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THEIR JEW. NEIGHBOR
By LUCY CONKEY.
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Challls Wrandalt Is found murdered In
n road house near New York. Mrs. Wran
lall Is summoned from the city and Iden
tifies the body. A young woman who ac
companied Wrandall to the Inn 'and sub
Boqucntly disappeared. Is suspected.
Wrandalt, It appoars. had led a (ray life
and neglected his wlfo. Mrs. Wrandall
starts back for New York In an auto dur
ing a blinding snow storm. On tho way
she meets a young woman In the road
who proves to bo tho woman who killed
Wrandall. Feeling that tho girl had done
her a service In ridding her of tho man
who though she lovrd him deeply, had
caused her great sorrow. Mrs. wrandall
determines to shield her and takes her to
her own homo. Mrs. Wrandall hears the
story of Hetty Castleton's life, except that
portion that rolatea to Wrandall. This
and tho story of tho tragedy she forbids
tho girt ever to tell. 8ho offers Hetty a
home, friendship and security from peril
on account of the tragedy. Mrs. Barn,
Wrandall and Hetty attend the funeral
of Challis Wrandall at the homo of his
, CHAPTER IV Continued.
Besldo Sara Wrandall, on tho small,
pink divan, oat a stranger In this som
bor company: a young woman In
black, whose palo faco was uncovered,
and whose lashes wore lifted so rarely
that ono could not know ot tho deep,
real pain that lay behind thorn, In her
Irish blue eyes.
Sho bad arrived at tho house an
hour or two before the time set for
tho ceremony, In company with tho
widow. True to her resolution, tho
widow of Challis Wrandall had re
mained away from tho homo of bis
people until the last hour. She had
been consulted, to bo sure, in rogard
to1 the final arrangements, but the
meetings had taken place in her own
apartment, many blocks distant from
tho houso In lowor Fifth avenue. Tho
afternoon befpro she had received
Redmond Wrandall and Leslie, his
son. She had not sent for them. They
camo perfunctorily and not through
any senso of obligation. These two
at loast knew that sympathy was not
what sho wanted, but poaco. Twice
during t,ho two trying days, Leslie had
come to see her, Vivian telephoned.
On the occasion of hie first visit,
Leslie had met tho guest in tho house.
Tho second time ho called, he made
it a point to ask Sara all about her.
It was ho who gently closed tho
door after tho two women when, on
the morning of the funeral, thoy en
tered tho dark, flower-laden room In
which stood the casket containing tho
body of his brother. Ho left them
alone together in that room for half
an hour or more, and it was ho who
went forward to meet them when thoy
come forth. Sara leaned on his arm
as sho ascended the stairs to tho room
where the others were waiting. The
4 ashen-faced girl followed.
Mrs. Wrandall, tho elder, kissed
Sara and drew her down beside her
on the couch. To her own surprise, as
well as that of tho others, Sara broke
down and wept bitterly. After all,
sho was sorry for Challis' mother. It
was the human instinct, sho could not
hold out against It And the older
woman put away tho ancient grudge
she held against this mortal enemy
and dissolved into tears of real com
passion. A little later she whispered broken
ly In Sara's ear: "My dear, my dear,
"this has brought us together. I hopo
.you will learn to lovo mo."
Sara caught her breath, but uttered
i no word. Sho looked Into her mother-in-law's
oyes, and smiled through her
tears. Tho Wrandalls, looking on in
amaze, saw tho smilo reflected in the
faco of tho older woman. Then it was
that Vivian crossed quickly and put
her arms about the shoulders of her
alBtcr-in-lnw. The whlto flag on both
Hetty Castleton stood alono and wa
Torlng, just inside tho door. No
atrangor situation could bo imagined
than the one in which this unfortunato
girl found "herself at the presept mo
ment Sho was virtually In tho hands
of those who would destroy her; sho
was In tho houso of thoso who most
dooply were affected by her act on
tthat fatal night Among them all she
stood, facing them, listening to the
moans and sobs, and yot ber limbs djd
not glvo way beneath her. . . .
