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Kk-v 'Mm. V; ??*1$ v; LL TIMES Thursday. H CAROLINA. irl of itimc I V I 1TIJ EJ1 tiUlllS E ii ~~~mj cA Novell, stlon of the Piny by~ 1 Wilbur I>. Neablt and Otto Hnuerbach I W.velUrt Br W1IR1IP n NF^BIT | S I SYNOPSIS. Harry Swlfton la expectlnK a visit from his fiancee, Lucy Meddcrs. a Quakeress whom he met In the country. His auto crashes Into another machine containing a beuutlful woman ami a German count. The woman's hat is ruined and Harry escapes. His. sister. Caroline, arrives at hla home to play hostess. Socrates Primmer. cousin of Lucy's, arrives with a hat intended us a present for Lucy. Harry Is trailed to his home by the Count und Mrs. tlen. Uluy.es. who demands her hut. a duplicate of which she says has been delivered at Harry's bouse. She Is In Kreut feur lest her husband hear of her es< apade. Lucy Medders and her father arrive and the count Is hidden In On* ril.un nn.l * * ??l........ ?? - I v. UIIUVB III IIIIIHIKT. Hurry Is forced to do some fancy lyltiK to keep Lucy from discovering the presence of the woman. Tin* milliner. Dnphne DuffliiKton. who proves to be an old (lame of Harry's, arrives to trace the missing duplicate hut and more complications ensue. Daphne Is hustled Into the room occupied by the Count. The latter, with whom Daphne had flirted at one time, demands the return of a ring lie had given her on that occasion. She tells him that she Kavo the ring to General Diazes. As the Count had also given Mrs. Diazes a duplicate of the ring Tie becomes somewhat excited. Daphne leaves the room and seeks refuse In the one occupied by Mrs. Blazes. Sir. Medder discovers the Count, who Is Introduced as Hurry's German tutor. CHAPTER VII.?(Continued.) "And art thee 11 tencher of German?" Lucy asked, artlessly, of the Count Before ho could reply, Harry laugnra: "Yes. he's n German teacher of Oerman German. Ha. ha! Good Joke, dear teacher!" He nudged the Count in the ribs, to that gentleman's discomfiture. "Ho Iks alvays choking ven he should he learning," the Count gravely informed Lucy. "Hns he learned much?" Lucy wanted to know. "He has a lot to learn yet," the Count replied, with significance that was not lost on Harry. "Oh, Hurry!" Lucy cried, clapping her hands together delightedly. "Wilt thee speak sonto German for ine? Wilt?" "Sure, I'll wilt," Harry smiled, "icb llebe dlch." j "Is that good German?" Lucy UHked the Count. "Very fine," the Count assured her. "He Ihb a quick scholar?ho Ihh?vat you call?rapid?fast." "What doeH that mean?what he said?" Lucy asked. "It iss not for me. hiss tutor, to translate for him. Later, he vill tell you vat it means, I know," the Count replied. "What was thy last lesson about, Harry," asked Mr. Medders. "Was It some passage from the German masters, or a chapter of hiBtory, perchance?" "What was our last lesson about?" ] Harry asked the Count. "It vas rending writing," the Count said. "Heading and writing, you mean?" laicy hskcu. "No. no. Reading writing. I am writing der reading und den ho Iks reading der writing." Harry saw that the Count had some plan in his mind, but what it might lie he could not imagine. However, ho willingly lent himself to forward it. "He means that he would write something and then I would try to rend it," ho said. Mr. Medders nodded gravely; to him it appeared to be a very good plan. Lucy, with great interest, said: "Oh. write something in German now, then?it must be awfully hard to write in German, isn't it??and then thee let Ilarry read it." So the Count tore the fly leaf from the book In his hand and solemnly wrote thereon the line: "Find die dame ihr hut?" lie handed the sheet to Ilarry, who assumed the painfully awkward position of a schoolboy und laboredly read the line, with an atrocious mispronunciation of almost every word. The Count smiled, and took the paper from him. savin e: "You bcc, he has der Cherman accent. but not yet der Chcrniau vords. Der line Is: 'Kind die dame ihr hut?' It Iss a question, you see. unt iss to be answered yet." "Oh. and what does it mean In Kngllfch?" Lucy asked. "It moans," the Count said, with much significance, and speaking with great deliberation and emphasis, "it means: 'Did the lady find her hat?' " "Did the lady find her hat?" Lucy repeated after him. "Not yot!" llarry said, absentmindedly. "Ah." the Count ?j>t<l tmllln? ? - nicht." "Of course! Of course!" Ilarry said, an though being corrected in his pronunciation. "Nock nit." The Count nodded bin head with commendation. "Rome day he vlll be a great Cherman scholar?some day," be asserted. Harry beamed with pride?and amusement. Mr. Medders observed to fcJm* ."f-i . ?