THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS. McOONNELLSBURO, Pa. POSSIBLE BOY ILLUSTRATIONS CD. RHODES ODPyPIOHT fy POftfiVMFPPIU CO . 3YNOPSI3. Toilro nnit the (luni-lng bHr, Mr. Jones, provi'iit a trump from atenMnK a youn ally's urw. IVilro's antliltlon to liuiumtt lilntr spurs lilm t iilt Olil N'lia nntl thn slrullliiK lar lune.-rs. I'wlro, Old Nltii ami I lie lipur InilniTH atiirt fur Nw York. M lit Irla Vanilriiui quitrn-ls with her artlHt lim-r. Hum Hill, anil they part, blie (liM'over In her futlwrs desk, a pir trult, which sli rei'oKDlZfM us that of J'ulio, who rt-ai ui'tl lnr from the pum null her. Hill mi-uta IViIro ami Mr. Joins In Washington simrt. Hill (Uncov ers talent In 1'i-ilio's dniwlims ami In a mail dt'Hlre to lone lilinsulf, alve his siihIIii and all In It to I'ndro In cxchuiiK for Mr. Jom-s. I'eilm 0--tili-s HIII'm stii dlo and i-iills on I.1kU, t"1" ' "lplor, wllh a lettsr from HIII. Ll(n, c-ailinw in m turn. In th alley hump Into turn men. inm of whom Is Reginald Vanderpool, Irla" fathsr, In dlul. Vndrrpool'a compan ion gors Into the UusiTnsiU of HlU'a Bin. Ill) and talks with Hlcanln, or Kowe, Urn banemrnt tenunt, of a conspiracy sgiilnst a forclKn government. Vanderpool. over whom Howe lias a secret hold, la linpll rated. Henora lausa ami her child, sup posedly dead In an uprising. Howe knows to be alive.. Bettors, Imussa Is driven ly Itlciirdo to a resort where th conspira tors meet her and profess loyalty. Ham Hill sees Howo unexptM'tmily attacked by Old Nlta, and rescues her. CHAPTER IX Continued. "Madonna. 1 bog that we talk of something elite than myself," he con tinued. "These pictures of De Hush's par example. You diuhI go to them. Ho Is wonderful as an Interpreter either of character or personality." "Very well," sold she, not looking at him, for she waa piqued at the purely friendly unsentimental glance with which he had returned her somewhat languishing one. How be avoided the personal! It seemed as though he feared It above his tone implied that he hud. All at once the Idea for which she wag searching flushed into her mind. "I hope you will not think whut I am about to Bay, too Btrunge," she began, "or consider me very presumptuous in assuming that you are already suffi ciently my friend to permit my muklng such a request of you; but remember that I owe you a rescue and that we have come together instantly on the same plane without any of the usual preamblo. Perhaps indebtedness al ready incurred is scarcely a ground for claiming further help; but you will understand ah, you must, for I am in great distress and trouble, and there is no one to whom I can go with my difficulty." Pedro, who had been examining a vase, turned to her with surprise. Ever ready wllh sympathy, he put out bis hand with a bIiirIo expressive gesture. Madonna!" hn exclaimed, "you know I would willingly serve you. If It Is In my power to help, suroly you must know tliut I would not hesitate. "Very well, then," she said gravely. 'It is this: My father Is a strong man, a brave man, I am cure, and one who is not easily daunted or disturbed. You noticed how he acted today? Why, be was scarcely civil to you. Such rudeness, believe me, is far from bis customary habit, and there is only one explanation for It. He must be deeply troubled about something, and for It to disturb him so, that thing Is a very serious matter; otherwise he would throw It off, or, at worst, conceal It." Have you no Idea of what this time she guzed at It earnestly. Then a curious discovery startled her. The portrait was Pedro, feature for fea ture, expression and all; but one item which hud somehow escaped her now added greatly to her already deep per plexity. The hair of the picture, In stead of being dark, like Pedro's, was of a ripe corn gold! CHAPTER X. Concerning Bohemia. On the following morning, at nine o'clock promptly, Iris reached the top landing of the Muldoon place house and paused, flushed and rather breath less, before the studio door. On It, below the heavy brass knocker and the pluto engraved with Hill's name was a modest ticket bearing Blmply the word "Pedro." Tucked under a corner of this last was a folded bit of paper addressed to "Madonna Iris." At sight of It her heart almost stopped beating. Could he have goue away? Did he not wish to seo her? With trembling fin gers she unfastened it, opening it to her anxious