THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS. McCONNELLSBURO. PA.
The Hollow
of Her Hand
(Conducted by the National Woman'i
Christian Teinpuruiice Union.)
8YN0PSI8.
Chnllls Wrandall In found murdered In
a roud lioumt near Ni-vr York. Mrs. Wran
dull la summoned from the city and Idon
tlllca the body. A younn woman who M
cniiipnnlcd Wramlnll to the Inn and auh
anquunlly dlnappcurt-il, la auapected.
Mr. Wrandall aturm t,aek for Nuw York
In an auto during a blinding snow atorm.
On the way ahe monU a younK woman In
th road who prov.-i to be the woman
who klllnd WramlalU Heeling that the
Ctrl had dona her a enrvtca In rlddlnic her
of I lie man who thouirh ahe loved him
iWply had cauid her great ant-row.
Mn. Wrandall dufrminea to ahtuld her
and tiikoa her to her own home. Mrs.
Wrandall hoars the htory of Hetty Caa
tlpton'a llfo, except that portion that re
lates to Wrandall. This and the story of
the tragedy ahe forbids the ?trl ever to
II. Hhe offers Hrtty a home, friendship
and security from peril on amount of the
travi-dy. Mre. Hnrn Wrandall and Hetty
attend tha funeral of rhallls Wrandall at
the hum of his purenta. Hnra Wrandall
and Hetty return to New York after an
absence of a year In Furopo. Leslie
Wrandall. brother of Challls. makes him
self useful to Rara and becomes greatly
Interested In Hetty. Bra sees In Iss
ue's Infatuation possibility for revenge on
the Wrandalls and reparation for the
wronRS sha sulTered at the hands of
rhiillls Wrandall hv marryln hla mur
deress Into the famllv. Ieslle. In com
punv with his friend llrandon nooth. an
artist, visits fiiirn at her country plnre.
I.-.II confesses to Hara that he la madly
In love with Hetty. Parn arranges with
nonth to paint a picture of Hetty. Booth
hits a haunting feellna- that he has seen
Hetty before. Looking through a port
folio of pictures by an unknown Knullsh
artlBt be finds on of llettv. He spesks
to her about It. IJe'ty derlnres It must
be a picture of Ileitv Olvnn, an Kntfllsh
actrees, who resembles her very much.
CHAPTER IX. Continued.
IfHliP was coming out on an evening
train. Booth, In commenting on this,
again remarked a sharp change In Hct
ty's manner. They h:id been convers
ing somowhat bouyantly up to the mo
ment he mentioned Leslie's Impending
visit. In a flash her manner changed.
A quick but unmistakable frown suc
ceeded her smiles, and for some rea
son she suddenly relapsed Into a state
of reserve that was little short of sul
len. He was puzzled, as he had been
before. .
The day was hot. Sara volunteered
to tuke him home In the motor. An
errand In the village was the excuse
she gave for riding over with him.
Heretofore sho had sent him over
alone with the chauffeur.
She looked very handsome, very
tempting, as sho enmo down to the
car
"fly Jove," he said to hlmsolf, "she
1b wonderful!"
lie handed her Into the car with the
grace of a courtier, and she smiled
jpon him serenely, as a princess might
have smiled In the days when knight
hood was In flower.
When she sat him down at his little
garden gate, he put the question that
had been seething In his mind all the
way down the shady stretch they bad
traversed.
"Have you ever seen Hetty Glynn,
the English actress?"
Sura was always prepared. She knew
the question would come when' least
expected.
"Oh. yes," she replied, with Inter
est "Have you noticed the resem
blance? They are as like as two peas
In a iod. Isn't It extraordinary?"
Ho was a bit staggered. "I have
never seen Hetty Glynn," he replied.
"Oh? You have seen photographs
of her?" sho Inquired casually.
"What has become of her?" he ask
ed, Ignoring her question. "Is she still
on Hie stage?"
"Heaven knows," she replied lightly.
"Miss Castleton and I were speaking
of her Inst night. We were together
the last time 1 Baw her. Who knows?
She may have married Into the nobili
ty by this time. Sho was a very poor
HCtreas, but the loveliest thing In the
world excepting our Hetty, of
course."
