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noble though
hint at arm's tt'r.:::ih. Ap-
pearances demanded a t'is'izetness no
matter bow she tatty se tetly hove felt
toward the good looking husband of
her sister. To say that :the was enjoy.
tug herself would be putting It nrut'h
too tamely. She was revetittg in the
tun of the thing, It mattered tittle -to
her that people, tier own eottsins ir•
particular, were looking upon iter wit!.cold and critical eyes. She knew down
in her heart• that she annul throw a
bomb among them at any time by the
mere utterance of a single word. It ,s. f.'
nattered as little that Edith wae-
,,inning to chafe' miserabiy ender tt•�
strain, of waiting and deeentlou. The
tpovelty had worn off for the nvife o'
Roxbury. She was despairingly it
love, and she was pining for the day tr
tome when she could laugh again with
real instead of simulated joyousness.
"Connie, dear," atie would lament a
dozen times a day, "it's growing,un-
bearable. Oh, how I wish the three
weeks were ended. Then ,I could havE.
my Roxbury, and you could have my
other Roxbury, and everbody wouldn't
1 e pitying me and cavilling at you. be-
cause I'm ttrlsappily married."
"Why do you say I could have your
other Roxbury?" demanded her sister
on one occasion. "You forget father
.expects me to marry the viscount, I"'••»
"You are so tiresome, Connie. Don't
worry me with your love affairs—I
.don't want to hear them, There's Mr.
Brock waiting for you in the garden."
"I know it, my dear; Se's been
waiting for an hour. I think it is good
'for him to wait," said the other, with
airy confidence. "What does Roxy say
'in his letter this morning?"
"He says it will all be over in a day
-or two. Dear -me, how I wish it were
over now! . I can't endure Cousin
Mary's snippishness much longer, and
:as for I�atheritiet My dear, I hate
-that girl!"
"She's been very nice lately, Edith—'
ever since Freddie dropped me so Com
,�pieteiy. By the way, Burton was tell.
'lag me today that Odell -Carney had
been asking her some very curious
and staggering questions about Tootles
•and your most private affairs."
"I know, my dear," groaned Edith.
"He very politely remarked to me
last night that Tootles made him think
very strangely of a friend of his in
tendon. He wouldn't mention the fel-
low's name. Re only smiled and said,
'Nevah mind, my dear, be's a c'nfeind-
,ed handsome dog.' I daresay be meant
that as a eompliment for Tootles. Sbe
• •is Pretty, don't you think so, dear?'
"She's Just like you, Fldith," said
Constance, who understood thing,
'quite clearly,
"Then, in heaven's name, Connie,
why are they staring at her so iter
'politely—all of them?".
"it's because she is so pretty. `Good -
'nest:, Edith. don't let every little thing
'w'orry you, You'll have wrinkles and
gray hairs soon enough."
"It's all very nice for'you to talk,"
.rumbled Edith. "I'm going mad with
loneliness. You have a lover near yor
Ali the time—he's mad about you
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"You won't let th 1
em eve you. Edith,
said C'onstanc'e jauntily "They al
want to lore you, all of them."
"I hate. men," nnnonneed Mrs, Med-
?raft retrospectively
Developments of kt most refractory
'haracter swooped down upon them at
the very end of the' sojourn in Inns-
ernck. Every one had begun to rejoice
hat the fortnight was almost over and
Cant they could go their different ways
without having anything really regret.
table to carry away with them. The
iiodneys were going to Paris, -the Med.
crofts to London,: the Odell -Carney:
(after finding out where the others
were bent) to Ostend. Freddie Ulster-
velt suddenly announced his determina-
don to.remain at the Tirol for a week
or two longer. That very day he bad
been introduced to a Mlle, Le Brun, a
fascinating young Parisian stopping at
the Tirol with her mother.
All might have ended well had it not
been for the unfortunate circumstance
of Odell-Carney's making a purchase of
the London 'Standard instead of the
Times, as was his custom, His !amen.
tritons over this piece of stupidity
were cut short by the discovery of an
astonishing article, upon the editorial
page of the paper—an article which
created within him a sense of grave
perplexity. He read the headlines
thrice and glanced through the text
twice, neither time with any very defi-
nite idea of what he was reading, His
fingers shook as he held the sheet
nearer the window for a final effort to
Untangle the incredible thing that lay
before him in simple, unimpeachable
black and white.
"'Pon me word," be kept repeating
to himself feebly. Then he got up and
went off in extreme baste to find his
wife.
"My dear," be said to her in the car-
riageway, "I must speak with you
alone.; She was just starting off for a
drive with Mrs. Rodney.
