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▲ ellent-footed figure In a uuraa’a
uniform emerged from the dining room,
and ber first expression of relief at
algbt of Bob changed swiftly to a stare
of startled wonderment Bob was not
too drunk to rend the half-spoken pro-
test on her lips. Then be heard his
wife calling him, and realized that
somehow she knew of bis coming. At
the sound of her voice, strangely
throaty and hoarse from pain, the
strength ran out of his body. The
doctor beard him fumbling at the bed-
room door und admitted him; then a
“She Sent Me Away,” He Whispered.
• ft
low, aching cry of disappointment
sounded, and Adoree Demurest hewed
her head upon her arms.
When Hob groped his way back Into
the living room his look was ghastly:
his fa«e was damp; his eyes were d^|W
perate.
“She seut me away,” he whispered.
"Poor thing!” He winced at Ado
ree’s tone. “God! I heard her when
she saw you. I wonder If you real-
Ima—” •-
“Oh, yes,” he nodded, slowly. “I
don’t get drunk all over, like most men.
I’m afraid I’ll never forget that cry.”
Be was trembling, and Ills terror wait
so pitiful that Adoree laid a compos
slouate hand upon bis shoulder:
"Don’t let go, Bob. Hold you*
thoughts steady and sober up. We
must alj help.”
Darkness found Bob huddled In his
chair, fighting for his senses, but as
the liquor died In him terrible fancies
came to life. A frightened maid began
preparation! for his dinner, but he
ordered her away. Then when ahe
brought him a tray, anger at the
thought that bla own comfort should
be considered of consequence made
him refuse to touch It.
A^ length his Inactivity became un-
bearable, and, feeling the desperate
need of sane counsel, he telephoned
John Merkle. Hob was too deeply agi-
tated to more than note the banker’s
statement that Mr. and Mra. Hannibal
Whartou were lu the city, but, recall-
ing It later, he experienced a stab of
regret that bla mother was not here to
comfort Lorelei In the first great crisis
of her womanhood. It had-been Lore-
lei's wish that her own mother be kept
In Ignorance of the truth, and now,
therefore, the girl had no one to lenn
npon except an unpractical stage
woman—and a drunken husband. In
Rob’s mind the pity of It grew aa the
time crept on.
But Adoree Dernorest waa wonder-
ful. Despite her Inexperience, she was
calm, capable, sympathetfc, and, best
of all, her normality afforded a sup-
port upon which both the husband and
the wife could rest. When she finally
made herself ready for the street Bob
cried piteously:
“You’re not going to leave us?”
“I must. It's nearly theater-time,”
she told him. “It’s one of tba penal-
ties of tills business that nothing must
bold, the curtain; but I'll be back the
minute the show is over.
“Lorelei needs you.”
Adoree nodded; per eyes met Bob’s
squarely, and he saw that they were
wet. Iler face was tender, and she
appeared very simple and womanly at
this moment. Her absurd tlieatrlcnl-
Ism was gone; she was a natural, unaf-
fected young woman.
"I wish I could do something to
help,” wearily continued Bob, but
Adoree shook her head so violently that
the barbaric beaded festoon beneath
her cbln clicked and- rhttled.
"8he knows you’re close by; that's
enough. This Is a poor time to preach,
but—It seems to me If you’ve got a bit
ttt real manhood in yoi, Rob, you’ll
never drink agHln. The shock of see-
ing you like this—when she needed
you—didn’t help her any.”
“I know! I know!” The words were
wrung from him like a groan. "But
the thing Is bigger and stronger than
I am. It takes both of us together to
fight It. If she should—leave me, I’d
never pull through and—I wouldn't
Want to.”
Navar until ahe left Lorelei's bouse
and turned toward the white lights of
Broadway did Adoree Dernorest fully
realise whither her theatrical career
had carried ber. Adoree knew herself
to be pure. But the world considered
ber evil, aud art 'n Ita eyea ahe would
remain. At thb aoment she would
eladbr have chansed places with that
obn Merkle bad never loet Internet
In Lorelei, nor forgotten ber refuel
of Me well-meant offer of aeetetence.
