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"TheQL orjhe\ by FRANCIS PI . ILLUSTRATIONS cary/?/cy/r /?// sr ?aa&5-sf/y?A CHAPTER I.?Richard Lightnut, an r American with an affected ?iiglish accent, receives a presnt from a friend in China. CHAPTER II.?The present proves to be a pair of pajamas. A letter tanis of surprises to the wearer. CHAPTER III.?Lightnut dons the paJamas and late at night gets up for a moke. His servant, Jenkins, comes In and, failing: to recognize Lightnut, attempts to put him out Thinking the servant crazy, Lightnut changes his clothea Intending to summon help. When he reappears Jenkins falls on his neck with Joy, confirming .ughtnut s belief that h? I > crazy. CHAPTER IV.?Jenkins tells Light nut Of the encounter he had with a hldeoun Chinaman dressed in pajamas. CHAPTER V?In a message from his friend. Jack Billings, Llghtnut Is asked to put up "the kid" for the night on his way home from college. Later Lightnut finds a beautiful girl in black pajamas ift ^ his room. m CHAPTER VI.?Llghtnut is shocked by ?!i- the girl's drinking, smoking and slangy K talk. iitj i CHAPTER VII?She tells him her name IS 1* Francis and puzzles him with a story i|; i| of her love for her sister's room-mate, B named Frances. Next morning the girl Is missing and Lightnut hurries to the Bboat to see her off. He Is accosted by j-fi'W* husky college boy, who calls him |Hr "Dicky." but he does not see the girl. CHAPTER Vm-Jack Billings calls to - spend the night with Ligrhtnut. They dls- * ?over pricesless rubies hidden in the but> A I WUI VI WAW ^jOUlW. CHAIfl^flR rx?Billings dons, the pa- ;! Jamas and retires. CHAPTER X?Llghtnut later discovers j !n his apartment a beefy person in mutton-chop whiskers and wearing pajamas. Jenkins calls the police, who declare the Intruder to be a criminal, called "Foxy Grandpa." CHAPTER XI?The Intruder declares , he Is Ligbtnut's guest ana appeals to uie i nitter In vain. CHAPTER Xn?He Is hustled off to JalL CHAPTER Xin-In the morning Lightnut is astonished to find Billings gone, and more astonished when, he gets a message from the latter, demanding his clothes. Llghtnut, bound for Tarrytown. Billing1* home, discovers "Frances," the girl of the pajamas, on the train. CHAPTER XIV?Llghtnut speaks to * her and alludes to the night before. She riooinroq indlcnAritlv that Liehtnut never saw her in black pajamas. At Tarrytown I Prances is met by a husky college youth, t who hails IJghtnut as "Dicky." The lat- j ter ignores the boy, who then threatens i to thrash him for offending Frances. ! Wfhtnut takes the next train home. CHAPTER XV?Billings storms over ; .the outrage of his arrest. He and Light- I nut discover mysterious Chinese characters on the pajamas. CHAPTER XVT?Professor Doozenber* ry is called in to interpret the hieroglyphics. CHAPTER XVII?He raves over what be calls the lost silk of Si-Ling-Chi. CHAPTER XVIII?The writing declares that a person wearing the pajamas will Ull UIC -ocuiuiajivc vi vtiv y4v?*vv?k/ i wearer. The professor borrows the pa- I Jamas for experiment. CHAPTER XIX?"Billings" dressed In pajamas is found in the professor's room and is taken home in an automobile with Frances and a woman Lightnut calls "the frump." CHAPTER XX?Lightnut is angered by j "the frump's" slanderous talk about "Francis." CHAPTER XXI?"Billings" is tanen to ! W~ hla room. A servant tells Lightnut that 'J * message has just been received stating that Billings was under arrest in New York for stealing a suit of black paf Jamas. w CHAPTER XXII?Judge Billings astonishes Lightnut with a tale of Francis' escapades. Lightnut asks permission to fcV A J.UUV.VW* CHAPTER XXIII?The judge declares that not another living person would tackle the job, and Lightnut. his mind occupied with the beautiful Frances, is greatly mystified. CHAPTER XXIV?Policeman O'Keefe returns the black paja;nas and Lightnut sends them to Billings' room. ] I CHAPTER XXV?Lightnut has an in? teresting hour with Frances. CHAPTER XXVI?He tells of the thirds the judge