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cup against the saucer anu tWlTl IL
three times. That's the in~cantation."
She extended her hand for the cup.
There is always II woman in a
mans tea cup" she began. There are
two in this one"
Good gracious!"
Yes. Do you see that?" pointing to a
cluster OF leaves.
Looks like a camel. Am l going to
be thirsty"
THAT always indicates scandal she
declared soberly.
"~Scandal?" He smiled skeptically.
Scandal and disappointment. But
happily these do not appear as hav-
Ing permanency. Have you ar en-
emy?"
But don't you think something is the
matter With the tea? 1t seems impos-
sible that those harmless grounds
-: Why. I shan't sleep o. nights
after this"
You are laughing. Yet. this man is
there. And here is a lie. too. It's a
very bad cup, Mr.. Warrington. I'm
sorry"
S am l." gaily. by h way, when
do you and your mother start for New
York;"
I'VE leave tonight"
Good. Do you mind IL AXE the
same train DOWN."
Mother and TIL be glad to have you
with u.s."
At 2 o'clock they began the journey
home. All told, it was an enjoyable day
for Warrington. More thar ever he set
his a against the great city and
looked with satisfaction on the hills OF
his childhood. 1t would be a pleasant
pastime to sit on Patty's veranda and
talk. become. and act like one Of the
young people. He was growing old;
hfd VnlVfh YnyVGf he rnV,nv,o1 coor. ~, L1
would lose it utterly.
New York. Clamor, clamor; noise.
noise: the calling Of cabmen, the clang-
ing of street cars. the rumbling Of the
elevated, the roaring of the drays and
the rafting Of the carts.
Warrington, Patty and her mother
alighted from the train in the gloomy.
smoky cavern called the Grand Central
station and walked toward the gates.
There was sunshine outside, blu it was
scarcely noticeable through the black
ened canopy overhead.
There's John! cried Patty, selling
her mothers arm. And Miss Challon-
er, tool"
A moment later the son was holding
his mother In a fond embrace. Mrs.
Bennington CAV the actress her hand,
who ignored 1t, put her arms around
h mother and kissed her.
Breakfast awaited them at Benning-
toms hotel. This passed off smoothly.
Then Warrington excused himself. He
had a business engagement down town.
1t was arranged. however. that they
were to be his guests that evening at
dinner and a box party at h summer
opera. On Wednesday, at 10. they were
to breakfast in his apartment. From
his rooms they would go straight to
the parsons. the Little Church Around
the Corner"
The day passed quickly for all con-
cerned; the dinner and box party left
nothing to be desired.
The wedding breakfast would have
provoked envy in the heart of Lucullus;
for Warrington was a thoroughgoing
epicure.
Patty was delighted. Warrington
guided her about the rooms on a tour
of inspection. He pointed put all the
curios and told the history Of each. The
desk Interested her most.
And this is where you write? Won't
you give me a single sheet. OF mani
script to take home with me?"
Il certainly SHALL"
He pulled out a drawer and found
some old manuscript. He selected a
sheet. signed 1t. and gave 1t to her.
II am rich!" the girl exclaimed.
Signed manuscript from a real live au-
thor! I suppose that you receive tons
OF letters from Autograph fends?"
TITS q part of the days work" His
face frightened. He searched his
pockets. "Here Is one out Of the ordi-
nary"
She drew u he letter and read It
slowly.
DO you receive many like that?!"
Very few: that's why I treasure 1t. I
should like to meet the writer; but
that's impossible"
Evidently It was written in good
There's no the least doubt Of that.
I am glad Of one thing; I can't disillu-
sion her"
What do you mean?"
"Oh. this young woman thinks
must be Q paragon OF virtues. I'm not;
I'm q miserable impostor.s She takes It
tor granted that I am good and kind
and WISE"
Aren't you?'' asked Patty gravely.
A men co. I always try to be kind;
sometime* ! am good. and sometimes !
am, wise."
I'm afraid you are one Of those
young men who try TO be bad and can't.
They are hopeless"
Warrington laughed.
But ! am supeystttious aAout that
letter. I've carried Il In my pocket for
weeks. IT, q kind Of mentor. When
head. I stop and think OF the letter"
That = good. Tho writer hasn't
wasted herstime."
II love you!" whispered John.
Miss ChallOner smiled into tks eyes.
Tho smile encouraged him. and he
raised her hand to his lips.
why did No notesay somsthing? she
Wn6 pOAitiY0 thn he had them Sn