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. ) or LOVE JWB ADVENTURE' J,!,,.,,,,;;., - r-- li mJT'jIi Jfc rV- if - they clement were in 3 morrow with Mr. Murdock, and outid - THE harmony with the wish ut to get the house- In order.. condition which v prevailed EncGcott? . whlte-cappa- By Elsie "Who In the thunder are you . within. The wares dashed d Tomorrow The Sun oi you at?" Byron over the a wall In mountains and what are getting ef spray, the wind roared and lashed .reared hit slim form up to Its full six. the heavy rain against the windows, feet. 'sorry, we wer paid by while leaden-hue- d clouds gave so seen (It to light your lamp at Hymen's to help us out!" The young husband port of an adoring and wealthy fa- cottage cpuld make In every 24 hours. them fpr three' weeks at tbe high rate "We are but hope of stinnhlne for hours to come. altar without consulting your elders wiped away the glistening tears and ther. Both realized , too, 'that evou TJjp creation of the world seemed a of board tbey were paying. Byron said your people to com here as boarder would Mignon Murdock pat at the breaK-fa- st as to ways aid mean of providing the kissed his wife's mouth Into a more though they had ."married In haste," simple feat compared wltU their day it was robbery,' ana once nervously ... to see bow you make table swabbing her pretty eyes oil so necessary to replenish It, espe- normal curve. their repentance would be hard work labor at DuBols Point. Then there suggested to Mrs. Keel that tbey were out. Will you forgive us? We bav ' 'gamest' with a Terjr moist and futile apology cially In these days of H. C. I. I have "We'll show them we can make a for them. wafthe fear that the boarders mlgbt not receiving their money's worth, but reported that you, wore the vcf we i of a handkerchief, while her husband come to the conclusion, that In tha living!" Mignon's eyes flashed determ- '. leave, they ttere paying so well, and she gently but with dignity said every- pair we have teen, and art . though proud to for both of you.? ef a week stood with bis hands thrust terms of your modern slang, 'It Is up ination. "We'll go down and open up DuBols Point was 10 miles from no- the honeymoon bills looked as thing wa as they expected. work deeply Into pooket, his good look- to your husband to provide oil.' DuBols and you they might be paid off If all'went well. "And it was Just a bluff, our people, hit that Point take la boarders: where In; particular. An Doing the unusual always comes to ing boyish face as troubled as the sea Byron Murdock must play the man and can help., Byron, a lovely place, It was astonishing that, they did not being mad at us for getting married?" it's Summer cottage on the lake, when one a climax." It was a cool morning, he was giulng at out of the expensive keep the child he has taken from my lonely, perhaps, but then people like it leave; their beds were seldom ever exclaimed Byron, when the locusta sizzled around and apartment window, care and try and compensate her for there, and at least we can make enough bad servants to do the work; a good made until sunset; the meals were "Just a bluff,' to see what you were "What are you going to do, Byron?" all the advantages he has deprived her to pay off our honeymoon eipenses. car to drive a few miles to the near- never on time, and provided out of tin the lake looked like a calm before a really mad of, Ir,"'samwMr. Radford,' came In quavering accents from the of. I am willing re give you DuBoia Of course, we'll have to work, dear, est farm-hous- e for milk and other cans most of the time, and the cottage storm. Mignon, very white and tired, with a slight bow. table. Point as a home this Summer; you peel the potatoes and things. Anyway, necessary things, and another 10 or was In a general state, of chaos. ) was frying steak over the gas stove ) "And they are coining td ace us to- - - "Do? Blest It I know, unless It Is might take two paying guests there and wa can show those two old forgetters more for fresh meat. An ideal place The young husband and wife honest- and- Byron, with hair as long as' his morrow, Mignon, darling. ,1 think thoy someone for few thousands. I aerer so help to pay off some of your honey- of youth and love that we can wriggle to" stay for a week end with a pcVty of ly tried to make the beat of a bad situ- poet namesake, and two days' growth bav'e realised we are not a comle of Oft chin, was new pota- dreamed that the people would take moon debts. At the end of the season out of the lap of luxury 'they have friends, and an motor ation, not only for their boarders, but his scraping tame kittens . but I'm awfully our marriage like this, I thought they Byron might enter business life." . nursed ua In." boat to take you to the surrounding In trying to help themselves. The toes, when In walked tbe two boar- sorry that our boarders had to suffer , would be lopping mad for a few days Mignon's voice became hopelessly tan- The girl set her red lips firmly, and beauty spots. Such things Mignon re- boarders certainly must have had the der, looking very cool in white gar- on our account. Will you forgive us and then turn round and say 'Bless gled up In tears as she flung the letter Byron, feeling his backbone stiffen un- membered made DuBols Point livable. patience of Job and" the digestion of ments, and also out of place In the and believe us that we will be the most you, my children.' Biggest surprise In away from her. "I didn't think Uncle der his silk shirt, was resolved to But DuBols Point bad an entirely an ostrich, though they never com- general muddle of unwashed dishes of considerate people you ever have got days w-- my life; seems like a ghastly night- Tom could ever be so cruel," she "peel potatoes and things" until the different aspect when Byron and shp plained and were always delightful the tiny kitchen, which In the old a meal for , . have learned mare to me. What doea your Uncle wailed. cows came home, or longer It neces-iar- y. opened It with two boarders. After company. Mr. Russell Radford was a Nakito, the little Japanese cook, kept from experience, and your gieut pa- ' tience.1, Tom say? Read It again, sweetheart.-- "And Dad says If am 'His conscience bothered blm as their hotel expenses were paid they vfry quiet, very neatly dressed man in Immaculate. I such an ass ' The boy came apd sat down by hli he looked at dainty wife no money to hire help. Byrou the late 30s, and Mrs. Keel, a widow, Mrs. Keel coughed gently,. "Mr. and Byron Murdock gripped the man- - as to leave college, why I can go hang. his and, had girl wife and gave her a protecting thought of the mansion he had stolen supposed be would be expected lo was about the same age. Neither gave Mrs. Murdock, we wish to Inform you servant's, rfap. white Mignon wounj I cant let you see his letter, darling, caress. from her and the staff of servants that clean shoes, wait on table and help any Information about himself. It was that we are leaving you at boarder her arms around Mrs. Keel's plump Mignon dabbed away a fre? h gush of It Is too profane; but I can make i bad been at her bidding; and Mignon, Mignon around the house. Neither of hard to tell what station of life they today; but your people wish us to stay neck and kissed her. "TLnter they were tears, and spreading out the fatal let- safe bet that your Uncle Tom and he as she looked at her handsome boy them, however, dreamed, In their Im- belonged to. Apparently they were in- on and take care of the cottage, so that turned laughingly out of the disor- ter read between gulping sobs: have both chewed the, matter over and husband, realized that he would miss aginings, the amount of work that two terested In each oJ.her, or the life at you can both have a rest. To explain, dered kitchen to rest up for the great "My Dear Children Since you have neither Is willing to put up the dough his carefree college life and the sup boarders, themselves and one small DuBols Point would not have satisfied Mrs. Murdock't uncle will arrive to-- reunion of the morrow. V you think you're tired of the cactus. "I've dreamed shout all the SO East and ua Qsterners, and things, but they were sort of a night- you're leaving nt tor the fogsy mare, I guess. I'm homesick. I want Pacific?" By Whitney Leonard Ray and the apple trees. Wt Molly flecked her blue-bla-ck carl The East Is East Parke want to come here some time togeth- away from her saucy little fact, patted er, you see.

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