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surged up in him and maddened him.
He walked up to the other man with
the lust of battle in his face. For a
moment each glared challenge at the
other. Neither had been drinking, but
both were blind with the intoxication
OF passion. Hallowell greeted jim
with taunt, and then, mistaking his
rivals speechless fury for moderation,
grew facetious for the benefit Of the
bystanders.s
SAY, stripes" he said sneeringly.
next time you go down to the pen I
wish you would have your father knit
me some socks. They make"
But Jim's heavy fist had gone home
on the point Of his chin. and he went
down with crash and lay still. Some
of the men around stopped over his
PROSTATE figure. The crowd began to
grow rapidly, although street-fghts on
Saturday night were too common to
cause much excitement. Jim leaned
against a post with folded arms. dis
daining escape, although a policeman
was rounding the corner. Then one of
the men who had been examining Hal
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lowell Strengthened up and came swift
ly toward him. :,
run! Get out, quick!" he said
under his breath. Hes dead"
III
jim. didn't run. He stepped quietly
through an open door into the darken-
ed market house, which was just clos.
ing for the night, went through 1t ana
out into the deserted street beyond.
took a detour through alleys familiar
from childhood. and 30 made his way
home. He was dazed with the revulsion
of feeling-too numb with horror to
think of escape. He did not rouse ms
mother, but made his way over the ROOF
of the coal-shed to an upstairs VIM
dow, and crawled through.
For a while he stood there, the colo
night air blowing In on him, the deaay
languor of reaction creeping over MIN.
Across the narrow strip OF nail ne
could hear his mother moving ABOUT
as if he had awakened her. he nrusn-
ed back his damp hair, and tried 70
steady his voice. ..,,~
60 to bed, mother" he called. m
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for one at this moment. She felt that
she had reached crucial point in her
life. Could she be happy with Chaun-
cey? Could she not be happy with Mr..
Wells?
"By the way, what is your first
name, Mr.. wells?"
.'Theodore-and my first, like my
last, Is at your service"
He bowed as he spoke, and removed
his derby. Mariana noticed that he
was not the least bit bald. Chauncey's
hair was very thin, and he would prob
ably grow balder and balder as the
years went on. Could she love an
absolutely smooth-pated man? No. If,
then, she married Chauncey, and he
| lived, the time would inevitably come
when she would cease to care for him.
! Were not these two postponements
F'ate's kindly proffers Of assists nee
She believed they were.
II never saw you look so y. etty,''
said Mr. Wells. "You can stand the
| electric light. You must be lovely, even
| in the daytime. Are you not?"
Mariana blushed. but as she was a
truthful girl she answered in the af
| firmative.
At that moment quick step was
| heard on the side street--a step that
| caused Mariana to look up and wink
| her eyes excitedly. 1t was the football
of Chauncey Haverstraw.
! An instant later he swung around
the corner and came face to face with
her. She was agitated, but she did not
forget her manners.
"Mr. Wells shake hands with Mr..
oh
The two shook hands, and then Mr..
Wells inquired, in a quizzical tone of
voice:
.'well, what was the reason this
time?"
Ghauncey, ignoring Mr. Wells, said
to Mariana: my dear. clean forgot
it. We're awfully busy at the office this
week, and Stapleton asked mo to stay
late tonight get supper money, Of
course-and I said l would" He
turned to Mr.. Wells. you see, I'm
figuring to get into the firm. and
never refuse any extra work, because
every man who has been successful has
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brooding fancy. Now. 1t was his moth
er, sobbing at the table. Now, it was
his father as he remembered him,
standing to receive that awful SEN
tence of Imprisonment for what prom
ised to be the remainder Of his life.
Oftenest Of all it was Molly he saw
Molly, with her mischievous brown
eyes and sensitive red lips; and fin3lly
the face of Hallowell, his hated rival,
would come between him and the pic
ture Of the girl he loved.
