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YNPSIS. '4 rakf is found murdered .n rew York. Mrs. Wran -from the city and idea .tb boi A oung woman 'who ac rNfkdaUl to the inn and'sub disappeared, is suspected. $ PW. anan'-starts back for New York 7 dtaring a: binding snow storm. emeets a*young woman in whq--p~e-to b* the woman _ *kM"d WraudalL eeling that the r hadeine her a. serie In ridding her Man who though she loved him caused her great sorrow. determines to shield her her to. her own home.- Mrs. hears the story of Betty Cas p1 ex t that portion that re ~ t Wrandal. hs and the stoo she forbids the girl ever to -Betty a home. friendship from peril, on account of the W andaU ,nd Hetty re -."New Tork aftersan absence of a -Tesle Wrandan. brother becomes greatly interested in iar sees in LesDes -Infatuation or revenge .on the' Wraidalls n for the wrongs- she suf Ite~5o af&lis Wrandall -by hi m rt.ere Int the family. company with his friend Bran an artist visits Sara at her a esli .confesses to Sara ^fa. in love with Hetty. Sara Ifth Boo~th to- paint a picWte Of hab e-tghat, ,43ooth has 's.haunating feelingta seen - .fty before ooking of pictures by an un-. Ps artist .he : dis one of - to herebout it. Betty P musta a picture of Hetty actress., who resembles :_loh. to ..his chagrin etty. .Booth and -for each -other. hat she-can never Hetty admits to Sara "t ara declares that -Leslie, who- mut be ibsa -brother's. debt to the attempts to teL the -aed'ud Sara ba ' n.eie that s~lai Betty'peas 'tes1ve that after hha.a a 'rmain no 1 e. l~t -0At-se she ays, itha heh ..esfher to London. In -M.ami no Heer., rtty' uta% o he htd OqIrz6T q In' )er refusal. to -tsc t AT keeps them Sae alone' can or America de get tory from Sara. yy -ontinku&ed. weeks pped by. He was with amost' -Other people came somes for rather protract t othe in quest or pillage at f~ly bidge table, but he was ng - Ther, were times r-i,"ngot he detected a ten aver, but each cunning at his part to encourage -the ariably brought a certain 2l gh into her eyes and he ~?off n defeat. Something kept *L1Xkhimn howeV'er, that the hour bent come when she would Iher resolution; when frank - Wuld meet frankness, and the ! ~e efbe lifted. . Ther6 were .no letters from Hetty, Soword of any description. If Sara - ksw anythingof the girl's movements - she did not take Booth into her confi ni4ce. 'eslie Wrandall went abroad in Au gtostensiblyt to attend ihe aviation 5m tsin France and England. His ni.n7m~ er and sister sailed in September, :before the -entire colony of they were a part had begun to Saraand Booth with arelish 7~a bviously distastef Il to the )~hrthsre -is .smoke there is fire, egosps, and forthwith pro carry faggots. ~ week or so before ailing, Mrs. 4 m nd Wrandall had Booth in for 'od Heavens, .Vivi" He Cried, Un - ~-. -'comfortably. "-dnng'r. -think she said en famille. SAt any rate, Sara was not asked, - -which Is proof enough that she was bent-on making It a family affair. - :After dinner,. Booth sat In the screenedi upper balcony with Vivian. eLHOliked her. She was a keen-witted, plain-spoken young woman, with few - pfase Ideals and no subtlety. She was '-'less - snobbish than arrogant. Of all .the-Wrandalls, she was the least self e' entered. Iaslie never quite under !stood her for the paradoxical reason - thatahe thoroughly understood him. - ,y"You know, Brandon," she -said, inft a long silence between them, -"they've been setting my cap for you for a& long, long time." She blew a ti tream of cigarette smoke toward WOeULD MiARK ALL CRIMINALS WOJaS Suggestion to Mayor of New Yoric la to Have Themn All Ap propriately Tattooed. Among the helpfal letters daily re ceived by Mayor Mitchel came one the other day signed "Mine. Mercury," the -New York Sun states. She wrote that -s ce all other forms of punishment bad failed she would suggest that each cInalbe tattooed with a suitable rkacros his forehead or on the a' &ic oke" she said, "should ~~4~,ngfngered red hand grasp tattooed on the cheek. A should have a black ~~t~~rcedi ith a red, dagger, a be marked with a 14za sping a gun, grafters ith dgrasplig the long green, thugs marked wi a blue hand grasp bl5a(ak, burglars -marked with adoglqcekd ick. "pease give this system a trial," sheaskd. itis humane and will not reqfre any ertra- exense. See how anguman, iclkpockets, murderers yj?/Q/K/5Y-12 WY He started. It was a bolt from a 'h clear sky. "The deucel"t "Yes," she went on in the most cas ual tone, "mother's had her heart set on it for months. You were supposed a to' be mine at first sight, I believe. 