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of Washington Square Copyright by The Bobbs-Memtl C': * "KISS MB AGAIN, ANNIB, DOr T%S^Mrt:jmanaged to lift his head. "Don't you fHt," ho mured. "It'» an old wound. I'm fust out of hospital." T,h4% ho dropped again and lay, limp and whits, on the basement floor* Ann cut away his blood-soaked trousers leg. She found that the bleeding came from a gash above the knee, which was only half heeded, and had, obviously, reopened; it was a comparatively simple matter for her to stop the bleeding,'and to dress the wound with towels torn into strips. She routed old Joseph frem the cellar, mi hers, on regaining his safety, he had taken refuge, and the old man and the women managed to carry the timp body of iiw'l rssCuer upstairs to the guest room. When Ann bent over him As found something hauntxngly familiar in his lean face, bearded only sparsely, and well below the cheekbones; As thought As might have seoiI hint in a hospital somewhere. 8he gave him a tablespoonful of whisky and in a moment he opened his eyes and looked at hot. Ss smiled and Wa lips parted. She bent to hear, impersonally, as she had dons so often in the hospitals. "Annie Byrne," the young man murmured, pleased. And then, "Kiss me again, Annie, doT ? « So meet again In New Ye«%. Aim *•*P*h» 8mAV teen each other since the d«y» of a boy-and-girl kiss in Miltoa Center. Ann it now one of "The Cortlandts of Washington Square" and Peter is a machinist with a little shop in Chfcago. It's Civil war times and Peter has just rescued Ann and an old negro servant from the hands of a mob in the New York draft riots. Ann, red-headed and individual, has already been engaged twice. Peter Is too ambitions and hard-working to bother with love. This is the first novel by Janet A. (Mrs. Kellogg) Feirbanb off Chicago, nationally known from her activities in politics, war work and women's affairs. It's already successful and has never before been serialized. New York, in the Fifties and Sixties, is its setting. Those were Civil war times and quite exciting they were. The author has written a story vivid with the spirit of the times. It is from the northern viewpoint, bnt not controversial in spirit. Ann, when a child in Milton Center, weiit skating in her best jacket and fell through the ice. Bat it was no fun skating, said Ann, unless yon skated on thin ice. So that's why Ann, originally an Ugly Duckling, has many adventures and exciting experiences after she grows goodlooking and has social position through her relationship with the Cortlandts. Mrs. Fairbank comes honestly by brains, being the daughter of the late Benjamin F. Ayer, one of Chicago's old-time brilliant lawyers. She has done feature-writing for Chicago newspapers and is the author of a play, "Three Years More/' soon to be produced. In 1911 she was Western Chairman for Women of the Progressive party; joined the Democratic party in 1917 and was a member of the Executive committee of the Democratic National committee. Always deeply interested in Chicago city government, she was, in 1921, chairman of the Women's committee in the successful coalition judicial campaign. She is a member of the National Congressional committee of the Democratic party and vice chairman for Illinois of the Woodrow Wilson Foundation. She is president of the board of directors ot the Chicago Lying-in hospital. During the war she was member of the Women's Executive cc m- •littee, Illinois branch. Council of Defense. She was appointed by Mr. McAdoe a member of the Women's National Liberty Loan committee with headquarters in the Treasury building, Washington. She helped srgastse the women of the country in five loans and during the tima was in all but five states, organising and speaking. ^ cleared path, and Ann's mother stepped lightly oat a poo the firm snow that creaked ander her feet. She leaned forward over her flowing skirts and kissed her daughter daintily; suddenly ber radiant face clouded "My. Ana," she exclaimed, "yon look homelier than ever." And she sighed fretfully as she stood looking at her. Mrs. Allen Intervened. "Minnie Byrne." she began sternly, "where did you get those clothes?" And catching sight of a necklace of 3e»d pearls that hung lustrously in the opening of