U pleaned him to road Into bar char-
acter beauties and nobllltlas of which
lbs was utterly unconscious If not ac-
tually devoid. Boon after bla talk with
Bob be telephoned Hannibal Wharton,
making known the eltnatlon In the
moat disagreeable end biting manner
of which be wan capable. Strange to
•ay, Wharton heard him through, then
thanked him before ringing off .
When Hannibal had repeated the
news to hie wife, ahe moved slowly to
a window and stofid there etartug down
Into the glittering chsem of Fifth ave-
nue. Bob’* mother wee a frail, erect,
Impassive woman, wearied aud sad-
dened with the weight of her husband s
millions. There had been a time when
society knew ber, but of late years
she saw few people, and her name waa
leldom mentioned except In connection
with her benefactions. Hannibal Whar-
ton was serenely c msdoua of ber com-
plete accord with his every action, and
lu reporting Merkle’s conversation be
spoke musingly, as a man speaks to
himself.
“John loves to be caustic; he likes
to vocalize bla dyspepsia,” the old man
muttered. Mra. Wharton did not ztlr;
there was something uncompromising
In the rigid lines of her back and in
ber stiffly poised bead. "People of her
kind always have children,” he con-
tinued, “nnd that’s what I told Bob. I
told him he waa laying up trouble for
himself.”
"Bob had more to him than we
thought,” Irrelevantly murmured the
mother.
“More than we thought?” Hanni-
bal shook bis heed. “Not more than
I thought. I knew he had It In him:
you were the one—”
“No, no! We both doubted. Perhaps
this girl read him,”
"Sure ahe read him I” snorted the
father. “She read his bank book. But
I fooled her.”
“Do you remember when Bob was
born? The doctors thought—”
“Of course I remember!” her hus
band broke In. ‘‘Those doctors sartd
you’d never come through it.”
"Yea; I wasn’t strong.”
“But you did. I waa with you. I-
fought for you. I wouldn’t let you die
Remember It?” The speaker moistened
bis lips. “Why, I never forgot."
“Bob Is experiencing something like
that tonight”
Hannibal started, then be fumbled
uncertainly for a cigar. When he had
It lighted he said, gruffly, “Well, II
made a man of me; I hope It’ll helf
Bob.” .
Still staring out across the glowing
lights and the mysterious, Inky blob
that lay below her Mrs. Wharton wenl
on: "You are thinking only of Bob, bul
Put Blinking of her, too. &be Is offer-
ing her life for th« life of a little chlldj
Just as I offered mine.” I
There was a silence, then Hannibal,
looked up to find his wife standing
over him, with face strangely humble.
Her eyes were appealing, her frail fig-
ure was shaking wretchedly.
“My dear!” he cried, rising.
“I can’t keep it up, Hannibal. I
can't pretend any longer. It’s Bob’s
baby and It’s ours—’’ Disregarding
his deulnl, she ran on. swiftly: "You
can't understand, but I'm lonely, Han-
nibal, terribly lonely and sad. Bob
grew up nnd went nway, and all we
had left was money. The dollars piled
up; year by year they grew heavier
and heavier until they squeezed our
lives dry and crowded out everything.
They even crowded out our son and—
spoiled him. They made you Into e
stone man; they came between me and
the people and the things I loved: they
walled me off from the world. My life
Is empty—empty. I want to mother
something.”
Ilannltml Inquired, hoarsely: “Not
this baby, surely? Not th..t woman’s
child?”
“It’a Bob’s baby and ours.”
He looked down at her qneerly for a
moment. “The breed Is rotten. If he
had married a decent girt—”
"John Merkle says she Is splendid.”
“How do you know?”
"I have tAlked with him. I have
learned whatever I could about her,
wherever I could, and It’s all good.
