Evening star., 1923-10-14

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Afraid! That was enough for Denny
You're on" said she. 'Tll be ready
in jift"
ooh. gee" breathed No. s33, while
| Denny powdered her nose and adjust
ed her hat. "supposing she should
adopt you--" =.
"If she does you can have my gum
retorted Denny coolly. "I parked It
under the counter"
She" No. S33 went on, has Won
derful place at Exeter Pool, green
| houses and tennis courts and cows
with class written all over them
al hope Il hasn't bars on the win
dows," commented Denny. "Sne SOUNDS
! as If she had escaped from some sucn
place"
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" NEVERTHELESS, she went along
~ with Mrs. winthrop Chisholm
"I wonder" that lady suggested
abruptly, what you are thinking
| about all this"
Il am thinking" retorted Denny
automatically, that in about hVe
| minutes the old alarm clock VIII go
| off and I'll wake up"
Appreciation OF that glinted briefly
in Mrs. Winthrop -Chisholm's eyes.
"Remember Cinderella, Child she
| retorted.v Perhaps I'm your fairy
godmother. Anyhow the modern YER
sion of the coach and four awaits
! outside"
II was after all an American car. the
the best, perhaps. but at least three
years old The upholstery was luxuri-
| GUS If sedate. and the chauffeur and
! footman were smartly If somberly
liveried. AS Denny's quick glance took
all this in, the older woman watched
! her.
! she'll do" she decided yet again.
Then aloud: I'm not crazy" she an
nounced grimly. Merely in my
dotage. An old woman to be humored
until she has the grace to pass on and
leave her money to those better fitted
| to spend it. But-well, I'm not dead
lyet!"
"I'll say you're not" thought Denny.
NO" Mrs. Winthrop Chisholm went
on. 'I guess I've got enough of what
my granddaughter calls pep to beat
her ut her own game. And that's
what I propose TO do with your as
sistance."
Now" thought Denny, "for tho
string"
What" she demanded, "do dor
Act natural-be yourself"
Denny gave her n direct glance
SAY. what do you expect; that TIL eat
with my knife? Am to be a horrible
example generally? Is that the big
idea?"
"It might be a good one" remarked
Mrs. Winthrop Chisholm thoughtful
ly. "Yee-why not?"
Excuse me--rd rather go back TO
the bargain basement" This Mrs.
winthrop-Chisholm ignored.
1T don't know" said she, but what
/ would do we'll TO adopt you at that.
You might amuse me and that"--ever
so grimly-"is more than most people
do
And so they swept on to that far
famed millionaires' colony that lies
alnog the north shore. and finally TO
Exeter Pool. They stopped there in
the village before the speciality shops.
Wen get you outftted now." Mrs.
winthrop Chisholm said.
Soon they were on their way once
more. The car turned IN from the
state road, up a poplar-lined drive TO
the house. Denny caught her breath.
"Egypts Queen" she thought. "It
Now remember" Mrs. winthrop
Chisholm reminded her. what I ex-
pect of you. You're Irish and you have
Irish wit. I'm counting on the COM
bination to carry you through"
In her eyes there was a certain hu-
morous suggestion Of good joke
shared that kindled Denny.
Leave it to me-" Denny promised
blithely. 'rll be the limit. Say-shall
shake hands with the butler"
The corners of Mrs. winthrop-Chis-
holm's mouth twitched. TRY IT," she
said.
To the buffers horror Denny did.
He withdrew his hand as if an adder
had bitten it.
SIS Miss Mildred at home?" de-
manded Mrs. Winthrop-Chisholm di-
rectly.
mo, ma'am: thank you, ma'am. She's
gone to Gloucester"
"I didn't ask you where she had
gone," snapped Mrs. Winthrop-Chis-
holm. Send Mouiton to me-"
Mrs. Chisholm" he in
formed Moulton, nearly took my 'ead
off when told her Mildred 'ad gone
to Gloucester"
81 heard her tell Mildred she would
take a girl from the bargain base
ment and adopt her If she didn't give
up that artist chap" Moulton said.
"You don't mean TO tell me. though,
| that she has done so?"
"If Mildred persists Wen ave in her
place ere, Moulton, a young woman
who is utterly himpossible." he as
sured her.
THE room in which Denny was es-
l. tablished, with it's soft tones of
silver-gray contrasting with the vivid
rose of the rugs and the hanginga,