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(Copyright, 1 by W. Werner.)
"Mary Shannon sat on the doorstep irateliin? the highway that lay, whit? in the summer dust, half a mile opposite across the valley. Intervening charming ly were bright tlats on either side of a shallow, shadowy river. Beyond the high way rose hills, still and dark green, to ward a s.ky as blue as Mary's eyes. It was an expans ? of beauty and the girl on the doorstep f?*lt it as such even though she hud been seeing it all her life long. But the- highway interested her more. F"or there on this afternoon, as on others, flashed the shining cars of the town's fortunate, filled with comfortable men and gayly veiled and >?onneted women. Alary knew very well that the broad highway was for the moneyed and fa vored ones. The narrow road was for her. It was so narrow a road and so loiiciy! \ hundred fe?-t farther down the elope upon which her house stood it went shamefacedly, like a scorned thing, steal- | Iny: be''-ve.ii rank weeds and bushes which gathered the dust from an infre quent wagon. For sometimes, a wagon did take this w?j to town, but no auto mobile ever had left the trail of its big. padded wheels there. The fact that the road was s.t seldom traveled made the situation of Mary's house very lonely. It was a tiny house, gray as the abandoned hornets' nest that elnng undo- the eaves and as bat-j tcred m w ind and weather. Before it! was :t bit of yard where hollyhocks.! sweet peas, petunias and punsies grew t in a tangle. V few rninous stone steps j led from it down the bank to the road. ?Mary had lived there all her twenty years. l-'or six years she bad lived un root hercd. Her father worked with a team i'i the big woods back on the moun tain hauling lumber. There was danger there, but at least not monotony. Mary thought that her father had the better of it. Vet she never complained to him. He had it hard enough. She kept her miseries silent and in other ways tried to make him comfortable. It was all she knew how to do. Yet. she had her long ings. her dreams. She yearned for some thing different than she had. However, if ever she had tried to put her feelings Into words she- could scarcely have made them comprehensible. She only knew that she attained to the impossible in some shape or other, and that she was not like other girls. The range of her experiences was lim ited. She had got a little schooling and added to it by reading the books that her mother had brought to the little gray house. Her mother had been a rare woman. When she ran away with Moss Shannon her life ended as it were- But ?he had tried to pass something on to the daughter who was like her. -And Mary had accepted the training. At twenty her whole philosophy of life re solved itself into this one thing?better to live in the gray house forever ti>an to do what her mother did. And yet Mary knew nothing of men (for her father did not bring his mates to the house) save ?what her eyes showed her. Now as she sat on the doorstep and watched the highway she wondered much. The day and the scene called her. She was young; she wanted some one to talk to: she wanted love and tenderm ss. Since her mother's death she had not known a caress. She want ed companionship, but whether that of iuan or woman shefcould not tell. She had read all her books until she knew them by heart. Suddenly her hands, restless for em plovrnent. moved and grasped the ends of the two endless, heavy blond braids that lay in her lap and began to undo them. She was dimly consciqps that her hair was unusual. * Even in pictures she ?eldotn saw to much hair on a woman. SHE STOOD ARRESTED WITH HER HAIR LIKE A SUNLIT WATER FALL. But she did not think of it as being ex actly beautiful. She only knew that on hot days like ttyis it pulled at her head uneasily. It was a relief to loosen it and shake it free so that the air could get in among the strands. When now it was all unbraided she stood up and began to toss it about, lifting and shredding it with h* r hands. When she threw her head far back the ends of the mass touched the bare, clean floor behind her. Standing thus, she heard a strange ?ound in the road below?a sound such as belonged to he highway beyond the river. She stood arrested, with her hair flow ing like a sunlit waterfall over her hands. That sound?'he sound of a motor, of rubber tires, in her narrow road! Then she saw a v. ine-colored car, very long, with all its weight apparent in front. A man sat behind the w heel and he was alone. H^ was driving swiftly, yet with the appearance of choosing his way. She watched the queer looking tar with fast-mated eyes. It tilled the road. Sud denly. just In front of the house, where the dip was. it swerved- She saw the two outer wheels on the edge of the bank. She saw tlii treacherous bank crumble. She saw the car sink. The man ut the wheel made u few ligh ning like passe.