THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS, McCONNELLSBUEG, PA.
The Hollow '
Not Out of Place.
Twamley Wouldn't girls look funny
If they had niustachos on their lips? .
Suiutny I guess they have them
there pretty often, but the lights
aro generally turned too low to see If
they look funny.
of Her Hand
SYNOPSIS.
phalli Wrandall I found murdered In
",.. nr Nw York Mr. Wran-
m ,t the boily. A youtiK woman who ac
I n i- an miitnilRll lrwili ilia viij oiiu iu'it-
imonnled Wrandall 10 we inn ana
ub-
u,ty iimapiwarcn. i
....hill u tiiam. had I'd
UBOTCtCd.
a Kay life
r
,,t hark for New York In an auto dur-
1 1 " . fin ttlA Matt
a t -rt II H WHO. MIK niawunii
t blinding now ""' y"
mofti a younir woman In th road
5 ranlull. Feelln- that the irl had done
I r a Vrvlc. In rld.lln her of the man
io ihotigh he loved him deeply, had
m ,inl her (tmat aorrow. Mra. Wrandall
I ermine. ! ihlaM her and take her to
C, rn home. Mra. Wrandall hear the
J ,rv nf Hetty Caatleton' life, except that
;", that relate, to Wrandall This
tury of the tragedy she forbid
t. girl ever to ten. dub i.uoij
m, friendship and security from peril
m aeemint of th. trniredy. Mr, fiarri
f-iindnll and HottV attend the funeral
Vhullla Wrandall at th home of hi
aarrnls.
CHAPTER IV Continued
neildo Sara Wrandall, on the email,
k divan, sat a stranger In this bohv
r company: a yuuug
( irk, whoso pale face was uncovered.
i,j whoiie lashes were lifted ao rareiy
A at one rould not know of the deep
Hal pain uiai in uoumu u,u, .u
Ish blue eyes.
She had arrived at the house an
,ur or two bofore the time set for
1- ..!. , U n
i ceremony, in cuiuuuuy uu hid
iilow. True to her resolution, tne
tidow of Chains Wrandall had re-
tjlurd away from the home of his
pie until the last hour. She had
Son consulted, to be sure, In regard
the final arrangements, but the
etlngs hnd taken place in her own
jWiniunt, many blocke distant from
J.) house In lower Fifth avenue. The
(jvrnoon before she had received
lidmond Wrandall and Leslie, his
in. She had not sent for them. They
avoo perfunctorily and not through
aW tense of obligation. These two
s) leant knew that sympathy was not
4hat the wanted, but peace. Twice
tiring the two trying days, Leslie had
time to see her, Vivian telephoned,
ton the occasion of hie first visit,
Cr.ilie had met the guest in the bouse.
15.9 second time he called, he made
It a point lo ask Sara all about ber,
Jli wag he wbo gently closed the
Kir after the two women when, on
tf morning of the funeral, they en-
Ured the dark, flower-laden room in
Jiiirb stood the casket containing the
ttly of his brother. He left them
tltme together In that room for halt
I hour or more, and it was he who
j:it forward to meet them when they
(:ne forth. Sura leaned on his arm
U she ascended the stairs to the room
wt-re the others were waiting. The
Jinn-faced girl followed.
(Mm. Wrandall, the elder, kissed
J; a and drew her down beside her
the couch. To her own surprise, as
ell as (hat of the others, Sara broke
Jin and wept bitterly. After all.
e was sorry for Chains' mother. It
the human instinct, she could not
IN out against It. And the older
wproan put away the ancient grudge
e held against this mortal enemy
ad dlf8olved Into tears of real com
Pi"sion. Ja little later she whispered broken-
in Sara's ear: "My dear, my dear,
4ls has brought ue together. I hope
Tf will learn to love me."
j-drn caught her breath, but uttered
J word. She looked into her mother
Iaw s eyes, and smiled through her
irs. The Wrandalls, looking on in
tuze, a the smile reflected In the
W'i of the older woman. Then it was
lit Vivian crossed quickly and put
f arms about the shoulders of her
I'fr in law. The white flag on both
letty Castleton stood alone and wa
ving, Just Inside the door. No
Banger situation could be Imagined
the one In which this unfortunate
r ,0UI11 herself at the present mo
J nt. She was virtually in the hands
1 those who would destroy her; she
J in the house of those who moot
f Ply were affected by her act on
ft fatal night. Among them all she
?"u, iac ne them itainin. v,
Pans and sohs, and vet her limb did
f live way beneath her. . . .
ms one gently touched her arm.
