,
n- It‘l‘t‘ nnd stand.
;.m'v \inclmrhnn.
little l’icd Tlrlclnr.
wnlll‘.’ \nim: l‘ilil
t v'-~n|v hows gfflfln
uv-iinrn. «will for
.irmllon l.- Thr-
vim
‘Kl
I‘hl‘fl0
‘lt‘f'
artistic.
frl r :1 field.
ll."
icon? for coffee '9.
with‘
\ (irrmrntcii
v-‘w Ti‘r‘)n'l lho- inn.
wi.lr-i;. Hui-bran
bis
1‘ ‘vi "il hili'v II.
In'
It-
p'r-rrret-cns
.'...‘.,3
ill'i' sh"
"Il "i T118: th‘ ille
‘ “I l"l‘ll’I find H
or"! fint 1m-
i‘pl'f“ her u! out
*v‘ nuv rot rest-
<f minim” thin;
'f‘litlvt rcsq lrvvnq
iiv' “mutiny-f.” l“?;.‘
t . .tmmng Hill‘-
9 .. iiwnclv llllflln'fl
l‘l" Silli’ll't‘ in R
. ..} Sim r'ntod
\"l'ri if l‘i‘fllh
, is l‘:« lvvvlliinlvr
\l “Lunr ’l‘nl-
t'.ll in the course
i :‘ li‘\ l'wnill nnrl
' 'rwnplrllivchh Sh“
ul‘ll sill, Filfl
.mi smiled at man.
....
.i.l
c'nffcn l‘nllnr_”
llnlvnr‘n Ann Water-
' u‘ mv pal-onto nnmed
"‘1' my frlcnds
‘ >‘ ‘A v.=w l niwns's
in if “in n‘ l was
i" 'w l‘i ('lllt‘il liar-
“ -rwi of vmi." I oh-
l"l n fool," she
‘ it it l'ill till I'm
, im-ul institution.
'l r m‘i In :rxllcil llm‘.
i .i.«l .vw, Imlcss it‘s 11
ll milru: l'i-ilnl tin or
.4» ti. :t, ”In ll?“
‘ l-i"-i m"
i 11:, Dominic." said
mu. rullv Him tllcn W"-
.e i. “in tvr me Mr plnns
.. 1‘ the t'cliur nnil hr'r-
l Ill-.'1‘:liinn. which should
.1 l: -. . lit-N fur llohcmln from
yum «if ll.lricm unil .lr‘lsey
ri l.: 'l M4 ii I~li"‘l‘ rullms I"
ninl i‘nhoes
uni: m. in flu."
n1! l flirt my
i ‘. ‘.\ Ili\v'l
l.: ‘l , I
9 .‘r.
‘.,-,. j .:.i
mum
lricn W'lF, l was to
'.;.: of young
lit in Howl slun'iil‘
a. 1":w1.‘ l ml Ilwp'irtmi. :l
in . \lil’nl"iV plain
r‘ l l‘il'
n. v .-
"lii.§
.\. >. (yr.
'1!"le
.. [.vu’v-«i
non corner?"
'lvl ur. '
will]
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ris-
a
I
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" ‘rlll‘vI H. l’
swirl l
.. . ~ If "I" nnn‘W'.”
mi. vII inl‘lIn‘IIAVI
win-p. "
tn
.;‘ n‘lihorlznd I”
ll) her""
'I'lll“ vr-ul' cilim f0
{3' iv ‘- "" l MRI-d
n couple
was tilo crusa-
\s'lk'i_ I i'lMI hap-
ymxknrl'v. Thnl'l
\u .1 5‘1“!"
till
ml A'il'i ‘l‘r‘i find
My” ht‘l‘ apps/H‘-
o . unmmcnil hor,
i'rilf'l‘fl‘ myself.
«i:
.
by eve"
{. . ' hogan Mr.
.mg friend" said I
an: Wu lmth esteem
~ . " n s.it1s':lcii0n
I . Must nnnc of the
" 'i'zl- ~l is exactly
- or precisely where
“cit?“lwlnss. filo not
nol oven gratify-
mvilc-atgl] my
wow! I was remark—
— «ill-.— hint. you need
' . lznrbrnn. Nobody
~ noctfis plsln face
‘is'lln light [”120de
‘ mean by
in .il”
m become
ploiilnI
,. q nimut
1 Flu"!
.i -...-Ilritv "7 “drl
m‘ utI‘l‘linK 1‘
n"
. .,
: vr
' .vwi Tj.’ "Hand
l Muiding million-
M ,.
