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Wran o ecty and ider - e.,body.7-Aryoung woman who SO diWra-I :.theinn and sub .~~uetly "~sapare . -suspected. bnj, for New.York srd ng5ow storm. tawas she mta a oung' woman in Sron' proesto be- the. womait k~a. -Wk, F'.-eei*g -that lthe' -dom te seivice fnridin her an wjo though uhe- loved him had caused her gret r -WrandN -determines to sheld her u*Avd- akes her, to her own .home Mrs. liene ars the. story of-Hetty Cas ife; except that portion that. re M-~,tq.WraudsiL 'This. and the story of Awedy,; she forbids the girl ever to a home, frendship rion account of the Sara .WzandaU -4 Betti uerets...Sara Wrandala -, rt ew after .n - a ny-eErrope. ,leslie ~otvfpiainmakes him Sara andbecomles greatly n Sarksees In' es -ftor revenge on tin for the ho -eat, tbe hands of his mur &b in .,com t randonr-BOoth. an Sara At hler countrY pl t- Sgaathat beI -mal Booth arduohra :7 -56' He speaks 4~ber Sa It must an Englsh her very much Non an evening di ret on this, ~ ~ i%~kd &~ar~change in Het ai been convers - ti5to them t~ethe kmeMlo&Ae&~ejqe' Impendft e eed tkbefrovIn )Mo - n~ for efme Tea ih e rpsed to a state wa Hi short of Sul ti 'he had been darSara volunteered a-; take h~ze agotor. An - t was the excuse e gael fre goirer with him. . eur. oy handsom - ver 'she came down to the o" he said to himself. "she :d lher Into the car with the P a ,ordwtier, and' she "smled Qy,.az a princess might id the days, when knight s atiimdown it his little '}I~at-&t, e -piutthe 'question that ~n~~thliiin his. mind all the 5~y~ow11tib liady stretch they had ~H~e.ver .seen petty Glynn, Sad was aways prepared. She-knew the..nestion would come when least 'Oh$e~'~ she 'eplied, with inter een ~ounoticed -the resem bJI'he3~are as like as two peast sn' t extraordnary?" ' was *s~it staggered. ;"I hate ex~eez H~ttyGlyain," he'replied. ~ You~iaveseen photographs sis~as 6comeof her?" he ask 4~iQT~herquestion. "Is she still :nows,' she .replied lightly. ~Eea~ghtande were together ~~l~trr~e aw her. Who knows? "It' Alt Tommy-Rot," He Growled. Sheimay hare married into the nobili ty by this time. She was a very poor actress,, but the loveliest thing in the worldexcepting our Hetty, ,. of Jf he- conuld have seen the troubled look in hr eyes as she was whirled off to the- village, he might not have gone about the cottage with such a blithesome air. He was happier than he had been in days, and all because of Betty Glynn!. Leslie Wrandall did not arrive by the evening train.- He telephoned late in the afternoon, not to Hetty but to Sara, to say that he was unavoidably detained and would not leave New York until the next morning. Some thing in his voice, in his manner of speaking, disturbed her. She went to bed that night with two sources of un easiness threatening her peace of mind. She scented peril. HAD SOMETHING LEFT OVERj Senator Was Wondering Just How He Would Employ the Remnant of .Hip Salary Left. Senator John K. Shields of Tenne see is a homnelover and likes his own1 fireside better than the gilded gloriesI of a gaudy hostelry, On his big planta tion out in his state he has a large, colonial mansion surrounded by sev eral hundred acres of fine land on which he pastures cattle, ponies and gohts. .But when he came to the capital ind sought to get a house suitable for fik Ipres and penates, he found it a inBGlt task. An energetic real es Smotored him and his wife -rnonehouse to another, each time he rrisil~ng skyward for the rent. ;ow th senator receives $7,000 a -er and if &epays out much for rent ewilhave to be pretty economical his food and clothing. So he .and Mrs. Shields tramped ~ ?huse oal kinds .for days. Ati Thc COM1/G//Z7'/P/2 A The imotor met him at the station II and Sara was waiting for him in the I cool, awning-covered verandah as he drove up. There was a' sullen, dissat- I isfied look in his face. She was stretch- I ed out comfortably, lazily, in a great chaise-lounge, her -black little slippers i peeping out at him with perfect aban donment. "Helo," he said shortly. She gave himt her hand. "Sorry I couldn't get I out last. night." He shook. her %ad I rather. ungraciously. "We. missed you," she sald.,"Pull up < a chair. I was never so lazy as now. Dear me, I am afraid I'll get stout and grs. "Spring. fever," he announced. He I was plainly out of sorts. "I'll stand, if t 'you, don't mind. . Beastly tiresome, sit- I ting in a hot, stuffy train." He took a couple of turns across the porch, his eyes shifting"in the eager, annoyed manner of 'one who seeks for something that, in the correct order of things, -ought to -be plainly visible. t "Please sit down, Leslie. You make I me nervous, frgnping about like that. We can't go In for half an hour or S more." "' "Can't- go In?" he demanded, aop ping..before