- with this and that. Then the ear went down and landed with a crash far below. Mary sprang from the doorstep and ran across the read to the opposide bank There lay the ear, a ruin. At the last instant the man Aad evidently tried to get clear. He lay near the car, hut free from it. The impact had thrown him out. Mary went down tne bank swiftly. She reached the man and stood over him with her hands clasped. Then she kneeled and touched him. There was blood on his head. His cap had rolled off; his body looked limp and crum pled; his eyes were closed. Yet she knew that he was not dead. And sbe was glad. He was so pitifully young, so slender and so fair. She moaned aloud: "Oh, what shall I dor She looked up wildly at the sky and across the white highway where a car flitted faintly. Who would hear her if i she called? Desperately she stooped j and clasped the man. She could lift hts head and shoulders-no more. His h^ad hung over her arm. deathly limp. Her hair lay on his bosom. She shook him. "Wake up!" she cried, passion-1 ?tely. He opened his eyes. They were as dark as hers were blue. "Wood nymph!" he murmured. Blushing violently, Mary let him sink I back upon the earth and withdrew her- I self, trying to gather her hair together, j But he twisted his lingers in a silken J strand as if to detain her. With the! other hand he lifted and supported him self. Dazedly he stared at the wreck and then t her '"Narrow?road," he said. "Yes." Mary answered. He waited a moment, evidently trying his forces. "If you would?help me?up, please." Mary helped him up. He leaned against a tree He looked sick and white, but again he tried to smile. "Bad blunder," he said. "My head " He paused. "Poor old ^pachlne!" ? ??? house I can do something for you, Marj said. , "Girl, I ran try," he answered. They got up the bank afU*r a while. Sometimes he clung to the hushes, sometimes to Mary's hand, sometimes her hair. Once in the house he collapsed in a chair. She drew cold water and bathed his head. Coffee was the onl> stimulant she knew about, and she nia Je him drink some. She bound up his scalp wound and applied linament to 1 ? bruised and twisted wrists. 1 ney talked a little, learning something new about each other with every word "The town's just down there a mite; vou say?" I must go 011. I can walk. He pondered "Funny how this all came out. I mis understood directions. 1 here - HER HAIR LAY ON HIS BOSOM. |i the road T should have taken." He pointed across the valley. "tJut evident ly 1 was destined to tlnd you. Vou be- i lieve in romance. Mary?" 1 "Ves." , , , ? He studied her gravely, "i wonder how you came h^re beside thi^ narrow road. You must have been waiting. I must t have been sent. Does it sound like nonsense to you. Mary?" "No," she answered. "I'm a racing man," he said. "We that handle fast cars have to learn to think and act quickly." He smiled boy ishlv. alluringly. "Vou see. ? ve decided something just as quick as this. Mary! . I'm going now. but you'll let me come back?" "Yes." she said again, simply. t He took her hand and looked into; t her eves. Then he lifted a fold of her i j hair and kissed it. Then went limping j ^ down the steps and along the road. , She stood on the doorstep and watched } him go. She was very happy. Un the white highway beyond the ?river ] the afternoon tide of motors had set in. Voices and laughter came to her faintly. But Mary did not look there. The highroad had ceased to call her. Her narrow road had become the royal w^ay. rx>ve and romance had come to her over it. Ami her soul sang its praise. (THE END.) NOT READY TO GOVERN. Dean C. Worcester Declares Native Domination ? Great Mistake. i SAN FRANCISCO. November IS.?Dean C. Worcester, secretary of the interior of the Philippine insula- government for twelve years under the administrations of Presidents McKiub-y. Roosevelt and Taft, arrived here yesterday on the liner Manchuria. "It was a great mistake to pi-omise the Filipinos the insular commission should be dominated by a majority of the na tives," he said. "As long as the com mission has existed the Americans have been in the majority and have prevented foolhardy legislation oil the part of the assembly. "Under the new order, as introduced by Gov. Harrison, demonstrations may be made by the natives at any time. The promise of President Wilson to grant thi Philippines independence is a dream. "The natives cannot govern themselves. Trouble would result immediately and there would be intervention by other na tions?at least by one other. The Philip pines would quickly get a dose of the same m'edicine administered Ivorea." little Series J& Bedtime By THOKXTO.X \V. UtKUESS. iCui'j:isUt. 1U1U. by J. G. Lloyd.) Jerry Muskrat Learns Some thing. If vow think you know it ail You art- HiJins; for a fall. I sc your > ars ami use your eyes, Hut hold your touguc and you'll bt* wise. Jerry Muskrat will tell you that that is js true as true can be. Jerry knows. He found it out for himself. Now he is very careful what he says about other people or what they are doing. But he wasn't so eareful when his cousin, Paddy the Beaver, was building his house. No. ?sir. Jerry wasn't so car?