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Pdrktlollorw ll5iAions 5 C.I D ~Iles OpYR!OI©T 1914- A3 DODDMEAID ) COMPAJ IJ i CHAPTER XVl--Continued. U lie was pointing arilln, but in a very Brent direction m('w. As her anx eye sought the place he indicated, b ~face flushed cri:nson with evanes- p joY. Just .hert'e the open ground a the gully melted i :;sin into the for the figure of a :,:ain could be seen t: ~ing very quickly. In another nIo- f. t it had disa:i ei'ar('d amid the Sge. Jtraight for the station," an- s need Mr. Sloan; anil, taking out watch, added quickly; "the train t p0ot due for 15 minutes. He'll catch I'he train south?" 'Yes, and the train north. They here." ')r. Black turned a startled eye ;40 the guide. But Reuther's face Ngstill alight. She felt very happy. I jir journey had not been for gsght. He would have six hours' `.rt of his pursuers; he would be that seh sooner in Shelby; he would hear accusation against him and refute before she saw him again. ; SBut Mr. Black's thoughts were less wssing than hers. lie had never had .wre than a passing hope of Oliver's biocence, and now he had none at .t The young man had fled, not in .Sponse to his father's telegram, but 1 lnder the impulse of his own fears. iitey would not find him in Shelby .vlen they returned. They might never l1Id him anywhere again. A pretty tory to carry back to the judge. ' As he dwelt upon this thought his !Jectlons grew more and more 'ioomy, and he had little to say till la reached the turn where the two iea still awaited them. L the encounter which followed no ~lmpt was made by either party to i~se the nature of the business thus had brought them to r. The man whom Mr. Black to be a Shelby detective nodded they met and remarked, with a ,dck glance at Reuther: "' So you've come without him! I'm for that. I was in hopes that I t be spared the long ride up the "Mr. Black limited his answer to one his sour smiles. "Whose horse is this?" came in per ptory demand from the other man, it a nod toward the animal which d now be seen Idly grazing by the yside. "And how came it on the alone?" ,We can only give you these facts," led the lawyer. "It came from bmpeat lodge. It started out ahead us with the gentleman we had gone visit on its back. We did not pass gentleman on the road, and if he not passed you he must have left road somewhere on foot. He did go back to the lodge." SBlack-" am telling you the absolute truth e what you will of it. His father him home, and sent a mes This message this young lady ook to deliver, and she did de it, with the consequences I have toned. if you doubt me take tide. It is not an easy one, and Oly man remaining at the lodge deaf as a post." ,. Black has told the whole :," averred the guide. .:They looked at Reuther. _; have nothing to add," said she. have been terrified lest the gentle yeou wish to see was thrown from horse's back over the precipice. perhapf he found some way of down on foot. He is a very and daring man." 'Tb tree!" ejaculated the detec e's companion. He was from a bring locality and remembered one natural ladder up the side of ully. ah, the tree," acknowledged Mr "That, or a fall. Let us hope was not a fall." .M b ceased a long screech from an g locomotive woke up th6 of the forest. It was answered -aother from the opposite direction. tratos were on time. The relief by Reuther could not be con The detective noticed It. wasting time here," said he. mre, Mr. Black, if I push on f0 you. If we don't meet at n, we shall meet in Shelby." Black's mouth twisted grily. Sno doubt of the latter fact. IlrOt they were all cantering Sone &rection, the detective very :t- the advance. rue go with you to the station," Reutier, n Mrs. Black held up his arms to lift her from her horse a at the door of the hotel. g But his refusal was peremptory. o "I'll be back in just five minutes," said he. And without waiting for a second a pleading look, he lifted her gently off I and carried her in. F When he returned, as he did in the h time speciiied, he had but one word ii for her. s "Gone," said he. F "Thank God!" she murmured with at smile. Not having a smile to add to hers, c the lawyer withdrew. Oliver was gone--but gone north. t CHAPTER XVII. c The Curtain Lifted. It was dark when Mr. Black came into Shelby, and darker still when he rang the bell of Judge Ostrander's house. But it was not late, and his agitation had but few minutes in which to grow, before the gate swung wide and he felt her hand in his. She was expecting him. There was no necessity for preliminaries, and he could ask at once for the judge and whether he was strong enough to bear disappointment. Deborah's answer was disconcerting. "I've not seen him. He admits no body. When I enter the library, he re treats to his bedroom. I have not even been allowed to hand him his letters. I put them on his tray when 1 carry in his meals." "I am afraid he never will hear from Oliver. The boy gave us the slip in the most remarkable manner. I will tell you when we get inside." When she had heard him through, she looked about the room they were in, with a lingering, abstracted gaze -") ferent Direction Now. he hardly understood till e saw it fall with an indescribable aspect of .I sorrow upon a picture which had late ly been found and rehung upon the n