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CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR (Continued) “You mean you lose the money and you care for that? It means more than your love for me? Is ghat what you're trying to say? “Tell me you wouid rather have this money than marry me! Tell me!” “You don’t understand,” Mona began. “I do want to marry you some time. But not now!” “Why not?” His voice was harsh. “Is it because you want to enjoy your fortune a little longer? Mona, can’t you take me as I am with what I have to give you? Isn’t that enough?” “Do you own half the mine, Barry?” she asked deliberately. a a a HE considered this. “No,” he said, “but what has that to do with It? I'm not starving. You wouldn’t atarve as my wife.” “Do you own Holiday?’ “Part of it. Holiday is figured in with the rest of the property. Steve owns more than half. I thought I explained that. “The sale of the Empress clinched things. For a while—at least until I' m 3d_i m rather in Steve’s stewardship. so to speak. He has more power in any measure than I have, but that doesn't mean anything, because it's Steve! “It isn't as though he’d ever try to do anything I didn't approve.” “If Steve should die tomorrow,” Mona said slowly, “the mine would belong—more than half of it and more than half of Holiday—to his heirs. Have you thought of that?’ Barry pressed his face down on her shoulder. He said slowly, “Why think of death now when we can thing of each other?” “You see, Barry, if I don’t marry you right off perhaps I can think of a way to help you!” “So that’s your plan!” Barry’s voice rose in dismay and disdain. “Do you think I’d let you help me, Mona? Do you think I’d take a cent of that money—?” “Why not?” “Because I couldn’t! Mona, Mona, forget all this! What do you care for money? Let the money go to the cat hospital or whatever he wanted it to go to and marry me!” There was a rustle in the shrubbery close by. Then a shadow flung Itself across the sand at their feet and separated from the clump of trees as if torn away by some one’s hands. “So this is where you are, Mona! Why didn’t you tell me? I went Into your room for some water—my thermos was empty—and couldn’t find you. I was worried stiff! You know those snakes—oh, Barry! Well, thank goodness, I didn't have the fire department out!” “Wait, Lottie. I’m coming.” Mona rose from the sand and walked slowly toward the girl in the pathway. “Say, T don’t want to interrupt anything—” Lottie began uncertainly. “We’ve finished talking,” Mona assured her. “Are you /.ure there isn’t anything more to say?” asked Barry. “We’ll talk it over in the morning, Barry.” “There’s nothing to talk over. You can simply say ‘yes’ or 'no.’ ” Lottie interposed cheerfully, “Don't mind me. I’ll run ahead.” “Let's wait until tomorrow, Barry. Please!” “Say yes or no, Mona, tonight.” “Do you mean that?”’ He nodded seriously, “I do.” “Then it will have to be ‘no,’ ” the girl said slowly. “I'm sorry, Barry.

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CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE THE next morning Mona decided to remain in her room. There was packing to do. There were cables to send. For of course now she would have to go home. Josie, arriving with fruit and coffee at 8 as usual, found the girls seated on Mona's bed, engaged in serious conversation. “You told him, no?” Lottie said curiously, “and you meant it?” “I mean it now, yes! But not for always. That is. unless Barry insists on regarding this as final. I can’t relinquish that money, Lottie, until I find some way to give some of it to him. Only his rightful share. It’s more his than mine. You can see that!” “You might sell the Empress," considered Lottie slowly. “Bteve said something yesterday about the Maharajah of Bjodphur attempting to buy the diamond from him after it had been sold. Maybe the old Maharajah still wants it.” “That would set things straight, wouldn’t it? Until the Empress appeared in Steve’s shovel, he and Barry owned everything fifty-fifty. That’s the way I understand it. Sell the Empress, Mona, and hand Barry the cash. That would settle everything!” “Do you think he would take it?” “Who? The maharajah?” Lottie’s forehead crinkled. “He wanted it as a wedding gift for his last wife, Steve said. Well, maybe he can use it now for his next wife !” “Don’t be silly, Lottie. I mean Barry.” “Would Barry take it?” She rocked her head on one side. “That’s different, of course. Maybe he would. Or,” brightening, “you could hide it in the mine somewhere and have Barry find it.” “In its platinum setting? Fine!”

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Don’t Cheer—This Is Sad DEMOCRATIC managers should not indulge in expressions of derision and merriment at the cold reception accorded the Republican campaign opener at Ft. Wayne Wednesday. Such joy positively would be Indecent and unworthy of a party which claims to be based on the idealism of Thomas Jefferson. It isn’t the fault of the Republican partisans that the meeting was a flop. And blame for-the cold and uninspirirg reception given the address of Raymond S. Springer, Governor candidate, in whose honor the rally was held, can not be placed upon the Allen county central committe members. They tried to put on a good show. It wasn’t the fault of Springer, either. Following time-honored Republican custom, the Governor candidate straddled. You can’t blame him for that. He quite evidently didn’t write the speech. The real fault lies at the door of the delegates to the state convention who let themselves be led around by the nose by “Floorwax” John Owen and his master, Senator Jim Watson; and so they nominated the weakest ticket since the last one. Os all the topsy turvy political rallies, that affair at Ft. Wayne took the prize. n n a It is a matter of record that when Supreme Court Judge Julius Ceasar

