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THE KIND OF AmEsi ed is very much a matter It is important, though, a frames set properly on Z and at the right distance e eyes: that the lenses be z y centered. and how are -know when one is ,uess asses Right, d Sight." sBuitman, ~ R AND OPTICIAN. St., - Sumter. S. C. a 'FHONE 194. SUMERS OF er Beer. r in position to ship our the State at the following EXPORT. rew-Pints, at $1.1@ per doz. -Pints, at ......90c per doz. P. M.-Piats, at 90c per doz. AN -MALT EX TRACT. Tonic and Food for Nursing and, Invalids. Brewed from grade of Barley Malt and Hops, at.. .$1.10 per doz. eL by all Diprries, or send ers direct. ers shall have our prompt and antion. ust accompany all orders. * THE ANIA BREWING 00., Charleston, S. C. Os, Wagons, Road -an4 Oarriages AIRE3D Reatness and Despaish -AT A WHITE'S HEFRLWRIGHT and LACKSMfTH SHOP. Pai/rStoves, Pumps ana run water or1 will put down a new Pump on need any soldering done, give call - LAMIE. horse -lame. Why? Because I ve it shod by R. A. White, that puts on such neat shoes m akest horses travel with so much Make Them Look New. eare making -a specialty of re old Buggies, Carriages, Road isan Wagoas chea. neand see mne. My prices will syou, andTguarantee all of my *op~ on corner below R. M. Dean's. KA. WHITE, MANNiNG. S. C. iAI#NING, 8. 0. saets a general banking busi ~ompt anid special attention given dpoitirSresiding out of town. eposits solicited. I collections have prompt atten usness hours from 9 a. mn. to 2 SJOSEPH SPROTT, LEV1, Cashier. -President. BOARED OF DIRECToBS. WMcLzoD, W. E. BaO ws, . NEISEN, JosErH Spso-r - A. Lsvr. digestion Causes Catarrh of the Stomach. many years it has been supposed that ih of the Stomach caused indigestion dyspepsia, but the truth is exactly the ite. indigestion causes catarrh. Re ted attacks of indigestion inf lames the ous membranes lining the stomach and esthe nerves of the stomach, thus caus teglands to secrete mucin instead of juices of natural digestion. This is d Catarrh of the Stomach. od Dyspepsia Cure vs all inflammation of the mucous mbranes lining the stomach, protects the reand cures bad breath, sour risings, a use of fullness after eating. indigestion, yesia and all stomach troubies. dot Digets What You Eat MaeteStomach Sweet. esonly. Regular size. st .00. holding 2ji timnes the trial size, which sells for 50 cents. pared by E. C. DeWITT & CO., Chicago, iII. he R. B. Loryea Drug Stere. 7s. r. RHAME. J- El. LESESNEZ. AME & LESESNE, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, - MANNING, S. C. PARKER'S HAIR BALSAM X6 + + GEORGE BM * Copyright, 1901, byi Ikrh~crt, S. St 4. CHIAPTER~ III. MtISS GUGGENSLoCKER. laugedlooking down Into her serious, upturned face. She broke away from him and threw herself into the arms of tall, excited Uncle Caspar. The con ductor, several trainmen and a few ca ger passengers came up, the former crusty and snappish. "Well, get aboard:' he growled. "We can't waiit all night." The young lady looked up quickly. her sensitive face cringing beneath the rough command. Lorry stepped in stantly to the conductor's side, shook his finger vigorously under his nose and exclaimed in no uncertain tones: "Now, that's enough from you: If I hear another word out of you, I'll make you sn'eat blood before tomorrow morning. Understand, my friend." "Aw, who are you?" demanded the conductor belligerently. "You'll learn that soon enough- After this you'll have sense enough to find out whom you are talking to before you open that mouth of yours. Not an other word:" Mr. Grenfall Lorry was not president of the road, nor was he in any way connected with it, but his well assumed air of authority caused the trainman's ire to dissolve at once "Excuse me, sir. I've been worried to death on this run. I meant no of fense. That old gentleman has threat ened to kill me. Just now he took out his watch and said if I did not run back for his niece in two minutes he'd call me out and run me through. I'e been nearly crazy here. For the life of me I don't see how you happened to be" "Oh, that's all right. Let's be off," cried Lorry, .who had fallen some dis tance behind his late companion and her uncle. Hlurrying after them, he reached her side in time to assist her in mounting the car steps. "Thank you," smiling down upon him bewitchingly. At the top of the steps she was met by her aunt, behind whom stood the anxious man servant and the -aid. Into the coach she was drawn by the relieved old lady, who was crit ically inspecting her personal appear ance when Lorry and the foreigner en tered. "Ach, it was so wild and exhilarating, Aunt Yvonne," the girl, was saying, her eyes sparkling. She stood straight and firm, her chin in the air, her hands in those of her aunt. The little traveling cap was on the. side of her head, her hair was loose and very much awry, strands straying here, curls blowing there in utter confusion. Lorry fairly gasped with admiration for the loveli ness that would not be vanquished. "We came like the wind. I shall ner er, never forget it," she said. "But how could you have remained there, child? Tell me how it happened. We have been frantic," said her aunt, oalf In English, half in German. "Not now, dear Aunt Yvonne. See my hair! What a fright I must be: Fortunate man, your hair cannot be so unruly as mine. Oh!" The exclamation was one of alarm. In an Instant she was at his side, peering with terrified eyes at the bloodstains on his neck and face. "It is blood! You are hurt! Uncle' Caspar, Hedrick-quick! Attend him! Come