1t was two fous later when Jim,
after standing sullenly with a crowd in
the pool-room down the street, came
back through the market place. The
streets were less crowded now; the late
buyers had gone home with their
baskets; the sleepy babies were tucked
In their beds; the butchers, after
twenty hours of work, had shut up
their stands and gone away. Molly had
disappeared, and the percentage of
drunkards among the corner loafers
mad increased. Then Jim saw Halo
we'll.
The cumulative rage of the evening
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feel at those we have wounded.
you know as we'll as do mother, -
he said more mildly, that Molly's
people wouldn't let her look at me II
he came back here. You know what her
folks are"
Molly wouldn't give you up. Jim. II
| 1t was her father, she'd stick to him.
Every one knows it was an accident; 1t
was q quarrel. Unjust the kind ia
quarrel your temper may get you into
any day. It wasn't murder. You know
that Ragan had pulled his revolver and
It was his life or your fathers. And
he's an old man uow-an old man,
JIM"
She dropped weakly into a chair be-
side the table, still set with the re-
mains Of supper and rested her head
on her hand. The young fellow stood
for a moment, creasing the crown of
his straw hat; then he came over and
put an awkward hand on his mothers
shoulder.
"Just forget about it, MOTHER he
said, not unkindly. HE spoiled your
life and mine, and he isn't worth wor-
rying about. He can't come here,
that's settled. Now just don't think
about it any more
He closed the door behind him
quietly; but, once away from his moth
er's pleading voice, all the wrongs Of
the last years, all the shame, all the
covert malice of his associates, all the
burning humilitations, came over him
in tidal wave of resentment; and the
ebb. when it came, left him sullen and
ugly.
It was Saturday night. The corners
around the market-house and the city
hall were crowded with men. loud
voiced and laughing, with here and
there Keeling, tottering group who
punctuated their unsteady progress
with noisy, braggart oaths. From
somewhere out of sight came the rhy-
thnic beat, Of drum and the shrill
song Of the Salvation Army, and
waffle-yender was crying his wares
with the metallic jangle of beaten
triangle. Through the crowds Jim
Priestley, his mind seething whirl-
pool of shame and pride, walked alone,
savagely brooding, brushing past wom-
en- with babies and men with baskets,
shouldering the loafers aside, ruthless
ly deaf to the men who called to him.
When he finally met Molly, she was
not alone. Two or three girls were with
her, and just behind them, keeping UP
a running fire of compliments and
small talk, were as many young men.
Molly looked at Jim as he approached.
Good evening, Mr.. Priestley," she
said pertly.
Jim lifted his hat and passed on,
black anger and jealousy in his heart.
He knew the men; one of them-Hal-
lowell, mechanic like himself-had
been his rival for Molly's favor, and
had boosted that he would GUST him
yet. And SO he swung along the street,
his head down., seeing nothing Of the
crowd around, occupied always with
the pictures conjured up by his own
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I faint blue Tines Of smoke, in prepare.
ton for the early breakfast OF the
neighborhood. He heard his mother 90
stiffly down stairs heard the shutters
open, and the rush and yelp Of his
setter as 1t dashed into the little yard
after night in the kitchen. Then
there were voices. He picked up the
revolver and held it clumsily. his
! fingers stiff with cold; but no one came
up the stairs, and he relaxed again.
The trunks and boxes around him
were taking shape now. He saw things
he had not seen for years. There was
the quaint high char, battered with
the heels of lusty babies. He could re-
member his youngest brother. dead
long ago. sitting in 1t. There was the
old squirrel cage, rusty now, and over
in a corner. still showing traces Of
its gorgeous paint Of years before was,
! the red wagon his father had painstak-
ingly made for him from wooden box.
The tongue was gone, and one clumsy
| wheel lay forlornly IN the wagon-bed;
but Jim could see, with the distinct
ness that long -past events sometimes
assume, his fathers head, gray even
then, bent over that uncouh wagon.
painting it with unaccustomed fingers
u
name was quite clear stfll-the "Jim
Dandy"
Jim got up and sat on trunk to rest
his cramped muscles. The walls Of the
narrow room began to Cypress him.
