f HE FULTOfl COUNTY NEWS, McCONNELLSBURO, Y Tmi h vv MlIU Willi L GEORGE DAKR NcCUTOM ILLUSTRATIONS WALTERS COPYMCffT. !). CHAPTER XXVII Continued. 12 Ho obeyed. "See! There is no one near." He held open the door to the hall. "You must speak quickly. I am to leave this house in aa hour. 1 was given tha hour." "Ah, I can see by your fare that you hato him! It la well. That la some thing. It Is but little, I know, after all I bavo wished for but It Is some thing for me to treasure something for me to tako back with me to the one sacred little spot In this beastly world of men and women." "You are the most Incomprehen sible " "Am I not beautiful, Frederic? Tell me!" She came quite close to him. "You are the most beautiful woman In all the world," he said abjectly. "And I have wasted all my beauty I have lent It to unlovellnesa and It has not been destroyed! It Is still with me, Is It not? I have not lost It In" "You are beautiful beyond words beyond anything I have ever Im agined," said he, suddenly passing bis hand over his brow. "You would have loved me If It had not been for Lydla?" "I couldn't have helped myself. I I fear I faltered In my Good God, are you still trying to tempt me? re you still asking me to go away with you?" A hoarse cry came from the door way behind them a cry of pain and anger that struck terror to their souls. They had not heard his approach. CHAPTER XVIII. The Shot That Failed. Transfixed, they watched him take two or three steps Into the room. At bis back was the swarthy Hindu, his eyes gleaming like coals of fire In the shadowy light. "James!" fell tremulously from the lips of Yvonne. She swayed toward bim as Ranjab grasped his arm from behind. Frederick saw the flash of something bright as It passed from the brown band to the white one. He did not at once comprehend. "It happened once," came hoarsely from the throat of James Brood. "It shall not happen again. Thank you, Ranab." Then Frederic knew! The Hindu bad slipped a revolver Into his mas ter's hand! "It gives me great pleasure, Yvonne, to relieve you of that damned, rotten, worthless thing you call your life." As he raised his arm, Frederic sprang forward w ith a shout of horror. Scarcely realizing what he did, be burled Yvonne violently to one side. It was all over In the twinkling of an eye. There was a flush, the crash of an explosion, a puff of smoke and the smell of burnt powder. Frederic stood perfectly still for an lnstact, facing the soft cloud that rose from the pistol barrel, an expression of vague amazement in hi.- face. Then hia hand went uncertainly to bis breast Already James P.rood had seen the red blotch that spread with Incredible swiftness blood red against the snowy white of the broad shirt bosom. Glaring with wide-open eyes at tho horrid spot, he stood there with the pistol still levelled In a petrified hand "Good God, father, you've why, you've " struggled from Frederic's writhing Hps, and then his knees sagged; an Instant later they gave way with a rush and he dropped heavily to the floor. There was not a sound In the room. Suddenly Urood made a movement quick and spasmodic. At the same In stant Ranjab flung himself forward and grasped bis master's arm. He had turned the revolver upon himself! The muzzle was almost at his temple when the Hindu seized his hand In a grip of Iron. "Sahib! Sahib!" he hissed. "What would you do?" Wrenching the weapon from the stiff, unresisting fingers, he hurled It across the room. "My God!" groaned Brood. His tall body swerved forward, but bis legs re fused to carry him. The Hindu caught him as he was sinking limply to his knees. With a tremendous effort of the will, Brood succeeded In conquer ing the black unconsciousness that was- assailing him. He straightened up to his full height, and with trem bling fingers pointed to the prostrate figure on the floor. "The pistol, Ran jab! Where is It? Give it me! Man, man, can I live after that? I have killed my son my own Bon! Quick, m$n!" "Sahib!" cried the Hindu, wringing Mb hands. "I cannot! I cannot!" "I command you! The pistol!" Without a word the Hindu, fatalist, slave, pagan that he was, turned to do his master's bidding. It was not for him to say nay. It was not for him to oppose the will of the master, but to obey. All this time, Yvonne was crouching against the tablo, her horrified gaze upon the great red blotch that grew to terrible proportions as she watched. She bad not moved, she had not breathed, she had not taken her bands from her ears where she bad