If he could have seen the troubled
look In her eyes as she was whirled
off to the village, he might not have
gone about the cottage with such a
blithesome air. He was happier than
he had been In days, and all because of
Hetty Glynn!
Losllo Wrandall did not arrive by
the evening train. He telephoned late
In the afternoon, not to Hetty but to
Sara, to say that ho was unavoidably
detained and would not leave New
York until the next morning. Some
tin ug in his voice, in his manner of
speaking, disturbed her. She went to
"It's All Tommy-Rot," He Growled,
bed that night with two sources of un
easiness threatening her peace of
mind., She scented peril. ,
The motor met him at the station
And Sara was waiting for him in the
cool, awning-covered verandah as he
drove up. There was a sullen, dissat
isfied look In his face. She was stretch
ed out comfortably, lazily, In a great
chaise-lounge, her black little slippers
peeping out at hlfh with perfect aban
donment. "Hollo," he said shortly. Sha gave
him her hand. "Sorry I couldn't get
out last night." He shook ber band
irather ungraciously. .
' "We missed you," she said. "Pull op
chair. I was never so lazy as now.
iDear m 1 am nAnli 111 get stout and
frts"
"Spring fever," be announced. He
was plululy out of sorts. "I'll stand, If
you don't mind. Ilcastly tiresome, sit
ting In a hot, stuffy train."
He took a couple of turns across the
porch, his eyes shifting In the eager,
annoyed manner of one who soeks for
something that, In the correct order of
things, ought to be plainly visible.
"Please sit down, Leslie. You make
rne nervous, tramping about like that.
We can't go In for half an hour or
more."
"Can't go lnf he demanded, stop
ping before her. He began to pull at
his little moustache.
"No. Hotty's posing. Thoy won't
permit even me to disturb them."
Ho glared. With a final, almost dra
matic twist ho gave over Jerking at
his moustache, and grabbed up a chair,
which be put down beside her with a
vchemnnce that spoke plainer tban
words.
"I say," he began, scowling in the
direction of the doorway, "how long Is
ho going to be at this silly Job?"
"Silly Job? Why, It Is to be a mas
terpiece," she cried.
"I asked you bow long?"
"Oh, how can I tell? Weeks, per
haps. One can't prod a genius."
"It's all tommy-rot," he growled.
"I suppose I'd bettor take the next
train back to town."
"Don't you like talking with me?"
she Inquired, with a pout.
"Of course I do," he made haste to
say. "But do you mean to say- they
won't let anybody In where Oh, I
say! This Is rich!"
"Spectators upset the muse, or
words to that effect."
He stared gloomily at his cigarette
case for a moment. Then ho carefully
selected a cigarette and tapped It on
the back of his hand.
"Seo here, Sara, I'm going to get
this off my chest," he said bluntly.
"I've been thinking It over all week.
I don't like this portrait painting non
sense." "Dear me! Didn't you suggest It?"
she Inquired innocently, but till the
time her heart .was beating "violent
time to the song of triumph.
He was Jealous. It was what she
wanted, what sho had hoped for all
along. Her purpose now was to en
courage the ugly flame that tortured
him, to fan It Into fury, to make It un-
endurablo. She knew him well: His
supreme egoism could n"t withstand
an attack upon Its complacency. Like
all the Wrandalls, he had the habit
of thinking too well of himself. He
possessed a clearly-defined sense of
humor, but It did not begin to Include
self-sacrifice among Its endowments.
He had never been able to laugh at
himself for the excellent reason that
some things were truly sacred to him.
She realized this, and promptly
laughed at him. He stiffened.
"Don't snicker, Sara," he growled.
He took time to light his cigarette, and
at the same time to consider bis an
swer to her question. "In a way, yes.
I suggested a tort of portrait, of
course. A sketchy thing, something
like that, you know. But not an all
summer operation."
"Hut she doesn't mind," explained
Sara. "In fact, she Is enjoying IL She
and Mr. llooth get on famously to
gether." "Sho likes him, eh?"
"Certainly. Why shouldn't she like
him? He Is adorable."
