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BOKE rr' ^ '.'. :r7 1^1 HonooeKb^iam lavingstm^ er OBoaoe m. doram oompafot LETTIE STN0P6IS.—Uvlnr ta a barn, oonvartad into a dwoUlag, Mrs. Pon&ald la manager of an apart* meat bntldlag known as “The Cus tard Cnp,” orlginallr "Cluster Court" Her income is derived from laundiT work, her chief pa tron being a Mrs. Horatlus Weath- crstone, whom she has never seen. Living with her are "Ciink” and "T%Ad,'LhomslBas small b073 whom she has adopted. Tber call her "Pensta" Thad tells Pensle a strange man was inauirtng for her under her maiden name. CHAPTER II.—Continued. —2— Above theae rooihs was a loft, once naed for hay but now entirely cut jOff from the ground floor. It could, however, be approached by a ladder •n the outside—and was so ap- pcYwched by Crlnlc during winter rains, when it was the last resort for drying clothes. It was September. The California ■ommer was In its glory; the days |Wae warm and bright, not yet edged fWith the plapness of fall. Crlnk be- liag In school, Mrs. Penfleld was man- aglag alone. I She had t^en up her. basket of clothes and 'started for the yard, when the bell rang. This was strictly to accordance with the usnal routine, because Hn. Poifleld rarely finished anything without Interruption. She put down her basket and went to the door. "Good morning, Mr|i. Bosley. Come .right In." \ A young woman stood outside. She iras car^Uy groomed, smartly fdressed, atrlklnig; in appearance wlth- jOTt being exactly pretty. She and iher husband lived In The Custard ‘Cop, but no one could understand ivrtty. They were apparently free of Us responsibilities and devoted them- to good times; In abort, they ^erything,that tbe,;otber mem bers of thn comnumlty' wero not -f - ■ "I can’t st^, Mrs. Penfleld. Pm ,going downtown, and I wondered If you't let me leave this package with you. ' It’s got a few trinkets in It, and I'd feel safer." I Mrs. Penfleld hesitated. "I haln’t got any safe place," she said slowly, "and Pm In and out— ” Gussle Bosley broke In eagerly. "Tou needn’t feel any care about It. Nobody’d take It but^’ve got a feel ing—Pd rather leave It here. I put « newspaper round It so ’twouldn’t look of J any valne whatever." She passed over a small package. Mrs. Penfleld took It with some re luctance and quTled It Into her bed- loom. She was accustomed to all sorts of strange requests, but it was the first time she had been asked to guard valuables. "I expect she thinks nobody’d look here," Mrs. Penfltid reflected; and with that she dismissed the matter altogether and went on out to the yard with her basket. As she wiped the lines, she sang under ber breath In sheer blitheness of spirit. This was the happiest part qf her work; she loved the al^ the sunshine. Momln’," (^ed a rasping voice. Jtdves -I./ “Why, Mr. Wopple, gbi(Kl morning!” she retnmed briskly. "Ain’t it a grand dayP* “Wril, pretty fair," conceded Mr. Wopple grudgingly. Re never so far encouraged anything, even the weather, aa to give it unqualified ap- provaL Mr. Wopple was a night watchman in some vagne balldlUg near the water front; sad no one In The Cus tard Qdp quseUonM his being emi- .nentix to exactly that work. Watcfifplness was th^ kejHtote of his personality; he sacrlflc^ many hours of poaalble dgytime sleep by-bringing , Ms professional activities Into the home Add. Tm, It’a a grand day,” repeated lira. Penfleld, quite as If she had re ceived more encouragement. ‘‘How are you Mr. Wopple?” "Jest mfddlin*,* he repUed. In a dle- nway volte. His small, beady eyes were filmed for a moment, out of def- etfee to this sentiment He gazed At Mra. i^nfl^ with a new ahrewd- IMM wldch she would have sensed at •nee gf Mie had been less occupied. 1 iha Thad’s got a ;iew rig,” con- fttoed Mr. Wopple, in the manner of. ette stho delivws, a .preamble. 'Yaa bless the brty!" laughed Mrs. Fenfleld. finished that up last Right Fm Sony ft*s pink, ’cause It go with bis hair the best dver, hot that alee gingham couldn’t go to 1 Agger a child ought to be dis’ppolnt- ed at least once a week. In o:'der^to get used to life." She discorded a broken clothespin and reacl.ed Into her pocket for another. "1 guess likely you aimed to have folks think he was your own kid,” Insinuated Mr. Wopple, testing the strength of bis old pruning-shears. “Land, no. I never claimed he was. He’s mine ’cause I adopted him and love him, and 'cause be loves me. That’s all' there la to It." Mr. Wopple thought otherwise. “It’s easy said, Mis’ Penfleld, but I’ll bet there’s a lot more to It. Where’d you get Thad, Mis’ Peafleld?” With a quick movement she lifted the sheet and pinned It Into place. "The records are for Thad when. he grows up.” '“You got some records, then?” “Mebbe,” she returned, on guard. “I don’t see what dlfTrunce It makes.” “Well, I should say It made a lot. 