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The gay ecklessness which hnd so coruplete- v bewitched her and which she had lought to be manliness had been uere bombast and bravado. At ottom he was a braggart—small, owardly, purposeless—a ship wlth- ut a rudder. Endowed with good looks and a evil-tuay-care charm, he had ailed her his star and pleaded his eed of her, and she had mistaken Ity for love and believed that to elp guide his foundering craft ito port was a heaven-sent tuis- on. Alas, she had over-estimated both er own power and his sincerity, ason had no real desire to alter Is conduct. Instead, day by day e slipped lower and lower and, nable to aid him or prevent disas- er, sb.9 had been forced to look on. Her love for him was dead, and er self-control was dealt a humil- itlng blow. Sometimes she reproached herself or the tragedy and, scrutinizing ie past, wondered whether she light not have prevented it. Had ie done her full part; been as pa- en t, sympathetic, understanding s she ought to have been? Did his efeat lie at her door? With the honesty characteristic '. her, she could not see that it did. he might, no doubt, have played er role better. One always could given a second chance. Never- leless she had tried, tried with ,-er.y ounce of strength In her— •led and failed! Well, It was too late for regrets ow. Such reflections belonged to ie past and she must put them be- ind her as useless, morbid abstrac- ons. She had paid for her folly— indeed folly It had been. Now Ith optimism and courage she ioked fearlessly forward. That as why, as she caught up her hat, smile curled her lips. The house did look pretty, the ay was glorious. She was a-tlngle ith eagerness to see what It might ring. While she paced the platform ai awyer fulls, the nearest station, iarcia fidgeted. She had never seen ny of Jason's family. At first a esultory correspondence had taken lace between him and his sister, urgaret; then gradually It had iUd a natural tlmuh—the result, o duubt, of his Indolence and eglect. \Vhen the letters cuased oiuing, Manila had let matters il;e their course. .She had written Margaret a short ote after his duuih and had re- elved a reply expressing such gen- iue grief it had more than ever onvliu-eJ her that her course had een the wise and generous one. Vliat troubled her most in the let- er had been Us outpouring of sym- athy for herself. She detested sub- urfuge and as she read sentence fter sentence, which should have leant so much and in reality meant o little, the knowledge that she ad not been entirely frank had rought with it an uncomfortable ense of guilt. It was not what he had said but what she had •ithheld that accused her. Marcia Howe was no masquerader, nd until this moment the hypoc- Isy she had practiced had demand- d no sustained acting. Little by ttle, moreover, the pricking of her onsclence had been forgotten. Illes of distance separated her rom Jason's relatives and It had een easy to allow the deceit, If eceit It hud been, to stand. But now these barriers were to e broken down and she suddenly eallzed that to keep up the fraud o artlessly begun was going to be xceedlngly difficult. She was not clever dissembler. H she had followed her usual cus- om and been open with Jason's ister, the dilemma in which she low found herself would never have arisen. Granted that her motive had >ieen a worthy ooe had It not bet-4 audacious to make of herself a £04 and withhold from Margaret Uavden facts she had had every right to know, facts that belonged to her? Such burdens were given human beings to bear, not to escape from. But If with mistaken kindness she had been guided by a pygmy, short-sighted philosophy, It wag too late, reflected Mnrcla, for her to remedy her error In judgment. But Sylvia—Jason's niece? With her coming, all the arguments Marcia had worn threadbare for and against the exposure of Jason's true character presented themselves afresh. Should she deceive the girl as she had her mother? Or should she tell her the truth? She was still pondering the question when the train, witli Its single car, came to a stop beside the platform. Three passengers descended. The Drst was a young Portuguese woman, dark of face, and carrying a bulging bag from which protruded gay bits of embroidery. Behind her came a slender, blue- eyed girl, burdened not only with her own suit-case, but with a basket apparently belonging to a wee, wizened old lady who followed her. "Now we must find Henry," the girl was saying In a clear gentle voice. "Of course he'll be here. Look! Isn't that he—the man just driving up in a car? I guessed as much from your description. You need not have worried, you see. Good-by, Mrs. Doane. I hope you'll have a lovely visit with your son," The little old lady smiled up at her. "Good-by, my dear. You've taken care of me like as If you'd been my own daughter. I ain't much used to jauntln' about, and it frets me. Are your folks here? If not, I'm sure Henry wouldn't mind—" "Oh, somebody'll turn up to meet me, Mrs. Doane. I'll be all right. Good-by." Then