“Money is the root of all Evil.”

I do not know who said the above famous words, but they are true.  I know it but to well.  For had I never gone on an Allowence, and been in debt and always worried about the way silk stockings wear out, et cetera, I would be having a much better time.  For who can realy enjoy a dress when it is not paid for or only partialy so?

I have decided to write out this story, which is true in every particuler, except here and there the exact words of conversation, and then sell it to a Magazine.  I intend to do this for to reasons.  First, because I am in Debt, especialy for to tires, and second, because parents will then read it, and learn that it is not possable to make a good appearence, including furs, theater tickets and underwear, for a Thousand Dollars a year, even if one wears plain uncouth things beneath.  I think this, too.  My mother does not know how much clothes and other things, such as manacuring, cost these days.  She merely charges things and my father gets the bills.  Nor do I consider it fair to expect me to atend Social Functions and present a good appearence on a small Allowence, when I would often prefer a simple game of tennis or to lie in a hammick, or to converce with some one I am interested in, of the Other Sex.

It was mother who said a Thousand dollars a year and no extras.  But I must confess that to me, after ten dollars a month at school, it seemed a large sum.  I had but just returned for the summer holadays, and the Familey was having a counsel about me.  They always have a counsel when I come home, and mother makes a list, begining with the Dentist.

“I should make it a Thousand,” she said to father.  “The child is in shameful condition.  She is never still, and she fidgits right through her clothes.”

“Very well,” said father, and got his Check Book.  “That is $83.33 1/3 cents a month.  Make it thirty four cents.  But no bills, Barbara.”

“And no extras,” my mother observed, in a stern tone.

“Candy, tennis balls and matinee tickets?” I asked.

“All included,” said father.  “And Church collection also, and ice cream and taxicabs and Xmas gifts.”

Although pretending to consider it small, I realy felt that it was a large amount, and I was filled with joy when father ordered a Check Book for me with my name on each Check.  Ah, me!  How happy I was!

I was two months younger then and possably childish in some ways.  For I remember that in my exhiliration I called up Jane Raleigh the moment she got home.  She came over, and I showed her the book.

“Bab!” she said.  “A thousand dollars!  Why, it is wealth.”

“It’s not princly,” I observed.  “But it will do, Jane.”

We then went out and took a walk, and I treated her to a Facial Masage, having one myself at the same time, having never been able to aford it before.

“It’s Heavenley, Bab,” Jane observed to me, through a hot towle.  “If I were you I should have one daily.  Because after all, what are features if the skin is poor?”

We also had manacures, and as the young person was very nice, I gave her a dollar.  As I remarked to Jane, it had taken all the lines out of my face, due to the Spring Term and examinations.  And as I put on my hat, I could see that it had done somthing else.  For the first time my face showed Character.  I looked mature, if not, indeed, even more.

I paid by a Check, although they did not care about taking it, prefering cash.  But on calling up the Bank accepted it, and also another check for cold cream, and a fancy comb.

I had, as I have stated, just returned from my Institution of Learning, and now, as Jane and I proceded to a tea place I had often viewed with hungry eyes but no money to spend, it being expencive, I suddenly said: 

“Jane, do you ever think how ungrateful we are to those who cherish us through the school year and who, although stern at times, are realy our Best Friends?”

“Cherish us!” said Jane.  “I haven’t noticed any cherishing.  They tolarate me, and hardly that.”

“I fear you are pessamistic,” I said, reproving her but mildly, for Jane’s school is well known to be harsh and uncompromizing.  “However, my own feelings to my Instructers are diferent and quite friendly, especialy at a distance.  I shall send them flowers.”

It was rather awful, however, after I had got inside the shop, to find that violets, which I had set my heart on as being the school flour, were five dollars a hundred.  Also there were more teachers than I had considered, some of them making but small impression on account of mildness.

There were eight.

“Jane!” I said, in desparation.  “Eight without the housekeeper!  And she must be remembered because if not she will be most unpleasant next fall, and swipe my chaffing dish.  Forty five dollars is a lot of Money.”

“You only have to do it once,” said Jane, who could aford to be calm, as it was costing her nothing.

However, I sent the violets and paid with a check.  I felt better by subtracting the amount from one thousand.  I had still $945.00, less the facials and so on, which had been ten.

This is not a finantial story, although turning on Money.  I do not wish to be considered as thinking only of Wealth.  Indeed, I have always considered that where my heart was in question I would always decide for Love and penury rather than a Castle and greed.  In this I differ from my sister Leila, who says that under no circumstanses would she ever inspect a refrigerater to see if the cook was wasting anything.

I was not worried about the violets, as I consider Money spent as but water over a damn, and no use worrying about.  But I was no longer hungry, and I observed this to Jane.

“Oh, come on,” she said, in an impatient maner.  “I’ll pay for it.”

I can read Jane’s inmost thoughts, and I read them then.  She considered that I had cold feet financially, although with almost $945.00 in the bank.  Therefore I said at once: 

“Don’t be silly.  It is my party.  And we’ll take some candy home.”

However, I need not have worried, for we met Tommy Gray in the tea shop, and he paid for everything.

I pause here to reflect.  How strange to look back, and think of all that has since hapened, and that I then considered that Tommy Gray was interested in Jane and never gave me a thought.  Also that I considered that the look he gave me now and then was but a friendly glanse!  Is it not strange that Romanse comes thus into our lives, through the medium of a tea-cup, or an éclair, unheralded and unsung, yet leaving us never the same again?

Even when Tommy bought us candy and carried mine under his arm while leaving Jane to get her own from the counter, I suspected nothing.  But when he said to me, “Gee, Bab, you’re geting to be a regular Person,” and made no such remark to Jane, I felt that it was rather pointed.

Also, on walking up the Avenue, he certainly walked nearer me than Jane.  I beleive she felt it, to, for she made a sharp speach or to about his Youth, and what he meant to do when he got big.  And he replied by saying that she was big enough allready, which hurt because Jane is plump and will eat starches anyhow.

Tommy Gray had improved a great deal since Xmas.  He had at that time apeared to long for his head.  I said this to Jane, Soto Voce, while he was looking at some neckties in a window.

“Well, his head is big enough now,” she said in a snapish maner.  “It isn’t very long, Bab, since you considered him a mere Child.”

“He is twenty,” I asserted, being one to stand up for my friends under any and all circumstanses.

Jane snifed.

“Twenty!” she exclaimed.  “He’s not eighteen yet.  His very noze is imature.”

Our discourse was interupted by the object of it, who requested an opinion on the ties.  He ignored Jane entirely.

We went in, and I purchaced a handsome tie for father, considering it but right thus to show my apreciation of his giving me the Allowence.

It was seventy five cents, and I made out a check for the amount and took the tie with me.  We left Jane soon after, as she insisted on adressing Tommy as dear child, or “Mon enfant,” and strolled on together, oblivious to the World, by the World forgot.  Our conversation was largely about ourselves, Tommv maintaining that I gave an impression of fridgidity, and that all the College men considered me so.

“Better fridgidity,” I retorted, “than softness.  But I am sincere.  I stick to my friends through thick and thin.”

Here he observed that my Chin was romantic, but that my Ears were stingy, being small and close to my head.  This irratated me, although glad they are small.  So I bought him a gardenia to wear from a flour-seller, but as the flour-seller refused a check, he had to pay for it.

In exchange he gave me his Frat pin to wear.

“You know what that means, don’t you, Bab?” he said, in a low and thriling tone.  “It means, if you wear it, that you are my ­well, you’re my girl.”

Although thriled, I still retained my practacality.

“Not exclusively, Tom,” I said, in a firm tone.  “We are both young, and know little of Life.  Some time, but not as yet.”

He looked at me with a searching glanse.

“I’ll bet you have a couple of dozen Frat pins lying around, Bab,” he said savigely.  “You’re that sort.  All the fellows are sure to be crasy about you.  And I don’t intend to be an Also-ran.”

“Perhaps,” I observed, in my most dignafied maner.  “But no one has ever tried to bully me before.  I may be young, but the Other Sex have always treated me with respect.”

I then walked up the steps and into my home, leaving him on the pavment.  It was cruel, but I felt that it was best to start right.

But I was troubled and distrait during dinner, which consisted of mutton and custard, which have no appeal for me owing to having them to often at school.  For I had, although not telling an untruth, allowed Tom to think that I had a dozen or so Frat pins, although I had none at all.

Still, I reflected, why not?  Is it not the only way a woman can do when in conflict with the Other Sex, to meet Wile with Gile?  In other words, to use her intellagence against brute force?  I fear so.

Men do not expect truth from us, so why disapoint them?

During the salid mother inquired what I had done during the afternoon.

“I made a few purchaces,” I said.

“I hope you bought some stockings and underclothes,” she observed.  “Hannah cannot mend your chemises any more, and as for your ­”

“Mother!” I said, turning scarlet, for George ­who was the Butler, as Tanney had been found kissing Jane ­was at that moment bringing in the cheeze.

“I am not going to interfere with your Allowence,” she went on.  “But I recall very distinctly that during Leila’s first year she came home with three evening wraps and one nightgown, having to borrow from one of her schoolmates, while that was being washed.  I feel that you should at least be warned.”

How could I then state that instead of bying nightgowns, et cetera, I had been sending violets?  I could not.  If Life to my Familey was a matter of petticoats, and to me was a matter of fragrant flours, why cause them to suffer by pointing out the diference?

I did not feel superior.  Only diferent.

That evening, while mother and Leila were out at a Festivaty, I gave father his neck-tie.  He was overcome with joy and for a moment could not speak.  Then he said: 

“Good gracious, Bab!  What a ­what a diferent necktie.”

I explained my reasons for buying it for him, and also Tom Gray’s objecting to it as to juvenile.

“Young impudense!” said father, refering to Tom.  “I darsay I am quite an old fellow to him.  Tie it for me, Bab.”

“Though old of body, you are young in mentalaty,” I said.  But he only laughed, and then asked about the pin, which I wore over my heart.

“Where did you get that?” he asked in quite a feirce voice.

I told him, but not quite all.  It was the first time I had concealed an Amour from my parents, having indeed had but few, and I felt wicked and clandestine.  But, alas, it is the way of the heart to conceal its deepest feelings, save for blushes, which are beyond bodily control.

