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This Day in History.
THIS is the anniversary of the coalition made in 1815 by Austria, Prussia, Great Britain and Russia where by each agreed to furnish 180,000 nien to crush the am bitions of Napoleon. The finale came at Waterloo, where the French Emperor, defeated, surrendered to Captain Maitland and was exiled to St. Helena. .4 Transparent Piece-Bag. LACK masquito-nelling makes Hie ideal piece-bag, hprausr throueh it vou can easily see the exact roll wanted, and it entirely prevents the necessity of emptying the tag for a weary search. Moreover, the netting wears wclu iowl Housdftping. v -S.M j A Good Way to Kill Envy Is to Honor Those Whom We Envy cjiit "Tm 'i- HE little Ruhannah's Father Tells Her How the. Turks Came and Massacred the Christians CoryrteTit. T : r.nnRHT 'jHAnnr..- Copyright Irl'.. 1'T ly th Interr. tiouil Xariilne utnpanv Then there were scores and score? of scrolls made out of llppeiy white linep. on which had been drawn ail tort of mom amazing geometrical designs in ink. "Plans." her father explained vaguely jtnfl. -when .pessed by reiterated questions: "Plana for military work. 1 1 lftUce forts, docks, barracks. fort'lfieU'dulB and bridge. You are not- yet -quite- old enough to understand. Ruhannah."' "Who did draw them, daddy?' "A German friend of mine. Herr Coui ad Wilner." What for? "I IhinK lux mubict sent him rto TurKuy to make those i cturcs." "For the oultan?" "No; Itr nis Umpeior." "Why?- : "I aon'i exactly know. Rue " At this stage of the conversation her tatntir usimlly 1 id aside hs book and copiposed himself for the Inevitable jiarrative soon to be de manded v( him. Tnen. .iUiouh ha.vlmr heard the etflry mmij times frofn her crip plea lauier:. Hya. but never weary Of tho miielttioir the child's, wouio kiu iuuuu ond very solemn in pr jiaj-auifi. tpr hei iksXI ami in evltooio question: ''A.-u did Herr "Wilder die. dad dy?" "Yes, dear." ' ' ' Tell mer- " " "Well. it, was when I was a mis sionary in the Treblzond district. and your tuother and I went " "Ann rat,, daddy? And me, too!" "Tea; you wef a little baby in arms And wc all went to Gallipoli to attend the opening of a beautiful new school which was built for lit tle Mohammedan converts to Christianity "' ' "Did I see those little Christian children, daddy?" "Yes, you saw them But you are too young: to remember." "Tell me. Don't stop!" "Then listen attentively without interrupting Rue: Your mother and you and 1 went to Gallipoli; and my friend, Herr Wllner, who had been staying with us at a town call ed Tchardak. came along with us to attend the opening of the Amer ican school. "And the night we arrived there was terrible. The Turkish people, urged on by some bad officials in the Sanjak, came with suns and words and spears and set fire to the mission school "They did not offer to harm us. we had already collected our con verts and our personal baggage. Oar caravan was starting. The mob might pot have done anything worse than burn the school if Herr Wilner bad not lost his temper and threatened them with a dog whip. Then they killed him with stones, there in the walled yard." At this point in the tragedy, tht eagerly awaited and ardently de sired shivers passed up and down the child's back. "O oh! Did they kill him dead?" ; "Yes. dear." "Was he a martyr?" "In a -way he- was a martyr to his duty. I suppose. At least I gather so from his-diary and from what he once told me of his life." "And then what happened? Tell tae, daddy." A Greek steamer took us and our baggage to Treblzond." "And what then?" "And then, a year later, the ter rible massacre at our Treblzond mission occurred That was what the child was waiting for. "I know!" she interrupted eagerly. "The wicked Turks and -the cruel Kurds did come galloping and snouting 'Allah!' And all the poor, converted people became martyrs. And God loves martyrs, doesn't He?" "Yes. dear " "And then they did kill all the poor little Christian children!" ex claimed the child excitedly. "And they did cut you with swords and guns! And then the kind sailors with the American flag took you and mamma and mc to a ship and saved us by the grace of our Lord Jesus!" "Yes. dear " "Tell me!" "That is all " "No. you walk on two crutches, and you cannot be a. missionary any more because you arc sick all the time! Tell me. daddy!" "Yes. And that is all. Rue " "Oh. no! Please! Tell me! And then, don't you remember how the brave British sailors and our brTe Ainerlcan sailors pointed their cannon at the I-ronclads, and they said, Do not shoot or wc shall shoot yott to