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THIS HAS HAPPEVCD ASHTORrTH ASH*. Heston slenofrrh*|. nriet her mar.ithy employer. HOLLIS HART, while < rutting tarough the Wtst Indies. Ah'fth goes eshore at Dominic*, and almost the first person she see* Is Mr. Hurt She Is fearfully txelted at the chance encounter, and yory happy—because Ashtoreth, for some Months, has been exceedingly interested In her millionaire bos*. And small Wonder. Hart la rather handsome and has such a wonderful personality! He ts old enough to be Ashtoreth a father, but he cerw.lnly does net loot It. ftefoie leaving on her crulae to the Indta4 Ashtoreth had heard that Mr. Hart Was in South America. He left Boston hurriedly following a little fracas with a girl named BAD!* MORTON, thorn he had befriended, and who tried to take advantage of his good nature. Shortly afterward Ashtoreth had a bresdewh and her mother. MAIZEE, procured a job In order to earn enough money to send the girl awuy for a rest. Mr. Hart proposes that they visit his house on the mountain. And Ashtoreth. in a mad moment, determines to miss the boat.. That, of courso. will complicate Ih'ngs. NOW GO ON WITH THE BTOBT CHAPTER XXIV— (Continued) Bui Ashtoreth shut her ears to its tiresome questioning:. She felt suddenly very gay and very young, and more adventurous than ever before. As if her soul had put away its make-believe wisdom—and all its silly little pretensions—and donned, by miracle, a Jester's -winkling cap and fluttering skirts. “I’m happy!’’ rejoiced her soul. "Oh, I'm so happy! And something just beautiful is going to happen!" Mr. Hart was delighted. He called a little black boy, and spoke to him In patois. “I've told him to get us a horse," he told Ashtoreth. “and have him ridden out to the foot of the mountain. Now we’ll get a car, and I’li begin to show you the sights.” CHAPTER XXV MR. HART was happy as a schoolboy. “I've a proprietary interest in this place already,” he boasted. “Quite as If I'd discovered it. I have, as a matter of fact, bought a place up on the heights, and some day I shall build a little house and come to It when I am very tired and weary, and want nothing better than to fill my soul with peace.” He spoke softly, “It is beautifully romantic. Nights on the mountain are simply divine. Soft and sweet, and lull ol the most languorous fragrance. “Last night there were a million fireflies abroad, swinging' golden lanterns. And I sat on my litfle porch and heard the mournful cooing of the doves, and •'The moving moon went up the sky. And nowhere did abide; Softly she wds going up, And a star or two beside.'' "You'll see them tonight that moon of mine ’and a star or two besides.’ ” “Oh. I'll love It!" she cried. “I know r you will. Ashtoreth," he said and his voice caressed her name as it fell from his lips. “You make me love m.v name,” she told him. "No one else says it aa prettily as you. You mustn’t ever call me ‘Miss Ashe' again. It makes me sa happy to hear you say ’Ashtoreth.’ ” "Then you mustn’t be formal with me.” he retorted. "I know I'm old enough to be your father, and all that. But couldn’t you forget it just for tonight?” "You old!” she exclaimed. “My goodness, you're not old- Besides, I don't like awfully young men. They're so Inexperienced. I think almost all girls like older men. I know I do. “A gifi gets so tired of boys these days. They're all alike. All they want to do is Just dance, and pet, and chatter. And be awfully silly. It> dreadful the way they drink, too. Now, it's different with an older man. You're different, anyhow.” Hollis Hart smiled. . . . But Ashtoreth knew he liked “Little flatterer!" he murmured, it. "But you are.” she insisted. “T mean It. A girl could talk about serious things with you.” •My dear," he protested, “you're not going to be serious!” She blushed. "Because I couldn't stand it." he told her. "Not on a night like this. We re going to look on moon and stars and the sea. And we re going to breathe the night from the top of the mountain. . . . And we're going to be utterly banal . . . and happy as fools 1" THEY found their car in the little village square. It was growing dark. And as they turned their faces toward the mountain, a

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“Thank Odd. thU story broke on our time,” Harry Blaine remarked devoutly, when he had very thoroughly interviewed Tony and Cherry, and was ready to go back to the offices of the Press, Stan* ton's most important evening news* paper. ••Meaning which?” Pat Tarver inquired. “Why. that the Press gets first crack at it. rather than the Morntng Star, of course," Harry Blaine translated. “Is it really necessary to spread poor Cry.lal all over the front pages. Harry?” Tony persisted, voice and eves forlorn. “If you want to find her. it is,” Harry retorted. "The public will be von* best bet in the detective business. to say nothing of reporters. “Well. I’ve got to beat it. Police headquarters is holding the news back until the Press gets on the streets with the story, but I’d like the first extra to be out by 10 o’clock, at the latest. I’U keep in touc-i.” At nine Pat Tarver left for his own office, after having reiterated his offers of assistance of arty and every sort, including the ransom money, if another and larger demand should be made. Tony and Sandy had already left for Grayson's to carry out Harry Blaine's suggestions to the letter, and. in addition, to appeal to the kind-hearted conductcr of the interurban not to volunteer any information to the press concerning Crystal's several trips to the country. Bob telephoned that he was

