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ecre of FriVolo Affairs MSLYlniEErrE COPYEWHTBH D0EB5-MCERH1 CC91PANY i SYNOPSIS. Jo Codman and her sister Loulle are left orphans. Their property has been wept away by the death of thetr fa ther and they are compelled to cast about for some means to earn a living. Lou lie answers an advertisement of an inva lid who wants a companion. She declines the position. Loulle advertises for a po sition as companion, and Mrs. Hazard replies. She offers Lou he a position as her "secretary of frivolous affairs." Her chief work is to steer Mrs. Hazard's sot and daughter In the right matrimonial path. Loulle talks baseball to Hap Haz ard and also gains the confidence of Lau ra Hazard. The Due de Trouville Is be lieved to be interested in Laura. Mrs. Hazard gives a big reception and Loulio meets many people high in the social world. Natalie Agazziz. to whom Hap has been payin attention, loses an em erald bracelet during the reception. Sh declares ther is not another like it in the world. It develops that Natalie has lost several pieces of Jewelry under sim ilar circumstances. Hap takes Loulle to th baseball game. He tells her he is not ensaged to Natalie and has been cured of his infatuation. The scene Changes to the Hazard country place, where many notables have been invited for the summer. CHAPTER IX. Continued. We walked the distance to Win throp's along the country road, get ting those occasional glimpses of the ocean that make this 6hore so wonder ful We could see his house quite a distance away before we came to it, where it stood at a bend in the road; an old colonial topping a riotous gar den of old-fashioned flowers. A board ed pathway led uncompromisingly straight to the house, and as we climb ed this pathway we could see stretch ing away orderly rows of glass houses that Laura told me were, unromantic ally, vegetable houses. Winthrop was writing; we could hear the click of a typewriter, but he saw us through an open window and came to meet us with a pencil behind his ear and crumpling a piece of yel low paper. "We won't interrupt," Laura insist ed. "I know the way about." "I'm glad you came," he said. "I have my heroine where I don't know Just what to do with her. She'll keep for a while. You'll be sure to give me an idea. I've been aching, too, for an excuse to go look at my artichokes; nearly as big as cabbages, and they try to tell me you can't grow them so near the shore." He led the way through a wide hall way into a dear old-time living-room with a goodly litter of books and magazines everywhere, and an invit ing bay-window that looked out upon the ocean. Here stood a big desk, topped by a typewriter, and more lit ter, this time of yeilow copy paper. An inadequate waste-basket was over flowing with crumpled sheets and a smoldering pipe rested on a window Bill. An old-fashioned safe was most importantly imbedded in the wall. I took in the place ecstatically. "Is this where the Muse works?" I asked. "I don't know anything about the Muse," he replied as he smiled at me and rubbed the back of his head; he had a trick of doing that "I know it's where I think, by brute strength, usu ally with a telegram on my desk from an impatient magazine man who wants to know why the deuce I don't send him a story." I had to be amused, although it was all so very different to what I expected no dreamy far-away attitude and the burning fires of genius demanding to be released. "Do you believe what you write?" I asked curiously, "I hope not," put in Laura from the typewriter where she was reading the yellow sheet it held. "This heroine of yours ought ; to have a good shake. Why, Winthrop, you can't possibly mean " "Don't preach," he Interrupted. "Perhaps she's the horrible example. You don't expect the heroine in a story to behave properly, do you? It would never sell. I shall Justify her, of course, and whitewash her at the end. It's what the public demands." "Do you always write what the pub lic demands?" I questioned. "When I need the "money," he smiled. "Just now I need the money badly. That's going to be a best-seller." He abruptly changed the subject. "We shall have some tea, and I'll show you the prettiest lot of artichokes you ever saw." He went out to give the order for the tea while I examined the books that lined the walls and the dear, old time pictures hung in such quaint or der oyer the mantel. "Hardly looks like the home of a thief, do you think?" Laura asked abruptly. "No," I replied. I shivered from the very shock of her question. "Laura, you can think of such awful things." "Well, there's Natalie, and here's Winthrop, and if she loses Just