Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1919-04-21
CHAPTER LXV.

Mildred Brent loved sensation
Moreover, she liked to ghock her sis
ter.
So 1t was with a perverted sense
of pleasure that she returned to
the room in which Honora sat.
The older girl looked up. sur
prised She had supposed that Ar
thur would stay longer.
She felt a stir of compassion for
her little sister" as she noted the
girls red eyes. Perhaps, after al,
Mildred's better self had come to
the front at last and made her genL-
inely sorry for Arthur in his trouble.
Mildred toyed with the news she
was about to im?art. Shr wanted
to make Il as astounding as pcssi-
BILE.
Arthur has gone" she said.
Yes? Honora rejoined. II sup
pose he is very tired after the strain
of the past few days. And, added to
all the sorrow. is the anxiety about
his fathers business. He must pull
it up now out of the condition it is
in"
ooh. guess there's more money in
the concern than you have been led
to think" Mildred commented
lightly. And anyway, Mr.. Bruce
must have left big life insurance.
He was insured with Mr. Hiltons
company-and only the other day
Mr.. Hilton let slip something that
showed me that Mr.. Bruce made a
hobby of life insurance. OF course"
she added, Mr.. Hilton did rot know
that Arthur and 1 were engaged
then"
She emphasized the last word in
her sentence, but Honora DID not
notice it.
A Parting Gift
"By the way, Honora." Mildred
said, you may have those violets.
I don't want them"
why. Milly, 1 would not take your
violets, dear" Honora protested.
They were given to you, weren't
they?"
Sent, not given" Mildred cor
rected. II enjoyed them at first.
for I did not know who sent them.
Now I know"
Honora gazed at her expectantly.
She supposed that Mildred would
make a further revelation, but she
was determined to ask no questions.
You are not especially interest
ed, are you?" Mildred suggested.
after a moments pause.
You know 1 am interested, Milly,"
Honora reproved. But 1 have been
so unfortunate lately in seeming to
interfere in your affairs that 1 have
decided to mind my own business in
the future.
"Oh, Well" Mildred said, signifi-
cantly, "the violets are no especial
business of mine now. For they
came from Arthur-we're done with
each otherw
Even Mildred's sensation-Ioving
soul was satisfied with her compan-
ions reception of this announcement
"Milly" Honora gasped, ARE you
in earest?"
II certainly am" her sister in
formed her. 81 am sick of my en-
eagement 1t was mistake, ny
way. All L ask of you is that you
will not fuss with me about 1t. and
! that you will tell Mrs. Higgins the
facts and ask her not to bother me
with questions"
But, Milly, dear child"-Honora
tried to speak calmly-'do not take
this step unless you are sure of
what you are doing. Do not throw
away the love of man."
Mildred laughed harshly. He's
too good! she declared. "Honora"
taking the violets from their vase
on the dressing table-"do you want
these?"
She Throws Them Away
Honora shook her head. mo,
they were not meant for me-"
"Then"-stepping Quickly to the
window and opening it-"here they
go"
Honora drew in her breath. sharply
as the violets were flung from the
Il DIT
That's done, and let us hope it's
all over for keepsp Mildred ex-
claimed.
1t was when the sisters were pre-
pairing for bed that night that MIL
dred brought the conversation around
to the incident of Honoras having
seen Tom Chandler driving on Sat
urday afternoon.
"Honora," she queried with ILL.,
feigned indifference, do you re-
member when you were talking to
Tom Chandler the other night
down in the dining-room, You know"
Honora's reply was so brief and
her tone so unsympathetic that a
more sensitive person than Miid-ed
Brent would have been snubbed.
WELL" Mildred continued, you
said something then about having
met Tom out driving that after
noon. Who was driving with him?"
why do you ask?"
Because, I want to know, of
course" Mildred snapped. Tell me
who it was!'
"Since you insist upon knowing
1T was the same painted creature
we saw with him on the train IN
our trip up from Hartford" Hon
/ ora said bluntly.-