Soma one gently touched her arm.
It was Leslie. Sho shrank back, a
fearful look in her eyos. In tho semi
darkness he failed to noto tho expros
ion. "Won't you sit hero?" ho asked, in
dicating tho little pink divan against
tho wall. "Forgtoo mo for letting you
stand so long."
Sho looked about hor, the wild light
otllj In her eyos. Sho was like a rat
In a trap.
Her lips parted, but tho word of
thanks did not como forth. A strange,
Inarticulate sound, almost a gasp,
camo Instead. Pallid as a ghost, she
dropped limply to tho divan, and dug
N ber fingers into tho satin Boat. As
1 fascinated, sho stared over tho
black heads of tho three women imme
diately In front of her at the full-
viKth portrait hanging where the
1 from tho hall fell upon It: the
dashing youth In riding
- Wrandall came
raven-llko specters -in toarlng hor to
pieces if thoy but knowt
Tho droning volco camo up from bo
low, oach well-chosen word distinct
and clear: tribute beautiful to the Irre
proachable character of tho deceased.
Losllo watched the face of tho girl,
curiously fascinated by tho sot emo
tionless foatures, and yot without a
conscious Interest In her. Ho was
dully Bonslblo to tho fact that sho mi
beautiful, uncommonly boautiful. It
did not occur to him to fool that sho
was out of place among them, that she
belonged down stairs. Somohow she
was a part of tho surroundings, like
tho specter at tho foast
If ho could have witnessed all that
transpired whilo Sara was in the room
below with hor guest her companion,
as ho had come to regard her without
having in fact been told as much he
would have been lost in a mazo of the
most overwhelming emotions.
To go back: Tho door had barely
closed behind tho two women when
Hetty's trembling knees gavo way be
neath her. With a low moan of hor
ror, sho slipped to the floor, covering
hor face with her hands.
Sara knelt besldo her.
"Como," she said gently, but firmly;
"I must exact thlB much of you. If
wo are to go on together, as wo have
planned, you must stand besldo me at
his bier. Together wo must look upon
him for tho last time. You must see
htm as I saw him up there in tho
country. I had my cruel blow that
night It Is your turn now. I will not
blamo you for what you did. But it
you expect mo to go on bellovlng that
you did a bravo thing that night, you
must convince mo that you are not a
coward now. It is the only test I shall
put you to. Come; I know It Is hard,
I know It is terrible, but It is tho true
test of your ability to go through with
it to tho end. I Bhall know then thnt
you have tho courage to face anything
that may como up."
Sho waited a long tlmo, her hand on
the girl's shouldor. At last Hetty
"You are right" she said hoarsely.
"I should not be afraid."
Later on Jhoy sat ovor against the
wall beyond tho casket, into which
thoy had peered with widely varying
emotions. Sara had said:
"You know that I loved him."
Tho girl put her hands to her eyes
and bowed hor head.
"Ob, how can you bo so merciful
"Because ho was not" said Sara,
white-lipped. Hetty glanced at the
half-averted faco with queer, Indescrib
able expression in hor oyes.
If Losllo Wrandall could have looked
In upon them at that moment, or at
any tlmo during tho half an hour that
followed, ho would have known who
was tho slayer of his brother, but it
is doubtful If ho could have had tho
heart to denounce her to tho world.
When thoy were ready to leave tho
room Hetty bad regained control of
hor norma to n mnnt nnrnrlRlnir nxtnnt.
a condition unmistakably duo to thoi
Influence of tho older woman.
"I can trust myself now, Mrs. Wran
dall," said Hetty steadily as they hes
itated for an Instant before turning
tho knob ot the door.
"Then I shall ask you to open the
door," said Sara, drawing back.
Without a word or a look, Hetty
opened tho door and permitted tho
other to pass out before her. Then
sho followed, closing It gently, ovon
deliberately, but not without a swift
glanco over her shoulder into the
depths ot the room they were leaving.