placed them at the sound of the explosion. EXPERT ADVISER ON DRESS Woman Has Achieved Success In Oc cupation That Is Something of a Novelty. I heard lately of a plan adopted by one young woman that has worked out well with her, and might be of use to someone else, says a writer In tbe Pittsburgh Dispatch. Sbe lives at ,nome, but must help tbe family excheq uer, and this Is how she does It: Her one talent lay In her good taste m r "Mood! It Is blood!" she moaned, and for tbo first time since tbe shot was fired her husband glanced at tbe one for whom the bullet was intended. An expression of Incredulity loaped into his faco, as if he could not believe his senses. She was alive and unhurt! His bullet bad not touched her. His brain fumbled for the explanation of this miracle. "Wood!" she walled again, a long, shuddering word that came not from her Hps but from the very depths of her terror-stricken soul. Slowly Ltrood's mind worked out of the maze. His shot had gone straight, but Frederic himself had leaped into its path to save this miserable crea ture who would have damned his soul if life had been spared to hlra. Ranjab crawled to his side, his eyes covered with one arm, the other ex tended. Hllndly the master felt for tbe pistol, not once removing his eyes from the pallid flguro against the table, ills fingers closed upon the weapon. Then the Hindu looked up, warned by the strange voice that spoke to him from the mind of his master. Ho saw the arm slowly extend Itself with a sinister hand directed straight at the unconscious figure of the woman. This time Hrood vas making sure of bis aim so sure that the lithe Hindu had time to spring to his feet and grasp once more the hand that held tha weapon. "Master! Master!" he cried out. Hrood turned to look at his man in sheer bewilderment. What could all this mean? What was the matter with the man? "Down, Ranjab!" he commanded in a low, cautious tone, as he would have used In speaking to a dog when the game was run to earth. "There is but one bullet left, sahib." cried the man. "Only one Is required," said the mas ter hazily. "You have killed your son. This bul let Is for yourself." "Yes! Yes! but but she! She lives! . She" The Hindu struck his own breast significantly. "Thy faithful servant re mains, sahib. Die, if thou wilt, but leave her to Ranjab. There Is but one bullet left. It Is for you. You must not be here to witness the death Ran jab, thy servant, shall inflict upon her. Shoot thyself now, if so be It, but spare thyself the sight of" He did not finish the sentence, but his Btrong, bony fingers went through the motion that told a more horrible story than words could have expressed. There was no mistaking his meaning. He had elected himself her executioner. A ghastly look of comprehension flitted across Brood's face. For a sec ond bis mind slipped from one dread to another more appalling. He knew "Sahib! Sahib!" He Hissed. this man of his. He remembered the story of another killing in the hills of India. His gaze went from the brown fanatic's face to tbo white, tender, lovely throat of the woman and a hoarse gasp broke from his lips. .".No! No! Not that!" he cried, and as the words rang out, Yvonne re moved her horrified gaze from the blot of red and fixed It upon the faco of her husband. She straightened up slowly and her arms fell limply to her sides. "It was meant for me. Shoot, James!" she said, almost In a whis per. The Hindu's grasp tightened at the convulsive movement of his master's hand His fingers were like steel bands. "Shoot!" she repeated, raising her voice. "Save yourself, for if he is dead I shall kill you with my own hands.- This Is your chance shoot!" Brood's fingers relaxed their grip on the revolver. A fierce, wild hope took all the strength out of his body he grew faint with It. In dress. Slje had an instinctive feel ing for what was becoming, not only for herself but her friends, and was often called Jn to consult over a pro spective new gown. So that Is what Bhe determined to do professionally. She let her friends know that for a certain sum she would give advice on costumes, helping to arrange a whole wardrobe, and from friends sbe soon branched out to regular clients. She goes to the house of her em ployer and looks over everything the lady baa. She gives definite tnstruc- "God. ho he can't be dead! I have not killed him. Ho shall not die he shall not Flinging the Hindu aside ho threw himself down beside the body on the floor. The revolver as It dropped, was caught In