THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS, McCONNELLSBURG, PA. a 15 11 3r GEORGE MR McCUTCHEON ILLUSTRATIONS a DOW. rtAD SYNOPSIS. 8 In tli New York homo of Jamea Hrood, oii, Fri'iliTlc, rnelva a wln-lesa from lilm. Fri-di-rlo trlla l.ydlu moml. lin flanc, Hint Hik nicsKuxe un ixmiiiea til father' inurrliiKH, mid ordVra Mm. iJtamnnd, tlm lmuH.k-fper R"'l l.ydia'a inuttitir, to pr-pur the hutiae fur ii inuiifillatH hoim'-t'iimliiK. Hrood mul lim biliie arrive. 8h wins l''ifiliu'a Hu tu m tiiBt Hii'i tliiK. KriNnl aliowa illllli" and M-lled liuHtillty to lux mm. l.ydln mul Mm. lirood nu-t In tin- jiKle-nmin. win ih l.ydla uurlta an Hrood' m"Titnry. .Mi. Krood I utartlcd ls tln upeiiruiu-e of Kaii.liili, Hrood'a Hindu HiMvmit. tihe nukra rlmiitira in tlx' houai-hold and Rulni lii-r liualmnd' coiiKi'iit to nd Mra. 1im iiioiul and l.ydlii away. Hli fnai-lnuli-a t'rt-ilrrtc She lutsttm to fear lianiuli In loa uncanny fippcui'iitirr and illnuppeiir nrra. and Knilirlr. n-mi-nilM-niiK Ida father's Kant Indian atorli mil II i in t" Uf In magic, feara unknown vll. Hun al ixTfonna fiiila of niaKiv for Iliiwi-a and ItlKKa. j-'rMlnr"a father, Ji-aloua, tin JuNtly oiuer hta Hon from the dinner talde a drunk, lirood tell the atorv of llan tah'a lire to Ida icuem. "Ila killed n wom an" who tta unfaithful to Ii I in. Yvonne lnvg with Krcderli'a infatuation for tier. Her husband warn her tliat tlie thin mnt not Ko on. Hhe tell hliu tliat he atlll lovea Ma dead wife, whom he drove from hta home. through her. Vvonne. Yvonne plnya with Hrood, Frederic and l.vdia a with ftKtirea on a Wo-km lioard. Ilrooil. niadly jealoii. tell l.ydln that r'rwlerle I not hi mill, and that he luia broiiKht him up to kill hi liaiiiilnew at the proper time with Ihla knowledge. Kred.-rio take l.ydln home through a heavy atnrni and fiienda the nlghl at tier tother'a houae. CHAPTER XII Continued. "She was Jealous. She admitted It, dear. If I don't mind, why should you Incur " "Do you really believe she she loves the governor enough to be as Jealous at all that?" he exclaimed, a curious gleam In his eyes an expres sion she did not like. "Of course I think so," she cried emphatically. "What a question! Have you any reason to suspect that she does not love your father?" "No certainly not," he said In Borne ron fusion. Then, after a moment: "Are you quite sure this headache of yours is real, Lyddy? Isn't it an ex cuse to stay away from from Yvonne, after what happened last night? Be aonest, dear." She was silent for a long time, weighing ber answer. Was it best to be bonest with him? "I confess that it has something to do with it," she admitted. Lydia could not be anything but truthful. "I thought so. It's It's a rotten shame, Lyddy. That's why I -want to talk to ber. I want to reason with her. It's all so perfectly silly, this misun derstanding. You've Just got to go on as you were before, Lyddy Just as if it hadn't happened. It " "I shall complete the work for your father, Freddy," she said quietly. "Two r three day more will see the end. After that, neither my services nor iy presence will be required over there." "You don't mean tu say" he began, mbelievtngly. "I can think of them Just as well ere as anywhere else. No; I sha'n't nnoy. Mrs. Brood, Freddy." It was on the tip of her tongue to say more, fcut she thoRght better of It. "They're going abroad soon," he ventured. "At least, that's father's lun. Yvonne Isn't so keen about It. She calls this being abroad, you know. Besides," he hurried on In his eager eess to excuse Yvonne, "she's tremen dously fond of you. No end of times he's said you were the finest " Her smile an odd one, such as he had ever seen on her lips before checked is eager speech. He bridled. "Of rourse, If you don't choose to believe ie, there's nothing more to be said. iShe meant It, however." "I am sure she said It, Freddy," she aastened to declare. "Will she be leased with our our marriage?" It required a great deal of courage on aer part to utter these words, but she was determined to bring the true situ ation home to him. He did not even hesitate, and there was conviction in his voice as he re plied. "It doesn't matter whether she's pleased or displeased. We're pleasing urselves, are we not? There's no one else to consider, dear." Her eyes were full upon his, and there was wonder in