Of tho two, Sara Wrandall was the
paler as they wont up tho broad stalr
caso with Losllo.
The funeral oration by tho Rev. Dr.
Maltby dragged on. Among nil his
hearers there was but one who bo
lleved tho things ho said of Challis
Wrandall, and sho was ono of two per
sons who, so they saying goes, are
Hetty's Trembllnp; Knees Gave Way
tho last to find a man out; his mother
and his sister. But In this instance
the mother was alono. The silent.
Wtontlvo .guests on the lower floor
nd in grim aDDroval: Dr. Maltby
ed in g
hlmsolf .proud. Not ono but
'"8W that Maltby knew.
Jnit he, was.
of Her Hand
by ceoROutn fitscurcMtan : coryM?w;9t2 ay JX)DQ,rtiDZ company
Discussing a SIster-ln-Law.
"You remember my sister-in-law,
don't you, Brandy?" was tho question
that Leslie Wrandall put to a friend
ono aftornoon, as they sat drearily In
a window of ono of tho fashtonablo up
town clubs, a llttlo more than a year
after the events described in tho fore
going chaptors. Drearily, I havo said,
for tho reason that it was Sunday, and
raining at that
"I ,t Mrs. Wrandall a fow years
ago In Homo," said his companion, ro;
newing interest In a conversation that
had died som tlmo before ot its own
exhaustion. "Sh' most attractive. I
saw her but once, t think It was at
"She's returning to Nisw York tho
end of tho month," said Leslie "Been
abroad for over a year. She hwl a
villa at Nice this winter."
"I remember hor qulto well. I was
of an ago then to bo particularly son
sltlvo to female lovollness. If I'd boon
staying on In Romo, I should have
screwed up tho courage, I'm sure, to
have asked hor to sit for mo."
Brandon Booth was ot an old Phila
delphia family: an old and wealthy
family. Both views considered, he was
qualified to walk hand in glove with
tho fastidious Wrandalls. LoBlle's
mothor was charmed with him be
cause she was also tho mother of Viv
ian. Tho fact that he went In for por
trait painting and soemed averse to
subsisting on tho generosity ot his
father, preferring to llvo by his tal
ent, in no way oporated against him,
so far as Mrs. Wrandall waB con
cerned. That was his lookout, not
hers; it ho elected to that sort ot
thing, all well and good. Ho could
afford to bo eccentric; there remained,
In tho perspective ho scorned, the bulk
of a hugo fortune to offset whatever
Idiosyncrasies ho might choose to cul
tivate. Soma day, In splto of himself,
she contondod serenely, ho would be
very, very rich. What could bo more
desirable than fame, family and for
tuno all heaped together and thrust
upon one exceedingly Interesting and
handsome young man?
Ho had been tho pupil of celebrated
draftsmen and painters In Europe, and
had exhibited a sincerity of purposo
that was surprising, all things con
sidered. Tho mere fact that he was
not obliged to paint in order to obtain
a living wns sufficient cause for won
der among the artists ho mot and
studied with or under.
His studio In Now York was not a
fashlonablo resting place. It was a
workshop. You could havo tea there,
of course, and you were sure to raoet
peoplo you knew and liked, but It was
quite as much of a workshop as any
you could mention. He was ndt a
dabbler In art, not a mere dauber ot
pigments: ho was an nrtlst
Booth was thirty perhaps a year
or two older; tall, dark and .good look
ing. The air of tho thoroughbred
marked him. He did not affect loose,
flowing bravats and baggy trousers,
nor was ho careless about hlB finger
nails. He was simply tho ordinary,
every-day sort of chap you would
meet In Fifth avenuo during parade
hours, and you would take a second
look at him because of bis faco and
manner but not on account of his
dress. Somo of his ancestors camo
ovor ahead of tho Mayflowor, but ho
did not gloat.
