THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS, McCONNELLSBURG. PA.
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SYNOPSIS.
mm Wrnndall lit found murdered In
.. .1 ,..r N'nw York. Mm. Wriin-
1 ...n.i from tho citv and Id.-n-
J 'Si. ii bu'lv. A young woman who ac
tom il Wrnndall to the Inn and nub.
ii,,-nilv disappeared, is suspected,
t It appears, had led a nay life
?..n lm-l; fr N?w York in an auto dur
1, blinding "now storm. On the way
S i ITK-.-I- a young woman In the road
5 h nnrt.'s 10 be tna woman who killed
fr'ranilall. reeling that the girl had done
i-r n ' rvl-c In ridding her nf the man
tho ihouiih s.ie loved him deeply, had
Sium-d her rrcat iiorrow. Mrs. Wrandall
E 7, rmlr" -t I 1 shield her and take, her to
i. own hen. Mrs. Wrnndall hoar, the
! 'r,in that relate, to Wrandall Th s
Jij tlie "ry of the .tragedy she forbids
j . ilrl ever to tell. She offers Hetty a
( m" friendship ud security from peril
L arre.int of the tragedy. Mrs. Bara
V r.ri.)itll and Hetty attend the funeral
' r ial IS wran'i'ui m mo v.
,r,nti San Wrnndall and Hetty Te
rn in New York after an absence of a
nr In Europe. Leslie Wrandall. brother
' Challis. makes himself useful to Bara
,,,J becomes greatly inieresiea in noujr.
CHAPTER VI. Continued.
Sara and Hetty did not stay long In
. .
town. Tlio newspapers annuunceu iuo
turn of Chaiils Wrandnll's widow
id reporters sought her out for Inter
ows. The old Interest was revived
id columns were printed about tho
L.urder at Burton's Inn, with sharp
Mortal comments on tlie failure or
lie pollen to clear up tho mystery.
"I ehall ask LcBlle down for the
"i-enil," said Sara, tho third day
'tor their arrival In the country. The
uj?e was hugo and lonely, and time
;ng rather heavily despite tho glorl-
uplift of spring.
Hetty looked up quickly from her
kok. A look of dismay flickered In
t eves for an Instant and then gave
i.iy to tho calmness that had come to
ItpII In their depths of late. Her Hps
t.rtfd In tho sudden Impulse to cry
f ,t against the plan, hut she checked
po words. For a moment her dark.
i:ptlonliig eyes studied the face of
i-r bencfactrese; then, as If nothing
been revealed to her, sho allowed
i-r gaze to drift pensively out toward
to sunset sea.
They wero sitting on the broad
frrandah overlooking the sound. The
sk of evening was beginning to steal
rcr the earth. She laid her book
"Will yr.u telephone In to him after
-ner, Hetty?" went on Sara, after
long period of silence.
Apaln Hetty started. This time a
k of actual pain flashed In her eye.
"Would not a note by post be more
f rtala to find hlra In the " she be-
? hurriedly.
I dislike writing notes," said Sara
mly. "Of course, dear, If you feel
it you'd rather not telephone him,
an"
I dare say I am finicky, Sara," apol
ied Hetty in quick contrition. "Of
irse ho in your brother. I should
iiera "
My brother-in-law, dear," said Sara,
'rifle too literally.
He will come often to your house,"
nt on Hetty rapidly. "I must make
best of 11."
Ho Is your friend, Hetty. He ad-
'e you."
I cannot see him through your
, Sara."
Rut he Is charming and agreeable,
II admit," persisted the other.
He Is very kind, and ho Is devoted
you. I should like hlra for that"
You have uo cause for disliking
I do not dislike him. I I am Oh,
1 always have been so thoughtful,
considerate. Sara, I can't under-
rour failing to see how hard It
or mo to to well, to endure his
n hearted friendship."
f -ra was hlleiit for a moment. "You
t a tirettv film lino Ilolln .K.
