e fHX JULTON COUNTY NEWS. McGONNELLSBTJRO. PA. IMPOSSIBLE BOY ILLUSTRATIONS & CD. RHODES CDpyPIGHT & POPB3-MERRIH CO SYNOPSIS. Pedro anil the dunning tmnr, Mr. Jones. f ii i.vent K tramp fniin Htimllns a yuunK iiily'n pui'HH. IVdru'n ambition to hecoiiiu a mlnt.tr spurs him to quit Old Nlta and tin. Htrolllng bear dancers. I'edro, Old NIIk und thti hear tralnnm start (or New York. MIhb Iris VancJritil quarrels with her artlHl lover. Hum Hill, and tlicy part. Him dixwivera in her father's desk a por trait, which ahe rw-QKnlwa as that of I'm lio, who reauiie.l her from the purn Himleher. Kill meet I'adro and Mr. Jones In WuNhliiKlon nunr. Hill dlscov era talent In 1'edro's drawings and In a mad di'Hiro to lone himself, fives "1 studio and all In It to I'edro In rxehariKe for Mr. Junes, i'edro o::uplrs Hill's stu dio ami fills on Ilx, the seulptor, with a letter from Hill, llgh, callfiiir In ru turn. In the alley humps Into two men. mm of whom Is Keglnalil Vanderpool, Iris' lalher. In iIIhxijIrh. Vanderpool's compan ion K'ien Into Hie Imminent of Hill's studio and tulks with Hlcardo, or Howe, the bamn!tit tenunt. of a conspiracy ng-ulnit a fnrolKii Kovernnitiitt. Vanderpool, over whom Itowe has a secret hold. Is Imull- iiled. Ki'tiorri UsuSNa und her child, snp piwedly dead In an uprising, Howe knows to In- uhve. Bunuru Duiihmh Is driven by Itlrardo to a resort where the conspira tors meet her and profits loyalty. Ham Hill aeea ltowa unexpectedly attacked hy (lid Nlln, and rescues her. Pedro takes Itinchxon with Iris In her home, nieetlim Vanderpool, who Is dlsturlwd ly I'edro' pieeeiicii. Iris tells I'edro her suspicion that her father Is twlnic blackmailed and imiIUIm his help. Iris pimes for I'edro. J'eilru sees Itowe with Vajnlcrpool and )eeplni throtiKh Howe's hasement Win dow Is SHtonlnliud at sllit of a woman wIiohh face, feature fur feature. Is like Ills own. Hill hears from the bear dan cers that I'edro Is a VenexuoUn. Hill and Mr. Jones wander about, and stumble upon Itowe, loading a steamer with con traband of war. Hill Is seised as a spy. Vanderpnnl, asphult king, appears as "Hi-imr Chief." CHAPTER XII. A Compromise. The day on which Iris came to Pedro's studio for her second pone was not that which had been appointed, but one nearly a week later. During the Intervening porlod the jouns painter bad remained locked In the slmllo as long an daylight lasted, emerging only at night, In company with Leigh. Pedro hud given her no explanation for putting her off, simply sending word that he could not have her at present, but would get aorne work done on the background of the por trait. IrlH had telephoned several futile In vltutlons, and at last, catching Pedro on the wire, had arranged for a sit ting. At the hour appointed, she mounted the stairs slowly, with fast beating heart, starting and trembling at every sound within the ancient building. ' ' Sho reached the door unchallenged, and rapped upon It. "Ludy! Most gracious Madonna!" he cried In greeting, "See, here Is the blue roho quick, quick! I am all im patience to begin. Do you know the Rood tidings? Of the rldlculouely au dacious thing I am going to do? Ex hibit my pictures! Yes, me. Pedrol Ma! ha! I am not unknown, It seems! Head the newspapers. I am Podro, the great Spanish artist! I do not know how to palut, but It matters not; they will Hay 'an Impressionist Matisse outdone!" Ah! ha! your portrait will bu the chlof gem of the display. In two weeks comes the exhibition, so I must finiHh It Boon, soon!" During the first part of the pose, he, contrary to his usual habit, talked rap idly. "It will be a lovely exhibition!" said ho. "there will be Leigh's stuff- beau tiful marbles, rich in form, and with Mich t;xtures and high light. You know! And the vlrglnul white bas-reliefs the Joyous one of the ladies dancing. And around the walls, be tween these things will hang many gorgeous paintings by that great Span ish painter myself." Iris could not but laugh with him. "And of all these One pictures," he continued, "the most lovely will be a Madonna with hair that ie red-gold, like Joy!" Then there was silence and he woiked fiercoly, cruelly, for, as usual, ho forgot the rests, and It grew lato before rlther spoke. At last, exhausted by the long pose, by hU