1 Please don't look so uneasy.' I'm not gping to propose to you." She laughed her little ironic laugh. "So that is the way things stood, eh?" he said, still a little amazed by k her candor. r "Yes. And what Is more to the ti point, I am quite sure I should have , said yes if you had asked me. Sounds DI Add, doesn't it? Rather anusing, too, T being able to discuss it so unreserved- S; ly, isn't it?" "Good heavens, Viv!" he cried un- it omfortably. "I-I had no Idea you o eared-" ti "Cared!" she cried, as he pauseld. 'I don't care two pins for you in that sc wray. But I would have married you, lust the same, because you are worth narrying. I'd very much rather have a iou- for a husband than any man I knoir, but as for loving you! Pooh! ['d love you in just the way mother oves father, and4I wouldn't have been L bit more trouble to you than she is I :0 him." "Gad, you don't mind what you say!" "Failing to nab you, Brandy, I dare say I'll 'ave to come down to a duke, :r, who knows? maybe a mere prince. [t. Isn't very enterprising, is it? And e :ertainly it isn't a gay prospect. Real ty, ,Iihd hoped you would have me. [.fl attermyself, I suppose, but, hon estly qnow, we would have made a rather nice - looking couple, wouldn't 4 "Youdiatter me," he said. "Butshe resumed calmly exhal ing, "yo ery. foolishly fell in love with .some one else, and it wasn't kecessai7 for -me to pretend that I was in love with you-which I should have done, believe me, if you had given me the chance. You fell in love, arst with Hetty Castleton." "First?" he -cried, frowning. H "And now you are heels over head in love with my beautiful sister-in-law. Which all goes to prove that I would 'w have made just the kind of wife. you b eed, considering your tendency to di fuctuate. But how dreadful it would tj have been for a sentimental, loving a girl like Hetty! He sat bolt upright and stared hard it her. cl "See here, Viv, what the dickens are you driving at? I'm not in love with r Sara-not in the least-and-" He checked himself sharply. "What ,an b ass I am! You're guying me." -"In any event, I am right about Bet- B ty," she-said, leaning forwrard, her man- s ner quite serious. "It It wHi ease you mind," he said y stiffly, "I plead guilty with all my heart." h . She favo~rad.hgu. witirir- slight frown of annoyance. i "And you deny the fluctuating h charge?" "Most positively. I can .afford to be h< Lonest with you, .Viv. You 'are a :orker. I love Hetty Castleton with al all my soul." She leaned back in her chair. "Then Si why don't you dignify your soul by be ng honest with her?" ,. h) "What do you mean?" ai For a half-minute she was silent iz 'Are you and I of the same stripe, fter all? Would you marry Sara pc without loving her, as I would -have tr lone by you? It doesn't seem like la ou. Brandon." fc "Good heaven, I'm not going to an marry Sara!" he blurted out. "It's 0' ever entered my head." "Perhaps it has entered hers." ti "Nonsense.! She isn't going to he marry anybody. And she knows how I he feel toward Hetty. If It came to the n point where I decided to marry with- u out love, 'pen my soul, Vlv, I believe h: I'd pick you out as the victim." h: "Wonderful combination!" she said S, with a frank laugh. "The quintes sence of 'no love lost.' But to resume! ti Do you know that people are saying .p: you are to be married before the -win ter is over?". "Let 'em say It," he said gruffly. "Oh, well,' she said, dispatching It p all with a gesture, "if that's the way n you feel about it, there's- no more to S be said." He was ashamed. "I beg your par don, I shouldn't have 'said that." y "You see," she went on, reverting to y the original topic, "people who know n Sara are likely to credit her with mo- n tives you appear to be totally igfiorant of. She set her heart on my brother h Challis, when she was a great deal q younger than she Is now, and she got him. If age and experience count for tc anything, how capable she . must be I by this time." He was too wise to venture an opin- s~ Ion. "I assure you she has no designs p on me." "Perhaps not. But I fancy that even d you could not escape as St. Anthony did. She Is most alluring." "You don't like her."e "Obviously. And yet I don't dislike her. She has the virtue of consist ency, if one may use the expression. sa She loved my brother. Leslie says e4 she should have hated him. We have h: tried to like her. I thnklIhave come a nearer to it than any of the others, not excepting Leslie, who has always been a] and thieves the police can tattoo in bi the next 12 months, and you will real- -w ize the old axiom of 'catching before o, anging.' bl "This system would lower the cost tU of living, reduce the cost of maintain- 12 Ing prisons and make all the poor and criminals self-supporting, taxpaying a citizens. "The revolution that I suggest in t2 the system of handling crime and crim- u' Inals will rotate the wheels of crime backward into