The Boy at By AUSTIN fci . In Bplte of his name, which was Claude Geoffrey de Havlland, he came to Boyd's Bank, at Belboro. something between gamin, gutter snipe, and Immature Greek god. His eceent was awful. He had no man ners. It was a mystery how he had got his nomination. But he had brains and looks. Better still, though he never spoke of his parents, he had n allowance from home. It was old Morson, the manager, who first pointed him out to me In the High Street. We were wanting to- gether on our way to the club Mor- son touched me on tne arm. "Look!" he said. "There goes the boy of destiny!" I turned around, saw young De Havlland, and laughed. Beyond his good looks and the fact that he show ed exceptional promUe at games, I thought him a pretty average speci men of a bank clerk. Moreover, I don't particularly admire the type. It was on the tip of my tongue to say so, but I remembered myself in time. I even pretended an interest that I , didn't in the least feel. "What Is his destiny, anyhow?" 1 asked. Old Morson stopped dead an ag gravating habit of his and caught the lapel of my coat. "He's going to be a rich woman's husband," said he. I laughed. "That's not so easily done nowa day," I answered. And I disengaged myself from the old man's detaining fingers. He be gan to trot beside me again. "I allow that," he conceded, panting a little. "But he'll pull it off, right enough. That young man is going far." "Denends how you measure dis tance," said I. Old Morson Is a bit of a nuisance. But he fairly had the boy on his brain, for on the Bteps of the club he buttonholed me once more. "I'm willing to bet," he said "I'm willing to bet live to one in sover eigns that within five years from to day that boy has married an heiress.1 A lot may happen in five years, and It was worth risking a sovereign to get rid of the old bore "Done with you," I cried. And I fled up the steps like a hare. From the reading room window I saw Old Morson, still outside, fumbling . with his poeketbook. I gathered that he was recording the bet. The Incident, for the time being, passed out of my mind. De Havlland was so very young that he didn't come my way much. Old Morson was such a bore that I kept out of his way, and, besides, there were plenty of other things to do. It was only later on that the boy began to force himself upon my notice. To be- gin with, he thrashed me soundly at golf. Then he beat me at badminton After that I fielded out more than one August afternoon while he got a century. My favorite partners cut down my number of waltzes to give him more. Little things like these in- duced me to observe him. Other peo ple began to watch him closely, too. He was talked of at the club first contemptuously, then with toleration, Anally with an admiration that was undisguised. And small wonder. A boy with the face of Phoebus Apollo and the physique of C. B. Fry would ' be the centre of Interest anywhere let alone of a little place like Belboro. And before long because, perhaps, an Englishman is always attracted to a man who does things better than himself I berran to like De Havlland very much. But I wasn't in the least blind to his faults. To begin with, he was a terrible snob. His progress up the social ladder was paved with discarded friendships. He used people, sucked them socially dry, and stepped up ward to the next rung. He loved to i visit the houses of the rich. To en ter the charmed circles of county society' was his abiding dream. His I- ascent was steady and sure. Even his rebuffs and discomfitures he turn ad to profitable account. And his good luck saved him In the one in stance where he really made a mess of things. It happened quite early in tli career and if the other parties concerned had not left the neighbor hood shortly afterward be might have got a very nasty tumble indeed, By some chance (when he first came to Belboro . he was very lonely and miserable) he got to know some people called Langton, who lived In a workman's cottage two miles out. Sirs. Langton, in particular, was very nice to him; be bad a standing Invlta : . lon to their bouse, and for a time he .thought Langton the wisest man in ,the world But presently he began to make other friends who were rich and kept a better table. Yet he still went to see the Langtons, now and then. One day, during the .boy's luncheon hour,, he met, In the High Street, Langton, who hailed him cheerily, "Hullo, what are you doing?" he called. , "NotMng!" said the boy. "Nothing. I'm just killing time." "Then come and help me buy fish! ,and, crooking bis arm In De Havi land's Langton dragged him off. There Is no proper market place at Belboro, but one day a week there lire stalls In the street. Then it Is that those whose purse does not per the