them. "Thank you thank you, Freddy," she cried. I I knew you'd " The sentence remained unfinished. "Has there ever beer a doubt In your mind?" he asked, uneasily, after moment. He knew there had been nisglvings and he was ready, in his self-abasement, to resent them If given the slightest opening. Guilt nade hla arrogant. "No," s'ao answered Blmply. The answer was not what he ex pected. He flushed painfully'. "I I thought perhaps you'd you'd go, a notion In your head that" He, too, stopped for want of the right words to express himself without com- sitting the egregious error of letting er see that It bad been in bis thoughts to accuse her of Jealousy. She waited for a moment "That I light have got the notion In my head you did not love me any longer? Is that what you started to say?" "Yes," he confessed, averting bis yes. "I've been unhappy at times, Freddy, but that Is all," she said, steadily. "You see, I know how honest you EARLY RIVAL OF NEW YORK Eastern Metropolis of the United States Might Have Been In Staten Island. We are reminded that New York fame mighty near being on Staten Is land by the announcement that the famous Cubherly cottage, with all Its furnishings, has been donated to the publlo by Its owner, Dr. Nathaniel Britton. The structure Is one of th flaest examples of the so-called white WALTERS really are. I know it far better than you know It yourself." He stared. "I wonder Just how hon est I am," he muttered. "I wonder what would happen If But nothing can happen. Nothing ever will hap pen. Thank you, 'old girl, for saying what you said Just now. It's It's bully of you." He got up and began pacing the floor. She leaned back in her chair, deliberately giving him time to straighten out Ills thoughts fur him self. Wiser than she knew herself to be, she held back the warm, loving words of encouragement, of gratitude, of belief. But she was not prepared for the im petuous appeal that followed. He threw himself down beside her and grasped her hands In his. His face seemed suddenly old and haggard, his eyes burned like coals of fire. Then, for the first time, she hud an inkling of the great struggle that had been going on inside of him for weeks and weeks. "Listen, Lyddy," he began, nervous ly, "will you marry me tomorrow? Are you willing to take the chance that I'll be able to support you, to earn enough " "Why. Freddy!" she cried, half start ing up from the couch. She was dum founded. "Will you? Will you? I mean It," he went on, almost arrogantly. He was very much In earnest, but alas, the (ire, the passion of the Im portunate lover was missing. She shrank bacV into the corner of the couch, staring at him with puzzled eyes. Comprehension was Blow In ar riving. As he hurried on with his plea she began to see clearly; her sound, level brain grasped the insig nificance of this sudden decision on his part. "There's no use waiting, dear. I'll never be more capable of earning a living than I am right now. I can go into the office with Brooks any day and I I think I can make good. God knows I can try hard enough. Brooks says he's got a place there for me in the bond department. It won't be much at first, but I can work into a pretty good what's the matter? Don't you think I can do It? Huve you no faith in me? Are you afraid to take a chance?" She had smiled sadly it seemed to him reprovingly. His cheek flushed. "What has put all this into your head, Freddy, dear?" the asked shrewdly. Mis eyes wavered. "I can't go on living as I have been for the past few months. I've Just got to end it, Lyddy. You don't understand you can't, and "Will You Marry Me Tomorrow?" there isn't any use iu trying to explain tht "I think I do understand, dear," she said, quietly, laying her hand on his "I understand so completely that there Isn't any use in your trying to explain But don't you think you are a bit cow ardly?" "Cowardly?" he gasped, and then the blood rushed to bis face. "Is it quite fair to me or to your self?" He was silent. She waited for a moment and then went on reso lutely. "I know Just what it is that you are afraid of, Freddy. I shall marry you, of course. I love you more than anything else in all the world But are you quite fair in asking me to marry you while you are still afraid dear?" "Before God, I love no one else but you," he cried, earnestly. "I know what it Is you are