After all, Bob loves her, and Isn’t that
enough ?”
"But she doesn't love him,” stormed
the father. “She said she didn't. She
wants bis money, and she thinks ahe'll
get It this way.”
“Do you think money can pay her for
whnt she Is enduring at this minute?
She’s frightened. Just as I was fright-
ened when Bob was born. She's sick
aud suffering. But do you think all
our dollars could buy thnt child from
ber? Money hns made us hard, Hanni-
bal; let’s—be different.”
“I’m afraid we hnve put It off too
long," ho answered, slowly. “She
won’t forgive us, and I’m not sure I
want her to.”
“Bob's In trouble. Won’t yon go to
him?”
Hannibal Wharton opened bis lips,
closed them; then, tnking his hat and
coat, be left the room.
But as the old man went uptown
his nerve failed him., He was fixed in
bis ways, he had a blind faith In bis
own Infallibility. Twice he rode up
In the elevator to his son's door, twice
he rode down again. Hannibal settled
himself to wait.
During the chill, still hours after the
city bad gone to rest an automobile
drew up to the apartment bouse; when
Its expected passenger emerged from
the building a grlm-faced stranger In
a greatcoat accosted him. One glance
challenged the physician’s attention,
and he answered:
"Yes, It's all over. A boy.” \
“And—Mrs. Wharton, the mother?”
"Youth is a wonderful thing, and
ibe has everything to live for. She Is
doing as well as could be expected.
You're a relative, I presume?”
The old man hesitated, then his
voice came boldly. "Yea, I’m her fa-
ther."
When the doctor had driven away
Hannibal strode Into the building and
telephoned to the Waldorf, but now bla
words were short and oddly broken.
Nevertheless they brought a light of
gladness to the eyes of the woman who
bad waited all these hours.
her awn door early that morning,
time lacked perhaps an hoar of
the etreet outside and the
Itself waa silent, yet Bom
parlor Issued the sound of light lingers
upon piano keys. Adoree entered, to
find Campbell Pope, with collar ’'we-
ened end heir on end, eeeted at the In-
strument. The air within the room
waa blue and reeking with the odor
of stale tobaeeo smoke, and the aeh
receiver at hi* elbow was plied high
with burnt offerings.
Pope rose at A do ree’s entrance, eglbg
ler anxiously. "Is everything all right?”
le cried.
"le what all rightr
“The—ea—Lorelle.”
"Oh, yes! What are you doing hers?"
"I suppose I must apologise. You
tee, I came here to wait and—and
kelp.”
“You decided to—help?" Adoree
eyed the disheveled musician qneerly.
“You’ve helped to break my lease—
I’ll be thrown out of this house sure.”
Pope stammered, guiltily, "I waa
playing for Bob and Lorelei.”
With one glove half off,.Adoree slow-
ly seated herself, showing In her face
an amazement that Increased the
man’s embarrassment. Pope took a
deeper breath, then burst out:
“Oh, I have a slzty horse power
Imagination, and It seems to me that
music la a sort of—prayer; anyhow. It’s
the only way I know of praying. Good
music la divine language. In my own
way I was sort of praying for those
two children. Foolish, Isn’t It? I’m
sorry I told yon. -It sounds nutty to
me when 1 stop to consider it.” Pope
stirred uneasily under Adoree’s gravely
speculative eyes. “Lorelei’s all right?”
Adoree nodded. "It’s a boy.” There
was a moment of alienee. “Did you
ever see a brand-new baby?”
“Murder, no!”
Mlsa Demoreet’s gaze remained bent
upon Pope, but It waa focused upon
great distances; her voice when she
spoke was hushed aud awe-stricken.
“Neither did I until this one. I held It!
1 held it In my arms. Oh—I was fright-
ened, and yet I gpemed to know Juat
what to do and—and everything. II
was strange. It hurt me terribly, for.
CHAPTffR XXVI.
Adoree Demoreet still In ber glitter
■ <>u see, I didn’t know what babies
meant until tonight. Now I know."
