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Show efflfflMENS CHILDREN Nr3r Auticrjo'TJTB PJONTER, IlhistTticTisnr c? 'w4 DGM J. WVIN (jryriglit KWgJtjr Tie BOUBS-MiraiL CO. t money. liar you never thought of I buying her off?" ' He looked at Mn. Ryan and tnt , her eyes staring anxiously and, in a t tort of way, ahyly Into his. "Yei," wild la a low voice, "I ! have." -Have you tried It?" I -No 1 Il don't think I dared." the auld alninit desperately. "It was my last trump." He realized, and, though h was un- moved by It, he felt the pathos of thla admission from the proud and combative woman who had ao Ion and ao successfully domineered over , her world. I "I suppose It la a sort of death bed I remedy," he anld, "but It seems to ; me It's about time to try It Your i Idea that ahe's going to wait til! you I die and then claim part of the estate i as Domlnlck' wife Is all very well, but she's not the kind of woman to i be willing to wait patiently through i the rolling years on thro thousand I dollars per annum. She's a good bit older than he Is and It Isn't making i her any happier to see her beat days passing with nothing doing. I should think you stood a pretty Rood chance of getting her to listen to reason." I "Offering her a autn down to leave , him?" she said, looking at the Ore, I her brows knit. , "Exactly. Offer her a good sum on , the stipulation that she loaves him i nnd goes away to New York or Ku-, Ku-, rope. Then in the course of time she , can write Iilm asking him to grant her . a divorce on some such technical . grounds as desertion, or Incompatibility, Incompatibil-ity, or anything else that's respectable. respect-able. He'll have to give It to her. He can't do anything else. And there you are!" "What If she refuses?" sbe said In a low voice, and he saw she was afraid of this refusal which would shatter her lust hope. "Raise your offer," he answered briskly. "She probably will refuse the first time." She pondered, eying the fire with heavy Immobility. "Yes," she SHld, nodding. "It sounds reasonable. It's about the only thing left." "If I can be of any assistance to 1 ' heard the slnrle note of half past three chime from the clock on the mantelpiece. Outside he stood for a moment on the top of the marble steps, looking downward with absent eye- completely engrossed with the Just-ended Just-ended conversation, parts of which repeated themselves In his mind as he stared unseelngly down the wide, unencumbered un-encumbered vlnta of the street. Carrluges flushed past through strips of sunshlno; automobile whirred by. leaving dust and gasoline In their wake. On the sidewalks there were many foot passengers: laztly sauntering couples, lovers, family parties, par-ties, and little groups bound for the cars which would whisk them over the dunes to the park. As he slowly began to descend, one of tnese groups, formed of three women, a man, and a child, approached the bottom of the steps. They were walking down the avenue In a clone, talkative bunch. Tbe descending magnate was apprised of their proximity by the high, cackling sound of the women's voices and ao aura of perfume which extended from them Into the surrounding other. He paid no attention to them, his eye, with Its look of Inward brooding, passing pass-ing Indifferently over the faces turned eagerly toward him. They were not so unmoved. Their glnnces were trained full on Iilm, tbelr eyes wide In the unblinking Intensity of their scrutiny. Even the child, who was skipping along beside the eldest of the women, Inspected him with solemn sol-emn care. Hrushlr.g by In their gay Sunday raiment they drew together to discuss him, their heuds In a cluster, their voices lowered. He wns so used to being the object of such Interest that he did not bother to look at them, and was therefore unaware that one of the women, quite pretty, with reddish hntr and dark eyes, hud turned as she moved away und surveyed Iilm over her shoulder. CHAPTER XII. Bsrny Makes a Discovery. It was near eleven o'clock on that same Sunday morning, when Iterny, wrappered and heavy-eyed, emerged from her room. She shuffled down th 1Vt.it .it never come back, and Terry's smart enough, but not tbe kind you can bank on. Jack's a good, straight boy. Cornelia couldn't do better." bet-ter." "That's what I think," said the mother, moth-er, who, however, looked grave and worried. "Cornelia's thirty. It's time for her to settle, and she'll make a good wife. They'll live here, too. There'll be no kicking up of their heads and going off to Europe or New York and thinking themselves too good to come back to