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Show THE DARK STAR By ROBERT W. CHAMBERS j Anthor of "The riring Line," "In Secret," "Tie Fighting Chance," "The Danger Mark," "Lorraine," j "Cardigan," etc. j . I CHAPTER III. IN EMBRYO. A child on the floor, flat on her stomach in the red light of the stove, drawing pictures; her mother by the shaded lamp mending stockings; her father reading; a faint odor of kerosene from the glass lamp In the room, and the rattle of sleet on roof and window; this was one or her cr.;iCtiOo5 memories which never faded through ail the- years of Ruhan-nah's Ruhan-nah's life. Qf her wakir.s: hours she preferred that ..jLi- ater supper when, lying prono on the worn carpet, with pencil and paper, lust outside the lamp's yellow circle of sight, her youthful imagination kindled and caught fire. For at that hour the magic of the Btovc's glown.g eyes transformed the sitting-room chairs to furtive watchers of herself, made of her mother's work table a sly and spidery thing on les. crouching crouch-ing "in ambush; bewitched the ancient cottage piano so that its ivory keys menaced men-aced her like a row of monstrous teeth. She adored It all. The tall secretary stared at her with owlish significance. Through that neutral veil whore lamplight lamp-light and shadow meet upon the wall, the engraved portrait of a famous and godlv missionary peered down at her out of altered and malicious eyes; the claw-footed, claw-footed, haircloth sofa was a stealthy creature offering to entrap her with wide, Inviting arms: three folded umbrellas leaned over the edge of their shadowy stand, lookfng down at her like scrawny and baleful birds, ready to p?ck at her with crooked handles. And as ior Adoniram. her lank black cat, the child's restless creative fancy was ever transforming him from goblin into warlock, from hydra to hippo-griff, hippo-griff, until the earnestness of pretense eent acreea'ole shivers down her back, and she edged a trifle nearer to her mother. But when pretense became a bit too real and too grotesque sne had always a perfect antidote. It was merely necessary to make a quick picture of an angel or two. a fairy prince, a swan, and she felt herself in their company, and delightfully protected. There was a night when the flowing roar of the gale outside filled the lamplit silence; when the snow was drifting level with the window sills ; when Adoniram, unable to prowl abroad, lay curied up ight and sound asleep beside her where she sat on the carpet in the stove radiance. radi-ance. Wearied of drawing castles and swans, she had been listening to her father reading passages aloud from the book 'on his knees to her mother who was sewing by the lamp. Presently he continued his reading: "I asked" Aiaro the angel: 'Which place is this, and which people are these?' "And he answered : "Tins place is the star-track ; and these are they who in the world offered no prayers and chanted ' no liturgies. Tnrough other works they have attained felicity.' " Her mother nodded, continuing to sew. Ruhannah considered what her father had rt?ad. then: "Father?" "Yes " fie looked down at "ier absently. ab-sently. "What were you reading?" "A quotation from the Sacred An-Ihoiog-." "Isn't prayer really necessary?' Her mother said; "Ves. dear." "Then how did those people who offered of-fered no prayers go to heaven?" Her father said: " "Eternal life is not attained by praise or prayer a'.ons, Ruhannah. Those things which alone justify prayer are also nec- i essary-." "What are they?" "What, we realiy think and what we do both only in Christ's name. Without these nothing else counts ery much neither form nor convention nor those Individual garments cahed creed and denomination, de-nomination, which belief usually wears throughout the world." Her mother, sewing, glanced gravely down at her daughter: "Your father is very to:e-aut of what other people believe as long as they really do believe. Your father thinks that t-'hrist would have found friends in Buddha and Mahomet." "Do such people go to heaven?" asked Ruhannah, astonished. "Listen." said her father, reading again: " 'I came to a place and I saw the souls of the liberal, adorned