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THE REAL ADVENTURE By HENRY KITCHELL WEBSTER

Copyright 1916, Bobb*-Mciml Co.

RODNEY ALDRICH HAD NEVER REALLY THOUGHT MUCH OF GETTING MARRIED UNTIL HIS SISTER “PUT THE BUG IN HIS EAR”—THEN HE THOUGHT FIRST OF PRETTY ROSE STANTON

SYNOPSIS.—Boo* Stanton, student at the Culvcraltjr of Chicago, la put off a street ear In the rain after an argument with the conductor. She la accosted by a nice young man who offers to file a complaint with the company and who escort* her to another car like. An hour later, this man. Rodney Aldrich, appeared soaked with rain at the home of his very wealthy married sister. Mrs. Martir. Whitney, to attend a birthday dinner ui his honor. Mr*. Whitney had schemed to make a marriage match between him and Hermlone Woodruff, a divorcee, but the plan falls at the dinner.

CHAPTER II—Contlnusd. te came up to him and, at arm's igth. touched him with cautions iger-tlps. “And do. please, there's a ir boy.” she pleaded, “hurry as fast you can, and then come down and as nice as yon can"—she hesitated 'especially to Hemione Woodruff, e thinks you're a wonder and I i't wanrTser to be disappointed." •The wlddyr he asked. “Sure FU nice to her." She looked after him rather dublousns he disappeared In the direction her husband's bathroom. There was sort of hilarious contentment about which filled her with misgivings. Well, they w. re Justified 1 According to Violet Williamson's aomt, given confidentially In the draw-l-room afterward. It was really Her•'a fault. “She Just wouldn't let odney alone—would keep talking K*ut crimes and Lombroso and ychlatric laboratories—111 bet she'd it hold of a paper of h|a somewhere id read It. Anyway, at last she Id, 'I believe Doctor Randolph would •* with me.' lie was talking to then, bat maybe that Isn't why did Weil, and Rodney atraigbtled up and said. “Is that lisndolph. c allenlstr Yon ace bo hadn't ugbt his name whea they were Inoduecd. And thet's bow It started. Ttnlone wns game—11! admit that. listened and kept looking loter:cd. and every now and then said methlng. Sometimes they'd take the to sml'e and aay ‘Yea. Indeed!' politely, you know, tut other times ry wouldn't pay any attention at all. lull along over her and smash flat—like what's his name—JugCou don't need to tell me that." I Frederics. “All I didn't know how It started. Didn't I alt there watch for a mortal hour, not aide do a thing? I tried to signal to rtln. but of course he wasn't oppoto me. and . . .” He did all he could, really," Violet ared her. T told him to gc to rescue, and he did. bravely. But with Urrmlone being so mlfly getting froxon out. and Martin If being so Interested In what were shouting at each other was frightfully Interestyou know. If you don't have to ^••nd you understood It—why. there much he could do." the light of this disaster, she ratliiT glad the men lingered In Idlnhig-room as long a* they did— thui Hermlone had ordered her ten and took the odd girl with She made uo effort to resist the of the others, with reasonpromptitude. In their train, the front door bad closed Inst time. Murtln released a »e told him to run along she wanted to talk to Rodney, spend the night while his clothes were drying out in the Pryloud night, old chap!" said Martin of lively commiseration. |glad I'm not In tor what you are.” found a pipe, sat down spindling little chair, setlled • comfortably on the back ct •n asked lit* sister what Morleunt—what was he In fori

i, I was furious with y*»u ." she went <0- "I'd made ly beauiii'il plan hr you. at and watched you In that ig way of yours kicking The plan was. of course, •u off to Her-done Woodrun! this over In his deliberate the process of bli>wlng -e* smoke rings, began > grin, and aald at last: some plan, little sister, think of things tike that? o write romances for the

body like Hermlone. Yon can't get on at all with young girls." T don't know." skid Rodney, “irbethsr Mrs. Woodruff knows what she w ant* or not. but 1 do. She want* a run for her money. And aheii want a nice, tame trick husband to manage things for her and be Johnny-on-the-sput mI'-never the want* him. And If the man happened to be me . . . 1" Frederica stretched her slim arm* outward. Thoughtful-faced, she made no comment, unless there was one lu the deliberate way In which she turned her rings, one at a time, so that the brilliant masses of gem* were inside, and then clenched her hand* over them. He had got np and was ranging comfortably up and down the room. T know I look more or leas like a nut to the people wbo’ve always known us. But I give you my word. Freddy, that moat of them look like nuts to me. Why a man should load himself up with three houses and a yacht, a stable of motorcars, and heaven* know* what beridea. la a thing I can’t figure out on nay basis ekeept of defective Intelligence. 1 suppose they're equally puzzled about me when I refuse a profitable piece of Izw work they're offered me, because I don't consider it Interesting. All the same. I get what I want, and Pm pretty dubious sometimes whether they do. I want apace—comfortable elbow room, so that If I happen to get an Idea by th? tall. I can swing It round my head without knocking over the la rip.” "It's a luxury, though. Rod. that kind of spaciousness, and you aren't very rich. If you married a girl with-

out anything . . ."

