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V Another Gripping Installment of "The Wolves of New York" Today This Duy in History. THIS k the aaniversary of the birth sf Napoken Bona parte in Corseca in 1769. This child of hambJe parents, at the age'of tweaty-six and with. a ragged; bm-' gry army, defeated the most experienced gsnenk tf Austria and speedily, established himself as the greatest military genius of all time.. Instead of Drinking Cups. QN trips and picnics a few soda-fountain straws will be found more valuable than any drinking cup. Many times it is impossible to procure a cupful of water from a spring or brook without roiling it or dipping up leaves or twigs on the surface. But a straw will reach without trouble to the clear water beneath. Good Housekeeping. r& Psffe fcwm - ' i The Wolvesof New York . A STORY OF LOVE AND MYSTERY Paul Dies As He Is About to Reveal Borradale Curse, But Warns Basil Against Zara ' Continued From Testerday f They hare fought together," he Cried. These two.' They re both fcnrt." Ho was doing hie utmost for Paul. The stab was In the left side Bader the heart, and It was clear that the man's strength was fast abbing away. The gypsies drew around him, and their attitude was threatening, they made no effort at assistance. "What hare yon done!" growled one, of them. "Who struck the UowT" "I hare aid' that the two men iecght," said Basil, as well as ho aould. "The girl will teU she and I came to separate them. Can't yon 'help hjwome of yon." They lifted the Hungarian gypsy and carried him with a certain amount, of care to Zara's van. Basil leaving the dying man for a mo ment, hastily assured .himself that Lorskl aa he had gathered the saa&'s name to be was not vitally , iajured. Bo your best for him," he said, 0t "tUl X, can attend to him myself. f. X am a doctor and yon can trust me. -mere most be those among you wno understand the dressing of a wound. ' Xt Is my, duty tor see to tho man who Is most hurt and he lies yonder." Zara cast a reproachful glance at aim. She would have spurned the prostrate body with .her foot, but ""she was restrained by the women of the party. There was a savage ' , slow In her eyes, as In those of some feline animal, It was useless to attempt to move Paul. Basil quickly realized that nothing? could be done to help him! Zara's blow had done Its work only too well. B wm not Uve many minutes," ha said to those among the gypsies 'Who had stayed to lend their as sistance. Popular feeling seemed Utile moved by the event. Those who helped did bo In a perfunctory manner; a few stood by, smoking nonchalantly, taking no part In the proceedings. Apparently Paul had bo one who particularly regretted tte fate that had befallen him. "A fair fight," muttered one: "men wQl quarrel. He'll He In the wood tonight and tomorrow we move on." The dying man groaned and fixed kSa-eyes upon Basil. "Ton are good to me," he muttered, "yet I would have f " "Hush." whispered Basil back. Kerer mini that. Better not talk, zax friend." -I die what matter If I talk? f " 'warn yon." The words came In a gasp. "X dM mean to klU you. I fol low yon from the house, though y to . know It not. I think you goto the station: X think It your way home. I arrange with LorskL It all hap pen as a plan. I wait wait outside the van but you come not out. Then Lorskl he say you are. of our blood and he not have yon hurt. .And I I dare not obey those who have said "kill!" Lorskl and I we walk up and down and he talk he talk UU I grow angry. He love me not and Zara she hate me. So we fight and so I die." It Was with difficulty that he Spoke. Basil knelt, supporting his head and moistening his lips now and again wlth.a little brandy. The gypsies evinced no Interest in the ravings of a dying man. "Why did you seek to do this thing?" BasU asked. He had real ised that It was due to the hazard of his turning to go to the station that his life had been In Jeoparay. Paul had mistaken the route, and so had laid his trap In a spot where but for chance it would not have failed. Why did you wish to klU me?" "I obeyed my orders." "The orders of your master, Mr. Borrodaler . The man laughed, and his laugh turned to a groan. "Ah. no. It Is not him I obey. It Is not he mymaster. I tell you listen " He tried to lift himself, but the attempt did not rcb him of his scant breath. He gasped and coughed, and bis head fell back. "Quick I tell you I oh. I can- not It Is too late." He seized .Basil's hand and pressed it con vulsively. "But this" his voice almost inaudible now "I warn