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- > -?**" Jhe jjk-Comedy of Youth Founc ?reat Play of the San From Phototfra Copyrltfht, 1913. by Dc XHAPTEFTXIX. Peg and Jerry. vrent haphazardly around the coom examining everything, sitrtiag in various kinds of chairs, on the sofa, smelling the tiuw??ac. -tee# wherever sbe went .ierry folE.otwas. &er at a little distance. ycu going to stay here?" -".Tfiteebe I will and mebbe I won't." "" IQfeC your -aunt send for you?" me uncJe?me Dncle Nat." "Tnathaciel Kingsnorth!" cried Jerry fen. -.TOKxement. ?V?r .nodded. ' "SipKpin' in his grave, poor man." -*SR2y, then, you're Miss Margaret i ^?^^caceli?" How did you know that?" j ~T with your uncle when he "*VTAere ye?" " ESe-told me all about you." he? Weil, 1 wish the poor man ~Vi? silt.' lived. An" J wiali he'd 'a' j ^Swn^rt o' us sooner?he with all his tamxan' me father with none an' me iSfca Aster's only child." ""Wfost dees your father do?" tfcook a deep breath and answer136 .She was on the oiie sub trorft often cry," she said. jl.tseS. about which she could talk freely ???{:- : i;be needed was a good listener. HjCEsss strange inau. unlike her aunt, t-??9erD(?d to be the very person to talk ?'flrc'icc tbe one really vkal subject to ."She said breathlessly: "5Scps rue father can do anything at t *Si;-except make money. An' when jUfctvioetf .snake it he can't kai>e it. He dSwesa't like it enough. Nayther do I. WV?'#o 'uever had very much to like, { locr we've-seen others around us with r;j?iarty, an!, faith, we've been tbe bapj that we have." S&H ODly -stopped to take breath be ?>>.neoD she went again: "" There have beeu times when we've fftwnc most starviu', but me father nev ^r.lost his pluck or his spirits. Naythei 'I. -When times have been the ManGest I've never beard a word of rtmoaaint from me fHtber nor seen a rrffffwc. on his face. An' I'm sick for 1 ; ?*> sight of him. An' I'm sure he is : "3et ,:ae?for his 'Peg o' My Heart,' as V "r# -a'?Tvavs calls me." t*Sfc-c uncovered ber eyes as the tears FrrsUkZed down through her fingers. *7E>on:t'do that," he said softly as ht> Vfcflt the moisture start into his own "**}.' 'don't often cry." she said. "Me !-T:aSwr never made me do It. I never :-~ssv7 v.ti>m cry hut twice in his life? vjot-?? when we made a little money an' 'isd a mass said for ir.? mother'e An' we had the most beautiful fflirSte! on Our Lady's altar. He cried jtfcwti. be -did. An' when I left him to ?sctr.?2 here on the ship?an* then only] j -iicfce last minnit" Arc a moment sue went on again: \ " "2 cried meself to sleep that night. I ' Jik'jd. An' many a night, too, on that -r^asaiaEer. ?&?' I wish I hadn't come?that I <?Ac. -Se's miss In' me every minnlt?an' ' -Obi oaiasin' him. I' m not go in* to /!* foappy here ayther. "? don't want to be a lady. An' they jp'cz.'t make me one, ayther, if I can ) :**s? 5t 'le can't make a silk purse at: cf a sow's ear,' that's what me : Jatbe:' always said. An' that's what . ? I'm a sow's ear." 'Sfc? stopped. "S?'aji afraid I cannot agree with . wsb J" "Sfcs looked up at blm and said ln 3Sf--'3rently: "Chat's what I am. I'm a sow's - - ? >f,w ? PEG"! O' MY IE ART ly J. Hartley Manners led by Mr. Manners on His tie Title?Illustrations phs of the Play >dd, Mead Company "When the strangeness wears off you'll be very happy. You're among friends." Peg shook ber head and said bitterly: "Xo, I'm not. They may be relations, but they're not me friends." He turned to Peg aDd said: "When tbey really get to know you. Miss O'Connel), they will be Just as proud of you as yocr father is?as?I would be." Peg looked at him li whimsical astonishment: "You'd btV Why should irr?ii ho nrmirt nf m<?'" J I" v* " w "I'd be more than proud if you'd look on me as your friend." "A friend is It?" cried Peg warily. "Sure 1 don't know who you are at ail," and sbe drew away from birn. Sbe was on her guard. Peg made few friends. Wby this man calling himself by the outlandish name of Jerry should walk in out of nowbere and offer ber his friendship and expect her , to jump at it puzzled