to my room at once. You are suf fering. Minna, find bandages!" She dragged him to the door of her section before he could interpose a re monstrance. "It is nothing - a mere scratch. Bumped my head against the side of the coach. Please doit worry about it; I can care for myself. Reahly, it doesn't" '"Bu it t does: It has bled terribly. Sit there! Now, Hedrick, some water." Hedrick rushed off and was back in a moment with a basin of water, a sponge and a towel, and before Gren ail fully knew what was happening the man servant was bathing his head, the others looking on anxiously, the young lady apprehensively, her han clasped before her as she bent over to inspect the wound above his car. "It is quite an ugly cut," said Uncle Caspar critically. "Does it pain you, sir?" "Oh, not a great deal," answered Lor ry, closing his eyes comfortably. It was al very pleasant, he thought. "Should it not have stitches, Uncle Caspar?" asked the sweet, cager voice. "I think not The flow is stanched. If the gentleman will allow Hedrick to trim the hair away for a plaster and then bandage it I think the wound will give him no trouble." The old man spoke slowly and in very good English. "Really, uncle, is it not serious?" "No, no," interposed Grenfall Lorry. "I knew It w~is a trifle. You cannot break an American's head. Let me go to my own section, and I'll be ready to present myself as good as new in ten minutes." "You must let Hedrick bandage your head," she insisted. "Go with him, Hedrick." Grenfall arose and started toward his section, followed by Hedrick. "I trust you were not hurt during that reckless ride," he said, more as a question, stopping in the aisle to look' back at her. "I should have been a mass of bruis es, gashes and lumps had it not been for one thing," she said, a fai'nt flush coming to her cheek, although her eyes looked unfalteringly into his. "Will you join us in the dining car? I will have a place prepared for you at our Itable.''" "Thank you. You are very good. I shall join you as soon as I am presenta "We are to be honored, sir," said the old gentleman, but in such a way that Grenfall had a distinct feeling that it was he who was to be honored. Aunt Yvonne smiled graciously, and he took his departure. \While Iledrick was dressing the jagged little c'Ut Grenfall complacently surveyed the patient in the mirror opposite and said to himself a hundred times: "You lucky dog! It was worth forty gashes like this. By Jove, she's divine:" In a fever of eager hast ne bathed and attired himself for dinner, the im perturbable Hedriek assisting. One query tilled the Amnerlean's' mind, "I wonder if I am to sit beside her." And then: "I have sat beside her: There can never again be such delight!" It was 7 o'clock before his rather un usual toilet was completed. "See If they have gone to the diner, Hledrick," he said to the manservant, who de parted ceremoniously. "I don't kn wh r hnhold be so N. 4-? STA O. By... tR McCUTCHEON very 1)Titr. Uisernl Lorry,- gazm ug wonderingly -after him. "I'm not a king. That reminds me. I must intro duce myself. She doesn't know me from Adam." Hedrick returned and announced that they had just gone to the dining car and were awaiting him there. le hur ried to the diner and made his way to their table. Uncle Caspar and his niece were facing 1im as he came up be tween tl:e tables. and he saw, with no little regret. that he was to sit beside the aunt-directly opposite the girl, however. She smiled up at him as he stood before them, bowing. He saw the expression of inquiry in those deep, liquid eyes of violet as their gaze wan dered over his hair. "Your head? I see no bandage," she said reproachfully. "There is a small plaster, and that is all. Only heroes may have dangerous wounds," he said laughingly. "Is beroism in America measured by the number of stitches or the size of the plaster?" she asked pointedly. "In my country it is a joy and not a ca lamity. Wounds are the misfortune of valor. Pray be seated, Mr. Lorry-is it not?" she said, pronouncing it quaintly. le sat down rather suddenly on hear ing her utter his name. HIow had she learned it? Not a soul on the train knew it, he was sure. "I am Caspar Gtuggenslocker. Permit me, Mr. Lorry, to present my wife and my niece, Miss Guggensloeker," said the uncle more gracefully than he had ever heard such a thing uttered before. In a daze, stunned by the name Guggenslocker-mystified over their acquaintance with his own when he had been foiled at every fair attempt to learn theirs, Lorry could only mum ble his acknowledgments. In all his life he had never lost command of him self as at this moment. Guggenslocker! "You lucky dog!" He could feel the dank sweat of disap pointment starting on his brow. A butcher-a beer maker-a cobbler-a gardener-all synonyms of Guggen slocker. A sausage manufacturer's niece-Miss Guggenslocker! He tried to glance unconcernedly at her as he took up his napkin, but his eyes way eredJ helplessly. She was looking se renely at him, yet he fancied he saw a shadow of mockery in her blue eyes. "If you yrere a novel writer, MIr. Lor ry, what manner of heroine would you choose?" she asked, with a smile so tantalizing that he understood in stinctively why she was reviving a tpic once abandoned. His confusion was increased. Her uncle and aunt were regarding him calmly-expectant ly, he imagined. "-I have no ambition to be a novel writer," he said, "so I have not made a study of heroines." "But you would have an ideal," she persisted. "I'm sure I-I don't-that is, she would not necessarily be a heroine.