the nimble hand of the Hindu, who took two long swift strides toward the woman who now faced him Instead of her husband. There was a groat light In his eyes aa. be stood over her and she saw death staring out upon her. But she did not quail. She was past all that. She lopked straight into his eyes for an Instant and then, as If putting him out of ber thoughts entire ly, turned slowly toward tbe two men on the floor. The man half raised the pistol, but something stayed bis hand something stronger than any mere physical opposition could have done. He glared at the half-averted face, confounded by tbe most extraordinary Impression that ever bad entered his Incomprehensible brain. Something strange and wonderful was transpir ing before his very eyes something so marvellous that even ho, mysteri ous seer of the Ganges, was stunned Into complete amazement and unbelief. That strange, uncanny Intelligence of his, born of a thousand mysteries, was being tried beyond all previous exac tions. It was as if he now saw this woman for the first time as if he had never looked upon her face before. A mist appeared to envelop her and through this. veil ho saw a face that was new to him the face of Yvonne and yet not hers at all. Absolute won der crept into his eyea. As If impelled by the power of his gaze, she faced hlra once more. For what seemed hours to him, but In reality only seconds, his searching eyes looked deep Into hers. He saw at last the soul of this woman and It was not the soul he had known as hers up to that tremendous moment And he camo to know that she was no longer afraid of him or his powers. His hand was lowered, his eyes fell and his lips moved but there were no words, for he addressed a spirit. All tho venom, all the hatred fled from his soul. His knee bent in sudden submis sion, and his eyes were raised to hers once more, but now In their somber depths was the fidelity of tbe dog! "Go at once," she said, and her voice was as clear as a bell. He shot a swift glance at the pros trate Frederic and straightened his tall figure as would a soldier under orders. His understanding gaze sought hers again. There was another command In ber eyes. He placed the weapon on the table. It had been a dis tinct command to him. "One of us will use It," she said monotonously. "Go!" ' ' ' With Incredible swiftness he was gone. The curtains barely moved as he passed between them and the heavy door made no sound in opening and closing. There was no one In the ball. The sound of the shot bad not gone beyond tho thick walls of that pro scribed room on the top floor. Some where at the rear of the house an In distinct voice was uttering a Jumbled stream of French. Many minutes passed. There was not a movement in the room. Brood, beside the outstretched figure of his unintended victim, was staring at the graying face with wide, unblinking eyes. He looked at last upon the fea tures that he had searched for In vain through irfl the sullen years. There was blood on his hands and on hia cheek, for be had listened at first for the beat of the heart Afterward his agonized gaze had gone to the blood less fnce. There It was arrested. A dumb wonder possessed bis soul. He knelt there petrified by the shock of discovery. In, the dim light he no longer saw the features of Matilde, but his own, and his heart was still. In that revealing moment he realized that he had never seen anything in Fred eric's countennnce save the dark, never-to-be-forgotten eyes and they were his Matllde's. Now those eyes were closed. He could not see them, and the blindness was struck from his own. Ho had always looked Into the boy's eyes he had never been able to seek farther than those haunting, In quiring eyes but now he saw the lean, strong Jaw, and the firm chin, the straight nose and the broad fore headand none of these were Ma tllde's! These were tho features of a man and of but one man. He was see ing himself as he was when he looked Into bis mirror at twenty-one! All these years be had been blind, all these years he had gone on curs ing Ms own Image. In that overpower ing thought came the realization that It was too late for him to atone. Hia mind slowly struggled out of thrall that held It stupefied. He was looking at his own face dead! He would look like that! Matlldo was gone forever the eyes were closed but he was there, going grayer and grayer of face all the time. He had forgotten the woman. She was standing Just beyond the body that stretched Itself between them. Her hands were clasped