her. Who was be? "Who are ye at all?" she asked. "So one In particular," answered Jerry between gasps. , "1 can see that" said Peg candidly. "I mean what do ye do?" "Everything a little and nothing really well." Jerry replied. "I was a soldier for awbiie; tben 1 took a splash at doctoring, read law. dvtl engineered In South America for a year; now I'm farming." "Farming?" asked Peg incredulously. "Yes. I'm a farmer." Peg langbed as sbe looked at the well rut clothes, tbe languid manner and j easy poise. "It must be mighty hard on tbe land and cattle to have you farmin' them," | "It Is," aBd he, too. laughed again. She started up the staircase leading to the mauve room. Jerry called after her anxiously: "No. no, Miss O'Connelll Don't go ' Like that" "1 must" Raid Peg from the top of the stairs. "What will I get here hut j to be laughed at an' Jeered at hy a lot' of people that are not lit to even look at me father? Who are they, I'd like to know, that I mustn't speak his name In their presence?" Suddenly she raised her band above ber bead, and in the manner and tone of a public speaker she astounded Jerry with the following outburst: "AD' mat's wnat tne msD ure aora all over the wurrld. They're driven out of their own country by the English an* become wandberers on the face of the earth, an' uothln' they ever enrn 'II mate up to them for the separation from their homes an' their loved ones!" She dnlstied the peroration on a high note and with a forced manner such a? she had frequently heard on the platform. Sbe smiled at the astonished Jerry and asked him: "Do ye know what that is?" "1 haven't the least Idea." be answered truthfully. "That's out of one of me father's speeches. He father makes grand speeches. He makes them in the cause of Ireland." "Oh. really! In the cause of Ireland. eb?" said Jerry. "Yes. He's been strugglin' all his life to make Ireland free, to get her home rule, ye know. But the English are so isrnorant. Tbe.v think they know more tnan me rntner. ir meya ao wbat me father tells tbera sure tbere'd be no more tbrouble in Ireland at alL" "ReallyV said Jerry quite Interestedly. "Not a bit of tbrouble. 1 wish me father was here to explain It to ye. Be could tell ye the wbole thing In a couple of hours. I wish be were here now just to give you an example of what fine soeakln' really Is. Do vou like speechesV" "Very macb? sometimes," replied Jerry guardedly. "Me father Is wondberful on a platform with a lot o* people In front of him. He's wondherfnl. I've seen him take two or three hundred people who didn't know tbey bad a grievance In the wurrld?the poor cratures?tbey were just contented to go on beln* ground down an' trampled on an' they not knowln' a thing about It?I've seen me father take that crowd an' In Ave minutes aftber be had started spakin' to them ye wouldn't know tbey were the same people. They were all shoutIn' at once, an* they had murther In their eye. an' it was blood they were afther. Tbey wanted to reform somethin'?they weren't sure what?but they wanted to do it, an' at the cost of life. Me father could have led them anywhere. It's a wonderful power he was. Do ye like hearin' about me father?" she asked Jerry suddenly, in case she was tiring him. Jerry hastened to assure her that he was really most interested. "Well, so long as yer not tired I'll tell ye some more. Ye know I went all through Ireland when 1 was a child with me father in a cart An' the police an* the constabulary used to follow jjsjkbgnt, JTbey were very frlcht eneu ut me rataer. xuejr were! x ?trj were grand days for me. Ye're Eng- i Jlsb. mebbe?" sbe asked him suddenly. ^ "I am," said Jerry. He almost felt J Inclined to apologize. d "Well, sure that's not your fault Ye I couldn't help it No one should bold a that against ye. We can't all be born Irish." b Tm glad you look at It so broad mlndedly," s?id Jerry. Sbe stood restlessly a moment, her ? hands beating each other alternately. "I get so lonesome for me father." sbe said. a Suddenly, with a tone of definite re- d solve in her voi:e. she started to the