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First Signs of the Winter Sky.
"pHE first sign of the coming glory of the Winter heaens may now be seen about 9 p. m. like a ghostly, glim mering flag lifted above the northeast horizon. It is the wonderful star-cluster known from time immemorial as the Pfciades. Behind the Pleiades advance the star ranks of Taurus and Orion. led by the red Aldcbaran. Suits of the New Season Reprinted by Permission ofGoodlfousekeeping, the Nation's Greatest Home Magazine LsJSSsaifiS. KlH s HGEBi&iB 17 rry, Jf i.trt HAOQP'.iaKiB TOeHBrs3ffiHa2r fMlft'atstafeaB tmKffifimsfrmfMammm&m?!&ir EWMBBm-mj&izgj&mjmAA&x HERE,. Is x suit of the ne "silver velours.'' In brown, navy blue or green, -h flecks of white. As an accompaniment, obsene the charming vehet hat, any color. And the best recommendation of each, apart from their smartness, is their moderate cost. The Fatal (Novelized from the photo-play "The Fatal RInc") By Fred Jackson. Episode 12. GoprrlrLt 1317 t7 Frrd JickKH all r"cbt reaene6.l TOM realized that he was so far off the train as certain to reach her era he could drag her to fet To rush to her side was worse than useless She would be ground to death before his eyes before he had gone half way But there u the switch uulte lear him It vtaa an Inspiration like a volco from Heaven prompting him Ho leaped upon the snitch and pulled It donn with all his might and main. And not and Instant too soon, for his hand had hardly left the leer when (he Northbound Express plunged Into the siding and went thundering past Pearl's Inert bod,, on the very next track. Wet with perspiration, trembling, his heart almost bursting, Tom stumbled back along the track and lifted Fearl up She lay motionless In his arms, her eyes closed -Pearl'" he whispered feafully. -PEAKI" She did not stir He bent over her, sick with fear, and went weak aa ho discovered that she still breathed, that her heart still beat though faint!. Swiftly be bore her back to the car. He chafed her wrists, called hr by name, covered her face with kisses. But her eyelids did not quiver She gave no sign of life save for her gentle breathing la an agony of doubt and anxle tr he thought of a flask of whis ker la ,a pocket in the ear and brovfrht It out to pour some of the fiery lUraar ketveen bay Ufa, 7"7" - Ring She made a face at that, splut tered, and forced his hand awa suddenly opening her eyes and smiling up at him. "Do )ou ant to choke me? Have a heart." she -whispered with an effort. Then she frowned with pain and put her hand to the back of her head. "Paln asked Tom, bending over her. "Tee," said Pearl "Awful pain" And gazing straight up Into his troubled eyes, she added, "Please Tom kiss it and make It well!" Being a gentleman and so Inca pable of denying a lady's least re quest. Tom obeyed her. . Upon the evening following Cars- lake arrived In New York and went directly to the home of Clclly Llovd. Miss Lloyd was a beauty, a world beauty, who managed to live In lux ury, despite the fact that she tolled not In a pretty white atone house In the neighborhood of the Park, Miss Lloyd had ber dwelling place, and there Carslake knew that he would be welcome and free from Interfer ence of any sort. Accordingly he proceeded In that direction as stealthily as possible, and, arriving unrecognized, rang the belL Cassandra, C!cllys colored maid, opened the door, and welcomed Carslake with a gasp of delight. Carslake Welcomed, "Ob, MIstah Cah'slake Ah'm sbuah glad to aee you-all." she said "They"! a drunken genn'l'man up a'alra tryln' fo to break In Miss Clcliys do' on' Miss Clclly say she don won' to see blm no-how, and he say he ain't a-gwlne to leave 'til he done aee her' Would It be aeldn' too much fo' you-all to go right up and he'p dat genn'l'mun out, aahr "It would not be asking too much, Cassandra, Just leave him to me," replied Caralaka, 4 7 I T , v iiv ?.I.'W j ,Jk! F Arte ?Mj3& Do You Like a Thrilling Story ? Read "The AND here Is a Cberuit suit made of Burella cloth, " brown or blue outside and tan Inside. The hat in this case It made ot velvet and ribbon of any color and the price of the suit and hat would make any discriminating person eager to buy. A SERIAL OF LOVE, ROMANCE AND THRILL At the top, pressing against Clcl ly 's boudoir door with his shoulder, was Slick Nick, a gentleman cracks man, very much the worse for liquor. "Here. Nick! What are jou do ing here? Come out of this'" cried Carlslake. with authority In his tone Nick turned and peered at him. "Oh. s'you. la It, Carslake"" he murmured with some difficulty "I ' shay here's a rum go. Come to pay lady a call. Lady refushe to see me Flrsht tlme my life lady refushe to shee me" He pounded on the door "Lemme In' Lemme In, I ahayr" be called. "No-go away!" For pity's sake. Dick, drive him away!" walled Clclly, her frightened face peeping out from the half-cloaed boudoir door that ahe waa vainly trlng to ho' " .nit her roller Carslake caught hold of Nick's lUtiLibci and spun him around "Come on, now get out" he cried disgustedly, "How dare you Interfere with a gen'mun of my calibre" asked Nick with drunken dignity. "I" He did not finish Carslake land ed on his rlKht eye and blacked It Then he picked him up and pitched him ltghtlv down the statrs, follow ed him, kicked him oJt of the door which Cassandra