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UNIVERSAL LONGING
OF HUMAN HEART
* Speaking of the Universal
Longing of the Heart For
Sympathy and Understand
ing
BY MRS. WII<SON r WOOPROW
The prelate, the gray-haired wom
an, the man who goes on crutches and
myself were all talking together. We
had been speaking of the universal
longing of the human heart for sym
pathy and understanding.
"The longer 1 live," said the pre
late, "the more I realize that in deal
ing with other people, especially
thoso who turn to us in trouble/there
is something more needed than Just .
the will to help. There is very much
kindness in the world, you know, and
very little tact."
Ho smiled reminiscently as he
spoke, and then told this experience:
"Downtown the other day X hap
pened to be hard-pressed for time and
stopped in at a restaurant to get
something to eat. Soon afterward a
bright-faced boy, thirteen or fourteen,
still wearing knee-trousers, but with
something alert and self-reliant in his
liearing and expression, entered and
took a seat next to me. Obviously, he
was new to the place and was making
an effort to conceal it under a pose
of man-of-the-world sophistication.
"As he affected to study the bill of
fare, he was carefully noting the man
ners and behavior of those about him,
so as to make no mistakes. He or
dered a plate of soup, and ate it
frowning as if the cares of a major
general were on his shoulders.
Just From Scliool
"I placed him without the slightest
difficulty. He was an otftce-boy en
tering that day upon his first job.
School days were behind him. He was
a business man, facing the sober,
practical questions of life.
"A man who sat across the table
from the boy and myself ordered a
piece of custard pie. I saw the boy
glance at It a moment out of the cor
ner of his eye; then y he hurriedly con
sulted the menu and fingered the
money in his pocket. One gathered
from the gleam of satisfaction which
momentarily eclipsed his weighty
frown that he felt he could afford the
same top-off to his luncheon.
"But before he could give his or
der the man with the pie finished and
rose, leaving beside his plate a five
cent piece as a tip for the waitress.
She brushed it into her apron pocket
and began to clear away the dishes.
"The boy hesitated a moment, again
fingered the money in his pocket, then
■with an involuntary sigh of renuncia
lion also placed a five-cent piece on
the table and .started for the door.
"The busy waitress paused at the
sight of the coin, and, holding it out
between her thumb and forefinger,
called after him.
" 'Hi, sonny!' she shrilled. 'You
come back here and buy yourself a
piece of pie or cake with this. I
don't want It.'
"The lad flushed miserably. 'Oh,
_ that's all right," he muttered; "keep
■lt." But the waitress persisted, draw
ing to him the atention of half a
dozen tables, and practically forcing
him to take back the money.
" 'By George! there's a girl with a
heart,' approved a man near me.
"I couldn't help answering him.
•Yes, she has a heart,' I said, 'but
she's painfully lacking in tact. She
gave that boy back his nickel, and
robbed him of about a thousand dol
lars* worth of self - respect. That
wasn't merely a tip he gave her. It
•was his initiation fee into the Order of
American Business Men. He would
rather have had her slap him in the
face than subject him to the indig
nity she did. He crawled out of here
■with his pride humbled, looking as If
he had been caught stealing sheep.'
"1 spoke with considerable fervor,
concluded the prelate, "perhaps the
more, because I had a sneaking con
sciousness that had I been the wait
ress I would probably have done the
same thing. Indeed, it had been my
impulse when I saw the boy lay down
his tin to lean over and whisper to
him that the gratuity was unneces
sary. He was such an earnest, little
chap, and he did so want that cus
tard pie.'
"I think," said the gray-haired J
woman, "that we women are more in- i
clined to Bin against tact than men. I
simply because of that 'heart' you i
speak of—in other words, our ma
ternal instinct."
"So do I," cried the man on
crutches bitterly. "It is women who
are entirely responsible for the ap
palling size of my taxicab bills. I ;
can't board a crowded street car with
out having some motherly-looking old
lady get up and offer me her seat. And
they won't be put off with a polite re-j
fusai. They persist until they have
the whole car staring at me, and 11
feel as If I were some sort of pickled
specimen in a museum.
"I remember once," he went on, "I
was sandwiched in one of those out
rages-agalnst decency which the B.
R. T. operates during rush hours. 1
had, however, managed to get hold of
a strap and was doing pretty well,
lhank you, except for the fact that a
woman next to me, too short to grasp
the support, was treading on my toes
and Jostling me with every jolt of the
car. As we rounded a curve she
catapulted into me with such force
that I spun around like a teetotum.
