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"The Druses Arc Up!"
li-WnilEAT Scott. look at tier! She's
p' VJ goin' to try nnd take 'em!" r-
jpioimcu usicriinui, ma jntn-ui-an-
trades at Lebanon.
J.;"She ain't Mich a fool as all that.
MVhy, no one ever done it alone. Low
(water, too. whin every rock's Rot its
tchancc at the canoe. Hut. ni gracious,
iho is goin' to ride Vni '."
Jowctt, the horsedenlcr. had a sports -
JrJinn's lov in n daring thine.
fc'"See, old Injun Tekewani 's after
- . ... i t .i... i i
;npri lie 8 caning ni uer irom mr unu
'He knows He done it himself jents
"figo when there was rips in the tnh.
in he had to evv up the tears He
tfln them Rapids in his canoe "
J .."Just as the Druse girl there K
fyoln' "
"An he's done what he liked with
She Biackfeet ever since."
"But she aln'l a chief- what's tin
kise of her doin' if She'-coin' straight
Jpr them. She can't turn bink mm
She couldn't make the hank if he
Jvnntcd to. She' sot In run 'i in
Jloly smoke see mm vvnviu' tile paddle
."at Tekewani' (Merhaiit. she's the
limit, that petti. oat so quiet and lij
and don't look at me. too. with eves
like brown diamond "
"Oh, get out Jowe-fr she's nil right '
Sije'll make this umiitrv sit i.p ome
day by corn -In 'li iunk- Mauitnti and
Lebanon sit up toduv if she runs the
Carillon Rapid -ate'"
"She's ruiiiiin' 'em all light. nn
She's bj jei mil done. Miss Prase"
-Well done I .n- well doiu "' ex
'claimed Jowett. .hireing about and wav
inz his arnii toward the adveni'iimis
.girl.
The cirl I ,nl
ed tli.
the in.
nngiv .
ks u nt
'thrashing wntti w licit
Tf
and tore into white libbnii the tirii-li
Jlng current, and her tirt tinil had mine
jjlO the nist, nit tut spittinc, niging
nanthers of fn'iin -truck tin how if
tier canoe The water- nm -n h
that this i tii i si. whnh she had ni.nl'
Notice before with In r friend. Ti kewain.
the Blackfn ' . hn f liad piril tint met
on that despei.it" ammoy llei .tii.
struck a roil, l.intwi hinldi red and
swung round l"it h a d' xtrmi troke
she freed the trail . r.ift It righted
"and plunged f.tiwaid again into ft-e-li
death trap
It was the-' new dangers winch had
made 'Mmjnt n ! warn her from
the shot e In and the ilocu brav with
.him; but it i iliniacteri-tif of hi
race that, aft' r the tirst warning, when
sho must pla mil the game to the
bitter end lie made tin further attempt
to stop her I he Indians ran down the
river bank hnwi vei. with eye intent on
her headlong prngre grunting ap
proval as sIr plunged safely from dauger
to danger
Osterhaut ami Jowctt lieeainc silent.
too, and, like the Indian-, ran as 'ai
as the could over fenee. through the
trees, stumbling and 01 cuiouull,v urs
Ing.'but watching with fas. in.ited cms
this adveutuii-s of the north, taking
chances winch not one rotneur-de bois
or river driver in thou-and would
tijlte, with a $."0t)0 prize as the line
Vfhy should he do it'.'
' "'Women folks are s(eh dam fouls
Nhen they git goin'," gasped (Merhaut
n he ran. "Tlie clon't cam a -j.Ut
pia what happens when the'e got the
pip. Look at her ni hair's bleach -
-'She's got the j n i all right.
tired Jowett. a- he plunged
"but she's foreign, and the '
stut
along .
all got
the pip, foreign men and women both
W)t the women go craz."
"She keeps prettj cool
lbbn, that girl If 1
Vd-
' Jowett inteirupted
for a i ra.v
owned her
nupatieutlj
,'Tou d do what old man
Pruso doe
i-Vou'd let her be, U-terhuut. What s
Vie good of hav in' Mur own waj with
cjne that's the apple of our oje, if it
tarns her agir on'' You want her to
i,ss you on the high t hceklione, but if
ou go to plai the cat-o'-nine-tails
round her the high i heehboue gets
froze. Gol blast
What are the
They're sajm
it. look at her, mjd .
wiht waes sajin'V
'This is a surprise,
t iiit it read for je.
