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The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1915-10-03

bargained for with the old magnate
upstairs. Rodney showed only too
plainly that he had something on his
mind. He drew her into small recep-
ton room on the first floor and made
her sit down. It was little pink and
gold room which was never used ex-
cept for a cloakroom when dinners
were given or the housekeeper engag-
ed new servant. Lately AIary's type
writing machine had come to figure
anonymously as n part of its furnish
ings since the clicking keys bothered
Mr.. Martin In his library and Mary
came down here often to write.
Despite her bargain with the old gen.
tleman upstairs she made a brave at
tempt to ward OF something that she
saw was inevitable here and now. She
took the lines in her own hands and
tried to steer the conversational craft
safely through the rapids.
"Rodney," she said, tell me what you
have been doing today"
he told her.
well, call that very improbable
twelve hours" said Mary firmly. Rod
ney, why don't you do something
worth while? Why don't you so into
some business? Have an Office with
your name on the door. Be somebody.
1t would please your father so.'
Rodney was dressed in the correctest
masculine fashion. Mary noted-gray
spats. u braided English morning coat,
huge white carnation In his button
hole, and quite heavenly trousers. BE
wore a tie from Dasher's. Rodney was
nice boy, and Ind nice manners. &c
was only twenty-four and his face had
q certain quaint, frank charm in spite
Of his funny little mustnchc. He was
by no means brainless, Mary was sure
Notwithstanding his fathers theories;
only undeveloped by reason of the kind
OF life he had led and its appallingly
6rictionless conditions.
At the present moment he had an
unaccustomed air Of resolution that
pervaded all the little room and made
Mary retreat behind the typewritlne
desk, quilting in spite of herself. As
she sat down, to her establishment, she
beheld Rodney turning the key in the
door that led into the hall.
3D."
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. i -N
you said we'd starye together I Just
choked all up.'
please don't. Rodney protested
Mary. quite genuinely touched. and
Rodney went on:
"Just because he's got a lot OF mon.
ey he seems to think there isn't any
left for other people. but I'llshow him.
may not have much Mt the start, but
watch my finish
what are you going to DOR she
asked him excitedly.
"Imsgoing TO work"
You are-rally? ."
Eyes. indeed. Father couldn't make
me do II, but you can. m work Bor
you"
ooh, you are splendidv Mary cried
"shall you get positiong'
81 should say not! Work for some
one else? No! I'm going in business
for myself you. I'm going to
show the stun that's In me. Ofcourse
we can't get married till i've made
good. Win you waltz
Yes, dear said Mary shyly.
you're dandy!" cried Rodney,
moving nearer to her.
what business are you going intoi'
she asked.
u don't know yet" said Rodney.
I'm going upstairs to pack suit case
and think. Wait here for me. I'll be
back in fifteen minutes he sang out,
grabbing her and kissing her hastily.
but heartily.
ooh. oh-please'- protested Mary.
Don't mind, Mary. I'll get you used
to EN-" he called from the doorway.
She threw herself back on the Louis
XIV. sofa next the yellow typists desk
and waited, in u sudden reverle. The
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carved wooden rim Of the sofa back
Just fitted chink in her coiffure com
fortabiy, aud she lapsed into that curl
Gus state Of intraspcction that comes
sometimes with bodily and mental re-
iaxation. Whit did she think Of herself
ior what shed done this evening? Was
lie any better than an adyenturess7
.las she not csjollng a young man
~ r-nnps.r:; IL her for the love OF
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planned: tell you what III do. Seven.
ty-fve dollars q week and 10 per cent
of what he makes"
"All right, I'll go you," said Mary.
Good said Mr.. Martin.
.fWill you just write me q note stat
ing the facts and consideration? Mary
pursued.
Certainly
He began to write, and as his PEI
moved across the paper Mary went onli
cas- soon as you see Rodney yonI.
have to discharge me.s y,
"I viii, violently. I'm pretty good
actor under your direction
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ROI COOPER MEGRUE and WALTER HACKETI

tin angriiy In the hall.
@I'm coming. father. Coming quak.
ed Rodney as Returned the key.
The door was no sooner opened than
his father strobe into the room stern
ly, uttering the ejaculation "Ouch!'
twice and the polite phrase 1.-THE deyill''
at least once'as he crossed the thresh.
old.
"wby was that door lockedY' he de
manded, Sowing.
"was IT locked?" asked Rodney in.
nocently.
you young fool, didn't you just I'M
lock it?' ronred his father.
$50 did" said Rodney nervously.
Diary in the meanwhile had retreat
ed to her typewriter. and now began
typifying violently.
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BIG APPLES.