Indifference, by her own emo tions, she could bear It no longer, but holding out her anus toward him, she swayed slightly, and said his name In a broken volte. "Pedro!" Then he saw how white and drawn her fuce had become, and with a little cry he dropped his palette and sprang to her side. "Madonna!" he said, "forgive me! Come down! So! Let nie help you. Liu here upon this couch. Oh, I am cruel and thoughtless!" Whimpering a little, she clung to his arm, burying her face In the crotch of hiH elbow, fondling his hand. "Pedro, Pedro, I am so tired!" she an id over and over again. "I know! A little sherry!" he ex claimed. "A bite of luncheon! You will see now what a splendid house wife I can really be, at need. We will bitve a charming meal directly." lie poured wine Into an antique Venetian glass, and brought It to her, clasping both hor bands about the fragile thing aa one would clasp a child's untrained fingers around precious toy. 1 "Drink!" he commanded, "and lie quite, still with your lovely head among the caressing pillows. You are an eastern queen now, and I your humble serving slave. See! Like mugtc the feaBt shall appear!" Then he drew up a little round table before the hearth, stirred the dying etuhero with fresh wood, threw an Arabian cloth over the table and pro ceeded to lay the feast. She sat up and allowed him to feed her. The solitary fork gave them much cause for mirth, for she Insisted that they share It, and before the meal was finished they were playing like children. Pedro's moods were generally lrre lutible, and he was determined that she forget and forgive bis thoughtless ness. As he sat opposite, seeing her cameo-llke beauty, ho thought for the hundredth time that Hill had chosen well. Small wonder that the latter had been driven to despair by herl And she did she still care for the absent painter? She seldom spoke of him, and that argued well for Mill's cause. And what had parted these two? Some silly, silly quarrel, he again assured himself. How well matched they were, how admirably suited to each otherl But how about the girl's atti tude toward himself . . .? A subtle smile crept to the corners of his mouth at the thought, and he hastily took his eyes from ber face, looking Intently at the glowing cigarette between bis fin gers Instead. "What is the matter?" she asked. A Becond ago you were merry. Now you look quiet, wise dangerous? How you change!" "Dangerous! Far from It!" he ex claimed, pushing back bis chair, "that is, unless you call overwhelming curi osity dangerous. Personally I think It less dangerous than a lack of curi osity; to the Individual, at least." "And what makes you curious?" she asked. Then Pedro, who did not know how to lead gently up to auy subject, plunged In. "Were you engaged to Hill?" he asked abruptly. Without answering, she arose and walked away to the window, where she stood for several moments before re plying, her back turned. "Yes," she said at last. "And do you still care for him?" To her own Intense surprise she found that she could not reply at once. "I beg your pardon, Madonna," said Pedro eoftly. 'Oh, you don't understand!" she cried wildly, throwing out her hands. "I don't care, I bate oh! why did you ask me?" "I think I do understand," he said very distinctly, looking straight at ber. A wave of crimson flooded her cheeks. What did be mean? Unable to face him longer, she burled her face In her hands. -He came toward her and stood where be could have touched her. "Sam Hill Is a great soul," said he softly. "He le generous and good. He Is talented, he Is . . ." 'He Is nothing to me!" she gasped, looking up. "He Is my friend," finished Pedro firmly. She flung her arms wide, and turned to him with an appealing gesture, her face revealing an emotion she made no attempt to conceal, nor he to Ignore. "Pedrol" she began passionately, you will think me mad for saying It, but ah! I cannot help It you make me! Pedro, I love . . ." There was a crash ae bis liquor glass fell to the floor. "Hush!" said he. "What Is It?" she asked, for the mo ment startled Into normality. 