' .1. his face fnliing.
it occurred in me
-‘ sumo lim'nl‘uilonl.
..- the one in do
Emir.“ lnv young
«'lninnl hv trade.
‘wiiwiii‘ ilt’i‘iirl-
t r such minor
.w tin-m
l mun. ilulminie
I
,u
Iiillrrnnf VVG
luTPr when
-.Iv:- «irrvply Pn-
. tilm'lmsinn upon
i it' ilil'.h w‘OflI Of
irunlfl'l'l.
and other
suy safe?
For when
timely as young
i il.ut particular
v.- ii in 2.11 who is
«.- llurlnrun begin,
.1 love each olhcr'l
.lul
i. ,.”-
.val's'HI
'lllll".
llill I
“1' .ln
A R B R A N
By Samuel Hopkins Adams '
Illustrated by H. S. Barbour.
"1:l.’lCC of Our Square.
making!
sounds t
Young Spring in the Park
lopinions. in", M...
mm "M "Rum“! "vgintrt‘lrlnlgkmitnéo‘slmicfi nowadays. ten read the author
“WW-thump” and he”: ’3 0f Rf‘lmrn Through Righteousness'
and Ditfslls. ‘ "‘9‘ Wrils and '(‘ailcd hy the Cause.‘ Isn't it so?"
: "Mathemstlcally unimpsschsble.”
i
’ PM] “up." some "Therefore I ought to get {on times
three days there-
after came to mv rooms in many poople as the other plscs.
' u .. ' ’ ' I)flll't 3'01) think so?"
Dominic. said he. "I want to tap'wisti‘ully shs inquired
your library. Have You got anv of th |
. . 6
works of Honey \i'hcciwright?"
"Love forte-lid." salvl I,
“Undoubtedly." I agreed.
you love him?"
““‘ho?’ said Barbrsn. with s. stsrt.
”But do
I'hil looked surprised "is it n I
. . s bad .- The. fain
a. ”'11"? 1 Mant Hmong“ ”mm wnsichreks t pink color ran up her
nnvi i ng wrong with the stuff" " ' . ' ' '
.-Iiiln't you imperll H-H‘H‘.‘ “h’d'r'flW Of course.
."lvur‘ decent i “’hom did '
I .. . . ‘ .. ‘ you think I mesnt?‘
2‘vioun'st sou. with i..' l advised earnest-l "lie is s. vcry estimable Writer." re—
.. it reeks of poisonous piety. Theitllrned Barbran prlmly.
world hp paints in 'n “”1 of "nu-""‘m‘i " loud-night, Bnrhrsn." Said I sadly.
’ing virtues
flint sm' golf-resllooiingi"? ’
.. . . .. . in going out to mourn \' r l
in”: would rather live in linden. No soul" -°“ out
.slle‘i- people as his chzlrnctcrs over
fine n‘.‘ n. ' ‘ ’
:livwl I" mmr lght r 1sonnbl} expect to find
could livo. bri‘uuse alpenm- and quiet in the vicinitv '
‘ . . . . , of ones
irishuhusl» thrust-ii pol‘uiucc Would } mm particular bdhc-n st 11:45 P. M. in
l l
l \
—. «on. .
"The poor nose." murmured Barbrsn.
vhnve killed 'cm in early childhood. Hur Squaw. lint .‘hera sat Phil
nn's the smuggest fraud nnil best Storey. 1 rlmllengcd him at once.
solicr in the. I'niicll Slntcs, “'licci- "\tht did you d“ n for?"
“""Ih'" 1“" “'"dn'" "‘"w‘k‘u To do him justice m- am not dodge
mnsl preposterous pnndcrcr t" wcnk- or lil"'l(‘li(l in misunderstand. "Pay."
mindod- .. lsuld lie .
"“‘hcw' llcvlpi i didn't km!“ What. "l'lill' ind you’ take money for
i “'lm starting." protested mv "|9ll"r-'Hlnl .viuff'f”
l".\s s. litcmry critic. you're some “in “Nut r‘xrn‘flv. l'm taking it out in
lllerihn. Dominic. I begin to silfillcflltrndc. l'n‘ (:Hffln' in out there."
Jim: \‘i‘u don't turn no out”! luv about. "You'll s'; r‘Jo In death."