wall. It was a portrait of Oliver's . mother. t "I am disappointed," she murmured in bitter reflection to herself. "I did not expect Oliver to clear himself, but - I did expect him to face his accusers Sit only for his father's sake. What ar. 1 I to say now to the judge?" i "Nothing tonight. In the morning we will talk the whole subject over. I must first explain myself tb An· a drews, and, if possible, learn his In tentions; then I shall know better Swhat to advise." e "Dd the oficer you met on your 1 return from Tempest lodge follow you . to Shelby?" S "1 have not seen him," "That lis bad. He followed Oliver." "It was to be expected." . "Oliver is in Canada?" f "Undoubtedly." S d "Which means--" " "Delay, then extradition It's that SI fellow Flannagan who has brought this upon us. The wretch knows Ssomething which forbids us to hope." e "Alas, yes." And a silence followed, during which such entire stillness " rested upon the house that a similay Si thought rose hn both mid" . Coukl - be that under this same roof, and oar I t separated from them by a partition, al there brooded another human being pl helplessly awaiting a message which pt would never come, and listening, but at how vainly, for the step and voice for m which he hungered, though they were ig the prelude to further shame and the signal for coming punishment. 14 So strong was this thought in both si their minds, that the shadow deep- w ened upon both faces, as though a y presence had passed between them; hl and when Mr. Black rose, as he very w soon did, it was with an evident dread w of leaving her alone with this thought. yt They were lingering yet in the hall, u the good night faltering on their lips. when suddenly their eyes flashed to- tl gether in mutual question, and Deb- n orah bent her ear toward the street. si An automobile was slowing up stopping-stopping before the gates! d D)eborah turned and looked at Mr. a Black. Then the hell rang. Never had it sounded so shrill and penetrat rt ing. Never had it rung quite such a summons through this desolate house Recoiling, she made a motion of en treaty. "Go," she whispered. "Open! I cannot." Quickly he obeyed. She Leard him pass out and down the walk, and c through the first gate. Then there came a silence, followed by the open ing of the second gate. Then, a sound b like smothered greetings, fdllowed by quickly advancing steps and a voice a she knew: P "How is my father? Is he well? I cannot enter till I know." It was Oliver!-come from some dis tant station, or from some other ling which he had believed unwatched t Tumultuous as her thoughts were, she dared not indulge in them for a mo ment, or give way to gratitude or any other emotion. There were words to be said-words which must be uttered on the instant and with as much im- 1 periousness as his own. Throwing the door wide, she called down the steps: "Yes, he is well. Come in, Mr. Os trander, and you, too, Mr. Black. Instructions have been given me by 1 r the judge, which I must deliver at once. He expects you, Oliver," she went on, as the two men stepped in "He bade me say to you immediately upon your entrance that much as he would like to be on hand to greet you, he cannot see you tonight. For to night at least, and up to a certain hour tomorrow, you are to keep your own counsel. When certain persons whose names he has given me can be gotten together in this house, he will join you, giving you your first meeting in the presence of others. Afterwards he will see you alone. If these plans distress you-if you find the delay hard, I am to say that it is even harder for him that it can be for you. But circumstances compel him to act thus, and he expects you to understand and be patient." 1 Young Ostrander bowed. "I have no doubt of the facts," he as sured her, with an unsuccessful effort to keep his trouble out of his voice. "But as my father allows me some explanation, I shall be very glad to hear what has happened herb to occa sion my imperative recall." Mr. Black glanced at Deborah, who was slipping away. When they found themselves alone together, Oliver's manner altered. "One moment," said he, before Mr Black could speak. "I should like to ask you first of all, if Miss Scoville is better. When I left you both so sud denly at Tempest Lodge, she was not well. I-" "She is quite recovered, Mr. Os trander." Involuntarily their glances met in a question which perhaps neither desired to have answered. Then Oliver re. Smarket quite simply: "My haste seemed warranted by my father's message. Five minutes-one it minute even is of great importance of when you have but fifteen in which to e catch a train." oe "And by such a route!" s "You know my route." A short laugh escaped him. "I feared delay-pos ed sibly the interference-but why dis Id cuss these unimportant matters! But ut your reason for these hasty summons i -that is what I am ready now to m hear." And he sat down, but In such a way as to throw his face very much ig into the shadow. r. This was a welcome circumstance ,n to the lawyer. His task promised to n- be hard enough at the best Black or night had not offered too dark a screen between him and the man thus sudden ur ly called upon to face suspicions the o very shadow of which is enough to de stroy a life. The hardy lawyer shrunk from uttering the words