Miss Druse .
Sliss Druse.' VP, an
t sl
:.t the
Tuck of the old devil!"
I It seemed -o More than once the
canoe half jamm si between the roiA-,
and the stern lifted up bj the force
Of the wild current, bu' again the nad
ijle made swift plav, and again the
Cockleshell swung clear. Hut now
fleda Druse was no longer on her feet.
She knelt her strong, slim brown arms
bared to the shoulder her hair blown
about her forehead, her daring eves
flashing to left and right, nitinnrv of i
Ber course at wmk under uch a strain
US lew can emiure witnoui ( uios oi
fliind in the end. A uuiiurid times since
fjlie day she hail run these rapids with
Tekewani she had gone over the course
fy her mind, asleep and awake, forcing I
Ber brain to again evtrj al ot,.ss liki
ttfnt waterv wav , bitau-e she knew i i,,,,. farr.
(Jiat the day niiisi come when she would
Uiake the jouruej alone. Why "! ,
jrould make it she did not know; she
only knew that she would do it s, mo
(lay; and the ilav h.nl come i or long
It bad been an obsession with her as
though some spirit whispered in lier
ohr "Do ou hear the bell- ringing
nt Carillon.' Do vol ar
the
sjnging toward Carillon'.' Do mu see
the wild birds living ti.waid Caiillon''
T)o you hear the rapids calling the I
Itapids of Carillon V"
iJight and dav since she bad braved
death with Tekewani, giving him a
gun, a meerschaum pipe and ten pounds ,
ot bcautltui urowu ping louacu-u u
& token of her gratitude night and
"gay she had heard this spirit murmur
ing in her car. and alvvajs the refrain
vfas, "Down the stream to Carillon!
Shoot the Itapids of Carillon!"
Why? How should she know? Where-
M A. ei-niihl she know .' 'this was ot the
i.'- Mbjngs beyond the why of the human
O'fc inlnd. Sometimes nil our lives, if we
Li 1 t.'. .. .n.,1.. s.,,i, noil kpp tlio wnrtrl
It we first saw it with ejes und heart
ufiolled, we hear the murmuring of the
Other Self, that Self from which we
tnrntert when we entered this mortal
sWiwe. but which followed us, invisible
wt whispering inspiration to us. But
tetimes wo only hear It, our own
Uul's ortcle, while yet our j-ears are
r'ftw, and Me have pot passed that frou
..4r between innocence and experience.
MI
Uiy uDU preieuae. i icivupc it. is
ifti arlves me uiner oeu uvvuy wiiu
line on its lips. Then we hear It cry
Vtlio nluht when, because of the
iblc of life, we cannot sleep; or at
play when we ate caught away from
Ires into another air than ours;
music pours around us liko soft
from a garden of pomegranates;
when a child asks a question which
us uacis lo me iuuu wncre every
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Now tossing to death as it
Mmu
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e that it can b" shouted
from the tree top
Win was l'b da Lrn" tempting .Path
in tin' I 'arillon Itapid-''
he
dtnd
Mamt
wtril,
do it
the re
had heatd u ln-per us she wan
iiiiong tin pine trees there at
'ii. and it said simply the one
"Now '" She knew that she mii-t
she had ill i' en her ratine out inln
i-tlis. Mint nt In rule the Itnpul
of I'uilloii
Her Dth. r Self had win-
pereil to In r
Voider, ti'ousands of nulls away n
Sjria, thi'ic weic the Hill of I.cliani'ii
ami there was one phrase which in.ult
ever.1 Mrla hcnit beat ln-ter. if h
were on the miiuli. it w.i-, "'1'he Pru-e
are up'" When that wild tribe took t.
the -adillp to war upon I he urnnir
and against authoritv. from I.ebniion i
to I'.ilinjra. from .leiu-.tleni in I 'anns-'
i us men looked auiousl about them
ami mde hard tit refuge
And here al-o in the Tar North where
the Itiicr Sagal.n inn n w il'l i ace to
Carillon, Lining In hind the new (owns
of Lebanon and Muiutoti. "the Pruse
were up '
Thi daughter of linbriel Pru-e, the
giant, wa- riding the ICapi'l- of the
Sagalac Tin- u-pcii-e to hu- ami to
those who .Tihed in i toiir-e to Teke
wain and hi brines, to (l-teihant
anl J.twett could not be long It was
a in, Hu r of minute- onh . in whnh
ecr si .nml was a urn in h and might
be ,i itita-trophe
I'ltuii nw k to rock, from wild white
water to wild white water she sped, now
tossing tn death a- it seemed, now shunt
mg on nfe to the next test of t-k ill
and coinage cu. on. till at last tin re
was onlv one pa-sage to make befoie
the cllloe would plllllge into the -Illii.it b
water i tinning with great swiftm till
it almost leached Carillon.