3”,. “'hm-lwrigilt's Milo nf compost—g 'l lmv-r‘t got much of an sppctitc"
Jinn. .limt tlln Hum". l'\"‘ W“ l" Tm“. "'lho lnoviinlilc c'l’cvi nr m'cri‘cedinx
Ehlin All 08‘ hi7". ”0 )"U ”W”: l“Ion sec-ts. An uninterrupted dict of
t‘nri Ms stuff in the Penny L‘lvcu- ”an“. \\'llrelwrlghi—"
lin‘lI‘T7" . ‘IMn': sprnl: lilo nwlnc's nsmc." am.
"My poor. lost lmvf Prnhal'l‘iy Yinilplnrml l'llll, “or 1'” ho sick,"
iIt l‘- doubtisss oil out in thr bonds 0'!
I .
"Ynu'm sold your artistic birthright
rug-r renders."
lfnr :4 mvss of pottngc. probably indi-
igcslilvln at that"
However. l'hl! 00,11,110“ to round Hi 'i illn't cure." he averred stoutly.
up srimewlwrn, Tho awful and unsus- E”! ”9"." “9"" m" anything except—
ported ”In," I ”do.” 0,. my ”.MLDmnmm. who told you her father was
'vin- of patronage ti ll1rbrnn's (nilnr. 11 mzillonnirc?"
uh. (mrnginn lining Hm fo'TnIll “Wm-I "1"“ “7'” known." I said vaguely.
ling. A large surl ('lll'i'iils :mvui of mo "Ho's n l‘fITYl-l king or an emperor of
‘prrsonc. inclvir‘ini: myself uni PM! sheep pr :tm sultan of tits piggery or'
'chcx. yum. nu».- (include. (in old W‘m‘lhfnx. .\ Rood thing for Barbran.
English (jpgj‘n or ;. signlmnm with “1'0". if silo cxpects to keep hop "in,"
wheel on n crcnkc'l (ismpnix-ingiy in tile Rhirg. ’l‘hr- kinfl of Dennis who read
wind Below mm a lurch-l; "At th°f”'" """ “""V'm‘m‘flble author. don‘t
Sign of tho Wheel-—Ths Wrightery."l frcmlom ltohcminn coffen “mm-s.
Wm“. interior of the ”.31”: was «iccnrnt- ’TllFV would record it as reckless snd
lui with scenns rum thr- lllwols 'innhil'vlmlf’d vii-haucherl'.
inn"...- ‘Vhrohyrighf, triumphant vir- shot nt tivc wrong mark."
mo, rill-common villains. benlznant "Th" place has got to be a success."
blessings. chaste efnhruvs‘fi. mlirymg dcclnrcvi I'hii between his teeth. his
dmtmhflh. and nmngvmlossoms. plain face nxprcssing s sort of des~
They “a". unsignod; but Well I know pcrntc (lctcrminnlion.
whose was the shame. er the lire- "()fhprf‘-’Rn m0 butterfly Will fly
pm” hum: " framed “MW rm") ”1“ hack ll out." i suggested. The ho!
Great. Soul. It began. "lh'ul' ‘loungl Winccd.
Friend and Admirer." and untied”
“Your. for the Light. Harvey “heel— What man could do ‘0 make it ‘
wright." success. Phil Stacey did. and heroically.
ate and drunk every-
Thcy then left; that
Finally
Not only did he eat nil his meals
there. but he went forth into the high-
ways and bywsys and hsled in other
pstrons (whom he privstely psid for)
to sn extent which threatened to ex-
haust his mssns.
Our Square is conservative. not to
say distrustful
The guests
hln in sight.
is i: say. four of them did.
Phil departed. glowering at me. I am
it patient. soul. No sooner hurl the
door slsmmed behind him that l tudr‘n-
ed to Barbrsn. who was looking 5-
of Death ashes mm
mm .
‘1knowwbommm'nidthe
Bonnie Lsssis. pointing up to the little
dormer window which was Bat-brad's
outlook on life. "Interpret line a sig-
nsl. What do you see up there?"
"It appears to be a handkerchief
pasted to the window." said I adjust-
ing my glasses.
"Upside down."
Lassie.
“How can a handkerchief be upside
down?" I inquired.
Contempt was all thst it brought
me. "Metaphoricslly. of course! It's
s. signal of distress."