Leslie. Shn ahranlr KU
r'Ul look in ir i- u i
u . ;cb, iu iuo nil-
nfss he fniied to note the expres-
,Pn't you sit here?" he asked. In
W the Utile pink divan against
C ,"ForB've me for letting you
H o lone."
jte looked about her, the wild light
" 'n nor eyes. Sh u. ..t
I n ll.. . . .
a,. ' "ru, oui me
r" mix nft, i t
word of
I' , ,"" nt come forth,
A Btrange,
T "lUlllt
sound, almost a gasp,
. Pallid b . .h.f
instead.
V
'imply to the divan, and dug
S fasei . the BaUny 8eat- A
I'jWnated, she stared over the
J heads of the three women ,mme.
ith 1 rnt 01 her at the fu
St frnP ,r,alt banKln wne" the
s r a dashing youth in riding
i later Barm WrandaU came
dTh hor- The girl
warm I th a m'Khty rhl11 when
tils iB,r,oped k in a flrm cia,,p-
H -nw " kl88ed me'" W-Porad
It ,D you seer
fta 0 fl7?notreP,y- She could
KeSn ,tbeopeBdoor- A ema11'
VI ma" come up from
"hlsk
man with short
'1 i
era, and
a sepulchral look
P from't Then' having received a
It mlnn 'e' he away. Al-
tiote ', y ,cara from some distant
Inn ??not the house.
iiy !,,. - " aier, me per
tflulated VOIce ofa manpln
iiLLin
Uq q ,
indai,.. I' WrandallB; beside her,
fDtiaii8: ueneath her, friendB of the
would "hble, those
iU Join With hn hlnV
copr?CffrjW2
raven-like specters in tearing her to
pieces if tbey but knew!
The droning voice came up from be
low, each well-chosen word distinct
and clear: tribute beautiful to the irre
proachable character of the deceased.
Leslie watched the face of the girl,
curiously fascinated by the set, emo
tionless features, and yet without a
conscious interest in her. He was
dully sensible to the fact that she was
beautiful, uncommonly beautiful. It
did not occur to hlra to feel that she
waa out of place among them, that sti4
belonged down stairs. Somehow she
was a part of the surroundings, like
the specter at the feast.
If he could have witnessed all that
transpired while Sara was in the room
below with her gueBt her companion,
as be had come to regard her without
having In fact been told as much he
would have been lost In a maze of the
most overwhelming emotions.
To go back: The door had barely
closed behind the two women when
Hetty's trembling knees gave way be
neath her. With a low moan of hor
ror, she slipped to the floor, covering
ber face with ber hands.
Sara knelt beBide ber.
"Come," she said gently, but firmly;
"I must exact this much of you. If
we are to go on together, as we have
planned, you must stand beside me at
bis bier. Together we must look upon
him for the laBt time. You must see
him as I saw him up there in the
country. I bad my cruel blow that
night. It is your turn now. I will not
blame you for what you did. Dut if
you expect me to go on believing that
you did a brave thing that night, you
must convince me that you are not a
coward now. It le the only test I shall
put you to. Come; I know it is hard,
I know it Is terrible, but it la the truo
test of your ability to go through with
it to the end. I shall know then that
you have the courage to face anything
that may come up."
She waited a long time, ber hand pn
the girl's shoulder. At last Hetty
arose.
"You are right," she said hoarsely
"I Bhould not be afraid."
Later on they Bat over against the
wall beyond the casket, Into which
they had peered with widely varying
emotions. Sara had said:
"You know that I loved him."
The girl put her hande to her eyes
and bowed ber head.
"Ob, how can you be so merciful
to me?"
"Because be was not," said Sara,
white-lipped. Hetty glanced at the
half-averted face with queer, Indescrlb
able expression In her eyes.