thinking and I I don't blame you. But I want you now- good God, you don't know how much I need you now. I want to begin a new life with you. I want to feel that you are with me Just you strong and brave and enduring. I am adrift I need you." "If you Insist, I will marry you to- "colonial" architecture extant, and It Is In an excellent state of preserva tion. It has been iatlsfactorily de termined that it was built not later than 1680, and most of Its furn'shlngs antedate that year. It was In all probability a finer rural residence at the time of its completion than any on Manhattan Island. Now It stands at the Intersection of New Dorp lane and Cedar Grove avenue. At the time when the builders put on the last coat of paint and told the Cubber lyi to move in It was surrounded by y morrow, but you cannot you will not usk It of me, will you?" "But you know I love you," lie cried. 'There Isn't any doubt in your mind, Lyddy. There is no one else, I tell you." "I think I am Just beginning to un derstand men," she remarked enig matically. He looked up sharply, "And to won der why they call women the weaker sex. eh?" Yes," she said so seriously that the wry smile died on hla lips. "I don t believe there are many women who would ask a man to be sorry for tbem. That's really what all this amounts to, Isn't it, Freddy?" By Jove!" he exclaimed, wonder- lugly. "You are a strong, self-willed, chiv alrous man, and yet you think nothing of asking a woman to protect you against yourself. You are afraid to stand alone. Walt. Five minutes yes, one minute before you asked It of me, Freddy dear, you were floun dering in the darkness, uncertain which way to turn. You were afraid of the things you could not see. You looked for some place in which to hide. The flash of light revealed a haven of refuge. So you asked me to to marry you tomorrow." All through this In dictment she had held his hand clasped tightly In both of hers. He was looking at her with a frank ac knowledgement growing In his eyes. "Are you ashamed of me, Lyddy?' he asked. It was confession. "No," Bhe said, meeting his gaze steadily. "I am a little disapioiiited, that's all. It Is you who are ashamed." "I am," said he, simply. "It wasn't fail." "Love will endure, I am content to wait," she said, with a wistful smile. "You will be my wife no matter what happens? You wou't let this make any difference?" "You are not angry with me?" "Angry? Why should I be angry with you, Lyddy? For shaking some sense Into me? For seeing tnrougn me with that wonderful, far-sighted brain of yours? Why, I could go down on my knees to you. I could" He clasped her In bis arms and held her close. "You dear, dear Lyddy!" Neither spoke for many minutes. It was she who broke the silence. "You must promise one thing, Fred eric. For my sake, avoid a quarrel with your father. I could not bear that. You will promise, dear? You must." His Jaw was set. "I don't Intend to quarrel with him, but If I am to re main in his house there has got to "Promise me you will wait. He is going away In a couple of weeks. When he returns later on next fall" "Oh, if It really distresses you, Lyddy, 1 11 " "It does distress me. I want your promise." I'll do my part," he said, resigned ly. "And next fall will see us mar ried, so" The telephone hell In the hall was ringing. Frederic released Lydla's hand and sat up rather stiffly, as one who suddenly suspects that he Is be ing spied upon. The significance of the movement did not escape Lydia She laughed mirthlessly. 'I will see who It is," she said, and arose. Two red spots appeared in his cheeks. Then it was that she realized he had been waiting all along for the bell to ring; be bad been expecting a summons. "If It's for me, please say er say I'll" he began, somewhat disjoint ed!)', but she interrupted him. 