oblivion in time." The mayor received Mine. Mercury's suggestions to late to incorporate h4 them In the Goethals police bills. -w Would Penetrate the Earth,.g One of the most Ingenious projects be4 for harnessing the forces of nature is to that conceived by Sir William Ram- in say, and, despite Its daring nature, it P: has been well received in high sci- w entific circles. an His plan is to take the heat of the tU earth's interior- by means of huge bore 111 holes. These shafts would be sunk w eep into the earth so that they pene- -en trated into large coal -seams. By it dfoI eBar M0/W64R MVC7DYNOY: C*A 3r champion. I suppose you know 1at he was -your rival at one time." "He mentioned it," said Booth drily. "I should have been very much dis Vpointed in her if she had accepted "Indeed?" "I, sometimes wonder if Sara spiked esalie's guns .,r him." "I can teVyou something you don't ow, 'n," said he. "Sara was Ltherkeen about making a match tere." Vivian's smile was slow but trium iant. "That is just what I thought. here you are! Doesn't that explain "In a measure, yes. But, you see, developed that Hetty cared for some ie else, and that put a stop to every dng." "Am I to take it that you are the >me one else?" "Yes," he said soberly. "Then, may I ask why she went way so suddenly?" "You may ask, but I can't answer." "Do you want my opinion? She sr Eyes Were Moody, Her Voice Rather Lifeless. ent -iway because Sara, failing In r plan to marry her off to Leslie, wcided that it would be fatal to a cer in project of her own If she re ained on the field of action. Do I ake myself clear?" "Oh, you are away off In your con uslois, VIv." '"Time will tell," was here cabalistic ~joindei-. Her father appeared on the lawn slow and called up to them. "You are wanted at the telephone, randon.. I've just been talking to "Did she call you up, father?" asked ivian, leaning over the rail. "Yes. About nothing in particular, swever." She turned upon Booth with a mocy ~g smile. He felt the color rush t~o Ls face, and was angry with himself. He went to the telephone. Almost 3r first words were these: "What has Vivian been telling you acgut me, Brandon?" He actually gasped. "Goog heavens, He heard her low laugh. "So she is been saying things, has she?" she ked. "I thought so. I've had it my bones tonight." He was at a loss for words. It was asitively uncanny. As he stood there, ylng to think of a trivial remark, her ugh 'came to him again over the wire, Ilowed by a drawling "good night," id then the soughing of the wind rer the "op'en" wire. The next day he called her up on e telephone quite early. He knew. sr habits. She would be .abroad in ir gardens by eight o'clock. He re embered well that Leslie, in com enting on her absurdly early hours, id once said that her "early bird" abit was hereditary: she got It from abastian. "What put It into your head, Sara, at Vivian was saying anything un easant about you last night?" "Magic," she replied succinctly. "Rubbish!" "I have a magic tapestry that trans >rts me, hither and thither, and by Lght I always carry Aladdin's- lamp. , yotu see, I see and hear everything" "Be sensible." "Very well. I will be sensible. .If an intend to be influenced by what luvian or her mother said to you last Ight, I think you'd be wise to avoid Le from this time on." Prepared though he was, he blinked la eyes and said something she didn't rite catch. She went on: "Moreover, in addition my attainments in the black art, am quite as clever as Mr. Sherlock olmes in some respects. I really do me splendid deducing. In the first tace, you were asked there and I as not. Why? Because I waA to be scussed. You see-" "Marvelous!" he interrupted loudly. "You were to be told that I have 'uel designs upon you." "Go on, please." "And all that sort of thing," she 1id sweepingly, and he could almost e the inclusive gesture with her free m~d. He laughed but still marveled the shrewdness of her perceptions. "I'll come over this afternoon and. iow you wherein you are wrong," he a fired until it burned like some onderful infernal furnace. By means pipes the gas given off by this irning coal would be conveyed to te surface and in various ways util ed for power purposes. The advantage of this scheme is at power could be derived from coal u t lay in Its natural element, and to cost of mining it and bringing it to the gurface would be avoided. Methods of Brother Sly. "Brother Philander," said I to our uad deacon the other morning as we ere walking home from services, "I ~tice that Brother Sly Is talking a od deal of late about church mem *rs giving a tenth of all they make the Lord. Do you really think Sly tends to do it?" "Yes," replied 2llander with a tired grunt, "Sly al sys talks that way when he has had unusually lean year. This Is one of em." Philander doesn't like Sly a ;tle bit and one day told me that hen he (Sly) gave $20 on the preach 's salary he expected two-thirds- of to be taken out in prayer.