He broke In on her with that big laugh of his. “You’ve kept your sense of humor pretty well, als, considering you've been married all three years to a man as rich as Martin; but don't spring remarks like that, or I'll think you've loot It. If a man can't keep an oper space around him, even after he's married on an Income, outside of what he earns, of ten or twelve thousand dollars a year, the trouble Isn't with his Income. It'a with the content

of his own skull."

She gave a little shiver and snuggled closer Into a big down pillow. "You will marry somebody, though, won't you. Roddy ? I try not to nag at you and I won't make any more

disgust, found that her eyes were ! blurring up with tears. She waa a little bit alack and edgy today anyhow. What he hod Just referred tc In a dozen brisk words, was the final disappearance of the home they had all | grown up In. Their father, one of Chicago's great men during the twenty ' odd year* from the Fire to the Fair, had built It when (be neighborhood Indoded nearly all the other big mew of that robust period, and had always been proud of It. Of course for year* the neighborhood had been Impossible. Her mother had dung to It after her husband'* derth. but Rodney had simply stayed on. since her death, waiting for an offer for It that suited him. His curt announcement that the long-looked-for change'had come, brought np qnlck, unwelcomed tears. She squeezed them away with her palms. “la that.” she asked, “why you've been looking so sort of—gay. all the evening—as If you were licking the last of the canary's feathers off your

whiskers?”

"Perhaps so." he said. TPs been a pretty good day, take It all round." She got np from the conch, shook herself down Into her clothes ■ little, und came over to him. “All right, since It'* been a good day, let's go to bed.” She put her bands upon bis shoulders. "You're rather dreadful." she said, "but you're a dear. You don't bite my bead off when I urge you to get married, though I know you want to. But you will some day—I don't mean bite my bead off—won’t

you. Bod?"

“When I see any prospect of being ns lucky a* Martin—find a girl who won't mind when I turn up for dinner looking like a drowned trump, or kick her plans to bits, after ahe's Upped me off a* to what she wants me te do . .* Frederica took her band* off. stepped back, and looked at him. There was an Ironical sort of smile on her llpa. You re such an Innocent, Roddy dear. Don't think the glr. you marry will ever treat you like that." "But look here!" he exclaimed. “How In thunder am I going to know about the girl I get engaged to. befo.-e it's too late?" “You won't." she said. “You haven't a chance In the world." Tim!" he grunted, obviously struck with this Idea. "You're giving the prospect of marriage new attraction*. You're making the thing out—an ad-

silly plana, but I cant help worrying about you, living alone 'u that awful big old bounc. Anybody but you would

die of despondency."

“Oh." he eald. "that a what 1 meant [ to talk to you about! 1 sold It today —fifty thousand dollars—unnniliatc punscsalon. Man wants to build a

establishment there. You

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She nodded rather soberly. "Oh, I'm not afraid for you." she said. "Mm like adventure*—you more than most. But women don't. They like to dream about them, but they want to turn over to the last chapter and see how It's going to end. It'a the girl Pm worried about. . . . Oh. come along! We're talking nonsense. Ill go up with you and see that they're giving you pajamas and a tooth-brush." She had accomplished this purpose, kins.-d him good-night, and turned to leave the room, when her eye fell upon a beep of damp, warped, pasteboardbound notebooks, which she remr.aberrd having observed In his aide pocket* when he first came In. She went over s-d picked them up. pi-ered at the p -we: ,-bcl that had half peeled off the topmost cover, and read what was written on 1L “Who." she asked with considerable emphasis, "Is Rosalind Stanton?” “Oh,'' said Rodney, very casually, behind the worst Imitation of a yawn she had ever seen. “oh. she got put off the car when I did." "That sounds rather exciting." said Frederica behind an Imitation yawn of her own—but u better one. “Going tell me about It?" •Nothing mum to tell." said Rodney. “There was a row about a fare, as I said And then, we both got put off. So. naturally. I walked with her over to the elevuti-d. And then 1 forgot to giw her her notebooks and came away with them." “What tort of looking glrlT asked Frederica. “Is she pretty T' “Why. 1 don't knoiv,“ said Rodney Judicially. “R-ally, you know, 1 hardly got a fair look at her.” Frederica made a funny-sounding laagh and wished him an abrupt “good

night."

