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f." : " *1 Br; I ' ' 'fsERIAL^ L STORY J r~ \ \ \ I Women's j \ Candidate \ j w y ' J 4 f 4 4 4 f 4 S \ 3 \ ' 2 By BYRON WILLIAMS A \ ?? \ Copyright 11)12, Wi*t?rn Newspaper Union SYNOPSIS. In a spirit of fun Mayor Bodlght, a uinmor visitor. Is chased through tho woods by ten laughing girls. one of whom he catches and kisses. The girls form themselves Into a court and sentence him to do the bidding of ono of their number each day for ten days. A legislative measure opposing woman suffrage, which dropped from the mayor's pocket. Is used to compel him to obey the mandates of the girls. CHAPTER IV.?Continued. She took her seat In the boat and Fedlght pushed off. The east was a , riot of effulgence and the lapping waves broke in crested turrets of ; gold us they gurgled nnd splashed on j their way to meet the boat. Rowing i steadily, the mayor studied the face of the girl opposite?tho face of a patrician, softened by clear blue, kindly eyes and beautified by amorous rod lips. Unconsciously Bedlght caught himself mentally reading: "With thy red Hps. redder still. Kissed by strawberries on the hill?" He drew the boat to a shady spot along the beach and rigged a pole for her. "Halt It!" she commanded, dropping her magnzine. "Bacon rind, minnows, frogs or worms?" he questioned, hook in hand. "You have Just Bald it depends upon the bait, now bait it," she admonished curtly. "Hut what do you want to catch?" j he Insisted. "Fish!" He took up an angleworm and Impaled it on the hook, while the girl watched him, fascinated. "I?I never could do that. Ugh! - But men Rre wretches!" For answer he threw the line into I the water and handed her the rod. T\U _ ? wu: one screamed, pulling nerv- j ously at a bright-eyed perch with j Tyrian-red Una. "Let him have it a bit," cautioned the mayor. "Oh, that Ik the way you fish for fish, too?" ahe exclaimed. "Why, how funny!" He nodded. "Now, aoe that! He's taken all the bait and gone away," ruefully. "And you told me to wait!" "A 11 sh and a man should be landed at exactly the right moment," he advised. seriously, avoiding her eyes. "If trifled with too long, either is apt to get away with the?er. bait!" "Thank you," she replied coldly. "I know how to do it now." In a trice she had a flopping beauty fn the boat. He rebaited her hook and, picking up his rod, sent a Dowaglac spinning through the air. It fell Just without a bed of moss. There followed a cnloch o ~ * * .. uciu iuiu ui lue wrist. a whirring of tlio reel and a cry from the girl: "Oh, give It to me! Give it to me! j Let me land him!" Obediently Bedight handed her the rod. The iiah darted and plunged. She j reeled In frantically. The mayor smiled. The fish, a black bass of three pounds, came Into view of the j M3IW* : *-? I "Let Him Have It a Bit." ! boat. The flsherlady squealed with ( delight?but the fish, seeing his tor- i mentors, made a desperate break for j j liberty. The woman, gripping the rod firmly, restated the attack, whereat i U? hook tore loose and the dangling i L< / pqp" bait flew high In the air above her head! "Oh, Isn't that too bad!" she ex claimed, disappointment shadowing i her pretty face. "When you have hooked a fish or a man," he began quietly, "and either shows a disposition to plunge, give a little line. Keep a taut but not too resisting hold. When the fury of the plunge is over, reel in cautiously, if you do this, the man or the tlsli will nlways come back captive." "1 never have had occasion to need your advice," she said simply. "I see you are a novice at?fishing," he said, patronizingly. She colored. "I haven't found It necessary, or desirable, sir. to become overly proficient!" proudly. "Lint your husband?" he said, as he threw out his line, "may prove?" "Pardon inc." She spoke haughtily. "My husband, should 1 ever have one. will not be the sort that will need to be called back. He?" "Of course not." he said In a conciliatory voice. "They never are?until after marriage." He was struggling now with a gamy Oswego, which he landed finally by Jumping from the boat and skimming It In on the sandy beach. As ho did so, a rough fellow with a nondescript slouch hat pulled scoopshovel fashion over his face and dressed In the typical native style, sprang from behind a clump of bushes and