one more silly bracelet it won't be right to let the matter alone. I worry about it. I wish she would leave her foolish Jewels in town." She could say nothing further, for Winthrop returned. We had tea, and saw the gardes, but when we went back home Winthrop insisted that we go by boat and not by the country road. "Great entrina you have there," I US Tf5 !' T hi Ml Iltustratlons by V.LJLWNIS remarked, "listening to the steady beat of it as we began to move. "What is your power?" "Just twenty, but we cut the water like a knife." he replied. "Built for speed, and will run away from any thing on this shore. Hope you don't mind the spray. Can't help but pick up water at this gait." He put us oft at our landing, waved us adieu, and was soon out of sight again around the bend in the shore. I stood listening to the hum of the re ceding engine until It was Just a pulse beat in the air. "I like the sound of an engine," I apologized to Laura. "I'll know the sound" of that one nexttime. Do you think he would let me run the boat some day?" "I am sure he would," Laura replied. "Are you fond of a boat? You might mention it to Hap. That's John's boat out there. Pretty, isn't It? We don't call it a yacht. After all there's noth ing so pretty as a sailboat." CHAPTER X. The First Big Robbery. By the end of the week Lone Oak was like the old riddle:' "House full, yard full." People were everywhere, and day by day new motors appeared with more. We preslnted the appear ance of a modish, prosperous summer hotel, some of the guests all season, some only for a week. His Grace arrived with . a flourish, preceded by fifteen trunks, his secre tary, his two valets, and the butler the chauffeur brought him and fol lowed by a dozen newspaper men and photographers. And we all learned to bow and kowtow with the proper shade of deference due to a duke who could trace his ancestors back to the eleventh century. I never so much regretted my lack of knowledge on "How to Behave to a Duke." I, myself, resolved to lay in books on the subject as soon as I could get to town, but all the other women went scurrying to novels about dukes. Lydia Abercrombie even memorized some bits of conversation. There was only one irreverent mem ber of our household Hap. He called His Grace "Old Sport" to his face and "His Nobs" behind his back and, with a young American's disdain of cere mony and gold lace, cordially despised him. In the confusion attendant upon the arrival of so many and the continual ly shifting crowds, I simply couldn't remember everybody, and whether they were husbands and wives, or sis ters and brothers; and so on through the combinations of relationship. I bought a little red note-book and jotted them all down like the list you send to a grocer and every night Laura would come in and go over it to see if I had everything correct. The entries were in alphabetical order after this fashion: ABERCROMBIE Mother, two daugh ters. Father week-ends and holi days. Millions and family. Mother thin; talk fat to her. Daughters both pretty; Lydia .good tennis, bridge; Dorothy sings, looks good at piano. Father wants to be next gov ernor. AYER Father, mother and Charlie. More millions and family. Father a corker, golf; mother stout, keep off; good bridge; Charlie a silly dear. BLISS (See Eligibles). CUTLER Widow; beautiful; most ac complished woman I ever met; ex cellent French, golf, good bridge; knew the duke abroad. That was one page, and my notes covered twenty. I had the eligibles in a department of their own which I didn't turn oVer for Laura's inspec tion, because of some remarks I had entered in the line of my duty con cerning her future. And an attractive list of girls, one of whom I was trying to settle upon for Hap In the line of my duty concerning his future. Two looked suitable for John Crownin shield, although I hadn't been engaged to settle his future. Jane Bliss, who was pretty and sensible sounds like a paradox and Lydia Abercrombie who, next to Jo and Laura, was the dandiest girl I ever met; but he never looked twice at any woman in his life and was Just a dear to all of them. It broke my heart to see him drifting. I classed my golf fiends, bridge fiends, and so on, for quick consulta tion and studied it as hard as Jo ever did her Practical Economy. I seeped in so much about everything from ev erybody and everybody from ev erything that I was like sponge squeeze me ana I'd spout so cial information. I began to be able to say casually, "Oh, sixty millions!' and ceased to think I was playing a part in a society play where there was a French duke in the cast. I whirled in the scheme of things, marveling ev ery Instant that I