is: r in. t qt f} t». ‘- cried. ‘out. that u." romarked. ming .7- rr I flier." t" 939"“ bee" “kw by Mrs“ Va“ Bmghlat its ver edge Those little lboys I . d , d she had; 1 My I .... fife ‘Qkgiilnfigetoniiityneml, ‘aid m say I —the__\ ucre amusing! She flashed ' > tired because. for some reunu 3 "mu" M hlnn‘ a“ me {m}; pot“- . Ta fits . ing tea am managing 1e ea ‘lid no “mm w-go‘ But Wm ‘was things "They can't you know. and U 'n515'em"'“"" l '“‘ m"! they simply can't. Born and bred Borm It seemed w me that from a a: work. il will fake generations ‘he received "5' “m! ,1!" other "Another r-up, my dear. Of We" uesm’ m a most lixnqmrdtlgargl tea course! You li-ke three lumps. . t own‘ Her red ha": w“ . u“ m) don't you? I IIPWZIYS remember." es ' n a l-“srgim or twlsmélldilylvgflaigz: The boy had gone, the artist was ion 7991* 9 “m” an .tanding b her, lhis cup in his ilver coat to her knees and under ?mnd_ He’ ion. was given ma, leasing. nlk about igh 14o ing it 1 ' °°""""ll°-‘i'.."f-i"'iro -. Q ‘n c. ‘hornwomoninbgfi com e morlto $3. - ~ 012M“- th! THE llllll PENliUlliM" A; onovmmo rem _ ~ no it happened that the oven-l 1‘ m!“ so M home. was a men offered to show him. l» I kept up my _ to through dinner, though I much boo tired to want to eat. " 3n m9 QVBIIIIIE. when Wllllllml) down by her. “You know everyone l 80110. I Ioy down on my couch rabid failure. t: rle I realized that I was oi . d did not want to stay In l! ausa l was too tired to I was not jealous. How . d I be when he was out with = Qlmlumt? I was too sure of his 9 F9 ha"? 811V [0011511 111905 b6" she couldn't have any other name. use he had expressed so much mlration for Mrs. Van Brugh. I cried simply because I was rvous and tired. Yet the vision strange, attractive face th tho greenish eyes and the red ir, was always before my eyes. When Ellen came into the room see whether I wanted anything. 11110 the l-lluuwlnnce she had arrived at this famil- d pretended to be asleep so shelm- and caguglly affectionate foot- uId not know l had been crying. -- ere was too much gossip circulat- : among the m the agencies. I was lying there feeling very uch rested when Win came home. e was very enthusiastic. "You should have made an effort d gone with mo," he began. “She most remarkable. lI never me ta oman like her, She asked after u and said she was llrln't come. She said you were one ' the prettiest women she had ever turned my face SGYVILIILS SDITY YOU “That was charming of her," I llrrnured, not at all interested. but Win did not notice my lack l mthusissm. ‘ You'll have to go soon," he went Ii "She's quite amazing. I never curd a woman talk like her. She ImWS all about everything." "Rather a large statement. 111m." "Don't be sarcastic. It isn't be- to you," ‘.\ "s. Van Brugh says sarcasm and loudes never go together." ' "Does she?" I "Constance! What's wrong with ion? You ought to like her, ‘lkcs you. Don't be petty. She isn't; t shows her generosity of mind ‘he admired you so. One beau- nul woman rarely compliments an- retorted. l began to answer, then stopped. ller all, what was the use? Wlll in another enthusiasm. Some ceks ago the enthusiasm was the ty, now it was this woman. ll 'dn't tell him that lt was the ' “on obvious thing in the world for ll l‘ to tell him I was pretty. .. my husband, we were P60611133’ ed. it was simply the thing to and she had said it‘. \\‘u's enthusiasm continued. He ime on, half our lives was Gwcn~l . , __ _, p‘ l“ ,_ I was "l?" van 3mg" S1“? "ml “ken 1‘illillililtrtlibhcklzlll] Izrltllléuiyllglitle-Pllll cry fine house, which mucn iln-= " mused my unsophisticated and, ‘and she had too many ser- nrlts standing aibout the place. 113,; full Turkish bloomers of vivid reen satin. It was daring, but it vas very lbecoming, and it surfed er eccentric type. Win, when he greeted her, kissed ler hand. I was surprised and an- noyed at this-surprised because Win had caught and copied that ort of thing so quickly, ecause with him it seemed artific- al, Of course a great many of the en in the crowd I had known iseed my hand in greeting; it was little affection borrowed broad, ibut it had never seemed un- atursl fbefore. In fact, as a. lblt of lid-time gallantry, annoyed it was rather {But l lknelw how Wellsvllle would suoh a mannerism! lMrs. Van Ilrugh laughed at him. "You may kiss my hand when I'm caring a French costume, lbut you AN UPERATIIIN Now Recommends Lydia E-Pinlthnm’: Va etable Compoun and decided to try it. I could bard! r the other, and o ttiel of the Vegetable I felt like a truer-hung. w q know what health is fine, and ' fill?