"In what distress can Barbran be?"
"In what kind of distress are most
people who live nckt under the root
in Our Square?"
"She's doing that Just to get into
our atmosphere. She told me so her-
self. A millionaire's daughter—"
"Do millimmires' daughters wash
their own handkerchiefs and paste
them on windows to dry? D s any
woman in or out of Our Squ o ovu-
sosk her own handkerchiefs in her
own washbowl except when she‘s des—
perately saving pennies? Did yo“ ever
wash one, single handkerchief in your
rooms. Dominie?"
"Certainly not. It isn't manly.
Then you think she isn't s millionair-
ess?"
said the Bonnie
Barbran has I
The way Bsrbrsn's eyebrows “‘02:
up constituted in itself a defense
Ito movln sny jury to acquittal.
‘ "' nskcd.
“For what. she
"For corrupting my young friend
Stacey. You made him paint those
1 pictures." ..
' "They're very nice.
hrsn demurely. "Quits
subject."
"They're awful. '
to civilization. They re on t
lilur Squnrc. (if nil sul;jc;rs
'wurid. Harvey “'heelr'risvfi.'w
ilmrhrnn'.‘ “‘hy‘.’ Why. ).
"liusiness." said" rltdfllm'
" .. lain. please, .
"a?” the idea from a friend of min:
in “'ushington Square. She gdot {Woe
l‘ttie collar csfo built aruun 4 “a
|i|cc in Wonderland. you know. s 't
A Looking Glass. Though I donn
l” s learned and serious persgh
31:920., would ever have read su
non-Pn.e-"
u" happene
wasn't. a hippo
tired.
Infill?“ snld Tiarbran. brightening.
‘ id do it
" I thought if she. cou
w‘xlznhlice. I could do it with Harvey
returned Bar-
true to tho
They're on offense
insult in
in the
WhY.
d to ho Friday and ther:
poiamus in the house.
urnged. ' in its bearing tawsrd
conw ll what. have you to lay in your innovations. Thornsen's Elite Restau-
d female-'9" rant has always sufficed for our inner
g. .
cravings. “'e arc. I suppose, too old
to change. Nor does Harvey Wheel-
wright exercise an inspirational sway
over us. “’6 let the little millionaire-Is
and her “'nshington Square importa-
tion pretty well alone. She advertised
feebly in the "Where to Eat." columns.
catching :1 few stray outlsnders. but
for the mast part people didn't come.
Until the first of the month. that is.
Then too many came. They brought
their bills with them.
Evening after evening Barbran and
Phil Stacey sat in the cellar almost or
quite alone. So for as I could Judge
from my occnsloml visits of patron-
nge. they endured the lack of custom
with fortitude. not to say indifference.
lBut in tho mornings her soft eyes
llnnkctl hcavy. and once. as she was
passing my bench deep in thought. I
surprised .1 look of blank terror on her
face. One can understand that even a
mllliormirc's daughter might spend
sleepless nights brooding over a fail-
ure. But that look of mortal dread!
How often have I seen it. What
should it mean. thoush. on Barbran's
sunny face? Puzzling over the ques-
tion I put it to the Bonnie Lassie.
"Resd me a riddle. O may of the
“rise, Hart. 0! what is a child of
fortune. young. strong. and cbsrming.
afraid?"
"Look st her shoes when next you
see her." answered the Bonnie Lsssis
conclusively. “I think the poor little
thing llss put her every cent in the
world into her senseless cellar. and
she’s going under."
"But. good Heavens!" I exclaimed.
”Something has got to be done."
"It's going to he."
"\Vho's going to do it?"
“Me." rcturncd tile Bonnie male.
who is lcast grammatical when most
purposeful.
"Then." said I. “the Fates may as
well shut up shop and Providence, take
it tiny off; the universe has tempor-
arily changed its management. (‘an I
help?"
Tho Ronnie Lassie focused her gaze
in n pcitulial‘ manner upon the exact
centor of my countenance. A sort of
fairy grin played about her lips. "I
wonder lf-- No." she sighed. "No. I
don't think it would do. Dominic.
Anywiy. l've got six without you."
"Including l‘hil Stacey?”
"(if course." retorted the Ronnie
Lassie. “It was he who came to me
for help. I'm really doing this for
him."
"I thought
Barbran."
“0h; she's just a transposed “fash—
lngton Square-r." answered the tyrant
of Our Square. "Though she's n dear
kiddie. too. underneath the nonsense."
