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The Weaker the Brain the More Often Open the Mouth. This Day in History. THIS is the anniversary of the birth in 1776 of John Con stable, the founder of modern landscape art. Con stable was recognized as a genius in France before Eng land, his native country, realized his greatness. He pos sessed lofty ideals and a noble nature. He died in 1837. Growing Tomatoes. fJOOD results are often obtained from tomatoes grown in teninch pots, for it is a mistake to imagine that this plant needs a rich soil. Heaps of manure results in thick, fleshy stems, much foliage and poor fruit. w - .. . . HEARTS OF THREE By Jack London Regan Writes Check For Torres After Hearing Story (Synopsis of Preceding Chapters.) Francis Morgan, descendant of Sir Henry Morgan, historic buccaneer, de cides to pass up activities of nty life for a. while and plans a fishing trip. To Thomas Regan, stock operator, comes Alvarez Torres, a South American, who announces he has a tip on the location of treasure buried by Morgan in the old pirate days. Regan has an idea But Regan shut him off with the abrupt way of the master-man dealing with lesser fellow crea tures. He wrote a check, in the name of Alvarez Torres, and when that gentleman glanced at it he read the figures of a thousand dol lars. "Now here's the idea," said Regan. "J put no belief whatsoever in your story. But I have a young friend ray heart is bound up in the boy. but he is too much about town, the white lights and the white-lighted ladies, and the rest you under stand ?" Again Alvarez Torres bowed. "You need the money,"' Regan con tinued. "Strive to interest him. That thousand is for your effort. Succeed in interesting him so that he departs after old Morgans gold, and two thousand succeed in in teresting him that he remains three months, two thousand more six months, Ave thousand. Oh. beliee me, I know his fatner. We were comrades, partners. 1 might say, almost brothers. 1 would sacrifice any sum to win his son to man hood's wholesome path. What do you say? The thousand is yours to begin with. Well?" With trembling Angers Senor Al arez Torres folded and unfolded the check. "I I accept," he stam mered and faltered in his eagerness "I How shall I say I am yours to command." Five minutes later, as he arose to go, fully instructed in the part he was to play and with his story of Morgan's treasure revised to con vincingness by the brass-tack busi ness acumen of the stock gambler, e blurted out, almost facetiously, yet ever more pathetically: "And the funniest thing about it. Mr. Regan, is that it is true. "I have had access to records in accessible to the public, which is neither here nor there, for the men of my own family there are fam ily records have had similar ac cess and have wasted their lives before me in the futile search. "The early navigators all played such tricks on the charts they drew. My Spanish race so hid the Ha waiian Islands by five degrees of longitude." Another Caller. All of which was in turn Greek to Thomas Regan, who smiled his acceptance of listening and with the same smile conveyed his busy businessman's tolerant unbelief. Scarcely was Senor Torres gone when Francis Morgan was shown in. "Just thought Td drop around for a bit of counsel." he said, greetings over. "And to whom but you should I apply, who so closely played the game with my father? Tou and h were partners. I under stood, on some of the biggest deals. He always told me to trust your judgment. And well, here I am. and I want to go fishing. What's up with Tampico Petroleum?" Francis nodded, dropped into a chair and lighted a cigarette, while Regan consulted the ticker. "Are you short?" the older man rueried. "Oh. I've got a tidy bit to operate with." was the airy reply of youth. "Tou mean" "Sure. Just that. If she drops, ni buy. It's finding money." A Leading Question. "Just about how far would you buy?" was the next searching in terrogation, masked by an expres sion of mingled good humor and approbation. "All I've got." came Francis Mor gan's prompt answer. "I tell you, Regan, it's immense." 'listen: 1 tell you. Regan, it's the simon-pure, straight legitimate, and it's a shame to have it listed t all. I don't have to wrk any body - anything to jull It arrow. The" u orld will be better for my shooting into it 1 urn afraid to say how many hundreds of millions of barrels of real oil say. I've got on well alone, in the Huasteca field, that's gushed 27.000 barrels a day for seven months. And It's still do ing it. I don't want it to sky rocket." "Don't you worry about that, my lad. You've got to get your oil piped and the Mexican revolution straightened out before even Tam pico Petroleum soars. You ge fishing and .forgjt it." Regan paus ed with finely simulated sudden recollection, and picked up Alvarez Torres' card witn the penciled note. "Txok who's just been to see me." Apparently struck with an idea. R an retained the card a moment. V ny go fishing for mere trout" "Sir Henry." Francis smiled, reaching for the card, "So am I a mite proud of the old scounorel." He looked up questioningly from the reading of the card. "He's a plausible cuss," Regan