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Show other ot out of it if your case Is a3 desperate as you say it is." What happened during the next t?a days it wouid be a waste of time to tell. Most people will know either by intuition or experience,, and besides that particular period has no bea:inj on the point ol" this truthful chronicle. The curtain fo.- the last act rises oj Mis3 Bess Jord; n and Thomas Tompkins, Tomp-kins, oarsman, sitting side by side cn the bank of the lake. The arm of Tompkins was about the waist of Miis j Jordan. "Koir, Bess, dear," he was snj-Ing. "I am sure you lon me in the good old way. A girl a ,-rch as you are, with all the attractions of your gay life in the city before ynu, could not promise to marry a poor guide and fisherman unless she aid love him more than all the world. I hare been surprised & hundred time3 that you did nor send me about my business But gradually I have learned that yon cam nothing for wealth or social position. I leu are able to recognize a man under a torn blue flannel shirt. You only ask for love, and when you find a man who loves you and whom you love in The red-headed bus driver dug a long tin horn ouS from under his iaat and blew three blasts. "The ferry '11 be over in a minute," he said. "I got to get back to ketch the 6:40 from Chicago. Fifty cents, please, and a quarter fer them trunks." The knock-kneed white horse3 hambled away through the deep dust, kicking up a cloud which put a fresh layer on the brown leaves of the hazel "bresh" on either side of the road. In, two minutes tie thick woods hid them from sight.. On the high bank of Lake Mary in northern Wisconsin were left four trunks, Miss Elizabeth Jordan, and the Hon. Jabez Jordan. The articles left behind by the bus driver are here stat-d stat-d In order of their importance. The trunks containing an elaborate summer sum-mer wardrobe, Miss Jordan was a pretty girl, and the Hon. Jabez was merely a father and incidentally a trbst magnate, the president and chief stockholder in the International Air Engine comnanv I jalons fairly well until that question iiame. Even then he did not entirely lose his presence of mind. "I live right over there in tSat house," he said, painting to- soire chimneys which showed above the trees half a mile hack from the bke. Miss Jordan looked at the chimneys carefully, as if making a mental note of their location. One morning, two weeks after the arrival of the Jordans, Edwards was stricken with astonishment to hear Bess Jordan address him as Mr. Tomp-I Tomp-I kins when , he rowed up in the morning as usual to take her out cn the water. He looked at her quickly and fancied he saw the ghost of a smile in her eyes. He had been furious furi-ous at himself half a dozen times for ever starting the deception, for B?ss Jordan was not a girl a man couli row out with day after day for weeks without feeling the charm which made her a belle at home. Perhaps if he return nothing is allowed to stand in the way. So now, dear, that I know what a wonderful girl you are 1 have a little confession to make." Which Thomas Edward3, clubman, lawyer and millionaire, thought w.'.s really a clever way of leading up to the disclosure of his real identitv. But tut girl was before him. "Farrlnn m T ,. ,. .. .... , ium 511e -l ve got a little confession to make myself. Or perhaps I'd better call you Mr. Edwards Ed-wards now." Mr. Edwards, alias Tompkins sat up straight against a white birch tree and looked at her. "You remember that first day you rowed us across to the island? I thought it queer then that an oarsman who was rowing-around locking for odd jobs shouid be wearing an old seal ring and that he should have the key of a college fraternity on his black "Well, father," said Miss Bess, with smile which would have brought any ether man to his knees, "it looks as though we'd come to the right place tor pastoral quiet, don't it?" But the Hon. Jabez simply pulled j the corners of his thin upper Hp further fur-ther down over his mouth. "It looks to me as though we were COing to be cast away on a desert 13-iand," 13-iand," he said. "If the ferry don't come out pretty oon we'll have to camp out in the woods all night." laughed the tantalizing tantaliz-ing Miss Jordan, "and I don't see any sign of their coming. Don't you think SSIMTT 1 vudin. men, too, I saw you wink -at Mr. Elliot when you took that dollar from papa. "You remember the day you pointed point-ed out the chimneys of the house where Thomas Tompkins, being yoar own august self, lived? I went over there and found the place occupied by a family of Norwegian farmers who had-irever hei.. J of a man by the name of Tompkins. Thomas you didn't deceive me for a minute. Three weeks ago I knew your name and all about you." "" "cwci cm mem, ratner? The Island is only three-quarters of a mile away, and the voice carries far over the, water.'