California, like Maggie Duffy and her baronet. I want them here. I want to see some grandchildren grand-children round this bouse before I die. I want to know where Con's money is going to." She sighed, and It was obvious that her heart was heavy. "Yea," she said, "It's a good marriage mar-riage and I'm pleased at it. Jack's a Unman Catholic but you can't have everything down here In this world." The Ityans were Protestants, almost the only prominent Irish-American family in San Francisco which belonged be-longed to that church. Cornelius Ilyan had been a North-country man, and went out with tbe Orangemen when they paraded. He bad been firm In his faith and ao bad his wife, and with the Hibernian's violent devotion to creed they had made public (heir antipathy to the Church of Home and their hopes that their children would not make alliances with Its members. "Oh well," said Cannon with a shrug of vague tolerance, "a man's beliefs be-liefs don't matter. With a woman it's a different thing. She brings up the children and takes her religion hard. Jack won't Interfere with Cornelia that way." "Perhaps not," sold the mother There waa a slight pause and then she said with a sigh: "Well, thank Ood. one of my children's chil-dren's going to marry as I want." She was gazing Into the fire and did not notice the quick look, sly and piercing, that her companion shot at her. The conversation had suddenly, without any effort of his, fallen upon the subject to which be had intended directing It "Yes," he said, looking away from her, "you've had one disappointment That's enough." "Disappointment!" she echoed in a loud voice. "Disappointment? I've lost my son; lost him as If be waa dead worse than If he was dead, for then I'd know he was happy and safe somewhere." It was a cry of pnln, Rachel mourning mourn-ing for her child. The note of feeling In It checked the remark on Cannon's Hps. He understood what her suffer Ing was and respected It "Why, Hill Cannon." she went on, turning the perturbed fierceness of her face on him, "how often do you think I see my boy? What ties do you think he has with his home? He came up here after he'd got back from Antelope, Ante-lope, but before that I'd only seen blm once In six weeks." "Thst's pretty bard," he commented, his elbow on the arm of the chair, his chin sunk in the cup of bis up-curled hand. "That's pretty tough. I didn't know It was as bad nn that." "Nobody knows anything sbout him. He won't let them. He won't let me. He's proud, and trying to bide It all. That's the reason he comes up here so seldom. He knows I can Me into him, see through blm, clear through him, and he don't want me to see how miserable mis-erable he Is." "Oh!" said the old man. moving slightly and raising his eyes to look at her. The Interjection was full of significance, sig-nificance, pregnant with understanding, understand-ing, appreciation and enlightenment. He waa surprised himself. He had thought, and bad understood from Itomlnlck. that no one, especially no one of his own people, know of the young man's domestic Infelicities. Neither of them wss shrewd enough to realize that the mother would guess, would know by Instinct. "And what do you suppose he came up for that once?" pursued Mrs. Ryan. "You could guess a lot of times but you'd never strike it He came up here the night of my ball to ask me to give him iv n Invitation for bis wife!" Sbe stared at ber visitor with her face set In a stony hardness, a hardness hard-ness reminiscent of that which had marked It when Domlnlck had asked for the Invitation. Cannon aaw It and checked the remark that rose to his Hps. He was going to say: "Why didn't you give It to him?" and be saw that It waa too light a comment for what had been a tragic occasion. All be did wss to utter a grunt that might have meant anything and was consequently safe. "That's what his marriage has done for him, and that's tbe state that woman wom-an has ground him down to. She'd worked on him till she'd got him to come up here and ask for It a few minutes before the people began to arrive! That's what she made blm do!" "And you wouldn't give it?" be Inquired In-quired mildly, inwardly surprised, as be bad ben often before, at tbe rancor ran-cor displayed by women in their quarrels quar-rels "Give It?" she exclaimed, "well. I guess not. It would have been my surrender. I'd have thrown up tbe flght forever If I did that" And then as If sbe bad read his thoughts: "It's not natural meanness either. There's only one hope for me for me and for Dnmtnlrk, too. Divorce." He did not move Its chin from Its retting