'Nothing!" said he, "only you are not to finish your sentence. Never mind the glass, It was done intention ally. Let us talk of other things." "Hut, Pedro," she said hysterically, "I cannot! I am possessed! How can you be so cruel?" "Please, please!" he begged her. "Madonna, I am abject; I am In tor ture! Have pity!" "It Is akin to pity," she replied. Pedro walked to the hearth and stooped to mend tho flro. Then be straightened up and spoke. "Impossible!" he said quietly. "Ut terly impossible." And she, watching him intently, knew he had believed her, although he presented this denial. She felt, too, that her cause was nearly hopeless. "You do not care, then," she said in a low voice. "Madonna Lady," he said sadly, "I care for you a great deal, but not as Hill does; not as a man should, to be your lover. You, charm me' beyond words; you are lovely as a dream, and If I could love any woman, It would be you but you are not for me." "Why not?" she asked sharply, be tween her tortured breaths. "The reason Is beyond my power to alter," said Pedro. "Then," said she, "I suppose I had better go. Shall you wish to finish the picture?" "Iris!" he cried in a suddenly changed tone, "come here, listen! Of course I want to flnleh the picture; it Is going to be good I And what Is more, if you will be so gracious, with your permission we will finish it, and renew our friendship at the same time." "Friendship!" sold she, with a mirth' less little laugh. "Cornel" he cried, with an attempt at putting the incident behind them, "I must talk to you about something very Important You asked me to help you And out who was troubling your father." "Yes," she assented, without much Interest, however. "Well," be said slowly, "I am most distressingly placed, Madonna. I am almost certain that he Is being either blackmailed or misled In some man ner, and yet my hands are absolutely tied. I can do nothing." "What do you mean?" she demand' ed, aroused. "I seem fated to be a man of mys' tery," he lamented, "but I cannot help It! I have ascertained that a man of doubtful character 1b In communica tion with your fathor; that much I learned last week. Put at the instant of my discovery of this fact a cir cumstance arose that makes it Inipos slblo for me to continue as your de tective. More than this I cannot say. Dut you will have to find some one else to help you." Iris was turning the matter over In ber mind very rapidly. Did Pedro really not care for her? Hardly! Wby he said such things , , , He had followed ber from the country! Had he not begged to paint her, and paid her such compliments as no one yet had done? That night at the Milll gans' came back with a rush of mem ory. Abt he had surely cared thenl What had since occurred to change him? Samuel Hill! That was It! He had learned of her former attachment, and meant at all costs to be loyal to the man who had befriended blm. Something must be done to make him see, quite clearly and unmistakably, that his sacrifice to Hill's trust of him was a vain and useless thing. But how was this to be accomplished? Mean while, Pedro was still talking. "I say with regret that I have every reason to believe that your father le being defrauded In some way. The character of the man with whom I saw him, Is sufficient to justify this. Also, alas! this same man now appears to be standing In such a connection with me as makes It Impossible for me to Inform any ordinary person of the facts. I might. Injure an Innocent undoubtedly Innocent person by so doing, to say nothing of perhaps let ting out a secret which your father's actions prove he wishes kept dark. For a whole week I have been trying to see my way clear, and at last I know that It lies only in refusing to help you." 'And yet," said Iris slowly, rising and putting on her wraps, "I would re ward the right person to the best of my ability, If only the work of help ing, perhaps saving, my father could be continued." He gave her the muff for which she stretched out her hand. 