gaze. you are mistaken. I do. I am In them constantly. Thut I am not an artUt does not prove that I am not a Uo hemlan, nnd utterly accustomed to freedom of thought and action!" "Now listen to me, and don't cry," suld Cassle. "There's nothing to weep over. What I'm going to tell you is the straight goods, see? I'm not ex actly a lady myself, but I know the real thing when I see It, and this time it's you, with no mistake !" They seated themselves before the fire now, Bide by side, Iris submitting meekly to being placed as Cassle Indi cated. "Now, I'm not a swell," began Cas sle; "and probably you'll say I ain't (It to advise you. And bo I ain't, but I do know something more about this world than you do. That's pretty clear, and I want to slip you a tip. It's this: You carefully brought up girls think It's a great lark to conie into 'Hohe mla,' u you cull It, and do crazy things, as though you was In a foreign country where you didn't expect to be seen. It's thut queer notion, that what people are told not to do, is fun to do. Hint's brought you here. You came A t ihA rtt-v nf Ilia tir r a n al;af nil of Pedro himself, empty handed, and because It made you feel like a everything, and detecting the approach trouble Is?" he asked of an Intimate note, changed the theme at once. "I have a curious- sketch of Leigh's with me," lie said, ehanglng the sub ject determinedly; "would you care to see It?" ' "Oh, yes, I like that man Leigh al though he never pays tho slightest at tention to me nor Indeed to any wom an, for that matter. He looks as If he could be Intensely Interesting If he would only talk. But though I have known him, en passant, for years, I never seem to get at him at all." "You are certainly right In suppos ing him to be Interesting!" exclaimed Pedro, hie eyes lighting up at this ap preciation of his friend. "He Is a man among men! A great mind; a sincere artist. One night not long ago we were talking about form In music, and he told me that be bad caught nature herself demonstrating their Intimate kinship. Listen he saw the Pocantico hills against tho sunset, and suddenly ft occurred to him that If five parallel lines were drawn behind them In a given space (as the foundations of a music score are drawn) the outlines of tho hills against them would form a melody where the extreme height and depths of outline occurred. He made a drawing of tho hills, cut It out, laid It upon the Ave black lines, and behold a melody resulted, which he showed me upon the piano. He afterward gave mo the drawing; It la in this pocket, I think." He fumbled In the depths of the old green coat, while Iris . waited with bated breath. How good he was to look at; a trifle slight, ixalbly; but what won derful hair h had, that curled a little. Ah, he had found the paper! Together they were leaning over It as he spread it upon the tnoieciotn. "1 have tried to get him to tell me," she replied, "but It has been a useless effort. My father and I are close friends, but he persists In saying there la nothing wrong, which simply meane that something Is very wrong Indeed; so much so that he Is unwilling to tell me." I am sorry," Bald Pedro, "but how can I help?" The case la just this!" she cried, rising in her excitement: "I have good reason to believe that he is bo- Ing cither defrauded by a pack of scoundrels who have managed to de ceive him into some questionable un dertaking, or thut he Is being black mailed. Could you oh, do you think that you could in any way And out If he Is being deceived, Imposed upon, and help him, or at least set my dis turbed mind at rest?" I It is a curious request," said Pedro slowly. "I to help your futher! Why, he Is a great man a wonderfully suc cessful person. Surely you cannot really believe I could serve him!" 