, 1912-11-28

1 We 0rPSSPu II "Sht oO"h " =
tor,s and waited for the theaters tc
lot out. Three O'Clock when we goi
home. You can't imagine what a
oueer experience IL is being all alone
with ones wife"
"Dou't you love your wife. Mr.. Cd
weIi7"
Certainly. But there's always a
crowd" Both of them glanced over
at pretty Mrs. Odwell. She was look.
ing down at her plate demurely while
Reggie Van WORT talked straight into
her pink ear. his ayes cleaning with
the zest of invasion. II say. Miss
Drake, you won't mind talking to me
awhile after dinner. will your went
on odwell. something like relief in his
voice.
After dinner she was obliged to set
him straight in a little matter. They
were sitting on the terrace. and he had
thrown away his half smoked ciga-
rette. an act in itself significant She
had beer listening patiently. from
sheer habit and indifference. to what
be was saying. but at last she revolted.
Don't! You shall not say such
things to me. I am moi your kind. I
fancy. Mr.. Odwell." she said. II don't
know why you should tell me Of your
chorus girl friends, of your suppers
and all that don't care to hear of
them, and I don't intend that you shall
use me as n subject Of Illustration. /
am going upstairs"
"Oh, come now. that's rather rough,
just as we were getting on so well.
All the fellows do the same
81 know. You need not tell me. And
you all have wives at home. too" with
intense seorn.
Now. that's where you wrong US.
They're not. at home. you know. That's
just it"
Never mind. Mr.. Odwell: I'm going
In" She left him and entered the
house. For a minute or two he looked
after her in wonder and then. softly
whispering. made his way over to
sight, was talking to his own wife.
De Peyton unceremoniously announc-
ed that he was going upstairs to write
a letter.
Penelope. flushed with disgust and
humiliation. drew lei a crowd of men
and women in the long living room
Her brother was haranguing the as
semblage. standing forth among them
like an unconquered bantam. In spite
of herself she felt a wave of shame
and pity creep over her as she looked
at him.
"Barnminster says the fellow ran
when he saw him today" his lordship
was saying. But that doesn't help
matters. He has been on my land
again and agnin. Tompkins says. and
Tompkins ought to know"
"And james. too" said the duke with
a branded roar.
Cant Tompkins and his men keep
that man Oh my land? ?" demanded Lady
Bazlehurst. Every n took note Of
the pronoun Her ladyship's temples
seemed to narrow with hatred. Bazel-
hurst had told the men privately that
she was passing sleepless nights In or
der to 'hate that fellow Shaw" to her
full capacity.
my dear. ! have given positive or
ders to Tompkins. and he swears he'll
carry them out" said he hastily.
~ suppose Tompkins Is to throw him
into the river again"
He Is to shoot that fellow shaw
If he doesn't keep off our land. I've
had enough of 1t. They say he rode
his COMPOUNDED pillow horse all over the
west end the other day" Penelope
smiled refiectively. ''Trampled h new
fern beds out of existence and all that.
Hang him, Tomplins will get him II
he persists. He has told the men to
take a shot at the rascal on sight
Tompkins doesn't love him. you know"
Penelope went her way. laughing.
and forgot the danger that threatened
Randolph Shaw.
The next morning. quite early, she
was Off for a cauter. Some magnetic
force drew her toward that ob~literated
line in the roadway. Almost as she
came up to 1t and stopped Randolph
shaw rode down the hillside through
the trees and drew rein directly oppo-
site, the noses of their horses almost
touching. With a smile he gave the
military salute even,as she gasped in
self conscious dismay.
o duty, Miss Drake; no trespass-
ing" he said. There vas asglad ring
In his voice. please don't run away.
You're on the safe side"
I'm not going to run" she said, her
eheek flushing. How do you know
where the line is7 1t has been de-
stroyed by the ravages of time"
Yes. 1t has seemed a year. This
thing of acting sentinel so rellgiously
Is a bit wearing" His great friendly
aog came across the line. however. and
looked bravely up into the enemy's
iace, wagging his tail. Traitor! Come
PACK, %Bonaparte!' cried his master.
What a beautiful dogr' she cried,
sincere admiration in her eyes. 81
,ove a big dog. He is your best friend,
I'll wager"