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Show THE rSI eonfiutHT av tmc loaae inaajg cosvjr " rwMmjfl mm PART FOUR e bosom V Darbury seethed and bubbled, and f consumed endless tea, over the broken engagement of Hugh and Barbara. It Is always easier to criticize other people's actions with the aid of this soothing beverage. It seems to enhance one's own sense of respectability in a world of sin. Nobody was surprised, of course Nobody ever is on such occasions. Everybody knew that something would happen which is always a safe conjecture. But what everybody did not know concerning the latter thrill was the real reason. And herein lay the cause of the emptying tea caddies. Unfortunately, Miss Davles was In London attending Christmas meeting over "fallen girls," so the mystery remained unsolved. But tb weed of suspicion grew Into a lust7 tree. Again, and in louder tones, the question arose: What happened on the island? It was known that the Kochdales and Mrs. Stockley were deeply upset, the latter exceedingly wroth ; but the two most affected kept their own counsel. The only ray of comfort to Barbara in her wretchedness lay in her aunt's absence. The relations between her mother and herself were of the coldest. Mrs. Stockley never forgot her position as a beacon, nor her Honorable Grandmother's gracious act In establishing her own identity with the county. This marriage between her daughter and Darbury's future squire had been her dearest ambition. Now, for no tangible reason, this ambition revived with the girl's return was hurled to the ground. Not easily could Mrs. Stockley view the dashing of her hopes. The scene between them had been stormy. She had wept, cajoled and upbraided, exasperated by the other's irrevocable demeanor. "You are throwing away what many would give their eyes to possess !" she cried at last. "What will people say? There has been enough talk already. You confess you still care for Hugh " "Oh, yes, yes 1" Interrupted Barbara impatiently. "But that's not sufficient. It's not a woman's love for a man; that's quite a different thing. I know." "Don't talk like a novelette I" her mother broke In querulously. Then, suddenly, her eyes narrowed and her thin face sharpened. "How do you know?" she asked meaningly. Barbara was momentarily off her guard, not realizing her slip. The other woman pursued the advantage. "Answer me, Barbara! I have not hitherto pressed for the confidence that was my due In spite of the gos sip which has come to my knowledge. You owe It to us all, now. to give an account of your life upon that island. Did anything happen there to cause this step?" The girl stood looking down into the fire, nncertaln of her reply, for a few moments. Her mother gave a little click with her lips. we "Ah 1" she said decisively, thought so!" Thought what?" cried Barbara, turning sharply. "That there had been some nonsense between you and that man, un chaperoned as you were." The girl's eyes smoldered ominously. r and she set ner teem, uer roomer, exasperated by this reticence, continued with Increasing anger: "I ought never to have given my consent. I always knew he was an unscrupulous type of man I never trusted him ! But you at least should have known better. after your very careful upbringing. If his Ideas were 1 loose . friend to another throughout Darbury that, during her sojourn upon the island, Barbara became the victim Continued. 18 .a with young an' an" partin', an', sinking voice, "I luved 'lm I Oh, mlas I I did. Indeed I . . ." The hand on her arm tightened Its grasp. I know . . "Yes, Jenny. Then for a few moments she fell silent, reflecting upon the varied and extraordinary results the high resolves and sacrifices, the Impetuous, folly, the loss of all principles achieved by that "terrific force," . . . "What has happened since ?" She glanced at the child. "My aunt sent you to a 'home,' I think?" "Yes, miss. Afterward I got work; but the baby was delicate an I couldn't 'ave 'lm with me. An' it's bin the same all along. I've bin out of work now wl" 'lm fur weeks, an' all me money well-nig- h gone. So I cum 'orae to mother, an' she she's turned me away." . . . The sobs broke out afresh. "I dunno w'ere to go nor w'at to do . . . I wish I was dead! I was wonderln', there by the lake. d BY CLIVE ARDEN of an unrequited passion. This added spice to the mystery, while whetHng curiosity. Did her companion never guess? Could any man, in such cir cumstances, be so blind or so pla- tonic? Curious glances followed her ; voices were lowered when she appeared ; a constraint became obvious In her pres ence. . . . Well aware of it all, she threw it off with a shrug, scorn adding to the misery of her heart as she dragged through the days. Occasional ly her mother forced the subject open again. 