, 1906-01-31

good. Peggy mad falth IN him. She
came to him when everything was
against him, and he would slave for
her, he would starve, he would do any
thing to prove that she was not mis-
taken In him. She at least should
know him for a man.
Looking toward the window, he saw
the black, uneasy night give way to the
coming day. Haggard and faint, he
arose from the couch to watch the ap-
proach of the sun that Is Indifferent to
wealth and poverty, to gayety and de-
lection. From far off in the gray light
there came the sound of a 5 o'clock
bell. A little later the shrieks of fac
tory whistles were borne to his ears,
mufiied by distance, but pregnant with
the Importance of a new day of toll.
They were calling him, with all poor
men, to the sweatshop and the forge, to
the great mill of life. The new era
had begun, dawning bright and clear
to dispense the gloom in his soul. Lean
ing against the easement and wonder.
ing where he could earn the first dollar
for the Peggy Brewster that was Peg
gy Gray, he rose to meet 1t with a fine
unflinching fearlessness.
Before 7 o'clock he was downstairs
and waiting. Joe Bragdon Joined him
a bit later, followed by Gardner and
the minister. The DeMilles appeared
without an invitation, but they were
not denied. Mrs. Dan sagely shook her
head when told that Peggy was still
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till 8 o'clock.
monty, are you going awayT" asked
Dan, drawing him into a corner.
"Just a week in the hills" answered
Monty, suddenly remembering the gen
erosity of his attorneys.
"Come in and see me as soon as you
return, old man." said DeMille, and
Monty knew that a position would be
open to him.
To Mrs. Dan fell the honor of helping
Peggy dress. BY the time she had had
coffee and was ready to go down she
was pink with excitement and had
quite forgotten the anxiety which had
made the night an age.
She had never been p~rettler than on
her wedding morning. Her color was
rich, her eyes as clear as stars, her wo-
mans body the picture of grace and
health. Monty's heart leaped high with
love of her.
1.-THE prettiest girl In New York, by
Jove!' gasped Dan DeMille, clutching
Bragdon by the arm.
"And look at Monty! He's become Il
new man in the last five minutes
added Joe. "Look at the glow in his
cheeks! He's beginning to look as be
did a year ago"
A clock chimed the hour of 8.
THE man who was here yesterday Is
in the hall to see Mr.. Brewster" said
the maid a few minutes after the min
had uttered the words that gave
Peggy a new name. There was a mo-
ment of silence, almost of dread.
You meal the fellow with the
beard?' asked Monty uneasily.
Eyes, sir. He sent in this letter, beg
ging you to read it at once"
"Shall l send him away, Monty?" de-
manded Bragdon d%efiantly. what
does he mean by coming here at this
timer"
I'll read the letter first, joe"
Every eye was on Brewster as he
tore open the envelope. His face was
expressive. There was wonder in it,
then incredulity, then joy. He threw
the letter to Bragdon, clasped Peggy In
his arms systematically and then, re-
leasing her, dashed for the hall like n
bereft of reason.
"It's hopper Harrison!" he cried, and
a moment later the tall visitor was
dragged into the circle. hopper was
quite overcome by the heartiness of his
welcome.
You are an angel, hopper, God bless
you!" said Monty, with convincing en-
phasis. Joe, read that letter aloud and
hen advertise for the return of those
Boston terriers!'
Bragdon's hands trembled and his
voice was not sure as he translated the
scrawl, hopper Harrison standing be-
hind him for the gleeful purpose of
prompting him when the writing was
beyond the range of human intelli-
gence:
Holland House. Sept. %, 10.
Mr.. Montgomery Brewster:
My Dear Boy-So you thought 1 had
given you the slip, Ell? Didn't think I'd
show up here and do my part? Well, I
don't blame you. I suppose I've acted
like an idiot, but so long as 1t turns out
o. X. there's no harm done. The wolf
won't gnaw very much of a hole in your
door, I reckon. This letter introduces my