/, like the walls of a cell, and tho little
red wagon stood out. a very passion Of
color, in the gray of its surroundings.
He could not escape it.; it was SYM
boil OF the Joy Of the past in the hope
lessness Of the present.
Jim turned his back to it and gazed
down at the. street. Men with, dinner
buckets-the Sunday shift at the mill
were leaving the houses around. their
hats drawn down, their coat-collars
turned up around their ears. When
they overlook one another they fell
into step silently, morosely. One man
stopped, just across, and looked over at
the Priestley house. Jim opened the
window and whistled softly. The other
man stepped to the curb and made Z
trumpet with his hands.
Il hung around here half tho night,
waiting for you," he called. Say.
Hallowells all right He came around
in half an hour, and went home
The revolver clattered to the floor
and lay there. Jim nodded silently and
closed the window. AS he turned,
thin, watery shaft Of yellow sunlight
came through the window, and the
little red wagon cleaned toyously.
When Jim went into the kitchen, the
table was laid for breakfast. The setter
leaped at him with moist caresses, but
Jim's eyes were on q stopped figure in
chair by the stove. His mother held
out a pleading hand. but Jim did not
see it. He went across the room to the
old man in the rocking chair, and
leaned over him, his hands on the bent
shoulders.
Welcome home father" he said
| huskily. welcome home!''
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here now"
He went to his own room and lighted
the lamp. Then he blew it out again
suddenly. They would be after him
soon, and he might want to get away
might, because from the chaos of his
mind he had not been able to evoke
a plan for the future.
He sat by the window, leaning out,
watching the street to see If he were
pursued, not knowing or caring that it
was raining, and that he was wet and
cold. He could remember, .sitting there
In the dark, every incident Of his faith
er's arrest ten years ago-the crowd of
neighbors that gathered at the door;
his mothers sobs; his fathers bowed
white head and hopeless face. Then the
long days Of waiting, the trial and con-
viction, the appeal, which took their
last penny-and failed.
Some one came down the street,
looking at the numbers. When he was
opposite the house, he crossed the
street and knocked. In an instant Jim
was on his feet and at his mothers
door.
"Tell him I'm not here!" he whis-
pered hoarsely. Call out to him-don't
go down.
Hes not In his room," she quavered
from the window, in answer to an in
quiry.
The man below hesftated,
"I'll be back" he said briefly.
She turned to Jim, but he was gone
Back in his room he was turning over
feverishly the litter of neckties and
handkerchiefs in the upper drawer Of
the yellow pine bureau. When he had
found his revolver, he went cautiously
past his n1osher's door, climbed the
attic stairs, entered the attic, and shut
and bolted the door at the top.
He CROPPED his way through the dark
ness to the window beneath the sloping
roof. The rain was coming down heav-
lily now, close to his head, and the attic
was musty and heavy with the smell
Of drying soap. Jim settled himself on
his knees at the window, the revolver
On the floor beside him.
Y Below, the cutters were filled with
water that sparkled and dubbed in the
electric light. Some one was standing
across the street, in the shadow of a
doorway, and Jim knew at once that
the house was watched.
After a time the RAIN slackened, and
the man across the street sat down on
a doorstep, an umbrella over his head.
Jim watched him steadily. He grew
cran1ped in his constrained position his
knees ached when he tried to straight
en- them and his eyes burned from
peering through the darkness. Below,
through the thin flooring, he could hear
his mother walking. A sudden shame
for this new trouble he had brought
on her came over him. He who had
been so self-righteous. who that very
night had refused to give his convict
father home-he was murderer!