her. He began tarpull at his little moustache. "No. Hetty's positn& They won't termit even me to disturb tLem." I He glared. With a final, almost dra matic twint he gave over jerking at iis moustache, and grabbed up a chair, t hChie put down beside her with a AC .Vsemance that saoke plainer' than words. . "I say," he began, eowling in the direction of the doorway, "how long is he geing to be at thid silly' job?" "Silly job? Why, it is to be a mas terpiece," she cried. "I asked you how long?" t "Oh, how can I tell? Weeks, per haps. One can't prod a genius." "It's . all tommy-rot," he growled. "i suppose Id better take the next train back'to town." "Don't you like talking with me?" she inquired, with a pout. "Of course I do," he made haste to < say. -"But do you mean to say they won't let anybody -in where- Oh, I say! This Is rich!" "Spectators upset the muse, or words to, that effect." He stired gloomily at his cigarette f case fbr a moment. Then he carefully selected .a cigarette and tapped it on the back of his hand. "See here, Sara, rm going to get thi'off .my ch~st," he said -bluntly. ( "I've been thinking It over all weeln ~ I. don't like' this portrait peinting non sense." "Dear me! Didn't you suggest it?" she intrired innocently, but all the ' time her heart was beating violent ~ time to the song-of triumpph. He was jealous. It was what she ~ wanted, what she had hoped for all ~ along. -Her purpose fnow was to en coura6 the ugly flame that tortured E him, to fan it into fury, to make it un endurable. She knew him well: His ~ supreme egoism' could not withstand ~ an attack upon its comptscency. Like ~ all the Wrandalls, he had the habit I of thinking too well of himself. He possessed a clearly-defined sense of 3 humor, but It did not begin to include ~ self-sacrifice among its endowments. C He had never- been able to laugh at himself for the excellent reason that some things were truly sacred to him. t She realized this, and promptly I laughed at him. He stiffened. I "Don't snicker, Sara," _he growled. C He took time to light his cigarette, and I at the, same time to consider his an- t swer to her question. "Iii a way, yes. I I suggested a tort, of portrait, of course. A' sketchy, thing, something I like that, you know. But not an all summer operation." I "But she doesn't mind," explained I Sara. "In fact, she Is enjoying It She I and Mr. Booth get on famously to- U gether." "She likes him, eh?" / "Certainly. Why shouldn't she like - him? He is adorable." - C He threw his cigarette over the rail ing. "Comes here every day, I sup- I pose?" "My dear Leslie, he Is to do me as I soon as he has finished with her. I don't like youir manner." "Oh," he said In a dull sort of won- I der. No one had ever cut him short C in just that way before. "What's up, I Sara? Have I done anything out of c the way?"I "You are very touchy, it seems to r me." "I'm 'sore about this confounded por- q trait monopoly." "I'm sorry, Leslie. I suppose you will have to give in, however. We are E tree to one against you-Hetty, Mr. Booth andLI" - "I see." he said, rather blankly. z hen he drew his chair closer. "See s ere, Sara, you know I'm terribly keen t; about her. I think about her, I dream a about her, I- oh. well, here It is in a' utshell: I'm in love with her. Now 'v o you understand?" u "I 'don't' see how you could help be- d ing in love with her,"'she said calmly. I believe It is a habit men have where she is concerned." "You're not surprised?" he cried. ? imself surprised. d "Not In the least." "I mean to ask her to marry me," regiment and ornate enough to suit o the Shah of Persia. He took them a over ltffrom top to bottom and at last t< stood up before them in the handsome tl library. 1 ."What Is the rent?" asked the sena- Ii tor, who was mightily pleased with the s: place. n "Very reasonable," replied the agent. "Only $6,500 a year." Senator Shields went over to a win dow and stood for a time In deep '5 thoughtI "Well. sir, what Is It that Is puz- z sling you?" inQuired the agent "Nothing much," remarked Shields, 3 "I was only thinking what I would do a with the other five hundred of my sal- t ary." Too Dangerous. Dr. Alexis Carrel, the famous sur- 1 gon of the Rockefeller Institute in New York, said the other day of an y experiment that he deemed danger "An experiment of that nature re minds me of the Cinnaminson carder. HOIx 4'of] or e Bar e announced with finality. This was ntended to' bowl her over completely. She looked at him for an instant, md then shook her head. "I'd like to ie able to wish you good luck." He stared. "You don't mean to say he'd be fool enough-" he began in redulously, but caught himself up in ime. "Of course, I'd have to take my hances," he concluded, with more hu ility than she had ever seen him dis Play. "Do you know of any one else?" "No," she said seriously. "She doesn't onfide in me to that extent, I fear. ve never asked." "Do you think there was any one ack there in England?" He put it i the past tense,' so to 'speak, as if here could be no question about the nreseA. "Oh, I dare say." He was regaining his complacency. That's neither .here nor there," he eclared. The thing I want you to do, ara, Is 'to rush this confounded por ait. I don't like the idea, not a little it." ",.don't blame you for being afraid (the attractive Mr. Booth," she said, ri a significant lifting of her eye rows. 