explained. "Claims to have been born right down there on the Mos quito coast and to have got the tip from private papers in his family. Not that I believe a word of it. I haven't time or interest to get started believing in stuff outside of my own field." "Do you know where I can find him?" Francis was asking the next moment, all unwittingly putting his neck into the net of tentacles that Destiny, in the visible incarnation of Thomas Regan, was casting out to snare h'm. The next morning the meeting took place in Regan's office. Senor Alvarez Torres started and con trolled himself at first sight of Francis' face. This was not missed by Regan, who grinning I de manded. '"Looks like the old pirate him self eb Francis was a youth that was not to be dt.nied. Modern maps and ancient charts were poured over, as well as the old documents, hand-written in faded ink on time yellowed paper, and at the end of half an hour h announced that the next fish he caught would be on either the Bull or the Calf the two islets off the Lagoon of Chiri qui. on one or the other of which Torres averred the treasure lay. "I'll catch tonight's train for New Orleans," Francis announced. But at a privy glance from Re gan Alvarez Torres lied with swift efficiency. "I must join you later, I regret. Mr. Morgan. Some little business that presses how shall I say? -an insignificant tittle lawsuit that must be settled first" And Senor Alvarez Torres re mained with Regan some time lon ger, receiving explicit infractions for the part he was to play, begin ning with retardation and delay of Francis and culminating in similar retardation and delay always to be continued. "In short." Regan concluded. "I don't almost care if he never comes back if you keep him down there for the good of Ins health that long and longer." niAITim II. Money, like youth, will not be denied, and iranris Morgan, who was the man-legal and nature certain representative of both youth and monev. found himself one af ternoon, three weeks after he had paid good-by to liegan, becalmed close under the land on board his schooner, the Anfliqii''. The wa ter was glassy, the smooth roll scarcely perceptible, and. in sheer ennui and overplus of energy that likewise declind to be denied, lie asked the captain, a breel naif Jamaica negro and half Indian, to order a s-mall skiff over the Hide. "Looks as if I might shoot a par rot or a monkey or something." h explained, searching the jungle-clad shore half a mile away through a twelve-power glass. "Most problematic, sir. that you are bitten by a labarri. which is a deadly viper in these parts," grinned the half-breed skipper and owner of the Angelique. who. from his Jamaica father, had inherited the gift of tongues. But Francis was not to be deter red, for at the moment, through his glass, he had picked out. first, in the middle ground, a white ha cienda, and. second, on the beach, a. woman's white-clad form, and. fur ther, had seen that she was scru tinizing him and the schooner through a pair of minoculars. "Put that skiff over, skipper," he ordered., "Who lives around here white folks?" "The Enrico Solano family, sir. was the answer. "My word, they are important gentlefolk, old Span ish, and they own the entire gen eral landscape from the sea to the Cordilleras, and half of the Chiriqui Lagoon as well. They are very poor, most powerful rich in land scape and they are as prideful and fiery as cayenne pepper." Straight To the llench. Straight to the white beach cf coral sand Francis rowed, not trust ing himself to look over his sho'il der to see if the woman remained o had vanished in h.s rt.ini a.-merel- a w.juf pars h-.i't',, i.j, a 1 e" -uHP np a I t r!. mui).- iad o' a haf wllrt hte woman for that maiter,jat the beat a "DO AS I DO," SAID THE very provincial one, with whom he could fool and fun away a few min utes of that calm that fettered the Angelique to immobility. When the skiff grounded h stepped out and with one sturdy arm lifted its nose high enough un the sand to fasten it by its own weight. Then he turned around. And he. who had anticipated a few moments of diversion merely, was diverted eyond his fondest ex pectation. Like a Jack-in-the-bog the woman, who in the flash of vision vouchsafed him demon strated that she was the girl-woman, ripely mature and yet mostly girl, sprang .ut of the green wall of jungle and with both hands seized his arm. The hearty weight of grip in the seizure surprised him. He fumbled his hat off with his free hand and bowed to the strange woman with the impurturbableness of a Morgan. New York trained and disciplined to be surprised at noth ing, and received another surprise or several surprises compounded. The double grip on his arm be came a draw, as she Tnuitercd tensely 'Quick' Follow me?" A inoineiit he resisted. She shook him in the fervor of her desire and strove to pull him toward her and after her. With the feeling that it was some unusual game, such as one might meet up with on the coast of (Vntra! America, he yield ed, smilingly, scarcely knowing whether he followed voluntarily or was beiori dragged Into the jun gle by her impetuosity. A Swift ('(iiijiiiiiiii!. "IH as I do." she shot back