Bank. PHILLIPS, Mini mit thetn to patronize the expensive local fishmonger purchase the pro letariat bake from an Itinerant mer chant by the - wayside. This was rather Langton4s Idea. Still crooking De Havlland's arm, he stopped at one of the stalls. Doubtless the fish was good and fresh. But the stall itself was rather foul the sun was baking hot, and the flap-slap of the hake as it was thrown down on to the trestle counter was not precisely grateful to the ear. Langton put down seven coppers, the Itinerant merchant sliced a pound and three-quarters from the hake's tall end, then wrapp- e dit briskly in a piece of newspaper and handed over the parcel with an air. At that moment the Basset t girls drove by in their dogcart. They ore the daughters of Alderman Bas- sett, the salttnaker (very dashing young women, 1 believe), and De Havlland had Just begun to visit the house. As luck would have it, they pulled up to speak to some one right in front of the stall. This was more than the boy's flesh and blood could bear. Quickly, even roughly, he dis engaged his arm from I-angton's, threw up his head and swung round on his heel. And in a voice that could be heard up, down and across the street, he cried, pr-atestlngly: "Oh, hang It all, Langton; I am a gentle man, you know!" Langton merely grinned and went home to his wife. But he put the boy and the fish and some trimmings into his novel which won first prize in Disher & Co.'s celebrated competition not long after. As Langton turned out to be a lord (who had given up diplomacy for literature, and had tem porarily offended his father, the Mar quis of Meadshlre, by the step), the book created some sensation, and was read by all Belboro. But, as have said, the boy's luck carried him through. Langton had made him so like life that nobody recognized him which explains why more authors are not murdered every year. But in spite of, here and there, a little incident like this, the boy be gan to get very near the top of the ladder. That is to say, he was on the fringe of the county. Before long his star, and the return of Kitty Baker from Cheltenham High School, drew him into the charmed circle as a magnet draws a needle. Kitty Baker and the boy were in a class by themselves. She was a nice, dull, fluffy haired girl, with rosy cheeks and a manly walk that half the young women of Belboro tried to imitate. The results were seldom quite successful; often they were wholly ludicrous. Her father was old Baker of Battenhall. His father had been a draper at Mur- cester (the country town seven miles away), who had made a fortune and had bought Battenhall when Splggot, the brewer, came to grief. Now, Papa Baker was county, and because the second generation In these cases is always plus royaliste que le rol, he was very throaty and dreadfully ex clusive. He had a passion for games of all kinds, and as soon as Kitty was old enough to hold a golf club, he got the professional champion to come to Battenhall and coach her. When he was older still, he took her all over England to watch the Doh ertys. By the time that she was twenty there wasn't a lady player In the country to touch her at either game, and it was the same at croquet and badminton, and any other form of feminine sport (except flirtation) that you liked to mention. Flirtation she was no use at. She was too hon est. That is why, though the boy was poor and prospectless, she fell head over ears in love with him. It was possibly the boy's good looks, more possibly still his ancient name, most probably of all his genius tor games, that made Papa Baker give his consent. Old Morson had some hand in it, too. He had rushed on the boy to be cashier before he was five- and-twenty, and he and Papa Baker (with the recommendation of the oue and the Immense influence of the oth er) were going to get De Havlland managership before he was thirty. And they would have done It, too, if De Havlland's star hadn't got mixed up with a comet or entangled in an eclipse, or upset In some Inexplicable astronomic fashion. But bis apotheosis came before his tumble. In the one county match that Murcester spares to Belboro ev ery summer he got a glorious hun dred against Kent and won the match. He made the runB in the fourth In nings on a worn pitch, and I have never seen anything finer in my life The crowd roso at him as he came back to the pavilion; the salt-makers from the lower town seized and car ried him In; long after the teams had changed a crowd besieged the dressing rooms, clamoring for the boy to show himself. When, at the ur gent request of both teams (who bad ly wanted their dinners) he at last was persuaded to appear he received another tremendous ovation. It was a triumph a positive triumph. That night I dined