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it. Wait a minute" He went toward
the house to get his hat, and called
Broadway as he went. "Oh, Jackson!
Say Jackson!"
Broadway appeared at the door.
The g%uv'nor and / are going for a
little walk. Well be back in a few
minutes"
BE sure you are. We're waiting
dinner for him, and the girls are just
crazy to meet him."
The elder Wallace caught the words.
Instantly he felt that his suspicious
had been justified. Girls! And his
son and the young millionaire there
with them in the millionaire's own
house! "The girls!" he exclaimed
with hearty disapproval.
Wallace laughed at him. ooh, not
what you mean-not what you mean,
guv'nor! Regular girls. Nice people.
You understand"
Say, Bob, do me a favor, will you?
Show your father the plant while you
are gone" Broadway called after him.
I'm going to-" Then, as Broadway
gazed after them, half worried and half
smiling, he heard Bob explaining
Jonesville to his skeptical and dis
pleased parent.
you see," he heard, this is the resi-,
Dental part of the town. Over there is
the business section
His voice trailed off into silence as
they vanished through the gates.
Broadway smiled. Somehow he was
beginning to feel faith in life. For the
first time he was busy with real
things. The joy of definite effort in
mans work had seized him. He was
surprised to find himself absorbed in
wonder if, perhaps, he might not have
a happier life in Jonesville than ne had
had in New York city. But he could
not take existence very solemnly! He
felt too good.
Say, Bob, show him the drug store,
too" he shouted after the departing
pair.
The Judge, who had watched the cpl
sode with interest from the house win
dows, came out to Broadway, some
what worried. HAS he gone for
good?"
mo; he's coming back"
He was mad as a halter about
something. Did you notice it?"
Eyes; and 1. think I know what it
is"
Something the young fellow did,"
I'm afraid So"
Nothing wrong!"
81 hope not"
The judge spoke with emphasis, and
he thought himself a really good judge
Of human nature. ooh, I'm sure it
can't be. If I can estimate character,
that young man is incapable Of any
thing but good" He looked at Broad
way almost with a fatherly affection.
He's a great friend of yours. my
boy"
81 should say he isl"
Broadway gazed after them, wonder.
ing what all of this would end in. But
he was not greatly worried. Indeed,
he felt %singularly light-hearted, and
found it hard to choke back laughter
when he heard the judge iexpostulat-
ing with his wife, referring to the
early eTening hour as if it had been
midnight. Come on, ma" the old man
was arguing, almost pettishly, we've
got to get toward home. It's after
seven o'clock already"
She sighed. She did not wish to go.
She had never before had an oppor.
tunity to poke around in the great
Jones house, filled with treasures from
far countries. books in foreign Ian
guages, family portraits by extrapr-
binary painters who could make q hui
man face look like a granite mask,
Rogers s%tatuettes and other objects of
high art, to say nothing Of ornate and
m~astodonic articles of mahogany fur
niture-solid, not veneered, and up
holstered in the very slipperiest hair
cloth. ..-
Its after seven O'clock" the Judge
repeated.
Eyes, I suppose we must be going"
said his wife reluctantly.
MONS generally abed by eight"
the judge said proudly.
Except Saturday nights" she
granted. II sometimes sit up till ten
on Saturdays" This was evidently dis
sipation so extraordinary that she told
Of it only in the strictest confidence.
But then," she added, 1--WE sleep till
all hours Sunday. Sometimes l don't
get up till after ski"
She smiled at Broadway; he smiled
gaily back at her and choked a word of
comment which had risen to his lips.
That gave him, in his heart, a queer
feeling of elation-almost as great as
that which he had felt after he had lee
tured Pembroke. Broadway felt, and
glorified in the feeling, that he was
growing up with great rapidity.
Come on, Clara" Mrs. Spotswood
called. The two girls were in a porch
swing, giggling.
You're not all going to leave me,
are you?" Broadway said protestingly.
Clara, who had risen obediently,
looked about the group. where's Mr..
Wallace?" she demanded. Her inter-
est in him vas constant. She had
heard nothing of the elder WaIlace's
arrival.
He's gone to take a stroll with his
father"
"Oh. is his father here?" This aston