'I wish Indeed that I could help you," said se. "I know the danger of confl ling so delicate a matter to any one. But, perhaps, for a reward what would It be, this reward?" For an Instant the audacity of what she was about to say rose like an im pediment in her throat, holding her silent, while her heart beat violently. Then, at last, she found her voice. "I would marry him, no matter though be thought there were insur mountable objections," she said with meaning. He stood astounded, scarcely able to credit his hearing, and could only look and look at her, open-mouthed. Then a gleam of light swept across bis face as though he were suddenly possessed of a glorious Idea. "Iris!" he gasped, "will you will you put that down on paper? Make an what you call It affidavit?" "Affidavit? yes!" she replied. "Then do so!" he cried, pushing pen and paper toward her. "Do you really want It?" she asked, looking straight Into his eyes. "You bet!" he shouted Joyously. She laid down her muff, and draw ing off her glove, she wrote: I hereby promise to marry you on the day you can tell me my father Is not be In subjected to danKer, or has been res cued from that. If any, which now Im perils him. And I furthermore agree to overcome any debatable objections you may have to the marriage. 11113 VA.UhlU'UUU 'There!" she said, laughing a trifle hysterically, when she bad finished, "will that do?" "Splendidly!" said Pedro, and thrust ing the folded paper into his breast pocket, seized her hand and kissed it with the grace of a courtier. Iris blushed, watching him with ten der eyes. Then she submitted to be ing led downstairs and shut into ber "There," 8he Said, "Will That Do?" coupe. No Booner was this accom plished than Pedro fled across the little court and up to the studio as If all the devils In the demonology were after him, and slamming the door be hind him, he proceeded to dance the coquette at a mad pace, upsetting sev eral articles of furniture In the proc ess. , "And now to And Mr. Samuel Hill!" he shouted gleefully, waving the paper above his head. "Ah! Meestre Samhlll," was echoed In a wall from outside the door. "Where, oh! where Is he?" CHAPTER XIII. Some Adventures With Variations. Pedro stared at the door as If trans fixed, and then, the wall being repeat ed, he opened his portal. On the land ing stood Qunevlere. "Madre de Dlos!" he exclaimed, "whnt alls thee? Come In." "Oh! 'tis terrible!" moaned Gune- vlere, "thai Anna! that Irresponsible one! We left her In charge, and when she awoke Nlta bad vanished. . And every one was away. And now Sam' hill, be, too, is gonel Oh! Merciful Mother!" "Sit down and be calm!" cried Pe dro. "Tell me all. What has hap pened?" "Lucky It Is that Samhlll left the address!" exclaimed Qunivlere. "And lucky, too, that I could And thee. Now, all will be well!" "Thanks, ohl smooth tongue, for thy faith in me," replied Pedro. "But what bas happened? Tell me, quickly!" "Yesterday we left her with Anna," began Qunevlere, and told of Nlta's Illness and strange disappearance. "How very queer!" he commented, when she had Anlshed. "How unlike Nlta! And Hill? What has be done?" "He has not come home!" "But there Is nothing strange in that!" objected Pedro. "Does be not often stay away all night, eh?" "But the bear came home!" walled Gunevlere. "Mr, Jones! Alone! Impossible!" "A pollceman-of-the-Iaw brought him," explained Gunevlere, "saying that be found the bear near the river. The name was on the collar, and the number, tu savls!" "Saint Joseph! but that does look serious!" Pedro exclaimed. "Quick!. Is there nothing more?" "Only that the pollceman-of-the-law made much noise when he found that four bears dwelt within the tenement. He says we must move out. Four bears are not permitted. One bear perhaps, If much money be paid. But four! No, that is not allowed!" "And what have you done?" "We have, arranged to go into the back tenement," said Gunevlere, evi dently convinced that the change would solve the difficulty. "But, Hill! Something must have happened to blm? And the bear left him!" said Pedro, walking up and down excitedly. "He may have been hurt I Near the river, eh? Good heavens! I scarcely dare guess what bas occurred!" "The hospitals?" suggested Gune vlere with some faint return of ber usual practicality. "Ah! yes," he exclaimed, "I shall telephone them at once, and then I shall go to Jones street with you. As for Nlta, we shall have to And her without help; she has made me ewear never to Invoke public aid in ber behalf, you know." "Yes, yes!" said Guuevlore, "you will come, then?" "Directly!" be cried. "No time must be lost." But as It proved, time mattered little, for the hospitals told nothing, and neither did that grim lost and found office, the morgue. For two