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w hero!" sighed Mary, laying down pa containing list of the latest recipients of the V. c. Dad is so awfully gone on soldiers just now.
 She glanced toward a dainty writing table, where the photograph of d handsome curlyheaded young bar. rister occupied prominent place. Power was expressed in every one of those clear-cut featurss-the power to cleave way through 1he world
 But Col Warwick could think of nothing but soldiers, and his daugh- ter, Mary, claEdestinely carried on her love affairs, and concocted all sorts ot impossible plans to transform her civilian lover into something like q man for the colonel She even went to the length of inquiring at the war office if lawyers, as we'll as doctors and clergymen, were not attached to the headquarters staff of the army in South Africa, and, being disappoint- ed in that, religiously set to work to inculcate some martial ardor in her lover by requesting him to take her to all the military functions in town. Yet the unconscious Jack would not be hero.
 "Why don't you help me, Beat2" she cried, plaintively appealing to her cousin, who, gracefully reclining on a velvet ottoman was devouring the contents of the latest novel from Mudlg's. aYour affair is alJ settled, and you've no troubles in the world Do put that wletehed book away aud help me think of Jack"
 Mary, you're nuisancel" ex. claimed the calm-minded young lady, shutting her book with slam And so is Jack! Why don't you think of something else for few days? If I worried half so much about Godfrey, I should pine myself into conva- lescent home!"
 "Yes; but you don't have to. You're engaged; and, besides, your dad isn't mad on soldiers"
 Miss Beatrice burst out laughing, and her charming cousin assumed dignifed pout. "My dear girl" she said, patronizingly, and ignoring the pout, "uncle's only silly old man, and he doesn't mean one-hai be says!"
 Mary was about to espouse his cause, and even sacrifice her Jack in his defense, when her cousin stopped her.
 "But as for being hero, why, Jack can be that as well as anyone if he hkes-and he shall be, for all your un. worthiness."
 "A herol How, Beat--how?"
 Never mind You say he's coming to stay over SundayI''
 "Yes, I worried dad into asking him, and he consented-just to keep me quiet"
 Beatrice gave sympathetic sigh.
 Well, then, next Saturday will put him to the test, and unless he proves himself hero and man under such 6crperate circumstances I shall be sadly disappointed, Now stop wor. rying, and go and read the war news to uncle. He's dying for it, I know"
 And before Mary had time to stop her and demand an explanation she had flown from the room.
 Jack Winchfeld put in an appear. ance on the following Saturday, and, with little coaching from the two girls, made quite good impression at dinner, when he discussed military tactics with keen interest, if not cor. rectness.
 At half past Ii, after game of bil- lizards, and a ope-sided argument on the subject of cavalry remounts, the two men retired, and an hour later the house was dark and silent
 "Mary, are you awake?"
 Rather" came in a sleepy voice "I thought you were never coming"
 "Uncle's been reading and only turned his light out few minutes ago, but he's snoring now"
 The two girls shivered simultan, eously, and in sympathy. Midnight enterprises are wont to try the strongest nerves. Mary turned on the gas.
 "Why. Beat" she exclaimed, "you look just like man! Where did you get those old clothes? And, oh! your face is so dirty and smudgy!"
 Beatrice laughed. in spite of her nerves.
 Shall do?" she asked.
 "Do9 You're simply horrible!'
 "Good-by. then. Listen for me com. Ing back; and if you hear me running open the door and let me in"
 In obedience to which command | Mary, as soon as her cousin had left l the room, locked the door, threw her. self upon the bed and laughed and cried intermittently until she fell asleep from sheer exhaustion
 The amateur burglar gingerly picked her way downstairs, and silent. Iy turned the key of the library door Feeling her way toward a comfortable couch, she threw herself upon it and listening to the beating of her own heart and to the awful silence that pervaded the house. Imagination ran wild and played her awful prarks Fearful animals crept stealthily through the gloom, and oninou,