pieces. And then the . brave American sailors went on shore and brought back some poor little wounded converted children, and your baggage and the magic, box of Herr Wilner'" "Yes, dear. And now that Is enough tonight " "Oh, daddy, you must first read in the di-a-ry which Herr Wilner made!" "Bring me the rook. Rue '' "With an Interest forever now. the Carew family prepared to listen to -the words written by a strange man who had died only a few moments After he had made, the last entry in the book before even the ink was entirely dry on the pages. The child, sitting crobs-legged on the floor, clasped her little hands tightly; her mother, laid aside her sewing, folded it. and placed it in her lap; her father searched through h penciled translation which he had written- in between the lines of German script, found where he had left off the time be fore, then continued the diary of Herr Conrad Wllnert deceased: March 3 My original plans have been sent to the Yildlz palace. My duplicates ,are to. go to Berlin- when a messenger from our embassy ar rives. Murad Bey knows this. I DARK am fori' he knows it But nobody except m; lelf Is aware tht I hae a third cet of plans ccfefvlly luJ den March 4. All da with Murad's men setting wne entanglements under water; two Turkish destroy ers patrolling the entrance to the bay, and cavalry patrols on the heights to warn away tnc curious. March il. Forts Alamout and Shah Abbas ate being reccr. structed from the new plans. Wired areas under water and along the cove- and shoals are being plotted. Murad Bey Is unusually polite and effusive, conversing wan me in Ceuuan and French. A splder man and very dangeroUr. March 7. A strange anu tragic affair last night The heat being severe. 1 left my tent about mid night and went down to the dock where m little sailboat lay, with the object of codling mySelf on the water There was a hot land breeze. I sailed out into the bay and cruised north along the coves which I have wired. As I rounded a little rocky RO.nt I was surprised to see In the moonlight, very near, a steam yacht at anchor, carrying no lights. The longer I looked at her the more certain 1 became that I was gazing at the Imperial yacht. I had no idea what the yacht might be doing hefft: I ran my sailboat close under the over banging rocks and anchored - Then 1 saw a snmll boat in the moon light, pulling fro m the yacht toward shore, where the crescent cove had already been thoroughly staked and the bottom closely cov ered with barbed wire as tar as the edge of the deep channel which curves in here like a scimitar. It must have been that the peo ple In the boat miscalculated the location of the channel, for they were well over the sunken barbed wire when they lifted and threw overboard what they had come there to get rid of two dark bulks that splashed. I watched the boat pull back to the Imperial yacht A little later the yacht weighed anchor and steamed northward, burnlpg no lights. Only the red reflection tinging the smoke from her stacks was visible. I watched her until sh was lost In the moonlight, thinking all the while of those Velghted sacks so often dropped overboard along the Bosporus and off Seraglio Point from that same Imperial yacht. When the steamer had disap peared I got out my sweeps and rowed for the place where the dark objects had been dropped- oTrloar:J. I knew that they must be resting somewhere on the closely criss crossed mesh of wires Just below the surface of the water: but I probed for an hour before I located anything. Another hour passed in trying, to hook into the object witn the IKtle three-fluked grapnel which I used as an anchor. I got hold of something Anally; a heavy chest of olive wood bound with metal; but I had to rig a tackle before I could hoist it aboard. Then I cast out again; and very soon my grapnel hooked into what I expected a canvas sack, weight ed with a round shot. When I got it aboard. I hesitated a long while before opening IL Finally. I made a long silt in the canvas with my knife. She was very young not over sixteen, I think, and she was really beautiful, even under her wet. dark hair. She seemed to be a Caucasian girl maybe a Georgian. She wore a small gold cross which hung from a gold cord around her neck. There was another, and tighter, cord around her neck. too. I cut the silk bowstring and closed, and bound her eyes with my handkerchief before I rowed out a little farther and low ered her Into the deep channel which cuts eastward here like the scimitar of that true bellver, Abdul Ham id. Then I hoisted sail and beat up slowly toward my little