sound him a bit before we take him into the firm? Forgive me for suggesting this, but,.as you know, your interests are mine, and I'm terribly keen about see­ ing you get the best of everything. By the way, wasn't he a bit gone on Hetty? Passing fancy, of course, and not deep enough to hurt anybody. Good old Brandy!' " "There is more, Brandon, bnt It's of no consequence," ehe said, tossing the letter upon the tables "You see how the land lays." ' Booth was pale with annoyance. "By Jove, Sara, what an Insufferable ass he is!" "The shoe pinches?" "Oh, It's such perfect rot! Fm sorry on your account Have you ever heard of such gall?" "Oh, he is merely acting as the fam­ ily spokesman. I can see them now in solemn conclave. They think it their indisputable right to select a husband for me, to pass upon him, to accept or decline him as they see fit, to say whether he is a proper man to hang up his hat and coat in tbe of Wrandall & Co." ' ' / " "Do you mean to say--'^ . •"* ;• "Let's not talk about it, Brandon. It is too silly." They fell to discussing her plans for the immediate future, although the minds of both were at work with something else. "Now that I have served my pur­ pose, 1 suppose you will not care to see so much of me," she said, aa he prepared to take leave of her. "Served your purpose? What do you mean?" "I should have put It differently. You have been most assiduous in your efforts to force the secret from me. It has been accomplished. Now do you understand?" "That lBn't fair, Sara," he protest­ ed. "If you'll let me come to see you, in spite of what the gossipB and Mr. Redmond Wrandall predict, you may be sure I will be as much in Evidence as ever. I suppose I have been a bit of a nuisance, hanging on as 1 have." "I admire your perseverance. More than that, I admire your courage in accepting the situation as you Ir&ve. I only hope you may win her over to your way of thinking, Brandon. Goodby." "1 shall go up to town tomorrow, kit and bag. When shall I see youl We have a great deal left to talk about before I sail." "Come when you like." "You really want me to come?" "Certainly." He studied her pale, tired face tot a moment, and then shook his head. "You must take care of yourself." he said. "You are unstrung. 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"But# my dear comrade,"* here plied, reproachfully, "we are Just beginning to understand each other: The whole idea of the 'like-father-like-son' move­ ment is that it be continuous. 1 must say, however, that you have been a dead game sport. What do you want to quit for?" In reply the kind father, summoning all .his control, said, gently: "Believe me, I don't want to quit, but the fact is that sine* you and I have been thrown together I have smoked so many cigarettes, played so much poker, danced so many new­ fangled dances, raced over the coun­ try in so many autoe that I thought If you didn't mind I would take a couple of weeks off in some good Banie&rium until I can gather strength enough to go on with the growing frlendahtp be­ tween us."--Life. WANTED HUSBAND TO LOAF Only Then Was He Agreeable, Testi­ fied Wife--Sought Divorce From t Her Silent 8pouse. We read of him in three places In the dispatches of the day. The first case wae where a man kissed his wife against her will, which made her so mad that she had him arrested for assault and battery, and the court sentenced him to thirty days in jail Next case was where a woman had her husband arrested for getting drunk and abusing her. When before the court, here is what she eald: "My man's a fine man when he's sober. The trouble is he earns money and spends it on liquor. The only time he's behaved himself was wh*m he wasn't working and got no mon«f;. I have an Income and can support tin family. I wish you'd make him qo> work." "All right," said the Judge. Ao4 he eentenced the husband not to work for thirty days. . The third case was a suit for di­ vorce, where the wife charged that her husband would not speak to her He would eat his meals without a word, then sit down with a paper and read without looking at her or 'peak­ ing to her. 8o It has been going on for a long time. Of course the court granted the wife a divorce. Having a silent, sour husband around Is In­ tolerable.--Ohio State JOUXML More Money In II ' MI can say this much for denttatn," -What 1B it?" "You seldom find one who hu | grasping nature." "No." "They'd moqfc than pull IL" :-'v '•"V* m Husband Dashed Home in Response to Telephone Call to Find HI* Worst Fears Were Groundless. ,v Smithson said a thunderstorm al­ ways reminded him of thlB absurd in­ cident in his early married life. He said it happened when their first baby was only two months old, so he might be pardoned if his solicitude exceed­ ed bis sober Judgment. He was at his office one afternoon when a ter­ rific thunderstorm broke which crashed enough to frighten anyone, so when the 'p' ? rang and his wife's voice tremulously asked: "George, dear, can you come home right away?" he said, "yes," quickly, nor paused to question, but frantic with misgivings, grabbed his hat and almost ran through town'to his home. Arriving all breathless, he found his wife awaiting him on the porch, her face the very picture of distress. Hushing up to her he said anxious* ly: "Why, darling, what's the mat ter r • Much to his surprise came this re­ ply' "Oh, Qeorge, <^ear, wo have moths!"--Kansas City' Star. Uncertain. The secretary of one of the college classes at Princeton, In sending out each year a list of questions to be an­ swered by members of the class. In order that the results may be duly tab­ ulated and set forth in the university annual. Is said always to include In his list this question: "Are you engaged?" It would seem that one of the mem­ bers was cursed with doubt in this re­ spect, for in the blank spac« given over to the query mentioned be m^de his return as follows: "Do not know. Am waiting letttt," suit* Cioee Quarters. Janitor--This is the vacant sir. Pompous Party--My good fellow, I said apartments, not compartments. 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