THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS. McCONNELLSBURG. PA.
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idy purwi. I'tvlro'a ambition to become
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Turk, l'edro palrita a portrait for a lunch
waicon man and so rums a meal fur the
company.
CHAPTER III.
A Lei and Find.
"I am sure that there mtiit be color
la our souls," said Iris Vanderpool.
, "At this moment," replied Mr. Sam
uel Hill, "my soul Is tbe exact hue
of tea with lemon In It, shading off
to tho color of a Jam sandwich."
With a petulant little gesture, Iris
turned from the window out of which
una had been Razing at the atowly
darkening city.
"You always spoil my best Ideas!"
she said. "Why can't you reply sym
pathetically ? Hut you shall have tea,
of course."
As she crossed over to seat herself
beside blm, he noted the shade tbat
, clouded her eyes. 8he settled her
self In ber corner of the sofa and he
leaned over, taking both ber bands
In bis.
"You mustn't be cross," be said, ten
derly. "I think you owe It to me to be a
little more more romantlcl No!
Tbat Is a poor word to express my
meaning. A little more poetic! Why,
you don't even look like an artist any
more!"
"Don't IT" said he, slowly rising and
regarding himself In a mirror opposite.
"Iris," said be after a moment of si
lent Inspection, "must & fellow really
have long bair In order to be a good
painter, do you think?"
"Don't be absurd!" Bhe answered;
"It Isn't that, of course! But It Is
something deeper, something more Im
portant, far. Why, If I did not see
tbe lovely things you do with your
bnwh, I could not believe you were
an artist. You never give out your
temperament In any other way, and I
am hungry for It."
"For what?" be asked. "A lot of
silly talk about the color of your soul?
Lord! girlie, can't you learn to live
those things Instead of talking about
them? Can't you see that tbey lose
In value If expressed In any but the
highest way? One has to keep one's
mouth shut In order tbat all the
strength be left for one's band
"And apply none of It to dally life?"
she cried.
"Live It; don't apply It." be an
swered dryly.
"One grows by expression!" she de
clared; "by expression of every sort.
My father's friends, lots of the people
who come here, are living splendidly
Inside themselves, and they glvo it
out, and consequently they are Inter
esting. When I became engaged to
you I thought I was going to And the
same eort of Intercourse, only Intensl
fled. But you are not what I thought
you were, and my soul is unsatisfied."
"Look here, dearest," said he lightly,
"don't go for me the first day you
get home. It's a long while two en
tire weeks since we have been to
gether, and here we go, off the handle,
first thing. Let's cut it out, and be
sweet to each other Instead. Tell me
about the last couple of weeks. You're
not a very satisfactory correspondent,
you know. Wbat did you do at the
farm?"
"I walked, and rode horseback, as
usual," she replied. "There was time
for once for me to learn to know my
self; to commune with my Inner eon
sclouaness. I read Swinburne. Do
you know, I think his aura must have
been blue, like mine?"
Sam Hill helped himself to a fifth
jam sandwich before replying.
"That must have been great; espe
cially tbe riding," he exclaimed. "And
that reminds me. Iris, there Is a won
derful horse at the Winter garden
I'll take seats for tomorrow, if you
say so. You'll like It, I'm sure. There
are some bully acrobats, too."
With the air of a tragedy queen
Miss Vanderpool arose and swept to
the center of tho room, her gray gown
colling about her feet like clouds of
smoke. Very young she looked, and
quite like a child dressed up and act
Ing a play. Rut, to her own mind, she
was a woman hurt in her sensitive
soul. Withal, she had a certain dig
nity despite her youth, consequent,
perhaps, on the position which had
been hers since the death of the
mother she could scarcely remember.
"Why, what on earth Is the matter?"
cried Hllr, admiring her Immensely,
unspeakably.
The Impossible
Boy
By NINA WILCOX PUTNAM
word to success. It is a bitter fact,
perhaps, but one we alt have to learn."
That Is a theory which I do not
Intend to live by." she euld rutber
breathlessly.
How am I to take that?" said the
man
As you see fit," she replied. "I
mean to live by expression. I used
to think that you did so. You have
changed."
