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Tlic clock ncrois tlic liall struck
two. Hilly Truvers slid down off
the billlnrtl tnblc, yawned, nnd
moved toward tlic door.
"Dott't ko," snid the man in the
armchair by the fire. "I wtisjust
KoltiB I" tU ' Htory."
Jlllly stood it resolute. "If it's a
story of the Wait," 1m said, "I'll
Ixi hanged if I want to lioar i(;
you"
"Tliurc's no locnl color about it,"
nuswurud the othui man.
"I wunt to ko t Iwl," sighed
Hilly. "Hut I'll listen. Go nlicnd."
The other man bqjun:
"There whs, once upon a time, a
j;Irl who wai about to be married.
We will iiMitme tlmt her fiance cu
Kiu;c(l home of her attention, and
the riwt of It was given so entirely
to her trousseau tlmt she found hIic
had not one spare moment wherein
to acknowledge the julej-sKon's
and ten-Ntrnincrs which came ixur
hiK in nxi her. So slicsummoued
to lier side a friond of whose devo
tion and orthography she enter
tulnod no doubt, and said: 'You
promised to help me if you could; I
want you to thank the.se people for
the things they have sent. Just
sny to each that I'll use her lovely
present every day, and always think
of the giver every time I do. Make
the writing look as much like mine
as you can, and remember that I
call Mil the girls by their first names,
and almost all the men.' "
"I Mtc the plot." iutcrjwscd Hilly;
"she didn't put a Mr. to your
name."
"There was a man," continued
the story-teller, "who had indulged
in a bit of .sentiment with the pros
pective bride before ho went out
West. So, on receipt of her wed
ding invitation, he bought her a
little gift; and finding at the jewel
lcr's that he had no enrte dc visile
with him he w.rote tiQti a blank
card, 'With all the good wishes of
Kruneit. MurMoii,' and below it, his
addretw.
"j wuk Injor he received 'a note
' which ntu something liko this:
'Your fish-Ket, dcftrettt I'mticis, U h
gem. When you're a bride your
self, you will know how nice it is to
l)e runitttubered by one's friuuds. atj
.such a time. I wish you could sac
my trousseau. I luive n pink sole
dc Japou and a white wnu deCyuge
which are perfect, and my lmtys are
all from l'arls.
" 'With lots of love and thanks,
Hlauche.' The note was directed,
ofdqureo, to1 Miss' l'nmcis Mars
ton." i
"Thtf plot thickens," murmured
Hilly. "I. susjMJct tha( the young
lady did not know tliiit'.only a male
Prancta' is spelt with ati i."
"Well, the man's curloalty wan
aroused," went on' the other man,
"and liu wrote Hlauche for an ex
planation. After a- considerable
time it came. ''She hiulbcoii so
busy; would he forgive her? Hur
dear friend Courtenny Wentworth
had written the note.' Now in the
breast pocket of a certain blue coat
of the man's was a picture of two
girls, on the back of which was
written, 'fifaiiolio qiiid Courlenay.'
The ihc which was not Hluuchu's
was a Ktrildugly beautiful one, and
although the man had not deemed
it profitable- to ask any questions
concerning it at the time when it
was given to him. he had not in
frequently caught himself studying
it attentively. Ho extracted it now
from the pocket of the blue coat,
and after a careful survey of it eyes
and mouth, he wrottt to Hlauche
again.- lie would like, he said, to
thank Mier deal i'rieml Courtney
Wtntworth' for tbe note, 'which
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Would Hlauohe send him the ad
dress? Hlauche did send him the
nddrffcs, with no edmment whatso
ever, and, smiling n little at the
jealousy of women, he sat down to
write to Miss Wentworth."
"Did he lull her he was u man?"
asked Hilly "because "
"Certainly not. He told her, In
fact, that he was a girl one whose
health had necessitated her coming
West, where she found herself often
very lonely and homesick.
"He thanked her for the note,"
continued the other man, "and said
that he had often heard Hlauche
sponk of her. He had, in fact, he
said, a picture which Hlauche had
given him of 'Courtenay' and her
self, so that her face, ulso, was not
unfamiliar.