the sealskin sack, she paused, speechless. •'It's all right,- the newcomer declared breathlessly. "Yon don't know what has happened to ate." Mrs. Allen continued to case at ber with < severity which Ann suddenly realised partly masked a disquieting fright. "Considering that you went to the city to see about Investing the last two thousand dollars yon had in the world,, and have come back here k^'y. \ + CHAPTER I • •>« News.' . A little girl of ten years\was clearlag the snow from a path leading to the Bide door ol s farm-house so small that It barely emerged from its brilliant setting. Its walla, a soiled yellow-white, poked out of tbe drifts with an air of innocent dlsreputabillty, and Its long roof dipped deep Into tbe solid snow. The child did not pause until she reached the gate; then she straightened her slim back experimentally, and breathed deep of the frosty air. With a wide sweep of her mlttened hand she cleared the top rail of its Incumbrance of snow, and swung herself up to perch there. She sat, a fanny, hunched little figure In a tight Jacket, and a full and too short skirt which betrayed to a censorious world extraordinarily knobby long legs. Hhe was a red-haired child, with an eager wedge of a face that took no color from the keen wind off the New York hills; against the pallor of ber cheeks her lips showed brilliantly red, and her eyes gloomed deep and ceremonious above an Impudent nose. On tbe whole, she looked rather a difficult little girl; tbe old gate creaked, protestingly. A lean little boy. whose red stock tap and cap made a brilliant splash tt color in the white landscape, came whistling down the road. The little girl paid no attention to him. and when he reached tbe gate he paused wftb elaborate casualneas to scoop np • fcandf il .of snow. "Mad?" he inquired--"you hadn't to be! Yon wanted me to kiss They are always doing tt In books. X granted to see what It was like." "f *lt wasn't my fault 1 didn't want f "Ob--much." ' ^ "You dont need to, again." • The boy colored resentfully. "A girl with reC hair," he scoffed. Tbere was a pause, while the old gate wriggled in its bed of snow. "Your mother coming home today?" £> "Yep." "You*!! catch It for going through Ike ice." Si "1 expect so. . . , <• 2 bad on By -v '.test jackal." " W*--:--,. 4"The Ice Is always thin over tbe ^4f|>ring. Didn't you know that?" %/?/•' The girl,,laughed. "What d'you think' f*."Mjf was doing there, silly? It's no fun /#," gating where it's thick V ' ,J. The boy looked at ber with reiuc- / < ,'$ant admiration. "You'fe a queer *un." . |je remarked, as be kicked up a cloud 'Tr*"'y.-0t soft white snow. There seemed to ft'fce nothing to detain him, yet be Unit gered. and turned, on a sudden lm- ^ ^ |>ulse. "Say." be said, "is it true that four mother la going to marry tbe It, • jnlnlster?" | ^ The girl's calm eyes kindled. "Who ||',- pBjrB so?" she demanded. ' "Ma." •• * "Well. Peter--you can tell her that ahe doesn't know nothing--not nothing! That minister--h$'s so ugly-- -and m jr mother!" jMpr Tbe boy hesitated. no longer bnt : went on his u-ay wifb an air of bragof his handful of snow, and now lie flung It He took up his whistle again, and his frosted breath rose in a series of gay clouds above his red cap, while behind him Ann drooped on her gate. She hated tbe sanctimonious minister and his dreary black clothes. She wondered what she might do If her mother decided on this undesirable step, and dimly she perceived that she could do nothing; the fearful Impotence of cblldho.d weighed her down, and ber queer little face clouded. After a while the sound of sleighbells floated across tbe frozen fields to her, and she brightened. They heralded her mother's return from New York city, a good seventy miles away, and she fixed eager eyes on tbe turn in the road; in a moment old General and the cutter rounded the big bare elm which overhung the schoolhouse at the four corners, and Ann leapt from the perch, transfigured by excitement "Ma Is coming 1" she screamed shrilly over her shoulder. "Ma la coming 1" Tbe house door opened a spare woman appeared. "Ma's here, Mrs. Allen--look!" Mrs. Allen emerged and came down nn's path, wrapped like a mummy In a dull-colored shawL "It la high time she .came," she said. And she'll