^????? "Verily, thy tutor must be a learned man." tie reads nothing but the classics," Harry replied. "You'll alwayB And ilia In the library. He's dying to get back there now, I expect." "And no doubt that 1b a classic bo hath in his hand even at this moment." Mcddcrs said. "I've no doubt." said Harry, taking the book from the Count's hand and glancing at the title, which was "Three Weeks." "Ah, It Is an old treatise on the brevity of time." He fossed the book into the library, and said: "Now, I don't want to have to think of any more German today. This Is to be a real holiday. Count, and 1 refuse to study any more." "I think thee art doing a great work," Lucy said to the Count, "to teach Harry German. It Is fine that he hath thee for a tutor. How did thee happen to be engaged by him?" "Merely by accident," the Count answered. "Yes," Harry added, "through a mere accident." CHAPTER VIII. Harry felt that there was nothing I he could do which would sutflclenly show his gratitude to the Count. Everything wus straightening out nicely. To git rid of the Count would be simple. Aa his German tutor, what could be more natural than for the Count to put on his hat and walk away? And then there was the quick manner in which the Count had rallied to his support. Evidently, in spite of his grievunce, the Count was a man who would not stand or sit HiTIBS I M 1 pffeiK pfl "He Has a Lot to Learn Yet." Idly by and see a fellow man suffer because of a mistake, or u combination of mistakes. With ?a quiet wink to the Count, Harry said to Lucy and her father: "I want to take you around the grounds a bit, now. Count von Kitz will excuse us. I know." "Most certainly," the Count replied, crandlv. "Cud t vm ..m-m... stud lea." Hut more noise was beard from the hallway, and Harry flinched. He could not Imagine what further trouble fate had in store for him, hut he had experienced so much In this brief time, and his nerves wero on such u wire edge, that he knew any unusual noise meant trouble, and any unusuul silence might nicun w.orse. "What can it he?" Lucy asked In alarm. "Let us go and see," Medders said. They were saved the effort, for Carolyn came running in, her eyes big with nlarm, and her face white with fright. She rushed to Harry and clung to him. "Oh. Harry!" she cried. "That terrible old General!" "Gott!" the Count exclaimed, turning toward the library. "He hass discovered me!" "What is it. Carolyn? What about the General?" asked Harry. "There, there, my girl," soothed Mr. Medders. "Calm thyself." "Do tell us what has frightened thee." Lucy begged, taking Carolyn's hand in Iters and patting it. "General Blazes." Carolyn said, straightening herself up stnd catching her breath. "General Blazes Is com lng, and he swears he will do desper* ate things, Harry. Oh. 1 am so afraid." The deep voire of the General boomed from the ho 11. "Where is the?" he shouted. "Where is she? 1 want my wife, 1 tell you!" He stormed into the den and confronted them, lie stalked up to llnrr.v, brandishing his cane. "Where Is my v/ife?" he clamored. "You scoundrel! Where is my wile?" Harry waited until the General had run out of breath; this procedure also allowing him to collert his wits. Then he asked: "Why. General, what in the world Is wrong?" "Everything's wrong! You're u seam doundrel; I'm a rant dool! My wile . Is a ticked wlrt?I mean n wicked l flirt ' " "It's coming In bunches." Harry thought to himself. Ho determined that, even though the General had reason to believe his wife was in the house, ho would affect to misunderstand him and thus disarm Mm. "Why, General," ho said, "you're excited." "You Let I'm excited'" the General yel'ed, shaking his cn -c In the air. while Lucy and Carolyn shuddered and held each other tight, behind Mr. Medders. and the Count stood ready to Jump Into the library If the fury Of the General should be directed at him. "You bet I'm excited. I'm as loot? as a crane?I mean crazy as a loo*. I want my wife, I tell you. Whfere l? she?" "Well, General," Harry replied Btlffly, "I'm not running a guessing contest. you know." "None of you nam donsense! You know where my wife is." Mr. Medders stepped forward with his hand raised to calm the General, and. speaking to Harry, asked: "Knowest thou aught of his wife. tiarry?" "I don't know what can be the j matter with him," Harry evaded. The Count sidled toward tho door j into the hall, saying meekly: "I think I am going, now." Tho General stopped him with a flourish of his cane, and shouted: "You stay' right here! You may , know something of this." Lucy now found a chance to ask j something. "What is it the man saycth of thee, Harry?" she asked. Hefore Harry could reply to her the General demanded: "Has my wife been here today?" "1 can answer for him." Lucy replied. gently. "No