'You do not yet understand," she urged. "He Is strong and capable, but he Is almost ridiculously sensitive on lines which touch his honor, and is quite susceptible to being worked and tormented by unscrupulous people. And I have some real proof that thla Is happening, although I cannot actual ly show It to you at this moment. Do you remember my saying that I car ried papers of value the day you res- cued me with your bear? Well, the sight of them excited my father great ly, and ever since, he has been recelv Ing letters which have nothing to do with his regular business or his social correspondence. I know It for a fact, because I etumbled upon them accl dentally. In a secret drawer of his desk. They are In a foreign langunge whon a sharp exclamation from across, Spanish, I think and he keeps them ull with great secrecy, un, I am sure he Is being harried by some mysterl ous people. Why, that note he received at luncheon was directed in that same fine foreign handwriting In which the others are written. Now won't you help me? Don't you see thut it Is an exquisitely delicate matter with which I cannot go to every one?" "Have you no relations whom this would concern?" he asked. "No," said Bhe, "we have only some distant cousins whom we seldom see and who would not do at all." Then," said Podro, "I will help you It Is a position of questionable honor, almost, which you require for this spying and I cannot go about it delib erately. Yet, If you sometime can give me a definite task in the matter, I will make sure to perform It; or should chance throw me any Information, I shall not fall to use It and follow It up, and I shall be on the watchout for any such. Still, It is not likely that such a thing will cross my path." Thank you!" she exclaimed In real gratitude. "It Is a relief to know that I may call upon you if necessary. Then the matter can rest between us two There is nothing at present that I can ask you to do, but If a clue should arise I shall let you know." And I will respond Immediately said he, arising to take his departure. "I have friends ay, good friends who are more likely to hear rumors of plotting than I. They probably know most of the sub roBa doing of the town by now, or elso they have failed In their habit of other cities! Hut even so, I am afraid that there's not a very groat chance of their stumbling upon the particular Information we need, And now, Madonna, I must leave. Will you pose for me? I want to paint the beautiful line which runs from your chin downward, like the edge of th young moon." "Pose!" she gasped, astonished at this new turn of affairs. Then delight at the prospect flooded her heart and suffused her cheeka with a delicate color. "Pose for you I Indeed, yea, When?" "Tomorrow." "At any time?" "At nine, If that la not too early." "I shall be thore," she breathed. When he had gone she descended cautiously to the library, and finding it vacant, made the door fast. Then springing the secret catch In the desk she took out the miniature which lay within the hiding-place. For a long the room caused them to look up hastily. In the doorway stood Iteglnald Vanderpool, his aristocratic clean shaven lace for the Instant blanched, his eyes fixed upon Pedro as though In fascinated unbelief. Iris covered the odd situation quickly. "Signer Pedro," she said, "this Is my father." On the moment the man's face be camo Impassive, and with courteous grace he advanced to greet the guest at his table. "Are you the painter of whom the morning paper speaks?" he inquired of Pedro. "Pardon my not knowing." "I suppose I am," replied Pedro composedly. "Ah! I shall be Interested In Booing your work," uuld Vanderpool. Hut his tone was perfunctory, except for a note of what might have been disap pointment. After this he spoke very little, but whenever the conversation between his daughter and, Pedro be came most animated he would steal a covert look at the youth a look full of Interest aud something else, too, which would have been difficult for an observer to define. A servant, entering with a note, caused a diversion, and as he put the envelope Into his pocket, Vanderpool arose, although he had scarcely eaten anything. "Sorry, but I must run along," he said, and went out as abruptly as he had come. Iris suggested the gray room, and they climbed the stair to It and Bat themselves upon the sofa where Hill and she hud quarreled. Hut no ghost oT a former love haunted her now. In stead, her Infatuation for Pedro burned higher every moment. She must find some method ef attaching him and of assuring their Meeting frequently, so that she might Save opportunity grad ually to bind J.t'i by more tender ties Then, too, tha r.nlnture In the desk seemed to hau'st her that and her fa ther's start wfi he entered the dining room. But anjxDg her numerous ques tlonlngs, one thing she could and would discover: What did Pedro know about Hill? "Have you known Mr. Hill long?" she asked. "I aee that It la bis studio that you have taken." "No," said he; "I