has been saying about "Francis," much to "Frances'" amusement. CHAPTER XXVII?Judge Billings refuses to intercede for a man under ar rest claiming to be his son Jack. Light- 1 nut is disgusted by ihe judge's praise of Miss Kirkland. thinking "the frump" is referred to. The judge promises "JaeK" to wear the pajamas that niflht. CHAPTER XXVIII ? Next morning Jenkins tells Lightnut he saw him (Lightnut) fighting with a youth in the library during the night. Lightnut is bewildered. I CHAPTER XXIX. V ; I Touch Bottom. * "Pardon, sir, for not waiting tilJ * you came down," the butler was saying, "but Mr. Billings was just so set on me bringing this to you, 1 had to."! He had entered, responding to Jen kins' invitation, bearing in his hand a gray paper parcel. | "For me?" I questioned, as ne laid it on the table, and I eyed it omintms ly. Yet it could not be the same I had sent Billings myself?I could see that ?for it was smaller, more compact, j fand in a different wrapper. But I was ^afraid to examine it. j "Yes, sir?he's very bad this morn ;ing, sir; the?er?that is, something i last night seems to have excited him." j His eye roved eloquently between Jenkins and myself. He continued soberly: "He's locked me and Perkins out of his rooms again, and wouldn't open the door only wide enough to stick this through. And his message"?hesitat- j ' "* ? mgiy? ne saia jusi ten juu ;uu uou a ybetter get these pajamas back where they came from just as quickly as you ; could?you would if you were wise: lie said." tk "Oh!" I uttered, dazed by this new ! 9 blow. So it was her pajamas. || But there was more of the message j nrv fv^'T T\r -r ?/%mm. bWMT EMAUri ' 47 fttyw/fans VZJL COSf/M/Yy ?I could see it in Wilkes** eye. "Yes, sir," he went on aa I gave i?ilVBIiIHH?liiIlI I ^ : ( Sat There a Moment Swallowing Hard. him a nod. "Mr. Billings called through the door-crack?and his voice | was particularly shrill?screechy-like ?very unnatural, sir?and he said: 'You tell him I say he'll find it very j dangerous to keep them hy him a moment; tell him my advice is to return them immediately!'" Her? the butler hesitated an instant and*added: "And he said for me to try to remember three letters I was to mention?said you would understand." 'Three letters?" I repeated dully. "Yes, sir, 'three letters?I did remember 'em, too, because they happened to be the. Initials. of a young woman I?h'm! Q. E. D., sir." "Q. E. D.?" I said, puzzled and miserable. "What's Q. E. D.?" And then an idea startled me. "Oh I say, you mean?er?P. D. Q. ?eh, Wilkes?" It sounded like Jack! But he seemed sure he didn't; insisted on Q. E. D. When he had withT a of fhara a mnmont cU'fll Ui CL TV LLy A. saw |,uvi U ? uavamvmvj W lowing hard. By Jove, when a chap has had the hardest blow of his life, and that, too, from his best friend, it's devilish hard to come up smiling. Presently I pulled myself together, Jenkins, as he helped me dress, eyed me in a frightened way, his face kind of pale and greenish. Neither of us said a word, but I knew I had his sympathy, poor fellow?and it helped! Then, with the parcel in my hand, 1 marched slowly down the stairs, forgetting even some instructions I should have~given Jenkins. She was there in the living-room? oho and tho frnmn And when I saw hepr dear face and realized what disaster had come between us, I felt things whirling around me like a jolly what's-its-name and dropped my hand on a chair-back hard, until I could 1 stiffen and smile up. But, by Jove, she was on! "Is anything the matter, Mr. Lightnut?" she asked, coming toward me? and how kindly, almost tenderly, her x n ^A ? sweex. lace suneueu; "Is it anything about Jacky?" snap* ped the frump. I shook my head and just gently placed the little wrapped parcel in Frances' hands. My hand shook so J almost dropped it. "Some?Fomething of yours that was lost," I said, and I knew my voice shook a little, too. "I was fortunate i-annvarinor if " T InnVptf her? IJLX * v * ?