you there Is danger If not now be ware and most beware of of "Of whomT" Basil bent his head to catch the feeble sound. Of of Zara. Zara, the she aevil" His. hand relaxed Its grip. His head fell back. He was dead, ; CHATTER CXX. A. Subtle Influence. Paul was dead dead as he had been about to reveal to Basil a secret, a possible clue to the curse which hung so heavily upon the Borradale family. But now the mystery was but heightened. It was not Harold Borradale who desired Basil's death, and who had Instigated Paul to 'bring It about. Terrible as this would have been, there' was yet a reasonable motive, for Basil could understand that Esther's husband "had anything but affection for him. i However. It was not Harold Bor rodaleT Who then? To whom did Paul owe obedience besides to his I supposed master. To that strange being who was presumably in habiting the closed rooms at Helm Towers? To that awful wo man whose face was delineated over that of Mrs. Borradale In the pic ture which he had seen that day? Granting this, why should she de sire his death? What had he to do with the Borradale inheritance of vroe? To these questions his brain could find no answer. Then there was Zara. Why must he so particularly beware of Zara? He had been In the power of Zara and her uncle that even ing, nd they had spared his life. Besides she had said that she liked 3 him and her eyes had been very .candid as she spoke. But Paul did not know that. It was prob able that Paul's words were but the result of a dying man's fury against the woman who had slain him. It was not till later that these thoughts forced themselves upon Basil's mind. There was no time to think when he rose from Paul's side and announced that the man was dead. "It Is good," said the gypsy who appeared to be the' leader of the tribe. "We wiU bury him. He will lie In the wood and no one will know." "But," faltered Basil. "I cannot give " The gypsy smoked nonchalantly. "We have our own laws," he said, "and do not ask for death certifi cates. Two men fight one kills the other It the fight is fair, weU and good If not, we know how to punish; It Is not weU to Interfere with our customs." Basil looked about htm with In decision, his obvious duty was to report the fracas to the police, and allow the law to .take Its course. But, glancing at the swarthy faces which surrounded him. illuminated as they were by the light of lan terns, and of a rough fire quickly kindled, at the background of swaying trees, at the dark forma of the wagons, be could hardly bring himself to believe that he was. in America, in placid West chester, and that a high road lay within a few paces of him. Rather ha' might have been in the wilds of some half-dvlllzed country, in the company vof men who knew no laws but their own, forest deni zens of primitive nature. He felt .the Influence, of his surroundings. "The old man, Loskl, needs you," went on the gypsy. "It would be best for you to attend to him. They tell me that you are a doctor also that you are one of us. I advise you for your own sake to re member that you are one of us." He spoke quietly. but the words were evidently Intended as a warning. Obviously Basn would not be al lowed to go from the- gypsy camp tlU his hosts felt satisfied as to his discretion. He would gain noth ing by opposing them now, -and might. In fact, find himself in con siderable -peril. Nothing -would be easier for them If they antici pated danger from him than to seal his lips effectually by sending him, to Join Panl In his secret grave. These, were rough men. and human life-was of small account to them. To temporize and gain his free dom as quickly as he could that was Basil's obvious course. T will go to Lorskl." he said simply, "and I will do my best for him." Leaving -the side of the dead man. he mounted the steps of the van and tapped lightly at the door. It was opened to him by the girl her self. Her face was more placid .now, and she smiled slightly as she admitted him. He could hardly realize It possible that this was the same girl who hsd sped so wildly through the night, knife In hand, and thrown herself like a tigress upon her foe; she. too, who had wished to stab again In cold blood, and spurn with her foot the prostrate body of the man she had killed. Those subtle lips of chang ing expression, those weirdly fas cinating eyes! 