"For your sake!" be expostulated
suddenly angry. "If I have whipped
myself Into some semblance of a Uu-
man being, It has been I woe going
to say, for you; but It Is more than
that. It has been for the work's own
sake. And now you are ready to ropu
dlate me because of that very accom
plishment. You are unfair, unreason
able."
"Ob, don't be so logical, or I shall
go mad!" she cried. "I hate your rea
sonableness!"
Very well, then," sold he, trying'to
smile, "I'll be unreasonable
"And don t be facetious! On, go
away, I can't endure you!
"Look hero, Iris," be said hoarsely,
"I'm not Joking. God forbid! This
is getting too Berlous. Am I really to
go?"
"Or let your spirit out of Its cage,
she said,
For the third time Hill committed
bis greatest mistake,
You are a foolish child!" he said
angrily. "Very well, then, I'll go. But
I warn you, If you send me off, 1 11 not
come back."
For a moment he waited, hoping
that she would epeak, but she said
nothing, merely standing there and
trembling a little, though white and
and silent Suddenly Hill' turned on
bis heel
'Confound all women!" he mut
tered, and without a single backward
glance flung himself out of the room
In a fury.
For a moment or two longer she
stood motionless, and then throwing
her arms out wildly, she cried his
name aloud.
Oh, Sam!" she called, "come back
please come back!"
Running out Into the upper ball, she
arrived at the stair-bead just In time
to hear the front door close after blm,
and was Instantly obliged to flee tbe
mildly Inquiring gaze of a footman,
who came In to remove tbe tea tray.
When he was gone, however, she cast
herself face downward among the gray
cushions of the sofa and cried bitterly,
a cold horror clutching at her heart
as she slowly came to see tbe reality
of what she had done.
For Hill had spoken the truth when
he Implied that she w as merely a child
bored with luxurious surroundings and
striving after she knew not what. Her
father adored her, and gave her ab
solute liberty. Tbe people whom she
knew by inheritance meant little to
her; she found them Introspective,
self-absorbed, and amateurs at the arts
they affected, many of them simply
hangers-on of ber beauty-loving father,
who with the years had become less
the man of affairs and more the man
of letters and patron of the arts. As
she grew up her discontent Increased,
until finally, within the lost two years,
Bhe had stumbled upon a group of
people with whom brains meant aris
tocracy. Here she had met Hill, and
after about a year he had persuaded
her to become engaged to bim. She
had consented on condition that It
remain a secret for the time being.
There bad been no reason for conceal
ment but the girl's Innate love of ro
mance and mystification. And so no
one hnd been told of the engagement,
although It was a well-known and
widely discussed subject among their
friends.
And It was all over! Well, possibly
It waB for the best
She burled her face deeper In the
esthetic gray cushions. Her soul must
have expression! It must!
Desperately unhappy, but not with
out a certain enjoyment or her own
"Matter?" she cried tragically; "you misery, sho arose with the determlna
ar1c me that? I tell vou that mv soul tlon
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natlng than any gaiety could be, and
his rare smile was a thing to be
remembered. Of her mother Iris bad
no recollection, but from her earliest
childhood she had seen her father as
an Individual, Instead of merely as
"father," a being from whom came
the luxuries of material existence; and
she had always adored blm. There
was a cloud over his existence, she
knew, and she assumed It to be the
loss of her mother. But this explana
tion was not sufficient to account for
the depression which bad come upon
him lately. What could the trouble
be? Had It to do with those letters
which came by registered malt, with
foreign stamps, some of which the
tramp by the wayside at Stamford had
so nearly stolen from ber? Stamford!
It only she bad stayed In the free, In
nocent air of the country, among tbe
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Is hungry frtarved! and you retort
with an Invitation to a music-hall
It Is unthinkable! How can you? You
have no sympathy, no understanding,
I hate you. There!"
She turned from him abruptly.
"Iris!" he. cried, springing to her
side and putting his arm about her,
"iou must not say such things, you
silly child. When I leave my work I
want to play Just to play like a child
and a trained horse amuses me;
.frankly and truly, I do like It. You
hardly ever laugh for sheer merri
ment. It's most neurotic, I'm durned
If It Isn't!"
