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. WmL CUMBER ^ CHARLES Ml WITH ILLUSTRATIONS I OF SCENES IN THE Pi CHAPTER I. f fr< ? an Close to the serried backbone of tbe cri Cumberland ridge through a sky of an mountain clarity, the sun seemed hesi- TI tating before Its descent to the hori- cri on. The sugar-loaf cone that tow- an ered above a creek called Misery was ca , , v pointed and edged with emerald trac- j ery where the loftiest timber thrust re up Its crest plumes into the eun. On br the hillsides it would be light for rei A1 ? ? * ??A Kiit halnnr at/ mure luttu mi uuur /ci, uuv uu*v??9 ??? where the waters tossed themselves* tei along In a chorus of tiny cascades, the ne light was already thickenlrg into a cathedral gloom. Down there the "fur- ha rlner" would have seen only the rough Tt course of the creek between moss- thi velveted and shaded bowlders of bo titanic proportions. The native would tic have recognized the country road in pa , these tortuous t wis tings. A great block na of sandstone, to whose summit a man st< . ! V standing In his saddle could scarcely mt reach his fingertips, towered above un ' the stream, with a gnarled scrub oak he clinging tenaciously to its apex. Loft- Al ily on both sides climbed the moun- as tains cloaked in laurel and timber. ? Suddenly the leafage was thrust gr aside from above by a cautious hand, ws and a shy, half-wild girl appeared in ful the opening. For an Instant she halt- of ed, with her brown fingers holding back the brushwood, and raised her sh W face as though listening. As Bhe stc stood with the toes of one bare foot ho twisting in the gratefully cool moss st< . f. * she laughed with U14 sheer exhilara- th tlon of life and youth, and started out do on the table top of the huge rock. fa< But there sh,e' halted suddenly with a sh startled exclamation and drew lnstlnc- lei * Uvely Hack. What she saw might well He have astonished her, for it was a thing cl< she had never seen before and of which she had never heard. Finely, ab reassured by the silence, she slipped dii across the broad face of the fif^t rock scl for a distance of twenty-live feet and bl< paused again to listen. all At the far edge lay a pair of saddle- trl I* bags, such as form the only practical equipment for mountain travelers, sti Near them lay a tin box, littered with coi small and unfamiliar-looking tubes of wi soft metal, all grotesquely twisted and sh stained, and beside the box was a ba strangely shaped plaque of wood do smeared with a dozen hues. That this aii , plaque was a painter's sketching pal- ah ette was a thing which she could not ou Irnirnr fha mava nf srilsts httA to do with a world as remote from hit her own as the life of the moon or ey I stars. It was one of those vague mysteries that made up the wonderful life "I of "down below." Why had these things been left here In such confu- de 8ion? If there was a man about who owned them he would doubtless return fjj , to claim them. She crept over, eyes ? i and ears alert, and slipped around to | front of the queer tripod, with all | her muscles poised in readiness for i flight. I A half-rapturous and utterly aston- g lshed cry broke from her lips. She ;? stared a moment, then dropped to the Jj moss-covered .rock, leaning back on f. her brown hands and gazing Intently. lj r': "Hit's party!" she approved, in a 1 ' low, musical murmur. "Hit's plumb. 1 dead beautiful!" m >-- , Of course it was not a finished pic- n ture? merely a study of what lay be- I fore her?but the hand that had E ^ > placed these brush strokes on the I academy board was the sure, deft g hand of a master of landscaoe. who I had caught the splendid spirit of the thing and fixed it immutably in true | and glowing appreciation. Who he j| was; where he had gone; why his p work stood there unfinished iand aban- p doned, were details which for the mo- |j ment this half-savage child-woman for- |j got 'to' question. Sfrte was conscious 3 only of a sense of revelation and awe S 9 Then she saw other boards, like the a one upon the easel,- piled near the - paint box. These were dry, and represented the work of other days; but they were all pictures of her pwn sh mountains, and it each of them, as in| in this one, was something that made rej her heart leap. To her o^n people these steep hill ides and "coves" and valleys were a matter of course. In their stony soil W( i they labored by day, and in their shad- kn b ows slept when work was done. Yet p someone had discovered that they held a picturesque and rugged beauty; that they were not. merely steep fields rei r"T^ where the plow was useless and the co ' i hoe must be used. She must tell Sam- SCi son?Samson,, whom she held in an in K .. artless -jxaltation of hero worship; ati L \ Samson* who was so "smart" that he ha thought about things beyond her un- tr< * der standing; Samson, who could not gu " Only read and write, but speculate on tfi problematical matters, f t'i< Suddenly she came to her feet with '.!? a swift-darting impulse of alarm. Her ear had caught a sound. She cast no eearchine elancea about her. but the ""V ' tangle was empty of humanity. The b * water still murmured over the rocks se undisturbed. There was no sign of ha human presence, other than herself, he that her eyes could discover?and yet at r to her ears came the sound again, and hi: |f tnis time more distinctly. It was the to I sound of a man's voice, and it was sit I moaning as if in pain. She rose and t. searched vainly through the bushes of "tl E'* -yL. the hlllBide where the rock ran out to FBAR CARTOONS ON ROYALTY 2 German Authorities Say Caricatures of Ruler? Discredit Dignity -> of Empire. W B^Ain.?A semiofficial request has beetf jj&sued through the Nortlv Ger* G man Gazette to avoid insulting language about the rulers of the coun- ' tries with which Germany is at war. tw The newspaper declares that carica- wi tares of King George, Czar Nicholas wj and President Poincare. exhibited In an hop windows, do no credit to the dig-J ra JLANDS iVILLE WOL FROWi PHOTOGRAPHS 3m the woods. She lifted her skirts d splashed her feet in the shallow eeb water, wading persistently up d down. Her shyness was forgotten, le groan was a groan qf a human aature In distress, and she must find d succor the person from whom It me. Certain sounds are baffling as to diction. A voice from overhead or oken by echoing obstacles does not adily betray Its source. Finally she >od up ami listened once more Initly?her attitude full of tenee earstness. ' . "I'm shore a fool," she announced, If aloud. "I'm shore a plumb fool/' ten she turned and disappeared in b deep cleft between the gigantic wider upon which she had been sittg and another?small only by comrlson. There, ten feet down, In a rrow alley litterea witn raggea) )Des, lay the crumpled body of a m. It lay with the left arm doubled der it, and from a gash in the fore* ad trickled a thin stream of blood, so, if was the body of such a man she had not- seen before. J Although from the man came a low oan mingled with his breathing, it is not such a sound as comes from tly conscious lips, but rather that a brain dulled into coma. Freed from her fettering excess of yneas by his condition, the girl jpped surely from footfibld to footId until she reached his side. She >od for a moment with one hand on 9 dripping walls of rock, looking wn while her hair fell about her :e. Then, dropping to her knees, e shifted the doubled body into a ining posture, > straightened the nbs, and began exploring with efflmt fingers for broken bones. She had found the left arm limp o've the wrist, and her fingers had Lgnosed a broken bone. But unconkrasnesa must have come from the >w on the head, where a bruise was ready blackening, and a gash still ckled blood. She lifted her sjrfrt and tore a long ip of cotton from her single pettlat Then she picked her bare-footed ly swiftly to the creek bed, where e drenched the cloth for bathing and ndaging the wound. When she had ne what she could by way of first i she sat supporting the man's oulders and shook her head dublsly. Finally the man's lids fluttered and s Hps moved. Then he opened his