‘ Compound to lnklnfiflgly: g on one w g fxrom f dawn. on . "in! I I “Th. M- s. l" "' u... gal! weigh commend Lydia "rev-v- I l O d did for roof-If: PennaAvo. 8.15., saiaam for this special gown." "But I don't know how to aslasm l " Win cried in mock dismay. There was a. laugh at this and one of the ‘ “I've reserved this . lace by me for Mrs. Taylor,” our ostess said, taking my hand and pulling me here, don't you, Mrs-my dear, please do let me call you by your first name. I asked your husband what it was. Constance is such a charming name, and lit suits you so well." She turned to the others, “Doesn't it‘! With those serious blue eyes I want you to meet an artist friend of mine who is coming in later. He'll like you so much. You're a perfect Gainsborough type. Or a Fragonard. You should have YOHT portrait done in that manner. Win- throp, my dear, will you—-" ! did not hear what her request was. After one evening's acquaint- iug! A little fear began to grow then, n. fear that later was to dev- 910p ln several curious ways. GW EN DOLYN Chapter 32 The only thing l0 11° “'85 m ca" her Gwendolyn, or better‘ yet. by he;- peg, name Gwen. I did not like w either. I'm afraid I never liked her at all. Yet in justice to her, there were many likeable qualities. Whatever reason I bad Inter for my dislike. 1 had no reason at all that day. or for sometime afterwards. I sat beside he-r while she poured [ea from a, great brass samovar which stood on a low table by her. and I watched her closely and crit- ically. Perhaps a dozen 119F601“ came and went while we sat there. When we rose to leave she de- tained lus and kept us until all the others had gone. . Meantime the artist she men- tioned bad arrived, a Wcll-RHOW" painter from Paris. who had met mv father over there. He was tall and middle-aged and distinguished. He kissed the hands of bhe Women who were present in a courtly manner that was very becoming to him, and I saw Win's eyes on him. will was taking notes from him too, for will learned fast. There was a stock broker pres- ent.‘ a physician, a civil gngineer, n boy from college, and some oth- ers. Gwen seemed able to talk to all on his or her special subject. It was baseball with the college she 0y. He “l tried to get up a “ninc" in the little village near Lauricr-my summer home. you know. It's a medieval French village near the Loire, my chateau ie on a wee hill ouce—»-." She went on, rattling out baseball slang as easily as he did and keeping him laughing with her descriptions. hus- strangc fascinating smile of hclrs. "Yes, this is the charming child i spoke of. Don't you think she should be done a bit after the French manner?" Her left hand rested a moment on mine. “Trlose eyes and that rumple of gold hair? Do you remember the group of cberubs at the ‘National Gallery in London’! And the day we were there! Ah, mon ami, that was a perfect day! "And by the way," she had for- gotten me in another intorcst. "you haven't been in town long en- ough to see the Avenue Gallery Exhibition, have you? Only some pork by a young student, on Am- erican who has been studying in Paris. But such effects! A land- scape Cezanne himself might have done-you must see it." She took in the whole room now. Win was watching her. fascinated. "Such a manner for n» beginner! Such lines, such bold, sweeping ef- feclsLSometimee he leaves whole patches of canvas bare. Sometimes he pours his pigment on, just squeezing it from the tube. But the effect of depth he achieves! The case and boldness of all-old paint- er, the emotionaiism of maturity- he's barely 21!" The painter Ieft_ joining another group. Gwendolyn smiled at the stock broker, who came over and sat on a chair near her tea table. "I have a. hunch about Cardinal Copper," she announced. "Another hunch! lMy dear Gwen, your hunches are extraordinary." The man had a clean‘, booming voice. The room listened when he talked . "But lI've been right-how many times?" "Eight out of ten, I should say," the man answered. "What is it to be, up br down?" "Down ton points this week. I want to sell 5000 short as soon as it moves. Will you let me llcnow instantly the minute something haDDcno? You remember BI went short on steel a week before the last smash? I said this Canadian strike situation would have an