- ? for the last time, I knew?and it was just my devilish luck that she got misty and dim. I whispered hoarsely: "Open when you are alone." And then I walked straight out of the house! ! A gardener directed me to the park gates, but there were so many dash<d curves and terraces I got hopelessly twisted, and pretty soon didn't know whether I was leaving or coming, don't you know. I sat down on an iron bench to think it over, and, by Jove, I must have dozed off, for the first *-^ nr T l-nnw cnm n />n rv 1 tYlV LU1U& JL ZVX1C '? OWXXAtx vuc J V/l ft - J I name, and I looked up to see?Billings! He was looking a bit soiled and disheveled. and his eyes had a haunted look. "What the devil are you doing, sitting here?" he demanded. "I?I'm going." I said, hurriedly getting to my fee:. "Just resting?I?" "They told me I would find you here," he said. "Here you are, sit ting out here in the hot sun without any hat! Good thing, Dicky, you haven't got any?h'm!" Then he panted at me: "Say, nice way you and my sister treated me?I don't think! But I'll forgive you this time-" Here he linked his arm in mine. "I'll forgive you, if you never say anything at the club about those damned | black pajamas?nor in the family, either. Great Scott! I wouldn't have tms gei oui: "I wouldn't think of such a thing!" i I exclaimed, immeasurably relieved, j but indignant, as well. He led me ; across the turf. "Oh, I've had an awful time, Dicky! Awful!"?he lifted his Jbands?"Oh, I. i I don't want to tell you about it?I don^t want even to tbink about it myself!" I I inurmured something sympathetic, 1 for I felt sympathetic with anything; : ! besides, there still lingered a bit of j i 1 J ? ^ fVrtm tho T-T o i H O ] 1> P T p" nil T1P h iiuiu 0 r i and I could imagine from that what ! his feelings must have been, i "By George, Dicky," he burst out [ again, "the way I've been shut up and ; treated just seems like some infernal ! conspiracy. Good thing Jack Ellsworth's dad had a pull with the mayor ?tell you all the whole rotten busi- I ness when I can talk about it quietly." J "That's right! that's right!" I said i soothingly, "wouldn't think about it at | /?!???.(> XT/-w nen I I ftil iJOW, viu Liiay. 11 v uog avxuiu'u | ing him, you know, that he had shut j himself up Besides, the wandering j of his mind to Jack Ellsworth and his | father showed me that even yet he j was not quite himself. I Billings mopped his forehead. "My, ! but it was hot in that hole!" he ex- j claimed. "And that reminds me? j have you seen the governor this morn- j ing? No? Well, talk about hot! j George, but the old man was hot un- 1 der the collar when I saw him just nr., ) And ha lnnlre HVp h? had been dropped from a shot tower! It's this case he's working on, I guess, or else i it's about Francis. He's found out what I knew." "Do?do you think so?" I questioned ! nervously. "Pretty sure," said Billings care- j lessly. "Fact is, he's already fixing j up to send Francis to some kind of I reformatory?heard him making the arrangements over the 'phone"?I was i glad he didn't look at me as he rat-! i,-J ?? TITntr fho cnv* I U6U UU auu, vj iuc TT uj , vuv ow | ernor told me to tell you not to say j a word to Francis?I suppose you'll understand." Understand? Oh, yes, I understood! "And he said he wanted to see you." j "Is-?-is he here?" I stammered, pull- j ing back. i I "Thank goodness, no. Gone to meet i Colonel Francis Kirkland?say, don't say anything about it?wants to sur! prise his daughter, you know. On his way to London via San Francisco? arrived at Washington a few days ; ago." v [ Oh, the frump's father! Much I; 1 cared! But knowing how interested i he was in her, I tried to show an In-1 terest. | "Colonel \ Francis?er ? isn't his I daughter named after him?" And I j | felt myself grow jolly red, for I re| membered that she had told me that j j about her friend as she sat on the j i arm of the Morris chair and In the i j black pajamas. "Hanged} if I know," said Billings, | carelessly.' "I don't know what her j I name is?don't remember that I ever; , heard." He whistled. "Say, but