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The Morning Story
JANE AND TIL; NET.
By Molly McNiastcr.

man could ever take the place OF Polly
Warden. yet Polly was walking out
of her life forever. Jane hcavcd n siGh
and returned up the garden path and
into the rose clad cottage.
She had walked all the way TO the
gate I'm continued effort TO make
amends with Polly for the hasty words
that had passed between them. Hut
Polly had refused TO take up tho cord
OF Friendship so rudcly snapped by
what she called James Unsuitable desire
TO iirt with every man she met. Polly
was the old fa shioncd type OF girl who
believed that love was "a sacred emo
ton, and not 20 be iostled about and
played with while James ideas were
rather vague ON the subject.
Her propensity for hirtine was not
vague. however ana never n man came
within range OF her lovely eyes but
Jane lured him into her net. II he
sprawlcd about in the net and made
himself miserable Jane only lnurh,d
softly and told him 1t was his own
fault for being caught
Polly had scoldcd her soundIy from
time 10 time, but never until Jane cast
inviting eyes at willard Wright did
the mild OLD fashioned Polly become
really nfuriatc.
You might have a little modcs,y
about YOU" she had said IN burst
Of anger willard loves me. and
y
front Of him Even the best OF men
are not proof against such charm as
yours. ] hope the day may come when
YOU will see the man YOU love turning
from YOU TO some other woman's al
Turing beauty 1t Will serve YOU right
10 get n great big dose of Your Own
medicine" Polly had turned then
and gone quickly out of the house. lane
mad followcd III Il tardy effort TO apollo
"iae for her needless flirting with Will
lard. but Polly had continued her de
tcrmined way.
And now, as James sat alone in the
cottage she told herself defantly that
Folly WAS narrow and that such friend
ship WAS better severed She rcpcnted
her efforts TO Conciliate Polly She
would amuse herself to her hearts con
tent now that Polly's seedlings would
not follow.
Jane hated 10 admit to herself that
she missed tho habitual lectures OF her
frivolity. md that nothing seemed just
complete without Polly as her constant
companion
1t was not until John Guthrie en-
tered her life that James heart was
seriously affected. All unconsciously.
while Turing the big Scoichman into
her net, Jane tripped and fell hcadlong
INTO II herself. The sensation was at
first startling, ana finally most alarm
ing, for the Scotchman seemed perfect
ly ohlivious to the fact that Jane
VAS his for the asking.
old fashioned Polly sitting back
compictcly cnvcloprd in the love Of
Willard Wright watched the proceed
nss with infinite enjoyment. She and
Jane had never broken tho silence
that spanned an interval OF three
months. yet Polly was perfectly aware
pf all that transpircd in the life OF her
erStwhilo intimate friend.
The two girls often i'm bn gam
ballroom attending the same dances
yet neither seemed so much as to know
mat the other WAS there and never by
word or look conveyed the secret know
ledge that each bore pnnwing pain
HE pain of severed friendship.
Jane tried desperately to conceal
her interest in John Guthrie. but her
eyes followed his every movement. lie
hirtcd lazily and mildly with most of
the girls, but most of all he lowered
over the old-fashioned. soft eyes Pol
And Polly, looking swiftly across at
Jane. smiled in such a way as 10 make
James blood stand still. Polly was
going TO break her lifelong habit Of
demuer, maidenly modesty and nirt
openly and shnmelessly with the
Scotchman.
James Inns curled in scorn In spite
Of the fear and pain that was grip
ping her she knew that Polly with
her absurdly A!NtinT. eyes of blue
and her gcnte. persuasive manner, to-
s"ther with the touch OF allurins CO.
fuetry she was now employing. would
break the heart Of any man.
However. Jane had sufficient Of
"ride and self-coutrol 10 carry on her
o0u ;liriations with a Very apparent
supply az blindness To polly's maneu-
vcr. lier smiles We're plentiful, and no
uu. in the ballroom suspected tina,
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