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SYNOPSIS Jeb Braddon, young and fantastically •ucceaaful broker of Chicago, Is Infatuated with Agnea Glenelth, beautiful daughter of a retired manufacturer. Rodney, a doctor, in love with Agnes, visits his brother, Jeb. Rod plans work at Rochester. Jeb suggests that he make a try for Agnes before leaving. In Rod there Is a deeper, obstinate decency and much sterner restraints than In Jeb. Agnes believes to be happy, a girl must bind herself entirely to a man and have adorable babies. CHAPTER I—Continued To be happy, a man required a girl; Indeed, men declared this and sought a mate more openly, more frankly. Men’s voices, at such seekings, betrayed them, as Rodney Braddon’s just bad done. “The Deep Sea,” her father had dubbed him in contrast to his brother. The Devil (with women) and the Deep Sea! Well, the Deep Sea had phoned from hia brother’s; the Devtl’a office, and was on his way to her. Agnes never thought of making special preparation for him; and be wouldn’t have liked It She kept on the cornflower blue knitted dress which became her slenderness and which deepened, by Its lighter shade, the blue of her eyes, and which ’‘went** with her straw-colored hair. The cold wind of the morning had whipped a pink glow Into her clear smooth skin. She procured her own little coupe and drove alone through the snow to the station to meet Rodney. . . . He, If he could, would have turned back. He sat by himself in the train, going over and over what he had done and what he had set out further to do. and his purpose appeared to him not only hopeless but fantastic. Yet he had spoken the words to her that told he was coming and which Implied more. He had no retreat. Did Jud honestly believe that he had a chance? Or had-Jud goaded him to this In the belief that, by speaking to Agnes, however hopelessly, be would be the better for it—the better for putting an end to bls impossible dreams? Standing on the car steps as the train slowed, he passed her. He swung down, recklessly, slipping in the snow. When he straightened, she was beside him. •’Little Agges!" he said, the syllables escaping him. If she caught his exclamation, what difference? He bad come to say to her much more. She felt it. She asked him after he was settled beside her and she was driving him home: “You haven’t had Jnnch, Rod?” "I never thought of It,’’ be admitted. The snow had begun to blow so blindingly that it became almost an adventure to follow the familiar road the house. It shut In Rodney Braddon and Agnes Glenelth together, away from contact or sight from all others, increasing the tension of their Intimacy, though during the drive. Rodney said scarcely a word, and be did not touch her. In the bouse he made no attempt to touch her. They went into the pleasant, easy "east room," which on or dinary days overlooked the lake. Now the snow swirling at the wide windows shut them tn, as It bad when they were In the car. K Rodney appreciated this, and be turned to her, gratefully. "You’ll let me tell you what I shouldn’t." •’lf you want to. Rod." "You know the trouble with me. 1 love you. . . . You sit there, will you? And I’ll stand here. I’ll not annoy you more than I must . . . I’ve said I love yon. I’ve had medical training. I know what love Is, or Is supposed to be. But It’s not that with me when I think of you. . . . I suppose every hopeless fool denies it He tries to make himself out better than be is." "You couldn’t Rod," she said gently. She was seated where be asked her to be. and watching him. looking up at him. so tall and troubled before her; and a little ungainly, as always in his brown ready-made clothes. He was more carelessly molded than Jeb, except in his brow, bis chin and bis hands. Perhaps especially In bls hands, so lean and strong and capable. Her eyes came to rest on bls hands, restrained close beside him as hia brother’s never would have been at such a moment How this man fought the appeal of physical sensation! And why did be down It so? Because he was capable of a feeling beyond his brother’s; far beyond any other man she knew. Agnes recognised this now, if not with her mind, with her stirred instincts. which aroused their needling excitements through her. "Money means nothing to you, I know. Agnes." be said. "The fact that Pre none; that’s not my trouble. It’s me and my life —Isn’t It?" -Your lifer “The fact that you never could live It" She said, without thinking, “Why notr for she did not willfully intend to lead him on; but never, with any man who had made love to her, bad She found herself so confused by feellac. "There’d be nothing in it for you but being my wife." “What would that be like. RodneyT Now. why bad she said that? Did she want him to break the restraint be held upon himself? "Being my wife? Do you want me to ten your "Can you, Rod?" "Can ir He was gazing at her so that her eyes fell before bis, fell to bls hands, which he was keeping con-

