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For a few moments she stood de bating the awful question in her mind, and then she took the box In her hands. “John need never know," she whis pered. Then, with guilty face, she broke open the box and emptied on to the table a collection of—tin tacks, nails, etc. John had been there first Where He Was Lucky. Two Little Rock negroes engaged In a quarrel, when one struck the other on the head with a wagon spoke. The negro that had received the blow rubbed his head for a moment and then said: “Look yere, Stephen, dor’s one thing dat is er powerful blessln’ fur you.” “Whut’s dat?” “De fact dat my hald Is er thick ez It Is. Wy, ef my hald wa’n’t no thick er den de common run o’ halds, dat lick would er killed me, an’ den you would er been tuck befo’ er Jestice o’ de peace an’ fined mighty nigh $20. You’d better thank de Lawd dat I ain’t got one dese yere alg shell halds." Would Be Informed. Marla had been naughty at the din ner table and her mother had sent her Into the next room to remain un til she was sorry for her behavior. Marie cheerfully complied. Making no expression of repentance after a suitable time had elapsed, her mother called from an adjoining room: "Marie, dear, aren’t you sorry?” No answer. On a repetition of the question, however, Marie replied, with a sweet and patient dignity: "Mamma, please don’t ask me any more. I’ll tell you when I’m sorry.” Toasted to a Golden B?own! Sounds “smacking good,” I doesn’t it? I That’s Post Toasties Tender thin bits of the best parts of Indian Com, perfectly cooked at the factory, and ready to eat direct from the package — fresh, crisp and dean. There’s a delicate sweet ness about “Toasties” that | make them the favorite flaked cereal at thousands of break fast tables daily. Post Toasties with cream and a sprinkling of sugar— ' Delicious Wholesome Easy to serve Sold by Grocers everywhere A5rtRuiTOiTi‘£*£Ar ‘WAN! ;> chables tow Jackson ‘“T’tKK^OTt^WrBttOTHEJlS cbn«WM,'ma. n* c—»—» ' CHAPTER H— (Continued) Then they both shouted Irrepress ibly. The Inland Empire was a pulling monthly the quartet had started a year ago with some vast hope of har boring therein the genius of the Mid lands. It was always In the Earlvllle print shops, waiting for the editors to pay the printers’ bills, four months be hind Its date line of Issue. Janet Vance's salary usually went to helping on the hamstrung magazine. Wiley Curran never had any money, and the Van Harts did hot take kindly to Harlan’s connection with the project. And as the two stood chuckling on the corner, from the court house win dows there came the bellow of a man’s voice. It Jarred and reverberated Xar. down High street with its sleepy homes tucked In the dusk, a red lamp here and there, fanned by the air of the odorous country. Then came a silence. It was as If the entire town, the sober, decent community, stopped, shocked by some blasphemy. But what the two men on the corner heard now was the voice of Harlan’s father, quiet, sure. Insistent with authority against the hoarse passion of the other: "The court cannot—” they could only catch a word here and there—’intolerable , , , the law . . . Mr. Bailiff . . . John Llndstrom. Contempt—” Then a lower bull-llke answer dying away, and the shuffle of feet. Harlan ran across the lawn with Wiley following. As they entered the basement by the Jail door a little pro cession came down: a big, rough man, and by his side, Marryat, the sheriff. The prisoner looked ahead, his blue eyes dulled, the week’s growth of beard on his face twisted Into ugly lines. His right sleeve swung empty from the elbow. Behind him was Late Mason, his attorney, perplexed, whis pering to Jewett, the pot-bellied dis trict attorney, who listened apathet ically. The big man went down. At the Jail door he stopped and raised his huge fist to shake It up the stairs. Harlan saw there hla father, who had just come out of hla chambers and was watching Llndstrom, hla face a atudy lq control. In breeding, agalnat the other’s primal anger. "Damn the law!" j-finustrom Biruue on. i^aunu courtl” He turned with Marryat’s hand on his shoulder. The Jurors, loi tering, whispering, putting on their coats, were silent. The Judge looked steadfast at the prisoner, as if In him self was the spiritual Inviolability of the law which could listen and endure: which had pronounced and could be patient. Harlan was at his side, and now his firm Ups moved. ‘‘Lindstrom lost his case. He had none—I directed against him. The law Is clear”—he stopped, and for on Instant Harlan had a glimpse of the outrage and horror In his father’s soul—"he cursed the law. I sent him down for contempt.” The Judge shivered though the air was warm. "Come on—let us get the fruit for your mother." The young man did not follow at once. He. too, seemed dazed, but more at his father’s suffering than at Lind Btrom’s crime. And as he watched the Jailer search Lindstrom, taking from his pockets a knife, a bit