"Do I llndcrstzlndmf'
"I don't sec." interrupted the Ron-
nic Lassie sweetly. "how you could. I
havcn't told you. And the rest are
bound to secrecy. llut don't be on.
duly alarmed at anything queer you
may see in ilur Square within the
next few days."
Only by virtue of that warning was
I able to commsnd the emotions
aroused by an cncounter with Cyrus
the Gaunt some evenings later. He
was hurrying across the park space
in the furtive. manner of one going to
a shameful rendezvous. and upon my
hailing him he came up with a rather
swaggering and nonchslant effect.
"Good evening. Cyrus." 1 said.
“(:«md lwening. Dominic."
"licautli'ul weather we're having."
"('ouldn't he finer."
"Do you think it will hold?“
”The paper says rain tomorrow."
“\Vhy is tho tip of your nose paint—
ed green '.‘"
"is it grccn?" inquired Cyrus.
~
you were doing it for
l
i
l
“Elnoraid.” said I. "It looks as if it
were mortifying."
"It would be mortifylng." admitted
Cyrus the Gaunt, "if it weren't in s.
good cause." ’
"What cause?” I asked.
“Come out of there!” said Cyrus the
Gaunt. not to me. but to a figure lurk-
ing in the shrubpery.
The Little Red Docmr emerged. I
took one look at his most. distinctive
feature.
"You. too!" I sold.
mean by it?"
"What do you
"Ask Cyrus." returned the Little
Red Doctor glumly.
”It's a cult." said Cyrus. "The
credit of the notion belongs not to me.
but to my esteemed better half. A
few chosen souls-—"
"Hers comes another of them." I
conjectured, as a bowed form ap-
proached. "Who is it? MacLachsn!"
The old-Scot. appeared to be suffer-
ing from a severe cold. His handker-
chief was pressed to his face.
"Take. it down. Mac." I ordered.
"It's useless." He did so. and my
worst suspicions were confirmed,
"He bullied me into it." declared the
tailor. glowering at Cyrus the Gaunt.
'It'll do your nose 800d.” declared
Cyrus Jauntily. “Give it a. change.
Complementary colors. you know.
What ho! Our lssder.”
Phil Stscey apmred. Following
him were Leon Coventry. huge and
At the time we were possing tbs
I.
wrlpnehgl‘e‘h‘nsmc of lintta and the
Knee. why?"
“fireball”, for one person who reads
5
mm" bud: wont to at and *hsu’ '
bran.
m. ’
landed.
“To the Wrightsry.” said Phil.
“Is it . party?”
f‘lt‘s s gothering.”
"Am I included?"
"If you'll—"
“Not on any account." I declared
firmly. It had just occurred to me why
the Bonnie Lassie hsd centered her
gaze upon my features. "Follow your
indecent noses as far as you like. I
stsy."
Still lost in meditation. I may have
dosed on my bench. when heavy.
are you all going.“ I ‘do—
ing there dropped in s- plump m.
who smiled sweetly at Phil, Ind intro-
"Sunday Universe Maguslllo"—OIQ
where was the rest of the circle? In
a flurry of excitement. the pair sent
for Cyrus the Gaunt to do the talk-i
ing. CyruS arrived. breathless and‘d
trifle on color (the Bonnie Lassie had
unfortunately got us touch of brains.
seenic paint mixed with the green. so
that he. smelled like an over—ripe
banana). and proceeded to exposition.
‘ sed me I "This.” he prlained, “is s. new cult.
meuured roots 9P5 am“ .- It is based on the back-to-the-sprlng
IOORQd ‘0 Bee Terry the C01" I peered idea- The well-spring of life, you
at. bun with anxiety. know. The-er-spring of eternal youth
"Terry." I inquired. “how is your and and so forth. YOu understand?"
nose?" “I hope to." said the reporter po-
“Keen. Dominie." said Terry. He liiely. "“‘hy on the nose?"
sniffed the sir. "DOT" 3'0“ detect the "I will explain that,” returned
smell of illegal alcohol?"
