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GEORGE M.CQMJS
CDWARD^\AR5MALL
WITH PHOTOGRAPHS rROrt OTg.«TOC PlAY
SYNOPSIS. tng the truat all the time. I think
U waa perfectly remarkable.'
CHAPTER I—Jaclcaon Jonea. nicknamed "'jjq you?" Inquired Broadway, with
"Broadway," baaauae <£''«» the eye* of faith, aa If be were quite
"ughfarOa anxloue to set away from »>»■ willing to accept her Judgment upon
horn* town of Jonaevllle. Abiier -it thlnge.
^VJeL': nsnsrs SET-;, .™7 *«: dont your »er ^
(iU\ne til th« gum fai tory in which he auc- ^ bad B pretty, earnest pucker that
«oa<Ied to I.M father's Intareat. | #Jmo>t un|nanlie4j him
CHAPTER ir-Juiliw Spotswood informs ' »gur#t I think It 1a," he made baeto
ft mart way tliui |2S0#» left, him byhla I
father" Ta HThfTdtoP^'al 'Brawny to agree. "What do you think about
make, record time In heading for hla fav- (,t> j„dge?" The judge muat be brought
Into the talk, of course, aa long aa he
insnng rrvuiu n"«" • ••
urH# street In New York.
CHAPTER III -With hla Now York
friend. Robert Wallace. Broadway creates
a aonaatlon bv hla e*trava*ance on the
White Way. Four yeara paaa and Broad-
way Huddenly dlacovara that lie la not
only broke, but heavily In debt. He ap-
pllea to hlu uncle for a loan and receives
h packa«e of chewln* *um wjth the ad-
vloe to chew It and forset Mm troublea.
Ha quietly weeks work without auci-eaa.
CHAPTER IV—Broadway Rives what la
Intended to be a farewell supper to his
New York frlenda, and before It la over
tieeomeH emcuffed to Mra. Gerard,, an an-
.lent widow, wealthy and very giddy.
CHAPTER V—Wallace expostulates
with the aged flirt and her youthful
fiance, hut falls to bette- the situation,
lie learns that Broadwi^, l« broke and
offers him a position with his father a ad-
vertising firm, but II Is declined. Wallace ,
takes charge of Broadways affairs.
CHAPTER VT- Broadway receives a
tolegram announcing the death or his
Tfncle Abncr In Europe. Broadway Is his j
Hole heir. Peter Pembroke of the ( on- |
HMlldated Chewing Oum company off.TH ;
Broadway |l,*00fl for his gum plant an.l
ftroadway agrees to sell. Wallace takes
the affair in hand and Insists that Broad-
way hold off for a bigger price and rushes
lilin to Jonesvllle to consult Judge Spots-
wood. who was Uncle Abner s attorney.
CHAPTER VII--Broadway flnds hla
boyhood playmate. Josle Richards. In
i-harge of the plant and falls In lovf wmi
Iter. Wallace Is smitten witli Judge Spots-
wood's daughter. Clara.
CHAPTER VIII.
Aa Mrs. Spotswood turned she saw
Josle for the first time, for the girl
had Instantly begun a low-voiced,
Komewhat giggling confab with her old
friend. Broadway, and was sitting at
the far side of the center table, where,
to his disgust, the shaded lamp cast
but. an Imperfect light upon her face.
The Judge looked at them, grinning,
and then did a thing which made
Broadway take a silent oath to see
<0 It that all the high-feed law practice
which he might find within his gift,
thenceforward and forevermore, as
long as he should live, should go to
no one but Judge Spotswood
"Come, mom, please; they've got Im-
portant things to talk about," the
judge petitioned.
"Yes, I know." said she. but was not
to be diverted from her hospitality.
"Broadway, will you have another
glass of lemonade?"
"No. thanks; not now."
"Josie, have a cup of tea?"
"I don't think so, Mrs. Spotswood."
