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we were then playing rather than perpetrate that begin with a failure, but by judicious night. I proposed

, use of the Chilean contract and my that we play five most fluent Portuguese I got the pre- nights at $250 a fect himself to offer us sixty per cent., night. The youthand having asked and been refused ful manager the privilege of charging to his expense smoked half a cigthe cost of our transportation from arette pensively, São Paulo, just in order not to appear remarked that if I too eager, I agreed. I drew up dupli- had only come be

I cate contracts on the spot, left a rea- fore the war he sonable amount of advertising matter, would readily have and still had time to snatch a lunch consented, but that before catching the next train north- now it was imposward. Yet there are men who believe sible. I sprang the incredible Chilean that business cannot be done in a hurry contract. No, he would only split in South America!

even; there we stuck for some time. It was mid-afternoon when I reached But the manager was adaptable, and Campinas in its lap of rolling hills, we finally agreed that I should get and the siesta-hour was not yet over. sixty per cent. of the gross receipts I took a tigre, a two-wheeled hack, to during our sections.

a the center of town, and having in- It took me all the evening to draw stalled myself in a big, bare front room up the contracts with the rink, write of the principal hotel, with the custom- the contents of them in English for ary black - beans-and-rice Brazilian “Tut” and in Portuguese for Carlos, diet, began my professional inquiries and detail to the manager our several at once. The rink was a great barn of advertising schemes; but I went to a place, and in the course of an hour bed at last as highly satisfied with I coaxed some of the negro boys at myself as it is well for frail humanity tached to it to hunt up and rout out to be. the manager. He was a plain, businesslike young fellow with almost American ideas of advertising and In the best room available of the management, in which he was given best hotel of São Carlos I could scarcely carte blanche by the wealthy owner, turn around without barking my shins, and we were soon engaged in the pre- and the window opened so directly on liminary matching of wits. I drew the sidewalk that the shoulder of every out clippings, old programs, articles passer-by seemed to jostle me. The on the Kinetophone from American, weather was as volatile as a Brazilian, Brazilian, and Spanish-American pa- with heavy downpours for ten minutes pers as they were needed to clinch my alternating with ten minutes of sunarguments, and as he grew interested, shine. I waded down into the valley we sat down at a table on the gloomy, through wide streets reeking in bloodunlighted stage, where a Portuguese red mud and up to the Theatro São company was mumbling and ranting Carlos, the manager-owner of which through the “comedy" they were to I at length unearthed, despite the

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prevarications of his negro servants, and dale with never the slightest break in an office over the garage. I had

I had in alinement, ran the rows. Down in his name signed to duplicate contracts the hollow of each fazenda there were when he remarked casually:

long rows of whitewashed huts with “Of course Edison himself comes dull-red tile roofs, all run together into with the show? Our people will be as one or two buildings, sometimes with anxious to see him as to get acquainted a church attached. The soil was red, with his new invention, of which I that ubiquitous red which is tracked have heard such splendid reports." along the sidewalks and into every "Why-er-it may be, perhaps, that shop and dwelling, until the whole

he will not be able to get here," I town, the children that play in it, and stammered. “You see, he has several the men that work in it take on a little things on hand; besides, he is pinkish hue. a married man and—and—

On beyond Riberão Preto we How excellent my Portuguese and steamed for hours out of the vast cofmy winning salesman manner had fee-lined basin on the train which left become was proved by the fact that at dawn and took all day to get to the in the end I did not have to abro- next town of any size. Coffee-fields gate the contract for two days at the at length gave way to brush-covered Theatro São Carlos.

campo and scattered grazing cattle, the I traveled on northward. Con- train winding in great curves around tracts for the various towns of São slight hills like water seeking an outlet, Paulo were in my pocket, and the or a lost person wholly undecided Kinetophone was booked for several which way to go. Early in the afterweeks ahead. Soon we were com- noon we crossed the Rio Grande into pletely surrounded by coffee-bushes, the State of Minas Geraes. Here we which actually brushed the sides of the passed one station 3400 feet high, and train and stretched away unbrokenly all but shook ourselves and the cars to into the dense blue horizon for mile pieces as we rattled down again into after swift mile. Endless and straight

Endless and straight Uberaba, 2500 feet high, just as the and unerring as the files of a well- day was escaping over beyond the trained army, up and down over hill mountains.


The Crystal Heart
By Phyllis Bottome, Author of "The Dark Tower,etc.

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Drawings by NORMAN PRICE

SYNOPSIS OF CHAPTERS I-VIII. From the beginning Joy Featherstone smiled unexactingly at a universe that she loved. She was nine when Rosemary, last of a large family, was born, and Joy knew she could never love anything so much again, not Maude, her companion sister, or Nicolas Pennant, who loved her better than any one else, despite Maude's desire for first place in his affections. Rosemary developed a rare and incurable wasting disease, and the long task of caring for her lay chiefly in Joy's devoted hands. She gave herself completely to fighting the child's unbearable pain, and after her death, she refused to marry Nicolas because of her horror at the thought of having a child who might suffer as Rosemary suffered. Nicolas thinks her horror is for him as a lover, and while Joy visits his married sister Julia, he allows himself to become engaged to Maude. Julia, to whom Joy has confessed her vanishing fear, writes him an explanation, but Joy and Nicolas agree on the impossibility of hurting Maude.