at him over her shoulder, by this time leading him with one hand of hers in his. t He smiled and obeyed crouching M-tieu she crouched, doubling over when she doubled, while memories I or John Smith r.nd Pocasontas I glimmered up in his fancy. Abruptly she checked him and sat down, her hand directing him to sit , beside her ere she. released him. and pressed it to her heart while she panted" "Thank Clod! Oh. merciful Vir gin :- "My dear lady - " he began. But an abrupt gesture cheeked him: and with growing wonder he watched her bend and listen, and heard the movement of bodies pad ding down some runway several yards away. Within a soft, warm palm pressed commandingly to his lo he silent, she left him with the abruptness that he had already come to con sider us customary with her. and slipped away down the runway. Al most he whistled his astonishment. He might have whistled it. had he not heard her voice, not distant, in Spanish, sharply interrogate men whose Spanish voices, half-humbly half-insistently ana half-rehcilious-ly answered her. He heard them move on. still talking, and after five minutes of dead silence heard her call him peremptorily to come out. Into the Jungle. He followed her, no longer hand in hnnd, through the jungle to the beach. When she paused, he came beside her and faced her, still under the impress of the fantasy which possessed him that it was game. The anger of her blazing dark ryes scorched him You fool" she cried, lifting her Anger with what he considered un due intimacy, to his toothbrush l mustache. "As if that could dis BEAUTIFUL UNKNOWN.; guise you'" "But. my dear lady "he began to protest his certain unae quaintance with her. "My dear lady " he tried again. "I won't talk with you." she shut him off. "Go back to your schooner, and go away " He guessed the inaudible sob of the pause, ere she concluded. 'Forever. "If you ever come back the Ma donna forgive me I shall shoot you myself." "Ouess I'd better go. then." He turned to the skiff", toward which he walked In stately embarrass ment, half-filled with laughter for himself and for the ridiculous and incomprehensible figure he was cut ting. Woman Weapon. A sob compelled him to desist from stepping into the skiff and to turn his head. The strange young woman, revolver dropped to her side, was crying. His step back to her was instant, and the touch of his hand on her arm was sympa thetic and inquiring. She shuddered at his touch, drew away from him, and gazed at him reproachfully through her tears "At least you" she began, then faltered and swallowed, "you might kiss mo good-b." She advanced impulsively, with outstretched arms, the revolver dangling incongruously from her right hand. Francis hesitated a puzzled moment, then gathered her in to receive an astounding pas sionate kis on his lips ere- she dropped her head on his shoulder in a breakdown of leurs. Despite his amazement he was aware of the revolver pressing Ilatwise against his bnelt between the shoulders. She lifted her tear-wet face and kissed him again and again, and he wondered to himself if he were a -td for meeting her kisses with almost equal and fully as mysteri ous impulsiveness With a feeling that he did not in e least care how long the tender pisode might last, he was startled by her quick drawing away from hira. ns anger and contempt blazed back in her face and as she men acingly directed him with the re volver lo get into the boat. He shrugged his shoulders as if to say that he could not say no to n lovely lady, nnd obeyed, sitting o the oars and facing her as he began rowing away. "The Virgin save me from my wayward heart." she cried, with her free hand tearing a lo ket from her bosom nnd. in a shower of golden beads, flinging the ornament into the water midway between them. From the edge of the jungle he saw three men. armed with rifles, run toward her where she had sunk down in the sand. In the. midst of lifting her up they caught sight of Francis, who had begun rowing a strong stroke. Over his shoulder he glimpsed the Angelique, close hauled and slightly heeling, cutting through the water toward him. The next moment one of the trio on the beach, a bearded elderly man, was directing the girl's binoculars on him. And the moment after, drop ping the classes, he was taking aim with his rifle. The bullet spat on the water with in a yard of the skiff's side, and Francis saw the girl spring to her feet, knock up the rifle with her arm and spoil the second shot Next. pulling lustily, he saw the men sep arate from her to sight their rifles and saw her threaten them with her revolver into lowering their weapons. A Farewell Kiss. The Angelique. thrown up into the w'nd to stop way. foamed alongside, and with an ngile leap Francis was aboard, while already the skipper putting the wheel up. the schooner was paying off and filling. With boyish zest. Francis wafted a kiss ' of farewell to the girl, who was staring toward him. and saw her collapse on the shoul ders of the bearded elderly man. Before the land wind the An gelique made the outer rim of Chi riqui lagoon and the Bull and Calf, some fifty miles farther along on the rim, by midnight, when the skipper hove to