didn't fly off Into the air from tangential Impetus, A continual house-party of thirty or more, made up of a few human be ings, a great many snobs, and bril liantly topped off with a duke, was a stupendous thing. -We rivaled Mrs. Henry Dykeman In the brilliancy of our entertainments, and the Hemming ways in the novelty of theirs. Our ma sicales were characteristic, our teas innovations. We instituted a cotillion Saturday nights from which it was a social crime to be absent. We glit tered so we were besieged by more newspaper men and women, much to Mr6. Hazard's secret disgust, but we had to pay the penalty of the gutter. The public may not have been inter ested, but the newspapers thought our French duke was too important to be hidden. The only thing left to us of our old order was that early tennis of mine with Hap, and Mrs. Hazard behind the coffee-pot every morning at eight o'clock, in our own little breakfast room where only the actual family and myself were present. It was the best of the day, the only time when we could feel that our souls were our own I know that's the way I felt about it. Afterward Hap would go in to town In the gray car to sell real estate and John Crowninshield to de fend, if that's what a lawyer does. Then Mrs. Hazard would call the cabinet to order she was .. secretary of state and we'd begin. She would grease the wheels of the establish ment, sort out who was coming and who was going until the butterflies be gan to flutter out at noontime, and. I began on the peg job, getting the golf ers on the golf course, and the tennis players on the tennis courts sounds easy, but left to themselves the tennis players were just as apt to be on the golf course, and grouchy in conse quence arranging motor parties, with just the right people in a car, and get ting bridge games going where the breeze was lively enough to keep cool and not lively enough to blow the cards away; filling in when anybody needed an extra in anything. Then I had to manipulate the crowd for a swim or a sail before we started in on the evening round. Those were the ordinary days when there was no grand affair on hand. I couldn't have stood it if I hadn't had nerves of steel and the constitution of an ox. But always there was Mrs. Hazard holding in on that chuckle of hers, smiling approv al. Sometimes she would take me in her fat arms and pat my hair and worry if I looked tired. She Insisted on my having a maid, although I was used to doing things for myself, but I didn't always have time to turn around and pick up the gown I had taken off. There was only one thing about my job I heartily disliked, and that was filling in at bridge with Natalie. We always lost, although I didn't do so badly when I played with any one else, John Crowninshield or Mrs. Cut ler, while His Grace and won so much together we were a -scandal in the house. I was afraid of Natalie, that was it; afraid of her calm, droopy stare and her awful civility. If she had been rude to me once I don't think I 6hould have cared half, so much. I began to live for the cotillions Saturday night. They brought down tardy husbands, eligibles, and a sprin kling of '09's, and I could sit back and rest while everybody danced. Hap was a dear to me then, and was quite willing to sit out his dances while he did the talking, making me forget that I was on the job. We were leaning on th,e stone cop ing one evening, just outside the drawing-room where we always danced, looking up at the stars, when the sound of a motor-boat cut the air, and a moment later the rays of a search light slewed around the bend below us. "That's Mr. Abbott," I told Hap. "Is This Where the Mu6e Works?" I Asked. "Listen! I know the sound of .his en gine." "Oh, it can't be," exclaimed Laura, coming out for a breath the figure was over. "He wouldn't come here to night because he had to work a spurt for the finish, he said." "But it is, dear," I insisted. "If you listen you can tell. Hear it?" "Oh, I don't know the sound of one engine from another, Loulie," she laughed. "Winthrop's working, or I shall tell him tomorrow what I think of him." "Sounds like his boat'. Laura," Hap said. "Hate to hand Winthrop one, but I think he's just taking a little trip cn the quiet." His Grace and Natalie joined us, and we listened tgain, but they frank ly Tou'd not tell. 1 always thought Jll! that it shocked His Grace to think we could. "Sure thing," insisted Hap. "He's going some, too." Laura went back into th house with her head in the air and flirted outrageously with Benny Bliss all eve ning. I would have given anything not to have mentioned the silly boat. The next morning the first thing that fairly