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at aoe Rix. SS By DAVID FOX Author of ‘* The Man Who Convicted Himself,’’ ‘‘ The Super-Swing,’’ ‘‘ The Doom Dealer,’’ etc. pt A CHAPTER XVII. LUCY INTERVENES., HIL HOWE gazed at the mocking red lips of the young woman standing be- fore him in the country lane and he, too, smiled slowly, not a whit abashed that she had guessed the truth. “So you were wise, after all?” he asked. ‘Sure, we'll travel together—that is, if you're going my way?” “T thought M’siew’ was coming mine!” she murmured demurely. ‘Whatever you say! Here let me carry that for you.”’ He possessed himself of her handbag, which she relinquished without @ murmur, and continued in his irrepress- ible, bantering tone: ‘“ You didn’t think I’d stay on after you’d gone, when I’d come from the city expressly to see you? My dear Lucy, I’d follow you to Scranton, if you’d say the word!” She drew in her breath sharply, but for a moment was silent as they walked to- gether toward the head of the lane. He glanced sidewise at her, but she had bowed her head, her dark lashes sweeping her cheek as she kept her eyes fastened upon the ground. Her profile told him nothing At last she sighed plaintively, and the accent was gone from her voice when she spoke. This story began in the Argosy-Allistory Weekly for March 29. 73t CoOmmicloookxs