place tn his up-curled hand, but made a alight assenting motion wtch bis iead. and said: "1 suprone that's tbe only thing." "That t been my hope since the day when I first saw her. I dldnt know then she'd been anything to Doretnlrk before the marriage, but I knew tbe -first took I had at ber what she waa. That long, tneaa bom and those sly eye, and seven years older lhaa the boy if she was a day. You didn't have to tell mo any more. I saw then Just like a flash In the dark what my son had let himself in for. And then, not a month after, 1 heard the rest sbout her, and I knew that Domlnlck bad started In to ruin bis life about the best way he knew how." Cannon gave another grunt, and this time It contained a recogulzable note of sympothy. She went on, absorbed ab-sorbed In her recital, anxious to pour out her griefs, now that she bad begun. be-gun. "Right there from the start I thought of divorce. I knew It waa the only way out and was bound to come In time. The woman had married Domlnlck for money and position. I knew that, saw It in her face along with other things. There was no love in that face. Just calculation, hard and sharp as a meat ax. I shut down on the money right there and then. Domlnlck Dom-lnlck had three thousand a year, so I knew he couldn . starve, but three thousand a year wasn't what she'd married blm for." "She's got along on It for ovor two years " "That's It Shea beaten me so far. I'm the keeper of Cou Ryan's fortune snd I Just closed my hand on It and said to her In so many words, 'Not a cent of this for you.' I thought she'd tire of struggling along In a flat with one Chinaman and not a soul to come near her. Hut she's stood It and she's going to go on standing It. Where she's concerned, I did something the smartest men and women sometimes do underrated the brains of my enemy." en-emy." "She's pretty smart, I guess," said Cannon, raising a gravely-commenting eye to his companion's face. "That's what she Is smart and longheaded. She's more farslgbted than women of her kind usually are and she's got her eye on the for tune. She's not going to give us a chance for divorce. She's not going to make any breaks or mistakes, There's not a more respectable woman wom-an In San Francisco. She doesn't go with any one but her husband and her own sisters, two decent women that you can't believe have the same blood In them. She's the quietest, most domestic do-mestic kind of a wife. It don't matter, mat-ter, and nobody knows, that she's making her husband the most miserable miser-able man In the country. That doesn't cut any Ice. What does is that there's no ground for divorce against her. If she had the kind of husband that put up with anything from a woman, all he could do would be. to leave her and she'd go around then getting everybody's ev-erybody's sympathies as a virtuous, deserted wife." The old man gave his head an appreciative ap-preciative Jerk, and murmured: "A pretty smart woman, all right." "She's all that that and more. It's the future that she's banking on. I'm nearly seventy years of age, Hill Cannon, Can-non, and this has broken me up more than anything that's gone before. I'm not the woman I was before my boy married. And what's going to happen hap-pen when I die? I've only got two living children. OutsMo them there's nobody but some (list, t relations that Con made settlements on before he died. If I left all I've got to Cornelia, or divided It up between Cornelia and charity, cutting off my son because he'd made a marriage I didn't like, would such a will as that stand? Why had I left nothing to my only son? Recause he'd married a woman I didn't think good enough? And what was there against her? She'd been a typewriter and her husband's mistress mis-tress for six months before he married mar-ried her. The mistress part of It bad been condoned by marriage and good conduct and after all, how many families in San Francisco and other places were founded on just those beginnings? As for her being a typewriter, type-writer, Delia Ryan herself had been a washerwoman, wauhed for the miners min-ers with these hands;" she held out her blunt, berlnged hands with one of those dramatic gestures natural to the Irish "when Con was working underground un-derground with his pick 1 was at tbe wash tub, and I made money that way for him to run the mine. Where's the California jury that would hesitate to award Domlnlck, and through him his wife her part of the fortune that Con and I made?" "Well, that's all poaslble." Cannon said slowly, "but It's so far off. It's all surmise. You may live twenty years yet. I fancy