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- . J , -- - A ? ? ? 4-- .. . . i , , ... ' -?,1 , - . "Si.v own profit!" She said no more, but rose and moved to the door. * , * < .j "Lulu?ydu see! With P>i am* nit!" j Ina beeped. "We just couldn't have this known?even If It was so." "You have it lo your hands." said Pwight, "to repay me. Lulu, for anything that you feel I may have done "for you in the past. You also have it in your hands to decide whether your hoiue here continues. That is not a ploaShnt pogitioto for nje to fihd myself in. It is djstlnotit "ugyphnisnnt, j I may say. Rut you see for yourself." Lulu went on, into the passage. "Wasn't she married when she : thought she was?". Mrs. Bptt cried shrilly. "Mamma," fyiid Ina, "Pq, pleasq, remember Monona. Yes-i? Dwight i thinks she's married nil right now? and that it's nil right, all the tiiw<\" "Well, 1 hope so, for pity sukes." said Mrs. Bett, and left the room with her daughter. , Hearing the stir, Monona upstairs lifted Iter voice: "Mamnm! Come on and hear my prayers, why don't you T' i. When they came downstairs next morning. Lulu had breakfast ready. Well!" cried Ina in her curving I tones, "if this isn't like old times." | Lulu said yes, it was like old times, and brought the bacon to the table. "Lulu's the only one in this bouse I can cook the bacon so's it'll chew," j - # Mrs. Ilett voiunteered. Site was ; wholly affable, and held contentedly to Ina's last word .that ?wight thought now It was all right. "Ho!" said Dwight. "The happy | family, onee more about the festive toaster." Tie gauged the moment to j call for good cheer. Inn, too, became j breezy, blithe. Monona jcrtudht their I spirit nn?l Juughed, head; tbrifwn well back and gently shaken. PI came In. She had been told that I Auntie Lulu was at home, ahd that j she, Dl, wasn't to say anything to her j about anything nor anything to any- [ body else about Auntie Lulu Jieitjg | I ack. Under those prohibitions, whieli b osed a thousand speculations, Di | wictvery nearly paralyzed. She stared at her Aunt Lulu incessantly. .Cot one of them had ev^n a.talent for the casual, save Lulu herself. Lulu was amazingly herself. She too,: her old place, assumed her old oflhes. When Monona declared againsl bacon, It was Lulu who sug- I tested milk toast and west to make it Mamma," PI whispeied ther>. like escaping steam, "isn't Uncle Ilinian coming too?" "Hush. No. Now don't ask any more questions." "Well, can't I tell Bobby and Jenny | she's lmre?" * "No. Don't say anything at all about her." "But, mamma. What has she done?" "Di! Do as mamma tells you. Don't you think mamma knows best?" Di of course did not think so, lmd not thought so for "a long" time. But now Dwight said: "Daughter! Are you a little girl or are you our grown-up young lady?" "I don't know," said Di reasonably, 1 "but I think you're treating rue like a little girl now." "Shuiue, DI," said Ina, unabashed 11? i' #N ? l jM mffmKm \ I ?p|f "^F \ Under These Prohibitions, Which Loosed a Thousand Speculations, Di Was Very Nearly Paralyzed. by the accident of reason being on the side of I ?I. "I'm eighteen," PI reminded them forlornly, "and through high selmol." "Then net so," honnihed her father. : * Bafiled, thwarted. liewildered. Pi went over to Jenny Plow's and there Imparted understanding by Ihe simple process; of idHvr Jemiv "guess, to1 % ? nrnnmn iiiiii'"") J5 by D.APPLEtOM ANDCOMB^N? j questions skillfully shaped. . . When Pwight said, "Look at my | beautiful handkerchief," displayed a , hole, sent his Inn for a letter. Lulu, 1 with a manner of haste, addressed him: "Pwight, It's n funny thing, but I hnven't Nlnian's Oregon address." *i "Well?" "Well, I wish you'd give it to me." Pvyight tightened and lifted his lips. "It would seem," he said, "that you have no real use for that particular address, Lulu." "Yes, I have. I want It. You hnve It, haven't you, Dwight?" "Certainly I have it." "Won't you please write it down for 1 Lr?