My father, however, mearly sighed and observed: 

“So it has come at last!”

“What has come at last?” I asked, but feeling that he meant Love.  For although forty-two and not what he once was, he still remembers his Youth.

But he refused to anser, and inquired politely if I felt to much grown-up, with the Allowence and so on, to be held on knees and occasionaly tickeled, as in other days.

Which I did not.

That night I stood at the window of my Chamber and gazed with a heaving heart at the Gray residense, which is next door.  Often before I had gazed at its walls, and considered them but brick and morter, and needing paint.  Now my emotions were diferent.  I realized that a House is but a shell, covering and protecting its precious contents from weather and curious eyes, et cetera.

As I stood there, I percieved a light in an upper window, where the nursery had once been in which Tom ­in those days when a child, Tommy ­and I had played as children, he frequently pulling my hair and never thinking of what was to be.  As I gazed, I saw a figure come to the window and gaze fixedly at me.  It was he.

Hannah was in my room, making a list of six of everything which I needed, so I dared not call out.  But we exchanged gestures of afection and trust across the void, and with a beating heart I retired to bed.

Before I slept, however, I put to myself this question, but found no anser to it.  How can it be that two people of Diferent Sexes can know each other well, such as calling by first names and dancing together at dancing school, and going to the same dentist, and so on, and have no interest in each other except to have a partner at parties or make up a set at tennis?  And then nothing happens, but there is a diference, and they are always hoping to meet on the street or elsewhere, and although quareling sometimes when together, are not happy when apart!  How strange is Life!

Hannah staid in my room that evening, fussing about my not hanging up my garments when undressing.  As she has lived with us for a long time, and used to take me for walks when Mademoiselle had the toothache, which was often, because she hated to walk, she knows most of the Familey affairs, and is sometimes a nusance.

So, while I said my prayers, she looked in my Check Book.  I was furious, and snached it from her, but she had allready seen to much.

“Humph!” she said.  “Well, all I’ve got to say is this, Miss Bab.  You’ll last just twenty days at the rate you are going, and will have to go stark naked all year.”

At this indelacate speach I ordered her out of the room, but she only tucked the covers in and asked me if I had brushed my teeth.

“You know,” she said, “that you’ll be coming to me for money when you run out, Miss Bab, as you’ve always done, and expecting me to patch and mend and make over your old things, when I’ve got my hands full anyhow.  And you with a Fortune fritered away.”

“I wish to think, Hannah,” I said in a plaintive tone.  “Please go away.”

But she came and stood over me.

“Now you’re going to be a good girl this Summer and not give any trouble, aren’t you?” she asked.  “Because we’re upset enough as it is, and your poor mother most distracted, without you’re cutting loose as usual and driving everybody crazy.”

I sat up in bed, forgetful that the window was now open for the night, and that I was visable from the Gray’s in my robe de nuit.

“Whose distracted about what?” I asked.

But Hannah would say no more, and left me a pray to doubt and fear.

Alas, Hannah was right.  There was something wrong in the house.  Coming home as I had done, full of the joy of no rising bell or French grammar, or meat pie on Mondays from Sunday’s roast, I had noticed nothing.

I fear I am one who lives for the Day only, and as such I beleive that when people smile they are happy, forgetfull that to often a smile conceals an aching and tempestuous Void within.

Now I was to learn that the demon Strife had entered my domacile, there to make his ­or her ­home.  I do not agree with that poet, A. J. Ryan, date forgoten, who observed: 

     Better a day of strife
     Than a Century of sleep.

Although naturaly no one wishes to sleep for a Century, or even approxamately.

There was Strife in the house.  The first way I noticed it, aside from Hannah’s anonamous remark, was by observing that Leila was mopeing.  She acted very strangely, giving me a pair of pink hoze without more than a hint on my part, and not sending me out of the room when Carter Brooks came in to tea the next day.

I had staid at home, fearing that if I went out I should purchace some crepe de Chene combinations I had been craving in a window, and besides thinking it possable that Tom would drop in to renew our relations of yesterday, not remembering that there was a Ball Game.

Mother having gone out to the Country Club, I put my hair on top of my head, thus looking as adult as possable.  Taking a new detective story of Jane’s under my arm, I descended the staircase to the library.

Sis was there, curled up in a chair, knitting for the soldiers.  Having forgoten the Ball Game, as I have stated, I asked her, in case I had a caller, to go away, which, considering she has the house to herself all winter, I considered not to much.

“A caller!” she said.  “Since when have you been allowed to have callers?”

I looked at her steadily.

“I am young,” I observed, “and still in the school room, Leila.  I admit it, so don’t argue.  But as I have not taken the veil, and as this is not a Penitentary, I darsav I can see my friends now and anon, especialy when they live next door.”

“Oh!” she said.  “It’s the Gray infant, is it!”

This remark being purely spiteful, I ignored it and sat down to my book, which concerned the stealing of some famous Emerelds, the heroine being a girl detective who could shoot the cork out of a bottle at a great distance, and whose name was Barbara!

It was for that reason Jane had loaned me the book.

I had reached the place where the Duchess wore the Emerelds to a ball, above white satin and lillies, the girl detective being dressed as a man and driving her there, because the Duchess had been warned and hautily refused to wear the paste copies she had ­when Sis said, peavishly: 

“Why don’t you knit or do somthing useful, Bab?”

I do not mind being picked on by my parents or teachers, knowing it is for my own good.  But I draw the line at Leila.  So I replied: 

“Knit!  If that’s the scarf you were on at Christmas, and it looks like it, because there’s the crooked place you wouldn’t fix, let me tell you that since then I have made three socks, heals and all, and they are probably now on the feet of the Allies.”

“Three!” she said.  “Why three?”

“I had no more wool, and there are plenty of one-leged men anyhow.”

I would fane have returned to my book, dreaming between lines, as it were, of the Romanse which had come into my life the day before.  It is, I have learned, much more interesting to read a book when one has, or is, experiencing the Tender Passion at the time.  For during the love seens one can then fancy that the impasioned speaches are being made to oneself, by the object of one’s afection.  In short, one becomes, even if but a time, the Heroine.

But I was to have no privacy.

“Bab,” Sis said, in a more mild and fraternal tone, “I want you to do somthing for me.”

“Why don’t you go and get it yourself?” I said.  “Or ring for George?”

“I don’t want you to get anything.  I want you to go to father and mother for somthing.”

“I’d stand a fine chance to get it!” I said.  “Unless it’s Calomel or advice.”

Although not suspicous by nature, I now looked at her and saw why I had recieved the pink hoze.  It was not kindness.  It was bribery!

“It’s this,” she explained.  “The house we had last year at the seashore is emty and we can have it.  But mother won’t go.  She ­well, she won’t go.  They’re going to open the country house and stay there.”

A few days previously this would have been sad news for me, owing to not being allowed to go to the Country Club except in the mornings, and no chance to meet any new people, and no bathing save in the usual tub.  But now I thriled at the information, because the Grays have a place near the Club also.

For a moment I closed my eyes and saw myself, all in white and decked with flours, wandering through the meadows and on the links with a certain Person whose name I need not write, having allready related my feelings toward him.

I am older now by some weeks, older and sader and wiser.  For Tradgedy has crept into my life, so that somtimes I wonder if it is worth while to live on and suffer, especialy without an Allowence, and being again obliged to suplicate for the smallest things.

But I am being brave.  And, as Carter Brooks wrote me in a recent letter, acompanying a box of candy: 

“After all, Bab, you did your durndest.  And if they do not understand, I do, and I’m proud of you.  As for being `blited,’ as per your note to me, remember that I am, also.  Why not be blited together?”

This latter, of course, is not serious, as he is eight years older than I, and even fills in at middle-aged Dinners, being handsome and dressing well, although poor.

Sis’s remarks were interupted by the clamor of the door bell.  I placed a shaking hand over the Frat pin, beneath which my heart was beating only for him.  And waited.

What was my dispair to find it but Carter Brooks!

Now there had been a time when to have Carter Brooks sit beside me, as now, and treat me as fully out in Society, would have thriled me to the core.  But that day had gone.  I realized that he was not only to old, but to flirtatous.  He was one who would not look on a woman’s Love as precious, but as a plaything.

“Barbara,” he said to me.  “I do not beleive that Sister is glad to see me.”

“I don’t have to look at you,” Sis said, “I can knit.”

“Tell me, Barbara,” he said to me beseachingly, “am I as hard to look at as all that?”

“I rather like looking at you,” I rejoined with cander.  “Across the room.”

He said we were not as agréable as we might be, so he picked up a magazine and looked at the Automobile advertizments.

“I can’t aford a car,” he said.  “Don’t listen to me, either of you.  I’m only talking to myself.  But I like to read the ads.  Hello, here’s a snappy one for five hundred and fifty.  Let me see.  If I gave up a couple of Clubs, and smokeing, and flours to debutantes ­except Barbara, because I intend to buy every pozy in town when she comes out ­I might ­”

“Carter,” I said, “will you let me see that ad?”

Now the reason I had asked for it was this:  in the book the Girl Detective had a small but powerful car, and she could do anything with it, even going up the Court House steps once in it and interupting a trial at the criticle moment.

But I did not, at that time, expect to more than wish for such a vehical.  How pleasant, my heart said, to have a car holding to, and since there was to be no bathing, et cetera, and I was not allowed a horse in the country, except my old pony and the basket faetón, to ramble through the lanes with a choice Spirit, and talk about ourselves mostly, with a sprinkling of other subjects!

Five hundred and fifty from nine hundred and forty-five leaves three hundred and forty-five.  But I need few garments at school, wearing mostly unaforms of blue serge with one party frock for Friday nights and receptions to Lecturers and Members of the Board.  And besides, to own a machine would mean less carfare and no shoes to speak of, because of not walking.

Jane Raleigh came in about then and I took her upstairs and closed the door.

“Jane,” I said, “I want your advise.  And be honest, because it’s a serious matter.”

“If it’s Tommy Gray,” she said, in a contemptable manner, “don’t.”

How could I know, as revealed later, that Jane had gone on a Diet since yesterday, owing to a certain remark, and had had nothing but an apple all day?  I could not.  I therfore stared at her steadily and observed: 

“I shall never ask for advise in matters of the Heart.  There I draw the line.”

