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THIS HAS HAPPENED HELEN PAGE fels unhappy when har tin .niatei accusr her of bem<? in love v. rh her handsome guardian. LEONARD BRENT. Bui he represents ai! that she knows of home and family and he has promised to clear up thp mystery of her birth after she graduates. However, a chance meeting with a chine beggar causes Brent to change all his plans regarding Helen's future. Before the man dies he tells Brent that hi.s name is CHARLES OWENS NELLIN; that his wife is dead and that he has hidden a daughter from a wealthy grandfather. CYRIL K. CUNNINGHAM of Yonkers. Posing as a newspaper man searching for story material. Brent secures farts and evidence which aid his plans When Helen is graduated shs. reminds her guardian that he has promised to tell her about her parents, and is amazed when he tells her that she Is the heiress of Cyril K. Cunningham. He shows her a locket which he had secured from the dying Nellin and tells her the picture is of her mother, EVANGELINE CUNNINGHAM NELLIN. In accordance with a promise made to her parents, he tells her that he must now take her to her grandfather. Obtaining an interview with Cunningham. Brent introduces Helen as his granddaughter and tells him her story. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XII *T HOPE," Brent said firmly, “that 1 Helen will not forget your unkindness to her mother.” It was a. master stroke. Plausibility did not. admit- of a man attempting to foster an impostor upon another man. and at the same time plainly make his own effort as difficult, as possible. Mr. Cunningham was puzzled, and a trifle disarmed. “As you say,” he snapped at Brent, “the matter rests between me and . . he turned to Helen, “this young lady.” f “Your granddaughter,” Brent answered flatly. He felt well satisfied with the progress he had made. He was convinced that Mr. Cunningham would not turn Helen away, once he accepted the belief that she was indeed his granddaughter. And the readiest way to make him believe was to rob the situation of all appearance of an attempt to take advantage of it. Brent had reasoned. Helen would be but a pawn. But now she was speaking for herself. “I didn't want to come here, Mr. Cunningham.” she said swiftly. “I’ve grown up under Mr. Brent's care and I want to remain with him. After he told me about my father and mother I said I never wanted to see you. but mother wanted me to come and . . . and . . .” "Here you are." Mr. Cunningham retorted dryly “And now that you are here.” he added hastily, “let us up a few important points. What would you do if I asked you to stay?” Helen did not hesitate with her answer. “I should say no,” she told him promptly. “There isn't any reason why I should consider your wishes.” Mr. Cunningham regarded her curiously. “Well, well,” he said, “we shall see. But you do not realize that there are reasons why I must sift this matter to the bottom, I hope. “If there's any truth in your story I must know it. You understand that ” he appended, speaking to Brent. B B B BRENT inclined his head. “Certainly,” he said. “But we care so little about convincing you, Mr. Cunningham, that we have brought no proof." “No proof, eh?” Mr. Cunningham repeated, and who shall say that there was not a note of disappointment in his voice? "Except your daughter's photograph in a locket that Charles Nellin gave me.” Brent added easily. “Let me see it!” The scrawny hands extended eagerly, impatiently BrfTvt took the locket thnt he had stolen from Nellin from his pocket and handed it over to Mr. Cunningham*. Th< latter held it close, examining It with the avidity <7 a starving man searching refuse for a crumb of food. They heard him mutter something that they could not understand. Then he opened the locket ana a real cry was wrung from his lips. Long he bent over the pictured face and soon the tears were streaming unchecked down his furrowed cheeks. Brent secretly exulted over the sight but Helen turned her face away. He lifted his head at last. “It is my daughter.” he said chokingly. “It is Evangeline. This is the locket I gave her mother. Her name was Evangeline too.”

