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•Sh* U to «t Inttrrtls. If people ut ,ir*t«y ulklnf. I don't know whtt ftf T will mj when tb^r tee herT •»!«. u rare to tell yon. toon, til Ail happened." eontoled her titter. -IVr »e ctn cootmdict may wroof Otnlrfon*." T am rare the bet been Di-tree ted." the other: "or why thonld the took to in andj *“ *— ho® ' ftrn rlad It rtema to tdiftttefnL Bnt Bab tlnr , wa« tbootbUeet and lneen*dtr> itr over my freUn**.” -WIit not aak b*r for die troth, toBtormwr roreeeted Wlaa Daetea. her nr 1 ratty difficult to curt. "Or ahall It I am more nted to ytrta In troobl*—" "No. Mary l" said Mre. Stock!ey, with qolci- tayer at any Interference. "I win not hare you Insinuate that aba it osr of—of your ‘fallen girls,' Ilka this I If nhr has Buffered anythin* at—that miE'.> hands, the will tell me. herself I couldn't speak of It now. Besides. I wouldn't dream of forcing bar confidence: After all. It may be only the retail of her Illness." Min Da vita glanced at her, rath* dnrply. "What waa really the matter at Slw pore, do you sr ;poeer the asknd. "Prostration. And shock. Don’t you

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isonulwrt Tory natural. I am asre. •n-r iurfa terrible daw." Be rise drew In her ttpa. in her “ t * : ■»/ »ben cenaidrrlns dlaceetlon ,u ^tar part of enlor. and made no "Ply. iir Mr* Horbdnle gave an aaraal local ® lu ' rr I-”, before Cbrlttaas e*rry »«r. «»er which abe praeded like a mdnatnrod ben—ducking, with bar ** "n.lngtoa amUe. upon the chick - ' lWkln f »t the good thlnga pro .‘T 1 *°r them. Everybody who waa “> to the neighborhood received « ‘neltatlan, to that the partla bore * "tgnlar almllarity. Jrrth intereet waa arouaeu tbit ytar. r -r to the expected pretence of Bar .■‘ r *- f° far. ahe bad been teen by I'>r » week a eevere chill bad ’ 0 u» ln bed. U.vMh|t to the curi- ••}« of tbuac who butaoa around “^ cottage. The more persevering. .r" • r t1"al dewntuirt. tprved in"»hn* reports of the extraordinary wrought la her looks and benil I 1 * rri - w ** k to health and tor" u ,r 0 mln «I. everybody and everyI*' ^ averned unbearable. Perceiving •waj.icjon, cur--ally around her. ^atlncdvaly cloaked herwlf with l'T*r ’browing no Intimate aide mart - 1 *? ^ PO^’ canting so roo Jtctara New* from De Bor *«• an th. craved, and abe fdt ii ' ahxlety cwtceralng the Udt of It. b „ n Stockley's weak mind not Polsooad, making natural talk ,T_ ,l1 ' island Ufa impossible to bar. I-r fii “ lrit t “ T * been vastly different la •* waa the topic became ua,^ «< approach: t- . B , 1 “ um *d the character of aomr a »;*«Ioualy taba Only the wZr P«aIhU fate of Aunt Dolly a^l l31 * CD *eed- Croft , name waa >• * , ' a 01 rationed between them. I--,o£T. boa "*’- <* * r Bochdale’a ttttwTL aummonad Hugh »!»•» „ “•'bara came down1 'icx iL lh * r ' for * tb * to** «*• aC * •*" ln»*ded tr glyy him

hnng heavy on her mind, aaramtag Increasing proportion! the more abe pondered over It. Hik b'^laon bad bean to contentedly bounueo by convaetional. orthodox views that It might ba difficult to maka him underatand the

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him. from destroying his faith. M As knew ahe must do. Mrs Plaid's letter, full of the largehearted, fameatag sympathy n vital a pari ot her nature, brought a grata of comfort Pun of gnstaa grief sad af-

ttva the was kept tnforaied of all proceeCage conctraln* the rtcovery of bit body: tbs leek of Information from tbs Do Borceana with their possible fata was rite said, casing renewed anxiety. She urged Bartara te use the “House on the Moor" and Its library, whenever ahe wished, as usual. Mrs Stockley never encouraged—or believed In—Invalidism other than her own. Once downstairs, her daughter was expected to renew her old household duties and seek diligently to recover parochial ones That she showed no Inclination for either Increased the tense of strain between them. Her shrinking from company would give rite, ner mother dreaded, to further “talk." It waa therefore, Wongly condemned She found it Imposslbla at thfijgs were, to tecapt the ordeal of Mm Rochdale’s dinner party without hurting the kind old couple by actual rudeness Haring decided that Hugh must be told the truth before anyone rite, abe waa obliged, though shrinking In every fiber of her being, to dress In one of her old evening frocks and be fetched In the Rochdale's big car. . . This had been one of her few treats In past years ... As ahe listlessly finished her toilet, the poignant pain of It all struck her afresh. . . . Hie reflection of shadowy, sunken eyes and aureole of dark hair mocked at her, In the large drawing room mirrors . . . The unconscious Irony of the conversation, the kindliness of Hugh's parents and their delight over her, his own affec-