did I you ever see anything as stunningly j ! pretty in your life?" I balked. By Jove, I had been do! ing some mild lying within the past j twenty-four hours, but this was ask-1 I iris too much. Dash me if I just could it that's all. But he didn't.seem ov ? v - . : to notice. He slapped me on the back. "By i George, Dicky, there's just the girl cut out for you, old chap?take my | tip. I think she likes you, too? could see it just now when I was talking about you." So that was it, I reflected gloomily. ; The frump now was to be worked off : on me, and I was expected to stand ! for it. I was to be a sort of what-youI call-it offering on the altar of friend-j j ship. That was the condition upon i which lie was paiuumg up tmxi&o. , Billings laughed suddenly. "But, ! oh, I tell you it would be hard on i Francis?a regular knockout, by | George!" Devilish brutal for him to say so, I i thought.. I ! "Do you chink so?" I questioned ; dismally. "Would Frances really1 j care?" ? "Oh, yes," he said lightly. "Soon : get over it, though?puppy love, you j know." Puppy love, indeed! By Jove, how I I hated Billings! He went on: "Suppose you ,never heard anything of the professor and ; the pajamas?" I had not, and I was devilish sick of pajamas, anyway. "And say, Dicky, I don't remember , that I ever thanked you properly, old ; man, for putting up my kid brother the other night. He says you treated him like a brick and that you and he I got to be great pals. So much obliged, , old chap, because he wanted to go running around, you know." 4,Your brother?" I questioned, astoni ished, and I guess my face must have | showed it, for Billings' eyes, first, opening wide, narrowed, and his countenance began to gather an angry red. He stopped short. "Didn't he stay with you?" he snap-, ped. I I stared blankly. -Why, Billings? I didn't know?I didn't remember you had a brother. I never have seec mm. Billings' face swelled redder, and lie struck his fist down witn an oath. He looked angrily toward the house. Then he stepped hurriedly In advance of I me. ; "Excuse me, old chap, will you?'" ; he said, his voice hardened. "W11J see you at luncheon?make yourself at home, won't you?" I CHAPTER XXX. Under the Pergola. Make myself at home! I sneaked under the quiet shade in a convenient pergola, and, dropping upon a bench, gazed gloomily at the sunlight patches at my feet. "Oh, here you are, eh?" broke harsh, ly upon me. I looked up, startled from my mood. There, hands upon his hips and scowling, stood?the chauffeur! I frowned, but the fellow just moved nearer. "I guess mamma's baby don't feel so ; spry this morning!" he jeered. "Does Its little heady-cums ache-ums?eh?" j I grunted rather wearily. "If It J does, my good fellow, it's none of your i business. Don't bother me!" I shifted ! the other way. I "Oh, isn't it?"?his tone quickened truculently?"Well, maybe I'll make j it my business!" He jerked his arm i at me, continuing sharply: "Look here, j you glass-eyed monkey-jack, don't you get flip with me this morning"?he ] lauirKaH /?Aoraolr?"nr T'll think VOU i AUUfjUVU WUA wv*J W* A. . ? w. J want some more! Do you?" I turned my head and, polishing my j monocle carefully, gave it a tight screw and took him in slowly, beginning with his yellow mop of hair and ending with the toes of his soiled canvas shoes. By Jove, I was sure they'd never been whitened since he bought them. I seemed to anger him. He uttered a sort of snort with a mutter uncomplimentary and strode forward, tow-, ering above me where I sat. "Answer, when I'm talking to you, j you sapneaaea iooi," ne Denowea, or i I'll wring your neck! I asked if you wanted some more." I I stretched my arms, trying their | muscle room in a lengthy yawn, ana blinked at him with my free eye, won- j dering where the deuce he got the! crimson hat band. By Jove, that was the most dashed Impertinent thing of! all! | "More what?" I drawled indifferent-! ly. "More?of that!" ? viciously ? and thwack his knuckles struck against the iron back of the jolly