jumped at us from the morning papers was this: NORTH SHORE HOUSES ROBBED Fashionable Folk in Panic Money ' and Jewels Taken Police "Think Thieves Worked From Motor Boat. It meant nothing to us, particularly, except that the places robbed were near us. Some of the victims we knew the Dykemans and Mrs. Loring some we didn't. The story caused a mild stir at Lone Oak for a moment; then was swallowed up by more im portant things. On the spur of the moment everybody, except Natalie, de cided to send In their jewels the next day to a safety deposit in town, but by afternoon the scare was over and everybody had decided differently. "What's the use of having them to be locked up?" Mrs. Higginson de manded cheerfully. "We are always at the mercy of our maids. I've had my jewels twenty years, and they haven't been stolen yet. I think I can still ake care of them." "After all, the cotillions would lose their zip if we couldn't shine a little," Lydia Abercrombie declared. "Only Laura and LouHe Codman look well without jewels. I don't believe it amounts to anything, anyhow. I've heard that Mrs. Henry Dykeman has a press agent. Have you?" I tried to put it from my mind, but it would come back. I was 60 very sure of the sound of that motor-boat; I would have been sure even if Hap hadn't agreed with me. And some thing else: I had heard it again in the early morning, returning. I had jumped up and looked out. I could see the rays of the headlight turned in the other direction. I even looked. at my clock to see the time three o'clock. For no particular reason, too. I recalled something Winthrop had said: "I can outrun anything on this shore." I was angry at myself for connect ing that in any way with the silly robbery, or even allowing my thoughts to slip back to that lost bracelet of Natalie's on the night of the reception In town, and what Laura had told me of those other losses. Winthrop appeared Sunday after noon, looking somewhat fagged, with pieces of crumpled copy paper stick ing from the pockets of a khaki suit. Laura abruptly left Benny Bliss, who was really too giddy from her prefer ence the night before, and frankly went to meet him. She turned him over to me while she sent for Hap and John Crowninshield to Join him in a Scotch and soda. Poor fellow, he looked as if he needed a bracer. "How is your heroine?" she asked, choosing to forget that he had disap pointed her the night before. "Just as naughty as ever?" "Worse." he replied, smiling and rubbing the back of his head. "She simply won't behave as she should. I had a terrible time with her last night. I haven't been to bed; sat up all night with her." "Winthrop! Really! You'll ruin your health. No book Is worth it." "Oh, yes it Is. And this is a best seller. You see, all the ingredients are there villains, trusting heroine, hero with the awful curse of drink in his system; but sometimes it won't go right." I laughed and Laura gave him a smile. "I'd rather you were not so flippant about it." she said. "I'd rather think that you were writing what you felt and believed." "Oh, in that case." he replied, rumpling his hair again, "I wouldn't write at all. I'd grow vegetables." Later I was alone with Winthrop. "I heard your boat last night," I said to him. "Why didn't you land here for a minute?" "I was in a rotten humor," he an swered. "Got my naughty heroine where I didn't know what she would do next, and I took a spin to brush away the cobwebs." "It must have been a good long spin," I dared. "I heard you coming back at three o'clock." "Went to Boston," he admitted, "and loafed back. The sea was like glass. Gorgeous old night, wasn't it?" I nodded, and as soon as I conld get away I ran up to my sitting-room and stood looking out toward the ocean, but not seeing it. My heart was thumping, but it may have been from taking the stairs in such a hurry. Two thoughts persisted in my mind those robberies, and the fact that I had been right about the boat; he hadn't de nied it. I took a deep breath that was almost a sigh. It was a silly bit of circumstantial evidence, and I refused to believe It. . CHAPTER XI. The Missing Ruby. Monday, everything went wrong. It rained and the house was like a set ting hen that wouldn't get settled. I got Dorothy Abercrombie started at the piano to liven things up a bit, but she was in an Impish mood and In sisted on playing ragtime. The bridge players objected to the ragtime and the racket. Lydia and Jane Bliss were trying to cake-walk and Mrs. Aber crombie was frantic. She was afraid they would shock His Grace. I would have given anything for a dozen mushy novels and the magazines no one had seen, but town was miles away and