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FIFTH INSTALLMENT "If you stay—if they come to ge you before you pay it back—it wil kill them both—I mean father an; mother. You must go, Roddy!” "You’re a trump, Sis!” he sai< thickly, "you’ve saved me—I— feel like a brute to let you do it, —I’ll go, but I’ve got to tell then first, I mean the governor and mo ther.” — "I’ll tell them!” Nancy shivered "You can’t stop for it—if you los this train—they might arrest you they may be on their way now!” She kissed him suddenly. "Oh Rod, be good now!” she sobbed. He could not speak, but h wrung her hand; then the gat slammed and he was gone. Nancy rose slowly', steadyinj herself an instant with one hand oi the old bench where she had sunk and then she W'ent slowly into th house. Her mother was sitting in rocker by the window, her face hid den in her hands. Her father sa in the same chair where he had slep that morning. His gray hair wa standing up on top of his head anc he had not shaved; he looked olde than ever. Fie stared around at Nancy. "Where’s Roddy?” he demandei hoarsely. "Where’s he hiding? haven’t seen him this morning—m; God, I can’t think where he got hi streak from—my son a commoi thief!” "You sha’n’t say that of Roddy! Mrs. Gordon cried for the hund redth time. "It isn’t true he neve meant to take it, it’s some mistake He meant to pay it back!” "Yes,” her husband assente. harshly, "he did. You’re righ about that, Sarah, I never knew thief who didn’t mean to pay i back. They all do!” "We’ve got to pay it back then!' his wife sobbed, "we’ve got to save him—if I take the clothes off my back. If Roddy’s sent to jail 1 shall die!” | "Die?” Mr. Gordon raised his hag . gard’ face and stared at her, "I’d rather see Rod dead this minute than J a common thief. God knows I | wish I had him in his coffin now j—nailed down tight!” "Papa!” Nancy’s tone startled 1 him, he raised his eyes again to her ’ face, his lipsi twitching with intol erable pain. She swayed' toward him, her blue :!cyes beautiful and soft; she loved ’.him in his agony. She understood | it. He had lost his pride in his ’json and he was too poor to pay; he ! was thinking of her and of her mo uther. Nancy’s lips shock but she : commanded herself. "Papa,” she said softly, "Mama ’ —” she held her hands out to them 1 tenderly. "I’ve come to tell you— ’ Roddy is safe; he’s got the money, ; all of it, and he’s gone to pay it back. I think he’ll get there before 1 they even find it out.” Her father merely stared, incre dulous, but her mother uttered a ' i choked cry. 5 "Oh, Nancy! How did he get * it? Who lent him all that?” ■ Nancy held her breath. If she jtold them, she did not know what her father might do. He loved her. 1 he might take it hard, he might 1 even go to Richard about it, and he r\ could not pay it back, it would ruin s him. She looked from one worn l white face to the other and her eyes ! misted; she Was doing it for them, *1 she knew it now, for all of them— - because she loved them so much r it was an anguish to see them suf • fer. | "I borrowed it, Mama,” she an 1 swered softly, "I got it and—and t Roddy and I will pay it back.” i Mr. Gordon half rose from his t chair. "Who did you get that money from, Nancy?” he demanded ’ hoarsely. j IVancy backed away from them; they were both dazed but their eyes followed her. "I can’t tell you to day,” she gasped, "that’s part of i —the pledge, I mean, but I’ll tel you next week.” She broke away; she must no tell them, she dared not—yet! Sh turned a little wildly and ran ou of the room. Nancy lay quite Still, face down ward on her bed1, hands clasped clos over her eyes, shutting out the light Her head ached terribly, it ached si that the throbs ran down througl her body and shook her with angu ish. It was fearful, yet it was blessing, while it ached like that sh could not think. If she tried' t think she would remember that sh had promised to marry Richard 01 Monday. She did not want t think. Through her went the crashin; and rushing of Rod'dy’s train goin: to New York; she felt as if th steel wheels passed over her and lef her bleeding. She had saved him he would get there in time to pa; the money back, they would neve know. And she had spared the twi downstairs too. It had crushed her lather t think of his girl shamed for he brother. Nancy’s lips twitchei with pain at the thought; he hai looked so like death in his sleep The feeling had come to her witl a horrible swift surprise—her fathe was growing old! She clutched a her pillows, shaking. Her worli might tumble down and she wouli have no one left—no one but—I was too much. She rose on her elbow and starei out of the window with pain blurr Nancy stumbled to the windoi md looked. — xl eyes—Richard! She gave a littl ;ry and plunged her head d'owr rgain into her pillows, sobbing am ihaking with fear. Then the pain in her head begar igain and she stopped thinking, sh< ay after a while very still and limp ike a shot bird unable to use it1 ivings. Sheer exhaustion, a sleeples; light and the long racking of hei nerves had told. The girl hac fallen into a heavy, dreamless sleep She was still sleeping when hei norher quietly opened the door ant :ame in. The huddled figure or :he bed startled her; there was some rhino in Nancv’s verv attitude thai suggested misery and apprehensions Mrs. Gordon came hurriedly acros the room and touched her flushec cheek and her hot forehead. Shi had the skillful mother hands anc She knew the feel of fever. Nancy started up on on her el bow. "What is it, Mama?” sin cried