ei. "Hello!" said the stranger, vaguely, seem to bave-7-" He broke off, and s lips smiled. It was a friendly, unrstanding smile, and the girl, fight low- uroan mingiea wun nis Breathing. x g hard the shy Impulse to drbp his oulderB and flee into the kind maskg of the boshes, was in a measure assured. "You must hev fell often the rock," e enlightened. "I think I might have fallen into jrse circumstances," replied the uniown. "I reckon you kin set up after a tie." "Yes, of course." The man suddenly alized that although he was quite mfortable as he was he could arcely expect to remain permanently the support of her bent arm. He tempted to prop himself on his hurt nd and relaxed with a twinge of ex;me pain. The color, which had ben to creep back into his cheeks, left em again, and his lips compressed emBelves tightly to bite off an ex?.mation of suffering. "That air left arm air busted." nn. unced the young woman, quietly, e've got ter be heedful." Had one of her own men hurt hlmIf and behaved stoically it would ve been mere matter of course; but r eyes mirrored a pleased surprise the stranger's good-natured nod and 3 quiet refusal to give expression pain. It relieved her of the neces;y for contempt. "I'm afraid," apologized the painter, bat I've been a great deal of trouble you." ty of the German people, and that e fatherland must show itself surior to its foes, not only on the field battle, but also in the intellectual lapons of warfare. /PSY RFTS GAY INTERMENT Trenton, N. J.?Winky Penfold. the enty-one-year-old gypsy, was buried tli the formality of her tribe. S&e is attired In a gown of silk lavender d reposed in a casket trimmed in diant colors. The funeral took place . > -f ' Her lips and eyes were sober as si replied. "I reckon thet's all right." "And what's worse, I've got to t more trouble. Did you see anythic of a brown mule?" She shook her head. "He must have wandered off. Ma I ask to whom I am indebted for th flret aid to the injured?" "I don't know what ye means." , She had propped him against tt rocks and sat near by, looking into h face with almost disconcerting stead ness; her solemn-pupiled eyes wei unblinking, 'unsmiling. "Why, I mean who are you?" I laughed. "I hain't nobody much. I jest llv< over yon." "But," insisted the man, "surely yc have a name." She nodded. }' "Hit's Sally." "Then, Miss Sally, ,1 want to than you." Onoe more she nodded, and, for tl frst time, let her eyes drop, while si sut nursing her knees. Finally si glanced up and asked with plucked-u courage: "Stranger, what mout yore nan be?" "Lescott?George Lescott." "How'd.ye git hurt?" He shook his head. MT tvqa nolnHtiflr nn " Via aafd ?. ?TMW yn*U?JlU5 ~ U|/ bJLAV&v?; UV BH*v "and I guess I got too absorbed In ti work. I stepped backward to look i the canvas and forgot where the edg was. I steppod too far." The man rose to his feet, but he to tered and reeled against the wall < ragged stone. The blow on hlB hoa had left him faint and dizzy. He u down agtiln. "I'm afraid," he ruefully admlttei "that I'm not quite ready for discharg from your hospital." "You Jest set where yer at" Tfc girl rose and pointed up the mounted side. "Ill light out across the hill an fotch Samson an' his mule." "Who and where is Samson?" 1) inquired. He realized that the bo torn of the valley would shortly thiol en Into darkneBS, and that the wa out, ungulded, would become ipipo sible. "It sounds like the name of strong man." , 'T means Sameon South," she w lightened, as though further desert] tton of one so celebrated, would be r dundant "He's over thar 'bout thnx quarters", "Three-quarteH of a mile?" aha tiri.., -1-- 1A one uuuuou, YV uah cido V/Uuiu imir quarters mean? "How long will it take you?" h asked. " She deliberated. "Samson's hoeii corn in the ftir hill field. He'll ho ter cotch his mule. Hit mout tek half-hour." "You can't do it In a half-hour, est you?" '; a; "111 jest take my foot in my hani an' light out" She turned, and wit a nod was gone. At last she came to a point whei a qlearing rose on the, mountainsid above her. The forest blanket