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The one that's served with geept Mon. and Sat. of 2 p.m. Livery a ' Build Up .. Yoke Childs | THE DAILY Deirdre walked quicker. He ac- celerated his pace. She looked round nervously, Was the man a "tec?" Her ears were trained through hard experience to the sound of every footfall. Warwick Treman saw her turn, and slackened, so as to Te-assure her. A taxi came along. He halled J|it, telling the man to drive straight on until required to stop. They passed her, going In the same direction, but it wasn't until he was far along the road that War- wick Treman stopped the cab and got out, retracing his steps. The lots of hurrying men of his height and figure. "She'll not see me; if I keep my hat well down. And anyway I must have changed tremendously." Still, she'd seen that fairly recent photograph, and spotted a fugitive likeness. That gave this quest a spice of danger that was curiously ex- hilarating. ; If she did recognize him, there was no real harm that she could do. Whatever she knew or didn't know about him, she could bring forth no definite proof. And he had one big, damning fact against her that would counter-bal- ance everything and anything that she might say. His lips formed a cruel little smile. But it would be just as well to keep an eye on her, from a safe coign of vantage. They must never meet. Maybe she wasn't the same woman. . . .he could see her com- fng in the distance now. .an- other moment or two, and he would know if it were she! _ 'Under the strangely tinted hair and heavy make-up he recognized the pointed little fate. .yes?, no?. . it couldn't be! And then he saw the little jagged scar across the chin that she had got by falling on a frozen stone the day he pushed her . + Jheavens! Twelve years ago, or more. . .he'd recognize it any- where. How they had quarrelled! She'd had brown hair then, in- stead 'of this awful peroxide blonde. But the was the same woman, right enough, here in the same town as himself! Forewarned: was forearmed, how- ever! Just let her try to get in touch with him, and see what happened! Blackmail was a game that two 'could play! "I'm going in. I'll fake. the let- ters." Warwick Treman, standing on the doorstep of Marcella's home, ad- dressed the postman on his rounds. street was busier here. There were |, Stirring Serial of Primitive Passions May Christie It was an old-fashioned house, without a letter-box. The postman was in a hurry, and the maid in this place was usually very slow in answering his knock. Of course it was breaking regula- tions, but why not give the letters to this gentleman, who was here so often, and who was the young lady's "beau"? It would save time, and he was late, anyway. So the postman handed over half a dozen envelopes, and hurried off. . Warwick Treman hastily scanned the postmarks. Two for Marcella in the same strong Randwriting, and with the Paris stamp! Involuntarily, without hesitation or weighing his action, he slipped those two envelopes in his pocket, a second before the maid appeared. Yes, Miss Marcella was at home --~would he come\in? He would---and did. The girl brightened when she saw him. She was lying on the sofa in her own little den, and her eyes look- led as though she had been weep- ing. He was tactful enough to let that fact go unremarked. "How are you, dear? I came in the car to take you for a spin. Or would you prefer to stay right here? It shall be just as you wish!" She smiled faintly. "You are very kind, Warwick." "Not half so kind as I'd like to bet" He sat down beside her, and took her hand in his. There was some- thing so like a faithful dog in his expression that her heart softened towards him. "How long must I wait, Marcella? I didn't use to think I'd be so patient, but now that I really know what love means I'm willing to hang on, and on, just to be near you, with- in touch and sight of you. « He was astonished at hixr own humility. But indeed he did want this girl"with a sort of hunger that was really disconcerting to" his peace of mind and body. "I'm not worth it, Warwick." Her eyes filled with tears. She returned the pressure of his hand on hers, however, with a little squeeze show her gratitude. Treman, thought that she yielding. 