The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-01-27

again. Fashions, I'm told, alWay.
 come back. And you've got tot
 much money already"
 Fathers money. Every time
 spend twenty shillings, nineteen
 of them-whisper together"
 T daresay they do" The vicar
 was tranquil. They've plenty tc
 whisper about"
 Vicar, do you know who Far
 rell wants to marry? = Barbara
 Quentin. He's gone quite mac about her. No, not mad-granite
 hard, implacable purpose. Cave man. He met her yesterday af-
 ternoon, and proposed to her ir the evening. They were out last night-r sl.
 My dear Leilal"
 But they were! Arguing like hell She kept on wiping her shoes on him and he kept on kissing them Or words to that effect He didn't come back to South the-Water till nearly breakfast. ] wish you'd seen fathers face" She threw stone at the creature ir the pond. I've been roped in or i Farrell's side-by Farrell-and ] expect you will be, too. That's one treason why thought you'd better know about it."
 "Ahl" said the vicar. Thank you. But I'm not sure I am SC easily roped.'
 Ridiculous, infantile tears had sprung to her eyes-and the old man looked up and saw them.
 T feel rather like that myself, y he said in his quiet drawn voice. My dear, dear boy. Some time ago I remember thinking that if he and Barbara Quentin met he might be attracted to her. Very powerfully attracted. I remember thinking what tragedy that would make of his life. It's livery heartening to think that I've preached fortitude to others al these years and yet now here l sit without shred of it. I am dismayed at the thought oi tragedy for my boy"
 When you listen to him." re- marked Leila, swallowing the pet | ty jealousy, you're not so sure about the tragedy party of it.. He's dead sure he'll get her" She forced a laugh. He doesn't reck- on Mark
 He doesn't reckon on Barbara |" The vicar stared down into old Kings Mallard; Leila stared down into the pond. The sun was near the turn of a cloud and there was a chilly little wind. She got up
 I'm getting bored with your pond Let's wait indoors for Far lrell."
 Yes, one does get bored with it" agreed. the vicar, not moving. But one comes back to it. And Tone gets angry and frightened about it, but still one comes back to it. Youll find that" He picked up his stick again and stirred vio- |lently, then leaned forward and watched the miniature upheaval in the little water world-the ob- security, the commotion. What did you really come to see me about?" he asked, suddenly shrewd.
 T wanted-I suppose I wanted you to give me advice. But I don't fancy you will"
 T think I have given you all the advice I can. :. Ha, there's little sugary-face darting about again! .... Do you want Far rell to marry Barbara Quentin, knowing that she doesn't love |him?"
 Wouldn't it wipe out most of my problems?"
 No, my dear Leila, it would not. You have too nice a con |science for that"
 'Vicarl"
 T beg your pardon. I forgot that it is an insult to youth to tell it that it's spiritual fashions are fashions that have - come back. . 5. What I am trying to remind you of is that even if Far rell marries Barbara-even if you marry Mark"
 T can't talk about-that," she muttered.
 The vicar swung round in his seat and cooked a piercing bright eye up to hers.
 you will still have to do some thing" he concluded tranquilly, about those thirteen whispering shillings."
 She stood silent. A slim, un- yielding, tan-sheathed figure. It would be nice-in way-to be what he thought her. She looked down the hillside and saw distant climbing car. Farrell's Devalet.
 She said hurriedly, as though