against her breast and her eyes were lifted heaven ward. She had not moved throughout that age of oblivion. He saw her and suddenly became rigid. Slowly he sank hack, his eyes distended, his Jaw dropping. He put out a hand and saved himself from falling, but his eyes never left the face of the woman who prayed whose whole being was the material repre sentation of prayer. But It was not Yvonne, his wife, that he saw standing there. It was another Matilde! "My God, Matilde Matilde! For give! Forgive!" Slowly her eyes were lowered until they fell full upon bis stricken face. "Am I going mad?" be whispered hoarsely. As be stared, the delicate wan fare of Matilde began to fade and he again saw the brilliant, undlmmed features of Yvonne. "God In heaven, tlona as to what each dress or suit or waist requires to bring It up to par. Sbe advises as to the most becoming styles and colors, and lists what new garments are necessary. Of course sbe regulates the expenditure according to tbe purses of ber various clients. She has made a success. Many wom en do not know what to wear, what suits tbem best, what to put together Sbe tells them. She also saves them a good deal by her cleverness In adapt ing what looks hopeless. Sbe can also tell wbere you should go for mate- It was Matilde! What accursed trick of" He sprang to his feet and advanced upon her, actually stepping across the body of his son in his reckless haste. For many seconds they stood with their faces close together, he staring wildly, she with a dull look of agony In her eyes, but unflinching. What he saw caused an icy chill to sweep through his tense body, and a sickness to enter his soul. He shrank back. "Who who are you?" he cried out in sudden terror. He felt tbe presence of Matilde. He could have stretched out his band and touched her, so real, so vivid was the belief that she was actually there before him. "Matilde was here I saw her, before God, I saw her. And and now it Is you! Bhe Is still here. I can feel her band touch ing mine I can feel no, again. 1 I-" The cold, lifeless voice of Yvonne was speaking to him, huskier than ever before. "Matilde has been here. Sbe has always been with bim. Sbe Is always near you, James Brood." "What are you saying?" he gasped. She turned wearily away and pointed to the weapon on the tablo. "Who is to use It, you or I?" He opened his mouth but uttered no sound. His power of speech was gone. She went on In a deadly monotone. "You Intended the bullet for me. It Is not too late. Kill me, it you will. I give you tbe first chance take It, for If you do not I shall take mine." "I I cannot kill you I cannot kill the woman who stood where you are standing a moment ago. Matilde was there! Sbe was alive, do you bear "Matilde Had Been There." me! Alive and ah!" The exclama tion fell from his Hps as she suddenly leaned forward, ber intense gaze fixed on Frederic's face. "See! Ah, see! I prayed and I have been answered. See! Clod In heaven, see!" He turned. Frederic's eyes were open. He was looking up at them, with a piteous appeal In their depths an appeal for help, for life, for conscious ness. "He Is not dead! Frederic, Frederic, my son " He dropped to his knees and frantically clutched at the hand that lay stretched out beside the limp figure. The pain-stricken eyes closed slowly. Someone knelt beside Brood. He saw a slim white hand go out and touch the pallid brow. "I shall save your soul, James Brood," a voice was saying, but It seemed far away. "He shall not die. Your poor wretched soul may rest se cure. I shall keep death away from him. You shall not have to pay for this no, not for this. The bullet was meant for me. I owe my life to him, you shall owe his to me. But you have yet to pay a greater debt than this can ever become. He Is your son. You owe another for his lift and you will never be out of ber debt, not even In hell, James Brood." Slowly Frederic's eyes opened again. They wavered from one face to the other and there was In them the unsolvable mystery of divination. As the lids dropped once more, Brood's manner underwent a tremendous change. The stupefaction of horror and doubt fell away In a flash and be was again the clear-beaded, Indomit able man of action. Tbe blood rushed back Into his velna, bis eyea flashed with the returning fire of hope, bis voice was steady, sharp, commanding. "The doctor!" be cried In Yvonne's ear, as his strong fingers went out to tear open the red shirt bosom. "Be quick! Send for Hodder. By heaven, we must save