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And at that moment Jack felt that he posi-.
lively hated Mr. Wicks.
Come along Mr. Wcks. dear" cried Sylvia
lack said never a word. but stood staring after
sylvia as she walked away with Mr Wicks by
her side. and his old nemy-jeaiousy-raged
with him. A c.,... -,
i,et as devoted as ever to her dog and Jack be-
came more and more gloomy and silent
mfr Wicks must really go to-inorrow, said
Miss Cherryton looking at her mor)se nephew.
.My dear Jack for goodness sake say something
do something" she cried. jumping up and bus
ting about the room. But don't SIT there 80
solemn and sphinxllke.
send him away. aunt. send the dog away.
Rut what am I saying? Keep him. | mean-oh,
keen him Miss Druce is so devoted to him."
And Jack flung himself out Of the room
well" laughed Miss Cherryton young men
are strange creatures. especially when they are
in love Nevertheless, | shall senH the puppy
away" ,,.
Jack strolled out Of the house in the cool Of the
evening. In his state of mind the rooms seemed
oppressively hot Again and again ne asked
himself If Sylvia cared for him. but ne could
iind no answer. and the tall trees waving their
branches in the night Dreezes seeNNeu " ssn
I'm sympathy with him.
He walked slowly across the soft Velvey
lawn and out Of the garden INTO inc i'ns srass
Of the park. He looked up at me s,aIne nesS
ems and at the faint pink light Just ABOVE the
horizon. but the silent beauty OF the evening
made him the more sad. ,.,.
mo: it's quite clear--as clear as daylight
she doesn't care for me one scrap. It's M
Wicks ehe likes" exclaimed Jack out loud. An
ber time is devoted to that dog, all her thoughts
are for him. and well I'm simply the cruel
brute that beat her dear dog. on, sylvia oy-
via would that had never seen you -,
Ar this moment there was a sharp niue PARK
of delight. a rustling in the grass. and Mt. NicK
came dancing at Jacks side ...
eco home" cried Jack, pointing 10 the house
Go home: what are you doing out mere .,
Most dogs would have skunk away win tnei,
tails between their legs: but MY chs ioDh he,
up solemhly at Jack and almost seemed 70 an
the words why are you angry with me theh
he held I'D a little paw. as If to ask forgiveness
and stump of tail wagged pleadingy. nro,.
Jack looked down at the dog, took me n. prI u.
fered paw and stroked the SILKY mead. Iieh NC
,valsed on silently and Mr.. Wicks rotted con-
tentedly by his side. And the moon rose mdHins
the shadows darker and the open flelds nsh,e.'
Presently without any apparent IeaSon' ''''
Wicks began to grOWl.
Close by on a slight rising or the srounu;
were three old oaks. veterans gnarleu anu
weather beaten. Toward these Mr.. Wlchs uo u.
ted slowly then he stopped, put his heah on one
side listened. and growled again; ana scaIlper-
ing toward one OF the oaks. barked furiousy
Jack whistled. but Mr.. Wicks seemed en-
crossed in gazing up into the tree
Then strange thing happened. the pranc1e'
of the old oak were pushed roughly 70 one siae
and a man leaping down from the Tree ,ooheu
rapidly round him. and ran with might ana man
across the open ground Like the Wlpd Dir;
Wicks followed by Jack. was after nln' hah
reached him and then there was yell OF pam;
for Mr.. Wicks had used his weapons Win goon
effect With a volley Of oaths and curses the
tramp dropped a square parcel he had been car
rving. and then the stick that he held IN ms
other hand fell with a heavy thud; ana WIN Jus,
the faintest little cry Mr.. Wicks relaxed MS nolo
and rolled over on his back.
The burglar ran for his lie ILL.,,
lack knelt down at Mr.. Wlckss SIDE caleu
the dog by his name-and the recovery OK me
Jewels seemed nothing 10 him now. Mr.. Nlcks
opened his eyes slowly. and very feeby ne treo
TO lick Jacks hand. There was a world OF IN IN
derstanding in those glorious eyes tnen ,ne
light flashed out from them, and MI NlcAss
merry brief life was over
Two figures were walking slowly toward ,ne
three old oaks The twilight was deepening
there was the same pink glow on the horl]o ,,
and the same soft breeZes whispering artuns
the trees as on that evening when JACK hau
walked alone jealous and miserable bu' Ho"
there was a change. 49,, ~ ...-v
yes. Jack" murmured Sylvia. i vas -
fond of my dear. heroic little Mr. NlcNs' Du' al
the time'- ~, ooxo-,v
Yes and all the time" asked JACK eagerly
while he drew nearer.
Il loved far. far better II. cha rords
And the three old oaks caught the "''''
"NIr. Jack"-(The Argosy.