"Now, motn, pieuae!" the judge ex-
postulated.
"Ye3; I'm going." said his wife, but
added, as she cast at him an angry
glance: "You have to be polite to
people, don't you?"
With that she flounced out of the
room, and, to the distress of Broad-
way. wont alone. Then and only then
Iu» realized that the Judge intended to
rotnaia. He was actually intent on
<a 1; tig business. Broadway wondered
if io might not have to give his legal
work to some more Intelligent attor-
1:.' Could not the gum business wait?
But no.- The judge was purely busi-
ness. There was no hope. The young
man reconciled himself as best ha
could.
"I've explained to Mr. Jones, Josie."
said t!ie judge, "that the afTairs of the
plant are entirely in your hands. You
1 an give him a pretty good idea of
how things stand without the booka
»nd figures in front of you. can't you?"
To Broadway's grief he sat down com-
fortably."
"Well, hardly, judge." said Joele.
amlllng at him in a way which pained
Broadway, for It seemed certain to
.•meat the jurist "a firm intention of re-
maining with them for the balance of
the evening, it seemed to him that
thia waa inconsiderate.
"The old gentleman told me." the
Juige explained, "that the worke
siiowe.l a profit of about forty thou-
<»in i dollars laat year la that rightT*
•"Oh. It waa more than that."
Thla distractJackson Jones' atten-
tion even from the color of ber -eye*
Mora than forty thousand dollars'
4 It waa;" be said, with an elongating
geeture of the neck and a aide bead
< wtat which were habitual with blm la
moments of delighted surprise
He dr»w hla hair a little nearer
•trc thaa It bad bewe Ryea ■«» all
right eaoagh. bat altar all. fbrty iboa -|
««aad dollars' A ad pcaalbly the eyaa j Jon
ikiewi ta' Hag he beaa larky to ae | "it i
of we>llorh tfea
Tartly be bad' I
ti waa a«arer Stfty. If I remialir | she
ncbUr - eaM tin treaty
waa there.
The Judge aettled tack Into hla chair
and looked oomplncent "I alwaya aald
it waa the beat chawing gum in the
world."
"We are talking about proflta, not
about the gum," aald Broadway, and
Joale buret Into a rippling laugh which
he felt aure waa of the aort which
tlnklea among angela when something
makes them happy on the golden
streeta.
There waa that In thla speech which
penetrated to the depths of the judi-
cial system; It served as light to show
the judge what might be going on.
Although he had been comfortably set-
tled for a long hour's chat about a sub-
ject which Intensely interested him, he
rose abruptly and stood looking down
at them.
"Well!" said he, and laughed. "You
talk it over, now, with Josie. I'm—I
guess I am a poor hand where figures
are concerned." He moved slowly
toward the door, and smiled at every
step. "I want to ask mom about some-
thing, anyway."
Jackson Jones was really embar-
rassed for a moment when he found
himself alone with this old friend of
his youth, this simple little country
girl. But he knew it wouldn't do; he
was certain that it wa3 absurd. To
kill time he referred back to what the
Judge had said about the gum.
"Can you beat that?" he inquired.
"The best chewing gum in the world!"
She looked at him with the serious
light of real reproof In her Incompar
nble eyes. "I don't think there's any
doubt about It, Mr. Jones. The trust
people realize It. If they don't, they
certainly wouldn't be willing to pay
a million dollars for it."
"They're willing to pay more than
that for It," he told her, feeling for
the first time a real Interest in the
conversation. Before that he had been
absorbed only by the conversationalist.
"Twelve hundred thousand they've of-
fered."
She was not pleased. "I didn't think
you knew that," she confessed. "They
made that offer to your uncle several
months ago."
. "But what I've got to find out Is
this: Am I in a position to hold out
against the trust for a bigger price?
You see. a friend of mine advises me
to hold out. Is business good, right
now?"
"Why, yes. We did over a hundred
and twenty thousand dollars last
month."