If Leslie Wrandall could have looked
in upon them at that moment, or at
any time during the half on hour that
followed, he would have known who
was the slayer of his brother, but it
le doubtful if he could have bad the
heart to denounce her to the world
When they weee ready to leave the
room Hetty had regained control of
her nerves to a most surprising extent.
a condition unmistakably due to the
Influence of the older woman.
"I can trust myself now, Mrs. Wran
dall," said Hetty steadily as they hes
ltated for an Instant before turning
the knob of the door.
"Then I shall ask you to open the
door," said Sara, drawing back.
Without a word or a look, Hetty
opened the door and permitted the
other to pass out bofore her. Then
ehe followed, closing It gently, even
deliberately, but not without a swift
glance over her shoulder into the
depths of the room they were leaving.
Of the two, Sara Wrandall was the
paler as they went up the broad stair
case wJth Leslie. ,
The funeral oration by the Rev. Dr.
Maltby dragged on. Among all his
hearers there was but one who be
lieved the . things be said of Challis
Wrandall, and she was one of two per
sons wbo, eo they saying goes, are
Hetty's Trembling Knees Gave Way
Beneath Her.
the last to find a man out; his mother
and his sister. But in this Instance
the mother waa alone. The silent,
attentive guests on the lower floor
listened In grim approval: Dr. Maltby
was doing himself proud. Not one but
all of them knew that Maltby knew.
And yet how soothing he was.
By the end of the week the murder
of Challis Wrandall was forgotten by
all save the police. The lnqueet was
over, the law was baffled, the city was
serenely waiting for IU next sensa
tion. No one cared.
Leslie Wrandall went down to the
steamer to Bee his sister-in-law off for
Europe.
"Qoodby, Miss Castleton," he said,
as he shook the hand of the slim
young Englishwoman at parting.
"Take good care of Sara. She needs
a friend, a good friend, now. Keep her
over there until ih has forgotten."
George Barr McCutcheon
&r carta mm srsa7wrcw: corymn;r)2 3YPODD,w:iDZrcortPAtY
CHAPTER V.
Discussing a 8isterln-Law.
"You remember my sister-in-law,
don't you, Brandy?" was the question
that Leslie Wrandall put to a friend
one afternoon, as they eat drearily in
a window of one of the fashionable up
town clubs, a little more than a year
after the eventa described in the fore
going chapters. Drearily, I have Bald,
for the reason that It was Sunday, and
raining at that.
"I met Mrs. Wrandall a few years
ago In Rome," said bis companion, re
newing Interest in a conversation that
bad died some time before of its own
exhaustion. "She's most attractive. I
saw her but once. I think it was at
somebody's fete."
"She's returning to New York the
end of the month," said Leslie. "Been
abroad for over a year. She bad a
villa at Nice thl winter."
"I remember ber quite well. I was
of an age then to be particularly sen
sitive to female loveliness. If I'd been
staying on in Rome, I should have
screwed up the courage, I'm sure, to
have asked her to alt for me."
Brandon Booth was of an old Phila
delphia family: an old and wealthy
family. Loth views considered, he was
qualified to walk hand In glove with
the fastidious Wrandalls. Leslie's
mother was charmed with him be
cause she was also the mother of Viv
ian. The fact that he went in for por
trait painting and seemed averse to
subsisting on the generosity of his
father, preferring to live by his tal
ent, In no way operated against him,
so far as Mrs. Wrandall was con
cerned. That was his lookout, not
hers; if he elected to that sort of
thing, all well and good. He could
afford to be eccentric; there remained,
In the perspective he scorned, the bulk
of a hugo fortune to offset whatever
idiosyncrasies ho might choose to cul
tlvate. Some day, In spite of himself,
she contended serenely, he would be
very, very rich. What could be more
desirable than fame, family and for
tune all heaped together and thrust
upon one exceedingly Interesting and
handsome young man?
He had been the pupil of celebrated
draftsmen and painters in Europe, and
bad exhibited a sincerity of purpose
that was eurprlslng, all things con-
sldered. The mere fact that he was
not obliged to paint in order to obtain
a living was sufficient cause for won.
der among the artists he met and
studied with or under.