3 "1 you'd' only let me, I could make you awfully happy." He gaz- ed at her, still with that wistful, doggy air. "It wouldn't be fair of me to give myself to you, when I wasn't real- ly giving anything. D'you under- stand?" : He shook his head. was, Blink Serves Lunch In came Blink with the lunch. Blink was the Dream-Maker Man's cook, you know. who always kept his FOR "LACKAWANNA® HARD COAL the highest quality of American FOR oNE DAY, MONDAY, JULY 10th, ARE RE OFFERING EGG, STOVE ont | e We will accept your order Monday, aleve pay when vie drlaaay W. A. MITCHELL & 0. 15 ONTARIO NR AALio stnanT ape ge es FOR SALE hands in a muff when he wasn't cook- ing. . The lunch was served on a tea- wagon of quite unugual size. Indeed when the Twins looked at it they coflldn't help thinking of the Muffin Man's siand in Daddy Gan- der's Land. "Would you like some of this?" asked Blink, pointing to a large brick of three-colored ice-cream. "Jf you pleas&"" sald Nancy and jek, sitting up on the edges of their chairs. . They were glad that Blink under- stood English as well as Moon. Moon language was most difficult to under= stand. Blink took a large spoon and two large Plates and dished out most gen- pings of lce-cream, which 28 Sassed. to thé visitors. * '"Aren't you having any?" said | une politely to the Dream-Maker "Oh, no 1 never eat, thank you," sald he, "Go right ahead.' 'But why do you keep a cook | then?" Nan y started to ask, when RES hss A ET Barto. same way . She looked at Nick and he, too, seemed to be having trouble, "Finished?" said Blink, whisking their plates away. "Then do have some of these. And with that he stuck a large platter of cream puffs right under their noses. Nancy took one and Nick took an- other, and both of them started to bite. "Everybody likes my cooking," sald Blink. '"The proof of the pud- ding is in the eating. I knew you would like those cakes. Now here is some of my famous' fudge. See 'what you think of it." The cream puffs seemad to disap- pear, and the Twins each took a plece of nut fudge instead, But it was the same as before. Not a thing could they taste. Blink remarked that he hoped they had had a pleasant time and that. they had enjoyed his cooking. Then he wheeled away the tea-wagon the way he had come in. And now, my dears," sail the Dream-Maker Man, "while you have been eating I have been thinking and Ihave it all figured out. We shall £0 the the Man-in-the-Moon with Snoozel in his airplane, and ask him if we may go elephant hunting in his forest. I haven't a doubt in the world, I mean in the moon, that there is where we shall find your fost friends? = i "Won't You. have to take your dream to the earth first? asked 'Nick. L '"The Sand Man said he would de- » | liver if for me," said their host. "We ) "he gift of yourself would be the greatest any man could have." She gave a timid laugh. "Oh no, it wouldn't--not if 1 couldn't give love!" He moved a little nearer to her. "You are wrong Marcella. Wo- men don't love the way men do. Men are the choosers. Women wait! Love comes to a woman after mar- riage. ' It takes time, you see. A man meets a girl and makes up his mind almost instantly, the way I did. But it's only after a girl has been wakened up by marriage, and lived with a man, and found out how staunch he is, and how he does everything to make her happy and contented, that she really cares." Marcella stirred on her elbow, starting thoughtfully into the fire, "Are you sure of that?" He nodded. "It's a well-known fact. There's always one of the two must love the most. And the happiest mar- riages are those where most of the affection is on the man's side. CHAPTER XXI. Marcella knit her white brow for a moment. "Yes, I've heard that before. It may. be true. On the other hand, it would be a frightful risk to take." Kind and thoughtful as Warwick Treman had been recently, would he ever be able to efface the image of Miles Holden from her mind? But of course it was all over with Miles! He hadn't written. She had waited for his letter for two dreary weeks. That interminable silence. . She had even pocketed her pride, and twice rung up his studio, only to be told each time that he was still in Paris, She wouldn't give her name, and hoped that Miles would never come to hear of it. Yes, to forget him absolutely was the only way to happiness. And how frightfully kind and sym- pathetic Warwick had