at the club. We were In a hurry. Papa Baker was giving an "at home" In the grounds at Battenhall. There were to be illumin atlons, plerrots, fireworks, a risky raconteur and a heap of other things besides. Everybody was going to be there. Old Morson was dining, too at the next table to mine. He was all smiles. Between the courses he leadned across and talked. "What do you think of the boy now?" he chuckled. "Splendid!" I answered. "Best In nings I ever saw." Old Morson nodded. Then he winked at me, and Bald: "By the way, what about that bet;" instinctively my nana went to my pocket. Actually I fingered the coin. I even took it out and balanced it In my palm. Then something restrained me. I put the sovereign back, and Bhook my head. If you don't mind, I'll wait till after the wedding." said I, smiling. And at that I returned to my mutton. Later on the Irrepressible old man began to talk to me again. Pretty generous of Baker, isn't It? he hinted. "No end!" said I. The man who sat opposite to me at my own table Joined In unexpectedly. "Refreshments alone will cost a pretty penny. Who's doing them? Have you heard?" Old Morson always knows every thing. Oh, some new people from Murces ter!" he said. "Some people called Sandllnnds or Henvilands, or some Bitch name. They've come from Lon don, and bought George's old business. Curiously enough, they weren't keen on having the Job. They even refused. But Baker's their landlord, and he in sisted on them taking it. Good thing, too. There's no one else who coulit have done it." Then the conversation languished again. Before long we drifted off in twos and threes to Battenhall. The Bakers had really done the thing extraordinarily well. The enter tainment was above anticipation, the Illuminations were gorgeous, and, as for the4'itpier, It was a dream. Be tween the turns everybody was look ing for De Havlland to congratulate him, but he couldn't be found. Once Kitty sent me to hunt for him, but I searched in vain. At last he turned up with some of the Kent team. Kitty was at the far end of the big marquee, packed away behind a crowd of people. I struggled through to tell her. Just as I reached her side Papa Baker reached it too. He was agog with excitement. "Where's Geoffrey?" he whispered audibly. "I must find him at once. The Countess wants me to present him. It's most Important." I tried to catch his eye. I tried to signal to him. In another second I should have succeeded, but just then the familiar darkness of a man's head attracted his attention. He swung round quickly and put his hand on a passing Bhoulder. The owner stop ped, wheeled and faced him. "Where are you off to, Geoffrey?" Papa Baker almost shouted. "I want you! The Countess wants you!" The other faced him, surprised' and confused. Kitty stared. I stared. Papa Baker stared. It wasn't Geoffrey De Havlland. Yet If it wasn't who could it be? He had the same dark, curly hair, the same dark blue eyes, the same ef fect of neck and head, the veritable Greek profile. Th sole difference lay in his cheeks. They were pale, with the pallor of a man who works by night The boy's cheeks were bronz ed with outdoor exercise, dull red with health, almost to brick color. And the dress suit of the boy's double was 111 fitting. It was also. old-fashioned He was the first to speak, after all. Looking at Papa Baker unflinchingly, he said: I think you've made a mistake, Bir. I'm the son of the caterer. I've come from Murcester In charge of the re freshments." Papa Baker blurted out some halt apology, muttered something about "strange coincidence," and seemed satisfied, though flabbergasted at the likeness. Then (I said that some thing had happened to the boy's star). De Havlland chose that very moment to come up. Kitty saw him, and cried gladly: "Here's Geoffrey, fatheri" Papa Baker turned round. The likeness was even more striking for the sudden pallor under tSe boy's bronze He gasped. Then he looked back at the caterer's son. Heavllands, as he called himself, was trying to get away, but Papa Baker beckoned him back. .It was like a scene In "Twelfth Night." The two young men towered above everybody. De Havl land's lips were close set, and his nos trils twitched. Heavllands was the pic ture of misery. He looked much as i man might look who had accidentally killed a much-loved brother. I plucked old Baker swiftly by the sleeve. 