Mona’s tone was ironical. “No, there must be another way. I’m cabling Mr. Garretson if I can get any one to take me to Granada.” “Maybe Bud will. He’s expected today with the mail.” They met Bud later as they strolled down the stairway wearing bathing suits for a dip in the pool. Bud flung a package of letters toward them. “I picked those up at Queen’s Park,” he explained. “Thanks a lot!” “Well,” observed Lottie a few moments later, *“this is fine!” The girls sat on the edge of the pool, reading their mail. Lottie waved a thick sheaf of blue sheets bearing a ship’s emblem at the top. “This is from Dr. Allen! On the Miranda. He posted it at Port of Spain on the down trip. He went back to South America. Awfully interested in those tropical diseases and says he plans to visit the snake farm in Sao Paido. He’s going to bring some serum back to those people we met from Martinique, Celeste’s family. The old man was a doctor once ” a a a DEEP in the long letter, her voice trailed off. The absorbed look on her face gave place to one of mysterious amusement. “He still wants to marry me,” Lottie announced placidly. “He could do worse.” “Well he’ll have to, then. By the way, he must be on the home trip now.” Lottie shuffled the pages of tha voluminous letter. “It's dated two weeks ago. Maybe we can sight the Miranda off Granada!” “If we get there.” “Any interesting letters, Mona?” The other girl shook her head. ‘‘Here's one from Mr. Garreston consulting me about some charities

Travis rose, as a candidate for reelection, to address the expectant audience, he praised the record of Grover Cleveland, who, if one recalls, was a Democratic President. Os course, it is quite evident that Travis thought he was writing one of his rare opinions and so, following precedent, got lost in the labyrinthian maze of his own concoction and was saved only, when the chairman audibly shouted “Time’s up.” If left to himself, Travis might have uttered the heresy that Frederick Van Nuys is a sincere, able man—and how would that sound it a Republican meeting? Perhaps the judge doesn’t recall his exact words and couldn’t repeat them, so, for the benefit of the thousands of Ft. Wayne voters who didn’t care to attend the rally, we’ll reprint them here. u * * Declaring that he wished to discuss some of the great Republican leaders of old, the judge, after a rambling peroration, during which every one wondered what was coming next, said: “And when that great and courageous President, Grover Cleveland, so bravely vetoed a tariff bill which would have plunged the country into panic . ..” There was a moment’s quiet and the chairman saved the Republican rally by shouting “time’s up.” It is a great pity that Judge Travis’ colleague, Judge Dave Myers, with whom he sides so faithfully on every important decision, wasn’t there to lead him out of the maze in which he lost himself. So peculiar was the atmosphere of the meeting that Ivan Morgan state chairman, declared that the “oratorical talent present was like that at the Democratic convention.” If that wasn’t a slip of the tongue, then it was the only complimentary thing said about the meeting. Who was it that said, “Don’t cheer, boys; the poor devils are dying”?

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to which, he says, John always contributed. That’s amusing—asking me! I remember the time I asked him about various payments ” “You have to sign the checks, don’t you?” Lottie asked idly. Mona nodded. “Oh yes, I sign them. Mr. Garretson simply puts me down on the lists for a certain amount. The payments aren’t made for a long time—not until I'm home”. “Then you’re thinking of going soon?” asked Lottie. “I can’t stay here very well now, can I?” “No, I suppose not.” “It's interesting about Dr. Allen,” Mona said, as if to turn the subject. “He’s a nice chap.” Bud could not take them today to

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Granada, he told them at breakfast, but possibly tomorrow. He would have to run over in a day or two for more workmen. “Is the airport, progressing?” Lottie asked. “Yes. It would come faster though if Steve and Barry would pay attention to the wark and let hunting go for a while.” “We’re hunting in the high bush,” announced Steve, who had just turned up for breakfast, bronzed as an Indian. He grinned at Barry. “Can you girls rid£?” Barry asked. “We’ll take you ” But Lottie declined the invitation for both of them. Mona, her eyes on her plate, said nothing. Barry would be absent all afternoon. She would have time to plan

and pack. Perhaps they could be ready to board the Miranda at Granada. • a a MONA wondered as she and Lottie mounted the stairs for the inevitable siesta, whether Lottie would mind the departure. Anyhow, it was time to go. They should not have stayed this long. * Alone in her room. Mona considered. She and Lottie would have tea together, since Barry and Steve would be sure to be late. Barry had said that there were waterfalls in the high bush. She would have liked to have seen them. They might have made the trip, but Lottie did not ride. Well, they had enjoyed many weeks of holiday! Now it was time to go home.

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Carefully brushed and dressed, her bronze hair gleaming in even, meticulous waves, Mona descended to the terrace at the tea hour. To her surprise she found Lottie there before her, stretched out in a canvas chair, her feet, encased in soft sandals, propped on another chair in front of her. When she saw Mona, she relinquished the extra chair and stood up, yawning. “I had a swim,” Lottie *aid, indicating the swimming suit beneath a soft silk wrap. “I stopped here for a minute to enjoy the Hew. “Will you wait for your tea? I'll not be a second. We're alone, aren’t we?” “I suppose so. Miss Grade said

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she sent the boys a thermos bottle and sandwiches.” “It’s funny about this tea habit,” Lottie went on. “It‘s catching. I don’t think I’ll be able to get along without it after I get home.” “My mother always had it every afternoon.” “That was as a sort of charm against all ill. Tea here is a social custom.” Lottie went on. casually speaking of this and that.* “She wants to say something else,” thought Mona, “and she 1 doesn’t quite know how. It’s about Steve, I suppose.” “Are you coming back soon?” she called after Lottie's retreating figure. “Oh, yes.” (To Be Continued)

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“He loves you,” said Komodoflorensal. “Because he does NOT love the Princess Janzara is no proof that he loves me,” returned Talaskar. “But he does—and you love him!” insisted the prince. Talaskar laughed and then suddenly sobered.

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