However, she had seen some caromels on my table, and suddenly burst into emotion.  I was worried, not knowing the trouble and fearing that Jane was in love with Tom.  It was a terrable thought, for which should I do?  Hold on to him and let her suffer, or remember our long years of intimacy and give him up to her?

Should I or should I not remove his Frat pin?

However, I was not called upon to renunciate anything.  In the midst of my dispair Jane asked for a Sandwitch and thus releived my mind.  I got her some cake and a bottle of cream from the pantrey and she became more normle.  She swore she had never cared for Tom, he being not her style, as she had never loved any one who had not black eyes.

“Nothing else matters, Bab,” she said, holding out the Sandwitch in a dramatic way.  “I see but his eyes.  If they are black, they go through me like a knife.”

“Blue eyes are true eyes,” I observed.

“There is somthing feirce about black eyes,” she said, finishing the cream.  “I feel this way.  One cannot tell what black eyes are thinking.  They are a mystery, and as such they atract me.  Almost all murderers have black eyes.”

“Jane!” I exclaimed.

“They mean passion,” she muzed.  “They are strong eyes.  Did you ever see a black-eyed man with glasses?  Never.  Bab, are you engaged to Tom?”

“Practicaly.”

I saw that she wished details, but I am not that sort.  I am not the kind to repeat what has been said to me in the emotion of Love.  I am one to bury sentament deep in my heart, and have therfore the reputation of being cold and indiferent.  But better that than having the Male Sex afraid to tell me how I effect them for fear of it being repeated to other girls, as some do.

“Of course it cannot be soon, if at all,” I said.  “He has three more years of College, and as you know, here they regard me as a child.”

“You have your own income.”

That reminded me of the reason for my having sought the privasy of my Chamber.  I said: 

“Jane, I am thinking of buying an automobile.  Not a Limousine, but somthing styleish and fast.  I must have Speed, if nothing else.”

She stopped eating a caromel and gave me a stunned look.

“What for?”

“For emergencies.”

“Then they disaprove of him?” she said, in a low, tence voice.

“They know but little, although what they suspect ­Jane,” I said, my bitterness bursting out, “what am I now?  Nothing.  A prisoner, or the equivalent of such, forbiden everything because I am to young!  My Soul hampered by being taken to the country where there is nothing to do, given a pony cart, although but 20 months younger than Leila, and not going to come out until she is married, or permanently engaged.”

“It is hard,” said Jane.  “Heart-breaking, Bab.”

We sat, in deep and speachless gloom.  At last Jane said: 

“Has she anyone in sight?”

“How do I know?  They keep me away at School all year.  I am but a stranger here, although I try hard to be otherwise.”

“Because we might help along, if there is anyone.  To get her married is your only hope, Bab.  They’re afraid of you.  That’s all.  You’re the tipe to atract Men, except your noze, and you could help that by pulling it.  My couzin did that, only she did it to much, and made it pointed.”

I looked in my mirror and sighed.  I have always desired an aristocratic noze, but a noze cannot be altered like teeth, unless broken and then generaly not improved.

“I have tried a shell hair pin at night, but it falls off when I go to sleep,” I said, in a despondant manner.

We sat for some time, eating caromels and thinking about Leila, because there was nothing to do with my noze, but Leila was diferent.

“Although,” Jane said, “you will never be able to live your own Life until she is gone, Bab.”

“There is Carter Brooks,” I suggested.  “But he is poor.  And anyhow she is not in Love with him.”

“Leila is not one to care about Love,” said Jane.  “That makes it eazier.”

“But whom?” I said.  “Whom, Jane?”

We thought and thought, but of course it was hard, for we knew none of those who filled my sister’s life, or sent her flours and so on.

At last I said: 

“There must be a way, Jane.  There must be.  And if not, I shall make one.  For I am desparate.  The mere thought of going back to school, when I am as old as at present and engaged also, is madening.”

But Jane held out a warning hand.

“Go slow, dearie,” she said, in a solemn tone.  “Do nothing rash.  Remember this, that she is your sister, and should be hapily married if at all.  Also she needs one with a strong hand to control her.  And such are not easy to find.  You must not ruin her Life.”

Considering the fatal truth of that, is it any wonder that, on contemplateing the events that folowed, I am ready to cry, with the great poet Hood:  1835-1874:  whose numerous works we studied during the spring term: 

     Alas, I have walked through life
     To heedless where I trod;
     Nay, helping to trampel my fellow worm,
     And fill the burial sod.

II

If I were to write down all the surging thoughts that filled my brain this would have to be a Novel instead of a Short Story.  And I am not one who beleives in beginning the life of Letters with a long work.  I think one should start with breif Romanse.  For is not Romanse itself but breif, the thing of an hour, at least to the Other Sex?

Women and girls, having no interest outside their hearts, such as baseball and hockey and earning saleries, are more likely to hug Romanse to their breasts, until it is finaly drowned in their tears.

I pass over the next few days, therfore, mearly stating that my affaire de COUER went on rapidly, and that Leila was sulkey and had no male visitors.  On the day after the Ball Game Tom took me for a walk, and in a corner of the park, he took my hand and held it for quite a while.  He said he had never been a hand-holder, but he guessed it was time to begin.  Also he remarked that my noze need not worry me, as it exactly suited my face and nature.

“How does it suit my nature?” I asked.

“It’s ­well, it’s cute.”

“I do not care about being cute, Tom,” I said ernestly.  “It is a word I despize.”

“Cute means kissible, Bab!” he said, in an ardent manner.

“I don’t beleive in kissing.”

“Well,” he observed, “there is kissing and kissing.”

But a nurse with a baby in a perambulater came along just then and nothing happened worth recording.  As soon as she had passed, however, I mentioned that kissing was all right if one was engaged, but not otherwise.  And he said: 

“But we are, aren’t we?”

Although understood before, it had now come in full force.  I, who had been but Barbara Archibald before, was now engaged.  Could it be I who heard my voice saying, in a low tone, the “yes” of Destiny?  It was!

We then went to the corner drug-store and had some soda, although forbiden by my Familey because of city water being used.  How strange to me to recall that I had once thought the Clerk nice-looking, and had even purchaced things there, such as soap and chocolate, in order to speak a few words to him!

I was engaged, dear Reader, but not yet kissed.  Tom came into our vestabule with me, and would doubtless have done so when no one was passing, but that George opened the door suddenly.

However, what difference, when we had all the rest of our Lives to kiss in?  Or so I then considered.

Carter Brooks came to dinner that night because his people were out of town, and I think he noticed that I looked mature and dignafied, for he stared at me a lot.  And father said: 

“Bab, you’re not eating.  Is it possable that that boarding school hollow of yours is filling up?”

One’s Familey is apt to translate one’s finest Emotions into terms of food and drink.  Yet could I say that it was my Heart and not my Stomache that was full?  I could not.

During dinner I looked at Leila and wondered how she could be married off.  For until so I would continue to be but a Child, and not allowed to be engaged or anything.  I thought if she would eat some starches it would help, she being pretty but thin.  I therfore urged her to eat potatos and so on, because of evening dress and showing her coller bones, but she was quite nasty.

“Eat your dinner,” she said in an unfraternal maner, “and stop watching me.  They’re my bones.”

“I have no intention of being criticle,” I said.  “And they are your bones, although not a matter to brag about.  But I was only thinking, if you were fater and had a permanant wave put in your hair, because one of the girls did and it hardly broke off at all.”

She then got up and flung down her napkin.

“Mother!” she said.  “Am I to stand this sort of thing indefinately?  Because if I am I shall go to France and scrub floors in a Hospitle.”

Well, I reflected, that would be almost as good as having her get married.  Besides being a good chance to marry over there, the unaform being becoming to most, especialy of Leila’s tipe.

That night, in the drawing room, while Sis sulked and father was out and mother was ofering the cook more money to go to the country, I said to Carter Brooks: 

“Why don’t you stop hanging round, and make her marry you?”

“I’d like to know what’s running about in that mad head of yours, Bab,” he said.  “Of course if you say so I’ll try, but don’t count to much on it.  I don’t beleive she’ll have me.  But why this unseemly haste?”

So I told him, and he understood perfectly, although I did not say that I had already plited my troth.

“Of course,” he said.  “If that fails there is another method of aranging things, although you may not care to have the Funeral Baked Meats set fourth to grace the Marriage Table.  If she refuses me, we might become engaged.  You and I.”

To proposals in one day.  Ye gods!

I was obliged therfore to tell him I was already engaged, and he looked very queer, especialy when I told him to whom it was.

“Pup!” he said, in a manner which I excused because of his natural feelings at being preceded.  “And of course this is the real thing?”

“I am not one to change easily, Carter” I said.  “When I give I give freely.  A thing like this, with me, is to Eternaty, and even beyond.”

He is usualy most polite, but he got up then and said: 

“Well, I’m dammed.”

He went away soon after, and left Sis and me to sit alone, not speaking, because when she is angry she will not speak to me for days at a time.  But I found a Magazine picture of a Duchess in a nurse’s dress and wearing a fringe, which is English for bangs, and put it on her dressing table.

I felt that this was subtile and would sink in.

The next day Jane came around early.

“There’s a sail on down town, Bab,” she said.  “Don’t you want to begin laying away underclothes for your TROUSEAU?  You can’t begin to soon, because it takes such a lot.”

I have no wish to reflect on Jane in this story.  She meant well.  But she knew I had decided to buy an automobile, saying nothing to the Familey until to late, when I had learned to drive it and it could not be returned.  Also she knew my Income, which was not princly although suficient.

But she urged me to take my Check Book and go to the sail.

Now, if I have a weakness, it is for fine under things, with ribbon of a pale pink and everything maching.  Although I spent but fifty-eight dollars and sixty-five cents on the TROUSEAU that day, I felt uneasy, especialy as, just afterwards, I saw in a window a costume for a woman chauffeur, belted lether coat and leggings, skirt and lether cap.

I gave a check for it also, and on going home hid my Check Book, as Hannah was always snooping around and watching how much I spent.  But luckaly we were packing for the country, and she did not find it.

During that evening I reflected about marrying Leila off, as the Familey was having a dinner and I was sent a tray to my Chamber, consisting of scrambeled eggs, baked potatos and junket, which considering that I was engaged and even then colecting my TROUSEAU, was to juvenile for words.