1 "For God's sake, sir," I whispered "for Miss Kitty's sake don't let there be a scene!' , At first he hardly took In what I said. . Then he understood. He leaned across to Heavllands and said "I should like to see you In my study when supper Is over and you, too, De Havlland. There are one or two questions I want to ask you. For the moment I have to take the Countess to her carriage." And he turned away. The boy looked savagely at Heavllands. "What the devil do you mean by taking the Job at all?" he whispered fiercely. His lips were gray with rage. But Kitty heard. For a minute I thought ehe was going to faint; then she pull ed herself together. "Is this your brother?" she asked the boy. I think If Geoffrey De Havlland had really loved ber, be would have tried to lie, but he had brains, and she was Intellectually no mate for him. That, perhaps, is why he put up no sort of a fight. He bowed his bead In answer to her question. "Yes," he answered slowly, "that is my brother. He cbIIh himself Heavllands. I call myself De Havlland. Each of us Is nr.ht. Mine Is simply the older form of the name. Believe me, I have every right to It." k Kitty's eyes flashed. Though she was not clever, she had spirit. "But you arc ashamed of your rela tions!" she said. "You should have told me the truth and trusted me. You didn't do either. You lied, and said that your parents belonged to the Jer sey de Havllonds, and were dead. In stead of which they are tradespeople at Murcester. Not that that matters to m, Nor would it have mattered to father, though he pret'inds to think so much of blue bood; for we were tradespeople ourselves a few years ago. What does matter is that you have shown yourself to be a coward! I won't marry a snob!" De Havlland had already turned to ro; but Hcavllniids, almost beside him sflf and trembling with excitement, Hung out protesting hands. "It's not his fnult!" he cried pas- sirriately. "It't1 ours! We wanted to be near him, to see him, to glory in his successes, unc that's why we came to Murcester! It was madness! We were fools to do It, and Geoffrey mustn't be allowed to suffer for our fault!" Kitty looked nt him sympathetical ly. She shook her head nil the same. "It's no use." hhe said. "He s lied to me. I can t forgive that! The very next day De Havlland left Belboro, ostensibly on three weeks holiday. Old Morson saw him off. He never came bock. He exchanged into the Standard Bank of South Africa, and sailed alnioBt immediately. Old Morson was broken hearted. He mop ed about the club like a father who has lost his only son, and I couldn't bring myself to remind him of the bet It was nearly two years later that he himBelf introduced the subject as we two sat one day alone in the smoking room "By the way," he said gently, "hadn t we a bet together about poor Geoffrey De Havlland? Wasn't 1 rash enough to bet you five sovereigns to one that within five years he would marry an heiress?" I nodded "Since you mention It, you did," said I. "But It s of no importance, anvwav The old man leuned forward nnu extended his hand I'll trouble you for that same sov- erelen!" he said, and his sinne was full of kindly malice. I was on ray feet In a second. "Ynu don't mean" I exclaimed The old man raised his hand and waved me back, smiling still On the contrary, I do," he answer ed "Geoffrey De Havliana was imu- ried three weeks ago, at Johannesburg, to Miss Margaret Haus, eldest aaugn- ter of the millionaire of that name, to tthnm he has been acting as private mvi-etarv for the last eighteen montns nM Morson Daused, half rose irom his chair, dived into the tail pocket nf his coat, and produced a newspaper folded In four. He pushed it into my Here is 'The Johannesburg fatal, he said. "It contains an excellent an. nf what muBt have been a most Interesting wedding It had after all, only been an eclipse. Black and White. BETWEEN TWO SPURS OF ROCK. u.-. Marf Dswnwaro, inn ni' Finds a Comfortable Resting Place The tank In which the queen trig a floii rtwfl a rt. uitt Auuaiiuui " lined with calcareous tufa from up the Hudson River, and from this lining at end of the tank Jut out two stubby spurs of the porous rock, these spurs being st the same level ana noi far apart. The aueen trigger nsn, yeiiow an blue In col6r, Is not very thick, but R Is a deep bodied fish, something like a pumpkin seed In shape, only very many times larger, and when It comes edgewise to an opening it does not slide through as a nsn Dum on smaller lines might do, and what with its shape and all it finds those two stubby spurs Jutting out from one eno f ihn lank very convenient us a rest In olace. It swims over to that tank ana comes head first, and with the flat of Its body toward the end of the tank down from above In the water down, between those two rocky projections, sinking gently so until tne two euge vi . body touch the spurs, which then sup - port it, and lor nours at a nmo. port it. ana men iuo rests, It may be, for hours at a time. Those two convenient spurs of tufa may remina it ox siumi iui umw... of coral In the waters oi uermuaa, whence it came. This Is a favorite resting place for the