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CHAPTER XXXV. Mr. and Mrs. Llttk Jlmmle. Mrs. Sammy Wbttcomb had longed for the i?Mt privilege of squaring matters with Mrs. Jlmmle Wellington. Sneers and back-biting, shrugs and shudders of contempt ware poor ooas pensatlon for tbe ever-vivld fact that Mrs. Wellington bad proved attractive to bar Sammy while Mrs.. Welling* I ton 'a Jlmmle never looked at Mra. i Wbltoomb. Or If be did, bis eyes bad been so blurred tbat be bad eeen two of ber ? and avoided both. Yesterday she had overheard Jlm mle vow aobrlety. Today his shining morning faoe a bowed that he had kept his word. She could hardly wall to begin the flirtation which, aha trusted, would render Mrs. Wellington helplessly furious for six kmg Bene months. J , . The Dlroroe Drummer Interposed and held Jlmmle prlaoner for a tlms* but as soon as Mr. Baumaon released iUm, Mrs. Wbltoomb apprahseded him. With a smile that beckoned and with eyes that went out like far-cast fishhooks, she drew Leviathan Into her net. ~~ : ? - ? ; ? ? She reeled him In and be pkmnoed In the aeat opposite. What she took for bashfulness was reluctance. To add the last charm to her suooee* Mrs. Wellington arrived to see It Mrs. Wbltoomb saw the lonely. Asbton rise and offer her the seat facing him, Mrs. Wellington took It and sat down with the back of her head so close to the back of Mr. Wellington^ head that the feather In her hat tickled his neck. Jimmle Wellington had Men bis wife pais by. To his sober eye* she was a fine sight as sba moved up the aisle. In bis alcobol-emanolpate<i mind the keen sense of wrong en dured tbat bad driven^ blm forth, to Heno began to lose Its edge. His own aoul appealed from Jimmle drunk to Jimmle sober. ? The appellate judge began to reverse the k>wer court's de cision, point bj point. He felt a sudden recrudescence of Jealousy as he beard Ashtou's voice unctuously, flirtatiously offering his wife hospitality. He wanted to trounoe Ashton. But what right had he to defend from gallantry the woman he was about to forswear before the world? Jlmmle's soul wae In turmoil, and Mrs. Whtt comb's pretty face and alluring smile only annoyed him. She had made several "gracious speeches before he quite comprehend ed any of them. Then he realised - that she was saying, "I'm so glad you're, going to ftcpatReno, Mr. Well lngton." "Thank you. So am I," be mum ? bled, trying to look Interested and wishing that his Wife's plume would not tlokle his neck. Mrs. Whltcomb went on, leaning closer: "We two poor mistreated wretches must try to console one an other, musn't wet" "Yes, ? yes, ? we must," Wellington nodded, with a sickly cheer. Mrs. Whttoomb leaned a little closer. "Do you know that I feel al most related to you, Mr. Wellington T*' "Related ?" he eoboed, "you?? Co me? How?" "My husband knew your wife so well." Somehow a wave of jealous rage surged over him, and he growled: "Tour husband Is a scoundrel." Mrs. Whltcomb's smile turned to vinegar: "Oh, I cant permit you to slander the poor boy behind his back. It was all your wife's fault." Wellington amased himself by his own bravery when he heard himself volleying back: "And I can't permit you to slander my wife behind her back. It was all your husband'i fault." Mrs. Jimmle overheard this behind her- back, and It strangely thrilled her. She Ignored Ashton'g ex 1st en c? ?and listened for Mrs. Whltcomb's next retort. It consisted of a simple, icy drawl: "I think I'll go to breakfast." She seemed to pick up Ashton with her eyes as she glided by, for, finding ^himself unnoticed, he rose with a careless: *T think I'll go to break fast," and followed Mrs. Whltcomb. The Wellingtons sat dos-a-dos for some exciting seconds, and then on a , sodden Impulse, Mrs. Jimmle rose, (knelt in the seat and spoke across the feaok of It: *Tt was very nice of you to defend xne, Jimmlii-er James." Wellington almost dislocated sev oral joints In rising quickly and whirl ing round at the cordiality of her tone. But his