'The lips were smil ing now, pouting a little: the eyes were gentle and seemed to call for sympathy. "He Is not badly hurt." she said. "Ton will see. He was wounded In the shoulder, but It Is In the flesh only. The knife struck upward so!" She Imitated the gesture of the blow. "They have laid him upon my bed, and there ,he stay awhile. He soon be well again. I nurse him and you make him welL" She led the way to the Inner room to which the wounded man had been brought Those who had carried him there had all taken their departure, with the exception of an old woman,- who appeared to be the recognized medical author ity of the tribe. Lorskl's wound, indeed, had already been roughly dressed, and he seemed fairly com fortable. Basil quickly satisfied himself that Zara's diagnosis was the true one. The man was in no danger; his wound was superficial, though It had caused some loss of blood. "Tou are quite right," he said to Zara. "Tour uncle Is not badly hurt" "I save him!" she cried, as If ask ing for praise. "I! And It was but Just In time. Is he dead, the cur. Paul?" "Tes," replied Basil, shortly, "he is dead." To Be Continued Tomorrow Copyrighted, w. R. Hearst. WINTER'S COMING fir ,7 . 1 h WINTER I 5 hwrn is Free books of instruction on canning and drying have been Issued by the National War Gar den Commission. They may be obtained at any of The Washing ton Times distributing stations. ... t "1 " f f T S5 The Gorgon's Head THE Gorgon was a beautiful woman, of pre-anclent Greece, her head afflicted with writhing, hissing serpents, that made her face, when she turned it on the world, a thing of horror and dis gust. Germanla Is cursed with the Prussian creature, the Kaiser and his sons, who rear about her face and make her an abomination to the rest of the nations. .Some genUe souls have believed that the faec she turned them was ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN By BEATRICE FAIRFAX No Great Difference in Age. DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am married to a man forty four years old and am twenty four, and he Is a very good man; but every time I happen to meet any of my friends they all tell me that I have made a very bad mistake by marrying a man so much older. Now, Miss Fairfax, wonld you please tell me If I have made a mistake, as It is always on my mind? J. L. The people you refer to as mak ing comments on the difference be tween your and your husband's ages are not friends, but meddle some busybodles who are, doubt less. Jealous that you are both so happy. Do not allow any further remarks on the subject. Tho difference you mention Is not too great. Some of the happiest marriages In the world are where there Is even a greater difference. Beauty Only Skin Deep. DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: Would you kindly advise me what to do? I have been going around for several years with a young man, who Idolizes me and would do most anything to make me' happy. He has a very fine character, not only Judged by myself, but by everyone. He is also very ambitious. I respect and care for him a great deal. The only objection I have Is that he is not as good looking as I would like him to be, although he makes a very neat appearance. All I hear my girl friends speaking of are the good-looking fellows they are going with, which I think nothing of. I would like your opinion as to whether good looks are necessary or not? ANXIOUS. "Good looks' are certainly not necessary, and I wonder at your giving the subject any further consideration, especially, as you say you;care for him. Grandma, the Demon Chaperone, Was Almost Certain That Clara and That Young Whippersnapper Were Spooning ByNELLBRINKLEY Copyrlint,' ills, by International Feature Service. Inc. suffering- with the terror and loathing and angulsh'ot her crown; but tere's some more of us who believe she "hugs" her serpents and glories In her hideousneas. Great Perseus-r-our Allied soldier.- hero-clean in his varied tan and blue, under the polished metal of his helmet, says: There's not one difference between this dame and the Gordon her face, when she turns it on u s doesn't turn all the world to stone with fear! Though she fondly believed It would. And we'll have her head, swears he, "for the touch stone's mine!" NELL BRTNKLEY. By 'FONTAINE FOX. You ! clara r When a Girl Marries 9 A NEW ROMANTIC SERIAL The Bride at a Party Gets a Lesson in Economy and Overhears a Disturbing Innuendo. By Ann Lid. CHAPTBR TO (Copyright. ISIS, br King Feature Syndleate, Inc.) SET back from a white-paved cross-roads corner In the heart of Long" Island, there Is a place called Flower Dew Ian. The name sounds as. If tha place were a little garden spot, .white, red-awntnged, and set tn green sward. In