Evening star., 1922-12-31

| Ing the hand, which was. as soft and
! smooth and free from blemish as a
moths wing. "Now, yeu come with
me to friend Of mine, and she'll fix
that burnt finger"
His captive followed him without
protest to the nesting little house
broad, friendly vestibule which had
been her husbands wedding gift TO
the bonnie lassie. There, without
fuss or query, Molly Dunstan was
accepted as a guest, and presently.
too worn out even to wonder, she
was deep in healing sleep in the spare
room over the studio.
In the morning she presented her
self to her hostess. unobtruSiye but
kind observation-a wistful slip Of q
! woman of perhaps twenty-five, with
hollow cheeks, deep-brown, fright
ened eyes, q softly dropping mouth
and satiny skin from which the
color had ebbed. She bore herself
with certain native dignity and con-
ddence.
Its good ye've been to me, and
I'll not know how to thank you, now
that I'll be going" she said. and the
silken-soft voice with its touch of
accent won the bonnie lassie's soft
and wise heart from the first.
But you're not to go yet" pro-
tested the latter. You must stay
until you're we'll. And then I want to
sculp you. If you'll let me. I'm an
artist, and I think you would make a
wonderful model"
ITS kind We are" returned the
other. "but how can be beholden?"
You won't be. It's you that will
be doing the favor. AS soon as
you're we'll onugh-'
I'm we'll enough now. There's
nothing the matter with me-" But
her voice was without life or hope.
X \ X \
60. in many slow sittings. the bon
y ME lassie sculped Molly Dunstan.
and from those sittings grew the
heart-moving bronze. THE Broken
Wing" AS the work progressed the
heart Of Molly Dunstan opened little
by little and her story came out
While young girl in good Irish
school she had met a travelling Amer
lean. Henry Dunstan, and, half for
love and half in the elfin Irish spirit
Of adventurousness, had run away
with him. He was good husband to
her. and they were happy in a little
country place which he had bought
and which she turned to skillful ac-
count, raising ducks and chickens for
the market to exc out his income
until the drink took him." 1t took
him the full length Of Its well-beaten
path, from debt to ruin; from ruin to
broken will and health; and presently
to death. When his debts were
cleared up the place was gone. and
tho little widow had scant $4,000
Of his life insurance in the bank.
Being sturdy. able and courageous,
she had come to New York, had found
some fine sewing to- do. and main
tanned herself. always with the idea
Of getting back into the country and
to her poultry raising. which she
loved. Hero the simple story came to
full stop with tho words:
$50 1 bought bit Of q place and
they took 1t away from me-"
who took 1t away. from your
asked the bonnie lassie. -.
"Mr. Wiggett," replied Molly, and
fell into such fit Of shuddering that
the bonnie lassie forebore to ques-
ton her further concerning the trans
action.
Little by little. however, there came
out bits '-of information which the
bonnfe lassie deff1v vova torathar
with the eventual result that Cyrus
tho Gaunt looked up an advertisement
in certain newspaper famous for
its traps and pitfalls, and paid q visit
to the ONCE. on st. Marks place, Of
ID. Wiggett & Co. city and suburban
real estate" He returned much de-
pressed, declaring that the laws