bim." She did not move. He whirled upon her fiercely. "Do as I tell you. Are you so damned " "Doctor Hodder Is on the way now," she said dully. His bands ceased their operations as Jf checked by a sudden paralysis. "On the way here?" he cried In credulously. "Why" ' "He Is coming," she said fiercely. "I sent for him ages ago- Don't stop now be quick! You know what to do. Stanch the flow of blood. Do some thing, man! You have seen men with mortal wounds and this man must be saved." He worked swiftly, deftly, for he did know what to do. He had worked over men before with wounds in their breasts and he bad seen them through the shadow of death. But he could not help .thinking, as he now worked, that be was never known to miss a shilling at thirty paces. She was speaking. Her voice was rials; sbe has addresses of tailors, dressmakers and sewing women, and knows they can do what they promise. She Is thoroughly up In her chosen Job, In fact She also makes a point of attending carefully to tbe details of a costume, making sure that each item will harmonize. Tbe work Is ex tremely interesting, and It pays both her and ber clients. Get Your 8hare of Air. Breatbe all the air you can get, night and day. That's what fresh air low and husky once more, with a per slstent note of accusation in it. "It was an accident, do you understand? You did not shoot to kill him. The world shall never know the truth un less he dies, and that Is not. to happen. You are safe. The law cannot touch you, for I shall never speak. This Is between you and me. Do you under stand?" He glanced at her set, rigid face. "Yes. It was an accident And this Is between you and me. We shall settle It later on. Now I see you as you are as Yvonne. God, I wonder " His hand shook with a sudden spasm of Indecision. He had again caught that baffling look In her dark eyes. "Attend!" she cried, and be bent to the task again. He is not going to die. It would be too v uel if he were to die now and miss all the Joy of vic tory over you his life-long foo. He" The door opened behind them and they looked up to see the breathless Hindu. He came straight to the woman. "He comes. Ranjab has obey.' I have told him that the revolver was dis charge accidentally by myself, by the unhappy son of a dog, I. It Is well. Ranjab Is but a dog. He shall die to day and his Hps be sealed forever. Have no fear. Tbe dead shall be si lent" His voice trailed off Into a whisper, for his eyes were looking Into hers. "No," be whispered, after a mo ment "no, the dead are not silent. One who Is dead has spolen to Ran jab." "Hush!" said the woman. Brood's hands were shaking again, shaking and uncertain. "The doctor? He comes?" "Even now," said the Hindu, turn ing toward the door. CHAPTER XIX. The Voice of the Wind. Hours afterward Brood sat alone In the room where the tragedy occurred. Much hnd transpired In the interim to make those hours seem like separate and distinct years to him, each hour an epoch In which a vital and memor able Incident had been added to his already overfull measure of experi ence. Underneath all was an ever present sense of Insecurity, as If the whole order of life had been suddenly deprived of foundation or support. No matter where he looked, there was not the sllghest ray of light In the dark ness that enveloped bis understand ing. Something tremendous had hap pened, aside from the visible, phys ical Incident that had stunned him temporarily at the outset of the tragic era, something that was beyond com prehension and intangible and which continually loomed up before bim as a Bpecter that had neither shape nor substance and yet was as completely positive as anything else that bad transpired. He could account for the shooting, the emotions preceding that unhappy occu-rence, the Intervention of fate that saved Yvonne from death and laid low the substitute, the sense of horror that ensued, tbe sudden rev elation that came to him as he looked Into Frederic's face with its closed eyea, and the agony of suspense that now consumed bim, but a cloud still bung over him that his intelligence could not penetrate nor his physical being dispel, no matter how hard he struggled to clear a way to the open. He hnd seen a vision. Its effect on him had been overpowering. The for titude of a lifetime bad been shattered In a single Instant of contact with the influence that had at last made Itself felt in physical manifestation after all these years of spiritual attendance. He had never been completely free from the vague notion