The Mena weekly star., 1913-04-17
Copyright 1911 by Bobbs-Merrill Conpsn- from last issuel
CHAPTER V.
The Girl Who Wasn't Wanted.

<4 him of money or credit, he was al TVS ready to forgive, agreeing that 65rhaps half the fault had been his This was not sign of weakness, but of "a sense of justice too we'll leavened UIth mercy. Humanity errs in the ons 2s much as in the other, doubtless Hfth some benign purpose in perspec i've. Now, it might be that this charm. 1ng woman had really never received hIs letter; such things have been Hlown to go astray. In any case he oould not say that he had written That would have cast a doubt upon Ter word, an unpardonable rudeness Eo, for her very beauty alone, he gave Ter the full benefit of the doubt.
 You mustn't let the matter trouble you in the least" he said, his helm ct How nicely adjusted under his arm.
 ID was so long ago I had really for. xctten all about It." Which was very Tell said for George.
 But I haven't. I have often won. 1ered what you must have thought of be. Monte Carlo is such a placei But ! must present my daughter. I am Mrs Chedsoye."
 "I am glad to meet you, MT. Jones;' and in the sad eyes there was a glim, fner of real friendliness. More, sh4 Extended her hand.
 M It was well worth while, that hun. Bred and fifty pounds. It was well worth the pinch here and the pinch there which had succeeded that loan. For he had determined to return to America with pound or two on his letter of credit, and the success of 4hs determination was based upon |&nany a sacrifice in comfort, sacrifices be had never confided to his parents. #lt was not in the nature of things to #fonfess that the first woman he had &net in his wanderings should have &been the last As he took the girls #hand, with the ulterior intent of hold. Hing it till death do us part, he won, Hdered why she had laughed like that. sThe echo of it still rang in his ears. And while he could not have described l.. he knew instinctively that 1t had been born of bitter thought. They chatted for a quarter of an hour or more. and managed famously. lt seemed to him that Fortune Ched- boye was the first young woman he had ever met who could pull away sudden barriers and open up pathways Tor speech, who, when he was about to founder into some cul-de-sac, guided Nhim adroitly into an alley round it.. Not once was 1t necessary to drag In the weather, that perennial if threadbare topic. He was truly aston ished at the ease with which he sus- tained his part in the converss ton, and began to think pretty well of himself, It did not occur to him that when two clever and attractive women set forth to make a man talk Gal ways excepting he is dumb, they nev- CT fail to succeed. To do this they contrive to bring the conversation within the small circle of his work. his travels, his preferences, bis ambi- tions. To be sure. all this is not fully extracted in fifteen minutes, but a woman obtains in that time a good idea of the ground plan.
 Two distinct purposes controlled the women in this instance. One desired 10 interest him, while the other sought 1o learn whether he was stupid or only shy.
 At last. when he left them to change his clothes and hurry down to Cooks, to complete the bargain for the Yhior- des, he had advanced so amazingly well that they had accepted his invi tation to the polo-match that after noon. He felt that invisible Mercuri- al wings had sprouted from his heels. Tor in running up the stairs, he was aware of no gravitative resistance. That this anomaly Gan acquaintance with two women about whom he knew nothing) might be looked upon askance by those who conformed to the laws and bylaws of social usages. worried him not in the least. On the contrary. he was thinking that he would be the envy of every other man out at the club that afternoon.
 We'll ?" said Mrs. Chedsoye, a quiz sical smile slanting her lips.
 You wish my opinion?" countered the daughter. "Ie is shy, but he is neither stupid nor silly: and when he smiles he is really good-looking."
 My child" replied the woman drawing off her gloves and examining her shapely hands, q have looked in. 70 the very heart of that young man thousand years ago, red-cross on hls surtout, he would have been beat Ing his fists against the walls Of Jerusalem; five hundred years later, he would have been singing chant royaies under lattice-windows; a pa iadin and poet"
 How do you know thatf Did he make love to you7"
 No; but I made love to him with out his knowing it; and that was more to my purpose than having him maKe love to me-" enigmatlcally.
 lhree days. and he was so guileless mat he never asked my name. But ln Monte Carlo, as you know, one asks ouly your bankers name"
 And your purpose?"
 It Is still mine, dear. Do you real ze that We haven't seen each other m Tour months. and that you haven't onered to kiss me "
 Did he go away without writing to you about that money?"