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Then, as the store began to wake op the tramped abont the "next room t( "Annt Lyddy," Ned put down Ms knife aud fork, "I don't know that 1 ru) exactly worthy, but 1 will be frank. Uncle Claude can't begin to bare the admiration for me that I have for him. Why, be saved my pocketbook, possibly my life, the oilier night. I was In the park just off Riverside drive, weary of everything. I'd stretched myself along the bench to look at the stars and think out what I should do with my life, when along came Claude Dabbs and sat down on me." Aunt Lyddy giggled In a peculiarly young and girlish way.

"Of course that went a long way toward making us friendly. While we Alabaster Lamps if, Copyright, U15, by Margaret Turnbull. WNUSerelrs THE STORY CHAPTER With a stranger, whom he Introduce as nephew, Ised Carter, Claude toelnoite Dabos returns from'New York to bis general grocery at Peace Valley, Pa. To "Aunt Lyddy," bio housekeeper, explains thai Carter 1b a chance acquaintance, veteran of the World war, whom he had met and taken a liking to. CHAPTER 11.

Carter tells Aunt Lyddy he has broken with bis family and his sweetheart because of his re-aentmcnl of their ultra pacific tendencies. With Dabbs Ned visits Clover Hollow, abiding place of a "collection of good-natured cranks," according to the grocer. They almost run over a dog belonging to a girl whom Caller apparently recognizes. delivers a grocery order, and In his absence the girl, Dorothy Selden, reveals that she knows mm to be Ned Carter Kangeley, on of Loren itangeiey, Now Xork I banker. CHAPTER III.

Next day Ned com- ZSSSTS' livers an order marked "Johnston. There he meets a girl who tells him he and. her mother are alone in the house, the servants having left them because of the "loneliness." He prom-lees to try to procure household help. Meeting Dorothy Scldcn, his erstwhile sweetheart, he battles her attempts tn the i-a. i Alabaster Lamps 1 1 By Margaret Turnbull i Turnbull.

In Peacs Valley. Arrangement is made Margaret Turnbull, author of this en-for a cook to go to the Johnstons', caging story, was born in Scotland, educated in New Jersey and lives at CHAPTER IV. The cook being un- I Rockwood. New Hope, In Bucks county, able to begin work at once, Ned visits She has written several and get ready for speech, he turned to Ned with a curt, "Come In and meet Aunt Lyddy." Ned followed without knowing that he had left behind a seething mass of curiosity. Dabbs knew It.

That Claude Dabbs had an unknown nephew was unthinkable, and unsupported by the facts concerning the Dabbs family as known In Peace Valley. Jim Farnum made one brave effort toward putting things on the proper Peace Valley footing. As Mr. Dabbs led Ned to the door, Jim found his voice: "Didn't know you had a nevvy, Oaude," he called out, "and don't exactly see how you can, either, seeing you're the only one of the hull Dabbs family left." "My second cousin's boy from the West He's always called me uncle, though, Instead of cousin, owing to the difference In years. Come on, Ned," aud Dabbs opened the door.

Ned found himself In a queer, bare little room, almost filled by a big table-topped desk of the vintage of I860, quite as large as a modern dining table, and a vast armchair that looked even older, though both were In an excellent state of repair. There were no pictures on the wall, only a calendar. "My office," Dabbs explained. "But come on and meet Aunt Lyddy, one of the best women God ever put breath In, but likely to be flustered If you bring anybody on her suddenllke." He ojened a door lending Into the Interior of the house and ushered Ned Into the family dining room. Aunt Lyddy sat at the table, a Rochester lamp In the center on nn elaborately embroidered centerpiece.

The lamp had a white shade, but after the harsh "Come In and Meet Aunt Lyddy." light of the shop, Ned was grateful for the softer glow. Aunt Lyddy was a personable old lady, hnndstttne despite her sixty-odd years, with a great pile of the whitest hair Ned had ever seen. She looked up as Mr. Dabbs entered and scrutinized Ned from over the rims of her glasses. "Well, Mister Dabbs, this Is a pretty time to come home! Been ajoying around somewhere, as usual, I suppose." "Brought you something, A tint Lyd dy." Mr.

Dabbs patted her on the back and placed a small package In her lap. "Just a little something to satisfy that awful cruvlug you've got for jewelry." Then, before the de- lighted old woman could open the box or speak, he continued, his hand ou Ned's shoulder: "Put I brought a big- ger present than that back with me. Aunt Lyddy, this is my adopted nephew, Nod Carter." "Il'ni, adopted!" As she spoke, Aunt Lyddy's eyes remained fixed on Ned. us, uuuiui-u. leineiiincT, num.