smile vanished at her * last word. He protested, ff ~ James sounds so like a?a b. Can't you call ma Little jimmie ! again T** lira. Wellington amiled indulgent, ly: "Well, since It's the last tbna I Good-bye, Little Jimmle." And die1 put out her feaad. He Mlaed It bun- 1 grlly sad clung to It: "Oood-bye*? aren't you cettln* off aft Kenor 5 : : " r~rr 'iff V. ?' . #Te?r but?" * "80 am I ? LfUcretla." "But we can't afford to be eeea to gether." Still hold I dc her band, be tempo* rtsed: "We've got to at ay marrtafl for alz month* at leaet-rwhlte wo eetab llah a residence. Couldn't we ? or ? couldn't we establlah a residence or ? together r* Mra. Wellington'? 070a grew a little a ad, aa she anrwered ; "it would be too loneaome waiting for you to roll bom#." Jlmmle aiared at ber. He felt the regret In ber voice and took atrange courage from It. He hauled from bla pocket bla huge flask, and aald quick ly: "Well, if you're jealoua of this, 111 promlae to cork It up forever.** She abook ber bead ekeptioally: "You couldn't." "Just to prove it," be aald, "I'll I chuck H out Of the window." Ha flung up the aaab and made ready to burl bla enemy Into the flying land acape. "Bravo!" cried Mra. Wellington. But even as bis band was about to let go, be tightened his dutch again, and pondered: "It teems a shame to "1 thought so," aald Mra7 Jlmmle, drooping perceptibly. Her husband began to feel that, after all, ahe cared what became of him. "I'll tell you," be aald, "I'll give It to old Doc Temple. He tahsa bla etralght." "Fine!" He turned towarda the aeat where the clergyman and. his wife were sit ting, oblivious of the drama of recon ciliation playing so cloae at band. Xilttle Jlmmle paused, caressed the flask, and kissed It. "Good-bye. old playmate !" Then, tossing bU head with bravado, he reached out and touched the clergyman's shoulder. Dr. Temple turned and rose with * que* tlonlng look. Wellington put the flask In his hand and chuckled: "M erry Christmas I " "But, my good man ? " the preaeher objected, finding In his hand a dona tion about as welcome and as wield* as a strange baby. Wellington winked: "It may come in handy for ? your patients." * Afid now, struck with a sudden^ idea, Mrs. Wellington spoke: "Oh, Mrs. Temple.'* "Yes, my dear," eald the little old ; lady, rletaff- Mrs. Wellington placed j in her hand a small portfolio and j laughed: "Happy New Year!" Mrs. Temple stared at her gift and gasped: "Great heavens! Your cig ars!" ' 'They'll be sach a consolation," Mrs. Wellington explained, "while the doctor Is out with his patients." Dr. Temple and Mrs. Temple looked At each other in dismay, then at the Jlask and the cigars, then at the Well ingtons, then tney stammered; "Tii an k you so much," and sank back. Wellington stared at his wife: "JLu cretla, are you sincere T" "Jlmmle, I promise you I'll never smoke another cigar." "My love!" he cried, and seised her hand. "You know I always said you were a queen among women, Lu eretla." She beamed hack at him: "And you always were the prince of good fel lows, Jlmmle." Then she almost blushed as she murmured, almost shy. ly: "May I pour your ooffee tor you again this morning T" "For life," he whispered, and they mored up the aisle, arm In arm, bumping from seat to seat and not knowing It. When Mra. Whltcomb, seated In the dlnlng-car, saw Mrs. Little Jlmmle pour Mr. Little Jimmie's coffee, she choked on hers. She vowed that she would not permit those odious Well ingtons to make fools of her and her Sammy. She resolved to telegraph Bammy that she had changed her mind about divorcing him, and order him to take the first train west and meet her half-way on her Journey home. CHAPTER XXXVI. A Duel for a Bracelet. All this while Marjorle and Uni tary ha& sat watching, as kingfishers shadow a pool, the door where through the girl with, the bracelet must pass on her way to breakfast. "She's taking forever with her toilet," sniffed Marjorte. "Probably trying to make a special impression on you/* ' ' ;--~ "She's wasting Her time," said Mal lory. "But what If she brings her mother along? No, X guess her moth er is too fat to get there and back " "If her mother comes," Marjorte decided, 'TH hold her while yon take the bracelet away from the? the ? from that creature. Quick, here she oomee now! Be bravel" Mallory wore an aspect of arrant oo ward ice: "B?r ah 1 |~" ; , "Yon Just grab her!" Marjorte ex plained. Then they relapsed into Etnfln flf. Impatient attention. Kath ? " \ * ? y* ? 