bawled: "I thought so. Qol darn ye, you're | under arrest." The mayor looked at this new cus- > todlan with growing Interest. The fel- j low was long and lank and weather- j beaten. The type was recognizable at first glance. Undoubtedly he was the local game warden, a shiftless ne'er-do-well, appointed by a not too discriminating politician during a hot campaign. "What's the charge, officer?" asked Hedight, unhooking the fish and standing over it as It flopped upon the sand. The warden, swelling with importance. cleared his throat for action. t "That there flshln' tackle o' yourn | has got gang hook9 on It, which Is j agin the law. You'll haf t' come with j me, mister." The mayor whistled. "Got a copy of the law with you?" he asked, with a careful show of respect. The warden plunged Into his coat pocket and brought forth a paper-covered booklet, distributing on the wind f. j* '< dt <? J* Mae Andrews. as he did so flecks of tobacco, matches and silver foil. "Here 'tis," he grunted, triumphantly. "Right there?section 7, "Flshln" In Season/" pointing with a grimy thumb. , lledight read the section In question. "All right, ofllcer; I guess I'll have to go," he agreed, good-naturedly, a happy thought gripping him enticingly. The girl In the boat screamed. "l>on't you dare go away. If you i do, I'll?we'll send that bill to Osalan!" The mayor groaned. "Come on!" ordered the warden lmpntiently. "I ain't got no time to be argln' with skirts. You've violated the law an' I reckon you'll haf to pay th' fiddler." lledight reached to the beach as If to pick up his flsh. Instead, he reached Rlx Inches farther, took a quick, strong hold on the bottom of one leg of the warden's trousers, gave a mighty tug jpward and, as the disconcerted na Li?? milieu ii somersault in midair, broke for tho boat. Seeing IiIh evlde/it j Intent, Miss Andrews encouraged the leap, but alas for human precision! In his rush he struck tho gunwale, there was a clatter, a scream and the next instant Miss Andrews found her- { self in seven feet of water. She came j up with a gasp and would have swum to safety, for she was athletic, but the mayor. In the same predicament, came gallantly to the rescue, carrying her | to shore in his arms, where he linger- . Ingly deposited her on the warm sand. ! The outraged warden, fully believ- j Ing that Providence had become his < ally, and delivered into his hands the resisting crlpilnal, strode forward and I lapped Hedlght authoritatively on tho ' shoulder. I "Servos ye right. darn ye. Now you < come along with me!" j , For answer Hedight pirouetted In i the sand nnd. swinging hard, gave the j native a terrific smack on the Jaw ] with the flat of his hand. With a i howl of pain and outraged pride that ] official turned Ignominiously and ran for cover, bawling threats of revenge t as he sped toward the village. ! In her wet and dripping clothes the 1 girl sank precipitately upon the sand i and gave vent to screams of hysterical ' < ) lnughter. Under (lie Influence of her rare good humor, liedight's seriousness melted?and he, too, dropped upon the beach and reviewed the ludicrous side of the situation iu hearty guffawing. "But we've got to get out of here,** finally protested the mayor, his face sobering. "1 know these country constable fellows. That warden will be back here In an hour with enough native talent to arrest a company of night riders. It's time for us to move on." He righted the boat and collected f 7^ N Jjj? jfflj "Come Back Here, Gol Darn Ye, an' Git Arrested!" the Ashing rods. The lunch basket was hooked with a clever cast and brought to shore. "I'm not going to move a step from here," she declared firmly as he faced about on the beach, "until I?I wring out this awful wet skirt!" blushing. He looked at the dress thoughtfully. It was dripping water all about her. Then his eyes fell upon her big sunshade. Without a word he picked it up, walked down the dry beach and stuck it in the sand. Its dome at an angle of forty-five degrees. Then he came back and Bat down on the prow of the boat, his back to the umbrella. The girl looked at him and then at the umbrella. "Do you promise not to peek?" In a confused voice. "I'm the sphinx," he said, quietly. "Take your time?and get it good and dry. Er?hang It on the umbrella, you know?where the sun