Pope snw the shining eyes suddenly
fill and threaten to overflow; Instead
of the grotesquely overdressed and ar-
tificial stage favorite he beheld only
* yearning wornnn whose face was sof-
tened and glorified ns by n vision.
"I didn’t know you cared for chil-
dren."
Adoree shrugged; the beads at her
throaix-llcked barbarously. "Neither
did* I, but I suppose every woman does
If she only knew It. Tonight I began
to understand what this ache Inside of
me means.” Her gaze came back and
centered upon Ills face, but It was
frightened and panic-stricken. “I’ve
sacrificed m.v right to children.”
“How can you say-—”
"Oh, you know It aa well as I dor*
A flush wavered In the speaker’s
cheeks, then fled, leaving her white and
Weary. “You, of all men, must under-
stand. I’m notorious. I’m a painted
woman, a wicked woman—the wicked-
est woman in the land—and that -repu-
tation will live In spite of anything I
can do.” She began to cry now In a
way strange to Pope's experience.
Pope’s habitual restraint all at once
gave way. “Nonsense!” he exploded.
“The thing that counts Is what you
are, not what you seem to be. I know
the truth.”
Now there wns nothing sufficiently
significant ubout these words to bring
a light of wonderment and gladness to
the girl's face, buf her tears -ceased as
abruptly as they had commenced, and
noting the slowly growing radiance of
her expression, Campbell was stricken
dumb with fright at the possible conse-
quences of temerity. The knowledge
of Ids shortcomings robl>e<l him of con-
fidence and helped to confuse him.
Adoree rose. For a moment she
stood looking at him with a peculiar,
tender smile, then took him by the
lapels of his shapeless coat and drew
his tliln face down to hers.
“I’m not going to let you back out,”
she declared, firmly. “You asked me,
didn’t you?”
“Adoree! No, no! Think what you
are doing,” he cried, sharply.
Rut she continued to smile up Into
his eyes with a gladness that intoxi-
cated him.
She snuggled closer to him, murmur-
ing, cozlly: "I don’t want to think—
we’ll have plenty of time to think
when we’re too old to talk. Now, I Just
want to love you as hard as you have
been loving me for the last six
months.”
• '••••••
To nil young fathers there comes s
certain readjustment of values. To
Bob, who had nlways led a selfish,
thoughtless existence, It wns nt first
bewildering to discover that his place
at the head of his household hud been
usurped by another. Heretofore he had
always been of supreme domestic Im-
portance, but now the order of things
was completely reversed. If not hope-
lessly jumbled. First 111 consequence
came this new person, tiny aud vastly
tyrannical because of Its helplessness.
Bienr the nurse, an awesome person—a
sort of oracle and regent combined—
who ruled In the name nnd stead of the
new heir. Lorelei herself occupied no
mean station In the new scheme, for at
least she shared the confidence of the
nurse and the doctor, and ranked
above the cook and the housemaid, buj
not so Bob. ’Somewhere at the foot ol
the list he found bla own true place.
Now, strange to say, this novel ar
rnngement was extremely agreeable to
the deposed ruler. Bob took a shame-
less delight In doing menial service;
to fetch and to carry for all hands filled
him wIBi Joy. But once outside of the
premises be reasserted himself, nnd bis
Importance grew as gaa expands. Be
fore long bis Intimate frlenda began to
avoid him like a plague. It was his
partner, Kurtz, who finally dubbed
him “The pestilence that talketh in’
darkness and the d attraction that
waateth our noondays.”
