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"AVhut nexfdo you pay?" lie asked. She lifted her eyes, met his own, held theiu. "There's such a lovely, lovely sacred soug here," she suggested. and looked down. "You like sacred music7" i . She turned to him her pure profile, her eyelids fluttering up, and said: "I love It." "That's it. So do I. Nothing like a nice sacred piece," Cornish declared. Bobby I.arkin, at the end of the piano, looked directly into Dl's face. "(live me ragtime," he suid now, with the effect of bursting out of somewhere. "Don't you like ragtime?" he put it to her directly. Di's eyes danced into his, they sparkled for him. her smile was a smile for him alone, all their store of common memories wts in their look. "Let's try 'My llock. My Itefuge,'" Cornish suggested. "That's got up real attractive." Dl's profile again, and her phased voice seying llmt this wrs the very one she had been hoping to her.r him sing. They gathered for "My Roclt, My Refuge." "Oh," cried Ina, at the conclusion of this number, 'Tm having such a perfectly beautiful time. Isn't everybody?" everybody's hostess put it. "Lulu is," said Dwjglit, and added softly to Lulu: "She don't have to hear herself sing." It was Incredible. He was like a bad boy with a frog. About that photograph of JTlnian lie found a dozen ways to torture her, called attention to it, showed It to Cornish, set it on the piano facing them all. Everybody must have Understood-rrexceptlng the Plows. These two gentle souls sang placidly through the Album of Old Favorites, and at the melodies smiled happily upon each other with an air from another world. * Always it was as if the Plows walked sonic fair, interpenetrating plane, from which they looked out as do other things not quite of earth, say, flowers and fire and music. Strolling home that night, the Plows were overtaken by some one who ran badly, and as if she were unaccustomed to running. "Mis' Plow, Mis' I'lowl" this one called, and Lulu stood beside tlieni. "Say P* she said. "Do you know of any job that I could get me? I mean that I'd know how to do? A Job for money. ... I mean a job. . . ." She burst into passu nate crying. Tl.,... kn? l.nmii ?! ! tltmit -I uirn nvri uvmc mi;i Lying awake sometime after midnight, Lulu heard the telephone ring. She heard Dwight's concerned "Is that so?" And his cheerful "Be right there." GrnndmR Gates was sick, slie heard him tell Ina. In a few moments he ran down the stairs. Next day they told how Dwight had sat for hours tiiat night, holding Grandma Gates so that her back would rest easily and she could fight for her faint breath. The kind fellow had only about two hours of sleep the whole night long. Next day there came a message from that woman who had brought up Dwight?"made him what lie was." lie often complacently accused her. It was a note on a postal card?she had often written a few lines on a postal card to say that she had sent the maple sugar, or obnld Ind get her some samples. Now she wrote a few lines on a postal card to say that she was going to die with cancer. Coujd Dwight and Ina come' to lier while she who still ahle to visit? If lie was not too busy. ... ? Nobody saw the. pity and the terror of that postal card. They stuck it up by the kitchen clock to read over from time to time, and before they left. Dwight lifted lite griddle of the cooking-stove and burned the postal card. And before tliey left Lulu said: "Dwight?you can't tell how long you'll Ik? gone?" "Of course not. IIow sIS?uld I tell?" "No. And that letter might come while you're away." , "Conceivably. Letters do come while a man's away!" "Dwight?I thought if you wouldn't ml ml if I opened it?" 'Opened it?" "Yes. You see, It'll be about me mostly?" "I should have said that it'll be about uiy brother mostly." "Hut you know what I mean. You wouldn't mind If I did open it?" "But you say you knov* what'll be in It." ? "So I did know?till you?I've pot to see that letter, Dwight." "And so you shall. But not till I show it to you. My dear Lulu, you know how I hate having my mull interfered with." She might have said: "Small souls always make a point of that." She said nothing. She watel m1 them set off, and kept her mind on Ilia's thousand injunctions. "Pon't let Pi see inneh of I?obby Larkin. And. Lulu?if it occurs to her to have Mr. Cornish come up to sing, of course you ask him. You might ask him to supper. And don't Jet mother overdo.. And, Lulu, now do. watch Munonn's lirutlkerehlef? Hie clillir win never Juke a clean one If I'm not here L_to_teH her- . . ." She breathed Injum tions to the very l step of the 'pus. In the 'bus Pwight leaned forward: I "See that you play post office squarely. Lulu!" he called, and throw hack his head and lifted his eyebrows. In the train lie turned tragic eyes to 1 ids wfie. "Inn." he said. "It's nut. And she's ( j going to die. It can't be. . . ." Inn said: "But you're going .to help \ her, D wight, just being there with