! When he looked out again, the man
across the street had gone. 1t was
dawn nova cold, wet dawn, gray and
] cheerlesA Here and there the chimneys
; of the houses around began to show
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/ \ .ner theatre narty. It made Marians
wish that she lived near him, because
then she might come In for some of the
free tickets. She longed to go to the
theatre with him. They never had been
as it was so expensive II one took a
box, and Chauncey mad always said
that if he couldn't afford box he
wouldn't go. OF course, window pri-
vilege tickets would have been differ
ent, but he never got those, as Mr.
stapleton would not allow any shows
to be advertised in his Wall stree,
| window.
The sweet toned pell struck nine
Mariana wiped away a slight moisture
in her eyes, and turned around in her
seat. Only two others were left in the
church--the sexton, and a stranger
who had been attracted by the lights,
The sexton was an elderly man, but
the stranger was young and handsome
almost as handsome as Chauncey.
This was the thought that flashed
through Marianas flexible brain.
"Shall I close up miss? ?" asked the
sexton.
II suppose you might as well. Some
thing unavoidable has detained Chaun-
cey-Mr. HaverstraW-and If he came
now wouldn't get married tonight
because Mr.. Chase is busy with his
sermon
The sexton went around putting out
the lights. The stranger came out of
his pew and walked down the aisle to
Mariana.
Rather vexing!" said he. "My name
is Wells. I'm visiting the rich Wellses
who live on Audubon Saskatchewan
I am no relation. When I. saw lights in
the church I was sure it was a we'd
ding; but it wasn't. Tell me- in a case
like this. does the organist get paid
the same as if he had Played"
NO" said Mariana. "The fact is,
he was doing it for nothing just Sto
oblige me, because"-she blushed-
because he was in love with me, but I
refused him twice. don't suppose we'll
have any music eventually, but he
won't charge me for his time this
evening, as he had nothing else to do.
Every one has been so kind! The
grocer told everybody of the post
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an end between US"
mo, I don't say that" said the poor
girl, driven hither and thither by con-
flicting emotions.
Mr.. Wells went on, unheeding her
words. For all you know, ! may be
rich"
Mariana caught her breath at this
last word.
Are you rich?" said she.
mo. but I'm young yet, and I'm will
ling to walt"
"For richest"
For you. If get you-"
mol" said Mariana quickly, gath
ering his import. If you get me
you'll get nothing else. Except for my
board, which have not paid. haven't
cent. / have been honest with you
because, if we were to marry, I could
never forgive myself if thought had
created false impression as to my
pecuniary circumstances"
'Mariana-may call you Mariana
"You have
"well. then, following the good pre-
cedent, Mariana, what you have said
makes me love you more and more"
"It's the way of the world" said
Mariana. 'Chauncey is just the same
When he is with me he adores me; but
he is so busy in New York, and there
is so much to do ana see, that when he
is there-well. l think he forgets me.
It's natural
mo, it is! not natural. 1 never saw
or heard of you till tonight, but ]
could never forget you. You may be
absolutely impossible socially, but ]
tear the thought to shreds and cast it
from me- II Haverstraw wants to
marry you, he has got to have my per-
nission-and will never give it,"
Mariana clapped her hands.
oh, you are so masterful, and that's
one thing that Chauncey isn't"
II don't know about that. Seems to
me that man who postpones his we'd
ding twice in a week has elements OF
masterfulness in him that are worth
cultivating."
A large electric light hung before the
church portal, and the two were stand
ing in it's radiance. Mariana had hard
" ever had mother, but she wished
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PoAACAASAAss i
Mr.. Wells knitted his brows.

ponement.'
Mr.. Wells knitted his brows.
How did he know"
"Oh, I mean the first postponement,
said Mariana rather sadly. you see,
/ Chauncey-Mr Haverstraw-Was to
| have married me last week, but he had
an opportunity to hear Bernhardt for
nothing, and so he postponed it. The
grocer told every one when he went
around for orders"
| With unaffectd politeness, MIR. Wells
took Miriana's arm, and they walked
down the aisle together. He gave lit
tie laugh
do you know what was thinking
OFF," said he.