dock under a moon which had become ghastly under the pallid aura of a gathering storm "A poor, dead, young lady'" Inter rupted the child, clasping her hands more tightly. "Did the Sultan kill her, daddy" "It seems so, Ruhannah " "Why?" "I don't know. He was a very cruel and wicked Siiltan." "I don't see why he killed the beautiful, poor dead lady." "If you will listen and not inter rupt, you shall learn why." "And was the chest that Herr Wilner pulled up the very same chest that is here on the floor beside me?" insisted the child. "The very same. Sow, listen. Rue. and I shall read a little more in Herr Wilner's diary, and then you must have your bath and be put to bed " "Please read, daddy!" The Reverend Wilbour Carew turned the page and quietly contin ued: March 20. In my own quarters at Treblzond again, and rid of Murad for a while A canvas cover and rope handles concealed the character of my olive wood chest. I do not benee any body suspects It to be .inytnmg ex cept one of the variius boxes con taining my own personal effects. I shall open it tonight' wiin a nio and chisel, if possible March 21 The conten:s of the chest reveal something of the tragedy The box Is full of letters written in Russian, and full of stones which, weigh collectively a hundred pounds at least There is nothing else in the cheet except a broken Ikon and a bronze figure of Erlik, a Ylldiz relic, no doubt, of some Kurdish raid Into Mongolia, and probably placed beside the dead girl by her murderers In derision ' am translating the letters and ar ranging them Jn sequence March 261 have translated the letters The dead girl's name was evidently Tatyana, one of several STAR" tested & L 35K4a ,.,'HS5?OT3na5g&g gfafafafafafafafafafaaHHOSs && .Jfi53 2?T SaHHlvPiBTSkaillllliiilBffiHsBiillllESillpB 3 fluB ?2i' - lpIb iflffv jEBSbs' "s'5-'2v" ' ,j1SRB9h3H9h BBBBHpS6mZ7 K.i' --MKKPaBiflW. wBS&hi - z p9BBBBBHBsJBmHJHbhBBBbBBBhBBJ r Bbv:9Kvk. SBtlBWaMF c ' fBBBMBB9HBSBBBnBBBBBBBV ft.' r HHHBnklv SMLta.HBHBR?' ' -iK -hHHBBBBbHh1BSbHHbBBHBBBBBE I r BHHHhhkTIhHHBHhkObHbE BB'2liiH9B4S9BSBHHBHffJjBHHBBQBHBHBHHHHHH v BHHKi999HBBnJ9HBHwJjHBHK Hk'SBS&BEBBhrBBBHHHHHhHHHHIBBHHHSHHHVJJBHHI SBBIBhIhk - i$& B'BBBBVBBBBHflBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBnlBBBBBBH '' L- HdttBBBVJBBBH&BBBBBBBHBlBBBBKvABBBBHBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBV i' 1 TfK-SxKIKfKtSSKBBKIKtttKKKKtKKtK 2 children of some Cossack chief or petty prince, and on the eve of her marriage to a young officer named Mitya, the Kurds raided the town. They carried poor Tatyana off along with her wedding chest the chest I fished up with my grapnel. In brief, the cheat and the girl found their way into Abdul's t-e-ragllo The lettors oT the dead girl which were written And entrusted probably to a 'faithless stave, but which evidently never left the se raglio throw some light on the tragedy, for they breathe indigna tion and contempt for Islam, and call on her affianced, on her parent.", and on her people to rescue her ana avenge her And aftor a while, no doubt Ab dul tired of reading fierce, unrecon ciled little Tatyana's stolon letters, and simply ended the matter b having her bow-strung and dumped overboard in a sack, together with her marriage chest, her letters, and the Yellow Devil in bronze as a final insult. she ppr.mH to have had a sister. Naia, thirteen years old, betrothed to a Prince Mistchenka, a cavalry officer in the Terek Cossack. Her father had been Herman of the Don Cossacks before the Emperor Nicholas reserved that title for imperial use And she ended In a sack off r.allipoli. That is the story of Tatyana and her wedding 21).- Murad arrived, mur derously bland and assiduous in his solicitude for my health and i'Om fort. I am almost positive lie knows lhat I fished up something from Cove No. 37 under the theo retical guns of theoretical Fort Op man, both long plotted out hut long delayed April Xt My duplicate plans for Gallipoli have been stolen I have a third -et still. Col. Murad Bej ii not to be trusted. My position im awkward and is becoming serious. There is no faith to be placed in Abdul Hamid. .My credential?, the secret agreement with my Govern ment, are no longer regarded even with toleration in the Vildi. Klonque. A hundred in-igniileant incidents prove It eery day And if Abdul dare not break with Ger many it is only be au.ne he Is not yet ready to defy th Young Turk partv. The Bntihli cmbansy is very active and bothers me u great deal April 10 My secret correspond ence with Unver Uey has been dis covered, and niv letteib opened Thi is a very had business