Lvddv. he's Inst 'nunhew' to those cas .7: nags in eue seure waiting in oe in tea and out romid town witll the news i Aunt Lyddy nodded. "Well, you showed right good taste In selecting a nephew, Claude. He's a presentable-looking young fellow, I'll say that. If so be as he treats you as fair as you ireat him, he con slay here and welcome." "Tliaitk you, Aunt Lyddy," and Ned smiled his friendliest.

I certainly i menu well "Meaning well's one thing; doing well's another." But Aunt Lyddy smiled back at hint so that all sting i was taken from the cautious sentence. "Now, what yu two rampaging Idiots mean coming home ut this hour of the night, springing brand-new relutlon on me and with nn notice to get his I room ready for him?" "Oh, go along, Aunt Lyddy! You can fix the room next to mine In a Juffy while Netf and I are finishing a bite of your lemon pie." "Pie? Finishing my pie! Who said a word ubout pie? Who said 1 made any pie?" "I did. I smell It." Aunt Lyddy laughed "He smelled it Boy," turning to Ned. "did you ever hear tell of a man like thnt? Set right down, both of you, and I'll have that pie lining on tlu table before you can get your hands out of your pockets." "I don't think I can eut anything more," Ned began aa she left the room, "Remember our dinner on the train." o.llmlnv! Kven If von nium'i lllIIipry c0lli(i you resist that?" I Wo decorated plates, borne )y Aun, Lvddy oll all old jBpannw trnV( bM the largest, thickest and m0Ht delicious looking pieces of lemon meringue pie that Ned had ever seen, Aunt Lyddy placed before them the remainder of the Die. a nltcher of cold milk, and a large wedge of cheese.

With a hearty, "Knjoy yourselves, boys, while I Dx Ncd'a room." he left them. Ned could bear her, I I mine" presumably "fixing It." By that time he had tasted Aunt Lyddy's pie. Though she trod like an elephant, yea, even. though she snored, he knew now that Jie would always love her. ain't It, Ned?" Mr.

Dabbs asked, as took a second helping. Ned nodded, mentally noting that whatever he might have to suffer from country table manners in others, Mr. Dabbs would never offend. "Aunt Lyddy likes you or ahe'd never put out the whole pie," Dabbs offered. "How can you tell? Tou practically burled me down her throat." "Down Aunt Lyddy's throat! tou don't know her.

Why, I couldn't make that woman give you any more than a measly Utile bit of pie If she didn't cotton to you. Aunt Lyddy's a flue woman, but a terror for having her way. She Isn't my own, aunt. She's an old friend of my mother's and when Mom died Aunt Lyddy made up her mind that I neededlook-Ing after and Just came along and took possession. I couldn't get along without her now." Aunt Lyddy returned, announcing that the room was ready and advised Ned to "turn In early." He followed her along the hall.

The "room next mine" was a big, airy room, overlooking the garden at the side of the house and far removed from the noises of the shop. Its deep-seated windows Indicated the age of the house. The furniture was really old, consequently good and unobtrusive, and the wall paper was a deep cream, with a little border of yellow roses. The old four-poster looked Inviting. Aunt Lyddy padded heavily away and Ned leaned out of the window, conscious of the soft, sweet, damp smell of a springtime garden.

As he left the window he was con scious of voices near him. But the i room was empty, so was the hall out- side his door. After a moment he concluded that the voices came through an old-fashioned hot-air register in (he floor of his room. He heard Aunt Lytldy say: Claude Dabbs, I'm dear lover of truth, and the truth I'll have out of you if it takes me all night. My usual hour for bed is 8:30 sharp, and here It is nearly ten, and gifts of amethyst brooches, though pretty and tastefully chosen I must say, won't blind me to my duty.

I've ever been a klnda gardeen for your home since your Slom died. Who's this young man?" "Why, he's a yonng fellow I met up with In New Tork. He's been In the army just discharged. The very name of Peace Valley sort of hypnotized him. ne can't settle down to anything yet, so I asked him down here to look around and" "Srtffering Saints!" Aunt Lyddy's voice rose to a sort of wail, then sank again.