ef- fect—" She rattled on. She seemed to have the stock market in hand l! lhoffll-lkhly as she had art, ‘base ball. Ilolitics 0l' books, "Did you ever see such a wq. "m" 7" whllhffil) asked as we drove home. "Y"'—"Jfll 1!. if you mean wo- men as versatile as she is," f mo. wered. "Did you ever know one as clev- er? Why. she knows all about ev- erything. Last night she was talk- ing rmusic. There was o chap there from m- loot-Is Ninety-Eight Out Of Every Hundred Women who have tried Lydia E. Pinkhanfs Vegetable Compound for ailments peculiar to their sex, have been benefited by it. What a. marvelous record for any lmedlciue to hold! Over 50.000 women replied to a questionnaire recently sent out by the Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co, 0! Lynn, Mass. 88 per cent of bl‘ whom definitely stated that they had been lbenefited or restored to health by this old-fashioned root and herb medicine. This is amost wonderful record for efficiency, and should iuduco every woman who suffers‘ from any ailment peculiar to her sex to give it a fair trial. on the piano to illustrate some- Ullllg She said. She does that won- delrfully_.too." "Everyone is taught music enough to play a little," I answer- ed, growing cross at this continual praise. "Bu-t you should have heardber —and the way she talked about it. She composes too. That's something not many people can do." Again i kept silent. I intended to watch the copper stook she was talking of, and to see the pictures she was enthusing over. At least I could Judge then whether her judg- ment was as good as everyone seemed to believe. Then I did a foolish thing. "Win." I Sfldd suddenly, "I be- lieve you are falling in love with ... Instantly I was sorry. But it was said. DIVIRGING PATHS Chapter 33 Ll had read some art critic's corm- ments on the paintings Gwen was so enthusiastic about and they were very lukewarm in their praise, The day after the tea, i went to see the pictures myself. They were fairly nice, but I had seen ‘some real Cezannes in Paris that one time my father had ta-ken me ‘over, and I remembered enough of those to see that these pictures were done in imitation of that artist but that somehow they lack- ed the one essential, indeflnable thing that distinguishes a good D10- ture from a poor one. lI was not a critic. and I was a very Young woman, but I had a fair education and a serious mind. I had read a lot and I simply knew that m)‘ judgment here was as good as Mrs. Van B-rugifs. And her stock, that ivas ‘to go down, went up. ‘I wondered wheth- She went over and played a little . kingdoms... -.-~._mm¢.~..~.-t., . .. THE CHARLOTTETOWN GUARDIAN told me she salw them having lunch together downtown the oth- er dny, somewhere near Win's of- lice. But I told her to say nothing. I suppose lthe little chstterbox W911i risht over and told you all about lt." This left me in s ‘olpeless puz- zle. Win had not mentioned having lunch with Gwendolyn. It was noth- ing if he had. only it looked delib- erate that ho hadn't mentioned it to me. I could not say Shirley bad told rne. for she hadn't, and I did not want to lie and say I knew about it. "Well, you needn't worry about Gwen." my aunt wen-t on. "Every man becomes fascinated by her, but none of them take her serious- ly. And then, she wouldn't look at your little country Winthrop any- way." slfllngely enough, this mnde rne angrler than her implication that Win might care for Gwendolyn Van Brugh, "She looks at him quifc a lot," I answered. "Why shouldn't she? He is much nicer that any of the other men one meets at her place." hunt Harriet began to laugh. ‘All right, you silly child have lt your way. You're still iii love lwith him. And you are so naturally stubborn you'll never admit you made a poor choice." ‘ "Aunt HnrrietVlI began to get up with great dignity, ready m leave. “Don't be a fool, Constance," shc said. "Don't be two sorts of s foul, nt least. Let Win alone, he'll run after her for a few months and for- get her. And don"t get on your dig. "My with me because I criticize Winthrop." I went hone thinking about it That evening at dinuer——one of our rare dinners alone-AI asked, “Why didn't you happen to any you had had lunch with Gwen- dolyn?" Winthrop looked up quickly, _'ll've bad lunch with her three times. If I didn't mention it, Wls Onlly because you were so “W56 9V"? time I talked of her. It W35 not because I intended to devolve you. She transferred her "mm" l0 my lflnm. because it "I941!" 