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SYNOPSIS. I.atvrcnce Blakeley, lawyer, goes to ’lP.’ttsburg with the forged notes in the "Bronson case to get the deposition of John Gilmore, millionaire. In the latter's house he is attracted by the picture of a girl whom Gilmore explains is his granddaughter, Alison West. He says her father la a rascal and a friend of the forger. A lady requests Blakeley to "buy her a Pullman ticket. He gives tier lower eleven and retains lower ten. He finds a man in a drunken stupor in lower ten and goes to bed in lower nine. He awakens in lower seven and finds that his bag and clothes are missing. The man In lower ten is found murdered. His name, it develops. Is Simon Harrington. The man who disappeared with Blake ley’s clothes is suspected. Blakeley be comes interested In a girl in blue. Cir cumstantial evidence places Blakeley un der suspicion of murder. The train Is wrecked. Blakeley Is rescued from the burning car by the girl In blue. His arm is broken. Together they go to the Car ter farm for breakfast. The girl proves to be Alison West, his partner’s sweet heart. Alison’s peculiar actions mystify the lawyer. She drops her gold bag and Blakeley, unnoticed, puts It In his pocket. He returns home and learns from his landlady of strange happenings. Blake ley learns that a fellow victim of the wreck, is in the hospital. CHAPTER Xll—Continued. And there was no one I could talk to about it, no one to tell me how hideously absurd it was, no one to give me a slap and tell me there are tons c? fine gold chains made every year, or to point out the long arm of coincidence! With my one useful hand I fum bled the things back into the bag and thrust it deep out of sight among the pillows. Then I lay back in a cold perspiration. What connection had Alison West with this crime? Why had she stared so at the gun-metal cig arette case that morning on the train? What had alarmed her so at the farm house? What had she taken back to the gate? Why did she wish she had not escaped from the wreck? And last, in heaven’s name, how did a part of her necklace become torn off and covered with blood? Downstairs McKnight was still at the telephone, and amusing himself with Mrs. Klopton in the interval of waiting. ’’Why did he come home in a gray suit, when he w r ent aw r ay in a blue?” he repeated. “Well, wrecks are queer things, Mrs. Klopton. The suit may have turned gray with fright. Or per haps wrecks do as qiieer stunts as lightning. Friend of mine once was struck by lightning; he and the caddy had taken refuge under a tree. After the flash, when they recovered con sciousness, there was my friend in the caddy's clothes, and the caddy in his. And as my friend was a large man and the caddy a very small boy—” McKnight’s story was interrupted by the indignant slam of the dining room door. He was obliged to wait some time, and even his eternal cheer fulness was ebbing when he finally got the hospital. “Is Dr. Van Kirk there?” he asked. “Not there? Well, can you tell me how the patient Is whom Dr. Williams, from Washington, operated on last night? Well, I’m glad of that. Is she conscious? Do you happen to know her name? Yes, I’ll bold the line.” There was a long pause, then Mc- Knight’s voice: “Hello —yes. Thank you very much. Good-by.” lie came upstairs, two steps at a time. “Dock here,” he said, bursting into the room, “there may be something in your theory, after all. The woman’s name —it may be a coincidence, but it’s curious—her name Is Sullivan.” “What did I tell you?” I said, sitting up suddenly in bed. “She’s probably a sister of that scoundrel in lower seven, and she was afraid of what he might do.” “Confound this arm,” I said, paying for my energy with some excruciating throbs. “There’s so much to be look ed after, and here I am, bandaged, splintered, and generally useless. It’s a beastly shame.” "Don’t forget that I am here,” said McKnight pompously. “And another thing, when you feel this way just re member there are two less desirable places were you might be. One is jail, and the other is—” He strummed on an imaginary harp, with devotional eyes. But McKnight’s light-heartedness jarred on me that morning. I lay and frowned under my helplessness. When by chance I touched the little gold bag, it seemed to scorch my fingers. Richey, finding me unresponsive, left to keep his luncheon engagement with Alison West. As he clattered down the stairs, I turned my back to the morning sunshine and abandoned my self to misery. By what strain on her frayed nerves was Alison West keep