/1 n Kit nf nn ntir nit?.' out: umi ' tuu,! n mi v' , awl a pencil srump. "My dear Lulu, now wliy revive anything? Why not be sensible and leave this alone? No.good can come j by?" , "Rut why shouldn't I have his ad- i dress?" "If everything is over between you, why should you?" "Rut you sny Ws still my hus- j band." Dwight flushed. "If my brother has ! shown Ids Inclination as plainly as I ' judge that he has, it is certainly not ' my place to put you In touch with i him again." "You won't give it to me?" "My dear Lulu, in all kindness? no." His Ina came running back, bearing handkerchiefs with different colored borders for him to choose from. He chose the initial that she had cm hroidered, and lmd not the good taste not to kiss her. They were all on the porch that evening, when Lulu came downstairs. "Where are you -going?" Ina doninnded. sisterly. And on .hearing that Lulu had an errand, added still more sisterly: "Well, but mercy, what you so ?dressed up for?'* Lulu was in a thin black and white gown Which they had never seen, and wore'-'tho tilting hat with the red wing. "Niniun bought me this," Lulu only snid. "Hut, Lulu, don't you think it might he better to keep, well?out of sight for a few days?" Inn!s lifted look besought her. "Why?" Lulu asked. "Why set people wondering till we have to?" "They don't have to wonder, far as' r'm concerned." said Lulu, and went, down the walk. Ina looked at EKvight. "She never spoke to nie. like that In her life before." she said. She watched her sister's black and white figure going directly down the street. "That gives me the funniest feeling," said Ina, "as if Lulu had on clothes bought for her by some one that wasn't?that was?" "By her husband who has left her," j said Dwight sadly. "Is that what it is, papa?" Di asked alertly. For a wonder, she was there; had been there the greater part oi | the cay?most of the time staring, fascirated, nt her Aunt Lulu. "That's what It Is. my little girl." j said Dwiglit. and shook his head. "Well, I think it's a sliame," said Dl stoutly. "And I think Uncle Winian J is n siunge." . "Pi!" "I do. And I'd he ashamed to think anything else. I'd like to tell every- j body." "There is." said Dwight, "nc nwd ! for secrecy?now." "Dwight!" said Inn?Ina's eyes al- | ways remained expressionless, but it i must hnve been her lushes that looked | so startled. "No need whatever for secrecy." lie repeated with linuness. "The truth [ is Lulu's husband has tired of her i and sent her home. We must face it." I "IIut, Dwight?how awful for Lulu I ft "Lulu," said Dwight, "lias us to stand by her." Lulu, walking down the main sireet, i thought: "Now Mis' Chambers is seeing me. Now Mis' -Curtis. There's somebody behind the vines at Nils* Martin's. Here comes .Mis' Drove and I've got to sneak to her . . ." One and unother and another met tier, and every one cried out at her some version of: "Lulu Holt!" Or, "W-well, it isn't Lulu Ih-tt any more, is it? Well, what are you doing here? I thought ..." "I'm hack to stay." she said. "The. idea! Well, where you hiding j that handsome husband of yours? Say. hut we were surprised! You're the sly one?" "My?Mr. Deacon isn't here." "(>h." "No. lie's West." "Oh, I see." Having no arts, she must needs let the conversation die like this, could invent nothing concealing or gracious <?n which to move away. She went to the post office. It. was j early, thore_wcro_fow_at the, post of- | flee?wfflT only one or two" there hud she to go through her examination. Then she went to the general delivery window, tense for u new ordeftl. To her relief, the face which was shown there was one strange to her, a slim youth, rending a lc'.ler of his own. and smiling. "Excuse me," said Lulu faintly. The youth looked lip, with eyes warmed by the words on the pink paper which he held. "Could you give me the address of Mr. Xiniun Deacon?" "Let's see?you mean Dwlght Deacon, I guess?" "No. It's his brother. lie's been here. From Oregon. I thought he might have given you his address?" she dwindled away. "Walt a minute," said the youth. "Nope. No address liere. Say, wliy don't you send it to his brother? He'd know. Dwight Deacon, the dentist." "I'll do that," J-ulu said nhsnrdly, and turned away. .She went buck up the street, walking fast now to get away from them all. Once or twice she pretended not to see n