"Where'd you meet him?" "Well I was walking on Riverside drive and" "You picked him up! A bum! A park bum!" Aunt Lyddy exclaimed with conviction. 'Yon probably treated him to that there awful swell suit" Ned, his hand on the register waiting a fitting opportunity to close It unheard, noted that she refused to listen to Claude's protests. "I know Aunt Lyddy an- nounced, "and nothing you do ought to surprise me now, but I declare by Peter and Paul It does at times. Well, don't say no more, nor fix up any pleasant klnda half-lies for me. You don't know nothing about htm, and there were some awful bad characters got in the army.

We're lucky If our throats ain't slit by morning. I'll lock my room and bolt It. tonight Feeling that he had heard enough, Ned closed the register quietly, sure uni me souno. wouiu oe uiuiuiiceu ua Aunt I vrhlv trod heuvilv out into the naiL CHAPTER II Ned woke next morning to the sound of life and activity below stairs. His first thought was that he was buck In camp again.

Then lie remem- bercd. Ills v.atcb told him It was tiovon Thli.Lim' ho wo'lltl Rlirnrise viailioc I'ioi3 ilia ij ii.ii. i-i dressed leisurely and weut downstairs. Aunt Lyddy greeted him without enthusiasm, Informing him dryly that Claude hud been up for two hours. He was at that moment superintend ing the unloading of the new Irish potatoes.

The food was delicious, and Aunt Lyddy waited and watched over him at the breakfast table, anticipating his wants us though he were a small boy; yet Ned fell that he was delaying lite Important aliairs of the household. Still with the air that he was company, Aunt Lyddy Informed htm: "Claude said to take the car and sail around, or do anything you've a mind to do." "Thanks, Aunt Lyddy, but I think Til help Uncle Claude In the shop." Aunt Lyddy's eyes showed surprise and approval. "Claude Dabbs could do with a tittle help," she announced. "There's a many leans on Cluude, and but few as offers a shoulder themselves occasionally. Not that Claude needs anything to lean on, but the fact that a shoulder Is handy klnda keeps a man from feeling lonely.

I'm going to say this yon don't look as though you needed any special help to get along In this world. Maybe you do. I ain't Inquiring. A1I I'm saying Is that never, since I've known Mm, lias Claude Dabbs shown such admiration for any living toul as I've seen him show for you. Well," her npron waved, expressl'ig what she was unable to put Into words, "let me you worthy, y.iung man, Let me worthy." I i I I i i i i i were sauntering along talking we were i ordered to put up our hands, if army experience has taught me anything It is to be leery of pistols In unknown hands.

Mine went up at once. But C. M. stumbled accidentally, I thought, which brought him a few steps In of me, and nearer the other fel low. Of course, C.

hands went up as he recovered his balance. What I didn't notice, nor did the other fellow until It was too late, was that one of his feet went up, too. First thing I knew the other man was down and Claude was sitting on him "And by Peter and Pnul, I'll wager Claude' never 1 called a policeman broke In Aunt Lyddy. Ned shook his head. "We Just took his pistol' and blackjack and left him.

lie wag knocked out stunned by the fall." They surveyed each other, smiling. "I suppose you'd like to know a little more about me," Ned said tentatively. "1 kin wait till you tell Claude." "Claude knows something, and you'll be miserable nntil you know as much, won't yoti?" Again Aunt Lyddy gave her peculiar giggle, and settled back In her chair. "Get It ofTn your chest, son, and don't smooth over nothing for me." "I drove an ambulance for six months before this country got Into the fight." Ned- began. "I was hurt a little and had to come home.

Tried for a commission In our army when I got well. Had to throw over everything to do It. Family and girl. My j. .1 1 nui) ill ,11111 a jimiusi bunch.

Da confound them nil, they acted as though the rest of us liked war, and had arranged it for our own amusement. "Well, after I got my commission I was ordered down South to one of our camps. I went, thinking I was on my way to France. When I got there, (hey told nie my resignation had been accepted. 1 swore by everything holy and unholy that I had never resigned.

They listened, bored but patient, aud repeated that my resignation had been accepted. I'd better see Washington, I was told. "I went to Washington. They told me there my resignation had been accepted. I told them I'd never resigned.

They listened and said 'maybe but the War department was too busy to bother about my case, Just then, or to correct any mistake. If there was a mistake. They advised me tenderly to go home like a good boy, and, maybe some time later, they'd look me np. I went swearing. I had no home to go to.

