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GENTLEMAN ROGER’S GIRL, than to hear them play. Wops were fair game, anyhow, Meanwhile Hal shrugged expressively and spread eut his hands. “T notta know bout da license,” he said. A surprising torrent of abuse was launched on their heads. Celesta was be- wildered. A dark flush rose under the wal- nut stain on Hal’s cheeks, and he was hard put to it to keep back a hot rejoinder in good Anglo-Saxon. Only the imploring touch of Celesta’s fingers on his arm re- strained him. “You damn dago! Think you can come over here and do what you like, don’t yeh? I'll teach you respect for the law! We don’t want you over here, anyhow. Didn’t know you hadda have a license! G’wan! You wasn’t born yestiddy! Why don’t you do a man’s work?” Hal finally managed to make himself heard. ‘I jussa come here.” ‘““ Where d’ja come from?” “* Glassboro.” “Didn’t you have to have a license there?” “No, sir.” 721 “You lie!” “Where I get da license, please?” “City Hall’s closed for the day, and you know it!” “I playa no more to-day. To-morrow I getta da license.” The officer laughed. “ Think you can get by with that? You ceme along with me.” : Hal’s heart contracted. “ Alla right! Alla right!” he said propitiatingly. ‘“ You letta her go. I playa da mus’. She don’ do nottin’.” “She took the money in. I seen her. You come along, too, sister.” They set off down the street. Hal tasted despair. Celesta trudged beside him, pull- ing at her strap and keeping her head down. An ever increasing crowd followed, pushing ahead to get a look back at them, staring, staring, staring, like imbeciles. Hal burned with an intolerable humilia- tion, not for himself, but for her. He fore- saw worse to come. How could they main- tain their assumed characters throughout police court proceedings? There would be an interpreter in the court room. TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK. U U U U LITTLE MISS APRIL ISS APRIL comes a-laughing, A-dancing through the town, Gayly trimmed with icicles Her filmy-green-lace gown. She coaxes in the forest, She whispers in the lane, And all the greening leaf-buds Are whispering back again. She paints them all with sunshine, She powders them with snow, And then she falls a-laughing, A mocking “ Ho! Ho! Ho!” Oh, merry is her laughter, And wondrous sweet to see— If this be mocking laughter, Then give me mockery! 6A Charlotte W. Thurston. COMMICGLOOokKs (C@