I decided this:  that Leila was my sister and therfore bound to me by ties of Blood and Relationship.  She must not be married to anyone, therfore, whom she did not love or at least respect.  I would not doom her to be unhappy.

Now I have a qualaty which is well known at school, and frequently used to obtain holadays and so on.  It may be Magnatism, it may be Will.  I have a very strong Will, having as a child had a way of lying on the floor and kicking my feet if thwarted.  In school, by fixing my eyes ridgidly on the teacher, I have been able to make her do as I wish, such as not calling on me when unprepared, et cetera.

Full well I know the danger of such a Power, unless used for good.

I now made up my mind to use this Will, or Magnatism, on Leila, she being unsuspicious at the time and thinking that the thought of Marriage was her own, and no one else’s.

Being still awake when the Familey came upstairs, I went into her room and experamented while she was taking down her hair.

“Well?” she said at last.  “You needn’t stare like that.  I can’t do my hair this way without a Swich.”

“I was merely thinking,” I said in a lofty tone.

“Then go and think in bed.”

“Does it or does it not concern you as to what I was thinking?” I demanded.

“It doesn’t greatly concern me,” she replied, wraping her hair around a kid curler, “but I darsay I know what it was.  It’s written all over you in letters a foot high.  You’d like me to get married and out of the way.”

I was exultent yet terrafied at this result of my Experament.  Already!  I said to my wildly beating heart.  And if thus in five minutes what in the entire summer?

On returning to my Chamber I spent a pleasant hour planing my maid-of-honor gown, which I considered might be blue to mach my eyes, with large pink hat and carrying pink flours.

The next morning father and I breakfasted alone, and I said to him: 

“In case of festivaty in the Familey, such as a Wedding, is my Allowence to cover clothes and so on for it?”

He put down his paper and searched me with a peircing glanse.  Although pleasant after ten A. M. he is not realy paternal in the early morning, and when Mademoiselle was still with us was quite hateful to her at times, asking her to be good enough not to jabber French at him untill evening when he felt stronger.

“Whose Wedding?” he said.

“Well,” I said.  “You’ve got to Daughters and we might as well look ahead.”

“I intend to have to Daughters,” he said, “for some time to come.  And while we’re on the subject, Bab, I’ve got somthing to say to you.  Don’t let that romantic head of yours get filled up with Sweethearts, because you are still a little girl, with all your airs.  If I find any boys mooning around here, I’ll ­I’ll shoot them.”

Ye gods!  How intracate my life was becoming!  I engaged and my masculine parent convercing in this homacidal manner!  I withdrew to my room and there, when Jane Raleigh came later, told her the terrable news.

“Only one thing is to be done, Jane,” I said, my voice shaking.  “Tom must be warned.”

“Call him up,” said Jane, “and tell him to keep away.”

But this I dare not do.

“Who knows, Jane,” I observed, in a forlorn manner, “but that the telephone is watched?  They must suspect.  But how?  How?”

Jane was indeed a fidus A CHATES.  She went out to the drug store and telephoned to Tom, being careful not to mention my name, because of the clerk at the soda fountain listening, saying merely to keep away from a Certain Person for a time as it was dangerous.  She then merely mentioned the word “revolver” as meaning nothing to the clerk but a great deal to Tom.  She also aranged a meeting in the Park at 3 P. M. as being the hour when father signed his mail before going to his Club to play bridge untill dinner.

Our meeting was a sad one.  How could it be otherwise, when to loving Hearts are forbiden to beat as one, or even to meet?  And when one or the other is constantly saying: 

“Turn your back.  There is some one I know coming!”

Or: 

“There’s the Peters’s nurse, and she’s the worst talker you ever heard of.”  And so on.

At one time Tom would have been allowed to take out their Roadster, but unfortunately he had been forbiden to do so, owing to having upset it while taking his Grandmother Gray for an airing, and was not to drive again until she could walk without cruches.

“Won’t your people let you take out a car?” he asked.  “Every girl ought to know how to drive, in case of war or the chauffeur leaving ­”

“ ­or taking a Grandmother for an airing!” I said coldly.  Because I did not care to be criticized when engaged only a few hours.

However, after we had parted with mutual Protestations, I felt the desire that every engaged person of the Femanine Sex always feels, to apear perfect to the one she is engaged to.  I therfore considered whether to ask Smith to teach me to drive one of our cars or to purchace one of my own, and be responsable to no one if muddy, or arrested for speeding, or any other Vicissatude.

On the next day Jane and I looked at automobiles, starting with ones I could not aford so as to clear the air, as Jane said.  At last we found one I could aford.  Also its lining matched my costume, being tan.  It was but six hundred dollars, having been more but turned in by a lady after three hundred miles because she was of the kind that never learns to drive but loses its head during an emergency and forgets how to stop, even though a Human Life be in its path.

The Salesman said that he could tell at a glanse that I was not that sort, being calm in danger and not likly to chase a chicken into a fense corner and murder it, as some do when excited.

Jane and I consulted, for buying a car is a serious matter and not to be done lightly, especialy when one has not consulted one’s Familey and knows not where to keep the car when purchaced.  It is not like a dog, which I have once or twice kept in a clandestine manner in the Garage, because of flees in the house.

“The trouble is,” Jane said, “that if you don’t take it some one will, and you will have to get one that costs more.”

True indeed, I reflected, with my Check Book in my hand.

Ah, would that some power had whispered in my ear “No.  By purchacing the above car you are endangering that which lies near to your Heart and Mind.  Be warned in time.”

But no sign came.  No warning hand was outstretched to put my Check Book back in my pocket book.  I wrote the Check and sealed my doom.

How weak is human nature!  It is terrable to remember the rapture of that moment, and compare it with my condition now, with no Allowence, with my faith gone and my heart in fragments.  And with, alas, another year of school.

As we were going to the country in but a few days, I aranged to leave my new Possesion, merely learning to drive it meanwhile, and having my first lesson the next day.

“Dearest,” Jane said as we left.  “I am thriled to the depths.  The way you do things is wonderfull.  You have no fear, none whatever.  With your father’s Revenge hanging over you, and to secrets, you are calm.  Perfectly calm.”

“I fear I am reckless, Jane,” I said, wistfully.  “I am not brave.  I am reckless, and also desparate.”

“You poor darling!” she said, in a broken voice.  “When I think of all you are suffering, and then see your smile, my Heart aches for you.”

We then went in and had some ice cream soda, which I paid for, Jane having nothing but a dollar, which she needed for a manacure.  I also bought a key ring for Tom, feeling that he should have somthing of mine, a token, in exchange for the Frat pin.

I shall pass over lightly the following week, during which the Familey was packing for the country and all the servants were in a bad humer.  In the mornings I took lessons driving the car, which I called the Arab, from the well-known song, which we have on the phonograph;

     From the Dessert I come to thee,
     On my Arab shod with fire.

The instructer had not heard the song, but he said it was a good name, because very likly no one else would think of having it.

“It sounds like a love song,” he observed.

“It is,” I replied, and gave him a steady glanse.  Because, if one realy loves, it is silly to deny it.

“Long ways to a Dessert, isn’t it?” he inquired.

“A Dessert may be a place, or it may be a thirsty and emty place in the Soul,” I replied.  “In my case it is Soul, not terratory.”

But I saw that he did not understand.

How few there are who realy understand!  How many of us, as I, stand thirsty in the market place, holding out a cup for a kind word or for some one who sees below the surface, and recieve nothing but indiference!

On Tuesday the Grays went to their country house, and Tom came over to say good-bye.  Jane had told him he could come, as the Familey would be out.

The thought of the coming seperation, although but for four days, caused me deep greif.  Although engaged for only a short time, already I felt how it feels to know that in the vicinaty is some one dearer than Life itself.  I felt I must speak to some one, so I observed to Hannah that I was most unhappy, but not to ask me why.  I was dressing at the time, and she was hooking me up.

“Unhappy!” she said, “with a thousand dollars a year, and naturaly curly hair!  You ought to be ashamed, Miss Bab.”

“What is money, or even hair?” I asked, “when one’s Heart aches?”

“I guess it’s your stomache and not your Heart,” she said.  “With all the candy you eat.  If you’d take a dose of magnezia to-night, Miss Bab, with some orange juice to take the taste away, you’d feel better right off.”

I fled from my chamber.

I have frequently wondered how it would feel to be going down a staircase, dressed in one’s best frock, low neck and no sleaves, to some loved one lurking below, preferably in evening clothes, although not necesarily so.  To move statuesqly and yet tenderly, apearing indiferent but inwardly seathing, while below pasionate eyes looked up as I floated down.

However, Tom had not put on evening dress, his clothes being all packed.  He was taking one of father’s cigars as I entered the library, and he looked very tall and adolesent, although thin.  He turned and seeing me, observed: 

“Great Scott, Bab!  Why the raiment?”

“For you,” I said in a low tone.

“Well, it makes a hit with me all right,” he said.

And came toward me.

When Jane Raleigh was first kissed by a member of the Other Sex, while in a hammick, she said she hated to be kissed until he did it, and then she liked it.  I at the time had considered Jane as flirtatous and as probably not hating it at all.  But now I knew she was right, for as I saw Tom coming toward me after laying fatther’s cigar on the piano, I felt that I could not bear it.

And this I must say, here and now.  I do not like kissing.  Even then, in that first embrase of to, I was worried because I could smell the varnish burning on the Piano.  I therfore permited but one salute on the cheek and no more before removing the cigar, which had burned a large spot.

“Look here,” he said, in a stern manner, “are we engaged or aren’t we?  Because I’d like to know.”

“If you are to demonstrative, no!” I replied, firmly.

“If you call that a kiss, I don’t.”

“It sounded like one,” I said.  “I suppose you know more than I do what is a kiss and what is not.  But I’ll tell you this ­there is no use keeping our amatory affairs to ourselves and then kissing so the Butler thinks the fire whistle is blowing.”

We then sat down, and I gave him the key ring, which he said was a dandy.  I then told him about getting Sis married and out of the way.  He thought it was a good idea.