'Tm going to have it over with be >re I go up to town, my dear girl," ie nnounced, in a matter-of-fact way. rve given the whole situation a Leuce of a lot of thought, and I've ciade up my mind to do it. I'm not he sort, you know, to delay matters nce my mind's made up. By Jove, 'ara. you ought to be pleased.' I'm ot such a rotten ctch, if I do say It rho shouldn't." She was perfectly still for a long me, so still that she did not appear > be breathing. Her eyes grew dark r, more mysterious. If he had taken e pains to notice, he would have seen bat her fingers were rigid. "I am pleased," she said, very gently. She cofild have shrieked the words. [ow she hated all these smug Wran alls! "I came to the decision yesterday," e went on, tapping the arm of the hair with his finger tips, as if timing is words with care. and precision. Spoke to dad about it at lunch. I as coming out on the five o'clock, as d planned, but he seemed to think d better talk it over with the mater rst. Not that she would be likely to ck up a row, you know, but-well. >r policy's sake. See what I mean? ecent thing to do, you know. She ever quite got over the way you and .hal stole a march on her. God knows m not like Chal" Her eyes narrowed again. "No," she aid, "you are not like your brother." "Chal was all right, mind you, in hat he did," he added hastily, noting e look. "I would do the same, 'pon y soul I would, if there were any nseless objections raised In my ase. But, of1 couse, It was right for e to talk Its over with her, just the ae. So I stayed in and gave them 1 the chance to say what they ought of me-and, incidentally, of [etty. Quite the decent thing, don't o think? A feligw's .mother is his sother, after all See what I mean?" "he is quite satisfied, then, that o are not throwing yourself away on iss Castleton," said .Sara, with a .eep breath, which he mistook for a "Oh,. trust mother to nose into bings. -She knows Miss Castleton's edigree from the ground up. There's )ebrett, you 'see. What's more, you an't fool her in a pinch. She knows ood when she sees it. Father hasn't e same sende of proportion, however. e says you never can tell." Sara was startled. "What do you sean?" "Oh, it's nothing to speak of; only a ray he has of grinding mother once a while. He uses you as an exam le to prove that you never can tell, d mother has to admit that he's Ight. You have upset every onie of er pet theories. She sees It now, but -whew! She couldn't see It in the d days, could she?" "I fear not," said she in a'-low voice. [er eyes smouldered. "It is quite nat ral that she should not want you to sake the mistake your brother made." "Oh, please don't put It that way, ara. You make me feel like a con munded prig, because that's what It omes to, with them, don't you know. nd yet my attitude ehas always been lear to them where you're concerned. was strong for you' from the begin ing. All that silly rot about-" "Please, please l" shae burst out, uivering all over. "I beg your pardon," he stammered. You-you know how I mean It, dear "Please leave me out of it, Leslie," be said, collecting herself. After a mo ient she went on calmly: "And so you re going to marry my poor little Het , and they are all pleased with the rrangeent." "If she'll have me," he said with a rink, as If to say there 'wasn't any se .doubting It. "They're tickled to "Vivian?" "Viv's a snob. She says Hetty's iuch too good for me, blood and bone. That business, says she, has a Wran all aspiring to the descendant ,of [enry the Eighth!" "'What!" wner how It happened, and in doing )shot him. When the police came arrest him he attempted to show iem how he had shot the owner, and doing so shot a constable. Later, showing the coroner how he had ot the constable, he shot the coro Short Story Writers. I asked H. G. Wells, while lunching rith him last month at the National iberal club in London, why he wrote o more short stories." The speaker ras an artist. He continued: "Mr. 'ells said that the're was very little oney In short et-ries. He said that tie yarns about the enormous sums aid by magazines for short stories ere mostly fakes-fakes got up by ditors, which writers~ supported out of anity. "In fact," Mr. Wells conclud d. "In fact, despite these fakes. 