I have notified m Government that the Turkish government does not want me here, that the plan of a Ger r.nized Turkish army is becoming objectionable to the Poite; that the duplicate plans of our engineers for the Dardenelle and the Gallipoli Peninsula hae been .stolen April IS. A secret interview with Enver Be. who promises that our ideas shall be curried out when his party conies into powei Evidently he does not know that my dupli cates have been stolen Troubles threaten In the Vilayet of Treblzond, where is an American ralvBlon J fear that our emissaries and the emissaries of Enver Bv are delhe-p', rtK k By Robert W. , -7 - f,v A Strange and Tragic Affair Last because Americans are not desired by our government Enver denies tliis: but it Is Idle to believe anyone In this country. April 16. Another Interview with Enver Bey. His scheme is flatly 1 evolutionary, namelj. the deposi tion of Abdul, a secret alliance, ot-fenj-ive and defensive, with us; the Grrmanlsm of the Turkish urm and navy; the fortification of the Gallipoli district a' cording to our plans; a steadily in reasing pres-j-ure on Serbia, a final reckoning with Itussia which is definitely to settle the status of Albania and Serbia and leave the Balkan group ing to be sctled between Austria, Germany, and Turke I spoke heveral times about India and Egypt, but he does not desire to arouse England unless ,he inter teres. I spoke also of Abdul Hamld's se cret and growing fear of Germany, rnd his increasing inclination toward England once more No trace of my stolen plans. The originals are In the Yildlz Palace I have a third set secreted, about whlcn nobody Knows. April IM I have been summoned to the Vildiz Palace It possibly means my assassination. 1 have confided my box of data, photo graphs and plans to the Itev. Wil bur Carew. an American mission ary in the Treblzond sanja. There are humors that Abdul has become mentally unhinged through dread of assassination One of his own aid s de-camp, while being granted an audienee in the Ylldiz, made a sudden and abrupt move ment to find his handkerchief . and Abdul Il.tmid whipped out a pistol and shot him dead. This is authen tic April 30. Back at Tehnrdak with my pood missionary and his wife. A strange interview with Abdul. There were twenty French clocks In the room, all going and all strik ing at various Intervals. The walls wore set with French mirrors Abdul's cordiality was terrifying, i he full original set of my Gallipoli plan was brought in After a while, the Kultan reminded mc that tho plans were In duplicate, and asked tne where wero these duplicates. What duplicity' But 1 said pleas antly that they were to he sent to geneial staff headquarters In Berlin. He pietcnded to understand that this was contrary to the agreement md insisted that the plans should first be sent to him for compai Ison. I merely referred him to his agree ment with my govtsrnmnt. But all the while we were talking I was absolutely convinced that the stolen duplicates were at that mo ment in the Ylldiz Kiosnue. Abdul must have Uuopn that 1 believed it. Yet we botli merely smiled our con fidence Jn each othei. He sjcmed to be unusually good natured and gucinu8. siting that no doubt I was quit" light in tend ing the plans to Beilin He spoke of Enver Bey cordiallv, and silil he hoped to be reconciled to him and his friends ery soon When Abdul Humid becomes iceonriled to am -body who disagrees -with him. the lft tUr Is al-vms dead He asked me where 1 wa going Chambers &:itt2 m: .,, r-.ci: rasx j&jzh Night. I told him about the plans I was preparing for the Treblzohd district. He offered mc an escort of Kurdish cavalry, saying that ho had been told the district was not very safe. I thanked him and declined his escort of assassins. I saw it all very plainly. Like a pirate captain. Abdul orders his crew to dig a secret hole for his treasure, and when the hole is dug and the treasure hidden, he murders the men who hid it for him, so that they shall never betray Its location. T am one of those men That is what he means for me. who have given him his Gallipoli plans. No wonder that in England they call him Abdul the Damned May 3. In the Btzaar at Tchardak yesterday two men tried to stab me. I got their daggers, but they es caped in tho confusion. Murad called to express horror and regret. Yes; regret that T had not been mur dered May Xt. I have written to my gov ernment that my usefulness here seems to be ended; that my life Is in hourly danger, thai 1 Ueslro to be more thoroughly informed con cerning the relations between Ber lin and the Ylldiz Palace. Miy 