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After all, he and I have heen everything to each other for all those weeks, and, I made a take In thinking that you could ever be anything to me again. I sup- poge it was my vanity—perhaps your title, You see, we Americans are always dazzled by Utles. Please forgive me if I heave deappointed you. Fortunately, not a soul seems to know that I ibave been staying at Belden, so there will bo no scandal. “Talking about scandal, 1 fear there would have Deen a tremen- dous scandal had yéu married me, ‘because. after all, the whole world to whom I rightiy ‘belong. “Goodbye, Cecil, I am sure you will soon find some girl whom you can love, and who will make you hapny. ® and make you an ideal count- Prince Cafe Wallace Street we are prepared at all times to serve. Hot]Meals, Lunches of All Kinds Pure wholesome foode prop- erly prepared and served have won for us a very liberal pat- ronage. ICE CREAM, and ¢ ES ¥OFT DRINKS GARS, always in stock. Phone orders promptly OTST at- tended to. 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Uniless—unless it was true} that she had discovered that Knapp was her mate He put the other letter in his pock- et and set out over the moors. fet utterly broken and bewilder But, though he read and re-read hie letter, he could only cinelude that she knew her own mind. had acted with convict'on. After all, she knew which she loved best, knew which of them was really anything ¢o her! At last he opened Briant's letter, “My dear .boy: “Molly has begged me to take her away, because she realizes that ehe ean never marry you. I know she's writing you, but I thought I ought to let you have a word, too, I want- ed her to speak to you ibefore she went, but she said you'd never let her go if I did, and, I daresay she’s right. “She says that she's never been at all herself since she left the ‘slan She'd been happy enough up till then, radjantly happy, but when you came along. and she jump- ed to the conclusion it was you she wanted. From that moment George seemed to tbe nothing at ail to har, and she wanted to ee: all that had hapepned between t “But she tells me that itt was just a sudden fancy, a sort of madness. It is George that she réally loves— George, who was everything in the world to her for all those weeks. I'm putting It so plainly because I'm afrald she won't care to «peak sut, herself. When she was telling me all abont it, Just now, she tried to make out that she felt she ought to marry George because that was the right thing to do, whereas the plain truth is that she feels that she really belongs to George, body and soul. In short, when she tried to go back to you, she found it wasn't possible, ‘And so l offered to take her right away. Yes, that was my doing. She felt she ought to go away. she couldn't bear to stay. “I think there fs nothing more to be said. Whether she'll marry George Knapp, after all, I can't say. AM she will admit is that he's the only man she ought to marry. me, I am awfully sorry Mis- | it | poor Molly" 8 island, some day, she ay very dear friend. “Ss 7 “Bellove for you. But, after all, we can't help these things, Yours very faithfully, John D. Briant."” Cecil groaned. lt was a (bitter awakening. And he didn't blame Molly. After all, she had striven to be loyal. Agein and again the read those two letters. solutely sincere. Every word in M4lly"a letter unquestionably, exactly what she honestly felt He wondered what, exactly, George Knapp meant to Molly. Evidently something very dear and Intimate. It was a painful realization, but there Was no sense in not facie it, Yes, she and George Knapp srown very dear to one That was chvious. And then, when he himself had come along, she had ‘been dazzled, just for: a moment. That was natural, too. It was the fam‘lar case of an old love coming back to life, starting up in a last grand flame and then falling n ashes forever, Both seemed ab- be thoroughly convinced—and, goat he did feel so—and that was t Molly waz not acting from any eo of self-sacrifice—on that hid- eous principle which his mother had propounded, of her being unfit to be the wife of a Belden, because her reputation had been torn 4o rags. No, he couldn't have borne that. Rather than that, he would renounce his title and leare forever his be- loved moors. thet that