her." * It was true that the mere presence of the man would bring a kind of fresh life to that worn frame. Tact and , ? * - .1 cnao L* thiuiiifltli ! \\ IMU'III iiiiu iwtr >?"vuvi uuwupi. i him and minister. Toward the end of their week's absence the lotler from Xiniun came. Lulu took It from the post office when site went for the mall that evening. dressed in her dark red gown. There \vas no other letter, and she carried that oiui letter in her hand all through the streets. She passed those who were surmising what her story J might he, who were telling one anoth- i er what they had heard. But she knew \ hardly more than they. She passed ; Cornish In the doorway of his little j music shop, and spoke with him; and there was the letter. It was so that Dwlght's foster mother's postal card might have looked on its wuy to he mailed. Cornish stepped down and overtook j her. "Oh, Miss Lulu. I've got a new song two-?" She wild abstractedly: "Do, Any night. Tomorrow night?could you?" Tt was hs !f Lulu were too preoccupied i to remember to he 111 at ease. ('Ornish liuslied with pleasure, said J that he could Indeed. "Come for supper," Lulu said. Oh. could he? Wouldn't that be . . . Well, say! Such was his acceptance. He came for supper. And Di was not at home. She had pone off In the country with Jenny and llobby, and i they merely did not return. Mrs. 1'ett and Lulu and Cornish and Monona supped alone. All were at ease, now that they were alone. Esi peelally Mrs. Kelt was at ease. It became one of her young nights, her alive and lucid nights. She was there. I She sat in Dwight's chair and Lulu | sat in Jua's cJiatr. l,uiu mm piemen flowers for the table?a tusk coveted by her but usually performed by Ina. | Lulu bud now picked Sweet William ! and bad filled a vase of silver Kilt taken from the parlor. Also, Lulu : bad made ice cream. -" "I don't see what Di can be thinking of." Lulu said. "It seems like askj ing you under false?" She was afraid of "pretenses" and ended without It. Cornish savored his steaming beef pie, with sage. "Oh, well!" he said, contentedly. , "Kind of a relief, I think, to have her gone," said Mrs. Rett, from the 1 fullness of something or other. "Mother!" Lulu said, twisting her , smile. "Why. my land, I love her," Mrs. I Rett explained, "but she wiggles and ' ehitters." Cornish noyer made the slightest effort, at any time, to keep a straight face. The honest fellow now laughed loudly. "Well!" Lulu thought. 'Tie can't he so very much in love." And again she thought: "He doesn't know anything about the letter. He thinks X'inian L'ot tired of me." Deep down in her heart there abode her certainty that this was not so. By some etiquette of consent, Mrs. Hett cleared the table and Lulu and Cornish went into the parlor. There lay the letter on the drop-leaf sidetable, among the shells. Lulu had curried it there, where she need not see it at her work. The letter looked no more than the advertisement of dental ofllce furniture beneath it. Monona stood indifferently lingering both. ~'"Monona," Lulu said sharply, "leave thenf he!" Cornish was displaying his music. "Got up quite attractive," he said?it was his formula of praise fur his music. "But we can't try it over," Lulu said, "if Id doesn't come." "Well, say, said Cornish shyly. ' - ,1 - i *11 ,.c 01,1 | you Know i nm iniii .tniuui <>i i/ui ; Favorites here. .Some of thein we ] know l?y heart." Lulu looked. "I'll tell you something," she said; "there's some of | these I can play with one hand?by ear. Maybe?" "Why, sure!" said Cornish. L Lulu sat at tlie piano. She bad on j the wool chally. long sacred to the j nights when she must combine her , | servant's estate with the quality of being Ina's sister. She wore her coral beads and her cameo cross. In iter absence she had caught the trick of dressing her hair >o that it looked , : even more abundant?but she had not dared to try !t so until tonight, when Dwiglit was gone. Her long . wrist was curved high, her thin hand i pressed and fingered.awkwardly. and r.t Iter iiifsfukesTIier head dipped and strove to make all right. Her foot continuously touched the loud pedal?the j blurred sound seemed to accomplish more. So she played "How Can I Leave Thee." and tlie.v managed to sing it. So she played "Long. Long Ago," and "Little Nell of Narragansett Bay." Beyond open doors, .Mrs. : "Oh, No," Lulu Disclaimed It. She Looked Up, Flushed, Smiling. Bott listened, sans, Ii may he. with them; fur .when the singers ceased, her voice might bo heard still humming a loud closing bar. | "Well!" Cornish cried to Lulu; and I then, in the formal village phrase: "You're quite a musician." "Oh, no!" Lulu disclaimed it. She looked up, flushed, smiling. "I've never done this in front of anybody," she owned. "I don't know what Dwight and Ina'd say. . . Slip drooped. They rested and. miraculously, the air of the place had stirred, and quick em d. as if the crippled, halting rrciody hao some power of its