So I enlisted In a New York regiment and was discharged some two or three weeks ago." "Satan's trumpets Aunt- Lyddy exclaimed. "The armlstlc signed In No; ventber and they kep' you In all this time. Well, you certainly got the rough end of the stick. As for that girl, wlsht 1 had her within arm's reach. I'd shake a little sense Into Ned gM a nmke nilstake of trMtIng me ke a MnrneA n(m j.

never got overi wa rnj.oa(e(i t0 an and kept uevtfr got er. "You can understand, can't you, why the very name of Teace Valley drew me like a and you'll forgive my coming herd In this way?" "Suffering Saints! You're more'n welcome to stay, and as far as I'm "Suffering Saints, You'r Mora Than Walcome." concerned" Aunt Lyddy broke off suddenly, and trod beuvlly kitchen-ward, for Claude Dabs had entered from the office. "Morning. It does me good to see you sitting there as though you were home." "I feel at home," Ned assured him. "Hope you really do." Claude's scrutiny -vas wistful but understanding.

"What's the program? Want one of (lie tnrs?" "The cam; Why, C. for a slm- 1 16 grocer, aren't you rather It eo'5" Claude "Old Man Wolf (To be continued next week) 7v (WVftl6HT MAJioAair N.U. Margaret There was nothing especially romantic to contemplate about Claude Mel-notte Dabbs, village grocer, unless It were the first two-thirds of his name. When his doting parents prefixed the cognomen of Bulwer Lytton's hero in the drama, "The Lady of Lyons," to his family name, It may have been an augury or at least an Influence; for C. M.

Dabbs, while sticking to the hard facts of life and wringing success from his career as a tradesman, neverthe less had romantic yearnings desire to see existence through "the mists of alabaster lamps." And his dream came true. Tes, came true to the extent that C. M. participated In a romance In real life that had chivalry, adventure, mystery, beau tiful women and all sorts of Interesting and delightful people and experi ences mixed up In it In about as satis- proportions as anyone could wish. Right In a little town In Pennsylvania, with Us typical and lovable characters, the local butter and eirg man became the chief actor In a drama of life in which his humdrum affairs were tinged by that aura of enchantment existing in "perfumed light stealing through the mists ot aiaoasier lamps.

successful novels. Her "Looking After Sandy" Is still a popular favorite. Her play, "Classmates." was and still is a big success. She has done a number of moving pictures for the producers The story, "Alabaster Lamps," was written at Rockwood, on a hill above the Delaware river, far removed from theaters, moving pictures or other accompaniments of city life; hence its peaceful atmosphere and fine strain of pure romance. CHAPTER I The grocery store of C.

M. Dabbs, at the crossroads, Peace Valley, was astir. This wus "late-closing" night. Parked before the door were vehicles of all sizes, sorts and description, from motors to old-fashioned farm wagons mid buggies, the patient horses wailing, with drooping heads, while their masters finished their interminable marketing and equally interminable conversations. Marketing took a long time in Peace Valley.

In the lirst place, on late-closing night it was the custom to "go down along the crossroads and do your 'storing' at Dabbs'." In the second place, hurry was a vulgar habit that had not yet reached Peace Valley. One was "in the way of knowing what was atlnlng" in the village anil the surrounding countryside by going lo the crossroads store. The news-fathering and distributing took time, for no subject was rashly broached or rapidly discussed, (hie hits only lo listen attentively to the apparently monotonous discussions in country stores to discover that, though illiterate and totally Ignorant of grammar, these snloi.s have read deeply in the iionk of Hitman Nature. Two men alighted from a car Just outside the griiu'iy. One of them, the proprietor of the shop, said "Leave the bags.

Ne-d. The boy'll bring them In." He was a dark-haired, rather thick set man. He was not tall. His line face was reddened like that of a sail- or or fireman round, full and clean shaven. The hair at his temples was graying a little.

It was his eyes that made you look twice at him. C. M. Dabbs' eyes were "'''I as he, or as soft and deep aa the ended on how T'abhs looked ut yotl. They were at their softest and deepest now.

as he locked at his companion. He a miidi ymniger man. not more than twenty-seven, with smooth brown hair. Ills clothes were all that clothes should be, and worn by one who thought about them before he put them on, and then forgot ubeiut them, lie was not the type usu illy found In a country village and he looked about hint with an Interest thai proved him a stranger. "Peace Valley he aald.

swiftly. "Ii looks like It!" He glanced again II the crossroads, one of which led steep ly uphill, while the other wound about the valley until It disappeared behind a tall wood. The grocery store was a great old stone house, the front part of which had been transformed from a dwelling. Nert door, a lemg low building combined the business of blacksmiihing, wheelwrlghtiiig und motor repairing. The old and the new were mingled peacefully together.