-UVn less, of course, it would require hero ism to pose as an ideal for such a prosaic fellow as I." "To begin with, you would call her Ciarabel MIontrose or something equal ly as impossible. You kutw the name of a heroine in a novel must be eu phonious. That is an exacting rule." It was an open taunt, and he couid see that she was enjoying his discomfiture. It aroused his indignation and his wits. "I would first give my hero a distin guished name. No matter what the heroine's name might be. pretty or oth erwise, I could easily change it to his in the last chapter." She flushed be neath his now bright, keen eyes and the ready though unexpected retort. Uncle Caspar placed his napkin to his lips and oughed. Aunt Yvonne studi ously inspected her bill of fare. "No matter what you call a rose, it is al ways sweet," he added meaningly. At this she laughed ;god naturedly. He marveled at her white teeth and red lips. A rose, after all. Guggen sloker, rose; rose, not Guggenslocker. No, no! A rose only! He fancied he caught a sly look of triumph in her uncle's swift glance toward her. But Uncle Caspar was not a rose. lIe wvas Gugg~nslocker. Guggenslocker--butch er Still he did not look the part; no, indeed. That extraordinary man a butcher, a gardener, a-and Aunt Yvonne? Yet they were Guggenslock "Here is the waiter." the girl ob served to his relief. '-I am famished after my pleasant drive. It was so bracing, was it not, Mr. Grenfall Lor "Give me a mountain ride always as an appetizer," he said obligingly, and so ended the jest about a name. The orders for the dinner were given, and the quartet sat back in their chairs to awaIt the coming of the soup. Gren fall was still wondering how she had learned his name, and was on the point of asking -several times during the conventional discussion of the weather, the train and the mountains. He considerately refrained, however, unwilling to embarrass her. "Aunt Yvonne tells me she never ex pected to see me alive after the station agent telegraphed that wve were com ing overland in that awful old carriage. The agent at P-- says it is a danger ous road, at the very edge of the moun tain Ie also increased the composure of my uncle and aunt by telling them that a wagon rolled off yesterday, kill ing a man, two women and two horses. Dear Aunt Yvonne, how troubled you must have been:". "I'n canfes there were times whenI th-oii-lit iid'~weir6111fg -w- the mountain," said Lorry, with a relieved shake of the head. "Sometimes I thought we were soar ing through space, whether upward or downward I could not tell. We never failed to come to earth, though, did wer- she laughingly asked. "Emphatically! Earth and a little grief," he said, putting his hand to his head. "Does it pain you?" she asked quick ly. "Not in tae least. I was merely feel ing to see if the cut were still there. Mr.-MIr. Guggenslocker, did the con ductor object to holding the train?" he asked, remembering what the conduc tor haid told him of the old gentleman's actions. "At first, but I soon convinced him that it should be held," said the other quietly. "My husband spoke very harshly to the poor man," added Aunt Yvonne. "But I am afraid, Caspar, he did not understand a word you said. You were very much excited." The sweet old lady's attempts at English were much more laborious than her husband's. "If he did not understand my Eng lish he was very good at guessing," said her husband grimly. "lie told me you had threatened to call him out," ventured the young man. "Call him out? Ach, a railroad con ductor!" exclaimed Uncle Caspar in fine scorn. "Caspar, I heard you say that you would call him out," interposed his wife, with reproving eyes. "Ach, God! I have made a mistake! I see it all! It was the other word I meant-down, not out! I intended to call him down, as you Americans say. I hope he will not think I challenged him." He was very much perturbed. "I think he was afraid you would," said Lorry. "He should have no fear. I could not meet a railroad conductor. Will you please tell him I could not so conde scend. Besides, dueling is murder in your country, I am told." "It usually is, sir. Much more so than in Europe." The others looked at him inquiringly. "I mean that in America when two men pull their revolvers and go to shooting at each other some one is killed-frequently both. In Europe, as I understand it, a scratch with a sword ends the combat." "You have been misinformed," ex claimed Uncle Caspar, his eyebrows elevated. -Why, Uncle Caspar has fought more duels than he can count," cried the girl proudly. "And has he slain his man every time?" asked Grenfall smilingly, glanc ing from one to the other. Aunt Yvonne shot a reproving look at the girl, whose face paled instantly, her eyes going quickly in affright to the face of her uncle. "God!" Lorry heard the old gentle man mutter. He was looking at his bill of fare, but his eyes were fixed an,! staring. The card was crumpling be tween the long, bony fingers. The American realized that a forbidden topic had been touched upon. "He has fought and he has slain," he thought as quick as a flash. "He Is no butcher, no girdener, no cobblr.' That's certain!" "Tell us, Uncle Caspar, .what you said to the conductor," cried the young lady nervously. "Tell them, Caspar, how alarmed we were," added soft voiced Aunt Yvonne. Grenfall was a silent, interested spec tator. He somehow felt as if a scene from some tragedy had been repro duced in that briefest of moments. Calmly and composedly, a half smile now in his face, the soldierly Caspar