the bottom seemed to have dropped out of the sky. Some of my fienda fettle3 at poker in the up stairs card-room, some went to play billiards, but it left others down-stairs horribly mixed and scrapping briskly. Our poor little duke was a melan choly figure. The detached way in which he looked out upon the , rain told me he was lonesome; Just plain, ordinary lonesome, even if he did hap pen to be a duke with a secretary, two valets, a 'butler and a chauffeur. He didn't know poker, he didn't care for billiards, and he had asked to be excused from bridge. The girls who usually amused and petted him were either hilarious or grouchy; Mrs. Cut ler, who was the only one besides my self who could speak good .French to him, was up-stairs with a headache, and Natalie, whom he adored, had quarreled with him or that's what everybody suspected. I had not ceased to wonder about His Grace where I had seen him, if I had, and why ,1 should remember him; but Buddenly I was ashamed of my suspicions, that vague something of which I was not sure. My heart melted; I went to him. He had never been sure about me and my position, hut he accepted me along with a great many other American institutions he did not comprehend. "Have you seen the gallery, Your Grace?" I asked. "If you wish, we can pretend the gallery is the Louvre, and the garden outside the Tuilleries. Will you come?" "Ah, mademoiselle, you are one great genius," he replied. "You divine without err.' I have a feeling here" "Won So Much Together We Were a Scandal." he put his hand over his heart "I have remember my beloved France. I have what you call him over here the, big homesickness. I have seen the gallery, and the beautiful pictures of the gallery, but I have not seen them with mademoiselle. Will ma demoiselle do me the honor?" He offered me his arm In his formal way, and we started for the gallery. 1 had been there many times and so, I discovered, had His Grace, but we made a detailed tour quite from a new point of view. I was surprised at his knowledge of the pictures, their his tory, their value. We were looking at an alien among all these old masters, called "The Lion Hunter," by an en tirely unknown American artist who nearly starved in Paris until the late Mr. Hazard saw that picture and bought it; when suddenly I thought of something. The Lion Hunter was a fair-haired man with a most remarkable face, weatherbeaten, bronzed, the tragedy of life and death and in the tense lines about his mouth, and a huge scar across his cheek. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Roads Were Not Public. A century ago all the larger towns In eastern Massachusetts were to be reached substantially only over toll roads, or turnpikes, along which one paid to pass. The roads were built and owned by corporations chartered by the commonwealth; and the fares, or tolls, were taken up every few miles at toll gates, which were usually es tablished on the bridges, so that no one could . get by without paying. There were turnpikes to Concord, to Worcester, to Dedham and Provi dence, to Neponset and Quincy, to Lynn and Salem, and to Newbury port. At the first toll gate out of Salem toward Boston, $5,300 was taken In the year 1805, but the day of greatest travel on the road was June 1, 1813, when 120 stages and hundreds of carriages went over the road that their occupants might get a glimpse from hilltops of the fight between the Chesapeake and the Shannon, In which the dying Lawrence uttered his imortal words, "Don't give up the ship." The Dog in Politics. An Italian paper has been collecting Instances where dogs were used to Influence politics or express. the politi cal feelings of their owners. We are told that in 1894, when bilingual teach ing was imposed on Istria, dogs were painted black in sign of mourning; in 1897 a candidate for the town coun cillorship of Milan decorated his Newfoundland with a scroll inscribed, "Vote for the Socialist." The fol lowing year this (was "imitated" in London, where numbers of dogs wore mantles on which was written "Vote for Chamberlain," or "Vote for the Socialist." It is also said that in 1902, on the reception of the news that the Boer war was ended, the streets were enlivened by the apparition ot dogs wearing the Union Jack and oth ers drunk on whisky. How ine na ture of the tipple was determined by the Italian observer is not stated. MDMI0NAL SWfSOlOOI Lesson (By E. O. SELLERS, Director of Even ing Department, The Moody Bible In stitute of Chicago.) LESSON FOR JUNE 8 JOSEPH FORGIVES HIS BRETHREN LESSON TEXT Gen. 45:1-15. GOLDEN TEXT "Behold how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell tog-ethe- In unity." Ps. 