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X tA/T. Ifinr GLPAUSNE LONNEJL / I Ajrtbor^Sl'T P PKWEER XWJGBTetc. IK3M 0 Cogyrigtt CO. BYNOPSIS. Bill Cannon, the bonanza king, and his daughter. Rose, who had passed up Mrs. <'omellus Ryan’s ball at San Francisco to accompany her father, arrive at Antelope. Dominick Ryan calls on hts mother to beg a ball Invitation for his wife, and Is refused. The determined old lady refuss to recognize her daughter-in-law. Dom inick had been trapped Into a marrtage with Bernice Iverson, a stenographer, several years his senior. She squanders hi* money, they have frequent quarrels, and he slips away. Cannon and his daughter j are snowed In at Antelope. Dominick ‘ Ryan Is rescued from storm In uncon- ! srlous condition and brought to Antelope hotel. Antelope is cut off by storm. Rose Cannon nurses Dominick back to life." Two weeks later Bernice discovers in a paper where husband Is and writes letter trying to smooth over difficulties between them. Dominick at last is able to Join fc’low snowbound prisoners In hote’ par >or He loses temper over talk of Buford, an actor. After three weeks, end of Im pilsonmcnt Is seen. Telegrams and mail arrive. Dominick ge.e letter from wife. CHAPTER Vlll.—(Continued.) He suddenly looked away from her and. turning to the chimney-piece, rested one hand upon It and gazed down at. the logs. A charred end projected and he pushed It with his slippered foot, his down-bent *he lips set and brows wrinkled, look ing like the face o? a sullen boy who has been unjustly punished. An Icy, invading chill of depression made Hose's heart sink down into bottom less depths. She faltered in faint tones: “Well, you’ll be there soon Viow.” “I don't Know," he answered with- j out moving. “I don’t know whether 1 shall.” “You don’t know whether you'll be home soonT The roads are open; the postman has come in.” “I don't know whether i’ll go home," he repeated. The snapping of the Are sounded loud upon the silenoe that followed. The thrill of strong emotions rising toward expression hel;} them in a breathless, Immovable quietude. "Don’t you want to home?” said the young girl. Her loice was low and she cleared her throat, in this Interchange of eommor p!aee sentences her heart had begun to beat so vio lently that it Interfered with the ease of her speech. Dominick leaned forward and dropped the crumple! letter into the lire. “No 1 don’t want to. I hate to.” To thit she did nc ; reply at all, and nf era moment he continued: "My home Is unbearable to me. It isn’t a home. It’s a place where I eat and sleep, and I'd prefer doing that any where else, in ar.y dirty boarding house or fourth rate hotel—l’d rath er—” He stopped abruptly and pushed the log farther in. The letter was caught up the chimney In a swirl of black ened scraps. "But your wife?" said Rose. This time her voice was hoarse but she did not know It. She had lost the . onsciousnesj of herself; It was a ! profound moment, the deepest she had so far known, ard all the forces of her ! being were concentrated upon it. The j young man answered with delibera- j tion, still not moving. "I don’t want to see ray wife. We j are—we are —uncongenial. There is nothing but unhappiness between us ” "Don’t you love her?” said the girl. "No. 1 never did," he answered. For a moment neither dated speak. They did not look at each other or stir They hardly seemed to breathe A movement, a touch, would have rent the last thin crust of reserve that covered what were no longer unsus pected fires. Dominick knew it, but the girl did not. She was seized by what to her was a sudden, inexpli cable fear, and the increased, suffo cating beating of her heart made her feel dizzy. She suddenly wished to fly. to escape from the room, and him. Hnd herself. She turned to go and was arrested by Dora’s voice in the hall: "Say. you folks, are you in there?” | Cora’s visage followed her voice ! She thrust it round the door-post, | beamingly smiling under a recently i applied coat of powder. "Do you want to tackle a game of euchre? Mr. Willoughby and I'll lay you out cold unless that British mom orv of his has gone back on him and he’s forgot all 1 taught him last time." | They were too bewildered to make any response. Rose gathered up her ; coat and dropped It again, looking stu pldly from it to the intruder. Cora j turned back to the passage, calling: i "Here they are. Mr. Willoughby, all ready and waiting for us. Now we ll show them how to play euchre." Before Willoughby appeared, re sponsive to this cheerful hail, Cora had pulled the chairs round the