ws stripped off to make way for a fencei in and crazily tilting field of youu corn. High up and beyond, close t the bald shoulders of sandstone whlc thrpw themselves against the sky. wa the figure of a man. As the girl halte at the foot of the field, at, last, pantin from her exertions, he was sitting o the rail fence, looking absently dow on the outstretched panorama belo him. ' Samson South was not, strict! speaking, a man. His age was pe haps twenty. He sat loose-jointed an indolent on the'top rail of the fenci his hands hanging over his knees, h: hoe forgotten. Near by, proppe against tne raus, rested a repeatm rifle, though the people would ha? told you that the truce in the "Soutl Hollman war" had been unbroken fc two years, and that no clansman nee in these halcyon days go armed afleli CHAPTER II. Sally clambered lightly over tl fence and started on the last stage t her Journey, the cfimb across th young corn rows. It was a field stoo on end, and the hoed ground was ui even; but with no seeming of wear ness her red dreBS flashed t^eadfastl across the green spears, and her voic was raised to shout: "Hello, *lamson! The young man looked up? nd wave a languid greeting. He did rv>t re mo? his hat or descend from hU. place ( rest, and Sally, who erpectej no sue attention, came smilingly on Samso was her hero. Slow of utterance an diffident with the stranger, fiords no' came fast and fluently!as sbv told he stofy of the man who lay ht-tt at th foot of the rock. "Hit halnt long now tell wndown, she urged. "Hurry, Samsotw an' g yore mule. * I've done give him m promise ter fotch ye right atraigt back." Samson took off his hat, aijfl tosse the heavy lock upward from Mb fori head. His brow wrinkled witu doubti "What sort of lookln' feller air he? WhHo finllv cVotohort a prlntlni the young man's doubt grew graver. "This hain't no fit time ter he takii in folks what we hain't tcquainte with," he objected. In the aountaln any time is the time to take in stranj ers unless there are secHsts to b guarded from outside eyes. "Why hain't it?" demanded the gir "He's hurt We kaln't leav* him layir thar, kin we?" Suddenly her eyes caught sight c the rifle leaning near by, and stralgh way they filled with apprehensioi Her militant love would have turne to nate ior samson, snouia ne nav proved recreant to the mission of r< prisal In which he was biding his timi yet the coming of the day when th truce must end haunted her thoughti She came close, and her voice "in with her sinking heart from the camp grounds near Ewini ville. The girl's rings, beads and bracelel were buried with her, and all article that could not be placed in the coffi were buried before the funeral ser ices. Even the girl's pony cart wa burned. < London.?Persons who take a gloom view of the war In England are calle "Dismal Jimmies" and the "A. I. L.'s, the latter being an abbreviation of th "All Is Lost" brigade. ie "What air hit?" she teoneTy demand- upet ed. What air hit, Samson! Wtut epol fer huv ye fotched yer gun ter the "f >e field?" ( halxi tg The boy laughed.. "Oh, hit ain't see nothin pertic'ler," he reaasured. "Hit "C hain't aothln' fer a gal ter fret hersilf Tl ty erbout, only I;, kinder suspicion* is strangurs jeet now." non< "Air the truce busted?" She put the Tl question in a tense, deep-breathed holl ie whisper, and the boy replied casually, "T is almost indifferently. son 11- "No, Sally, hit hain't Jest ter say plod re busted, but 'pears like hit's right thai smart cracked. I reckon, though," he Tl 16 added in half-disgust, "nothin' won't **er come of hit." wen 28 Somewhat reassured, she bethought w*11 herself again of her mission. ,u "This here furriner hain't got no harm in him, Samson," she pleaded. "He 'pears ter be more like a gal t&an a man. He's real puny. He's got " white skin and a Vow of ribbon on "0^* ie his neck?an' he paints pictchers." J' ie The boy's face had been hardening . l0 with contempt aB the description a<? v p vanced, but at the last' words a glow J?8? came to bis eyes, and he demanded ? l0 almost breathlessly: . VPaint^plctchera? Howdoyekmow *\.m' that?" ; d"n! 1 seen 'em. He was paintln* one <Mj when ho fell offeh the rock and busted nou] I; his arm. It's shore es beautiful es?" ie she broite off, then added with a .sud- r?it den peal of laughter?"es er plctchor." -e The young man slipped down from the fence, and reached for the rifle, t- The hoe he left where it stood. . )f "I'll* git the nag/' he announced ( 4 briefly, and swung off without further it. parley toward the curling spiral of smoke that marked a cabin a quarter a, of a mile below. Ten minatee' later ' ;e his bare feet swung against the ribs of a gray mule and his rifle lay tal e anced acrous the uoaaddled withers. I a- Sally snt mountain fashion behind J d him, facing straight to the side. Bf So they came along the creek bed >e and inte the sight of .the man who i t- still Bat propped against the mossy rock. Ad Leecott looked pp he closed . 7 the case of his watch' and put it back: 8- into his pocket with a smile * "Snappy work, that!" he called out "Just thirty-three minutes. I didn't ^ believe it could be . done.' Eg P* Samson's face was masklike, but K " no UC BUJ YGJCU IUO IVHClgl'.Ci, UUlJ IUC |M e- ingrained dictates of the country's |p| hospitable code kept out of bis eyes IK a gleam of scorn for this frqll mem- UH b- ber of a ?ex which should be stalwart. "Howdy?" he said. Then he added ie suspiciously: "What mout yer huni- 0ffQ] ness be in these parts, stranger?" j'd j i* Lescott gave the Odyssey of his wan- 7; it deringg, islnce he had rented a mule b0y a at IHxon and ridden through the coun* noyi try, sketching where the mood prompt- 0^e n ed and sleeping'wherever he found a 0g}c hospitable roof at the coming of tine ro(j 1, evening. the h "Ye come from over on, Cripple-* mui, shin?" The boy flashed the question e with a sudden hardening of the voloj, * ?] le and, when be was affirmatively anu- ?j ie swered, his eyee contracted and bored tain 3- searchingly Unto the stranger's fact). <jeei g "Where'd ye put up last night?" onei 0 "Red Bill HOllman's house, at the new h mouth of Me sting Bouse fork; do you ; ^ ib know tne place?" qUe{ id Samson's reply was curt. ?j g "I knows hit all right" . ' ingv' n.. There wait a moment's pause? 7] n rather an. awkward. pause. Lescott's '?] w mind bej;an piecing together frag:- gom ments of conversation he had heard, jaur [j until he had ussembled a sort of men* # 4 r* tal jigsaw puzzle. haa d The South-Hollman feud had been houi v, mentioned by the more talkative of Tl Its his Informers, and carefully tabooed hate id by othera?notable among them hill "I 15 host of latit night It now dawned 011 dldn '<3 him that he was crossing the boun- "s b- dary and coming as the late guest 01! the it a Hollman to ask the hospitality of i. "Wi d South. Soul "I didn't knaw whose house It was," this he hastened .0 explain, "until I wai friei benighted and asked for lodging. The? Pur were very kind to me. I'd never seen up ltl them before, I'm a stranger here- bust abouts." TJ l l Samson on !y nodded. If the explana- and tion failed to satisfy him, it at least citei Q" seemed to do so. * "I reckon ye'd better let me holp the 5 ye up on tliot old mule," he said; Oj !? "hit's a-comin' on ter be night." at h With the mountaineer's aM, Lescott d clambered astride the mount, then he ? turned dubiously. ^ "I'm sorry to trouble yoV he ven- T1 tured, "but 1 have a paint box %nd ers, ? some materials up there. If you'll popi bring +hexu down here, I'll show you farn w how to pack the easel, and, by the hard ' ? ? 