above all other souls in splendor. And it seemed to me sublime. " 'I saw the souls of the truthful who walked In lofty splendor. And it seemed to me sublime. " I saw the ouls of teachers and inquirers; in-quirers; I saw the friendly souls of Intercedes Inter-cedes ard peacemakers: and these walked brilliantly in the light. And it seemed to me sublime ' " He turned to his wife: or maybe a minister she was sufficiently sufficient-ly well bred and educated for any one of these. The winter of her seventeenth year found her still very much a child at heart, physically backward, a late adolescent, ado-lescent, a little shy, inclined to silences, romantic, sensitive to all beauty, and passionately pas-sionately expressing herself only when curled up by the stove with her pencil and the red light of the coals falling athwart the slim hand that guided it. She went sometimes to village par ties, learned very easily to dance, iuid no preferences among the youths of Gayfield. no romances. For that matter, mat-ter, w hile she v as liked and even furtively fur-tively admired, her slight shyness, reticence, reti-cence, and a vague, indefinite something about her seemed to discourage familiar rustic gallantry. Also, she was as thin and awkward as an overgrown lad, not thought to be pretty, known to be poor. But f-r all that more than one young man was vagueiy haunted at intervals by some memory of her gray eyes and the peculiar sweetness of her mouth, forgetting for-getting for the moment several freckles on the delicate bridge of her nose and several more on her sun -tanned cheeks. She had an agreeable time that winter, enchanted to learn dancing, happy at "showers" and parties, at sleigh rides and "chicken suppers." nd the various species spe-cies of village gaiety which ranged from moving pictures every Thursday and Saturday nights to church entertainments, entertain-ments, amateur theatricals at the town hall, and lectures under the auspices of the aristocratic D. O. F. Daughters of the Old Frontier. But she never saw any boy she preferred pre-ferred to any other, never was conscious con-scious of being preferred, excepting once 1 and she was not Quite certain about th It was old Dick Xeeland's son. Jim v;isUei uiiQerbtoud to hae been for several sev-eral years in Paris studying art and i who now turned up in Gayfield during 1 Christmas week. Kuhanuah remembered seeing him on several occasions when she was a little child. He was usually tramping across country' with his sturdy father, Iick Nee-land Nee-land of Xeeland's Mills an odd. picturesque pic-turesque pair with their suiter dogs and burnished guns, and old Dick's face as ; red as a wrinkled winter apple, and his hair snow-u hite. There was six years' difference be-t be-t ween their ages, Jim Neeland s and hers, and she had always considered him a grown and formidiinle man in those days. But that v. inter, when somebody . at the movies pointed him out to her. she was surprised to find him no older than the other youths she skated with and danced with. Afterward, at a noisy viiiage party, she saw him dancing with every girl in town, and the drop of Irish blnod in this handsome, careless young" fellow established estab-lished him at once as a fascinating favorite. fa-vorite. Rue became quite tremulous over the prospect of dancing with him. Presort ly her turn cam"; she rse with a sudden odd loss of fcelf-p-st.-&Mn as he was presented, pre-sented, stood dumb, shy. unresponsive, suffered him to It ad her out. became slowly conscious that he danc-d rather badiy. But awe of him persisted even when lie trod on hr slender foot. He brought her an ice afterward, and seated himself beside Vit. "I'm a ciumy danger," he said. How many f ines did 1 spike ou?" the flushfd and would have found a pleasant wrd to reas.-ure him. but discovered dis-covered nothing to say, it being perfectly perfect-ly patent to them bth that sh had retired re-tired frurn the floor v.jrh a slight limp. "I'm a team reiser. " he repeated .ir-ls?d .ir-ls?d v. "But ou dance very w e;l. don't you?" " have only learned to dance this i winter." "I thought you an expert. Do you live t here?" j I mean I live at Brook- i holh.