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HER SEVENTH ANSWER
By FRANK H. MELOON.
! "You've certainly transformed the
room," I said to Edith, opening the
door and walking in, in response tc
her bidding. It had originally been
Tapestry hangings now hid the face
of timbers rough-hewn in the days
when Washington was young and
Fourth of Julys like any other day,
for the house itself was of colonial
antiquity, and there were wide divans
on which one was allowed to sit
among dozens of cushions done in
colors to the rainbow unknown. There
was a writing desk of odd design in
one corner, and a desk from the
depths of which t much-used type
writer was apt to half emerge, like a
Jack-in-the-box, if one walked about
with a heavy step. There was the us
ual array of brass articles used for
"Now," she went on, "very much
of what I've been able to do has been
owing to your kindness. Of course
I thank you, Robert"
"I shall receive my reward some
day," I reminded her.
"So the Good Book says."
"Oh, I am speaking of temporal
"Your mind should be above them,"
"You are as near an approach to
divinity as I care for at present," I
"You should be ashamed to say so.
What is any one cf us after all?
What are our little loves, our half
formed fancies but things of a day
shadows that croBs the face of the
great sun of fame?"
"But my love is not a little love,
neither ls it the thing of a day," I
"Very well," this with resignation.
On the table lay a sheet o? Edith's
work, done In a masculine chiro
graphy popular of late years.
"What Is this a map of?"I asked,
"It's not a map. lt's the start of a
"Where's the rest of it?"
"Oh, I haven't thought lt all out
yet," with a sigh.
"Do you know what the title is to
"I haven't decided on one."
"Will you let me suggest a title for
"But you don't know what the story
"ls there any connection," I asked,
meekly, "between a story and its
"Certainly," sniffed Edith, indig
"Then there's a missing link to
some," I declared/
"Those are by Inferior authors."
"To change the subject, have you
sold any stories of late?" I asked.
"No, Robert, you are more partial
to me than tho editors are."
"Confound them;'I've half a mind
to call on two or three of them and
let 'em know what I think of their
judgment!" I exclaimed, viciously.
"If I can't win by merit, 1 don't
want to win," she declared stoutly.
"Edith," I asked, tenderly, "why
couldn't you write just the same after
we were married?"
"Of all the impudence! I've not
said we were going to be yet, have I?
And. besides, marriage is said to be
an impediment Lo a literary career."
"Aren't so-and-so married?" I asked,
naming over a half dozen of the best
known feminine authors of the day.
1 didn't know whether they were or
not, but spun them off at random.
"I suppose so," she admitted, doubt
I pursued my unscrupulously gained
"For the seventh time, Edith," I
warned, "I am going to ask you to
And for the seventh time-" she
"Now, Edith," I Interposed. "I am
only human and I can't go on this
way forever. I have here"-and I
showed it to her-"a ticket to Havana.
Shall I buy another, or go alone to
Edith looked me squarely in the
face. Her own was rather white. She
"The seventh time." I said quietly,
taking up my hat. "That was the
title I was going to suggest for your
There WSB a long silence. Edith's
face was half averted, but what I
could see led me to hope.
"You are going?" she asked in a
voice intended to be quite steady, bat
still looking away from me.
"If you tell me to," I replied.
"Can't you get the tickets for a
week from tomorrow?" she asked.
And that was Edith's seventh an
(Copyright, by Daily Story Pub. Co.)
Siege of Crete.
Crete deserves mention of our list of
memorable Bleges, for in Cretan his
tory we find the longest siege on rec
ord, besides which Troy's ten years
Beem but a skirmish. In 1648 theTurkB,
attempting to conquer the Island, laid
siege to the cupital city of Candia,
which, however, did not surrender un
til September, 1869, after 21 years.
Again in 1821, when the Cretan? re
volted, the defeated Turks were able
to hold the fortified cities against all
attacks, and many of them were still
nncaptured when the powers inter
vened nine years later.
(Conducted by the National Woman's
Christian Temperance Union.J
TENDENCY TO SHORTEN LIFE
Insurance Companies Testify to Be
lief That Use of Alcohol le Dan
gerous to Longevity.
All Insurance companies have long
recognized the fact that even the mod
erate use of alcohol shortens life. This
is evidenced by the answers made to
a Question sent out to various com
panies by a New York paper. The
question read as follows:
As a rule, other things being equal,
do you consider the habitual user of
intoxicating beverages as good an In
surance risk as the total abstainer?
If not, why not?
The replies were: i
Aetna Life: No. Drink diseases the
Bankers' Life: No. For habit is like
ly to grow.
Berkshire Life: No. Drink destruc
tive to health.
Fidelity Mutual Life association:
No. Less vitality and recuperative
Kartford Life: No. Moderate use
lays foundation for disease.
Massachusetts Mutual Life: No.
Drink causes organic changes. Re
duces expectation of life nearly two
Michigan Mutual: No. Drink dan
gerous to health and longevity.
Mutual Life: No.
New York Life: No.
Pacific Mutual Life: No. Pr?dis
poses to disease.
Provident Savings Life Assurance
society: No. Drink cuts short life ex
Security Mutual Life: No. Drink
Union .Central Life: No. Use tends
to shorten life.
United States: No. Use affects
heart, stomach, liver and kidneys.
VITAL QUESTION OF REVENUE
Cost to National Government From
Saloon Evil ls Comparatively Light
-Income is Immense.
The most dangerous phase of the
revenue question is the national one.
