main making pictures clear
through the winter season.
Wilbur ran all the way to the
railroad depot. He reached the
great iron gate bearmgjihe sign
"Overland Express" just as the
guard closed and locked it. Slow
ly, but steadily, gliding out upon
the rails, he saw the last observa
tion car of the disappearing train
with its red lantern.
"One minute too late!" cried
the breathless runner. Then he
set his lips. A run, a leap. His
flying feet just cleared the spiked
top of the iron gate. With a thud
they struck the planking beyond.
A dash down the platform, and,
almost exhausted, Wilbur caught
at the railing of the last car of the
It was ten minutes later when
he reached a section of a tourist
car occupied by the moving pic
ture pjlrty.1 It was one-half hour
later, after a long, difficult con
versation, that he got the original
of the miner character to ac
knowledge that he was Oscar
It was only when Wilbur
chanced to remark that young
Hope was dead that Oscar Dur
bin was willing to discuss a re
turn home. Then he told his
It was a strange one. Hope, his
closest chum, had married a
woman secretly. He had done so
wildly and recklessly under the
name of Oscar Durbin. A week
had convinced him that he had
wedded a person far below his
station. He had deserted her,
shortly after meeting with the ac
cident that caused his death. A1
Tew days later his wife had died
Erom an overdose of a drug to the
use of which, she was addicted.
Her brother had learned of the
marriage. Believing that the hus
band had basely deserted his sis
ter, he swore to kill him. He start
ed out to find "Oscar Durbin."
To save his friend; whose true
identity must inevitably be dis
closed, young Durbin had disap
peared. Now that Hope was dead, an.
explanation would satisfy the
There was a happy reunion at
the Durbin home. As upon the
first evening she had met him, the
beautiful Mabel again placed her
hands within those of Adrian
Wilbur to thank him. His glance
reminded her of her promise, and
she blushed sweetly as she, too,
remembered, and in the lovelight
of her beautiful eyes there was no
shadow of another parting.
Pare and core a dozen apples.
Have ready a quart of milk heat
ed. Add a quart of Indian meal,
mixing and cooking carefully a
few minutes. Add salt to taste, .a
cup each of molasses and chopped
suet. Pour over the apples. Place
in baking dish and bake 2 hours.
Some people prefer toboil it.
Then it should be securely fasten
ed in pudding cloth and boited for
She Why didn't you trump
that last trick? Partner Really,
I didn't have the heart to do it
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