'If Hugh ever wishes to renew the engagement," she said once, "I Insist upon your doing so." "I couldn't possibly, mother!' "Why not? The other man is dead. . . You can't ruin your life over an Infatuation of that sort. . . ." The Kochdales are such old friends," she moaned, another time. "You don't consider how I miss them how this all affects me!" "But you can continue your friend ship. Why not?" asked the girl, having grown unaccustomed to Darbury habits. This, however, was contrary to all custom ; and a certain estrangement between the two families began, as a matter of course. . . . Barbara tramped the common In all weathers, consumed with a restlessness that would not let her sleep, unable to find peace of mind In any occupation. Coming back from one of these tramps two days before Christmas. she noticed. In the gathering dusk of the short afternoon, a woman's figure standing near the lake, a small child In her arms. With a casual glance, the. girl was entering the cottage gate. when she heard her name uttered low, like a faint exclamation. She turned quickly, peering with puzzled brow through the gloom ; then recognition dawned in her face. Jenny Grant!" She re"Jenny? membered she had not seen the girl since her return. "What are you doHome for Christmas?" ing, Jenny? she asked kindly, presuming her to be now in service somewhere. There was no reply ; and, aware of the shyness of such village maidens, she continued : "Where are you working now?" "I I ain't got no work. Miss Bar bara." The Tolce trembled on a sob. Bar bara glanced at her quickly again, and realized the child's presence. A dim memory of one among the many choice morsels recently recounted for her own benefit returned to her mind. . . . "Oh, Jenny!" she cried Involuntarily; then stopped, as the girl, biding her face on the sleeping child, burst Into a passion of tears. Taking her " Iter quick anger "Stop, mother!" mounted. "You don't know what yon are saying. He was the soul of honor. And because of It I yes, I grew to love him with all my heart. I couldn't help It. I shall love him intll I die," she cried recklessly, throwing hercelf Into a chair and burying her head. "You mean to any," asked Mrs. Stockley sarcastically, "that It Is 'the soul of honor' to take advantage of a To lure her girl's lonely position? from the man " "He did not I" She sprang angrily to her feet; then realized, too late, the wisdom of Hugh's warning. Her mother laughed Incredulously Then you gave him your affection unasked? You behaved like a sentl mental schoolgirl threw yourself at his head. In fact?" Anything wa better than exposing Alan's name to the fate awaiting It If the truth oor.ed out. She caught at this straw, anxious to end the ordeal. "If yott Ilk to think so. He cer tainly nevsr asked me to care for him. But I couldn't help It, aha re peated. Thus It wit whispered from ose "How Do You Know" arm, she led her to a seat placed near the lake, saying nothing until the At of weeping had subsided. There was no need of words. In Barbara's face and heartfelt exclamation Jenny had read the knowledge she had learned to dread awakening, mingled with sympathy she had never yet encountered. Of her own accord, at last, she began a stumbling explanation. "'E was a sailor, miss. . . . 'B was goln' to marry me. but was ordered audden-loik- e back to Ms ship; an' then 'e 'e got the 'monla an' died. . . . But ' would 'a' married me, all right I 'B would I" She spoka with a defiance which the listening girl understood well. "We was wrong, I know," she treat on, "but w was " "No, no, no! Don't say it, Jenny I We we'll think of something." Perhaps It was more than natural averIf NEPHI, UTAH S, ... KIM HEAVEN a. TIMES-NEW- Poor Mr. Horne was rendered speechless. Barbara seized the opportunity of forwarding her original purpose. "I wanted to see you, tonight, about Jenny Grant." Jenny Grant?" he echoed, still dazed. In a few sentences she acquainted him with the facts, ne looked at her. by tho light of his bicycle lamp, in yet more astonishment; then, with an air of profound melancholy, shook his bead and sighed again. "They are chapel people. Miss Stock- ley. It is not my business to Interfere." "But surely I Whatever difference does that make? It's only a loan of a few pounds I will pay you back " "You don't understand these mat ters. If we begin lending money to those who are but suffering the rewards of their sins If we encourage them to expect " Barbara turned away. "If only Mrs. Field were here!" she muttered Involuntarily. "Mrs. Field? I saw her at the sta 1 - d long-draw- ..." e, r ' p if ffifffi "I ii 14 it it i la l I Ft-f- fp u J 13 iumui tzztzztjiL 7" Xniiiizq p a " to 5T- &r T - - iS" zT is milVmal SO SI M"' " TTiMfii Si 7T7T ana is 7f 7TT mm. 117. "! 