One day, after Bob had acquired anf-
flclent confidence in himself and In the
baby to handle It without anxiety to
the nuree, be begged permission to
show It to the hallman downstairs. He
returned greatly elated,explaining
that the attendant, who Md some lm-
pofaiplg .number of. beblee of bla own
Stupendous Rtemoval
Sale of Standard Pianos
^ •
The spirit of the Holiday Season already is prompting the wise ones to cast about for something
of real worth to make presents of when the season arrives. That’s Preparedness. Because of
our early removal from temporary quarters on Grand Avenue to the building on So. Wall Street,
recently occupied by Crook-Record Co., as a temporary home, we have advanced the date of our
Annual Sale of Pianos at reduced prices. It began Saturday, November 18th, and Is to continue
unll Saturday, December 2nd, inclusive. That’s Preparedness, too.
We must dispose of several pianos at low-cut prices, first, to keep In good standing with our
large territory of good friends; second, In order to prepare floor space for several car loads of
pianos, vlctrolas, etc., which we will soon receive. Our entire stock of High Grade Pianos—sev-
enty In all —Included In this sale. There are also twenty-five good high grade used pianos, bought
by us at very low prices. They are Kimballs, Briggs, Schiller and Pools—and offered In this sale
at prices which range from $65.00 up. ::::::::::::
Player Pianos, New, . . $375 and Up
Grand Pianos, New, . . $565 and Up
Upright Pianos, New,
Good Organs, . .
.. $165 and Up
. $22.00 and Up
MANY OF THESE CAN BE BOUGHT ON TERMS ----AS LOW
AS $5.00 PER MONTH.
/
Every—
Piano
and
Organ
In Stock Goes In this
Salt., Positively
Nothing Reserved.
Each Instrument
Sold under a Posi-
tive Guarantee.
Remember, this Big
Reduction Sale
serves also as Our
Usual Holiday Sale.
Take advantage of
the opportunity to
secure your selec-
tions early.
Buy now for deliv-
ery on any future
date you may desig-
nate.
HENRY P. MAYER MUSIC HOUSE
Paris, -
- 70 Grand Avenue -
- Texas
ami migut tnercrorc De conside.-ed an
authority, declared this one to be the
finest he bad ever beheld. Oddly
enough, this praise delighted Bob oat
of all reason. He remained In a state
of suppressed excitement all that day,
and on the followtug afternoon he
again kidnaped the child for a second
exhibition. It seemed that the Infant’s
ffme spread rapidly, for soon the ten-
ants oY^icIghborlng apartments began
to clniudk for a sight of It, and Bob
was only too eager to gratify them.
Kvery afternoon he took his son down-
stairs with him, until finally Lorelei
checked him hh he was going out.
“Bob, dear,” she said, with the faint-
est shadow of a smile. “I don’t think
It’s good for him to go out so often.
Why don't you ask your father and
mother to come up?”
Wharton flushed, then be stam-
mered, “I—what mnkea yon—er—
Blink—"
“Why, I guessed 1^ the very first
day.” Lorelei's smile saddened. “They
needn't see me, you know."
Bob laid the child back In Its bed.
“But that's Juat what they want. They
want to see you. ouly I wouldn't let
you be bothered. They’re perfectly
foolish over the kid; mother crlea, and
father—but Just wait.” He rushed oat
of the room, and In a few moments r*-
tnrned with his parents.
Hannibal Wharton waa deeply em-
barrassed, but bis wife went straight
to Lorelei nnd. bending over her chair,
placed a kiss upon her lips. “There,”
ssbl she. “When you are stronger I’m
going to apologize for the way we’ve
treated you. We'rs old people. We’re
eel fish and suspicious and unreason-
able, but we’re not entirely Inhuman,
Yon won't bo too hard on ns. will
you ?”
The old lady's eyes were Shining, the
palms which were clasped over Lore-
lei’s hand were hot and tremulous. The
look of hungry yearning that greeted
the elder woman's words was ample
answer, nnd with a little choking cry
she gathered the weak figure into ber
arma and thrilled ns she felt the amber
bead upon her breast.
Hannibal trumpeted Into his hand
kerchief, then cleared his throat pre-
nionltorily, but Bob forestalled him
with a happy laugh. “Don't hold any
post-mortems, dad. Lorelei knows
everything you Intend to say."
