Evening Republican, Volume 18, Number 165, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 July 1914 — CHAPTER XIV. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

CHAPTER XIV.

Clara had run down the steps/leaving the swing vibrating somewhat jerkily from the speed of her abandonment of it, declaring that she wished to get a sight of the elder Mr. Wallace, even if he aid not choose to stop and talk when he came up. She had noted that the chauffeur, seeing the father and son approach, had already started his engine. Her desertion left Broadway

and Josie In the swing alone together. He laughed. "Did you notice that? She calls him ‘Bob.’ I heard him call her ‘Clara’ 16 times today." Josie smiled. “Yes; I noticed that” Jackson was strangely intent upon her answer. He was confused, although he did not know the reason why. And then, suddenly, he knew. Finding that he knew; he found himself still more confused. * ■ "Did you notice it?" he asked, with intense earnestness, knowing, somehow, that he was an ass. “I didn’t think you noticed it.” Josie thrilled, but found it hard to smother laughter—not wholly that of ridicule, mostly that of joyousness/She made no other answer. He looked around them at the broad veranda, with its pillared, old colonial doorway and wide windows; his eyes paused along the visible front of the enormous house itself, surveyed the spreading lawn, now dusky with the evening shadows of magnificent old trees, and the curving graveled drive, examined all, indeed, that he could see of the superb and spacious old Jones place. . "Nice little house, Isn’t it?” he asked. ‘ . "Oh. I Just love it!” It was, indeed, the show place of the town, and few were the local maidens who had not dreamed dreams of some time .living in a mansion like it—dreamed wondering dreams, speculative of unguessed sensations of vast wealth. “Do you?” “Why, yes. Don’t you?” "Yes,” said Broadway, now looking not at the great house or any portion of the splendid grounds, but straight at her, although she was not sure of this because the light had very nearly failed. “I’m just crazy about it, that’s all!” She laughed and so did he. He had not much idea what he really was saying. “You know, I think I shall become a model country gentleman in time,” he added. > w "It must seem strange to you, after the life you’ve been living.” She meant it very innocently, it shocked him fiercely. He sat up in the swing and gazed at her with outthrust neck —that gesture which she thought; was awkward, funny, when she saw it first, in school days, but which she had rather begun to like. “What do you know about the life I’ve been living?” he demanded. She was not in the least suspicious. "I mean in New York —that great, big, wonderful place! It is a wonderful place, isn’t it?” He had had a thrill of panic. Now he quieted, although his heart still throbbed a little. He was glad she did not know about the life he had been leading. “Have you never been to New York?” he asked. “Never." “That’s funny. Would you like to go to New York?" “I don’t think I’d like to live there; but I*d like to see New York.” “Well, I can show It to you. May I some time? It only takes four hours to get there. It took me five years to get back!” ’’You had a long trip.” “Trip? I stumbled,” he said dreamily. "What isßroadway?” "Broadway?" “It’s a street, of course, but—” “It’s probably the greatest street in the world.” “Some people say it’s terrible.” “It is.” “And some people say it’s wonderful.” “It is—truly wonderful.” "I don’t understand.” “Nobody understands Broadway,” he’ answered. “People hate it, yet they don’t know why. People love it, yet they don’t know why. I don’t It’s just because it’s Broadway.” "Is it a mystery?” “That’s what it is—a mystery.” He shook his head in thought. The subject had lost interest to her —because she did not know its fascinations. “I suppose you go to church every Sunday morning. Tomorrow’s Sunday.” (TO BE CONTINUED.)

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