"That unloosed her tongue. She
turned on the men seated In the car,
and what she said to them about their
moral delinquency in letting me stand
would have made the Prophet Jere
miah pale with envy. You can
Imagine my sufferings.
"The next day P boarded a car
equally crowded, and again found my
self swaying at the end of a strap.
A charming girl who had happened to
secure a seat gave me one glance and
then appeared perfectly oblivious of
me. Presently, though, aa we ap
proached a station, she got up, and
still without a look In my direction
started down the car toward the door.
Thankfully I slid Into the vacant
place, and it was only after several
stations had been passed that I dis
covered the girl still on the train and
standing. She had, you see, given
me her seat, but had done it so grace
fully and unostentatiously that I had
never suspected her purpose.
If you stop to think about it, you
will see that her Impulse was no more
kindly than that of the first woman;
but, oh, what a world of difference In
their methods. One woman I could
cheerfully have strangled. The other
evoked my admiring gratitude."
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(Continued)
SYNOPSIS.
CHAPTER I—On Frontier day at Sleepy
Cat. Henry de Spain, gunman and train
master at Medicine Bend, is beaten at
target shooting by Nan Morgan of Music
Mountain. Jeffries, division superinten
dent, aska Do Spain to take charge of the
Thief River stage line, but he refuses.
CHAPTER ll—De Spain sees Nan danc
ing with Gale Morgan, is later derisively
poTnted out to Nan on the street by Gale,
ar.vl is moved to change his mind and ac
cept the stage line job.
CHAPTER III—De Spain and I>efever
ride to Calabasas inn and there meet
Gale Morgan with Deaf Sandusky and
Sassoon. gunmen and retainers of the
Morgan clan. Morgan demands the dis
charge of a stago driver and De Spain re
fuses. De Spain meets Nan but falls to
overcome her aversion to him.
CHAPTER IV—Sassoon knifes Elpaso.
the stage driver, and escapes to Morgan's
gap, the stronghold of the Morgans. De
Spain, Lefever and Scott go In after him.
and De Spain brings out Sasson al' ne.
CHAPTER V—He meets Nan, who de
lays him until nearly overtaken by the
Morgans, but lands his captive in Jail.
CHAPTER Vl—Sassoon breaks Jail. De
Spain beards the Morgans in a saloon
and is shot at through the window. He
meets Nan again.
CHAPTER VII—He prevents her going
into a gambling hall to find her uncle
Duke and Inside faces Sandusky and Lo
gan, who prudently- decline to fight at
the time.
CHAPTER VIII—De Spain, anxious to
make peace with Nan. arranges a little
plan with McAlpln, the barn man, to
drive her out to Morgan's gap, and while
watting for her goes down to the Inn to
get a cup of coffee.
CHAPTER IX—ln the deserted barroom
he Is trapped. He kills Sandusky and
Logan, wounds Gale and Sassoon and es
capes, badly wounded.
CHAPTER X—Bewildered and weak, he
wanders Into Morgan's gap and Is dis
covered on Music mountain by Nan.
CHAPTER Xl—Nan, to prevent further
fighting, does not tell, but finds out from
McAlpln that De Spain had really been
trapped and had left his cartridge belt
behind when he went Into the fight at the
Inn.
CHAPTER XII-Wblle De Spain Is un
able to travel Nan brings food to him.
He tells her that he became a gunman to
find and deal with his father's unknown
murderer. He gives Nan his last cart
ridge.
CHAPTER Xlll—Gale almost stumbles
over De Spain's hiding place. Nan draws
him away and to stop Gale's rough woo
ing De Spain bluffs him out with an empty
gun. Nan plans De Bpaln's escape.
He put her objections aside, nJoy
Ing being so near her and happy thai
she made no retreat. "My reputa
tion," he Insisted, "has suffered a little
in Morgan's gap. I mean that at leasl
one who makes her home under Music
mountain shall know differently of ma
What's that?" He heard a sound.
"Listen!"
The two, looking at each other,
trained their cars to hear more
through the rush of the fulling water.
"Someone is coming," said De Spain.
Nan ran lightly to where she could
peep over the ledge. Hardly pausin*
as she glanced down, she stepped
quickly back. "I'll go right on up th€
mountain to the azalea fields," she said
hastily.
lie nodded. "I'll hide. Stop. Jf
you are questioned, you don't know
I'm here. You must say so for your
own sake, not for mine."
She was gone before he had finished.