-ful then- He thought lie knew more about building a House than Paddy did. He was sure of it when he watched Paddy heap up a great [>ilo of mud riglit in the middle white hi* room ought to be. ami then build a wall jf sticks around it. lie said as much to Peter Rabbit. Now, it is never safe to say anything to Peter Rabbit that you don't care to have others know. Peter has a great dial of respect for Jerry Muskrat's opinion on house building. You see, he very much admires Jerry's snug house in the Smil ing Poo!. It really is a very tine house, and Jerry may be excused for being proud of it. But that doesn't excuse Jerry for thinking that he knows all here is to know about house building. Of ?ourse, Peter told every one he met that Paddy the Beaver was making a foolish rilstake in building his house, and that Jerry Muskrat, who ought to know, said jo. So whenever they got the chance the lttle people of the Green Forest and the Green Meadows would steal up to the t^hore of Paddy's new pond deep In the Green Forest and chuckle as they looked out at the great pile of sticks and mud which Paddy had built for a house, but in which he had forgotten to make a room. At least they supposed that he had forgotten this very important thing. He must have, for there wasn't any room. It was a great joke. They laugh ed a lot about it, and they lost a great Wonderful restorations to health follow the use of taffy's Nri Matt Whiskey everywhere. This most eahafele tonic Capital, $1,250,000 Young man ?what about the dav when you'll be "Old man.' One of two conditions is inevitable?inde pendence or dependence. ? * Let s hope that it will be independence, for dependence iii old age, whether it be upon rela tives, friends or public charity, is one of the most pitiful things in the world. Now is the time for you to build the founda tion for independence. You have youth, and health, and an income from which some part can certainly be saved if you'll only realize the vital importance of saving at the time when it is possible. Stop and think of the result from "living up to your entire income." What's to become of you when that income ceases? The answer would be appalling, but happily there's an absolute safeguard for every one. Young man, you can spare a dollar right now? possibly several?for a beginning toward that safe guard. Come to our bank and open a savings account at once. We'll be glad to see you make the start with everyone dollar, but make the. determination to add every penny the moment it can be spared. \ That's the way to be sure of independence, and we'll assist in its growth by paying 3% compound interest on all your savings. i United States Trust Co. N. E. Cor.. Fifteenth 6 H Streets n. w. Pa. Av?. A lOtIt St. n. w. N. Cor. 14th A U Sts. n?w. ftvMthftfi Sts. n.w. Pa. Av?. Jk 20th St. n. w. Dupont drela (1341 Caaa. A*aO deal of the respect for Paddy the Beaver which they had had since he bu?lt liis wonderful dam. Jerry and Peter sat in the moonlight talking it over. Paddy had stopped bringing sticks for his wall. He had dived down out of sight and he was gone a long time. Suddenly Jerry noticed that the water had grown very, very muddy all around Paddy's new house. He wrinkled his brows trying to think what Paddy could be doing. "Presently Paddy came up for air. Then lie went down "NOW IT IS NEVER SAFE TO SAY ANYTHING TO PETER RABBIT THAT YOU DON'T CARE TO HAVE OTHERS KNOW." * again arnl> the water grew muddier than ever. This went on for a long time. Every little while Paddy would come up for air and a, few minutes of rest. Then down he would go and the water would grow muddier and muddier. At last Jerry could stand it no longer. He just had to see what was going on. He slipped into the water and swam over to where th>i water was muddiest. Just as he got there up came Paddy. "Hello, Cousin Jerry!" said he. "1 was just going to invite you over to see what you think of my house inside. Just fol jow me." Paddy dived and Jerry dived after him. He followed Paddy in at one of the three doorways under water apd up a smooth hall right into the biggest, nicest bed room Jerry had ever been in in all his life. He just gasped in sheer surprise. He couldn't do anything else. He couldn't find his tongue to say a word. Here he vas in this splendid great room up above the water, and he had been so sure that there wasn't any room there! He just didn't know what to make of it. Paddy's eyes twinkled. - "Well," said he. "What do you think of it?" "I?I think it ts splendid. Just per fectly splendid! But I- don't understand it at all. Cousin Paddy. 1? I?Where is that great pile of mud I helped you build in the middle?" Jerry looked as foolish as he felt when he asked this. "Why, I've dug it all away. That's what made the water so muddy," replied Paddy. "But what did you build it for "in the lirst place?" Jerrj persisted. "Because I bad to have something to rest my sticks against while I was building my walls, of course." replied Paddy. "Wlien I go the tops fastened together for a roof they didn't need a support any longer, and then I dug it away to make this room. I couldn't have built such a big room any other way. I see you don't know very much about house building. Cousin Jerry." "I?I'm afraid I don't," confessed Jerry, sadly. Natural Gas. Supply Doomed. WHEKTdNG, W. Va., November 18.? Appearing before the state public service coinniissitfh here yesterday in defense of advances in natural gas rates in north ern West Virginia towns. General Man ager T. O. Sullivan of the Manufacturers' l.lght and H^at Company of Pittsburgh declared that within ten years the supply of gas in this state will have been ex hausted. This was one of his arguments for the advance in rates. The interstate eommerce commission has ordered the Western Maryland rail way to discontinue the practice of re plenishing its passenger cars with water taken from the city mains Jn Hagerstown, which is declared to be polluted. Sore Tfliroat or Moiatlh. You must keep the throat and mouth clean ana healthy. Any disease that attacks the canal through which must pass the food we eat, the bev erages we drink and the very air we breathe is a serious matter. 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