as Marcia watched, she saw the lithe young creature stoop suddenly and kiss the withered cheek. The next Instant she was swinging up the platform. The slim figure In Its .well-tailored blue suit; the trimly shod feet; the small hat so provokingly tilted over the bright eyes, the wealth of golden curls that escaped from beneath It all shattered Marcia's calculations. She had thought of Sylvia Hayden as farm-bred—the product of an Inland, country town—a creature starved for breath of outlook and social opportunity.. It was disconcerting to discover that she was none of these things. Well, If she was chagrined, there was consolation In seeing that the girl was equally discomfited. As she approached Marcia, she accosted her uncertainly with the words: "Pardon me. I am looking for a She Had Thought of Sylvia Hayden as Farm-Bred, the Product of an Inland, Country Town. relative—a Mrs. Howe. You don't happen to know, do you—" "I'm Marcia." "But I thought—I expected—" gasped the girl. "And I thought—I expected—" Marcia mimicked gaily. For a moment they looked search- Ingly Into one another's face, then laughed. "Fancy having an aunt like you!" exclaimed the Incredulous Sylvia. "And fancy having a niece like you!" "Well, all I con say Is I'm glad I came," was the girl's retort. "I wasn't altogether sure I should be when I started east. I said to myself: 'Sylvia you are taking a big chance. You may Just be wasting your money.'" "You may still find It's been wasted." "No, I shan't. I know already It has been well spent," announced the girl. "Walt until you see where you're going." "I am going to Paradise—I'm certain of It. The glimpses I've had of the ocean from the train have convinced me of that. Do you live where you can see it, Aunt Marcia? Will It be nearby?" "I shall not tell you one thing," Marcia replied. "At least only one, and that Is that I flatly refuse to be Aunt Marcia to you! It makes me feel like Methuselah. I really haven't that amount of dignity." "Ah, now my last weak, wavering doubt Is vanished. Not only am I glad I came but I wish I'd come before." She saw a shadow flit across her aunt's face. "You weren't asked until now," observed Marcia with cryptic brevity. "That wouldn't have mattered. Had I known what you were like, I should have come without an Invitation." In spite of herself, Marcia smiled. "Here's the car," she answered. "What about your trunk?" "I didn't bring one." "You didn't bring a trunk! But you are to make a long visit, child." "I—I wasn't sure that I'd want to," Sylvia replied. "You see I was a wee bit afraid of you. I had no Idea what you were like. If I'd brought my things, I'd have been obliged to stay." "You're a cautious young person," was Marcia's dry observation. " 'Twould serve you right If I sent you home at the end of a fortnight." "Oh, please don't do that," begged Sylvia. "It's In the Alton City Courier that I have gone east to visit relatives for a few weeks. If I should come right back, everybody would decide I'd stolen the family silver or done something disgraceful. Besides—my trunk is all packed, locked, strapped and I've brought the key," added she with disarming frankness. "It can be sent for In case—" "I see!" nodded Marcia, her lips curving Into a smile In spite of herself, "I said you were cautious." "Don't you ever watch your own step?" As the myriad pros and cons she had weighed and eliminated before inviting her guest passed in quick review before Marcia's mind, she chuckled: "Sometimes I do," she conceded grimly. CHAPTER III T HE village store, grandiloquently styled by a red sign the Wilton emporium, was thronged with the usual noontime crowd. It was a still, gray day, murky with fog, and the odors of wet oilskins, steaming rubber coats, clamp woolens blended with a mixture of tar, coffee and tobacco smoke, made its Interior thick and stuffy. Long ago the airtight stove had consumed such remnants of oxygen as the room contained. The windows reeked with moisture; the floor was gritty with sand. These discomforts, however, failed to be of consequence to the knot of men who, rain or shine, congregated there at mall time. They were accustomed to them. Indeed, a drizzle, far from keeping the ha- bitues away, rendered the meeting place unusually popular. Shuffling over to the counter where his friends were huddled, Zenas Henry unostentatiously joined them. "Yes, siree, there'll be somethln' doin' In Wilton now," Enoch Morton, the fish-man, was saying. "That sand bar's goin' to be the center of the town, If I don't miss my guess. There'll be more'n Charlie Kklriclge lishln' In the channel." A laugh greeted the prediction. "Who's seen her?" Captain Benjamin Todd inquired. "I have," came the piping voice of Lemuel GUI. "Me and 'Becca rowed over from Belloport Saturday. The girl's Jason's niece nil right, same's folks say, though she looks no more like him than chalk like cheese. A prettier little critter 'twould be hard to find. I'm almighty glad she's come, too, for It's goin' to be grand for Mnrcla, who must be lonely enough