- J ...... .13, aiviij, sua
(J gently.
ty Hushed. "You mean that
6 Is little to choose between wife
brother? That Isn't 'quite fair,
know everything, he knows noth
I wear a musk for him; you have
Into the very heart of me. It
t tho same."
' Cllair. After a mnnwnt nf Inrto,
ft Uokerf .,- . . .
quickly From h
Book.
y&m her hand on IIotty'B
rin . 61 ,0Ked up, tbe over-
'"8 QUestlnn In i... :.'
ha eyes.
len t spoken of of these
nian .v
' .inca ,.T ' "8' 1.le"y- . ...
iraie to m. vranan'l and Vlv
' intsi .v C0- 1 was upset-dread-
1 tt,h. CV- Sara- I don't know
-"tea to get through with
Her nmanasel It." pronounced
"'J in n 8eem-d to tighten
wf B1" 8 houIder. "I
U . qulte wonderful, both
hy m111 easy for me."
Sara'- BacK 10 wew
friJrurst out Hetty, clasp-
d b, ,a nanu as ir suddenly
i .1 ' terror itit . .
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copy?cfr,M2
"Listen, my dear," said Sara, a
hard note growing In her voice: "this
Is my home. I do not love It, but I
enn see no reason for abandoning It.
That la why we camo back to New
York."
Hetty pressed her friend's hand to
her Hps. "Forgive mo," she cried Im
pulsively. "I shouldn't have com
complained. It was detestable."
"Hesldes," went on Sarn evenly,
"you wore quite free to remain on the
otlier side. I loft It to you."
"You gavo me a week to decide,"
said Hetty In a hurried manner of
speaking. "I I took but twenty-four
hours less than that. Over night,
you remember. I love you, Sara. I
could not leave you. All that night
I could feel you pulling at my heart
strings, pulling mo closer, and holding
me. You were In your room, I In
mine, and yet all the time you seemed
to be bending over me In the dark
ness, urging me to stay with you and
love you and bo loved by you. It
couldn't have been a dream."
"It was not a dream," said Sara,
with a queer smllo.
"You do love me?" tensely.
"I do love you," wns the firm' an
swer. Sara was staring across tho
"Good God, Sara!" Crld the Girl In
Horror.
water, her eyes big and as black as
night Itself. She seemed to be looking
far beyond the misty lights that bob
bled with nearby schooners, far be
yond the yellow mass on the oppoBito
shore where a town lay cradled In tho
shadows, far Into tho fust darkening
sky that came up like a wall out of
the east.
Hetty's fingers tightened In a
warmer clasp. Unconsciously perhaps,
Sara's grip' on the girl's shoulder
tightened also; unconsciously, for her
thoughts were far away. The younger
woman's pensive gaze rested on the
peaceful waters below, taking In the
slow approach of the fog that was
soon to envelop tho land. Neither
spoke for many minutes: Inscrutable
thinkers, each a prey to thoughts that
leaped backward to the beginning and
took up (he puzzle at Its Inception.
"I wonder" began Hetty, her eyes
narrowing with the Intensity of
thought. She did not complete the
sentence.
Sara answered the unspoken ques
tion. "It will never be different from
what It Is now, unless you make It so."
Hetty started. "How could you have
known what I was thinking?" she
cried In wonder.
"It 1b what you are always think
ing, my dear. You are always asking
yourself when will I turn against you,"
"Sara!"
"Your own Intelligence should sup
ply the answer to nil tho questions you
are asking of yourself. It Is too late
for me to turn against you." Sho ab
ruptly removed her hand from Hetty's
shoulder and walked to the edgo of
the veranda. For the first time, the
English girl was conscious of pain.
She drew her arm up and cringed. Sho
pulled the light scarf about her bare
shoulders.
The butler appeared In the doorway.
"The telephone, If you please, Miss
Castluton. Mr. Leslie Wrandall Is
calling."
The girl stored. "For me, Watson?"
"Yes. miss."
Hetty had risen, visibly agitated.
"What shall I say to him, Sara?"
she cried.
"Apparently It Is he who has some
thing to say to you," said the other,
still. smiling. "Watt and see what It
Is. Plcaee don't neglest to say that
we'd like to have him over Sunday."