obligingly held open, and then closed the door and bolted It "That will be about all of him. I think," said Carslake, readjusting his clothing "I'll ring If I want ou, Cassle ' "Thank you, suh," smiled Cassan dra, vanishing promptly Into re gions below Carslake remounted the stairs, fourd the boudoir door now open, and walked In Cicilv. robed In a beautiful negll- gee that half hid, half revealed the! charming lines of her figure, now reclined upon a chaise-lounge, and' let big pitiful tears roll down her cheeks Her brown eyes swam; her thick lashes were wet and knotted together She made a fas cinating pleture aad knew It TM-Bt enttMd-Te,0XJ DRACULA, OR THE VAMPIRE By BRAM SYNOPSIS Joamthaa narker. a Londoa ito lleltorB clerk, take a lone Journey to BukowtM t sea Count Dracala and arrange for tbo tranafer of an Encllah estate to tho Connt. In hla dlarj, kept la ahorthand. he clve the detalla of his atranice trip, the latter part fllled lth mxaterloua and thrill Ina; happenlnira. Upon hta arrival at Caatle Drncnla he la met by the Count and flada hiauelf vir tually a prlaoner. The caatle It aelf la a place of myaterr irlth doora all barred, and no aerranta to be acen. The Count irreeta him warmly, but hla strange peraoa rART I (Continued) SHE threw herself on her knees, and raising up her hands, cried the same words In tones which wrung my heart. Then ahe tore her hair and beat her breast, and abandoned herself to all the violences of extravagant emotion. Fin ally, she threw herself forward, and, though I ctm not see ner. a couw near the beatinr U her naked bands against the door. Somewhere high overhead, probably on the tower, I heard the voice of the Count calling in Is harsh, metallic whlsDer. Hla call seemed to be an swered from far and wide by the bowl ing of wolves. Before many minutes had passed a pack of them poured, like a pent up dam when liberated, through the wide entrance Into the courtyard. There was no cry from the woman, and the howling of the wolves waa but short. Before long they streamed away singly. licking their lips. I could not pity her. for I knew now what had become of her child, and she was better dead. What shall I do' What can I do? How can I escape from this dreadful thrall of night and gloom and fearT 25 June, Morning. No man knows till he has suffered from the night bow sweet and how dear to his heart and eye the morning can be. When the sun grew ao high this morning that It struck the top of the great gateway opposite my window, the high'spot which it touched seemed to me as if the dove from the ark had lighted there. My fear fell from me as if It had been a vaporous garment which dissolved In the warmth. I must take action of some sort whilst the courage of the day Is upon me. Last night one of my post-dated let ters went to post, the first of that fatal series which Is to blot out the very traces of my existence from the ' earth. HIE FIRST FATAL LETTETl 1 STARTS ON ITS COURSE. Let me not think of It. Action! It has always been at night time that I have been molested or threat cned, or In some way in danger or in fear. I have not vet seen the Count in the daylight. Can it be that he sleeps when others wake, that he maj be awake whilst they sleep? If I could only get info his room! But there Is no possible way. The door is alvxavs locked, no way for me. Yes, there is a way, If one dares to take It, Where his body has gone why may not another body go? I have seen him myself crawl from his window. Why should not I imitate hfm, and go In by his window? The chances are desperate, but my need U more desperate still. I shall risk it At the worst it can only be death; and a man's death Is not a calf's, and the dreaded Hereafter may still be i open to me God help me in my taslc' ' Cood by, Mlna, if I fail; good by, my ' faithful vVinTirl a n1 nannnH fnltian Oood by, all, and last of all Mlna! Same day, later I have made the eflort, and God helping me. have come safely back to this room I must put down every detail in order I went . hllst my courage was fresh straight to the window on the south side, and Ft once got outside on the narrow 'pnep of stone which runs round the Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX Not Fair. TJEAR MISS FAIRFAX: A few months ago a friend introduced me to a girl from the South About two months ago she returned home, and since then we have been corresponding. My friend Is in love with this girl, and she likes him. L too, have taking a liking to her My friend Is jealous and demands that I show him the letters I get from her This I naturally refuse to do Hi says I must either stop writing or break friendship with him. I am at a loss what to do. A C. VOUR friend's attitude seems to me most unfair If he were this girl's accepted suitor he woud be In a position to ask her to honor his wishes In this matter As It is I scarcely see what right he has to demand that vou break off an Interesting friendship just because he wanjf all the girl's time and attention Even If she were In love with him she might In all lovalty take a sympathetic. Interest In your work If he will not listen to rea son vou will have to settle the matter with vouraelf. deciding whether his jealous and exacting friendship means enough to you to warrant vou In giving up the girl's sympathy Possibly there Is more to the story than