of string, a nickel and a piece of tobacco, all plte eous and Inutile, this pocket of a poor man—-Harlan saw a group on the court house lawn outside. Two bare-legged and terrifled boys and a girl who seemed mothering them against this great fear. Lindstrom saw them also. His one fist shot up over the heads of the Jailers. “Ay, home with you, lads! Knute and.Peter! There’ll be no more school, now. Damn their law, their taxes and their schools! I’ll have no more of it for me or mine!” The girl under the arc light looked back silently. And you, too, Aurelia;” the big man roared. “I’ve fed you In my house, but there'll be no more school for you!” Wiley Curran had started forward with a cry. The Judge’s son was mute. But It seemed that there was graven on his soul more than the picture there. As If on the velvet lawn, against the peace and order of the town, the rich farm land attentive, a life had been taken In shame; or more than a life, for on the souls of the workingman's children there was wrought a hate for all time. He was conscious now that Curran was angrily shouting wild words; that the two lads had fled, and that the slender girl, with a last look as If her bitterness was too large to hurl at them, was following. The young man felt an Intolerable re vulsion. He suddenly ran to the cor ner. staring after her and then dashed on along a street leading to the bluff. When he reached It he saw the girl on the trail among the rocks, running with the lithe swiftness of a doe. lie shout ed after her: “Aurelle! Aurelle!" But no answer came down from the leafy cliff. And after a moment some guilty consciousness stilled his tongue. His class, his kind, his tradition, the blood behind him fought down his .. nnKnlllnn Ifrt TiTont nlr tVin square where his father was waiting in the buggy. The men of the town had scattered from the place of Justice. CHAPTER in. THE DISCARD. They gave Llndstrom, the quarry man, his freedom at the end of the day. All that time he sat staring down the whitewashed corridor at the grimy window, beyond which the reddening maples hung. The other prisoners swabbed the cement floor or played with greasy cards, but the one armed man did not notice them. Marryat, the sherifT. had a real sympathy for him as he sat in the stink of the Jail. "Come, John, man—wash up and be leaving. It was only a day the Judge sent ye down for—for cursing the law, John, and that’s wrong. But that ye lost the case, that’s bad, too, what with the wife and yer crippled arm and all. But Judge Van Hart’s a good man, John—and I doubt if any man in all the county was sorrier for ye than he— but it was law, John." The quarry worker took his knife and soiled tobacco and bit of string and went away without word. When a man’s 60 and on the ebb of strength, and has felt failure and thinkB of wife and children as he sits holding his empty sleeve, and knows he has lost against the face of a society organized ruthlessly to crush the loser, he has lit tle heart for the comfortlngs of the Jailer. He went away a new born criminal. Before, merely the discard of the cities, a mechanic, worker on the structural iron of great buildings until cast aside In this dangerous trade for younger 1 men and more alert. Well, that was right—the old worker faces that. But Llndstrom was burly and strong. Sure ly In the country, the fat land, there was a place for a man Btout of heart and willing, too old to wprk at his trade, but too young to lose hope. He would save himself from the slag heap of the cltlqs, where In the blatant re ligion of success, he 'whd fails Is either vicious or lazy. So he came to the riv er bottoms where his wife had heard of an uncle squatted on unclaimed land and truck raising for a livelihood. There, crowding Into Uncle Michigan’s house boat, which had grown through the years by the addition of several crazy lean-tos until It was now a ram ling cottage, the Llndstroms were one of the few very poer families of the rich county, They were big with the hope of the country five years ago. They did not know that, first of all, the farmer Is a capitalist, and the city man turned adrift there, penniless and with mouths to feed. Is helpless. John became a day worker In Tanner's quar ries; his wife, a Tennessee woman, long expatriated from her hills, whin ing to be gone forever of Chicago, was' now a querulous Invalid, what with la bor and child bearing. There Lind- ' strom fqught his Inevitable losing fight; but with old Michigan’s truck raising, which cloaked his whisky peddling, and John’s wages they all got on until Tanner’s quarry machine crushed the chief bread winner’s band. So It was damn the law I "When one Is old. bewildered, helpless before all these smooth phrases and precedents, all this fine talk of sleek men to the Jury, and one hears the Judge direct the vetdlct against one. does one mines words? Why, then, did the lawyers say one had a right If the Judge knew so glibly different? A good workman, too, on the rock