Ills studio In New York was not a
fashionable resting place. It was a
workshop. You could have tea there,
of course, and you were sure to meet
people you knew and liked, but It was
quite as much of a workshop aa any
you could mention. He was not a
dabbler In art, not a mere dauber of
pigments: be was an artist.
Booth was thirty perhaps a year
or two older; tall, dark and good look
ing. The air of the thoroughbred
marked bim. He did not affect loose,
flowing cravats and baggy trousers,
nor was he careless about his finger
nails. He wae simply the ordinary,
every-day sort of chap you would
meet in Fifth avenue during parade
hours, and you would take a second
look at him because of his face and
manner but not on account of bis
dress. Some of his ancestors came
over ahead of the Mayflower, but he
did not gloat.
Leslie Wrandall was his closest
friend and harshest critic. It didn't
really matter to Booth what Leslie
said ot his paintings: ne quite under
stood that be didn't know anything
about them.
"When does Mrs. Wrandall return?"
asked the painter, after a long period
of alienee spent in contemplation of
the gleaming pavement beyond the
club's window.
"That's queer," said Leslie, looking
up. "I waa thinking of Sara myeelf.
She sails next week. I've had a let
ter asking me to open hor house in
the country. Her place is about two
miles from father's. It hasn't been
opened in two years. Her father built
It fifteen or twenty years ago, and left
It to her when he died. She and
Challis spent several summers there."
"Vivian took me through It one aft
ernoon last summer."
"It must have been quite as much
of a novelty to her as It was to you,
old chap," said Leslie gloomily.
"What do you mean?"
"Vivian's a bit of a snob. She never
liked the place because old man Oooch
built it out of worsteds. She never
went there."
But the old man's been dead for
years."
That doesn't matter. The fact Is,
Vivian didn't quite take to Sara until
after well, until after Challis died.
We're dreadful snobs, Brandy, the
whole lot of us. Sara was quite good
enough for a much better man than
my brother. She really couldn't help j
the worsteds, you know. Im very
fond of her, and always have been.
We're pals. 'Gad, it was a fearful slap
at the home folks when Challis justi
fied Sara by getting snuffed out the
way he did."
Booth made an attempt to change
the subject, but Wrandall got back
to It.
Since then we've all been exceed
ingly sweet on Sara. Not because we
want to be, mind you, but because
we're afraid ehe'll marry some chap
who wouldn't be acceptable to as."
"I should consider that a very neat
way out of it," said Booth coldly.
"Not at all. You see, Challis was
fond of Sara, In spite ot everything.
He left a will and under It she came
In for all he bad. Aa that Includes a
third Interest in our extremely refined
and Irreproachable business, it would
be a deuce of a trick on us if she mar
ried one of the common people and eet
him up amongst us, willy-nilly. We
don't want strange bedfellows. We're
too snug and I might say, too smug.
Down in her heart mother le Baying to
herself it would be just like Sara to
get even with us by doing just that
sort of a trick. Of course Sara Is rich
enough without accepting a sou under
the will, but she's a canny person. She
hasn't handed it back to us on a silver
platter, with thanks; still, on the
other band, she refuse to meddle. She
makes us feel pretty small. She won't
sell out to us. She just sits tight
That's what gets under the skin with
mother."
"I wouldn't aay that, Les, if I were
In your place."
"It Is a rather priggish thing to say,
isn't it?"
"Rather."
"You see, I'm the only one who
really took sides with Sara. I forget
myself sometimes. She was such
brick, all those years."
Booth was silent for a moment, not
ing tbe reflective look in his coinpan
ion's eyes.
"I suppose tbe police haven't given
i ll w n1
"You Must Play the Game, Hetty."
up tbe hope that sooner or later the
er the woman will do something to
give herself away," said he.
"They don't take any stock in my
theory that she made way with herself
the same ulght. I wae talking with
tbe chief yesterday. He says that
anyone who had wit to cover up her
tracks as she did, la not the kind to
make way with herself. Perhaps he's
right. It sounds reasonable. 'Gad, I
felt sorry for the poor girl they had
up last spring. She went through the
third degree, if ever anyone did, but,
by Jove, she came out of It all right
The Aehtley girl, you remember. I've
dreamed about that girl, Brandy, and
what they put her through. It's a sort
of nightmare to me, even when I'm
awako. Oh, they've questioned others
as well, but sho was tbe only one to
have the screws twisted In just that
way."