narrated the story of the train's run from one station to the other. "We did not miss you- until we had almost reached the other station. Then your Aunt Yvonne asked me where you had gone. I told her I had not seen you, but went into the coach ahead to search. You were not there. Then I went on to the dining car. Ach, you were not there. In alarm I returned to our ca'r. Your aunt and I looked every where. You were not anywhere. I sent Hedrick ahead to summon the conductor, but he had hardly left us when the engine whistled sharply and the train began to slow up in a jerky fashion. I rushed to the platform, meeting Hedrick, who was as much larmed as I. Hie said the train had been flagged and that there must be something wrong. Your aunt came out and told me that she had made a s;trange discovery." Grenfall observed that he wvas ad dressing himself exclusively to the young lady. "She had found that the gentleman in the next section was also missing. While wve were standing there in doubt and perplexity the train came to a! standstill, and soon there was shouting on the outside. I climbed down from the car and saw that we were at a lit tle station. The conductor came run ning toward me excitedly. "'Is the young lady in the car?' he asked. "'No. For heaven's sake, what have you heard?' I cried. "'Then she has been left at 0--,' he exclaimed, and used some very ex traordinary American words. "I then informed him that he should run back for you, first learning that you were alive and well. He said he would be d--d if he would-pardon the word, ladies. He was very angryI rand said he would give orders to go ahead, but I told him I would demand restitution of his government. He laughed in my face, and then I became shamelessly angry. I said to him: "'Sir, I shall call you down'-not out, as you have said-'and I shall run you through the mill.' "That was good American talk, sir, was it not, Mr. Lorry? I wanted him to understand me, so Iltried to use your very best language. Some gentlemen who arc traveling on this train and some very excellent ladies also joined in the demand that the train be held. His dispatch from 0-- said that you, Mr. Lorry, insisted' on having it held for twenty minutes. The. conductor in sulted you, sir, by saying that you had more-ah, what is it?--gall than any idiot he had ever seen. When he said that, although I did not fully under stand that it was a reflection on you, so ignorant am I of your language, I took occasion to tell him that you were a gentleman and a friend of mine. He asked me your name, but as I did not know it I could only tell him that he would learn it soon enough. Then he said something which has puzzled me ever since. He told me to close my face. What did he mean by that, Mr. Lor "Well, Mr. Guggensloclker, that means in refined American 'stop talk ing,'" said Lorry, controlling a desire to shout. "Ach, that accounts for his surprise when I talked louder and faster than ever. I did not know what he meant. He said positively he would not wait, but just then a second message came from the other station. I did not know what it was then, but a gentleman told me +1,at it ist+.r.+te him to hold the tinjifif be wantu10 W hdolu is JO.7Jo is situation,, is it not? Well, when he read that message he said he would wait just twenty minutes. H asked him to tell me how you were ccming to us, but he refused to answer. Your aunt dnd I went at once to the telegraph man and implored him to tell us the truth, and he said yoi were coming in a carriage over a very dan:gerous road. Imagine our feelings when he said some people had been killed yesterday on that very road. "When your aunt and I returned to the train we saw the conductor holding his watch. He said to me, 'In just three minutes we pull out. If they are not here by that time they can get on the best they knowhow. I've done all I can.' I did not say a word, but went to my section a.id had Hedrick get out my pistols. If the train left before you arrived it would be without its con ductor. "Then came the sound of carriage wheels and galloping horses. Almost before we knew it you were with us. I am so happy that you were not a min ute later." There was something so cool and grim in the quiet voice, something so determined in those brilliant eyes, that Grenfall felt like loolking up the con ductor to congratulate him. The din ner was served, and while it was being discussed his fair companion of the] drive graphically described the experi ence of twenty strange minutes in a shackledown mountain coach. Somehow the real flavor of romance was stricken from the ride by her can did admissions. What he had consid ered a romantic treasure was being calmly robbed of its glitter, leaving for his memory the blur of an adven ture in which he had played the part of a gallant gentleman and she a grateful lady. He was beginning to feel ashamed of the conceit that had misled him. Down In his heart he was saying, "I might have known it. I did know it. She Is not like other women." The perfect conf-dence that dwelt in the rapt faces of the otliers forced into his wondering mind the impression that this girl could do no wrong. "And, Aunt Yvonne," she said, in con clusion. "the luck which you say is mine as birthright asserted itself. I es caped unhurt, while Mr. Lorry alone possesses the pain and unpleasantness of our ride." "I possess neither," he objected. "The pain that you refer to is a pleasare." "The pain that a man endures for a woman should always be a pleasure," said Uncle Caspar smilingly. "But it could