He had only returned that day, and •he spoke to him In deeper,Don, as they went tn to dinner together. “Hugh!” she whispered. "I must ate you alone, to tall you—" “I knew P be broke In eagerly. *Tm dying to banr everythin* I U was a beastly nuisance having to go away Just then; but tt couldn't be helped. Afraid we shan't gut a chance tonight

Hugh. I must ■ea you time tomorrow r There was a pasaRnate urgency In her voice, a tragic pleading In bar eyes—both signs which be entirely misunderstood. A flush ov tr spread his face, and bo prausad tier bars arm to hie aide. “Bab, darling P ha whispered. "Soul yen think Tm Just longing to be aims with you. tooT I—I counted the hours until I got back, today P Barbara aat down at the table, her heart like lead. She frit like a murderer who. about to drop poison into the cup of o trusting friend, talks and smiles r.oo him the while. The rlcar'a enthusiasm over the missionary results of this providential visit to "children of darkneca" (having a double meaning, this phrase was con sldered witty lu Darbury). broke loose almost In the same breath wherein be ce. He was had been i where seeing the “Wandering sheep" waa concerned. “I am so deeply Interested In josr work among the natives." be he^sn. his dear clerical tone* arresting everybody a attention. *T gathered from the papers that you obtained a wonderful influence over thamP -Weren't they awful creatures?" put In Hug? with a grimace. "I woedar y^„ weren't scared stiff. Bah.'" “I was at first," rite owned. "But I grow very food of them." “Capital P beamed the vicar. “Our brothers. In spit# of difference In color. Doubtless they responded to your affectionate overtures, poor souls?" A vision of Alan's affectionate overtore* with electrified wire, flashing eyra. and fearful rhetoric, until his brother* became responsive, brought the shadow of s smile !sto her white face, which old Mr. Rochdale aaw and “1 labrriue Croft got 'em under wore by bullying than affection: didn't bathe laughed. “That wireless *»unt waa s bral’.y notion! I suppose he had to whip up the lacy beggar* pretty hard afterward, to mat, 'em work?" -No." ahe replied, aware of many •yea upon her face at this open allusion. They lored him and “tiered him .‘•cause"—her voire faltered— "because be had the personality to command -ibedlsnca. He Inspired thorn to woe', for tbrtr own good Thay learned cleuBUseos; and we taught them to talk a BtUs Bngllah-"

“Capital! capfulT* The Ocar beamed e**ln at her, through hia plnce-nas. ffHow did they rocalve the Word?" ' “Wonderfully quickly," she answ« ed, misunderstanding. "Some of them could talk quits fluently In a vary abort time—" U “But the Word? How did they receive the Ooaprir “Oh 1 Wa did not attempt to distort thoir own religion." Tbs vicar gasad at her. aghast as did mom of those present Ton mean—- be began, “yon can't mean ton* yoc neglected the first opportunity of giving them the Truth?" Tree." ahe said calmly. “If you look upon It In that light Wa thought tt tmwlee, for many reasons. For one thing, we had to play upon their superstitious to Insuro our own safety and obtain any Influence at all. It needed

“But rarely," he remonstrated pedantically. “at the risk of one's life one should carry on the Gospel? Missionaries have to risk—“ "We were not missionaries!" she reminded him sharply. Phe looked Impatiently at Ms self-complacent, horrified face and short-sighted eyes. “We tried lo encourage them In deanllneaa. gentleness, and consideration. Isn't '-vat all part of the Gospel's real meenta,'? To have stuffed entirety new doctrines down their, throats would have been ridiculous!" Quick startled glances were directed upon her from all directions; ths “Nsgatiros" present flushed uncomfortably: Mrs. Stockley tried. Ineffectually. to fix bar with a atony eye. “Apparently your success waa not very great," ahe observed tartly. Old Mr. Rochdale hastily smoothed over possible trouble by Inquiring concerning the personal character of the natives. They are very simple and real.” the girt replied warmly. “Too find ths ■ame fears and Jealousies and faults as everywhere else; but they are not hidden by any thin veneer of civilisation. When they love or hats, they do so openly." “I hope." remarked Mias Davies, not much liking her tone, “you made them wear decent clothing?" “Most of them were naked.” said Barbara; “some wore a little matting." Everybody rather hurriedly went or eating. Hugh hurled himself into the alienee, thinking to change the subject. "What did you do about dotba* Bab? Did your own last out?” "Fairly well I made some breechec, and wore them." The vicar coughed: Mrs Stockley refused her favorite game In her embarrassment. . . . Mrs. Bochdale remarked tactfully: “Dear, dear? Isn't It all like a novel? If you had been there. Hugh. It would have been really romantic r Hugh laughed. “I shouldn't be much good on a d tee rt Island." he observed modestly. "Must have been beastly