-w." i "Kunny. I d"n't reivrr.bc!- yu. Be- i sid-v. I don't know oijr name peop mumble so whn tivy introduce a man." 'Tin R'jh.m.nnh i.'.tr-w," "Carew." he r-pea'-d, while a create came between Ins eyphrow. '' Brook- i hollow Oh.- I know! Your father Is j the retired missionary red huute facing ' the bridge." "Yvs " "Certainly," he said, taking another I'-'ok at h-r; "you're the little girl drvldy and I used to se across the fields uhri I we were shooting woodcock in the willows." wil-lows." " rememh'T you." she said. "I remember you!" She colored gratefully. "Because." he added, "dad and I were always afraid you'd wand- r into ranee and we'd pppr ou from the bush-s. You've grown a. lot, haven't you?" H J had a m-'. direct cir.ile. though h s ! spef-i-h and manners wore a tr'fle breezy, j confident ar.d sa n fa con. But ho wan I :tt thyt ;sg whi.'h su'e-ds the age of bump' inu n'-y with life and career before be-fore him. attainment, reahzaron. Mi'V---s, evfrytiunc the nr. st--ry of life holds for j a young inan who has just fiuntf opn i the -a'--rf and who takn the magic road to th- future with a stride instead of his i acmMoinf-d pace. j He MMj already a man wlrh a prof-s- j slon. and meant that she should become aware of it. Bater in the evening Fombody told her what a person. If had hecunu-. and she bec.-iifif oven more d'-plv thrilU-d. imprss'-d, and tremulously d:urous that he nould Mo-k lo-r out again, not venturing ven-turing to sf-k him. riot dreaming of encouraging en-couraging him to notice her by gl.ince or attitude no' pwn knowing, n yet. how-to how-to do Huch things. She thought he had j already forgotten hr existence, J But that thtH thin, freckh-d young i thing with gray ryes ought to h-.-im h"w : much of a rn:n he was remain! some- where in the ba-k of N'tf!atid'n h;d; and wlu-n he hr-ard his hof-ts Fay that wni-' wni-' body would hav; u see Hue i.'arpw honif i : h" offr-r' d to do It. o nd presently Wnt j i over and aski-d the girl if ho might not I too patronizingly. In the cutc-r. u n d r fur. with t ho I moonlight fiecirically brilliant and th world burh'd In whlto, phe. ventured to , spfak of hi?) a-'t, timidly, as in the pres-fciicr- of th viiry grr-tt. "Oh, y'-M." h Miid. "7 Ft ud led In j Paris. 'W ish I w.re ba.-k thr-r". But ; I've got to dra w for magazine and II- lust rated p:ipf th; K"t to make a living. ; you b e. I teach at tho Art League, , too," 1 I "I f ow ha ppy you must be In your career!" r,: K.aid, devoutly meaning it, knowing no ln-iti-r than to say It. "It's a business," ho corrected her, kindly. " Hut yes but It Is art, too." "Oh. art!" he laughed. Jt was tho "To see and know is sublime. "SYe know, Mary; and Kuhanuah is intelligent. But in spite of her faith in what she has learned from us, like us siie must one day travel the common way, seeking seek-ing for herself the reasons and the evidences evi-dences of immortality." "Perhaps her taith, YVilbour " "Perhaps. But, with the intelligent, faith, which is emotional, usually follows belief; and belief comes only from reasoning. rea-soning. I thiiiK that Kuhaimah is destined des-tined to travel the way 01 ail intelligence when sho is reauy to think for herseu." "I am ready now," said the girl. "I have laith m our Bord Jesus, ana in my father aiid mo trier." Her lather looked at her: "It is good building material. Some day, God willing, you shall build a very !ouy temple w;ih it. But the foundation founda-tion of tho temple must iirst be certain. Intell.gence ultimately requires reasons tor belief. ou will have to seek them for yourself, Ruhannah. Then on them buila your shrine of taith; and nothing snail shake it down." "I don't understand." "And I cannot explain. Only this; as you grow older, all around you in the world you will become aware of people, countless millions and millions of people, asking themselves ready with with the slightest encouragement, or without it, to ask you the question which is thu most vital of all questions to them. And whatever way it is answered always they ask for evidence. You, too, will one day ask for evidence. All the world asks for it. But few recognize it as evidence when it is offered." tie closed