"Where Is she now?"
"She's comfortable enough now,
When I wrote to Sara about what
she'd been through, she settled a neat
bit of money on her, and she'll never
want for anything, She'a out west
somewhere, with her mother and sis
ters. I tell you, Sara's a wonder. She's
got a heart of gold."
"I look forward to meeting her,
old man.
"I waa with her for a few weeks
this winter. In Nice, you know. Vlv
Ian stayed on for a week, but mother
had to get to the baths. 'Gad, I be
lieve she bated to go. Sara's got a
most adorable girl staying with ber.
A daughter ot Colonel Castleton, and
she'a connected In eomo way with the
Murgatroyds old Lord, Murgatroyd,
you know. I think her mother was a
niece ot the old boy. Anyhow, mother
and Vivian have taken a great fancy
to hor. That's proof of the pudding.'
"I think Vivian mentioned a com
panlon ot some sort"
"xou wouiun t exactly call her a
companion," said Leslie. "She's got
money to burn, I take it. Quite keeps
up with Sara In making it fly, and that's
saying a good deal for ber resources.
I think it's a pose on ber part, this
calling herself a companion. An Eng
lish joke, eh? As a matter of fact,
she's an old frlond of Sara's and my
brother's too. Knew them In England.
Most delightful girl. Oh, I say, old
man, she's the one for you to paint"
Leslie waxed enthusiastic. "A type, a
positive type. Never saw such eyes In
all my life. Dammit, they baunt you.
You dream about 'em."
"You seem to be hard hit," said
Booth indifferently. He was watching
the man In the "slicker" through
moody eyes.
"Ob, nothing like that," disclaimed
Leslie with unnecessary promptness.
"But If I were given to that eort of
thing, I'd be bowled over in a minute.
Positively adorable face. If I thought
you had it in you to paint a thing as
It really Is I'd commission you myself
to do a miniature for me, just to have
It around where I could pick it up
when I liked and boni It between my
hands, just as I've often wanted to
hold the real thing."
Sara Wrandall returned to New
York at the end ot the month, and
Leslie met her at the dock, as he did
on an occasion fourteen months ear
lier. Then she came In on a fierce
gale from the wintry Atlantic; this
time the air was soft and balmy and
sweet with the kindness of spring. It
waa May and the sea was blue, the
land was green.
Again she went to the email, exclu
sive hotel near the park. Her apart
ment was closed, tbe butler and his
wife and all ot'tholr hastily recruited
company being in the country, await
ing her arrival from town. Leslie at
tended to everything. Ho lent his re
sourceful man servant and his motor
to his lovely sister-in-law, and saw to
It that bis mother and Vivian Bent
flowers to tbe ship. Redmond Wran- j
mm
dall called at the hotel immediately
after banking hours, klescd bis daughter-in-law,
and delivered an ultimatum
second-hand from the power at home:
she was tocome to dinner and bring
Miss Castleton. A little quiet family
dinner, you know, because they were
all In mourning, he said In conclusion,
vaguely realizing all the while that It
really wasn't necessary to supply the
information, but, for the life of him,
unable to think of anything else to
say under the circumstances. Some.
how it seemed to him that while Sara
was In black she was not In mourning
in tbe same sense that the rest of
them were. It seemed only right to
acquaint her with the conditions In his
household. And he knew that ho de
served the scowl that Leslie bestowed
upon him.
Sara accepted, much to his surprise
and gratification. He had been rather
dubious about it It would not have
surprised him In the least if she bad
declined the Invitation, feollng, as he
did, that be bad in a way come to her
with a white flag or an olive branch
or whatever It is that a combative
force utilizes when It wants to sur
render In the cause of humanity.
As soon as they were alone Hetty
turned to hor frlond.
"Oh, Sara, can't you go without me?
Toll them that I am 111 suddenly 111.
I I don't think It right or honorable
of me to accept "
Sara shook her head, and the words
died on the girl's lips.
"You mut play the game, Hetty.'
"It's very hard," murmured the
other, hor face very white and bleak.