be cold--driving all the way over from Whartley township on a day like this." Ann silently reviewed the past fortnight, Mid gloomily reflected that if cold her mother would probably be cross. The little girt shot a soft glance at her companion, Ingratlation in every line of her; she hoped an account of her misdeeds would not immediately be offered--It was extraordinary how many things could go wrong in two weeks--but she bad small expectation of anything so desirable happening. And then, suddenly, she realised that the woman in tbe approaching blelgh had something foreign about her. Her pretty face, with Its cheeks whipped a bright red by the cold wind, was the same, but there was a sort of flowing opulence in ber appointments which made her seem alien. Ann thought that her mother bad never looked so beautiful; her pale hair shone richly gold against ' a coat of black fur. Before she cohld spring to meet her, Mrs. Allen 'grasped her shoulder so bard that It hurt; as Inn wriggled free sbe caught an aghast murmur. , "My land--a sealskin sack!" Suddenly affection for the pretty creature In the sleigh overcame Ann, and she plunged* eagerly out Into the deep snow of the road, calling, unexpectedly to herself: "Ma! You'd never marry that old minister! 8ay, ma--would you?" Her mother laughed, a gay thrill that brought two dimples Into play, and showed a flash of white teeth*. nxnteu. one to find It that was the "What did ha think of yon. no free as that?" Mrs. Cortlandt dimpled sweetly. "Well, he thought I was pretty," she said daringly. "And after he had thanked me. he walked on with me, and asked me my name, and If my husband were In New York, and I told him that Michael was dead, and ttien he took me back to the St Nicholas hotel. He stayed to- tali with roe for a while. In the parlor. . . . When he went away he asked me to go driving wlrh him the next afternoon, and almost every day after that he took me somewhere, and ten days later we were married!" "It will be a change for yon, Minnie-- and for Ann." Suddenly Mrs. Cortlandt's ronnd blue eyes filled with miserable tears. "That Is the worst of It!" she declared. "He doesn't know^about'-Ann." "What do yon mean--be doesn't know?" "Well. I didn't happen to mention her at first--and after--when 1 saw he fancied me--I thought I wouldn't tell him just then, and It was always like that . . . . I was afraid," she ended in a miserable whisper, .... "And what do you Intend to do HOW?" • • "I shall take Ann back with me. and he'll see her. . . . He'll have to. . . . We are sailing for Europe next week." Ann leaped to her feet, transfigured, bnt her mother looked at her resentfully. "Don't jump about Ann," she said Impatiently, and added, turning to Mra. Allea; "if only she were pretty I" And so It happened that the duoking of Ann's best coat In the mill-pond became an unimportant event and it jvas not necessary for ber to explain to an uncomprehending parent the ailnrement of skimming lightly o*er th,n ice- ' * •'* CHAPTER "Yau Look Homelier Than Ever,* ail tricked out like this--I should say that yon bad lost your wits, Minnie Byrne." "Well, 1 ha v e n t . . . I * v e s p q n t a good part of the two thousand. though." "1 thought as much," Mrs. Alien observed. "And that Isn't alt," the newcomer hurried on; Tve done something worse than that . . . I've been married I" This declaration waa received In startled silence. Ann, strangled with an emotion that was half terror and half affection, yet somehow wholly protective, clung to her mother's nervous hand, while Mra. Allen stared at her, white-faced. Feeling the disapproval of her audience, tbe bride flung np a spirited head "Yon are all ready to blame me, aren't you?" sbe demanded. "Well--yon wait until yon bear whom I've married." "1 hope you have married someone who can care for you, Minnie, in a worldly way. as well as spiritually." "I've married Hudson Cortlandt." she said, and laughed. Even Ann knew this waa a name to conjure with, and stared wide-eyed at her mother. Mrs. Allen leaped at a possible explanation. "Someone has been imposing on you I" she cried. "No, It Is true. . . . Why shouldn't be marry me?"' They went Into the farra-honse kitchen, frigid in spite of the tropical heat of the wood fire that leaped