This was exciting news, and it ex-
cited him. "A hundred and twenty
thousand dollars' worth of business
last month! Can I go down to the
bank and get that money now?"
She laughed at his commercial igno-
rance. "Why, certainly not!"
For an instant his heart sank as he
contemplated saying what he felt that
he must say, sank doubly deep be-
cause he felt that the confession he
must make might possibly disturb the
good opinion of him which he hoped
he had renewed In her peculiarly lucid
mind. But there was something in her
eyes that gave him confidence. And
there was nothing for it but confes-
sion.
"You don't understand," he ventured
atumbllngly. "Thia Is—er—between
us The fact la—I'm broke! I am in
debt! I muat get aome quick money—
and I want to know how much you
have In bank, right now."
"Our cash balance?"
"Yes."
She thought deeply for a moment.
Th«*n she looked up with a smile of
triumph. "Over eighteen thouaand
dollars. I abould aay "
He was dismayed. "Only eighteen
thouaand dollars! And yon did a
buaineaa of a hundred and twenty
thouaand dollars laft month!"
Hla manner worried her "I hope
you're not thinking aerloualy of going
He waa a little dsaod, tat still. ta
aarely needed money. "I don't MS
where there** any aentlmest connect.
«>d with the thing "
"Yon don't!" She gaaod at him, aa-
tonlabed. and roae and atood beatde
the table, looking down at him.
"Would you ruin the town In which
you ware born? Why, your grand-
father waa the founder of thla town.
Mr. Jonea! Would you we seven hun-
dred men and boya turned out uf their
employment * Would you aee the very
bread and butler taken from the
moutha of famlllra?"
He felt he muat defend hlmaolf, ex-
plain himself "Well, that's not my
fault. l'jn awfully aorry, but I can't
help It. I don't avo how I cou help It."
Her voice waa deep and aorrowful.
reproachful, warning, pleading, stir-
ring. "I'd give It very aerlous thought
If I were you. Mr. Jones." Then tho
timbre of enthusiasm crept Into ber
tones and stirred him deeply. "Oh, It
would be perfectly great of you to
stand by and protect the people of this
little town! You've a chance to do
something very, very big—a really
wonderful thing! I hope you'll do It."
He shook bis head, but not emphat-
ically.
"And I believe you will," she added,
and then her smile returned.
"I must run along, now. You'd hot-
tor come to the ofllce tomorrow, as
early as possible. There's a great deal
to ta done and so many things to ta
explained I'll expect you at tan ta
the morning, shall I?"
"Can I make It a quarter past?"
"Very well."' She turned away, hot,
as sbo picked up a little shopping bag
with which she had been armed when
she came in, she evidently was re-
minded of something, for she began to
fumble in It. Presently she found
what she was seeking, and produced a
small tin box, round and highly deco-
rated. She handed It to Broadway,
who received It aa If It had been some-
thing of high value.
"This Is our latest." she explained.
-I don't think you've seen them. Jones'
Pepsin Wafers. Good night, Mr. Jones."
Dazed and with the box held loosely
In his hand, he gazed at her retreating
back. "Good night — er — er — Miss
Richards."
After she had gone, while Broadway
atood gazing after her, the box of
I th
it aa hag aww. waa
"Going over where*"
"To the trust ~
~Wh» * Doat yoa think the price
Is big enough V
I a queatioa of price. Mr
be aald with flashing eyea.
a lb* pried pie of tta (Mat"
Yoa II bar* la esptala that ta aaa"
Wh' ihiak of what yaa re aeJSag?"
• ei' ialael "It I* lb# (Slag roar
adfaibar worked far aad
deaa la year faihvr th* tblag that
be worked for aad beaded la*a la
Josle Rlcharda.
Pepsin Wafers still held loosely In
his hand, the judge said cheerfully:
"She's a nice girl, isn't she?"
"Is she?"
"Well, how did she strike you?"
"An awful blow."