1 bit-Z thing for ma. So I've handled her affairs and some- times We've talked them over at lunch. You're not jealous, are you?" n. "CWWIUY 110i." I answered coldly. NEW FEARS Chapter 34 The little details that were grow- ing so intportant, seemed to pile up info one great heap before me-a {miss of facts. suspicions, fears, JBHIOIISIGS, anxieties, that appalled lnc. ' Will and I were always on the have to find someone to make an oven number," he said. "Call Nedda, perhaps she cau- it's short notice." He went to the phone. But he called another number, and I heard him ask Gwendolyn. She had an engagement and he asked her to break it. Presently she said she would, for he said he would call for her at once. "I asked—" he came lback, a lit- tle embarrassed to tell me. "I know," I answered, keeping my voice casual. "Run along now and have a nice time." I felt relieved and almost happy as I look off my dance dress and slipped into an old housegown. How far apart we were drifting, I thought. I did not even care that Win was going away without me. I knew his growing liking for "this other woman, but somehow it did not worry me so much. At least it was a suspicion confirmed. That was better than this terrible state of doulbt. Ellen came in at nine. "May I go off, madam?" asked. sick, and sent for me. She going to il:~e a baby, you sec, aud—" "Your sister is the iaundress, isn't she?" "Yes madam. She'll be too ill to do it this week." "I think I'll go with you, ‘Ellen. Perhaps I can do something for her.” ' ' So wh le my husband was danc- ing, I t dged through East Side streets with my maid, to look after my Irish washwoman. And curious things were to come from that visit too. she THE NEW PLAN Chapter 35 I have since thought that I en- joyed that evening I spent _ with Ellen at her sister's more than ally of the evenings since I had come to the city. The sister, who was also our laundress, lived in a couple of rooms, five flights up, in an East Side fiat house of the cheapest sort. Her husband was a sailor. She supported her three children by washing. She had a certain amount of intelligence and a certain sense of humor that did not desert her, "My sister's phoned she's , 3 even though she was sick in bed. » “She expects tile baby in two weeks," Ellen told me. As we walk- ed along the streets we ceased to simply two women, united in one effort to ilelp another woman in distress. figure lying ill the be hair—gl'ay though she was scarc ly 30-—was conlbcrl back and ended in a stringy pigtail that lay on the pillow by her. She had deep sci. hard, gray airs, check that closed I go. Ollc night a party m, Neddafg, another a dinner with Shirley, then, cr ‘she had sold short. I secretly hopcd she had and lost a great, deal of moncy. A fr-w days lafcr, I mentioned the; fact casually ‘to \Vin that the cop- pcrs hall gone up. "Yes, but Gwendolyn‘ decided not to go into it after all, so she llill not lose." he said. ’ Iiow did he know’! Had he seen hcl"! I had not, and he hadn't men- tioned her. That was one incldcnf._'i‘lle.rc were runny others. (Iwcndoiyul came down for tea at our little apartment one afternoon. Win hall phoned he would not be home until late that day_' but ho came ill at 4.30, a fmv moments after she did. There was nothing strange about lthat only taken in connection with otilcr things, it Ilad a significance to mo. Other things happened. Their talk, one evening when we all met at my aunt's, seemed to touch on things llhat only they knew. It was not about any subject mention- ed willie we were all together. ‘Then one day I was at Aunt I-Iar- rietls for luncheon. "You're beginning to look badly. You're terribly thin," ehe observed. “I have a cold," I defended my- self. "Rubbish! You've no more cold than .I have. Perhaps it's theway you do your hair. Let it fly, don't try tn hold it in tightly with combs." After luncheon she had her maid arrange my hair in a way that suit- ed her better, with fluffy masses around my face. She shook her head at the result. "No, you do look badly. Now, what's the trouble, Constance? Has lvlinthrop been worrying you?" “No_" I answered, promptly and perhaps defiantly. That menus he has!" I said nothing for Aunt Harriet was a bad person to argue with. “Do you need money?" she ask- rival“ "Then what?" "Nothing, really" "Nonsense. I know you've been worried about Win and that young friend