"A box of flowers has just como up
from the station for you, miss," said
Watson.
Hetty was very whlto as she passed
Into the house. Mrs. Wrandall re
sumed her contemplation of the fog
screened sound.
"Shall I fetch you a wrap, ma'am?"
asked Watson, hesitating.
"I am coming In, Watson. Open the
box of flowers for Miss Castleton. Is
there a fire In the library?"
"Yes, Mrs. Wrandall."
"Mr. Leslie will be out on Saturday.
Tell Mrs. Conkling."
"The evening train, ma'am?"
"No. Tho eleven-thirty. He will
bo here for luncheon."
When Hetty hurried Into the library
a few minutes later, her manner was
that of one considerably disturbed by
something that has transpired almost
on the moment, Her cheeks were
flushed and her1 eyes were reflectors
of a no uncertain distress of mind.
Mrs. Wrandall was standing before
the fireplace, an exquisite figure In tbe
slinky black evening gown which she
affected In these days. Her perfectly
modelled neck and shoulders gleamed
like pink marble In the reflected glow
of the burning logs. She wore no Jew
elry, but there was a single white rose
11 Kill
George Barr MCutcheon
cr ctonct oam nscurcffrosr: cofv?c7;m2 gy ODD,rtAD &. cojpmy
In her dark hair, where It had been
placed by the whimsical Hetty an hour
earlier as they left the dinner table.
"Uo Is coming out on tbe eleven
thirty, Sara," said the girl nervously,
"unless you will send the motor In for
him. Tho body of his car Is being
changed and it's In tho shop. He must
have been jesting when he eald be
would pay for (ho petrol I should
have said gasoline."
Sara laughed. "You will know him
better, my dear," she said. "Leslie Is
very light-hearted."
"He suggested bringing a friend,"
went on He'.ty hurriedly. "A Mr.
Hooth, the portrait painter."
"I met him In Italy. He Is charm
ing. You will like him, too, Hetty."
The emphasis did not escape notice.
"It seems that he Is spending a fort
night In tbe village, this Mr. Hooth,
painting spring lambs for rest and
recreation, Mr Leslie says."
"Then he Is at our very gates," said
Sara, looking up suddenly.
"I wonder If ho can be tbe man I
saw yesterday at the bridge," mused
Hetty. "Ie he tall?"
"I really can't say. He's rather
vague. It was six or seven years ago."
"It was left that Mr. Wrandall Is to
come out on the eleven-thirty," ex
plained Hetty. "I thought you wouldn't
like sending either of the motors in."
"And Mr. Booth?"
"We are to send for hlra after Mr.
Wrandall arrives. He is stopping at
tho Inn, wherever that may bo."
"l'oor fellow!" sighed Sara, with a
grimace. "I am sure ho will like us
Immensely If ho has boen stopping at
tho Inn."
Hetty stood staring down at the
blazing logs for a full minute before
giving expression to the thought that
troubled her.
"Sura," sho said, meeting her
friend's eyes with a steady light in her
own, "why did Mr. Wrandall ask for
me Instead of you? It Is you ho Is
coming to visit, not me. It Is your
hoiiHo. Why ehould "
"My denr," said Sara glibly, "I am
merely his sister-in-law. It wouldn't
bo nccestiary to ask me If ho should
come. He knows ho Is welcome."
"Thon why should ho feel called up
on to "
"Some men llko to telephone, I sup
pose," said the other coolly.
"I wonder If you will ever under
stand bow I feel about about certain
things, Sara,"
"What, for Instance?"
"Well, his very evident Interest In
me," cried the girl hotly. "He sends
mo flowers this Is tho Bccond box
this week and ho Is so kind, so very
friendly, Sara, that I can't bear It I
renlly can't"
Mrs. Wrandall etared at her. "You
cim't very well send hi in about his
business," she said, "unless be be
comes mora than friendly. Now, can
you?"
"But It seems so-so horriblo, so
beastly," groaned the girl.