ATCH1soN, Kan, Oct. rwen
ty-four apples to the bnshel Is th,
enormous kind Of fruit raised thiI
year by E. X. Browning. a farmer
near here. Txelve Of the apples
which are Of tie wolf River variety
on exhibit IN 3 local bank nicely al!
a half-hnshel measure.
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,ssIs i LII 4 3: if1I'l
yosl d X
That WAN ! 0saS : ~ 8 :
Mary y only md srfSSk Is ~ ~ J
% start 70 work
HmE' went HI. 1faTtia: tSpD, : 7. ~
ann g his chair. 3
that hu0f Demanded 1ear1
Quaetl
uite cute said Martin ean1aays
: was Just thinking We mig ut n6kl
some aereement 70 have you keel hin
On tho Job u
10 keep him on tie 4oby, echoed
May faint heartedly. Hsre Wss 4
new complication Il the soap kineg w
proposing q second chapter IA tSa a.,
ceptton. She had honestly meant a,
give the whole thing up. She trnlrI
did not want Ro6pey'So 1t peE,1,n,Rue1f:
" interested IN her, She had ist i,in,I
kiss her-ths memnty Of Id .irirses stiii;
trembled on her iips-hut she M .do -.
that for Tho boys own eood Pocs M.
tie secretagy pretty slittie Marys Grsys,,
SON. what was .she TO think AZ thinss.
how cleaye her way through tiIiE fsns1
Gle OF motives that bond her hssrSl
and handsi She had lei him ar 49,
yes, but had It reallyl been 1890, - a.
herr was tt-badi No ~, fonn6 hsri
whole SOM protestdne. q wa ~ 1890 ,,,s
or bad. It had be,e,n for a. hov.s nrr
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cHA,,PrER m.
sComplications.

AZ WANT to talk to you," said Rod.
ney, coming toward Mary. I've
been wanting this opportunity
for days, and now that I've got
II ] don't propose 10 be interrupted.
That's why I locked the door"
Rodney had come over to her.
II want to talk to you," lie said inn
patnousiy. ..siary. Will you marry me:"
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SYNOPSIS

Old Cyrus Martin, the head of the Amer.
lean soap trust. makes bet of $1,000 with
friend, John Clark. rival soapmaker.
that his CfnrtIn's) son Rodney would be
making more money at the end Of a year
than clarks son Ellery.
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hs en- IN 10 10 Keep from
Sstsryinkg' demand led his father. You're
not q pt0ducer You never VIM b.
You're 5uBts an idler. You couldn't
earn IS q week. But you'll have 4
chance to Try. You'll get out of my
house tonight. or IN have ycn thrown
out.
Nov. father
\ .'Not another word. SIR. not another
wordr cried his father and stamped
out angriiy into the hall.
Mary gave an involuntary sigh of re-
lief.
cts getting more like that play ev-
cry minute Rodney chuckled.
.'oh, Rodney. I'm so, so sorry," sniy-
eled Mary.
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commune Ne1t lsanlgday,. 5!
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CONTINUED from last sunday.)
Rodney Martin himself as luck
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enuncIatlo

Remuneration.
On the third day after the singular
trial OF Hetty Castleton in Sara's H.
brary. young Mrs. Wrandall's motor
drew up In front of a lofty office build
Ing In lower Broadway; it's owner
stepped down from the limousine and
entered the building. A few moments
later she walked briskiy into the
splendid offices of Wrandall & Co.,
private bankers and steamship-own-
ers. The clerks In the outer offices
stared for a moment in significant
surprise, and then bowed respectfully
to the beautiful silent partner in the
great concern.
1t was the first time she had been
seen In the offices since the tragic
event that had served to make her a
member Of the firm. A boy at the in
formation desk, somewhat impressed
by her beauty and the trim elegance
of her long black broad-tail coat. to
say nothing Of the dark eyes that
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THE END.
Pigeon Makes 7Oc-MUe Trlp.