can get at it." He heard her soft footfalls in the sand?and waited. He waited a long time. Once ho almost forgot and was at the point of viewing the landscape in her general direction, when he heard a discreet cough and Jerked his head about-face, giving himself up to the cantankerous conduct of a fish hawk pestering a kingfisher, much to the vocallstlc annoynnce of the latter, who chattered angrily. And then from the weedy country road behind the hill there came voices. The warden and his assistants were returning. Would the girl never reappear? Rushing toward the hill, the mayor waved his arms and shouted: "Go back, you fellows! Go back, there's a lady dressing! There's?" j "Oh, Mr. Hedight," cried a clear voice from the roar, "I'm ready." The mayor turned and ran precipitately down the hill, the natives in full pursuit. Hut this time he reached the boat in safety and flung a deri slve laugh at the angry warden's peremptory command to: "Come bnck here, gol darn ye, an' git arrested!" The girl watched the man narrowly. "If you don't mind, Mr. Hedight, we'll go over on the lee side of the island. There's a nice warm beach over there and while I investigate the condition of this lunch we can dry out a bit. I'm not going back to that hotel in the daylight!" It was dusk when the two climbed up the steps of the Squirrel Inn. The judge came forward ofllcially to receive the report "He's?he's a perfect gentleman," whispered Mae to Jackie as she slipped by to her room. On the beach of Arrow island, on the leeward side, two sand hummocks that showed convincing evidence of having been leaned against might have been seen in the shimmering moonlight?and they were about SO far apart (TO BR C'ONTINtTED.) Postal Shbwer. The postal shower la likely to become an Institution. It Is designed Tof the benefit of a friend who has gone to live in a strange place The shower was originated by a woman living in St. Ixnils to encourage her son, a young lawyer, who had established an office in San Antonio, Tex. Knowing lie was bashful the mother wrote to all her friends, asking that each one send a post card to him, with some cheering message. In many cases a friend would encourage her awn friends to write also, and thus the lint grew. The young man got so | much mall matter that San Antone peoplt^got to think ho was a person ot some consequence, and they took tc him In great style. The "shower" worked so well In this instance thai the story sprend. Now the idea li aalnlng popularity by leaps and bounds and bids fair to spread while tho supply of lonesome friends holds MIL - % ' -? \ TWO WOMEN OF" PROMINENCE IN THEIR SPHERES European Princess and Scholarly American Brought to the Notice of Readers of the World's News. , ROYALTY IS TO WED ROYALTY Olga Elizabeth of Saxe-Altenburg Will Wed Count Carl Friedrlch von Puck- i ler in the Near Future?According to J. Picrpont Morgan Miss Belle De uosia vjrecn is inc ncveresi woman in the Country, and He Ought to Know, She Being His Principal Art Agent. BY choosing her husband from the circle of royalty, Princess Olga Elizabeth of Saxe-Altonburg has sprung a surprise on her noble family and the "neighbors." Count Karl Friedrlch von Puckler. who Is at the head of the Silesian family of that name, has fallen heir to the affections of Princess Olga, and the wedding will be held within the next few weeks at the castle of Saxo-Alt enburg at Albreehtsberg. near Dresden. Princess Olga is the eldest dnughtef of Prince Albert of Saxe-Altenburg. whose family is a branch of the rovnl family of Saxony. She is twenty-seven years of ago, and, like nil princesses. is beautiful and accomplished. Had Princess Olga followed tradition and done as many others of the Saxony clan did. she would hnve marrin/1 hnlnu* Knr cint inn It vvvic nv. ported that she would. Soveral times she threatened to boconio the wife of a man lacking her own quality of blood She took part in quite n number of escapades in which she was assisted by young men in a different class, but high grade In their own department. Prince Albert expected any minute to hear that his beloved daughter had become Mrs. John Jones (nee Princess Olga Elizabeth), but he has been happily disappointed. Big Wedding Celebration Planned. Tt Is believed possible that .lust because she has pleasAd her