Sara faced her squarely. "See here,
Hetty," she said levelly, "we have
made our bed, you and I. We must lie
In It together. If Leslie Wrandall
chooses to full in love with you, that
Is bis affair, not ours. Wo must face
every condition. In plain words, we
must piny tho game."
"What could be more appalling than
to have him full In love with me?"
"The other way 'round would be
more dramatic, I should say."
"Good God Sara!" cried the girl In
horror. "How can you even speak of
euch a thing?"
"After all, why shouldn't " began
Sura, but stopped In the mldillo of her
suggestion, with the result that It had
Its full effect without being uttered In
so many cold blooded words. The girl
shuddered.
I wish, Sara, you would let me un
burden myself completely to you," she
pleaded, seizing her friend's bands.
"You have forbidden mo "
Sara Jerked her bands away. Her
eyes flashed. "I do not want to hear
It," ehe cried fiercely. "Never, neverl
Do you understand? It la your secret.
I will not share it with' you. I should
hate you If I knew everything. As It
Is, I love you because you are a wom
an who suffered at the linnd of one
who made me suffer. Thcro Is noth
ing moro to say. Don't bring up the
subject again. I want to be your
friend for ever, not your confidante.
There is a distinction. You may be
able to see how very marked It Is In
our case. Hetty. What one doce not
know, seldom hurts."
"But I want to Justify myself"
"It Isn't necessary," cut In the other
so peremptorily that the girl's eyes
spread Into a look of anger. Where
upon Sara Wrandall threw her arm
tbout her and drew her down beside
her In the chaiso-lounge. "I didn't
mean to be harsh," she cried. "We
must not speak of the paet, that's alL
The future Is net likely to hurt us,
dear. Let us avoid the past."
"The future!" sighed the girl, star
ing blankly before her.
"To appreciate what It Is to be,"
said the other, "you bavo but to think
of what it might have been."
"I know."' said Hetty, In a low
voice. "And yet I sometimes wonder
If"
Sara Interrupted. "You are paying
me, dear, instead of the law," she said
gently. "I am not a harsh creditor,
am I?"
"My life belongs to you. I give It
cheerfully, even gladly."
"So you have eald before. Well. If
It belongs to mo, you might at least
permit me to develop It as I would any
other possession. I take It 'as an In
vestment. It will probably fluctuate."
"Now you are Jesting!"
"Perhaps," said Sara laconically.
The next morning Hetty set forth
for her accustomed tramp over the
roads that wound through the estate.
Sara, the American, dawdled at home,
resenting the chill spring drizzle that
did not In the least discourage the
Englishwoman.
Sho came to the brldgo by the mill
long since deserted and now a thing of
ruin arid decay. A man in knicker
bockers stood leanftig against the rail
Idly gazing down at the trickling
stream below. The brier plpo that
formed the circuit between hand and
llpa sent up soft blue colls to float
away on the drizzle.
Sho passed behind him, with a sin
gle furtlvo, curious glance at his hand
some, undisturbed profile, and In that
glance recognized him as tho man she
had seen tho day before.
When she was a dozen rods away
tbe tall man turned his faco from tbe
stream and sent after her tho long
restrained look. There was something
akin to cautiousness In that look of
bis, as If he were afraid that she
might turn ber bead suddenly and
catch him at it. Something began
stirring In his heart, tho nameless
something that awakens when least
expected. He felt the subtle, sweet
femininity of her ae she passed. It
lingered with him as he looked.
She turned tho bend In the road a
hundred yards away. For many mln
utes ho studied the stream below
without really seeing It. Then he
straightened up, knocked tho ashes
from his pipe, and set off slowly In
her wake, although ho had been walk
ing In quite tho opposite direction
when he camo to tho bridge and on
a mission of some consequence, too.
There was tho chance that ho would
meet her coming back.
CHAPTER VII.
A Faithful Crayon-Point
Loelie Wrandall came out on the
eleven-thirty. Hetty was at tho Btatlon
with the motor, a sullen resentment
In her heart, but a welcommg smile
on her lips. Tho sun shone brightly
The sound glared with the whlto of re
flected skies.