Thirteen-year-old Marion Olram Of
Goldfeld, New. is in her new San
Francisco home today, and so is Dizzy,
according to a dispatch to the New
York Sun.
Dizzy is not a homer, but for an or.
binary pigeon it has an acute travel
ing sense. 1t followed its little mis-
tress all the 700 miles by train from
Goldfeld to San Francisco, and then
to her home here. Marion kissed Dizzy
good-by at Goldfeld and then wept.
She looked out of the car window
and there was Dizzy. She took it In.
kissed it again and tossed 1t out once
more.
But the pigeon wouldn't go back.
When the Olrams got on the ferry at
Oakland, across the bay from San
Francisco, Dizzy alighted on the girls
arm.
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(0|ThET /H 6/AODD| XND g. COVN94TI

inc about her. Strange to say | have
neve disliked her"
~ you had made the slightest eff
have"
MY dear Mr.. Wrandall," she inter
rupted quickly, II credit you with the
desire to be fair and just TO me. You
have tried to like me. You have even
deceived yourself at times. but
why these gentle determinations? We
merely p~rolong an unfortunate con.
test between antagonistic natures,
with no hope Of genuine peace being
established. | do not regret that /
am your daughter-in-law, nor do l be
lieVe that you would regret 1t II I had
no been the daughter of Sebastian
Gooch."
Your father was Is little impress.
ed with my son as I was with his
laughter" said Redmond Wrandall
drily. 81 am forced to confess that he
was she better fudge. We had the
better of the bargain"
II believe you mean II, Mr.. Wran-
dali" she said. a note of gratitude In
her voice. Goodbye. Mr.. Carroll
will see you tomorrow" She glanced
quickly about the room. 81 shall send
for-for certain articles that are NO
longer required in conducting the bus
mess OF Wrandall & Co"
With a quaint little smile, she indi-
Gated the two photographs OF herself.
by Jove, Sara" burst out Leslie
abruptly. 81 wish you'd let me have
that Gypsy Nab picture. I've always
been dotty over It, don't you know
Ripping study"
Fer lip curled slightly.
CAS- a matter OF fact" he explained
conclusively, "Chal often said he'd
leave 1t to me when he died. In a
joking way, of course, but I'm sure he
meant H."
You may have It, Leslie" she said
slowly. 1t is doubtful If he correctly
interpreted the movement Of her head
as she uttered the words.
Thanks" said he. "IIl hang II IN
my den, If you don't object"
1--WE shall expect Mr.. Carroll tomor-
row, Sara" said his father, with an air
Of finality. Goodbye. May l ask
what plans you are making for the
winter"
They are very Indefinite"
~ say, Sara, why don't you get
married." asked Leslie, surveying the
Gypsy Nab photograph with undIs-
guised admiration as he held it at
arms length. Ripping" This to the
picture.
She paused near the door to stare
at him for q moment, unutterable
scorn in her eyes.
I've had a notion you were pretty
keen about Brandy Booth" he went
on amiably.
She caught her breath. There was
an instant's hesitation on her part be-
fore she replied.
You have never been very smart at
making love guesses, Leslie" she said
IT'S a trick you haven't acquired"
He laughed uncomfortably. Neat
stroke, that"
Following her into the corridor out
side the Offices, he pushed the elevator
bell for her.
Il meant what I said, Sara" he re-
marked. somewhat doggedly. You
ought to get married. Chal didn't
leave much for you to cherish. There's
no reason why you should go on like
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Island Paradise Of Birds.