pile; quiet, steady, matching his strength against the young men. those terrible, merciless young men, who fling the discard aside, take his Job and go whistling down the road, pipe ln'mouth, when the day is done! And now. broken, crushed, bewildered with the smooth talk of the lawyers, and knowing one has lost— does a man take It calmly when the Judge sentences him and his children to beggary? No. he raises his fist— and damn the le w I Llndstrom came back the quarry road to his shanty. He sat across the table from his two freckled sons and the old, one-legged soldier whisky smuggler, smoking his pipe by the wood box. They feared to question the returned Jailbird; when his wife Ttrhinntl snma oamnloitif na aKn bnM tha baby to her flat breast, stirring her pots over the stove, he growled a rough tenderness. "There woman. The Jail—you can smell It on me, but no matter. And the work—wo can do a bit yet with the garden. It's here we’ll stay, for I’ll not lift my face In town again. They heaped the filth of the law on me, and my children’s name. We’ll have no more of their town and schools and all. If I’m no fit man for ’em. my lads are not—we’ll take no more of their time and money.” She looked up in her slattern fright. He ruled them with his heavy Puritan's righteousness. Even Aq relle, Michigan’s gipsy limb of a girl, under John's foster parenthood these five years since the Llndstroms came, had to be still be fore him. "Ah, Jnhn!” the mother cried. "Take the children out of school? Knute ready for his seventh grade, and Aur elie in high school. And like to grad uate If we can get the dress and all!” She rubbed her bony hand across her chin to ease the sting of th burning pork fat and muttered, "My man’s crazy!" "Damn their schools,” he growled, "and courts. God will hold us safe, not man with his fine talk of Justice. I’ll have no more of It” Old Michigan took out his pipe to murmur, "John, man—don’t take It so bitter. There’s enough know you’re an honest man. A day In Jail—who'll think worse of ye for that?” The quarryman lopped his big frame over a chair at the table. Year by year he had come to extend his au thority over Michigan’s sorry house and patch of land snatched from the willow slough of the everchanglng willow bed. The old confederate had taken himself to the woods when the Llndstroms overran him too much; Aurelie had been the bond that held him to his niece's family—It made something of a home for her, mean as it might be. They were well through the meal when the woman’s brother, Albert, came In. He sidled to the tin basin by the window, took oft his celluloid cuffs and began to wash his thin red wrists, like a man who would rather not be squarely seen; he snuffed the cold water Into his straggling beard as if It put sting into his rabbit’s heart. He combed his hair and pulled on his cuffs and sat down with a fatu ous smile. A man of towns, he had followed the family from Chicago be cause he wag too weak to stand alone, always the under dog, finding odd Jobs about the country; a canvasser and agent, forever the recipient of cata logues and contracts from mail order houses and manufacturers and medi cal fakirs, forever tnlklnrr nn Vila trums and gim-cracks, peddling about the farms and villages; a ringer of doorbells, a beseecher of women, a pleader to buy, shuffling In and out of gates with his pitiful cards and dodg ers—one of those men who sit to be preached to and stand In line to be counted, with his weak chin and flar ing ears and vapid eyes bulging—one of those men In short, whom the un dertakers are forever burying. John, the burly religious fanatic, with his defeated bull strength, hated him—at best he gave the tolerating contempt of the man of overalls for the shabby collar-and-cufC pretense of the peddler—collar always soiled, cuffs always frayed. Llndstrom glowered at him a moment and went on eating. "Ah, the good coup!” said the ped dler, warming his hands over Its steam—“It puts heart In a man. Mich igan. you can dig your potatoes on this—and Knute, It'll get your lessons, eh?” He smiled vaguely at the boys— he really felt like somebody tonight, for he had earned two dollars and he was planning how he could present It to them all, raking over his sordid store of cheer and evanslons before handing It out. His sister, with the ailing baby, tried to warn him; thev both had had their strength sucked out by the great Dane's masterfulness —they were not yet far enough re moved from their hill-cracker ances- j try to And assertion In the air of the north. Michigan looked at him craftily; h* knew John's mood of murder, and Al bert, the fool, was tempting It. "ft's coolin'." muttered tire patriarch. "’Jhere’s a nip o’ frost done cornin’ this w#y. ItVs time the fodder was 1ft," "Well, well," said the peddler, wrth his cracked galty, "there’s work tpr Knute and Peter after school this week." ^he wife glanced up. Would they never get off this topic of the school ing. J#hn put his heavy band across