CAPE MAY COUNTY TIMES. S^A ISLE CITY. N. J

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be know*. Duk* IWam-r Inoucm a «trl (a «ot*r th* tab. 8»an.*r. attamotlnr to r»low. U puanod hack by Randolph and th* cab mo*** on. Kl* i**w acquaint - anc# tall* Randolph ah* la a chora* «1rl. and haa loot hr: poottlon Eli* U la dlstrtaa ovro fcunorv aod h» taka* hoc to

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not tall h*r of her rood firttin*. hu: nor area hor protnlaa to atay In th« flat until tha morning and loat * her. Ttaallglca that th* gtri - * rr; :: rarano* haa left him practlrally pennllea*. h* bribe* th* taxi driver to lot him talc* hi* Job. and loafing word with th* lag*: repr*aentatlr* of th* Thornton eatat* whom h* hi* n

» emo^ of three Indlvlilunl* Shall I tell jon their name*?" “Ten." *ald Tr«*mout. “The fir*!." roniloueu the flrl. fo'ce Coating from her tu> though carried on the bosom of her dream. “I* called Flnth: the second. Spirit, and the third—the third I aha'! name | the Veiled llod.’ “Madge!“ cried Tremont. and Randolph. listening with all his enr*. could •Itnoat feel the clntch on hi* owe arms with which the mao had seized the girl's, as though to drjg her hack from her mlod'a lar distance. “Pruj... «w'der." she continued, her tpjod unbroken, 'n the wreck of apparently perfect marriages and yet lt‘a ao simple to any woman that It's ainarlng that I should be the Crat to display our open secret. Only th* complete lover cau be secure of his beloved. Bencher. He who wins her flesh alone leaves her spirit to betray him. and be who wins the spirit alone is In mortal danger of the woman of

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PART II—Contlauad. Mr. Slim Hervey, chauffeur, wna ■Mil plunged In reverie whea bla ser.se* E assailed by a whiff of iliac, a nuance of perfume, that pro*d the approach of Miss kludge Tan Tolller. He Jumped out Just In time to throw open the dcor of his far the couple and taka the rouranored order of Mr. Readier Traaopt. “All right. Hit it up for Greenwood." Luckily for the cabmau's enteetalnaacnt. his engine was working Is slMot perfection that nlghu Ttie Ute hour gave him almost undisputed right of way ao that driving became so automatic adjustment of his course lb line with the curt aud released hla attention to gorge Itself at leisure with eaves-dropping. By ngulnnlitg bis shoulders be managed to cock <ne ear over the top of his high overcoat collar; It was the ear next to the open ■peaking-alot. “Wh*t a dream of a night." said the dear voice of Miss Van Telller. -^Shall I be u traitor to my sex and Jbetrej one of Its secrets to youT' “Plcsee do." murmured Mr. Tre-a-oot. Frcm the very tone of his voice one could divine that be had slipped an am around her and was holding tier dose. “Well. It*a this." she continued. “Women -.re not conquered by man alone, but by man and atmosphere. We never rush at U*i pre.iplce; we Setter toward it v.!th many stops and pauses. The sllUtvt breezes of Impulse may cany us on or a puff of unkind aid hold us back, it all really depends on the man Imposing his attaoaphere *o steadily that the drifting aoul jf woman forg. ts Its Inborn title to vagrancy and sleepily assumes Its •nerey's goal." “Madge." said Mr. Tremont almost earnestly, "yon frighten me. I never knew you could talk like that. You Crlghter. me because I have a terr .r of analysed personal relations." Randolph could bear i faint rustling of her robe as though ah* had nestled *4f«er to her escort. “1 never meant (♦d |'startle you. Beacher,” her voice JtaV.ci. not quite ao clear. Into Its •lone had crept. he*‘tatlng1y. a trr.ee of unaccustomed emotion, “t was only warning yon. Event man can make a world of his arms for one woman; not all can hold the illusion to beyond possession." "I can. If you will only help me." wblsj>crcd Tremont. aci paused at though his own ■■arneatneas were taking him by surprise. “1 wonder." said Mtaa Van Telller. “You have placed the right gam* You have never said a vulgar (hint to me or utuoped to the usual hypocrisies; those are ocnplhaenu by Inferenc that have nattered the best that Is In me. You have set the plsv In a high plat - that winning, wins all of a>e; but—" “But whrt?“ asked Tremont. "But there is danger In the high fhgat,'' finished Miss Van Telller. "An «r-pocket lr yaur atmosphere aad. moat', all Is las'—the good In me that you will have missed as well as the bad -that you could have won by a baser effort."