“I bet Bab dften wished you were toere!" smiled old Mr. Rochdale. In hta genial way. “Only she won't own It. Now. Hugh, make hoc confess P But Hugh's glance had fallen upon tbe girl's left hand, and to ad not reply. ; Barban, frit like one undergoing alow torture; her nerves seemed laiersted. It was the constant repetition of little drops of water which sent tbe

“Bab." asked Hugh, “whatever are you wearing In toe shape of a ring? Where la mine?" Everybody craned forward, and she hastily withdrew ber band. It seemed as If curious hostile eye* were peering at somrihlng sacred, the only thing of value to her now In life. "I—have lost your ring. Hugh. It waa left on the Island with everything rise." “And you are wearing that Instead? I must get another st once. What Js It? A to? rtngr “Y-yea." "Once." remarked the vicar, rising from hi* oblivion. "I fad the case of a wedding party forgetting the ring; sad I marred the* with a key ringP “Really P aaked Mira Davies. "I suppose It Is quite legal P “Quite! Provided, of course, that everything els# la In order and a priest performs the ceremony." Barbara's right hand closed coavnlri- y upon bar 'left, under tbe

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arbara, that evening false position tntalcrable. 8ha craved yet dreaded, tbs marrow when MM could talk with Hugh. leagues bmei over their coffee cups roocerv.-lrg tbe latest local scandal. Mrs. Rochdale pvseseded with a gar-, ruloua account of a housemaid treasure powrtpg all tbe virtue* to

whose room four empty whisky bottles had been foe*'' Curing her sb*.nee on holiday! As abe had been r frequenter of temperance meeting* and had taken tbs pi edge, this waa In Ur rif a terrible ton. even though She hao never been eeec drunk. Whether to allow bar to return, or to writs and denounce tor forth wi;b. pie mind h After trneb 6 ts aak the ri Tbe girt shrank tote bar chair, rick at heart, old talks with Alan la her mind. What key. abe wondered, did tfe** D#ooU »n substitution for tn* true one given to the world and lost again? "Charity sufferoth long and la kind." they road glibly; or “H* that to without tin among you. let him cast ths first stoos." What did hall tha righteous souls. Judging everybody to their own smug conception of Chrletiaalty. know of temptation, tin. tbe meaning of ths word love with all Its manifold sub keys: consideration, understanding, sympathy. . “My dear." broke in old’ Mr. Rochdale's voice, as he seated himself beside her. “we must bring back the roses Into your cheeks P He took her hand and patted It. Ton mustn't brood ever the past It was a terrible experience—tcrriblt! But It's all over now. Forget it. Bartarn. Ilka a bad dreem, and cheer up again."

Part Fifteen

The wortli were.’ to the girt, like bladee of atari thrust Into sort bleeding wound,. “Over. . . . Forget!" They seemed to reverberate in her mind, and har vary soul turned rick and faint a# gripping the arms of her chair, she heard her mother’s voice: “Her time will soon be full again until htr wedding, with all ber old duties—" Then Hugh came up and chatted. In his usual cheerv way, and aomebody played sad sang. ... But all toe Tme those two words beat upon ber ,r «ln. Oodl was It trot? Was this art ones more to capture her? Was ihla nigh tine re to become tbs reality, and the splendid roal—all the very es•ence of IIto—to fade Into tbe dream? The morning waa cold and bright. After a pretense st breakfast, she put on her coat, Hugh not being expected before lunch, and her mother not yet down. A craving for freedom from stone walla, for vigorous action, had seised ht-. The cold air stinging her face, ths wind buffeting her skirts, dulled momentarily the agony within. The lake glistened In the sunahlne: here and there sprig* of ling still showed purple amid the ruaaet of dead heather and bracken upon the common; the white sandy paths were crisp with froat At the -ner where the lane Joined

tbe main road, aha paused. Hare, ahe and that other had first met With exquisite pain, msmorie* of those faroff first encounters seethed Into her mind. She saw agOn the half-mock Ing smile upon hto Ups; remembered his teasing words and bar own annoyance. after speaking of her heart's desire. She understood, as she turned hurriedly sway, bow. from tbe first those keen eyas bad road Into ber heart penetrating to what ahe was but vaguely oonations of herself. . . . Her heart's desire? Ah, how changed tt nil waa now—how changed. . . . Since treading last these familiar, heathery paths, a lifetime seemed to have els peed. She looked back with wonder upon too Inexperienced girl dimly yearntn-/ after an intangible something beyond toe dally horison. . . . (Continued next Friday) Uncle Eb*n T never could forgive Adam,” aald Unde Eton, “fob toln' tempted by an appl If It had been a watermelon dar might bare to.-ti some excuse.” The young lady across the way aays she doesn't suppose It really makes much difference who to prime minister of England, aa long aa King George t* there to run rhlnca.

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