stairs, calling over her shoulder: "I'm goin' back to him now. Goodly!" Jerry followed her, pleading Insist- u ently: "Wait! Please wait!" r Sbe stopped and looked at him: F "Give us one mouth's trial?one 11 month!" he urged. "It will be very little out of your life, an' 1 promise 1 you your father will not suffer through * it except in losing you for that one little month. Will you? Just a month?" d He spoke so earnestly and seemed so sincerely pained and so really con- v cerned at her going that sbe came 8 down a few steps and looked at trim 1 irresolutely. ^ "Why do you want me to stay?" she * asked him. * "Because?because your late tincle was my friend. It waa his last wish f *- ? J* 4>r\m TX7II1 mil ? r LU UU EH/LiiClUiUg ivi j vu. ft ? j vw . Just a month?" She struggled wltb the desire to go away from all that was so foreign and distasteful to her. Then she looked at c Jerry and realized, with something akin t to a feeling of pleasure, that he wan u pleading wlrb her to stay and doing It c in such a way as to suggest that It mattered to him. She had to admit to t herself that 6he rather liked the look t of him. Be seemed houest. even t though he were English. Afrer all, to t run away now would look <eowardly. c Her father wonld be ashamed of ber. c This stuckup family would laugh a: her. Instantly she made np her mind. f She would stay. Tijrnlng to Jerry. | j sbe said: 1 "All right, then. I'll stay?a month e But not any more than <i month, t though." \ "Not nnless yon wis.h It" "I won't wl3h ft?I promise ye that. \ One month Ml be enough In this boose." 1 "I am glad you're going to stay." a "Well, that's a comfort, anyway, t Some one '11 be pleas<Ml at my stayln'." 1 CHAPTER XX. f A Real Friend. ^ A DOOR slammed loudly In the dlu- , tance as Peg talked to Jerry. ^ Peg distinctly beard her aunt'ii t voice and Altiric's. in a mo- g ment sbe becamt- panic stricken. She t made one bound for the top stairs and sprang up them three at a time. At *. the top she turned and warned him: "Don't tell any one ye saw me." t "T wnri'f." nromlsed the astonished young man. jj But their secret was to be short lived. As Peg turned Ethel appeared at the top of tb<) stairs,, and as she descended, glaring at Peg. the unfortunate girl ? -m o c $r \ m i SBr ^'^8 * HRIli b A Door Slammod Loudly In the Din- h tance as Peg Talked to Jerry. b went down backward before her. At the same moment Mrs. Chichester and ( AJaric came In through the door. They all greeted Jerry warmly. Mrs. Chichester was particularly " gracious. "So sorry we were out. Ton will stay to lanch?" 6 "It is what I came for," replied Jer* y ry heartily. Ee slipped nis arm through Alarlc's and led him op to the windows. ^ "Why, Al, your cousin Is adorable!" b he said enthusiastically. "What!" Alaric gasped. In horror. n "You've met her?" 8 "Indeed 1 have. And we had the h most delightful time together. 1 want to see a great deai of her while she's 11 here" ' b "Yon're Joking?" remarked Alaric cautiously. "Not at all. She has the frank, hon- d est grip on life that 1 like better than s anything in mankind or womankind. E She has made me a convert to home rule already." o The luncheon gong sounded In the b distance. Alaric hurried to the door. k "Come along, every one! Lunch!" t Thank goodness!" cried Jerry, Join- d '-r him "I'm starving." . ... came Ijaictlj' rruuj urmiau tm> aewel ipoet, where she bad been praclcally hlddea, and went straight to erry and, smiling up at him, her eyes lancing with amusement said: ! "So am I starvin' too. I've not had . bite since 6." "Allow me,," and Jerry offered her ils arm. Mrs. Chichester quickly Interposed. "My niece Is tired after ber journey, [he will luncb in her room." "Oh, but I'm not a bit tired," ejacuated Peg anxiously. "I'm not tired it all. tin' I'd much rather have lunch lown here with Mr. Jerry." The whole family were aghast Ethel lookei indignantly at Peg. Mrs. Chichester ejaculated, "What?" Alaric, almost struck dumb, fell back ipon "Well, J mean to say!" "And you shall go in with Mr. Jery," said that young gentleman, slipsing