of mine, Gwendolyn. Shirley BUTIIIURA HEAlS [ARBLPIMPLES OnFaceJtchedandBurned. Caused Loss of Sleep. "I was troubled awfully with pim- les on my face. Little white spots ormod at first which Inter broke out in llrgened pimglcl that fumed and scaled over. hey Itched and burned causing Ion of Ileqnumi my fuse woo disfigured. "Other rcmodico were used with- out luooool. A friend recommended Cudcun Soap and Ointment so I purchased some, and after usin them about o week] got relief. I continued using them and In o month woo completely healed." Signed) Mlu Lilian Warner, Wil- inmoburg, Ontario. Dolly use of Cuticun Soap, Oint- mon: Ind Tnlcum helps lo prevent lkin oublcl. who plsyed. They were at it all ev- ening. Sho knew as much so he did. g""**"*m'filliti-r"r"fsl'fiiil"i Scop dun without III. Mrs. Van Brugh. Then we had to llavc them at our place. We danced,‘ we pluyvd cards until all hours and, IOI‘ sums I know we could not uf-| ford-—l'or Win was not a good play-j cr~and on the occasional evenings when there was nothing scheduled, Win took inc to a theatre or some of the hotels to dance. “'0 rarely got ill before 2 o'clock Win set-med t0 thrive on it——the nlorc be ran IIIDOUI, ‘the more fas- cinated I10 was with the froth and l'l'i\'oiily' of the city. “I'm too tired to go," I protest SUIIIBIIIIIES. “Fill-ll rest during the day! You silly women, you race about all day and at night you are played out. You've nothing to do. And ‘Connie. do gut a new dress, I've seen that pink one fill I'm tired of it." "I hate all this silly killing of time," l protested occasionally. "Ob come on, Connie dear," he would urgc in reply. “You talk like Mother. She bated to go out too." So I went. I always went. And I could not rest vcry much during the day. It seemed to me that in our particular set the women spent their days doing the planning and the work for the amusements they took their husbands to in the eve- nings . would And it was so useless, so futile! Why did we dance evening lifter evening? Where was the fun in playing cards afternoon and night? The money flowed through our ding- crs. It went to hotel waiters, bat boys, for theatre tickets, opera tick- els, charity benefits. it went to caterers and decorators. I had to have flimsy dresses, and they crushed and looloeli old in no time. Our checking account ran low, and I began charging things at the stores. Of course I had credit every- where. That came of being one of THE Bennetts-the only advantage and that a doubtful one, I ever de- rived from my name. “Don't you remem-be the long. quiet evenings last summer?" I ask- ed Win one night. I was sitting lby the living room fire, pulling on my gloves whilowe waited for some friends to call for us. We were go- ing driving to a dinner and dance in Westchester County. I thought of those delightful eve- nings of the coolness, the patches of black shadows and tho silvery moon light, the sense of perfect peace and relaxation. "Do I rememlber! ‘Weren't they awful?" Win answered. “We were dead then." ‘ Dead than! I was nearly dead now, “I can't go tonight," I said sud- denly. I meant it. I was so tired and nervous I felt I could not move. “Connie!" It was a mixture of sympathy and sudden annoyance. "Connie, why do you exhaust yourself during the day? Why don't you rest then? I think you might, dear, if you loved me. You know "how I love to take you and show you off." His anns were around me as he spoke. I leaned my cheek against his shoulder. "Please let's stay in tonight, They won't mind if we don't go." "AIl right," he answered and kissed me. But the joy of life had gone from his voice. Poor Win, he so enjoyed this constant excite- ment. And it tired me so and bored me. - So Lchanged my mind and insist- ed that he go. wrinkles, and a mouth in a grim lino, or softened into Ilunloroul: Sllllli‘. "I don't want charity," silo said rudcly as we (‘Jliig ill, "I don't \\'.'ll'1l. to give charity," I answered suddenly uncolnfortable because OI lny big squirrel “I've been lxllller ill too, and I llvought sumo of lilo nice filings 1 they ulalic for inc to cat, mighf tempt you too." llcr film.