Leslie Wrandall was his closest
frlon,d and harshest critic. It didn't
really matter to Booth What Leslie
Bald of his paintings: ho qulto under--
Btood that ho didn't know anything
"When does Mrs. Wrandall return?"
asked tho painter, after a long period
of sllenco spent In contemplation of
tho cleaming navemont beyond tho
"That's queer," said Leslie, looking
.up. "I wns thinking, of Sara myself.
Sho sails next week. I'vo had a let
ter asking mo to open her house In
the country. Her place Is about two
miles from father's. It hasn't been
opened In two years. Her father built
It fifteen or twenty years ago, and left
it to hor when he died. Sho and,
Challis spent several summers there."
"Vivian took me through it ono aft
ernoon last summer."
"It must havo been quite as much
ot a novelty to her as It was to you,
old chap," said Losllo gloomily.
"What do you moan?"
"Vivian's a bit ot a snob. Sho never
liked tho placo because old man Qooch
built it out of worstods. She never
"But the old man's been dead for
"That doesn't matter. Tho fact is,
Vivian didn't quite take to Sara until
after well, until after Challis died.
Wo'ro dreadful snobs, Brandy, the
whole lot of us. Sara was qulto good
onough for a much better man than
my brother. Sho really couldn't help
the worsteds, you know. I'm very
fond of hor, and always havo been.
We're pals. 'Oad, It was a fearful slap
at the homo folks when Challis Justi
fied Sara by getting snuffed out tho
way ho did."
Booth mado an attempt to change
tho subject but Wrandall got back
"Since then wo'vo all boen exceed
ingly sweet on Sara. Not because wo
want to bo, mind you, but because
wo'ro afraid shell marry some chap
who wouldn't bo acceptable to us."
v "l snouia consiaer mat a very uwv
"Xout ot It," said Booth coldly,
vt all. You see, Challis was
ra, In splto of everything.
""-'-1 under it sho camo
Mmt InqludeB a
r . wa
Down In hor heart mother is saying to
herself It would bo Just llko Sara to
got evon with us by doing Just that
sort of a trick. Of course Sara Is rich
enough without accepting a sou under
the will, but sho's a canny person. Sho
hasn't handed It back to us on a silver
platter, with thanks; still, on tho
other hand, sho refuses to meddle. She
makes us feel pretty small. She won't
sell out to us. Sho Just sits tight
That's what gets under tho skin with
"I wouldn't say that, Los, If I wore
In your placo."
"It is a rather priggish thing to say,
"You see, I'm the only ono who
really took sides with Sara. I forget
myself sometimes. Sho was-BUch a
brick, all thoso years." Ffc
Booth was silent for a momonffnot
lng tho reflectivo look in his compan
"I suppose the police havb&'t given
"You Must Play the Game, Hetty."
up the hopo that sooner or later tho
er tho woman will do something to
glvo hersolf away," said he.
"They don't tako any stock in my
theory that sho mado way with herself
tho same night. I was talking with
the chief yesterday. He says that
anyone, who had wit to cover up her
tracks as sho did, is not tho kind to
mako way with hersolf. Perhaps he's
right It sounds reasonable. 'Oad, I
felt sorry for tho poor girl they had
up last spring. She went through the
third degree, If over anyone did, but
by Jovo, sho camo out of It all right
The Ashtley girl, you remomber. I'vo
dreamed about that girl, Brandy, and
what they put her through. It's a sort
ot nightmare to me, oven when I'm
awako. Oh, they've questioned others
as' well, but sho was tho only ono to
havo tho screws twisted in Just that
"Where Is she now?"
"Sho's comfortable enough now.
Whon I wroto to Sara about what
she'd been through, sho settled a neat
bit of money on her, and she'll never
want for anything. She's out west
somewhere, with her mother and sis
ters. I tell you, Sara's a wonder. Sho's
got a heart of gold."
