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of , had JOKE WAS had left’unguarded for a time his sing- thought, then turned with quick de- ‘her proud pinnacle NOT St. John why it was APPRECIATED ing bird, and the hungry trappers cision to her maid: asked Floreuce had without a Glfl. of were opportunity. "Marie, you write a letter at my /that all her life been $11,000,000 In not unmindful of the will Checks Mak *** ' there been no warning Columbian All of that bright, sunny morning. dictation?” care? Had ( Student Angry. v: “Certainly, madarae.” voice to tell her of this black, black With flaahed < Barbara, having given orders to be de- fece and flashing .. 0 my place here,” rising. cloud, which had hung, weighted with Marcellus Hartley nied to all visitors, had bent over her “Then take Dodge, favril' ‘ '« Why Barbara Bretton’s a strange which The seated herself at the desk, sorrow, over her? was It that grandson of desk. It was task at maid Marcellos Hartley her that she was occqpled. Before her lay a drawing ofT her gloves as she did so, her father had rescued from dead millionaire, yesterday ? saying: life? Her father? No, she had no recipient sheet of note paper covered with writ- and of check* representing ~ ing. A tracing paper was at her side, “Miss Avice will soon be at . I longer the right to call him such. XVho 000,000 from his She shivered she classmates &t the paper on which her hand rest- must hasten back lest she should miss was her father? as class day exercises in «•«* and the question. And Columbia Z ed was covered with a copy of the me. asked herself I verslty. That the Ambition —he pot even her brother. reference U) Travis was handwriting before her —an excellent “I will detain you but a moment. I legacy he will receive from the handwriting Then, for the first time, she thought of grandfather copy, too; so like tbe original that, You are sure your will hi* was not Milton Lennor. had pWiinl unless one suspected mjschlef, they not be known?” of This man to the young man was made said he was unworthy of her. What manifest would hare been in total Ignorance of “Sure, madame.” I He did not arise to accept the check, had this awful secret to do with him? CHAPTER XVll—Continued. CHAPTER XVIII. any change. "Very well, then. Begin: but compelled Roi Cooper Magrue, *£ Discovery. well wisher would ad- A while ago Dr. Hayes had called the presentation He bent. In answer ,to press a pas- Marie’s My Dear Milton." "Afriend and orator, to carry them on. consult three days of his absence three eter- to sionate kisa upon the bead he had It was hard to recognize the youug These were the words heading the vise Mr. Milton Lennox to : where he was sitting and pi^. well the of La Madeleine be- nities, and she had smiled at the ex- them in •gain reclaimed, whUe a moment’s and lovely bride of a few months back page, and Barbara smiled, a smile not records ! his hand. Neither did he m fore further submitting to the imposi- pression. Now she could herself so ter a word swept the beau- in the sad-oyed woman who smiled a altogether good to see, as she trgp- ot acknowledgement of» triumphant smile over being practiced upon him. The measure time. Was each moment gift entering room. scrlbed them, again and again, with tion which recalled so unexpectedly tiful features ,to be again replaced by greeting to the girl her marry laden, that it so pressed against her that curious little appendage to (to woman whom he would has no the death of his grandfather. that sadness, as his eyes "Florence!" Avlce exclaimed, spring- name, heart and brain? Was the air peo- look of tired “M" which was so characteristic. right, not alone to the Meredith It was a joke designed by ing her “you have been ill acknowledge pled with mocking voices, which the gni once more lifted themselves to hers. to side, So absorbed was she In her work but to any name she may uatlng class. Not until its not for the proud honor shouted the story Into her ear? effect “But what am I to do?” he asked. again, and have sent me!" that she did not hear the light tap at without a blush. For shown by their popular fellow the heritage of “Does —does Mr. Lennox know of studeat "Women’i hearts are not always mar- “No, dear, not very ill—not 111 her door, or the soft footfall that stole of his own name, and did it dawn upon the students , the writer is this?” she asked, at length. that i ketable articles. Suppose I fail in this enough as to be so selfish as to take across her carpet until the words, his unborn breach of good taste had been into unveiling a “He has just learned of It/*