-Kansas 1eon held as an inducement to the morbidly curious who always seek out the grue some and gloat even as they shudder. For a long time she stood immov able just inside the door, recalling the horrid picture of another day. She tried to imagine the scene that had been enacted there with gentle, lov able Hetty Glynn and her whilom husband as the principal characters. The girl had told the whole story of that uglynight. Sara tried-to see it as it actually had transpired. For months this present enterprise had been in her mind:, the desire to see the place again, to go there with old impressions which she could leave be hind when ready to emerge in a new frame of mind. It was true that she meant to shake off the shackles of a horrid dream, to purge herself of the last vestige of bitterness, to cleanse her mind of certain thoughts and mem ories. Downstairs Booth waited for her. He heard the story of the tragedy from the innkeeper, who crossly maintained that his business had been ruined. Booth was vaguely impressed, he knew not why, by Burton's description -of the missing woman. 'I'd say she was about the size of Mrs. Wrandall her self, and much the same fngger," he said,. as he had -said a thousand times before. "My wife noticed it the min ute she saw Mrs. Wrandall. Same height and everything." A bell rang sharply and Burton glanced over his shoulder at the indi cator on the wall behind the desk. He gave a great start and his jaw sagged. "Great Scott!" he gasped. A curi ous grayness stole over his face. "It's -it's the bell in that very room. My soul, what can-", "Mrs. Wrandall Is up there, Isn't she?" demanded Booth. "It ain't rung since the night he pushed -the button for- Oh, gee! You're right. She Is up there. My. what a scare it gave me." He wiped his brow. Turning to a boy, he com manded Mm to answer the bell. The boy went slowly, and as he went he removed his hands from his pockets. He came back an instant later, more swiftly than he went, with the word that "the lady up there" wanted Mr. Booth to come upstairs. She was waiting for him in the open doorway. A shaft of bright sunlight f*om a window at the end of the hall fell upon her. Her face was colorless, haggard. He paused for an instant to contrast her-as she stood there In the pitiless light with the vivid creature he had put upon canvas so recently. She beckoned to 'him and turned back into the room. He followed. "This is the raom, Brandon, where my husband met the death he de served," she said quietly. "Deserved? Good heavens, Sara, are you-" "I want you to look about -you and try to picture how this place looked on the night of the murder. You have a vivid Imagination.. None of this rubbish was here. Just a bed, a table and two chairs. There was a carpet on the floor. There were two people here, a man and a- woman. The wom an had trusted the man.' She trusted him until the hour in which he died. Then she found. him out. She had come to this place, believing it. was He Dropped Suddenly Upon the Trunk. to be her wedding night. She found no minister here. The man laughed at her and scoffed. 'Then she knew. In horror, shame, desperation she tried to break away from him. He was strong. She was a good woman; a virtuous, honorable woman. She saved herself." He was staring at her with dilated eyes. Slowly the truth was being borne in upon him. "The woman was-Hetty ?" came hoarsely from his stiffening lips. "My God, Sara!" She -came close to him and spoke in a half-whisper. "Now you know the secret. Is It safe with you?" He opened his lips to speak, but no words came forth. Paralysis seemed to have gripped not only his throat but his senses. He reeled. She grasped his arm In a tense, fierce way, and whispered: "Be careful! No one must hear what we are saying."- She shot a glance down the deserted hall. "No one is near. I made sure of that. around It, the funeral banquets were held. The objects found in the cabins with the bodies have remarkable Import ance from the archeological point of view,, as they prove the existence of a degree of -civilization, especially as regards vases and such utensils, never hitherto observed in the Neolithic age. Swordsrnen of the Sea. The swordsmen of the sea are the sawfishes, spearfishes, sailfishes, swordfishes and the narwhal, with Its spirally twisted straight tusks. Saw fishes inhabit the warmer seas, while the narwhal is a creature of the Arc ti. The tusk of the narwhal is hollow nearly to the point and is spirally grooved. It uses its tusk as a weapon of defense and to plunge through the ice