"I look forward to meeting her,
"I was with her for a few weeks
this winter. In Nice, you know. Viv
ian Btayed on for a week, but mothor
had to get to tho baths. 'Gad, I bo
llevo sho hated to go. Sara's got a
most adorablo girl staying with hor.
A daughter of Colonel Castloton, and
she's connected In some way with the
Murgatroyds old Lord Murgatroyd,
you know. I think her mothor was a
nieco of tho old boy. Anyhow, mother
and Vivian have taken a groat fancy
to her. That's proof of tho pudding."
"I think Vivian mentioned a com
panion of somo sort."
"You wouldn't exactly call her a
companion," said Losllo. "She's got
money to burn, I tako It Quito keeps
up with Sara In making It fly, and that's
saying a good deal for hor resources.
I think it's a pose on her part, this
calling hersolf a companion. An Eng
lish Joke, eh? As a matter of fact,
she's an old friend of Sara's and my
brother's too. Knew them In England.
Most delightful girl. Oh, I say, old
man, eho's tho ono for you to paint"
Losllo waxed enthusiastic. "A typo, a
positive typo. Never saw such oyes in
all my life. Dammit, thoy haunt you.
You dream about 'em."
"You seem to bo hard hit" said
Booth Indifferently. Ho was watching
tho man in tho "slicker" through
"Oh, nothing llko that," disclaimed
Leslie with unnecessary promptness.
"But It I wore given to that sort of
thing, I'd bo bowled over in a minute.
Positlvoly adorable faco. It I thought
you had It In you to paint a thing as
It really Is I'd commission you myself
to do a miniature for me, Just to have
It around where I could pick it up
when I liked and hold It botween my
hands, Just as, I've of ton wanted to
hold the real thing."
Sara Wrandall returned to Netf
York at the end ot tho month, and
Losllo mot hor at tho dock, as ho did
on an occasion fourteen months ear
lier. Then she camo In on a fierce
galo from tho wintry Atlantic; this
tlmo tho air was boft and balmy and
sweet with tho kindness of spring, It
was May and tho sea was blue, tho
land was green.
Again sho went to the small, exclu
sive hotel near the pork. Her apart
ment was closed, tho butler and his
wlfo and all of their hastily recrultod
company bolng In tho country, await
ing her arrival from town. Leslie at
tended to everything. He lent his- re
sourceful man servant and his motor
to hU lovely slster-ln-laWi and saw t
doll called at tho hotel Immediately
after banking hours, kissed his daugh-tor-ln-law,
and delivered an ultimatum
second-hand from tho power at homo:
sho was to como to dinner and bring
Miss Qastleton. A llttlo quiet family
dinner, you know, bocauso they wore
all In mourning, ho said In conclusion,
vaguely realizing all tho while that It
really wasn't necessary to supply tho
Information, but tor the lifo of him,
unablo to think, of anything else to
Bay under tho circumstances. Somo
how It seemed to him that whilo Sara
was in black sho was not in mourning
in tho samo senso that the rest ot
them wero. It Bcemed only right .to
acquaint hor with tho conditions in his
household. And ,ho knew that he de
served tho bcowI that Leslie bestowed
Sara accepted, much to his surprtso
and gratification. Ho had been rathor
dubious about it. It would not havo
surprised him in tho least If sho had
declined tho invitation, feeling, as ho
did, that he had In a way como to her
with a whlto flag or an olive branch
or whatever It Is that a combative
force utilizes when it wants to sur
render in tho cause ot humanity.
As soon as thoy wero alono Hetty
turned to her friend.
"Oh, Sara, can't you go without mo?
Tell them that I am HI suddenly 111.
I I don't think it right or honorable
of mo to accept "
Sara shook her head, and tho Words
died on tho girl's lips.
"You must play the game, Hetty."
"It's very hard," murmured the
other, her faco very whlto and bleak.
"I know, my dear," said Sara gently.
