The Press., 1915-10-27

who were eligible. When she had weighed and sifted them and discarded the impossiblGS and the undesirables there remained but two-Roger Frame and Dr. Deering.
 Roger Frame was a civil engineer, or. rather, an uncivil one -brusque and bad hammered, but withal fine, strong character and good friend. s"And," debated Angela, ''it must be desirable to have ones husband good friend as we'll"
 Dr. Deering was her minister, the middle aged rector of her church. ' q will explain to them," thought Angela. with hot cheeks. '"They will understand and, as that office girl said. it is leap year. l am only taking ad- vantage of my privilege"
 The next morning Angela arrayed herself in her best frock, happily a new one of soft gray with a hat to match. The hat was trimmed with violets, and at her breast she pinned a bunch of the same sweet purple blos- soms.
 Who could guess the panic in An gelas heart when she stood before Roger Frames office door? All her principles were in revolt, in arms Uncle Joseph's money.
 Facing Roger Frame in his private office, Angela's panic found refuge in hasty speech. Her words tumbled des- perately from her lips.
 Roger Frames rugged face was gravely tender as he took her hands in his. "-' ....
 You have done me such great honor, Miss Winton," he said gently. <, ".that am proud of your confidence in me. But, you see, I've complicated matters by engaging myself to Mrs. Weed, but sit down and let us talk it oyer."
 Angela smiled bravely and shook her head. I've another name on my list, " she said hardily. '"The rector"
 Dear lady," said Frame earnestly, q wish you much joy and success in your quest. Dr. Deering is good fel- low, but I'd like to wiring your uncle's neck for placing you in such a posi- tionv'
 Angela's lip quivered. "If MT. Gates by had only thought of some other way out of it," she said piteously.
 "Catesby? He's the lawyer in the case?' asked Frame quickly. She nodded. You see, l must do something, MT. Frame" and with one shamed look over her shoulder, she slipped out and closed the door upon a very angry man.
 Roger Frame jerked the telephone re- ceiver from its hook and called John Catesby's number.
 Dr. Deering's reception room was bathed in mellow sunshine when trim maid ushered an agitated Angela into the room.
 "Dr. Deering is engaged at present" said the servant. He will be at lib erty in a little while."
 Left alone, Angela could hear the frightened humping of her heart
 There was the purr of a motOrcar outside and the sound was instantly stilled. The rector had another visitor. Angela's courage waned rapidly. She had arisen in a panic when the ser want ushered a man into the room with the same explanatory formula.
 The man was John T. Catesby.
 ."Ah" he cried quickly. Have you seen him? Am I in timer"
 "I haven't seen him yet," admitted Angela faintly.
 tH,nvn hn ko Npnv vsraA edly, "why not marry me, Angela3 love you. I want you for my wife" :" He held out his hands. Angela placed her trembling hands in his. If have to marry any one," she faltered: "I'm so glad it's you!"
 He drew her closer.
 Suppose your uncle had never writ ten you? Suppose there had been no fortune involvedY he whispered.
 "Your love would have been riches enough" said Angela, her face against his and her pretty hat all crooked.
 He smiled contentedly.
 ''Then you may read this," he said drawing a cablegram from his pocket. Tt came half an hour ago."
 It was from Sydney, Australia, and dated the day before. 1t announced the death of Joseph Henry Winton.
 Angela would have drawn away from his arm. but he held her closely.
 And you come to me after thatT' she asked.
 Didn't say I loved your he re- torted gruff1y. i've been screwing up vv1xy &r toll &vnep an heiress was a dash of cold water"
 "But what shall we say to Dr. Deer ingT questioned Angela.
 'Why, we'll ask him to omciate at our wedding next weekw was Gates Dy's brilliant suggestion.