was not Molly had grown to care for George app more than she had actually realged.. And now, when they were separate@° at last it had come for- etbly home to her that he was the one man she wanted, Hterally hone of ar bone, flesh of her flesh. mr i felt no animosity towards Molly, per- eonally, and so he resolved to bear wit ‘ers “Of course, I don't-know an nything sbout the matter,” she sald, “‘but one cannot help wondering where fhat Mr. Knapp has got to. r girl! “There's no doubt she’s eating out her heart gor him' It's too bad poor girl would never get another chance, after all they went through together. Oh, he eomply must marry the poor thing! Why, even ff she were to fall in love with another man, and he married her, she would never have a moment's peace or hap- piness. The tongue of scandal would bo always finding her out.” “George Knapp will arry her, all right,” sald (Ceell. “Hell be only too eager. 89 don't you worry test ray about Molly. You get off Tae ‘tolle peor Regi Stella con- trived that s d Cecil should set out for a walk. ove the moors at the same moment. And again, and is convinced that George is the man | again she guided the conversation to ‘the sudden departure of the Brian a * nt you to tell me all about ecil,”’ at last. “Oh, how I'd love to visit ft! Lt must be wonderful, to live on en island, all alone—at least, with just one other, s0me very, o it mus,t Indeed,’ said Cecil, nese’ he was thinking of himself nd Molly. . “Poor lttle Molly Briant!"’ said of Stella, with a perfect simulation of compassion. “To, think of the won- drous, happy hours she spent on that lovely island!! God could never be gs) cruel as to snatch away her hap- piness now. No! Whatever hap- pens, that Mr. Knapp must marry er. Oh, he could nol be so cruel na to desert her now!"" Cecil turned away, and gnawed at his lip. He felt certain that Stella was doing it all in innocence. But how it goaded hin! Night after night as he lay awake he would feel impelled to set out in search of Molly once again, but in- variably, the cold light of the morn- ing brought him up sharp. Was he not definitely assured that to seek her out again would only pain poor Molly, since George was the man of her cho!ce? As for himself, he must simply bite on the bullet and try to forget her, orget! The very one of for- getting Molly was farcica The sunbeam might es well try = forget the stn that Bave’ it eing. He knew that he could . never forget Molly. And yet he loved dearly that he could stand aside and let her go to the man she really loved, the one man who could make her happy, who could give her back again that sense of wondrous hap- piness which she had experienced on the island, and which she had hinted at in her letter. But, how ‘bitter, how cruel, to think that jt was another man and not him zelf who could rouse tk her that ec- static pend dc nae Yes, no dowbt she was right, in that honest little letter of hers, She had ‘been dazzled by the title, and had only imagined herself to be In love with him. Poor Httle Moly! Well, he wasn't going to blame her. He only wanted her happiness. Yes, and he'd try to think well ot George Knapp, too. Poor beggar ‘How green the poor Knapp bad looked when he turned up on the Island! What a blue funk the fellow had been In! And then, to run off with her in the sea-plane! What a prim- lilve, swach-buckling Idea chat was! During the following fortnight Lady Belden gave Lady Cleave every opportunity to be with Cecil, and certainly Stella, who was so clever ,as abe was alluring, quickly succeed- Of one thing only did he wish to|— went to bed, ao he! ecided that he would” show her My you da ‘bellove that you{ ry toae asd. Sompetn ae ed in winnimg Cecil's trust and con- fldence. And while she sympath- ‘zed so charmingly, she gar all her cunning th ensure his mind should always be left with the im- | pression that Molly was not for hint. They had just finished lunch one day when she said: “Oh, rady Belden, I forgot to tell you. I hea rom a friend at Nice this warntie, She tells me she has met Mally several times, and she actually Introduced her to her George! She says they are so sweet ou one another, and they were ar- ranging to get married before the month was out."’ “Really!"' erled Lady Belden, with an anxious glance across at Cecil. é ‘said itiery. Cec] did not speak. His mothe however, that Pj Yr “Come along, Cecil," cried Stelle. “It's tennis this afternoon.” As she and Cecil walked up to the apper lawn she sald: “It makes me so happy to think that poor Molly is going to be happy after ali,’ “Yes, I iike to think that Molly is going to ne happy.” Ceell forced himself to sa “Yon poor Ona dear!" said Stella in a caressing sympathetic voice. And she slipped her hand through his arm, and gave It a little squeeze. “You poor darling! I'd give any- thing to be able to help you to for- get! Still, little Molly was one i a million. I’m not ‘surprised that you felt 80 completely gone on her.” One morning a few later Lady Belden took Cecil aside and eo him that she was eens to ost anxious about Stel “Why, what about Stellar asked “Well boy, I don’t like ‘telling you,” she began. .‘“It’s Uke betray- ing her confidence. But, well, the fact is, poor Stella has ‘been due at Lady Glenton's place in Suffolk for more than a ven now, and she al- ways puts ft o “What on Pr for?" sald Cecil, bluntly. “Tt's you—you foolish boy!" said as mother. i iad MA can tell you, t makes me most uneasy." Cecl!] shook his head wearlly, “Isn't there anything In all the world ‘but this falling-in-fove busi- ness?" he groaned, “Besides, you must be mother. Stella would never fall in love with me. She turned me down once.” Lady Belden sighed. “Yes, the poor child doesn't for- get that. She says that she quickly realized that she had dropped the substance for the shadow. Yes, my ear, she tells me that she never once ceased to think of you. Poor g-ri! Well, she's pald for {t in bit- ter tears, Many a time since. And now she éays she can hardly expect you to think of her, to forgive her, forget, and go back to those dear days of foiir years ago.'’ Again she ghed. “Sometimes, my dear boy, 1 veel I'd give anything to see you wage br to Stella, = mother—dén' t!" he protest- ed. “L can't bear it!" And he went off for a walk by himzelf. Nevertheless the seed had wbean sown, Cecil felt sarees Be vccrins ihoredibly se, and it ething to have Stella always esaat, “always go| Sttiving to make him appier Ways so sympathetic about Niinesle and Molly. Still, of one thing he wes certain, he would never marry. Were it otherwise, he believed that Stella would fulfil the conditions fairly well. Apparently, it was one of the conditions that the heir of Belden should marry money, and certainly Stella had plenty, ‘ she was \frightfully pretty, smart, clever, accomplished, and she could be ever so charming. And yes, he must admit that she certainly seem- ed to be genuinely fond of him. Oh yea, Stella would do all right—if he wanted to marry at all! The truth was that Cecil was grateful for anything that might di- vert his thoughts. There being no other yoachtat society, and craving companionship—if only in order to escape from his gloomy thoughts— he had been glad to make cara his constant companion, tennis, or on the links, striding over t cr else out o motoring. — One day, indeed, Stella had laughingly declared that Belden was their Atlantic island. since they two seemed almost all the time alone together. But there had been no answering gleam in Cecil's eyes. Stella was a dear, he told himeelf, and he didn’t know what he would do without her, but ft was simply a matter of companionship. He felt get a scrap of love for her. sagas, e knew he would never love. Molly had all his love, and 4 Tepad Pleased him to hear fron Stella that Molly was out and about So, she had quite got over that nasty jlIneas. That: was com- forting, though it was not particu- larly gratifying to realize that it was George Knapp who hed succeed- ed in pulling her round. Then, one morning after break- . his mother asked him to come to her study. I worry began. “But I am liter- ally at my wit's end to know what to do tor money. I ought to have you, mtold you before, only I'knew how worried - you were ‘She reminded him how ‘that the r from the estate. were de- creasing considerably every vear and that most of thelr capital, which was invested in Scottish engineering firms, was barely paying a dividend, and then she showed ais a sheet of parse, on pice was a lengthy list unpaid accounts. * See, here's ‘3 letter m r lawyers," sabe sald. ‘Mr Sellar sug- ettate. He says it Is the ‘only way Pen “Sell Belden!"’ protested Gee!l, tbat mother, we could never do Sah ee, sighed, y come to that,” she “StH, i aera all, gto the} | a am obse: . he : pan at his lip as he got up som b 4} Stella came to the Feeses, me the money. “You’ ve borruwea trom Stella?" “Yes, and she lent mé nearly @ poneeed more,” confessed Lady Beld ' Cecil paced-up and down the room in great agitation. “Goo eavens, mother! What's to be done?’ he demanded. “I'd rather anything hove happened than this! Why should Stella lend us money? Pa turned and Icoked at his moth- He still could scarcely. credit what he . = heard. t know my difficulties,” s mall the ‘time you were away In America I waa st with this money problem. was Stella, with so much money she didn't know what to do with it, and simply begging me to let her make me a loan,"” “Yes, but mother, dear,” cbjected Cecil, “how could you possibly hope to pay her back?" “TY was confident that you would be making a, Wealthy marriage any week. At least-I did it for the best.” “Mother, I'm eorry!"’ cried Cecil. “T'm a thoughtless trate. But I was too bewildered with my own affairs to think of your difficulties Lady Belden e@ank into ‘a chair, and hid her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with her ts other! don’t c tb you to cry!” cried Geri, bending over her. “Mother, what can I do to help? Oh, if only there was some- thing I could do she eaid. “You can do nothing. I’m afraid, Cecil, you're nothing but a broken reed, a Belden in name only,” she added bitterly, “You're right. mother!” he groan- . “But surely there’s somathing I could do? Let me do sowething— for heaven's sake! “Well then, if you really mean It,1 why don’t you gd Stella?" she flashed, not looking u Cecil started, back, his jaw slowly dropping in utter amazement. “And yet" he said thoughtfully, “that would put everything riglit.” “With Stella's money, Belden would be truly Belden once more,’ she urged. “Oh Cecil, if only you eruld fa¢e the responsibilities of life! You wouldn't be the first to have accepted money with his wife." Cecll groaned and shook his head. “It’s not that, mother,” he eaid, “But, to be honest, I still can’t for- get Molly.” : Lady Belden thoughtfully. “Why should you. forget Melly? t's never a crime to have kind thoughts of someone in the past. Do shook ther head love “Mother!” gasped Cec:!, “Far from it!" she said. “Life a lke that. Now dear, what is . ? You know yon can't marr Molly. And certainly Stella cue you, and, what Is greatly to the point, she can provide just the one thing needed to put everything right." Cecil stood In deep thought ors time. At Inst he turned = to mother AT ‘rh hi, mother, I'll ask Stella hia very hight," he said. “It seems to be the only way out. “Exactly!” she said' eagerly. “God bless you, boy, for coming to my help. tte laughed bitterly. “What pitiable creatures wa hu- mans are!"" he groan “When have to go to Stella for money—tt will be just h/t pend Belden flung her arms round -_ z . eck. “My darling boy!" she erled. “My dear one! w can I ever repay you for this unselfish act Gently but firmly Cooll released himself from his. mother's clinging arms, and hurried out and down the drive and went racing off over nis beloved moors. No, he could not pessibly ask Stella tonight. It must wait until dala Oh God! what an ordeal No sooner hed Cecil @tarted out than Stella .appeared. It was cb- vious that she was Cisappointed that he hati gone without her. Lady Belden had seen her throngh the French window and hurried eagerly out to her. That a shame!’ she cried. “Perhaps you: could overtake him.” “T doubt it,” erid Stella. “And there was something I especially wanted to say." “There Is sometring he wants to say to you,” sald Lady Belde Stella shot a aulek glance at her. “You mean—!