"An awful blow?"
Broadway caught himself. He real-
ized that such talk would not do. He
tried to dodge the Inference. "No, no."
he proteated. "I mean her eyea. Her
eyes are awful blue."
The judge amlled satlafledly. "Ev-
eryone in thla town la Juat mad about
her."
"They ought to be." said Jackson.
"Have another cigar," the judge sug-
gested fervently.
Thla brought Broadway to hla
senses. Those clgara! "No. I thank
*ou. I've got aome gum here. But
I wouldn't mind having another glaaa
of lemoaade."
The Judge waa pleased "Why. cer-
tainly. my boy. Ill go and get It my-
self ~
B road war ■poke up hurriedly. "No;
don't do that Aak Mrs Spotswood to
make It for me. wool yoa*"
-fliire " said the grata! Judge ' Aad
III tell ber that you asked me to. ItH
tickle her ta death "
At this potat Wallace n»u.t»d Ha
weal la R*aad«ar with hie baataeaa
air evoediaoty la erldewra
-Say - be eaM earaeatly Tea get a
■nance,
"Ho didn't wait to take s train—bo
came by motor And Juat to ehow you
what a smart little fellow you are for
wanting to cloae at their price at
noon today, I, who repreeeoted my*
self aa Henry Wilson, your secretary,
have given them till eleven o'clock to-
morrow to close the deal at fifteen
hundred thousand dollara.
"He's burning up every telegraph
and telephone wire between here and
Cleveland right now. and. unleaa I
tulsa my guess. I'm making you richer
by several hundred thouaand dollare,
just proving to you the value of pa-
tience. Fifteen hundred tboueand dol-
lars! A million and a half!"
lie had been leaning tenaely forward
!■ hla chair. Now he caat hlmaelf
backward In an attitude of eatlsfled
ease
What do you think of that?" he
aaked.
■Bob." aald Broadway slowly, "I
can't sell this plant;*
"Too can't!" It was nn exclamation
of amasement.
"You don't know," aald Broadway
dreamily. "You haven't henrd. Now.
Just think of what I'd be eelllng. Here'e
the thing my grandfather worhed for
and banded down to my father; and
the thing my father worked for and
handed down to me; and It'e the thing
that I abould work for and band down
to my children, and then to theirs, and
go on and so on.
Wallace looked at htm with lncredu
tlty too groat, nt first, for word*
When they finally came they were exr
plosive. "Bay" he cried. "Wtat the
b—l's the matter with you?"
CHAPTER IX.
On the way to the hotel, after they
had left the judge's house, Broadway
tried to tell Bob Wallace what, in-
deed. was the matter with him, but
could not, for he had not the leaat
Idea.
"Do you really mean to keep the
plant?" asked Wallace skeptically.
"Yes, and pass It to my children,'
said the dazed young gentleman.
"You haven't any children, you con-
founded ass!"
"And they'll pass it to their chll
dren." said the coming magnate of the
chewing gum trade.
"I think you're crazy."
"Bob, it's a cinch. But let me tell
you." Aud he tried to, with but slight
success.
Wallace was a shrewd young man.
"Is it your conscience or the girl that
has driven you Insane?" he asked.
"I'm thinking about Jonesvllle. My
grandfather built this town."
| "Well, he made a blamed bad Job
of it. Why didn't he build a place a
man could get a decent drluk in while
he was about it?"
"And my father kept it going."
"Well, he didn't keep It going very
fast."
"And now I've got to keep my faith
with It. It is a sacred duty. I must
not abandon it."
"Say," said Wallace, In disgust.
"Where did you get that stuff? Have
you gone out and tried to get a decent
drink here? This town ought to be
abandoned. It ought to be put out
of Its misery."
"The trust would close the plant and
ruin all these people."
"You'd think they were first cousins,
to hear you talk about them."
"Bob," Broadway chided in a soft
and earnest voice, "they are far more
than that; far, far more than that.