Peg's arm through his own. Tuning to Mrs. Chichester, he asked ber: With your permission we will lead he way. Come, Peg," and he led ber o the door and opened it. Peg looked up at him, a roguish light lancing in her big. expressive eyes. "Thanks. I'm not so sure about that vager of yo jrs. I think yer life is afe. 1 want to tell ye ye've saved nine." She put one band gently on ler little stomach and cried. "I am so lungry me soul Is bangin' by a bread." Laughing gayly the two new found rlends went in search of the dining oom. "Dtegmcefcir* ventured EtheL "Awful!" siiid the stunned Alaric. "She loust he taken In hand at once!" ame in firm tones from Mrs. Cbicheser. "She must never be left alone gain. Come quickly before she can lisgract! us nay further today." The dfiys that followed were never o be forgotten ones for Peg. Her naure was in continual revolt The eacbing of h.?r whole lifetime she was old to correct Everything she said, 'verything atie looked, everything she lid wan wrot g. Tutors wer? engaged to prepare her or the position she might one day enoy through her dead uncle's will, rhey did not remain long. She show>d either marked incapacity to acqoire he slightest reneer of culture?else it vas pure willfulness. The only gleams of relief she bad rpro on occasions when Jerrv via ted the family. Whenever they could ivoid Mi's. Chichester's watchful eyes bey would chat and laugh and play Ike children. Her letters to her father were at Irst very bitter regarding her treat nent by the family. Indeed, ro resentul did "they become that her father rrote to her In reply urging her. If she vas so cmbappy, to at once return to lim on the n-?xt steamer. The month ibe bad promised to stay was drawing o an end. But one more day remaind. It was tC' be a memorable one for >eg. Jerry bad endeavored at various Imes to encourage her to study. One lay be gave her a large, handsomely ound volume' and asked her to read t at odd tlmts and be would examine er In It when she bad mastered Its ontentsi. Sh.; opened It wonderlngly nd found It to be "Love Stories of he World." It became Peg's treasure. She kept t bidden from every one In tbe bous. ibe made a cover for It out of a ple<e f cloth, so that no oDe could see tbe rnate binding. She would read It t ilffbt In ber room, by day out In tbe elds or by tbe sea. Tbe book was a evelatlon to ber. It gave all ber 1mglnatlon full play. Tbrougb Its pages readed a stately procession of kings nd queens?Wagnerian heroes and teroines, Shakespearean creations, me xllous Id verse, and countless others. All through tbe month Christian {rent was a frequent visitor. If Peg nly despised tne uuiCDesiers sne posiIvely loathed Brent. Peg was waitng for a really good chance to find out lr. Brent's real character. The oportunlty came. On the night of the last day of the rial month Peg was lying face downward on a Bofa reading her treasure Fhen she became conscious of some ne being In the room watching her. he starred up In a panic. Instinctively Iding the book bebiDd her. She found trent staring down at her In open adllration. Something In the lntentness f his gaze caused her to spring to hei eet "The lt>ook must be absorbing. Fbat Is it?" he asked. Peg faced him, the book clasped in oth of| her hands behind her back, er eyes flashing and her heart throbing. "You mustn't be angry, child. What i it, eh? Something forbidden?" and - 1 ?J of hal> Thon h*! C ICCICU auvwiu^i; u b UVI AMVM lade a quick snatch at the book, sayag, "Show it me!" Peg ran across the room and. turn jg up a corner of the carpet, pat the ook under it, turned back the carpet ut her foot determinedly on It and arned again to face her tormentor. Brent went rapidly across to her. 