that Matilde was near him In spirit, that there was an actual identity to the presence that filled his dreams and dented him the boon of foreetfulness for a single In stant of the hours when he was awake. He had never tried to banish her from his memory. He wanted to forget her, to put her out of bis thoughts alto gether, for obvious reasons, but the fact that she remained the dominant figure in his present despite the past was proof, even to him, that she was and always would be the controlling force In his mind if not In his heart Now he was ordering himself to face new complexities. Ho was confronted by the most improbable of hallucina tions. It was not an Intangible shadow that he now had to contend with but something definite, something that took shape and mocked him. In his bitter Indictment against circum stances, he argued that his brain was momentarily unbalanced following the shock caused by the shooting, and that in its disordered state he had pictured things that did not exist It was only reasonable to assume that he bad suf fered from the effect of a startling, vivid hallucination, and yet there was a strange, insistent voice somewhere In bis clearing mind that persuaded htm against bis will that he bad actual ly seen the face of Matilde. Admitting that he had been deceived by a trick of the imagination, there still remained certain Indisputable facta to confound, him. First of all, the absolute conviction that Yvonne had the power to preserve the life that hung so precariously in the balance. He could not overcome tbe amazing belief that Bhe, and not the skilled surgeon, would check the sure progress of death. Something told him that she represented a force even mightier than death and that she would prevail, no matter what betide. He had refused to see the newspa per men who came. Doctor Hodder wlBely had protested against secrecy. "Murder will out," he had said fret fully, little realizing how closely the trite old saying applied to the situa tion. He bad accepted the statements of Yvonne and Ranjab aa to the acci dental discharge of the weapon, but for some reason had refrained from Is for. Tbe fearsome legend about the baleful Influence of "night air" Is only another of tbe carefully nursed Insani tary bequests from our ancestors, ac cording to Senior Surgeon Banks of the United States public health serv ice. Whence this superstition arose may only be surmised. Perhaps it Is a survival of the primeval cult of sun worship, which led the ancients to classify as evil anything outsldo the sphere of solar Influence. Our forbears were wout to caution tbelr offspring to "be careful about tbe night air," or asking Brood a single question, al though he knew him to be a witness to the shooting. Yvonne saw ihe reporters and later on an Inspector of police. Ranjab told his unhappy story. He had taken the weapon from a hook on the wall for the purpose of cleaning it. It had been hanging there for years, and all the time there had been a single cartridge left In tbe cylinder unknown to any one. He had started to remove the cylinder as he left the room. All these yeara the hammer had been raised; death had been hanging over them all tbe time that the pistol occupied its in secure position on the wall. Somehow, he could not tell how the hammer fell as he tugged at the cylinder. No one could bave known that the revolver was loaded. That was all that he' could say, except to declare that If his master's son died he would end his own miserable, valueless life. . His story was supported by tbe dec larations of Mrs. Brood, who, while completely exonerating ber husband's servant, had but little to say In expla nation of the affair. She kept her wits abtout her. Most people would have made the mistake of saying too much. She professed to know nothing except that they were discussing young Mr. Brood's contemplated trip abroad and that her husband had given orders to his servant to pack a revolver In bis son's traveling bag when the time came for his departure. She had paid but little attention to the Hindu's movements. All she could say was that It was an accident a horrible, blighting accident. For the present, It would not be possible for anyone to. see tbe heart-broken father. Doubt less, later on, he would be In the mood to discuss the dreadful catastrophe, but not now, etc., etc. He was crushed with the horror of the thing that had happened. Tbe house was In a state of subdued excitement. Servants spoke In whis pers and tip-toed through tho