reality it's great rum bling structure of lemon-colored frame with porches and chimneys of red Brick tacked oa at random. Three boys preside over the grav eled .entrance and. graciously grant you permission to park your ear somewhere la the barren brown court yard, that blossoms. only with, automobiles and their shining nickel and enamel. Flower Dew Inn Is tha gayest pfsee on the Island. Feverishly, laughing like a child playing.' hookey from school. -JJm turned In at the entrance. The hall was crowded with people waiting for places in the great, brick-pillared, brick-floored dining room. The place looked avaricious and cold I wondered how Jim ceaM af ford to bring" si1 there. Just ahead of us stood a party of four. There were two men la btae serge coats and white flannels that looked as If they might cost more than the suits the editors of -Hal-dale's wore down to the' office. The women were In billowy chiffons and picturesque; floppy -hat. ' Suddenly tho girl In blue turned. Her -wide eyes of corn-flower blue widened still more between their thick, -light lashes. Her fun red lips pentad their way Into- aa amazed a delighted smile that brought out a spray of tiny dimples at her mouth -corners. She looked like a very knowing little child. "It's Jlml Jiramle himself come back to tut" She called and darted over to us. A CaaBeaga to JJsa. . X moment later-she stood looking up at ray husband .ehallenglngly, her head uplifted, her little body quivering. She' had two. aspects one, a pleading-. "Don't hart me" air;-the other, worldly, a gay little Puss in Boots, Jr. . f By David Gory. ONE day as Puss was .travel In? through a shady wood a little old &an said to him: "Take this twig, and If ever you are hungry, plant It in the earth."' and then the little man disappeared. Maybe bo Jumped into a hollow stump or perhaps, into a cave. 'where' so many of these queer little men of the wood havo their homes. Well, anyway. Puss placed the twig tn his pocket and went on. and by and by It grew late In the day and Puss became hungry, but there was no. house In sight. And then the great round sun hid Itself behind -the hill, and it got darker and darker until Fuss al most lost his way, and maybe ha would have if. all of a sudden, a little light had not glimmered in the distance. So Puss hurried on." and by and by, after a while, he came to a small cottage. So ho tapped on the door, and. after a few minutes. It was opened by a young girl. "What Is It you wlsht she asked. but she didn't open the door very wide, for at first, sight she thought' it might be a robber who had knocked, but when she saw Puss Junior with bis red top boots, she smiled and asked him In. "I am very sad to say that I have nothing to eat." she said after Puss had hung up his hat- on a wooden peg behind the door. "Mother has gone to the town to work and father has gone to the war, and a little mouse ate up the last crust of bread only last night." And then Puss suddenly thought of the twig which the little man of the world bad given him, so he took it out qf his pocket. "I have here a magic twig. Show me where I may plant It." he said to the girl,, so she led him out of doors. And 'then Puss made a sma)l hole in the ground and placed the twig in it. And would you believe It? In a few minutes it grew Into a f wonderful tree, and from its branches hung all kinds of little cakes. And some had frosting on. which at first Puss thought was the moonlight, but as soon as ho tasted It he knew it was frosting. Oa, my. yes I "Let me get a basket." said the girl, and she ran into the cottage and brought, out a basket and then she and Puss filled It with cakes and took it inside, and very soon they both weren't the least bit hun gry, which wasn't strange at all. If you had looked Into the basket, for there were only two little cakes 'left. "Now let me make you a little bed In this big chair." said the girl, and then she placed a soft cushion on the seat and lifted Puss up and placed him on It. And after that she went to her room, and while they were both asleep the Twinkle. Twinkle Star shone down on the little cottage and sang this song: The little cake tree grows In the yard. TJnder the silver moon. And the frosted cakes when the lit tree shakes Jingle a silvery tune." 'And In the next story you-sball see what Puss did when he woker.up In the morning. " (Copyright, 1818, David Cory.) To be eonttaued. air of Impudence and' in difference as to what the people In her party might think. -.Evelyn!