table and brought out the cards. A few mo ments later, they were seated and the game had begun. Cora and her part ner were soon jubilant. Not only did they hold the cards, but their adver saries played so badly that the tale of many old scores was wiped off. The next day the first movements of departure began. Early in the aft ernoon Buford and Judge Washbume star ed for Rocky Bar In Perley’s sleigh "he read had been broken by the mail-carrier, but was still so deeply drifted that the drive was reck oned a toilsome undertaking uot with out danger Perle\'s two powerful horses were harnessed in tandem, and Perlev himself, a mere pillar of wrap pings. drove them, squatted on a soap box in front of the two. passengers There were cries of farewell from the porch and appings on the windows as the sleigh started and sped away to the diminishing jingle of bells A sad ness fell on those who watched It The little idyl of Isolation was over. On the following day Bill Cannon and his daughter were to leave. A telegram had been sent to Rocky Bar for a sleigh and horses of the proper excellence to be the equipage of a WHEN MISS ANTHONY FAILED Bowed In Defeat Before Her Woman's Native, Though Probably She Never Knew It. In &n article on “A Woman and Her Raiment 1 ’ in the American .Vaga dae, Ida M. Tarbell has the following |n say about bloomers: “Tbe 6tory of the bloomer is pi quant. It was launched and worn. It became the subject of platform ora- Bonanza Princess. Rose had spent the morning packing the valises, and late in the afternoon began a down stairs search for possessions left in the parlor. The dusk was gathering as she en tered the room, the corners of which were already full of darkness, the fire playing on them with a warm, vary ing light. Waves of radiance quivered and ran up the ceiling, here and there touching the glaze on a picture glass or china ornament. The cnide ugli ness of the plate was hidden in this unsteady, transforming combination of shadow and glow. It seemed a rich, romantic spot, flushed with fire that pulsed on an outer edge of mys terious obscurity, a center of familiar, intimate life, round which coldness and the dark pressed. She thought the room was unoccu pied and advanced toward the table, then started before the uprising of Dominick's t2l figure from a chair in a shadowed corner. It was the first time they had seen each other alone since their conversation of the daj before. Rose was startled and agitat ed, and her brusk backward move ment showed it. Her voice, however, was natural, almost easy to casual ness as she said: “I thought there was no one here, you’ve hidden yourself in such a dark corner. I came to gather up my books and things." He advanced into the light, looking somberly at her. "It's true that you’re going to-moi row?” he said almost gruffly. “Oh, yes. we’re really going. Ev erything's been arranged. Horses and a sleigh are expected any moment now from Rocky Bar. They rest here all night and take us down in the afternoon. I think papa’d go crvty if we had to stay twenty-four hours longer." v “IH follow in a day or two,” he said, "probably go down on Tuesday, the doctor says.” She began gathering up the books, reading the titles, and putting aside those that were not hers. "I’m so sorry it’s over,” she said in a preoccupied voice without any particular regret in It. ‘The Mill on the Floss' is Mrs. Perley’s, I think" “I’m sorry, too," lie commented, very low. She made no reply, selected another j book, and as she held it up looking at the back, said: "But it’s not like a regular good by It’s not as if you were going in one direction and we in another. We ll see- you in San Francisco, of course.” "I don't think so,” he answered. She laid the book on the table and turned her face toward him. He stood looking into the fire, not seeing the face, but conscious of it, of its expres sion, of its every line. “Do you mean that we’re not going to see you down there at all?" "Yes, that’s just about what I meant,” he replied. "Mr. Ryan!" It was hardly mere than a breath of protest, but It was as stirring to the man as the whis per of love. He made no comment on it, and she said, with a little more of insistence and volume. "But why?” "It's best not.” he answered, and turned toward her. His shoulders were squared and he held his head as a man does who prepares himself for a blow. His eyes. looking straight into hers, en veloped her in h glance soft and burn ing, not a savage glance, but the en folding, possessive glance, caress ng and ardent, pleading and masterful, of a lover. The books that