not be a pleasure to him unless the woman considered it a pain," reasoned Miss Guggenslocker. "He could not feel happy if she did not respect the pain." "And encourage it," supplemented Lorry dryly. "If you do not remind me occasionally that I am hurt, Miss Gug genslocker, I am liable to forget it." To himself he added, "I'll never learn how to say it in one breath." "If I were not so soon to part from you, I shouki be your physician, and, like all *physicians, prolong your ail ment interminably," she said prettily. "To my deepest satisfaction," he said armly, not lightly. There was noth ing further from his mind than servile flattery, as his rejoinder might imply. "Alas," he went on, "we no sooner meet than we part May I ask when you are to sail?" "On Thursday," replied Mr. Guggen slocker. "On the K~aiser Wilhelm der Grosse," added his niece, a faraway look com ing into her eyes. "We are to stop off one day, to morrow, in Washington," said Aunt Yvonne, and the jump that Lorry's heart gave was so mighty that he was afraid they could see it in his face. "Mfy uncle, has some business to transact in your city, Mr. Lorry. We are to spend tomorrow there and Wednesday in New York. Then wie saIl. Ach, how I long for Thursday!" His heart sank .like lead to the depths from which it had sprung. It required no effort on his part to see that he was alone in his Infatuation. Thursday was more to her than his existence. She could forget him and think of Thursday, and when she thought of Thursday~, the future, he was but a thing of the past, not even of the pres "Have you always lived in Washing ton, Mr. Lorry?~" asked Mrs. Gniggen slocker. "All my life," he replied, wishing at that moment that he was homeless and free to choose for himself. "You Americans live In one city and then in another," she said. "Now, in our country generation after genera tion lives and dies in one town. We are not migratory." "Mr. Lorry 2has offended its by not nowing where Graustark is located on the map," cried the young lady, and he could see tlhe flash of resentment in her eyes. "Why, my d ar sir, Graustark is in" began Uncle Caspar, but she checked him instantly. "Uncle Caslaar, you are not to tell him. I. have recommended that he study geography and discover for him self. He should be ashamed of his Ig norance." ie was not ashamed, but he mental ly vowed that before he was a day old er he would find Graustark on the map and would stock his negligent brain with all that history and the encyclo pedia had to say of the unknown land. Her uncle laughed, and, to Lorry's dis appointment, obeyed the young lady's command. "Shall I study the map of Europe, Asia or Africa?" asked he, and they laughed. "Study the map of the world," said Miss Guggenslocker proudly. "Edelweiss. Is the capital?" "Yes, our 1some city, the queen of the crags," cried she. "You should see Edelweiss, M~r. Lorry. It Is of the mountain, the plain and the sky. There are homes in the valley, homes on the mountain side and hom~es in the clouds." "And yours? From what you say it must be above the clouds-in heaven." "We are farthest from the clouds, for we live in the green valley, shaded by the white topped mountains. We may, in Edelwells, have what climate .we will. Doctors do not send us on long journeys for our health. They tell us to move up or down the mountain. We have balmy spring, glorious summer, refreshing autumn and chilly winter, ust as we like." "Ideal! I think you must be pretty well toward the south. You could not have July in January if you were far north." "True; yet we have January in July. Study your map. We are discernible to the naked eye," she said, half ironic "I care not If there are but three in habitants of Graustark, all told, it is ertainly worthy of a position on any~ map," said. Lorry gallantly, and his lis teners applauded with patriotic appre-I cation. ":By the way, Mr. Gug-Gug-~ genslocker', you say the conductor asked you for my name, and you did~ not know It. May I ask how you learned i+ a m ? m e ro i I tiiebetter ofinTand his -ciiirage was t4 increased by the champagne the old gentleman had ordered. a "I did not know your name until my niece told it to me after your arrival u in the carriage," said Uncle Caspar. t "I don't remember giving it to Miss d Guggenslocker at any time," said Lor- t] "You were not my informant," she said demurely. "Surely you did not guess It." s "Oh, no, indeed. I am no mind read- 7 er." a "My own name was the last thing you could have read in my mind In that t event, for I have not thought of it in r three days." She was sitting with her elbows on the table, her chin in her hands, a dreamy look in her blue eyes. "You say you obtained that coin from the porter on the Denver train?" s< "Within two hours after I got j ibeard." u "Well, that coin purchased your gi aame for me," she said calmly, candid- ti y. He gasped. "You-you don't mean that you"- he t stammered. u "You see, Mr. Lorry, I wanted to ti know the name of a man who came Q earest my ideal of what an American oj should be. As soon as I saw you I ti cnew that you were the American as t< [ had growrn to know him through the tl books-blg, strong, bold and comely. g hat is why I bought your name of the , >orter. I shall always say that I know I :he name of an ideal American-Gren- ci all Lorry." ti Her frank statement staggered him Ii most beyond the power of recovery. a "I-I am honored," be at last man- s iged to say, his eyes gleaming with 1 ?mbarrassment. "I trust you have not g ti d U di b a t - r, \ f( oud ou frt dgetafut