1 - ? - ' , , leen floated in and. seeing Mallory, she greeted him with radiant warmth: Hood morning!" and than, catching sight of Marjorle, gayt har * 'Good j morning!" ooatad with lea, the | flounced peat and Mallory tat inert. j tin Marjorle faff him a feroelpue 1 pinch, whereupon ha laapad to his fest : "Oh, Miss ? or ? Miss Kathleen.'* i Kathlaan whtrlad round with a most hoa pi labia smile. "May 1 have a word with your* "Of course you can, you daa r boy." Marjorle wlnoad at this and wrlthad at what followed: "Shan't wa taka breakfast together?" Mallory stuttered t- ?** 1 m, thank you ? I've had breakfast." Kathleen frose up again aa aha ?napped: "With that ? tralnaoQual nt anoe, I suppose"' "Oh, no," Mallory amended, "I mean I haven't had breakfast." But Kathleen eoowled with a JeaK ouay of her owe: -You seem to be getting along famously for mere train acquaintances.** "Oh. that's all wa are, and hardly thai," Mallory hastened to any with too much truth. "Bit down hare a moment, won't your* "No. no, I ha ven't time," ah# said, and eat down. "Mamma will be, wait ing for me. Tou haven't been In te see her yet?" "No. You see ? " "She cried all night" "Fbr met" "No, for papa. He's such a good traveler ? and he had such a good start. She really kept the whole car awake." "Too bad," Mallory condoled, per functorily, then with sudden eager ness, snd a trial at Indifference; "I see you have that bracelet still." "Of course, you dear rellow. l wouldn't be parted from It for worlds." Marjorle gnashed her teeth, but Kathleen could not hear that. She gushed on: "And now we have met again! It looks like rate, doeen't Itr' "It certainly does," Mallory assent *A, blttfrlr: then again, with seat: "Let jne see that old bracelet^ will yon?" He tried to lay hold of It, but Kath leen giggled coyly: "It'a Just an ex cuse to hold my hand." She swung her arm over the back of the seat coquettlshly, and Marjorle made a deaperate lunge at It, but mleped, alnce Kathleen, finding that Mallory did not pursue the fugitive hand, brought It back at once and yielded It ud: "There ? be careful, bohmob* might i look." Mallory took her b y the wrist In a gingerly manner, and said, "So that's the bracelet? Take It off, won't you?'* "Never! ? it*? wished on." Kathleen protested, sentimentally. "Don't you remember that evening In the moon light?" Mallory caught MarJorie!s accusing ?y? and lost his head. He nftide a ferocious effort to snatch the Jmfccplet off. When this onset failed, hehad recourse to entreaty: ."Jurft Mfp^Jt off." Kathleen shook her head tantai ? lslngly. Mallory urged more strenu ously: "Plea ae let me see it." Kathleen shook her head with so phistication: "You'd never give It back. You'd pass It along to that? train-acquaintance." "How can you think such a thlngr' Mallory demurred, and once more mfcde his appeal: "Please, please, slip it off.- ; "What on earth makes you bo anx ious?" Kathleen demanded, with sud den suspicion. Mallory was stumped; till an inspiration came to him: *Td like to ? to get you a nioer one. That one Isn't good enough for you." Hers was an argument that Katl* leen could appreciate. "Oh, how sweet of you, Harry," she gurgled, and had the bracelet down to her knucklea, when a sudden Instinct checked her: "When you bring the other, you can have this." She pushed the circlet back, and Mallory*s hopes sank at the gesture. He grew frantic at being eternally frustrated in his plans. He caught Kathleen's arm and, while his words pleaded, his hands tugged: "Please? please