"Bad news, Carney?" she demanded,
struck by his expression. She was fol-
lowing him toward a remote corner of
the approach. He did not reply until
they were seated much nearer to each
other than was their wont.
"Read that," he said, slipping the
Standard into her hands. "Wot do
you think of it?"
"My dear Carney, I don't know,
Would you mind telling me what I em
to read?"
"The Mederoft thing. Right there."
She read. the article, her husband
'watching her face the while. Surprise,
Incredulity, dismay, succeeded each
other in rapid changes: She was read-
ing in sheer amazement of the doings'
of Roxbury Medcroft in connection
with the county council's subcommittee
—in London! The story went on to re-
late how Medcroft, implacable leader
Of the opposition to the "grafters," sud-
denly had appeared before the commit-
tee with the most astounding figures
and facts to support his charges of rot-
tenness on the part of the "clique;" his
unexpected descent upon the scene had
thrown the opposing leaders into a
panic; every one had been led to be-,
Here that he was sojourning in the
east. As a matter of fact, it was soots
revealed, he had been in London se-
cretly working on the problem for
nearly three weeks, keeping discreetly
under cover in order that his influence
might not be thwarted. His array of
facts, his bitter arraignment of the
men who were trying., to force the,
building bill through the council, stag
gored the whole city of Lobdon. At
that writing it looked as though the
bill would be overthrown, its promoters)
had been so completely put to rout,
The committee would be compelled to
take cognizance at' the startling expo-
sure. The people would de}nand a full
thrashing out- of the obnoxious deal.
Roxbury Medcroft's name was on ev-
cry one's lip. The Standard had profit-
ed by securing a great "beat,"
The Odell-C'armtsys looked at each
other to wonder and perplexity, "What
does It mean?" asked the lady, her
eyes narrowing,
"Look here, Agatha, this paper's at
least two days old. Now, how the
devil cell Medereft be in London and
Innsbruck at the same time. tie 'Wile
here flay before yesterday, wasn't het
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I'm so r"t�fendt?d itnobsrrwing,� •''-
"Y'es, yeti, he was were. And this
paper" She paneled irresolutely.
"flays he was there. 'ND my word,
It's most uneninly. There's some Me
tory irere."
"I've got It, Carney! This Is net
lloxbnry Iliederoft,,
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"'.Puts explains et'c't,tlrtng ilea rens.
Carney:. This fellow it, is her lover!
She's running about the country with
him. She's"—
"Her lover? 'Gad, tuy.dear, he mn
have been so at one time, but he's tin!
other one's lover now take may worry
for it, I say, 'pun no •„'cti- thbs'is a
charming game your r'rte,uis the
nays have let us into. 't't','y"
"My friend's: Vonrs. mutt menu"' si:,'
retorted,
,"Oh, r'oule now; lint Ira It crit r't. t hay.
'fllknow, ui' nimism• li rlti•, !,.w,u
isn'tey her •husbanad, turd ira,'ei n,' :;od,
Agatha, they're gull, tthnnt ml,mI ,,'ratr>
ly palming him oil' on ne it the real
article. They are totttttily 'sweetening
time whole" --
"Stop a moment. Cantor," hitei'rufit'
ed his wife. "The l,oe.h,n '•lull, oozy
be the fraud, Let o. en .taw, toy
dear."
"Slow? Clow the 'ievii can we en
slow In such fast rltnrtnuty'r No! TVs
fellow is the from) And they -knew
it too. They all know dt They""Rubbish! Yon forget that the witete
rindney tribe is tip In Sunt.,. 1>ernnse
Mederoft is' making love pi wife's
sister. They've not assittnine anything
there,tlet me tell yon Anil he's tint
Edith's lover. If he's not her Iutshancl,
he's playing :t port that she mmdttr-
stnnds and approves rind this -this.
.trey dear Carney. may account for the
Imaginary orphans„ e- of 'footles. 'Dear
me. It's quite a tangle."
"I shall telegraph my snitcitoes at
once for definite news They'll know
whether the real Alcderoft Is !n I,on•
ion, and then—well, by .love, Agatha,
I can't tell just wet steps I'll tole in
•egard to these Rodneys"
He went into a lou; tirade against.
the unfortunate Seattleites, as he coil-
sf1 them. "Understand me. Agatha, i
lon't blame Mrs Mederoft. if she's
having an affair with this chap and
can pull the wool"-
"Rut she i,h't haring an affair with
tints chap," riled Mrs. Odeli-Carney.
her patience exhausted. "Site's having
an affair with a eltttp in London, the
one who writes. Gopd gracious: Of
course: Why, what fools we are. The
real Medcroft is in London, tied it is
he who is writing the letters. How
stupid of me!"