bench. For I wasn't there, don't you know. "Huh! Think you're some smart, don't you?'' he sneered, hitching his trousers band. "Now, look here"? he leveled his finger?"you're a guest here and I know I oughtn't to do it, and I hate it for Jack's sake, but I'm feeling I'll just have to give you another trimming this lovely morning!" He chuckled, rolling his lips and spreading them till I could see every tooth. He moved toward me leisurely, slipping up his sleeves. "What you got last night, sonny, was for your own sake, but this time it's going to be for Frances'?you fishworm!" "Guess we'll leave Miss Frances out of it, don't you know," 1 remonstrated. Dash the fellow's impudence! Then, remembering I was wearing a coat of ^oT?t- oVio'Hnt that was the very devil UCU A VWVTAVW w? _ _ for showing every speck of dust, I slipped out of it and looked about for somewhere to hang it. Not a dashed place, of course; not a thing, you know, except nails here and there in the wooden uprights of the pergola, and of course nails wouldn't do to hang a coat on. So I just folded the jolly thing carefully?very carefully, just as I had seen Jenkins do?and then I held it on my arm. The chap had been shifting about me in a curve, clucking his tongue contemDtuously and muttering, and getting more jolly red-eyed and abusive every minute. "Be a man!" he snarled. "You blamed tailor's dummy, be a man!" And he struck his chest a blow to rihow me what he meant. And just then I remembered tc smooth my hair-part. "Oh, you?" With a growl lfke a bear, he swept both his hands to his Iiv/V i fl I'W r/ N '1 ' 'MM*' tih . f <s\r y \ "Be a Man," He Snarled. head and whirled them through h! great yellow pile, leaving each ha*, standing on end like the quills of the fretful what's-its-name. Then he danced toward me, pausing irregularly to double over with a chuckle. "Oh, this is too good!" he yelped "But I can't help it; I jest can't re ! ' "A +Via mnnoir T .1 T>7io T j knnw t.hevT 1UOO l"C muuv.', jLiiuuiv. j. ? _. send me away for this, but?Oh, mam ma!" And over he'd double again. Oddest thing, isn't it, how youi jolly active mind will wrander at the i rummest times; and I had a thoughl then of how, when I was a delicate boy, bully old Doctor Dake and Doc- j tor Madden had prescribed a punch- f ing-bag, and -later boxing-gloves. And ; T thought with a pang of what ripping times the governor and I had, scrapping, and of what knocks he gradu- j ally began to give me until he forcec j me to learn to come back harder Jove, what corking hours we had! j And then when Chugsey, the retired J English light-weight champion, came to butler?oh, what smashing threehanded rounds we used to have! Bully old governor, who was never so busy 1-?- ? 1 ? U.l I 1 J on uxs stsimuiis uul wuai ue couiu take a walk or a ride with me; or j talk w^h me, or fight with me! Why, j he? By Jove, my dashed monocle got so i cloudy of a sudden, I almost missed the chauffeur's move?almost, don't you know! I Ana men? "I say, you know!" I said disgustedly, as I screwed, my monocle at | him there, his yellow mat sticking out j of sight through the jolly vines. "Aw- j fully raw thing to strike at a man and leave your guard open like that ?I could have put it over your heart, j don t you know! I heard a little sound behind me and there was she! "Oh!" I gasped as I slipped into my coat. And now I was miserable, for I remembered how kind this chauffeur, Scoggins, had been to heiT And for her to have seen me in this vulgar row! "Yes, I saw it all," she said, as 1 moved toward her, murmuring some jolly effort at apology. Her eyes were sinning, i saw it an, sir?ana neara. i And just when I had hunted you up with these!"