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eirSfi iVsinfliWI&JlMj 'I fl ,fli, .y. ('fOfcJJt. 'CI H J Ll4k- -I ?- ."' " ' uinmiiiiiitnmiuiiiimimniiiiiiiiiiiin OT TfTTCO Depends Isrgoly O U iL-ilibb wPonono'.r.hya- " " 1-'"' leal condition. Nomtinor woman can do their beet work ir pouM.d wlih.1 weak stomach or a torpid liver. Don't bo csrelsse. Don't procrastinate. Dr. Pierce's Golden Medical Discovery proitwitM tho flnwof dltTMttvn fulep. Invigorates tho llvir and purines ami enriches tho blood. It make men nnd women strong in body ami sctlve in mind. Ask Your Druggist niiiiimiiutiiiiiiiiiiiiuiiiimnuimmirj r MlSftg" ' ! ...,.. w . ..ii ijMiyi M" "mi ii ii'i'i'i n'.?T s 't-(& . .& ) y3tH iXnim in w I fin Tt!AflEfrV1"Tki? Ilfi 1 , , . til ISmfll . ;-vW 3 .'kit I-,av.,'p '-f ,11 1 lnMAj)w$m ILJS' K m t ' : SYNOPSIS. Seorire Pcrcival AlKcrnon Jones, rice resident of the Metropolitan Oriental UK company of New York, thirsting for romance, 1b In Cairo on a business trip. Uoraco rtyanna arrives at the hotel in Cairo with a carefully guarded bundle. Ityanne sells Jones the famous holy Thl Pics ruff which he admits having stolen m a pasha at Bagdad. Jones meets Jor Callahan and later Is Introduced to rtune Chedsoye by a woman to whom had loaned 150 pounds at Monte Carlo omt months previously, and who turns jut to be Fortune's mother. Jones takes Mrs. Chrdsoye and Fortune to a polo ram. Fortune returns to Jones the money borrowed by lver mothor. Mrs. Chedsoye appears to be engnged in some thrariias enterprise unknown to the dawriilcr. Ryanne Interests Jones In the unlro Romance and Adventure corn sail, a concern which for a price will arr&nre any kind ot an adventure to or der. Mrs, Chedsoye, her brother, Malor Callahan, 'Wallace and Ryanne, as the United Romance and Adventure company, plan a risky enterprise Involving Jones. Ryanne makes known to Mrs. Chedsoye Jits intention to marry Fortune. Mrs. Chedsoye declares the will not permit It, Plans are laid to prevent Jones sailing for home. Ryanne steAlt Jones' letters Md cable dispatches. He wires agent in New Tork, In Jones' name, that he Is venting house In New York to some friends. Mahomed, keeper of the holy carpet, is on Rvanne's trail. Ryanne Jromlsee Fortune that he will see that ones comes to no harm as a result of his purchase of the rug. Mahomed accosts Ryanne and demands the Yhlordes rug. Ryanne tells him .Tonus has the rug and suggest the abduction of the New York Merchant as a mean of securing Its re turn. CHAPTER X-(Continued.) Stubborn as tho lock was, persever ance overcame It. Qcorgo then, as a light diversion, spread tho ancient Yhlordes over the trunk and stared at it In pleasurable contemplation. What a beauty It was! What exquisite blue, wfcat soft red, what minuto patterns I AHA this treasure was his. He leaned jn upon It with his two hands. A fcolor stole Into his cheeks. It had its Aouroo In an old confusion; school toys Jeering n mate seen walking homo from school with a girl. It was all rot, he perfectly knew, this wish ing business; and y-et he Hung into tho sun-warmed, sun-gilded space an ar dent wish, sent It speeding round the world" from cast to west, r'nst as heat, fast as light it traveled, for no sooner had It sprung from his mind than it sintered tho window of a room across tho corridor. Whether the window was open or shut was of no Importance whatever. Such wlBhes penetrated and went through all obstacles. And I'uia one touched Fortune's eyes, her hair, her lips; It caressed her In a thousand happy ways. But, ulas! such wishes ara without temporal power. ' Fortune never knew. She sat in a chair, her fingers locked tensely, her yea large and sot In gaze, her lips .compressed, her whole attitude one ot Impotent despair. George did not see her at lunch, and What a Bousoqueutly did not enjoy the hour. Was abe 1117 Had she gone awny? Would sho return beforo ho started T Me greeted tho Major as ono greets a long-lost friend; and by gradations George considered clevor indd, fcrought the conversation down to For tune, tto, the Major did uot know whero sho was. 4She had gone early to tho bazaars. Doubtless she was lunching ulono somowhere. Sho had the trick ot losing herself at times. Mrs,, Cbedsova was visiting friends at Bbepherd's. When did Mr. Jones leave for