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Puddicombe, absolutely not daring to decide in such an emergency without consulting some friend. Mr. Puddicombe would hold his peace if he were to promise to do so. Certainly he might be trusted to do that. But others would know it; the Bishop would know it; Mrs. Stantiloup would know it.

She laughed softly, and he speeded the car. "I took Mrs. Puddicombe up there one day, and she has raved about it ever since. The house itself is very old, with little windows and a gambrel roof, and a well-sweep in the rear. They say, half of the garret is given over to the squirrels." "What a delightful place! I shall love it, I know!"

Juanita Sterling and Blanche Puddicombe stood face to face, a smiling "How do you do, Miss Puddicombe!" on one side, a gushing "I'm charmed to meet you!" on the other, with a gingerly hand-shake between. Nelson Randolph was too busy with his tire for much talking, and, as early as decency would allow, Miss Sterling by degrees slipped into the background,

Oh, I couldn't thank you enough if I should live to be a thousand years old! You'll be sure and come to our tree, won't you?" "We will look in on you some time during the evening. We can run away from the Dudleys' for a little while." "Well, I am so full of happiness I believe one drop more would make my eyes spill over! I never thought I should chime in with Mis' Puddicombe, but to-night I do!

For a moment memory was swept away in the flood of astonishment and joy that overwhelmed her. Then, like a menace, the haughty girl of the sheep pasture loomed before her. "Oh! no! no!" she gasped. "Why do you say such things to me? you engaged to Blanche Puddicombe!" "O-h!" It held a note of exultation. "Has that absurd story reached you? Miss Sterling, there is not an atom of truth in it!"

Puddicombe, "I do not think it would alter his position." With this the conference ended, and Mr. Puddicombe took his leave. As he left the house the Doctor declared to himself that the man was a strait-laced, fanatical, hard-hearted bigot. But though he said so to himself, he hardly thought so; and was aware that the man's words had had effect upon him. Part IV.

I never saw him riding with anybody but Blanche Puddicombe. Why don't you tell me?" cried Polly impatiently. "I said she was right here." The little woman in gray sat very still. Her eyes were following the pattern of the rug. Her cheeks grew red and redder. "Why, I don't see " began Polly. Then she started forward. "Oh, Miss Nita! you don't mean "

The other waited, an expectant smile fluttering about her pretty lips. "Blanche Puddicombe was riding with him. He had his roadster. I don't see what he takes her around so much for. She isn't a bit pretty." "Probably she is agreeable." Miss Sterling laid down the blanket she had folded and crossed the room. "I don't see how she can be with such a mother," Polly went on.

But he was anxious that some other clergyman should see it, that some other clergyman should tell him that, even if inexpedient, it had still been justified. Mr. Puddicombe had been made acquainted with the former circumstances of the affair; and now, with his mind full of his own injuries, he went again to Mr. Puddicombe.

"She calls him Nelson," mused Polly "I thought she was pretty bold! But he is too smart to be such a fool!" "Love sometimes makes fools of the best of us." Polly watched the red flame up in the thoughtful face beside her, and in that moment Polly grew wise. "He doesn't love that Puddicombe ninny and he never will! You should have heard her talk when he was dancing with you. I was over there.

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