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“pu, 5 Sry eee Se Lae Fe) tate 2 , ne aye afull eci : am id Guy if steps. Garry followed them. ®t 5 your husband pays the death penalty.” with him brought up the rear. ‘hey ha «But it is just!” she cried. ‘He has had no chance to seé her distinctly had his own way SO long—in everything! there in the dark, but when they < He has ridden rough-shod over SO many! the top again, and knocked on the door If he has killed Guy, not his act nor and when it swung back, under SiIVErS: his money—nothing shall save him! He guiding hand, the light fell full upon her— must pay the penalty!” and they stared in blank amazement. « Well,” said Garry slowly, “ that is your «Mrs. Milburne,” gasped Silvers, an@ problem—for you to decide! I must get with a low bow ushered her in. — back to Katherine! é «PI go with you,” said the woman. ea « Fladn’t you better go home and rest?” CHAPTER XVI. “J have no home. I have had my things a packed and sent to the station. My maids THE GRANDEUR OF THE PAEY Bee have been packing since dinner time. I HE day of permanent aristocracies is | past. Even in the older countric have some hand luggage and my maid at n an hotel!” over seas, the peasant classes are 10 “Go there, then, and go to bed. Get longer willing to toil in order to support % some sleep. I'll telephone you of drop in class of idlers and wasters. ikes and see you as soon as anything definite earls are going to work. Countesses are is known.” opening shops and going into the motio: “J couldn't sleep,” she replied, with a pictures. And it is impossible to work fax Shake of her head. “Take me back with a living and still play the society gat you. I want to be where everything is go- The society game requires a good ing on—where Guy is.” time. Besides the round of teas al “ Very well,” he agreed finally. ners and balls, there are the races, { Her car was waiting—the car in which sonal resorts, the, shooting parties an che had meant to carry Da Costa off. They parties and hunts. It costs a fortu drove back to the club. And they arrived to maintain establishments. Indee at the foot of the iron stairway just as position cannot endure eithaut = nds- Fielding and Joan reached it, coming down. more funds nowadays than ever nell “ Go back!” cried Garry quietly, barring And money is harder come by, in i their way. So dyer) OueE Seat ane ‘ Ae They halted, at that, in some dismay, pretty nearly played out In the and Fielding muttered an oath under his States of America it has practic If you don’t want trouble with the po- rapidly over here Vatues® Fes ‘ous lice—g0 back, I tell you,” repeated Garry. changing. Everythin tc wee: _ alway ‘It’s not going to look well, you know— for new peoples are pre nae es Ang} your sneaking off like this! It looks pretty at Ellis Island, with new id ie Bs i much like a confession of guilt!” tion : ) sa « ” ‘ 5; and a burnin ire te ere > 2 Damn you,” growled Fielding, “I conquer. S sa 2. es thought I put you out!” Yesterday's immigrant pect ; Not quite,” answered Garry. “Tm day, as he rises above ie hi a Be still on the job, you see—and I advise you hard labor. To-morrow he y vil 9 oe You won't get far, 1 warn you, sending his sons and daugt il be w | ore the police will be on your trail. Bet- and smart schools. | ai pi ters to o - ter wait around!” ential eal “Ty . . Le they wil b : >” pat i fo Moffie! I think we'd compete with the new see meee | | hardened, who have y¢