she was holding 'el! to the fable, and they looked at each other while the clock ticked. "It’s best for me not to come.” he said huskily, "never to come.” "Very well,” she faltered. He came a little nearer to her and said: “You know what 1 mean.” She turned away, very pale, her lips trembling. “And you'd like me to come if I could—if I were free?” He was close to her and looked down to see her face, his own hard, the bones of the jaw showing through (he thin cheeks. "You'd like me to?" he urged. She nodded, her lips too dry to speak. "O Rose!” he whispered, a whisper that seemed to melt the strength of tier heart and make her unvanquished, maiden pride dissolve into feeblenet He leaned nearer and, taking her by the trau juat above the elbows, drew her to himself, into an embrace. | close aud impassioned, that crushed | her against him. She submitted pas sively, m a dizzy dream that was r.ei j tht-r joy nor pain, but was like a uao i ment of drugged unreality, fearful and beat; iful. She was unconsi ious of ais lips pressed on her hair, but be felt I the beating of his heart beneath her I cheek. They stood thus for a moi-v ct, ris , ing above time and space. They seemed to have been cauvtK up to a pinnacle of life where 'he familiar world lay far beneath 'Kem. A joy, i divine and dreamy, held V.e.u chsped ogether, motionless ai U mute, or a i single point of time beyond and out side the limitations that had hereto ' fore bound them Bill Cannon bad a question t/> ask nis daughter and be came down stairs [ to the parlor where she had tote him she was going He hau dressed him -1 self for .supper. the most important item of his toilet beiug a pair of ' brown leather slippers. They were sot’ and made no sound, and stepping briskly la them he advanced tc rhe half-open parlor door, pushed,lt open j and entered the quiet room. On the hearth-rug before the fire stiod a tory and had its organ. Why is It not worn today? No woman who has ever masqueraded in man's drss or donned it for climbing will ev?r for get the freedom of It Yet thj only woman in the Christian world who ever wore It at once natural y and with that touch of coquetry which is necessary to carry It off, as far as this writer's personal observation goes, was Mme. Dleulafey, and Mmc. Dieu lafoy was protected by the French government and an exclusive circle “Bloomers proved too much for woman clasped 1c the‘arms of Dom inick Ryan. Though the face was hidden, the first glance told him it was his daugh ter. The young man’s head was bowed on hers, his brown hair rising above the gleaming blon iness of ber3. They were absolutely motionless and silent. For an amazed moment the father stared at them, then turned and tip toed out of the room. He mounted several steps of the staircase and tl>en descended, step ping as heavily t.s he could, and, as he advanced on the parlor, coughed w'ith aggressive loudness. He was on the threshold when he encountered his daughter, her nead lowered, her gait quick, almost a run. Without a word he stepped aside and let her pass, the rustling of her skirt dimin ishing as she ran up the hall and mounted the stalls. Dominick was standing on the hearth rug. his head raised like a stag’s; his eyes, wide and gleaming, on the doorway throjgh which she had passed. Cannon stopped directly in front, of him and fixed a stony, menacing glare oa him. "Well, Dominick Ryan,” he said In a low voice, "1 saw that. I came In here a moment ago and saw that. What have you got to say about it" The young man turned his eyes slowly from vacancy to the angry face before him. For a moment he looked slighiiy dazed, staring blankly at Can non. Then wra h gathered thunder ously on hts brow. “Let me alone!” he said fiercely, thrusting him aside. “Get out of my way and let me alone! I can’t talk to you now." He swept the elder man out of his path, and, lurching and staggering on his wounded feet, hurled himselt out of the room. CHAPTER IX. The Sons cf Their Fathers. It was at the end of the Bonanza times, that period of startling upheav als and downfalls, when miners had suddenly become millionaires, and rich men found themselves paupers, that Bill Cannon built, his mansion in San Francisco. He bad made his for tune in Virginia City, not in a few meteoric years, as the public, who loves picturesque histories, was wont to recount relisiingly, but in a series of broken periods of plenty with lean years in between. The Crown Point and Belcher rise made him a man of means, and its collapse was said to have ruined him. Afterward, wise acres shook their heads and there were