America! Whatl on the mor row? The Major shook hs head re eTetfully. Thero was no place like Cairo for Christmas. George called a carriage, drovo about the principal streets and shop ' ,plng districts, and used his eyes dili gently j but It was love's labor lost Not even when be returned at tea-tlmo did he, see her. Why hadn't he known and got up 7 He could hr.7e shown her the bszaars; and there wasn't a drago , nan in Cairo more familiar with them ' 4aa he. A wasted day, totally wasted, p jit- (Sbs HlMMtt "the lounging-nvpm till r 1 - -' M Mil ylBSBB I iipi nil .9L HP It was time to go up and dress for dinner. Tonight (as If the gods had turned George's futuro affaire over to the care of Momus) ho dressed nu If ho were going to tho opera; swallow tail, whlto vest, high collar and white lawn cravat, opcra-Fcdora, and thin soled pumps; all tl so habiliments and deml-hablllments supposed to mako tho man, When he reached what ho thought to bo tho glims of fashion and tho mold of form, he turned for tho first time toward his trunk. He did not rub his eyes; It wasn't at all npcossnry; tho thing ho saw, or rath er did not sec, was established beyond a doubt, as plainly definite as two and two are four. The ancient Yhlordes had taken upon Itself one of tho po tentialities of Its fabulous prototype, that of Invisibility; it was gone. CHAPTER XI. Episodic. Fortuno had Immediately returned from tho bazaars. And n kind of tor por blanketed her mind, usually so fertllo nnd active. For a tlmo the process of tho evolution of thought was denied hor; she tried to think, but there was an appalling lack of continu ity, of broken threads. It was like one ot those circumferential railways; she traveled, but did not get nnywhere. Ityanne had told her too much for his own sake, but too little for hers. She sat back in tho carriage, inert nnd listless, and Indctermlnedly likened hor condition to driftwood in tho ebb and flow of beach-waves. The color and commotion of tho streets worts no longer absorbed; it was as If nho wore riding through emptiness, through the unreality of a dream. Sho was oppressed and stifled, too; harb inger of Btorms. Mechanically sho dismissed tho car riage nt tho hotel, mechanically she went to her room, nnd In this semi conscious mood sat down In a chair, and there George's wish found hor, futllely. Oh, there was cna thing clear, clear as tho sky outside. All was not right; something was wrong; and this wrong upon ono sldo con cerned hdV mother, hor uncle and Ityanne, and upon tho othor side, Mr. Jones. Think and think as sho might, her endeavors envo her no single illu mination. Four blind walls surround ed hor. The United Romance and Ad venture company there could not pos sibly bo such a thing In existence; it was a Jest of Hyanno's to cover up something far more serious. She pressed her eyes with a hand. They ached dully, tho dull pain of bo wllderment, which these days recur red with frequency. A sense of time Beauty It Was. was lacking; for luncheon hour came And passod without her bolnK dellnlte- ly aware of it. This In itself was a puzzle. A Jaunt, such as she bad ta ken that rooming, always keened tho edge of her nnnetlte: and vot. thoro was no cravjng whatever. Yiioro was nor raotnori ir biio would only come now, tho cumulative doubts ot all these months should be put into speech. They had treated her as one would treat a child; It was neither just nor reasonable. It not as a child, but ns ono thoy dared not trust, then they were afraid of her. But why? She pressed hor bands to gether, impotcntly. Ryanne, clover as he was, had modo a slip or two which ho hnd sought to cover up with a Jest. Why should ho confoss himself to be a roguo unless his tongue had got tho better of his discretion? If ho was a rogue, why should her mother nnd hor undo mako use of him, If not .for roguery's sake? They wore fools, fools! It thoy hnd but seen and understood her as she was, she would have gone to tho bitter end with them, loyally, with sealed lips Rut no; they had Author of HEARTS .AND .MASKS Cho A1AN OH THE BOX &tcs. Illvisiraliorvs by M.G.Kjsxrvijr- . COPYUrOHT 1911 ly BOBBS - MERRILL COMPANY chosen not to see;' nnd in this had morally betrayed her. Ah, It rankled, and tho Injustice of It grow from pain to fury. At that moment, had sho known