have seen him only once. Hut I feel a great friendship for him," be added In a significant tone. She changed the subject hastily. How could this stranger have learned of her former attachment? And yet running frantically to the opea door of a shop which bore the .sign: "Artists' Supplies." Then came the words: "The door la unlocked. Walt, I beseech you. I haate; I fly!" Below this was a second sketch of himself running madly, package In hand, to ward a door marked studio. From sheer relief Bhe laughed aloud, and at the sound a door upon the land ing below creaked as though some one had opened It to listen. However, Miss Vanderpool did not notice this, but, turning the handle, let herself Into the tudlo, where she had often been be- fi.ro, to be sure, but never until now unci:aperoned. Closing the door behind her, she stood motionless, leaning against It, Pedro's funny little note crushed tightly In one hand, while she let a flood of mixed emotions sweep over er. Pedro, the adorable! Slowly she advanced to the center of the floor and smoothed out the crumpled note. How clever he was! With a tender little sigh she folded It carefully and slipped it Into the bosom of her gown. Then flushing a little, she removed her long outer rap and laid It, with her hat and furs, upon the couch. There was a footstep upon the land ing, and the door opened suddenly. Expecting to see Pedro, she whirled about with a word of greeting, but to her amazement, In his stead the door way was occupied by a woman! It was Cassle. For a long moment neither woman poke, but stood staring Intently, one aa much amazed aa the other. Good morning," Bald Iris interrog atively, the question following swift on the heels of the first pang of jeal ousy she had ever experienced. What woman was this who entered bis apartment as though by right? Cussle's smile was disarming. "Pretty, and a lady a rich lady," she said. "Why, you must be her! Well, I'm glad to sbd you!" Who are you, please?" repeated Iris, smiling a little in response, de plte herself. Of course you d have to ask," re plied Cassle. "He. wouldn't be likely to have mentioned me to you. No more has he told me anything about you; not knowingly, that is. Hut Just the same, I've no need to return your question." You are correct in supposing he has not spoken of you, said Iris, puzzled but with a cokl fear creeping over her. Why should he have done so? I have not known him very long, and we have only talked about What Is your name?" My name Is Miss Goodell, replied the girl, still smiling, her eyes full of curiosity. And who how do you know me? asked Iris. 'I pose for him," Bhe Bald, "and I ain't generally considered to be lack Ing in charm. Well, the charm failed, Hi Ml if War- Piis!l !:Bl For a Lono Moment Neither Woman Spoke. and when It does, there's usually a bet ter reason than any lack of looks on my part. You are that reason. guessed it right off. Are you going to marry him?" "Oh!' cried Iris, startled by the sud denness of the question; "why do you how do I" "So he ain't asked you yet," ob served Cassle shrewdly. "How do you know that?" Iris flared at her. "Because you'd have said yee to my question It he had," Cassle replied Iris arose In Indignation, but reseat ed herself, biting ber Hps. "By the way, what have you come here for?" asked Cassle, watching her closely. "If you ain't engaged to him a visit by your lonesome Is a llttle- "I came to pose," said Iris breath lesslv. "Slgnor Pedro Is going to paint my portrait." "Even so, your kind don't generally come alone, do they?" said the elder girl gently. "You are quite mistaken!" cried Iris. "It Is sufficiently customary. You said Just now that I knew nothing of the life of the studios. Well, agal real devil' to do bo, "And there's another thing," said Cassle. "They are all alike In one thing, the men are. The harder a thing Is to get, the worse they want It. Oh, don't mistake! There's no sense in being offish. But there's no use running after them, believe me! You'll only scare 'em to death!" "But I'm not" begun Iris, painfully conscious of having come alone for the express purpose of giving Pedro the greater opportunity for Bentlmout. "Then mind you don't!" said Cassle, rising aa the door flew back to admit Pedro. "Madonna!" he cried, throwing the parcel that be carried upon the table and going to Iris with outstretched hands. "I entreat your