rumors that it was not Bill Can non who was ruined. In the dead period which followed this disastrous cataclysm of fortune and confidence, he was surreptitiously loyal to' the ca pricious town J rom which men had withdrawn their affection and belief -Well, Domi i.. . Ryan,” He Said, in a Low Voice, “I Saw That.” as from a beguiling woman, once loved and trusted, now finally proved false. In those short years of mourning and lost fai h between the downfall of Crown Pc-Int and the rise of Con- Virgiula and the Rey del Monte, Bill Cannon lay low." His growing repu tation as an expert mining man and a rising financier had suffered. Men had disbelieved in him as they did in Virginia, and he knew the sweet ness of revenge when he and the great ramp rose together in titanic part nership and defied them. His detiac tors had hardly done murmuring to gether over the significant '.ict that Crown Poim; "had not scooped every dollar he had" when the great ore body was struck on the thousand-foot level of the Rey del Monte, and Bill Cannon became a Bonanza King. That was in seventy-four. The same year he bought the land in San Francisco and laid the foundation for the mansion on Nob Hill. His wife was still living then, and his son and daughter the las: of seven children, five of whom had died in infancy— were as yet babies. A year later the house was •ompleted and the Cannon family, surrounded by an aura of high colored. accumulating anecdote, moved down from Nevada and took possession. Mrs. Cacnon, who fr. her girlhood had been the prettiest waitress in the Yuba Hotel at Marysville and bad I married Bl 1 Cannon when he was an even the courage of dear Miss An thony. For two years she wore them, and then with tears and lamentations resisted hem. In that res gratkm Miss Anthony paid tribute, uncon sc ously no doubt, to something deep er than she ever grasped in the wom an question. Her valiant soul met its master in her own nature, but she aid not recognize it. She abandoned her convenient and becoming costume because of prejudice, she said. What other prejudice ever dismayed her! She thrived on fighting them; she met underground miner, was the subject of much gossip in the little group which at that time made up San Fran cisco’s fashionable world. They laughed at her and went to her enter tainments. They told stories of her small social mistakes, and fawned on her husband for positions for theft sons. He understood them, treated them with an ope;i, cynical contempt, and used them. He was big enough to realize his wife’s superiority, and it amused him to punish them for their patronizing airs by savage Imperti nences that they winced under but did not dare resent. She was a silent, sensitive, loving woman, wbo never quite fitted into the fran e his wealth had given her. Rhe did her best to fill the new role, but It bewildered her and she did not feel at ease in it. In her heart she yearned for the days when her home uaa been a miner’s cabin In the foot-hills, her babies had known no nurse but herself, and her husband had been all hera. These were her beaux jours. She died some twelve years after the installation in San Francisco. Bill Cannon had loved her after his fash ion and always respected her, and the withdrawal of her quiet, sympathetic presence left a void behind it that astonished, almost awed him. The two children, Eugene and Rose, were eighteen and thirteen at the time. She had adored them, lived for them, been a mother at once tender and intelli gent, and they mourned her with pas sion. It was to dull the ache left by her death, that Gene, a weak and characterless changeling in this vig orous breed, sought solace in drink. And it was then that Rose, assuming her mother’s place as head of the es tablishment. began to show that ca pacity for management, that combina tion of executive power and gentle force—bequests from both parents— that added admiration to the idolizing love the Bonanza King had always given her. The house in which this pampered princess ruled was one of those enor mous structures which a wealth that sought extravagant ways of expending itself reared upon that protuberance in the city’s outline called by San Francisco Nob Hill. The suddenly enriched miners of the Comstock Lode and the magnates of the railway had money waiting for Investment, and the building of huge houses seemed as good a one as any other. Here, from their front steps, they could see the city sweeping up from Its low center on to the slopes of gird ling hills. It was a gray city, crowd ing down to the edge of the bay, which, viewed from