'Will you stay here for luncheon. Frederic? And this afternoon we will go to Oh, Is there a concert or a recital" "Yes, I'll stay if you'll let me," he said, wistfully. "Weil find some thing to do." She went to the telephone. lie heard the polite greetings, the polite assurances that she had not taken cold, two or three laughing rejoinders to what must have been amusing com ments on the storm and its effect on timid creatures, and then: "Yes, Mrs. Brood. I will call him to the "phone." CHAPTER XIII. Two Women. Frederic had the feeling that he slunk to the telephone. The girl handed the receiver to him and he met her confident, untroubled gaze for a second. Instead of returning to the sitting-room where she could have heard everything that he said, she went into her own room down the hall and closed the door. He was not con scious of any intention to temporize. but it was significant that he did not speak until the door closed behind ber. Afterwards be realized and was ashamed. Almost the first words that Yvonne uttered were of a nature to puzzle and Irritate him, although they bore directly upon his own previously formed resolution. Her voice, husky and low, seemed strangely plaintive and lifeless to him. "Have you and Lydia made any plans for the afternoon?" she Inquired. He made baste to declare their Inten tion to attend a concert. "I am glad you are going to do that," she went on. "You will stay for luncheon with Lydia?" "Yes. She's trying to pick up that thing of Feverelll's the one we heard last night." There was silence at the other end of the wire. "Are you there?" "Yes." "I will be home for dinner, of course You you don't need me for anything, do you?" tributary acres constituting a splen did estate, and the Dutch arlstrocats of New Amsterdam, across the upper bay, followed .be example of the orig inal Cubberly promptly In establish Ins themselves upon the salubrious and picturesque hills of Staten Island. The Cubberly cottage was but the pioneer among many. In fact, as his torical records show, the new settle ment on Staten Island grew so rap Idly at that time that some people thought It might outgrow New Am sterdam. The Cubberly cottage came "No," alio said. Then, with a low laugh: "You may be excused for the day, my son. Your father and I have been discussing the trip abroad." "I thought you you were opposed to going." "I've changed my mind. As a mat ter of fact, I've changed my heart." "You speak In riddles." She ' was silent for a long time. "Frederic, I want you to do something for me. Will you try to convince Lydia that I meant no offense last night when I" "She understands all that perfectly, Yvonne." "No, she doesn't. A woman wouldn't understand." "In what way?" There was a pause. "No woman likes to be regarded as a fool," she said at last, apparently after careful reflection. "Oh, yes; there Is some- "You and I?" He Asked, After a Mo ment. thing else. We are dining out this evening." "You and I?" be asked after a mo ment. "Certainly not. Your father and I. I was about to suggest that you dine with Lydia or better still, ask her over here to share your dinner with you." He was scowling. "Where are you going?". "Going? Oh, dining. I see. Well," slowly, deliberately, "we thought It would be great fun to dine alone at Delmonico's and see a play after ward." "What play are you going to see?" he cut in. She mentioned a Dclnsco production. "Well, I hope you enjoy It, Yvonne. By the way, how Is the governor today? In a good humor?" There was no response. He waited for a moment and then called out: 'Are you there?" 'Good by," came back over the wire. He started as if she hud given him a slap in the face. Her voice was -cold and forbidding. When Lydia rejoined him in the sit ting-room he was standing at the win dow, staring across the courtyard far below. Are you going?" she asked, steadily. He turned toward her, conscious of the telltale scowl that was passing from bis brow. It did not occur to him to resent her abrupt, uncompro mising question. As a matter of fact, it seemed quite natural that she should put the question In just tbat way, flatly. Incisively. He considered him self, In a way, to be on trial. "No, I'm not," he replied. "You did not expect me to forget, did you?" He was uncomfortable under her honest. Inquiring gaze. A sullen anger against himself took possession of him. Hp despised himself for the feeling of loneliness and homesickness that sud denly came over him. i thought" she began, and then her brow cleared. "I have been look ing up the recitals In the morning paper. The Bume orchestra you heard last night Is to appear again today at" "We will go there, Lydia," he inter rupted, and at once began to hum the gay little air that bad so completely charmed him. "Try It again, Lyddy. You'll get It In no time." After luncheon, like two happy chil dren they rushed off to the concert. and It