Suddi nh . 'as she neai id the"" lust
dangeioiis oint. round which she nm-t
swing between jagged anil uu-ien bar
tier- of lock, her sht bnann for an
m-tant dimmed, as though a loud pass,
ed over her ce. She had inner tainted
in her life, but it seemed to her now that
-he was hineiiug on nm oii-ciou-ne-s
Commanding the will and energv left,
she fought tin' weakness down. It wa
ins though -he foned a way through to--i
iug. buffeting shadows, as though shn
was shaking oil tioiii her shoulders
'hnduw hand- whnh -ought to detain
lier : as though -nioihering things ki nt
poking
k her
ud of
hri'ith. nml d.nk
wool gathered about
sj. Hs lighting for her life, and
fur veins it seemed to be; though in
,ini,j jt ,. nj , ,.,, before lier will
I(..si'ited ittelf, and light broke again
i upon her wav. i'ven ou the verge of
the lat ambushed passage ber senses
i ame back; but. tln.v lamo with a stark
utilization of the peril ahead; it looked
out of her e.vis lis a face shows itself
, at the window of a binning building
Memory -hook itself free. It piem-d
' th" tumult of waters, found the am-
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on s.ifrlj to the net
bu-hed ii" ks, and gunhd tin lithe
blown arms and hands. that lh
-witt paddle drove the caune straight
onward, a- a ti-li diic it-elf through til
flume of diagou's teeth beneath the
llooil The canoe imiw-ri d for an in-
-taut nt the lat cataiait. tlnu te-
-ponding to Memory .mil "Will, -ped
thiough the hidden chtisni. tossed bj
spr,n and water, and Miipt into the
swifi I'linent, of smooth water below.
I'liila Prosit had urn the Knpid- of
Carillon she could hear the bells ring
ing for evening scivico in the Catholic
Chinch of Caiillon. and bells soft,
booming bells weie
brain. Like mulll'd
bells weic. ami she was as one who
enter into a deep foiest, and hears far
awa
rnons
in the bo-, nge the nitic suin
of forest deities. Void's from
the banks of the ii'.r behind called to
her hilarious, approving, agitated
voices of her Indian friends, mid of
' i-teiliaut and Jowett. those wild spec
tator of her adventure, but thej were
liotwhollv i al. nl those soft, boom
iug bells in her lirain were rial.
Shooting the KapiiU of Carillon was
the bridge bi which she passed from
the world -he had left to this other
II r giilhood was e.idid wondering,
hovering, iiunaiiziug girlhood. This
adventure "as the outward sign, the
rite in tin Lodge of Life which passed
her fnmi one iiigieo of lit nig to another
She w.i -afc; but now a lier canoe
shot unwind to the tow n of Carillon, her
sense again gnw faint. Again she
tell the buffeting mil. again her face
w.ts inufibd in smothering folds: again
great ham! reach" d out toward lier;
again her e.ves were drawn into a
stupefj nig d.irkues ; but now- there was
no will tn light, no eiieigy to resist
The paddle laj iueit in her lingers, her
head drooped She slovvlj raised her
head onie, twice, as though the call
of the oihaustul w ill was heard, but
siiddeulj it fell ln.nilj upon her breast.
For a moment so, and then as the canoe
shot forward on a freli current, the
lithe bodv sank backward in the canoe,
and laj face upward to the evening skj .
Tlie canoe sped on, but prcsentlj it
swung round and lay athwart the cur
i iMi r , dipping und rolling.
I'loni the luniks ou either side the
Indians of the Mauitou Reservation and
the two men fiom Lebanon called out
and hastened ou, for they saw that the
girl had collapsed, and they knew onlj
too well that lier danger was not .vet
past. The canoe inig'ht strike against
the pieis of the hi idge ut Carillon nnd
overturn, or it might bo curried to the
second cataract below the town. Thev
were too far iivvaj to save her, but they
shouted a they ran.
