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Nancy, however, la In love with Dan Carlisle, a professor at the University who has little means. They discuss marriage, but decide to delay talking to her father about it Nancy, who has been playing tennis with Dan that afternoon, tens her father she had been playing with a girl friend. Greeding knows this Is imbrue and Is secretly enraged. Stepping Into his wife’s room, his eye falls on a marble statu ette which he dislikes. He picks It up, wishing he could smash It to bits. Sud denly It Is snatched from his grasp as by an Invisible force and burst asunder. Mrs. Greeding Is greatly disturbed over the mysterious destruction of the statu ette. The doctor reveals that Ira Jerrell wants to marry Nancy. On the way to a dinner party a car cuts In front of Greed tng’s. He angrily expresses the wish that the driver would break his neck. An Instant later an accident occurs In which this very thing happen*. At the dinner the Greedlngs meet Prof. Carlisle, Dan’s lather, and his daughter Mary Ann. Dr. Greeding la Intrigued by Mary Ann. who la a surgical nurse. Mrs. Greeding tells Prof. Carlisle about the destruction of the statuette and he Indicates It might have been caused by a "poltergeist,” a "racketing, mischievous spirit’' Dr. Greeding Induces Mary Ann to take a position In his office. Eventually be finds he loves her. Jerrell continues to see Nancy, whose love tor Dan Is un changed. The Greedlngs Invite the Car lisles to dinner. Dr. Greeding discusses with Prof. Carlisle the subject of “polter geists." the doctor telling of some of his own experiences, but attributing them to a friend. CHAPTER HI—Continued “That'* outside the bounds, of course,” he commented, not smil ing. “I wonder whether it is,” Doctor Greeding stubbornly demurred; and he said thoughtfully: “You know, the human body has an infi nite capacity to rise to emergencies. If a man loses sight, or hearing, his other senses - become more acute. If a vein is destroyed, even the Jugular, others take up the bur den. If fingers are amputated, the thumb redoubles its usefulness. Isn't it possible that in some cases, when a man approaches old age and the impairment of his muscular strength, he may by way of com pensation develop such a—power?” “Old men acquire wisdom,” the professor pointed out. "That is weapon enough!” "But in a primitive society,” Doc tor Greeding urged, "old men, when their increasing weakness made them a burden to the tribe, would have been eliminated, unless as their strength tailed they learned other ways to defend themselves. For instance, to imagine a wound, and have that wound appear—” And he said, his eyes gleaming strangely: "A man able to do that would be a dangerous enemy.”. Professor Carlisle said reflective ly: "I expect he would be more dangerous to himself than to others. The world seems to be organized lor the general rather than the in dividual benefit Probably some counter-force would arise to deal with him:” "Yet it's a fascinating thought” Doctor Greeding insisted. Professor Carlisle retorted grave ly: “I should be inclined to re mind such a man that he who eats with the devil will need a long spoon r Then was something monitory in his tone; the Doctor felt it, and sud denly wary, was silent Before he could speak again, Mrs. Greeding came to the door. “You two have been alone long enough,” she suggested. “Dan and Nancy have disappeared, and Mary Ann and I an talked dry. Pro lessor, I thought you might can tor bridge?” "By all means,” Professor Car lisle assented, and rose so quickly that Doctor Greeding suspected die other man was glad to see an end to this conversation. They settled at the t^ble In the other room, the Doctor and Mary Ann as partners. But almost at once the telephone rang, and Ruth came to call Doctor Greeding. When he returned, it was with apologies. “I'll have to break up the game,” he explained. “This is a call I can’t very well refuse. Up in Ken nebunk. An old friend, an emer gency." He looked at Mary Ann. smiled. ‘It’s a grand night tor a drive. Miss Carlisle,” he suggested. “But if you’d rather not-’’ •Til come, of course,” Mary Ann assented. “You will want the kit—" “We’ll stop by for it,” he said. mind. After ell, It’s my Job, you know!” “I don't know at all,” the older woman argued. On the surface there was in her words no more than solicitude for Mary Ann. “Surely your regular work is-—” But Doctor Greeding interrupted. “Tosh, Myra,” he said cheerfully. "A doctor’s work is never done; and a nurse is just as much abused as a doctor. Come, Mary Ann.” And Mrs. Greeding yielded, though reluctantly. So they were presently upon the road. , CHAPTER