"I’m blamed If she does,” rumbled
the old man, “because I don’t know
myself. I'm not much on apologies; I
can iase em, but I can’t make ’em."
His voice rose sternly: “Young lady,
the night that baby wns born I stood
outside this house for hours because I
wns afraid to come tn. And my feet
hurt like the devil, too. T wouldn't
lose that much sleep for the whole ateel
trust; but I didn’t dare go back to the
hotel, for mother was waiting, and I
wns afraid of her, too. I don’t Intend
to go through another night like that”
Bob’s mother turned to her son. say-
ing: "She la beautiful, and she la
good. too. Anybody can see that We
couTa love ber for what ahe baa done
for yon, if for nothing else.”
"Well. I abonld say ao,” proudly
vaunted the son. “She took a chance
when aha didn’t erre tor me. and ahe
made mo into j fegular fellow. Why.
Jim iim
"You Won’t Bo Too Hard on Us, Will
Your*
she reformed me rrom the ground up.
I’ve sworn off every blessed thing I
used to do.”
"Including drinking?" gruffly queried
the father.
“Yes.”
Lorelei smiled her slow, reluctant
simile at the visitors, and her voice was
gentle ns she said: “He thinks be hns.
but It’s hard to stop entirely, and you
mustn't blame him if he forgets him-
self occasionally. You see. drinking It
mostly a matter of temperament, aftet
all. Bi he Is doing splendidly, and
some day perhaps—”
They nodded underatnndlngly.
“You’ll try to like us, won’t you, fo«
Rob’s sake?” pleaded the old lady,
timidly.
“I Intend to love you both very dear-
ly.” shyly returned the girl, and, notlni
the light In Lorelei's face, Bob Whar
ton was satisfied.
Restraint vanished swiftly under th«
old couple's evident determination tc
make amends, but after they had gone
Lorelei became ao pensive that. Bob
said, anxiously, “I hope yoi weren’t
polite to them merely for my sake.”
Lorelei shook her head. “No.. I Wni
only thinking— Do you realize thal
none of my own people hnve been tc
see me? TJiat I fcnven’t had a single
word from uny of them?”
Bob stirred uncomfortably; he start
ed to speak, then checked himself nt
she went on, not without some effort
“I'm going to say'something unpleas
ant, but I think you ought to know It
When they learn that your parent'
have taken me In nnd made up with u>
they’re going to nsk me for niouey. I Ft
« terrible thlug to nay, but It’s true.”
“Do yon want to see them? Do you
want them to see the Imby?”
"N-no!” Lorelei was pale «• sb<
us de answer. "Not after all that bat
:>n*sed.”
B5b ^eaved a graterui sign.'*'-!'®
glnd. They won’t trouble you any
more.”
“Why? What—” *
^jj’ve been waiting nntll you-were
^HKng to tell you: I’ve noticed how
NFlr silence hurt you, but—It’s my
fault thnt they haven’t been here. I
sent them away.”
“You sent them away?”
“Yes. I fixed them with money and
—they're happy Trt last. There’s consid-
erable to tell. Jim got Into trouble
with the police nnd finally sent for me.
He told rue everything and—It wasn’t
pretty: I'd rather not repent all be sohl,
but it opened my eyes and showed me
why they brought you here, how they
put you on the auction block, and bow
they cried for bids. He told me things
you know nothing about and could
never guess. When be bad finished I
thanked God that they bad flung you
Into my arms Instead of—some other
man's. It’s a miracle that yon weren’t
sacrificed utterly.” ,
“Where Is Jim now?"
“Somewhere In the boundless West.
He gnve me his promise to reform.”
“He never will."
“Of course not, and I don’t expect It
of him. You see, I know bow bard It
Is to reform."
“But mother and father?”