purple twilight began to fall. Swiftly, as it does in the tropics. Below them the ocean shimmered In luminous haze. And all about them, in the gathering dusk, Btretched the incredible world. . . . Ashtoreth leaned back and smiled contentedly. Adventure lay ahead . . . and she knew it. Preeently Hart took her hand in his and held it gently. “It’s lovely,” he said, "having you here. I’ve wanted so to share it all. What is it Byron says?— ‘All who Joy would win Mull share it —happiness was bom a twin.’ “That’s it, isn’t it? It's the idea, anyhow. Well, that’s what I’ve been feeling. And I can’t tell you, Ashtoreth, how glad I am to be with you. Don’t let me be selfish now, and forget that time flies. We can’t have you miss that boat. I don’t know that there's a hotel or anything of that sort in the place.” He glanced at his watch. “Oh, well, we’ve iots of time. We’ll have to make the most of it.” Ashtoreth’s heart beat excitedly. . . . Not a hotel in the place! Well, what of it? There must be some place a girl could stay. Anyhow sue wasn’t going to get on that dreadful boat again ... end be snubbed by those impossible people. “Not a chance!” she told herself . . . and leaned a little against Mr. Hart. Just a little. “It’3 so nice,” she whispered, “finding you.” He pressed her hand . . . and they rode for miles and miles. And all the while Ashtoreth’s soul was chorusing. "Adventure! Adventure! Oh, lovely, lovely Adventure!” ... And she leaned a little closer . . . Just a little. n tt IT was dark when they reached the little house on the mountain side, and servants came to meet them with flaming torches. "We rather rough things here,” he apologized as he helped her dismount. "But Lisa will give you a good dinner, I know. And while she’s laying an extra plate I can show you my garden in the moonlight.” He laughed. “You'd think I'd planted It myself —the way I love it.” They wandered about hand in hand like children, or lovers. And he told her a verse that made him think of her, he said. “It’s a pretty little thing,” he said. "Would you like to hear it?” “Ts tt makes you think of me,” she told him. “I certainly would.” "Well." he amended, "let's say of you and me. Because, personally. “ I as born Idle, and meant for summer days. Where the sea Is ever blue Anti the palm forever sways. O how I hate winter and all his ways! I was born idle to e‘.t upon a throne. With a queen forever YOU, I4ke a Illy scarcely blown. With your eyes carved out of a. big moonstone. f was born Idle to dream my life away. With a young moon evei new. And the world forever May, And the sound of streams in my years alway ' " He spoke it softly, with Ills arm about her shoulders. And they sat beneath them with pink and fragrant blossoms. He put his fingers beneath her chin and tilted her mouth to Ills. "Oh lips as read as my hibiscus!” he whispered. "I kiss—and question not.” She drew away, puzzled, and shaking a little. "You shouldn't do that," she reproved him primly, “You shouldn't have come out in the garden!” he retorted. "I guess you forgot," she countered, "that I'm your stenographer and you’re my boss." “Oh. no, I don’t!” he retorted- " That's just the trouble. It would be so much nicer if you were only a princess—and I was your fairy prince." “And then what would we do?’ she asked. “I’d shut you up." he threatened, "in a 'castle all of pearl with towers that touched the top of the moon'—and I should be yours, and you should be mine, forever and ever—week In—week out." "And we wouldn't ever go to the office?" she cried. "Never,” he pronounced solemnly. "We'd pick flowers all day and stars all night. And we’d go to sleep in the tops of the trees." She smiled at his tender nonsense.

making the rounds of all hospitals within a flfty-mile radius, but that he would keep in hourly touch with his home. “And how's Faith?” he demanded of Cherry, who had answered the telephone. “She's sleeping. Dr. Black gave her a sedative,” Cherry answered. •'Why don't you ask how I’m bearing up? I don't get any sympathy around here ” “Oh. you’re enjoying the excitement and you know it,” Bob retorted with cruel frankness. "Don’t forget that Nils is due home from Kansas City today, and behave yourself accordingly. Is Beardsley still there?” “Yes—-you beast!” Cherry cried, slamming the receiver upon the hook. Tears of rage were glittering in her eyes when she re-entered the living-room, where Alan Beardsley was striding about nervously. He mistook the tears for grief, and Ills desire to comfort her overrode discretion. “You poor little darling!” he murmured. taking her hand; then, as she let it lie passively in his. he quickly swept her to his breast, his handsome head bending low so that his lips could brush her tumbled copper-aud-gold curls. "You do understand me don’t think I’m a horrid, selfish little beast?’? she gasped brokenly. Before he kissed her. hungrily, she reflected swiftly that this was the first man who had done so since she had fallen in love with her Viking, Nila. (To Be Continued)