'be Instinct of the chase was qalck In Is blood. "A hiding place, eh? Now you make le really carious. Let me see." He' gain made a movement toward the idden book. Peg clinched both of her hands Into | ttle fists and glared at Brent, while er breath came In qalck, sharp gasps. "I love splritl" cried Brent. Than hp looked at her charming ress, at her stylish coiffure, at the imple spray of flowers at her breast. I le gave en ejaculation of pleasure. "What a wonderful change in a { aonth! You most certainly would nol e sent to the kitchen now. Do youl now you have grown Into a most at-! ractlve young lady? You are really' .eljghtful pntrrv. _ ?pd you. a^re angry, arenT you.'' atio wmi u>rrt cut * u> ho sorry if I've offended yon. Let ns kiss and be friends." He tried to take her in his arms. Peg gave him a rebounding box on the err. The door opened, and Ethel came into the room. Peg hurried out through the windows. Brent turned to Ethel. "My dear!" Ethel looked coldly at him. "Wby did she run away?' Brent smiled easily and confidently: "I'd surprised one of her secrets, and she flew Into a temper. "Secrets?" was all Ethel said. "Yes. See." He walked across to the corner and turned back tbe carpet und. kneeling down, searched for the book, found It and held it up triumphantly. "Here!" He stood up and opened the book and read tbe title page: " 'Love Stories of the World.' *To Pes from Jerry.' Oho!" cried Mr. Brent. "Jerry! Eh? No wonder she didn't want me to see it! Jerryt So that's bow the land lies! Romantic little child:" Ethel looked steadily at him. "Wby don't you go after her?" and she nodded in the direction Peg bad gone. "Ethel!" he cried, aghast "She is new and has nil the virtues." "I assure you"? be began. "Really? Ethel"? "Were you carried away' again?" I sne sneered. "Surely you're not Jealous?of a?a? child?" "No. I don't think It's Jealousy," said Ethel slowly. "Then what Is It?" "Disgust!" She shrugged her shoulders contemptuously. "Now I understand why the scullery Is sometimes the rival of the drawing room. The love of change!" He turned away from her. Etbel watched blm quietly. "Chris, come here!" He turned to her. "There! It's all over! 1 suppose I have been a little hard on you." She I held out her hand. "My nerves have been ratber severe- | ly tried this past month," Ethel went j on. "Put a mongrel Into a kennel of thoroughbreds and they will either destroy the intruder or be In a continual I condition of unsettled Irritated Intolerance. Tbnt Is exactly my condition." Brent sat beside her and said softly: "Then I've come in time?" Ethel smiled. 1 "So did I. didn't I?" and she indl i cated the window through which Peg ran after assaulting Brent "Don't! Please don't!" he pleaded. "Very well," replied Ethel complacently. "I won't." "I'm sorry, Chris." remarked Ethel finally, after some moments had passed. "A month ago it wouldn't have matterea so muca. just now?ic aoes. It's been horrible here." "A month of misery for me, too," replied Brent passionately. "I'm golnp awa.'?out of It. Tomorrow!" he added. "To PetersburgMoscow?Siberia"? "Oh, the cold places!" She paused, then asked. "Going alone?" He whls-, percd almost into her ear: "Unless some one?goes with me! Will?you?go?" And he waited breath lessly. . She thought n moment, looked at I him again and said quietly. "Chris, l! wish I'd been here when you called? Instead of that?brat." (To be Continued.) SHAKE HANDS WITH HALF THE VOTERS OF GEORGIA Clifford Walker New Attorney General of Georgia, Has Set a New Record in Whirlwind Campaign* ing. Atlanta, July 1.?One of the prominent figures at the state house under the new administration is Hon. Clifford Walker of Monroe, Georgia, who has succeeded Hon. Warren Grice as attorney general. Mr. Walker made one of the most remarkable campaigns ever undertaken in Georgia. He visited practically every county in the state, from Rabun Gap to Tybee Light, and is said to have shaken hands personally with more than one-half of the voters of Georgia, a feat probably never before accomplished by anybody in so short a time. While one of the youngest men who has ever run for or been elected to an important state house office in Georgia, he has an established and proven ability as a lawyer. BECKER REPRIEVED BY GOV. WHITMAN I Albany, N. Y., July 1.?Gov. Whitman today granted Charles Becker the former New York police lieuten- < ant under sentence of death, a re- j