whole days Pedro alternated between his studio and the rear tenement on Jones street, his mind In an agony of uncertainty, lis could not work for nervousness, and the combined sus pense and Inaction played havoc with his spirit. Leigh had been called out of town to see his mother, who was 111, and there was no one else to whom Pedro dared go for advice and help. Hill himself had forbidden that his af fairs be made known to anyone but the sculptor, or Pedro might have asked Milligun's assistance. As It was, he could only fume Impatiently, and eat his heart out with worry. At last, no longer able to endure doing noth ing, he called a council of war In the tenement kitchen. To tho assembled bear-dancers, with exception only of the still mysteriously absent Nlta, he arose and spoke. "I am going to And Sam Hill, If be Is on tho face of the earth!" he an nounced. "I am convinced that some misfortune Iibb befallen him. In half an hour I am going to take Mr. Jones with me, and I am not coming back till we have succeeded in discovering the whereabouts of my friend." "Blent And I," said Beau-Jean, from his seat on the foot of the bed. "I will go with you to And that Sam hlll, who is my friend, aussl." "Very good!" said Pedro, "all is ar ranged. Come, Strong Arm, we will go." On the Instant they began collecting the few traps necessary for a short absence, and while they were in the midst of these preparations, the door was thrown opon to admit an old woman. "Nlta!" yelled Pedro, springing toward her. Instantly the room was In an up roar, all talking at once, laughing and weeping, shouting questions, making offers of help, proffering food and drink, crowding around the crone with such clamor and persistence that Pe dro could scarcely manage to get hor to a chair. Then she sat beaming upon them all, apparently In tho best of health and delighted at the wel come afforded her. Her clothes were, It possible-, a trifle more worn and soiled than ubuhJ, but, otherwise, she seemed to linvo suffered no harm. "Where hast thou been? What hast thou done? Where is Samhlll? Art well? Tell us!" they shouted all at once. "Aye, I am well, lucky for me!" said Nlta, with twinkling eyes, "for I have been a bird in my day, and I am in no haste to meet what awaits me in the hereafter." "Beloved Nlta!" exclaimed Tedro, kneeling beside her, "how I rejoice that thou art safe! But whore Is Mr. Hill?" "Samhlll?" she queried. "I have not seen him, nor thought of him! I have been abroad on other business. What of Samhlll?" "Don't you know?" cried Anna. And then the clamor began anew. Not know where Samhlll was? W'here could be be, then? Did she not even know of his disappearance? Whut had she been doing? For answer, she took Pedro's face between her old hands that wero like withered leaves. "Dost thou know who Is in tho city?" she asked. "Thlno enemy and mine, Iilcardo! He struck me, and I was senseless. But when mine oyes opened, I arose and went in search of him. I took the long, slender machete with the handle of pearl, but I found him not. There was a woman with blm ..." "Yes," said Pedro, "my mother." "Then thou, too, hast seen him! Where?" she asked eagerly. "And with thy mother? Surely you are mad?" "Not mad, only bewildered and frightened," he answered. "I know where they are, but not for what pur- posel I shall tell thee all that I have seen, but not now. Can't you hear the others saying that my benefactor has vanished? Before anything else we must And and help him, If need be." "Where are Iilcardo and thy mother?" asked Nlta, her eyes fixed upon I'e dro's, and her hand closod tightly upon some object that was hidden among tbe bundled shawls and scarfs about her waist. Pedro's eye followed the movement. "It Is very far from here, oh, ancient lady," he lied gliWy, "and I shall not tell you where until I return. Then we shall attend to your little matter, and I shall see why and how my mother comes In such company. My mother!" be turned away and sighed. "I had forgotten how I loved herl" he said as though to himself. Then he picked up the pole and chain, and sig naled to Beau-Jean that be was ready. Nlta arose to her feet. "Whore Is the murderer, the se ducer of my daughter?" she screamed. "Where la Itlcardo?" "At the other end of the city," said