anything, sho certainly would have denounced them. Of what uso was loyalty, since nono of them sought it In Jior? The Major was wiBor than ho knew when ho spoko of tho hundredth dan ger, tho danger unforoBecn, the danger against which they could make no preparation. And ho would have been first to sense tho Irony of It could ho have seen whero this danger lay. Why should thoy wish the pleasant oung man out of tho way? Why xhould Ityanne wish to Inveigle him' 'nto tho hands ot this man Mahomed? Was It merely self-preservation, or something deeper, moro sinister? Think I Why couldn't sho think of something? It was only a little pleas ure trip to Cairo, they had told her, and when sho had asked to go along, thoy seemed willing enough, nut they had come to this hotel, when formerly they had always put up at Shop hoard's. A here again tho question why? Was it bocauso Mr. Jones was staying here? Sho liked him, what llt tlo she had seen ot him. He was out of an altogether different world than that to which sho wns accustomed. Ho was neither insanely mad over cards nor a social Idler. Ho was a young man with a real Interest In life, a worker, notwithstanding that ho was roputcd to be independently rich. And her mother had once borrowed money of him, novor Intending to pay It back. Tho shame of It! And why should sho approach him t!io very first day and recall the Incident, If not with the ul terior purposa of using him further7 Ah a hall strikes a wall only to re bound to tho thrower, so it was with all theso questions. Thoro was never any answer. Tired out, mentally and physically, sho laid her hoad upon tho cool top of tho stand. And in this position her jnothor, who hnd returned to dress for tea, found her. Believing Fortuno to be asleep, Mrs. Chedsoye dropped a hand upon her shoulder. Fortune raised her head. "Why, child, what Is tho matter?" the mother asked. Tho face sho suw was not tear-stained; it was as cold and passionless as that by which sculp tors represent their Interpretations of Justice. "Matter?" Fortuno spoke, In a tone that did not rcaesuro tho othor. "In tho first place I have only ono real question to ask. It depends upon how you answer It. Am I really your daughter?" "Really my daughter?" Mrs. Ched soye stepped back', genuinely aston ished. "Iteally my daughter? Tho child is madl" ub It addressing an im aginary third person. "What makes you ask soch a silly question?" Shol was In a hurry to change her dress, but tho new attitude ot this child of hers warranted some patience. "That is no answer," said Fortune. wiui uio unmuveu uoimerauon of a prosecuting attorney. "Certainly you are my daughter." "Good. If you had denied It, I Bhould have hold my peace; but since you admit that I urn of your flesh and blood, I am going to force you to rec ognize that in such a capacity I havo some rights. I did not ask to come Into this world; but Insomuch as I am hero, I proposo to become an Indi vidual, not a thing to bo given bread ana Dutter upon sufferance. I have boon talking with Horace I mot him In the bazaars this morning. Ho satd some things which you must answer." "Horace? And what has ho said, pray tell?" Her expression was flip, pant, but a certain Inquietude peno tratcd her heart and nccolorntod its beating. What had the lovelorn fool said to tho child? "Ho said that ho wob not a cood man, and (hat you tolerated him bo causo ho ran errands for ou. What kind of errands?" Mrs. Chedsoye did not know wheth er to laugh or take tho child by the shoulders and shake her soundly. "He was laughing when he said that. Er rands? One would scarcely call It that." "Why did you renew tho acquaint ance with Mr. Jones, when jou know that you never Intended paying b'"1' that loan?" Hero was a quostion, Mrs. Chedsoye realized, from tho look of tho child, that would not boar evasion. "What mukes you think I never In tended to repay him?" x Fortuno laugned. It did not sound grateful In tho mother's ears. "Mother, this Is a crisis; It can not bo mot by co'untor-quoBtlonB nor by flippancy. Vou know that you did not intend to pay him. What I de mand to know is, why you spoko to him again, so offably, why you seemed so eagor to enter into his good graces onco raoro. Answer that." Her mother pondered. For onoe sho was ronly at a loss. Tho unexpected ness