New Britain herald., 1921-08-29
Continued From Saturdays Herald)

Continued From Saturdays Herald) Jimmy Gordon. the family black sheep and village ne'r do well. comes | home after several months absence and received a cool welcome. The only pleasant greetings he gets are from Melody a not too respecta ble actress and a dog owned by the local saloon keeper. Jimmy is stepson Of the Rev. Watson Duncan. Rev. Dun can however, ignores Jimmy but goes to the station with T. Elihu Banks, the banker and village magnate. who Is brother to Duncan's wife. making hlm an uncle to Jimmy, where the | pair meet Sidney Banks. Elihu's son. as the latter alights from the train gorgeous in fine rainment and leading a bull terrior by a leash"
 | Jimmy and Carol LandiS are in love with each other. Carol is the daughter of 'Old Dave Landis, owner of the Daily Courier, a run down newspaper | plant. She is an amateur actress and because of her, Jimmy is ordered from home by the Rev. Watson Duncan. | At the Sunday morning service in St. Luke's, the rector alone failed to guess the identity of the girl with pronze-tnted hair who occupied a pack pew with David Landis. He saw her nod, ever so little, and smile as he announced that his evening dis course would be an intimate and prac- tical application of the mornings ser mon to the present-day influence of the theater She was still smiling when she stepped up to him in the vestibule and held out a slim, gloved hand.
 Carol Landis alone remained out wardly unaware of the stir which she herself was creating. She gave her attention entirely to the old man be- side her until the rector appeared But her nod of greeting to him was so intimately eager that MT. Duncan grew a trifle blank and dismayed.
 You don't remember mel" she ac- cused him. And then MT. Duncan re- membered. At her delighted peal of laughter the rector of St. Luke's, little given to levity, could not but see the charming humor of such a preposter- ous statement.
 But I do. my dear young lady" he made haste to reply. Any man who could ever forget you" His face, became florid he finished the implication with bow-"You are little Miss Landis, of course'
 With the eyes of his congregation upon him, the Rev. Watson Duncan accompanied David Landis and his daughter home to the cottage on the back street.
 She had led the way into the small front room and seated him with a graciousness that might have matched Evelyn Latham's coolest boise, al xl- S1I> Ac1>, ! was a casualty risk in itself; and old Dave Landis had withdrawn with a punctilious word concerning an inn portant editorial for the morning edi- ton before it occurred to the Rev. Watson Duncan, with inspiring sud- denness, just how pleasant his duty was.
 My dear child" he began sonor- ously, "it has long been a foolish GUS tom to paint temptation in ugly col ors-a dangerous one as well, fo1 Temptations, in this era, are about the most brightly garbed probloms which we encounter
 And starting thus. he expounded al length his personal impatienCe with so misguided a doctrine that it was a full half hour before he came to refer to the part which she played in the morality play called "Wisdom.'
 It was long half hour. but Caro- gave no sign that she had found i so. She listened without once taking her eyes from his face, even wher he spoke of her departure from War, chester And she bobhed her head rrettily grateful, when he had fin ished.
 But do you realize that yo, t~yl cir rry1n al hol anybody I used to know?" she asked a moment later. You haven't said ; single word about Jimmy, MT. Dun can."
 The benign smile with which h. had been watching her glowing fac was gone in a breath. In that sam breath the silence in the room grey strainer. For an infinitesimal secont the reverend gentleman felt in tinctively that he had been out rageously betrayed.
 That is a subject which I have no 7, mentioned. nor endured to be dis VI cussed in my presence. for many year: '- Miss Landis" He spoke with ex .. ceeding gravity
 y The Rev. Watson Duncan did no
 see the expression which that utter ,, T. ance provoked, for she looked quick " ly away. And she has mastered I u and .contrived somehow smile, be ie fore her head came up again. Bl 'e the brightness of her eyes brought
 awkward lump into MT Duncan
 throat.
 MT. Duncan rose. She had ma: m tered the art of a graceful exit.
 Quite in accord with the usu;
 course of events. it was MT. Wai1
 TneS6av n1Ornin e. the huge audiences judgment of tf ne lnarfnrnnance the night before. A