emark- c d I Well, trt oen urchased our name for me."P ound your first judgment a faulty n ,%--. He felt very foolish aft~er this fiat emark. "I have remembered your name," she h4 aid graciously. His heart swelled. "There are a great many better Amer cans than I," he said. "You forget our )resident and our statesmen." "I thought they were mere politi- n Grenfall Lorry, idealized, retired to s is berth that night, his head whirling ., vith the emotions inspired by this ga trange, beautiful woman. How lovely, aj iow charming, how naive, how queen- pa y, how indifferent, how warm, how si old-how everything that puzzled him e' vas she. His last waking thought was: a "Guggenslocker! An angel with a n, iame like that!" CHAP'TER IV. 11 THE INVITATIoN EXTENDED. u] THEY were called by the porter u early the next morning.. The le train was pulling into Wash- bl ington five hours late. Grenfall I vondered as he dressed whether for- a ine would permit him to see much of y< ier during her brief day in the capital. tr After, the train had come to a stand-- 1 till he could hear the rustle of her gar- fia nents in the next compartment. Then s< ie heard her sweep into the passage, ;reet her uncle and aunt, utter a few it tommands to the maid, and, while he si vas adjusting his collar and necktie, ti >ass from the car. No man ever made 'V 1uicker time in dressing than did Lor "She'll get away, and that '11 be the mnd of it," he growled, seizing his traps A tnd rushing from the train two min- I ites after her departure. The porter a Lttempted to relieve him of his bags fi n the platform, but he brushed him n tside and was off toward the station. ye "Nice time for you to call a man, you be diot," was his parting shot for the por :er, forgetting of course that the for- s< lgners had been called at the same n fie. With eyes intent on the crowd t< thead, he plunged along, seeing nobody c. n his disappointed flight. "I'll never orgive myself if I miss her," he was b valling to himself. She was not to be A en in the waiting rooms, so he rushed t< :o the sdewalk. h: "Baggage transferred?" t "Cab, sir." "Go to the devil-yes, here! Take II :h ese traps and checks and rush my n ttuff to - W-- avenue. Trunks just ti a on . and 0.," he cried, tossing his p )urdens to a transfer man and giving A ilm the checks so quickly that the fel ow's sleepy eyes opened wider than g ;hey had been for a month. Relieved r >f his impediments, he returned to the aation.a "Good morning, Mr. Lorry. Are you t .n too much of a hurry to see your 0 l'riends?" cried a clear, musical voice, and he stopped as if shot The anxious Crown flew from his brow and was sue 3eeded instantaneously by a glad smile. s ie wheeled and beheld her, with Aunt EToanne, standing near the main en trance to the station. "Why, good morn ng," he exclaimed, extending his hand ;ladly. To his amazement she drew lierself up haughtily and ignored the proffered hand. Only a brief second did e~ this strange and uncalled for hauteur >btain. A bright smile swept over her race, and her repentant fingers sought h his timidly, even awkwardly. Some thing told him that she was not ac 2ustomaed to handshaking; that sameb something impelled him to bend low h and touch the gloved fingers with his is. He straightened, with face glushed, half fearful lest his act had been observed by curious loungers, and L be had taken a liberty in a public place ivhich could not be condoned. But she t Imiled serenely, approvingly. There g was not the faintest sign of embarrass- J meat or confusion in the lovely face. er Anyy other girl in the world, he thought, t would have jerked her hand away and pI giggled furiously. Aunt Yvonne in elined her head slightly, but did not l proffer her hand. H~e wisely refrained (rom extending his own. "I thought k rouu had left the station," he said. e "We are waiting for Uncle Caspar, h who is giving Hledrick instructions. pi Heddrick, you know, Is to go on to New fe Yor with our b~oxes. He will have bl them pboard ship whe'n we arrive ha ther. Al that we have with us is el and luggage. 'We leave . -:-wugton )nIght." "I had hoped you might stay over for few days." "It is urgent business that compels s to leave so hastily, Mr. Lorry. Of I1 the cities in the world, I have most esired to see the capital of your coun -y. Ierhaps I may return some day. ut do not let us detain you if you are i a hurry." Ile started, looked guilty, stammered >nething about baggage, said he -ould return in a moment, and rushed Inilessly away. his ears fiery. "i'm all kinds of a fool," he mut red as he raced around the baggage >om and then back to where he had ft the two ladies. Mr. Guggenslocker ad joined them, and they were prepar ig to depart. Miss Guggenslocker's ice expressed pleasure at seeing him. "We thought you would never return, long were you gone," she cried gay He had been gone just two min tes by the watch. The old gentleman -eeted him warmly, and Lorry asked iem to what hotel they were going. n being Informed that they expected > spend the day at the Ebbitt he vol. tecred to accompany them, saying iat he intended to breakfast there. uicker than a flash a glance unfath able as it was brief passed between te three, not quickly enough, however, > escape his keen, watchful eyes, on ie alert since the beginning of his ac naintance with them, in conjunction ith his ears, to catch something that ight satisfy in a measure his burning iriosity. What was the meaning of :at glance? It half angered him, for it he thought he could distinguish noyance, apprehension, dismay