- softened a little. "The ‘children mcan well, tllvy ain't nluch 0n cooking," she answered. And we began with Ellen heated some delicacies we had brought from my plarc. "I'm not ill want," the woman said. "I go to the hospital in a Wflilk and I'm taken carc of there. The children are safe in the day. and Iflllen can sleep hero nights when she's through _\vitll your wlork. But the baby Inns no clothes. I ncvcr had time." “Please let me ‘make sonic, “it's scwing—" she looked doubt- fuily at my hands. “i can sew," I answered. "If I don't get them done in time, I'll buy thenl, lbut it would be nice to make them myself." Somehow that evening I got back to earth again. I felt as though my feet were touching solid ground. I nan been ‘living up in the air be- fore, in a world of froth and frivol- ity where nothing was solid and where the non-essentials of life were the only things considered worth while. Alter we were home again, I put on a negligee and sat down by the fire m ‘think out this new prob- m. < . One thing was evident. Winthrop and I had radically different tastes. He was naturally frightfuliy extrnvaganb-possibly the result of a life in which he had not been sl- lowed to handle money. I-Ic had no sense of the value of money at all. I was naturally economical. That is, I knew what I should have for the moncy spent and though I was compelled to spend much more for things nhan we could afford, or much more thanthey were intrin- sically worth, at the same time I did not actually thnolw moncy away us he did. I loved the quiet, simple, plain life. That was perhaps because I bud been given only the elaborate fussy," overheated sort of exist- ence. Win, as a reaction against the very placid life of his home, was infatuated wit-h this mud, hurried rush of the city. . Perhaps this was feeling. . Perhaps he vrouki soon tire of this mnpty rushing about, as I had tired of it some time before. Perhaps he would see that there =____ “m? a temporary //WHEN usmo \ WILSON'S FLY PADS l x l, . . RLAD DIRECTIONS \ CAREFULLY nun 45-" rnllnw rum [XAQTLY Best of 811 Fly Killers 10c be mistress and maid und became was "lm-hhlg 1° lhi5'"th9-l evening after evening of dancing. flirting, theatres ,ca.rds, of taibels eating and drinking, while Ellen's sister was a long gaunt walmuug a 1°‘ o! VBTY 60111111011 d_ He}. gray girls dance awkwardly and sing e, through their noses, waste of the precious gift of life. S "fled “m, had done illlis sort oi‘ thing all their a to continue doing it all the rest of their lives. utterly boring. If only I could lliflko Winthrop see that! cont share his pleasures and avoid Ills newly made friends, I was me out now than any other woman, B would get used to the other woulcn. bu, And then he nlight prefer flit-m! homely, attractive that while halo of burning red hair, came into ' my mind. social gaulc, tbc uiastcd evenings I bad to like them too. I llilfl to play the game the played. these other women! 1 was still there. h ld 10' to" I be ed. 5 o“ ‘e ’ gg “You're not nervous and cross now, are you?" him. the decision, everything went beau- so. I never said El was thoroughly bored. though some of the people we went around with were most and asked us." sitting about was only n Perhaps! But nil the other, people I knew ives and apparently were willing it was so worthless, so firing, so Meantime, as I was refusing to trying to osing him. IIe would rather take ut a time might come when hf- A vision of GNVCIIKIOIYIYS odd, face, with its Then I knewivhat I was lo do. If Win liked the empty lilo, thi- way ho wanted if I would, and Ipiay lt- better than When Win came in, quite Into, I "You look rested," he said. For answer I held out my arms t0 PLAYING THE GAME Chapter 36 For s. week or so after I mode tifully. I never complained of being tired. though I often was tiresome. "Gwen was down in the office io- dfly." Win said one afternoon. "She's dining informally at home, I had planned something ‘else that night, and unwisely protested. "I really wanted to go see a sick woman this evening.” I said.‘ "We might go to Gwendolyn's later, and dine lherva at home." "Who's sick?" "Our laundress, she's~—" "For heaven's su-ke, Connie," he burst out in sudden annoyance, "why do ylou waste your time like phat? I know It's nice and charit- able and very sweet of you and all that sort of thing, lbut leave char- ity to homely old women." "Win!" I protested. "What a way to talk! Look at the good your mother does at ho1me—" "That's just it, She runs a dozen families around Wellsvills. Don't you get into anything like that." Possibly he caught nn expression in my face. for his attitude chang- ed at once. He came across the room and put his arms around mo. "Don't mind me when