feverishly. Her mother shook her head 'Nothing at all now dear. Pap; event cut to the bank for awhile, hi tad to do something. He wantec to come up here and see you but stopped him. Don’t you think yot night to tell him—about the monej feu borrowed, Nancy?” Nancy, sitting on the tide of he! ted now, slipped her arms about her nother’s neck, laying her check igainst hers. "I’ll tell him—I’ll tell you botk text week—I promised1 that. Oh Mama, don’t ask me—I was so glad o get it for Roddy.” Mrs. Gordon drew a lonj: ireath, a sob in her throat; her face tuckered and quivered with tears ike a child’s. "Ot, Nunrv!” she sobbed. They clasped each other weeping They held each other for a lon^ ime and then Mrs. Gordon felt th< girl’s hot cheek. She drew back oking at her. "You’re ill, child!” "Only my head, Mama, I didn ' deep last night.” Her mother rose. "You lu down,” she said gently, struggling to herself again. "I’ll get you ; cup of tea.” The hot tea and toast revived he i little, and the touch of her mo ther’s hands on her hot forehen soothed her. She felt like a chil< again, being comforted after a hurt "Don’t go yet!” she whispered and in the twilight Mrs. Gordon sa for a long time beside her daugh ter’s! bed, holding her hand. They did not talk much. The older woman was thinking of her son; the girl, of tomorrow. But after a while they heard the front door open and Mrs. Gordon rose hurriedly. "There’s Papa; I’ll go get his d'n ner for him. I hope he can eat! You needn’t come down, child, if| your head still aches.” Nancy let her go; her head did not ache so badly now, but she was glad to escape her father’s ques tions. She had work to do. She packed; a handbag with a few things she! would need and she hurried, tumb ling things over. Her ward.cbe was small enough; she had not much choice, but s.hp selected the I simplest things she had1, a dark] blue serge and a plain hat. j The moon had risen splendidly Hand across the window was stretch Jed the long branch of the pine, fetched b^ack against the silver sky. jit was very still in the house. 1 j Nancy knew her lather ana motnei had finished dinner. They were I sitting in the library now, on the 'other side of the house. She could ; not even hear their voices, but the 'pine tree swinging a little, tapped ! on her windowsill. Then she heard | another sound, soft and sweet but penetrating, the faist notes of a love-song strummed on a guitar. Page! The girl trembled like a leaf; he had come, of course, with his 'guitar. | Nancy stumbld to her window i and looked down. The moonlight ! made the old garden like day. Be : low her, the grass-plot looked' as if l a hoar-frost had whitened it. | Nearer still was Page Roemer. | Nancy looked down at him. How 'I tall and slim he was—so much lighter in Duua uiau . • could see his clean-cut profile and : his white forehead. He strummed ; on the guitar again, calling her with the old ioft not'S aopeabnH-c Nancy an wered. Pace st p e • nlavinc instantly, and in the moot, light she saw the :ov in his face "Come down, Nancv; it’s a. Hv ly night!” She clung to the windowsill. "I can’t, Page, my head hurts terri bly.” "The moon will cure it. Come down,” he pleaded, "I’ve got some thing to say to you tonight. Nancv please come down.” Nancy knew what he had to -sav to her; it had been trembling on his lips so long, and he had delayed ic —because delay is sweet. They lik ed to wait; an unspoken love was so much more tender, more illusive, more desirable than mere words. But now it was too late. "I can’t come down tonight, N-’’, re-llyl TTdn’t nc"h? tell you?” He drew down his brows anx>ous 1 ly. "Yes, but I didn’t believe • you’d stay up there a night like 1 this. Nancy, when I came?” he added gravely. She trembled. She could make no more promises! “I—I don’t ' know—don’t ask me tonight, Page, ^ my head aches so!” He looked up earnestly. He ’ could not read the eyes so far above - him, but he felt a change, an in credible change, in her. "Are you really ill, Nancy?” he cried. Where he stood, with his face lifted and unshadowed, she saw him plainly. She could see the look in his eyes. It set her heart beating again and her fingers tightened1 or. the sill. "No,” she said faintly, "not real ly—but my head did ache dreadful ly. I can’t talk to you tonight, Page, indeed—I’d come down if I could, but I—can’t!” Her voice broke and he caught the change in it. Hope mounted into certainty; he was sure she loved him, but she was coquetting with it, playing with it, like a girl. He lifted his handsome head confident ly "Nancy, come down!” he cried. She said nothing, and in the still ness the pine branch tapped against her window like a warning finger. Again he felt that there was some thin v amiss. "Nancy, come down!” this tim his voice pleaded. "I can’t Page, I—good night!’ she waved her hand to him. "Cruel!” he said, and then: "to morrow, Nancy!” She did not answer. She wa ---1 Where he stood, with his fac lifted and unshed jived, she Sfiiv bin plainly. leaning against the window now watching him go. He swung hi guitar under his arm, waving hi hat to her. But half-way to th gate she called to him. "Goodbye Page,” she called t him softly, "goodbye!” She could see his figure recedin down the long quiet street. H was going out of her life and he dii not know it. It was incredibl but it was true. (CONTINUED NEXT WEEK Among those who suffer from ir regular employment are the presi dents of Cuba, where they recentl have put a new man on the jol about every month. 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