or >ething equally disquieting. Before e could stiffen his long frame and re vent to the dignified reconsidera on that flew to his mind the young ,dy dispelled all pain and displeasure, mding him Into raptures by saying: "How good of you! We shall be so lighted to have you breakfast with 3, Mr. Lorry, if it is convenient for >u. You can talk to us of your won rful city. I am sure we cannot trou te you muclh longer." He expostulated gallantly and de ghtedly and then hurried forth to call cab. At 8 o'clock he breakfasted with iem, his infatuation growing deeper id stronger as he sat for the hour be ?ath the spell of those eyes, the glori is face, the sweet, imperial air that 'as a part of her, strange and unaf 'eted. As they were leaving the din g room he asked if she would not rive with him. His ardent gallantry met with a sur ising rebuke. Her voice, a moment Io sweet and affable, change(c its >ne instantly to one so proud and ar gant that he could scarcely believe is ears. "I shall be engaged during the entire iy, Mr. Lorry," she said slowly, look tg him fairly in the eyes with cruel sitiveness. For a moment he dared )t speak. "I have reason to feel thankful that U are to be engaged," he said at last lmly, without taking his eyes from rs. "I am forced to believe, much to y regret, that I have offended when intended to please. You will pardon y temerity." There was no mistakiig the resent ent in his voice or the glitter in his res. Impulsively her little hand was retched forth, falling upon his arm, 'bile into her eyes came again the soft ow and to her lips the most pathetic, pealing smile, the forerunner of a. etty plea for forgiveness. The change nrtled and puzzled him more than rer. In one moment she was unrea mably rude and imperious, in the at gracious and imploring. "Forgive me," she cried, the blue -es battling bravely against the steel Sthe gray ones above. "I was so civil! Perhaps I cannot make you derstand why I spoke as I did, but, t me say, I richly deserved the re ie. Pray forgive me and forget that have been disagreeable. Do not ask .e to tell you why I was so rude to >u just now, but overlook my unkind eatment of your invitation. Please, r. Lorry, I beg df you-I beg for the st time in my life. You have been good to me, be good to me still." His wrath melted away like snow be >re the sunshine. How could he resist ich an appeal? "I beg for the first me in my life," whirled in his brain. rhat did she mean by that? "I absolve the penitent," he said -avely. "I thank you. You are still my ideal merlcan-courteouls, bold and gentle. do not wonder that Americans can be asterful men. And now I thank you >r your invitation and ask you to let e withdraw my implied refusal. If u will take me for the drive I shall delighted and more than grateful." "You make me happy again," he said >ftly, as they drew near the elder embers of the party, who had paused Swait for them. "I shall ask your un e and aunt to accompany us." "ncle Caspar will be busy all day, at I am sure my aunt will be charmed. unt Yvonne, Mr. Lorry has asked us > drive with him over the city, and I ve accepted for you. When are we Sstart, Mr. Lorry?" Mr. and Mrs. Guggenslocker stared ia bewildered sort of manner at their Lece. Then Aunt Yvonne turned ques oning eyes toward her husband, who romptly bowed low before the tal merican and said: "Your kind offices shall never he for :>tten, sir. When are the ladies to be Lorry was weighing in his mind the Iisability of asking them to dine in eeevening with his m'other, but two >jections presented themselves read n-frst, he was afraid of this per rse maid; second, he had not seen his* other. I fact, he did not know that te was In town. "At 2 o'clock, I fancy. That will give ;the afternoon. You leave at 0 to ght, do you not'" "Ys. And wvill you dine with us this -ening?" Her invitation was so un :pet-ted in view of all that had hap mned that he looked askance. "Ach, > must not treat my invitation as I d yours she cried merrily, although Scould detect the blush that returns ih the recollection of a reprimand. Eoou should profit by what I have e taught" The girl abruptly threw 3r arm about her aunt and cried as te drew away in the direction of her oo: "At 2, then, and at dinner this -ening. I bid you good morning, Mr. The young man, delighted with the in of affairs, but dismayed by what eemd a summary dismissal, bowed w. He waited until the strigge trio itered the elevator and then saun red downstairs, his hands in his >ckets, his heart as light as air. in an hour he was at home and re tng to his mother the story of his anderings, neglecting for reasons best iown to himself the events which oc Lrred aftr Denver had been left be nd, except for a casual allusion to "a arty of foreigners." At 1 o'clock, .ultlessly attired, he descended to the ougham, telling Mrs. Lorry that he id invited some strangers to see the ty__n t+ e wa downtown he re miabered ihat I was UT the law business-aid that it would be well to drop in and.! let his uncle know he was in the city. On second thought, however, he conciuded it was too near 2 o'clock to waste any time on business, so the oliee did not know that he was in town until the next day, and therto no great extent. For several hours he reveled in her society, sitting beside her in that roomy brougham, Aunt Yvonne opposite, ex plaining to her the many places of in terest as they passed. . Their dinner was but one more phase of this fascinating dream. More than once he feared that he was about to awake to find bleak unhappiness where