"I know, my dear," said Sara gently.
"If thoy should ever find out,"
gasped the girl, suddenly giving way
to tbe dread that bad been lying dor
mant all those months.
"They will never know tbo truth
unless you choose to enlighten them
said Sara, putting her arm about the
girl's shoulders and drawing her close.
"You never cease to be wonderful.
Sara so very wonderful," cried the
girl, with a look of worship in her
eyee.
sara regarded ner in suenct ror a
moment, reflecting. Then, with a swift
rush of tears to her eyes, she cried
fiercely:
"You must never, never tell me all
that happened, Hetty I You must not
speak it with your own lips."
Hetty s eyes grew dark with pain
and wonder.
"That Is tho thing I can't under
stand In you, Sara," she said slowly.
"We must not speak of it!"
Hetty's bosom heaved. "Speak of
It!" she cried, absolute agony In her
voice. "Have I not kept it locked In
my heart since that awful day "
"Hush!"
"I shall go mad If I cannot talk
with you about"
"No, no! It Is the forbidden sub
ject! I know all that I should know-
all that I care to know. We nave not
said so much as this In months lo
ages, it seems. Let sleeping dogs lie
We are better off, my dear. I coula
not touch your lips again."
"I I can't bear the thought ot
that!"
"Kiss me now, Hotty."
"I could die for you, Sara," cried
Hetty, as she impulsively obeyed tbe
command.
"I mean that you shall live for me."
said Sara, smiling through her tears.
How silly of me to cry. It must be
the room we are in. These are the
same rooms, dear, that you came to
on the night we met Ah, bow old I
feel!"
"Old? You say that to me? I am
agee and ages older than you," cried
Hetty, the color coming back to ber
soft cheeks.
"You are twenty-three."
"And you are twenty-eight."
Sara hnd a far-away look in her
eyes. "About your size and figure,"
said she, and Hetty did not compre
hend.
CHAPTER VI.
Southlook.
Sara Wrandall' house In the coun
try stood on a wooded knoll overlook
ing the sound. It was rather remotely
CURE DOGS OF EATING EGGS
Small Amount of Tartar Emetlo Wl'l
Break the Habit, According
to Authority.
When eggs are bringing top rices
In the market nothing Is more dis
couraging than to find, on making the
round ot the nests that tbe dog has
been there before you. Often this
parasite on hennery profits Is a fam
ily pet that the owners do not wish to
kill. But as with other pests, remedy
lies only with killing or curing. Here
Is a cure which I have used success
fully: Buy one dram of tartar emetic
this is a poison and should be handled
w ith the greatest of care. Under no
circumstances sholud the powder be
placed where it Is accessible to chil
dren.
Pip a small piece out of an eggshell,
pour out a little of the contents and
put about aa much of the tartar emetlo
as will cover the point of a small
pocket knife Into the shell. Paste a
small piece of white paper over the
broken portion, and place the egg In
one of the nests, preferably In a se
cluded spot, where the dog has been
accustomed to pilfer. Put It where he
can get It quickly before tbe hens
have a chance to crack the treated
egg.
Having eaten this poison the do( be
located, so far as neighbors were con
cerned. Her father, Sebastian Gooch,
shrewdly foresaw the day when land
in this particular section of the sub
urban world would return dollars for
pennies, and wisely bought thousands
of acres: woodland, meadowland,
beachland and hills, inserted between
the environs of New York city and
the rich towns up the const. Years
afterward he built a commodious sum
mer home on the choicest point that
his property afforded, named it South
look, and transformed that particular
part of his wilderness Into a million
aire's paradise, where be rould dawdle
and putter to his heart's content,
where be could spend his time and bis
money with a prodigality that came so
late in life to him that he made waste
ot both In his haste to live down a
rather parsimonious past.
Two miles and a half awayi in tbe
heart of a scattered colony of puree
proud New Yorkers, was the country
home of the Wrandalls, an Imposing
place and older by far than South
look. It had descended from well
worn and tlme-stalued ancestors to
Redmond Wrandall, and, with others
of Its kind, looked with no little scorn
upon the modern, mushroom struc
tures that sprouted from the seeds ot
trade. There was no friendship be
tween the old and the now. lch had
recourse to a bitter contempt for tbe
other, though consolation was small
In comparison.