"Ahab" exclaimed be triumphantly.
"Of course, she's getting letters from
her husband.' Why not? That's to be
expected. But, by the everlasting shag-
pat,
hagpat, do you suppose that her husband
knows she's oaf here with another fel-
low 'Who masquerades as her husband?
No!" lie almost 'shouted it. "I've
never heard of anything se brazen.
''Gad, what nerve these Americans
bevel Just to think of It!"
"I don't believe sheds anything of
the sort," declared his wife. "She's as
good as gold. You can't fool me, Car-
ney. I know women."
"Deuce take it. Agatha. so do I. And
wot's more, I know men."
"They're a poor lot, the " kind you
know, This pseudo Miedcroft is not
your kind. He's a very clever chap
and a gentleman."
"Now. look here, Agatha;don't imag-
ine that I'm going to be such a end its
to turn against 'em iu their hoar of
trial. Not 1. I'm more their friend
than ever. I'll help 'cat to 'get away
from here, and I'll bulldoze these Rod -
nays into holding their pence forever
after, it's the Rodney duplicity that I
can't stand."
"Shall we stay here, or Shall we find
an excuse to leave?" she asked point-
edly,
"We'll stay long enough for we to
tell the Rodneys toot I'"thinit of 'ere,
I'll have an answer to my dispatch by
night, Then I should advise you to
haven talk with Mrs: Mederott, 'You've
Invited her to the house, you know.
Tell her there can't be two hiedcrofts.
See toot I mean? We'll see 'em through
this, but—well, y'ouqunderstand."
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tr-.u'tl tvitlr taiayit! ; into the hands of
enemy, 1 t l': ore." as it were.
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CHAPTER XiI.
"1 do love' you."
EA.NTIME a telegram had ore'
ceded a lengthy letter into the
department of the pollee, both
directed to Herrn Batter, wits
is reality -wat .lames Githens of Scot•
land. hard. The telegram had said:
"Why do you -say M. is there? Fre Is
'in London. Explain, Letter tomer.
row." The letter had come, and Mr,
Githetus as Well es the local police of
five Was "bowled over," to express St lit
Scotland Yard Englieh. Ile' had Wired
his employers that "M, is still in Inns-
bruck. Cannot be in London," It was
,rgry e1earj e„ ,t rth in th litter that
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crnetl, :cry giatil, net• 1,:1:imt,
'i'be yon ug t't)nple i.Imur'tine by the
tower wold front the a•ai:.:'tc cairn• to a
R'i'stilmg Place at a 'ti ;:i'; !roust'
•;;t►1 garden on the itch.,;,:t everluulting
the fiver inn. It is a ,e;ct. trinoru,
uufregnented play, ahami-t the t -rags.
standing in frdcn tine white roacltvay a
hundred feet or :gore, eheelyti b>
gorgeous trees :uicl emober dill's. it
was tt, this charming. romantic retreat
that Brock lett his fair, :mw tremulous
inamorata. She, too, knew that the
hour for decision had come. It was in
the air, in the glint of his eyes, in the
'gaping of her heart, And she knew
what she would say to him and what
they would say to the world a fesh
hours hence. The inottntains seemed
to have lost their splendid frown.
They were beaming clown upon tier.
tenderly caressing; instead of bleak and
foreboding as they always had been
before.
A rosy cheeked girl came into the
garden to serve them. Swift, cool
breezes were sculling down the valley,
bearing in their wake the soft rain
clouds that were soon to drench the
earth and then radiantly pass on. They
were quite alone, seated in the shelter
of a wide, overhanging portico. A.
soft, green darkness was creeping over
the mountain side, pregnant with smell
of the shower.
Constance ordered tea and a bite of
something to eat for both, 'Brock's
gaze never left her exquisite face'
while she was engaged in the pretty
'but rather self conscious occupation
of Instructing the waitress. After the
I girl had departed, he leaned forward
across the little table and said, a trifle
hoarsely and disjointedly:
"It was most tppetizing to watch
you do that. I could live forever on
nothing but tea and sandwiches If you
were to order theta,"
"You've said a great many silly
things to me this itfterpoen"
"I wonder"—he stopped and lower-
kis
owerkis voice— wonder if You would call
It silly if I were to tell you that I love
you, very, very much." His gloved
hand dropped upon hers as she fum-
bled aimlessly with the menu card;
something in the very helplessness of
that long, slim hand drew the strength
of all his love toward it—all of this
tronfident, arrogant love that had coma
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I'urpoee or his ptlssion, took on a new
ketal impelling glow; sl%e looked into
them for In his' ant, the wavering
smile of in,t were her parted lips;
theft her l:r .: ,t.' yeei tpifeimly and her
lip tre'na,in't. .
