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has given Matchless Quality for 31 years. So Delicious ! jusi Try 3%. However, it seemed to be lasting quite well, so. two months later. I went off on a business jaunt to Mexicoâ€" un runningâ€"with a fairly easy mind. came. back three months later, pleasâ€" ed with myself and with a great deal Susie came back from her honey- moon very fit, stronger than she had ever been, and as happy as the day is longâ€"a bit too happy for my liking. It is dangerous to be too happy. You have to pay for it. Then I said quite quietly: “From my point of vieW, you’re in the world just to make Susie happy. If you don’t I'll give you hell.” I did not like Bellamy, and I trusted him even less. He was altogether too beautiful to be true. Of course, I knew that a man who is really fond of his daughter is apt to be prejudiced against any one who wants to take her away from him. But Bellamy was most certainly not the type of man I should have chosen for a son-inâ€"law. He was tall and slim and dark and ale, with large brown eyes and black air, brushed straight back without a parting, and when he laughed he showed a row of long white teeth. And he had had a fond mother. But, as I say, I came Back from the South Seas too late to do anything. So I let her marry him. But I gave him his warning: He came to me to ask my consent. He really seemed to like the job, and he did it in many of the noblest words I have ever heard. I did not know him. Why should I? I hfatd him out and gave my consent. That was why he had not gone to a public school or to the war. He spent the last three years of it in Ire- land, the home of the safe. Asnfar as I could make out Bellamy did nothing exgept talk nobly. I hate sentimentalists. At bottom they are generally as hard as nails. 1 had little doubt that the base of Bel- lamy Tong’s beautiful nature was good hard diamond, for I noticed that if things didn’t go exactly his way his eyes would go rather harder than the next man’s. pearls. I came back to find her desper- ately in love with himâ€"and he with her, for that matter. Love is a tickâ€" lish thing; and it is best to lea‘ve it alone. It would have been quite dif- ferent if Susie had been a robust young woman. I should have stepped 1n briskly. A heart break or two does not seem to do that type much harm. But she was not a robust young woâ€" man; she was delicate, almost fragile, and tender-hearted and affectionate. A heart-break might almost be the death of her. I thought it wiser to sit tight and do nothing and say no- thing. It yvas no fault of mine that Susie married Bellamy Tong. I was away. domg business in the South $035â€" for unvawing Quality is the Greatest Mark (:9? Distinctian. The Wmng Man’s fiasng ISSUE No. 24â€"‘23. PART I mm.& BY EDGAR JEPSON mign I helped her. I said: ‘fI expect that the silly young ass has been dipping into the underworldâ€"it’s the fashion- able thing to do, you knowâ€"with only three pounds_ in his pocket and is in She fairly dashed into it, asking for Bellamy. He had not come home. She waisiin a terrible state. Mrs. Clavering-Cl: one, and asked w} there. She was r: three pounds in his pocket an pawn somewhere." She was furious, like a'furim ing dove, and gave me a fine (5 down. That was what I w‘ anger could not do her any b said I would go and find him : I was shaving on the Mond'ey moi-n- ing when she came round to the house and burst into my room in a devil of a state. Bellamy had not come home the_pight before. “Well, w'hat about mini 'séid'."5‘¥1e’s probably got caught in a poker or Chemmy game and at it still.” Thai; was just like Billy. You could alwaysurely on him to be on time. more money. When I set eyes on Susie my heart sank plumb and fetch- ed up with a jolt. She was not happy any long‘. I got busy and made enquiries. Of course. women were Bellamy Tong’s wegkness, or, rather, not his weakness She was rat we to In ther tart wi club, 1- tl.e c furious suck fine dressing H 845 With that I put the receiver back. Relieved of anxiety, she should sleep herself till 2 o’clock. At a quarter past 2 she found me at breakfast. I told her that the less said about the silly young ass’ scrape the better. She was not pressing. I think that she had