was not until they were on their way home at five o'clock that his en thuslasm began to wane. She was quick to detect the change. He be came moody, preoccupied; bis part of the conversation was kept up with an effort that lacked all the spontaneity of his earlier and more engaging flights. Lydia went far back In ber calcula Hons and attributed his mood to the promise she had exacted in regard to his attitude toward his father. . It oc curred to her that he was smarting under the restraint that his promise Involved. She realized now, more than ever before, tbat there could be no delay, no faltering on her part. She would have to see James Brood at once. She would have to go down on her knees to him. "I feel rather guilty, Freddy," she said, as they approached the house. "Mr. Brood will think It strange that I should plead a headache and yet run off to a concert and enjoy myself when he Is so eager to finish the Journal especially as he is to sail so soon. I ought to see him don't you think so? Perhaps there Is something I can do tonight that will make up for the lost time." She was plainly nerv ous. "He'd work you to death If he thought it would 'serve his purpose," said Frederic, gloomily, and back of that sentence lay the thought tbat Into the possession of the Brlttons In the year 1G9G, when it was deeded to Nathaniel Britton, an ancestor of the owner who has given it to the public as a historical relic. The cottage, with all its contents, will be kept open to the public under the charge of fie Staten Island Association of Arts and Science. Run Away From "Nerves." No one can help feeling nervous at times In this age of rush and racket, but It la quite possible to put on the made It absolutely Imperative for her (o act without delay. "I will go In for a few minutes," she said, at the foot of the steps. "Are you not coming, too?" He had stopped. "Not Just now, Lyddy. I think I'll run up to Tom's flat and smoke a pipe with him. Tbanks, old girl, for the happy day we've had. You don't mind If I leave you here?" Her heart gave a great throb of relief. It was best to have him out of the way for the time being. "Well so long," he said, diffidently. "So long, Lyddy." "So long," she repeated, dropping into hla manner of speech without thinking. There was a smothering sensation in his breast. He looked back aa he strode off In the direction from which they had come. She was at the top of the steps, her fingers on the electric button. He wondered why her face was bo white. He had always thought of It as being full of color, rich,, soft and warm. Inside the door, Lydia experienced a strange sinking of the heart. "I" Mr. Brood at" Bhe began, nervously. A vcace at the top of the stairway In terrupted the question she was putting to the footmun. "Is It you, Lydia? Come up to my room. The girl looked up and saw Mrs. Brood leaning over the banister rail. She was holding her pink dressing gown closely about her throat, as if It had been hastily thrown about her shoulders. One bare arm was visible corn pletely so. "I came to see Mr. Brood. Is he "He Is busy. Cpme up to my room," repented Yvonne, somewhat Imperi ously. As Lydia mounted the stairs she had a fair glimpse of the other's face. Always pallid but or a healthy pal lor it was now almost ghastly. Per haps Is was the light from the window that caused it, Lydia was not sure, but a queer, greenish hue overspread the lovely, smiling face. The lips were red, very red redder than she had ever seen them. The girl suddenly re called the face she had once seen of a woman who was addicted to the drug habit. Mrs. Brood met her at the top of the stairs. She was but half-dressed. Her lovely neck and shoulders were now almost bare. Her hands were extended toward the visitor; the 111 my lace gown hung loose and disre garded about ber slim figure. 