queen trigger fish and often it re turns to it. One might think it would get dizzy suspended or supported there thus for so long, head downward but it never seems to. When it has rested there as long as it wants to It rises and swims and loafs around tne tame onn ainarentlv perfectly comfort able and with Its head all right. New York Sun. Reasonable Enough. "What' 8 your objection to the farm, mister?" "The land appears to be sunken." But that's owing to the heavy crops." Washington Herald. QUAINT AND CURIOUS. The whale carries 40 tons of boM. One-fifth of the immigrants come from Italy. The Bar association, the most Influ ential organization of its kind in the United States, has a membership of 1944. The University of Chicago has se cured the baseball libraries of A. G. Spalding, "Father" t'badwick and George Wright. At an altitude of 3500 feet, 25 per cent of the power of a gasolene motor is lost, owing to the decreased atmos pheric pressure. A Massachusetts man has obtained a patent on a spring clip with which new seats may be attached to chairs with a minimum of labor. The only attempt ever made to mine iron ore in British Columbia proved unprofitable. Zinc mining also is practically at a standstill. New York City, has on Its police force 187 men whose business it is to open and close doors and watch the persons who enter and leave. A French company plans to dam the Rhone to develop 100,000 horse power to restore navigation from the city of Lyons to Lake Geneva and to connect the Rhine and the Rhone uf a canal. A Scotchman has invented a chair canopy on a rrame line a winuow awning. It rolls up like a window shade on a Bprlng roller. The device can be quickly attached to a chair by spring rollers. In estimating the enormous hotel business of New York statisticians should not overlook the fact that the Bowery and Third avenue lodging bouses are accommodating nightly about 12,000 lodgers. Jonathan Dingier, a farmer near Dallnstown, Pa., recently missed rope which he had used to confine calf while he milked its mother, Finally he found a noose hanging frbm the corner of the calf's mouth and carefully pulling, brought forth all of .the missing rope, except the lower end, which had been digested The Duke of Atholl, now 68 years old, owner of 200,000 acres of land and deer forests, Is the only individual In Great Britain who has the right to maintain an army of soldiers. He keps up almost regal state at Blair castle In Perthshire, and he has an army of 300 men kilted, armed, reg ularly drilled and ready for war at any moment. Accounted For. On a recent voyage of the Pacific Mall liner China, Capt. Dan Friele- "Ninety Fathom Dan," as he Is called In affectionate tribute to his care for the lives and property dependent up on his skill was annoyed by the per sistent and not overwise chatter of a enrrulous passenger. Whenever the captain appeared on deck his per secutor was there waiting with some Idiotic question or inane and drawn out yarn. One day the wina Kicnea un a nasty sea In which the cnina pitched and tossed like an eggshell in not of boiling coffee. "Ninety atn om Dan in aripping uiibkiub, mu weather-beaten cheeks glowing from the lashing of the spray laden gale, came down from the bridge and at the saloon companlonway was way laid by the nest. The pest's complexion was a muddy green and It required no experienced eye to see that the China's antics had shaken his system full or blie. "Morning, captain," he said. "Morning," growled Dan, who start ed away in a hurry. "Oh, captain; Just a minute, per sisted the pest. "I've crossed the At lantic a dozen times in weather often worse than this, but I was never sea sick before. Can you account for it?" "Yes. sir." replied the captain "What do you think it is, captain? "Bad memory, sir!" San Francisco Cal. Hawks Killing Off Grasshoppers, Farmers living about six miles northeast of here were greatly as tonished Wednesday and Thursday by the number of hawks coming Into that section.' They say there are thousands of them and that they seem to have come from the North, They are of good size and resemble the chicken bawk. They nre feedlng on grasshoppers . Md are benefttlng tne rarmers to a d(Jgree hard t0 estlmate as they not only destroy the Insects but seem to b(j eaUng the eggs algo and ,f they gtay long the gras9nopper pest in that Bection at least will be destroyed. Tj0ngmont Correspondence Denver Republican A Distinguishing Feature. A woman entered a police station In Holland and asked the officer in charge to have the canals dragged. "My husband has been threatening for seme time, to drown himself," she explained, "and he's been missing now for two days." "Anything peculair about him by which he can be recognized," asked the officer, preparing to fill out a de scription blank. For several moments the woman seemed to be searching her memory. Suddenly her faco brightened. "Why. yes, sir. He's deaf." Ev erybody's. GROOMING COUNTS But II cannot make a Fair Skin cr Clouy Coat. 