sbe'd And a twenty-years' twenty-years' wait under the present conditions condi-tions rather wearying." The old woman shook her bead, looking very sad. "I'm not the woman I was," she repeated, re-peated, "this last thing's broken me more than anything that went before. I lost three children by death, and it wasn't as hard as losing my youngest boy the wsy I have." "Have you any Idea whether Domlnlck Dom-lnlck has ever thought of divorce?" he asked. "I've the clearest kind of an Idea that he hasn't You don't know Domlnlck. Dom-lnlck. He's tbe best boy In the world. Hell blame himself for everything that's gone wrong, not that woman. She's smart enough to let him, too. And suppose he was a different kind and did think of It? That's all the good It would do hlra. Men don't sue women for divorce except under the greatest provocation, and Domlnlrk's got no provocation at alt. My hopes were that the woman herself would sue that we'd freeie her out with small means and cold shoulders and you see that's Just what she's determined deter-mined not to do!" Cannon dropped his supportir.g hsnd on tbe chslr arm and began to caress gently a large tassel that hung there "She could be approached in another anoth-er way," b said with a suggestion of pondering deliberation. "What way?" "Tou say she married Domlnlck for " 8YNOP8I1 Illll Cannon. tha ho nan lit king. anil Ml itnuKlilvr. Hon, who hail xh.-. up Mra. Curtii'llii Kyan'a hall al Hun I mri'lmo to a roiiipHiiy lo-r fuller, arrlva at Anlxlop. I Hiitiliil. k It van ralla on hta mntln-r to l'K a totll It, v 1 1 Ml loti for liia wlf. ami la rifuaol Tim ili-ti-rinlin.il olil Imly r.-fuio-a rn"H'f ln-r dauichlt-rtnlaw. lom-InU'k lom-InU'k Iml iH'en lr,M j Into a marrlwKn n.tth lit-mlc Ivfrixifi, a alt-noicralii-r. fH trrnl ymr hla .-1 I . r Him aiUHiiil-ia lila iimiii'V. thi-y Imva frf-ijii'itt liuurrcla, anil 10- allp away. ( 'mmon nml lila fl(iiiglilr r KiinKril In at A f n I' I I toininlrk lliuii In r.-K'-ii.'il from ainirti In umoti-arloiia umoti-arloiia i ,tii It 1 1, 'li ami lironulit tn Anlelopa l'iit-1 Aiitrliiii la rul olT iy atorm Knaa minim inir,ia I iiiinlnli k hark to lif'i. Turn wwka liii-r H mlrf iti, nvrra In a I'.il'i-r I iTr IhikIihii'I la ami wrl(.-a latter tnlng to aiiMMith nvi-r (Mlli iilllpa twiwi-rn I in-ill I kiiiiIiiIi U IhkI la nlil.i to join 11- llnw amiH IkiihuI iirUumra In liiilfl par-lor. par-lor. It lii t,'in-r ovrr talk of lliifonl, an a, tor All'-r Hin- iki, eml of Im-n Im-n la-niim-nt Ik n Tel arains anl until mm,- IhiiiiIiiI, d wli Imiff from wif. 'fvila It'inr It- iliH'Hn't lnvi wife, anil ntYtr ,l!il him iiiImhiiiiI t4iiil l4-Kln to tlrpHrt. lti. ami I xmiiiiii k -iiihrH'. fiitlo-r a.--a I Iii-iii mihI oVniMinla an rilannllon I d . tiroflir to'ii. la rtiH! riiHiiHK-r of rnuWi, nml la to get ll If Iih aiava aolttr a vvxr. 4 hum, .ii r.r-r vfiitiliy for loinl-lilik loinl-lilik i ixtmlHiii In talk llh Hon. loinl- , ili -k rriurna homo. Il. rny -rta hwraalf I'l lil.'Hiui Iilm, hut lia la llnllfr .Twill. CHAPTER XI. (Continued.) When he turned Into Van Ness avenue ave-nue the Ryan house was one block beyond him, a conglomerate white mass, like a crumbling wedding rake alowly aettllng on a green lawn. He eurveyed It as he approached, noting Its ugliness with a musing satisfaction. satisfac-tion. Its size and the bright summery perfection of surrounding grass and flomer beds lent It Impresslveness and ndremed It from the position of a eoloaral blight on the prospect to which architect and builder had done their beat to relegate It. Prosperity, A complacent, overwhelming prosperity, prosperi-ty, was suggested not only by its bulk tut by the state of studied finish and m nil: ess that marked mansion and grounds. There did not seem to be a wilting flower bfd or withered leaf left on a single sUtlk In the garden bor-alers. bor-alers. Hvery window pane gleamed like a mirror Innocent of dust or Memlshliig spot. The marble steps up which Cannon mounted were as snow-lly snow-lly unsullied aa though no foot had passed over tl.m since their last ablution ab-lution The door wsa opened by a Chinaman, China-man, who, taking the visitor's card, left him standing In the ball, and, deaf to his queries as to where he should go, serenely mounted the stairs. Cannon Can-non hesitated a moment, then hearing h sound of voices to his right, entered lin anteroom that gave on that suite of spartments into which Domlnlck had walked on the night of the ball. They were softly lit by the afternoon eun filtering through thin draperies, mid extended In pale, gilt touched vista to the shining