De Spain drew quickly back to where
he could secrete himself. In another
moment he heard heavy footsteps
where he had stood with his visitor.
But the footsteps crossed the ledge,
and their sound died away t;p the
path Nan had taken. Then snatches
of two voices began to reach him. He
could distinguish Nan's voice and at
Intervals the heavier tones of a man.
The two were descending. In a few
moments they reached the ledge, and
De Spain, near at hand, could hear
every word.
"Hold on a minute," said th man
roughly. His voice was heavv hia
otterance harsh.
"I must go home," objected Nan.
"Hold on, I tell you," returned her
companion. De Spain could not see,
but he began already to feel the scene.
"I want to talk to ydu."
"We can talk going down," parried
Nan.
De Spain heard her hurried foot
falls. "No, you don't," retorted her
companion, evidently cutting off her
retreat.
"Gale Morgan!" There was a blaze
In Nan's sharp exclamation. "What
do you mean?"
"I mean you and I are going to have
this out right here, before we leave
this ledge."
"How dare you stop me!"
"I'll show you what I dare, young
lady. You'll talk things over with me
right here, and as long as I like," he re
torted savagely, "Every time I ask you
to marry me you've got some new
excuse."
"It's shameful for you to act in this
way, Gale." She, spoke low and rap
idly to~her enraged suitor. De Spain
alone knew It was to keep her hu
miliation from his own ears, and he
made no effort to follow her quick,
pleading words. The moment was most
embarrassing for two of the three In
volved. But nothing that Nan could
say would win from Jier cousin any
reprieve.
"When you came back from school
I told Duke I was going to marry you.
He said, ail right," persisted her cous
in stubbornly, "Yuu said you'd marry
me."
Nan exploded: "I never, never said
so In this world." Her voice shook
with Indignation. "You know that's
a downright falsehood."
"You said 'you didn't core for any
body else," he fairly bellowed. "Now
I want to know whether .you'll marry
me If I take you over to Sleepy Cat
tomorrow?"
"No!" Nan flung out her answer
reckless of consequence. "I'll never
marry you. Let me go home."
"You'll go home when I get through
with you. You've fooled me oug
enough."
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Her blood froze at the look In hia
face. "How dare you!" she gasped.
"Get out of my way!"
"You little vixen!" He sprang for
ward and caught her by the wrist. She
fought like a tigress. He dragged her
struggling into his arms. But above
her half-stilled crlos and his grußting
laugh, Morgan heard a sharp voice:
"Take you hands off that girl!"
Whirling, with Nan in his savage
arms, the lmlf-drunken mountalneei
saw De .Spain ten feet away, his right
hand resting on the grip of his re
volver. Stunned, but sobered by mor
tal danger, Morgan's grasp relaxed.
jerking away, looked at De Spain
and instantly stepped in front of hei
cousin, on whom De Spain seemed
about to draw.
"What are you doing here?" demand-
Morgan, with an enraged oath.
"I left some business with you the
other day at Calabasas half finished,"
said De Spain. "I'm here this after
noon to clean It up. Get away from
that girl!"
His manner frightened even Nan.
The quick step to the side and back—
poising himself like a fencer—his re
volver restrained a moment in Its
sheath by an eager right arm, as if
at any instant it might leap into dead
ly play. De Spain's angry face and
burning eyes photographed themselves
on her memory from that moment.
But whatever he meant, she had her
part to do. She backed, with arms
spread low at her sides, directly
against her cousin. "You shan't fight,"
she cried at De Spain.
"Stand away from that man!" re*
torted De Spain.
"You shan't kill my cousin. What
do you mean? What are you doing
here? Leave us!"
"Get away. Nan, I tell you. I'll
finish him," cried Morgan, puncturing
every word with an oath.
She whirled and caught her cousin
in her arms. "He will shoot us both
if you fire. Take me away. Gale.
You coward!" she exclaimed, whirling
again with trembling tones on De
Spain, "would you kill a woman?"
De Spain saw the danger was past.
It needed hardly an instant to show
him that Morgan had lost stomach for
a fight. He talked wrathfully, but he
made no motion to draw. "I see I've
got to chase you into a fight," said De
Spain contemptuously, and starting
gingerly to circle the hesitating cousin.
Nan, in her excitement, ran directly
toward the enemy, as if to cut off nis
movement.'
"Don't you dare put me In danger,"
she cried, facing Dp Spain threaten
ingly. "Don't you dare fight my
cousin here."
"Stand away from tne," hammered
De Spain, eying Morgan steadily.
