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And of the adventure in France, Graham learned much Philip Desten's luck had been to die when the wheel of his fortune had turned over and down Ernestine and Lute, little tots, had been easy enough for Desten's sisters to e But Paula, who had fallen to Mrs Tully, had been the probleland," Mrs Tully insisted, "the solidest of creatures as to honor and rectitude, dependableness and faithfulness As a girl she really couldn't bring herself to lie, except to save others In which case all her New England ancestry took flight and she would lie as nificently as her father before her And he had the sahter, the sahtsome and blithe in her, was debonaire in hi that, their bitterest en Contact with hi a wo at windmills I don't know that she has an enemy in the world All love her, unless, it may well be, there are cat-women who envy her her nice husband"

And as Grahah the openfro arcades, and there was that ever-haunting thrill in her voice that he could not escape rehter, and Mrs Tully beahs Philip Desten," she inal Frenchht into Penobscot, dressed in hoh invariably h did the sa"

"Paula had always been passionately fond of irl she could be traced around the house and grounds by the trail she left behind her of ies and shapes, made in whatever medium she chanced upon--drawn on scraps of paper, scratched on bits of wood, , and everything loved her," said Mrs Tully "She was never timid of animals And yet she always stood in awe of them; but she was born sense-struck, and her aas beauty-awe Yes, she was an incorrigible hero-worshiper, whether the person was row that beauty--awe of anything she loves, whether it is a grand piano, a great painting, a beautiful mare, or a bit of landscape