'Course you’d want to know what kind o’ folks he had. Might be things that’d crop out. You’d be the one to be dls- ’ppolnted If he was to turn out a robber or murderer or somep’n.” Mrs. Penfleld shook'ouTTT while skirt and smiled. “All you got to do, Mr. Wopple,. Is to look at Thad once and you won’t talk that way. He’s tfs sweet a baby as ever was, and there ain’t nothing In his face that ain’t good and dear. If he ever turns ont bad. It won’t be his fault; It’ll be ’cause I failed him.” " 'Shaw I More like It’d be somep’n In hls birth.” Mrs. Penfleld Jammed down a clothespin with a violence that snapped It in two, but her voice was still pleasant. “Thad’s got past his birth by ’most four years, and he T’ Her Dark Eyes Blazed. won’t never get mixed up with it again. He didn’t Inherit nothing that Fm afraid of, and (me of the main reasons I’m living la to see that he dbvelops Just the way hei# started, 'it’s a good way; r like It; and If the Lord spares me, he’ll be ready to meet the world face to fj^ when lie’s growed up.” Her neighbor's thin Ups twisted. “All Is,” he said slowly, digging hls broken shears Into a post, “I thought mebbe you’d Itite to know tliere’s talk started., , You ]^en Simmons .A come In" t’other day and he saw Thad. *1 axpeet Thad** lue)cy to get a* that.", Mr. I^qpple^ now be- iRo isida atyluDent * f{* wdR’ a llttla fili^il^Mnted %*at dM Mdor, 'obom ha aln*t atruek fWi bat lhat*a good for bba. . - -fc-. ■ * He said he couldn’t get over It—Thad looks so much like a kid he knew about, a year ago. Perfect image, Ben says I” Mrs. Penfleld made no reply. A flush rose In her cheeks, but she placed her pins carefully In the last garment “WeU, Ben says thla kid didn’t have no family he could be proud ofl^eems hls, mother run off somewhere and died of It, and bis father was ’rrested for somep’n and—” Mr. Wopple was gazing at the post, and therefore did not see Mrs. Pen- field’s rec^itlon of bis speech. “Stop I” she cried. He looked up In injured bewilder ment. Mrs, Penfleld was standing (n front of him. The color was high in her cheeks; her dark eyes blazed dangerously. “Y(m stopl” she repeated In a low voice. "You look so small to me that I can’t scarcely see yon 't all. But If you’re stUl there, you'd better lay bold oh one thing; you let Thad alone. Aln*t h(>body*s business where he came from, nor who hls folks ware. And If yon can’t find nothing better m- to do than to teer pieces, you'd better sli 'lOurs a ^ steady."! Mr. Wopple dropped assumed a renroachfotA' Jest thought you’d^ wiptf^ what’s bein’ said—\ ; “Well, I don’t," she fii “And If you’ve got a grhlii.- «ff. sense, you’ll put your mind on othtUr-tilings. Ev’rybody lives ,In hls oArfi ^gmiera^ tlon; he ain’t Just reflectin*-’'frhat’s been lived before him. I kno^ where TTiad came , from, and It’S oil right. Do you think you can rmnember that, Mr. Wopple?” T Mr. Wopple, with some betdtation, admitted that perhaps he could, Mrs. Penfleld having hitherto, been a satis factory neighbor; and she acknowl edged hls courtesy by a smile, half conciratorj-, half abstracted. But wtiei. she had taken up the empty "lothes basket and gone back Into the fiou.se. she sat for several minutes Tobfctag Into space, her busy hands Idle,^ mist of compassion In her dark ^es. Once her Ups "Why, why can’t I wipe out the han dicaps entirely?" she breathed. “Don’t seem rlgiy for any child—” She was still' sitting there ,when Thad came In. Mis. Penfleld gather^ ALL'S FAIR M. fy corqna, remington the boy into her arms and kissed him. "Penzle,” he gasped, "squeeze me softer, please. I 'most can’t breathe. What you do It so hard for?” She laughed, "Bless your baby heart! I e.vpect I was keeping av’ry- thing away.” “Why, Penzie, ain’t anything here— Just you and me.” “Sure enough,” she said, fliore lightly. "And we mustn’t sit here, doing nothing. I’ve got to get t(> work, and you trot along and* play." A few minutes later he came run ning to her In great glee. ">■ t “See, Penzle, I found somep’n.” He held up a small pack^e. It was flat, oblong, tied with (mrdZ “Where did you get that, ThadF’ “In your room—all done up In paper.” “You shouldn’t have touched It—" She took the package, to carry It back to her room; then paused In astonishment. 