Cyrus, getting his second wind: "but
"I can't ssy I do."
first let me get the central idea. in
"It’s very plain," declared the officer your mind. It's a nature movement;
Wflsslins his nasal 0’53“ “'hl"h- 1. a readjustment of art to nature. All
was vastly relieved to observe retain-l nature is green. Look about you."
ed its original huc. ‘W’Vouldn't .‘Hllf Here he pauscd for effect. which was
say. Dominic. it ‘comes from yrlndcr-unfnrmnnm_
cellar?" "Quite so." agreed the reporter. “The
“Barbran's cellar?" Icablc-cnr. for instance. and the dollar
"I am informed that a circle of dun-l bill, not to mention the croton bug
gerous chsr-acktsrs with green nosos= and the polar bear. But. pardon me. I
gather there and drink cider contain-i interrupt the flow of your eloquence."
lng‘ more'than two-scvcnty-f'ive per: "You do." said Cyrus severely.
cent of apple Juice. I'm about to pull.I “Inunimain nature I speak of. All in-
the place." ’ animate nature is green. But we poor
"For Hesven's sake. Terry; don'tl'cllow creatures have gotten away
do that! You'll scare—P from the. universal mother-color. We
"Whisht. Dominietj' interrupted; rnllst got back to it. “'e must learn“
Terry with an elaborate wink? to think grccnly. But first we must
“There'll be no surprise. excopt may—f learn to soc grcenly. How shall we
lhe to the Judge in the momlng_ You? Accomplish this? Put green in our
better drop in at the court." ' 03'087 Impossible. unfortunately. But.
our noses—there is the solution. In
direct proximity to the eye, the color.
properly applied. tints onc‘s vision of
all things. (:rccn shadows in a green
world.“ mooned Cyrus the Gaunt
Of the round—up I have no details.
except that it seemed to be quietly‘
co'nducterl. The case was called lilo;
next day. before Magistrate Wolf Tone;
Hanmhsn. known as the "Human' WWHC‘fny‘ "'As tho hfird puts it:
lJudgc." He heard the evidence. test; “'Afimhllatms all thats made
ed the sample, announced his intcn—' T“ tariffs" thought in a. green
i Q .
tion of coming around that evening .. .‘ - . .. .
for some morc. and honorably dis-l “7'“ 7' mm‘""- Said the visitor.
charged Barbran infill limlc :2 note on an envelope-
. . . hack.
"And what about these mm?" he In-g . ‘
: 'Accordinglv Miss Iiarbran. the
l . ..
Qllll‘red. ‘87-an Upon (if); (1811;325:1“23 dulluhivi' and licilcss of a millionaire
Dangerous snsp .. - .mnlh mxhrr in “3.0an: there the
said Terry tho (.‘op. o . .rmmflmfi
"They look mild as goat’s milk in
me." returncd lho Magistrate. "though
made his second note). has
Ocinllilsltml this ccntcr where we. meet
lu r» now and refresh our souls."
now I get me. eye on lh". ”‘L'lidd‘d: “thunk" said the benevolent report-
'wnn (with a friendly wink at the or “Finn. “f (nurse “.5 ‘1‘ bunk—-"
”I”? “pd Doctor) I rcckonize. him as "ltimkm cclu'wi lurhmn and Phil.
s desprit chnrackier thot’d smm your
l k t aghast. “hilc i'yrus sat. with his lank
life as soon as on :1 ye.
.—_
i .
:, iii/W i“
r k
The conspirators. slithered at the cellar with their war-points on. discussed the fiasco in embittered tones.
Time justified his faith. on. sun. “III M
duced himself as a reporter for the.
i
The Little Red Doctor was unreliable
owing to the pressure of profesdonol
culls. He complained with am
Justice that a green nose on a proo-
ticing physician tended to impair con-
fidence. Then Icon Coventry went
away. and Boggs discovered (or ill-
vented) sn impoth mm“
with a growing family of cloth--
moths in a Connecticut country boon.
So there remained only the faithful
PhiL One swallow does not. tasks a.
summer: nor does one youth with I.
vernsl proboscis convince s skeptical
public that it is enjoying the fearful
companionship of a subversive and re-
volutionary cult. Patronage ebbed out
as foot as it. bu! flooded in. Bur-
bran's eyes were as soft and happy
as ever in the evenings. when she and
Phil sat in a less and less interrupt-
ed solitude. But in the mornings pal-
pable fear stalked her. Phil never saw
it. He was preoccupied with s. dread
of his own.
One evening of howling wind and
hammering rsin. when all was cosy
and homeJike for two in the littlo
firelit Wrightery, she nerved herself
up to fscing the facts.
“It's going to be a. failure.” she sald
dismally.