- cried JIbs and Z da 1 tec ted a bit of annoyance la hla tone. The girl had casght his hands la hers, and was' looking up with tho wlstfulNair of a child who. doesn't want to be punished, though It knows It has been very naughty. "When did ypu get back? Why haven't Z. seen you? Are you still aagfr with-me, Jim?" Tha bine eyes misted- over. X was sorry for tha girL Evidently Jlsa had hurt her somehow. "Evelyn, I want you to meet my wife." said Jim. curtly. "Aanejthla Is ray friend, Evelyn Mason." Tha .girl's face went pink all at once and then paled, so that her pouting red lips twisted, put against a frail background of whits. But she reached up and kissed :me. Wo were friends at once. She insisted that wa muitslt with her party. A moment later' she was presenting Jim's wife to Mr. and Mrs. Royce-aad Mr. Slake, aad every one was congratulating Jim aad. watching Mlsa Mason ana me. with- a puzzled sir,. In tha dressing Toom it was settled, by Mis Mason that sha was "Evelyn" to ma and I "Anne" to her. A we were going to be friends we might aa well start, she said. "This is Shelly1 party let's go the limit." cried MJsa Mason, when wa were puzzling out the- order. She looked like an adorable baby when she. said It. aad every one laughed when she asked the waiter whether "Russian caviar or lobster cocktails would do mora to set tho proprietor up in business. Jim look ed uneasy. He frowned, when- ha heard Mlsa .Mason call me Anne. I wondered why? Sally Boyco and JBvelyn made a lion of Jim and' rallied the other men oa their citizen's' .clothea. x wondered If ray husband had a mag netism that no woman could resist aad if he enjoyed" his power. Z felt uneasy, but Jim's own sir fit reserve and unrest reassured mo, a bit. Plenty of Baaeiag. There was dancing, but Jim was informed that heroes weren't re quired to be. dance partners. Eve lyn' Mason sat out a great many dances with him and insisted that Shedtoa Blake show ma all lhe sew steps. Mr. Blake, was very tall. slim, perfectly .groomed, and -his akin. eyes, and hair were In shades of rich brown. He-was handsome-la a- vivid, .compelling way. Tha Dickey Royces were like a pair of little red-brown Pomeranians, snub- ' nosed, pert, indifferent altogether sure of themselves. With the coSee Mr. Royce had an laspiratioa. . "Salllkins, I must get you one of those rag monkey dolls they havo here." He called the waiter and slipped a ten-dollar bill conspicuously into ' his hand aa he asked for the doll. rruenur 11. w ihvukui u. Image of a sadly ugly little monkey dressed In green and capped la scarlet. Evelyn opened wide her wistful eyes and stared at the dolly aad then at the men. "Want one. baby?" asked Mr. Blake. "flh Ewy cant let Sally havo a dolly If she hasn'C lisped Miss Mason in a fashion that would have "been absurd If another girl had tried It but In her little husky voice It was adorable. The waiter protested that there were no more of the monkeys. But Mr. Blake's twenty-dollar bill Jog ged his memory, and he remem bered one more. "Oh. I couldn't take it and have our little bride go without a souvo nlr." protested Evelyn with sudden sweet womanliness. "Tou give it to" her. Shelly, and maybe Jim. will get one for his old. old chum.4 I saw Jim's face go scarlet Z knew .that he hadn't so much, aa twenty dollars with him. for only that afternoon he- had sptken of having a check cashed tho next morning. I shuddered away from the proffered dolL. "I know rm silly, but I detest monkeysl I'll tell you what I want for a souvenir of a wonderful eve ningone dance with my husband." I fairly whirled Jim out on tho floor. "You darling you clever little diplomat!" breathed my husband. He held me close suffocatingly close. The music of a waltz set us gliding out Into mystery and ro mance together. But as we passed the table Z heard Sally Royce laugh: "So she has Jim's number , al ready." And Evelyn's throaty voice mar mured: "Tor klddler Then 'Sheldon Blake laughed:' '"Glad you aren't in. her boots. Ewy?" What did they mean? Te Be Contlnaed.) DO YOU KNOW THAT Turkey red is .made from tha In dian madder plant. . In some of the- streets .of Naples? It is quite a usual thing to see the cows and goats being led along' an! milked at the doors of tha houses, e There Is a very interesting orchid In Java, the grammatophyllum. all the flowers of which opes at once. ant they also all wither together. see The enormous demand for linen , for covering aeroplane wings- Is rapidly absorbing the visible sup plies of the world, and It may b years before this material can bo I bought at a reasonable price. .V"