The post office, the brightly lighted barber shop and Ibc cobbler'f little hovi-l were all grouped about the crossroads. "I didn't exaggerate, did IT akcd Ulllib. The young man ahook hU head. "Peace Valley," he rejieati d. "I didn't believe there w.i? sin a place!" Ue ut the figo over tl.e dour and turned to the older man with a smile.

M. Dabbs, General Store," lie read aloud. "You told the truth about that, too. But why C. Come, what Is It that distinguishes you from the rank and Hie of Dabbses? Is it Charles' or 'Cyrus' or The older man blushed.

1 generally sign myself," he admitted, "but If you really want to know what it stands for why, Claude Melnotte Dabbs 'g my name." The young man laughed softly, repeating, "Claude Meluotte." Mr. Dabbs smiled. "Do yon blame me for sticking to C. or Mister?" "I do not," his companion declared emphatically. "Tell me" "A traveling company, pretty good one, too.

I believe," Mr. Dabbs began hurriedly, "with somebody celebrated as came to the county seat and played 'The Lady of My mother" "I didn't mean that," the young man assured him hastily, as tliouiili fearing obstetrical details. "1 meant to ask is there 'Lsidy of Lyons' in Peace Valley and is yours called 'Pauline loo?" Mr. Dabbs hesitated, shook his head thoughtfully, and said slowly: "I live alone, with Aunt Lytldy to keep house for me. 'Course, I've always thought it was a blamed silly phty.

All about a poor boy marrying a lady under false pretenses. Good many years since I read it, though, but as I remember, he made good. I've often wondered If In real life" But his companion cared nothing about discussing Lytton's old play. "I say, Claude Melnotte," he Interrupted, "is your Peace Valley home lit by 'alabaster lamps'?" Claude Melnotte Dabbs hesitated. He was home again, after a week of the Wholesale and Retail Grocer's convention In New York.

Behind that culm exterior he was greatly excited. Something In the young man's question faintly stirred his memory. Surely there had been mention of "alabaster In that old play. Vaguely feeling that there was another answer, he took particular- pains to be exact. "We've gut an electric light plant for the store only, as you'll notice.

In the house we hum coal oil. They're (tochester lamps." He threw the door wide open and beckoned to his companion to enter, saying: "Welcome home, Ned. Welcome to i'eacc Valley and our store." With their entrance conversation 'topped and all eyes turned toward Mr. Dabbs and his companion. N-d stiw what seemed an immense i cavern lit hv crtioVU- instnlled electric i lights which shed a garish glow over the huge stock of canned goods, flower poK cotton cotli, hams, bacon, tea.

coffee and other staples which constitute a general store. "Hollo, Sim," Mr. Dabbs begau, greeting the blg-heitded, pale-faced man behind the counfr who was ladling out sugar a fanner. before be co tid introduce Ned, clear, girlii-h vobv interrupted: "I beg pardon, but could will any-. one tell tne the road to Clover llol-j low?" The occupant of the store trans-i fern il their attention to the irli i i.i.!.i Mr.

Dabbs and bis companion. She was a Mender, vivid, dark girl. One might suspect, aud find, red lights In the brown hulr almost hidden by her close-fining lint, and fire In the hiue eyes that looked out from under long, dark luhhes. Everything about her spoke of money and care expended upon every article of her clothing. She had that curious air of responsibility and knowledge that Is so oddly part of youth that the war has left us.

"I beg pardon," Ned begun, but the girl looked past hlra and at the capable Dabbs, who had turned toward her and was pointing through the durk diKrway aa he spoke: "Oo straight along up that road until you pass Brook farm, which you'll know by the Utile covered baldgeover the brook. Cross the bridge, turn to the right and keep ou up the hill and away from Pence Valley and you'll be on the only road to Hover Hollow." The girl thanked him hrlcily. though cordially, and went swiftly out. Or.li nnrlly the crowd would have discussed her, her destination and her likelihood of being a "afiiyer" or Just a visitor at Clover Hollow. But now there wus another stranger present, nnd they turned their alti-iillon lo Ned.