?and then I saw that he? arms were burgeoning with roses. "See what I've been doing for you, sir!" "For me?" By Jove, it was all I could say as I took them! "And you ran off!" She pouted adorably?naturally, too, dash it. I've seen them put it on when they looked like they had toothache. "How am I ever going to thank you about the pajamas?" By Jove, her big blue eyes looked me frankly in the face. There I was never a quiver of embarrassment. "It's wonderful?and to find them here!" "I'd?I'd have got 'em to you sooner," I faltered, ..swallowing, "but they've been lost a day or two?thief I stole them from my rooms, you know." "How on earth did you ever get hold of them? I never expected to see those pajamas again. Oh, you must tell me all about how you managed it!"?and we moved away?"I j just wish father were here!" I didn't! Dash it, it made me squirm i to think of his return. A a wa l?kft th? -n^rcnla. h#?blnd. T *? " ~ -y~~ ? * ?<=>? , looked backward through its arch, and j there was the chauffeur, standing in ; the shadows, looking after us. And ; long after, as we turned from the ! straight avenue leading through the ! pergola, I descried his figure, still I looking after us, unchanged, imi movable. It was rum! But I had other things to think of as we sat out in the loggia?chiefly I of her, herself; withal, wondering gloomily what her father would say ; when he found I had disobeyed his in1 junction about not speaking to her. Presently the summons to luncheon : came, and we went in. i From up-stairs came sounds indlcat-1 ing great hilarity on Billings' part, j | In fact, we could hear him slapping i his knee and screaming. The frump j loo&ea at me auAiuusijr. ( ! "Why, I understood he was all right | agaiil," she said aside. I shook my head dubiously. I had | seen in the past day or two how rapid- j , ly Billings' moods shifted. Twenty i j minutes since he had looked enraged, j "Oh, this is too good?but keep it j mum!" we heard. "Come on, Professor!" "Professor?" The frump looked at Frances, then at Wilkes inquiringly. "I didn't know, miss," he murmured contritely. " 'S why I didn't mention it" ! We were crossing the great hall in the direction of the beautiful dining-: ' * * n T i.V.1^1. ' j room Deycna?Jiaizaoeiaan, jl uimiv. Frances said it was. We all paused ' ?xpectajitly as Billings rolled down I the stairs in his usual jolly, elephanI tine way. And then on the landing ap| peared an apparition?not only an ap- j i parition, but, by Jove, a scarecrow, as ' well! t Professor Doozenb jrry, blandly smil-! ing?his rail-like figure shrouded flab! bily in one of Billings' largest and loudest suits! Billings went through the form of introductions, chuckling; 1 i . idiotically the while. 'But tne proiea' sor scarcely noticed any one but th^J frump. j f "Don't wait, Wilkes," Billings di-'| , rected. His nod beckoned me aside, j "Gentleman sulking in his tent over j here I want you to meet," he said.' And I followed him to the library ^ A j ! figure pacing the floor turned sharply, | i By Jove, it was the chauffeur, and 1 how he did scowl at me! "Now, young man," said Billings sternly, "perhaps you'll have the nerve ' to tell me before Mr. Lightnut himself ! that you were his guest on your way; ! home from Harvard." "I certainly was!" He made the i statement, chin up and eyes blazing. "I was his guest at the Kahoka Wednesday night, and he knows it." Billings looked at me and shrugged his shouMers. "Don't bother denying it, old man," he said. "It's all right." "Oh, but I say?it isn't!" I ex-; claimed in disgusted amaze. "Dashed ; impertinence, you know?never saw +V110 follow hofnrp the? morninsr at the ?er?boat, and day before yesterday : when I?" I halted, remembering. But the fellow was shaking his finger at me. "A-a-a!" he jeered like a school-j boy. "Why don't you finish? Bet you don't know, Jack, that this paragon rriend of yours was up here oil the train day before yesterday." Billings ! stared, for he did not know. The chap grew more impudent.: "Yah, see him turn red!" "By Jove!" I exclaimed, warmingj up, you know. "Say, Biilings, who the devil is tils fellow?" And I advanced angrily?dashed annoyed, you know. Billings interposed. "My brother," he said quietly. "Yes, his brother," almost shouted | the other. Then he lowered his voice at Billings' command: "And I say, you didn't tell