emptiness of tbe Imll room. The old man was advancing advanc-ing toward the voices when he suddenly sud-denly aaw whence they proceeded, and stopped. In the room Just beyond him Cornells Rysn and a young man were witting on a small, empire sofa, their figures thrown out In high relief sgslnst the background of sllkrovered wall. Cornelia's red bead was la . close proximity to that of ber companion, com-panion, which the Intruder saw to be clothed with a thatch of sleek black hair, and which he recognized as appertaining ap-pertaining to a young man whose father fa-ther had once been shift boss on the Hey del Monte, and who bore the pat-irony pat-irony nils of Duffy. Cornelia and Jack Duffy had the appearance of being completely engrossed en-grossed In each other's society. In his moment of unobserved survey, 4'annon bad time to note the young woman's air of bashful, pleased em-1arr4asment em-1arr4asment and the gentleman's expression ex-pression of that tense, unsmiling esrnestnese which attends the delivery deliv-ery of sentimental passages. Cornelia wss looking down, and her flaming hair and the rosy tones of her face, shading from the faintest of pearly ltiks to deepening degrees of coral, were luminously vivid against tbe flat surface of cream-colored wall behind tier, and heskle the black poll and thin, dark cheek of her companion That something very tender was afoot was quickly seen by the visitor, who eoftly withdrew, stepping gingerly river tbe fur rugs, and gaining the entrance en-trance to the hall with a sensation of flurried alarm. An open door Just opposite offered a refuge, and, passing through It with a forward questing glance alert for other occupants wbo might resent Intrusion, In-trusion, tbe old man entered a small reoeptlon-room lit by the glow of a hard roal Are. The room was different ia furnishings and style from those he bad left It had the austere bleak-tiesa bleak-tiesa of aspect resultant from a combination combi-nation of bare white walls ai.d large jilecre of furniture of a black wood upon Which gold lines were tract d In ornamental squares. An old fasb-I fasb-I ined carpet was on the floor, and several sev-eral tufted arm-chairs, begirt with dangling fringe, were drawn up so-tsbly so-tsbly befor the fire. This burned eltverlly. a red focus of heat barred tiy the stripes of a grate, and surmounted sur-mounted by a chastely severe white marble mantelpiece. He had bea In fhe room oftea before and knew It for Visa. Ryan's own particular eanctani. HVjtftB a celebrated dweurator had been sent out from New York lower floor of the hous slsted on retaining In t pieces of furniture and art w hich she approved, decorator wished to ban ret. Mrs. Ryan had ber ways did, and the first furniture which she a bought In the days of fluence, and various oil collected In the same er lutlon, went to the dot room she used for her est snt In. Cannon approached I stood there looking up portrait In oils of the Ryan, which hung over piece. The artist had as a thickly-whiskered complexion of a hen It I eyea of baby blue. A given him by his coll ii days at Shasta, and fort of qiinrti set In native g ed with a flnlahed enrt had plcaaed Mrs. Rysi than the likeness had d Ing the picture, she wa proudly: "Just look chain! Seems as If yoi heor the ticking of the Cannon was speculat merits of the likeness v the silken rustling ol turned to greet bis ok cume In smiling, with e richly clad, the gleam i Jewel at her neck. II dressed with a shining, oration, drawn up tight and arranged over hei careful curls. As she a exchanged the first greeting he noticed tti, much older and more i had done the lust time her, but her face waa as clous force as ever. Ryan's body lived ber hold Its dominion. She her life and would do s They eat down on eltl fire and the old man sn "I don't know whethei In here. The Chlnami my fate, and I had to n self and find out where "Oh. that's Lee," she a short laugh. "He wal every other Sunday. V ten years and no one's i to mske him show ieopl lor. He thinks It better standing In the hall till the card. Then he'll go them aa sociably aa you right in and sit down.' why be didn't do It at aald: 'They might steal Cannon looked Into th amused eye. "I guess he thought I spoons. It's a dangerou took the first turning to i Cornelia's Head Was l imlty to That of Her butted Into Cornelia and who gate me to undersi the wrong way around." "What did they sa mother, her face stiffen den disapproving surprli "They didn't say an: was Just It. They didn't Hut they certainly led I that I'd got somewhere wanted. I msy not be hint