IT. There was In Doctor Greeding when he aet out tonight with Mary Ann a deep intoxication which he rigorously controlled. They took the roadster, and the top was down. Tbelqng miles unrolled in a ribbon before their wheels, and the night was Jeweled by the headlights of approaching cars. Apple orchards were bright with belated blossoms along the roadside, and the night was warm and fair. Doctor Greeding drove rapidly and surely, and Mary Ann slipped down low in the seat and relaxed there, her wrap loose about her shoulders, her hair flying in the breeze. He told her the nature of this summons. "The idiot is an old friend of mine, or I wouldn’t go,” he explained cheerfully. “Some one else could do it Just as well, or he could waft till tomorrow. But his wife is alarmed, wants me.” She nodded, and he said in amused irritation: "The visited us at the lake last summer. I told him then that this operation was inevitable. Tried to persuade him to take care of it; but he’s a headstrong old man." And he added after a little; "You and Dan must come up to the lake sometime. And your father. We’ve a' pleasant place there: an island of our own, a couple of good boats, tennis court, golf near by if you want it, target-shooting and so on." “I like tennis,” she confessed. "Dan and I often play.” She spoke sleepily, relaxed and at ease be side him. "We go up for all of August,” he remarked. "You can take your vacation at the same time.” “1 hardly rate a vacation so soon,” she demurred. “You’ve earned one,” he insisted. He added, as a saving phrase: "Mrs. Greeding will insist on your coming, I know.” He had, he reflected in a faint as tonishment been near forgetting that Myra would be at the island, had thought only at himself and this girl and Nancy and Dan. In sudden caution, he curbed his tongue, and they were silent for a while. Through Newburyport, and “That's Outside the Bounds, of Cooroe,” Ho Commented. Not Smiling, beyond, the road led smoothly on. They drove swiftly. Once ho thought oho slept, but when ho looked at her, aba waa watching him. Or rather her ayes swung to meet his. He had never felt so awake, so alive. Ho grudged the fact that they earns presently to their desti nation, and had a task to do; and ho attacked thia business in haste, eager to bo done and on tho road again with her; and Mary Ann be came an automaton, supplementing his own bands with hors, antici pating his least desire . An hour of this, like machines. Then low-toned conversation with tho Doctor, words of reassurance to the patient’s wife, instructions to the nurse. So toward two o’clock 1b tiie morning they »et out on the re turn to Cambridge. They had been urged to stay the night, but Doctor Oreeding would not ‘Tve five case* scheduled for the morning,” he explained. On the road again, Mary Ann •aid: “You might have been wiaer to »tay. There aren't five cases. There are only two, and Doctor Mayhew could do them." Doctor Greeding chuckled. “He ■hall,” he assented. “I intend to sleep till noon. But 1 wouldn’t miss this drive home with you.” “I expect a night's sleep would have done you more good,” she insisted, smiling as though his words were a jest. He shook his head, intoxicated, alive; and after a little, he began to talk. He was in a confidential mood; and he found himself telling her about Ira Jerrell and Nancy. “But don’t repeat this to Dan,” he warned her. “That brother of yours is so conscientious he might feel bound to step into the back ground and give Jerrell a clear field. I don’t want him to do thjit. I want Nancy to make up her $wn mind, rreely, Detween them./ “I know Dan feels he—isn’t good enough for Nancy,” she admitted, and added loyally: “Personally, I think she’s lucky to get him. Dan’s a peach!” She looked at him, sur prised. "But I didn’t know you knew about them?” she said. “I have Nancy’s confidence,” he retorted; and she nodded. He con tinued: “Did I take the right atti tude? Would you have said the same? Do you feel that—a girl makes a mistake to marry a man twenty years her senior?” She was silent for longer than he liked. He looked at her, smiling. “Tell the truth,” he Insisted. "Not If she loves him,” said Mary Ann at last She added, almost reluctantly: "Not if there is no reason why she shouldn’t love him.” And after a moment she re marked, half to herself: “Some times a giil is wiser to choose a proved man. Then she knows what she Is getting. Young men may change as they—mature.” He laughed in a sudden swift de light; but when she asked why he laughed, he would not tell her. Si lence embraced them again, draw ing them together; the car ran smoothly. The moon now was low; and Doctor Greeding’s eyes fixed upon the