familiar face. But when she passed the mirror in an insurance office window, she saw her reflection "Well," She Thought, Almost In Ina'a Own Manner. and at Its appearance she felt surprise and pleasure. "Well!" she thought, almost In Inn's own manner. Abruptly her confidence rose. Something of this confidence was still upon her when she returned. They were in the dining room now, nil save DI. who was on the porch with Bobby, and Monona, who was in bed and might bo heard extruvagnntly singing. Lulu sat down with her hat on. When Dwight inquired playfully, "Don't we look like company?" she did not reply. He looked at her speculatively. Where hurl she gone, with whom had she talked, what had she told? Ina looked at her rather fearfully. But Mrs. Bett rocked contentedly and ate cardamom seeds. "Whom did you see?" Ina asked. Lulu named them. "Sec them to talk to?" from Dwight Oh, yes. They had all stopped. "What did they say?" Ina burst out. They had inquired for Ninian, Lulu said; and said no more. Dwight mulled this. Lulu might Vinv-o fniii nrorv nno of these women that cock-aiid-bull story with which she hud come home. It might be nil over town. Of course. Iq that case he could turn Loin oat?should do so, In fact. Still the story would be all over town. "Dwight," said Lulu, "I want Ninlan's address." "Going to write to him!" Inn cried Incredulously. "I want to as? him for the proofs that Dwight wanted." "My dear Lulu," Dwight said impatiently, "you are not the one to write. Ilnve you no delicacy?" Lulu smiled?n strange smile, originating and dying in one corner of her month. ( "Yes," she said. "So much delicacy that I want to be sure whether I'm married or not." Dwight cleared his throat with a movement which seery,c?l to use his shoulders for the purpose. "I myself will take this up with my brother." he said. "I wlil write to him about It." Lulu sprang to her feet. "Write to him now!" she cried. "Iteally," said Dwight, lifting his brows. ?iitiw . milii num. oiiv iiioYtrii about, collecting writing mgtfrials from their casual lodgments on shelf and table. She set all before him and stood by him. "Write him now," she said again. ' "My dear Lulu, don't he absurd." She said: "Inn, help me. If It was I>wijffit?and they didn't know whether he had another wife, or not, and you wanted to ask him?oh, don't ' you see? Ilelp me." Ina was n< t yet the woman to cry for Justice for its own sake, nor even to stand by another woman. .She was primitive, and her instinct wns to look to her own male merely. "Well." she said, "of course. Hut I why not let D wight do it in his own { way? Wouldn't that be better?" She put it to her sister fairly: Now, no matter what Dwlght's way was, wouldn't that he better? "Mother!" said Lulu. She looked ' Irresolutely toward her mother. I'ut ' Mrs. Holt was eating cnradmom seeds with exceeding gusto, and Lulu looked I away. Caught' ")>y" tTie "gesture, Urs. ! Bett voiced her grievance. | "Lnlle," she said. "Set down. Take i ofF your lint, why don't you?" Lulu turned upon Dwlght a quiet I face which he had never seen before. 1 "You write that letter to Nlnlnn," 1 she said, "and you make liini tell you so you'll understand. I know he j | spoke the truth. But I want you to know." I "M?m," said Dwlght. "And then 1 I suppose you're going to tell It all ! over town?as soon as you have the , proofs." "I'm going to tell It nil over town." said Luln, "Just as It Is?unless you write ro him now." "Lulu!" cried Ina. "Oh, you i wouldn't." "I would," said Lulu. "I will." I Dwlght wns kobered. Tills un- j Imaginr-l Lulu looked capable of It. But then he sneered. "And get turned out of this house, as you would be?" I "Dwiglit V? cried his Ira. "Oh, you "I would," sold Dwlght. "I wjll. Lulu knows It." MI shall tell what I know-and then leave your house anyway," said Lulu, "unless you, get Nlnian's word. And I want you should wr^to him now." "Leave your mother? And Ipo?". he asked. "Leuve everything." said Lulu. "Oh, Dwlght," snld Ina, "we can't get along without Lulu." She did not say In whut particulars, but Dwlght knew. , { Dwlght looked at Lulu, an upward, sidowise look, with a manner of peering