tumbled to it that the one place in the world in which a woman can’t get at a man is prison. Shocking, of course; Ybut it couldn’t be a serious offense if ’he would be out in a fortnight, and, after all, no woman could get at him, and that was what she really wanted. She saw at once that I was right and went away fairly cheerful. I was pleased not to have deceived her at all. What Bellamy was exactly getting was fourteen days without the option of a fine. I got out of the car to help her. She needed no help. She opened the door of the caravan, took the “pritty” gent'eman by the ankles, Rugged him out, snoring, hoisted him on to her shoulder, stepped across to the car, and tumbled him into the tonneau, for all the world as if he had been a sack of pgtatoes. It was easy driving. The streets were clear; the road was clearer; and ‘no haze dimmed the November moon. I was at the corner of the Common at 12.35. At once I heard faintly in the stillness the slow beat of hoofs and the creaking of a cart on the Sarratt road. At 2.44 there came round the corner a gypsy van drawn by a fat horse, and driven by a lady. A shawl hid quite as much of her face as my muffler andrgoggles hid of mine. Appetizirig Bread Whole wheat bread is de] cup of finely-chopped dates is added to the dough. and said he wasn't there’and hadn't been. He had been coming to dinner the night before and hadn’t turned up. She rang ofl". I wondered how Billy’s friends had culled Bellamy so early in the evening. I rang up Enid Cooper-Calhoun, the l'ackety one. Mrs. Cooper-Calhoun came to the telephone Iand she also seemed peeved by my :':1- quiry. She said that she didn’t know where Mr. Tong was in such a tone that I gathered that she didn’t care. “I understood that he was having tea with Miss Cooper-Calhoun,” I said at a venture. MVnard’s Linlment (or Corns and Warts Bostocks has a big, high roof. Under it is an attic, the length and width of the house, with sloping walls, lighted by one small wormer window. We carried Bellamy upstairs, hauled him up the ladder, through the trapdoor, into the attic, took off his overcoat, and laid him on a small mattress on the floor in a corner. Then I hand- cuffed him and with a safety razor shaved all that fine black hair off his head. Even by the poor light of the candle he did look an extraordinary person. It seemed a pity that he should lose such an amusing sight; and I sent Harry down for a mirror. He hung it on a nail by the window. Then I cov- ered the snoring Bellamy with a blan- ket and his overcoat and Went down to coffee and eggs and bacon. I enjoyed them very much. Shé accEpted thé desenption said, meekly, but eagerly: “Have found him?” “I’ve found him,” I said. “He has got himself into a devil of a mess, and you won’t see him for at least a fort- night. I’m not going to tell you what the mess is, or where he is. But he’s I said good night and drove off. I had a long run across country before me. I have a country house, Bostocks, on a hill near Pulborough. When I reached Bostocks I found Mrs. Whit- comb and her son, Harry, who run the house and garden for me, asleep in the kitchen, waiting up for me. They are trustworthy people. Once on a time I had pulled Harry out of a devil of a mess. If he showed his face in the West Riding the police would have him in twenty~four hours. He only shows his face, and that not too freely, on that hill near Pulborough. They did not show any surprise at Beliamy’s sleepy condition. 7 “Thank you, my dear. Here’s some- thing for your trouble,” I said, and gay; h_er Va tpnner. . She looked at it; by the light of my 12.131ps,_s_queal§edr and blessed me. mumer and goggles md of mine. She pulled up the horse and said: “Is it Mr. Brown, of Islington?" “Yes,” said 1. “I’ve brought the pritty gentleman,” shg said, and got down. Then I drove home. It was nearly 6 when I arrived and I had not been in the house five minutes when the tele- phone tell rang. It was my guess that it had rung often duping the night. “He never came!" she snapped, and rang ofl'. I gave myself plcnty of time to get to Chipperfit-ld Common. It would never do for Billy Pride to be on time with the goods and me not there to receive them. 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