Pedro. "Come quickly, Beau-Jean." And with that they were off, leaving Nlta screeching Imprecations at them from the stair-bead, in the most healthy manner. As they reached the street Beau-Jean asked: "What Is all this murder business of which Nlta talks? Couldn't we man age to avenge ber, when we have found Samhlll?" "Perhaps," said Pedr6 soberly, "for this man, Rlcardo Valdez, Is a very wicked man. He used to live near "Where le Rlcardo and Thy Mother?" my home. Nlta was my nurse, once, and her daughter was my foster-sister. When she was only fifteen Rlcardo stole her away. Then he deserted her, and when she came back to us she killed herself and her baby. Ever since Nlta has been looking for him, to avenge her child. But she Is so old now, that I think we had best not let her do it. I am sure. she would really prefer dying with us, to dying In Jail!" "I agree," said Beau-Jean. "And now which way shall we turn?" said Pedro. "As the bear came from the river, let us to tbe river go," suggested Beau-Jean. "A good notion," said Pedro, "and as likely to prove fruitful as any." "More likely up-town than down, from here," said Ileau-Jenn, and again Pedro assented. And so, In accordance with the plan, If plan It could be properly called, they made their way westward, straight toward the docks, and, once reaching them, began a pilgrimago up town. Mr. Jones now begun acting In a most peculiar manner. Something on the sidewalk had attracted bis atten tion, and nothing could divert him until he had made a thorough inspec tion. To Beau-Jean and to Pedro there appeared to be nothing on the pavement but a good deal of dirt and refuse; but one particular sjiot seemed to have fascinated Mr. Jones, and there was nothing for It but to stand waiting while he nosed about "Shall I chasten him?" asked Beau- Jean, who was accustomed to using this method with Koko. "No, certainly not," said Pedro, "I believe he's been here before. Per haps he recognizes. something. Let us watch!" Pedro's surmise was an eminently correct one, for Mr. Jones had recog nizedhoney! Very shortly he raised his head, found the scent, and came upon a second spot of Interest. How delightful! this was tho neighbor hood In which he had found that nice hive whnro there wero no bees to sting, and where the honey was so plentiful! He really had not taken half of It lust time! And here were his own tiotstepe, his sticky, honey made footprints, which would help him to find the treasure again. Thus It happened that In time, they reached the doorway of the little dairy, which Mr, Jones recognized with a Joyful bound, and a sort of purr, whlck brought tbe dairyman (who had spied him through the window) to the en trance, with a shower of abuse ready at hand. "Get out of this, youse!" shouted the milk vender. "Don't you dast ter come in, any of youse! I aln't-a-goln'-ter sell yer nothln'. Get off, you smashln', murderln' bunch of dagoes! I'll set tbe cop on yer If yer don't. skldoo!" "Why?" asked Pedro, wildly excited. "But why won't yoji sell to us?" "Go on now I none o' yer back talk!" growled the man. "I sold to one dago feller with a bear last week, an' the brute eat up all me comb-honey! So get out; quit talkln'." "A man with a bear?" cried Pedro, scarcely able to believe his ears'. "I'll bet It's the one I want to find. That bear he had belongs to me." "Well, what do I care for that?" said the milk vender sourly. "Oct out, or will I call the cop?" "Which way did he go?" persisted I'edro "same way as we came?" A malicious smllo came upon tbe weazened feutures of the dairyman. Here was a chance to mislead and annoy a bear-dancer, and to do so was a wondrous source of satisfaction. "He went this way, bad luck to him!" he lied, pointing east, "If yer catch up with him, I bope the bear eats both of yer!" When they had been walking for about halt an hour Pedro laid his band upon tho arm of his companion. "Look, Beau-Jean!" said he. "Look, there, In the window of the little shop of women's finery! 