out to see If she meant It. And , he snw. He shrugged, pursed his lips crookedly, rolled his head to signify the Inexpressible. "Isn't that Hke a woman?" he demanded. He rose. "Rather than let yoq In for a show of temper," he said grandly, "I'd do anything." He wrote the letter, addressed It, his hand elaborately curved in secrecy about the envelope,,pocketed it. "Inn and I'll walk down with y?u to mall it," said Lulu. Dwlght hesitated, frowned. His Inn watched him with consulting brows. i wp? going, siuu uwigoi, 10 propose ft little stroll before bedtime." He roved afynut tl?e room. "Where's my beautiful straw lint? There's nothing like a brisk walk to induce sound, restful sleep," he told them. He hummed a bar. "You'll be all right, mother?" Lulu ueked. Mrs. Bett did not look. up. "These cnrdamon hev got a little mite too dry," she sold. * * * * j' In their room, tyui and Dwight discussed the incredible actions of Lulu. "I saw," said Dwight, "I saw she wasn't herself. I'd do anything to avoid baring a scene?you know tbut." Ills glance swept a little anxiously his Ina. "You know that, don't you?" he sharply Inquired. "Hut I renllv think vou ought to have written to Nlnlan about It," she now dared to say. "It's not a nice position for Lulu," "Nice? Well, but whom hns she got to blame for It?" ? "Why, Ninlnn," said Inn. Dwight threw out I1I3 hands. "Herself," he said. "To tell you the truth, I was perfectly amazed at the way she snapped him up there In that restaurant." "Why, but, Dwight?" "Brazen," he said. "Oh, It was brazen." "It was Just fun, in the first place." "But no really nice woman?" he shook his head. "Dwight 1 Lulu la nice. The Idea !" lie regarded her. "Would you have done that?" he would know. Under his fond look, she softened. took his homage, accepted everything, was silent. "Certainly not," he said. "Lulu's tastes arc not fine like yours. I should never think of you as sisters." "She's awfully good," Ina said, feebly. Fifteen yenrs of married life behind her?but this was sweet and she could not resist. "She has excellent qualities." He admitted It. "But look at the position she's In?married to a man who tells her he has another wife in order to get free. Now, no really nice woman?" "No really nice man?" Ina did say that much. "Ah," said Dwlght, "but you could never be In such a* position. No, no. Lulu Is sadly lacking somewhere." Inn sighed, threw back her head, caught her lower lip with her upper, as might be In a hem. "What If it was Dl?" she supposed. "Di!" Dwight's look rebuked his wife. "Di," he said, "was born with | ladylike feelings." It was not yet ten o'clock. Bobby i LaVkln was permitted to stny until ! ten. From the veranda came the In-1 distinguishable murmur of those young i voices. "Bobby," Dl was saying within that 1 murmur, "lioDDy, you uon i kiss me as if you really wanted to kiss me, tonight." (To be Continued). ? A news dispatch from San Antonio, Toxas, last Thursday, said: "The ar.ti-Ku Klux Klan element in the Democratic party will line lip with the Republicans at the November election to defeat Karl M. Mayfleld, Democratic nominee for the United States senate, it was announced following' the failure < of the state Democratic convention to take a firm anti-klan stand. ? Salaries of 1.000 officers of the Salvation Army, stationed In 1.100 cities i end towns all over the United States, nays a special dispatch from New York I to the Baltimore Sun, were cut August 1. on orders from General Brem- i well Booth at International hendquar- i tors in Uondon. The cut was $1 a ' week in the case of unmarried and $2 I in the case of married officers. I . "4tt( I . . . ^ J' ; . \rY % ftkMU, ' ishm r" ~" sJ???L^ A VAN WINKLE TOWN Viliagp of Serrvadote Comes to Life ,After Long Sleep. Bcrnadote, a Hip Van Winkle town, is awakening from a century pf sleep, cays u Springfield, 111., dispatch. Like those souls living "on yonder hill" above Spoon river, who were quickened irto life by the imagination of Edgar Lee Masters in his "Anthology," the unperturbed inhabitants of this strange little vibago on the same Spoon river, have been touched with life by tlie pen of a newspaper