ing up, I wondered? But McKnight had not gone, after all. I heard him coming back, his voice preceding him, and I groaned with irritation. “Wake up!” he called. “Somebody’s sent you a lot of flowers. Please hold the box, Mrs. Klopton; I’m going out to be run down by an automobile.” I roused to feeble interest. My brother’s wife is punctilious about <uch things; all the new babies in the AUTH <f THE CIKfCCJLAfS. STAfXiASE iLLVSITUATIONS M.O.KETTNEF^ COPYR-i&mT by- - MERRILL C- O r~T V family have silver ratios, and all the sick people flowers. McKnight pulled up an armful of roses, and held them out to me. “Wonder who they’re from?” he said, tumbling in the box for a card. “There’s no name—yes. here’s one.” He held it up and read it with ex asperating slowness. “ ‘Best wishes for an early recovery. A COMPANION IN MISFORTUNE.’ “Well, what do you know' about that!” he exclaimed. “That’s some thing you didn’t tell me, Lollie.” “It was hardly worth mentioning,” I said mendaciously, with my heart beating until 1 could hear It. She had not forgotten, after all. McKnight took a bud and fastened it In his buttonhole. I’m afraid I was net especially pleasant about it. They were her roses, and anyhow, they were meant for me. Richey left very soon, with an irritating final grin at the box. “Good-by, sir w'oman-hater,” he jeered at me from the door. So he w'ore one of the roses she had sent me, to luncheon with her, and 1 lay back among my pillow’s and tried to remember that it w’as his game, anyhow, and that I wasn’t even drawing cards. To remember that, and to forget the broken necklace under my head! CHAPTER XIII. Faded Roses. 1 was in the house for a w r eek. Much of that time I spent in compos ing and destroying letters of thanks to Miss West, and in growling at the doctor. McKnight dropped in daily, but he was less cheerful than usual. Now and then I caught him eyeing me as if he had something to say, but whatever it was he kept it to himself. Once during the week he wem to Baltimore and saw the woman in the hospital there. From the description I had little difficulty In recognizing the young woman who had been with the murdered man in Pittsburg. But she w'as still unconscious. An elderly aunt had appeared, a gaunt person in black, w'ho sat around like a buzzard on a fence, according to McKnight, and wept, in a mixed figure, into ?. damp handkerchief. On the last day of my imprisonment he stopped in to thrash out a case that was coming up in court the next day, and to play a game of double soli taire with me. ‘ Who won the ball game?” I asked. “We were licked. Ask me some thing pleasant. Oh, by the way, Bron son’s out to-day.” “I’m glad I’m not on his bond,” I said pessimistically. “He’ll clear out.” “Not he.” McKnight pounced on my ace. “He’s no fool. Don’t you suppose he know's you took those notes to Pittsburg? The papers were full of it. And he knows you escaped wdth your life and a broken arm from the wreck. What do w r e do next? The coramonw'ealtb continues the case. A deaf man on a dark night would know those notes were missing.” “Don’t play so fast,” I remonstrated. “I have only one arm to your two. Who is trailing Bronson? Did you try to get Johnson?” “I asked for him, but he had some work on hand.” “The murder’s evidently a dead is sue,” I reflected. “No, I’m not jok ing. The wreck destroyed all the evi dence. But I’m firmly convinced those notes will be offered, either to us or to Bronson very soon. Johnson’s a r———^ “The Stains You See and the Hole Left by the Dirk.” blackguard, but he’s a good detective. He could make his fortune as a game dog. What’s he doing?” McKnight put down his cards, and rising, went to the window'. As he held the curtain back his customary grin looked a little forced. “To tell you the truth, Lollie,” he said, “for the last two days he has been watching a w’ell-known Washing ing i ttorney named Law'rence Blake ley, He’s across the street now.” It took a moment for me to grasp what he meant. “Why, it’s ridiculous,” I asserted. “W T hat would they trail me for? Go over and tell Johnson to get out of there, or I’ll pot at him with ray re volver.” “You can tell him that yourself.” McKnight paused and bent forward. “Hello, here’s a visitor; a little man with string halt.” “I won’t see him,” I said firmly. *Tve been bothered enough by re porters.” We listened together to Mrs. Klop ton’s expostulating tones in the lower hall and the creak of the boards as she came heavily up the stairs. She had a piece of paoer in her hand torn from a pocket account-book, and on it