flowing road in a sort of fascination. He drove automatically, his thoughts elsewhere. It may have been that for a mo ment he slept But at a certain point where the road forked and their way lay to the left, he kept straight ahead; and where Just be yond the fork, this right-hand road turned, he did not turn. The car plunged through a shallow ditch and into the meadow beyond. His foot Jammed home oh the brakes, and he cams to a breathless stop, thrown forward against the wheel, Mary Ann in a heap on the floor of the car beside him. He was in dismay. "Are you hurt?” he exclaimed. ‘Tm sorry! I must have gone to sleep!” She scrambled up on the seat again. "I don't think so,” she de clared, laughing. “No, I seem to be all here. My eyes were dosed. I had no warning—" “I must have gone to sleep,” he repeated. She touched his hand, on the wheel. “You’re so desperately tired," she said gently. His Mood, at the touch of her fingers, raced through his veins. "Let me drive. I’m awake now.” He looked at her hand on his, at her. "I’m not tired," he said huski ly, breathlessly. She withdrew her hand, abrupt ly; but his eyes held hers. He thought that even In the moonlight he could see her cheeks flaming. Then she spoke defensively, laugh ing, her head high. "Give me the wheel," she insisted. "You men are all idiots—don’t know when you’re tired. Cornel" He did not trust his voice. With out speaking, he got out of the car end went around to take the other seat She backed into the road again. "Now shut your eyes and do go to sleep,” she commanded. He obeyed her; he did shut his eyes. But he did not sleep. It seemed to him he had never been so wide awake before. There may be in the mere circumstance of sharing together even a passing peril something mystic and compel ling in its effect on man and wom an. For a moment it might have happened that he and Mary Ann would die together; it seemed to him now that after that moment their two lives could never take completely separate ways again. But if Mary Ann had any such thought or feeling, she did not be tray it Somehow she found the proper road again; somehow she brought them back to Cambridge. For all that time A* neither spoke nor opened his eyes; but his thoughts were a millrace. Only when she stopped the car did he rouse from his abstraction. "Canryou manage the rest of the way alone?" she asked lightly then. “Or shall I take you home and tuck you in?" They were, he saw, at her fa ther’s door. "I can manage, of course,” he as sured her. She alighted; he got to the ground, and extended his Impulsively, he lifted her hand to hie lips; and then he (it the stas tied light in her eyes, and was quick with a word to make that gee ture meaningless. "Thle Is for a good Uttle girl." he said. "Good night!” She turned away, quickly, in something like flight—darted toward the house. He waited till she had disappeared, before driving on to ward his own home. The car he left at the side door. Upstairs, he undressed slowly, trying to face and measure this new passion in his life. When he came into the bedroom he and Mrs. Greedlng shared, gray dawn was in the windows. His wife roused sleep fly; her face was an unlovely mask of cosmetics, her hair awry. "Ned?” “Yes, Myra,” he said shortly. “What time Is it?” He protested irritably: “What difference does that make?” “It's ridiculous," she protested, "for you to be out all night You could have sent Doctor Mayhew!” He got into his own bed without replying. “I believe you like this sort of thing,” she asserted. "I declare, Cotton Sagged Steadily; Bat Dr. Greeding Continued to Bay. Ned, you ought to have some sense of your own position.” “Don’t talk, Myra," he -said sharply. “I’m dead tired. Let me sleep in the morning.” “It’s morning now,” she remind ed him. “And I sha’n’t close my eyes again, you may be sure of that Yqu might have some considera tion—” Her voice went on, un heard, till suddenly a word fixed his attention, “—and driving all over New England all night with Mary Ann I Is that necessary? Of course, I understand; but people are so ready to think and say un kind things about a girl who works—” He made no reply; but he was conscious at a rising tide of anger at her chidings. He checked and curbed his own wrath, startled, full of a quick and vivid terror, afraid of his own thoughts. He closed his ears to his wife’s words, found solace and content ment in remembering Mary Ann— whom incredibly, he lovedl Incredibly; and also with a great futility. Doctor Greeding was es sentially conventional, accepting the decent standards of his world, abiding by them. No matter what he might feel for Mary Ann, he would still cleave loyally to Myra, so long