"I'm not a silly child." cried Iris
hotly, disengaging herself from his
embrace. "I'm not neurotic! My
soul Is torn.
"Oh, marry me right away, and let
your soul go hang!" exclaimed Hill.
"All you need Is a tasto of life! Hon
estly I understand about this feeling
of yours, dear. Eelieve me, work and
living In earnest are the answers and
tbe cure.'
"You don't understand!" she cried;
"every word you utter makes that
plulner. You never have any great
emotional experiences at least, that
I can see and bo, of course, you can't
recognize them as real In others, x ou
may be an artist on canvas, but you
are not an artist of life, and tbat is
far more Important! I suppose you
will go on leading your ordered exist
ence forever. I shall stifle If I have
to share It! And I thought you were
a romantic figure. Why, you work as
resuiarlv as any business man, and
as bard!"
"A curious complaint," said he, the
half-smile dying uuon his Hps. "You
to And her father, and extract
what comfort she could from him
without telling him her trouble. Per-
Iiuds bo was In his library now. She
would go and see. Slowly she de
scended the wide stairs. At the street
entrance stood her father, evidently
on the point of leaving the house.
Vanderpool was a handsome man
and hud retained an Intangible atmos
phere of youth, despite the responsi
bilities of his wealth, and despite the
obvious fact that he had lived lu
Ien3ely In the emotional side of his
nature.
"Hello, little Iris!" he said. "You
Bccm a bit pule, my dear! Were you
looking for me?"
"Yes, father!" replied Iris, "but I
you are going out, I see, so "
"I've an appointment that Is rather
DreBsIne." said he. a little anxious
pucker gathering between his eyes,
"but If your business can't wait, mine
will have to,
"Oh! mine Is nothing, nothing!" said
Iris, with whut seemed to her divine
submission to fate.
"Then we'll have a fine talk at
breakfast." returned her father. "I'm
dining out. Good night, my dear!"
The door closed behind blm, and Iris
turned Into the library.
The room spoke strongly of her fa
ther. It was lurge and fine and ro
mantic, like him; It was dignified, too,
containing several almost priceless
treasures. But perhaps the most
unique feature of the apartment was
the great, low desk. It was a Flemish
piece, unusual In shape and construc
tion, and covered with a multitude of
Intricate ornaments, carved deep Into
Its heavy surface.
Vanderpool had never been a very
l. rf.. r uf vmi would light-hearted person, but he had
n tail, nu nil.' Control is the oass-1 subtle charm which was more fascl
XI 1 rVXNNN fifl.nltl 1
mass, which
"Oh, 8am!" She Wailed Aloud, and
Cast Herself Across the Deskboard.
crimson maples, where troubles slipped
from one so easily. Her thoughts flew
to her erstwhile lover, and bitter re
gret welled up ufrcsli In her heart.
'Oh, Sam!" she walled aloud, and
cast herself across tbe deskboard,
grasping the carvings opposite with
agonized white fingers.
Then suddenly an utterly unexpect
ed, astonishing thing happened. Tbe
carved ornament beneath ber light
hand flew outward with a spring. Iris
raised her tear-stained face in amaze
ment, and there before ber lay open
secret compartment, responsive to
her unwitting touch. It was a shal
low drawer, about six by ten Inches
n diameter, and was filled with pa
pers, written out In Spanish (to' her
an unintelligible language), the script
being that fine, close one of which she
had Just been thinking. There were a
number of these, but, stranger still, on
top of them lay a miniature In a frame
of brilliants. At this she Btared long,
with fascinated, incredulous eyes, for
the face was that of the youth who
had sung before the cobbler's shop;
the youth who, with his bear, had
saved her from the tramp; tbe youth
who, later, she had watched paint
the wagon In the grimy suburban
square!
CHAPTER IV.
That Which Is No Robbery.
Meanwhile Sam Hill had flung him
self Into the street, and Into a state
of mind which was the reverse of en
viable. Iteason was suddenly Impos
sible. The arguments which be had
advanced to Iris but a moment since
now failed blm, and. his one master
ing, overwhelming thought was that
he had lost her.