None responded to their call, but that
dehaiifc of the last cataract of the
1 Itapids of Carillon had been sieu b.v
I one who, below an eddy on the Lebanon I
i side of the liver, was steadilj string-
ling upon mapletwigs black bass and I
seemed, now sliootiii
By GILBERT PARKER
Author of "Tlio Scats of (lie Mighty,"
"The .Money Master," etc.
test of skill and courage"
j long-nosed pike. As he sat in the shade
lot the tree, he had seen the plunge of
j the canoe into the chasm, and had held
his breath in wonder and admiration.
j Lven at that distance he knew who it
'was. He had seen l'leda onlj a few
I dm,.- before, for she was little abroad :
but when he had set.u her he had asked
himclf what such a face and form
were doing in the Tar North It be
longed to Andalusia, to the Carpa
thians, to Sjrian villages.
"The pluck of the very devil!" he
had exclaimed, as I'lcila's canoe swept
into the smooth current, free of tho
linging ill her own I dragon's teeth: and as lie had some
silver these brain- thine of the devil in himself, she seemed
much nearer to him than the hundreds
of vards of water intervening. Present -lv.
however, he saw her droop and sink
away out of sight.
Kor an instant he did not reali7P what
had happened, and rnen. with angry
self repinarh. he tiling the oars into
the rowlocks of his kiff and drove down
and 'athwart the stieam with long,
powerful strokes.
"That's like a woman!" he said to
himself as he bent to the oars, and now
and then turned his head to ma,ke sure
that the canoe was still safe "Do the
trick better than a man. and then col
lapse like a rabbit."
He was Ma Ingolliv, the financier,
contractor, manager of great interests,
disturber of the peace of slow minds,
who had come to Lebanon with the
avowed object of amalgamating three
laihvajs, of making the place the swivel
of all the trade nm: interests of the
Western North; but also with the de
clared intention of uniting Lebanon and
Manitoti in one inunicipalitj , one center
of commercial and industrial power.
Men said In- had bitten off more than
he could chew, but he had replied that
his teeth were good, and he would
masticate the meal or know the reason
whj. lie was onlv thirtv -three, but
his will was like nothing the West had
seen as .vet. It was sublime in its con
fidence, it was free from conceit, nnd it
knew not the word despair, though once
or twice it had known defeat.
Men iheered him from the shore as
his skiff leaped through the water.
"It's that blessed Ingolbj," said
Jowctt. who had tried to "do" the
financier in a horse-deal, and had been
done instead, and was now a devout
admirer and adherent of the Master
Man. "I saw- him driving down there
this morning from Lebanon. He's beet)
fishing nt Seely's I'ddj."
"When Ingolby goes fishing, there's
trouble goin' on somewhere and he's
stalkln' it," rejoined Osterliaut. "But,
bj gol. he's goin' to do this trump triik
lirst ; lie's goin' to overhaul her before
I she gits to the hriuge. I.nok at hlni
swing! Hell, ain't it prettj! There
jou go, old Ingolbv. You're right ou
it, even when jon're fishing."
tin the other the Manitou shore
Tekewani nud his braves were less talk-
fltlvc, but they were more concerned In
the Incident than Ostcrhaut and Jowett,
They knew little or nothing of Ingolby
tho hustler, but they knew moro ot
rieda Druse and her father than all
tho people of Lebanon nnd Mnnitou put
together. Tledn had woti old Tckc
wnnl's heart when she had asked him to
take her down the Itapids, for the dajs
of adventure for him and his tribe were
oer. The ndventure shared with this
girl had brought back to the chief the
old dajs when Indian women tanned
bearskins and deerskins day in, day out,
and made pemmicau of the buffalo
meat; when the jears were tilled with
hunting and var and migrant journey
ings to fresh game-grounds nnd pastures
new.
Danger faced was the one thing which
could restore Tckewanl's self-respect,
after he had been checked nnd rebuked
before his tribe by the Indian commis
sioner for being drunk. Daugcr faced
had icstored it, and Fleda Druse had
brought the danger to him as a gift.
If the canoe should crash against the
piers of the bridge, if it should drift to
the cataract below, if nnj thing should
happen to this white girl whom he wor
shiped in his heathen way, nothing
could preserve his self -respect; he
would pour ashes ou his head and fire
water down his throat.
Suddenly lie and his braves stood
still. They watched as one would watch
an enrm.v a hundred times stronger than
one's self. The white man's skiff was
near the deielict canoe; the bridge was
near alo. Carillon now lined the bank
of the river with its people. They ran
upon the bridge, but not so fast as to
reach the place where, in the nick of
time, Ingolbj got possession of the roll
ing canoe; where Fleda Druse lay wait
ing like a princess to be waked by the
kiss of destinj .
