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As the others went into the house, Ruth ran around to the kitchen to see Aunt Chloe, and so surprised that old woman that she just threw her floury arms about the girl's neck and kissed her, saying, "Tank de Lo'd, honey! Tank de good Lo'd you's come home ag'in! We's all miss yo' like de sunshine, but nobody hain't miss yo' like ole Clo done." Mr.

I wouldn't nohow, if twarn't fur my affection fur you you and miss," Victoria hastened to add diplomatically, fearful that her mistress might be within hearing and that the omission would be turned to her disadvantage. "Clo, she gits agravatiner ebery day, and sence Dolf come back she's wurs'n a bear wid a sore head." "Oh, you make mine ache," cried Elsie. "Laws, miss, I wouldn't for the worl'."

Together they went to Beverley's boudoir, where there was a little interlude of greetings between Clo and Miss Blackburne. Then, Clo was beginning her search for the lost envelope when Roger Sands slowly passed the half-open door. She stood with her back to the door at the moment, but on the wall directly opposite hung a long mirror.

"'Tis time," said Clorinda, "that he should marry some woman who can pay his debts and keep him out of the spunging house, for to that he will come if he does not play his cards with skill." Sir Jeoffry looked at her askance and rubbed his red chin. "I wish thou hadst liked him, Clo," he said, "and ye had both had fortunes to match. I love the fellow, and ye would have made a handsome pair."

She assured me quite nicely that she believed nothing so foolish, and that even if I'd wanted to steal the things, I couldn't have smuggled them away from the house. But I was thinking more of her husband. It was up to me to get him out of the fix. I suggested to Mrs. Sands calling in Clo, to see what she could make of the business.

"If they're sure of themselves sure their faces aren't known they're probably here," remarked Denham. "But out with your story. A lot may hang on that." "A lot does," said O'Reilly; and told it. He omitted no detail given by Clo except such as led too close to Mrs. Sands.

But the young man smiled, threw out his hands, shrugged, touched his throat, and bowed himself off the stage. By this time the girl in pink had ordered a bottle of wine which, to judge by the loving care of the waiter, must have been rare and expensive. The singer sat down with his back to Clo, his companion at his side.

We strung these chiefly round our necks, as we had to have hands free to manipulate our crutches, and some of us looked more like the "ol' clo' man" than smart army officers. Of course "Bertie Gloom" had to suggest that we would have to pay more duty on the "old junk" when we got it to Australia even than the price that the dealers had already robbed us of.

For the first morning since that day in Chicago when he had asked her to be his wife, they had not kissed. "It will always be like this from now on," she told herself. "I hope I shall die. I can't live without his love, and go on seeing him every day!" Roger had not mentioned Clo, and Beverley held her peace. She thought it would be best to wait and see what the newspapers said.

Presently Violet appeared, a coarse nightgown hanging over her arm, a plate of bread and ham on a napkinless tray, and glass of bluish milk. Clo gave the woman twenty cents, and promised the same sum if her breakfast were brought upstairs. Violet agreed to this bargain, which was well for the girl.