doesn't have to be than tbe kick of a mu see It." Mrs. Rysn looked at Ingly. "Yes." sbe said, nod case, 1 guess." "It ought to he satlsfa swered. "Pat Duffy, the f boys, was one of the fl ever knew. He waa shtl Rey del Monte in seven1 waa the superintendent of Virginia with his pll It like the others. He three million when he ca and bought the Hrtsted I atrwaL And Jack's th children. Maggie, who ' English baronet, waa a to furnish the e, she had In-his In-his apartment the works of and which the I ah to the gar-way gar-way as she al-line al-line "soote" of rid Con had their early af-palntlngs af-palntlngs also a of their evoking evo-king of the wn and often- the fire, and at the life-size late Cornelius the chimney-portrayed chimney-portrayed him man with the ly Infant and watch chain, cues In the old ued of squares old, was paint-fulness paint-fulness which i even more one. In show-s show-s wont to say at the watch j could almost watch." Ing as to the then he heard ' skirts, and 1 friend. She xtended hand, nf a fastening er hair was , smooth elan-y elan-y at the aides r forehead In ml her visitor sentences of at she looked vorn than she i he had seen full of pugna-Whlle pugna-Whlle Delia spirit would had ruled all to the end. ier side of .the Id: r I ought to be in left me to lose about my-1 my-1 belonged." answered with ts on tbe door 'e've had blm pver been able e Into the par-to par-to leave them one of us res down and tell i please 'to go I asked him first, and he something." Are with an waa after the is habit, for I the right and km Close Prea-Compsnlon. Prea-Compsnlon. a young man and I'd come yr said th Ing with sud-te. sud-te. rtblng. That even see me. me to believe i here I wasn't smart, but a much harder le for me to htm consider Idlng. "It's a ctory." he an-atber an-atber of those nest fellers I t boss on the ty-one when I He got ou le. didn't tuee bad an easy me down here souse oa Pine best of hi married the alee sort of v I li "I'vi Lost My Son; Lost Him a If He Wa Dead." you," be aald. "you just call on me. I'm willing to help in thla thing all I can. It goes against m to see Domlnlck Dom-lnlck caught In a trap this way just at th beginning of his life." "A boy." aald his mother, "that would have made som good girl so bappy." Cannon rose from his chair. "That Just It!" be said, "and there are not ao many of 'em round that we can afford to lose one of the best. I've always liked Domlnlck and getting to know blm so well up at Antelope I grew downright fond of him. He's a fin boy." He smiled at her with his most genial gen-ial air, beaming with disinterested affection af-fection for Itomlnlck and the desire to be helpful In a grievous strait Mra. Rysn looked brighter and more hopeful than she had don at tbe beginning of the Interview. "It very good of you." she said, "to come snd listen to an old woman's complaints. Put aa w get on. we seem to take them harder. And you know what my boy was to me?" "About the same thing thst my girl Is to me." Cannon answered ss he turned away to look oa the table for hts bat There waa a little more talk, and then the set phrase of farewell brought the Interview to a close Though momentous. It hsd oot lasted lotg. Aa be kft th room Cannon passage to th dining room, sending ber voir befor ber in a shrill summon sum-mon to th Chinaman. Th morning papers war scattered over the table as Domlnlck had left them and she gathered them up, sitting sldewlse In her cbslr and running ber eye down their columns, while the servant set out ber breakfast She wa still sleeky, snd frequent yawns Interrupted ber perusal or tbe lines of print which in terested ber above all written matter. A kimono rlotbed ber slim form and from beneath Its hem ber foot protruded, pro-truded, thrust hare into a furred slipper. slip-per. She folded the paper over to bring the society column into a prominence prom-inence easy of access, a-d. propping it . up against a bowl of fruit, read a she ate ber breakfast Toward the end of the meal she Inquired In-quired of the servant at what time her husband had gone out. and received the reply that Mr. Ryan had had hi breakfast and left th flat two hours earlier. There was nothing disconcerting discon-certing or unusual about this, as Domlnlck Doml-nlck slways went for a walk on fine Sunday mornings, but her mind wa far from easy and she immediately fell to wondering why he had departed so early, and the slight ferment of die-quietude die-quietude that was alway with her stirred again and made ber forget th tortrty column and let her 8panUfc omelet grow cold. (TO BE CONTINUED.) |