On one little island in Gatun lake,
formerly known as Lion Hill, before
the impounded waters Of the Chagres
river isolated 1t from the rest OF the
Canal Zone. are more species of birds
than in any one locality In the west
ern hemisphere. u. A. Goldman OF the
biological survey. department of agri-
culture. IN two short collecting trips
to Panama has procured about 800
different species. and II Is estimated
that q larger variety Is to be found
within the limits Of the Canal Zone
than In any one state In the United
States-about 800.
In the n~eigh6oshCod of Gatun, at the
Atlantic entrance Of the Canal zoaA
no less than $50 species have ho0
found.
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this. living alone and all that sort OF
thing. You're young and beautiful
and"
"Oh. thank you. Leslie" she cried
out sharply.
"You see, it's going to be this way:
Hetty will probably marry Booth.
That's on dit. l take II. You're depend
ing or her for companionship. Well,
she'll quit you cold after she's mar
ried. She will"
She interrupted him peremptorily.
IF Challis did nothing else for me.
Leslie. he at least gave me you to
cherish. Once more. goodbye"
The elevator stopped for her. He
strolled back to his Office with a NJ.
Fled frown on his face. She certainly
vas inexplicable.
The angry red faded from her
cheeks as she sped homeward in the
automobile. Her thoughts were NO
longer OF Leslie but Of another !.
She sighed and closed her eyes. and
her cheeks we're Wbs.
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Workmen from q picture dealers -
adjustment were engaged in ngsng
a f%ull'length portrait in the long Nv
ing-room of her apartment when she
reached home. She had sent to the
country for Booths picture Of Hetty.
and was having II hung in a c%onspicu-
Gus place.
Passing the open library door, Sara
paused for an instant to peer within.
Then she went On down the hall to her
W sitting-room. The mary was
singing glibly IN his cage by the win
dow-side.
She threw aside her furs, and. with
out removing her hat, passed into the
bed-chamber at the left of the coy lit
tie boudoir. This was Hetty's room.
Her was directly opposite. On
the girls dressing-table, leaning
against the broad. low mirror, stood
the unframed photograph OF a man.!
With a furtive glance over her shout.
der, Sara crossed to the table and
took up the picture In her gloved
hand. For a long time she stood there
gazing into the frank. go%od-looking
face OF Brandon Booth. She breathed
faster; her hand shook; her eyes
were strained as II by an inward sug-
gestion Of pain.
She shook her head slowly. as II in
final remuneration Of a secret hope or
the Punishment Of an unwelcome de-
sire, and resolutely replaced the pho
tograph. Her lips were almost white
as she turned away and re-entered the
room beyond.
He belongs to her" she said. un
consciously speaking aloud; land he is
like all men. She must not be unhap-
py."
Presently she entered the library.
She had exchanged her tailor-suit for a
dainty ho~use-gown. Hetty was still
seated in the big lounging chair, be-
fore the swapping fire, apparently not
having moved since she looked in on
passing a quarter Of an hour before
One Of the girls legs was curled up
under her, the other swung loose; an
elbow rested on the arm OF the chair.
and her cheek was in her hand.
Coming softly up from behind. Sara
leaned over the back Of the chair and
put her hands under her friends chin.
tenderly. lovingly. Hetty started and
shivered.
"Oh, Sara, how cold your hands
are!"
She grasped them in her own and
fondly strOked them, as II to restore
warmth to the long, slim fingers which
gave the lie to Mrs. Coburn's declara,
lions.
I've been thinking all morning OF
what you and Brandon proposed to
me last night" said Sara, looking
straight over the girls head, the dark,
languorous, mysterious glow filling her
eyes. 1T is good of you both to wan
me, but"
Nov don't say but Sara" cried
Hetty. I'VE mean 1t. and you must
let us have our way
1T would be splendid to be heal
you all the time, dear; II would be
wonderful to live with you as you so
generously propose. but l cannot do
1t. l must decline"
And may I ask why you decline to
live with me?" demanded Hetty re-
sentfully.
Because love you so dearly" said
sara.
TITn rNn
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shone through the narrow veil, forgot
the dignity of his office and went so
far as to politely ask her who she
wanted to see and what name,
please"
The senior clerk rushed forward
and transtixed the new boy with a
glare.
"A new boy. Mrs. Wrandall." he
made haste to explain. To the new
boys surprise, the visitor was con-
Quoted with much bowling and scrap
Ing into the private offices, where no
one ventured except by special edict
of the powers,
who was it," he asked. in some
awe. OF a veteran s~tenographer who
came UP and sneered at him.
Mrs. Challis Wrandall, you little
simpleton." said she, and for once he
failed to snap back.
II Is Of record that for nearly two
whole days, he was polite to every Wis.
itor who approached him and was
generally worth his salt.
Sara found herself in the close lit
tie room that once had been her hus-
bands, but was now scrupulously held
in reserve for her own use. Rather q
waste OF space, she felt as she looked
about the office. The clerk busted an
easy chair and threw open the long
unused desk near the window.
1--WE are very glad TO see you here.
madam" he said. This room hasn't
been used much. as you may observe.
IL there anything | can do for your"
She continued her critical survey of
the room. Nothing had been changed
since the days when she used to visit
her husband here on occasions of rare
social Importance: such as calling to
take him out to luncheon, or to see
that he got safely home on rainy after
Moons. The big picture of a steamship
still hung on the wall across the room.
Her own photograph, in a silver frame
stood In one OF the recesses OF the
desk. She observed that there was
a clean white blotter there, too; but
the ink wells appeared to be empty,
II she was to Judge by the look of
chagrin on the clerks face as he in
spected them. Photographs Of polo
scenes In which Wrandall was a prom.
inent figure, hung about the walls,
with two or three pictures Of his favor
lite ponies. and one of a ragged gypsy
girl with wonderful eyes. carrying a
monkey In a crude wooden cage strap
ped to her back. On closer observa-
ton one would have recognized Sara's
peculiarly gipsy-like features In the
face OF the girl. and then one would
have noticed the caption written I'm
red Ink at the bottom of the photo
graph: "The Trumbell's Fancy Dress
Ball. January 10. '07. Sara as Gypsy
Nab"
With a start. Sara came out Of her
painful veverie. She passed her hand
over her eyes. and seemed thereby to
put the polite senior clerk back into
the picture once more.
"No. thank you. IL Mr.. Redmond
Wrandail down this afternoon?"
"He came In not ten minutes ago.
Mr.. Leslie wrandall II also here.
Shall tell Mr.. Wrandall you wish to
see himi"
you may tell him thst am here.
II you please" she said.
Il am very sorry about the ink
wells. madam" nurmured the clarh.
We've were ~ sxps~t,~.-~
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CHAPTER xxI.-continued.