all about it—what It will be every hour of the day—and night," he said, so that she hardly beard him. “I thought for a time, Agnes,” he went on, “of taking up another line, for you. 1 mean, with the Idea that It might just possibly Increase my chance with you. Not to make more money, but to make myself different, for you. But I couldn’t be different” "Not you, Rod." "No; It’d be no use. There’s only one Job I can care to do. You know what It Is. It’s—to find out what makes one person live and another die. What brings one child health and strength and happiness, and what condemns another to be a cripple or to pain or wretchedness for life. What does It? Not God, not Divine judgment and punishment We don’t believe In travesties like that any longer. And It’s not the sins of the fathers, In most cases, either. It’s some condition we can discover and correct It’s some secret of biological balance that we can uncover. It’sgimply a problem of biology that I’ve got to work at as long as I’m any good. 1 couldn’t turn to anything else If I tried to. It’s the one thing that matters to me—except you. "I’ve been trying to put you two together. I mean to Imagine you together—my life, as I live It, and you. I can do It tn my dreams. Oh, I love you so much; and I can see I’ll never have you.. . . . Don’t mistake me in bow I Imagined you In my dreams, dear; oh, my dear. You were there waiting for me; that was all. You always were there for me at end of day. Wherever I was, whatever 1 was doing, I was going back to you. No; I’ll tell It all to you. Some day. I dreamed, we’d have a little girl like you. A very little girl with blue eyes and hair like flax as yours used to be. »» “It wasn’t strange. Rod. Don’t think I misunderstand. Kiss me. Rod.’’ “When I go, I will, if you'll let me. I couldn’t bear it now. I see how you feel—sorry for me. It's plain I can never have you. I won’t make you say It. I know. 1 always knew. That's why the dreams began; but they'll be gone now, too. That’s best, 1 suppose. . . Ten minutes later, Rodney left; and she knew better than to try to detain him. “I’m driving you back to the station," she said. “No. Let me leave you here. . . . You can send me, If you will, with Simmons; but you—let me kiss you now." Never with such tenderness, never with so much strength restrained, had a man’s hands clasped her. His armdid not encircle her. His hands upon her shoulders, be drew her to him; she lifted her lips and kissed him. Once; that was all; be did not try to repeat it “Again, Rodney," she whispered, reaching up, stretching on tiptoes .to offer herself once more. “Yon don’t repeat—death," he denied her. . . . Agnes moved about the empty house, gazing out at the snow. She could do no differently about Rodney; she did not love him. She felt for him with a keen pity which had no equal In her meetings with men; but she did not desire him. Was love—desire? Was that the decisive sensation In your life? Was admiration for a man, sympathy for him, caring for him. nothing In comparison? Did no qualities In you or In him count, unless you desired him? Flames were leaping and snapping from maple logs freshly laid on tbe huge stone hearth of the hall; and the green glass eyes In tbe pair of jaguar beads on tbe wall opposite gleamed their reflection of the dancing fire. Five years ago her father had shot the jaguars In Brazil, having suddenly found need to cease to be a manufacturer of electrical equipment and to become. Instead, a hunter set upon traversing tropical jungles to kill something dangerous and savage. Among other trophies, be had brought these back. Installed them here, and dubbed them "Hansel and Crete!" This house, which bad never been as happy as the home on Easter Lane, had descended undeniably after that. Os course the jaguar beads had nothing to do with the descent; they were simply a symbol of what had happened. What had happened In this house? Rogna, the little Swedish maid, ajh peered. She was a lady’s maid shared by Agnes and her mother; a slender, small - boned, golden - haired, brightcheeked. Impulsive type of Swede. She was overemotlonai, indeed, but discreet Rogna, If any one, knew what had happened tn this great Important house; for Agnes suspected that her mother, la her despairing helplessness to regain what was slipping away, sometimes "talked to" Rogna. Never to a soul would Rogna repeat a word of It "Mother’s returned?" Agnea asked her. “Oh, yes! Mr. Braddoo Jost phoned." Agues started. Rod? Was ho returning? "Mr. Judson Braddog," Rogna said. "What did be aayF “He Is coming out He did not Inquire whether or not you would be In. Miss Agnes; he said to tell you he was coming out He will drive." Twenty miles through this enow! thought Agnes. Jeb would. “Also Mr. Glenelth has returned to the city. He will be home on his train." Mother! thought Agnes. "Do you require me. Miss Agnes?” "No. Look after Mother, Rogna." “Oh, I will!”

