The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-04-01

was IcdSSuIcu, AOOhls4S Hiu ONtI, IOi I suppose Aubrey is one of the halfdozen ugliest men in the world
 "He went on: It was very brief call I was so stupid that in self-defense she had to talk to me about my professional work. At that point warmed up little, as young fellows are apt to-
 q chuckled at the thought of Aubrey warming up.'
 Finally I told her of the interesting case recently noted in the newspapers about the man who suffered a partial stroke of paralysis after being refused by the girl he loved
 "'By Jover I said. What paper was that in?'
 Eve forgotten, said Aubrey, and yawned At any rate, the case intrigued her at once. I explained that such things were not unprecedented in medical history and I showed her how sudden disappoint- ment may, by shock, affect the entire nervous and muscular system At this point her interest waned considerably, but before I left she. was thoroughly convinced that man may die of love- So you see, Hal
  Good-by.'
 z "'Wait" I cried. What the devil do you mean?'
 "'The knife, Halldan.'
 "Then he explained his plan to me curtly and stalked out of the room, bestowing ghostly farewell smile on me. went homo and spent two days keying up my courage to the big effort. Afterward I waylaid Mary Browne and caught her the very next morning riding alone in the park. Where the bridle path swung into rather obscure, shadowy place among the trees lurked for her, and when she trotted briskly up ] stepped out with one hand raised like highwayman in the good old days. It fright ened her bit. She not only stopped, but began to back her horse away. Then she apparently remembered that this was broad daylight with many policemen in call, so she sat on her horse and looked down at me with compressed lips. Gad boy, she was pretty, for the wind had Tipped the color into her cheeks and misted her eyes a bit. From the tip of her boots to the fluff of yellow hair that blew beneath the brim of her hat she was the daintiest thing that ever trotted it's way into the heart of man, and I stood with my hat crumpled in both hands against my breast and worshipped her. Oh she knew what was coming we'll enough, but she showed no signs of it. I might have been hitching rack for the way she looked over and through me.
 Il said: I've come to say a wild thing
 ''What cold-blooded little devil she is! She answered: At least, MT. Hallidan, your approach to it is most unusual
 And I rushed on: Mary, love you.'
 ''Her eyebrows flckered; her glance went through me and beyond-far beyond and into infinite space.
 'Really?' she said.
 'T felt like forlorn hope armed with a paper knife and attacking a machine gun nest. Only the instructions of Ambrey held me to my post.
 "'Will you give me no hope?'
 (" It is most unfortunate,' she said. And in the meantime my horse is getting cold. Bon jour, Mir. Hallidan.'
 ''1 think I did it very well. I let my hat fall to the ground; my arms dangled idly at my sides; my head jerked forward, and went on through the trees, staggering. Yet l wasn't entirely numbed and managed to get in one backward glance. She still sat her horse in the same place-letting it get colder and colder. suppose. got the first taxi I passed and went straight for Ambrey's sanatorum.
 Tt was Aubrey who sent for the re- porters and gave them the story about the rising young lawyer stricken suddenly and with no apparent cause. At best there