In the stove, and the' cross-examination continued. "How did you get to know him?" Mra. Cortlandt blushed. "Well," she said, "the first afternoon 1 was in New York I was walking in Onion square. Transplanted. The delight of her first ride IS a train speedily crowded the sorrow of parting from Ann's, mind. She sat straight and tautthe tiard seat beside her mother, her lips compressed, her eyes blazing. Mrs. Cortlandt left her alone, except that now and then stw tried the effect of poking ber unfortunate bair this way or that or twitched her clothes In a fretful effort to change the look of the child's eager, staring face. To Ann, used only to the tranquillity of a sleepy village, the confusion at the terminal was amazing. The haste with which people left the car gave her a sense of calamity, the keener because It was unexplained. A ferry-boat! Occasional copies of Harper's illustrated Weekly had reached Milton Center, and Ann was prepared for the extraordinary look of these maritime monsters, but no wood cut could have prepared her for the sickening and delightful feeling of uncertainty under her feet. She seized her mother's arm appeallngly. In an ecstasy of excitement, and the pallid lady said absently. "Yes--horrid, lan't It?" Ann abandoned her and wo^aed through the gronp of people at, the bow. Ahead of them the shore sloped swiftly back from the water-fro-it; and In the foreground the high steeple of a church shepherded a huddled collection of buildings. Ann had never known that a city could be like that-- miles of It overwhelming and In trigulng. Suddenly the portentous ferry-house swallowed them up. Ann shrank back from the Jarring grind of the landing, convinced that no mere boat could stand such treatment 1 The crowd swelled forward, and her mother reclaimed her refiuklngly. Outside the ferry-house they pnnsed, aghast. Not wishing to break the news of Ann's existence to her husband on the ferrydoc^. Mrs. Cortlandt had not notified htm of the hour of her r rival, and for all her fashions!.le clothes, ahe was almost as dazed by the city's con fusion as Ann. who frankly gaped, snd adored It The Knickerbocker stage waa waltcaami bamwar oiat Mrs. Hudaon frightened. 41 'teogth, |j|^"itarted. with a Jingling of tri^ ijhd a plunging of barna that mad* th* people on the street turn to watefc them glide past. AM presrM her face to the window, now and then impatiently wiping away the cloud of ber breath on the glass. Everything she saw enchanted her; even the bare allantus trees seemed a better thing, in their novelty, than Jhe towering elms she had known. Washington square was ber mother's destination, for here, on the fringe of the town, the Cortlandts and a few other lending families had recently built themselves new houses. The place was Inclosed with a high iron fence, which gave the little park an air of gentility. Ann looked with darkening eyes at tSe ample, dlgnifltsd houses, rose "pink against the snow. "Does my new fatlTer live here?" she demanded. A lonely feeling made her voire break. Suddenly sbe real-" ized for tbe first time the threat of a strange relationship. Her mother nodded. "His brother do«>s," she said, "Mr. Hendricks Cortlandt Your--my--Mr. Hudson Cortlandt lives with him." It was the largest of tbe houses that sbe timidly approached, and. «IU>glng tremulously to Ann. summoned cojjrage to climb tbe wide steps, and pull a silver bell handle mysteriously set beside the glass door. A t>Iack man came to admit them, and Ann looked at him gapingiy, unable, In ber surprise, to return his gleaming smile. He was thfe first negro she bad aet a. Mrs. Cortlandt paused. "Is Mr. Hendricks Cortlandt at home?" she asked and her voice trembled. "Yas'm. Be Is In de library" With dexterous turn, the man shut tit front door behind them, and opened one on the right-band side of the wide hail. Ann bad a quick Impression of lofty room, all lined with books-- she bad never dreamed that there could be so many--and of the late afternoon sun coming through the windows In long yellow streaks so that fire under a narrow marble mantel glowed red. Then she saw a tall, oldish man rise from his chair and come forward. Immediately she liked him, in spfte of her breathless nervousness. Well, my dear," Ann heard him