"I thought of catching tho eight
o'clock," ho cried enthusiastically, as
ho dropped his bag besldo tho motor
In order to reach over and shake
hands with her. "That would have
gotten me here hours earlier. Tho dif
ficulty was that I didn't think of the
eight o'clock until I awoko at nine."
"And then you had tho additional
task of thinking about breakfast,"
said Hetty, but without a truco of sar
casm In her manner.
"I never think of breakfast," said
he amiably. "I merely cat It. Of
course. It's a task to eat it sometimes,
but well, how are you? How do you
liko It out hero?"
He was besldo her on tho broad
seat, his face beaming, his gay Httlo
mutitncho pointing upward at tho ends
llko oblique brown exclamation points,
so expansive was his smllo.
"I adoro it," she replied, her own
smllo growing in response to his. It
was impossible to resist tho good na
ture of him. She could not dlullke
him, even though Bhe dreaded htm
deep down In her heart Her blood
was hot and cold by turns when sho
was with him, as ber mind oponcd and
shut to thoughts pleasant and unpleas
ant with something of tho regularity
of a fish's gills In breathing.
"When I got to heaven I mean to
have a place In the country the year
round," he Bald conclusively.
"And If you don't get to heaven?'
"I suppose I'll take a furnlehcd flat
somewhere."
Sara was waiting for them at the
bottom of the terrace as they drovo
up. He leaped out and klesed her
hand.
"Much obliged," ho murmured, with
a slight twiBt of his head In the direc
tion of Hetty, who was giving orders
to the chauffeur.
"You're quite welcome," Bald Sara,
with a smile of understanding. "She's
lovely, Isn't she?"
"Kncbautlng!" eald he, almost too
loudly.
Hetty walked up the long aBcent
ahead of them. She did not have to
look back to know that they were
watching her with unfaltering luterest
She could feel their gaze.
"Absolutely otlorablo," he added, en
larging bis estlmato without really Do
ing aware that ho voiced It
Sara shot a look at his rapt face,
and turnod her own away to hldo the
queer little smile that fllckored briefly
and died away.
Hetty, pleading a sudden headache,
declined to accompany them later on
In tbe day when they set forth In the
car to "pick up" Brandon Booth at the
Inn. They were to bring hlra over,
bug and bnggage, to stay till Tuesday.
"He will be wild to paint her," de
clared Leslie when they were out of
sight around the bend in the road. Ho
had waved his hat to Hetty Just be
fore the trees shut off their view of
her. She was standing at the top of
tho steps beside one of the tall Italian
vases.
"I've never seen such eyes," he ex
claimed.
"She's a darling," said Sara and
changed tbe subject, knowing full well
that he would come back to It before
long.
"I'm mad about ber," he said sim
ply, and then, for some unaccountable
reason, gave over oeing loquacious
and lapsed Into a state of almost
lugubrious quiet.
She glunced at his face, furtively
at first, as If uncertain of his mood,
then with a prolonged stare that was
frankly curious and amused.
"Don't lose your head, Leslie," she
said softly, almost purrlngly.
He started. ".Oh. I say, Sara, I'm
not likely to"
"Stranger things have happened,"
she Interrupted, with a shake of her
head. "I can't afford to have you
making love to her and getting tired
of the game, as you always do, denr
boy, Juet as soon as you And she's
In Ioto with you. She Is too dear to
bo hurt In that way. You mustn't"
"Good Lord!" he cried; "what a
bounder you must take me tori Why,
If I thought sho'd Hut nonsense!
Let's talk about something else.
Yourself, for Instance."
She leaned back with a smile on
her lips, but not In her eyes; and
drew a long, deep breath. He was
hard hit. That was what she wanted
to know.
They found Booth at tho Inn. He
wns sitting on the old-fashioned porch,
surrounded by bags and boys. As ho
climbed Into tho car after the bagtt,
tho boys grinned and Jingled the coins
in their pockets and ventured, almost
in unison, tho Intelligence that they
would all bo there If bo ever came
back again. Big and Httlo, they had
transported his easel and cunvasecs
from placo to placo for three weeks
or moro and his departure was to be
regarded as a financial calamity.