exquisite joy had reigned so gloriously. As it drew to an end a sense of depres sion came over him. An hour at most was all that he could have with her. Nine o'clock was drawing nigh with its regrets, its longings, its desolation. He determined to retain the pleasures of the present until, amid the clanging of bells and the roll of car wheels, the dis mal future began. IIIs intention to ac company them to the station was ex pressed as they were leaving the table. She had begun to say goodby to him when he interrupted: self consciousness forcing the words hurriedly and dis jointedly from his lips: "You will let me go to the station with you. I shall-er-deem it a pleas ure." She raised her eyebrows slightly, but thanked him and said she would con sider it an honor. His face grew hot and his heart-cold with the fancy that there was in her eyes a gleam which said, "I pity you, poor fellow." Notwithstanding his strange misgiv ing and the fact that his pride had sus tained quite a perceptible shock, he drove with them to the station. They went to the sleeping car a few minutes before the time set for the train's de parture and stood at the bottom of the steps, uttering the goodbys, the god speeds and the sincere hope that they might meet again. Then came the sharp activity of the trainmen, the hur ry of belated passengers. He glanced soberly at his watch. "It is 0 o'clock. Perhaps you would better get aboard," he said, and pro ceeded to assist Aunt Yvonne up the steps. She turned and pressed his hand gently before passing into the car. "Adieu, good friend. You have made it so very pleasant for us," she -said earnestly. The tall, .soldierly old gentieman was waiting to assist his niece ihto the coach. "Go first, Uncle Caspar," the girl made Lorry happy by saying. "I can easily come up unaided." "Or I can assist her," Lorry hastened to add, giving her a grateful look which she could iot misunderstand. The uncle shook hands warmly with the young man and passed up the steps. She was following when Lorry cried: "Will you not allow me?" She laughingly turned to him from the steps and stretched forth -her hand. "And now it is goodby forever. I am so sorry that I have not seen more of you," she said. He took her hand and held it tightly for a moment. ' "I shall never f6rget the past few days," he said, a thrill in his voice. "You have put something into my life that can never be taken away. You will forget me before you are out of.Wash ington, but I-I shall always see you as you are now."~ .She drew her hand away gently, but did not take her eyes from his up turned face. "You are mistaken. Why should I forget you-ever? Are you not the ideal American whose name I bought? I shall always remember you as I saw you-at Denver."~ "Not as I have been since?" he cried. "Have you changed since first I sawr you?" she asked quaintly. "I have, indeed, for you saw me be fore I saw you. I am glad I have not changed for the worse in your eyes." ."As I first knew you with my eyes I will say that they are trustworthy," she said tantalizingly. "I do not mean that I have chnged externally." "In any other case my eyes would not serve," she cried, with mock disap pointment. "Still,"- she added sweep ingly, "you are my ideal American. Goodby! The man has called 'all aboard!'" "Goodby!" he cried, swinging up on the narrow step beside her. Again he clasped her hand as she drew back in surprise. "You are going out of my land, but not out of my mind. If you wish your eyes' to see the change in me, you have only to look at them in a mir ror. They are the change--they them selves! Goodby! I hope that I may see you again." She hesitated an in'stant, her eyes wavering beneath his. The train was moving slowly now. "I pray that we may meet," she said -softly at last-so softly that he barely heard the words. IHad she uttered no sound he could have been sure of her response, for it wvas in her telltale eyes. Ihis blood leaped madly. "You will be hurt if you wait till the train is run ning at full speed!" she cried, suddenly returning to the abandoned merry mood. She pushed him gently in her excitement "Dont you see how rapid ly we are moving? Please go!" There was a terror In her eyes that pleased "Goodby, then:" he said. "Adieu, my American!" she cried quickly. As he swung out ready to drop to the ground she said, her eyes sparkling with something that suiggested mis chief, her face more bewitching than ever under the flicker of the great arc lights: "You muust come to Edelweiss to see me. I shall expect you:" He thought there was a challenge in the tones. Or was it mockery? 'I will, by heaven. I will!" he ex claimed. A startled expression flashed across her face, and her lips parted as if In protestation. As she leaned fortrard, holding stoutly to the handrail, there was no smile on her countenance. A white' hand fluttered before his eyes, and she was gone. He stood, hat in hand, watching the two red lights at the end of the train until they were lost in the night. [To BE CONTINUED.) The Insatiable Public. Citizen-When you were running for the place, you were full of promises of what you would do for the public; now you don't seem to care a penny for the public. Legislator-When I said I was ready to do anything the public wanted, I thought my election was what the pub li desired. They've got that, and now they want a lot of other things. It looks as though the public would never be satisfied.--Boston Transcript. "Ie who has nothing to do may try to rig a ship or take a wife" is a Por +,g-e;e way of expressing comparison.