forgiveness, but there was no paint with which to make the divine blue see, like this!" He wooped down upon a length of silk which lay near by and flung it upon ber shoulder. "I have It now, and you will not be angry because I waa ab sent, eh?' "Oh, no," she answered, beaming at the sound of his voice. He next turned to Cassle, the sight of whom did not disconcert him In the least, a fact which Iris noted with re lief. "Tho cakes were wonderful!" ho ex- lalmed to the model. "Not until a moment ago did I realize that you must have made them yourself. I thank you!" Ho kissed her hiwid. You know this lady, MIsb Vander pool?" he asked, taking her to Iris. This is a friend who has been so good to me!" She has been kind to me, also," said Iris. Ah! she Is four friend, Madonna? That Is good! I did not know. How ever, we will get to work now If yon are willing. Step upon the platform. !" Cassle, having gathered up the re mains of the little cakes, to which Pe- ro had evidently referred, was about to take a reluctant departure, when Iris, turning around under Pedro's guidance, stopped her with a gesture. "Don't go away,' she said shyly, moved by an Impulse she could not have defined. "If you are not too busy, won't you sit tn here? You will give me confidence. All right, I'd Just as soon," she re marked nonchalantly. The elder girl went silently to the bookcase and stood covertly watching the painter, who already seemed to have forgotten the women Before many minutes had passed Irla herself became aware of Pedro's detachment, and knew that she need ed do guardian to protect her from this abstracted spirit, who, with ear nest brow, labored so devoutly at the rudiments of his work; knew, also, that the smaller conventions of life had no existence in his mind, and that he had noted ber request to Cassle as little as he had noted the fact of her originally having come alono. The morning wore on very quietly and In the rests little was said One o'clock cams and went, and still they heeded not, and it was well on toward two when the first Interruption occurred. A timid knock sounded at the door, as though Borne tiny child were seeking admission, and then, be fore Cassle could respond to It, the gigantic figure of Leigh slipped In through an Incredibly small crack, and looked about him. Iris smiled a greet ing, but did not move, and Pedro did hot notice tho Intrusion. Leigh dropped Into a chair tenlde CaBsle. "There!" t last exclaimed Pedro, throwing down his tools. "Enough for today." "I should think bo!" cried Leigh. "You look exhausted. And you, too, Miss Vanderpool. I didn't know you had met Pedro?" he continued, help ing her to descend from the model throne. ' You Bee, I have been away, and am behind the times." Oh! yes, wd are friends," said Pe dro, his face lighting up wonderfully at sight of Leigh. "Welcome home! Did you get the commission? Are they delighted with the sketch? But, of course! Dlos! you are a sight to gladden the heart!" Pedro's cheeke were aflame, and his eyes shone with excitement. Iris noted this with wonder, and thought that truly his friendship for Leigh must be great, since the mere sight of the sculptor aroused In him an enthusiasm so far beyond any which he displayed for others. And, Indeed, at this mo ment Pedro appeared to see uo one but the tall, gaunt man, whose hands he held. To break the little tableau, Iris looked at ber watch, and noted the hour with an exclamation of sur prise. Then she began slipping Into her outdoor garments. "I must fly!" Bhe cried. "When shall I come again?" "I er suppose I call you up and you can let me know?" said Pedro, looking, however, at Leigh. "We must have it soon. Xh! It Is good to have you back, amino mlo!" he added to the Bculptor. "Tomorrow?" said Iris. It almost seemed as If she were persisting. "I could come In the morning." "Will you be working tomorrow?" Pedro asked of Leigh. Abraham Lincoln Leigh nodded his long hpad. "This day I loaf with you," he said. "Tomorrow I shall begin to set up the big group." Pedro turned to Iris. "Tomorrow morning will be splen did then!" he said. "You will come early, eh?" "Yes," she replied, "but now I must go." "And I, also," said Leigh. "I must leave an order at Penelil's for plas terline. I'll be back In an hour, Pedro. May I Bhow you to your motor, Miss Vanderpool? It's waiting out on the avenue." "Thank you," Bald Iris, "I shall be glad." Then she turned to CasBle, all her original antagonism coming back In full force. What right had this girl to dictate to her, Iris? "Good by," said Iris, stiffly, ignoring the girl's outstretched hand. Then she went out with Leigh, her head very much In the air. ' When Pedro ar.d Leigh went down the stairs, arm in arm, the door of the ground-floor apartment was slammed with violence, Just as they passed it. "Do you know the chap who lives there?" asked Leigh. Never saw him," said Pedro. "These tenants are all very quiet. I never meet any of them, except Cassle." "I've seen this down-stairs fellow. said Leigh. "Disagreeable fellow. 