Only live hundred yards below the
bridge was the second cataract, and she
would never have walked if she had been
cariied into it.
To Ingolby she was as beautiful as a
niman being could be as sho laj with
white face upturned, the paddle still in
her hand,
"Drowning isn't good enough for
her," he said, as he fastened her canoe
to his skiff.
"It's been a full day's work," he
added; and even in this human crisis
he thought of the fish he had caught,
of "the big trouble" he had been think
ing out as Osterliaut had said, as well
as of the girl that he was saving.
"I alvvajs have luck when I go fish
ing," he added presently. "I can take
her back to Lebanon," he continued
with a quickening look. "She'll be all
right in a jiff. I've got room for her
in mj buggj and room for her in anj
place that belongs to me," he hastened
to reflect witli a curious, bashful smile.
"It's like n thing in a book," he
murmured, as he neared the waiting
people on the banks of Carillon, and
the rjnging of the vesper bells came out
to him ou the evening air.
"Is she dead?" sonn one whispered,
as eager hands readied out fo secure his
skiff to the bank.
"As dead as I am." he answered with
a laugh, and drew I'leda's canoe up
alongside his skiff.
He had a btrange sensation of new
life, in. with delicacy and gentleness,
lie lifted lier up iti his strong arms and
stepped ashore.
The Whisper from Ilcjond
TNC.OLHV had a will of h:s own. but
J- it had never been really tried against
a woman's will. It was, however,
tried sorely when Fleda came to iiin
sciousness again in his arms and real
ized that a man's faeo was nearer to
hers than any man's had ever been ex
cept that of her own father. Her eyes
opened slowlj, nnd for the instant she
did not understand, but when she did,
the blood stole swiftlj back to her neck
and face and forehead, and she started
in dismay.
"I'ut me down," she whispered
faintly .
"I'm taking jou to my buggj." he
replied., "I'll drive jou back to
Lebanon." He spoke as calmly as he
criild. for there was a strange mut
tering of his nerves, aud the crowd
was passing him.
"I'ut me down at once," she said
peremptorilj .
She (rembled on lier feet, nnd svvajed,
aud would have fallen but that Ingolby
and a woman in black, who had pushed
her way through the crowd with white,
anxious face, caught her.
"Ciive her air. and stnnd back!"
called the sharp xoice of the constable
of Carillon, and he heaved the people
back with his powerful shoulders.
A space was cleared round the place
where Fleda sat with her head against
the shoulder of the stately woman in
black who had come to her assistance.
A dipper of water was brought, and
when she had drunk it she raised her
head slowly and her eyes sought those
of ingolby.
"One cannot pay for such things,"
she said to him, meeting his look firmly
ami steeling herself to thank him.
Though deeply grateful, it was a trial
beyond telling to be obliged to owe the
debt of a life to any one, and in par
ticular to a man of the sort to whom
material gifts could not be given.
"I couldu't xery well decline, could
I?" she rcjoiued, quick liuuior shooting
into lier eyes. "I was helpless. 1
never fainted before in my life."
"I nm sure you will never faint
agaiu," he remarked. "We ouly do
such things xv hen we are very young."
She xvas about to reply , but paused
reflectively. Her half-opened lip did
not frame the words she had beeu im
pelled to speak.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
The Man From the Clouds
tfiyrlt. MKBTON," he said, "for
1VJL God's sake don't give me awny
nud I'll tell you the whole truth. My
cousin Philip can confirm It or nt least
part of it. I came up hero because well,
I'd married the wrong woman and gotie
off the rails a bit and Philip settled mo
hero to keep me straight. I had debts
too I have them still, I may tell yoU
frankly. That's why I took In O'Brien.
I wnsn't supposed to keep any liquor
in tho house thnt xvas ono of tho con
ditions. But damn it I xvnsn't born to
bo n teetotaler, and flint's the plain
truth, Mr. Merlon. Thnt devil O'Brien
found me out and started to blackmail
me "
"Blackmail?" I asked.
"In his own way. He made me give
him liquor and there xve xferc the pair
of us! That's why I pulled down the
blind. The decanter and glasses xverc
all out on this tabic here! And that's
why O'Brien was afraid you might be
sent by ills relations. Thnt xvas the one
thing he was afraid of that ho might
be found out and taken away."