'Come In, dear. Shall we have tea? I have been so lonely. One cannot read the books they print nowadays. Such stupid things, al e?" She threw an arm about the tall girl and Lydia was surprised to find that it was warm and full of a gentle strength. She felt her flesh tingle with the thrill of contact. Yes, it must have been the light from the window, for Yvonne's face was now aglow with the Iridescence that was so peculiarly her own. A door closed softly on the floor above them. Mrs. Brood glanced over her shoulder and upward. Her arm tightened perceptibly about Lydia's waist. It was Itanjab," said the girl, and Instantly was filled with amazement. She had not seen the Hindu, had not even been thinking of hi in, and yet she was impelled by some mysterious intelligence to give utterance to a statement In which there was convic tion, not conjecture. Did you see him?" asked the other, looking at ber sharply. "No," admitted Lydia. still amazed. I don't know why I said that" Mrs. Brood closed her boudoir door behind them. For an Instant she stood staring at the knob as If expecting to Bee It turn "I know," she said, "I know why you said it. Because It was Ranjab." She shivered slightly. "I am afraid of that man, Lydia. He seems to be watching me all of the time. Day and night his eyes seem to be upon me." "Why should he be watching you?" asked Lydia, bluntly. Yvonne did not notice the question. "Even when I am asleep in my bed. In the dead hour of night, he Is look ing at me. I can feel it, thougb asleep. Oh, it Is not a dream, for my dreams are of something or Bomeone else never of him. And yet he Is there, looking at me. It it Is uncanny." "An obsession," remarked Lydia, quietly. "He never struck me as es pecially omnipresent." "Didn't you feel him a moment ago?" demanded Yvonne, Irritably. The other hesitated, reflecting. "I suppose it must have been something like tbat." They were still facing the door, standing close together. "Why do you feel that he Is watching you?" "I don't know. I Just feel it, that's all. Day and night. He can read my thoughts, Lydia, as be would read a book. Isn't isn't It disgusting?" Her laugh was spiritless, obviously arti ficial. "I shouldn't object to his reading my thoughts," said Lydia. "Ah, but you are Lydia. It's differ ent. I have thoughts sometimes, my dear, that would not but there! Let us speak of more agreeable things. Sit down here beside me. No tea? A cigarette, then. No? Do you for give me for what I said to you lust night?" she asked, sitting down beside the girl on the chaise longue. "It was so absurd, Mrs. Brood, that I have scarcely given It a moment's thought. Of course I was hurt at the time. It was so unjust to Mr. Brood. It was "It Is like you to say that," cried Yvonne. "You are splendid, Lydia. Will you believe me when I tell you that I love you? That I love you very dearly, very tenderly?" Lydia looked at her In some doubt brake, as It were, and not let the nerves run away with us. If people fret you. It Is not neces sary to be rude to them. Try, instead, to avoid them. Don't read books that Irritate you. Books are plentiful, therefore put away the offending volume and cboose another. If a noise at night worries you, don't let It continue to do ao. Get up and aee to the matter and put It right Don't let yourself get into the habit of being bored. It la not worth whlla. and not without misgivings. "I should like to believe It," she said, noncom mittal 'Ah, but you doubt it. I see. Well, 1 do not blume you, t have given you much pain, much distresa. When I am far away you will be glad you will be happy. Is not that so?" 'But you are coming back," said Lydia, with a frank smile, not meant to be unfriendly. ' Yvonne's face clouded. "Oh. yes, I shall come back. Why not? Is this not my home?" ""You may call It your home, Mrs. Brood," said Lydia, "but are you quite sure your thoughts always abide here? I mean in the United, Stales, of course. Yvonne had looked up at her quick ly. "Oh, I see. No, I shall never be an American." Then sue aorupuy changed the subject. "You have had a nice day with Frederic? You have been happy, both of you?" 'Yes very happy, Mrs. Brood, said the girl, simply. "I am glad. You must always bo happy, you two. It Is my greatest wish." Lydia hesitated for a moment. Frederic asked nie to be his wife tomorrow," she said, and her heart be gan to thump queerly. She felt that she was approaching a crisis of some sort. "Tomorrow?" fell from Yvonne's lips. The word was drawn out as If in one long breath. Then, to Lydia' astonishment, an extraordinary change came over the speaker. "Yes, yes, It should be It must be tomorrow. Poor boy poor, poor boy! You will marry', yes, and go away at once, at e?" Her voire was almost shrill In its intensity, her eyes were wide and eager and anxious. "I Oh, Mrs. Brood, Is It for the best?" t ried