"1 ..., ;i4! ..t U! ::c.:;',` yen very silly,"
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"I do love you,' she said simply.
ming with tenderness. Neither spoke
for a long minute, but words were not
needed to tell what the soul was say-
ing through the eyes,
"I do love you—you know I do, Con.,
nie. I've loved you from the first day,
I cannot live without you. Conree,,
darling, you won't keep me waiting?
You will be my wife—you will marry
me at once? You do love me, I know—
I've knovdn it for days and days"—
She whimsically broke in upon his
passionate declaration, saying with a
pretty petulance: "Oh, you have?
'What insufferable conceit! I" --
He laughed joyously. "I never was
so sure of anything in my life," be
said. "You couldn't help loving me,
Constance; I've loved you so. You
don't have to tell me, dear; I know.
Still, I'd like to hear you say, with
those dear lips as well as with your
eyes, that you love me."
She put her hand upon the back of
the broad one which held the other im-
prisoned; there was a proud, earnest
light in her eyes. "I do love you," she
said simply.
• "God, but I'm a happy man!" he ex-
ulted. Forgetful of the time and the
place, he half arose and, leaning for-
ward, kissed her full upon the upturn-
ed lips.
There was a rattling of chinaware
behind them. In no little confusion
both came tumbling down from pare.
dise and, found themselves under the
abashed scrutiny of a very red faced
young serving woman,
"Oh, never mind," stammered Gret-
chen quite amiably, "I am used to
that, madam, A great many ladies
and gentlemen come here to—to—what
you call it?" She placed the tea and
sandwiches before them, her fingers all
thumbs, her cheeks aglow.
Brock pulled himself together. Very
sternly he said, "This young lady is to
be my wife."
"Aril," said Gretchen,,with a friend-
ly' smile and the utmost deference,
"that is what they all say, mein herr."
Then, giggling approvingly, she bustled
away.
Brook waited until she was out of
sight, "She seems. to be on to us, as
Freddie would say. But what do we
Care? I'd like to stand on top of the
Bandjoch and shout the news to the
world. Wouldn't you, dearest?"
"The world wouldn't hear us, dear,"
she said coolly, "Resides, it's raining
up there. Just look at it sweeping
down upon us, Goodness!"
He laughed hilariously. amused by
her attempt to be casual and indiffer-
ent. "You can't turn it off so easily as
that. dearest." he cried, "Comet While
it rains we may plan. You will marry
rue—tomorrow?"
"No!" she cried, aghast. "How utter-
ly ridiculous!"
"Well, then, day after tomorrow?"
"No. no, nor week after next. I"'—
"See here, Connie. we've got some.
one else to consider as well as our-
selves. in order to square it all up for
Edith we must be able to say to these
people that we haven't been frivoling, -
that we are going to be married at
nee. That wilt let Edith Out of the
difficulty, and everything will took rosy
at the outset, If we put it off' the
world will have said things in its ig-
norance that she Can never refute, sim-
ply because the world doesn't stop long
enough to hear two sides of a story
unless titer are given pretty closely to-
gether. Now. Edith is counting on us
to put the peeping Tom Rodneys and
the charitable Carnet's to rout with
bur own little bombshell. They're say-
ing nasty things about alt of us.
:Cbay're lalling yea a vile thing for
tre•'i'inc tour sister's husband, and
they're calling iiime a dog for what I'm
doing, No telling what they'll be say.
Ing if we don't step into the breach
as seen as it is opened. We can't af-
ford to wait, no Metter What Roxbury
says when he comes. We've just got
to be able to forestall evert dear old
ltexbury, Comet bon't you Bete. We
Must be married at once."
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°'bear me." she murmured softly,
'what will papa say?"
"My dear Constance, I will explain
It all to your father when he gets back
from South Ameriea next winter."
It was now raining In torrents. They
moved back into the dnrlcest recess of
their shelter and- blissfully looked out
upon the drenched universe with eyes
that saw nothing but sweet sunshine
end fair weather.