"If they should ever find out,"
gasped tho girl, suddenly giving way
to tho dread that bad been lying dor
mant all these months. '
"They will never know tho truth
unless you chooso to enlighten them,"
said Sara, putting her arm about the
girl's shoulders and drawing hor close.
"You never cease to bo wonderful,
Srra so very wonderful," cried the
girl, with a look of worship In ber
Sara regarded hor In silence for a
moment, reflecting. Then, with a swift
rush of tears to her eyes, sho cried
"You must never, never tell me all
thnt happened, Hottyl Yod must not
speak It with your own lips."
Hetty's oyes grow dark with pain
"That is tho thing I can't under
stand in you, Sara," sho said slowly.
"Wo must not speak of It!"
Hetty's bosom heaved. "Speak ot
It!" sho cried, absoluto agony In her
voice. "Havo I not kept It locked in
my heart since that awful day "
"I shall go mad If I cannot talk
with you nbout "
"No, no! It is tho forbidden sub
ject! I know all that I should know
all thnt I care to know. We nave not
said so much as this In months In
ages, It seems. Let sleeping dogs lie
Wo are bettor off, my dear. I coula
not touch your lips again."
"I I can't bear tho thought of
"Kiss mo now, Hotty."
"I could die for you, Sara," cried
Hetty, as sho impulsively obeyed the
"I mean that you shall live for mo."
said Sara, smiling through ber tears
"How silly of mo to cry. It must be
tho room we are In. These are the
samo rooms, dear, that you camo to
on tho night wo met Ah, how old I
"Old? You say that to mo? I nm
ages and ages older than you," cried
Hetty, the color coming back to bor
"You are twenty-three."
"And you are twenty-eight"
Sara had a far-away look In hor
eyes. "About your alzo and figure,"
said sho, and Hetty did not compre
hend. CHAPTER VI.
Sara Wrandall's houso In tho coun
try stood on a wooded knoll overlook
ing the sound. It was rather remotely
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Small Amount of Tartar Emetic WHI
Break the Habit According
Whon oggs aro bringing top rices
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couraging than to find, on making tho
round ot tho nosta that tho dog has
boen there boforo you. Often this
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this la a poison and should bo handled
with tho greatest of care. Under no
circumstances sholud tho powdor bo
placed where It is accessible to chil
dren. Pip a amall piece out ot an eggshell,
pour out a llttlo of tho contents and
put about as much ot tho tartar omotic
as wilt- cover tho point of a Braall
pocket knlfo Into the sholl. Pasto a
small piece ot white paper ovor the
broken portion, and placo tho egg In
ono of tho nests, preferably in a se
cluded spot, where tho dog has boen
accustomed to pilfer. Put It whoro hs
can get It quickly before the hens
have a chance to crack the treated
located, so far as neighbors wero con
cerned. Hor father, Sebastian Gooch,
shrewdly foresaw the day when land
In this nnrtlnulnr section of tho sub
urban world would return dollars for
pennies, and wisely bought thousands
of acres: woodland, meadowland,
beachland and hills, Inserted botween
tho environs of Now York city nnd
tho rich towns up tho coast Years
afterward ho built a commodious sum
mor homo on tho choicest point that
his property afforded, nnmed it South
look, and transformed that particular
part of his wilderness Into a million
aire's paradise, where ho could dawdle
and putter to his heart's contont,
where ho could spond his tlmo and his
money with a prodigality that came so
late In life to htm that ho mado wasto
of both In his haste to live down a
rather parsimonious past.
Two miles and a half away, In tho
heart of a scattered colony of purse
proud Now Yorkors, was tho country
homo ot tho Wrandalls, an imposing
placo and older by far than South
look. It had descended from well
worn and tlme-stalnod ancestors to
Redmond Wrandall, and, with others
of its kind, lookod with no llttlo scorn
upon tho modern, mushroom struc
tures that sprouted from tho soeds of
trado. There was no friendship be
twocn tho old and tho now. Each had
recourse to a bitter contempt for tho
.other, though consolation was small
It was in tho wooded by-ways ot this
despised domain that Challis Wran
dall and Sara, tho earthly daughter of
Midas, met and lovod and defied all
things 8upernal, for matches aro
made In heaven. Their marriage did
not open tho gates of Ninoveh. Sebas
tian Gooch's paradise was more com
pletely ostracised than It was before
tho disaster. The Wrandalls Bpoko of
It as a disaster.