jack you were on the train yesterday, posing as a 'Mr. Smith,' and that you insulted Frances." He shcok off his brother's hand 1 **>??'t * angrily. "Oh, yes he did?sister told me about it! I knew It was you when. l got to tninmng aDOut it :nis morning!" He panted for breath. "I can't call you a liar, Lightnut, when you say I wasn't at your rooms, because you're a quicker hitter than I am, and?" He looked around and shrugged. "And because we are in thia house. But you're an infernal hyporritA and T want .larlr tr? lrnnw it/* He laughed mockingly and faced Ma brother. "Ask your friend, Mr. Lightnut, about that girl In black pajamas in his rooms!" And he flung himself from the room, with a Parthian shot: "Ask him to tell you about her as he did me. Aak him who it was!" Billings seemed to groan. "More black pajamas!" he muttered. T Vim nnrrnrlTT "T nnrnv" +a1H JL iOV^CU U1U1 OagCi A J JL UV V Vi WVt\4 him about her?I'll swear I didn't,'* I pleaded miserably. "You know all there is to know, Jack. I wouldn't tell anybody In the world a thing like And This Was the Frump's Father. that I?love her too well. Much less would I go and tell her own brother." "Wha-a-a-at?" Billings' fat body almost leaped into the air. "What the f devil?say, old chap, what are you talking about?" "And, besides, she's forgiven me," I persisted gloomily. "And I love her? and?and we're going to be married? or I hope so, dash it!" Billings stared at me with popping eyes for an instant. Theu he lifted my chin and looked at me'anxiously. "Are you quite well, old man?" ha asked. "Headache, or anything like that? By George, it's from sitting oat in the sun without a hat. Marry my, sister?" He wagged his head lugubriously. * "What?Elizabeth? Oh, good heavens!" |- ' ' ? "No?Frances," I explained anxlously. j He stared. "Francis?" Then his, arm led me out. "Come along, old chap," he said with an air of concern. "We'll get a little ice?" I 1 i.1. UmII I mere was a ousue near mo uau i entrance, and I heard a commanding voice I recognized as that of Judge! Billings: I "Come right in, Colonel, and we will I try to make you forget that little ex-J asperation?do you know I just can't 1* get over the idea that I've seen you somewhere and recently? Hello, Jack! Colonel Kirkland,. my eldest boy* Jack?named after his mother, Johanna. Look here, Jack, has everybody on the blithering police force gone crazy about pajamas? Most Infernal outrage?pardon me, Colonel Kirkland?three policemen wanted to arrest him on description?dragnet order, they said?for stealing a pair of silk pajamas. Even hear the like ? c O'J _ UI Liiat; - -? Billings' voice murmured something, and then I was dully conscious of my .name being passed and of the fact that I was limply shaking a hand. , But I don't remember uttering a w d ?couldn't, by Tove, tar ?y j, tongue was paralyzed. Didn't kno what to <Iol didn't kSoW what to say, you know, for there before mp eyes, recognizable and unmistakably d?* spite frock coat and white choker tT&? was the figure of "Foxy Grandpa." The beefy face, white mutton chop whiskers and bald head were as indelibly imprinted on my memory as the sunburn line that fenced his fiery face. And this was the frump's father, and it was for him she was scheming to make a home! (0 be continued;) A COMMON ERROR. The Same Mistake Is Made by Many IVewberry People. It's a common error To plaster the aching back, To rub with liniments, rheumatic joints, If the trouble comes from the kid- I neys. It's time to use Doan's Kidney Pills. Here is convincing proof of merit. W. P. Shealy, 426 E. Main St., Laurens, S. Car., says: "My back was in bad shape and I was hardly able to get about. I was advised to try uoan s Kidney Pills and did so. The contents of one box brought me complete relief. I recommend this remedy highly." "When Your Back is Lame?Remember the Name." Don't simply ask for a kidney remedy?ask distinctly for Down's Kidney Pil's?thy same that irfr. Sliealy had. ?0c all stores. Fosier-Milburn Co., Props., Buffalo, N. Y.