wms the name, “Mr. Wilson Budd Hotchkiss. Important business.” “Oh, well, show’ him up,” I said re signedly. “You’d better put those cards away, Richey. I fancy it’s the rector of the church around the cor ner.” But w’hen the door opened to admit a curiously alert little man, adjusting his glasses with nervous fingers, my face must have shown ray dismay. It was the amateur detective of the Ontario! I shook hands without enthusiasm. Here was the one survivor of the w’recked car w’ho could do me any amount of harm. There w'as no hope that he had forgotten any of the in criminating details. In fact, he held in his hand the very note-book which contained them. His manner w'as restrained, but it was evident he was highly excited. I introduced him to McKnight, w’ho has the imagination I lack, and who placed him at once, mentally. “I only learned yesterday that you had been —er —saved,” he said rapid ly. “Terrible accident —unspeakable. Dream about it all night and think about it all day. Broken arm?” “No. He just wears the splint to be different from other people,” Mc- Knigbt drawled lazily. I glared at him; there was nothing to be gained by antagonizing the little man. “Yes, a fractured humerus, w'hich isn’t as funny as it sounds.” “Humerus —humorous! Pretty good,” de cackled. “I must say you keep up your spirits pretty well, considering everything.” “You seem to have escaped injury,” I parried. He was fumbling for some thing In his pockets. “Yes, I escaped,” he replied ab stractedly. “Remarkable thing, too. I haven’t a doubt I w’ould have broken my neck, but I landed on—you’ll never guess what! I landed head first on the very pillow’ which w’as under in spection at the time of the WTeck. You remember, don’t you? Where did I put that package?” He found it finally and opened it on a table, displaying with some theatrlc alism a rectangular piece of muslin and a similar patch of striped tick ing. “You recognize it?” he said. “The stains, you see, and the hole made by the n : rk. I tried to bring away the entire pillow, but they thought I was stealing it, and made me give it up." Richey touched the pieces gingerly. “By George," he said, ‘‘and you carry that around in your pocket! What if you should mistake It for your hand kerchief?” But Mr. Hotchkiss was not listen ing. He stood bent somewhat for ward, leaning over the table, and fixed me with his ferret-like eyes. ‘Have you seen the evening papers, Mr. Blakeley?” he inquired, I glanced to where they lay un opened, and shook my head. “Then I have a disagreeable task,” he said with evident relish. “Of course, you had considered the matter of the man Harrington’s death closed, after the wreck. I did myself. As far as I was concerned, I meant to let it remain so. There were no other sur vivors, at least none that I knew’ of, and in spite of circumstances, there were a number of points in your fa vor. “I verified your identity, for in stance, as soon as I recovered from the shock. Also —I found on inquiring of your tailor that you invariably w'ore dark clothing.” McKnight came forw r ard threatening ly. “Who are you, anyhow’?” he de manded. “And how r is this any busi ness of yours?” Mr. Hotchkiss was entirely unruffled. “I have a minor position here,” he said, reaching for a visiting card. “I am a very small patch on the seat of government, sir.” McKnight muttered something about certain offensive designs against the said patch and retired grumbling to the window’. Our visitor was opening the paper with a tremendous expendi ture of energy. “Here it is. Listen.” He read rap idly aloud: “The Pittsburg police have sent to Baltimore two detectives w’ho are looking up the survivors of the ill fated Washington Flier, It has trans pired that Simon Harrington, the Wood street merchant of that city, was not killed in the wreck, but w T as murdered in his berth the night pre ceding the accident. Shortly before the collision, John Flanders, the con ductor of the Flier, sent this telegram to th*; chief of police: “ ‘Body of Simon Harrington found stabbed in his berth, low’er ten, On tario, at 6:30 this morning. “‘JOHN FLANDERS. Conductor.' “It is hoped that the survivors of the wrecked car Ontario will be found, to tell what they know of the discov ery of the crime. “Mr. John Gilmore, head of the steel company for w’hlch Mr. Harring ton was purchasing agent, has signified his intention of sifting the matter to the bottom.” “So you see,” Hotchkiss concluded, “there’s trouble brewing. You and I are the only survivors of that unfor tunate car.” I did not contradict