0 1 am in disgrace My gov ernment is furious because m,y correspondence with Ener Bey has been stolen The Porte has com plained about me to Berlin; Berlin disowns me. disclaims all knowl edge of my political activities out side of ni engineering work. This is whit failure to carry out secret instructions invooiably brings deseition by the govern ment from which such instructions arc received. In diplomacy, failure ih a crime never forgiven. Aban doned by my government I am now little better than an outlaw here. Two courses remain open to mc to go back in disgiace and live obscurely for the remainder of my life, or to risk my life by hanging on desperately here with an almost hopeless possibility before me of accomplishing something to serve my government and rehabilitate myself. The matter of the stolen plans is being taken up by our ambassador at the Sublime Porte The British embassy is suspected. "What folly! I possess a third set of plans Our embassy ought to send to Trebi zond for them. I don't know what to do Mav V2.- A letter I wrote May 10 to the German embassy ha been stolen. 1 am now greatly worried about the third set of plans. It seems safest to Include the box con taining them among the baggage of American missionary, the Rev. Wil bour Carew. and, too. for me to seek shelter with him. As 1 am now afraid that an enemy may linpeisonate an official of the German embassy. 1 have the mis-j-ionary's promise that he will retain and conceal the contents of my box until 1 instruct him otherwise. 1 am practically In hiding at his , bouse and in actual reii or my life May 15 -The missionary and hi wite and hnh tiael lo Gallipoli wheie ii iii'can sihool for girls i I about 10 be opened (To lie t nntlnurd Tomorrow) A Painful Affliction By Brice Bldel, M. D. ABOIL, or furuncle. In a pain ful nodule formeS b local ized Inflammation of the skin and. of the tissues immediately under the akin, InclosiHff a central slough or "core." A boll is cauafcd by the pus-producing organism known as the sta phylococcus, whjoh enters through the halr-fqllloUs or swot stands, and its fprmation is farored by constitutional or digestlre derange ment and local irritation. Germs capable of producing boils are always present upon the skin, hut ordinarily the resistance of the tissues Is such that there is no infection. When by any means vi tality becohies lowered to a suffi cient degree Invasion by and mul tiplication of the germs are apt to follpw. .The popular notion that bolts are due to impurities in .the blood is wrong. It is low vital resistance that Invite external infpt;tJn. , Digestive disturbances brought a6oUt by the excessive consumption of sweets, pastry, thlcXeriee sbups and gravies., and fried foods lower vitality by Interfering; with the processes of nutrition. Tho lack df vitamins n the diet undoubtedly has a great beating on the occur rence of bolls. Feeds rl6h in vitamins Are fresh milk (not boiled or pasteurized), fresh vegetables, froBn fruits and frqit juices, ef, whol wheat peas, .beans atd f,resh meat. A steady diet of delicatessen and cold storage food would be well calcu lated to cause boils. The use of aloohol directly favors bolls by re ducing the resisting power. Bolls occur lb crops because once the vitality Is lowered the staphy lococcus attacks wherever It. may happep to be. Stiff collars and In fected fingers help to distribute the germ. The treatment is general and local. C6U bathing, out-of-door life, laxatives. ftd a djet rich In vitamins .ats Important elements in the management. The use Of a vaccine ihade ffom the staphylococ cus ) much In vogue. Brewer's yeast is a sovereign remedy Because of Its richnefi'in vitamins. Locally, hat boric acta solution may bo ap plied en compresses covered with oil silk to facilitate suppuration and evacuation of the core by the physician. Fuss in Boots Jt. By David Cory. IT was raining hard as Puss in Boots,, Junior and Tom Thumb towards the middle of the day arrived on the outskirts of a small village. In the distance tfiey could hear the strokes of a hammer, and then, nbw arid again, the whirr of a saw cutting into bard wood. "What's going on. I wondf rT said Tom Thumb; "sounds as if they were building a house." "Don't know," answered Puss, "but let's hurry, for I am soaked td the skin." On arriving in the village they saw what appeared to be an im mense boat in the t early stages of construction. It waff being erected in the city square, the little park that stood in the midst of the stores and houses. Drawing nearer they hear a voice singing: "Noah of old did build an Ark Of