say, "back again?" And then his eyes fell on her. He looked at her in kindly perplexity. "And who la this young lady?" he asked. The little girl glanced expectantly at her mother, but no sound came from her white Hps, so she said, as cheerfully as she could: "I am Ann, and, catching no gleam of Intelligence in his attentive eyes, she added, "Ann Byrne, yon know." Mr. Cortlandt continued to look at ber blankly. Slowly a realization of who she might be dawned on him, and he turned bis steady gaze on his sister-in-law, as she trembled before blm. jjj?. "Your child?" be inquired coldly. Mrs, Cortlandt sank Into a chair; she was manifestly struggling' with tears. "Yes," she admitted briefly. "A child! B^t brother said yon had no family. , , . Does be know, madam?" As her motlrtfr" "was now frankly crying, Ann took up the burden of their sorry tale. "She didn't tell him," she confided. "I am a surprise, Mid tt is too bad I am not pretty." The head of tbe house of Cortlandt straightened up scornfully. "Ah." he said, "I see." There was an uncomfortable alienee In the library: tt was broken by Ann, who volunteered cheerfully. "8be has to tell my new father, now, all about me.' Mra. Cortlandt looked np to nod a miserable assent to this announcement "It might have been--less embar- *X*X*X*X*X*X<frX*X+X+X*Z*X*X*Z*X4>X*X+X+X4X*Z*X*X«X«X+Z* Woman's Doll Babies Famous Ruaalan Artist Creates Caricature Toya That Have Achieved Ret, r jagrkabte Popularity, , ^Vi,; ySL;:': jpurt relief. Be had made a hard ball Where are the dolls of yesterday? Relegated to Umbo pith turkey-trot, the fourteen points, the custard-pie movie and a host of other things that could not stand tbe paee of our cubistlc age. The first threat to the existence of tbe old-fashioned doll came when Bose O'Neill Introduced the kewple. Then arrived an army ot rnwre realistic dolls In imitation of the characters »n various nursery tales, and in the last few ye«r* the v<«ue uf *** doll has NeB steadily advancing. It la no longer a mere toy, but the product of artistic conception and fine craftsmanship. One of tbe most important figures In this new development is Mine. Marie Vassllieft. a ttuaelan painter, who lives In the Paris Latin quarter. She has devoted bei^ self to the creation of both caricature and character portrait dolls. Sotne years ago Marie Vassllieff was giving lesson* in drawing to s tittle girl »n Moscow. The child bad many dolls of the old style which were not pretty. Mine. Vassllieff, as s sort oi game made one with her own hands to suit the child. The artist found It to her own ta*te as welt as that of She then made other* and an effigy of the Ruaalan painter Tat lis. Formerly one sat for miniatures, large oil portraits or cold marble busts; now one leaves to posterity doll made by an artist who la both painter and sculptor. As tha creator of these new dolls says: "My poupees are not children's playthings; they rather represent us after we have been the playthlmca of life." While many artists have been making dolls of various sorts for grown up folk, none of them has approached Marie Vasilleff as the caricaturist She works in a great v»rlety of mat* rials, always trying to suit the texture to the personality. Her dolls always can be recognized; they are not to he mistaken among hundreds ot others.-- Arthur Moss In Arts and Oecoration. rf tbe roopa, iritb long dete£MMj|lM|t to snnunan the man in tli£ "TeH Mr. Hflwr bis wife is he directed. Mr. Cortlandt turned to Attn. "We have only just finished supper,1* be said. "Suppose you and I go attd ape If there Is any left" Tbe - tfwl glanced irresolutely at ber mother. Ann wanted to stay with her, but suddenly she realized that ahe waa deva8tatingiy hungry. Her mother caught ber eye, , Go with blm. Ann, fat mater sakes!" she urged Irritably. Mr. Cortlandt laughed, for some unexplained. grown-up reason, and led her away through fol'&ng-doora Into what Seemed, indubitably, fairyland. Her first Impressionof a g»iit glare of light; It was ilkfe noonday to the big empty room, and she bllBkdd. he-Aildered. Directly Under adf overpowering brass chandelier was a sqnare table covered with a cloth so white that it glistened like snow; this, then, was the dining-room. In Mifton Center one sewed, read, and sometimes slept In such an apartment but this one seemed scared to the business of dining. She looked about ber with avid curiosity. What is It?" Ann demanded breathlessly, pointing to the fixture from whence the glory sprang, "The chandelier?" Mr. Cortlandt Inquired. bewildered in bis turn. No. the light It halt candle*--It Isn't paraffin. It--" "Oh, that! . . . I t Is gas.