his book and dropped a heavy hand upon it. "Amid tiie myriad pursuits and interests inter-ests and trades and professions of the human race, amid their multitudinous aspirations, perplexities, doubts, passions, endeavors, deep within every intelligent man remains one dominant desire, one persistent question to ba answered if possible." pos-sible." "What desire, father?" ''The universal desire for another chance for immortality. Man's never-ending never-ending demand for evidence of an immortality im-mortality which shall terminate for hnn the most tremendous of all uncertainties, which shall solve lor him the most vital of aii questions: Yhat is to become of him after physical death? Is he to live again ? Is he to see once more those whom he loved the best?" Ruhannah sat thinking in the red stove light, cross -legged, her siim ankles j clapped in ei tiier hand. "But our souls lire immortal,'1 she said at last. I "Yes." I "Our Lord Jesus has said it." 1 "Ves." "Then why should anvbodv not believe it?" "Try to believe it always. Particularly after your mother and I are no longer here try to believe it. You are unusuaJly intelligent : and if some day t your intelligence discovers that it requires re-quires evidence for belief, seek for that evidence. It is obtainable. Try to recug-nize recug-nize it when you encounter it. Only, in any event, remember this: Xeier alter your ear'y until, never destroy your childhood's belief until evidence to prove the contrary convinces you." "So. There is no such evi- ! dence. Is there, father?" "I know of none." "Then," said the girl calmly. "I shall take Christ's evidence that I shall live again if I do no evil. Father?" "Yes." "Is there any evidence that Adoniram has no soul?" "E know of none." "Is there any that he has a soul?" "Yes. T think there is." i "Are you eure?" "Not entirely." "I wonder," mused the girl, looking gravely at the sleeping cat. It was the first serious doubt that Ruhannah Ru-hannah had ever entertained in her brief I career. That night she dreamed of the Yellow j Devil In ilerr Wilrier's box, ard, aw ak - I Ing. remembered her dream. Jt seemed I odd, too. because, she had not even thought of the Yellow Devil for over a i year. But the menacing Movgul figure seemed I bound to intrude into her life once more j and demand her attention as though resentful re-sentful of long oblivion and neglect; for. a week later, an old missionary from Indo-China a native Chinese who had lectured at the Bapt i.-t church in Gayfield Gay-field the evening previous, came to pay his respects to the Rev. Wiibour Carew. And Rue had taken the Yello'v Devil from the olive-wood box that day and was busily making a pencil draw ing of It. At sight of the figure the native missionary's mis-sionary's narrow almond eyes opened extremely ex-tremely wld. ard he leaned on the table and regarded the bronze demon very intently. in-tently. i Then he took from his pocket and adjusted ad-justed to his nose a pair of larg, horn spectacles; and he carefully examined i the Chinese characters engraved on the base of the ancient broriz"-, following them slowly -with a yellow and claw like forefinger, "Can you read what Is written there?" Inquired the Rev. M r. Carew. "Yes, brother. Tin.-" is what is written: writ-ten: ' am IJrlik. Ruhr of Chaos and of All that Was. The old order p;is.?es wlu-n I arrive. 1 bring confusion among the peoples; I hurl down emperors; kingdoms crumble whre I pas:-;; the world begins to rock and tip, spilling nations into outer darkness. When there are no more kingdoms and no more kings ; no more empires and no emperors; and when only the humble till, the blameless sow, trie pure reap; and when only the teachers teach-ers teach in the shadow of the Tree, and when the Thinker si's unsMrring under the high star?, then, from the dark edges of the world I let go my grap and drop into those immeasurable deeps from which I came J, Krlik, Ruler ot All that Was.' " After a silence the Rv. Mr. Carw asked whether tho figure was a very old on1. "It is before the period called '7 Ian' a dynasty during which the Mongols wore a mighty people. This inscription h; Mongol. Mon-gol. Krlik was the Yellow