to wait for day light. After breakfast, rowed by a Jamaica negro sailor in the skiff. Francis landed to reconnoiter on the Bull, which was the larger isl and and which the skipper ha1 told him ho might find occupied at that, season of the year by turtle-catching Indians from the mainland. The Bull belonged to them, they told him through the medium of his Jamaican sailor's interpreting, hut the Calf, which used to belong to them for the turtle season, now was possessed by a madly impos sible gringo, whose reckless, domi nating ways had won from them the respect of fear for a two-legged human creature who was more fear ful than themselves. A Heated Argument. To paddle across the channel was a mntter of moments, but scarcely vas he on the beach of the Calf when further mhospitality greeted him on the part of a tall, bare footed young man, who stepped from behind a palm, automatic pis tol in hand, nnd shouted: "Vamose: Cet out! Scut!" "Ye gods and little- fishes!" Fran cis grinned, half, humorously, half seriously. "A fellow can't move in these parts without having a gun shoved in his face. And everybody says get out pronto." "Nobody invited you." the. stran ger retorted. "You're Intruding. et off my island. I'll give you half a minute " "I'm getting sore, friend." Fran cis assured him truthfully, at the same time, out of the corner of his eye measuring the distance to the nearest palm trunk. "Everybody I meet around here is crazy and dis courteous and peevishly anxious to be rid of my presence, and they've just got me feeling that way my self. Besides, just because you tell me it's your island is no proof" The swift rush he made to the shelter of the palm left his sen tence unfinished. His arrival be- ' hind the trunk was simultaneous j with the arrival of a bullet that ' thudded into the other side of it. ! "Now. just for that!" he called ' out, as he centered a bullet into the ! trunk of the other man's palm. ! The next few minutes they blazed : away or waited for calculated shots, j and when Francis's eighth and last hnd been llred he was unpleasantly ' certain that he had counted only seven shots from the stranger. He cautiously exposed part of his sun- I helmet held in his hand and had it j perforated. j The stranger stepped out, and Francis could not help admiring his j fine figure, despite the fact that a ' dirty pair of canvas pants, a cotton undershirt fr.nd a flabby sombrero constituted "his garmenting. Fur ther, it seemed he had prp iousi known him. though It did not rn:. r his mind that he was look'ng at a replica of himself (TO BE COXTISUED TOMORROW.) j THE LOVE GAMBLER iSZSSUl David Meets an Old Friend and Finds She Is to Tafe Dinner With the Leightons That Very Evening By Virginia Terhune Van de Water. CHAITEU XVII. (Copyright. 1010, Star Company.) IT was a warm, clear Sunday of the last week In October, David De Laine hod been informed by his employer that the car would not be needed until the afternoon. "You can have your morning to yourself," Mr. Leighton had said. Thus it came about that David did not put on his livery on Arising In the morning, but, instead, donned his own clothes. After which he went to a restaurant for his break fast, then decided to go to the ca thedral on Morningside Heights for 11 o'clock service. It was some months since he had attended church. He had dropped the habit when he enlisted. He did not know that he had missed the old custom until this morning, as he listened to the familiar service and Joined in the singing of well known hymns. During the sermon that followed he let his thoughts stray back to the days before the war, when, as he phrased It to him self, he had been "like real people" He thought of his aunt, of her Baltimore home, of her kindness sometimes, it must be admitted, of an officious quality and he mused with a painful interest on her plans for him, on her pleadings that he become acquainted with Desiree Leighton. Poor Aunt Jeanne! It was to be hoped that in the land of Puss in By David Cory. ((TF those fellows don't stop I ringing that bell. I'll get "0ut my gun," said Robinson Crusoe. "I didn't get the bell for them; it's all paid for long ago." At that moment, the bell-coard snapped, and the baker, who had just given the handle a dreadful yank, fell over backwards and roll ed down the hill to the beach, "Mr. Crusoe's not at home." said the butcher. "We might as well go back." So he and the candle stick maker went down to the shore and joined the baker: and then all three got into the tub and sailed away. "And we must do the same." said Puss Junior. "Tom Thumband I thank you very much for our nice visit on your island, but it's time we went forth again on our jour ney of adventure." "Well, I'm sorry to see you go." said Robinson Crusoe. And after that Puss shoved off the little boat and soon he and Tom were far out of sight on the big, wide sea. "When the wind Is in the East. 