hould ever be contested in the courts, Miss Ladd decided to
take a hand and do what she could to pacify the young heir who had
suddenly been transformed into a veritable wildcat. She had no doubt
that there was good cause in his past experience for the development of
such character in him, but expediency demanded that it be checked at
once.

"Here, let me take him," Miss Ladd urged as she laid her hands on his
shoulders and attempted to draw him away. A few gentle words and an
exhibition of a kind persuasiveness of manner brought success. She drew
the lad back some distance and tried to reason with him, whereupon he
burst into convulsive sobbing.

His sobs were not a new expression of an outburst of passion. Miss Ladd
was certain of this. Little Glen was weeping not because anger "opened
the floodgates of his soul," but because of some picture of dread in his
past experience which he feared would be repeated in the future.

But Addie Graham was not equal to the occasion. The veneer of gentleness
that she had put on could not withstand the deep-seated spitefulness of
her nature, and as she observed a severe scratch on one hand and felt
the disarrangement of her hair, she yielded impulsively to vengefulness
of spirit that was boiling within her and exclaimed:

"The miserable little pest! Just wait till I get you home, Glen Graham,
and I'll----"

She stopped right there, much to the disappointment of the eagerly
listening Camp Fire Girls, who fully expected her to open an avenue to
the very evidence for which they were looking.

"Why!" she continued, with a desperate effort to control her temper. "I
never knew him to act that way before. He's usually such a--such
a--sweet dispositioned little dear. I don't know what to make of it. He
took me completely by surprise. I don't understand it--I don't know what
to make of it--I can't understand the little--the little--d-dear."

"It is strange, very strange," Miss Ladd agreed, purposing, for policy's
sake, to help the girl out of her predicament.

"Come to sister, Glennie dear," Addie continued, after she had succeeded
in rearranging her hair and restoring her hat to its normal position on
her head. "Don't you know sister loves you just lots? Why did you run
away? Come back home and sister will give you some candy, just lots of
it. Come on, now, that's a good little boy."

"I don't want your candy and you ain't my sister, and I won't go back.
You'll beat me, and mom'll