'Name's Howe, I believe." I have never seen him," Pedro re plied. "Where shall we go, eh? "Paleri's," said Leigh; "we can talk there." It was close on to one o'clock In the morning when, In a very enthusiastic mood, Pedro eaw Leigh to tho letter's liSiiliiS i gup before. He became so much absorbed In trying to place this person that he could scarcely believe bis eyes when he saw the man vanish before them. A swift glance about showed that he was on his home block. There was only one placo Into which the man could have gone Muldoon ' place! Breaking Into a run, Pedro gained the entrance Just In time to Bee the man he was pursuing gain admittance to the Interior house by the basement door. For a moment he stood stock still with surprise. The basement of the house In which he himself lived! Why, that wts a part of those people's apartment what was tbelr name? Ah, yes, Rowe! Alive with curiosity, he crossed the court with cautious steps, and tiptoe ing to the barred window, which was further reinforced by shutters on the Inside, knelt down upon the stones and applied his eye to the crack of a lame slat. At first he could see nothing but a patch of red carpet, so he shifted slightly, bringing Into full view the mun whom he had followed. At this hs suddenly remembered. It was the tramp who had tried to rob Iris! What a mystery was here! First a man tries to rob the daughter and then Is seen in secret conference with the father! Papers! Yes, she had papers in that little silk purse, and this rascal knew their value, no doubt. Hut what could they concern? The mon hud moved aside now, disclosing another, at sight of whom Pedro's heart liked to have stopped. "Itlcardo!" he gasped, amazed. But his gaze and his pain ful wonderment were Instantly de flected from "Howe" to a woman who snt beyond him. Feature for feature, tl.o face she lifted In the light was his, Pedro's, very own. She was his counterpart, all but the color of her hair! Like a wounded animal, Pedro gave a little moan, and, clutching at his heart, dropped his head upon the stone sill and sobbed gaspingly, terribly. Then a noise Inside the room startled him. They were coming to the door. Evidently the woman was leaving. ArlBlng, he flung out his arms toward the warmly lit interior with a single gesture of passionate longing, and, turning, fled terror-stricken to the sanctuary of his room above stairs. MT 1 1 It Waa Mr. Vanderpool Irla' Father. EASY TO MAKE THESE MEDI- UNtS In cases of anemia, cabhaKe (ra and spinach are distinctly bew-iiciai Spinach is almost as vuluuble at llthia water on the kidneys, wiiiie French call it "the broom or the stom ach," referring to Its cleansing erties. Lettuce and celery are both nerve tonics, and a diet of nothlaj but celery Is said by some physlclani to be a sure cure for rheumatism am neuralgia. The free use of this vegetable It . ways recommended to rheumatic p,. tlents. The frequent eating of car rots, it Is said, adds to the lauty of the skin, bringing a soft, satiny qua. lty to It. Cattlemen know that i, good for the stock, and country won en say It forms blood. Carrot roots mashed make an cxi. lent poultice for Inflammatory nr. faces. Watercress possesses aliunilant h. phur and iron and imparts ti noc. essary constituents to tho Men, J in the most delightful method ikikmMm. Eaten with lemon or oil in Hie Miape of Biilad, it is a combination of vir tues that should be ti pprnpriated dally. Tho old Romans used to nay ' Eat cress and learn wit." A good way to make cress aalad Is to mix it with youtiK ilandfilug leaves or shredded cabbage ami strv with French dressing. Peru's exports In 19i:i utiioutiu-d to S37.722.S50 In value. door. They stood for several moments In the shelter of the vestibule, compar