CHAPTER xxI.-continued.
= did SSt see ths register at the
Inn. i dk net know till afterwards
that w were not booked. Once up
stairs, ! refused to remove my hat OF
my veil or my coat until he brought
his friend to me. He pretended to be
very angry over bis friends failure
10 be there beforehand, rs he had
promised. He ordered a supper
served In the room. | did not eat any
thing. Somehow | was beginning to
understand. vaguely of course. but
surely-and bitterly. Mr.. Wrandall
Suddenly he threw off the mask.
He coolly informed me that he
knew the kind of q girl | was. ! had
been on the stage. He said 1t was no
use trying to work the marriage game
On him. He was too old a bird and
too wise to fall for that. Those we're
his words. l was Mortified, stunned.
when / began 10 cry out In my fury,
he laughed at me but swore he would
marry me even at that IL 1t were not
Cor the fact that he was already mar
ried. / tried to leave the DON
Tie held me. He kissed me a hundred
times before could break away. l.
tried to scream. A little
aater on, when | was absolutely des-
perate, I'll snatched up the knife.
There was nothing else left for me
20 do. | struck at him. He fell back
on the bed. / stole out OF the
Apnh Aa,.u n~a h,Vra aPtnruy.rA
1t seemed to me. | cannot tell you
bow long I stood there watching him.
l was crazed by fear. II"
Redmond Wrandall held up his
hand.
I'VE will spare you the rest. Miss
Castleton." he said. his voice hoarse
and unnatural. There is no need to
say more"
"You-you understand You do be-
Ieve me?" she cried.
He looked down at his wife's bowed
head, and received no sign from her;
then al the white, drawn faces OF his
children. They met his gaze and he
read something In their eyes.
II think your story is SO convinc-
ing that we've could not endure the
shame Of having 1t repeated to the
world"
Il cannot ask you to forgive me,
sir. only ask you TO believe me,s
she murmured brokenly. Il am
sorry 1t had to be. God Is my witness
that there was no other way"
Mr.. Carroll came to his feet. There
we're tears in his eyes.
Il think. Mr., Wrandall. you will now
appreciate my motives in"
Pardon me. Mr.. Carroll. II | sug-
xcst that Miss Castleton' does not re-
suire any defense at present" said
Mr.. Wrandall stifly. your motives
we're doubtless good. VIII you be SO
good az to conduct US to a room where
We may-may be alone for a short
Whlle?"
There was something tragic In the
mans face. His SOL and daughter
arose as if moved by an instructive
realization OF a duty. and perhaps for
the FIRST time in their lives were sub
nissive to an influence they had never
quite recognized before-a fathers
unalterable right TO command. For
nee In their lives they were meek
IN his presence. They stepped to his
side and stood waiting, and neither
Of them spoke.
Mr.. Wrandall laid his hand heavily
On his wife's shoulder. She started,
n~~lr.l -, .a.ho- x..tI, o,l tAo.
arose without assistance. He did not
make the mistake of offering to assist
her. He knew too well that to Ques.
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e1on her strength now would be but to
Invite weakness. She was strong. He
knew her well.
She stood straight and frm for a
euw seconds. trassfxing Hetty with a
uDck that seemed 70 bore into the very
ueul Of her, and tan spoke.
You ask us 70 - your judges"
RI ask you 70 jadEe not me alope
hG--your son - WE'LL" said Hetts.
nosting her loDk steadily. You oan-
- prOncunce me innocent withsut
peno6ssring HIN guilty. II win -
hqr6.y
aara raised her head from her arms.
You know tho way into my sitting
bpom. Leslie" she said. Win singular
iMfsctness. Then she arose an1 drew
~ azure - ~ - hGkhk SRSaass
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Good ons

10 you want me to misreprs~
the goods and say they are fine wAGA
they are not!" asked the new salaD-
man.
Yes" sternly answered the unr
scrupulous dealer. Always rcmeDr
Der that cur asssts ar~ vonr ,ieabd.
ttiAs."
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The Hollow
BIZ s. Of Her Hand
George Barr McCutCheOn
CHAPTER XXI.

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