"He Is wounded now," stormed Nan,
so fast she could hardly frame the
words. "You shan't Kill him If w
are u im;n, don't shoot a wounded man
and li woman. You shan't shoot.
Gale! protect yourself!" Whirling to
face her cousin, she took the chance to
back directly against De Spain. Both
hands were spread open nnd partly
behind her, the palms up, as If to
check him. In the Instant that she
and De Spain were In contact he real
ised, rather than saw—for his e.vss
■ever released Morgan's eyes—what
she was frantically slipping to him—
the loaded cartridge. It was done In a
flash, and she was running from him
Whirling to Face Her Cousin, She Took
the Chance to Back Directly Against
De Spain.
agnin. Her warm fingers had swept
across his own.; She had returned to
him voluntarily his slender chance for
life. But in doing it she had chal
lenged him to a new and overwhelm
ing interest in life itself. And again,
in front of her cousin, she was crying
out anew against the shedding of
blood.
"I came up here to fight a man. I
don't fight women," muttered De
Spain, maintaining the deceit and re
garding both with an unpromising vis
age. Then to Morgan : "I'll talk to you
later. But you'vp got to fight or get
away from here, both of you, In ten
seconds."
"Take me away, Gale," cried Nan.
"Leave bpn here—take me home!
Take me^nome!"
Stiff her cousin's arm. "Stay
right where you are," shouted Mor
gnn, pointing at De Spain, and follow
ing Nan as she pulled him along.
"When I come back, I'll give you what
you're looking for."
"Bring your friends," said De Spain
tauntingly. "I'll accommodate four
more 1 of you. Stop !" With one hand
still on his revolver, he pointed the
way. "Go dowu that trnll first, Mor
gan. Stay where you are, girl, till he
gets down that hill. You won't pot
nrte over her shoulder for a while yet
Move!"
Morgan took the path sullenly, De
Spain covering every step he took. Be
hind De Spain Nan stood waiting for
her cousin to get beyond earshot
"What," shj whispered hurriedly to
De Spain, "will you do?"
Covering Morgan,' who could whirl
on him at any turn In the descent, De
Spain could not look at her in answer
ing. "Looks pretty rocky, doesn't It?"
"He will start the whole mn as onn
APRTL 21, 1917.
as he gets to his horse."
He looked at the darkening; sky.
"They won't be very active on the Job
before morning."
Morgan was at a safe distance. De
Spain turned to Nan. Her eyes were
bent on him as if they would pierce
him through. "If I save your life—"
still breathing fast, she hesitated for
words —"you won't trick me—ever—
will you?"
Steadily returning her appealing
gaze, De Spain answered with delib
eration : "Don't ever give me a chance
to trick you, Nan."
•'What do you mean?" she demand
ed, fear and distrust burning in her
tone.
"My life," he said slowly, "isn't
worth It."
"You know —" He could see her res
olute underlip, pink with fresh young
blood, quiver with intensity of feeling
as she faltered. "You know what ev
ery man says of every girl—foolish,
trusting, easy to deceive —everything
like that."
"May God wither my tongue before
ever it speaks to deceive you, Nan."
"There's not a moment to lose," she
said swiftly. "Listen: a trail around
this mountain leads out of the gap,
straight across the face of El Capi
tan."
"I can make it."
"A good climber can do it —I have
done it. I'd even go with you, if 1
could."
"Why?"
She shook her head angrily at what
he dared show in his eyes. "Oh, keep
still—listen!"
"I know you'd go, Nnn," he declared
unperturbed. "But, believe me, I never
would let you."
"I can t go, because to do any good
I must meet you with a horse out-
Bide."
He only looked silently at her, and
she turned her eyes from his gaze.
"See," she said, taking hfm eagerly to
the back of the ledge and pointing,
"follow that trail, the one to the east—
you can't get lost; you can reach El
Capitan before dark—it's very close.
Creefc carefully across El Capitan on
that narrow trail, and on the other
side there is a wide one clear down to
the road—oh, do be careful cto El Capi
tan !"
' "I'll be careful."
"I must watch my chance to get
away from the corral with a horse. If
I fail it will fce because I am locked
tap at home, and you must hide and
'do the best you can. How much they
Will surmise of this, I don't know."
"Go now, this minute," he said, re
straining his word*. "If you don't
tome, I shall know why."