strange woman ' has been here." The General looked puzzled. Ho iook o;r ins hat. tucked Jits cane under his arm, and mopped liis brow.' ""That's-remarkable," lie said. "My wife telephoned from tills house not I half an hour ago. They told me so at ; the millinery store down the street. I stepped there to inquire for her." "They must have been mistaken." Ilarrv said. "It is Just posslblo that they had the number mixed. I don't believe they even know who we aro here. We don't, deal with them." "Well; Harry." the General said, slowly, looking from one to the oilier of the faces before him. and realitii'g that he had been in error. "I'm sorry I made such an ass of myself. Yoh don't know what It is to be worried about a wife?yet. You'll pardon me, won't you?" "Why, certainly. General." Marry | s-nid. grasping his outstretched hand. "Ixd bygones be bygones and all that. I know bow you feel. I've been worried once or twice myself?but not j about a wife." "Well, my boy. your time will come," sagely promised the General. i trust tne ladies will pardon me, and you gentlemen, also." " Lucy and Carolyn, Mr. Medders and i lie Count cheerfully forgave him and i no started out. when?Oh, luckless fate'?from lit** room where Daphne and Mrs. Diazes waited, canto a sneeze. It was not a stilled sneeze, tt ! was not a weak, apologetic sneeze? I it was a big. whole-souled sneeze? j sneeze that told by its very sound that it had been held back as long n3 possible and was glad to be given its | liberty! The Clenernl (lamed Into wrath, and whirled on his heel to con front Harry. "lln!" he exclaimed. "My wife's own sneeze! I'd know it among a I million. I'd recognize her sneeze in the midst of a battle. It's no use to j bantboor.le me. My wife Is In there!" ' III* Ipvplpr! hia r?urw> n* thn #1 ?i thought about to Are a volley through the panels. Harry clutched a chair back to steady himself. Mr. Medders came over to Harry | slowly, waving a hnnd at the General to Inform him that he would take charge of the case front now on. "Harry," he said, seriously. "What does this mean?" "I don't know," Harry replied. "I'm guessing, just as much as anybody else." "Thee would not let me look In i there!" Lucy snid. accusingly. "Oh, Harry!" Carolyn wept. The Count chewed his .mustache and trembled. The General's eyes were now Inazing. He awaited the denouement. Harry looked at them all. Save illlPasaWTl ^ i J EE2 "My Wife Is in There" Carolyn he could find no sympathy. Suddenly he reflected that, after all, he was blameless. He would open , inr uoor, aiiow Mrs. Diazes to corno ! out. and throw himself on Lucy'a merry, lie stepped to tlio door, yanked It open, and ? With a complacent smile out stepped Daphne Dnfllngton. "That is not my wife!" shouted the ! General. "It seems impossible to escape you. my dear General." Daphne said sweetly. jthe swept cm with as much grandeur :?s she could muster?and Daphne could muster a plenty. Disgusted with himself, the Genera; whirled about and stamped away. "I told him his wife wasn't here.' Harry said, turning to Lucy. Hut she was weeping In her lather's urnis whil? Carolyn was huddled on n couch crying. The Count stopped up tr I Inrrv I "1 get you out of die yet!" he ?"vt* iTO BE CON TIN LEU.. / This photograph taken in San Frs hers of the Chinese crew of the stes ed by United States customs inspecl poses. Leung tried to bribe the insj MAN FACE -.if Describes Sensations When He Nearly Lost His Life. Writer Was Almost Drowned, Was Wounded by an Arab's Spear and Attacked With Deadly Cholera and Still Lives. London.?In the course, of an adventurous life 1 have been face to fa e with death many times, but I recall no more than three occasions when 1 lost hope and resigned myself to leave "the warm precincts of the ! cheerful day," says a London writer. | My actual thoughts and feelings at i these times were so different from the j generally accepted ideas on tlio sub- j Ject that 1 venture to think that a I description of them may possibly be ! considered of interest to many. It was my luck to be drowned once J upon a time?as far as scnation went. | It did not happen when 1 walked over a wharf in New York on a dark night. | nor when 1 found myself under on I overturned surfboat on the west coast [ of Africa, but it occurred in a public j swimming bath in London, and two j friends looked on and laughed while i 1 was drowning. We had gone into the bath early one morning after a tiring night's work, and we three wore the only occupants. 