It was In the wooded by-ways of this
despised domuln that Challis Wran
drill and Sara, the earthly daughter of
Midas, met and loved and defied all
things supernul, for matches ara
made In heaven. Their marriage did
not open the gates of Nineveh. Sebas
tian Gooch'e paradise was more com
pletely ostracised than It was before
the disaster. Tbe Wrandalls spoke of
It as a disaster.
Clearly the old merchant was not
over-pleased with hlu daughter's
choice, a conclusion permanently es
tablished by tho alteration he made
In his will a year or two after the mar
riage. True, he left the vast estate to
bis beloved daughter Sara, but he fast
ened a stout string to it, and with
this string her hands were tied. It
must have occurred to him that Chal
lis was a profligate In more ways than
ono, for he deliberately stipulated in
his will that Sara was not to sell a
foot of the ground until a period of
twenty years had elapsed. A very
polite way, it would seem, of making
hie investment Bate in the face of con
siderable odds.
He lived long enough after the mak
ing of his1 will, I am happy to relate,
to find that he hud made no mistake.
As he preceded his son-in-law into the
great beyond by a scant three years,
it readily may be seen that he wrought
too well by far. Seventeen unneces
sary years of proscription remained,
and he had not. Intended them for
Sara alone. He was not afraid of
Sara, but for her.
When the will was read and the con
dition revealed, Challis Wrandall took
it in perfect good humor. He had tbe
grace to proclaim In the bosom of bis
father's family that the old gentleman
was a father-in-law to be proud of. "A
canny old boy, ne nnu announced
with his most engaging smllo, quite
free from rancor or resentment Chnl-
Us was well acquainted with himself.
And so the acres were strapped to
gether snugly and firmly, without bo
much as a town lot protruding.
So impressed was Challis by the far
sightedness ot his father-in-law that
he forthwith sat him down and made
will of his own. He would not have
It snld that Sara's father did a whit
better by her than he would do. He
left everything be possessed to ' his
wlfo, but put no string to it, blandly
implying that all danger would be
past when Bhe came into possession.
There was a sort of grim humor In
the way he managed to present him
self to view as the real and ready
source of peril.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Gigantic Operation.
Earth excuvated from Panama canal
was sufficient to build sixty-three pyr
amids the size of that of Cheops.
comes violently sick and will subse
quently shun eggs. This means of
curing the habit, though drastic, Is
effectual. It will not result in the
death of tbe dog unless an overdose
Is given.
Some farmers use red pepper In
stead of tbo tartar emetic, a pinch ot
pepper concealed In a baited egg
often being effectual. Throughout the
Bouthorn states Indian turnips when
available are used in the same man
ner. This Is a pungent plant which,
when eaten, causes the tongue to
smart and burn and often to swell.
George H. Dacy in tbe Country Gen
tleman. The Only Way.
Mrs. Pankhurst as the Majestlo
sailed from New York, talked to a re
porter about tbe comparative deceit
fulness of men and women.
"Women," said the reporter, "are
the more deceitful."
"No," said Mrs. Pankhurst, "men are
the worse. Look at the way they de
ceive their wives."
"Do you claim," the reporter asked,
"that men should never deceive tholr
wives?"
Mrs. Pankhurst smiled and tossed
her head.
"Oh, no," she said. "How could the
average man ever get a wife If he
didn't deceive berP x
RINGWORM ITCHED TERRIBLY
1545 Alsqulth St., Baltimore, Md.
"My children were aflilcted with what
tbey called ringworm of tbe scalp
contracted from a house-cat they were
playing with. The ringworm formed
on their scalps about the size of a
silver dollar and their balr fell out.
leaving a round scale or crust on their
scalps. Their hair fell out in round
spots. There was terrible itching, and
they Bcratchcd till the blood came.
They were very fretful and could not
Bleep at night, and they were very
cross.
"They were treated for several
months with no Improvement whatso
ever. ' I was told thoy would never
have any balr and would always be
bald. Then I began using Cutlcura
Soap In connection with Cutlcura
Ointment and tho first week I could
see the wonderful remedies were do
ing all they were claimed to do and In
six weeks' tlmo they were entirely
cured. They all havo a beautiful
growth of hair." (Signed) Mrs. Sadie
rollock, Jan. 1, 1913.