prieve until July 26. The governor said he would take no further action in the case than the granting of the reprieve. This means that if the United States supreme court does not interefre, Becker will have to die. Before Highest Court. Washington, July 1?According to precedents available here, the Becker case could come before the supreme court only by way of the federal 4 TORPEDOED Si ' IN WAR SERVICE REPORT FROM AMBASSADOR OF UNITED STATES ON STEAMER ARMENIAN. Score of Americans Among the Dead Steam Freighter Carrying Load of Mule* From America to Be Used in War Was Sunk by German Submarine?Captain Refused to H<^ 1 Dropped Shell in Engine Room. Washington, July 1.?The Armenian was engaged on admiralty busiriocc TX'Vion cnnlr AmhaccarlrtT* Vacro e\f London, reported to the state department today that he had been so informed by the British admiralty officials. Consul Armstrong at Bristol today , reported to Ambassador Page that 21 of the 29 men lost with the Armenian were Americans. Previous lists gave only 20 Americans. The ambassador's dispatch gave no further details for the state department's consideration of the incident. Ambassador Page said as the Armenian carried no passengers presumably all the Americans lost were members of the crew. It is pointed uul next; mat Americans seeKing cheap transportation frequently travel such ships as passengers, although signed as members of the crew. Was Told to Surrender. Avonmouth, England, July 1.?Eleven Americans, among 19 members of the crew who lost their lives in the sinking of the Leyland line freight steamer by a German submarine off Cornwall Monday. Some members of the crew were killed ou? right by the torpedo. The Armenian was carrying 1,422 mules from Newport News to Avonmouth for the French army and had a crew of 72 and 96 muleteers. The man at the wheel first sighted the submarine, which overhauled the freighter and circled near and the German commander ordered the Armenian's captain to surrender. The Armenian's skipper tried to evade the^ submarine, but the latter dropped a shell into the steamer's engine room, stopping the engines. The Armenian then surrendered. Lifeboats were lowered, the crew and some 70 muleteers, mostly Americans, scrambled into the boats. As one boat was being lowered, a submarine shell cut the ropes and the occupants were spilled and presumably drowned. Five of the boat's survivors escaped. The Armenian then sank. The survivors rowed until Tuesday mnrninc. when a steam trnwlAn landed them here. H President Declines to Comment H Cornish, New Hampshire, July 1? 89 President Wilson declined to com- B ment today on the loss of American H lives on the Armenian. The presi- H dent is awaiting complete details. H courts in New York, where a consti- B tutional question would first have to |H be raised. Then, either the federal court in New York or Justice Hughes who has charge of that circuit, might M certify that there was ground for review on a constitutional question. So far as is known, the mere application for review would not act as a stay of execution. GERMAN METHODS IN H THE DUTCH FORK H (Yorkville Enquirer.) Judge Frank B. Gary at Lexington, B last Saturday, signed an order1 granting a new trial in a case against jflfl a fertilizer company, in which the plaintiff was given the full amount asked for, $250, unless the "plaintiff shall within ten days after notice of the order remit upon the record all HH of the verdict except $32.75." In granting the motion Judge Gary said in part: 88 "A motion in the above entitled case having been noted by the defen- ^9 dant, and upon consideration of same it appears to the court that the jury disregarded the instructions of the court, as to the measure of damages, for the size of the verdict can H| be accounted for on no other ground RBH than that the jury was carried away HH by the eloquence of the plaintiff's attorney." It is cruel for Judge Gary to use an asphyxiating shell like this on Htquence that puts a jury to sleep while his honor is giving his instructions as to the lav/ of the case.