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bitration.
my dear child (hum, hum, you know
I'm large stakeholder at the opera
house (hum, hum. I've often thought
of Cftesing you box for yourself and
your friends. Would you accept box
Lucy, when something good comes to
town (hum)? And III be running up to
New York in few days. Have you any
little (hum, hum commissions might at
tend to for you? Music, books, sweet
meats? And, by the way, Lucy (hum,
hum), there isn't any necessity is there
of running all over town with a story of
my having sent little gift of fruit to
lady I've known as long as I've known
Mrs Raeburn (hum, bum). l should say
there was nothing unusual in little gift
of fruit. But such stories are apt to get
abominahlY jumbled and exaggerated,
don't you know, in passing from mouth
to mouth
II know, know. won't say word,
cousin. Thank you so much for the
fruit. Here's your boy with 1T now.''
"To Mrs Charles Fcrd now, pony"
she SAID. ''Mrs Charles ia 8 decent mar
ried woman and 1 don't know bit of
gossip about her, but maybe she'll give
me what want from pure goodness Of
heart"
This Mrs Charles did-go far as lay in
her power. But the children had had
the article in question for their breakfast
and just two specimens remained.
Five Of them rolling under the box
seat; three quarters Of an hour gone;
and not another friend who could be
robbed in the entire town.
| Bowers had named one purchaser
more-Mr Pritchard. His servant had
bought them but an hour ago, 30 there
was no question of their being,eaten. But
Lucy could not 60 to Edward Pritchard.
She would die rather than go to him.
There was not another man in town, she
told herself, from whom she would not
have begged, coaxed, extorted that price
less shaddock.
But Edward Pritchard! No. She
could never ask him for anything, even
for that.
When that humping sound reached her
from the bottom of the cart, il seemed
that no sacrifice could be too great to
add to the treasure rolling there.
"Oh, We'll just have to give 1t up,
pony" she walled. "Well have to give
it up with i've of my golden apples in
possession. It's perfectly agonizing.
But can't 60 to Edward Pritchard. And
there isn't another soul in town who
could give them to me-"
But at the very moment of despair the
inspiration came.
"Why, Mrs Pritchsrd is away. I can
Just slip in the back way through the
kitchen garden and beg one of those ghad-
docks from Aunt Glorina."
Aunt Glorina was the colored NANNY
who had been with the family since
shortly after the ark landed on Mt Ar
arat.
"Tll promise Aunt Clio my pink knotted
shawl and anything else that she has the
Icommon sense to ask for, to keep the
transaction dark"
She approached the house from the
back, tying the pony under q tree some
little distance down the street, that he
might not be visible from the Pritchard
windows.
At the gate the latch snapped sharply
in answer to her hand, and she felt
wild little impulse of terror. What IL
she should meet Edward. What IL she
should come upon him in turn Of the
no r1cr y,a1H hnRoro she roa nhod tbs shaI
tering arms OF Aunt Glorina's domain.
Perhaps, after all, she had better re-
treat. The risks were too great.
But the next moment the question of
shaddocks presented Itself in all it's
strength.
She saw them brought to the table in
stead of that commonplace beuillon.
Cool. delicious, exhaling cherry, powdered
J with fine sugar, Studded with Malaga
!; grapes, each half upon It's plate sur
rounded with tiny wreath Of grape
leaves. She heard the little ripple Of de-
light pass around the table awakened by
the pretty dish. And the little chorus Of
obs and abs break out az each guest dip.
! ped up q fragrant spoonful Of the mix
! ture.
She heard those u girls ssking where
ahe had learned the dish and begging
for the recipe.
No, she wouldn't retreat now st the
moment when victory was possible. She
would not let an idiotic fear turn her pur-
I pose aside when it had come so near
4 completion. She made her way hurried
: IL along the little gravel path which