of this phase caught her off hor balance. She saw one thing vividly, rogretfully: she had missed a valuable point In tho game by not adjusting her play to tho growth ot the child, who bad, with the phenomenal sud denness which still baffles the psy chologists, stepped out ot girlhood into womanhood, all in a day. What a fool she had been not to have left the child at Mentone! "I am waiting," said Fortune. "Thero aro more questions; but I want this one answered first" "This is pure Insolence!" "Iniolcnoo ot a kind, ye3." "And I refuse to answer. I havo somo authority still.," . "Not so much, mother, as you had yesterday. You refuse to explain?" "Absolutely!" "Then I shall Judge you without mercy." Fortuno roso, her eyes blaz ing passionately. Sho caught her mother by tho wrist, and sho was tho stronger of tho two. "Can't you un derstand? I nm no longer a child, I am a woman. I do not ask, I demand!" Sho drew the older woman toward her, eye to eye. "You palter, you always palter; palter and evade. You do not know what frankness and truth aro. Is the continual evasion calculated to still my distrust? Yes, I distrust you, you, my mother. You havo made the mistake of leaving mo alono too much. I havo always distrusted you, but I never knew why." Mrs. Chodsoyo tugged, but Ineffectu ally. "Let go!" "Not till I havo done. Out of tho patchwork, squares have been formed. What of tho men who used to come to tho villa and play cards with Uncle George, tho men who went away and never came back? What of your long disappearances of which I know noth ing except that -ono day you vanished and upon another you enmo back? Did you think that I was a fool, that I had no tlmo to wonder over these things? You havo never tried to make a friend of raej you havo al ways dono your best to antagonize mo. Did you hate my father o much that, when his death put him out of range, you had to concentrate it upon me? My father!" Fortune roughly flung nBldo the arm. "Who knows about him, who ho was, what he was, what ho looked llko? As a child, I used to ask you, but never would you speak. All I know about him nurse told mo. This much has nlwnys burned my mind: you married him for wealth that he did not have. What do you mean by this simple young man across tho corridor?" Mrs. Chedsoyo was pale, and tho ar tistic touch of rouge upon her cheeks did not dlpgulso tho pallor. Tho true evidence lay in tho whltenesB of her nose. Never In her varied life had sho felt more helpless, moro Impotent. To be wild with rage, and yet to be -Nip "Certainly You poworless! That alertness of mind, that mental buoyancy, which had al ways given her the power to return a volley In kind, hnd deserted hor. Prosperity Came in Jumps a Good Story From Which Private John Allen Drew a Rule to Guide His Conduct. Private John Allen, during his long service as representative of Mississip pi in congress, was Importuned on one occasion to make an after-dinner speech at a banquet nt which bo was to bo a guest "No I" said tho "private," "I will make a before-dinner a pooch but none aftor dinner." When reminded that a before-dinner speech was qulto out ot the or dinary, and was asked tor his rea son for desiring to make his speech before dinner, he told the following story: There was a ne'er-do-well that lived near Tupelo, my home town, Moreover, sho was dlstlrfctly alarmed. This little fool, with a turn of her hand, might send tottering Into ruins the skillful planning of months. "Aro you in love with him?" aiming to gain time to regather her scattered thoughts. "Lovo?" bitterly. ,"l am in a flno mood to love any ono. My question, my question," vehemently; "my ques tion!" "I refuse absolutely to answer you!" Anger was first to reorganize its forces; and Mrs. Chedsoyo felt tho heat of It run through her veins. But, oddly enough, It was angor directed less toward tho child than toward her own palpable folly and oversight "Then I shall leave you. I will go out into the world and earn my own bread and butter. Ahi" a little brok enly, "it you had but given mo a llttlo kindness, you do not know how loynl I should have boon to you! But no; I am and always havo been the child that wasn't wanted." The despair in tho gesture that fol lowed these words Btlrred tho moth-, cr's calloused heart, moved it .strange