“You’ll never have a chance as long as she’s around,” he observed, smoking father’s cigar at intervals.  “They’re afraid of you, and that’s flat.  It’s your Eyes.  That’s what got me, anyhow.”  He blue a smoke ring and sat back with his legs crossed.  “Funny, isn’t it?” he said.  “Here we are, snug as weavils in a cotton thing-un-a-gig, and only a week ago there was nothing between us but to brick walls.  Hot in here, don’t you think?”

“Only a week!” I said.  “Tom, I’ve somthing to tell you.  That is the nice part of being engaged ­to tell things that one would otherwise bury in one’s own Bosom.  I shall have no secrets from you from henceforward.”

So I told him about the car and how we could drive together in it, and no one would know it was mine, although I would tell the Familey later on, when to late to return it.  He said little, but looked at me and kept on smoking, and was not as excited as I had expected, although interested.

But in the midst of my Narative he rose quickly and observed: 

“Bab, I’m poizoned!”

I then perceived that he was pale and hagard.  I rose to my feet, and thinking it might be the cigar, I asked him if he would care for a peice of chocolate cake to take the taste away.  But to my greif he refused very snappishly and without a Farewell slamed out of the house, leaving his hat and so forth in the hall.

A bitter night ensued.  For I shall admit that terrable thoughts filled my mind, although how perpetrated I knew not.  Would those who loved me stoop to such depths as to poizon my afianced?  And if so, whom?

The very thought was sickning.

I told Jane the next morning, but she pretended to beleive that the cigar had been to strong for him, and that I should remember that, although very good-hearted, he was a mere child.  But, if poizon, she suggested Hannah.

That day, although unerved from anxiety, I took the Arab out alone, having only Jane with me.  Except that once I got into reverce instead of low geer, and broke a lamp on a Gentleman behind, I had little or no trouble, although having one or to narrow escapes owing to putting my foot on the gas throttle instead of the brake.

It was when being backed off the pavment by to Policemen and a man from a milk wagon, after one of the aforsaid mistakes, that I first saw he who was to bring such wrechedness to me.

Jane had got out to see how much milk we had spilt ­we had struck the milk wagon ­and I was getting out my check book, because the man was very nasty and insisted on having my name, when I first saw him.  He had stopped and was looking at the gutter, which was full of milk.  Then he looked at me.

“How much damages does he want?” he said in a respectful tone.

“Twenty dollars,” I replied, not considering it flirting to merely reply in this manner.

The Stranger then walked over to the milkman and said: 

“A very little spilt milk goes a long way.  Five dollars is plenty for that and you know it.”

“How about me getting a stitch in my chin, and having to pay for that?”

I beleive I have not said that the milk man was cut in the chin by a piece of a bottle.

“Ten, then,” said my friend in need.

When it was all over, and I had given two dollars to the old woman who had been in the milk wagon and was knocked out although only bruized, I went on, thinking no more about the Stranger, and almost running into my father, who did not see me.

That afternoon I realized that I must face the state of afairs, and I added up the Checks I had made out.  Ye gods!  Of all my Money there now remaind for the ensuing year but two hundred and twenty nine dollars and forty five cents.

I now realized that I had been extravagant, having spent so much in six days.  Although I did not regard the Arab as such, because of saving car fare and half soleing shoes.  Nor the TROUSEAU, as one must have clothing.  But facial masage and manacures and candy et cetera I felt had been wastefull.

At dinner that night mother said: 

“Bab, you must get yourself some thin frocks.  You have absolutely nothing.  And Hannah says you have bought nothing.  After all a thousand dollars is a thousand dollars.  You can have what you ought to have.  Don’t be to saving.”

“I have not the interest in clothes I once had, mother” I replied.  “If Leila will give me her old things I will use them.”

“Bab!” mother said, with a peircing glanse, “go upstairs and bring down your Check Book.”

I turned pale with fright, but father said: 

“No, my dear.  Suppose we let this thing work itself out.  It is Barbara’s money, and she must learn.”

That night, when I was in bed and trying to divide $229.45 by 12 months, father came in and sat down on the bed.

“There doesn’t happen to be anything you want to say to me, I suppose, Bab?” he inquired in a gentle tone.

Although not a weeping person, shedding but few tears even when punished in early years, his kind tone touched my Heart, and made me lachrymoze.  Such must always be the feelings of those who decieve.

But, although bent, I was not yet broken.  I therfore wept on in silence while father patted my back.

“Because,” he said, “while I am willing to wait until you are ready, when things begin to get to thick I want you to know that I’m around, the same as usual.”

He kissed the back of my neck, which was all that was visable, and went to the door.  From there he said, in a low tone: 

“And by the way, Bab, I think, since you bought me the Tie, it would be rather nice to get your mother somthing also.  How about it?  Violets, you know, or ­or somthing.”

Ye gods!  Violets at five dollars a hundred.  But I agreed.  I then sat up in bed and said: 

“Father, what would you say if you knew some one was decieving you?”

“Well,” he said, “I am an old Bird and hard to decieve.  A good many people think they can do it, however, and now and then some one gets away with it.”

I felt softened and repentent.  Had he but patted me once more, I would have told all.  But he was looking for a match for his cigar, and the opportunaty passed.

“Well,” he said, “close up that active brain of yours for the night, Bab, and here are to `don’ts’ to sleep on.  Don’t break your neck in ­in any way.  You’re a reckless young Lady.  And don’t elope with the first moony young idiot who wants to hold your hand.  There will quite likly be others.”

Others!  How heartless!  How cynical!  Were even those I love best to worldly to understand a monogamous Nature?

When he had gone out, I rose to hide my Check Book in the crown of an old hat, away from Hannah.  Then I went to the window and glansed out.  There was no moon, but the stars were there as usual, over the roof of that emty domacile next door, whence all life had fled to the neighborhood of the Country Club.

But a strange thing caught my eye and transfixed it.  There on the street, looking up at our house, now in the first throes of sleep, was the Stranger I had seen that afternoon when I had upset the milk wagon against the Park fense.

III

I shall now remove the Familey to the country, which is easier on paper than in the flesh, owing to having to take china, silver, bedding and edables.  Also porch furnature and so on.

Sis acted very queer while we were preparing.  She sat in her room and knited, and was not at home to Callers, although there were not many owing to summer and every one away.  When she would let me in, which was not often, as she said I made her head ache, I tried to turn her thoughts to marriage or to nursing at the War, which was for her own good, since she is of the kind who would never be happy leading a simple life, but should be married.

But alas for all my hopes.  She said, on the day before we left, while packing her jewel box: 

“You might just as well give up trying to get rid of me, Barbara.  Because I do not intend to marry any one.”

“Very well, Leila,” I said, in a cold tone.  “Of course it matters not to me, because I can be kept in school untill I am thirty, and never come out or have a good time, and no one will care.  But when you are an old woman and have not employed your natural function of having children to suport you in Age, don’t say I did not warn you.”

“Oh, you’ll come out all right,” she said, in a brutal manner.  “You’ll come out like a sky rocket.  You’d be as impossable to supress as a boil.”

Carter Brooks came around that afternoon and we played marbels in the drawing room with moth balls, as the rug was up.  It was while sitting on the floor eating some candy he had brought that I told him that there was no use hanging around, as Leila was not going to marry.  He took it bravely, and said that he saw nothing to do but to wait for some of the younger crowd to grow up, as the older ones had all refused him.

“By the way,” he said.  “I thought I saw you running a car the other day.  You were chasing a fox terier when I saw you, but I beleive the dog escaped.”

I looked at him and I saw that, although smiling, he was one who could be trusted, even to the Grave.

“Carter,” I said.  “It was I, although when you saw me I know not, as dogs are always getting in the way.”

I then told him about the pony cart, and the Allowence, and saving car fare.  Also that I felt that I should have some pleasure, even if sub Rosa, as the expression is.  But I told him also that I disliked decieving my dear parents, who had raised me from infancy and through meazles, whooping cough and shingles.

“Do you mean to say,” he said in an astounded voice, “that you have bought that car?”

“I have.  And paid for it.”

Being surprized he put a moth ball into his mouth, instead of a gum drop.

“Well,” he said, “you’ll have to tell them.  You can’t hide it in a closet, you know, or under the bed.”

“And let them take it away?  Never.”

My tone was firm, and he saw that I meant it, especialy when I explained that there would be nothing to do in the country, as mother and Sis would play golf all day, and I was not allowed at the Club, and that the Devil finds work for idle hands.

“But where in the name of good sense are you going to keep it?” he inquired, in a wild tone.

“I have been thinking about that,” I said.  “I may have to buy a portible Garage and have it set up somwhere.”

“Look here,” he said, “you give me a little time on this, will you?  I’m not naturaly a quick thinker, and somhow my brain won’t take it all in just yet.  I suppose there’s no use telling you not to worry, because you are not the worrying kind.”

How little he knew of me, after years of calls and conversation!

Just before he left he said:  “Bab, just a word of advise for you.  Pick your Husband, when the time comes, with care.  He ought to have the solidaty of an elephant and the mental agilaty of a flee.  But no imagination, or he’ll die a lunatic.”

The next day he telephoned and said that he had found a place for the car in the country, a shed on the Adams’ place, which was emty, as the Adams’s were at Lakewood.  So that was fixed.

Now my plan about the car was this:  Not to go on indefanitely decieving my parents, but to learn to drive the car as an expert.  Then, when they were about to say that I could not have one as I would kill myself in the first few hours, to say: 

“You wrong me.  I have bought a car, and driven it for ­days, and have killed no one, or injured any one beyond bruizes and one stitch.”

I would then disapear down the drive, returning shortly in the Arab, which, having been used ­days, could not be returned.

All would have gone as aranged had it not been for the fatal question of Money.

Owing to having run over some broken milk bottles on the ocasión I have spoken of, I was obliged to buy a new tire at thirty-five dollars.  I also had a bill of eleven dollars for gasoline, and a fine of ten dollars for speeding, which I paid at once for fear of a Notice being sent home.

This took fifty-six dollars more, and left me but $183.45 for the rest of the year, $15.28 a month to dress on and pay all expences.  To add to my troubles mother suddenly became very fussy about my clothing and insisted that I purchace a new suit, hat and so on, which cost one hundred dollars and left me on the verge of penury.

Is it surprizing that, becoming desparate, I seized at any straw, however intangable?