"The explanation." said Tremont. whimsically. "1* so feminine that It confuse* If you had said tbot each woman Is a trinity and must be thrice wot. before a man's honor can feel secure, undemanding would be a sunpie .natter. Did you leave out the Veiled Ood purposely or Just to be different and avoid the obvious?" "To avoid the obvious la an Instinct of breeding." said Miss Van Telller. “and I would never blush for do ng It; but where would your thought* be now If I had said Jnsf what you expected. If I had treated the Veiled God as • m tier of fact! Oh. no! One can dip with words the wings of flesh and spirit, but not of the Vetted God In woman, for Its very orsecr u a deferred pooeeaalon." She paused, but ns Tremont dang to the silence, she presently eoottnood. “The complete lover Is the m'-n who havitg conquered all the heights of flesh and spirit In his mlsireoa. dwells -onsclocsly In the presence of an undls-overed god and gaxes out upon a broad land eternally promised, never materially aelsod. Few are the wen—few are the men—" Her voice trailed off as though her thoughts had run ahead of words and reached finality without the use of the tpoken

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“Few are the men who attain to that serene security." Tremont finished for her. only half conscious of what he wns saying. Randolph coaid hor the rustle of her turning to her companion. “How wonderful," she as id. 'Thar is what I thought, but didn't *ay." “MadfB," said Tremont. “whet have you done? It's true chat 1 have never stooped to hypocrisies with you and that I have never while with you spoken a vulgxr word. Did yon think *hat I have oeen knowingly wise? Well. I haven't. I didn't know until this moment .vhy > chose a rare and high atmosphere to reach you. Now I know. It was becanse you were there. I chose only to come to you rather than drag you down to the drab of the usual. What you huv*. d me Is to carry me higher than I ever meant to go. You have taken me off the beaten path and *howed me an unexpected treasure. Fm no longer myself. I am cold and afraid." Randolph could feel that the speaker was drawing away from the girl ard a moment later his senses were to surpass themselves In additional divination. “You are afraid of that woman In me?" naked Mias Van Telller softly. “Whs! about this out?" And then It was that Randolph's deductive antennae quivered under their burden of Intelligence. He knew as certainly as though he had faced about that an adorable Madge, tender and wide-eyed, had slipped her bare arms around Beacher Tremont'* neck and kissed hltn on the mouth. There was a long alien'-*; then came Tremont* voice, thick and strange to the tar. “A moment ago.” It aald. "J wa* afraid for you; now I'm afraid for myaeli'. I am like * man who has carelessly dropped a lighted match and finds himself within the ring of a prairie Are. I can only wonder at my stupidity la thinking of you in connection with t_ casual possession and not a* a consuming tlaire. You see? Already you hsve burned through the thin crust of lies that guards man from definite seizure by woman—any woman." “Ktea me. Beacher." murmured the glri's voice as though his words had swirled around and by her, leaving her purpose imlouchev “Take me and hold me carefully where no un kind air can drive me from you. Tala-

roiicctively Indispensable to the continuity of 'this yarn. He missed the ditch by n hair's breath, aught hla own with a gasp, returned i.> the in'ddie of ttie broad highway nnd fixed his attention on a certain very definite mitb-r with which It had h<-.«i more or IctM constantly concerned e»*-r since he hsd >.eeo directed to hit !• up for The road to that well-known hostelry was usefully devious and fares were seldom worried as to bow any particular driver set out to And thl* choicest of nei-dles In the hoy-etick .if the country Inns that dot the landscape of Westchester and adjacent counties as long as be brougat the ararch to a successful end somewhere this s|d* of Ibe pongs of huuger -NVtrrthelpKs, had not Mr. Tremont, himself a motorist of no mean expert enc*. been completely absorbed by the sudden discovery thst he had his light arm around an entirely new world, he would have been struck Inevitably by two things. First, that this was certalaly not any one of the climbing roads to the Greenwood hostelry ; second, that the man st the wbe*l knew more about losing his way in the vicinity of Manhattan and finding It again thau did th* combine! roadmaps of the 'Jnlted State* and Its allies—supposing It to have had alllea at theyime. However. Mr. Trmont's absorption was not only absolute but continuous an that It held him In Ita Inexorable grip right up to the moment of ghastly awakening and even o»er the edge. Be was Just aayIng. 'My darling, never fear. I'm taking you to a place so quiet and so guarded that thts dream which you have dress* i In an unexpected glory can flow on unbroken as long as we are true to It and to ourselves." when the cab drew up at a solemn and Impressive portal. Without leaving bis aeat. th* cabman reached I ack. unlatched the door and threw It open "Greenwood cemetery. sir." he barked. The girl was first to grasp the words, the time and the place. "Oh V she gasped, and In U»e sound of her cry Mr. Randolph could divine her whole body suddenly stiffening to a tense awakening and to the stabbing mer.jory of the last time she bad come lo tnU still place, her henrt bursting with Its long farewell to all that was left of her mother. Then came Mr. Beacher Tremont' voice In oldtime familiar tones. “Greenwood cemetery: Why. you tri-