L.vdia. "Is it - the best thing for Frederic to do? I I feared you might object. I am sure his father will refuse permission " 'But you lovo each other that is enough. Why ask the consent of any one? Yes, yes. It Is for the best. I know oh, you cannot realize how well I know. You must not hesitate." The woman was trembling In ber eager ness. Lydia's astonishment gave way to perplexity. What do you mean? Why are you so serious so Intent on this " "Frederic has no money," pursued Yvonne, as If she had not beard Lydia's words. "But that must not deter you. It must not stand In the way. I shall find a way, yes, I shall find a way. I" 'Do you mean that, you would pro vide for him for us?" exclaimed Lydia. "There Is a way, there Is a way," said the other, fixing her, eyes appeal- Ingly on the girl's face, to which the flush of anger was slowly mounting. "His father will not help him If that is whnt you are counting upon, Mrs. Brood," said the girl coldly. "I know. He will not help him. no. L.vdia started. "What do you know about what has Mr. Brood said to you?" Her heart was cold with ap- "No, I Shall Never Be an American." prehension. "Why are you going away next week? What has happened?" Brood's wife was regarding ber with narrowing eyes. "Oh, I Bee now. You think that my husband suspects that Frederic Is too deeply Interested in his beautiful stepmother, is that not bo? Poof! It has nothing to do with It." Her eyes were sullen, full of resentment now. She was collect ing herself. The girl's eyes expressed the disdain that suddenly took the place of appre hension In her thoughts." A sharp re tort leaped to her Hps, but she sup pressed it. "Mr. Brood does not like Frederic." she said Instead, and could have cut out her tongue the Instant the words were uttered. Yvonne's eyes were glit tering with a light that she had never seen n them before. Afterwards she described It to herself as baleful. "So! He has Bpoken ill evil of his son to you?" she said, almost In a monotone. "He has hated him for years Is not that so? I am not the original cause, al e? It began long ago long, long ago?" "Oh, 1 beg of you, Mrs. Broo. began Lydia, shrinking back I dis may. "You are free to speak your thoughts to me. I' shall not be offended. What has he said to you about Frederic and me?" (TO BE CONTINUED.) When you feel it coming on plunge at once Into some task that will take all your time and energy. It Is better to run away from certain things than to let them Irritate you. Such martyr dom Is usually unnecessary and bad for you all round. Handed Him One. 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I DAmaJu nlal intestinal ailments, i.ai as mucn an; lUUIttCU ailU IIUUIIU lUQIICIIl, uciv, bottle of your druggist now and try i: .n n ahonliitA nranAA If flnt BSlU factory money will be returned. Ad' Being and Doing. As the man 1b in the Integrity of on rhnrartpp an la hiu atrnnirth HPtni is everything. It conditions happ nesa; It determines and measure service. A man s happiness depend upon what he Is In him'Helf. A maD' service to otners is conditioned upor what he Is In himself. Being Ih bass to doing. As the speed of the el trie car is determined by the energ a I tyei A in fla i,ahof Iwi.iba n u . th, power of the piston rod la determine; by the push of accumulated steaa so pergonal power Is determined an: measured by character. This is firottiQ nna'ap a r H u r n n 1 .1 r fllKul with the divine presence and radiant wlu a divine holiness. Not His Doing. lilt, Clotur It tiiolraia tna tniicrh aV0T time I hear you talk about changlof your mind. Her Brother Do you mean to in sinuate that I have no miud t change? Ilia Sinter fill nn- hut vnnr wile always makes the change for you. Might Mark the Spot. They were two days out, and tb? young bride was dreadfully seasick "Henry, dear," she moaned, "If ' should die and they bury me here you'll come sometimes and plant do ers on my grave, won't you?" Boston Transcript. Quite 80. "What Is the first step necessarj In cultivating an artistic teniperr ment?" Finding somebody to stand for It." The most complicated task is thai of getting a meal in a cafeteria. with cream or good milk, supplies the food elements in excellent proportion for build ing Drain and muscle tissue. There'g a Reaion" ill Grape-Nuts ' 1
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