Mr. Dublin Introduced him briefly: "My in phew, Ned Carter, come to slay awhile." i I I the White House to In form Miss John ston ot the fact. Explaining the situation to her mother, the sirl, "Mary," is astonished by ihat lady emotion at the mention of Dabbs name. The cook arrives, and Mary, with Ned, goes to the village for groceries. They are seen by Dorothy Selden.

Mrs. John-ton, worried over financial troubles, Is bothered by Dorothy, who warns her there is something suspicious about fci-d Carter. CHAPTER V. There is something about Mary vaguely familiar to Dabbs, and he is highly interested in village gossip concerning the mother and daughter. Mrs.

Johnston accompanies Jlury to an Inn for luncheon. Dabbs aeee Airs. Johnston and is obviously perturbed. He Informs Ned he has something on his mind that he would to tell him. (CHAPTER VI.

Claude reveals to Ned a romance of his early life. He had married, while at college, and under peculiar circumstances, and his wife left him the day after the ceremony. He Is convinced "Mrs. Johnston" Is his wife, "Polly," and naturally wants to know, Who Is Mary? CHAPTER VII. Mrs.

Johnston tells lary they are practically penniless, through a trustee's defalcation, She plans an appeal to Loren Rangeley, her banker, and Mary endeavors to dissuade hor. While with Ned, Mary falls Into a pool. Ned gets her out, unhurt, but tne incident reveals to him the real aaturo of his feelings toward the girl. CHAPTER an attempt to tlenr up the situation, Dabbs sends Mrs. Johnston $500, which he had from her when they were married.

She keeps the money, satisfying Dabbs she is his wife, but, Who Is Mary? Mrs. Johnston and her daughter go to New-York, on Dabbs' money. Dabbs tells Ned he knows he is iiangeley's son and the two men arrange to follow the women. "Polly" Informs Loren Range-ley she and Mary are going to Europe CHAPTER IX. Mrs.

Johnston tell? JX-r something of her early life and poverty, and acknowledges that Dabbs is Mary's father. The Ktrl is pleased, declaring she likes Dabbs. CHAPTER X. Claude, at a meeting with Mary, is overjoyed when the girl gladly acknow ledges their relationship He has for some time been convinced the rttrl Is his daughter. She tells him she ur.il her mother are sailing to Ea-rope next day.

Dabbs promises tu meet Mary there. She tells him her mother I In finaio nil ir.o;v. bat declines t-'s offer of pecuniary assistance, believing him a comparatively poor man. CHAPTER Venice. Ned aft-er some shrev.d maneuvering meets Mary.

Hip s-tivntmu v-making somewhat disconcerts the girl, and to make matters or he a wile they are in a gondola an, hi.id-n fr'u-i publ'e view. She is of course outwardly furious, hut In her heart CHAPTKR XII Marv oeknn, her mother, takes dinner with er f- I her father in New yrK My wr. leaving Venice at once, hut Mary r- Uses to go. (in her moMu-r declaring I her intention of wiring to Loren i ley, whieh the uirl krr.v;. 1 has up mind to divorce I Dabbs and marry Rangeley for hu i warm, ner sueh nov 1 will mean their separation.

CHAPTER day Mar, tells Ned of her mother's knowledge of their meeting and her Intf ntions with regard to Loren Rangeley, whom Mary hates. She Is astonished anj Cepiy hurt when Ned admits his relationship to Rangeley. To his astound-d dauirhter Dabbs confesses a -nil. Ilonalrs and that who to Venice to see him, Is In a way hi servant, Dsbbs leaves the Ktrl With Ned while he toes to see CHAPTF.R XIV. The meeting leavas Poll, with a better understandir th man to whom Is married and L'abhs With much of his early love tell, her of Ned's Identity and of his on wealth but fine Is not seemingly Impressed by the money.

-She agrees, however to ao with him to meet Hangele, and the young- poople. Ned secures from Mary a practical promlne to marry him Kar.yeley. learning Tolly Mrs. Dabbs makes the best of the situation nmj leaves them. Poll, and Dabbs arrlva partial understanding.

CHAPTER XV. rteturned to pee. Valley. Ned appeals to Polly vr(j uncomfortable situation, sin. Mnr, will not marr, him until her f.itlier and mother are completely on.iUd.

Polly, only her pride hav-tug stood In the way. agrees to rMurn to Tl.iod" his wife. Ned and lete them, to tie married, and I'ollv entiim her huxhand's house, which I. threiuirh her pregpnee, to I.e. tho Imaginary home of Lyt-joii's (oinous play, lit "alabaster la ps.".