■Greenwood Cemetery, Sir," He Barked plicate blockben.:. I aald Greenwood hostelry. Of till the £ —a fools! Whit the devil— What the b—11— What the— What—" He choked himself Into a gulpin;. Initticulate alienee as he climbed from the cab to look In the face the sum total of all human stupidity. No sooner had he alight 'd than Mias Van Telller fount* hers, f It, voice again. “Oh! oh*' he mooned, pressing her hands to her eyes, achlugly open, “take n.- away from here." "Sure, miss," aid Mr. Randolph promptly, threw in hla dutch and was off. "HI. you ! D—n j *0! He. ! Toni Driver! Confound your d—d lmp.-r tinence! Hey! How ttn I going to get uomeT' The fir... of these cries was very plainly, the last very faintly beard by Mr. Randolfh After them came down the wind something that sounded very much like the ghost of wail of despair, but the driver paid ao heed. His attention wa* absorbed wmethlng qcH* different; the dry sob* of a little heap of oznoke-oolorod chiffon. Detours, Lubterfugse and the fir.esse cf the road-faker were swept from Randolph's mind; he made straight for the bridge and home, but long before they reached the river all sound had ceased to issue from the cab and In Ita atead reigned a purposefnl. almost menacing alienee. What was she thinking 'n there? What could she think? Why didn't she go right on crying and keep her mind fully occupied with that? As they swept down th* Incline f-orn tf - bridge into Cuy Hall park he * tOdenly r-allzed that he had been on the verge of giving himself away. He half lurtefi his bead and shouted through the speaking-slot “What ad-

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'■ -ter Thoughtfulness and the boy aud the girl walked down the hill. The boy aud girl were on their way to the House of Secrets nnd one of their adventures had been to meet with the hortilil- woman. If you haven't beard of that adventure nlrewdy you will do *0 before very long. "You see." said Master Thoughtfulness, "I must explain what hapi-eiied." "Are we on the right road for th□ou<e of Secrets?" asked the Imij. "Yes." said Master TIioughtliiloesK, "you have to go over this hill and through the next valley, and beyond the third hill nnd in the heart of the ▼alley which lies below the third hlli you will find the House of Secrets.” “Oh. we're getting nearer all the time," said the girl delightedly. 'That's the way to go on a Journey." smiled Ma-ter shoughtfulness. "We want 10 get nearer ar.d nearer the end all the time, no matter how much we love the scenery along the way. That'* only natural." “You were going to tell us about th* horrible woman?" asked the boy “Oh. yes." said Master Thoughtfi.lnevs. "I must tell you abour her. You see. she Is very ugly. She I* ugly because she Is cruel. Now she may mend her ways. I hope so. If she

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“Tha Right Road." doesn't. I will certainly punish her good and hard, for I simply cannot stand cruelty. She can't get along In these parts if she keep* up her ways I think she will change. A new look I s~w In her far- as I left told me so. "Slio was beating that beautiful little boy. at first. Why? Oh, I didn't find out why and »hc only muttered something about bis having taken bee shawl to wrap up his toy Teddy bear, because he was making believe It was sick. It was something of the sort." "Had abe told him not to?" they

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“Msyb"." aald Master Thoughtfulneas. “but whether she hsd or not abe needn't hare acted like that. She could hare talked to him. cr even punished him, but she ne* 1't have b *n cruel. Anyway, she has been the sort of woman who hasn't liked seeing anyone play or make-believe anything. She hasn’t even believed In affection and love, because she couldn't roll them up In her hands and feel them. “But she had no business to be cruel like that fee no use for her when she acts tike that end us I say. If she doesn't improve. I will *. e :o It that she has no child. Someone who can understand am. care for a nice little boy better than she does will have him If she doesn't watch “But the thing that made me angry, too, was not only that she made that little boy scream for doing Just a little half-naughty thing, but that she *ald something which I heard as I was hurrying up the road. "She was beating him and her ugly old face looked uglier, and as she did so she said with a mean look. “•It's hurtln K me more than If* hurting you.' Now. It wasn't. She was a hypocrite. She was hurting the little boy and she wasn't hurting herself in the least She only Mild so to try to make out she wasn't being

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"There may he time* when folks may mean that. Fm not sure. I don't Ihte the expression any way and I never did. and In her case and in many others Fv e found thst It didn't hurt the older person at all. who a os «aying such a thing. T must aay I cannot abide that I simply cannot. Ard If folks do mean It when they say It—well. I don't think It sound* nice, for tt sounds too much like something that Is an excuse. And when folk? grow •y shouldn't b* using exruves ail

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