133:L No story of the Old Testament la fraught with greater dramatic inter est than that which is presented to day. Let us get the setting of the pic ture. An opulent oriental court; that man who next to Pharaoh exercised more power than any congresa or as sembly, and Into whose hands had been placed the destinies of a king dom by earthly power and the out working of the plan (of redemption by a divine power. Servants,-power, resources, all at Joseph's command. Before him his brothers who long ago gave him up as being dead. Out side a great calamity resting upon the people, and none prepared to meet it except these of Egypt whose provi sion was the result of the work of this man of God. (I. Tim. 4:8). Be fore this man, as humble supplicants, we see those who "entreated him de spitefully." Judah's speech was a revelation to Joseph, it satisfied him, and what need, therefore, for further delay in revealing himself in his true character? - Saving Love. I. x Revelation, vv. 1-3. Excluding all from his presence, saving his broth ers, Joseph gave full vent to his joy and rejoicing. "I am Joseph; doth my father yet live?" Their astonish ment was so great as to leave them speechless, and again haunting memo ries condemn them to fear and fore boding for they were "troubled in his presence." We have here a beautiful picture of forgiveness and saving love. The exaltation of Jesus was to. give repentance to Israel through the forgiveness of sina. Acts 5:31. Even so did Joseph bring repentance to his brothers and forgiveness of their wrongs toward him 22 years before. Joseph's severe dealings with his brothers aroused them to a full recog nition of their evil deeds and pre pared them to receive his pardon and forgiveness. But the cup is full, no longer can, he restrain himself, and with a loud voice, so loud that It could be heard without, he cried "I am Joseph." Small wonder that at such a procla mation by him whom they had bo grievously wounded, "they were trou bled." So shall it b when the breth ren of Jesus shall "look upon him whom they have pierced," Zech. 12: 19. II. Reconciliation, vv. 4-8. The greatness of Joseph is here revealed in a clear, true light He interprets to his brothers their own actions with all that God has involved in it, which must have been a great surprise to his brothers. Joseph does not wait for them to fall at his feet and sue for mercy, but seeks to allay their fears, "Come near to me I pray .you." These who by their wicked - works, were rightfully alienated from him are invited to draw nigh. Col. 1:21 and Matt 11:28. Joseph's Grace. Joseph was as one who was aead and out of that came life for those of his own family as well as those out side. Even so God has brought life to many out of the death of Jesus, work ing salvation for all out of the most colossal and infamous crime ever per petrated the criciflxion. Joseph was "sent" (v. 7), to save those very ones (John 1:11)'. It was a "great deliver ence," see Heb. 2:3. Here, again, we see Joseph's intimate relations with God, "it was not you that sent me hith er, but God." That is the right way to look at life, Rom. 8:28. ill. Proclamation, vv. 9-15. The news of this meeting came to Pha raoh, vv. 2, 16, with the result that be commanded Jacob and all of his household to be brought into Egypt Having received good things them selves, they are commanded to go with haste, and tell others, Matt 28:7. The first call is always "come" (v. 4), and that is always followed by the command of to "go" (v. 9). Joseph was not ashamed of his old father and his brothers in the days of his pros perity, and' added that when they should dwell in Egypt they were to be "near unto me," see Phil. 1:23, John 14:3. When the brothers reached Jacob and told him that Joseph was alive and exalted in Egypt he could not believe them, and his heart faint ed. Can we be surprised? Yet con viction was at hand in the shape of the wagons laden with the rich spoil of Egypt, vv 21, 27, 28. Again God appears to Jacob, 46:2, 3, and adds the assurance of his own word. Lessons of the Lesson. The great ness of Joseph's character is revealed in the hour of the fulfillment of his. dreams tears, not vlndictiveness, manifest the condition of his heart. Jacob recognizes God's great plan, and that its outcome is an evident blessing for others as well as for him self. There is no evidence of pride as Joseph interprets God's dealings. God has made abundant provision for us in Christ This lesson is the re verse of the usual order in that the lesson ilustrates the golden text rath er than the text illuminating the les son. .
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