. The Saturday evening post. AXLE S THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 97 :eb of tme bum (Continued from Page 25) She had left San Francisco without see-ing him again. He must have known had hinted that he would never for-give the slight. Was Anna growing to fearthis little man whose influence could reachapparently from Tokio tojWashington, fromWashington to the remotest corner of Cal-ifornia? In Zudies face, too, she read the pictureof distress. Her little sisters eyes wereunusually serious as she walked alone bythe river or sat in the shadows of theveranda reading to Nan
. The Saturday evening post. AXLE S THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 97 :eb of tme bum (Continued from Page 25) She had left San Francisco without see-ing him again. He must have known had hinted that he would never for-give the slight. Was Anna growing to fearthis little man whose influence could reachapparently from Tokio tojWashington, fromWashington to the remotest corner of Cal-ifornia? In Zudies face, too, she read the pictureof distress. Her little sisters eyes wereunusually serious as she walked alone bythe river or sat in the shadows of theveranda reading to Nan and Kipps. Annasfate was to stand alone, she now felt. DuneLeacy had deserted her, to all capable person was absent from theBly porch, and his absence was felt. Quiteevidently Annas presence at Tazumisparty had settled something in Leacysprejudiced mind. Sometimes Anna thought she could seehis shining roadster dashing rapidly alongthe road through Bly. She hated herselffor the wish that it would pause at thew
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