1? kmuaaa avia? ^ way, ua m.nuutsi/ ttuueu, picasc uutfci to handle ^al fresh canvus carefully'? to i n by the edg n- lt's not dry yet. gods |t He had intlclpated Inpatient con- ries y tempt for his artist's impedimenta, forn but to his 4i:*]?rlse" the mountain boy ion climbed th^ rock and halted before mas d the sketch Kith a face that Blowly com softened tc expression of amazed sing 3. admiration, finally he took up the iu s " square of ticj.3emy board with a ten- pros j, der care of ahich his ifcugh hands the would have teemed incapable and the i i' stood stock fl^Jll, presenting an anoma- or r d | lous figure Id bis rough clothes as his This s eyeB grew a^nost idolatrous. Then iron ?. he brought tSue landscape over to lte to ? e- creator, and, though no word was dare spoken, there Jashed between the eyes Wid 1. of the artist, whose signature gave to a canvas th* v~lue of a precious stone, and the jeans-plad boy whose destiny a if was that of i.he vendetta, a subtle, to a t- wordless message. It was the coun- 0uts 1. tersign of brctherfc-in-blood who rec- behfi d ognize in each other the bond of a watc e mutual pass lot . keer j- The boy and the girl, under Lescott's wer< 3, direction, p&ckad the outfit and stored the e the canvas In the protecting top of the at 1 3. Dox. 'men, wane sauy lurneu tuiu cian k strode down creek in search of Les- cum , cott'a lost inoiut, the two men rode fcrou * gKill 2,099 Lions in Seven Years. docl ;s Two thounand and ninety-nine moun- in c >8 tain lions have been killed in Call- claii n fOrnia since 1907, according to a state- yeai tr. ment by the state fish and game comia mission. Of this number 118 have been killed in the state for the six A months ended June 30. The state pays be i ' a bounty of $20 for each lion killed, dan: ? The total cost of killing Hons has bec( ? bsen $41,980. misi Humboldt is the banner county for was 6 this year, and for every year. In the be % six months ending with June Men- Face /?4v V~ v ; - jsif p Team th *D*oc*. S&mao* ce slowly and diffidently. ij Stranger," he ventured, "ef JUt H i't askin' top much, will ye letme f| ye paint one of them thlhjgBf* 'k Jladly," was the prompt reply. j iien the boy added covertly: )on't eay nothin' erbout hit tei1 | 9 of these folks. They'd devil me." j tie dusk was falling now, and the ows choking with murk. Ve're nigh home now," said Samat the end of some minutes' silent idlng. "Hit's right beyond tiet ^ bend." tten they rounded a pofot of timand came upon a small party of i whose attltod?B even in the dimg light conveyed a subtle sugges- } of portent. ' rhet you, Samson?" called an old r i's voice, which was still very deep t powerful. lello, Unc' Spencer!" replied the ^ lien followed a silence unfcttken 1 1 the mule reached the group, re- a lng that besides the bef another i?and a strange m&3?had joined 1 r number. 11 Svenin', stranger" they gieeied fl , gravely; then again they fell ? it, and in their silence lwes Ml- 1 i constraint. jrhis hyar man's a furriner," need Samwn, briefly. . "fi# fel? 1 V, ? ., ^ ^ ^jjj hflw!|S^3 Ka>_ B'' Tamarack South. ] 1 a a rock an' cot hurt. I >1o*?d < dtch him home ter stay all night." tie elderly man who had hailed 41)? r nodded, hat with an evident an- a ince. It seemed , that to him the f ira deferred as to a commanding c er. The cortege remounted and 1 i slowly toward the house. At last c elderly man came alongside the 1 a and Inquired; t Samson, where was ye last night f;: c Whet's my business." i debbe hit ain't" The old moun- t eer spoke with no resentment, bat > gravity. "We've been powerful ( isy erbout ye. Hev ye heered the ( sr , Vhat news?" The boy ptit the y itlon noncommlttally. < resse Purvy'was shot this mom- t * 1 \ ! I ie boy vouchsafed no reply. \ 1 :he mall ^Wer done told hit . . . ( ebody shot fire shoots from .the eL . . . Purvey hain't died ytt \ . Some says as how hid folks ( sent ter Lexington fer bloodids." J ae ooyru eyes uegun w emuiawr ifully.. , 'o V .-V','; reckon," be spoke slowly, *Tw 1't git shot none too soon." v lameon!" The old man's voice bad ring of determined authority, i en I dies ye'll be the head of the the, but so long es Fm a-runntn' hyar famly I keeps my word ter id an' foe-alike.. I reckon'Jesse vy knows who got fore pap, bat till now no South- hain't new ed no traced ; ie boy's voice dropped its softness took oil a shrill crescendo of exnent 'as he flashed out' his retori Vho eaid a Sooth nas done busted 'nice this time?*' lu Spicer South gazed searchinglj Is nephew. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Queerest Dance (n the World. , no rindavari dance of the malay* * or drummers, of Malabar ie a very 3 liar function when the native v lers are taking their ease after the I I work of harvest The principal acter is a weird figure supposed ' -epreaent the sacred cow of the i, Kaniachenu. A small boy * car this about while the other per lers, decked out in primitive fash- 1 with painted bodies and hideoua 1 ks, go through a weird dance, ao- i panied by much drum beating and < Ing. Wherever it goes the cow I apposed to shower blessingB and t perity, and so, ostensibly to pleast animal, but in reality to satiBfy e dancers, presents of money, paddy t ice are gtfven to the performer* i I i custom has been in existence t i time immemorial and is likely t ontinue as long as agriculture en* t ? among the Hindus of Malabar.-^ e- World Magazine. What Attracted Him. mother took her four-year-old son. restaurant for his first luncheoa lde of the nursery at home. H< ived with perfect propriety, and :hed the elaborate service witlf i interest. When the finger bowti 3 placed on the table, he noticed square white mint on the platfl :he side of the bowl, and e? ned: "Oh, mother, look at tlu ling little cake* of soap 111 ght us!"?Harper** Magazine*. g Ino, Trinity and Siskiyou are next ?rder named. Los Angeles county med bounty on 15 lions in seven f 10* ? 1 After Washing Oilcloth. - ' * fter washing oilcloth and linoleum, Bure to dry it properly. If left i ip it will speedily rot, and finally ime totally spoiled. It is a great take to use too much water for hing It The cloth should merely rrung out and passed over the. sur? 1 Dr. Marden's Upli ft Talks ;v - ii; | . , , ||: | By 0RI80N 8WETT MARDEN. J i Copyright by McClare Newspaper Syndics** ' IAKING OF CONVERSATION A - FINE ART. "Talk,. talk. It does not matter nuch what you say, but chatter away Ightly and gay ly. Nothing em barasses and bores the average man so nuch as , a girl who has tobe enter*' allied." , Thne. a - noted , society Reader, who lad bfce'n very , successful in the aunching ot debutantesi was recently dvialng qne of her proteges* I know of no other one accomplish' nent which will do so much tb;'trance a girl socially as t$become a uperb conversationalist It Is lndi tatjve ofIntelligence, education, gooa reeding and culture. It will, make a rivl popular'in spite of plain features. Chere is no other'one quality pill give a.'girl sttcfh. power ov^Otfy *s, which will make her so po pular, jaijto be able to fascinate people with ier conversation.' The good eonverlationallst is always the center of atractioh in any company. A girl who can talk well, who has he- art of putting things in an atrajetive way, who can, interest otbsris'immediately by her gift of speech, las a very great advantage over one ?ho may know more) than she, but vho parinot express herself Tfith ease ?r gradontaess. There la no other one thing which foables' as to make so goodr^n' Infc >regslotr, especially upon- tbode' who lo; not';know us thoroughly, as the ibillty to conversewalL To bea good loaversaflpDaiUt; ableto tortorert leople, to rivet tSeir attention. to Iraw them, to ydu natural/ by the 'ei7'superiority of'yoi^r eoinfcrsatiott.r. mlH.'.a.-- i :r-~V-r '-.rv'1 r-,j a..'L: u aomty, is n oe xoe jionwBvr yt ? rery great accomplishment, attfi which b superior to all other*. *It not only lelps you tomake a good impression ipon strangers; it alsp helps you to nake an'd keep friends. It opens loore and softens heart*. * makes rou Interesting In all. iwjrta' of com>any. It helps you - to get on- in the eorld., It -helps yW^iptot^ soliety, even though ypu may be poor. The w^y. to Ieahi to talk is to talk. Che temptation for young, people who ire unaccustomed to Society, and who eel .diffident, is to say nothing themlelves and listen to what others say; >ut good talker are always sought ifteor. Everybody wants to Invite diss bo-ona-iso 10 oinnecv or nwvy icna because s_e is such a good talkShe entertains. She may have winy defects, but people enjoy her wciety because she pan talk well. Conversation, if used as an emulator, 