The clattering of horses' hoofs upon
the hard mountain road sounded sud-
Ieniy above the hiss of the rainstorm.
it was quite dark by this time, night
having been berried on by the lower-
ing skies. s1 .moment later three horse-
men, drenched to the skin, drew up in
front of the inn, threw their reins over
the posts and dashed for shelter. They
came noisily into the arbor, growling
and stamping their soggy feet, %,
"What, hot" called one of the new-
comers, sticking his bead through a
window of the bouse, Brock and !Hiss
bowler looked on. amused by the
plight of the riders. Two of them
were unquestionably officers of the po•
the third seemed to be an Eng-
le moan. They were gruff, burly fel-
lows, an of them. For a few minutes
they stormed and growled about their
miserable luck in being caught In the
downpour, ordering schnapps and
brandy in large and -instant quantities.
At last the Englishman. a heavy, sour
faced man, turned his gaze in the di-
rection of the lovers, who- sat quite
dose together in the dark corner, His
gaze developed Into a stare, then a look
of triumph. A moment later he was
pointing out the couple to his compan-
ions, all three peering at them with
excited eyes.
Brock's frtee went red under the rude
stare. Ile was on the point of resent -
Ing It when the Englishman stepped
forward. The American arose at once.
"I've been looking for you. Mr. Med-
vruft--if lien is your name." said the
'ti•an;er, halting in front of the table
"alt merle i4 Githens, Scotland Yard
These glen nave an order for your nr•
rest, I'd :,dt'ise'you to go with them
peaceably. The young woman will not
be bothered. She is free to go"
"What etre you talking about?" de
mainteci Bruck angrily. Suddenly he
felt a e'b111 of misgiving. What had
Roxbury Mederoft been doing that he
should bi sublect to arrest?
"Yon arc' nmequerading here as Rox-
bury Mederoft the architect. You are
not Mederoft. C have watched your for
weeks 'Today we have learned that
Mledcrnft is le t nndon Your linen is
marked with a letter R. Yekr'vedrawn
money on tt letter of credit together
with a woman who signs herself ns
Edith V. MluJcroft. There Is some-
thing wrong With you, Mr. B., and
these officers, acting for the hotel ond
the state bank, have been instructed to
detain yen pending an investigation."
Itis. Githens was vindicating himself;
He may have been a trine disconcerted
by Miss Pewter's musical laugh and
tirnc•k's plain gaffew, but he managed
to preserve a stiff dignity. "It's no
laughing nnittet. Officers, this is your
matt. Take him in charge Madam,
as. I understand it, you are the alleged
sister of the *Woman who is working
borsht( off as Mrs. Medcroft it may
Interest ;•our to know that your sister—
if she le Stour sinter has laped herse!:
in bet ronin and was lit hysterics When
I left tate hotel. She will Ito earefulty
aim rde<l, however ,lie F:knrn>t escape.
As 'tar ,vita. madam there tt. as yet no
eotitpl:Hrit ttgaln>'. you tow t wish to
lntify you that you rimy .,,..r iter your-
'vlf under surveiltpuee.tilt•tr alter your
fr'li'hais 11iti"rt tine ,t Iitt!!'1'firm •fife
anngisti'rrete.ridirirhrttie• < At. :•chit' nit 'fork
hits (eased ruining we rwi.t -.lt you to
ride with urs to tie <'t. !!, ' •r Mr. 11.,
ho Is ill charge t,a =,i.•.,^ -
'At S o'clock that evening a solemn
cavalcade rode into Innshruck. There
were tears of expostulation in the eyes
,f the lone young woman. Dashes of
adignation in those of the tall young
pan whorrode beside her,
' The tall young man was going to Jain
"My name is Githens, Scotland Yard.'
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CONFIDENCE
Merchants Spend Money
to Gain It and Hold ft
By HOLLAND.
V01111 confidence Is att as-
' set that every mannfac- g„
turer of reputable goods
seeks, He spends money to
gain it and will take all nee•
essary pains to retain it. Year
confidence in the integrity of
a 'manufacturer, your belief
that goods bearing a certain
brand are always up to stand-
ard, is one of the intangible
assets known as "good will"
and Which is regarded by a
business man as essential to
his success.
Mantifaeturers spend mil-
lions telling you about their
goods. They Cannot hope to
get this money buck by the
first transactions, They Must
entice you a customer and
keep you a customer. To do
this they roast make honest
goods at an honest Brice.
This accounts for the fact
that advertised goods are aL
Ways of high class. It would
not pay to. advert!:, goods
that will not bear rigid test.
The
ADVEItTISING
ennkr is
eotorinostn.
Then the manufacturer de'
on the _, ' :.�g.! • "f «Is
ri>tWAS
'' 'k"
sethe customer'* neat!-
dense.
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