I paid a man five dollars to take the Arab to the country and put it in the aforsaid shed, afterwards hiding the key under a stone outside.  But, although needing relaxation and pleasure during those sad days, I did not at first take it out, as I felt that another tire would ruin me.

Besides, they had the Pony Cart brought every day, and I had to take it out, pretending enjoyment I could not feel, since acustomed to forty miles an hour and even more at times.

I at first invited Tom to drive with me in the Cart, thinking that merely to be together would be pleasure enough.  But at last I was compeled to face the truth.  Although protesting devotion until death, Tom did not care for the Cart, considering it juvenile for a college man, and also to small for his legs.

But at last he aranged a plan, which was to take the Cart as far as the shed, leave it there, and take out the car.  This we did frequently, and I taught Tom how to drive it.

I am not one to cry over spilt milk.  But I am one to confess when I have made a mistake.  I do not beleive in laying the blame on Providence when it belongs to the Other Sex, either.

It was on going down to the shed one morning and finding a lamp gone and another tire hanging in tatters that I learned the Truth.  He who should have guarded my interests with his very Life, including finances, had been taking the Arab out in the evenings when I was confined to the bosom of my Familey, and using up gasoline et cetera besides riding with whom I knew not.

Eighty-three dollars and 45 cents less thirty-five dollars for a tire and a bill for gasoline in the village of eight dollars left me, for the balance of the year, but $40.45 or $3.37 a month!  And still a lamp missing.

It was terrable.

I sat on the running board and would have shed tears had I not been to angry.

It was while sitting thus, and deciding to return the Frat pin as costing to much in gasoline and patients, that I percieved Tom coming down the road.  His hand was tied up in a bandige, and his whole apearance was of one who wishes to be forgiven.

Why, oh, why, must women of my Sex do all the forgiving?

He stood in the doorway so I could see the bandige and would be sorry for him.  But I apeared not to notice him.

“Well?” he said.

I was silent.

“Now look here,” he went on, “I’m darned lucky to be here and not dead, young lady.  And if you are going to make a fuss, I’m going away and join the Ambulance in France.”

“They’d better not let you drive a car if they care anything about it,” I said, coldly.

“That’s it!  Go to it!  Give me the Devil, of course.  Why should you care that I have a broken arm, or almost?”

“Well,” I said, in a cutting manner, “broken bones mend themselves and do not have to be taken to a Garage, where they charge by the hour and loaf most of the time.  May I ask, if not to much trouble to inform me, whom you took out in my car last night?  Because I’d like to send her your pin.  I’d go on wearing it, but it’s to expencive.”

“Oh, very well,” he said.  He then brought out my key ring, although unable to take the keys off because of having but one hand.  “If you’re as touchy as all that, and don’t care for the real story, I’m through.  That’s all.”

I then began to feel remorceful.  I am of a forgiving Nature naturaly and could not forget that but yesterday he had been tender and loving, and had let me drive almost half the time.  I therfore said: 

“If you can explain I will listen.  But be breif.  I am in no mood for words.”

Well, the long and short of it was that I was wrong, and should not have jumped to conclusions.  Because the Gray’s house had been robbed the night before, taking all the silver and Mr. Gray’s dress suit, as well as shirts and so on, and as their chauffeur had taken one of the maids out incognito and gone over a bank, returning at seven A. M. in a hired hack, there was no way to follow the theif.  So Tom had taken my car and would have caught him, having found Mr. Gray’s trowsers on a fense, although torn, but that he ran into a tree because of going very fast and skiding.

He would have gone through the wind-shield, but that it was down.

I was by that time mollafied and sorry I had been so angry, especialy as Tom said: 

“Father ofered a hundred dollars reward for his capture, and as you have been adviseing me to save money, I went after the hundred.”

At this thought, that my fiancee had endangered his hand and the rest of his person in order to acquire money for our ultamate marriage, my anger died.

I therfore submitted to an embrase, and washed the car, which was covered with mud, as Tom had but one hand and that holding a cigarette.

Now and then, Dear Reader, when not to much worried with finances, I look back and recall those halycon days when Love had its place in my life, filling it to the exclusion of even suficient food, and rendering me immune to the questions of my Familey, who wanted to know how I spent my time.

Oh, magic eyes of afection, which see the beloved object as containing all the virtues, including strong features and intellagence!  Oh, dear dead Dreams, when I saw myself going down the church isle in white satin and Dutchess lace!  O Témpora O Mores!  Farewell.

What would have happened, I wonder, if father had not discharged Smith that night for carrying passengers to the Club from the railway station in our car, charging them fifty cents each and scraching the varnish with golf clubs?

I know not.

But it gave me the idea that ultamately ruined my dearest hopes.  This was it.  If Smith could get fifty cents each for carrying passengers, why not I?  I was unknown to most, having been expatriated at School for several years.  But also there were to stations, one which the summer people used, and one which was used by the so-called locals.

I was desparate.  Money I must have, whether honestly or not, for mother had bought me some more things and sent me the bill.

“Because you will not do it yourself,” she said.  “And I cannot have it said that we neglect you, Barbara.”

The bill was ninety dollars!  Ye gods, were they determined to ruin me?

With me to think is to act.  I am always like that.  I always, alas, feel that the thing I have thought of is right, and there is no use arguing about it.  This is well known in my Institution of Learning, where I am called impetuus and even rash.

That night, my Familey being sunk in sweet slumber and untroubled by finances, I made a large card which said:  “For Hire.”  I had at first made it “For Higher,” but saw that this was wrong and corected it.  Although a natural speller, the best of us make mistakes.

I did not, the next day, confide in my betrothed, knowing that he would object to my earning Money in any way, unless perhaps in large amounts, such as the stock market, or, as at present, in Literature.  But being one to do as I make up my mind to, I took the car to the station, and in three hours made one dollar and a fifteen cent tip from the Gray’s butler, who did not know me as I wore large gogles.

I was now embarked on a Commercial Enterprize, and happier than for days.  Although having one or to narrow escapes, such as father getting off the train at my station instead of the other, but luckily getting a cinder in his eye and unable to see until I drove away quickly.  And one day Carter Brooks got off and found me changing a tire and very dusty and worried, because a new tube cost five dollars and so far I had made but six-fifteen.

I did not know he was there until he said: 

“Step back and let me do that, Bab.”

He was all dressed, but very firm.  So I let him and he looked terrible when finished.

“Now” he said at last, “jump in and take me somewhere near the Club.  And tell me how this happened.”

“I am a bankrupt, Carter,” I responded in a broken tone.  “I have sold my birthright for a mess of porridge.”

“Good heavens!” he said.  “You don’t mean you’ve spent the whole business?”

I then got my Check Book from the tool chest, and held it out to him.  Also the unpaid bills.  I had but $40.45 in the Bank and owed $90.00 for the things mother had bought.

“Everything has gone wrong,” I admitted.  “I love this car, but it is as much expence as a large familey and does not get better with age, as a familey does, which grows up and works or gets married.  And Leila is getting to be a Man-hater and acts very strange most of the time.”

Here I almost wept, and probably would have, had he not said: 

“Here!  Stop that, Or I ­” He stopped and then said:  “How about the engagement, Bab?  Is it a failure to?”

“We are still plited,” I said.  “Of course we do not agree about some things, but the time to fuss is now, I darsay, and not when to late, with perhaps a large familey and unable to seperate.”

“What sort of things?”

“Well,” I said, “he thinks that he ought to play around with other girls so no one will suspect, but he does not like it when I so much as sit in a hammick with a member of the Other Sex.”

“Bab,” he said in an ernest tone, “that, in twenty words, is the whole story of all the troubles between what you call the Sexes.  The only diference between Tommy Gray and me is that I would not want to play around with any one else if ­well, if engaged to anyone like you.  And I feel a lot like looking him up and giving him a good thrashing.”

He paid me fifty cents and a quarter tip, and offered, although poor, to lend me some Money.  But I refused.

“I have made my bed,” I said, “and I shall occupy it, Carter.  I can have no companion in misfortune.”

It was that night that another house near the Club was robed, and everything taken, including groceries and a case of champane.  The Summer People got together the next day at the Club and offered a reward of two hundred dollars, and engaged a night watchman with a motor-cycle, which I considered silly, as one could hear him coming when to miles off, and any how he spent most of the time taking the maids for rides, and broke an arm for one of them.

Jane spent the night with me, and being unable to sleep, owing to dieting again and having an emty stomache, wakened me at 2 A. M. and we went to the pantrey together.  When going back upstairs with some cake and canned pairs, we heard a door close below.  We both shreiked, and the Familey got up, but found no one except Leila, who could not sleep and was out getting some air.  They were very unpleasant, but as Jane observed, families have little or no gratitude.

I come now to the Stranger again.

On the next afternoon, while engaged in a few words with the station hackman, who said I was taking his trade although not needing the Money ­which was a thing he could not possably know ­while he had a familey and a horse to feed, I saw the Stranger of the milk wagon, et cetera, emerge from the one-thirty five.

He then looked at a piece of mauve note paper, and said: 

“How much to take me up the Greenfield Road?”

“Where to?” I asked in a pre-emptory manner.

He then looked at a piece of mauve note paper, and said: 

“To a big pine tree at the foot of Oak Hill.  Do you know the Place?”

Did I know the Place?  Had I not, as a child, rolled and even turned summersalts down that hill?  Was it not on my very ancestrial acres?  It was, indeed.

Although suspicous at once, because of no address but a pine tree, I said nothing, except merely: 

“Fifty cents.”

“Suppose we fix it like this,” he suggested.  “Fifty cents for the trip and another fifty for going away at once and not hanging around, and fifty more for forgetting me the moment you leave?”

I had until then worn my gogles, but removing them to wipe my face, he stared, and then said: 

“And another fifty for not running into anything, including milk wagons.”

I hesatated.  To dollars was to dollars, but I have always been honest, and above reproach.  But what if he was the Theif, and now about to survey my own Home with a view to entering it clandestinely?  Was I one to assist him under those circumstanses?

However, at that moment I remembered the Reward.  With that amount I could pay everything and start life over again, and even purchace a few things I needed.  For I was allready wearing my TROUSEAU, having been unable to get any plain every-day garments, and thus frequently obliged to change a tire in a crepe de Chine petticoat, et cetera.

I yeilded to the temptation.  How could I know that I was sewing my own destruction?