I bent over him nnd sniffed.
"You have had n dram now!" I
cjclnimed. '
"And it's not the first sltre'e you've
been here either. You see I'm perfectly
frank with you, Mr. Merton. If you
like to give me cvvny to Philip well
be d d, you can if you like. But
you'll surely not? I've told you xvhat
I've told to no one else."
There rushed into my mind confirma
tion enough of part at least of the poor
devil's story. His curious moods, his
manner as he entered the room this
evenhig. O'Brien's impish allusions to
liquor when I lirst visited the house, nil
fell into their plnces now. Yet utterly
as this had exploded my hopes, I think
I was more glad than sorry to sec the
doctor come out of the ordeal with only
this kind of stain ou his character.
He xx as a likable innn, xve had been
capital friends and he was Jean's
cousin.
"I promise you, doctor," I said,
"that I shall repeat no word of this
story except, of course, in confidence to
those who arc on the track of this
business iu Uansay. Only in return
you must tell mo absolutely frankly 'it
you have seen any grounds for suspect
ing O'Brien of anything treasonable
anything whatever."
The doctor shook his head em
phatically. "The only plotting the man was
capable of was to get liquor. Otherwise
he xvas just a gas bag. I've seen him
too often iu a state when he'd have
given everything nxx-ay, if there had
been a uy thing to give."
And then I remembered the pocket
book. .
"Hut this entry !" I cried. "How do
you explain that?"
The doctor looked at it again and
his bewilderment xvas obviously sin
cere. "I'm frankly d d if I can make
head or tail of it," he said. "Bolton
must have got on the wrong scent;
that's the only thing I can imagine."
And then, like a sharp smack in the
face, Jean's rending of that entry came
back tn me. Could she have guessed
right, after all? It looked uncommonly
like it.
"And yet," Inid to myself, "it's a
great thing to have tested the other
hy potliesis."
In fact, if one is not built to be
easily dispirited, well, it is not easy
to dispirit one. I looked at the doctor,
and something in 'my expression seemed
to make him smile. When he smiled
he looked so pleusant that mv con
science smote me. I told myself he cer
tuinly deserved some reparation for the
ordeal I had put him through.
DREAMLAND AD VENTURES -By Daddy
"THE CIRCUS BIRD"
(hi fti5 slorv .Judge Owl turm inln
ihc biggest biid in Ihc world, nnd
Peggy and Billy exhibit him in a cir
cus, where strange things happen.)
Biggest Bird in the World
THE circus was iu town. Peggy had
watched the parade in the morning
and was now resting comfortably in her
hnmmoek at home. She was resting
Vtonnnoo her husv father was going to i
take her to the performance that night
and had insisted that she have an af
ternoon snooze so thnt she would not
be too tired. '
As she rested, Peggy amused herself
blowing up two rubber squaker bal
loons her mother hnd bought for her
,.lilto xvnltlne for the morning parade.
One of the bits of rubber xvhen blown ,
up became a bulging green watermelon
aud the other became an elephant.
Down the street xvniled another
squawker und along came Billy Belgium
with a balloon iu the shape of a pig.
"Let's see who can blow the big-
gest balloon," suggesteil jsiuy. ixnu
so they blew nnd blew until the ele
phant nnd the pig swelled up until they
could bvvell no more.
"Hoo! Boo! Too! Too! Is that part
of the circus?"
They looked up at this question and
there was Judge Owl perched on a tree
brunch ubovc them. He was looking
at them through dark goggles. Of
course, it was queer for a bird to xvear
dark goggles, but Judge Owl, being u
night bird, could not see well iu the1
Copyright, 1010, by the lltll Syndicate, Inc
"Doctor," I said, "I nm devilish
thirsty myself after this bout. Let's
each have nwhlsky and sodat"
It mnypr mny not have been the
wisest suggestion to mnkc. I am not
an expert In these matters. But nny
how if he enjoyed his. drink us much
as I enjoyed mine, It was at least a
happy Idea.
We had lit our pipes with our glasses
at our sides, and I xvas in the midst of
giving the doctor some further repara
tion in the shape of the true talc of
my adventures, when I saw him sud
denly start and glance guiltily at 'his
tumbler.
"Is that some one In the hall?" he
exclaimed.
'Trobably the servants," I sug
gested. The next instant the door, opened
nnd, xvithout nny announcement, in
walked my uncle, Sir Francis Merton,
followed by my cousin, Commander
John Whiteclett.