They are charges placed by Providence
in the care of the Jones family. And,
Bob, I'm the last of the Joneses."
"Let us hope there'll never be an-
other like you."
"There'll never be one more earnest,
you can bet on that, Bob!"
They were In a shady stretch of
Main street, and, at night, a shady
stretch of Main street, Jonesville, is
about, the darkest spot on earth out-
side of Africa.
"Let's stop right here, in the dark,
till you get over it," said Wallace. "It's
late, but there might be some mad-
dened, joyous Jonesville roisterer to
gee if you went into the light."
"I mean every word of it. There are
no roisterers in Jonesville; they're all
honest workingmen, horny-handed gum
makers, toilers for the fortunes of my
family. That's why I'm protecting
them."
"The horny hand of some insane
asylum guard will be upon your shoul-
der if you don't watch out."
"Ha. ha! Ha, ha!" laughed Broad-
way somewhat cacklingly.
"I think you're going to be violent!
said Wallace. "He'll probably need
both horny handa. But he'll aubdue
you! Now, try to give me aome co-
herent notion of what'a the matter
with you, will you?"
"I've awakened to my duty."
"Time you did; you've bad a nice
long nap What do you aee, now you
have aroused?"
"A pleasant little city, working hap
plly at well paid Industry. I'm the pay-
master. A great nation, wagging tire-
less Jaws. They're chewing the Jones
gum. Jones' gum. mind you: not some
gum that the Consolidated puts up
againat the public aa juat as good aa
that my ancestors made famoua I
"For heaven's sake abut up! Yoa'll
see snakew If thia keeps on. That lem-
oaade that Mrs Spotswood Rave yoa
has rone to your empty head ~
"It was aot tbe lemonade that Mrs
Spotswood gave me. it was tbe tooch
lag liae of talk ttat—er—that Joeie
Richard* ga«w aee " He peweed wfclle
Wallar* walled with h«a |as laoae
know ttat tbe Jonea gnm waa a dan
Corona competitor. If, managed as It
bad been, unadvertlsed. It bad been a
dangerous competitor to tbe trust,
than It waa worth having—emphatical-
ly worth keeping.
And some day Broadway must do
something He could not forever play
tbe Idlsr on the Great White Way.
even If bis millions were unumbered.
It was no Ufu for an actual man. and
Dob was sure that hidden somewher*
In bis friend were the true element*
of worthy manhood Nothing had oc-
curred to bring them out, that waa all.
He thought they might be coming now.
Reaching the hotel, they found the
place In utter darkuess. Not a.light,
even turned down for tbe night, waa
visible at any window; not a eound of
life came from tbe building nave a
rhythmic cadence of aome sleeper soft-
ly sawing wood with a dull aaw.
"The clerk'e asleep," eald Bob.
"How do yon know that to the
clerk?" aaked Broadway, listening crit-
ically to the snore.
"I heard him singing when I first
got here, nnd now I recognise the
voice. He held tbe tune n little tat-
ter. then, thnt'a all."
"Have we got to wake blm up?"
"Sure! Why. Ifa niter eleven
o'clock!"
Nothing but the thought of Joalo
Richards' eyes could have kept Broad-
way at that Instant from caatlng nil
his worthy resolutions to the winds,
selling to tta trust nnd searching in*
a Bible upon which to swear that ho
never again would aot foot in Joneo-
▼Ule. But he did remember Joolo'n
eyea, and so began to hammer on tta
door.
After a quarter of an hour of steady
hammering, some shouting and a little
whistling, he was rewarded by a sleepy
and Ill-tempered voice from a slowly
opened window.
"Heavens! Was bis window closed!
And yet that snore got out to us!"
"It sawed Its way out," Boh suggest-
ed.
"Well, what ye want?" the .angry
voice inquired.
"Want to get in."
"At this time the night?"
"Sure. It's always night before wo
over want to go to bed."