out there with only the setter for company." "It's her own fault. She could have other companions was she so minded," declared Captain Phinens Taylor, significantly. "Oh, we all know that, Phinens," agreed the gentle Lemuel Gill, "There's plenty of folks hankerln" to be comrades to Marcia. The only trouble Is she doesn't want •era." "With this girl at her elbow, she'll want "em even less, I reckon," Asaph Holmes Interposed. "Mnb.be. Still, I h'gger that ain't a-goin' to discourage her admirers none. Why, within the week Sylvia's been here, I happen to know Marcia's had four buckets of clams, a catch of flounders, an' a couple of cuts of swordftsh presented to her," Ephvaliu Wise, the mail carrier, announced. "That stray blue-flsh of Charlie Eldrldge's must 'a' swelled the collection some, too," put in Lemuel. "That ain't all the gifts The Wld- der's had, neither, 1 ' volunteered Silas Nlckerson, the postmaster. who now joined the group. "More'n one lobster's been sneaked to Mar cla after dusk." "I don't so much mind folks makln' Marcia friendly donations,' Capt. Jonas Baker declared with guilty haste. "In my opinion, It's right an' proper they should. But when It comes to Kleazer Crocker who's head of the flre department an' undertaker as well, goin' over there for the entire evenln' with the keys to the engine house In his pocket, I think the town oughter take some action "bout it. S'pose there was to be a fire an' him hemmed In by the tide t'other side the channel? The whole village might burn to the ground 'fore ever he could be fetched home." "Well, anyhow, I'm glad this niece of Marcln's come," broke In Lemuel Gill. "She's a pleasant lit tie critter an' will kinder stir things up." "Oh, there's no danger but she'll do that all right, Lemmy," Zenas Henry drawled. "You can general ly depend on a "pretty girl to raise a rumpus. Give her a month In town an* she'll most likely have all the male population cuttln' one another's throats." Fortunately both Marcia and Sylvia were at the moment too far out of earshot for this menacing pre- "She's a Pleasant Little Critter." diction to reach them. Cut off by curtains of fog and a tide that foamed through the channel, they were standing In the Homestead kitchen. It was a room boasting spaca enough for an old-fashioned brick oven; an oil stove; two sand- scrubbed tables, snow white and smooth as satin; a high-backed rocker cushioned In red calico; braided rugs and shelves for plants. A regal kitchen truly—one that bespoke both comfort and hospitality. It was Sylvia, however, who, In a smock of flowered chintz, lent the room its supreme touch of color. She looked as if all the blossoms In all the world had suddenly burst Into bloom and twined themselves about her slender body. With her coming, a new world had opened to Marcia. To see Sylvia jauntily sweep aside old conventions; to behold the different emphasis she put upon familiar problems; to witness her audacious belittling of Issues her elders had been wont to grapple with was an experience that continually shocked, stimulated, challenged and amused. For, youthful though Sylvia was, she had personality, character, stratums of wisdom far In advance of her years. A very Intriguing companion, Marcia admitted, one of whose many-sidedness she would not soon tire. "Now what shall our menu be, Marcia, dear?" she was asking. "Remember, according to our compact, It is my turn to get the dinner." "Anything but fish!" Marcia answered with a groan. "I'm so tired of salt-water products it seems as If never again could I touch another." "I'.ut, my dear, if you will li.ive a stag line of nautical admirers, what can you expect? Von must pay the penalty. Besides, I think you're ungrateful," Sylvia pouted, "I love clams and other sea foods." "You've not had so many of them in your lifetime us I have. Besides, I suspect you are not telling the truth. Come, confess. Aren't you a wee bit fed up on clams? Clam chowder Monday night, steamed clams Tuesday noon; clam fritters Tuesday night. And then that blue- lish. Why, it was big as a shark! I used to think it would be romantic to be a Lorelei and live deep down beneath the waves; but this avalanche of fish—!" Despairingly she shrugged her shoulders. Sylvia laughed. "I don't feel at all like that. I've had a feast of fish and enjoyed It. But If I were to express a preference It would be for the hard- shelled suitors. Do select one of those for a husband, Marcia," begged she, whimsically. "Sylvia! You absurd child!" "Just consider the clam character for a moment—30 silent, so close-mouthed; never stirring up trouble or wanting to be out nights. In my opinion, he would be an Ideal helpmate. Murcla, do marry one o! the clams!" "Sylvia, you are ridiculous!' Marcia protested. "You forget I an your aunt." 'TO BE CONTINUED) (Your Best Flare Forward in Simple, All-Occasion Frock PATTIiiniV 2S07 ' There's many a "flare" in the fash- Ion sky this fall, and no smart skirt will dare sally forth without at least one. 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