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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.
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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
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"Let Him Have It a Bit."
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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
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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
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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 ' <
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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
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"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
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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.
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"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 ;
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Miss Belle De Costa Green. i
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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
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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
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