Devil of the Mongols." "Not a heathen god, then?" "No, a heathen devil. Their Prince of Darkness." Ruhannah. pencil in hand, looked curiously curi-ously at thus heathen Prince of Darkm-SH, arrived out of tho dark ages to sit to her for his scowling portrait. - "I wonder what he thinks of America." sh- said, partly to herself. The native missionary urn i I'd, picked up the Yellow Devil, shook the figure, liMming. "There in something lnflde." h Paid; "perhaps jpwHs. If you drilled a hole hi him you could find out." The Rev. Mr. Carew nodded a b .n t iy : " en ; it might ho worth while," he bald. I "If there is a Jewel." repeat. -d thoulM-1 thoulM-1 slonary. "you had bette- t;-ke it, 'then I r.-ist away the flgur". Crlik brings dn-uter dn-uter to the land where his imago Is bet i up." The Reverend Mr. Carew untiled at his ChlnefjM and Christian confrere's Ineradicable Ineradi-cable vein of fliiperntition. CHAPTER IV. : THT-: TRODOKN WAY. There came tho Indeterminate ea r when Ruha n na h finished fir h on I and t .If ro whm no money available to ?e:id her ei-w ei-w hero for further embellishment, no farther far-ther horizon than the t,ky our th Gay-n Gay-n Id liillfi. no other perspective ihan the main M reef of ;a v field, with the knitting knit-ting mill f t th" end of it. So Into Gayfield null th girl waiWd. and found a p!ac- 1 1 u m-d la t I v among I he unskilled. A nd h r career apt" -i ' -d to he. pr 'determined now, and h'r d'-tluv a nlmple one fo !l' 1n ;hare the toil li t.d t h.) giUetlf h oT Ca vfleid with lh" majority of Mo- other giC she knew; to ii.trtv, 'li I Itnal ' Iy, momm- boy, tome cerh in one of the CavCi Id f'tor"', rome f. inner I. id. .erhap-. poMibl.v a fichonl leac,T or ii lo'.il i.iwyir or phv-ihlan, or pofciilhly tho head of Homo d p.i 1 1 mjiit In Die mill. "K she very beautiful"" e'oe added. "She s t rtmendou;y pretty." "H'r 1 ''he are ry heaut:ful, I sup-p. sup-p. .'" xrnt'ired Ru-. "Well they're cry smart . Kve-y-thtr g ftb-ut her is sir. irt. Her Sunday nitlit suppers are w'.nd.-rf ul. Yu m.-e. pe. .-,;? who tl thincs all sort revcry-U revcry-U dy w I 'i is r-omelvdy." ; lit- turned ! h-T frankly: "I think imsCf very lucky that the, J,nii',s M:',ch.-nka should be uy frnd. , !i"i-ui-", h'no-stly. Miss I'aiew. 1 don t pee what there s in me to tnterot such .1 Weill. m." Uu thought the could see, but re-mained re-mained s;.-nt. ' If I had my way," taid N-el.uid. a few momentn Kter. "I'd dr-'p ust ra 1 1 r g ard p.unt battle scenes. Hut it wouldn't pay, I'M f-t'C '"Couldn't ' nij support ourse!f by paint: nvr b:i! 'es ?' "Not yet." he said honestly. "r'f course IT i.ive h"p'-s intontiotis " he laukrl-.vii. 'drew h : reins: the s : l c ry h i m-s clashed and jingled and firshed in the, m r. 1 : '. t : t h e v I a d a rr : v e d . At th- dr he sa.d: 1 "I bore s.-'"e day . u'll hav a chance J t take it:S-':. Thank you icr c.-.r.c:::g I w:-:i If cu ejr do coi-.e to j New York to stud v. 1 hope vu'li let ir.e j know." "es." she said. "I w;.t." Tie wa ii.iif.v.iy to h:s s'e-.ch, locked I ,i . k . s . i w her look i r c b .i c k a.s she e n -t. red ti e he:; ted d .vrw.iv, 'h od r.itnt. Kje." siiid in.pulsive- j lv. w ar-:.: v . -rrv f r hvr. "Cj.-d r-cht." she said. I The drop of Irh M.od in Y'.rr. prompt- f J him to co hack t. whertp s h ?:o-s3 Iramtd in the lichtrd wa.o. Ard the s.it-ih drop .c5 no d'.uh: rep"-ons;b.e f-r his ta k:ng her by t !-e v. a:st ar.d til irg ra.-'K her ivad in its fur hood ard k;ss-u.if k;ss-u.if her sot', warn; l:p.. locked up at him in a fushed. e-wiah'r.-d scrt of way. not r. s; t . re ; bJt h;s ts were so cay ar.d m :o ous. a i d his 1 1 u : - - k s : i , . e s e n c a c ; n c t h a : a br a : hit s. i:n- rt.un s;r;:'e btfn to e:c? I h r lips. r.r:'i it rcv.a ;m d stan.pod t'r.erc. "Cin Y-d. U:e w-ndJw -ii - ' -. ru.:ei to her cr.r. P. - irg or acair. tl-.r 7 L " ' r.ir.c; and Ne-?la:.i 5 -";'' ' fore her open ey-;?. uti vo;ce seerr.ed t? be t:":ri::-i :- As for the kiss. :t c:l r.-:: - G:rls she went w.th werer:t iy so saluted by Lvys. - ow n first exprr.erce w?.s the experience screea? A"-cal.ed. A"-cal.ed. revtvei .i c: r.?::?: this ourg mar ltd ar. ervr.i":-. - - :h;: such as he were . " Princess !ts;ch-?ki." r'- alud to ht-sel: A-i :; ed vag-jely iam:i:ar :c y f s ' other voice pro- " ' To he cont:r-:ei :;r:-r fashl-.