He threw his cigarette over tho rail
ing. "Comes here every day, I sup
pose?" "My dear Leslie, hq Is to do me as
soon as he has finished with her. I
don't like your manner."
"Oh," he said In a dull sort of won
der. No one had ever cut him Bhort
In Just that way before. "What's up,
Sara? Have I done anything out of
the way?"
"You are very touchy, It seems to
me."
"I'm sore about this cdnfoundod por
trait monopoly."
"I'm sorry, Leslie. I suppose you
will have to give In, however. We are
three to one against you Hetty, Mr.
Uooth and I."
"I see," he said, rather blankly.
Then he drew his chair closor. "See
here, Sara, you know I'm terribly keen
about her. I think about her, I dream
about her, I oh, well, here It Is in a
nutshell: I'm In love with her. Now
do you understand?"
"I don't see how you could help be
ing In love with her," she said calmly.
"I believe It Is a habit men have where
Bho Is concerned."
"You're not surprised?" he cried,
himself surprised.
"Not In the least."
"I mean to ask hor to marry me,"
he announced with finality. This was
Intended to bowl her over completely.
She looked at him for an Instant,
and then shook her head. "I'd like to
be able to wish you good luck."
Ho stared. "You don't mean to say
she'd be fool enough " he began In
credulously, but caught himself up In
time. "Of course, I'd have to take my
chances," he concluded, with moro hu
mility than she bad ever seen him dis
play. "Do you know of any one else?
"No," she said seriously. "She doesn't
confide In me to that extent, I fear.
I've never asked."
"Do you think there was any one
back there In England?" He put It
In the past tense, so to speak, as If
there could be no question about the
present
"Oh, I dare say."
He was regaining his complacency.
"That's neither here nor there," he
declared. The thing I want you to do,
Sara, is to rush this confounded por
trait I don't like the ldoa, not a little
bit"
"I don't blame you for being afraid
of the attractive Mr. Booth," she said,
with a significant lifting of her eye
brows.
"I'm going to hare It over with be
fore I go up to town, my dear girl," he
announced, In a matter-of-fact war,
Georcfe Barr MCutcheon
"1'vo given the whole situation a
deuce of a lot of thought, and I've
made up my mind to do it. I'm not
the sort, you know, to delay matters
once my mind's made up. Lty Jove,
Sara, you ought tobe ploased. I'm
not such a rotten catch, If I do say It
who shouldn't."
She was perfectly still for a long
time, so still that she did not appear
to be breathing. Her eyoi grew dark
er, more mysterious. If he had taken
the pains to notice, he would have seen
that her Angers were rigid.
"I am pleased," she said, very gently.
She could have shrieked the words.
How she hated all those smug Wran
dalls! "I came to the decision yesterday,"
be went on, tapping the arm of the
chair with his finger tips, as If timing
his words with care and precision.
"Spoke to d.-fd about It at lunch. I
was coming out on the five o'clock, as
I'd planned, but he seemed to think
I'd better talk It over with the mater.
first. Not tnat she would be likely to
kick up a row, you know, but well,
for policy's sake. See what I mean?
Decent thing to do, you know. She
never quite got o. er the way you and
Chal stole a march on ber. God knowi
I'm not like Chal."
Her eyes narrowed again. "No," she
said, "you are not like your brother."
"Chal was all right, mind you, in
what be did." he added hastily, noting
tho look. "I would do the same, 'pon
my soul I would, If-there were any
senseless objections raised In my
case. Dut. of couse, it was rignt lor
me to talk It over with her, Just the
same. So I stayed In and gave them
all the chance to say what they
thought of me and, Incidentally, of
Hetty. Quite the decent thing, don't
you think? A fellow's mother Is his
mother, after all. See what I mean?"
He Blinked in Astonishment
"She Is quite satisfied, then, that
you are not throwing yourself away on
Mls Castleton." said Sara, with a
deep breath, which he mistook for a
sigh.
"Oh, trust mother to nose Into
things. She knows Miss Castleton's
pedigree from the ground up. There's
Debrett, you see. What's more, you
can't fool her In a pinch. She knows
blood when she sees it Father hasn't
the same sense of proportion, however.
He says you never can toll."
Sara was startled. "What do you
mean?"