"Well, the Grand hotel, It don't think
much of folks that stays out all night
long, I'll tell you that!" the clerk ex-
claimed, as he came down in bright-
red flannels (and not much of that) to
let them in.
"All night long!"
"Ain't it a quarter after 'leven?"
After telephoning Rankin (much to
the clerk's disgust) to hurry to Con-
necticut by the first train in the morn-
ing, with well-packed bags, the two
friends crept upstairs, abashed.
The clerk scorned such a menial
service as attending them, and, in the
excitement left from the rebuke be bad
received, Wallace stumbled into the
wrong room. All doors were partly
open, for the night was warm, and no
one feared the midnight interloper,
there In innocent and simple Jones-
ville.
Fortunately the moonlight fell upon
the bed, and warned him, otherwise
there might have been a scandal in
Gum Village, in which case the com-
plainant (he felt certain from that hur-
ried glimpse) would have been a sylph
of close upon two hundred and fifty
pounds.
Wallace made an effort to sit up
and discuss things further with Broad-
way, who seemed to be entirely awake,
though dreamy In a strange, unwonted
way, but there were two arguments
against this, the first that gnats and
moths ewarmed merrily in as soon as
the oil lamp was lighted, bringing with
them more than one mosquito, the sec-
ond being that he was worn out after
a long day full of various excitements.
"I'm going to bed," he finally de-
cided.
"Best place for you, Bob, this time
of night. Folks who sit up—"
"Oh, shut up! Good night."
"Good night. See you in the morn
ing."
"Now, why," asked Wallace, after he
had left his friend, "did that boy seem
so glad to have me go to bed? He act-
ed just as if he wanted to kneel down
end pray, but couldn't while a vulgar
herd like me was looking on. Now,
what the devil!"
He got Into bed.
Broadway did not go to bed. Instead
he found a pen and Ink and some of
the soft, spongy hotel stationery in a
drawer of the bare washstand. He be-
gan work with them slowly, painfully.
The pen soon failing, he dug from a
corner of a pocket in his vest the pen-
cil of which he had been so proud
when Pembroke had called on him,
and continued. After an hour's hard
labor for his brain, tbe pencil, the soft
paper and the tongue which he contin-
ually thrust Into hla cheek, he bad
completed what he thought a master-
piece. He was not sure whether he
would speak It tta next day. to Joale.
by herself, or to the asaembled multi-
tude of tbe mlll'a employes, but be waa
certain It waa great
Having written it be spent another
hour in carefally committing It to
memory tor so be fondly thought) aad
then got Into bed
▲n hour later ta tiled to sleep tta
night out sitting ap for tbe bed waa
such aa be had never evao read aboal
When at laat be fell Into a posture
leee eeggraUve of repoee on garden
rakee aad boee thaa aay other bad
broSea hearted vtllagere etarviag In
lk« etiweta at Jeaaeville la eacS aar-
HMa gvaCaetae ital tbe
•eared la M aa
n, attacked ta reporters who baoame
so Incensed as they wrote their atariee
of hto villainy that tboy el rove to atab
blm with thalr load pencils; n hun-
dred times was aot upon by temtohlng
villagers who wished*to pick hto rlbe
with fang-Hke tooth; a tbouennd times
found himself atark and shivering ta
fore tbe tar of Justice In n chilly
at retch of spnee, wbers the specters oi
all worthy Joneses of the pant con
fronted him with slim, accusing fin
gers, pointed straight at hla terror
stricken stomach.
Ths dreams were not true night
mures, though, for at the supreme In
stallt of each period of peril a whits
angel floated to him, rescuing him
from thst which threntened him. And
this white angel, graceful, large-eyed,
smiling and beneficent, was always
Josie Rlcharda. As soon aa she had
rescued htm each time, he spoke nls
speech to ber, and she wept on his
shoulder.