halls. Nurses and other doctors came. Two old men, Bhaklng as with palsy, roamed about the place, intent only on worm ing their way into the presence of their friend and supporter to offer con solation and encouragement to him la his hour of tribulation. They shud dered as they looked Into each other's faces, and they shook their heads without speaking, for their minds were filled with doubt They did not ques tion the truth of tbe story us told, but they had their own opinions. In sup port to the theory that they did not believe there was anything accidental in the shooting of Frederic It Is only necessary to speak of their, extraordi nary attitude toward Ranjab. They shook hands with him and told him that Allah would reward him! Later on, after tbey bad had time to think It all out for themselves being some what slow of comprehension they sought out James Brood and offered to accept all the blame for having loaded the revolver without consulting bim, their object having been to destroy a cat that Infested the alley hard by. They felt that it was absolutely neces sary to account for the presence of the unexploded cartridge. Brood, coming between tbem, .laid his hands on tbelr shoulders, shaking his head as he spoke to them gently. "Thank you, old pals. I understand what It is you are trying to do. It's no use. I fired (he shot. It isn't neces sary to say anything more to you, I'm sure, except that, as God Is my wit ness, I did not Intend the bullet for I jjj Two Old Men, 8haking as With Palsy, Roamed About tha Place. Frederic. It was an accident In that respect Thank you for what you would do. It isn't necessary, old pals. The Btory that Ranjab tells must stand for the time being. Later on well, I may write my own story and give it to the world." "Write it?" said Mr. Dawes, and Brood nodded his head slowly, signifi cantly. "Oh, Jim, you you mustn't do that!' groaned Mr. Dawes, appalled. "You ain't such a coward as to do that." "There was one bullet left in the re volver. Ranjab advised me to save It for myself. He's a thoughtful fel low," said Brood. "It has been re moved, of course, but " "Jim," Bald Mr. RiggS, squaring him self, "It's too bad that you didn't hit what you shot at." "Jim," interrupted Mr. Rlgga, Ignor ing bis comrade, '1 see she's going to nurse Freddy. Well, sir, if I was you, I'd" (TO BB CONTINUED.) children were ordered to "come In out of the night air." It Is perhaps fortunate for the children living In the Arctic circle, where the nights are six months long, that the Eskimo mothers do not entertain this crude notion about night air, else their prog eny would sper d half the year Indoors. Patience and Despair. There Is no calamity so great that It cannot be made a little lighter by patience, or a great deal heavier by despair. ' GOOD WORD FOR THE BIR Beautiful, and Useful In Their ' structlon of Much Insect Lite That Is Harmful. The warm weather has brought birds again. Their chirping and i: lng make a morning symphony the 9 of which can be heard from no trait orchestra. They dot the landscape a beauty that no artistic skill , rival They are beautiful, useful their destruction of harmful D, pests and aid us mightily In appred lng the Joy of living. Now, then, is a good time for i newed appeal for the lives and 'being of birds. The best instincts of thehumatin are devoted to the saving of all U, of life, and sanction the taking of only when such destruction sertti purpose useful to mankind. This cannot be urged In the ca the birds. For tho most part they i not food animals. Tbe higher lnti gence and spiritualism of hunnj should bring about a concerted a ment for small bird protection. 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"The auto faco is a fixed one." "Yes, strange to say, it 1b not I bile." Speaking of the capacity to mi late punishment, a Pennsylvania: baa taught school for more than - years. CIrls should beware of younf : who pose aa candy kids; aa husM they are apt to devtlop Into M drops. When It comes to a womnn'ifl plexlon, art can be of consider assistance to nature. It Is safer to burn the bridge front whun a powerful enemy is oil other sldccf the creek. The most stubborn fellow In 1 1 box Is generally the one who doe.-1 seem to have an opinion. Age before beauty when the eel man calls. Many a patent leather shoe hlH aching corn. As a rule It Is better to chlorc 1 the sleeping dogs. The majority of men are like df -either too fast or too slow. 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