ll talk like a pig," he coaxed. "Mother prob- nibly does a lot of good. Iiut you're so young and -prc'tty, Charity is a graceful profession for the agcd and homely." “You've heard Glwen sny fhni. If sounds Ii/ke her," I remarked. for once not releniting to his caress. "I did," be said and laughed. "Como o nout and dance with me this evening. We're going to dance at Gwen's after dinner. Charity be- gins at home you lknow, and I'm your husband." "Win, do you love me very much?" I asked suddenly. "Of course. Little goose." kissed me to prove it. That kiss ended whatever doubts d had as to the wisdom of my new decision. II dressed in my prettiest and I was as charming as I could he to Gwen that night. Gwen bad n new enthusiasm, n IIc "Which nukes an extra imon. I'll Pck f. t lIDru ’ am ' almost...“ of her, for the mnn had talent but no moncy. I'm afraid I ally did not like-d thought ovcrdid it. after dlnnvi‘. “But it's charming ul ilcr i0 llzlvo him around." raihl-l- il-s, 'l‘ins musician WIIS UIUYG to be introduced. quillilivs," a friend of Ian's said to (lwvn. "Siurll villulionulisni, wT-llltlly patrons of music, nnlldvd, perhaps politvly. bcvzlusll fin-y were impressed. The \\'Ulilt'li snluktld. of course. JLHVZLYH being passed. who doesn't, those days, isn't it?" “You're mistaken, I I was ill.’ lit it. smoked once before. was l5 and in boarding school. ll um not like the cigarette. bll I had been among people nnt awkward handling it. And ing itself out. THE push. Win thought this charitable‘ some thought otherwise. Tile chap ivzts very handsome, with a certain scu- tinlentnlily of manner that I person- ho "I don't like him," \Vin confided ‘Pllcrv “were a dozen of us, a fcw inllucntizll nil-n and women who \\'\‘i'\' patrons and slocltholdvrs in sonic of the big musical sul-ivl», aside my dross so he could sit on vvidcnLlyl the couch rwilh mo. tcchnit-nl viewpoint, but utterly‘ without foe-ling. "Such l-nlolinllalisnl, such tonal such tonal qualiLil-sfll llczlrli her rcpt-at n: the who perhaps Most of llle-ln riill anloltg the peo- p10 \\'l' kin-w now. 'l'.llo cigarettes ill a ,l_'l‘<'<'ll Jlllllqlli‘ silver box, were “My SWPUI. lilflo blue and pink cherub dot-s not smoke." Gwen said. putting all affectionate hand on my arul. “So nico no soc one woman always smoke, I answered. I had to Rive ll up by the doctors orders when The musician handed rmo a 61K- rtrnttc and held tho match while I As a matter of fact, I had only Every girl does once in hcr life. That time 1 who smoked so frequently that I WflS mannlged to take very few WW5 81111 let it lie between my fingers lburn- My hostess looked somewhat sur- i. 1F‘ QLVAUW prised. Win looked quite amazed. l-iel bad never seen me so reckless before. I felt his eyes coming back to me again and again, But 1 pm. tended 1 did not notice. ‘inlay I sit here by you? You are so soft and so--refreshing after" some of the women one meets in these big cities." the musician said “You are like apple ‘DIOSSUIIIYS after one has been smelling pennies or living among orchids." "After that I could not let you go!" I Slllllfiil up at him and pulled I ill-pt llinl there all evening. I Mil-r dinner he played, very nf-', did 11m like him, but I win: play- iicienliy, rcry brilliantw from lilo/lug a game. lie was part 0i 1:1».-. cigarette was part of it. I looked about. tilu room. I needed more material for my age. I saw a strange 1|... mugm-Jiulo illun sitting on a low stool lwaltrlling mo. I bad forgotctn his nalnc. I wished suddenly ho would come and bulk to mo and I wished I wlas not smoking that odious cig- arctic. But the game had t0 be played. I uras playing for lilo and love and happiness. I HAVE A SHOCK Chapter 37 The little lllan has an enormous licad. sizes too largo for his thin, allmost cnlltciatml body. And the size of the Iloali was increased by the busily rcd hair that covered it~ hair brushed sleckly into place, but that, by its very thickness, seemed to stand out all over the head. lIo sat on a low stool, his rather long arms clasped around Ills knees. Iic was watching rue, be bud boon watching for some time. I wanted him to oune over and talk to me, ‘but he never moved. Sonic- limes he turned io chat with an elderly man bcsl-lc Irim. t 'I‘.he musician, n. Mr. Nnrdonski, continued to be devoted to me. "You are musiral, of course?" he I asked. "Why the ‘of course?" tered. 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