IV

Let us, dear reader, pass with brevaty over the next few days.  Even to write them is a repugnent task, for having set my hand to the Plow, I am not one to do things half way and then stop.

Every day the Stranger came and gave me to dollars and I took him to the back road on our place and left him there.  And every night, although weary unto death with washing the car, carrying people, changeing tires and picking nails out of the road which the hackman put there to make trouble, I but pretended to slumber, and instead sat up in the library and kept my terrable Vigil.  For now I knew that he had dishonest designs on the sacred interior of my home, and was but biding his time.

The house having been closed for a long time, there were mice everywhere, so that I sat on a table with my feet up.

I got so that I fell asleep almost anywhere but particularly at meals, and mother called in a doctor.  He said I needed exercise!  Ye gods!

Now I think this:  if I were going to rob a house, or comit any sort of Crime, I should do it and get it over, and not hang around for days making up my mind.  Besides keeping every one tence with anxiety.  It is like diving off a diving board for the first time.  The longer you stand there, the more afraid you get, and the farther (further?) it seems to the water.

At last, feeling I could stand no more, I said this to the Stranger as he was paying me.  He was so surprized that he dropped a quarter in the road, and did not pick it up.  I went back for it later but some one else had found it.

“Oh!” he said.  “And all this time I’ve been beleiving that you ­well, no matter.  So you think it’s a mistake to delay to long?”

“I think when one has somthing Right or Wrong to do, and that’s for your conscience to decide, it’s easier to do it quickly.”

“I see,” he said, in a thoughtfull manner.  “Well, perhaps you are right.  Although I’m afraid you’ve been getting one fifty cents you didn’t earn.”

“I have never hung around,” I retorted.  “And no Archibald is ever a sneak.”

“Archibald!” he said, getting very red.  “Why, then you are ­”

“It doesn’t matter who I am,” I said, and got into the car and went away very fast, because I saw I had made a dreadfull Slip and probably spoiled everything.  It was not untill I was putting the car up for the night that I saw I had gone off with his overcoat I hung it on a nail and getting my revolver from under a board, I went home, feeling that I had lost two hundred dollars, and all because of Familey pride.

How true that “pride goeth before a fall”!

I have not yet explained about the revolver.  I had bought it from the gardner, having promised him ten dollars for it, although not as yet paid for.  And I had meant to learn to be an expert, so that I could capture the Crimenal in question without assistance, thus securing all the reward.

But owing to nervousness the first day I had, while practicing in the chicken yard, hit the Gardner in the pocket and would have injured him severely had he not had his garden scizzors in his pocket.

He was very angry, and said he had a bruize the exact shape of the scizzors on him, so I had had to give him the ten plus five dollars more, which was all I had and left me stranded.

I went to my domacile that evening in low spirits, which were not improved by a conversation I had with Tom that night after the Familey had gone out to a Club dance.

He said that he did not like women and girls who did things.

“I like femanine girls,” he said.  “A fellow wants to be the Oak and feel the Vine clinging to him.”

“I am afectionate,” I said, “but not clinging.  I cannot change my Nature.”

“Just what do you mean by afectionate?” he asked, in a stern voice.  “Is it afectionate for you to sit over there and not even let me hold your hand?  If that’s afection, give me somthing else.”

Alas, it was but to true.  When away from me I thought of him tenderly, and of whether he was thinking of me.  But when with me I was diferent.  I could not account for this, and it troubled me.  Because I felt this way.  Romanse had come into my life, but suppose I was incapable of loving, although loved?

Why should I wish to be embrased, but become cold and fridgid when about to be?

“It’s come to a Show-down, Bab,” he said, ernestly.  “Either you love me or you don’t.  I’m darned if I know which.”

“Alas, I do not know” I said in a low and pitious voice.  I then buried my face in my hands, and tried to decide.  But when I looked up he was gone, and only the sad breese wailed around me.

I had expected that the Theif would take my hint and act that night, if not scared off by learning that I belonged to the object of his nefarius designs.  But he did not come, and I was wakened on the library table at 8 A. M. by George coming in to open the windows.

I was by that time looking pale and thin, and my father said to me that morning, ere departing for the office: 

“Haven’t anything you’d like to get off your chest, have you, Bab?”

I sighed deeply.

“Father,” I said, “do you think me cold?  Or lacking in afection?”

“Certainly not.”

“Or one who does not know her own mind?”

“Well,” he observed, “those who have a great deal of mind do not always know it all.  Just as you think you know it some new corner comes up that you didn’t suspect and upsets everything.”

“Am I femanine?” I then demanded, in an anxious manner.

“Femanine!  If you were any more so we couldn’t bare it.”

I then inquired if he prefered the clinging Vine or the independant tipe, which follows its head and not its instincts.  He said a man liked to be engaged to a clinging Vine, but that after marriage a Vine got to be a darned nusance and took everything while giving nothing, being the sort to prefer chicken croquets to steak and so on, and wearing a boudoir cap in bed in the mornings.

He then kissed me and said: 

“Just a word of advise, Bab, from a parent who is, of course, extremely old but has not forgoten his Youth entirely.  Don’t try to make yourself over for each new Admirer who comes along.  Be yourself.  If you want to do any making over, try it on the boys.  Most of them could stand it.”

That morning, after changing another tire and breaking three finger nails, I remembered the overcoat and, putting aside my scruples, went through the pockets.  Although containing no Burglar’s tools, I found a sketch of the lower floor of our house, with A cross outside one of the library windows!

I was for a time greatly excited, but calmed myself, since there was work to do.  I felt that, as I was to capture him unaided, I must make a Plan, which I did and which I shall tell of later on.

Alas, while thinking only of securing the Reward and of getting Sis married, so that I would be able to be engaged and enjoy it without worry as to Money, coming out and so on, my Ship of Love was in the hands of the wicked, and about to be utterly destroyed, or almost, the complete finish not coming untill later.  But

     ’Tis better to have loved and lost
     Than never to have loved at all.

This is the tradgic story.  Tom had gone to the station, feeling repentant probably, or perhaps wishing to drive the Arab, and finding me not yet there, had conversed with the hackman.  And that person, for whom I have nothing but contempt and scorn, had observed to him that every day I met a young gentleman at the three-thirty train and took him for a ride!

Could Mendasity do more?  Is it right that such a Creature, with his pockets full of nails and scandle, should vote, while intellagent women remain idle?  I think not.

When, therefore, I waved my hand to my fiancee, thus showing a forgiving disposition, I was met but with a cold bow.  I was heart-broken, but it is but to true that in our state of society the female must not make advanses, but must remain still, although suffering.  I therfore sat still and stared hautily at the water cap of my car, although seathing within, but without knowing the cause of our rupture.

The Stranger came.  I shrink in retrospect from calling him the Theif, although correct in one sense.  I saw Tom stareing at him banefully, but I took no notice, merely getting out and kicking the tires to see if air enough in them.  I then got in and drove away.

The Stranger looked excited, and did not mention the weather as customery.  But at last he said: 

“Somehow I gather, Little Sister, that you know a lot of things you do not talk about.”

“I do not care to be adressed as `Little Sister,’” I said in an icy tone.  “As for talking, I do not interfere with what is not my concern.”

“Good,” he observed.  “And I take it that, when you find an overcoat or any such garment, you do not exhibit it to the Familey, but put it away in some secluded nook.  Eh, what?”

“No one has seen it.  It is in the Car now, under that rug.”

He turned and looked at me intently.

“Do you know,” he observed, “my admiration for you is posatively beyond words!”

“Then don’t talk,” I said, feeling still anguished by Tom’s conduct and not caring much just then about the reward or any such mundane matters.

“But I must talk,” he replied.  “I have a little plan, which I darsay you have guest.  As a matter of fact, I have reasons to think it will fall in with ­er ­plans of your own.”

Ye gods!  Was I thus being asked to compound a felony?  Or did he not think I belonged to my own Familey, but to some other of the same name, and was therfore not suspicous.

“Here’s what I want,” he went on in a smooth manner.  “And there’s Twenty-five dollars in it for you.  I want this little car of yours tonight.”

Here I almost ran into a cow, but was luckaly saved, as a Jersey cow costs seventy-five dollars and even more, depending on how much milk given daily.  When back on the road again, having but bent a mud guard against a fense, I was calmer.

“How do I know you will bring it back?” I asked, stareing at him fixedly.

“Oh, now see here,” he said, straightening his necktie, “I may be a Theif, but I am not that kind of a Theif.  I play for big stakes or nothing.”

I then remembered that there was a large dinner that night and that mother would have her jewelery out from the safe deposit, and father’s pearl studs et cetera.  I turned pale, but he did not notice it, being busy counting out Twenty-five dollars in small bills.

I am one to think quickly, but with precicion.  So I said: 

“You can’t drive, can you?”

“I do drive, dear Little ­I beg your pardon.  And I think, with a lesson now, I could get along.  Now see here, Twenty-five dollars while you are asleep and therfore not gilty if I take your car from wherever you keep it.  I’ll leave it at the station and you’ll find it there in the morning.”

Is it surprizing that I agreed and that I took the filthy lucre?  No.  For I knew then that he would never get to the station, and the reward of two hundred, plus the Twenty-five, was already mine mentaly.

He learned to drive the Arab in but a short time, and I took him to the shed and showed him where I hid the key.  He said he had never heard before of a girl owning a Motor and her parents not knowing, and while we were talking there Tom Gray went by in the station hack and droped somthing in the road.

When I went out to look it was the key ring I had given him.

I knew then that all was over and that I was doomed to a single life, growing more and more meloncholy until Death releived my sufferings.  For I am of a proud nature, to proud to go to him and explain.  If he was one to judge me by apearances I was through.  But I ached.  Oh, how I ached!

The Theif did not go further that day, but returned to the station.  And I?  I was not idle, beleive me.  During the remainder of the day, although a broken thing, I experamented to find exactly how much gas it took to take the car from the station to our house.  As I could not go to the house I had to guess partly, but I have a good mind for estimations, and I found that two quarts would do it.

So he could come to the house or nearby, but he could not get away with his ill-gotten gains.  I therfore returned to my home and ate a nursery supper, and Hannah came in and said: 

“I’m about out of my mind, Miss Bab.  There’s trouble coming to this Familey, and it keeps on going to dinners and disregarding all hints.”