-n th:'t vi-wr to ti:c worn art wit , mentioned 1 taction from too ir.Uv a p.ib- , bie. "M don'; busy o'irslfs w.'h art; we busy OUI' Ie'.- with li-,-'Iievt. V hen t'o-y use my ptuff I ft--! I'm li- tio-c c-n. wu see." he admitted with reiucr.itit honesty, hon-esty, "'n out.' a It ;-! h'lvr-nt had very much of my stuff In lnaaitu- yet." After a silence. rur:ed by an Instinctive truthfulness whii-ii always epuil d any littiTj plan 10 s'a.i-it; "I'vr had (-ever..1 well. al"Ut a d-'i-n pictures reprod .in-il " one picture accepted by anv macar'-o-; would Iium awt-d h-r suf i':ci nt i y. The: mre fact that he was an artl.-t had be-n , enouph to Imprc--. h-r, "Io you car- ior that s Tt of thin drawing. paintu-K. 1 mean?" he m-juiredl kindly. . I She drew a quick breath, .steadied her oic. and fa. id sue did. ' "Perhaps ou ir.iy turn out -stuff y ur- I eel f soine day." She sea r-'e ; y V, r c w how to 1 a 1- he w-ord "stuff." icue!- she surn'.ised Jt to be pr-d' ssici;al crnac ;.ar. She admit ti-d shyly that he cari-d for not h i i' tz so much as d'a w 1 mr. Th.it she lotuced f"r Instru-tion, Put that puch a dream was hopel.-ss. At first lie did tint comprehend that poverty barred the kh to her; he itrjted Iter to rulMatr her Talent, bestowed advice ad-vice oiiu'-'riutik' the Art l.unif. boardini; houses, h ijd l"s. ';ivs, nn'aiii and end?; until sh" f.!t ohht-ed to tell hini how-far how-far beyond her means such majcie f'pkn-dors f'pkn-dors lay. He renia tried s i lent, sorry" for her. thinking also iliat the chanves w rre against her liavtm? any parncuiar talent, c o n o I i n i; a heart ll:.it was unusual':.-svtnpalhetie unusual':.-svtnpalhetie and tender with th" conclusion conclu-sion that this tirl would be happier here In Brookhol'.o w- than scratcliiriic aroutnl the pm lleua of New York to make both ends meet. "It's a lo'Uh deal," lie remarked abruptly. "I mean this art stuff. You work lik the dlcUen and hh-k nur heei In anterooms. If they fake your stuff they send you hack to alter it or rrdraw It. I don't know how any!"dv makes n livlnjf at It In the heKinnlnft-" "I 'on'! you "I? No." Me reddened; but she could not notice It In the nio-mliht. "n," he repented; "I have nn allowance from my father. I'm new at it et." "Couldn't a ma 11 a k'irl support ber-felf ber-felf by diawinc pictures for mai;a7.i ties ?" she Inquired t re mu Uup-d y . "(di, well, of roiir-e there aro fumo who have arrived and they manane to et on. S'Miiu even mako wad-., you ktU'W." "Y-wads?" slie rlepea t ed. tnyst if led. "I mean a lot of money. There's that rlrl on the Star. .lean Thronsel, who maken all kinds of wraith, they nav, out of her Ppldety, filmy kirlw In ringlet and cheesecloth dinner Ro "Oh!" "Yrs, Jean Thro-.se, and Hint Way-thorne Way-thorne jfirl, lielinda Winthnrri", you know -doe.s all that stuff for the I.ookliiK Jin mm- futurist Lrafl. no mouths on tirr people fi e makei h ith, I understand." It uas tath-T difficult for Kue to follow fol-low him amid the vernacular mae;;. "Then, of course." he continued, "men like, Alexander I'airlee,, and l'hihp UrM. wood who Imitate..-; hhn, muk" fortune! out of their drawing. I iuld name a dozen, perhaps. Hut tho rest hard sh d-dlntt. d-dlntt. MIrm l a rew !" It very hard?" "Well. I don't know w lint on earth I'd do If dad didn't back nie 111 h!s fancy. " "A father oupht to, if h,i can afford U." "Oh. I'll pay iiiv wav t.onin dav. It's In me. I feel U; I know If. I'll make plenty of money," he lu-e tired her conndently. "I'm sure you w ill " "Thank ou." In- 1 uilbd. "Mv friend, te'l me I've K.,t ll pi tue I have ope friend In particular lb" lY'ncew ltst-.henka ltst-.henka who hai all ktnd.-i of conf ii..ticr In my future. W l n I'm bin- -he hoi .'Iter.'! lite Up. She " (tte WO tl d I f 1 1 1 . owe her a lot f"r a-klnir up to 1 , r Sun 'l-tv niKliia and fi'r Kivin me her fileud-Bhlp." fileud-Bhlp." .--a prlliiTM""" whl-p.ied the rs who had ili.i'.vn pl-tuien ..f t luuinn nd-t. bnl wat ll llttie . (allied to re:ili.e th;it nil. i ftihled Cf'.tu.eM M e |