A BLACK woman came through the garden wall. On her turbaned head she bore a tray, which she placed on the ground beside them. Then, with a swizzel stick she whipped the sweetened rum she had, to a frothing bead. "Everybody drinks punch here," Hart remarked, “but don’t take it unless you care for it, Ashtoreth.” She thought that he would think more highly of her if she refused. "You really don’t mind?” she queried. “Not a bit,” he said. “Asa matter of fact I hate to see women drinking. I suppose I'm a bit of a puritan.” He sent the servant away. "Tell'Lisa to hurry.” he instructed her. “I am afraid Miss Ashe is very hungry'.” He offered her his cigarets yien. But she shook her head. “No—l don't smoke either,” she said and hoped he itould not notice the yellow mark on her fingers. She had previously been ra*‘*er proud of that stain. “It looked sophisticated, she thought—as if she had been smoking for years and years. Asa matter of fact Ashtoreth did not care particularly for cigarets. “You don’t mean to tell me,” he exclaimed, “that you neither smoke nor drink!” “I don’t even pet,” she informed him saucily and, taking a seman “blossom, patted his nose with It. "They’re like powder puffs, aren’t they?” she said. “I never saw blossoms so dAinty and sweet.” “Sometimes it’s called the Powder Puff Tree,” he told her. The black woman came padding softly back through the garden wall. “Dinner is served,” she said. It was a feast tor the gods. Flying fish and “mountain chicken” (which was, really, frogs), 'and little roast guinea birds, and the most surprising vegetables. And for desert a custard that floated in a sea of cocanut cream and rose petals. “We'd better hurry,” cautioned Hart as they lingered over their coffee. “It’s going to be rather dark going down the mountain, and we won't be able to make very good time. “I want to show you my begonias, too, before you go. You won't recognise them for begonias, Ashtoreth. They’re so tall you won’t be able to reach the blossoms." “Begoniaa!” she cried. "Why, Mother has lots of them. In flower pots, I mean.” "Wait till you see mine!” he exulted. “They grow like Jack's bean stalk.” Ashtoreth was getting a little panic stricken. The boat had gone, hours ago. , She wondered if. perhaps, the servants knew anything about it. If Mr. Hart might learn of its sailing before they started down the mountain. “Come,” he proposed. “We’ll go to the gallery for a minute and you can see the lights in the village below, flickering like celestial flames, all gold and shifting. And you can see the lights on the boat, too —the boat that will bear you, presently, away from me." He took her hand and they went from the dining room into the night. "See." he said, “that's Roseau down there. And over here —why, Ashtoreth. the boat has gone!” "Gone!" she repeated foolishly. “It certainly has!" he declared, his voice rising in excitement. “She sailed away while we were at dinner!” He stepped through the long door into the house and called to a servant, speaking in patois. “Yes,” he announced, reappearing in a moment, “Chere says she leC on schedule. My dear, you mus* have made a mistake. I'm fearfullv sorry. I scarcely know what to say. “I should have verified the tima It was stupid of me, but I was anxious to bring you here as quickly as possible. There is a wireless stt.tlon in Roseau. We can send a message to the boat and ask if she will return for you. I’m rather afraid though—we've lost a great deal of time, you see. Chere says she left hours ago. I'd no idea how time was flying." His manner was so concerned that Ashtoreth found no difficulty iu seeming herself disconcerted. In truth, she had begun to be appro hensive. Mr. Hart was so obviously upset. "But what shall I do?" she cried "I was Just proposing that we send a wireless,” he explained, "but. on second thought, I’m afraid it is rather a preposterous notion. "We might be able to get a motor boat and go on to the next Island Your boat will be there several hours, and I’ve no doubt we could make It on time. But—it's an allnight trip, you see—my dear. I am sorry!” In all sincerity Ashtoreth protested. "Oh, Mr. Hart, all those dreadful women on board? What would they say?\ They’d never get over talking about it." “No,” he agreed. "I suppose they wouldnt. But, see here. Ashtoreth, I thought we'd agreed to be a bit informal. What do you mean— Mistering me—on a night like I this!” i She apologized prettily. I “I didn't mean to —Holly—honest." "Well, don't let It happen again!” he admonished sternly. “Or I’ll be forgetting we're a couple of gypsies and begin dictating directly. Seriously now. though, what ani I going to do Witt* you, woman?’ She smiled at his distress. "Honestly. I don't know. Haven’t you got a dungeon anywhere about?” "You vagabond!" he cried. “I don't believe you care." "Oh. yes I* do." she assured him, big eyed and serious. "Im absolutely petrified. I haven't an idea in the world's what's going to become of me or how you propose getting rid of me . . . ” "Well." he suggested. "I suppose there’s a boarding housf or something of the sort in Roseau. Would you be afraid of staying up here if I should go down” “All alone?” she cried. "But I've a dozen servants,” he reminded her. "And you'd be safe j as a bug in a rug." (To be continued)

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