to breathe, the narwhal being a cetacean. Sometimes when a boat has been caught in the Ice great damage has been inflicted by the inquisitive ness or blundering of this great crea ture, that sometimes reaches a length ,of 15 feet, with p -tusk .of from six toten feet in length. As arule,I r MOCutcl 7,7;Ma B DY , M 00 EAD S,- C 0-n began, but she interrupted him with a laugh. "I am starting for the city before noon, by motor, to be gone at least a fortnight." "What! This is the first I've heard ofIt" Again she laughed. "To be perfect ly frank with you, I hadn't heard of it myself until just now. I think I shall go down to the Homestead with the Carrolls." "Hot Springs?" "Virginia," she added explicitly. "I say', Sara, what does all this' mean? You-" "And if you should follow me there, Vivian's estimate of us will not be so far out of the way as we'd like to make it." True to her word, she was gone when he drove over later on in the day. -Somehow, he experienced a queer feeling of relief. Not that he was oppressed by the rather vivacious opinions of Vivian and her ilk, but because something told him that Sara was wavering in her determination to withhold the secret from him and fled for perfectly obvious reasons. He had two commissions among the rich summer colonists. One, a full length portrait of young Beardsley in shooting togs, was nearly finished. The other was to be a half-length of Mrs. Ravenscroft, who wanted one just like Hetty Castleton's, except for the eyes, which she admitted would have to be different. Nothing was said of the seventeen years' difference in their ages. Vivian had put off posing until Lent. The Wrandalls - departed for Scot land,. and other friends of his began to desert the. country for the city. The: fortnight -passed and another week besides. Mrs. Ravenscroft decided to go to Europe when the picture was half-finished. "You can finish it when I come back in December, Mr. Booth," she, said. "I'll have several new gowns to choose from, too." "I shall be busy all winter, Mrs. Ra venscroft," he said coldly. "How annoying," she said calmly, and that was the end of it all. She had made .the unpleasant discovery that it wasn't going to be In the least like Hetty Castleton's, so why bother about it? . Booth waited until Sara came' out to superintend the closing of her house for, the winter. He called at South look on the day of her arrival. He was struck at once by the curious change in her appearance and manner. There was something bleak and deso late in the vividly brilliant face: the tired, wistful, harassed look of one who has begun to quail and yet fights on. "Will you go out with me tomorrow, Brandon, for an all-day trip in the car?" she asked, as they stood to gether before the open fireplace on this late November afternoon. Her eyes were moody, her voice rather lifeless. "Certainly," he said, watching her closely. Was the break about to come? "I will stop for' you at nine." Alter a short pause, she looked up and said: "I suppose you woulds like to know where I am taking you."~ "It doesn't matter, Sara." "I want yon to go with me to Bur ton's Inn." "Burton's Inn." "That is the place where my hus band was killed," she said, quite steadily. .He started. "Oh! But-do you think it best, Sara, to open old wounds by-" ,"I have thought It all out, Brandon. I want to"'go there-just once. I want to go into that room again."' 4CHAPTER XVII. -Once More at Burton's Inn. Again Sara- Wrandall found herself In that never-to-be-forgotten room at Burton's inn. On that grim night In March she had entered without fear or trembling because she knew what was .there. Now she quaked with a. mighty chill of terror, for she knew not what was there in the quiet, now sequestered room. Burton had told them on their arrival after a long drive across country that patrons -of the inn Invariably asked which iroom it was that had been the scene of the tragedy, and, on finding out, re fused point-blank, to occupy it. In consequence he had been obliged to transform it into a sort of store and baggage room. Sara stood In the middle of the murky room, for the shutters had long been closed to the light of day, and toked about her In awe at the hetero geneous mass of boxes, trunks, bun dles and rubbish, scattered over the floor without care or system. She had closed the door behind her and was quit~ alone. Light sneaked in through the cracks In the shutters, but so meagerly that It only served to In crease the gloom. A dismantled bed stead stood heaped, up in the corner. She did not have to be told what bed it was. The mattress was there too, rolled up and tied with a thick garden rope. She knew there .were dull, ugly blood stains upon It. Why the thrifty Burton had persevered In keeping