writer. Without telephones, automobiles, railroads or any modern conveniences, this town had gone on in its undisturbed way for a hundred years,' sleeping qpietly in a busy wo^ld, until a few flays ago when it was "discovered" hy a motion picture director and the next morning awoke to fame with a column of type in a Blcomington newspaper. C. L. Varnard, looking about for a "location" to film a country town scene, ran across the village. It has no railroads and half the inhabitants claim never to have seen a train. It has no picture shows, and of course had never seen a motion picture camera. There are no telephones and no electricity in the town. The old village grist mill is still grinding away every day with water from the same spillway that supplied the mill a century ago. But now strange things arc happening in Bcrnadotc. Big uutomobiles whizz through the village. There is the unusual smell of oil and gasoline. The swirling dust from many pneumatic tires distresses the bewildered inhabitants. Old ladies in calico dresses no longer go their quiet way to the village store, and long whiskered old, men no longer calmly whittle the hours away under the village trees. Their nerves twitch and the day Is no longer calm. The article describing the rustic wonders of the superannuated village has brought tourists from far and wide. About the town go unusual looking men with camera and stage appearances. They are the moving picture people who arc going to put Bernadote in the films. Bernadote is sleep walking. Some of the oldest inhabitants think it is a nightmare. Most of the folks of the town are farmers. A few of the oldest arc considered to be retired. The others work in the fleldr, harvesting crops from the same ground their fathers and grandfathers tilled. There are two small wooden buildings in the village that serve as stores, where the simple wants of the people arc supplied. The houses arc quaint and old-fashioned, of the old colonial and English typo. Picket fences separate the yards. Old-fashioned flowered gardens bloom in the doorway. THE WILD RICE CROP. I Indian's Grains for Winter Use Are Garnered. Mah-noh-min, the wild rice of the North, the Indian's grain for winter J consumption, is ripe, says a Duluth, ' Minn., dispatch. Word has passed } from buck to squaw, or reverse, that 1 the crop this year is not a largo one. i Garnering must proceed rapidly, for a ' hungry horde of wild ducks shortly will |i descend on the vast rice fields and jj batter down the rice to the last stem, 11 which they strip clean of kernels. By day and under the full moon the M squaws are searching -the lagoons ofji the muskeag country for rice beds, j j Certain localities are kngwn to have q rice beds and other localities breed the j rice over-year. Where no rice was i - .. 4 , , ...1,, I I iouna iasi yean u ivki oc luunu una yen r. The crop is gathered today as it was in the days of Hiawatha and of Min nehaha. Canoes are piloted through i miles of lice hods. The rice is either snipped off on the stem or pulled from the water. Taken into the canoe it is jislogdcd from the stem by beating with a paddle. Thus a canoe will bo loaded in a day. The hulling is done by heating the rice in its shell and while it is yet hot it is treaded by moccasined feet. Wild rice is a tall aquatic perennial grass (Zizania Aqultica), of North America and Asia, it has ample panicles, bearing pistillate flowers above tnd staminates below. Its grain, or 1 -,eod, has been used by the Indians for food since time out of memory. Wild rice is for sale at principal j *? WATERFRONT IN SMYRNA. ft".:" " " " ' v'-' ix .^! \ . ; ' :'': <*&' 1,1 I ./....W. grocery stores in the North. The rice is hought at trading posts direct from Indians, or from traders who get it from Indians. The work of gathering the rice Is so tedious that few white people attempt it. DREAMS OF THE AIR. Monster Dirigibles That May Some! Day Cross theAtlantic. Will the air over the Atlantic shortly be roaring with giant floating palaces capable of making the trans-atlantic flight In CO hours? asks a Berlin correspondent. 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