“I’m coming to them. My dad came
around Bie day after our baby waa
born and shook hands. He wanted to
stamp right In here and tell you what
a fool he had made of hlmaelf, but I
wouldn’t stAnd for It Finally, when
he snw the kid, he blew up entirely,
nnd right aWsy proposed breaking
ground for a Jasper palace for the
youngster. He wanted to 'build It In
Pittsburgh where he could run In, go-
ing to nnd from business. Mother was
Just as foolish, too. Well, when I had
had my little understanding with Jim
nnd learned the whole truth about your
people 1 realized that no matter where
we went they would be a constant
menace to our happiness unless they
were provided for. It struck me that
you had made a game fight for happl
ness, nnd I couldn't stand for any-
thing to spoil It at the last minute. I
went to mother and told her the facte,
and she seemed to understand as well
as I how you must feel lu spite of all
they bad done, so we shook down the
governor for nn endowment.”
“Bob! What do you menu?” Lorelei
faltered In bewilderment. •
"We asked biro for a hundred thou-
sand dollars nnd got It”
Lorelei gasped.
“He bellowed like a bull, he spat
poison like a cobra, he writhed like e
bucket of eels, hut we put It over.”
“A hundred thousand dollars!” whis-
pered the wife.
"To n penny. And It’e In the hank to
your credit. But I didn’t stop there.”
Bob's voice hardened. "I went to yeur
mother and In your name I promised
her the Income from It no long, and
ouly ao long, ns she and Peter stayed
sway from you. Khe accepted—rather
greedily, I thought—and they have
gone back to Vale. They have your
old house, and I hare their promise
never to see yon except npon poor Invi-
tation. Of course yon Can go to them
whenever yon wish, but—they’re
t.sppy, and I think wq jvtll be happier
wiru tnem in vale man til new ion.
I hope you don’t object to my arrange-
ment.”
There wns a long silence, then Lore-
lei sighed. “You are a very good man.
Bob. It was my dream to do some-
thing of this sort, but I could never
lave done It so well.”
Her huslmuil bent and kissed ber
tenderly. “It wasn’t all my doings; I
had help. ,And you mustn't feel and.
for something tells me you're going to
learn flnully the meaning of a real
mother's love.”
“Yes—yes!” The answer came
Irenmily. then ns a fretful complaint
Issued from the crib at her side Lore-
lei leaned forward and swiftly gath-
ered Bie baby Into her arms.
“Is be sick?” Bob quesUoned, In
Harm.
“No, silly. He’s only hungry.”
There In the gathering dusk Bob
Wlmrton looked on at a sight that
aever failed to thrill him strangely. In
bla wife's face was a beautiful con-
tent, and It seemed to him fitting In-
deed that this country girl who had
route to the city In quest of life should
end her search thus, with a baby at
ber breast.
(TUB END.)
Do You Have Eye Trouble.
I fit glasses that you can use
with comfort, and at a price you
can afTord to pay.
W. W. Staples, The Jeweler,
North Main St. Paris Texas.
Deport Lod|:e Directory
Deport Lodge No. 381 A. F
A A. M. meets on Saturday
night beforeeach full moon.
Sam C. Holloway W. M.
A. L. Stalls Secretary
Deport Chapter No. 171 R.
A. M. Regular Convocation
first Tuesday night in each
month. Visiting companions
welcome.
E. H. B. Steele H P
A. L. Stalls Sec.
Deport Grvoe No. 415 meets every
other Saturday afternoon
Mrs. Maude Baughn Guardian.
Mrs. Zuma Lawler Clerk
Deport Lodge No. 3161
O. O. F. meet 2nd Mon
Igh
McArthur N. G.
day night In each mo.
John r
Joe Grant Sec.
Deport Camp No. 248 W.O,
W. meets every 2nd and 4th
Tuesday night.
J. H. Moore C. C.
J. 8. Furgeraon Clerk
44*
Deport Lodge No.
K. of P. meets 1st and 3rd
Tuesday nights In each
month. Vialting brother*
welcome |
Karl Kimball C. C.
LoylHsyeeK.efR. A *
;r V . *
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