The cost to the national treasury from
the saloon evil is comparatively light,
and the revenue derived ls a very
large sum. The reports of the com
missioners of internal revenue, issued
August, 1910, shew receipts of $298,
601.500.09. This immense revenue
paralyzes the moral nerve of the au
thorities at Washington, and little
help in controllin, he evil can be ex
pected from t. -t quarter until the
work in the various states is far ad
Government officials and the public
generally will some time be convinced
that it is a short-sighted economy,
very poor financiering, to foster an in
dustry which makes so many people
non-producers, results in the degen
eration of whole families, and throws
an army of incapables upon the state
and upon "charity." Imagine this na
tion free from drunkards, and with
the criminal and pauper population re
duced to one-tenth of its present show
ing-how many more people there
would be earning regular incomes and
paying legitimate taxes! Facts per
taining to this side of the question
are piling up in prohibition states,
counties and towns, and are doing
much toward answering the revenue
argument of the anti-prohibiticnists.
For obvious reasons this argument is
not so conspicuous where the terri
tory covered by prohibition is local;
and the more local the proposed law
the less opposition from the fiscal
A Dutchman's Logic.
A temperance meeting was being
held in a mission hall, and several
speakers had dealt with the evils o?
alcohol and the benefits of sobriety
Among the gentlemen on the platform
there waB a genial Dutchman, who
was asked to speak, and after some
hesitation he did so in the following
manner: "I shall tell you how not vas
I put mine hand on my head, and
there was one big pain. Then I put
mine hand in my pocket, and there
WOB nothings. Now there ish no more
pain in my head. The pains in mine
body is all gone away. I put mine
handB in mine pockets, and there ish
?20. So I shall stay wit the temper
Time to Think.
"Laws have been made striving to
keep men sober on election day, but
what we want is to keep the citizen
ship of America sober every day in
the year, so that they will have had
full time to know what liberty means,
to know what the welfare of America
Peril, Loss and Inefficiency.
Science and bitter experience are
teaching that the use of spirits is de
structive to the efficiency and health
fulness of all who use it. In the busi
ness world the great struggle is to
keep alcohol, and alcoholic brains out
of responsible positions, for the selfish
reason that it means peril, loss and in
efficiency.-Journal of Inebriety.
It is just about as easy to buy re
finement as it is to grasp a sunbeam.
TRAIL OF THE SERPENT
By A. F. BONNEY.
Mollie Chapman stood In the door*
?way of her ranch house home.
"You are just mad at me, Charley
Farrel," she cried, " 'cause I went rid
ing with Mr. McIntyre."
"I don't just trust these tenderfeet
who come browsing around in store
clothes," he replied.
"Jealous, ain't you?" she jeered.
"No, not jealous," he said, low and
Quiet-like, "only, I love you-"
" 'I love you, I love you,' " she
mocked. "I don't believe you love a
thing on earth except yourself and
that brute of a pony you ride."
"Of course I love Nig," he said, "and
BO do you."
She stared unwinkingly at the di?
tant mountains. Still, I lote yon bet
ter than anything else In the world.
"Jim Noman told me the same thing
Farrel left her abruptly.
Presently, as she worked, a voice
from a near-by window startled her.
"May I come in, Miss Mollie?" lt
"Why, Mr. McIntyre, where did you.
"Same old place," laconically.
"And what brought yon here?" inr
"Same old thing-no-I mean-er
"Your horse?" ignoring his meanr
"Well, I rode the pony, of course,"
he laughed, "as I am much too lazy to
walk. However, I did not come toi
see the horse," with a suggestive ao
cent on the "&ee."
"Want to see dad?" clattering the
dishes she was washing.
"Saw him on the way over."
"Maybe yo? want to see Mr. Farrel?'
"Charley? Oh, he is down at thei
corail, playing with Niggar. No, Molr
Turned at the First Sound of the
lie, I came to see you," leaning In at J
the window and trying to take her
She turned on him in blind, uprear
"You just want to see me," she
stormed. "Well, look at me, with
your big, green eyes, Chase McIntyre,
and what do you see? Think I'm a'
"What have I ever done to cause
you to talk so to me?" \
"Jim Noman says-"
"He says," came a snarling voice
from behind McIntyre, "that yer a
- - Bneak, trying to get yer iron
onto other people's cattle."
McIntyre had turned at the first
sound of the man's voice to find him
self looking into the muzzle of a pis
Mollie scrambled through the win
"Jim Noman, you quit!" she
McIntyre thrust the girl aside, an
act of chivalry -which saved his life?,
for his enemy fired the instant he
moved, and while the bullet missed
his heart, it shattered his arm. There
was another spurt of flame and smoke,
and the girl hid her face in her
arms, that she might not see. Then
she heard a steady voice.
"Now you hit the trail, Jim Noman,"
and looked up to see the man holding
his mangled hand, which he gazed at
in horror, with Farrel standing by,
smoke still curling from the muzzle
of Ms gun.
bandaging the wounded arm as best!
he could, Farrell started to get his
horse to go for the doctor, thirty miles,
away. When be returned for a final
word with his patient he found Mollie'
just outside the door, weeping bit-:
"I did not think you cared so EUCH
for him, Mollie," he said, "or I'd have;
hit the trail long ago."
He stopped when he saw Mein-,
tyre's face over the girl's shoulder, a
nev pain in every feature. i
"I always gave you credit for hav
ing a little horse sense, Charley," he
said. "I'm hurt in more ways than
one, old man," he s'id, his Ups twitch
ing, "but take her, and may God bleBS1
When McIntyre recovered from a
a deadly swoon, Mollie's face was on'
bis pillow, which was wet with her
"I-I-tried to-to-love you, Mr.
McIntyre-Chase," she sobbed, "but I
found I loved Charley, you see. And
-and I'm only fit to be a cowman's
wife anyway, you know."
"Yes, Mollie, I know," he said, turn
ing his face to the wall.
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