'ou'll find that all short story writers re short." Electric Power Preferred. Electric power has been adopted by FerJ r M0Cutcl 2 ByDMefAD & C*1?MP "The Murgatroyds go back to old Henry, straight as a plummet. 'Gad, what Vivvy doesn't know about Brit ish aristocracy isn't worth knowing. She looked it up the time they tried to convince her she ought to marry the duke. But she's fond of Hetty. She says she's a darling. She's right: Hetty is too good for me." Sara swished her gown about and rose gracefully from the chaise longue. Extending her hand to him she said, and he was never to forget the deep thrill in her voice: . "Well, I wish you good luck, Leslie. Don't take no- for an answer." "Lord, if sh'e should say no," he gasped, confronted by the possibility of such stupidity on Hetty's part. "You don't think she will?" Her answer was a smile of doubt, the effect of which was to destroy his tranquility for hours. "It is time for luncheon. I suppose ~1ij V He Blinked in' Astonishment, we'll have to interrupt them. Perhaps it is just as well, for your sake," she said tauntingly. He grinned, but It was a sickly ef fort. "You're the one to spoil anything of that sort," he said, with some as cerbty. "Certainly," he said with so much meaning in the word that she flushed. Hetty and Booth came into view at that instant. The paijiter was laying a soft, filmy scarf over the girl's bare shoulders as he followed close behind her. "Hello!" he cried, catching sight of Wrandall. "Train late, old chap? We've been expecting you for the last hour. How are you?" He came up with a frank, genuine smile of pleasure on his lips, his hand extended. Leslie rose to the occasion. His self-esteem was largers thaft his grievance. He shook Booth's hand heartily, almost exuberantly. "Didn't want to disturb you, Bran dy," he cried, cheerily. "Besides, Sara wouldn't let me." He then passed on to Hetty, who had lagged behind. Bending low over her hand, he said something commonplace in a very low tone, at the same time looking slyly out of the corner of his eye to see if Booth- was taking it all in. Finding that his friend was regarding him rath er fixedly, he obeyed a sudden impulse and raised the girl's slim hand to his lips. As suddenly he released her fin-. gers and straightened up with a look of surprise in his eyes; he had dis tinctly heard the agitated catch in her throat. She was staring at her hand in a stupefied sort of way, holding it rigid before her eyes for a moment before thrusting it behind her back as if it were a thing to be shielded from all scrutiny save her own. "You must not kiss it again, Mr. Wrandall," she said in a low, intense voice' . Then she passed him by and hurried up the stairs, without so much as a glance over her shoulder. He blinked in astenishment. All of, a sudden there swept over him the unique sensation of shyness-most' unique in him. He had never been ashamed before in all his life. Now he was curiously conscious of having overstepped the bounds, and for the first time to be shown his place by a girl. This to him, who had no scruples about boundary lines. All through luncheon he was vola tile and gay. There was a bright spot in his cheek, however, that betrayed him -to Sara, who already suspected the temper of his thoughts. He talked aeroplaning without cessation, direct ing most of his conversation to Booth, yet thrilled with pleasure eaich time Hetty laughed at his sallies. He was beginning to feel like a half-baked schoolboy in her presence, a miost ae plorable state of affairs he had to admit. "If you hate the trains so much, and your automobile is out of whack, 'why don't you try volplaning down from the Metropolitan tower?" de manded Booth in response to his lugu brious wail against the beastly luck of having to go about in railway coaches with a lot of red-eyed, nose blowing people who hadn't got used to their spring underwear yet. "Sinister suggestion, I must say," EARTH WORM OF MUCH VALUE Humble Assistant of Agric61tUrist Has Not H-itherto Been Given the Credit It Deserves. That the earth worm has some pur pose in life, aside from acting as fish bait, chicken feed or even being man gled in the interests of science, is now admitted by the observers who have been. studying him in his rela tions to the world. They descover that he Is a drain digger and practical lighting engineer. At any rate it Is now definitely es 'tablished that his holes in damp soil materially assist in carrying off the surplus moisture and admit light, two things which go far towards making that soil productive for the farmer. Furthermore, in digging these holes the earth worm brings the dirt to the surface in a finely pulverized con dition.'