ter’s picture you will find another,” Brent nodded. “Under your daughhe said. Eagerly the old man sought to remove his daughter Evangeline's likeness, but his hands trembled so his effort was fruitless. Helen sprang forward to help him. no longer able to control her desire to look at her mother’s photograph. “Let me see it, please,” she begged. Mr. Cunningham reluctantly allowed her to take it from him. A moment Helen stared at it, feeding her hunger for sight of the maternal face she had never known. Then Mr. Cunningham asked her to take Evangeline’s picture out of the locket and Helen obeyed him. As Brent had said, there was another beneath it. It was Evangeline’s mother, Mr. Cunningham told them. He was deeply moved, forgetful of his suspicions and doubts for the moment. “There was another locket,” he said. “I don’t know what became of it; probably Evangeline took it with her. It contained my picture.” “Os course.” Helen breathed softly, “she would want it.” Mr. Cunningham smiled faintly. ::You think she did not hate me?” “I’m sure of it,” Helen cried. “How could she hate her father?” “But you hate me.” he reminded her, “and I’m your grandfather. That’s quite a close relationship.” an u INWARDLY Brent was beaming, but Helen had not yet capitulated. “No," she said gently, “I don’t hate you, because I’m sure you have suffered terribly. I’m sorry for you.” “H'm,” Mr, Cunningham said shortly. Helen's straightforwardness was beginning to impress him. “May I keep the locket?” she asked of him. reaching out her hand for it. “I have nothing else that belonged to my mother.” Mr. Cunningham looked at Brent. “Have you no further proof that your story is true?” he questioned. “None,” Brent said. “You can, if you like, verify the facts I have given you. Helen has been in a girls’ school—Miss Spann’s—since I brought her from Mexico. As soon as she was able to understand I told her that I would reveal her parentage when she was grown. It scarcely seems to me that further proof is needed. Had I, on my own behalf or Helen’s, been interested in your fortune, sir, I might have come to you years ago. In that case I would not have run the risk of your dying intestate or leaving your money to charity.” “Why do you call her Helen?” Mr. Cunningham fired at him unexpectedly when he finished. “I have always called her Helen,’ Brent returned smoothly. “I do not care for the name Evangeline.” “Well,” Mr. Cunningham returned, “let me tell you that I think you have a very poor claim, Mr. Brent. You might have come upon this locket and the story by accident.” “Quite so,” Brent admitted sauve!y: "it is nothing to me whether you believe it or not.” Mr. Cunningham jerked back at him. “You will repeat all this to my legal representative,” he said threateningly. "You have made an attempt to pass this girl off as my granddaughter, heir to my fortune. If your claim is false I warn you. . .” “You can't say such things to Leonard!” Helen broke in, furious with anger and loyalty toward Brent. “How could he have done what you say? Would he have waited fifteen years? I’ve begged him many times to tell me who my mother and father were, and he wouldn’t. Does that look as if he wanted anything from you?” a a MY dear young lady,” Mr. Cunningham said with a caustic accent, “the fact remains that you are here. And if you are my granddaughter I wish you to remain.” “And have you think I want to inherit your money?” Helen cried. "Leonard has all the money we need.” Mr. Cunningham was k bit nonplussed at this information. Somehow it had not occurred to him that Brent might be a man of wealtlu “Helen exaggerates,” Brent smiled,

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“but it is true that we do not inquire assistance from you, Mr. Cunningham. I expect to sail for Europe shortly and take Helen with me. This is really a farewell visit.” Mr. Cunningham was caught unprepared. “You can’t leave until this thing is settled,” he objected instantly. “I shall be most happy to assist in settling it,” Brent offered, “if Helen wishes it. But remember, I told you I hoped she would not be intrigued with the idea of becoming your heir.” “I am not,” Helen vouchsafed. Mr. Cunningham's frown deepened. "Permit me to suggest,” he said, “that you are not keeping the spirit of your promise to my daughter. “I hardly believe she wanted Helen to come to me merely to tell me that she does not wish to inherit my money. Am I not right?” He appealed directly to Helen. ' “Leonard said that mother did hope you would do something for me,” she confessed reluctantly, “but I don’t need your help now. Leonard has taken very good care of me.” “But your mother undoubtedly wished you to win my forgiveness for her,” Mr. Cunningham tempted. “And I can do a great deal for you—l'm a very rich man, my dear. My money belongs to Evangeline's daughter. You have no right to refuse it. "I shall ask you to give me your word to return here at 3 o’clock this afternoon, at which time you will meet my attorney and tell your story to him.” Helen hestiated until Brent spoke for her. “We will do as you ask,” he said curtly. “I should dislike very much to leave any doubt in your mind.” * “There will be no doubt in my mind,” Mr. Cuningham returned shortly. “If I accept this girl as my granddaughter it will be only after a thorough investigation, which, I warn you, will make you both criminally liable if you have tried to cheat me.” (To Be Continued) LIGHT RAYS KILL PESTS Electric Traps Are Employed in War on Insects. By United Press GENEVA, N. Y.. Sept. 16.—Light rays and electricity are being used here in exterminating insect pests. Electric light traps, consisting of a lamp set directly over a. pan of water upon which a covering of oil has been poured, entice the insect, which invariably falls into the film of oil and is unable to arise. An electrified screen stable door has proved feasible. The screen IS charged with high voltage static, deadly to pests but harmless to humans.

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