8ee the girl with the red gold hulr? I am painting a picture of tho Holy Mother, and the hair Is of Just such a color!" "Indeed!" said Beau-Jean soberly. "It is a terrible color. Do you think that tho Holy Mother will be pleased?" "I had not thought of that!" replied Pedro. Then he added suddenly "Oh! see, the shop-lady knows Mr. Jones!" It was true. The red-haired girl had given very animated signs of rec ognizing the bear, and lifted her gaze to the persons In whoso company he appeared, with a smile on her lips, which cwlftly gave way to a look of disappointment as she met their eyes. "Walt!" said Pedro, halting before the door, "that lady has seen this bear before, or I am much mistaken! And what Is more, she expected to see some one she knew, when she looked at us! Come In, I want to buy some thread." Whereupon he opened the door, and, with the bear, entered the crowdod little shop, leaving Beau-Jean gasping out on the pavement. Behind the counter stood the smil ing Lola La Fargo, alias Lizzy lllnkle. "What cau I do for you?" she asked, laying aside tho bit of knitting upon which she had been engaged. "Thread, please!" Bald Pedro, flash ing his smllo at her. "What color?" she Inquired, admir ing his eyes and teeth. "Kr ah green, please!" said Pe dro, because her eyes were rather of that color, and consequently it came first to mind: "Green, and a needle, please." "A needle!" she exclaimed, "you mean a package of needles!" "I only need one nt a time," he told hor. Would she speak of the bear? Ah! sho was going to! "Seems as if training bears and sew ing didn't go together very good," she giggled. "There was a gent In here not long ago, who didn't know much more'n you! He hnd a bear, too!" "Yes?" nld Pedro. "Yes, Indeed," she responded, busily getting out the articles he had named. "I do declare to goodness, I thought this was the very Identical bear, when I seen you coming!" "It Is the Identical bear," remarked Pedro. "What!" said she, with a little shriek of surprise "well, I never! How Is the other fellow? Ain't he got the bear with him then?" "No, I've got him!" sold Pedro dryly. "You don't say!" exclaimed the girl, peering over the counter, as though seeing tho animal for the first time. "And bo you know my pal, eh?" said Pedro. "Now that Is nice!" He smiled again, and, as was usu ally the cuse, hypnotized her Into in stant response. Encouraged by his Interest, and by the fact of their mu tual friend, sho drew a postal card, not from tho bosom of her p'nk shirt waistfrom her pocketbook. "Well, I certainly do know him!" said she. "I had this postal from him only three days ago!" (TO BE CONTINUED.) SYSTEM SAVES WOMAN'S TIME Many Farm Wives Lose by Not Map ping Their Work Out In Me thodical Manner. A program is a great labor saver, we are told, but some women uso a program as a robin does a pole something to fly from. They never know what Is to bo done next, says a writer In Country Gentleman. A regu lar order, wherein the work 1b dove tailed, makes for real efficiency While the woman who does her work hit or miss Is In the throes of Inde cision as to what shall be done next, the really methodical woman has her work all mapped out a week ahead. She moves swiftly and surely from one tank to the noxt with no loBt time. The amount of work she turns off is a mar vel to the other woman. A good homcmaker plans her work and works her plan. She Is envied by less executive women, but she must pay the price in careful thought and In an Inflexible will that holds her to the prescribed procedure. A weaker wom an makos a good plan, but circum stances are forever altering It. She never drives her work, but her work drives her continually. It worries her; it becomes a nightmare. Because she Is always putting things off she Is always behind time, and therefore what she does do Is done under pres sure and In a hurried way that Is al ways wasteful. Take Rest In Time. Rest Is mental. When the mind wearies the body relaxes. Drudgery Is mental monotony. Tbe climate of tho mind loses its distinct seasons when drudgery steals away vivacity and variety. Idleness Is not rest, but rust. A change of air refreshes the whole man. What most people need for a vacation Is a new duty, not a new cllmato. It you would rid yourself of an old trouble and escape from a gall ing condition, take up a new task. In action leads to atrophy. Rust does as much harm as friction. There Is no reward for the Idler whether he be rich or poor. The lazy man is seldom ab optimist. To Raise Mint. To those who are fond of mint, this