- It is a rich loam and thus pre pared Is extremely fertile. Of course a single worm is incap able of depositing a considerable nd ieon Olry he exclaimed. "You must be eager to see my life blood scattered all over creation. But, speaking of volplaning, I've had three lessons this week. Next week Bronson says I'll be flying like a gull. 'Gad, it's wonderful. I've had two tumbles, that's all-little ones, of course-net result a barked knee and a peeled elbow." "Watch out you're not flying like an angel before you get through with it, Les," cautioned the painter. "I see that a well-known society leader in Chicago was killed yesterday." "Oh,. I love the danger there is in t," said Wrandall carelessly. "That's what gives zest to the sport." "I love it, too," said Hetty, her eyes agleam. "The glorious feel of the wind as you rush through it! And yet one seems to be standing perfect ly still in the air when one is half a mile high and going fifty miles an hour. Oh, it Is wonderful, Mr. Wran dall." "I'll take you out in a week or two. Miss Castleton, if you'll trust your self with me." "I will go," she announced promptly. Booth frowned. "Better wait a bit," he counseled. "Risky business, Miss Castleton, flying about with fedgelings." "Oh, come now!" expostulated Wrandall with some heat. "Don't be a wet blanket, old man." "I was merely suggesting she'd bet ter wait till you've got used to your wings." % "Jimmy Van Wickle took his wife with him the third time up," said Les lie, as if that were the last word in aeroplaning. "It's common report that she keeps Jimmy level, no matter where she's got him," retorted Booth. "I dare say Miss Castleton can hold me level," said Leslie, with a pro found 'bow to her. "Can't you, Miss Castlpeton?" She smiled. "Oh, as for that, Mr. Wrandall, I think we can all tr'ust you to cling pretty closely to your own level." "Rather ambiguous, that," he re marked dubiously. "She means you never get below it, Leslie," said- Booth, enjoying himself. "That's the one, great principle in aeroplaning," said Wrandall, quick to reovqr. "Vivian says I'll break my neck some day, but admits it will be a besoic way of doing it. Much nobler than pitching out of an automobile or catapulting over a horse's head in Central park." He paused for effect before venturing his 'next conclusion. It must be ineffably sublime, being squashed-or is it squshed?-after a drop of a mile or so, isn't it?" -He looked to see Miss Castleton wince, and was some'what dashed to ind that she was lookiafg out of the window, qgaite oblivious to the peril e was in figuratively for her special onsideration. - '- - Booth ' was acutely reminded that the term "prig" as applied to Leslie was a misnomer; he hated the thought of the other word, which re lectively he rhymad with "pad." It occurred to him early in the course of this one-sided discussion that the hostess was znaking no ef fort to take part ii it, whether from lack of interest or because of its friv olous nature he was, of course un able to determine. Later, he was struck by the curious pallor of her face, and the lack-luster expression f her eyes. She seldom removed her gaze from Wrandall's face, and yet there persisted in the observer's mind the rather uncanny impression that she did not hear a word her brother-in-law was saying. He, in turn, took to watching her covertly. At nb time did her expression change. or reasonsi of his own, he did not attempt to dra* her into the conver saion, fascinated as he was by the study of that beautiful, emotionless face. Once he had th4 queer sensa tion of feeling, rather than seeing, a haunted look in her eyes, but he put it down to fancy en his part. And Leslie babbled on in blissful ignorance of, not to say disregard for, this. strange -ghost at the feast, for, to Booth's mind, the ghost of Challis Wrandall was there. Turning to Miiss Castleton with a significant look in his eyes, meant to to call her attention~ to Mrs. Wrandall, he was amazed to find that every yes tige of color had gone from the girl's face. She was listenings to Wrand'all and replying in monosyllables, but that she was aware of the other wom an's abstraction was not for an in stant to be doubted. Suddenly, after a quick glance at Sara's face, she looked squarely into Booth's eyes, and he saw in hers an expression of actual concern, if not alarm. Leslie was in the middle of a een tence when Sara laughed aloud, with out excuse or reason. The next in. stant she was looking from one to the other in a dazed sort of way, as if coming out of a dream. Wrandall turned bcarlet. There had been nothing in his remarks to call for a laugh, he was quite sure of that. Flushing slightly, she murmured some thing about having -thought of an amusing story, and begged him toc go on, she wouldn't be rude again. He had little zest for continuing the