Clearly tho old merchant was not
over-pleased with hlB daughter's
cholco, a conclusion permanently es
tablished by tho alteration ho mado
in his will a year or two after the mar
riage. True, he left the vast estato to
his beloved daughter Sara, but ho fast
ened a stout string to It, and with
this string her hands wore tied. It
must havo occurred to him that Chai
ns was a profligate In more ways than
ono, for ho deliberately stipulated In
his will that Sara was not to sell a
foot of tho ground until a period of
twenty years had elapsed. A very
polito way, it would seem, of making
his Investment safe in tho faco of con
Ho lived long enough after the mak
ing of his will, I am happy to relate,
to find that he had mado no mistake.
As ho preceded his son-in-law Into tho
great beyond by a scant three years,
it readily may bo seen that ho wrought
too well by far. Seventeen unneces
sary years of proscription remained,
and he had not intended them for
Sarn alono. Ho was not afraid of
Sara, but for her.
When tho will was read and the con
dition rovcalod, Challis Wrandall took
It in perfect good humor. Ho had tho
grace to proclaim In tho bosom of his
father's family that tho old gentleman
was a father-in-law to bo proud of. "A
canny old boy," ho hod announced
with his most engaging smile, qulto
free from rancor or resentment Chal
lis wnB well acquainted with himself.
And so the acres wero strapped to
gether snugly nnd firmly, without so
much as a town lot protruding.
So Impressed was Challis by the far
sightedness of hla father-in-law that
ho forthwith sat him down and mado
a will of his own. Ho would not havo
It said that Sara's father did a whit
better by hor than ho would do. Ho
left everything he possessed to his
wife, but put no string to It, blandly
Implying that all dangor would bo
past when sho came Into possession.
There was n sort of grim humor In
the way ho managed to present him
self to vlow as the real and ready
sourco ot peril.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Earth excavated from Panama canal
was sufficient to build glxty-threo pyr
amids tho slzo of that of Cheops.
comes violently sick and will subse
quently shun eggs. This means of
curing tho habit, though drastic, is
effectual. It will not result In the
death ot tho dog unless an overdoso
Somo farmers use rod pepper in
stead of the tartar emetic, a pinch ot
pepper concealed in a baitod egg
often bolng effectual. Throughout tho
southern states Indian turnips when
avallablo are used in tho same man
ner. ThlB Is a pungent plant wrilch,
when eaten, causes tho tonguo to
smart and burn and otton to Bwell.
George H. Dacy In tho Country Gen
tleman. The Only Way.
Mm. Pankhurst as tho MaJostlo
sallod from New York, talked to a re-,
portor about tho comparative docclti
tulnosa of mep and women. v
"Women," Bald tho reporter, "atJo
tho more docoltful." ,
"No," Bald Mrs. Pankhurst, "men ae
tho worse Look at tho way they do
celvo their wives."
"Do you claim," tho reportor askod,
"that men should nevor docolvo tnelr
Mrs. Pankhurst smiled and tossed
her head. ( . '
"Oh. no." she seta "How colM the
"How do you llko younnew noli
bore?" askod Mrs. Camuel of b'
"Sho's a flno llttlo woman, but she(
going to spoil ovory husband In tl
entire neighborhood If sho ronial
horo long enough." ,., '
"Heavons! You don't mean to say
"Certainly not! Sho Is a perfect
ladv. nnd would not flirt with any
man. Sho thinks hor husband is tho
finest man in tho world."
"Perhaps ho is."
