The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1907-11-30
Y CHAPTER ix,-Continued.

GOOD for no ..nE-.but pecauso his
father IL III sbAronet.",i and old t'runden
\ Bowed low rs IL to an Invisible pYea-
4 et1ce. ~ sta,lse he rid-s a cock horse.
kisses hts Slayed hand 70 every wensi,
\ he pHsscs--..." re
4 "Nos.neverw
Listen 10 me-, and old Cr,,nden
stopped y, his furious pacings. Vic rs
one NJ those who set my boy wrong.
III he comes philandertng after you...-'
''ie doesn't"
But you've been meeting him on
"Father!' cried Lizzie Indignantly.
yeara--not since he u.sad to como hero
| with poor Dick."
| when YOU werc child. btit you
didn't fall In love with hin, then.'
Yes, 4 did,
You must BIO out OF your, senses.
You must BIO mad"
II bnly wish was dead.~
| yrhsre, there and Crundcn came
bacls to Ills daughters side. Don't br
n fool; don't cry. Come, come" and lie
sat down again and spoke very gently.
"Gonflde In me---as though, was your
mother. Tell mo all about II. It's non
sense--utter ,ionsUnse. but It'll do you
good to toll me-
Father. I'm ashamed of myself TO
l.
stand.
Oh. yes / SHAH" Il
"Well--you don't Khow how good hc
him" a
Worse lnok!s
lie was O good influence for Dick.
He, tried to keep him straight. He
warned him against Mr.. Lardner--nnd
all the others" ~
"Oh. 1.ord!''
and ho was good to me--bringtng
mo sweets IN boxes, playing with me
and Dick. acting things tosethsr-and
couldn't help loving him. No ono
could"
Mr.. crunden tgtunted loudly.
80" said Lizzie, after Dick was
gone. and he fievertc came again work
ed him into all my dreams. You don't
know how girls dream-they cant help
II. Tho more I read and Learned, the
more dreamed. That's the wort OF
books>--tl,ey're SO pnlike life. In books
nothing makes any difference mean
rank or, wealth. Love bridges every
gulf ..s. That's all. father. Don't
be angry. I'm not "a fool really; It's
only silly dream-of what might have
happened. quite naturally. if--if had
lived In Hill Rise And Lizzie once
more burst into tears.
Old Crpnden made gesture Of
despair. got up. and walked abou.
again.
eS"I tried not" said Lizzie, drying her
eyes aud shifting. "but I'd no work to
occupy me. II I'd only had work to
do; * you'd still been In business, ana
could have really worked for YOU
las elerk--or bookkeeper-real work
al day 1ong-I could have prevented
myself. -. But. father. it's moth
ling, at ALA dream. s You forced me to
tell you. wish T.hadnt told you"
TN glad you told me. And is that
all about it?''
Yes"
"on your honor there's no moro tn
1t? No secret meetings. no letters?"
| 'sNo--ori my honor"
You're Just been ptning for my lord
as he rode by your window--and
dreaming that you were my lady! And
Mr.. Crunden endearored to laugh
cheerfully. We'll we'll: what next?
Ha-ha! It Il q good Yoke. really. You'll.
get, over It, my girl-Ayou and will
laugh at II together. There-there---''.
Just then the electric bell. ringing.
sharply. Interrupted Mr.. Crunden's af-
fected cherfulness.
|pered. as she rose hastily. tT'll co.
and she hurried away to hide her tear
stained face and red.rimr1ed eyes.
Front door BELL" said Mrs. Price.
coming in from the Kitchen passage.
Mr.. Crunden put his fingers to his
mouth and crossed tho room on tip.toe.
WAIT, l won't see any one" he
whispered. "Say I'm ;:i.sy. No. best
say I'm not at home" and le placed
himself inside the threshold OF the pas
sage. 'Now-answer the bell.
Then Mrs. Price opened the lobby
door. and voice was heard outside
asking courteously. us Mr.. crunden at
homer"
-Oh. Lori" said Mrs. Price. stepping
back. "Oh. yes: at home to you--1',n
sure--if he .sn't at home to any ono
else" and she dropped curtsey. drew
back further to make spacious entry
for the august visitor. ana in ave-
struck tones announced his nano and
title.
"sir John. Vincent, slr.-
How do. crunden," said Sir John.
Offering his hand.
Tim nicely. thank you, sir,n said
old Crundeii, shaking hands.
Can you spare me O few minutes
for a. chat about this most disturbing
bustness?'
''yvhat--wha- wllat?" old Crunden
starnmared neutrality-suspicious.