the table. “There’ll bo no more schooling.” "Ah, John!" the wife walled, "will The peddler fidgeted with the but ton of some church league on his lapel. Bown In his crouching soul some faith flickered which gave him a martyr's comfort against John’s as cetio will. "The Lord will provide," he sniffled—"the Lord be by ye. John." He was facing the. winter In his scan ty summer suit, but he could give oheerfully his two dollars to the fam ily of It "wost Lord's work" “Lord’s providing, and not man’s,” growled John, and he flayed them all again with his truculence. He had changed In the night from a stolid, yet all-caring father to an Inward-burn ing fanatic, a hunted outlaw of spirit. They could not voice the fright he gave them. When he looked at his sons they could not eat so fearful were they of this new father, this man of the Jail. His glance went about the silent faces. "Where's Aurell? The girl’s not here,” he went on. "She’s plannln' her new dress," the mother quavered, "with some woman In town. She’d have It new now, and then lay It away for the party at high school. John, man, she'd be the prot “loat of them all with the new dress. Michigan here, he tried to save the money, didn’t ye, uncle?" Michigan laughed softly; his hairy face lit up. The scared lads let down from their strain. Aurelle! She could brighten even the meagerness of the quarry shanty, theft. "She’s too much attention now," growled John. “She’s got some French trick of making every loafer at the Villi_Ji_1_I. _ a. i_ L . ter away from gowns and parties— ay*, and that priest from Earlvllle over every month, to talk to her. I'll not haye It—she's too much In the town's eye for, a decent girl.” ‘‘Be still,*' Knute blurted out of the sob In his throat, "she's coming." The eyes of all followed to the door. Even John did not raise his black hu mor now she was here. She was In the door listening With a trifle of self consciousness, the long lashes of her eyes quivering. Then she waa among them, dropping breathlessly. aB If from a run. Into the chair at Michi gan's sld^ and looking about with an odd defiant gaiety. Then she held her plate forth decisively, with a child’s prompting. "Mother, rm hungry. Bo’s Peter,” she caught up the boy's plate and held it, with a bright sidelong glance of af fection at the tow-headed Danish boy. The woman helped them with a mur mur. Michigan’s black scoured paw came to Aurelie’s slim hand under the table Then she kissed him. It was a strange drama In the acrid dissembling of human feel ing that held in the quarryman’s house. But it stood like a bloom against their meagerness. She had called the gaunt cracker women "mother,” but she could not have been farther from them all If she had stepped from a child's story book. The two foster brothers looked with un easy fondness on this daughter of the south who was scolding them now In some playful vivacity for their dirty hands. When she talked she leaned In a pose whose grace again detached her from them all, a thing not to be helped or hindered, so native was It to her, so foreign to their breeding. Aurefle had changed amazingly from the barbaric child heart of her Louis iana days when she had run away to the Cajun balls, kneeling to fix a woven cap of hyacinths In her hair as she stared at her reflection In the water, and baffling the lumbermen with her French of the swamp people. She was slender now, but a lithe girl and not a child; her face was dark, mobile, tender or at times hard; her black eyes had the flash of rebellious tempers and coaxing temptations—the Dane boys adoreS her, yet not even did little Peter for an Instant suppose she was his real sister. Everything about her, her grace, her quickness, her nimble tongue; her little rosary hung on the white bureau In the tiny cham ber Just off the kitchen, whose door she had hung In red chintz; her habll of taking early coffee, black, thick, drugging—which Michigan made at rising and brought to her bedside where she sipped It and chattered with the old bootlegger—her deflnat asser tion that she was a Catholic, whatever that meant, her smatter of French and Spanish; her memories of wild and wonderful years, wftlch now, In the crowded discomfort of the quarry home, took on the aspect of unthink able romance—all these set her off from the whole world. (Continued next week.) The Common Heart Beat. From the Cincinnati Enquirer. Bessie Donley, a factory worker, who lost her place In an eastern Ohio shop be cause she was under the legal age pre scribed by a new statue, tried to end he* life. Rescued, she finds herself .showered with a lain of dollars from sympathetic hands. “All these years I have been un der the Impression that money was king/' sne says In grateful acknowledgement “Hut now I see there U much more lu life." One thing she has learned is that peo ple do care whether one poor girl make* a success or a failure of this existence Such is her testimony, flowing from th* new vision which has come to her. N< doubt