may be a helpful suggestion. Place good sized sprays of mint In a Jar of water and you will And that you have a Ane mint bed. If the Jar la kept well flllod with water the mint will grow as well aa tjhough planted in a window box. RUCK ISLAND UNDER F nam uau raies rtcuP.IVCrsi Proceedings. LOSS OF MILLIONS ALLEG Conyneree Commission Heart Of D J In Bonds and Stocks DlrtctoJ May Be Sued If Receiver Is Appointed. Xiao V...U TV.n c,. nun out!; Hurra Court Issued an order Uiroctioe Chicago, Rock Island and 1'aciJc i road Company to show cause i receiver should not be appoint;! take charge of properties not i'i, pledged and to Institute action L 1 cover from the railroads' dlrector-l amount of damages alleged t0 i been caused the railroad and luc ors. L'l. I.U . J 1 undor tbe order prayed for la the wlilcn was brought by Horace I Brand, the receiver would not on!; empowered to sue directors, butt J be specifically Instructed by th f so to do. Tho receiver, In add. would be directed to search out i hold any other aRBets of the rai:. company than those pledwd t Central Trust Company an trustee. I also he would be directed to anM the Federal District Court for jr slon to Intervene in foreclosure i ; recently Instituted by th t; TrUKt Company. No amount of damages Is nami-1 Mr. Brand's petition oh the amount which the receiver would be dire i to sue. The complaint sets forth that ill cept a few shares of the H5.0iJ authorized capital stock of thedelJ ant company was transferred to New Jersey company, which sate defendant company ffiO.OW.OOO ferred and $90,000,000 common o:l own stock. The bulk of thU, Iti l leged, was paid over to the lUiJ Company as the balance of the ; chase price of stock purchased l-J It by the defendant. The directors named are cha-f with diverting the earning of the nols company to the payment of J dends upon these shares of stock. I benefits of the dividends being celved by themselves and other I shareholders of the New Jersey pany and as directors of the deleoJ company. As a result of such i: slon, the plaintiff says, tho defen : company could not meet the sec J nunl Interest payment of l.Oil Its bonds which fell due last May TRIED TO BURN BABY, CHARC i West Viralnia Mother Arrested M Point Pleasant Point Pleasant, W. Va.-Cbi with setting fire to her own non- an effort to burn her 1 1 day old 1 1 Mrs. Mary Lanier, of Apple Cm near here, was arrested. It Mrs. Lanier nnd her husband hade,! reled and that sho tried to niunfc baby "for spite." The lire start!! the room where the baby lay I'I cradle. Men at work on the ! found the cradle in flumcx, bill ul the child. FOOTBALL KICK IS FATAL Fordham Boy Dies In Jersey CityFi Accident In Game. New York. Inquiries receM football game last Monday ni death of Charles C. Hay. IS yearn Hays was rlnht tackle on the Fori Prep football team and reel"1 kick In the stomach during H Played nt InteniatloiNil Leatuerj Jersey City, against St. Fetor's 1 leco. Dm. DtifTv. IlitsklllS Mil M operated on the Injured bey Francis' Hospital, in Jersey iJ. were unable to save lilm. FREE GIFT TRANSIT. I. C. C. Says Hauling PreM" Optional With Railro'"- WashinEton. D. O. C'liri? ftii I a - i I T.'iim!l( run W 1 in wiir urjiijtuia in i'"r- ,. j rlcd free of charse by the ""v j from the interior to irl)0kl) for shipment abroad, the '' J Commerce Commission ru ii,i unit the use . lllllllllOOlUll Olim roads for charitable Vf" optional with the railroads. TURKEY TO DEMOBILIZE- Rome Dispatch Say Kaiser HTol"j Lack Of Money- Itome.-Tho Turkish Gol has notified the German ICNEO- In Ad"1 .i .i.nize it ...... ..r ,neV. ! account oi iacK ui - . f mill It' " 1 patch to tno -iriDum-. . correspondent at Constant ANTI-TRUST BILL SI ...j... -r-i... i 9i Step iration Dig Washington, D. C.-W , tl . uimiMi the Clay to" ,lJ thus takliiK the last step -J n-.n'o nres' " ' .. I the AaminiBuni'""" hlljofK i of lecislatlon affectinc -rTT m BORDER SITUATE" r.....&Tfi Hatfield Says No At NJ'0, "T" M!0"' Washington, v. y- ;..dgffl';1 ,i nco. Arte., tolosro'- ,-i v,ot finTpriwr ,Wi at least 4,000 trooi " M r.n garrison, .! f- rod men from C' that a large force ot & was expected from vt tt.(1..M bsiW 110 l0IB P'i Hoops were neodud to the border towu.
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