Leslie, perhaps In tho desire to be
alone with his reflections, sat forward
with tho chauffeur, and paid Httlo or
no heed to the unhappy person's com
ments on the vile condition of all vil
lage thoroughfares, New York city In
cluded. "And you painted those wretched
Httlo boye Instead of the beautiful
things that nature provides for us out
hero, Mr. Booth?" Sara was saying
to the artist beside her.
"Of course I managed to get a bit
Z,.: v;-
"Enchanting!"
Said He,
Loudly.
Almost Too
of nature, even at that," said ho, with
a smllo. "Hoys nro pretty close to
earth, you know. To bo perfectly hon
est, I did it in order to get away, from
tho eminently beautiful but unnatural
things I'm required to paint at homo."
"I supposo wo will see you at the
Wrandall pluce this summer."
"I'm coming out to paint Leslie's
slBter In Juno, I believe. And that
reminds me, I came upon an uncom
monly pretty girl not far from your
place tho other day and yesterday,
as well somo one I've mot before, un
less I'm vastly mistaken. I wonder
If you know your neighbors well
enough by eight, at least to venture
a good guess as to who I mean."
She appeared thoughtful.
"Oh, there are dozens of pretty
girls in tho neighborhood. Can't you
remember where you met " She
stopped suddenly, a swift look of ap
prehension In her eyes.
Ho failed to note tho look or the
broken sentence He wns searching
In his coat pocket for something. Se
lecting a letter from tho middle of a
small pocket, bo held It out to ber.
"I sketched this from memory. She
posed nil too briefly for mo," he said.
On tho buck of the envelope wns a
remarkably good likeness of Hetty
Castleton, dono broadly, Bketchlly,
with a crayon point, evidently drawn
with haste whllo tho Impression was
fresh, but long after sho bad passed
out of range, of his vision.
"I know her," said Sara quietly.
"It's very clever, Mr. Booth." '
"There la something hnuntlngly fa
miliar about It," he went on, looking
at tho sketch with a frown of perplex
gee
ALMOST PERFECT IN SYSTEM
Modern Hotel a Wonderful Improve
ment Over Its Predecessor of Only
a Few Years Ago.
"It Is wonderful to appreciate the
difference In hotel systems of today
and 15 years ago. And still, with all
the conveniences that are offered to
guests nt practically the same rates,
there Is the man who finds fault
'Today guests have telephones in
their rooms, whereas, several years
ago they had anything from a cow
bell to a row of bras3 checks operat
ed with a cord.
"At the old Gobson house, about
twelve years ago, we installod a de
vice for lessening labor which was
called a tolesemo. It wns a sort of
punch button affair which was sup
posed to signal for anything from a
San Francisco newspaper to a bag of
peanuts. You'd push tbe button so
manv times and different lights would
bob up on the "fjoard In tho office after
the clerk had released the Indicator.
'One day I pulled out the Indicator
on a -certain room ana me i ignis
flnred up. The signal showed a very
difficult drink and I hastened to Botlfy
the cafe.
'A boy took the drink upstairs, but
could find no one. After a little In
vestigation we found tho room had
not been occuplod for two weeks and
that tho signal bad been given when
maid had pushed the bed against
the room button.
ity. "I've seen her somewhere, but
for the life of me I can't place ber
Perhaps In a crowded street, or the
theater, or a railway train Just o
fleeting glimpse, you know. But lu
any event I got a lasting Impression
Queer things like that happen, don't
you think so?"
Mrs. Wrandall leaned forward and
spoke to Leslie. As ho turned, ehe
handed him the envelope, without
comment.
"Great Scott!" be exclaimed.
"Mr. Booth Is a .mind reader,", she
explained. "Ho has been reading
your thoughts, dear boy."
Hooth understood, and grinned.
"You don't mean to say " began
the dumfounded Leslie, still staring
at the sketch. "Upon my word. It's e
wonderful likeness, old chap. I didn't
know you'd ever met her."
