Connecticut western news., 1920-01-15

"You're Lying, conward."
 his country, in these times. He said he couldn't remain here, and he has already left for England am afraid encouraged him to leave at once. You see, I didn't understand"
 Irene had taken chair, and for some minutes she sat in silence. 'I don't blame you," she said, at length. "You gave him good advice. There remains only one thing for me to do."
 "WhatY' said Edith after a mo- ment's hesitation.
 Follow him! I shall follow him and make him understand. If he must go into battle-with all that that means-he must go in knowing the truth. You have been very kind, Miss Duncan. You have gone out of your way to do me a great service, and you have shown more kindness than I have any right to claim from stranger. feel, too, the call for vengeance" she exclaimed, spring ing to her feet, "but first must find 4|oNCs OlldlI lOlOW dI OlCCs l shall readily locate him in some way through the military service"
 She accompanied her visitor to the door. They shook hands and looked for moment in each others eyes. And then Edith burst away and hur- ried down the street.
 
 Irene had searched London for two weeks. The confidence of her earlier inquiries had diminished with each suc- cessive blind trail, which, promising at first, led her into a maze of confusion and disappointment. Her little store of money was fast dwindling away; she looked into the face of every man in uniform with a pathetic earnestness that more than once caused her to be misunderstood
 The organization of the military i service commanded less enthusiasm than she felt month before She saw it struggling with the apparently im- possible; it was as though she, in her little studio, had been suddenly called upon to paint all the portraits in the world. |. In some degree she un- derstood the difficulties; in equal de gree she sympathized with those who were striving to overcome them, and she hung on from day to day in her search with dogged determination which set it's teeth against admitting that the search was hopeless.
 At last one great fear had settled on her heart. Suppose Dave should not enlist under his right name? In such case her chance of finding him was the mere freak of accidental meet l ing; chance not to be banked upon in country already swarming with its citizen soldiery. . And yet there was nothing to do but keep on.
 She had sought park bench where groups of soldiers were continually moving by. The lights shone on their faces, and her own tired eyes followed them necessarily. Always her ear was alert for voice that should set her heart a-pounding, and more than once she had thought she heard that l voice; more than a score of times she had thought she had seen that figure with its stride of self-reliance, with strength bulging in every muscle. And always it had been to learn that she had been mistaken; always it had been to feel the heart sink just a little lower than before. And still she kept on. There was nothing to do but keep l on.
 Often she wondered how he would receive her. That cold look which had frozen his features when she seized the revolver in his hand, would 1t still sit there, too distant and de- tached to be even scornful? Would she have 1t to break down? She could not know; she could only hope and pray and go on. r.".
 AS she turned her eyes to follow a group of men in uniform she became aware of soldier sitting alone in the shadow short distance away. Some quality about him caught her atten- tfon; his face was not discernible, and his figure was too much in the shadow to more than suggest it's outline. but she found herself regarding him with