this girl drank the poison of dis. content which the demogog has been pour ing into the cup of the poor as h* preached the gospel of class hatred In mil and mine, in factory and shop. Too younj even to understand the humane law en acted to save children like herself anC preserve for them their heritage, whlct is the precious playtime of life, she ac cepted the dark doctrine of despair and turned to death, an Infant cynic. Happily for her and happily for other* like her, she knows now that mortcy is no! king, but that love reigns. Truly, there 1* much more in life than the possession ol wealth. There 1s kindness and sympathy and helpfulness, vast stores of them, waiting to be shared with the lowly, the suffering and the discouraged. No such thing exists as the hatred or one class fo* the members of another. What seem* such Is but the reflection of the evil Area burning In the bosoms of wicked time servers and greedy, selfish seekers after the pelf they dishonestly denounce. It was In that devtlsh glare that this little evangel lost her way and entered Into the valley of the shadow of death. Now she sees no longer as through a glass darkly, but beholds the radiance of the sun of human brotherhood, unclouded and se rene. For the first time In the history of Somerset county, Pennsylvania, a will has been probated before the death o the testator. The Instrument Is that of Israel Fullem, of Summit township Fullem and his wife, Mrs. Fullem, Lydia "Wright Fullem, made a Joint will. 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"Supposing,” said Mr. Meekton, “that you were a voter.” “Well?” rejoined his wife. “And suppose I were a candidate.” “You want to know whether I would vote for you?” “That was the question I had In mind." “Yes, Leonidas; I should vote for you. But If I caught any other wom en voting for you 1 should consider their action very forward and Imperti nent!”—Washington Star. Near Tragedy. A Pittsburgh millionaire stood be side his $8,000,000 automobile wonder ing where to go next A woman whom he had known rushed out of the hotel and sought to solve this problem for him in a hurry. She shot at him, but, of course, she did not hit him. Instead the bullet punctured the chauffeur's leg. “Great guns, that was a narrow es cape!” exclaimed the millionaire. “She might have punctured a tire!” Maid Had Helped. Young Van Windle waited nervous ly in the parlor for Julia to appear. Me had been sitting there, twiddling his thumbs, for half an hour. Finally a step was heard in the hall and he rose to his feet expectantly. But it was not Julia. It was her |nald. “Marie,” said the Impatient young man, “what keeps your mistress so long? Is she making up her mind whether she'll see me or not?” "No, sir,” answered the maid with a wise smirk. “It isn’t her mind she’s making ud.” ERUPTION ON CHILD’S BODY R. F. D. No. 2, Jackson, Mo.—"Our daughter who is ten months old was Buffering from an eruption all over the body. In the beginning they were small red spots and afterwards turned to bloody sores. We tried all sorts of ointments but they did not procure any relief for our child. She cried almost day and night and we scarcely could touch her, because she was cov ered with sores from head to foot. “We had heard about the Cuticura Soap and Ointment and made a trial with them, and after using the reme dies, that is to say, the Soap and the Ointment, only a few days passed anc our child could sleep well and after one week she was totally well." (Signed) August F. Bartels, Nov. 25 1912. Cuticura Soap and Ointment sold throughout the world. Sample of each free,with 32-p. Skin Book. Address post card “Cuticura, Dept. L, Boston.”—Adv She Scored. He was trying to make up theii quarrel and came home with a pack age held behind him. “Look here, dearest," he said, “I’ve got something here for some one 1 think more of than anyone else in the world.” “A box of cigars, I presume,” sht said sweetly. Not Yet, “Do you not propose to marry?’ asked Miss Flitters of young Mr. Bain bridge. “Well, I haven’t proposed yet,” re plied he, in a tone which forbade s further prosecution of inquiries.— Puck. During the Spat. “John, there’s just one thing I wanl to say to you!” “What’s the matter, M’ria? Aren’i you feeling well?”—Puck. Any Way He Wanted. The Professor—Boy, get me a fly. New Page—Yes, sir. Dead or alive sir?—Punch. He Kept mis Seat. The suffragette was speaking. "I’ll bet there ain’t a man in this audience who ever did anything around the house for his wife. If there is a man In this room that ever made the Are, milked the cow. cleaned the windows and made the beds every day without a kick I'd like to see him, that's all.” But she forgot her husband was at the meeting. And he didn’t dare stand up! Different. Rnff—Hello, Fluff. I heard yon mar ried a woman with an Independent for tune. Fluff (disconsolately)—No. I mar ried a fortune with an independent woman.—Judge. Treason. 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