* "Oh V She recalled weary hours filling lamps. ' "Do you prat it In like olir No. . , *. ril tell you about It, but first wa must have supper. Are you hungry?" Ann gasped. It Waa extraordinary, but the enormous appetite which had ravaged ber but a moment before was gone. "I--dont know," sbe confessed. Mr. Cortlandt drew a chair out for her and, pulling a bell cord, he summoned the black man and told him to bring food. "You didn't have gas In--er--Milton Center?" he suggested. Ann shook her head; her eyes were swimming with tears, and met Mr. Cortlandt's miserably. Suddenly he pulled hla chair closer to bera. and began to talk, to her, rap- Idly and continuously: at 0rst she was so occupied in fighting down her Inconvenient emotion that she paid little attention, but presently she understood that be was, with extraordinary kindness, telling her all about gas. She began to listen attentively. She forgot all about the delicious things she was eating as tbe tale ran on; sbe wai more Interested than she had ever been before In all ber life. After that they began tp talk of Milton Center, and ahe spoke of Mra. Allen casually. "You lived with her?" Mr. Cortland t leaned forward. "Yes. . i . lan't your brother a Christian?" Mr. Cortlandt sat back suddenly. "I hope so," he said. "Why do you ask?" "Well, Mrs. Allen took ma and me to live with her because she waa a Christian." Ann explained. "Sbe often said so. . . , Sbe said she hoped aha waa laying up treasures in heaven. And I hope BO. too." "Your mother had no mone# at all?" "Oh, yes, ma bad two thousand dollars. That la a great amount of money. Mrs. Allen always said It was a sacred trust--that was when nA wanted to spend It you see." "lea, I see. And what did yw de In Milton Center, Miss Ann?9 "I went to schooL 1 don't like my teacher--not much. And of courxe I did chorea--feeding the chickens, an' helping get supper, an' washing upt" This was dear and familiar ground, dtgdMWfJMIiBS "of or said Mrs. "and was naifl always lnh swat all" I had hearliurn I cotflMf iMjrdly stand It, and go nervous I could Hkroly do niy Iftua* work. <_ "Beading what Tanlac had done for others, I decided to try It, and by the time I flnlflfapi' the first bottle I was feeling so much better that I bought two Jnore. Impi I had Anished the third totter was feOUnc ftpe and had actuary gm&ed aftfftaa podhds. Tanlac Is all that is claimed for It" Tanlac Is for sale by all good drugt gist* Take no substitute.--A0.v<*tiS** meas*?" :^ ^ '• . t • ' j '• 's . Tempera r£ Relief/ j « The grand promoter had him nered and was eying him solemnly, "Listen, my friend." . "Uh?" "Why dont yon provide something for a rainy day?" The prospect, with a feeble attempt at haul or, responded: "I have $6 saved up for an umbrella." Temporary relief," thundered ths grand promoter. "That would buy Uy> 000 Shares of my mln&g stock." RHEUMATISM LEAVES YOU FOREVER Every druggist In this county Is an> thorized to say to every rheumatic sufferer that if a full pint bottle of Allen* rhu, the sure conqueror of rheumatism, does not show the way to stop the agony, reduce swollen Joints and do away with even the slightest twing^ of rheumatic pain, he will gladly return your money without comment. Allenrhu has been tried and tested for years, and really marvelous results' have been accomplished in the mog severe cases where the suffering and agony was Intense and piteous and where the patient was helpless. Mr. James H. Allen, the discoverer of Allenrhu, who for many years suffered the torments of acute rheumatism, desires all sufferers to know that he does not want a cent of anyone's money unless Allenrhu decisively con* qoers this worst of all diseases, and he has Instructed druggists to gnaraatM It as above In every instance. Mail orders filled by BUCK & RATHER DMJG STORES CHICAGO, OJL : \ ^ i» ..Ul J, Z'- Difficult to Pleaae. He had walked himself