ing the English of Oscar Wilde to that of the King James Bible. Then Leigh found his latchkoy and Pedro turned homeward. Hut he was not destined to reach the studio Immediately. Before he bad gone to the end of the block he turned and stood quite motionless, looking up at Leigh's win dow, where a dim light soon appeared behind the cracked and yellow blinds. Until thle light hod been extingulshud he waited, looking up with a strange expression In his eyes. Then, when the window went dark, he burled bis face In bis hands and seemed to purge his soul of some trouble. After a mo ment or two, however, ho abruptly squared his shoulders and resumed hie homeward waj, only to be halted by the eight of two men, who Issued from the swinging door of a little subter ranean cafe and paused Together un der a street lamp. At his first glimpse of the taller of tho two men, Pedro's heart gave a great thump of surprise. It was Mr. Vanderpool, Iris' father! And who was the disreputable-looking fellow to whom he was talking? Why had the chap such a familiar look? Where had he seen the fellow before? Impossible to remember. But whatever their for mer encounter, It paled in Interest' be side the fact that the mystery he hud undertaken to unravel was probably being enacted, in part, under his very nose. ' Clearly some mischief was afoot. By his tone and gestures the smaller man appeared to be dictating to the mil lionaire, who followed his words anx iously. Assuming a careless manner, Pedro pulled his cap far down over his eyes and walked past the two. "A week is Impossible; too long, by far," the villainous-looking person wns saying as Podro passed. "I warn you It must be ready by three days from now at the latest." Vanderpool's low-voiced reply did not reach the straining ears of Pedro, who had stepped Into an areaway Just beyond, where he could watch through the railing without being seen him self. Hut ho could heur nothing fur ther, owing to the direction of the wind. What was to be done? How strange that chance should have let him Btumblo upon the action of a mys tery which he had scarcely believed in the existence of! And mystery there was, beyond a doubt, elso why thl mooting in a little, unnamed wlno cel larwhy this hour of the night? But how should he, Pedro, act? Follow Vanderpool? Perhaps! In all prob ability tho millionaire would go dl rectly home. Follow the other? That might prove more fruitful. While he waited in perplexity his problem waB decided for him by the appearance of a cab, which Vanderpool hailed, aud getting into, drove oft. After waiting a moment to make certain of the direction taken by the cab, the man with whom Vanderpool had been talking started off rapidly. On the Instant Pedro was shadowing him, dodging in and out of the durker spots and keeping at a discreet dis tance. After a few moments he realized that they were bound In the direction of his own studio! The man was evi dently In a hurry and did not pause nor once look around. And all the time Pedro puzzled his head as to where he had seen the fellow's back CHAPTER XI. Sundry Adventures. On that night when Rowe had struck Old Nlta and she had fullen senseless Iifto the arms of Samuel Hill, peace and order were long in coming to the little Summer Garden. When a light had been lit to dis close the disorder of the bar, HIU's first thought was to get Nita and himself away before the matter went any further. A swift examination suf ficed to show that sho had not re gained consciousness by the time that Mikey had begun telephoning for the police. With an effort he gathered the old woman Into his arms, and after a mo- ment or two, found himself In the street. He extracted the old fashioned key from tho lock, and, closing the storm-door, fastened it on the outside. But what to do next? Anxiously he gazed up and down the deserted, enow- bound avenue. At a glance it was t plain thut he could not curry Nita to the car lino, and he began, too late, to curse the lack of sense that had led them so fur afield at such an hour. At the moment of his despair there emerged from the basement of one of the houses a little down tho line the cabby to whom the solitary remaining vehicle before the saloon belonged Whether he was warmed by a success ful amatory adventure, by the wines of an unconscious host In the person of the cook's employer, or by some other agency, must go unrecorded here, but tho fact remained thut his good humor was such that without so licitation he hailed the little group In the snow with a proposition which seemed like a benelVence direct from heaven. (TO W? CONTIN'l'KD.) The Human Automobile Tim biininn IsMly, Ilka nn am HI. rhimirt fuel (food) Into puwi-r. U li.