"Met her?" cried Booth, an amiable
conspirator. "I've never met her."
"See here, don't try anything like
that on mo. How could you do thle
If you've never seen "
"Ho Is a mind reader," cried Sara,
"Haven't you been thinking of het
steadily for well, we'll say ten min
utes?" demanded Booth.
Ix!sllo reddened. "Nonsense!"
"Thnt's a mental telepathy sketch."
Bald the artist, complacently.
"When did you do that?"
"This Instant, you might say. See!
Hero Is the crayon point. I always
carry ono around with me for Just
euch "
"All right," said Lesllo blandly, at
tho Biuiio tinio putting tho envelope In
his own pocket; "we'll let It go nt
Hint. If you'ro so clever nt mind pic
tures you enn go to work and make
another for yourself. I meau to keop
this ono."
"I say," began Booth, dismayed.
"One's tlioughts are his own," Bald
tho happy possessor of tho sketch. He
turned hia back on them.
Sara was contrite. "Ho will never
give It up," she lamented.
"Is ho really hard hit?" asked Booth
In BurpriHO.
"I wonder," mused Sara.
"Of course he's welcome to
sketch, confound him."
"Would you llko to paint her?
"Is this a commission?"
"Hnrdly. I know her, that's
the
all.
Sho Is a very dear friend."
"My heart Is set on painting some
one else, Mrs. Wrandall."
"Oh!"
"When I know you better I'll tell
you who she Is."
"Could you make a sketch of this
other ono from memory?" she asked
Ilshtly.
"I think so. I'll show you ono this
evening. I have my trusty crayon
about mo always, as I said before."
Later In the nfternoon Booth cama
faco to face with Hetty. He was de
scending tho stairs and met her com
ing up. Tho Bitn streamed In through
tho tall windows nt the turn In the
stairs, shining full In her uplifted faco
as she approached him from below.
Ho could not repress tho start of
amazement. She was carrying a box
of roses In her arms red roses whoso
stems protruded far "beyond the end
of tho pasteboard box and reeked of
a frngrant dampness.
She gave him a shy, startled smile
as she passed. Ho had stopped to
make room for her on the turn. Some
what dazed, he continued on his way
down the steps, to suddenly remember
with a twinge of dismay that he had
not returned her polite smllo, but had
stared at her with most unblinking
fervor. , In no Httlo sliamo and em
barrassment he sent a swift glance
over his shoulder. Sho was walking
close to tho banister rail on the floor
above. As ho glanced up their eyes
met, for sho too .had turned to peer.
Leslie Wrnndall was standing near
the foot of the stairs. There was on
enger, exulted look in hlH faco that
slowly gave way to well-assumed un
concern as his friend came upon him
and grasped his arm.
(TO IU5 CONTINUED.)
"Another device wns tho old cord
in tho room at the Grand hotel. A
certain number of pulls would release
brass checks on which wns scheduled
the desire of tho guest. Whenever a
pull came on this Indicator it sounded
as though some ono had dropped a
couplo of hundred brass checks on a
mnrbla floor.
"This affulr was a nuisance, for we
got to Bending Ice water to a room
every time It worked. Many times a
guest would receive three or four
pitchers of water.
"Then some ono came along and
put In the telephone for hotels. The
niodorn day hotel Is a wonderful In
stitution compared with that of but a
few years ago." Cincinnati Com
clal Tribune.
Legal Tangle.
The day was drawing to a close.
Judge, Jurors, witnesses and lawyers
were growing weary, says tho Theoso
phlcal Path. 'Finally the counsel for
tbe prosecution rose to examine the
defendant.
"Exactly bow far Is It between the
two towns." asked the lawyer, In a
weary vole.
The defendant yawned, and replied:
"About four miles as the cry flows."
"No doubt," Bald the man of law,
"you mean as the flow cries."
The Judge leaned forward. "No," he
remarked, suavely, lie means as the
ny crows."
Then all three looked at one an
other, feeling that iomethio was
wrong somewhere.