She was a great old girl, Frederica— pretty wise about lota of things, but Rodney was Inclined to think she was mutnken In saying women didn't like

I adventures.

“You're a liar, you know.” r-marked his <-.insolence, “tilling Frederica you ! Ii-ulu't a good look at her. And bow | about tbo»e notebooks—about forgrtgtvc them io her'"

CHAPTER III.

The Second Encounter. Portia Stanton was late for lunch; so, after stripping off her Jacket and glovea. rolling u;> her veil, aud scowling at herself In an oblong mahoganyfraraed mirror In the hall, she walked into the dkntug-room with her hat oo. Seeing her mother sitting at the lunrhlable. idie asked! “Where’s Uoacr •’SheTl be down, pnwently, 1 think." her mother said. “Docs your hat

mean you're going back to the ahop this afternoon?" Portia nodded, polled bade her chair abruptly, and sat down. “1 thought that on Saturday . . her mother began. "Oh. 1 know." said Portia, “but that girl I've got Isn't much good." You'd have known them for mother and daughter anywhere, and you’d have had trouble finding any point of resemblance In either of them to the Amazonian young thing who had bo nearly thrown a street-car conductor Into the street the night before. The •nother’* hair was very soft anc white. a:.d the care with which It was arranged indicated a certain bannles- . vanity In It. There was something a little conscious, too, about her dress, jlf you took It In connection with a certain resolute amiability about her smile, you would be entirely prepared to hear her tell Portia that she was to talk on “Modern Tendencies" before the Pierian dab this afternoon. A very real person, neverthelew— you couldn't doubt that. The marks of passlnoately held beliefs and eagerly given sacrifices were etched with undeniable authenticity In her face. Once you got beyond a catalogue of features. Portia presented rsther a striking contrast to this. Her hair was done with a severity that was fairly hostile. Her clothes were brusquely worn. Her smile, if not Illnatured—It wasn't that—was distinctly Ironic. A very competent, goodlooking young woman. Just now drooping e little over the cold lunch. “So Rose didn't come down this morning at all. Nothing particular the matter with her. la there?" asked Por-

tia.

t There was enough real concern In lior voice to save the qnestlon from sounding satirical., bu: her ruotherV manner wns a little apologetic when she nnsr ered It. "No. I think not," she said. "Bat abe was in such a state when she came home last night—literally wet through to the skin, and blue with cold. So I thought it wouldn't do auy harm. . . “Of course not," said Portia. "Rose Is all right. She won't spoil badly." “I'm a little bit worried about the loss of the poor child's notebooks," said her mother. “I don't believe Rose Is worrying her head off about them." said Portia. The flush in her mother's cheeks deepened a little, bat It was no longer apologetic. "I don't think yon'rr quite fair to Rnoe, about her studies," she anld. “If she doesn't seem always to appreciate her privilege in getting a collage education as aeriouMy ns she should, you should reanml>er her youth. She's only twenty." "Pm sorry, mother." Portia Interim! ted contritely. T didn't mean any hirm anyway. Didn't she say the min's name was Rodney Aldrich?" T think so." her mother agreed. "Something like that." “It's rather funny," said Portia. "It's hardly Ukely to hare been the real Rooney Aldrich. Yet It'a not a •mmon name." The real Rodney Aldrich?" questioned her mother. But. without watting for her daughter's elut latloa of the phn.se. abe added. “Oh. there's

mendatlon that Bom stay quietly within doors and keep warm. T wns going to. anyway." abe said. “Home and firedde for mine today." The house waa deserted except for , Ingn In the kitchen, engaged In the ‘ principal sporting event of her dotm-s- : tic routine—the weekly baking. Bose hadn't meant to go to sleep, but the detective story she tried to read was so flagrantly stupid that presently she tossed the book aside and began dreaming one of ber own In which the heroine got put off a street-car In the

Opening chapter.