thl6 useless article of furniture, she could only surmise. Perhaps it was FOUND STONE AGE CEMETERY Recent Discovery in Italian Province Will ~Arouse Keen interest Among Archeologists. A burial place of the Stone Age has just been found by Prof. Dall Osso of Ancona, in the Valle Vibrata (prov ince of Abruzzi), Italy. The bodies are not buried, but are all laid in small cabins containing from two to eight each, and are ranged on either side of these little huts on low platforms sloping toward the center. With a single exception the bodies all rest on one side, with the knees drawn up, and it Is assumed that the dead were placed in this position to give them the attitude of prayer in their death chamber, for it' has been established that the custom of praying on one's knees was already in exist ence In the Stone Age In Egypt. In one of the cabins, almost In the center of the group, there are no bodes, - but a big circular hearth. around which it Is assumed, from the FAMOUS OLD FR Twickenham, Noted in Song, Gets Iato Court. Earl of Dysart, Its Owner, Who Sought to Down Competing Concern for Infringing on Ancient Rights, Wins His Case. London.-There's a trip that vis itors to London take all on a summer's day. You board a little steamer in the neighborhood of London bridge-or it may be Blackfriars or possibly near the -tower, it really does not matter and you steam up the Thames seated in a camp chair on deck with a red covered book in your lap and a raised umbrella in your hand. I~he umbrella, by the way, has a triple )function-it protects you from the rain, diverting the stream down your neighbor's neck; it protects you from the sun, and espe cially does It protect your fellow pas sengers from a view of the shore. But the true point of.this tale is Twickenham ferry, which you come to around a bend in the river from lich mond. And 'tis but a penny to Twickenham Town But you remember the old song: "Ahoy! and oho! and it's who's for the ferry?' (The brier's In bud and the sun going down); "And I'll row ye so quick and I'll row ye so steady, And' 'tis but a penny to Twickenham Town." The ferryman's slim and the ferryman's young,. With just a soft twang in the turn of his tongue; And he's fresh as a pippin and brown as ' a berry, And 'tis but a penny to Twickenham Town. t "Ahoy! Oho! and it's I'm for the' ferry." - Ferry at Twickenham Tows. (The brier's In bud and the sun going down); "And it's late as it Is, land I haven't a penny; Oh how can I get me to Twickenhama Town?' She'd a rose In her bonnet, and oh! she looked sweet As the' little pink flower that grows In the wheat, With her cheeks like a rose and her lips like, a cherry "And 'sure, but you're welconie to Twickenham Town!" "Ahoy! Oho!"~ You're too. late for the ferry; (The brier's in bud and the sun has gone down); And he's not rowing quick and he's not ,rowing steady It seems quite a journey' to Twickenham I Town.' "Ahoy! and Oho!" you may call as you 'will, The young moon Is rising o'er Petersham Hill; And with love like a rose in the stern of the wher'ry - There's danger in crossing to Twicken ham Town. Now' Twckenham ferry Is real and not merely a figment of the poet's Imagination, and boats still ply. back and forth between the Middlesex and Surrey shores as they have been ply ing for centuries-not knowing who the founder was 1we can afford to use the plural. Because you must under staind-that, by reason of the establish ment of~a rival ferry not fi'e hundred yards on the down stream side, t name Twickenlg got into rc ords of Britisf-law Wi's d' people remembered.'the old song. It appears that about/welve years ago the- Lon don county council opened a new park, Marble -Bill park near Twickenhan Town. Now people from the Surreys side of the Thames who wished to reach the new breathing spot founid'it necessary to walk some distance up river to Twickenbam ferry, cross: and walk 500 yards down river on the Mid dlesex side in order 'to achieve their object. This was somewhat awkward. In 1909, therefore, the council author ized the inauguration of a new ferry service to meet the new demand. Ham merton & Co. got the franchise and the good people from Petersham, for instance, found the new boats a great convenience. It was not long before the* earl of Dysart and Mr. Champion, owner and lessee respectively .of Twickeniham ferry,.brought action against the new comers on the ground that their an cient rights were being infringed upon. The defendants held that their ferry was a bona fide one, catering to a class of traffic substantially new In character, and their argument was up held by Justice Warrington. The plain tiffs, however, took their case to the court of' appeals and now comes the news that their appeal has been sus tained in