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THE E niMUfO IBTEK-0 "TTTtTBTD BARGAIN ty KATWMNb HMILANiyTAnQR , . RIOE tm ia iiwa.M I LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE Still Defiant By. HAROLD GRAY CHAPTER V iftar EUnor tad diiappetred in ,,i Marcia wondored about the fl ind wby ha wanted ber trip " town kept Mareta SS, hoped the youngster wasn't deemed to anything disagreeable. Staer w" " young- So much could 1, to ons who was so young, so Ira one was not ready for yet for rtlrh one was eager; Marcia closed ' ! for a little time. She drew deep breath. If Dlok ever knew, . would never forgive her Dick .ho was a fanatic about the truth. Elinor turned Into a side street that had onCB beon 'n ",Iey- ThB moist, chill of the day bad touched i. firiTs were deeper, cobbles slimy, noddies were ri" were printed the untidy habits of those who passed a bit of orange peeling floating here, there an en- If lOpe r dv- j'" - rr tmiiii.nr into which she turned Las old and marked by th hard - if hai Known. oiaim liiluu forward, their edges splintered. A woman pushed aside a bucket with out raising Mr neau us uuur i L i. irllnftr'a "Thank tou" made her look "P with du" nA wondering mrprise, i. kind of the third floor stair fclinor tapped upon a worn door. 'It's I, romp, sno uiu, rpHEBE wns the sound of someone 1 moving behind the closed door Ind a voice called, jubc a mo Lent!" An Instnnt later the door Ipened. ,., A young man suuu iubwe, miled at Elinor a trifle bitterly. "Bn Ly from a land of plenty!" he mut- ered. men, curnuiK osiue, ub auueu harsh, "(Jome in: "Hello. Philip." Elinor crossed the ,k...hoM. denressed. Her cousin, kilin Seston, was often so difficult. Philin's smallnoss and thinness were Imphosizcd by the robe he wore oro lis frayed doming. AX wns nui. inir if him to treat her as ho did, she new, but still Elinor loved mm. He ml been kind to her, a little girl .pending most of her time among ervants wno were not always una, minor moved across the shabby Httle room and dropped upon a couch Led covered with a soiled red blanket 1 brought the money all I could alee," she began. "All vou could raise?" be echoed. trowB liited upward, smiling unpieas-ntly. Elinor's chin set. "I've told you," Lhe confessed unsteadily, "a million times how it is 1 YFe keep up this ef fect on nothing. There are bills Lyerywhere 1" "Oh, yes. Waiting for the old lady lo die!" Elinor sagged back wearily. It waa hue In a way, but it waa not true Ejf her. "Philip," ' she appealed, "can't &ou be reasonable?" 'Look around you," he Invited bit terly, "and tell me whether you think these aurroundings encourage turning the other cheek!" She had no reason to look. She Imtw the room well Its appalling habbinesa and Open revelation of fcoverty. The effect was cruelly em- fcbasized by the silver-backed toilet filings that Miss Ella Sexton had riven her orphaned great-nephew when he lived in her home and be fore she had learned about his forg png her name on a check. Elinor watched Philip's nervous, lenderly effeminate hands roll a Wgaret He lit It, dropped to a chair facing her and studied her knlnlcally. I imagine you don't advertise your Malts here to our esteemed great aunt." h hazarded. Bow ran I with mother and father feeling at they do? I'm not alone, Phillip!" she protested. "Oh, I know!" he agreed, bis bit terness sinking. "And I know I'm a brut. I shouldn't be to you, the one of all by beloved relatives willing to acknowledge my existence!" Again he sneered. She opened her purse, saying, "Twenty dollars is all I could man age, Philip." He took the bills with a dissat isfied, ."Well", and a listless rise of the shoulders, folded them and slipped them Into a pocket. She sat, big, violet eyes cast down. She was always shamed by these transactions which turned him either debonair or petulant "How la your work going?" she asked. "My work!" he laughed unpleas antly. "I wish you could come down some night and see me banging on the tin-pan piano in that joint! Oc casionally somebody flings me a coin. Charming, Isn't it? If there is a hereafter," his voice grew violent and shrill, "the old lady is going to get some bell for having brought me up as she did and then sent me to this! He aat brooding, bis weak chin dropped and his pale blue eyes fixed unseeingly on a window which gave vision of the crowding, aoot-stained walls acrohs the way. Once more he had stepped back Into the old daya; riding with Miss Ella in the park; courted and flattered by other mem bers of the family who felt h would be Miss Ella's chief heir. Those days had been pleasant indeed, although he had rebelled against them at the time rebelled against being kept short of mony and always at the beck and call of an old lady who had not the slightest recognition of a young man's needs. Elinor, after glancing at an alarm clock on the bureau, rose. Philip went with her to the door. "Goodby, dear," he said, and kissed her. "Goodby. I'll come next week If I can." "Plena do!" Mieri her down the dark. urimv atnlrR. Rhe was Browing love lier each day. Her mother, of course, was doing her best to conceal tne tact by choosing the wrong clothes for her; stiff, ugly things tnat never nmiM helon? to Elinor, but she was beautiful in spite of them. Her lot nf mi tnn 0arv either, and probably it would grow worse. Elinor waa a little Tool aDout managing, or rather about her inability to manage. Rli Mond brows drew close as he turned eealn into his room. If she married well, as a girl of Ber at frnffona omilrl. xhe would be able to .in muMi tnv him and she was not the sort to forget early days nor kindnesses during her cniidnooo. Elinor hailed a bus, boarded it and settled down to ride uptown. The visits to Philip always depressed her. In an hour he would begin pounding a nfnnA In hfin Cftfe. At th 8Sm moment she, her mother, and the other relatives would oegin dressing for dinner. Philip was weak but he had never been helped to gain any strength. Not like Mr. Barrett Ool vin, she mused, whose muscles would have grown stronger If circumstances pushed him down but of course he waa exceptional. She remembered with gentle amusement her little girl adoration of him. Without amusement she realized that, at see ing him again, the feeling had crept back to sweep over her in full force. He was not exactly handsome, but so fine-looking. Perhaps she would meet him at Aunt Ella's. 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