1 was frolicking about at the deep end, when I was suddenly seized with cramps and let out a strangled shout of distress. My friends knew that I was a good swimmer and thinking that 1 was acting the drowning man, as I had often done j before in their company, laughed at my comical flounderings and my agonized appeals for help. Indeed, as long as I retained consciousness, my thoughts seemed to J concentrate of their own volition, up- ' on the asininity of my companions in not being able to see that I really was drowning. At no time during my struggles was there any thought of my past life, nor did it occur to me to ' think :. prayer, although 1 was a religi- ' ous man and knew thut I was very j near death. My last sensation was the funcy mai 1 ncaru sort, tinkling music. an | illusion that has been explained to me as having been caused by the water trickling into my cars. Then, again, 1 was once unlucky enough to get a couple of inches or so of a broad-bladed Arab spear poked | between two of my ribs, and the doctor told mo frankly that if I had any dying messages to leave 1 had better speak them while 1 could, as 1 would soon be beyond speech. The chaplain thought that 1 was in extremis. He v.as not of my faith, but he was no narrow sectarian, and he offered me the consolations of my own religion as well as he could. But his voice sounded as if it came from afar, and I couldn't follow what he was saying. 1 only wished ho would come nearer, so that 1 could make another attempt to finish that message. It was . message 1 had always intended to send before the curtain was rung down, and it seemed to be the only i thing that mattered. The blood that welled up into my mouth was chcking me. und It was painful?oh. so painful!?to breathe; but. after all. I thought, dying was not so bad. and 1 could be glad to go if I could only finish that message. The scene shifts now to a cholera camp. All the seizures tip to mine had ended fatally, and 1 had 110 hope whatever of any other issue. But 1 wasn't thinking of the hereafter. My mind was entirely taken up to the exclusion of everything else, with the terrible physical agony I was undergoing, and I was longing for death to come to put at end to it. It seemed to mo that there was no boon like death, and I craved and longed for it to come with all my soul. Says Wed at 30. New York.?"There will be fewer divorces if women did not marry until they were thirty." said Mrs. O. H. P. Belmont, suffrage and society leader. "Women know their own minds better 1 V '1 V"" 'S ; CHINESE 5 SLAVE GIRLS AND THEIR Hw tBwMB BKM i HR K_ ?< NlraRj BE incisco, shows four Chinese girls, who v, Liner Nippon Maru, and Leong Moon, a ( tors for trying to smuggle the girla into >ector with $1,000, but to no avail. 3) DEATH K HOWLS CHASE TEN THIEVES They Flee Without Booty When Re6- li taurant Cashier Yells and Saves Register. New York.?Five inen entered the K Western luncheon at 4 Dey street. Five other men loitered outside. One ( of those who entered asked Aaron | Zuckman for a few cigarettes. Zucl:- j* man stooped to get the cigarettes out | of the case. While his head was bent he heard a peculiar noise like metal scraping . on wood. He raised his head quickly. One of the customers was embracing the cash register as though it was liis intention to beur it away in his arms. Zuckman is cashier at the res luurant and he knew that none save himself and t lie boss had a right to lay ^ hands on the register. So he yelled. The man with the cash register in his arms paused; he seemed annoyed. One of the others picked up a bowl p containing toothpicks and flred it at a Mr. Zucknian's head. The aim was true; c t.?o bowl struck Mr. Zuckman on the j cranium, scattering toothpicks and ricochetting round the cigar counter. a Still another of the customers reached f out and jabbed his lingers into Mr. v Zucknian's eyes. Zuckman let out an- c other howl. k v "Five of tliein ran toward Church p street and Ave toward liroadway," t said Zuckman in detailing the attempted robbery to a reporter. Just r then Mr. Zuckman'a boss appeared i and ordered him to say no more. t Zuckman, however, had already stated that he knew two of the men. IK said they were employed on a buildin- in process of construction C near the restaurant, and had frequent- d ly been in there for pie and sanwiches. ii nptr>ntlma ft-..... ?1?1. ----- -1 I ? n Iiuill luc Ul cruv> ILU BlUllUll | p were assigned to the case. I e H AR VARDLADS . -# Something Happens Whenever Stu- . dents See Attractive Girl on Street. c Cambridge. Mass.?"Kiddoo" la tho newest diversion at Harvard. It Is a game that originated among the law students. The young women of the college community play an important j ii part in the pastime, but they call it c "awful" and sometimes threaten to a call an officer. c Whenever students see a young wo- v man approaching, if one of them e deems her good looking, he raises his I right arm. alms