"Oh. It's nothing to speak of; only a
way he has of grinding mother once
In a while. He uses you as an exam
ple to prove that you never can tell,
and mother has to admit that he's
right You have upset every one of
her pet theories. She sees It now, but
whewl She couldn't see It In the
old days, could she?"
"I fear not," said she In a low voice.
Her eyes smouldored. "It is quite nat
ural that she should not want you to
make the mlBtake your brother made."
"Oh, please don't put it that way,
Sara. You make me feel like a con
founded prig, because that's what It
comes to, with them, don't you know.
And yet my attitude has always been
clear te them where you're concerned.
I was strong for you from the begin
ning. All that silly rot about"
"Please, please!" fche burst out,
quivering all over.
"I beg your tfardon," he stammered.
"You you know how I mean It, dear
girl."
"Please leave me out of It, Leslie,"
she snid, collecting herself. After a mo
ment she went on calmly: "And so you
are going to marry my poor llttlo Het
ty, and they are all ploased with the
arrangement."
"If she'll have me." he said with a
wink, as If to Bay there wasn't any
uso doubting it "They're tickled to
death."
"Vlvlanr
"Vlv's a snob. She says Hetty's
much too good for me, blood and bone.
Whaf business, says she, has a Wran
dall aspiring to the descendant of
Henry the Eighth!"
"What!"
"The Murgatroyds' go back to old
Henry, straight as a plummet. 'Gad,
what Vlvvy doesn't know about Brit
ish aristocracy irnt worth knowing.
Sho looked It up the time they tried to
convince her she ought to marry the
duke. But Bhe's fond of Hetty. She
says sho's a darling. She's right:
Hetty Is too feood for me."
Sara swished her gown about and
rose gracefully from the chaise
longue. Extending her hand to him
she said, and be was never to forget
the deep thrill In her voice:
"Well, I wish you good luck, Leslie.
Don't take no for an answer."
"Lord, If she should say no," he
gasped, confronted by the possibility
of such' stupidity on Hetty's part
"You don't think Bhe will?"
Hor anawer was a smllo of doOt,
the effect of which was to destroy his
tranquility (or hours.
"It Is time for luncheon. I suppose
we'll have to Interrupt them. Perhaps
It Is Just as well, for your sake," she
said tauntingly.
He grinned, but it was a sickly ef
fort. "You're the one to spoil anything of
that sort," he said, with some as
cerblty. ,
"I?"
"Certainly," he said with so much
meaning In the word that she flushed.
Hetty and Booth came into view at
that Instant The painter was laying
a soft, filmy scarf over the girl's bare
shoulders as he followed close behind
ber.
"Hello!" be cried, catching sight of
WrandalL "Train late, old chap?
We've been expecting you for the last
hour. How are you?"
He came up with a frank, genuine
smile of pleasure on his Hps, his hand
extended. Leslie rose to the occasion.
His self-estoera was larger than his
grievance. Ho shook Booth's band
heartily, almost exuberantly.
"Didn't want to disturb you, Bran
dy," be cried, cheerily. "Besides, Sara
wouldn't let me." He then passed on
to Hetty, who had lagged behind.
Bending low over ber hand, be said
something commonplace In a very low
tone, at the same time looking slyly
out of the corner of his eye to see If
Booth was taking it all In. 1 Finding
that bis frlond was regarding him rath
er fixedly, he obeyed a sudden impulse
and raised tho girl's slim hand to his
lips. As suddenly he released her fin
gers and straightened up with a look
of surprise in his eyes; he had dis
tinctly beard the agitated catch in her
throat She was staring at her hand
in a stupefied sort of way, holding it
rigid before her eyes for a moment
before thrusting it behind her back
as If it were a thing to be shielded
from all scrutiny save her own.
"You must not kles It again, Mr.
Wrandall," Bhe said In a low, Intense
voice. Then sbo passed him by and
hurried up the stairs, without so much
as a glance over her shoulder.
He blinked in astonishment All of
a sudden there swept over him the
unique sensation of ehyness most
unique In him. He had never been
ashamed before In all his life. Now
he was curiously conscious of having
overstepped the bounds, and for the
first time to be shown his place by a
girl. This to him, who had no
scruples about boundary lines.