It had all happened so suddenly that
the shock left him gasping. Probably
she had never really cared from the
first, he thought, for had she ever
been In love with him she could not
have dismissed him on so flimsy
pretext.
While this passed through his brain,
he had been walking rapidly, and after
a few moments, coming upon Wash
ington square, he flung himself upon
one of the benches near the center,
Btretchlng his legs out straight in
front of him, folding his arms, and
frowning under the tilted brim of his
lint, ho tat moodily Bturlug Into space
Darkness hud not quite fallen yet,
and all about him poured the home
ward bound crowds from the neighbor
ing shops, factories and offices an un
ceasing stream, varied as the nations
of the earth.
Quieter and yet more quiet grew
the square. At this hour the virtuous
were eating In their homes, while tbe
wicked fed In luxury over there to the
northwest, where already the white
flare of middle Broadway was flung
against the durkened sky. Over all
hnnz the Indefinable yet definite
spirit of the city! Intricate, throbbing,
fraught with tho Joys and horrors of
civilization.
And Sam Hill still sat glowering out
upon the scene.
"Oh, the wonder of it!" said a low
voice at his elbow.
With an effort Hilt aroused himself,
the aching trouble In his heart pulsing
painfully at the return to conscious
ness of his own personality. Hud some
one spoken to blm? It was only bis
fancy, perhaps! Suddenly something
cool and damp and unmistakably alive
thrust Itself Into the relaxed palm of
his hand, causing him to start up
Then the cool thing shot forward, leav
Ing his hand upon a rough coat of
fur. An animal! What could It be?
"Great Scott!" he exclaimed, all
alert. In the darkness boslde him
crouched a shapeless
grunted Boftly.
"It's only Mr. Jones," said the voice
that hud spoken before. "He's Just
woke up. It's only my bear!"
Then Sam Hill realized that the
creature at which he was staring In
the dimness was a small bear, to
which was attached a chain that
clanked upon the asphalt walk.
"Mr. Jones, Is It?" snapped Hill.
"And who the devil are you?"
"I am Pedro," replied tho animal's
custodlun. Ami even In tbe gloom
Hill could see the white gleam of a
smile. The slender figure straightened
up on the bench beside him.
"What Pedro? Pedro who?" de
manded Hill, Interested In spite of
himself.
"Only Just Pedro," came the answer.
Then followed a laugh a wonderful,
rippling laugh, ending abruptly, as
though a door had been closed upon
music.
"Well, Pudro, whoever you are," re
plied Hill, "you seem to be In as ill
straits as myself, else you would not
be silting In the square at such an
hour." 1
Are you hungry, too?" Pedro In-
ulred.
Hill luughed, a short laugh, not so
pleasant to hear as the other's.
"In a way," Bald he.
"Ah!" said Pedro pityingly, and by
the tone Hill knew that the youth bad
guessed at a bidden meaning lu bis
words.
'Why do you come to the city?"
asked the latter, after a pause. "Your
brotherhood usually keep to the open
road." '
"I come because I am an artist, and
here I shall have more opportunity
to paint," replied Pedro.
You speak as though you were a
genius," said Hill bltlngly.
"Perhaps I am," Pedro returned.
There was a silence, during which
Mr. Jones fumbled the hand of bis new
acquaintance affectionately. Then
said Pedro:
"Whut Is your trouble?"
Somehow Hill waa not In the least
offended by tho question. For a mo
ment he considered it, then:
"I must go away and bide myself,"
he said.
And you don't want to go away?"
Yes or rather, I want to go, al
though It is a duty I take a bitter
pleasure In discharging. But I must
go, because I must bide."
"Oh!" said Pedro. "Why go off to
hide? A good way to get out of sight
is to remain where you are, and tell
no one about It. People so promptly
forget about you."
Hill peered at tbe youthful face to
see If the bear trainer was joking; but
no trace of mirth could be discover.
Perhaps!" said ho. Then to change
the subject, "When did you arrive lu
the city?"
"This afternoon."
"And what, exactly, do you expect
to do?"
To find a master, and to study; to
find a studio, and to paint," was the
terse reply.
And meanwhile go hungry! Are
you saving all your money for the ends
you mention?"