subject and sullenly disposed of it i.a a word or two. ground, the scientist figures that the daily deposit by earth worm excava tion amounts to 50 pounds for every acre which they inhabit. This scat tered' over the leaves and mold ai ready there has a distinct fertilizing value, which, in conjunction with the effect of light and drainage already noted, would seem to entitle the earthl worm to~ a respect which he has not hitherto enjoyed. She Was No Easy Mark. Martha is seven, and has shown more than' ordinary childish ave to learning lessons, being washe having curls made smooth an and less than the average , fairy-tales. One day upon her retu day school she was quest' what she had learned fron teacher this time. She criec flashing eyes and an indign her pretty head. "Why, m teacher told me today that eY '' the Children of Israel wal! . the Red sea and not gt "lWh::t te devil was there to li at, Brandy?" he demanded of friend after the women had left th together on the porch a few minu later. Hetty had gone upstairs % Mrs. Wrandall, her arm clasped tij ly about the older woman's waist "I dare say she was thinking ab you falling a mile or two," said Bo pleasantly. But he was perplexed. CHAPTER X. inn Proposes. The young men coled their hi for an hour before word was brou down to them that Mrs. Wran, begged to be excused for the af noon on account of a severe hi ache. Miss Castleton was with I but would be down later on. M4 while they were to make themsel at home, and so on and so forth., Booth took his departure, lea' Leslie in sole possession of the po He was restless, nervous, excit half-afraid to stay there and face I ty with the proposal he was de mined to make, and wholly afraid forsake the porch and run the risk missing her altogether if. she C9 down a signified. Several thi disturbed him. One was Hetty's plorable failure to hang on his wc as he had fondly expected her to and then there was that very dis eting laugh of Sara's. A hund times over he repeateA to himself I sickening question: "What the d, was there to laugh at?" and no swer suggested itself. He was de edly cross about it. Another hour passed. His "hl were quite cool by this time, but, blood was boiling. This was a de of a wiy to treat a fellow who gone to the trouble to come all way out in a stuffy train, by Jove was! With considerable asperity rang for a servant and comman him to fetch a time table, and to quick about it, as there might b train leaving before he .could get b if it took him as long to find it it took other people to-remember t obligations! His sarcasm failed impress Murray, who said he thou there was a schedule in Mrs. W1 dall's room, and he'd get It as 9 as the way was clear, If Mr. Wran4 didn't mind waiting. "If I minded waiting," snapped I lie, "I wouldn't be here now." As the footman was leaving, Sal automobile whirled up to the pO cochere. "Who is going out, Murray?" called in surprise. "Miss Castleton, sir. For the sir." "The deuce you say!" gasped harassed Mr. WrandalL. It was pretty kettle of fish! Hetty appeared a few minutes la attired for motoring. "Oh, there you are," she said, ei ig him. "I am going for a 5] Want to come al'ng?" He syallowed hard. The ends his mustache described a pair of solutely horizontal exciamat points. "If you don't mind being cumbered," he remarked sourly. T"I don't in the least mind," said'i sweetly. ''Where are you going?" he- as: Iwithout much enthusiasm. He wai 'to be caught appearing eager, not Besides, It wasn't anything to be:1 pant about. "Yonder," she said with a lib4 wepoher arm, tak n.in the wi "What the Devil Was There to La at, Brandy?" landscape. "And be home in timi dress for dinner," she added, as i relieve his mind. "Good Lord!" he groaned, "do have to eat again?" .' "We have to dress for it, atle she replied. "I'll go,"- je exclimed, and am1 off to secure a cap and coat. "Sara has planned for a run Lenox tomorrow if it <|loesn't ra she informed him on his return. "Oh," he said, staring. "Booth a day off on the portrait, then." I"Being Sunday," rhe smiled. knock off on Sundags and bank I days. But, after all, he doesn't re get a holiday. He is to go with poor fellow." (TO BE CONTINUED.) Smokeless Dentroyers. The United States aavy departs aims to develop to perfection smokeless torpedo boat destro just as the navies ci all the other tions are trying. to d1o; but a ret test gave results mo3st gratifying the officials. It was shown dining annual speed tests of the third fourth groups, including ten vessel The Jouett exceeded her* cont speed by averaging 32.9. 