All through luncheon he was vola
tile and gay. There was a bright spot
in his cheek, however, that betrayed
him to Sara, who already suspected
the temper of his thoughts. He talked
aeroplanlng without cessation, direct
ing most of ble conversation to Booth,
yet thrilled with pleasure each time
Hetty laughed at his sallies. He was
beginning to feel like a half-baked
schoolboy in her presence, a most ae
plorable state of affairs be had to
admit i
"If you bate the trains so much,
and your automobile is out of whack,
why don't you try volplaning down
from the Metropolitan tower?" de
manded Booth In responso to his lugu
brious wall against the beastly luck
of having to go about in railway
coaches with a lot of red-eyed, nose
blowing people who hadn't got used
to their spring underwear yet
"Sinister suggestion, I must say,"
he exclaimed. "You must bo eager to
see my life blood scattered all over
creation. But, speaking of volplaning,
I've bad three lessons this week. Next
week Bronson says I'll be flying like
a gull. 'Gad, it's wonderful. I've had
two tumblos, that's all little ones,
of course net result a barked knee
and a peeled elbow."
"Watch out you're not flying like
an angel bofore you get through with
it. Lob," cautioned tho painter. "I see
that a well-known society leader in
Chicago was killed yesterday."
"Oh, I love the danger there Is In
It," ald Wrandall carelessly. "That's
what gives zest to the sport"
"I love It, too," said Hetty, her eyes
agleam. "The glorious feel of the
wind as you rush through Itl And
yet one seems to be standing perfect
ly stfil in the air when one is half a
mile high and going fifty miles an
hour. Oh, It Is wonderful, Mr. Wran
dalL" "I'll take you out In a week or two,
Miss Castleton, if you'll trust your
self with me."
"I will go," she announced promptly.
Booth frowned. "Better wait a
bit," he counseled. "Risky business,
Miss Castleton, flying about with
fledgelings."
"Oh, come now!" expostulated
Wrandall with some heat "Don't be
a wet blanket, old man."
"I was merely suggesting she'd bet
ter wait till you've got used to your
wings."
"Jimmy Van Wlckle took his wife
with him the third time up," said Les
lie, as If that were the last word In
aeroplanlng.
"H'b common report that she keeps
Jimmy level, no matter where she's
got hlra," retorted Booth.
"I dare say Miss Castleton can
hold me level," said Leslie, with a pro
found bow to her. "Can't you, Miss
CaBtleton?"
She smiled. "Oh, as for that, Mr.
Wrandall, I think we can all truBt you
to cling pretty cloBely to your own
level."
"Bather amblguouu, that," he re
marked dubiously.
"Sho means you never get below it,
Leslie," aald Booth, nJoying himself.
"That's the one great principle In
aeroplanlng," said Wrandall, quick to
recover. "Vivian eays I'll break my
neck some day, but admits It will be
a berolo way of doing It, Much nobler
than pitching out of an automobile or
catapulting over a horse's head in
Central park." He paused lor effect
before venturing his next conclusion
"It muBt bo ineffably Bubllile, being
Bquashed or Is it squshed?f-after a
lile,
Ut
drop of a mile or so. Isn't U
ile looked to see Miss Castleton
wince, and was somewhat dashed to
And that Bhe was looking out of the
window, quite oblivious to the peril
he was In figuratively for her special
consideration.
Booth was acutely reminded that
the term "prig" as applied to Leslie
was a misnomer; he hated the
thought of the other word, which re
flectively he rhymed with "pad."
It occurred to him early In the
course of this one-elded discussion
that the hostess waB making no ef
fort to take part In It, whether from
lack of interest or because of Its friv
olous nature he . was, of course un
able to determine. Later, he was
struck by the curious pallor of her
face, and the lack-luster expression
of her eyce. She seldom removed her
gaze from Wrandall's face, and yet
there persisted In the observer's
mind the rather uncanny impression
that she did not boar a word ber
brother-in-law was saying. He, In
turn, took to watching her covortly.
At no time did her expression change.