I have no money," explained Pedro
cheerfully.
'Then how do you plan to get your
studio?"
"I do not know yet," Pedro told
him. "Hut there must be a great many
in so large a city."
"So you are not daunted by the
somewhat uncertain future before
you," remarked Hill, "even though
you are unfed?"
T have been that before," retorted
Pedro dryly.
Well," said Hill, "the most Imme
diate of our troubles can be mended.
I, too, am hungry. Will you dine with
I should like to see them! Would
they receive me well?"
"Without a doubl," said Pedro;
"they recognize a friend at once, even
as a dog or a bear does!"
"I've a mind to go back with you,"
said Hill Jokingly. "They must be
corkers. That Old Nita, now what
does sho look like?"
"She why she looks she looks like
Time himself," responded the boy.
"See, I will show you."
Saying which, he brought out a
stump of a pencil and a small pad
from some recess of his old coat of
green.
"This Is Nita," said he, turning over
several pages, and banding the open
book to Hill. "Old Nita, and that next
Is Beau-Jean, scolding Koko."
Hill took the proffered papers Idly,
and suddenly sat very erect, examin
ing them Intently.
"Who drew these?" be Inquired
after a moment.
"Why, me, of course," said Pedro.
For another little space Hill was
silent, turning over the sheets In his
hund. There were perhaps twenty
sketches In tbe pud. From bis scru
tiny of them, he raised his eyes to
Pedro. Could the boy be telling the
truth? Had he actually drawn these
things? They were remarkable. Surely
uch a one as had done them would
be fumous, for work like this was not
to bo bid euslly. Indeed, It was amaz
ingly good. It was the work of a born
draftsman. But Pedro's face showed
no signs of uneasiness. On the con
trary, his eyes were alight as he ex
plained who the people were.
"Do you like my drawings?" asked
Pedro, suddenly self-conscious, a deep
flush spreading over his face and neck.
Like them!" was all Hill replied,
but at the tone of his voice Pedro's
eyes sparkled.
"I love to draw people, and lots of
people together, and places. And
love to draw Mr. Jones."
"Who taught you?' asked Hill.
"Long ago, when I was small, some
one taught me every day," said Pedro,
Then I have painted a little here and
a little there. But I have yet so much,
so much to learn! That Is why
came here to And a studio, that I
might really learn."
Privately, II 111 was convinced that
what Pedro needed was tbe opportu
nity. That was all. It was remark
able, but true. Suddenly be leaned
across the little table.
"I suppose you love that bear tre
mendously?" he asked.
Yes," said Pedro, Instantly aware
of an Impending development.
"More than your art?"
Pedro laughed. Then he sobered.
"No," he said, "of course not. I sup
pose I would even give l.lm up if need
be and yet he Is like my own
brother."
The boy's eyes were bright with ex
citement. and the warm color had
crept Into his face as he spoke,
me T
"We shall be glad to," said Pedro,
Hill had forgotten the bear, but
when Pedro said "we" he realized that
there were three hungry beings.
"All right," he said, making a rapid
mental inventory of the restaurants he
knew. Hitting at last on the right
one, he got to his feet with a Jerk
"Come along, we'll go over to Ga
lottl's."
They ate the entire menu with very
little conversation. Then they pushed
back their chairs a little, and talked.
Hill toBsed a package of cigarettes
upon the tablo, lighting one himself.
Pedro followed suit, Inhaling the fumes
with a long sigh of contentment.
"You are fond of that bear?" asked
Hill.
"I am," replied Pedro. "He Is my
good friend; he Is the thing I love
most of all."
"Tell me of your wanderings with
him," he asked.
And Tedro told him. The elder man
Bat very still as be listened, his chulr
tilted back against the brick wall, his
eyes narrowed to mere silts of light
ub ho watched the young raconteur
through the blue haze of smoke. What
tales these were to which he listened;
bow they stirred the wanderlust In
him.
Then, too, the fascination of the an
cient and honorable profession of bear-
dancing hnd taken hold ou Hill. But
though he listened well, every little
while came the thought of his lost
love, and with It a wave of depression
Bwept over him. With a desperate ef
fort to null away from it he asked
another question.