Cutlcura Soap and Ointment Bold
throughout the world. Sample of each
free.wlth 32-p. Skin Hook. Address post
card "Cutlcura, Dept. L, Boston." Adv.
Ravaged Eastern Coast.
One hundred years ago the British
blocknders wero committing ninny
depredations along the New England
coast. Their method was to land boat
crews from the vessels nt nightfall,
surprise the Inhabitants of one of the
smaller towtiB, and after plundering
the storehouses and burning the ship
ping at the w harves, ret rent to their
boats before the villagers fully com
prehended tho blow that hnd fallen
upon them. Such occurrences took
place ut many of the coast towns and,
In most cases, the militia proved pow
erless to check the enemy. All up and
down the New England const, from
Maine to the mouth of tho Connecti
cut river, the people were kept In a
Btntn bordering on pnnlc during the
greater part of the summer of 1814.
Embarrassing for Rector.
A rector of a certain English church
Is a somewhat portly gentleman, and
a little inclined to bo pompous. He
owns a small terrier called Rags.
On one occasion Inst summer Rags
escaped from his guardian and wan
dered into the church Just as his mas
ter was facing the congregation, hold
ing up the alms basin In both hands.
That was Rags' opportunity. He made
a bee line for tho chancl, and pausing
before his master, whoso eyes wero
piously elevated to the celling, he sat
up and begged!
Delight of tho wicked and horror of
the pious!
Not That Stingy.
"Hogan," propounded Schmidt, "If
a hen unt a half laldt nn egg unt a
half a day, how long vouldt it dake
a hen to lay half on egg?"
"A hln," promptly responded Pat,
"wud scorn to short change her own
er by layin' half an egg. An' nobody
but a tlghtllst wud iver think av such
a thing." Judge.
At 11:30 P. M.
"Wife, why does that young cub
stay out so late?"
"I believe he's pleading with Mabel
for a good-night kiss."
"Well, if that Is the only way to
get rid of htm, authorize her to be
stow It."
Wants But Little.
First Girl (at seashore) I don't
care what kind of a husband I get.
Second Girl Gracious!
First Girl So long as lie's rich,
handsome, kind and generous.
Getting Rid of Indigestion.
Church Has Bhe dono anything to
Improve conditions In her home?
Gotham Oh, yes; she's given away
her chafing dish.
And it Is easier to see through some
people than it is to see through a
glass eye.
HER MOTHER-IN-LAW
Proved a Wise, Good Friend.
A young woman out In la. found a
wlso, good friend In her mother-in-law,
Jokes notwithstanding. She writes:
"I was greatly troubled with my
stomach, complexion was blotchy nnd
yellow. After meals I often suffered
sharp pains mid would have to lie
down. My mother often told me it
was tho coffee I drank at meals. But
when I'd quit coffee I'd have a severe
headache.
"While vinltliig my mother-in-law I
remarked that she always made such
good coffee, and asked her to tell mo
how. She laughed and told me It was
ensy to make good 'coffee' when you
use Postum.
"I began to use Postum as soon as I
got homo, and now we have the same
good 'coffee' (Postum) every day, and
I have no more trouble. Indigestion
is a thing of the past, and my com
plexion has cleared up beautifully.
"My grandmother Buffered a great
deal with her stomach. Her doctor
told her to leave off coffee. She then
took tea but that was just as bad.
"She finally was Induced to try Post
um which she has used for over a
year. She traveled during the winter
over the greater part of Iowa, visiting,
something Bhe bad not been able to
do for years. She says Bhe owes her
present good health to Postum."
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Read "The Rond to Well
vllle," In pkgs. .
Postum now comes In two forms:
Regular Postummust be well
boiled. 15c and 25c packages.
Instant Potum Is a soluble pow
der. A teaspoonful dissolves quickly
In a cup of hot water and, with cream
and sugar, makes a dellcloua beverage
Instantly. 30c and EOc tins.
Tho cost per cup of both kinds fa
about the same.
"There's a Reason" for Postum.
sold by Grocers.