'The cords were fas* tened with wax; the seals had not been broken. She turned it over. It was soft to the fouch. On one side was simply the name “Bosley.” “That’s never the family Jewels,” she thought, as she went into the bedroom. “Next time I’ll let her keep j It to home. I’ll bet It ain’t nothing I want In this house.’’ CHAPTER III The Invasion of Lettie. Having delivered the final order of groceries for the day, Crlnk Penfleld varied monotony by taking a new route home, and was rewarded by a sight that made him stop suddenly and catch hls breath with Joy. lii a large lot, where he distinctly reigto bered a tenement house, there only an enormous heap of debris. “Cracky!” murmured Crlnk. “Wa’n’t that a ^nd fire? Here’s where I get busy.” He hid* hls basket behind a mass of shattered masonry and plunged Into exploration of the highest mound of ashes. Crlnk lived the life of sal vage. A bit of human wreckage hlmr self, he had an unfailing attraction for all the material wreckage that came within range. Young as he was, the boy was an expert with a bent piece of Iron, flicking scrap heaps for those fragments which have been thrown out, not because their useful ness Is exhausted but because their owners have been lacking In Ingenu ity. Even as Mrs. Penfleld had res cued him, so had he In turn rescued countless bits of wood and cloth, iron and tin, and pull4d them back Into the fleld of service. Squirming to the top of the mass, Crlnk discovered an Incredible • plpce of luck, the wheel of a dlsmetnbenW sewing machine. He grabbed It, but at the same moment another hand also grabbed—a small, thin hand. A pair of bright black eyes confronted Crlnk, the eyes of a girl about hls own age who had been conducting a series of Investigations of her own from the rear of the lot. “Hey, leggo there,” cried Crlnk. “Leggo yourself,” retorted the girl. “Shan’t. I got here flrst.” “You didn’t neither. If you had, you’d ha’ taken It, wouldn’t your’ For a moment the boy was stag gered. He had been prepared for ac* tlon, but not for reasoning, and the latter had drly.§p him Into a comer where speech would merely weaken hls cause. *•*»' a quick movement Crlnk lifted the wheel, but the girl’s counter-pull flopped It back again with a smart whack that sent a cloud of ashes Into the air. The contestants gulped, coughed, Ignomlnlously sneezed, glared at each other with reddened eyes but with no diminution of will. “Now look here,” began Crlnk, In t voice Intended to be terrible, "you ain’t gaining nothing. This here wheel’s mine.” “Prove It, why don’t you? Rummy- dummy !” “Gosh 1” he writhed. “Quit calling names, you little fighting devil." "Now you got my number,” she re turned. “Just you make me one bit madder, and I’ll show you.” “How’ll you show me?" ‘Til punch you Into purgatory So!” "Huh! You couldn’t." "Could, too.” "Couldn’t, neither." “Would you Ilka to Stay and live with US, Lettie?” (TO BB CONxkMURO.) ip hr ateCter* ii*tnh*p*r ^aCic»u.) p ifjkjaOTTB BB0NS01» sat In the ^ sini bn the porqb of- the Country club. beneath half-closed lids eagarti' scanned her surroundings. A man.,p^lng bjy glanced at the girl In the chair and softened his step.lest he rouse ner. He was-undoubtedly nice, she decided, but not very Interesting. She nssUnied her old position and won dered Idly who would pass next. A girl appeared. suddenly around the comer of the veranda accompanied by a man. Charlotte held her breath when she saw him. in a second slie knew, she absolutely knew, that he was magnificent. He was her dream man In the flesh, moved. There were the tall figure and the dark eyes that could smile. Who could he be? For the first time she looked at the girl at hls side. YSis, It was Floi^ ence Nelson. Would she bring him over and Introduce him? Florence saw her, waved a friendly greeting" and came toward her. . “Miss Bronson, this is Mr. Fleming,” she smiled. “Oh, I w'onder whether you are any relation to Arthur Fleming, a lawyer I know In Chicago?" .said Charlotte, putting out her hand warmly. “He’s my flrst cousin. Arthur and I grew up together." "Now, you two have something to talk about. I’m going to find Dot,” said Florence, starting off. ‘‘Feels good to meet some one wlio knows old Arthur,” laughed Fleming. “Hbw long since you’ve seen him?” They talked and laughed tdgbther for half an hour or more. Then Flem ing rose. “Somy I must go, but I only have two hours before dinner and I'd like to exercise. No chance.that you’d like to play a little tennis with me or i learn tennis or something?