tired, looking for a house. At last he found an agent who had one at £52 a year--t* let. He looked It over, but was disappointed. So he returned to the agent. "No good; it's too damp. Toadstools in the kitchen and mildew on the di»- ving- room walls." "Well," said the indignant agent. •what of it? What do you expect for a pound a week? Orchids?" • 'X "CASCARETS" FOR UVER _ AMD BOWELS--10C A BOS Cures Biliousness, Constipation, Sick Headachejndlgestion. Drug stores. Adv. More people turn up at the barbecue than are expected and never as delegates to tbe convention. D on m her pupil. placed them, on exhibition. Three of ,h# first dolls are in tbe collection of "No, Ann, never!" fihe called back, I tbe Moro*o» Museum of Decorative withdrawing her band from a tiny muff she carried, In order to wave It gayly. V* cutter Art "at Moscow. A little later Mine. Vassllieff organised an exhibition of modern art at Moscow. Her first portrrit doU made ita appearaace there. Scrubbing Money^ „ ' Unci* Sam saves thousiukbi every year by washing dirty green backs and re-Issuing them. The process Is very simple. The bills are washed with soap, scrubbed, rinsed in cold water, and Ironed. The actual washing }« done by a mechanical contrivance consisting of sets of rollers.. In the first place the dirty bills are placed in a series of copper rollers which revolve in a special kind of snap. The continual rolling backwards and forwards makes the paper clean. The hills are then put between rollers running in clean water. In the last process the damp bills are placed In a set of heated rollers, which do the Ironing and turn ouj th? blik| "starched ,.m£ She Blinked, Bewildered^ rassing, if you had done He was insane about you.1 "I waa afraid." I see. We shall have to tell him. however. Ia this the only one, madam?" "Oh. yes," Mrs. Cortlandt said. In Shocked surprise, "of course, If there had been more 1 should have told him!" "Let me look at you, young lady." He put a gentle band under Ann's sharp chin, and turned ber face toward itim. "She has never looked like me," her mother mourned. "She la like her father, in every way." "This makes the man Important. What was your first husband?" ••He ran "a newspaper--Just a country one. He always expected to do better, but then he died." Ann wriggled away from the stranger's improprietory touch. *"My father was Irish," she volunteered, "and be was very CORNS Does anyone deeply regret spending and Jin chatted pleasantly on. Her money that really gave him a good heart warmed toward Mr. Cortlandt In time? reward for his kindly Interest; and » . ^ sbe , oured out unstlntlngly the simple story of her life anW her mother's. It was a good half-hour before sbe thought of returning to the library. As Mr. Cortlandt slid back the folding- door, the sound of a man's volcei. harsh snd angry, burst In on them. "My new father?" Ann demanded. frowning. Her friend nodded, and she peered into the room under his arm. A tal) man waa striding furiously about. It Isn't that 1 resent the child," he waa storming. "It Is the deceit I cannot forgive. The child, of course. Is responsibility--1 am not a man to shirk that--but I hate deceit 1" He turned, as his brother opened the door. Do you know what she has- doner* he demanded. Mr. Hendricks Cortlandt nodded. and held Ann back, as sbe would have pushed indignantly past him. "There's only one, you know, Hudson," ha said pacifically. "Them might Just as well have been six.' _ His brother paused, arrest«t "Six?" he repeated. The word had the force of an explosion. The older man laughed, and Ann pondered why. "Of coarse," he said. •St.,would have made no difference had ther* been, since tt ts tbe deceit that you resent and not tb* chll dren." "Minnie," her husband roared at her, frantic appeal In his voice, "s*a there others?" The bride was so ove*»- come by bis violence that she merely shook ber head speechlessly, but Ann flung off her friend's restraining hand and burst Into the room. She confronted ber stepfather fiercely; ber bands were clenched Into little fists. "Don't you dare speak to my mother tike that 1" she said. Hudson Cortlandt glared at her, eye to eye; then he swung away, and appealed to the world at large. 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