The result of such n night of agony
waa. naturally, that they elept later
in the morning tban waa the Joneavllle
custom. When half past eight arrived
and they had not appeared, the wife
of tho proprietor sent him upstairs to
see If they had not decamped without
paying for their rooms, or If, per-
chance, tbey had not come there sul-
cldally Inclined.
She crept up behind her liege lord
fearfully, and peeped across hto shoul-
der as be opened each unlocked door
In turn. Finding that they were but
peacefully asleep, she waa both
shocked at such unheard-of Indolence,
and cheated at the lack of tragedy, so
she snorted, "Scsndalous!" as she
crashed down each step.
She was a very solid woman, widely
built. Wallace had noticed that the
night before when he had peeped In
through the door. Had she been aware
of that terrific episode, she would have
screamed for the village constable and
had him locked up in the calaboose.
Broadway had his high triumphant
moment when It became apparent that
Wallace would of necessity go to the
village barber shop. Having come
away in flight from Mrs. Gerard with-
out bags or luggage of whatever kind,
he had no razor with him.
"My whiskers are so whitish that
they will not begin to show until the
afternoon!" Broadway exulted. "By
that time Rankin will be here with
bags."
"I'll wait for him. I won't see any—"
"You'll be sure to see the judge's
daughter. All the Jonesvllle girls that
work at the gum factory get up at six
o'clock. The Idle, aristocratic class,
like Clara, stay In bed till seven."
"Well, where Is It. then?" said Wal-
lace in an evil temper.
' What? The village barber shop?
Next door." Broadway wrung his
hand. "Good-by old chap; good by.
I'll—"
"Just give my love to Broadway,"
Wallace begged.
Jackson Jones grew sober In an In-
stant. '.'I don't expect I'll see much
of it for a while."
"It must be permanent!" said Wal-
lace. "It has lasted through the long-
est night the world has ever known."
The day already was well under way
at the Jones factory. Josle had been
at her managerial desk not less than
an hour and probably an hour and a
half when Wallace started for the bar-
ber shop.
It was a very trying morning for the
girl. The events of the night before
had much upset her, and her sleep had
been as much disturbed as Broadway's,
although, perhaps, less physically
painful.
She had been terribly in earnest In
everything which she had said to him
about bis duty to the village which had
made him rich, his duty to the family
whose name he bore, his duty to him-
self; she had been intensely worried,
still was intensely worried, lest all
which she had said might go for
naught, failing to impress him perma-
nently.
He had doubtless meant well when
he left her, but would that good inten-
tion stand the test of Wallace's ridi-
cule (she felt certain Wallace would
oppose her plan) and his own contem-
plation of the future for a night?
She had a hazy notion of what the
life of Idle rich youth In New York
must be, but imagined that it must
attract with vivid power, and she could
guess that Jonesvllle did not. Would
he hold firm in the determination
which she felt sure be had formed?
When the judge came in be found
her wondering and worrying as aha
waited for some papers she had sent a
clerk to get. Already she had almpst
finished the statement of affairs which
she had promised to give Broadway.
"Well, I Just came over from tbe
Grand hotel." tbe Judge began.
"Did you see the young man?"
"Only for a minute." The Judge
t laughed indulgently. "He was eating
1 breakfast in his room, and bis valet
i bad Just borrowed some hot flat-irons
' and waa pressing out his clothes." The
I judge's laughter became very hearty.
Even Josle smiled; but tbe fact that
1 tbey bad brought a valet with them
> waa a bit of newa to ber. She ex-
j preaaed surprise.
I Tbe Judge toughed agala "Ob. he
' Jast sot ber* tbia mom lag It eeetne
, tbey both came off a it bout aay bag
1 gage bo tbey telephoned tbe valet lata
< last night, to bring then on aome
' t'otbea "
| ' It maei have been vary late, tar II
j waa alaMtet eleTea wtaa they toft year
howe 1. waut It?"
kpeea ra- tJk Itaae New York people—
aad Oa- deal thlak a tblag of attttag ap UB
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