Tracked Down
T TRUST we are not Interrupting
you. Hoger," said my uncle.
His voice was caustic and his eye
severe, and as the costume he had select
ed for this thunderbolt entrance was
apparently designed to suggest n com
bination of North Sea pilot and pirate
King (including a fur cap with ear
flaps tied under his venerable chin) ono.
might have fired a twelve-inch gun in-
to the room and produced mucu less
Impression.
"Not a bit," I said, bounding to my
feet, "but cr wouldn't you like to
untie your bonnet, Uncle Francis?"
He frowned at me heavily but 1 xvas
thankful to notice that his eye did
twinkle for an instant.
"What is the meaning of this?" he
demanded.
"That is just the question, sir, I
was going to put."
My cousin interposed.
"Uncle Francis arrived this morn
ing to see how things were getting on,
nnd when 1 got your wire I brought him
out with me. WhafWis happened?"
"Got my wire!" I exclaimed. "Sure
ly I'm certain I never sejit it off!"
I put my hand iu my pocket, und
there it was, right enough.
"My dear Jack, here it is. It never
was sent."
His liana dived iuto his own pocket
and then held out a crumpled telegram.
I took it and read this message;
"Request permission to be visited by
my own doctor. Ilobhouse."
"Do you mean to say you never sent
that off yourself?" exclaimed Sir
Francis.
"Never !"
"Then who the '." My uncle's
expression completed the sentence.
Jack Whiteclett was looking uncom
monly grave.
"This is a somewhat serious matter,
Roger," he said quietly. "Didn't you
write tills cither?"
He handed me a half sheet of paper
on which was written iu pencil tliee
words:
"Go to doctor's. If no further mes
sage there go ou to Scollays' immedi
ately." It. was printed in capital letters so as
to give no clue to the handwriting.
"When did you get that?" I ciied.
"It was handed to me as we landed.
The messenger went off again nt once,
but I assumed, of course, it was from
you."
"Roger!" thundered my uncle. "Who
have you taken iuto your confidence?"
His eye turned menacingly on the
doctor and 1 hastened to intervene.
"Doctor Kendall Sir Francis Mer
"Let's sec who can blow the big- i
gest balloon," suggested Billy i
ddy time, so Peggy had long before
given him that pair of glasses.
"Hello, Judge Owl! What are you
doiiig so far from Birdland?" cried
Peggy nud Billy.
"I've come to join the
answered the judge. "It's u
in the woods jast now, and 1
circus, j
bit dull '
long for I
excitement.
"But how can you join the circus."
asked Billy. "Circuses like freaks aud
you're not u freak."
"What's a freak?" demanded the
judge.
"Why. something different from
others of its kind. If you were the
biggest owl in the world, or the small-
est, or the fattest, you'd be a freak."
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By Chas. McManus
By J. Storcr Clouston
Author of "The fpjr In War."
"The I.unntle at l.arnf," tie.
ton," I Introduced. "But It certainly
wnsn't Dector Kendall xvho sent theso
messages. He had only just learned the
facts."
My uncle bowed very stiffly to tho
doctor nm! turned ou me agaiu,
"And how ninny more people have
'learned the faces' the facts, I may
remind you, which It' wns so vltat they
should not learn?" "
I bared my metaphorical breast, and
with as close an Imitation of n clear
consclenced young man revealing the
harmless necessary truth ns I could
achieve without rehearsal, I told him,
"I have only Informed one person,
nnd she is thoroughly trustworthy."
"She!" said my uncle, not very
loudly but extremely unpleasantly.
"She is Miss Kendall," I added.
My relations to the doctor not hnving
reached this stage when xve were in
terrupted, I think I can honestly say
that no utterance of mine ever pro
duced a more telling effect on these men
simultaneously.
"Jean!" exclaimed tho doctor.
"Oh, is that her name?" said my
uncle as soon ns lie could trust himself
to speak.
My cousin alone came straight to the
point.
"Then she lias sent me this wire and
this message?"
"She must have," I agreed.
"In that" case we had better push on
for the Scollays at once aud see xvhat
bhe means."
"You don't think it's a trap?" nsked
my uncle.
Jack Whiteclett smiled slightly. Tho
idea of the navy pausing to weigh tho
risk appeared to amuse him.
"We must take our chance," he said
briefly. "We've both got our shooting
irons."
"And so have I," T ndded. "and
certainly I nm going to the Scollays.