"Where are your companions?"
"Very near the public garden from
whch we have Just come," responded
Pedro. "Down the little cobbly street
to where the alr-rallway turns; then
In a little door, threugh a court, to
an old bouse with wooden balconies
They awuit me there."
"How fitting!" murmured Ulll. "How
"Then Give Him Up!" Cried Hill.
Across the mouth of the man oppo
site to him was the stamp of a new
born decision.
Then give hlin up!" cried Hill. "I
am a painter, uive mm to me in ex
change for my studio and all that is
in It!"
studio was in there! At the thought
bo sprang up and flung tbe door wide
to discover It his memory of the night
was a vision or a reality.
As he stood upon tbe threshold be
seemed for an instant to see, not the
room before blm, but tbe upright, fash
ionably clad figure of Hill, leading a
bear oft Into the dark regions beyond
Washington square. Tben, throwing
back his head, he laughed, and stepped
into the studio.
Once It had been tbe attic covering
the upper floors of two adjoining
houses. In every sense the place was
a workshop, replete with the most per
fect tools for the trade of the brush,
and the only spot conducive to Idling
was the chimney corner. Upon the
smaller easel stood the half-finished
portrait of a man, while against? one
wall a pile of cauvuses waB standing,
tholr faces hidden.
Pedro drew a long breath of delight.
Tben It was true; It had not been a
dream, after all! He thought of Mr.
Jones again, and for a moment the
pung of tbut dear remembrance was
bitter. How waa Hill getting on with
Old Nita? he wondered. If only It
were possible to be with them, and
here at the same time! Ah, well! one
could not serve two masters, and he
bad chosen and did not regret.
On the mantel shelf stood a letter
tbat Pedro hud placed there on the
previous evening. Hill had given it
to him with the injunction to deliver
It at the earliest possible moment. He
read the superscription with Interest;
Abraham Lincoln Leigh
An address on Tenth street followed
Pedro determined to deliver It at once.
Tbe house in which Abraham Lin
coln Leigh lived, was, like almost ev
ery other building In this neighbor
hood, now being put to n use other
than thut for which It was originally
Intended, for once It had been a ware
house for the storage of paper.
"Yep!" said the hallboy, in response
to Pedro's inquiry as to whether Mr.
Leigh was In. "Third to your right
Lost door!"
So Pedro mounted and knocked.
"Come!' said a resonant voice,
which was like the booming of a great
bell. And Pedro, rejoicing at the mu
sic of It, promptly obeyed.
It was a large studio which he en
tered, large and crowded and disor
dered beyond belief. Several corners
bad been screened off for uses other
than those of sculpture, which was the
self-evident occupation of the proprietor.
At the moment of Pedro's entrance
Abraham Lincoln Leigh was stooping
over a frylngpan full of bacon, which
was sizzling on the stove; and the in
stantaneous impression which his vis
itor received was that the man's name
had In some curious fashion influ
enced his personal apiieurance. He
was very tall, and his leanness was
extraordinary. As Pedro entered, he
did not even turn his head for a mo
ment, but continued manipulating tho
bacon deliberately. When It was re
versed, he looked up at his visitor, and
again the mellow voice rung out like
the slow chimes of a church bell.
"Who are you?"
"I am Pedro," said the owner of that
name. 11 as lung nis wnue smne. i
have a letter from Sum Hill."
'Ah!" remnrked Leigh, not, how
ever, offering to take the missive, but
looking nt tho bearer, and, as was so
commonly the case, liking him. Then
In response to that smile of Pedro's
Leigh smiled, a rare thing lu him, and
an Illuminating.
'Have you hud your breakfast?" h
asked.
"Why, no! I haven't!" exclaimed tin
boy, evidently surprised at the recol
lection of his luck.
Leigh looked him over again, hl
face grave despite the gathering up
of the little lines at the corners of
his eyes.
"You're a friend of Sams?" he
asked.
"I nm his most devoted one!" ex
claimed Pedro fervently.
Again Leigh smiled.
"No, you are not," he suld. "How
ever, the forks and spoons are In that
bureau, and you'll find a cup on the
shelf behind thut Bcreen."