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both knowing. There was no sense whatever tn Agnes’ pretending before Rogna. “She mustn’t use rouge. Rogna. Don’t let her. It—ft doesn't become her; and It won’t do her any good!" Lying In the deep, warm water in her bath of palely tinted porcelain, Agnes shut her eyes and saw, not Rod on his train traveling away from her, but Jeb forcing his car toward her through the snow. She could see him strain and laugh and swear when he skidded, but come on. on, on to her, whatever tried to hold him. Even In her imaginings, he stirred her. Come on, Jeb! Oh, come on! “Rod—dear, dreaming Rod. I’d like to love you! I would; but I don’t." And he hadn’t so much as let her say it. It wasn’t the fact that Jeb was making money, and Rod nearly none, that widened the difference between them. For Rod was right about it; money did not rule desire. Money might be one of the factors that destroyed It Money—or at least the epoch of their marriage In which the most money had come—was separating her mother and father. Before a mirror on the other side of that wall between their rooms, her mother frantically was trying to make herself more attractive to Father, and to look younger. . . . But Rogna would watch the rouge. Rogna would not let Mother look ridiculous to Father when he came home—ridiculous to Father, who used to kiss her when they hugged Agnes between them in the big bed of tbe house where Mother had been a bride. Oh, wnat was love? At last Father came. Baskerville, the huge boar hound, had affectionately knocked his hat off, and he carried it crumpled. Cravath, the butler, had opened the door. “’D evening, Cravath. . , . Hello, Light One!" That meant her and no one else. Always. as long as she could remember. It had been Father’s greeting. Light One! Dark One! His two daughters —his two babies, once. Beatrice always had been dark, like Mamma; Agnes light, like himself. “Dark One! Light One! Dark One! Light One!" he used to accent in rhythm as he tossed and caught his children in turn before he kissed them —Dark One! Light One!—and shooed them away. He bent and kissed Agnes now, careful to keep hia snowiness from her dress. “Hello, Light One!” he repeated. "How’s Dark One?" “Oh, she’s fine. Father!" “How’re the busters?” “Father, they’re wonderful!” “Good. Where's your mother? In?" “Yes, Father; she’s in.” “Good." Cravath had taken his things and disappeared, leaving father and daughter alone before the fire. Agnes liked to have him linger with her, but the thought of her mother, waiting for him. tortured her. There had been a time when, if she bad not met him at the door, be would have leaped up tbe stairs, two stejw at a time, to find .what was the matter. Now he stood, back to the fire, without impatience. He had been away for a week in New York City; and his daughter, swept as she was with affection for him, and with pride in him, and with gladness in all her memories, could not down disturbing doubts. What had he “done” in New York during seven days — and evenings and nights? He was full of feeling; and how good-looking he was! You could not possibly think of him as a grandfather. He was now within two years of fifty, and be didn't appear forty. He honestly didn’t His hair was as youthful as Agnes’ own. He differed from hers, however. In having a crinkle in it which made It take tousling welt (Always. !n those mornings when she had run into bis and Mother’s room, he had been tousled. Now she had not seen him sb. But had some woman In New York? The Idea would not down. It wouldn't!) Father and daughter shared the same blueness of eye and straightness of nose. Indeed, In the fullness of her Ups and the turn of her good little chin. Agnes was a delicate refinement of him; but even allowing for women's proportions, she was smaller. He was six feet straight, distinctly more than average height; Agnes. for that comfortable countryside north of Chicago where women are tall, was rather under the average, and also, for her height, slighter than her father, though no ounce of “weight" appeared on him. He aaw to that, with squash and riding. (TO BS CONTINUED) Temporatwro Isn't AO The weather bureau says that, other things bring equal, a temperature of minus 50 degrees would surely feel colder than minus 10 degrees, but one’s feelings depend upon many other factors in addition to tbe temperature—such as state of health, kind of clothing. wind, velocity, etc.