'Tis neither good for man nor beast; When the wind is In the North. The skillful fisher goes not forth. When the wind is in the South. It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth: When the wind is In the West, Then 'tis at the very best." The Professor Is Entirely w r 1 I p shades she could not see his pres ent position! So intent had been his thoughts of his departed relative that for a moment it did not seem strange to him, on leaving the cathedral, to come face to face with an elderly woman who had been Miss De Lalne's old friend and neighbor. An Old Friend. "Why. Mr. De Laine!" she ex claimed. "Is it you?" "Miss Bristol!" he ejaculated, seizing the band she held out, "It certainly is I David De Laine " Then, all at once, he remembered .who he was supposed to be, and thanked a kind Providence that he was not in livery. "But what are you doing here?" she asked. "I thought you were in France." "I was," he told her. piloting her down the walk toward the side en trance where stood sundry automo biles. He hoped her oar was awaiting her here. "But what are you doing now?" she insisted. "Walking with a very charming woman." he retorted, smilingly. "And what iare you doing your self? I supposed you were in Bal timore." 'T ran on for a few days to do some shopping." the spinster ex plaincd. "I am staying at the Astor. I came up in a taxi. It was to be here for me at 12:15. Ah. there it is now." "You go back to Baltimore soon?" Boots Jr. sang little Tom Thumb. "Well, as the wind is in the South, why don't you fish." cried Captain Puss Junior. So Tom Thumb start er in, and presently he felt a tre mendous tug on the line. "I've got a fish! I've got a fish!' he cried, and then he began pulling in his line as fast as he could. But. oh. dear me! It wasn't a fish, after all. but a great big whale! "Don't you pull on that line any more." cried the whale; "if you do I'll smash your boat." "Oh, is that so," said little Tom Thumb, although, of course, he was frightened almost to death, but what was the use to show fear? It would only make things worse, and if he put on a bold front, perhaps the whale would let them alone. "I'll take the hook out of your nose, if you'll promise not to swal low me," said little Tom Thumb. "All right." said the whale, and then Tom tried to pull it out. But it was in so tight that the whale began to spout great big tears. "Oh. dear me! It hurts just like a tooth!" "Well, it's your jwn fault!" sa!d Tom. "Next time don't swallow everything that comes along!" And tomorrow I'll tell you what hap pened after that (Copyright. 191?, David Cory.) To be continued. When starching Holland pina fores, put a little strong tea into the starch: this keeps the garments f a good color. Too Absent-Minded To Be Allowed To Roll the Lawn. By FONTAINE FOX. jZ HgAVEStY MERCY ME -XJ MERCY ME I ' SEE: - he queried in the effort to fe stall another question from her. "Yes tomorrow. Can't you coma to see me before I go? You re mind me so of your dear aunt. Oh. how she loved you!" "I believe she did," he said gently. "And because of that I do want to see you." she remarked. "When I am again in Baltimore, I will be glad to call, if I may," he rejoined. They were standing by the cab now, and he made as though to help her into It- "But I wish I could see you before then," she protested. "Can't you call this afternoon!" "I am sorry," he said, "but I have an engagement." "And I." she said, "have an en gagement tonight. You recall hear ing your dear aunt speak of Desiree Leighton, of whom she was so fond?" "Yes." ' Evasive Ajunrer. "Tou knew her. didn't you?" Miss Bristol asked. "I never happened to call at Aunt Jeanne's while she was there," David answered evasively. "No? Well. I got to knowing her quite well when she visited your aunt. Tou may remember the Leigh tons live In New York. I tele phoned Desiree yesterday, and she invited me to come up to dinner with them this evening. But for that I would ask you to call to night." "Let me put you into your cab," he suggested. After she was seated, she detained him when he would have closed the door. "You have not told me where you are living, or why you are not in France." "I still count Baltimore as ray home." he said hurriedly, "and I hope I am on my way back to France." "You go soon?" 'As soon as 1 can get off."' "Within the next day or two?" she asked. He pretended not to hear hen "The Hotel Astor," he said to th driver. After which, raising his hat. he stepped back out of her range of vision. As he walked down the hill to ward the point at which he was to take the stage downtown, he wiped the perspiration from his forehead. The day was warm, but the mois ture on his face was not caused by the temperature, "but by the ordeaJ. through which he bad just passed. Miss Bristol here and taking din ner with the Leightons tonight! If this kind of thing went on. how much longer could he conceal his identity? He felt as much fright ened as a small boy detected in some bit of thievery- "Yet I am doing nothing dishon orable!" he reminded himself. "lam only trying to earn my living in a decent way. I wish I could change my face as easily as I change my clothes. This is the second time this week that I have escaped by the skin of my teeth. Suppose Miss Bristol had recognized me In my livery! But then she wouldn't A woman in her position never gives a glance to an ordinary chauffeur!" To Be Continued. 3J.HOBC T&W&4t. V ma., by tns WUmIu Vrntlli