Pedro stared at him for a breath.
and then, with a laugh, he threw his
bat and his letter down upon a chair,
and went In search of the unities mentioned.
"Gracias!" he said, "I a'ti very hun
gry. Muyue you Know witai mm teeis
like, eh?"
"You bet!" said Leigh solemnly.
(TO UK CONTINl'Kn.)
CHAPTER V.
Two Meetings.
Next morning Pedro awoke with
sense or strangeness upon nun, una
Instinctively stretched out his hand
to touch Mr. Jones, who always slept
beside him. But the bear was missing
Instead of a rough, warm coat that
heaved sleepily beneuth his hand, he
touched a coverlet soft as silk. At
this, bis senBe of uneuslncss Increused
and with an effort he opened his eyes
and sat up. Ah, yes! He remembered
now. Mr. Jones waa gone. Gone with
the sanction of his master, gone per
hups never to return! One by one
the events of the preceding evening
cume back to his mind. His hesltuncy,
Hill's arguing with him, the details
of their compact, and his final agree
ment to the extraordinary proposal
Ah, yes! and Hill's writing of the two
letters, one of which gave him, Pedro,
possession of the npnrtment in which
he now found himself. The other to a
friend of Hill's to be delivered on the
morrow that was today today.
Slowly he let his gaze travel about
the comfortable little bedroom In
which he lay. Its furnishings were
slmplo In the extreme, yet adequate
Opposite htm stood it chest of draw
ers, mahoguny, and old. There were
brushes on It and a few simple ebony
toilet necessities. At the foot of the
bed was a door, half closed. Tbe
(Conducted by tha National Womu
Christian Temperance Union.)
SaToTITmEaTjM
(From an Address by tbe REV. FaTiip
PATRICK J. MUIU't!Y.
Is the saloon business, as w ha,
It In America today, an erll thin
and a thing that cannot be change
Into a beneficial thing? u there m
such a thing as a good saloon? a,
we not condemning It because of i
associations? You might an e
talk about a decent rattlesnake or
respectable hell. Wo certainly Ml
demn saloons because of tholr ast,
ciatlons; but we are not unmindful
the fact that the meunest thing ab0:
a saloon is the saloon Itself. Do jo
know wbat a suloon Is? A saloon
a licensed, bonded and prutected n
sort for men, where, by tho use of i
irritant poison known as alcohol, ttoi
erato drinkers are first product, n
tben some of these moderate drinker
are converted into drunkards. Thet
is not a saloon In the United State
today that has not purpoaeijr m,
knowingly produced some drunkirdi
One hundred thousand drunkard i
year may not be an overestimate
the finished product of an iudustry, j
which you and I are engaged, u co
operators, by granting licenses uodii
the seal of the various states, j
saloon Is an Institution for making
drunkards. Drunkenness doci w
make a man respectable today.
does not recommend him for a respo
slbto position. It does not entitle bin
to the conlidence of his friends. Tit
railroad company does not vast i
drunkard In the train or on ih lo
comotive. The steamship coipur
does not want him on the bridge. Tit
commercial house or banking instlti
tlon does not want him handling In
funds. Tbe merchant does not wr.
him behind tho counter. The uu:
facturer does not want him beilfr
the machine. We do not call it i
drunken physician it we care one
for the patient We do not hint
drunken lawyer if we want to gab i
suit. We do not want drunken ten!:
ers in our schools. We do not fit
drunken judges on the bench. It;
can go right ahead and elaborate c:
that just as much as you like, ft
of tho strongest arguments along Hi:
line against the saloon may V
summed up in these words:
saloon makes drunkards; the lap;'
of drunkurds at tho present time Ut-
yond tbe demand; let ua close dorJ
the works until advancing ciriliatki
finds some use for tho product
in the meantime let us take goodc
of the drunkards we have, for '
helped , to make them."
JAWS MUST HAVE EXERCISE
Vigorous Mastication Makes for the
Preservation of the Teeth Eat "
' Stale Bread.
"The laws were designed for use,"
said Dr. lioruce L. Howe In a discus
sion at the recent meeting of a dental
association.