noble father and. cast her lot with another royal personage there will be something of a notable celebration when the nuptial vows are taken. It Is so unusual for the family of Saxony to become related to royal blood that it is felt a celebration is duo. This is not because the family of Saxony has not beeh able to marry better. No. Indeed. J It has been a popular belief among the young folk of tbe house that It was more romantic to marry "low." People unncquaint?d with roval stan- ^ dards would consider that the members of the Saxony family had mar- 1 rfed anything but "low." Count Knrl Friedrlch von Puckler tft some count. He Is n sportsman of , renown, and a favorite among the young men of his class. Ho Is an athlete of distinction; a horseman, hunt er, swimmer, et cetera Kver since ho took to his own foot ho has hoon Identified with pomo athletic competl- ( tlon. and Invarinhlo ho has made good. Ho Is considered handsome and a j veritable wizard among the women. ] Just when the prlnoosa and the j count dooido<l to surprise the eontl- , nont Is not known They wore thrown * together a Rood deal last summer, but. as far as royalty was aware, had boon widely separated over since, and there was no evidence in the meantime to show that the nresent affection was hlooming. The blushing flancee has been besieged with questions as to the evolution of her royal romance, but she has declined to speak for publication. The count as well Is maintaining a discreet silence, hut Intimates that same day It will alt come out Lovers Blessed by Prince Albert. Prince Albert In the meantime Is a happy noble. He never realized that his daughter vnnlH itn him an m-niKl Ho has gladly given his blessing lo the lovers, and vows that he will do something handsome for them when his daughter becomes Mrs. Count. A good deal of the prince's estate has been dissipated, but ho has enough left so that he and those around him can live in comfort for the rest of their days. Several court fetes will be given in honor of the Prlneesr Olga before the marriage is celebra ' These are expected to rival an" that have been given in the interior of the continent, and while they will he small they , will he choice in quality. The largest will probably be given hv the kaiser himself, who has likewise expressed satisfaction with the plans as i 11 they have thus far progressed. Ho declares he will do all he can to con- ^ tribute toward the happiness of the ' young people. a "NO EQUAL IN AMERICA:" !, J. P. MORGAN'S TRIBUTE 1 Miss Belle De Costa Green Has Great Financier's Full Confidence In All v Matters Pertaining to Art, Espe- a daily In Matters of Rare Books. li fl Miss Belle Do Coata Oreen the p cleverest woman In the country? c J. Plorpont Morgan saya she la ? Many eminent scholars bow to her v wonderful knowledge of books, curios t and history. I MR ?9 PRINCESS O'uGA OF Mr. Morgan has placed her In full charge of his great New York library. She hns spent as much as $42,000 for a single book, buying In tho Interests of Mr. Morgan, who has Implicit faith in her Judgment. She has an expert knowledge of Caxton's books and the rare ol*' prints of masters. Her opinion on relics of the pa-* such as ancient manuscripts and et ings. Is sought by the richest collectors in America. Sho recently bought eleven books for a total of $80,000. At auctions she will bid for hours with a coolness that astonishes the most experienced veterans. v,.in iru uv leeung ino paper when an unmarked book waa made. She goes all the way to Home for Information that seeuia moat trivial to the average peraon regarding rare 3ld editlona. Unlimited Financial Backing. She can draw on the richest man n the world for any amount she wants, providing It la spent wiaely. She kuows in her head the location tnd appearance of practically every volume on the shelves of the great Morgan library. She la young?barely twonty-slx. She la chic ?dresses In the latest i 'ash Ion. She la decidedly pretty, and haa the ' tir of a young belle of the Four Hun- , Ired. If you should see her walking down I K*ifth avenue in a picture hat, as you J night easily aeo her almost any day f you happened to be on Fifth avenue, ' fou would not believe that the young J bvoman with dark, brilliant eyes, was ; 1 Miss Belle De Costa Green. i I i inything more than one of the city's nany society girls, writes a New York ( :orrcspondcut. If you should be in- > rnriiici'f) tn hnr Hot/.