1b a .tremendous power devel>per; but talking without thinking, yithoutan/: effort to expjess oneself vith clearness, conciseness or efficiency, mere chattering o* gossip, the iverage society small talk, will never ret hold of the best thing In a gtrL :t. lies too deep for Buchi superficial sffort. Nothing else will develop a- girl's wain and character ..more than.'the lonstant effort to talk well, intelligently, interestingly, upon aU ports, of opics. There is a splendid discipline n the constant effortto expreeeone's ho lghts clearly, and in an interest-, ng, manner. We sometimes meet people Who are such superb convergers bat no one would ever dream that hey have not had the advantages of he higber /schools* Many a college jraduate has oeen suencea ana put o shame by people who have never >v?n been toahigh school, but who lave cultivated the art of self-ex>resslon. Now tmd then we meet a real arist In condensation, and it is such a reat and delight that we 1 wonder vhy the majority of us should be-such mnglers in our expression, why we ihould make such a botch of the, "toe> Hum of communication between' hunan beings, when it Is capable Of beng: made the art 'of art& > ,\ No matter how, expert you may be n any other art or accomplishment rou cannot use. your expertness air vays and everywhere as you can the >oWer to converse well. ?^ - ' MAN WHO CAN DO THINGS IS IN DEMAND. ' ' , / When Mayor Mitcnel of New York r'ftlrtnfil riAAfVflla ttohA VttD UID\;UD01U5 VUlVUOl uwbunii), nuv las won world-wide renown for? nis nasterly construction of the Panama :anal, for the head of the police de)artment,.he said he wanted the bigjest man in America for the Job. The man who is in most demand jverywhere today is the man who can io things, the man with a' vigorous nitiative and the quality of fine leadership, the man who can create some* hing, the 'man with resourcefulness, he man of productive power, There are plenty of men who can lo routine work, who can follow preicribed lines, carry out in detail a jrogram which others make, but the nan of original force, of constructive mergy, who can get out of the beaten rack and blaze away for others is as 'are as he is valuable. There is always a big premium on he man of original ideas, progreslive methods, the man of productive orce, the thinker. There 48 an advertisement up at the door of every louse of human endeavor for such a nan. Great business concerns are tcourlng the country for men of this Unemotional. "Many years ago a great battlp Was ought, on this plain. I see two armies lash. Thousands fall to rise no more, [ he ground is drenched with blood, lorriblel Horrible!" "Control yourself. All I see is an uniBually fine crop of wheat!" Getting Into Trouble. The sultan was slightly peeved. "He is a venerable man, this missionary," explained the grand vizier, 'but he teaches that all should pry 11 iiiy secure a prize, but on the lad aj^rtwcb^^ ing it took wing. He had ,not ed fax, however, - before turned to ltB previous position, sprang up tbemast, and on^^nBK the top attempted to. sni?? boy, clinging tlghtlyto wfto ' his legs, threw out the other.. seized thdJSird by the throat,and;B^|||M wing and attempting to bite, in Btran^ '^/J neck, and came down, a bloody i*<?#daM| tor, to the deck. The bird was eagle of a darkish brown cok*i ' speckled with white, of beauttfat sp plumage, but excessively l&m, abodt'+^^H two feet long, measuring from tip tip of wing a little more thaa flvo Too Remfntae ent>4 ' " . MlIB "Miss Jennie did ndt seem to like .'-./^B my Bong at all." "No wonder, when she has a tela;. I phone job." fl "What has her Job to do with nay M "Very much, when you selected, '1 Hear You Calling Me.'" _V| their debts, from the highest t? tij "By the beard of the prophet! j thundered the sultan, "he Is too gosti *? durned personal." Whereunon the Sublime Porte aim* ~.-'?^B gated all scraps of paper, formerly known as treaties. Hi?What course is Sarah studying fl at that boarding school? v Si?I can't remember but I thfofc: it's cosmetics.?Stanford ChapparaL ' i. '. Vf