"And you with a husband of your
own to say such a thing as that! I
havo often wondered if you and Mr. -
Camuel got along as well as you '
"Wo get along as well as somo oth
er peoplo I could mention."'
"Meaning mo and my husband, of
course. Wo havo our spatB on tho
nights when ho comes homo over
worked and crbss. I won't stand any
of his growly bear business fromany
man. A man should at least bring
somo sunshino with him when ho
comes from town."
"That's the way I look at It Jack
Easterllo and I quarrel occasionally,
but on tho whole wo get along as well
ns our neighbors. But wo wero talk
ing about Mrs. Braynerd. In what
way do you suppose sho will go about
spoiling our husbands? I don't ex
pect that sho can spoil either of them
"That's tho truth! But tho danger
lies In the different manner in which
sho handles her husband."
"Well, her husband Is n smaller
man than either of our husbands, and
wo couldn't begin to handloours."
"I did not mean In thatjw.V Take,
for Instance, last night J n Aid friend
of Mr. Braynerd's came in tolwwn and
went out there for supn(!r.IHo had
only an hour and a half' vl l train,
and Mr. Brnynerd wont to" o train
with him, telling Ills datf Mb?'
"I Have Gone Horn
Jorlo that ho would be rig
assist her. with her school
"That was no more tha.. ua c
"Of course, not. But when he got
homo ho found a noto tho size of an,
office letter-head hanglnyg on tho door
bell. The noto read: 'Robort, como
right along down to Worburtons. They
toleDhoned for us. ana then Mr. War-
burton came after us wheu ho found!
you were out' It wasslgnod with Mrs.!
Braynerd's name and tho names of)
"Hmm! I'd like o seo my husband
stand for a trick HV.o that!"
"Samo here! I'll bet Jack's Ian
guago would blister tho paint on the
houso if I should do a thing liko that'
"But the worst is yot to com
When he got to Warburton's ho fount.
a similar noto orj their door, reading!
'We have all been invited ovor to Mr!
una iuru. viuttyu&u vu muwi uv
.inno rt Hi At t-a tfnm PlavnlnnH
1UUUUO J4 neff-eew vi vawu.H.w,
UOniO Oil uvur 1 nuu ium nua aiuuii
with thn tinma' of Mrs. IlravnorJ and
w -- - .
'Rlght therb Is whore my husbanti
would havo gbt Cleavage's on tho tele
phono nnd read tho riot net to mo."
"Samo hero. But what did MrJ(
Braynerd do?" ,-lj
"Tho Braynords remained at Cleav
ago's qulto a whilo, then they wen
back to Warburton's, and when tho5
got there thoy found that Mr, Brnyl
nerd had turned tho noto ovor ami
written: 'I havo gone home All o
you corny up there.' " ,,!
"And did ho roast his wife whenl
ho got her homo?" ' ""
"He Tfas not thoro. Whon they ar
rived homo the Braynords,1! mean,
and th, Warburtons with thorn thoy
found ' noto saying: I havo decided ,
to go around to Cleavage's. Como
around' there.' And when they got to
Cleavago'B thoy found a noto reading: ,
'I ha,vo gone back homo." So they all
dragged their weary foet around there.
And there thoy found that Mr. Bray
nerd had gone around to thodpllca
tofon store and rustled up. a -Dutch,
lunch, and tho lunch and Braynord
and tho Cleavages wore awaiting
tnom. And they had a grand llttlft,
"And she didn't glvo him a piece o
"Not a piece. And ho didn't 'glye
her a pleco ot his mind. Wasn'tjthat
"Indeed, it was. But, dol you know.l
t vnilnvn this whole neichborhoodi
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nerds are BDOllod."
"Doesn't it? I hopo shtpl stay, ShW
rrtnv tinHn nnollltic tnvf huBbandas
Boon as sho likes." ; $J
"Mlno, too; and my husband .hnsr
wlfo that a llttlo of that) sort ot apol'
ing would lmprovo Borne" Jy
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