him, but I knew of tw’o others, at least: Alison West, and the woman we had left beside the road that morning, babbling incoher ently, her black hair tumbling over her white face. “Unless w r e can find the man who occupied lower seven,” I suggested. “I have already tried and failed. To find him w’ould not clear you, of course, unless we could establish some connection between him and the mur dered man. It is the only thing I see, however. I have learned this much,” Hotchkiss concluded; “Lower seven was reserved from Cresson.” Cresson! Where Alison West and Mrs. Curtis had taken the train! McKnight came forwmrd and sud denly held out his hand. “Mr. Hotch kiss,” he said, “I —I’m sorry if I have been offensive. I thought when you came in, that, like the Irishman and the government, you w r ere ‘forninst’ us. If you w’iil put those cheerful relics out of sight somew’here, I should be glad to have you dine with me at the Incubator.” (His name for his bachelor apartment.) “Compared wdth Johnson, you are the great original protoplasm.” The strength of this -was lost on Hotchkiss, but the invitation -was clear. They -went out together, and from my window’ I watched them get inr.o McKnighfs car. It was raining, and at the corner the Cannonball skidded. Across the street my detect ive, Johnson, looked after them with his crooked smile. As he turned up his collar he saw me, and lifted his hat. I left the window and sat down in the growing dusk. So the occupant of lower seven had got on the car at Cresson, probably with Alison West and her companion. There was some one she cared about enough to shield. 1 w’ent irritably to the door and sum moned Mrs. Klopton. “You may throw out those roses," I said, without looking at her. “They are quite dead.” “They have been quite dead for three days,” she retorted spitefully. “Euphemia said you threatened to dismiss her if she touched them.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) RACK TO HOLD PITCH FORKS Another Example of “A Place for Everything and Everything In Its Place” —How Made. (By JOHN W. GRAHAM,) Having occasion to be in the hay loft after dark several times I have run over a fork and once I struck my ankle against a prong and It came very near causing serious trouble. This led to the construction of the holder shown in the drawing. The rack Is made of an inch board, one Pitch Fork Rack, foot long and eight Inches wide. One side of the board is cut to a half cir cle. Near the circle edge of the board, five holes are bored, the holes large enough to admit a large fork handle. This board is nailed to a post 4 feet from the floor. ‘ The support (foi the end of the handles) is the same shape as the one with the holes but only half as large and it has no holes in it. It Is nailed to the post, one foot from the floor. A piece of hoop-iron is nailed to the post six inches above the lower piece, forming a circle which holds the end of the handles in place. This is another example of “A place for everything and everything in its place.” SENSIBLE DEVICE ON SPOUT Strainer Composed of Mesh Fabric or Wire Screen Prevents Leaves and Trash from Entering, This is an excellent device for pre venting any leaves, twigs and other trash from entering the down spout of a leader from the roofs of houses and barns. The straieer Is composed of mesh. fabric or wire screen and it Spout Screen. Is equally effective whether the down spent connects with the eaves-trough at one end or at a point Intermediate of the ends, as all refuse may be car ried by the force of the water, over the edge of the trough, therefore ren dering the latter self-cleaning. STORE ROOTS OVER WINTER Careful Treatment Is Needed to In sure Beauty of Plants Next Sea son—Some Suggestions. When frost has cut down the glory of the flaming canna, has withered the late blooming dahlia, has seared the huge leaves of caladiums, and has left scarcely a memory of the rich coloring of gloxinias, it is time to think of their winter welfare. The roots of all these plants need careful treatment if they are to give of their beauty next season. Remove the tops of the roots that are to be saved, especially if they have been badly nipped with frost, as the decay may spread to the bulbs. These may be left to ripen in the earth for a few days and should be dug on a bright, sunny day. Dry in the sun for several days, or, If the weather be cold, spread on the floor of a sunny room and cover at night with blankets to protect from frost. When dry, shake off the loose earth and pack in boxes of sand, pa per bags, or on the