“Then you're going away?" he asked.
trying to keep his voice from (making.
She set her litle chin quite firmly.
"Not while there's a. chance left of
pulling it out."
“Well: it doesn't matter as for as
I'm concerned." he muttered. "I'm go-
ing away myself." '
"You?" She sat up very steals“
and startled. "Where?" '
"Kansas City."
"Oh! What. for?"
"Do you remember a fat old grand-
pa who was hero last month and can.
back to ask about the decorations?"
"Yes." s
“He's built him a new house—ha
calls it a mansion—and he wants mo
to paint the music-room. He llkes"--
Phil gulped a Hitlh "my style of
art."
"Isn't that great!" said Barbi-an in
the voice of one giving three cheers
for a. funeral. "How does he want
his music-room decorated?"
Young Phil put his head in his
hands. "Scenes from Moody and
Sankey." he said in a mumed voice.
"Good gracious! You aren't. going
ih d on What wn'vijim' ill‘nnptng. ‘0 do it’"
are 0y .anR'TOUF- - "You don't see any of your favorite .. I.
..“~hpn apprehended." replied Tcrr}'.’o..;-.r in my iyv. do you?" inquired ”,1 2:1: retgrted “1.9.. other gloom-
looking cm-crtly about to see that the 1b,. visitor Illt‘flsilnlly. “Just what m}e.diatel"hg°:dd:tlior"'ga. almost “n;
reporters wero within hearing dis—, yum» pulling over I don‘t know. "No‘ 30‘s“) ' t '"c‘i any”)?!
tance. "their noses were Pninimlj Sam.- lmul ni‘ new grease paint. per- must ' 2 '0: u mus ntvvo t a I OI
green.“ 'lmps “M” “in me. “.5 gnocl enough. take 15.?" course. ould—wili it
"Is this true?" asked the Ringisirmc Sl‘.\\\5|‘- 1‘” “I“ "‘r ‘1- "'3 “0"“ 3 “I‘m not comin b ck"
of the six. ] l‘ll'f" 51“!" “f ”“1”“ I." “'3‘“ some "I don‘t want v0: hat I‘ b "
"It is. your Honor." they N‘DHPd. Eiilmiumupl s "3 ill“ lll‘ll‘fll paintings. ‘ ‘ 0 0 come ack.
. . m I . . _ .- . _ said Barbran. in a. queer. frightened
"An. why not. demanded the liu-l Tl. » in .ilmnst pammli) beautiful. voice She put out be hand 1 him
man Judge hotly. "'Tis n zinrlous ..\‘.'if:i':< wrong: with our you"! and 'hsstlly withdrewr't 0
color! nff‘cer. yc've exccedod yer timid. :e hp such? he mldi‘d. looking He said desperatel -- l I"th t' th
loot)". Let 'cm paint their noses :lnnyi with nsinnisllnliénl st Phil Stacey who 3 ' ‘1 - .
use? I can‘t sit here forever look-
ing at you and-«sud dreaming of—of
impossible things. and eating my heart
out with my nose painted green."
"The poor nose!" murmured Bar-
bran.
“'ith one of her
handkerchiefs dipped in 'turpentino.
she gently rubbed it clean. It then
looked (as she said later in a feeble
attempts to palliate her subsequent
conduct) very pink and boyish and
pathetic, but somehow faithful Ind
reliable and altogether lovable.
So she kissed it. Then she tried to
run sway. The attempt fslled.
It was not Barbran's nose that got
kissed next. Nor. for that matter.
was it young Phil‘s. Then he held
her off and shut his eyes, for the un-
trammeled exercise of his reasoning
powers. and again demanded of Bar-
bran and the fates:
"\Vhat's the use?"
"W’hat‘s the use of what?" returned
Barbran tremulously.
"Of sll this? Your father's
millionaire. and I won't—l can't—"
"He isn't!" cried Bar-bran. “And you
can—you will."
"He isn't?" ejaculated Phil. “Whot
is he?"
"He's a school-teacher. and I haven‘t
got a thing but debts.
Phil riceived this untoward news as
if a doc of angels. ringing Joy bells.
had just brought him the giaddsst tid-
home-laundered
ings in history. After an interlude
he said:
"But. why——"
"Because." said Barbmn. burrowing
her nose in his coat: "I thought it
would be an asset. I thought psopls
would consider it romantic and It
would help business. See how much
that reporter made of it! Phil!