—and, perhaps above al! upon what one to accustomed to. Mere cold alone to easily endured, but when there to a wind extremely low temperatures are very trying However, in regions where exceedingly low temperatures are tbe rule tbe inhabitants become accustomed to this condition and are prepared for it; they clothe themselves and carry on their daily activities accordingly. The extreme cold causes no more inconvenience or discomfort than zero temperatures ds is “ths South#

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He Was Rotten, and the Divot 1 BEING A TRUE SPORT ONCE there was a very small and succulent Urchin who discovered before he had been on the Planet many Moons, that no Individual attracts favorable Attention anless he exhibits a certain Amount of alluring Cussedness. He found out, as all kids of Normal Intelligence must find out, that his Elders laid down for him a strict Set of Rules which they took great Pleasure in busting to Smithareens. As soon as he could sit on a hard adult Knee he was warned that, during the Years to come, he must be Polite, Unselfish, Industrious, and Economical. A lot of the Folks who slipped him this rare Dope were ill-mannered and crabbed and lazy and wasteful, but what of it? Among Parents and Relatives the Big Idea to be worked off on the Youngsters is, “Do as I say and not as I DO.” Many a Clove-Eater told him that when he grew up he must shun Liquor. The Poker-Players explained to him that Good Little Boys played Marbles for Fun, and not for Glassies or Aggies. Uncle Fred, with both of his Vest Pockets stuffed full of high-grade Connecticut wrapped Five Centers and smelling like a Smoke House, would warn the little Man that he must never, never form the Tobacco Habit. No wonder that Griswold, when he was eight years of Age, sat down one Day and figured it out, in a Spirit of utter Cynicism, that Life was a Bunk and Old People were whitewashed Sepulchres and conventional Virtue offered absolutely no Inducements to a Lad of Parts and ambition. Even at that Early Age he felt stirring within Himself an outlaw Desire to be a True Sport. He took note of the Fact that all of the Juvenile Paragons who were held up as Models of Deportment to the Ornery Youngsters were pale and had sea shell Ears. Early Vices of a Semi-Criminal On the other Hand, all of the Hard Eggs who could fight with their fists and went swimming in the Crick before the Ice was out carried Nigger-Shooters. Griswold was groping toward a Fact which has long puzzled and discouraged a good many Moralists. Robin Hood remains a glorified Figure but who is interested in John Bunyan? The trouble with straight - laced Morality, as practiced in a perfunctory Manner in so many Communities, is that it holds out no glittering Inducements. Griswold, or ‘Griz,” as he was addressed by his Colleagues, knew, even at the Age of Eight, that he never would be respected as a coming Buffalo Bill or John L. Sullivan merely because he washed behind the Ears and saved up his Pennies for the Heathen. It was understood among the Lads of his Gang that the Good Ones were going to escape burning in Hot Flames but, aside from that, they had no Prospects. It seemed to Griswold that if he wanted to be a cowboy or travel with a Circus, he had better demonstrate an immediate spirit of Bravado by learning to Smoke. If he finally could puff at a Twofer without getting dizzy, it was because he showed the Optimism and dogged Determination that are demanded of anyone who would learn to eat Olives, play Bridge, reduce the Weight, listen to an Opus or read Hindoo Poetry, By the time he was in his Teens he owned a Pipe and painfully tried to use the kind of Language that would have horrified his Sunday School Teacher, and he had a semicriminal Record on account of Original Mason, Dixon Line As originally surveyed, the Mason and Dixon line extended to a point 244 miles west of the Delaware river, forming the boundary line between Maryland and Pennsylvania. Break for the Ladies Once a year, on St. Agatha’s day, women in certain Spanish vil- I lages become Lady Mayoress for

