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Show TELEGRAM SERIAL: TONY' Uttle smile with which be had Mid, "Tony and I understand each ether, perfectly." No, nothing she could evsr do would give her her revenge. But vividly she conjured scenes to her mind a teen, la which, mysteriously reduced to abject ab-ject penury, he waa forced to beg his Irving from her. While the made him apologize humbly tor troubling her before the gave him the Job of cutting wood for her fires. Outside, the snow laid soft fingers fin-gers on the uncurtained windows. Tony's thoughts changed a little. Now the saw herself, helplea from some accident, lying in the snow outside the gate, ef Holm. Decay and refusing In one last dying gesture ges-ture to be carried to the warmth and comfort within. That would show hint that the wasn't a coward. It would make up for having Just now let him see her fear. He had believed that she had no courage: and neither, shs reflected sadly, had she. Alan Fleming couldn't know how In the old days one had been so often beaten that terror had gone with one, night and day, and courage had been knocked out ef one for ever. To Be Continued Wedneeday Caaltaaa Tnm rrmll.s rsa turned toward the door. Perhaps, she thought tremulously, he would let her off the final humiliation of aa apology. "Come her Tony," aid that quiet voice. Toe have not apologised." apolo-gised." Then was a little silence. She did not raise her eyes. A confusion of rage and fear filled her heart, but far was uppermost. "I -I Tm sorry for what I did," the murmured at last. "Very well." Re croat d to the door and opened It for her. "You have learned a very useful lesson, young woman," he said, "though you may not thjnk so." She stopped to stare up at him. "I hate you I I hate you!" In a second, sha had streaked past htm. Like a flash sh. waa down tha short length of paaage. The door of her room closed behind her. She at down on the edge of ha bed, trembling, and not with the cold of that fire leu room. The tears of helplea anger ran down on to the old woolly drealng gowa. "Oh oh " no redrea. No hop. of revenge. Sh. could do nothing to touch Alan Fleming. If she were to do anything, and a dozen schema of vengeance flitted through her thoughts, he would know who bad done It, and then-she then-she made a little quick movement. Clasping her knees, she rocked herself to and fra. On, the time that must paa before the eould become really, anassallably mature. ma-ture. Sh. saw herself a few years hence, a woman of the world, meeting meet-ing her brother-in-law at a dinner party being rude lo him In the clever, delicate, witty manna which by thea she would have learned. No, It waa useless. Sha saw the little emlle with which he would regard her--that tame |