The telephone bell aroused ber once or twice, far enough to observe that Inga was attending to It. so when the front-door bell rang abe left that to Inga, too — didn't even alt up und awing her leg* off the conch and try. with a prodigious stretch, to get herself awake, until abe beard the

gtri aay casually:

“Her ban right In the sitting-room!“ So It fell out that Rodney Aldrich had. for bis second vivid picture of ber—the first had been, you will remember. when she bad seized the conductor by both wrists, and had said In a blaze of beautiful wrath: “Don't dare touch me like that!"—a splendid

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The girl came np beblod Portia and enveloped her In a big. lazy bug. "Back to Work another Saturday afternoon. Angel?" she asked commlscratlngly. "Aren't you ever going to stop and bare any fun?" Then she slumped Into a chair, heaved a yawning sigh, ami robbed her eyes. “Tired, dear?" asked her mother. b** said It under her breath In the hope that Portia wonldu't bear. To." said Rose. “Just sleepy !" yawm-d again, turned to Portia, aud, noiueo-hat to tbeir surprise, aald. Yea, what do yon mean—the real Rcduey Aldrich? He looked real •ugh to me. And his arm felt real | —the one hr waa going to pumh the : conductor with." j "1 didn't mean he was Imaginary." Portia explained. "I only meant 1 didn't believe It was the Rodney • Aldrich--who's ao awfully prominent; i either soni.-hody else who b*p|»etml i to have the same name, or somebody who Just—said that was his name." “What's the matter with the proml ; nent one?" Rose wanted to know. ! “Why couldn't U have been be?" j Portia admitted that It could, ao far as that neat, hut InaUted on an Injheivat Imi-robabillty. A millionaire, the brother of Mr*. Martin Whitney, wasn't likely to he found riding In street cars. “Millionaires have legs." said tti*e. “I bet they can walk around like anybody else. However. 1 don't rare who he Is, If he'll send hack my hooks." 1'ortla went l>ack prewcatly to the shop, and It wasn't long after that that her mother came downstair* clad for the street, with her "Modern Tendencies" under hri arm la a leather portfolio. H.t valedictory, given with more co*ndeuoe now that IVTlia was out of the house, waa a strong rocma-

A Splendid, Lazy, Tousled Creators. lazy, tousled creature, in a chaotic glory of ctisstnut hair, an unlaced ; mlddy-blonae. a plaid skirt twisted nround her knees, and a pair of ridiculous red bedroom slippers, with red pompous on the toes. The creature was stretching herself with the grace of a big cat that had Just been roused from a nap on the hearthrug. If his first picture of her had been brief, his second one was practically a snapshot, because at sight of him, ; she flashed to her feet. So, for a moment they confronted each other a!x>ut equally aghast, flashed up to the hair, und simultaneously and Incoherently begged each other's pardon—neither could have said for whut the goddiws out of the machine being Inga, the mald-of-all-work. Rat suddenly, at a twinkle she caught In his eye, her own big ryes ! narrowed and her big mouth widened Into a smile, which brake presently : Into her dee)>-tbruated laugh, whereupon he laughed too and they shook bauds and she naked him to sit down. “It's too ridiculous." she said. “Since | lost night, when 1 got to thinking how I must have looked, wrestling with that conductor. I've l«een telling myself that If 1 ever saw you again. I'd try to act Uke a lady. But it'a

no use. U It?"

He said that be. too, had hoped to make a Itetter Impression the second time thru the first. That w«s what he brought the books back for. i'm awfully sorry mother - * not at home—mother and my slstar Portia. They'd both like to thunk you for— looking after me last night. Because ■ rally you did. you know ." “There never was anything le»* altruistic In the world." he assured her. "! drnpjied off of that car solely In pur-tult ul a selfish aim. I'd enjoy i»etlng your mother and sister very inch, but what 1 came for wns to get i-qualntrd with you." She tig—hod und stulled. "Why. I'm nobody much to r-: acquainted with." idle anld. "Mother'* the Interesting one—mother and Itirtla. Mother's quite a perron. She'a Naomi Rutledge Sianteci. you know.” “I know I ought to know." Rodney ■uild. and 1 .t quick appreciative smile over bla candor rewarded him for not ho'ing pretended.

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Lessons Learned In SleerIswooiis have been learned and difficult problems solved while In sound

slumber.

A young girl, through the death of ber father, was told that she mast leave school unless she pavsed nn examination which would entitled her to a scholarship. She studied assiduously. and on one occa-lon carried her -ehool hook* to her bedroom, intending to rise early ihe next day for the purpose of study. In the morning, on looking over her lessons, she was suriirtsed to find Hint she already knew Ihcm. This huppened for several suereeding day*, when she mentioned tha rlreumstsnoes to her mother, who delermlned to watch her. Tills she did. rod observed the gtrl get up ns soon »* It was light, apply herself to her e*sons. end then return to bed. When ■ wake she had no Idea of what sha

had done.

The “bee In his bonnet" worked rapidly on Rodney end hie acquaintance with Roee developed with much epred—at described In the nest installment.

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