this height, ex tended far up into the sky. In sum mer, under an arch of remote, cold blue, it looked a bleak, unfriendly place, a town in which the stranger felt a depressing, nostalgic chili. In winter, when the sun shone warm and tender as a caress, and the bay and hills were like a mosaic in blue and purple gems, it was a panorama over which the prisser-by was wont to lin ger. The cop'ags of walls offered a convenient resting place, and he could lean on them, still as a lizard in the bath of sun. Bill Cannon'* house had unbroken command of this view. It fronted on it in irregular, massive majesty, with something in its commanding bulkv noss that laminded one of its owner. It was of that epoch when men built their dwellings of wood; and numer ous bay-windows and a sweep of mar ble steps flanked by sleeping stone lions were considered indispensable adjuncts to the home of the rich man who knew how to do things correctly. Round it spread a green carpet of lawns, close-cropped and even as vel vet, and against its lower story deep borders of geraniums were banked in slopes of graduated scarlet and crim son. The general impression left by it was that of a splendor that would have been ostentatious and vulgar had not the studied elegance of the grounds and the outflaring glories of sea. sky and hills imparted to it some of their own distinction and dignity. On the day following their depart ure from Antelope, Cannon and his daughte- reached home at nightfall. The obsequiously-welcoming butler — an importation from the East that the Bonanza King confided to Rose he i found it difficult to refrain from kick- her woman's soul, and did not know it!" All Were Once Slang. If we had never allowed slang to legitimize itself in orthodox language where sboald we be today? A refer ence to old slang dictionaries gives the answer. Take Grose s, published at the end of the eighteenth oentnry— the “Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue,'’ by the firat lexicographer who recog nized tbe word "slang" itself. W> find him classing under it such words as ing—acquainted them with the fact I that “Mr. Gene had been up from San I Luis Obispo for two days, waiting for their arrival. Even as he spoke a 1 masculine voice uttered a hail from the floor above and a man's figure appeared cn the stairway and ran Quickly down. Cannon gave a care* less look upward. Ah there. Gene, he observed, turn ing to the servant who was helpirg him off wii h his cost. “Come up to town for a spell?” The young man did not seem to no tice anything especially ungracious In the greeting or probably was used to It. "Yes, Just up for a look around and to see how you and ttosey were. Got snowed In, didn’t you?” he 6atd, look ing at his sister. She kissed him affectionately and drew him to the light where she sub jected him to a sharp, exploring scru tiny. Evidently the survey was sat isfactory, for she gave him a little slap on the shoulder and said: “Good boy. Gene, Ban Luis is agree ing with you. Yes, we were snowed in for nearly three weeks. Papa's been half crazy. And you’ve been in town two days, Prescott says. It must have been dull here all alone.” “Oh, I haven’t been dull. I’ve been going round seeing the boys and"— his sister's sudden, uneasy look checked him and he answered it with quick reassurance oT glance and tone “Everything strictly temperance. Don’t you get uneasy. I’ve lived up to my promises. The ranch Is mint all right, father." He had a high, rather throaty voice, which, whhout seeing his face, would have suggested weakness and lack of purpose. Now r as he looked at his father with a slight and somewhat foolish air of triumph, the old man responded to his remark with a sound which resembled a grunt of scornful incredulity. “Really Gene.” said his sister, her manner of fond gratification in marked contrast to her father’s rough ness, “that’s the best news I’ve heard tyr a year. It’s worth being 6nowed up to hear that when you come out. Of course you’ll get the ranch. 