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s "WHEELS" By Thomas B. Alderson. When once you had seen Ethel Lyndon, it was liard to forget her. Thinking it over, you-would connect her with pictures you had seen in olden books when art was select in the portrayal. Her eyes would make you recall some brilliant Spanish beauty. Her form, her poise reminded of the queenly beauties of ancient It Was Hard to Forget Her. France. Her face, a-smile, lured you with its fresh sweetness, and your mind would get memories of golden mornings when some one you loved stepped into a dewy garden path among birds and flowers like some light fairy. Of the ten or twelve available swain of Deepford fully half of them were ready to die for her and the others in despair. She was not only tie belle of the district, but the favor ite of all the girls. She did not seek to reign as queen of all hearts. They made her, and did her homage, but could not spoil her. Ethel was all soul kindly, genuine, the friend of everyone even of Wheels. Poor Wheels! He had got his nick name and had met his fate at Deep ford. He was wise enough to realize it and placidly accepted the situation. They called him Wheels because he had them in his head. At least they said so. He had been always of an in quisitive turn of mind. Some one had told him he was a natural born in ventor. Since then Adrian Russell, alias "Wheels," had dubbled in all kinds of experiments. Adrian had a small estate left him by his mother. Ethel depended on her aged and somewhat whimsical grand father. She was his favorite and" the other heirs expectant hated her for it. "Let 'em, my dear!" old Luke Lyn don used to chuckle. "I've got all my fortune in cash and jewels. I intend to tell yoju where they are before I die. Don't give those time-serving, money grubbing cousins of yours a single cent!" Time went pleasantly for Ethel. The home was roomy and even elegant, her grandfather liberal in allowing her spending money. He did not ob ject in the least to her having a jolly crowd enjoy the evenings on the spa cious lawn or upon the wide vine embowered porch. "I've got it!" announced Wheels in an assured and excited tone one aft ernoon, joining the tennis party on the Lyndon lawn. "What, Wheels?" interrogated a joker "measles?" But Adrian re fused to be anything but serious. "No, sir," he said, "I've got a new invention." "Mouse trap, eh?"' smirked a sec ond Smart Aleck. Just here Ethel dropped her racquet and came up to the spot There was something earnest in the clear bright face of Adrian, even if he was a dreamer.