become! He would be a man to trust, to lean on. That stupid threat of bringing the Swiss woman as a maid to Lady War- rington had been merely the result of sudden shock--the shock of hearing she intended to marry someone else --Dbe, had apologized for it a dozen times, and called himself a tad and blackguard. She had forgiven him, 44 hisos} forgotten the incident. Life with Warwick Tremaf would hold no glorious passion - and few thrills. But it would be safe and sheltered. . .and luxurious. Mar- |cella, if the truth be told, fully ap- preciated yachts and cars and coun- try houses, foreign travel and enter- taining. She loved a circle of in- teresting, talented friends! Married to Warwick, she could have these things and many more. Miles' .silence was sufficient as- surance that he did not love her; that indeed the boardship enchant- ment had been merely a passing ro- mance, engineered to while away the times. Men busy with the arts were of- ten just like that! Warwick was speaking softly, persuasively. "Am I such an ogre that you couldn't spare me even a tiny por- tion of your heart?" She hesitated, then she said: -- "I'm fond of you. I believe that lately I've been growing fonder. I suppose girls are like that. Kind. ness and consideration count." Warwick was pleased. 3 "You'll find yourself getting fonder all the time. I intend to leave no stone unturned, to win you! That doesn't make you angry, does it?" again, held balm for her wounded pride. And she knew lots of girls who were keen about this man. They thought him handsome, fascinating. They would have jumped at him! Ri love would surely come, in timely She must learn to forget Miles Holden. He wasn't worthy of "Oh"no." As a matter of fact, it] BRITISH WHIG any woman's love--philanderer that he was. : "I was talking to your father yes- terday at his club. - He approves of me as a son-injaw, Marcella." She nodded. "Oh yes, I know it. But--"-- with a hint of mischief brightening dad's so unworldly and up in the clouds that he's no judge of char- acter. Anyone Who takes the least interest in' his ' 'Pesearches' and mumies and museums is considered charming." Warwick Treman did not answer that, hut said: "I'd be so glad to help him, dear. Indeed, I'd make a handsome settle ment on him. Then he could pur- sue his work, full steam ahead, and no worries." Marcella looked thoughtful. "He's as proud as Lucifer! wouldn't let you." Treman leant back in his chair and fumbled for his cigarette-case. "Oh, it's quite the usual thing. Besides, he needn't know. As you say, he's not a practical man of af- fairs, and would probably look on He heaven. We could make him believe it was a legacy from someone inter- ested in archaeology." He offéred the girl She took one, lighting edly. "By. the way, I'd almost forgot- ten--1I met the postman on the door- step with some letters. The old boy was in a hurry, so he gave them to me." He handed Marcella four en- velopes. "Two for your father. Two for you." She grasped them eagerly. A wave of red ran up Into her smooth cheeks... There was just a chance... Ah no! No Paris postmark! "Thanks, Warwick." Her was flat and toneless. "Come out for a breath of air, dear. You look a bit seedy. My car's waiting, and a blow up on the Heath would do you good." "Oh, very well." She rose listless ly, and got her' hat and wrap. Any- thing to forget! On the doorstep they met her fa- ther. He looked old and tired and shabby, and her heart smote her. "1'1l be home in an hour, daddy. Do go and have a rest. You look fag- ged out." Warwick Treman handed her in- to his big, luxurious car, as though she were extremely fragile, and fussed about her, tucking a fur rug about her knees, Marcella leant back comfortably. The seats were low, and splendidly upholstered. (To Be Continued). a cigarette. it abstract- voice The Kingdom of Pleasure If a vacation is worth taking it is worth taking well. Particularly when -a really wonderful -vacation costs no more than the ordinary kind. This summer, for the mere pffe of a railway ticket, and with a jour- ney of but four short Beurs, on the fast and comfortable trails of Cana- dian National Railways, you can visit Canada's Kingdom of Pleasure Muskoka, one of the most beautiful lake regions on the continent. 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