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"Come with me," she said. Mrs. Stockley, making out a list of necessities for a systematically organized parish tea, presently listened aghast to her daughter's impetuous explanation and extraordinary request To stay "That girl Jenny Grant In my house? My dear Barbara, I won't hear of such a thing Whatever would people say? A wicked little where Is she now?" "Martha Is giving her food. She was starving." Her mother gasped. She rose uncertainly, as if on the point of frustrating this disposal of her goods; then something In the girl's expression caused her to resume her seat. "Oh, well ! She can have some food. But then she Is to go, Barbara " "Where?" Mrs. Stockley fidgeted with her writ ing paper. "That s no concern of mine. Her mother must look after her. Your aunt will be back tonight. She will do something" "Oh! I Love Him So. . . ." Baifeara- - waved this Idea to a pace unmentionable. "VTI11 you lend her being taken In quite the wrong spirit. money to reach Edinburgh? I haven't But one must be broadmlnded; one must not give up those in sin and got enough loose cash " He would send her that "Certainly not I I might never see darkness. little book. . . . It again." The girl abruptly left the room at this point, with another impulsive res VI olution. An anchor at last. In a merciless Half an hour later, after extricating her charges from Martha's distinctly sea ! Thus did It seem to the girl stum grim ministrations, she rang the bell at the "House of the Moor," and de- bling hurriedly across the dark com posited them In the friendly arms of mon. The windows of the house blazed the housekeeper of that harbor where forth a pathway of welcome, long beall were welcome, "Mrs. Field won't fore its refuge was reached. Then a maid opened the door; mind," she said. "I shall be back bright-facesoon." She hurried away across the and that subtle sense of radiant dark paths; then turned along the warmth which Is only possessed by a house or person when the spirit of It Is road leading to the vicarage. "Surely the vicar will help." she at the. helm stole out and enveloped . . With a sigh muttered to herself. "If only I had her. the money handy myself " Down the she entered the cheerful hall. One swift searching glance at the road skirting the wall, a bicycle lamp came flashing. A dark form flew past sharpened white features of the girl the girl; then, with a scraping of hurrying up the stairs, and the woman brakes and rattle of springs, Jumped In the fur traveling coat caught the extended hands and drew her close off and hurried back. "Ah ! Miss Stockley I I have wanted Into her arms. "Oh, Bab darling!" came the cry to see you. . . ." The vicar's voice sounded unusually from her heart's depth. A convulsive clinging of thin arms; subdued. "I was Just coming to see you, Mr. no words were needed. . . . Here was, at last, the blessed peace of Horne," Barbara replied. . . . Understanding. am I of Ah! very glad "Ileally? door When the of her den was that. I hoped you would." "Why?" she Inquired, In genuine closed behind them the elder woman raised the girl's face and looked long surprise. "Because well, to be candid, I have Into the sunken eyes, with those deep gray ones which bore such resem felt much troubled about you." "Indeed?" she sold, as he paused. blance to another's that Barbara her breath. She remembered lie wheeled his bicycle nearer and caught once thinking his lacked their won There somewhat spoke hesitatingly. was that about Barbara, nowadays, derful tenderness. But she . had seen . . It grow there Intensified. which seemed to check his bland plati "Ah!" she cried, "how I wanted tudes. I" "I have been genuinely pained." he you want to "I keep you here for Christcontinued In his pedantic manner, "at mas," Mrs. Field said. "Will you your continued refusal to take up your I am leaving afterward. Miss old work In the parish, and your ab stay? traveled bark with me, so your sence from church. Both have been a Davles does not need you." She saw mother as to real grief to me, your the flash of unutterable relief cross the they have mother. I am overjoyed, therefore. girl's face, and turned to the door. If, at last" Within a few minutes a letter had "Yon are been dispatched to Mrs. Stockley, In "No!" she Interrupted. I can't do either." mistaken. structions given to the housekeeper, "But my their outdoor clothes removed He gave a deep sigh. and dear Miss Stockley when one's duty they were back In the little sitting lies plain " room. "Mr. Horne!" she Interrupted again, Mrs. Field knelt and poked the lire In a note of suppressed passion her Into a bright blaze, then looked up at voice, "If you met a blind man. would the silent figure beside her. Her eyes you send him as guide to a party of followed those of the girl toward the tourists?" writing table and the photograph upon "Er no," he said, bewildered. It. . . . And she understood. She She laid her hand on his bicycle, rose to her feet. And all the peculiar and the passion rose In her hurried magnetism, which drew people of words. every class and creed to this woman, "Suppose your wiiole life your shone In her face, seemed to Tlbrat thoughts, your motives, tastes. Ideals, In the hand she held out. As the faith had been taken and changed other caught at It, the sealed chamber then whirled around and dashed to the of her tortured heart burst open In ground, so that so that you were one agonized cry: "I love blm . . . 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