which would ." make the gulf imaginatively opening between them a real, if not impassable one. Something about the young man appealed to him-something apart from his relationship to the judge at something inherent in himself. Per ht haps it was the misery he betrayed. Rs Perhaps it was the memory of Reu s." ther's faith in him and how that faith d. must suffer when she saw him next. as Instantaneous reflections, but epoch ar making in a mind like his. Alanson It Black had never hesitated before in ti te fee of any duty, and it robbed aim of confidence. But he gave n3 proof of this in voice or manner, as pacing the floor in alternate approtch and retreat, he finally addressed the motionless figure he could no longer ignore. "You want to know what has hap pened here? If you mean lately, I shall have to explain that anything which has lately occurred to distress your father or make your presence here desirable has its birth in events which date back to days when this was your home and the bond between yourself and father the usual and nat ural one." Silence in that shadowy corner! But this the speaker had expected, and must have exacted even if Oliver had shown the least intention of speaking. "A man was killed here in the old days-pardon me if I am too abrupt and another man was executed for this crime. You were a boy-but you must remember." tie paused. One imtst breathe be tween the blows he inflicts, even if one is a lawyer. "That was twelve years ago. Not so long a time as has elapsed since you met a waif of the streets and - chastised him for some petty annoy ance. But both events, the great and the little, have been well remembered N here in Shelby; and when Mrs. Sco ville came amongst us a month or so ago, with her late but substantial proofs of her husband's innocence in the matter of Etheridge's death, there n came to her aid a man, who not only C remembered the beating he had re- 1 ceived as a child, but certain facts t which led him to denounce by name, p the party destined to bear at this late r day the onus of the crime heretofore f ascribed to Scoville. That name he 8 wrote on briL;es end walls; and one day, when your father left the court house a mob followed him, shouting loud words which I will not repeat, but which you must understand were such t as must be met and answered when the man so assailed is Judge Ostran der. Have I said enough? If so, raise your hand and I will desist for t. night." But no movement took place in the shadow cast by Oliver's figure on the wall before which Mr. Black had paused, and presently a voice was e heard from where he sat, saying: "You are too merciful. I do not want generalities but the naked truth. r What did the men shout?" ° "You have asked for a fact, and that I feel free to give you. They shouted, ° 'Where is Oliver, your guilty son, O11 a ver? You saved him at a poor man's expense, but we'll have him yet.' You asked me for the words, Mr. Ostran a der." "Yes." The pause was long, but the r "Yes" came at last. Then another si lence, and then this peremptory de mand: "But we cannot stop here, Mr. Black. If I am to meet my father's wishes tomorrow, I must know the ground upon which I stand. What evi dence lies back of these shouts? If you are my friend-and you have shown yourself to be such-you will tell me the whole story. I shall say nothing more." Mr. Black was not walking now; he was standing stock-still and in the Sshadow also. And with this space and the double shadow between them. Alan son Black told Oliver Ostrander why Sthe people had shouted: "We will have him yet." Is When he had quite finished, he came . into the light. t When he had quite finished he came into the light. He did not look in the s. direction he had avoided from the first, but his voice had a different a note as he remarked: id "I am your father's friend, and I e- have promised to be yours. You may expect me here in the morning, as I ry am one of the few persons your father re has asked to be present at your first ce interview. If after this interview you to wish anything more from me you have only to signify it. I am blunt, but not unfeeling, Mr. Ostrander." Ih A slight lift of the hand, visible now iS In the shadow, and with a silent bow i1- he left the room. ut In the passage-way he met Deborah. as "Leave him to himself," said he. to "Later, perhaps, you can do something ch for him." h But she found this quite impossible. Oliver would neither eat nor sleep. ce When the early morning light came, to he was sitting there still. k * . * * * * en Ten o'clock! and one of the five 'n listed to be present had arrived-the he rector of the church which the Os le' tranders had formerly attended. ak He was ushered into the parlor by ld Deborah, where he found himself re ng ceived not by the judge in whose name le he had been invited, but by Mr. Black, an the lawyer, who tendered him a simple irt good morning and pointed out a chair. SThere was another person in the er- room-a young man who 'stood in one 'd. of the windows, gazing abstractedly lu- out at the line of gloomy fence rising th between him and the street. He had t. not turned at the rector's approach, ch and the latter had failed to recoJPgalse Of him. In cTO iU OM1 NUED.) SE MAY NOT BE HOME Difference Between the Two We is a Matter Not Always