! The Hoi. Jabea" Jordan - almost I sprained his ancient lungs, and Bess added her loudest cry to the appeal, out there was no sign of life on the Island. Presently, however, a big white skiff crept round a point in the shore. In it were two blue-shirted had been properly presented and 5ad appeared under his ri3ht name and in his proper role there might have been some chancOj but now He was complaining to Ell'io't 'about it one night. "I'm in love with her," he said. 'But here I am, known only as 'Tom' Tompkins, an oarsman, who has been accepting $2 a dav f.ir rr,wi a r- A ''" 6asped the breathless Edwards, do you propose to do now'" "I think," laughed Bess Jordan, that since I am engaged to marry Tom Tompkins Mr. Edwards had better bet-ter row me back to the island Unl s-of s-of course, he feels himself equal ' to making the matter clear to me and the Hon. Jabez Jordan. And even then I don't see how you can ever forgiv yourself for deceiving a poor, unso-" pbisticated girl from Chicago." The wedding will take place next October.-Chicago Tribune Come here," called Mr. Jordan sharply, as the boat came Into view "and take us over to the island. We're In a hurry." "Will you please go" began the Jnan at the oars as the peremptory order or-der reached him then, as his companion compan-ion punched him in the back and whiskered, whis-kered, "It's a pretty girl"-"down to the point, where we can get the boat close in to shore?" It was a short row to the Island Just fcefore they landed the Hon. Jabez Jordan Jor-dan handed the young man in the blue shirt a silver dollar. "Thank you!" was the answer. "Will you need an oarsman tomorrow'" Mr. Jordan could see no need of assistance as-sistance in that direction, but Miss Bess declared she intended spending every hour on the w: ter, and an en- the lake for the last two weeks ' Our joke is getting to be a mighty serious affair so far as I am concerned -I can't confess, because if I did she'd never speak to me again, and I swear I can't keep on rowing her out on the ake every morning without making love to her. She's one of the noblest girls in the world, I tell you. Elliot You ought to see the way she treats me-me, nobody but Tom Tompkins oarsman-and the way she looks at me sometimes!" "I tell you what, Edwards," said the sympathetic Elliot, "if I were you I'd go ahead and make love to her anyway any-way in your character as Tom Tompkins. Tomp-kins. If she'll have you in that ro!e you may be sure she loves you for yourself alone. It may be a dangerous danger-ous experiment, but I don't see any -..v o luaue ior g o'clock the next morning. "Well, for heaven's sake, Tom " said , one of the young men, as the skiff rowed row-ed away from the island, "what on earth are you going to do now'" tv,ThVm g0iDS to find "t who that pretty girl is, and, since I haven't the honor of her acquaintance I'm going go-ing to pose as her oarsman. I'm tired of fishing, and it's so dull here that in5 i a uiessing. rm sorry tfiere are not two of her. If there were you might get a job too " It took only a few minutes to disclose dis-close the identity of the beautiful Bess Jordan. Tom Edwards had heard her name often in the city, and knew he' by reputation as a society girl He told what he had discovered to Ss situaL 0t' thaeed that tle situation promised pleasant eomplica- youBat l, K?.ry 6Ver gets out n boys" " E'Il0t' "the "If it does get out I'll know who Is responsible, and it won't take ml long to get even with you." "What is your last name?" asked Ms Bess Jordan, as Edwards senHhe o?ning1DS ,Dt th6 ,ake tt t .atkWJM a 1uestI& on which Edwards Ed-wards had not counted hr.7b0dy Ca"s me'Tom." he said which was true enough tdLZ !Ahad heen at - Pulyall hrj Wlt,h put all his knowledge to the test tst,. wanted to know where the best fish- l5Plv,C,elWere- where water lilies IZZT- Whether there ere any oeara in the woods, and. finally she asked where he lived. He had got |