an opinion by Lord Justice Phillimore, reversing the decision of the lower court. Roosevelt to Get Sch Milwaukee, Wis Roosevelt returns he will bepr -.. '3 sk Don't speak! Think first-think well, Brandon Booth. It is what you have been seeking for months-the truth. You share the secret with us now. Again I ask, is it safe with you?" "My God!" he muttered again, and passed his hand over his eyes. His brow was wet. He looked at his fin gers dumbly as if expecting to find them covered with blood. "Is it safe with you?" for the third time. "Safe? Safe?" he whispered, follow. ing her example without knowing that he did so. "I-I can't believe you, Sara. It can't be true." "It is true." "You have known-all this time?" "From that night when I stood where we are standing now." "And-and-she?" "I had never seen her until that night. I saved her." He dropped suddenly upon the trunk that stood behind him, and buried his face in his hands. For a long time she stood over him, her Interest divid ed between him and the hall, wherein lay their present peril. "Come," she said at last. "Pull your self together. We must leave this place. If you are not careful they will suspect something downstairs." He looked up with haggard eyes, studying ,her face with curious intent ness. "What manner of woman are you, Sara?" he questioned,. slowly, won deringly. "I have just discovered that I .am very much like other women, after all," she said. "For awhile I thought I was different, that I was stronger than my sex. But I am just as weak, just as much to be pitied, just as much to be -scorned as any one of my sisters. I have spoiled a great act by stooping to do a mean one. God will bear witness that my thoughts were noble at the outset; my. heart was soft. But come! There is much more to tell that cannot be told here. You shall know everything." They went downstairs and out into the crisp autumn air. She gave direc tions to her chauffeur. They were to traverse for some distance the same road she had taken on that ill-fated night a year and a half before. In course of time the motbr approached a well-remembered railway crossing. "Slow down, Cole," she said. "This is a mean place-a very mean place." Turning to Booth, who had been sit ting grim and silent beside her for miles, she said, lowering her .voice: "I remember that crossing- yonder. There Is a sharp curve beyond. This Is the place. Midway between the two crossings, I should say. Please re member this part of the road. Bran don, when I come to the telling of that night's ride to town. Try to pic tnre this spot-this smooth, straight road as it might be on a dark, freezing night in the very thick of a screaming blizzard, with all the world abed save -two women." In his mind .he began to draw the picture, and to place the two women in the center of It, without -knowing the circumstances. 'There was some thing fascinating In the study he was makng, something gruesome and full of sinister possibilities for the hand of a virile painter. He wondered how near his Imagination was to placing the central figures in the picture as they actually appeared on that secret night. At sunset they went together to the little pavilion at the end of the pier which extended far out into the sound. Here they were safe from the ears of eavesdroppers.' The boats had been stowed away for the winter. The wind that blew through the openi pa vilion, now shorn of all Its comforts and luxuries, was cold, raw and repel ling. No ong would disturb them here. With her face set toward the sinking east, she leaned against one of the thick posts, and in a dull, emotionless voice, laid bare the whole story of that dreadful .night and the days that fol lowed. She spared no details, she spared not herself In the narration. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Humility. We tell this story because it seems to us a beautiful story that ought to be told. It concerns General Bell and the opening of the gigantic amphitheater in Manila that follows the lines of the land. The general was much praised for having built this imposing and enormous structure. He pointed to the savage Igorrotes that were standing' about, trying to understand what was going on. "I did not build It," he said. "God Almighty built It, but If you want to take building in a different sense, to consider what we did, using the great plans of nature, those poor fel lows built it."-Harper's Weekly. Not Properly Equipped. Little Gardner, whose big brother had been presented with a bicycle asked his mother If he 'could not hayve one, too. "You're not oldenough," she replied, "but I will ouy you a veloci pede." "I can't use a velocipde on these rough roads," he exclaimed. 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