own, and poured this forth, even thus trampled. "I guess you could do 'most anything you set your hand to," said I Cornish. ' ."Oh, no,"1 Lulu said again. "Sing and play t ml-cook?" "Hut I can't earn anything. I'd like to earn something." Hut this she had not meant to say. She stopped, rather frightened. "l'ou would! Why, you have it fine here, I thought." "Oil, -flue, yes. Dwight gives me I what I have. And I ?lo their work." "I see," suid Cornish. "I never | thought of that," he added. She ; caught his speculative look?he had heurd n tale or two concerning her return, as who In Warbleton had not heard? "You're wondering why I didn't stay with him!" Lulu said recklessly. This was no less than wrung from her, I but its utterance occasioned in her an i unspeakable relief. "Oh, no," Cornish disclaimed, and colored and rocked. "Yes, you are," she swept on. "The i whole town's wondering. Well, I'd like : 'em to know, but Dwight won't let me I tell." ('ornish f.'owned, trying to understand. " l-l. .....till l.~ ...nnnln.l ??T n on i n*t jtm : lit: * should say that was your own affair." "No. Not when Dwiglit gives me all 1 I have" "Oh, that?" said Cornish. "That's j not right." "No. But there it is. It puts me? I you see what It does to me. They 1 think?they all think my?husband ! left me." it was curious to hear her bring out 1 that word tentatively, deprecutingly. like some one daring a foreign phrase without warrant. Cornish said feebly: "Oh, well. Before she willed it, she was telling him: "He didn't. He didn't leave me," she cried with passion. "He had another wife." Incredibly it was as if she were defending both him end herself. "Lord sokes!" said Cornish. She poured it out, in her passion to tell some one, to share her news of ; her state where there would be neither hardness nor censure. "We were in Savannah, Georgia," i she said. "We were going to leave for i Oregon?going to go through Cnlifori nia. We were in the iKdel, and he i was going'out to get the tickets. He started to go. Then he cumeHmck. I was sitting the same as there. He opened the door again?the same as here. I saw lie looked different-!?and he said quick: 'There's something ; you'd ought to know before we go.' And, of course, I said, 'What?' And lie said it right out?how lie was married eighteen years ago and in two years she ran away and she must he dead, l but lie wasn't sure. He hadn't tlie proofs. So, of course, 1 came lioine. But it wasn't him left me." "No, no. Of course he didn't/' 1 Cornisii said earnestly. "But, Lord's sokes?" lie said again. He rose to walk about, found it impracticable and sat down. ( "That's what Dwight don't want me to tell?lie thinks It isn't true, lie thinks?he didn't have any other wife. He thinks he wanted?" Lulu looked up at hint. "You see," she said, "Dwight thinks he didn't want me." "But why don't you make your husband?I mean, why doesn't lie write to Mr. Deacon here, and tell him the truth?" Cornish hurst out. I_ l'iider_tl;is implied belief, she re Ia\ed and Into liPr Tacc came its rare sweet ness, "lie 1ms written," she said. "The letter's there." He followed her look, scowled at the | two letters. "What'd he say?" "Dwlght dnn'i like me to touch his mail. I'll have to wait till lie comes buck." "Lord sakes!" said Cornish. This time he did rise and walk about. II" wanted to suy something, wanted ii with passion. lTe paused beside Lulu and stammered: "Von?you?you're ton nice a girl to get a deal like this. Darned if you aren't." To her own complete surprise Lulu's eyes filied with tears, and she could not speak. She was by no means above self-sympathy. - Dri?_ "Aim mere anil, .-.uu rowfuily, "there ain't a tiling I can do." And yet lie was doing much. He was gentle, he was listening, and on ids face a frown of concern. His face continually surprised her. it was so tine and alive and near, by comparison with Ninian's loose-lipped, ruddy, impersonal look and Dwight's thin, highhoned hardness. All the time Cornish gave her something, insteud of drawing upon her. Above all, he was there, and she could talk to hint. "It's?it's funny," Lulu said. "I'd he awful glad if I just could know for sure that the other woman was alive ?if I couldn't know she's dead." TJiis surprising admission Cornish seemed to understi nd. "Sure you would," be suid briefly. "Cora Waters," Lulu said. "Com Waters, of San Dle^o, California. And she never heard of me." "No," Cornish admitted. They stared at each other us across some abyss. '* In tlie doorway Mrs. Lett appeared. "I scraped up everything," slie remarked, "and left the dishes set." "That's right, mamma," Lulu said. "Come and 'sit down." Mrs. Bett entered with a leisurely air of doing the thing next expected of her. "I don't honr any more playin' and singin'," she remarked. "It sounded real nice." (To be Continued). KNOCKS OUT CAKPENTIER. j r- - r -r I :>: \ : I Battling Siki, the Senegalese pugilist who knocked out Georges Carpentier in the sixth round of their chcduled twenty-round battle in Paris. Carpentier loses the heavyweight championship of Europe, ? A project i3 on foot to rebuild the Bank of Knglaml because the old buildings are hopelessly inadequate to hold the enormous staff which it now needs and which is scattered about the city of London. The project is meeting with much opposition from sentimentalists who view the move as saerilegious. NOMINATED. Alfred E. Smith, former Gov' ernor who in heing nominated at Syracuse won a decisive vici tory over his leading political foe, William It. Hearst. DR. ADOLF LORENZ. ' * H - |? ..