6n a hours' run. The Bealefoio the' hornets," carried off 4 he smoke rho rig 109 per cent. She ith absolu.tely om her funnels. d Deep Sea. in his "Expedi1 giment" (to the]1 ed In London in 1 mand charged a were some dista ~ve d not elevate t) edecemtheir shot be to dro ckey's men, OLD RUSSIAN'OHURCW Interesting Ruins Found'at Fort Ross, California. Structure Was Built by Members of Russian-American Fur Company Expedition in 1813 and Used for Place of Worship. San Francisco.-At Fort Ross, Cali gh fornia, some fifty miles north of San his Francisco, there are the very interest em Ing remains of what was once a church tes of the Holy Orthodox religion-as the ith members of the Eastern or Greek ht- church call their faith. It was in 1809 that an expedition of the Russian :mt American Fur company came south th from Sitka, and made a settlement at Bodega' bay, which they called Port Rumiantsof. Two years later they chose a position for their main post about twenty miles farther north, a little beyond the Russian river, which they called the Slavianka. At this el point, which they named Ros, or Rus, ght they built a fort with watchtowers and all mounted 40 cannon. ter- The settlement was ostensibly only ad- a peaceful trading post and a center ier, for sealing operations. There was no an- reason, however, in the character of ves the Indian inhabitants of the region. for a post of such strength, and it Ing seems probable that the company. in -ch. tended to hold the territory as a Rag ed; sian celony, and by gradual settlement let- farther south, to offer an effective ter- challenge to the claims of Spain to the to coast region north of San Francisco. of The fort was built of heavy 'red .me wood timbers. It was about one hun 1gP dred yards square, and contained the de- quarters of the officers and men, work rds shops, warehouses, granaries, a wind do; mill, and, of course, bathhouses. The lui- population varied between two hun red dred and four hundred, inclusive of hat some Aleuts who were employed in, "ll the sealing and sea-otter industry. The an- fur business grew to be large and id- very profitable. Sir George fEPmpson, the governor.of the Hudson Bay com el pany, who visited Fort Ross in 1841, his reported that up to that time no less e than eighty thousand sea-otter skins 'd alone had been taken and marketed by the the Russian-American company. In It 1813 the Russians built a church, and. he there the.gorgeous ritual of the Greek led Catholic church was conducted until be the close df the Russian occupation. a That came In 1842. There was con ick stant friction between the Russians as and the Spanish and Mexican gbvern eir ments. In 1824 the Russian govern to ment bound itself, 'by the treaty of ght London, not to acquire territory on an- the Pacific coast south of 54 degrees ) 40 minutes latitude. So there was noth ling. for the fur company to do but to seek a purchaser for the settlement. 'es After the Hudson Bay co'mpany had refused to buy the property, It was sold In 1840 to "Captain" Sutter, who lives in California history as the owner of heSutter's mill, where gold was first dis the - ofo h usa hrh :er, e i 88 H ad$3,0 o 97- uligsadohrefet tFr >n. Rs n orsalrstlmnsI heTherae Rofewlc of the Russian. K' occualdingstl tod bter eent at Fort be Ross. The forimanlernsettlementstin Tndr, ad pawrelts of ther ocasean yet be seen. The church was in fair con'dition until the great .earthquake of'1906, which threw the roof, wilth Its kuaint cupola and belfry, to the. ground. But even then the massive timbers, fastened with hand-wrought bolts and spikes, held together. TRIALS OF YE -OLDEN DRINKER No Inebriate of Today Would Stand for the Rule as Here Outlined London.-Here Is an extract from the Diocesan Registry at Gloucester which would make a modern drinker sit up. "Drunks".-were ordered, the record .states, to stand up on the coming Sun day after the homily and say: ugh "We are sorie for our intemperance in .oyer moche drynke, inteitiIng to amende ourselves for hensforthe and totolyye sobrelye, and the learne the tocreed, the lord's prayer and the ten commandments, bye the feasts of all ~saints next." This was in August, 1551. lsd BUGS PAINTED ON CHEEKS to Birds and Beetles In Natural Colors hAdow'n the Faces of Paris Beauties. Paris. - Designs painted on the W cheeks are the latest barbarous eccen ioll- tricity 'indulged In by ParisennesI, ullV which is ousting the colored wigs. US, The fad now is to' have a miniature work of art in the form of a bird, bug, lizard or what not painted in natural " colors on the cheek. Leng Safeblowers Obliged. th", Stockton, Cal-"DonI't blow the safe. yeii Here's the combination. us A note bearing these words was eri.i found by cracksmen when they en tg tered the plumbing establishment of thi Pahl de Henry, in the business dis and trict. They followed directioni and B made away with $8.50. -act "There's no sense In having a $300 two safe wrecked when there is only $8.50 sea in it-," a member of the firm explained Less ubsequently. no Makes a Comparison. Philadelphii.