Recognized. what is a home? It is, of quite different from a house. emething which is put inside a It is a building not made with It belongs to the things which A house is a product of lhadicraft, a home is a crea Sthe heart. A house is con structed out of matter, a home is such stuff as dreams are made of. A house is four walls with a roof, a home is a complex of memories and associations and affections. A house is built by gold, a home is built by love. A small and shabby home may be set up inside a spacious and costly house. We have all been guests in places where we felt there was more house than home. On the other hand, a palatial home may be erected inside a cottage. A house can be built in a year. To build a home is the work of many seasons. A man can have numerous houses, he can have but one home.-Woman's Home Companioh. Toothbrush Day. Monday was "toothbrush" day, and the beginning of "dental hygiene week" in the public schools, says the New York Times. Seven hundred thousand children heard some of the reasons why 2,000,000 of their teeth are in bad condition, and by the end of the week they will know every de tail of how to preserve the others and obtain treatment for those requiring it. Moving pictures, lectures, lantern slides exhibits and 200 special lectur ers will be employed in making every thing pertaining to the care of the teeth clear to them. The remarkable campaign was arranged by Dr. C. Ward Crampton, director of physical training in the public schools, who has long been convinced that neglect of the teeth has been an important-factor of illness affecting children and the consequent unsatisfactory attendance at school. 130 HotWeather 0 90 Meats o ý 70 " Veal Loaf, to serve cold: Cooked Corned Beef, select eo and appetizing. Chicken Loaf, Ham Loaf and Veal Loaf, 5o "o delicately seasoned. Vienna Sausage, Genuine Deviled 40 Ham and Wafer Sliced Dried Beef for sandwiches and 30 dainty luncheons. 20 - Insist on Libby's of your grocer's 10 0 10 0ibbill Chica Libby, MCNeill & Libby, Chicago 6o NOT A MATTER OF FIGURES Number of Churches or Synagogues Seem to Be of Relatively Little Moment. "Is it progress to go to church or not to go to church?" asks Dr. Ernest C. Richardson of Princeton university. Thereupon he answers the question in this wise: "What is almost the last word that can be spoken on universal progress at the present stage of af fairs was once spoken by that most gracious and polished author of the most scholarly 'Life of Our Lord,' Dr. Samuel J. Andrews, apropos of this very matter. "An enthusiastic apostle of Chris tlan endeavor in a quiet library read ing room was holding forth in noisy conversation on the wonderful prog ress of the church in these latter times. " 'Why, just think of it,' he cried, 'there are twelve hundred churches (it it was twelve hundred) in the city of Philadelphia alone today; twelve hun dred churches, just think of it!' "Doctor Andrews looked up from his book at the strenuous declaimer and remarked quietly: 'And there were eight hundred synagogues (if it was eight hundred) in Jerusalem at the time when Jesus Christ was cruci fled." Let Them Go Cheap. Lady (in furniture store to new ~..rk)-Where are those handsome sideboards that you had last week? Clerk (embarrassed)-Oh, I-er-I shaved them off day afore yesterday, ma'am.-Life. The Meat For Summer isn't beef, pork or mutton, but the true life giving meat of wheat. Warm weather calls for lighter diet, and a true grain food best answers every purpose of comfort and activity, not only for the business man but for everybody. Try Grape-Nuts with cream or good milk for breakfast ten days, then take note. Such a breakfast puts one in fine fettle and "There's a Reason" Grape-Nuts is a wheat and barley pure food un like other cereals in that it affords the valuable phosphates of the grains necessary for the daily re. building of brain, nerve and muscle tissue. Economy, too, plays a part; and Grape-Nuts is convenient-ready to eat direct from the package. Sold by Grocers Everywhere. REASON FOR THE MUSTACHE In Evidenoe as Having Been Worn by British Soldiers as Measure of Military Necessity. The correspondent who writes to a contemporary suggesting that the British war office authorities should insist on soldiers being clean shaven instead of ordering them to wear mus taches, might have alleged Teutonic influence in the adoption of the inus tache of the British army. The idea was first borrowed from a batch of Austrian officers quartered with some of our troops on the South coast dur ing the Waterloo campaign. It was then taken up by the guards, who very much resented any attempt on the part of mere line regiments to follow the new fashion. The winter cam paign in the Crimea led our men to grow full beards for warmth, and these, modified into flowing whiskers ("Picadilly weepers," as they came to be called) on their return to Lon don, were long regarded as the mark of the man of fashion.-London Chronicle. The Way Out. "Sometimes I think," remarked the timid young man in the parlor scene, "that if I-er-had money I would er-get married." "Well," suggested the dear girl who was occupying ie other end of the sofa, "why don't you try and-er borrow some?" At a wedding men laugh and women weep-probably because they are not the victims.