/ mo. WHAT"
II was thinking how happy would
be If we were walking down this aisle
as husband and wife. Just a thought,
you know!"
The disappointed girl laughed sadly.
II might be happy, too," was all she
said, but it gave encouragement to Mr..
Wells.
why not do it, say next tuesday,
said he. in such tone as would admit
of his throwing it off as joke should
she seem displeased.
But Mariana was too amiable a
woman to be easily displeased This
stranger had been very kind to her in
her loneliness, and she was not UNI
grateful. Besides, what woman ever
took an offer of marriage as an insult?
Perhaps she said, "if I were diff
ferently situated. might think Of it."
How can you be differently stu
ated?" said he, almost bitterly. "Mr.
Haverstraw is not keen to make you
his wife, or he would not have let a
play come between him and his mar
riage.''
You do not know Chauncey,' re-
piled Mariana with spirit. "He is a
student of the drama-has been one
ever since he read somewhere shat
people of intellect took the drama
seriously. And, besides-Bernhardt for
nothing"
"Oh, very WE'LL" said Mr.. Wells, re-
leasing her arm, and-having come to
the notwithstanding on his hat. II
am to understand, then, that all is at
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b Y
CHARLES BATTELL LOOMS

followed just such tactics"
But why didn't you telephone 20
this young lady?" said Mr.. Wells In
his severest tone,
why, when I'm at work I never
allow outside affairs to enter my head.
It's the only way to succeed. stayed
until eight, and then left; and on my
way to my lodgings I thought Of my
engagement and hurried out here.
Have they all gone. Mariana?'
YES, dear. They waited a good
while. If they had had to pay to get
|,in, | suppose they would have hAan
there yet"
Naturally" said Mr.. Wells.
well, my love, why not step into
the rectory and be married quietly
Perhaps the rector swlll expect less IL
he doesn't have to leave the house."
He has left 1t twice." said Mariana
reprovingly, and Chauncey hung hic
head. He was sorry for his forgetful-
ness; but, after all, business was busi-
ness, and ten years later tho exact date
of the wedding could make little differ
enc.
1.-THE lights in the rectory are all
OUT said Mariana. Mr.. Chase has
written his sermon and retired
"See here" said Mr.. Wells impul-
sively, dropping his derby in tho grass
and standing bareheaded before the
woman he loved. You have come to
the parting of the ways!" He looked
first at Haverstraw, and then at Mari
ana. Mr.. Haverstraw and you are
temperamentally unsuited for each
other. say frankly that hoped such
would be the case before saw him:
and now. know It. A marriage be-
tween you two, tonight or q week
from tonight would mean q divorce
before your wooden wedding. You, Mr.
Haverstraw, are ambitious, and I see
you q partner in ycur concern if'you
will live and die poor clerk"
by Heaven! l believe you're right"
said Chauncey, burying his face in his
hands. and then clapping them in
obedience to airing emotions. "But
you, Mariana would you not be Desc
late If gave you up?"
Mariana stopped over and absent
nindedly picked up the der1y that
Wells had cast from him.
II don't know-I have come to think
a good dealsof Theodore
Call me Teddy"
"Of Teddy. He was so sympathetic
= =
in my disappointment" She took hold
kof the upper button Of Chauncey's
waisteoat. "Chauncey, / believe that
could stand your desertion if-if-"
"A-ah!" said Wells, in deep tones.
"If your own Theodore would promise
to love and cherish your Haverstraw.
/ predict a future for you in Wall
Street. Would you oblige me by step
ping over to the rectory and leaving a
call of the -rector's slate for Tomorrow
at five in the afternoon? have no
dress-suit, SO it will have to be an
afternoon wedding"
AS Chauncey Haverstraw started to
do his bidding, Wells clasped the
graceful form Of the lovely orphan to
his arms. y 81
"Oh, how bless the wedding march
didn't hear" said he.