HENTTf HOW LAND 1
tMMCMTION
mm?
"I've traveled tllT
I'm slek of trav
ellnK;
I've looked at ev
erythlnx there
Is to see,
It's come to po
that nothlmr
serins to brlnH
A new sensation
or a thrill to
mo.
"lly tiutte Is dulled,
my thirst, alas,
no more
Drink's anxious,
eager lontrlns
to my soul
Eliiee all I have t-r
do la turn and.
pour
Myself another
Klassf ul from
the bowL
"I've broken sport
Ins; reeords and I've played
At working corners up In stocks ami
wheat;
Such thhiKs have lost their charms for ,
me; I've made
Tho whole great round, the circle Is
complete.
"Woman, wine and song-bah! Not for
me;
There's nothing left to long for anr
more,
There's nothing left to do or taste or see,
Tho world has not another thrill In
store."
But fate wns kind to him who thus cora
pl. lined ;
It chiiio to pa.su by hnpiy chance, on
day,
That, all alone and with tits porkete
drutned,
He on a far-off Khme was cast away.
There, where his voice could rench no
friendly enr
Ami where remittances could not b
had.
Hard ninnters ninde him toll from year
to yenr
Ami every tlino he ate his soul was
glud. ;
He lonirril for things that ho could not
obtain;
Tho prospect of a day or two of rest,
Tho chance to savo a little extra gain.
Sent new thrills trooping gladly through
his breast.
Ho sat htm down no moro with llstleag
Ighs,
But with tho hope of winning liberty
Ho worlced and looked uheml with eager
even.
Till lit nth v as kind enough to sot him
free.
A Lucky Escape.
"I owe my success In life to poli
tics." "I wns not aware that you were a
politician."
"I'm not; but I thought I was once,
and got myself nominated for an olllce
that, if 1 had been elected, would have
paid mo about $1,000 u year. I was
so badly beaten that I dropped poll
tics forever nnd took up the busi
ness that has brought mo a fortune.
It makes mo shudder when I remem
ber that if I had been elected I might
now he afraid of doing something that
would deprive mo of the lodging liouso
vote."
Naturallv.
"We gave our preacher a purse of.
$500 last Sunday, and ulno a beauti
ful album containing the pictures and
signatures of the people who had con
tributed the money. Ho was greatly
uffocted, nnd nlnioii with tears stream
ing down his cheeks said ho valued
tlio album much more than tho purse."
"What happened then?"
"We went homo with diminished
confidence In our preacher."
How to Please Her.
"My dear," said ltllklngton when he
returned ufter having remained out
on tho road four days longer than was
absolutely necessary, "you seem to
look younger every timo I como
home."
"When nro you going away again,
John?" sho asked. "And can't you
mnnago it so that you can tako your
trips oftener and make them shorter?"
IT WOULD BE USELESS.
"M Ike, how
would yez like to
live to bo a hun
dred year av
age?"
"I don't want to,
Tat I never seen
a man thut old
that could put up
anny kind av a folght."
Properly Rebuked.
"Mamma, how much ullinony did you
receive when you got divorced from
papa?"
'Sh! My dear child, don't you know
thut It 1b an Indication of very poor
taste to talk about financial mutters
In tho presence of formal callers?"
The Beginning.
"There," said thu man who Intend
ed to become great "1 have finished
my autobiography. It is full of anec
dotes of nu ordinary sort. Now I
must go to work and do something
so that the book will be a delight to
cultured minds."
The Main Question.
Each cloud may have a silver lining,
Tho nun of golden beams no end,
Tint he iluit's down to his last copper,
Oh, hna he still a single friend?
What Ha Could Get
"What kind of a rug can I get foi
about $r0?" asked the young husband
"Well," replied the absent-minded
proprietor of tho auction store, "w
have some good $20 rugs that we'rf
selling for about that price."
His Composition,
"They Bay Mr. Smltherley is a conv
poser."
"Yes. Isn't It funny? Ho Is such
a nervous num. It seems to bo abso
lutely Impossible for him to compost
.himself for a minute!"