ly, mysteriously. "My child!" sho said impulsively, holding out her hands. "No." Fortuno drew back. "It is too late." "Have it so. But you speak of go ing out Into tho world to earn your own bread and button What do you know about the world? What could you do? You have never dono any thing but read romantic novels nnd moon nbout in the flower-garden. Fool ish chit! Harm Mr. Jones? Why? For what purpose? I have no moro Interest In him than if ho were One of those mummies over in tho muse um. And I certainly meant to repay him. I should have dono so if you hadn't taken tho task upon your own brond shoulders. I am In a hurry. I am going out to Mona House to tea. I've let Celeste off for tho day, so pleaso uphook my waist and do not bother your head about Mr. Jonea." Sh turned her back upon her daughter, quito confident that she had fo the time suppressed tho incipient rebel lion. She heard Fortuno crossing the room. "What are you doing?" petu lantly "I am ringing for tho hall-maid." And Fortune ' resumed her chair, picked up her Baedeker, and becamo apparently absorbed over the map of Assuan. Again wrath mounted to her moth- Aro My Daughter.' cr's head, She could combat anger, tears, protestations; but this indiffer ence, studied and unflllal, left her weaponless; and sho was too wise to some yoars ago named Bill Jones. Bill had a brother Bob, who had gone to Texas quite u while before, and reports said that he was enjoying a fair share ot worldly prosperity. Whon a Toxan, from the town in which Bob had located, came to Tupelo, bo looked up Bob, who said to him: "Tell Bob that I have a largo fam ily, and things aro against mo some how, and if he can glvo me a little assistance it will be greatly appre ciated." Ho continued on this strain tor some time so that the Toxan to re lieve tho .situation proposed that thoy .have a drink. The drink was dis posed ot, and BUI was cheered up con slderably: began to tell what a good cropxhe would have thia year, eta unbrldlo her tongue, much as sb longed to do so, Sho was beaten, Not an agreeable sensation to ono wa counted only her victories. "Fortune, later you will be sorry for this spirit," she said, when sho felt the tremor of wrath no longer in her throat. Fortuno turned a page, nnd Jotted down some notes with a pencil. Sad as she was at heart, tragic as she know the result of this outbreak to be, she could hardly repress a smile at tho thought of her mother's dis comfiture. And so the chasm widened, and went on widening till the end of time. Mrs. Chedsoye was glad that the hall-maid knocked and camo In just then. It at least saved her the ig nominy of a retreat. She dressed, however, with the same deliberate caro that she had always used. Noth ing ever deranged her sense of pro portion relative to her toilet, nothing ever made her forget Its importance. "Good-by dear," she said. "I shall be in at dinner." If the maid had any suspicion that there had been a quarrel, she should at least be Im pressed with the fact that she, Mrs. Chedsoye, was not to blame tor it Fortune nibbled tho end of her pen cil. Tho door closed behind' her mother and tho maid. She waited for a time. Then she sprang to tho window and stood there. She saw her mother driven oft. Sho was dressed in pearl grey, with a Reynolds hat of grey velour and sweeping plumes: as hand somo and distinguished a woman as could be found that day in all Cairo. Tho watcher threw her Baedeker, her note-book, and her pencil violently Into a corner. It had come to her at last, this thing that she had been striving for since noon. Sho did not care what tho risks were; tho storm was too high In her heart to listen to tho volco of caution. She would do It; for she Judged It tho ono thing, In justlco to her own blood, sho must accomplish. She straightway dressed for the street; and If she did not glvo the same caro as her mother to tho vital function, sho produced an effect that merited comparison. Sho loitered before the porter's bu reau till sho saw him busily engaged in answering questions ot some wom en tourists. Then, with a slight but friendly nod, she stepped into the bu reau and stopped before, tho key-rack. She hung up her key, but took it down again, as if she had changed her mind. At least, this was the por ter's impression as he bowed to hor In tho midst of the verbal bombard ment. Fortuno went up-stairs. Ten or fifteen mlnutc3 elapsed, when she returned, hung up the key, and walked briskly toward the side-entrance at the very moment George, in his fruit less search of her, pushed through tho revolving doors in front And all the time she was wondering how it was that her knees did not given un der. It was terrible. She balanced between laughter and tears, hysteri cally. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Dental Training. . Fifteen years from now if I have any teeth left for anybody to fool with I shall hire a certain Chinese boy to. do the fooling," a New York sales man said. "He will be grown up then. I saw htm the other day down In Chinatown. He was pulling pegs out of a board with his fingers. The pegs had been driven pretty tight Into holes In tho board, and It took a good deal ot strength to get th"em out "'That Is a funny game for him to play,' I said td a white man who knows the quarter. "'Game!' said he. "That Is not a game. The boy is going to be a den tist. His folks have made up their minds about that, and ho has com menced enrly to strengthen his Augers. They train them that way in China because thero they pull teeth with tho fingers. Ho will not .pull with his fin gers here, but the strength and skill will come in handy, just the same." Yellow Fever Germ. The theory that mosquitoes convey the disease known as "yellow fever" Is many years old, but it wbb not un til tho year 1895 that It was proven to be true. During that year Major Ronald Ross, working In India along tho lines of Sir Patrick Mauson's the ory, .demonstrated that mosquitoes ot the genus called anopheles clarifer conveyed the disease. In 1897-98 ex periments fn Cuba and other parts ot the world established a similar con clusion. It Is in consequence of this discovery that tho dread dlsaaso la now being so largoly checked in the countries where it has hltnerto been so destructive ot human life. Anotherfdrlnk was taken with a like result, and niter about tho fourtn nna been disposed of, ho slapped th Tex an on tho back and saia; "When you see Dob, you tell him if ho or any of his friends need any money, just draw on me for it and they will gst it" For Unbelievers. "Why did you cover that board with paint and loan It against your gate post?" 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Fa ther was determined to mako him a great business man, a vorltablo cap tain of industry. Ono day mother "hoard loud screams coming from an adjoining room and rushed in to in vestigate tho cause of the trouble. Father was vigorously administering a dose of "strap oil" to the young hopeful. "Ikoy! Ikey! Vy for ypu are lick ing liddle Jakoy?" "Bccauso I cnught him in a lie; dot's, vy," replied, father, continuing tho chastisement. "A Ho? You say a Uo?" . "Yes; I vill teach him to Ho hotter dot eof I haff to break eltory bona hees body." -Exchange. WHICH ONE. t2L "It's too bad that wo have to eat our first Thanksgiving dinner in a restaurant, but we have ono thing to be thankful for. Wo havo each other." "Yes; you should bo thankful." Gllvng Away the Secret, Willing to have his neighbors think ho was a fine musician, Drown Install ed a mechanical piano near a front window of his home, whero he spent hours each day pedaling out melodies. "Your father is a great piano player, Isn't he?" ono of tho neighbors re marked to Brown's boy William one afternoon. "Yep," replied William, "but it makes his feet awful soro." Evening Matters Up. Mrs. March took a bite of tho cake, and laid it down hastily. "Norah," sho said, "did you follow the recipe, or dos you usually do and guess?" "Sure, mum, I follow tho recipe, only I put in six eggs Instead of four, because two was bad, and I wanted to even 'em up." Youth's Campanion. He only is rich who owns tho day and no one owns the day who allows it to bo invaded with worry, and fret and anxiety. Emerson. Art may be long, but it's different with most artists. r Shivery , Mornings You can have a taste of the summer sunshine of the com fields by serving a dish of Post Toasties These crisp flavoury bits of toasted white corn make an appetizing dish at any time of year. Try them in February and taste the delicate true maize flavour. 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