"Kecuntlv a strong, handsome, splen
didly developed Swedish gentleman
cume to mo for treatment, hvery
tooth was perfect. The jaws were
lurge and well developed. Only four
or five small fillings were present. 1
remnrked that he must have used nis
teeth when young.
"In reply ne told me that his people
In Sweden considered breud unfit for
food if leBS than three weeks old.
There Is no doubt that the use of the
Jaws In vigorous mastication Is the
source of stimulation toward their de
velopment and the source of the pres
ervation of the teeth after they erupt.
"The jaws will not develop without
the blood supply, which Is, In turn, de
pendent on the stimulation of exercise.
"One of the most pitiful objects 1
ever beheld was a boy of perhaps flf--teen
whose lower jaw was of the size
of that of a chUd of six. What caused
this condition? I know It was due to
lack of use. Of this I am positive,
becnuse the boy had ankylosis of the
Jaws from childhood. His jaw lacked
tbe Btlmulatlon of use."
by
Matter of Chance.
With 70 deaths by homicide and 68
automobiles for the first six
months of the year, the difference be
tween crime and Joy-riding in tnis
city appears largely a matter of
chance so fur as results are con
cerned. New York World.
SAVING IN CRIMINAL COST.
. Tho question Is asked: "Is lM
evidence to nrove that the COM
prosecuting crime Is decreased i
temperance?" Temperanre statu i
towns furnish an abundance
ilenee . For exsmnle:
Lawrence county. Pa- ha 3i,i
Interesting discovery along thi lM
FI.MirpH rnmnllpd from city and CM !
records show that the amount paid'
tnrnra In nl tendance upon CriB-l
cases during the license period o' "j
1909, 1910 and the March session
1911 averaged $U58 for each -
thirteen RPHHlnns. and that tl" ''1
. omnim nult tiirnrs rltirinK tkl'l
sessions under no-license for t
flan raa n ra avfl iinhifl i onlr
-r " v " , j
an ovorncra savin? Ill 1 1I TV fed 11
of $577.52 per session, or K.3W-1".!
year. This amount exceeds Df t J
the greatest amount receded 61
licenses any one year during w,.
riod from 1905 to 1910. include-
JOHN BARLEYCORN DESTR0l
John Barleycorn ruins wf"tt1
hut with them, the worst webc
am not here concerned Mf
Is that it Is so many of the W
Rirleveofl 1
stroys. And the reason M "jl
best are destroyed Is lecau -i
Pnrleycorn Btands on every n I
and bywoy accessible. ia- j
Tt la tnat thnan tlm cood fclM 1
worthwhile, the fellows wlth tbe'1
ness of too much stivnctn. 1 ,J
spirit, too much fire and fla""1
devllishness, that W -..,1
with John PrliI 1
out of the way. these uan I
would still be born; ana WJ
do things Instead oi jii-..--.
London.
iwrnNfiKSTFNT.
- . u -w-elltlV tWl
in a cerium mj n('
advocates bad a purade- 'I
ugers ruled tnui no " . J0i1
permitted to mnrch, and I
police to see hui- -,,.
rorcea. a cunu . p-i
wnose tenners ui'i- , p'l
for protection from '-i
asked one of tne cmj
ever iiioiu ui i .
-i ...... i ii.,nfr its finished P""
ymto ill "n
I nftriorunmn
it, rnW
If really, for once.
llzed race of mankind
frntrt nlmlinl for 30 ',r8',r.
completely sound Se"er
come into existent. -
suit a transrormuuu". - (.
the whole culture leve 1
ing or tne nuii"- - .
.,M easily ,A
men, wuiuu vu --- , . it-i
side tho greatest ltor
o..llltlOU8 01 .
know anything.-!'!-
gandt of WurzauJg-
BAD BUSINESS.
I look upon the
,iu immoral, causa
than anything else nfti
unrt I in na u" nu' i
ought not to derive a re
. .. . ..vWt .illff flr IB.'
retail oi .mv, - ,ft
Wilson, in the V. a-
GAIN DESIRABLt - .
If- you educate -
you eaut j i
stain from alcohol.
healthy and seusiui" -Wilhelm.
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