-Bishop Kinsolving of southern Brazil, in contrasting the -home life of George Washington to, idn that in Newport and Reno, feclared~ ow that the homes of rich soci~t people 37, today "exude a noxious m I poison." e - Onion F - Is Nearr Fhe Springfield, -Ani onion famine elf threatens .he Rerves In the "so source of sil few hun ~ . - Craze 1ft'th eled Diaat ce Prevailed 14"Society A well-known New York "* and his wife went to A afternoon with the idea of d4 ! tle incognito dancing. One oft fessional partners approached "May I have the pleasureC-*e The lady was gracious ~ and - the" whirled off into a lively onedte3 - When the number was over the ic% man's wife complimented the profe% - sional on his dancing. "Thank you, Mrs. Blank," he mu, mured, calling her by her real namn. The husband pricked up his ear "How the deuoe did you know whoI were?" he asked. "You don't remember me?" skld the professional cavalier, straighteningh beautifully tailored figurec "I was your chaufe two years o RINGWORM SPREAD ON HAND R. F. D. No. 2, Box 67, EllIjay, Ga. "My' son's ringworm began on .,the back of his hand. A fiery red spot came about as large as a dime anAit would itch so badly he would scratch it till It bled.' It began to spread Vt it went all over-his hand. He would just scream every time I went to washi It. The nail came off on the middle finger./ "I used -- and It got worse al the time. The tfoiblel.asted t3-w^ or three moiths. Then I senan got some Cuticura Soap and ,Ontnimba began to use them. I wouldsash his hand with theNCutcuraSoap'assi dry it good and apply the Cutimu-. Ointment. Relief was found In tw: or three days and the ringworm wa cured In two weeks after using Cuat: cura Soap and Ointment." (Signed, Josle Parks, Jan. 4, 1913. - Cuticura Soap and 01pntmqn sAd throughout the world. Sampt eh free,with 32-p. kIn Book. Ldrasiost card "Cuticura, Defi. L, Bt"- . The Fortunat Mr. V. There is a theatricl- magnate - New York who is up on'the ndedW~ the tired business man, but alttle ab shy on general education. In his o0e they were discussing the .prevalet hrd -times-thatrical and otheisbe. "Wen," 4e said, "there's oneguy this town- that I evy.- e-' busy zyi the time. . verywhere-ggoI see pec, pie using his neW s. - "Who's that?" inbuired one of Vie company, thatmalce6 hy, this guy ac u e1 an them patent cleaners' - DRINK LoTS OF T TO FLUSH THE KIi!YS Eat Lad Meat and Take' o atts fco Backaiche -or Bladder Trouble * ~ -~4(etraIze Acids. Uric aid in meat excites the neys, they become overworked; gt sluggish, ache, and feet like Iuamps of lead. The urina beccoies cloudy; the bladder is irritated, .m- o may be .obged to seek reltoor tthree times during thesIght When the kid nys clog, you.must- helf them jush off the body's urinous waste ors yeumf be a res! sick person shortly. At' r you feel a dull misery athekley region, you suffer frorgmu ca, e headacie, disnan=sai Isgti- jour, tngue coated- and you frhenec twinges when,~ wetris bad. Eat -less drinklilots-of waer: also -get from audy pharmnacist '(our ounces of Jad Salts; takeg a- e spoonful In a glass :o2 water be re" brakfast: for - a .few days end -our' kdneys will then set fine. - mos salfs tis made from et afei of grapes and lemon juliecotid ned with lithia, .arid lies been uiil Mr generations to clean clogged.:in r and stimulate them to& normal activ ty, also to n'eutralize'the acids in urin3 so It no'longer is a source of irr .' tion, thus ending bladder weak'ness Jad-Sults Is Inexpensive, caflt in juret makes a ~delightful efterveOeen ltha~water drink which q erv should take-now and then to k e kidneys' clean - and active. Drngia here say they sell lots of Jad~alts to folks who believe In overconidg' ki ney trouble whilerI1s1 nly trouble. Nothing4 New to Operator. "We shoUld he-pestient and forbe-o ig toward. our fellowinan," saldW ready-made philosopher; "geilore. forgiving .and eager to aspit.." "uph!" exclaimed thd telephioner erator; "you've'got to be alltbat a:-A more .In order to hold this siuatio'' Literally. 'Intrhtgirl's talk k1rming" Shsuedoes murder the king's LONG SICKNESS Yelds TO Lyh .Pz hads Vegetahl Elkhsrt,Ind.:-"I ar tee yersreead I bn, awful bearlng down ., feeling.; was de .- palewithdflheLy . --:----eyes I badsix'de tors from whom I received only temn -e rary reEef. Idided to giveLydia a Pnam's Vegetable Compound a fM tialandaiotenatv Wak.fhev now used the remedies for folrioths and cannot express my thaid awhat they have done for me. "If these Enes wilbet s enent you have my ?""a- touhbiss them.-Mrs saW eWs nusB 4r James Sreet, hEfbr~Ima Lydia E. Pinhm'Vegt'aeori cntaisuno nareotie or harmfu1&udr;, snt-dayhods the recordfbingtet prove this fac ble~o l>eLo-o ereb a wo;n lordet Con ddenca ~ I *