let me take it ? for the measure ?you know!" Kathleen read the determination In his fierce eyes, and she struggled fu riously: "Why, Richard ? Chaunceyl ? er ? Billy! I'm amased at you! Let go or HI scream!" She rose and, twisting her arm from his grasp, confronted him with bewildered anger. Mallory cast to ward Marjorie a look of surrender and despair. Marjorie laid her hand on her throat and in pantomime sug gested that Mallory should throttls Kathleen, as he had promised. But Mallory was Incapable of fur ther violence; and when Kathleen, with all her ooquetry, bent down and murmured: "You are a very naughty boy, but come to breakfast and we'll talk it over," he was so addled that he answered: 'Thanks, but J nevef eat breakfast." (TO BE CONTINUED) FINAL DISCHARGE. Notice 1b hereby given that one month from this date ? on Monday, August 26, 1912, I will present to the Probate Court of Kershaw County my final accounting as Ad-< mlnlstratrix of the Estate of the late Edward C. . DuBose and apply j thereto for a final discharge of the same. JL. 8. DuBOSE, Administratrix'. DoA't worry over the wi man problem. Let the M< Laundry do yo^ir family The Model Steam Laundry for aad deUrers your work*, member all work is It wm H k? this," explained the man after the others had told blm that be wa? looking pal*, "I was to meat my wife's oouttln downtown to buy a prot ein for my wife, and, of course. aba waa late. I got tired standing In the ?tore entrance, where we were to find each other, so I started down the street to meet her. In the crowd I saw ber coining and she was at her old tricks ? carrying ber handbag tucked carelessly under one arm, ready to tumble out or be grabbed. "Keeping my eye on the bag, I re solved to give Emma the Jolt of her life snd scsre her Into a flt of com mon sans*. Just as I got in front of her I reached out and took the hand bag. Then I looked at her triumphant ly, condescendingly, accusingly. At least, I started out with tbe intention of crushing her with that sort of a gaze, but I never completed it, because ?well, you see, It wasn't Emma! "It was, however, a perfectly good imitation of her and she waa both scared to death, bopping mad and ready for hysterics. There waa one awful second when sbe opened her lips to scream and at that Inatant the crossing policeman looked ten feet high to me and fierce in proportion. In the last panic of desperation I grabbed ber arm so hard that It hurt her so she ctfuldn't yell and pleaded for my life. I gasped out that It was a mistake and she indignantly as sured me it certainly was, the biggest mistake of my life, but that that was what they all aald when they got caught. "I assured her that I thought she wjg iny Cousin Emma and she looked at miTsc6rnruilyy She was beginning to get back her breath and her cour age. She said no doubt Cousin Emma was a most estimable person, but she didn't thank me for taking her for the cousin of a pickpocket acd opened her mouth again to scream. I think I Bhook her then ? at any rata, her scream was lost. I never before talk* ed so fast In my life or so much. It was like having three seconds before the drop was sprung to say all I wanted to say. I told her all about my great-grandfather who was In the Rev olutlonary war -and the new house 1. was building and how respectable the club were to which I belonged and how I had credit at all the stores. "Either I led her to think I was in* sane and dangerous or ejse my piteous gaze roused a spark of humanity in her, because by the time the crowd had drawn the policeman to us she quite snapped at him and told him nothing was the trouble and to go back to waving his hand at automo biles and let her jn&nage her own af- , fairs. Anyhow, she let me, slink away without raising a?y row. I'm still shaking!" "I expect she didn't mind so much, because she'd spent all her money for Christmas, and there wasn't anything in the pocket book," said one of the other men. 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