the first two fingers t at her and in a voice stentorian shouts d "Kiddoo." whereupon the young wo- y man's face gives a kaleidoscopic imitation of seventeen different kinds of s rainbows. v As she nasses. the others look her 1 over, in a manner intended to be in- ^ offensive, but nevertheless searching, c and embarrassing. Then all except the "kiddooer" consult. If they decide j the girl is good looking the "kiddoo" p chap is credited with ten points, if not, ^ he loses ten points. eMfty poirts con- i Rtitufe tho possible total. If it is on j the winning side the possessor of the t . required figure is treated by the rest; 1 if on the losing end the victim must purchase. ' One student, called "Rags." was forty points to the bad. In the distance he espied a maid. He made out the contour of a Venus-like figure. Surely the possessor of such a form must be good looking. As she tripped into the light "Rags" noted that she was heavily veiled. He couldn't lose now. The R.ir one was within twenty feet, when "Rags" pointed at her and triumphantly yelled "Kiddoo!" Instead of shying away tho maiden set sail straight for "Rags." Her voice quivered with anger. Her I I umicvi >?un unmisiaKnoie ] I "What' fo" you done point at roe. i man? Wba' fo"? Huh?" And she I i ended by landing a heavy left on I I Rags'" Jaw. "Rags" took to his i ! heels. He "set them up," but he has i | c.ult the game. I MASTER l a- y.| * j' " * ?. t\ ere discovered disguised as memJhineso iuterpreter, who waB urrestthe United States, (or slave puriOOKS WILL BE BAKED HERE Vorms and Germs In Montclalr, N. J., Library Are Doomed to Death. Mnnfplnlr "V I wnrw? acteria ".vlll have short lives in the lontclair free public library after a teriiizlng device, which the board of irectors of the library has installed, eta down to work. By this apparatus germs are to be estroyed by the principle of long codinued heat. The object of its intallation is to protect patrons from anger of contagion and at the same '.me preserve books where contagious iseases have prevailed. The heat is supplied by gas jets in he li^se of a metal cabinet. Terneratures ranging from 150 to 200 derues Fahrenheit are maintained by an utomutic device. NITIATED IN JAIL; FAINTS 'oung Woman Sees Members of Sorority Waving Bloody TurKcy Wings. Orceley. Colo.?A score of sororit. y iris conducted an initiation in the bandoued jail here and as n result if their weird rites the candidate ainted and had to be taken to her lonie. The young woman who sought dmission to the society was led blindolded to the jn.il. \t?lien the blind kas removed sho gazed upon a score if girls arrayed In ghostly robes, each saving bloody turkey wings. The only ght upon the scene came from a bath..K (m ttfliUK ?i - uu til ?1I1?..I uttu uten llgiueo. Deputy SherilT Frazler had killed a tuniber of turkeys in the building durng the afternoon and the blood from hem was spattered about the floor. Favors Use of Slang. Cambridge. Mass.?Mary Green 'onklin, author-playwright and stuent at Uadcliffe college, says "slang 9 all right" and is finding many apt uplls in lier efforts to teach the latst slang to her classmates. PLAY "KIDDOO" HFASURE KISSES NOW FADE imack of Duty Alone Remains In Society, It la Said, by London Correspondent. London.?Kisses may be divided nto two classes, pleasure kisses and luty kisses. At the present time, we re told, the former have gone out if fashion, but duty kisses remain, ihereof some examples. Nothing is noro dainty than the kiss of u wellired chaperon, who. mindful of the ime and trouble spent over the powler box. gently presses her lips on our hair just north of your ear. The minister's wife is another weet soul, who knows where a kiss vill do the least harm, and her favorte method is an air kiss, with ' a ;entle pressure of her cheek to your neeK. The woman of fashion, who patronzes you and lets you visit her while he Is at her siesta, kisses you nnyvhere between tho eye. ear and hair ine. CUTTING WIFE'S CREDIT COST reeling Disgraced, Mrs. Pohl of Brooklyn, N. Y., insists on Moving to New Residence. New York.?Although the purpose of , . V W. J. Pohl of Brooklyn in advertlsng that he would not be responsible :or his wife's debts was to save lis money by making it impossible for ler to buy gifts for her relatives, his sister-in-law, Mrs. Cleorge H. Pohl. laid that it would cost him fir more '.ban the price of Christmas gifts to itone for his action. "His wife has been made ill by the publicity," said Mrs. George Pohl. She considers herself disgraced. She insists that If her husband wishes her :o remain with him he will have to move to some neighborhood where they are not known, as she is ashamed .0 show her face to her neighbors "