-o r ful Is too rich, or tho inixi-m nml tilts nre out of order,. wuMo inliii't clof lit Diacbiuery and reduco the puw-r. The kidneys, like eiliauil vain, nhnull rsrry olf the waU) (uriu nH.li, hut snl kldnnys can't, trie, uelil la -vm caun heailscbe, wt-ak even, rlirunmiio lnni. gra?el, dropsy and fatal Urmia's diswt. Doan'i Klilnoy Fills help Hid ki'lotn tight oil urlu acid. It Is I In- ln-M-raxim lucodod special kidney remedy. A Maryland Case Mill K . I- . SHI- I.rl.lt;.-. Mil., nil "Tor IKv yi-ari I Inn! U 1 1 1 ti- cum lilultit iiti'l Hnii: In . m tn uffiT ffnrr. ti.-m.M i Ii.ik- (f th' Klillli S 1 ttll l! k Hte-il. ii ii -1 1 r th-- ilin: tola' l-:H - Httil Il'itll Ini; r- ll. v. il rat- un til I tn.ik hun'i KMli. v I'lllf The rhl in.- of Hi' tr' lil.. ami iln- run- nil limn .! fur y.arl." Cst Doan't at Anr Stors. 50c a Bet DOANSK FOSTER-M1LBURN CO., BUFFALO. N.Y. mm SPECIAL TO WOMEN Tho most economical, cleansing an germicidal of all antlaeptica U A soluble Antiseptic PowdefW be dissolved in water as needed. Aa a medicinal antiseptic for don In treating catarrh, Inflammation o: ulceration of noso, throat, and I- caused by femlniuo Ills it has noequa For ten years the Lydia K- l'ink!u' Medicine Co.has recommended Paxti In their private correspondence wlilrh nroves Its siiiwrlorn Vomon who havo been cured 1 it a "worth its weight In - A.l druggists. COe. larpo box, or by mA Tho Paxton Toilet Co., liuatoa PULPIT REPARTEE IN 1740-42 Ministers Like Joslah Dwlght of Wood stock Had a Remarkably Keen Sense of Humor. Jonathan Edwards, the ounger, was pastor In New Haven for 23 years end had a decided Influence In forming r.e New England theology. It is not easy to characterize the theology of these eons of the Great Awakening (1740- 42); they were all decided Culvlnists. modified according to their individual ways of thinking, but they were men of power, and every one contributed to the development of the people Id their Ideas of personal liberty. The lmpresslcn that the Bcrmons were uniformly long and dry Is an ex aggeration, and there were men of originality and humor In the ministry. like Josinh Dwlght or wooubiock, who said: "If unconverted men ever get to heaven tlrey wouid feel aa uneasy as a shad up the crotch of a white ouk." There was some disagreement be tween this man and neighboring min isters, and when they met him In tho Interests of harmony, he prayed that they "might so hitch their horses to gether on earth that they should never kick in the stablca of everlasting sal vation." Keen wit and sharp repartee characterized the conversation of many. From "A History of Connecti cut," by George U Clark. Constipation Vanishes Forever Prompt Relief-Permanent Cur CARTER'S UHLh i nrn dm i c - jv& 11 T CIV 1 1110 new! JJI LI- M '11 " uic "-, outijr ..3 A X Afk-. f A DILLS. but Rently on the liver. Stop nftcr dinner tress-c indigestion, r , ,i,t,.ntheey' : cv iin.brintt''lnc Genuine must uar Mg"'""'" H33 The Hon Remedy Inr roll eh 3, pleasant to tae u" -r when net'deu Hale's Hone) .. hmind and Tr a tnnic. !" .- tiYU"'i Contains no owum injurious. DOlU VJ J ,..J I I p;iv. Tlic Dr.s ' - ...rf OR IV E M A L AR 1 AOUTOFTHESYjIh -All' 1 Slu ' Changing Towns" Names. The Individual may go under an alias at small e.vense, but the village or town that wejils to chango Its name must pay. Hugeley once wanted to be called something else to dissociate It self from a notorious murder. Slough has unsuccessfv'Jy tried to turn Itself Into Upton Royal. Put the great tri umph was that of Milton one of the many which disliked being called Mllton next-Slttlngbourne. It acquired a privy council order that It should be henceforth "Mllton-Regls." But Indi vidual or town you need not cbango your name unless you have disgraced It. Your name need never disgrace you London Chronicle. First Is Not Much of a Task. A woman finds It nvuch easier to make a fool of a man than to make a man of a fool. 17 r. nrf ri ti- Zot i -TT ' n I.i wmt"" ,-," t:. iZ . -J.I hai ,ft5 if in- n: alir br VrlK''" Dr.H.H.G",n
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