For reasons of his own, he did not
attempt to draw her Into the conver
sation, fascinated as he was by the
study of that beautiful, emotionless
face. Once lys had tho queer sensa
tion of feeling, rather than seeing, a
haunted look In her eyes, but he put
It down to fancy on his part
And Leslie babbled on In blissful
Ignorance of, not to Bay disregard for,
this strango ghost at the feast, for,
to Booth's mind, the ghost of Challls
Wrandall was there.
Turning to Miss Castleton with a
significant look in his eyes, meant to
to call her attention to Mrs. Wrandall,
he was amazed to find that every ves
tige of color had gone from the girl's
face. She wae listening to Wrandall
and replying in monosyllables, but
that she was aware of the othor wom
an's abstraction was not -for an In
stant to be doubted. Suddenly, after
a quick glance at Sara's face, she
looked squarely Into Booth's eyes, and
he saw in hers an expression of actual
concern, if not alarm.
Leslie was in the middle of a sen
tence when Sara laughed aloud, with
out excuse or reason. The next In
stant. she was looking from one to the
other In a dazed sot of way, as if
coming out of a dream.
Wrandall turned scarlet There had
been nothing' In his remarks to call
for a laugh, he was quite sure of that
Flushing slightly, she murmured some
thing about having thought of an
amusing story, and begged hlra to
go on, she wouldn't be rude again.
He had little zest for continuing the
subject and sullenly disposed of it in
a word or two.
"What the devil was there to laugh
at, Brandy?" he demanded of bis
friend after trie women had left them
together on the porch a few minutes
later. Hetty had gone upstairs with
Mrs. Wrandall, her arm clasped tight
ly about the older woman's waist.
"I dare eay she was thinking about
you falling a mile or two," said Booth
pleasantly.
But he was perplexed.
CHAPTER X.
Man Proposes.
The young men cooled their heels
for an hour before word was brought
down to them that Mrs. Wrandall
begged to be excused for the after
noon on account of a severe head
ache. Miss Castleton was with ber,
but would be down later on. Mean
while they were to make themselves
at home, and bo on and so forth.
Booth took his departure, leaving
Leslie in sole possession of the porch.
He was reBtless, nervous,, excited;
half-afraid to stay there. and face Het
ty with the proposal he was deter
mined to make, and wholly afraid to
forsake the porch and run the risk of
missing her altogether If she came
down ns signified. Several things
disturbed him. One was Hetty's, de
plorable failure to hang on bis words
HAD SOMETHING LEFT OVER
Senator Was Wondering Just How He
Would Employ the Remnant of
His Salary Left
Senator John K. Shields of Tennes
see le a homelover and likes his own
fireside better than the gilded glories
of a gaudy hostelry. On his big planta
tion out in bis state be has a large,
colonial mansion surrounded by sev
eral hundred acres of fine land on
which he pastures cattle, ponies and
goats.
But when he came to the capital
and sought to get a house suitable for
hiB lares and penates, be found It a
difficult task. An energetic real es
tate agent motored him and his wife
from one house to another, each time
the price rising skyward for the rent
Now, the Benator receives $7,000 a
year, and If be pays out much for rent
he will have to be pretty economical
In bis food and clothing.
So he and Mrs. Shields tramped
over houses of all kinds for days. At
last the agent got them cornered In a
lovely mansion big enough to house a
regiment and ornate enough to suit
the Shah of Persia. He took them
over If from top to bottom and at last
stood up before them In the handsome
library.
"What Is the rent?" asked the sena
tor, who waa mightily pleased with the
place.
"Very reasonable," replied the agent
"Only 16,600 a year."
Benator Shields went over to a wln-
SOSpOaBSj figO (&7(Q7(S7S77
as be had fondly expected ber to do;
and then there was that very disqui
eting lnugh of Sara's. . A hundred
times over he repeated to himself that
sickening question: "What the devil
was there to laugh at?" and no an
swer suggested Itself. He was decid
edly crone about It.