W'h-wh-why are you treating me like
s—a—a— dumbbell?"
For he had thrust her away from
him at arm's-length again.
"There‘s one pther thing between
us. Barbran." -
"If there is. it's your fault. Wbst
is it?"
“Harvey Wheelwright." he sold
solemnly. "Do you really like an
sickening slush-slinger?" ‘
She raised to his: eyes in which n
righteous hsts quiver-ed. "I loathe
him. I've always losthsd him. I des-
plse the very ink he writes with and
the paper it'- printed on."
When I happened in a few mm
later. they were ritually burning the
"Dear Friend and Admirer" letter in .-
slow candle-name. and Harvey Wheel-
. i.
color they inike: but green car pref- was exhibiting sub-nauseous symp- wright. as represented by In.
erence. I'm tellin' ye, this is the land toms. Ymctuously rolling signature, “I
of freedom an' equality. an' ivory citl- “Ho painted 'em.” explained Cyrus. writhing in merited torment. Bo-
zen thereof is entitled to life. liberty. grinning. tween them they told me their llttlo
and the purshoot of happiness. an' .“And he‘s sorry." supplemented romsncs.
s man's nose is his castle. an‘ don't Rarbmn. "And he‘s not. going to Kansas City.‘
ye fergit it. Dls-char-rrged! Go on’ "YM; I wouldn‘t wonder. Well. I said Bar-bran defiantly.
sin no more. I mane. let the good Won't give him away." said the kindly “I’m not going nnywhere' ever, ‘m
rruk so swat". journalist. "Now. as to the member- from Barbi-fin." said young Phil,
"Now watch for the evening ship of your circle. . . ." "And he‘s going to point What 1!.
km"... “1d young Phil Stacey on The Sunday “story" covered a full wants to.“
ultsntly. "The Wrightory Will get page. The “miliionm‘ress” feature "Pictures of Barbrsn," sud m
sorno free advertising thot'li crowd it was played up conspicuously and re- Phil.
for months." peatodly. and the illustrations did "And we're to”. to burn the Wheel
Als- for youth's golden hopes! The
evening papers ignored the carefully
prepared event. One morning paper
published I. pusgrsph. attributing the
green noses to s masquerade party.
The conspirators. gathered at the cel—
hr with their war-paints on (in case
of reporters). discussed the fiasco in
embittered tones. Young Stacey raged
against s. stupid and corrupt press.
MscLachan expressed the scldulous
hope tbs: there-rte:- Cyrus the Gaunt
would be content with making a fool
of himself without implicating inno—
cent snd pounding friends. The Bon-
nie Lassie was not present, but sent
word (chsracteflsticslly) that they
must burs done it all wrong; men had
no sense. anyway. The party then
sent out for. turpentine and broke up
to nasssmbls no more. Only Phil
Stacey. inventor of the great idea. was
still faithful to and hopefuls! it. Each
what little the text failed to do. It
was a “josh-story" from beginning to
end
“I'll kill that pious fraud of S ro-
portcr." declared Phil. ' ’
"Now the place is ruined," mourned
Barbi-an.
“\‘\’ait
Cyrus.
Great is the power of publicity. The
“’rightcry was swamped with custom
on the Monday evening following Dub-
licntion, and for the rest of thst week
and the. succeeding week.
“I never was good at figures." add
the transported Barbrsn to Phil
Stacey at the close of thermonth. "but
as near as I can make out. I'vsra clear
profit of eight dollars and semty
cents. My fortune is made. And it's
all due to you." ‘ ‘
Had the Bonnls hassle boa: able to
hold her painted retainers in ms. the
owner’s golden prophecy might luvs
and see." advised the wiser
shy. and the 10th.! m looking no.
swans: he conscientiously _ mood
I
been made good. But they. bod other
i
sign in emgy. and wipe off the walls
and make the place a. success,” .11!
Box-bran.
"And we're going to be married right
sway." sold Phil.
“Next weak.” said Bax-bran.
“What do you think?” md both.
Now I know what I ought to hens;
self. I should hsvo pointed out tit
folly and recklessness of marrying .
twenty-m dollsrs a week and a
(”wry of debts. I should hams M-
ed prudence sud csutlon and ’
and bsvs pointed out—The wind
the door open:
the pork, sad
burgeoning losves wss born. In. wol-
wlthsred heart.
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