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I [THE OVTER~~j DARKNESS. | f By SIB/rEy H. COLE. A I Copyright. 1907. by C. H. SutcllfTe. 1 Ackroyd moved bis chair from the eerner that be might have an unobRtroeted view of Drusilla's face. She was seated near tbe piano lamp, ostensibly examining tbe score of a recent musical farce be bad brongbt ber. Her chin rested In one little upturned palm, and ber eyes were fixed pensively on the musip Id her lap. Ackroyd watched ber silently for some moments. He was loatb to disturb tbat pose. "I saw Ted Brlggs today," be said at length, and be said it with tbe evident expectation of a flutter of excitement on Drusllla's part In this, however, he was disappointed. She turned a page of the score without raising ber eyes. "Did you?" she said calmly. "I did," he affirmed., "Had a sort of an all gone air about him." Drusllla was silent. "Looked as if he needed some one to sympathize with him?or kick him." Ackroyd pursued. Another page of the score was turned, but Drusllla said nothing. "Haven't seen blm round here lately," said Ackroyd. and his tone sug-1 gested much. "It's something over a week since he4 called last." said Drusllla Innocently. "HOW," UID HK, RISING AND BOWING GBAVKLT. Ackroyd smiled grimly, but Drusilla's eyes being on the score its meaning was lost on ber. "Same old story, I presume," said he. "What's the same old story?" she said, with some emphasis. "Got his conge, eh?" "What are you talking about?" Ted Brlggs." "Well, what about him?" - i. I-A- AU ^ "He seems to nave neen casi mio wc titer darkness with his innumerable predecessors," Ackroyd observed. Drustlla shrugged her shoulders. "I don't see .why I should fret myself over that," she said. "For casting him there, of course," said Ackroyd severely. "Admitting I did." said Drusllla with challenge in her voice. "Ted Brlggs is a particular friend of mine." Ackroyd began. "Must 1 marry all your particular friends?" said Drusllla with sardonic deference. Aekroyd's eyes flashed angrily. "You knew all the time he was taking things seriously." he remonstrated. "You might have a little mercy on such chaps." "Oh. doti't let's squabble every night you come here, said Drusilla wearily. "Here's the 'Palm* song. Shall I sing it to you. Max?" She seated herself at the piano and i.k ?n InlmllohlallOla rirnll. BUUg Willi Ull 11VI U11U1.1U1.1V 1.11.V ..v.. eries. When she had finished she swung about to face Ackroyd. "Did that soothe your savage breast. Maxle?" 6be asked sweetly. Ackroyd scowled. "When will you ever he serious?" he said. "I was never so serious in iny life," she asserted. "Indeed I am completely weighed down with responsibility and remorse. You don't Imagine he'll take prussic acid, do you, Max?" she ended In tragic tones. Ackroyd looked at her with cold dLsapproval. "Between old friends"? he began. But Drusilla at once cut him short "Now, Max, I'm awfully sorry, but If you begin to scatter any of that fatherly advice about here you'll have to go home, and I counted on a delightful evening with you here," she said tentatively. "Nevertheless." said Ackroyd, "I shall say what I set out to, be the penalty what It may." Drusilla rested her elbows on the keys and looked at him archly. "I was about to remark," Ackroyd went on, "that In the social sea yon are a sort of uncharted reef on which the affections of many serlons minded young men are shipwrecked." "What a metaphor!" she taunted. "Their shipwrecks don't seem to be alarming calamities, however. They survive them." "And there are others who are in danger of sailing straight on to the reef, knowing all its dangers," said he. "Dear me!" said Drusllla. "They shopld take a course In navigation." "The fear of ridicule may keep them away for a time, but in the end they're bound to tempt fate." he said. Drusllla regarded him amusedly. "I think it would be interesting to meet some of that class," said she. "I can introduce you to one." said he. "When?" Drusllla Inquired eagerly. "Now," said he, rising and bowing gravely. "You!" she gasped. "Even I," he said, unsmiling. There was a somewhat embarrassed pause. Ackroyd broke it. v "I shall never be happy uhtll I offer myself to you. I don't expect to be happy afterward. I shall merely join the others in the outer darkness, and the suspense will be over." Drusllla rested her chin on her palm again. A bit of added color flushed her cheeks. Her eyes were pensive. "I've been very much a coward," said Ackrovd. "I was afraid you'd laugh. That Is why I've been silent so long." He leaned forward In bis chair. His manner was pleadingly earnest. Drusllla moved uneasily. "Why don't you offer yourself, then, and have it over?" she asked. , Ackroyd squared his shoulders. "I do offer myself, Drusilla," said he. "My silence has been such a long one the laugh should be doubly merry," he added bitterly. Drusilla turned to the piano. She ran her fingers over the keys in" soft little minor harmonies. Ackroyd wait ed impatiently; then he strode to the piano and bent over her. Something glistened on her lashes, and there was a shining streak down either cheek. "Good heavens!" cried Ackroyd in sudden comprehension. He laughed happily. "It?it?isn't funny. I?I?d-don't feel a bit like 1-laughing," confessed Drusilla. And Ackroyd was thereupon relieved from any fears of "the outer darkness." i "And you say you are looking for yrork?" asked the kind old lady of Frazzled Franklyn. "That's right, mum, but I can't find anything to do." ^ _'!How_dJd. you Joee jocr -"I was pardoned, mum."?LoUlsvllIe Herald. ? This ie what Hon. Jake Moore, State Warden of Georgia, ?ays of Kodol For Dyspepsia: '*E. C, DeWitt's & Co., Chicago, 111.? Dear Sire?I have suffered more than twenty years from indiges t ion. 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