*’ he asked j hopefully. I "Oh, would you teach me?” asked Charlotte, eagerly Jumping up. “Certainly. I’d love to. Tennis Is ray hobby, you know.” | They, walked off toward the courts together, chatting happily about noth ing. At first Cliarlotte seemed clum sy, but soon she Improved and by the end of the afternoon she played amaz ingly well for a beginner. “You’re going to make a cracker- jack player,” he told her enthusiasti cally as they returned to the club. “May we have another lesson tomor row afternoon E’ “I’d love to, but I’m afraid I’d bore you. I’m so stupid” “Bore me!” he laughed. "How could you?” And so It was arranged. They plwed the next afternoon and the neK, and after a while It became a settled thing that they should do It each day. And after a month of hard practice she had really become an ex pert player. "Charlotte, I want you to stay over and enter the contest we’re'going to have next week,” he begged. “Oil, but, Tom, I'd get fio scanda-- 'lously licked,” she gasped. "No; I believe you’d wln^ and If you did I’d be so tarnation proud of you I’d chuck the law business and become a teniil.': professor, with you as assistant teacher.” "I—I’ll think it,” she prom ised, “and let yo^know tninorrow.” Of course, she stayed. She had In- -tended doing so from the flrst second. And the contest that next week was close. Cliarlotte fought like a tiger tj, the very end and showed a skill that was amazing In a beginner. " “I’m too happy for anything,” she told him when they were alone at last, after she had been presented with the silver loving cup. “And I’m mighty proud of my pupil, I can tell you, and, somehow, Char lotte, teaching you to play tennis has been the biggest thing In niy life. I wonder whether you feel that way too, dear.” He put a caressing hand over hers. “I—I’ve been very happy,” she ad mitted. '“Then don’t go. Charlotte; stay with me forever—” he begged. When Miss Bronson’s visit was over and she returned home her mother greeted her with a look of utter be wilderment on her face. , "Cliarlotte, I Just received a letter from a Mr. Tom Fleming. He says something about proposing to you'and" goes on to say a whole lot more about teaching you to play tennis. TeachiM you and you already a champion!”''^ “Sh—h—. mother, you mustn't tell that.. I didn't think It was a very big sin and it Isn’t always wise to shine too much before a man. When he offered to hqlp me—why. It was slm-. ply Irresistible.” "You absolutely amazing child 1” laughed Mrs. Bronson. “But It’s none of ;my business, dear. By the way. there’s a letter from him for you, too.” “Dearest,” it ran. “Just after our second lesson Ar thur wrote me you were a cracker- jack player, but whatever the reaqpn I asked nothing better of fate, so helped carry on the little deception, but ’teas up now, didn’t you ask me to teach you to play tennis because you wanted, to be with me? I’m com ing over tomorrow. Can’t stand It an other second alone. Love.” "The conceit of the man,” laughed Charlotte Jamming the letter back Into Its envelope. “What’s the matter, daughter?’ “Nothing, only men are so deceiv ing, but I iidore him. Dinner ready, I amddy? I’m starving." Macon Merbhaft Decllares Tanlac Ended Indigestion 8 . Years Ago. * “The Tanlac treatment touched the right spot In my case and I am glad to tell others about It,” declared H. A, Kitchens, 765 Broadway, Macon, Ga., well-known general merchant. “About eight years ago, I suffered with nervous indigestion so bad my entire system got fqarfully out of order. I finally hud an attack of In testinal trouble, my nerves were about shattered, and I was in an utterly run down condition all around. “My druggist suggested Tanlac, and it soon ficH^ right hold of my troubles and put me back in fine shape. 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