*. ^ ? :aglng, vivacious chatter, you would lot believe she was anything less ban one of the most charming and topular of them all. Miss Hello Green began to learn ibout old books In the Princeton li?rary, where she made a special study if them under the direction of Junius dorgan, nephew of J Pierpont. She s familiar with every style of binding .nd type and illumiuated letter hrough three or four centuries. They .re all she cares particularly about n the way of books. Entirely Free From Affection. Seeing Miss Green in her home, one j lould still imagine that she was only , decidedly clever society girl, with | ntellectual tastes, judging from the , hkjkcuouh unit occupy a prominent dace In the living room of the apartnent, where she lives with her mothr One would also Judge that sho j j tas Interested In art, to Judge hy th? t apestrles on her wall and the carved * rlnkets on the mantel and tables and j t '$ V *' ~\*i : K ' V?S S A X E A L T E N f3 U R G ^ ^ wrltirR desk. When she tells you at this late day that she Is lust beirln ning to havo time to enjoy Ibsen you wonder whether opera, dancing or motoring has interfered with her education. It is not a simple matter to be librarian for such a collection as J. Pierpont Morgan has brought togeth- . er. One has to study in diverse fields and be ready at the slightest warning to identify any form of book that is put up for sale. For there are stolen books to be guarded against, as well as Hpurious. The book recently purchased for $42,000 was the famous William Cax- sjton edition of Sir Thomas Mallory's "Morte d'Arthur." Everything Caxton did is famous, they say. No one has ever been ablo to bind books quite aa beautifully as he did. Miss Green bought eleven of his books once for more than $80,000, and it was counted a remarkably shrewd bargain at that. She Knows Ait About Books. Mian flrnnn <u nnf no4 ?- ...MM VI* vvu AM UVb |fai VICUIM 1/ IUtereBted In a book unless It Is several hundred years old. But If It has the must of ages on it a book aroused her enthusiasm. She can tell you who printed and bound It, how many like It there are In the world, who owns them, what they paid for them and the circumstances of purchase and the state of preservation. She knows all about them. And she can tell by the paper. Sometimes she has to determine the point of time by a knowledge of contemporaneous thought. For instance, she fixed the date of one book by the picture of an obscure saint that was in vogue at a certain place at a certain time. Obedient to the current fashion In saints, the picture of this saint, practically unknown, was placed tn the book; and Miss Green, knowing all about the fashions in saints, was able to say when the book wan printed from that. When she doesn't know she does not hesitate to ask. She goes all the way to tue Vatican to ask the man there and makes frequent trips to Kurope in quest of information that would not seem of great importance to the average person. But it is important. Because if you don't know all these little things you may pay several thousand dollars for a book that is spurious, an imitation, a counterfeit. Smart Boy. "Dat boy," said a colored gentleman, eferrlng to his son, "w>, he's de martest chile in de Ian". Dat boy, *'y. he Is got er high edycation." "How far advanced 1b he?" some>ne asked. "Who, dat chile? W'y. he's mighty ligh got all de way, dat's how fur vanced he Is." "Well, but what can he do?" "Who, dat boy? Whut lz It he kaln io? He can read dese head signs shat de white folks paint on - de enoes. en it takes er mighty sharp ;hlle ter do dat. lemme tell yer. But lat ain't de climax o' whut he kin do. Io kin read dese leatherklvered x>oks. Mos' any boy kin read one o' jtM- u< ?iu ^upt'i - iiiirK uuiiKH, un any rdlnary pusscn kin han'le de newsmanors and pamAets, but when ho nkf'H down one o' dese b.eah leatheritvered books an' reads off de talk. *r'y he gwine ter be a lawyer, she's rer l>o'n. Doan talk ter me 'bout dat ;hlle, case I knows him. I'ae seed jlm han'lin* Aggers wld bof han's." "Old Moneybags can't please hia fount wife any way he tries, and yat te lives only for her." "Then why doesn't ho try dying tor SSjEBg