Vent Almost as Far as the Ball. playing Hookey, smashing Windows and stealing Watermelons. The Sporting Code of Honor When a Boy who is brought up in a' Refined Home and surrounded by all of the Civilized Influences, shows a wide Streak of Wickedness, some Persons say that he is proving the Doctrine of Original Sin and others say that he is reverting to the aboriginal Type and the Neighbors say that his Parents have neglected his bringing-up. Why did Griswold, a little later, put his Foot on the Rail and try his darnedest to Drink a Glass of Lager without making a Face? Because he had learned that he had to burst through the swinging Doors and pound on the Bar in order to acquire any real Standing as One of the Boys. He didn’t have any more Craving for Beer than had the other Thousands of dauntless Heroes who tried to consume it. It tasted like Spoiled Rain Water with a Pickle in it. As for the Red Stuff, the first Swig of that was like swallowing a Kerosene Torch. Even after he had acquired the Standard Vices, it became evident to Griz that he would not be regarded as a True Sport unless he could hand up a Performance such as one of the Following: 1. Sit in the same Chair for 14 Hours playing Draw and then appear unconcerned after being nicked for a Month’s salary. 2. Go to the Race Track and listen to a tout and plaster all the Currency on a Crippled Goat that comes in just before they are starting the next Race. 3. Slip out at Night and attend a Wild Party at which great Sums of Money are devoted to the Purchase of Partridge and Champagne for Ladies connected with the Theatrical Profession who were brought up on Soda Biscuits and Young Hyson Tea. 4. Feed the Rent Money to a Roulette Wheel. 5. Bet in a Loud Voice on every Election Result. 6. Never, under any circumstances, express a willingness to terminate a Party and go Home. Giving Credit Where It’s Due It is no easy matter for a Man who is trying to get a Foothold in the Business World to perform all of the blithering Idiocies involved in the foregoing Tasks. The Point is that when it comes to being a real, sure - enough hot Sport, the Rules if Common Sense do not apply. There are certain Traditions and Precedents which must be observed. One must know how to part with a large Hunk of Money and never bat an Eye. If the Money really belongs to the Creditors, that makes no Difference. Usually it does. Well, Griswold kept on being a True Sport until he nearly ruined his Health, so now he is living out in the Country and letting somebody else buy Diamond Sunbursts for the Wives of the Distillers. Some People think he is a HasBeen, but he got quite a Thrill the other Day when he tried to make a 200-Yard Slot, over Water, with a Niblick. He was Rotten and the Divot went almost as far as the Ball, but he was very much pleased to hear a Spectator say: “Well, you’ve got to give the Old Bird credit for one Thing. He’s got his Nerve with him. He’s a Sport.” Which is true. Probably they will put it on the Head-Stone that he was a Real One up to the Time that his Stomach and Nerves and Pocket-Book gave out. MORAL: Better ride in an Ambulance than be known as a Piker. Dignified in Argument Be calm in arguing; for fierceness makes error a fault, and truth discourtesy. Humming Birds’ Diet Insects form part of the diet of humming birds. Small spiders, beetles and other insects have been found in the stomachs of these tiny birds that have been examined in the course of scientific research work. Gunpowder in Use 6 Centuries Gunpowder first was employed to discharge a projectile early in the

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