I know. In any event, go over the situation hon- , estly and frankly and then figure VUk WiWkJTUU rssujr.wsBa-iQ. as. STOKER. OF STORY t allty-and odd behavior eanae liar. ker Btueh alarm. la order not to arouse saspleleullarker leada the Count to tell of his estate and of the history of his family. Later the Count orders him to write his employer he U to stay at- the eastle for a month. That night he sees the Count erarrl down the caatle mall like a llsard. A aeries of mysterious Incidents fellow, aad Marker gains an Idea of the atrange character of hla host. One night three women appear la his room but are driven away by the Count In fury, necognlalng his danger he seeks to escape, but ads all aveauea of escape closed. building on this side. The stones are big and roughly cut, and the mortar has by process of time been washed oway between them. I took oft my boots, and venturoi out on the desperate way. I looked down once, so as to make sure that a sudden glimpse of the awful depth would not overcome me, but after that kept my eyes away from It. I knew pretty well the direction and distance of the Count's window, and made for it as well as I could, having regard to the-opportunltlea available. I did not feel dizzy I suppose I was too excited and the time seemed ridiculously short till I found myself standing on the window sill and try ing to raise up the sash. 1 was filled with agitation, however, when I bent oovn ana sua leet xoremosv in through the window. Then I looked around for the Count, but, with sur prise and gladness, made a discovery. The room was empty! It was barely furnished with odd things, which seemed to have never been used: the furniture was something the same style as that In the south rooms, and was covered with dust. A COLDE.V HOARD IN' THE COUNT'S ROOM. I looked for the key, but it was not In the lock, and I could not find it anywhere. The only thing I found waa a great heap of gold in one" cor ner gold of all kinds, Roman, and British, and Austrian, and Hungarian, and Greek, and Turkish money, coy. ered with a film of dust, as though it had lain long in the ground. None of It that I noticed was less than three hundred years old. There were also chains and ornaments, some Jeweled, but all of them old and stained. At one corner of the room was a heavy door. I tried It, for, since I could not find the key of the room or the key of the outer door, which was the main object of my search, I must make further examination, or all my efforts would be in vain. It waa open, and led through a stone passage to a circular stairway, which went steeply down. I de scended, minding carefully where I went, for the stairs were dark, being only lit by loopholes in the heavy ma sonry. At the bottom there was a dark, tunnel like passage, through which came a deathly, sickly odor, the odor of old earth newly turned. As I went through the passage the smell grew closer and heavier. As last I pulled open a heavy door which stood ajar, and found myself In an old, ruined chapel, which had evl dently been used as a graveyard The roof was broken, and In two places were steps leading to vaults, but the ground had recently been dug over, and the earth placed In great wooden boxes, manifestly those which had been brought by the Slovaks There was nobody about, and I made search for any further outlet, but there was none. Then I went over every Inch of the ground so as not to lose a chance. I went down even Into the vaults, where the dim light struggled, al though to do so was a dread to ray very soul Into two of these I went, but saw nothing except fragments of old coffins and piles of dust; in the third, however, I made a discovery (To Be Continued Tomorrow) ICorrrleJitMll Marriage. J) EAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am eighteen and have been going about with a young man for a year. He says he wishes to marry me some day. but I have seen so many marriages prove failures that I am hesitating In becoming engaged. As my mother and father had trouble I know what it Is and wish to be sure of his love before I give him my life Can you suggest some way I may be sure of a happy marriage? DOUBTFUL you poor youthful little cynic! A good many marriages are fail ures; that doesn't mean that the in stitution Itself Is a failure, but that the people who are Into it aren't the right kind of partners. If you are ready to do your part to bear and forbear and to give love and under standing to the man you love, and If he Is as ready to be "square" with you as you are with him, your Hfe partnership ought to work out very . well. I am not going to suggest any "love teats'" to you. Time Is the! best one, and you. as well as the boy J ot whom you are fond,wlll have to ' pass It. If you still oare for each I other as you grow older, you will ' be brave enough to take the risks' and chanties one has to endure to wla- tag frfofl-otfaajgtam in lii Fatal Ring" The Wise h the One Who mmymmi - w ,& - snHMHkMH.t.Miai A S I sit down to write this from my Mndow an incident ready to my hand and, stopping to watch it, discard my original subject. A small boy has been asked to chop some kindling for the cook and to straighten up the woodpile. I see him coming up the green road from the barn, staggering under the management of a wheelbarrow which he has fllled much too full