'Women with good complexions connot be homely. Creams, lotions, washes and powders eanuot make a fair skin. Every horseman knows that the satin coat of his thoroughbred comes from the animal's "all-right" condition. Lot the hone get "off hit feed" and his nnt in rni dull. Cur rying, brushing and rubbing will give him a clean coat, but cannot produce the eoveted smoothness and gloss of the horse's skin, which is his com plexion. The ladies will see the point. Lane's Family Medicine Is the best pre parntion for ladles who doslre s gentle lntotke medicine that will give the body perfect cleanliness internally and the wholesomeness that produces such skins at painters love to copy. At druggists', 2Sc. Indian Unrest. Unrest In India is obviously becom ing more ominous. That is confess ed by the government In Its enact ment of a "summary Justice" bill for dealing with sedition. For weeks the news from that empire has been al most dally marked with reports of dacolty, or of assasslnaatlon attempt ed or effected. Dynamite plots have been discovered, bomb-throwing has been indulged in, and Incitements to wholesale massacre and Insurrection have been and are numerous in the press. There have been hints at a general uprising In April next. Whether they are fulfilled or not, there can be little question that the government is now facing the most serious problem which it has had be fore It s'nee the great mutiny of half a century ago. Chicago Tribune. PATIEXT SCFFERIXQ. Many Women Think They Are Doomed to Backache. It Is not right for women to be al ways ailing with backache, urinary ills, headache and oth er symptoms of kid ney disease. There Is a way to end these troubles quickly. Mrs. John H. Wright, 606 East First St., Mitch ell, S. D., says: "I suffered ten years with kidney comnialnt and a doctor iold me 1 would never get more than temporary relief. A dragging pain and lameness in my back almost disabled me. - Dizzy spells came and went and the kidney secretions were irregular. Doan's Kidney Pills rid me of these troubles and I feel better than for years past." Sold by all dealers. 60c. a box. Foster-Mllhnrn Co.. Buffalo, N. Y. .. I . Supremacy of Law. The supremacy of the law is the first principle of popular government. Freedom of speech and freedom of the press depend upon it, as does all other freedom. When a free press challenges the law It challenges the guaranty of Us own existence. There is always an appeal to the people against unjust laws. The courts are open to appeal against unconstitution al laws. But there, is no opportunity under stable and safe government for the defianco of law. Neither pre judice nor friendly Interests should disguise the issue in this case. Bos ton Herald. Onlv One "Bromo Oulnine" That is Laxative Bromo Wuinine. Look lor the signature of K. W. Urove. Used the Itr i.i ..... . , , rA I ru. Or. VY onu over lu sui e vuiu iu vuw ioj w Cause for Indignation. The general manager of the Pull man Company is indignant at the sug gestion that the public has to tip the porters because they are underpaid. And he produces the books to show I shat the porters get a salary of $25 a J month. Philadelphia North American.! The Bent Laxative Garfield Teal Com posed of lierbs, it exerta a beneficial effect upon the entire system, regulating liver, kidneys, stomach and bowels. 3 Giles It is said that the scanty gar ments worn by the barbarous races account for the unusual longevity among them. Smiles I don't doubt it. Just look at the great age attained by our bal let girls. Chicago News. H. H, Greek's Boss, of Atlanta, Go., are the only successful Dropsy Specialists in the world. Bee their liberal offer In advertise ment in another column of this paper. "Why the dickens don't you stop?" asked the angry householder. "The fire is all out" "I know It," admitted the leader of the village hose company, ,"but they Vs three winnows not broke yet. In dianapolis Journal. Mrs. Finnegan Yer hoosbalnd drlsses as iv he wor a flure-walker er a banker! Phwere Is he wur-rkin'? Mrs. Flannagan Sure, he's got an illgant job In a horseless Livery stable. fadin air t thlm hobo-mobbtr.oooj! Puck. AN UNSURPASSED REMEDY I Pao's Cm it u miliaiJ I Mcdy (at cousIm, colck twill. UUHDS, lu7ff I ui threat mi k mm tkiael k Ikt iel oi th traubU tmi leamtr Hrtcmhadaiy condition!. Mothaa on sin nW childm Pin's Om PS with parfMotcaaMcaes n psweH nd treadea ma FuaatotMseailarT. At all dreaiW. 2S at. It!T r rltJ
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