spicy gopherwood and bark To float upon the deluge dark. For on this Ark they had no sail. For It was made (and true the tale) Without a mast to break the gale." And when Puss and Tom paused at the side of the Ark a kindly looking man stopped his hammer ing and said: "It's going to rain for forty days and forty nights. There's going to be an awful deluge. You'd better hang around Arkville and get aboard the Ark as soon as it's fin ished. If you don't you'll be drown ed." Puss Junior looked questioningly at Tom Thumb. "What's he say ing?" he whispered. "He's speaking the truth. I'm thinking" answered Tom Tuhmb. "It looks to me as if the rain were never going to stop." "My good air," said Puss, turning to the man, "it seems to me your advice is good. We'll stay in' Ark ville for a few days. But where shall we stop? Is there a hotel near?" "Over there is the Hotel Ark. ' said the man. "I'm the proprietor, and my name Is Noah. Go in and make yourselves at home My sons and I will follow you shortly. We have a few more nails to drive be fore we quit for the day." (Copyright, 1919, David Cory ) To Be Continued.. Trousers Forbidden. Strange though it may appear to tho present generation. It seems that trousers, when first introduced into England, were regarded as anything but a mark of respecta bility. In the original trust deed, drawn up In 1S20. of Bethel Chapel, Cambridge street. Sheffield, there was a clause containing the follow ing prohibition: "Under no circum stances whatever shall any preacher be allowed to occupy the pulpit who wears trousers" It Is scarcely nec essary to. add that knee breeches and gallers were then the correct title. Youthful Imagination Mr. D!mberl. going home on-? eve ning. found his trvo children a bov of eight and a girl of six busily en caged on the dining-room floor with his new box of cigars "What are ou doing with thoc cigar0" he afcUed. "Oh. father." ?ald the boy. pointing to the leinnants of brown tobacco, that littered the caipei. "we was pretcndlii' that the was khaki soldier, and we took off their put ties and no we can't set them on aff"in ' r When a Girl Marries A STORY OF EARLY WEDDED LIFE Anne Rushes to Virginia to Make a Desperate Plea With Her for Pat Dalton's Sake By Ann Lisle. (Copyright, lll, by Xing Feature Syndl cats Inc.) SWEET by an instinct deeper than mere impulse. I hurried from that strange luncheon party at the Clinsargc, flung my self extravagantly Into a taxi and give the driver Virginia's address. There had been pleading' in Car lota ( Sturges' eyes, and stark amUsement .In Tom ilason's gaze. None of that mattered. I had to go to Virginia with the message that I felt Pat Dalton trying to convey to her through me each time we met and he fumbled sadly for words. The feeding that I was a messen ger convoyed me past the door man at the entrance to Virginia's apartment building, up in the ele vator and so to her very door. I felt Tat and Virginia, coming close again. Their happiness seemed real accomplished. Then the rriafd admitted me to Virginia's apartment; And the Very drat thing I did did Instinctively, without fore thdught or planning was to stare over at the console table where the silver basket pf crimson Jacquaml not with the tiny p?le pink "sweet heart roses" had stood the night oefore. It wasn't there. Anonymous, that basket of fra grance had been allowed to deck Virginia's living room. Revealed aa tne gift of Pat Dalton, it had teen removed. Btit where was it? Had Vir ginia transported It tenderly to her own room or had she flung It out of her home in high resentment of her husband's daring? My own un spoken words startled me. Never before had I thought of Pat Dal ton as Virginia's husband. I'd just accepted them vaguely as Pat and Virginia two persons who ought to be together and were apart. The rustl of draperies in the hall made me drag my eyes away from their Search of the room where Pat's gift had been depied a place. "Forgive me for keepinr you waiting." carte Virginia's smooth toties from the hallway and she followed close upon her words. "It's sweet of you to fun in. Anne." Perfectly meaningless, formal words. They might have been ad dressed to a mere acquaintance. I tried to evade her chill influence." "This isn't a party-call. Virginia," T declared. "LAst night I left with a question unanswered between us. I have come to answer It " "Indeed?" Virginia dashed a little cold apray in my face. "Dear Anne why so solemn? I am glad to see you, of course. But I don't re call any vital questions that wc roust answer. Will you let me take your hat and cape, and order