"And then he said that since
Miss Wentworth had been kind
enough to write- to him once, he
wondered if she would be good
enough to Mind him a few details of
Hlauche's wedding. He was so in
terested, he said. And then he ad
ded that he was hers, very sincere
ly, Prances Marstou, The Frances
he was careful to spell with an c.
"Well, an answer came very
shortly, and while lie did not per
fectly understand the description of
the bridesmaids' dresses, nor take
any very considerable interest in
Hlauche's prc-nuptial emotions, the
charming Helvetic, the bright girl
iilincss of the letter hinted at a
character so entirely in keeping
with Miss Wentworth's face that he
that is, he began to "
"Uxactly," said Hilly. "Go on."
"He acknowledged the letter, of
course," the other man resumed,
"and with the acknowledgment he
Mint some pictures of Pike's Peak at
sunrise, which he hocd might be
of interest to Miss Wentworth.
"They proved of great interest to
.Miss-, Wentworth, and -after saying
so, she confided that it had given
her much pleasure to brighten, for
ever so short tt time, Miss Mnrston s
exile from the ICnst, and if there
were any other items about friends
in New York which Miss Mnrston
would care to hear, she wold Ic so
glad to hond them to her."
"What a kind heart she hail."
murmured Hilly. "I dare say. she
had been crowed in love."
"Well, after that It was plain
sailing. She not only answered his
letters, but she answered promptly
and at length, and because her own
were so kind, and sympathetic) and
sweet, and clever, he came grad
ually to consider them the principal
things in his life. He learned from
lier letters that she was forced by
her family to lead a worldly life,
and, rather than disappoint or hurt
theui, situ would attend a tiresome
round' of dinners and balls, while
she yearned with her whole heart
to be of some use in the world.
"He used to sit for hcAirs in the
evening with her picture before
him," went on the man, "wonder
ing how she would look saying cer
tain things. And he used to imag
ine her drusscd in certain drcsot.
lie waH sure that she wore gray-
soft, clinging gruy wUli a lot of
little rulljus at the. bottom of the
skirt, and some whltu things at the
waist. And in the evening hu was
convinced she wore black.
"At last the man got a letter say
ing Miss Wuutwortli's mother was
very ill, and Miss Wentworth was
beside herself with grief. Then he
knew tlmt Miss Marston must die,
since it was clearly impossible for
her to be as sympathetic, in Den
ver, as Mr. Marstou could be in
New York, So he wrote to Miss
Wentworth, saying he was coming
Kast, and hoping that her mother's
illness would not prevent her from
seeing one w'hoge heat acheirto
express 'its sympathy. Miss Went
worth replied that her mother's ill
ness would only prevent her from
receiving Mtss Marston in her own
i iiimw ii i i rTi" - - ii -t i i- ii r
house, but If Miss Marston would
lunch with her at? the Astoria she
would certainly"' not neglect this
chance of meeting' her,
"Well, the mart packed up his
suit-case, and went to New York.
He had planned a great many
speeches about his being n man,
and her being (good enough to for
give him, but when he stood before
the door of the private pat lor to
which he had been shown, he felt
suddenly that his'snek-suit was an
insult which no words of his could
excuse.
"He tried to imagine how a per
son would feel who, expecting to
meet a rather slim, haughty girl,
found herself confronted by a rather
big, humble man. lie tried also to
remember that his letters had al
ways been discreet and ladylike,
and that it was all her fault, any
way; andjwhen he found that he
could do none of these things, he
lifted the curtains and went in.
"In the center of the room, fac
ing the door, stood a man.
' 'This room is engaged," he
said, quickly.
" 'I understood,' said the man
who was not Miss Marston, some
what taken aback, 'that it was en
gaged by by a lady.'
" 'To a certain extent t is, an
swered the other man. 'It is en
gaged by a Miss Courtenay Went
worth.' "Then the man who was not
Miss Marston began dimly to guess
at things.
" 'If you are' her brother,' he
said, 'and she's found out I'm a
man and is angry', won't you say so
at once, please?'"
" 'I am nobody's brother,' said
the man who waV not Miss Went
worth. 'My name happens to be
Courtenay Wentworth. What are
you talking about?' "
"And the plctiire?" asked Jlilly.
"Was the JJlctV'of S jjirlnanicd
courtenay
tenay Higgs, whp had nothing
ivcrlo do' wfth 'the "case "
whatev
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has a phonograph that sings a
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