of pieces of old lumber. He dumps his load beside the woodpile and starts to work vigorously. He picks out piece after piece of old wood and reduces it to the proper size for kindling. Then his eye lights on some long, thin strips left over moulding perhaps quite new and evi dently very attractive. He handles the strips for a few minutes affectionately, then, he stands a strip in each hand, with arms widely extended and turns slowly in the bright sunshine. He makes a pretty picture, the blue mountains for back ground. Apparently he is watching the perform ance of his shadow on the green grass. He is completely absorbed for some time. After that the kindling work goes a little slower. Presently an industrious and very competent daddy comes along. He stands and -watches a few moments unobserved. The cook is not wait- ing for that kindling, but, like most of us adults, he has an exaggerated sense of the importance of time and he simply can't stand by and see any I thing done, if he can help it, unless it is being ! done as well as possible. He pitches In and lends a hand and speeds up the work. The little boy re motes the strips from the danger zone and casts his eye at them from lime to time as he works J When the kindling is chopped and the -woodpile i reduced to orderly straight rows it is tery largely I that man's work that has accomplished it. As i he leaves I hear the little boy call out after his retreating flgure, "Say, I've got a perfectly grand In Our Wonderful World It Is reported from France tr-at the Soclete dea Mints da la Loire has re cently started Its first of two elrctrlo furnaces for the production of Iron, utilising current from Its own gener ating station. Concrete as a material for gate structures In American Irrigation canals la beginning to displace wood, Its durability overcoming the disad vantage of higher cost. About 23,000,000 knives and forks and 11,000,000 spoons have been sup plied to the Allies In France since the commencement of the war An alloy of aluminum and tungsten. Juwyvn M ''(inlfljua," -U BSV 6flBJ- The Latest Word in Waists. THERE is a revival this season and an equally strong tendency toward the surplice waist with a collar whicfi, though square in the back, folJoU-s the line of the surplice in the front. From Good Housekeeping. Parent Knows Just When to Help and When Not to Help By Mary Ellen Sigsbee. morning I see used in the construct!on of motor car bodies. The Increased area of land under plough In England and Wales this year compared with 1018 'a 300,000 acres. Copperas Is an Iron compound and contains no copper. Heedless of Cost An American, who was entertaining a distinguished English gentleman, was showing his visitor round Sara toga Springs. "You observe.' re marked the host, "that when we Americans devote ourselves to pleas ure we do so regardless of expense." "I'd scarcely put It that way," re sponded the Briton. "Rather, you devote yourselves to expense rteard-1 l.-.fpltMUr M rd J By MARY ELLEN SIGSBEE plan for making some aeroplane wings for my self, and I believe they'll work, tool" But by this time his father has become absorbed in some, other field of endeavor and his remarks fall on deaf ears. The little boy wrestles with the problem of those wings a long time. His face finally becomes very troubled. His plan like many rhiMjri plans is altogether too much for his powers of construction. He can not carry it out. He is a little tired from the chopping, too. At last he puts the things aside with an unsatisfied sigh. He wishes some one would come along and help him at thatl Now I don't know whether this episode makes to you the point I want it to but it seems to me that we adults often fail to fill the place we wish to in the lives of our children just because we don't know how in our adult hearts to play the part of second fiddle. And yet our children learn by their own efforts, not by ours. The welfare of his children is one of the main objects of this father's life. Would he not haie done better if he had let the boy do his own -work and then given him assistance in develop ing the ideu which, to the father's mind, was only play? Both work and play would then have been real factors in the boy's education. As it was, both fell short. The important thing in life", after all, is to learn to think and act for ourselves. At certain times, of course, we al lhavo to do a 'given task in a given time, but even this Is best learned with out outside interference. The longer we take at our work the further off is our play. There is no better time- than childhood to learn this lesson. The adults can afford to stand back and let nature's own processes work. What the grown-ups need is to learn how to "hold in jour horses" and not begrudge to child- , hood the time necessary for learning from its own mistakes and conquests. ' ANECDOTES OF THE FAMOUS The following story against hlnw self Is told by Lord Chief Jostle Campbell, whose recent judgment, backed by Sre other judges, has set at rest forever the vexed question as to whether a man can be banged for murder, although the body ot his victim has not been found. Once, when a junior, his lordship declared on circuit In a moment of pique that hs bad a contempt toy the law. The contempt Is certainly bM born of familiarity," replied, a witty v ... v brother barrUtw.