tea for you or shall we go out for a bit of a stroll?" "Let me talk to you first please. I must say what's In my heart," I murmured in a voice I tried to make clear and strong. Flre when ready," langhed Vir ginia. I sat forward In my chair and Economical Recipes Cornmeal Oyster Fritters. One cupful cornmeal, 1 cupful wheat flour, 1 tablespoonful salt, cupful milk, 1 teaspoonful baking powder, 2 eggs, 1 dozen medium oysters. Mix together thoroughly the corn meal. flour, salt, and baking pow der. Add the eggs well beaten and the milk. Fold the oysters into the batter. Droaby taplespoonfuls into hot. deep fat. Have one oyster in each fritter. Cook on both sides until well done. Drain on paper and serve at once. Cornflake Fried Mush. One quart boiling water, 1 tea spoonful salt. 1 cupful cornmeal, 2 tablespoonfuls bacon drippings, 1 cupfuls cornflakes. Gradually sift the cornmeal into the boiling, salted water, stirring constantly. Cook in a double boiler until the mush is thick. Remove from the Are and add the bacon drippings. Lastly, fold In the corn flakes. Pour into a wet bread pan and allow to become cold and firm. Cut into slices one-half inch thick Fry until golden brown on both sides, and serve with syrup or honey Lemon Pudding. Juice and grated rind of I Urnon - eggs. 1 cupful sugar. 1 cupful coll water. 6 tablespoonfuls cornstarch, 4 tablespoonfuls powdered sugar. 3 cupfuls boiling water, I teaspoon ful margarine. Mix the lemon juice and grated rind, egg yolks, sugar, cornstarch, and cold water. Have ready In the double boiler the boiling water, into which stir this mixture and cool until thick and free from any raw taste. Add the margarine Turn out into a glass dish, and when cold frost with a inerin.rue made of the whites of the eggs beaten stiff with powdeied sugar nunn1A4. n14;nn- CnOCOlate Pudding. One pint milk. 1 square unsweet ened chocolate. 1 cupful fine stale breadciumbt.. l3 cupful sugar. '2 ta blefpoonfu1s maple syrup. 1 tar. apple; ' egg. 1 teaspoonful vanilla. Mcit chocolate In milk in a dou ble boiler, pour this oer th bread crumbs: add J-ugar. s rup. apple which has been pared, cored, and 3 rated, and beaten egg-yolks. Mix well, then Told In the egg-white beaten stiff and dry. and the vanllU Pour int a butteied pudding dsl and bake m a slow oven This ma be seied with whipped ream t.. any favorite sauce , spake in a. voice I vaguely noticM was low and tense not high and J iclear as I had planned. "Virginia I've just come from lunching at the Clinsarge. That where I'd been to have tea wl:i him the day Phoebe saw me wllh wlth Pat He begged me so t- come. To help him. His eyes seem to beg mc all the time. "Today I happened to be there again and he came in. and to our table. And he was so reckless and bitter. Somehow without planning it, I had to say I was coming here And he took my hand so plead ingly, and whispered as if it were -a cry for help: "You're on your way to see Jeanle. A Hard Question. "He said It to yeu almost Insteii of me. He's so unhappy, and h i seems to believe I can get him the key again the key to happiness Oh. Virginia Virginia it's liappl- ness and life that's at stake When I began to speak 1 didn't i dare to look at Virginia. But gradu l ally my eyes went of their own vo- lltlon at her face. Her head was flung high. The muscles of her throat were so taut that they stood out In cords. And her nostrils were quivering. She looked pathetic like a thoroughbred straining to run a losing race. My heart pounded. Had I found the key that would open the door to happiness for Virginia? I want ed to run over and take her In mv I arms, but I forced (myself to ait still and wait. Virginia's white hands twisted In her lap. She protruded her lower jaw like an unhappy child anl set its teeth In her upper tips. Suppose in a iar off corner of my brain there was the thought that if Virginia's happiness- could be re stored ray own love might revive to all its wonder and fulness. And now Virginia turned "her far away yes to me. They were warns and tender, ready to welcome dreams. "How did you happen to be at the Clinsarge again today r -she asked. "Did Pat ask you to come? Has he sent you to me?" I -went cold all over, and Carlotta Sturges' mocking voice seemed to cry from the shadows: "Tell her tho truth, if you dare. rfPell her how you came to be at the tninsarge today.' - - - To bo continued.- DO YOU KNOW THAT Although the great banyan tree in Calcutta is only a little more than a bunured years old, it covers more ground than any other tree in the world. 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