Another hour passed. His heels
were quite cool by this time, but bis
blood was boillirg. This was a deuce
of a way to treat a fellow who bad
gone to the trouble to come all the
way out In a stuffy train, by Jove, it
was! With considerable asperity be
rang for a servant and commanded
him to fetch a time table, and to be
quick about It, as there might be a
train leaving before he could get back
if It took him as long to find it ns
it took other people to remember their
obligations! His sarcasm failed to
Impress Murray, who said he thought
1
"What the Devil Was There to Laugh
at, Brandy?"
there was a schedule in Mrs. Wran
dall's room, and he'd get it as soon
as the way was clear, if Mr. Wrandall
didn't mind waiting.
"If I minded waiting," snapped Les
lie, "I wouldn't be here now."
As the footman was leaving, Sara's
automobile whirled up to the porte
cochere. "Who Is going out, Murray?" he
called In surprise.
"Miss Castleton, sir. For the air,
sir."
"The deuce you say!" gasped the
harassed Mr. Wrandall. It wae a
pretty kettle of fish!
Hetty appeared a few minutes later,
attired for motoring.
"Oh, there you are," she said, espy
ing him. "I am going for a Bpin.
Want to come along?"
He swallowed hard. The ends of
his mustache described a pair of ab
solutely horizontal exclamation
points. "If you don't mind being en
cumbered," he remarked sourly.
"I don't In the least mind," said she
sweetly.
"Where are you going?" he asked
without much enthusiasm. He wasn't
to be caught appearing eager, not he.
Besides, It wasn't anything to be flip
pant about.
"Yonder," she said, with a liberal
sweep of ber arm, taking In the whole
landscape. "And be homo In time to
dress for dinner," she added, as If to
relieve hie mind.
"Good Lord!" he groaned, "do we
have to eat again?"
"We have to dress for It, at least."
she replied.
"I'll go," he exclaimed, and ambled
off to secure a cap and coat. '
"Sara has planned for a run to
Lenox tomorrow If It doesn't rain,"
she informed him on his return.
"Oh," he snid, staring. "Booth gets
a day off on the portrait, then."
"Being Sunday," she smiled. "We
knock off on Sundays and. bank holi
days. But, after all, he doesn't really
get a holiday. Ho Is to go with ue,
poor follow."
(TO Bt CONTINUED.)
dow and stood for
thought
a time In deep
"Well, sir, what Is it that Is
zllng you?" Inquired the agent
puz-
"Nothing much," remarked Shields,
"I was only thinking what L would do
with the other Ave hundred of my sal
ary." She Was No Easy Mark.
Martha is seven, and has shown
more than ordinary childish aversion
to learnlng'lessons, being washed and
having curls made smooth and shiny,
and less than the average delight in
fairy-tales. '
One day upon her return from Sun
day school she was questioned as to
what she had learned from her nice
teacher this time. She cried out with
flashing eyes and an indignant toss of
her pretty head, "Why, mamma; my
teacher told me today that story about
the Children of Israel walking across
the Red sea and not getting their
selves wet one single bit and the
es-pected me to believe it!"
Tough Steak.
Cass Gilbert, the noted architect of
New York the Woolworth Building is
one of his creations Bald of a recent
criticism of skyscrapers: "Thla criti
cism is not fair. It la prejudiced.
Hence it will do more harm than good
like the remark of the waiter. 'Walt
er, confound It, this steak Isn't tender
enough!' 'Not tender enough T thi
waiter snarled. 'Aw, what do you ex
pert Do you want It to Jump up and
hug and kiss youi'
THE ONLY CURE.
"Drunkenness presents the greatest
problem before the people of this
commonwealth today," declared Judge'
Michael J. Murray of Boston before a
meeting of the Twentieth Century
club. "No spirit of economy should be
permitted to stand In the way of II nj.
lng a cure for the evil," he said, "bur
lng the year ending October 1, vnz,
104,000 persons .appeared In our courts
to answer to charges of drunkenness
Of these 35,000 were first offenders.
"There should be an Institution
where the drunkard could bo kept
away from moro evil Influences. 1 am
not a total abstainer myself, -but 1 ue
the evil of our system. Nineteen out
of 20 persons arrested for drunken
ness are English speaking. Ninety,
six out of every hundred men in o.;r
prisons have led lntemperuto lives.
When you talk to a man who Is
charged with crime you find there la
liquor behind It all."