She turned without speaking, and,
fearless as a chamois, ran down the
rocks. De Spain, losing not a moment,
hobbled rapidly up along the granite
walled passage that led the way to his
chance for life
(To Be Continued)
MRS. EMMA GRAHAM DIES
Williamstown, Pa., April 21.—Mrs.
Emma Graham died at her home in
West Broad street on Wednesday,
after a long illness. She is survived
by two sons and a daughter. Funeral
services were held this afternoon.
THE HONEYMOON
HOUSE
By HAZEL DALE
k (By Hiizel Oale)
Jnnet, who had been momentarily ex
pecting something; of the kind, wa
nevertheless miserably disappointed
when Jarvls took the matter of her
luncheon with Mr. Lowry the way he
did. It humiliated her Bomehow, made
her feel as if Jarvls did not trust her,
and yet way back of It allln the Inmost
recesses of her heart, she knew that
Jarvis was somehow right, and that
Mr. Xjowry did not have business mo
tives alone.
"What do you want me to do about
I it, boy?" she questioned finally.
[ Jarvis, who had been working steadi-
I ly, now turned to her and stopped.
Let's talk It over frankly," he began.
"You tell me the exact truth, just what
is in your mind, and I will tell you
just what Is in mine. Then we can
arrive at something. But If you hedge
and I estimate about telling you how I
feel, there will be a funny gap in
things, don't you think so?"
Janet knew so. She knew that
Jarvls suspected that she herself was
not Ignorant of what Mr. Lowry
thought, and she knew that to admit
quite frankly that she knew it would
rob the situation of the main argu
ment. Subconsciously, Janet wondered
If there were ever in the world two
other people so absolutely "different"
as they were themselves.
There are, of course, many of them,
more tha nthere ever were in the olden
days, when men and women married
without mating. In the new acceptance
of the word, Janet's marriage with
Jarvis stood for more because they ac
cepted each other as individuals.
'Do you want to begin, or shall I?"
Janet said, laughing a little.
"I've told you how I feel, Janet, all
that I am standing for in your accept
ance of the matter as a fact, not as
something that you don't want to face."
"You mean that I know myself that
Mr. Lowry is interested in me?"
"Yes," said Jarvis quickly, "you
do know it, don't you?"
"Well, yes, boy; I'm afraid I do."
Jarvia seized her suddenly. "That's
all I wanted you to admit, girl," he
said, Kissing the top of her tawny
head.
Janet was beginning to understand.
"You mean that you are willing to have
me know Mr. Lowry as long as I am
aware of his feelings?"
"Exactly. If you really think that
there is a chance for your stories, it
would' be ridiculous for you to throw it
over."
Janet knew that Jarvis had thought
it over dispassionately in order to ex
plain to her how he felt about it. His
manner was so different from what it
had been the other evening, when he
had been jealous.
"That other evening," Jarvia con
tinued, almost as if he had read her
thoughts, "I was furiously angry. You
see, I had met Lowry that afternoon
and I had liked him. But his manner
was so obviously different when he saw
you, that I changed my opinions about
him in a minute. I was angry that
you should be taken in by his apparent
interest in your work. Not that your
work isn't great, and you know 1 think
so, but Lowry doesn't know anything
about it, you know, and his sudden
enthusiasm was too much for me. Then
I knew."
"And you were jealous, beautifully
jealous," teased Janet.
"I guess I was for a little, but I
soon got over it. 1 remembered that
you are a girl and that you have never
disappointed me in your judgments. I
knew that as soon as you had Lowry's
number that you would agree with me,
so I decided to wait. Then when you
still kept up that little air of detached
interest, I thought We weren't going
to be able to talk it out."
"Jarvis, dear, you're right about
' everything." Janet burst out magnani
; mously. '>' l agree with you Bbout Mr.
Lowry. T know that he admires me
and T almost knew it from the first.
He just carried mo off to lunch to
! day, and I really couldn't get out of
it without making a little fool of my
self. so I went. If ft hadn't been that
| he gave me exactly the impression that
he gave you, I shouldn't have felt un
i comfortable a"bout it. I should have
I kn6wn that you wouldn't think another
thing about It, but you see I knew
' better."
"And now the matter remains this
way," said Jarvis promptly, "he has
offered to publish some of your work.
'You know that he admires you. The
' thing for you to do Is to, go ahead
I I with it, sweetheart of mine; you are
level-headed, see if it is going to mean
anything to you; call his blufT as it
were. I shall never question anything
' you do, and I shall he as interested as
l you are to see what will come of It.
We're partners, aren't we? And that's
all that really matters."
I (To Or Continued!
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