\?W Dr.' Adolf Lorenz, Austrian surgeon, who brings new operative methods to American orthopedists. MAHITZA VALLEY Troublous Bone Between the thrls-l lian and the Turk. ... BATTLEGROUND OF THE BALKANS Country That Is of Small Material Value to Any of the Claimants; But Posccrsion By One Moans Red Rag to the Others. I ' The Maritza river, the boundary of the European territory which the victorious Turks demanded as soon as they drove the Greeks from Asia Minor, is, like the Rhine, between France and Germany, a symbol and a bone of contention among Bulgar, Greek and Turk," says a bulletin of the National Geographic Society from its Washington, D. C., headquarters. "Each of these three peoples has claimed the Maritzn valley as belonging to it on ethnic grounds," continues the bulletin, "and such is the racial mix-up in Thrace and the portion of Macedonia which adjoins it, that each has at least some excuse for its claims. Thrace?and indeed all of- Rumelia or Rumill, as the Turks called the portions of Europe which their swords conquered?has for five hundred years been in the anomalous condition of being Turkish territory, yet more Christian than Mohammedan, more alien than Turk. Moreover, the nonTurks-npn-Mohammedans were more intelligent and more industrious than the Moslems, a fact which has heightened the non-Turkish aspect of the in snite of the burden of heavy taxation, persecution and massacre which tlie non-Turks have had placed on their shoulders. European Turkey Was "Occupied Territory." "More or less unconsciously the Turks seem, throughout their tenure of half a millennium in Europe to hr.ve considered themselves engaged in a military occupation. In the trade and industry of the towns and cities they did r.ot compete with the Greeks and Jews and Armenians; and in the agricultural pursuits of the country they were equally outclassed by the Ruljrnrs and Vlachs and the occasional Greeks who arc farmers. Many of the Turks condned their activities to the cities where they were rulers oc solj di.' rs. Thorse who led the lives of peasants never wholly shook off their nomadism. They were iess efficient than their despised Christian neighbors, a fact which led to many a pillaging and massacring expedition; for the Mos! lems, however humble their station, were armed, while the Christians were not. "Eastern Thrace between the Straits and the Maritza river is of little value agriculturally. It is an unattractive, dreary, monotonous plain with here and there swampy depressions, l^arge areas of the territory are untilled and in summer they give the country the appearance of a desert. Furious fight : ing. with little rjunrter, raged over this 1 region during the Balkan war of 1912j 13, as Bulgar and Turkish arms were | alternately successful. Turkish vilj lages were destroyed first, and soon j after Bulgarian villages suffered a similar fate. When the Bulgarian fil nallv controlled the region many Turks, resigned to fate, trekked to Asia Minor; and under the Creek control of the past few years that movement has continued. As a result the Thrace of today is even more strikingi !y non-Turkish than in the past. Adri^nople First Turk Capital. "On the Maritza and in Thrace, barely twenty 25 miles from the present Bulgarian border, is Adrianoi le, uo/./>n,i ot'ttf t\f nld Ptirnnnnn TnrWuv and a strong sentimental reason for the Turk's desire once more to possess Thrace. Thracian land was the first in Europe to f:i 11 under Turkish sway: and while Constantinople still i remained Byzantine, Adi ianople was the Ottoman capital. From there they crushed the Serbians, and finally, in ; lif.3, seized the great city on the ! Straits. There, though in ruins, is the ' first European palace of the Sultans 1 and the grave of the first Sultan, Mui rad. "Formerly Adrlanoplo was a thriv: ing centre ot" trade with the far flung | regions of Rumill. But as the Euroi pean portion of the Ottoman Empire i dw'ndled, and Bucharest, Athens. Bel- j j grade and Sofia, released from Turk- J | ish control, grew from dingy mud vil- i | lages to bustling towns, Adrianople 1 lost ground. The city still contains about 50,000 inhabitants, however, with the Greeks, Bulgars, Jews and ' other con-Moslem peoples greatly out- ' numbering the Moslems." ? Cunnon halls, abandoned by Genoral .lohn C. 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