If tho Judge if all Judges and all
others who see In drunkenness a
"problem" would first of all free
themselves from the personal use. of
alcohol, which even In the smallest
doses hinders clear thinking about It
self and Its products, they would koou
"find a cure for the evil." They would
see that what Is needed is not "un In
stitution where the drunkard could
be kept away from moro evil Influ
ences," but an abolishment of that
institution which subjects him to the
first evil influences.
"Liquor behind all crimes!" And
no young man who takes hla first
glass of wine or beer expects to ever
drink enough to make himself a criminal.
LAW MAKES DRUNKARDS.
Following is an excerpt from a it
nion on "The Man Slayer In Our
MidBt," by Hev. Dr. Manley Benson of
Canada. Tho words apply equally
well In the United States as In the
Dominion.
"Some tell us that the 'revenue lll
suffer If we stop the ale of strong
drink.' There Is lio revenue from the
sale of strong drink. For every dollar
received as a so-called revenue you
taxpayers pay $20 to got that dollar!
Smart (?) business, that, for our
young and growing Dominion! Home
say, 'You cannot make folk sober by
art of parliament,' but we aro making
drunkards by act of parliament. True,
you cannot make men sober by law,
but law can remove the temptation.
You cannot cure smallpox by law, but
you can keep the pest ridden off our
streets by law! You cannot make a
man honest by law, but you can pun
ish and make It hot for the thier! The
law can be made to dry up the source
of this abominable traffic. use
precautionary measures ngaln.st fire
ana noou; w ny not agauiHi a imamc
that Is burning up the brain and
muscles of this Dominion?"
HOW TO BE "FIT."
Sir Frederick Treves, surgeon to
the late King Edward, recently Bald:
"There Is a great desire on the part
or all young men to be tit. A young
man cannot possibly be fit If lie tukea
alcohol. By no possibility can he
want It. That any one young of
healthy should want alcohol 1 nimplr
preposterous. They might Just
well want strychnine. Thus the argu
ment for the young man Is: Von
want to be a ninn, and you want to
be fit. You cnniiot get fit on alcohol.
. . , No man dreams of going I"19
training nnd taking alcohol. I!o niust
reach the acme of physical perfec
tion, and that must be without alco
hol." INTERESTING COMPARISON.
A commission appointed by the Gor
man government to conipan) the de
scendants of drunkards with those of
moderate drinkers has Just made l
report. It studied ten families of each
class, as a result of which it state
that 43 per cent of the children of
drunkards die wlthltra few months of
their birth, agnlnst only 8 per cent of
tho children of moderate drinker
Among the children of dmnkardi
there ore 10 per cent Idiots, S '
cent epileptics, 8 per cent dwarfs, and
in only 7 per cent of them does th
Intelligence develop normally-
ALCOHOL A RACIAL POISON.
At the diamond Jubilee of the Inltea
Kingdom alliunce, held In .Manchester.
England, Dr. C. W. Saleeby, "declare"
alcohol a racial poison which grea'ij
reinforced other racial poisons, na
public houses were national ceiite
for the distribution of disease, an
that the fight against tuberculosis an
other diseases must everywhere
combined with the fight agulnst aic
hoi."
IT REMOVES THINGS. ,
"Alcohol," says an exchange, .
remove stains from summer clot n
-tn... i i tt niao removes i
A 1IUI ID UUU, UU.
summer clothes from the summer,
the spring, the autumn and ai0
clothes, not only from tho one
drinks It, but from the wife and '
lly as well. It removes the houses
furniture, the eatables from '
try, the smiles from the face o
wife, the laugh from, the Innocent
of his children and the haiplew
of his home. As' a remover ot
alcohol has no equal. Boy " 0
WHO. MADE LIQUOR. , .,
God no more "made liquor. .
New York dally than he WW ,
table, or a resort of debuuciiery-
no more made It than he u
tools of the burglnr or the H,
tlone which the ctiBtoins sou ;.
made It only in the same sense
made the dynamite bombsoi
n.niFQ Wheat and "' ,
rye are wholly useful and w" w
food as nature yields the v.
the devices of man strong ,
produced from them, and
If they take too much of it- ,