* she cried. “Oh, Lady Belden!" “I told you, becaase,- well, you peg help him to get it out, my nites" erled Stella triumphantly. “Is be really going to propose? “He’ over the ci get his courage up, I eup- There shé ee stella was biting ber lip. ould be no question but that badly wanted Cecil Belden -Lady Belden gave her an affect- fonate kiss. “My Savion: my dear, is to call the dogs and set off over the moors ei only, mind you go down the paddock. He went the otter Ww “y understand! And he'll come ‘by the paddock,” cried Stella, “her eyes dant’ “:¥es, you'll meet him on the moors he loves eo well. The wind over the heather Phen have ecothed him a “and, well He T'll leave the ; to t that Stella ‘set out upon her} ea. by nd Waa a e ie had better get straight do you sper I married the man I g It. . And, -he‘d a hon replied. m ¥ of Belden and these wonderful moors?” Stella nodded and did her best -to hold his eyes = her large, dark, rather arresting she cried. “ here abways!" ® had ate’ him his opportun- ity. ‘and Ceril t St cee pe would like to live up here always?" “[ don't know what you. mean, pigi Ada as sald clowly. ell-—_er—how'd “pak “Belden? e Said. Oh Cecti," ra love {2!" Cecil did not move, bid did not even take her hand. used to act a part. If he was wcing to do ‘this gh at least he would be honest w I'd love to Live you you Hike to he ne To as my—wife she cried. it do ydu really mean it?" cried Stella excitedly. Cecil nouded his head. “Let me be quite frank, Stella," he sald. “I'm not pretending that I'm passionately In love with youn. I'm fond of you, all right, and if you bre take me iike that, we and ood." so Btolia looked at hyn for a moment or two In silence. She told herself that she couldn't expect more, wot as yet. But that old affair of his would fade, and that her time would come “Oh Cecil! I shall love it!” she erled, “Cecil—dear!"’ nd she —— out her hand toward him a rush of cg gratitude to ao got him at las Cecil took her Baad and held It or @ moment. And then, wisely, she withdrew it. @ Come a Late go she cried, jump- hg up. “Let’s go back and tell your mcther. Oh Cecil! You can't Cec) amiled sadly. “y ore do my best to make you happy," he promised. “Yes, mother will Se bucked about t. he’s frightfully fond of you, Stella.” And cuss the matter of money, end come to some satisfactory arrangement, without his having the painful nec- essity cd be aha Stella on the mat- ter him oo XXI Molly Thinks Things Out It. was more ,by accident then de- sign that John’D. Briant and Molly arrived at Porto Venere onthe Riviera d} Levante. It’ was possi- bly more by .aecident than dintes that the quite small hotel at which they stayed should own a beautiful sea, with barely a fifty yards across the — - Palmaria. rT. Briant was far from about Molly. It was true ahad eek was making progress, but, what, be done with her? Ought he to rush her back home to ? But no, he felt that would not be wise. There were ad~ pian about New York, ere that she and Cecil! h to be such close friends, Glee to urge her to go about more, make an effort and enjoy herself? Stull, he had tried : motor pd to Genoa, ain it had not been a success. ft one couldn't enjo ot ina tm be teecie J AB “ite to order. Molly had grompily "aniities him of her true feelings towards George Knapp. She simply wanted to be left alone, wanted Test; she was Weary of everything. y day, Molly wandered old-world gar- Straits, the Surprisingly imes, she would” find thinking that It was rn ‘be alive. And, she nny for that. 6 Sky and the dee bi ‘if stretching bay, per biue of the wide unhappy Yes, it was to g0 ro the Barden pee watch the Gaptecdee Progress o lant ~~ Pag Te me and shrab from The inland “fat across the wafer reminded her ¢f those days with George, Dear old George! Yes, she Was fond m. Indeed, the thought of sturdy, loyal, George was @ great comfort ta “ And ret, she knew that she uld never No, Ceci! had been the for her her life awry? Surely ahe Ba Cecil were made for each ot Tho Tirst few weeks had been: 80 Wonh- derful! And until ‘those rumors had. come, hispering thelr poison, she had been perfectly assured that au Was woll, had never doubted the ne assured that all would come ibd now, well, she was resigned ie er In. this newly found consciousn of quiet happin is feeling that it. Was gaod mers#iy ‘to be alive, to feel the.«oft, loving sunlight, to see the wonderful, leer bay, + t) ten to the ¢ her ES Cecil: “I think Belden, is juat heaven!” |- o “Cecil, | YourCharacter ™ The prettiest of dim ples—or lisp ord ‘Ne'er con compete with the . charm of the eyes Siege | ti your eyes the whites clear | with Foor ger pri a of thelr eventual union. And, even then, when the lies, and whispers £¢ in volume and malice, she had ‘been Lge she é ngs 0 SASiALy and” bewilderment with re-|_ ONE BOX ENDED | . HIS SUFFERINGS Serious Bowel Conditio: eneved by “Frait-a-tives’ '