You can trust Miss Kendall!"
"You can that!" said the doctor
heartily. "And it you don't mind I'll
come xvitli you."
I saw doubt iu my uncle's eye and
put in quickly.
"Certinly, doctor! AVe may nil bo
needed. Come ou !"
It xvas quite dark, and mortal cold:
the road was frozen hard and the
not 'east wind swept over it without a
break from wall or hedge-row. Wo
all four tiottrd for a little to get up
our circulation and then settled down
to n fast live-mile-an-hour xxnlk. About
half the distance had been covered when
I first heaid a little sound nhead.
"What's tha't!" I exclaimed, and
we stood still and listened.
"Somebody running!" said my cou
sin. .
"Toward us?" asked Sir Francis.
"Yes."
Plainer and plainer sounded the pat
tering steps on the frozen road, and as
they drew nearer I thought I could tell
thnt they were light steps u woman's
or a boy's, tliey seemed.
"Let's drop into the ditch and see
who it is," whispered Jack.
We broke, two of us to either side
of the road, and I found myself xvith
my uncle stooping in one ditch, with
Jack and the doctor across the road in
the other. Thus bent down, one could
sec abjects against the skj more dis
tinctly and in a moment I spied the
runner dimly, pattering down the middle
of the road straight for us. And then,
in a few seconds, this runner gradually
took shape and my eyes at last could
see the swing of a skirt and thought
they could even recognize the slim fig
uie. 1 jumped up.
"Wait!" muttered my uncle.
"It' all light! We mustn't fnghtcn
her," I saidA
(TO BE CONTINUED)
"Are those freaks you're playing
xvitli?" asked the judge, eyeing the pig
and the elephant.
"N'o, they are just rubber balloons,"
explained Peggy.
"If I blew up like that xvouid I be a
freak?" demanded the , judge, after
thinking the matter over for a minute."
"You. surely would be u very funny
freak," laughed Billy.
"Then blow me up," ordered the
judge. And xvitli that he swallowed the
melon balloon, all except the squavvker
end. ,.
This surprised Peggy and Billy
greatly, but it seemed n clever idea, so
Billy blew and blew aud Judge Owl
swelled and swelled, lie xvas well on
the way toward becoming a freak,
when, suddenly, lie began to wiggle and
then to jiggle, and finally he jerked the
squaw ker out of Billy's mouth.
"Wnak-awk-awk !" wailed the
squavvker and the wail seeined to tell
how Judge OwHwas feeling inside.
"Here, tome back. You're not ft
freak yet," cried Billy.
"If that's being u fieak, I don't
want to be one," gasped Judge Owl,
tuning the balloon out of his throat.
"I nearly burbt."
"Tweet! Tweet! You look funny!"
laughed Mrs. Robin, who had been
watching them from the lawn. "What
are you trying to do.'.
"Judge Owl wants to be the biggest
owl in the world so he can join the
circus," said Peggy.
"Tweet I That's easy. Plant him in
(lardener Phil's hothouse. Every thing
grows big in there."
"A good idea!" cried Peggy and
Billy rand away they raced to (iardeucr
Phil's hothouse with Judge Owl.
"We will plant you iu this sunny
corner," said Billy, leading the xvay" to
a spot where tall tomato vines grew to
the roof.
"Just plant my feet," hooted Judge
Owl, when they dug a hole big enough
to hold all of him. And so they set
him In the ground like a young tree,
any Peggy sprinkled him with the
sprinkling can.
"Hoo! Hoo! It's hot iu here," hooted
Judge Owl. Peggy and Billy thought
so, too, nud so they ran out for n
breath of fresh ulr. "Hoo! Hoo! It's
hot! J.et me out !"' screeched Judge
Owl, hut Peggy nnd Billy only laughed'.
"Hoo! Hoo! I'm growing so fast there
isn't room for inc here," hooted tho
judge. Again Peggy nnd Billy laughed.
"Hoo! Hoo!" screamed a terrific
voice, "if you don't let me out quick
I'll smash (lie whole hothotisa.
Alarmed at the loudness of the voice,
I'eggy nnd Billy looked inside. Where
they had left Judge Owl was a, great
moss of feathers the biggest -bird
Peggy or Billy had ever seen. II wan
Judge Owl, but Judge Owl grown" untU
he was larger than an elephant.
fToJnorroic trill bp toldthow fudge
Oicl goes to join the crcwf J
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