shelves of frost proof cellars, according to the nature of the roots. Caladium bulbs can be easily win tered in a dry, frost-proof cellar. The chief danger is decay of the center shoot. Keep a sharp watch for this, and, if it is noticed, pull off the de cayed parts down to where it is sound. Store in flour bags or in boxes of sand. Keeping Honey. Honey improves with age. The old er It Is the finer the flavor. Extract ed honey is much easier to keep than comb, as the latter is liable to get soiled, and must be kept la tight cases. GOOD ROADS ARE BENEFICIAL Comprehensive System Would Great ly Lessen Cost of Transportation of Products. (By JAMES O. HARRISON.) A comprehensive system of good roads would confer many substantial benefits upon the farmers of the United States. Better roads would greatly lessen the cost of transporting produce to market, and as soon as the farmers learn how to make good roads, and make them, the greater will be their profits. When farmers learn that on each mile of highway, three rods wide, ap proximately 27.000 tons of water fall annually, they will begin to appre ciate the necessity of highway drain age, and learn that a hard road can not be made out of mud. No plan of road work, no amount of labor and machinery, will make a good dirt road that will stay good until some plan Is adopted to get rid of the water. It has been satisfactorily demon strated that a fairly gratifying road for hauling heavy loads should be rounded up in the center, so that water may quickly flow Into ditches at the side and be carried off through properly constructed channels. Cul verts should be provided to conduct water under the roadway and thus prevent gullying the roadway with running water. Nothing will give farmers better Ideas of how a good road should bo built, .or show them the losses they are sustaining traveling to market ovos* poor roads, than Farmers’ Bul letin No. 95, which may he had freo of cost by writing a postal card to the department of agriculture, Wash ington, D. C., and asking for it. It Is one of the most practical helps a farmer can have in solving tho trails port&tion question in the country'. Good roads help both tho farmers and the city people. Therefore any proposition which looks to endowing the country with good roads is en titled, If not to acceptance, at all events to a respectful hearing. UNHOOK DOOR FROM OUTSIDF Convenient Way illustrated of Urv fastening Door by Fastening Cord to Staple on Inside. A cord is fastened to the hook and then passed through a hole in the door and tied to the knob outside J Unhooking Door. Pulling the string will remove the hook; slip the string off tho hook, and the door cannot be opened fronj the outside. Fa!! Mulching of Vegetables. Any time during the fall the mulch ing of rhubarb, asparagus, and all ol the vegetable and flowering peren nials may be done. Any kind oi line or coarse manure will do. The fall and early winter rains will dissolve out richness of the manure ami carry it to the roots of the plants before freezing. It Is best to mulch the law 9 some time In December or January Changing Fashions. Fashionable folks are taking up horses again, the automobile having become too common for them. And farmers are buying automobiles t* save their horses. BSSfiis There is nothing saved by fail set; ting of asparagus. The sweet potato crop has grown wonderfully In the last few years. Many failures occurred from plant# ing poor seed potatoes last spring. Teach the hired man the best meth ods of farming, for his knowledge wIU prove your gain. Now is the time when the man who kept his cornfield clear of weeds reaps his reward. Land containing plenty of humus holds the moisture better than tha/ which is cropped every year. There is a whole lot besides luck in raising a good crop. It take judg ment, care and persistent application. It is as important to have a fins seed bed for grass as any other crop, a fact that many do not seem to bs aware of. If barn-yard manures are to be use-l to fertilize, they should be evenly ap plied and well mixed with the soil by frequent harrowings. Plowing under leguminous crops like clover and cow peas, in addition to making humus, supplies nitrogen, one of the most important elements of fertility. Keep the potatoes in a coo! place after digging them. This applies also to all root crops. If kept at a low temperature they remain crisp and nutritious. Oil the mower and binder sickles and the scythe, wrap them with cloth, and lay them away where there will be no danger of anything being to lured on them.