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that he would go through the ordeal as

if he were willing, if he considered it and Featherstone circles usually went necessary to go through it at all. off well. They were considered sacred There was something about Nicolas's and put before everything else. No will as compulsory as a prison wall one altered a plan lightly, and no one within which he condemned himself dreamed of letting a feeling interfere to solitary confinement. with an arrangement. People could Joy worked up to the last moment feel as they liked, provided that they of the wedding, and mercifully through behaved as they were expected to everything except the actual service. behave.

She had to remember lists of things Maude made an excellent bride; it which still needed the holding towas almost a pity that so much brisk gether of a careful eye. She dressed competence should be confined to one the bride and stood behind her at the occasion, but there was nothing in the altar. There were four bridesmaids, robust appearance of Nicolas which but Joy was the maid of honor. She promised to provide her with a further could see Nicolas's unchanging face opportunity.

and steady eye whenever she looked Nicolas stood up to his wedding as up. He stood like a figure carved out he would have stood up to be shot. of stone, and even when she could not No one could have told whether he see him, she knew how he looked. was willing to be either married or They went through the whole long, shot, but they could be perfectly sure old-fashioned service, and several hymns sung with penetrating ardor by bride Maude looked. I thought you 'd their two village choirs. Everything have the sense to go home and stop it. was perfectly in order. The bride and When I found you had n't, I wrote to bridegroom were told quite clearly Nicolas,—I dare say you won't thank what was expected of them, and about me, and it appears to have been as

useful as most attempts to put crooked the whole transaction there was that

things straight; but I can't bear to see a particular blend of violent idealism

thing that can be helped forced into a and hard common sense which is so

stage where it can't. often found when the laws of God and

Don't worry about them, though; man are expected to conform to one

they 'll probably come out all right in another.

the end, and hardly know it if they Joy was a devout churchwoman, don't. They have n't got any illusions but it just flashed through her mind as to trip them up. she listened to the stately homily pro

It 's you I mind about. Not that I nounced by the vicar that something think you really cared, but it 's dreadful or other, she did n't quite know what,

to begin to care and to be left with that

particular feeling on your hands. escaped. A few weeks after the wedding,

Try not to be left long. I dare say

you think it matters dreadfully whom while Nicolas and Maude were still

you marry, but I don't think it does enjoying their honeymoon (they had nearly as much as one imagines, prodecided to spend it upon the golf vided the man is straight. course at St. Andrews'), Joy received Don't be too romantic; take my word a startling letter from Julia.

for it, it does n't pay. An accident had happened to her The twins are getting on splendidly. which did n't seem very clear even They roar like the bulls of Bashan, and after Julia had rather elaborately ex

spend all their time waxing fat and plained it. She had gone up, she


Yours ever, wrote, to the roof to have a look at a

JULIA. choked drain-pipe, and, slipping on a

It really does n't pay being too dead leaf, had fallen forty feet to the romantic. ground. She ought, she supposed, to have been killed; but she was n't in This was an odd letter to receive the least dead, and, barring rather a from Julia Pennant, who was the hapbadly broken leg, none the worse for piest woman in the world. It puzher fall. But would Joy care to come zled Joy so much that she gave it to and look after her household for her her mother to read. until she could get about again? She Mrs. Featherstone was apparently knew it was rather a tall order, but the even more struck by it than Joy had servants were good and already de- been.

been. She read it through twice, and voted to Joy, and she could n't trust then asked rather irrelevantly: any one else. Still, Joy must not come "What do you think of Owen Ranif she would rather not, if for any rea

some, Joy?" son she would rather not. Julia under- Joy said at once that he was the lined this statement. She added: most entertaining and sympathetic I know all about the wedding. person she had ever met.

He was Please don't tell me how beautiful a full of kindness and tact. It was a

P. S.

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pity he did n't lead a life that was comes extremely easily. There seems more worth while; but he was ex- to me no good reason why he should tremely rich, and often went to Lon- not be fond of his twins.” don or even to Paris and Antwerp for Joy looked a little uncomfortable. meetings on international finance. She could not quite give her reasons Still, most of his life was taken up for thinking Owen good, but she knew with amusements; however, even the she thought him good. Sometimes amusements were perhaps part of the she was a little less sure about Julia, upkeep of a business career. Joy Julia had so manifestly changed. It

. did n't know much about business, but really did seem sometimes to Joy that whatever she knew about Owen Ran- Julia had become a little worldly. She some was to his credit, and she liked to hoped her mother would not ask her praise him.

any very direct question about Julia; Mrs. Featherstone listened to her but Mrs. Featherstone seemed to confor some time in silence, then she said: nect the two subjects in some mysteri

“People lead the kind of lives they ous way, for she said after a pause: are, unless they are quite abominably “I knew Julia Pennant very well, weak, when they are led by other and I always liked her very much. I people. Good people lead lives that do not like that letter at all. Parare worth while. If they do not, I do ticularly I dislike her reference to not think they can be good.”

Nicolas. Nicolas is married now. “But I know Owen is good," said There is nothing more that can be Joy, doubtfully.

conveniently said about him. Don't "You mean you know he is pleas- look so distressed, child. I do not ant,” corrected Mrs. Featherstone. blame you in any way. You have bePeople can afford to be pleasant haved very well, but I hesitate to give without any very high moral stan- my consent to your returning to the dard."

house of any one who can write in such "He's fond of his twins," said Joy, a hard and flippant spirit. protestingly.

"It is an unreserved letter, too, and “They 're nice, healthy children," I never knew Julia Pennant unreobserved Mrs. Featherstone, "and he served when she quite obviously is a rich man to whom fatherhood should not be. Marriage has dete

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