as they both should live. Or—so long as Myra should live! Thus insidiously, as be lay half dreaming, there crept into his thoughts a hideous possibility, one of those monstrous specters which need only to be recognized to be abhorred . . . Yet which, if a man contemplate them long enough, may cease to affright him, may come to wear an aspect treacherously beau tiful. Sometimes, in retrospect, It la posaible to say that on a certain day, or even at a certain hour, there occurred in an acquaintance a fundamental change; to recognize that he became from that moment another person, almost a stranger. There was this summer such a change in Doctor Greeding, but ev en those who knew him most inti mately were not afterward able to fix definitely its beginning. His wife’s death, it was sometimes sug gested. might have been the cause; but Mrs. Greeding had in fact her self remarked the difference in him, and had more than once spoken of it to Doctor Greeding himself, before she died. To each of the people who knew him best, this change presented it self in a different guise. Paul Mas ter, through whom Doctor Greeding made his occasional investments, saw it in the shape at a reckless turn to speculation. Doctor Greed ing had hi such matters always heretofore been willing to hear ad vice and to be guided by sane coun sels; but Associated Cottons was not the sort of security calculated to appeal to a conservative man. and Greeding had always been con servative. When during May and Arthur Brisbane, Editor, Dies at 72 Work Known to Millions; Column Popular in This Newspaper. New York, N. Y.—With the death of Arthur Brisbane Christmas morning, the world lost its most widely known and most widely read newspaper writer and editor. The veteran commentator, whose column “This Week” appeared regularly in this newspaper, died of heart dis ease while he slept. He was seventy-two. True to the Brisbane tradition, he kept up the terrific pace of his work to the last. When he was stricken late in the afternoon of Christmas eve he had almost finished his col umn, "Today,” which appeared in many large daily newspapers, prin cipally those of William Randolph Hearst's string. He was forced to call upon his son, Seward, 22, to complete It It was the first time in his life Arthur Brisbane had not finished what he had set out to write. Millions of Readers. It was only a few hours afterward Mr. Brisbane fell asleep in his Fifth avenue apartment At his bedside were his physicians. Dr. Leopold Stieglitz and Dr. Frederick Zeman, and a nurse. In the apartment his entire family had gathered — his ARTHUR BRISBANE wife, Mrs. Phoebe Brisbane, whom he had married in 1912; his son, Seward, and his four daughters, Mrs. J. R. K. McCrary, 22; Emily, 18; Alice, 14, and Elinor 12. The great editor never awakened. Probably no one knows how many millions of persons read Mr. Bris bane’s verse, analytical comments upon the news of the day. It is esti mated that 25 millions read his daily column. Additional millions followed with satisfaction the weekly column syndicated by Western Newspaper Union to this and many other lead ing weekly newspapers. . Mr. Brisbane was wealthy. It is reported that his yearly salary at the time of his death was $260,000. In addition, there was the return an his extensive real estate holdings. Arthur Brisbane was bom in Buf falo, N. Y„ in 1864. He attended the public schools and then, forsaking a college education, he became a re porter on the old New York Sun at 19. Yet his rise to the position he held in the world of journalism at the last was not the Horatio Alger type of success story, with glory crowning the hero after countless tear-jerking tribulations. 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The association with Hearst be came a life-long friendship, and Mr. Brisbane soon became regarded as next to Mr. Hearst in importance in the chain of newspapers. When he died, Mr. Hearst said: “I know that Arthur Brisbane was the greatest Journalist of his day.” It was Arthur Brisbane who was credited with bringing the trend of Crochet Tot Snug and Warm Three-Piece Set Pattern 1097 Miss Five-to-Twelve will be snug, warm and proud in a hand-crocheted cap, scarf, and muff-set of plain crochet, with picot-stitch trim. Pattern 1097 contains directions for making the set in 5 through 12 year size (all given in one pattern); il lustrations of it and of all stitches used; material require ments. Send 15 cents in stamps or coins (coins preferred) for this pattern to The Sewing Circle Needlecraft Dept., 82 Eighth Ave., New York, N. Y. Write plainly your name, ad dress and pattern number. 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