“What sort of trouble?”.  I asked, in a flutering voice.  For if she knew and told I would not recieve the reward, or not solely.

“I think you know,” she rejoined, in a suspicous tone.  “And that you should assist in such a thing, Miss Bab, is a great Surprize to me.  I have considered you flitey, but nothing more.”

She then slapped a cup custard down in front of me and went away, leaving me very nervous.  Did she know of the Theif, or was she merely refering to the car, which she might have guest from grease on my clothes, which would get there in spite of being carful, especialy when changing a tire?

Well, I have now come to the horrable events of that night, at writing which my pen almost refuses.  To have dreamed and hoped for a certain thing, and then by my own actions to frustrate it was to be my fate.

“Oh God! that one might read the book of fate!” Shakspeare.

As I felt that, when everything was over, the people would come in from the Club and the other country places to see the captured Crimenal, I put on one of the frocks which mother had ordered and charged to me on that Allowence which was by that time non EST. (Latin for dissapated.  I use dissapated in the sense of spent, and not debauchery.) By that time it was nine o’clock, and Tom had not come, nor even telephoned.  But I felt this way.  If he was going to be jealous it was better to know it now, rather than when to late and perhaps a number of offspring.

I sat on the Terrace and waited, knowing full well that it was to soon, but nervous anyhow.  I had before that locked all the library windows but the one with the X on the sketch, also putting a nail at the top so he could not open them and escape.  And I had the key of the library door and my trusty weapon under a cushion, loaded ­the weapon, of course, not the key.

I then sat down to my lonely Vigil.

At eleven P. M. I saw a sureptitious Figure coming across the lawn, and was for a moment alarmed, as he might be coming while the Familey and the jewels, and so on, were still at the Club.

But it was only Carter Brooks, who said he had invited himself to stay all night, and the Club was sickning, as all the old people were playing cards and the young ones were paired and he was an odd man.

He then sat down on the cushion with the revolver under it, and said: 

“Gee whiz!  Am I on the Cat?  Because if so it is dead.  It moves not.”

“It might be a Revolver,” I said, in a calm voice.  “There was one lying around somwhere.”

So he got up and observed:  “I have conscientous scruples against sitting on a poor, unprotected gun, Bab.”  He then picked it up and it went off, but did no harm except to put a hole in his hat which was on the floor.

“Now see here, Bab,” he observed, looking angry, because it was a new one ­the hat.  “I know you, and I strongly suspect you put that Gun there.  And no blue eyes and white frock will make me think otherwise.  And if so, why?”

“I am alone a good deal, Carter,” I said, in a wistfull manner, “as my natural protecters are usualy enjoying the flesh pots of Egypt.  So it is natural that I should wish to be at least fortified against trouble.”

He then put the revolver in his pocket, and remarked that he was all the protecter I needed, and that the flesh pots only seemed desirable because I was not yet out.  But that once out I would find them full of indigestion, headaches, and heartburn.

“This being grown-up is a sort of Promised Land,” he said, “and it is always just over the edge of the World.  You’ll never be as nice again, Bab, as you are just now.  And because you are still a little girl, although `plited,’ I am going to kiss the tip of your ear, which even the lady who ansers letters in the newspapers could not object to, and send you up to bed.”

So he bent over and kissed the tip of my ear, which I considered not a sentamental spot and therfore not to be fussy about.  And I had to pretend to go up to my chamber.

I was in a state of great trepidation as I entered my Residense, because how was I to capture my prey unless armed to the teeth?  Little did Carter Brooks think that he carried in his pocket, not a Revolver or at least not merely, but my entire future.

However, I am not one to give up, and beyond a few tears of weakness, I did not give way.  In a half hour or so I heard Carter Brooks asking George for a whisky and soda and a suit of father’s pajamas, and I knew that, ere long, he would be

     In pleasing Dreams and slumbers light. 
      ­Scott.

Would or would he not bolt his door?  On this hung, in the Biblical phraze, all the law and the profits.

He did not.  Crouching in my Chamber I saw the light over his transom become blackness, and soon after, on opening his door and speaking his name softly, there was no response.  I therfore went in and took my Revolver from his bureau, but there was somthing wrong with the spring and it went off.  It broke nothing, and as for Hannah saying it nearly killed her, this is not true.  It went into her mattress and wakened her, but nothing more.

Carter wakened up and yelled, but I went out into the hall and said: 

“I have taken my Revolver, which belongs to me anyhow.  And don’t dare to come out, because you are not dressed.”

I then went into my chamber and closed the door firmly, because the servants were coming down screaming and Hannah was yelling that she was shot.  I explained through the door that nothing was wrong, and that I would give them a dollar each to go back to bed and not alarm my dear parents.  Which they promised.

It was then midnight, and soon after my Familey returned and went to bed.  I then went downstairs and put on a dark coat because of not wishing to be seen, and a cap of father’s, wishing to apear as masculine as possable, and went outside, carrying my weapon, and being careful not to shoot it, as the spring seemed very loose.  I felt lonely, but not terrafied, as I would have been had I not known the Theif personaly and felt that he was not of a violent tipe.

It was a dark night, and I sat down on the verandah outside the fatal window, which is a French one to the floor, and waited.  But suddenly my heart almost stopped.  Some one was moving about inside!

I had not thought of an acomplice, yet such there must be.  For I could hear, on the hill, the noise of my automobile, which is not good on grades and has to climb in a low geer.  How terrable, to, to think of us as betrayed by one of our own Ménage!

It was indeed a cricis.

However, by getting in through a pantrey window, which I had done since a child for cake and so on, I entered the hall and was able, without a sound, to close and lock the library door.  In this way, owing to nails in the windows, I thus had the Gilty Member of our Ménage so that only the one window remained, and I now returned to the outside and covered it with a steady aim.

What was my horror to see a bag thrust out through this window and set down by the unknown within!

Dear reader, have you ever stood by and seen a home you loved looted, despoiled and deprived of even the egg spoons, silver after-dinner coffee cups, jewels and toilet articals?  If not, you cannot comprehand my greif and stern resolve to recover them, at whatever cost.

I by now cared little for the Reward but everything for honor.

The second Theif was now aproaching.  I sank behind a steamer chair and waited.

Need I say here that I meant to kill no one?  Have I not, in every page, shown that I am one for peace and have no desire for bloodshed?  I think I have.  Yet, when the Theif apeared on the verandah and turned a pocket flash on the leather bag, which I percieved was one belonging to the Familey, I felt indeed like shooting him, although not in a fatal spot.

He then entered the room and spoke in a low tone.

The reward was mine.

I but slipped to the window and closed it from the outside, at the same time putting in a nail as mentioned before, so that it could not be raised, and then, raising my revolver in the air, I fired the remaining four bullets, forgeting the roof of the verandah which now has four holes in it.

Can I go on?  Have I the strength to finish?  Can I tell how the Theif cursed and tried to raise the window, and how every one came downstairs in their night clothes and broke in the library door, while carrying pokers, and knives, et cetera.  And how, when they had met with no violence but only sulkey silence, and turned on the lights, there was Leila dressed ready to elope, and the Theif had his arms around her, and she was weeping?  Because he was poor, although of good familey, and lived in another city, where he was a broker, my familey had objected to him.  Had I but been taken into Leila’s confidence, which he considered I had, or at least that I understood, how I would have helped, instead of thwarting!  If any parents or older sisters read this, let them see how wrong it is to leave any member of the familey in the dark, especialy in affaires de COUER.

Having seen from the verandah window that I had comitted an enor, and unable to bear any more, I crawled in the pantrey window again and went up stairs to my Chamber.  There I undressed and having hid my weapon, pretended to be asleep.

Some time later I heard my father open the door and look in.

“Bab!” he said, in a stealthy tone.

I then pretended to wake up, and he came in and turned on a light.

“I suppose you’ve been asleep all night,” he said, looking at me with a searching glanse.

“Not lately,” I said.  “I ­wasn’t there a Noise or somthing?”

“There was,” he said.  “Quite a racket.  You’re a sound sleeper.  Well, turn over and settle down.  I don’t want my little girl to lose her Beauty Sleep.”

He then went over to the lamp and said: 

“By the way, Bab, I don’t mind you’re sleeping in my golf cap, but put it back in the morning because I hate to have to hunt my things all over the place.”

I had forgoten to take off his cap!

Ah, well, it was all over, although he said nothing more, and went out.  But the next morning, after a terrable night, when I realized that Leila had been about to get married and I had ruined everything, I found a note from him under my door.

Dear Bab:  After thinking things over, I think you and I would better say nothing about last night’s mystery.  But suppose you bring your car to meet me tonight at the station, and we will take a ride, avoiding milk wagons if possible.  You might bring your check book, too, and the revolver, which we had better bury in some quiet spot.  Father.

P. S. I have mentioned to your mother that I am thinking of buying you a small car.  Verbum sap.

The next day my mother took me calling, because if the Servants were talking it was best to put up a bold front, and pretend that nothing had happened except a Burglar alarm and no Burglar.  We went to Gray’s and Tom’s grandmother was there, without her cruches.

During the evening I dressed in a pink frock, with roses, and listened for a car, because I knew Tom was now allowed to drive again.  I felt very kind and forgiving, because father had said I was to bring the car to our garage and he would buy gasoline and so on, although paying no old bills, because I would have to work out my own Salvation, but buying my revolver at what I paid for it.

But Tom did not come.  This I could not beleive at first, because such conduct is very young and imature, and to much like fighting at dancing school because of not keeping step and so on.

At last, Dear Reader, I heard a machine coming, and I went to the entrance to our drive, sliding in the shrubery to surprize him.  I did not tremble as previously, because I had learned that he was but human, though I had once considered otherwise, but I was willing to forget.

     How happy is the blameless Vestal’s lot! 
     The World forgeting, by the World forgot. 
     Pope.

However, the car did not turn into our drive, but went on.  And in it were Tom, and that one who I had considered until that time my best and most intimité friend, Jane Raleigh.

Sans fiancee, Sans friend, Sans reward and Sans Allowence, I turned and went back to my father, who was on the verandah and was now, with my mother and sister, all that I had left in the World.

And my father said:  “Well, here I am, around as usual.  Do you feel to grown-up to sit on my knee?”

I did not.