1 al ways knew you would. I always knew you could pull up and be as straight as anybody if you tried ” The old man, who had been kicking off his rubbers, here raised his head with a bull-like movement, and sud denly roared at the retreating butler, who was vanishing toward the dining room. “My cigars. Where in hell are they? Why doesn’t somebody attend here?” The servant, with a start of alarm and a murmured excuse, disappeared for a moment, to reappear, hurrying breathlessly with a box of cigars. Cannon selected one and turned to the stairway. “How long are you down for?" he said to bis son as he began ascending. “I thought a week, perhaps two,” answered the young man. “A feller gets darned lonely, down there in the country. ’ There was something apologetic, al most pleading in his words and way of speech. He looked after his fa ther’s receding figure as if quite ob livious to the rudeness of the large, retiring back and the manner of care less scorn. “Make it three,” said the Bonanza King, turning his head slightly and throwing the sentence over his shoul der. Gene Cannon was now twenty-nine years of age and had drunk since his eighteenth year. His mother had died in ignorance of his vice. When his father discovered it, it simply aug mented the old man’s impatience against the feeble youth who would carry on his name and be one of the inheritors of his fortune. Bill Can non had never cared much for his only son. He had early seen the stuff of which the boy was made. “Doesn’t amoum to a hill of beans, ’ he would say, throwing the words at his wife over the bitten end of his cigar. He could nave forgiven the drinking, as he couid other vices, if Gene had had some of his own force, some of that driving power which had carried him triumphant over friend and foe. But the bey had no initiative, no brains, no energy. “How did I ever come to have such a son?” he queried some times in an access of disgust in which the surprise was stronger than the disgust. The question possessed a Body as a Compass Needle Ants Have an Unfailing Method of Finding Their Way Back to Their Nests. Not only naturalists, but every one who has watched ants has wondered how they find their way to and from their nests. A French naturalist, M. Cornet*, has been observing ants in Algeria and in a recent issue of La Na ture be tells the results of his ob servations. • The ant, he says. In its outward jour ney, proceeds throughout in tbe di rection initially chosen; on its return Lie Insect places its body at the same angle and walks in the opposite di rection. The body of tbe ant would therefore act ss a kind of compass need le. If an ant is caught at the nest and transported to a point some yards dis tant, the insect, is quite incapable of finding i*s way back. It runs around on the ground until it accidentally comes across the entrance to the bur row. The case is quite different if an ant is allowed to find its way to a distance unmolested. On leaving the nest it places itself in a certain direc tion and holds the same, no matter what obstacles it may meet with en route, and no matter what side tracks it nay occasionally strike in order to seize some articlo of food or of struc tural value for its nest. The return is effected directly, rap luly and without hesitation, even if the ground covered has been swept in ordnr to change its relief. The return is obviously determined completely by the outward trip, and an ant which has left lie nest on a voyage of ex plo-atlon finds its way back jus', be cause it has made the outwaM jour ney. Human Nature. Human nature is a curious thing Take, for instance, the man who wears bay window, bedizened, bet, bluster, budget, brogue, capon, grouse, churl, coax, cobbler, cur, domineer, eyesore, flabby, flog, tout foundling, fuss, gag malingerer, messmate, slump, saunter, ham, rascal, trip and yelp. Wait un til next the anti-slang purist uses com of these words and then confound hiss bj reference to Grose. To Reclaim 1,000,000 Acres. Tbe Egyptian government has begun one of the most costly and eomprehen arre drainage projects for the reclama sort of scientific interest for hfi# which was deeper than the personal and over which the disappointed mag nate would ponder. As Gene grew older and his intern j pe-ance assumed more serious propor- j tions, the father’s scorn grew inora op;n and was augmented by a sort of exasperated dislike. The Bonanza Kiug had no patience with those who failed from 111-health or the persistent persecutions of bad luck. His conten tion was that they should not hav# been ill, and they should have con- 1 quered their bad luck. He had not ex cuses for those who were beaten back against the wall—only death should be able to do that. But when it came to a useless, hampering vice, a weak ness that in itself was harmless enough, but that was allowed to gain paralyzing proportions, his original contempt was intensified into a fleroe intolerance which would have been terrifying if it had nor been tempered j with an indifferent disdain. Rose’s attitude toward ter brother was a source of secret wonder to him. She loved the feeble youth; a tie of the deepest affection existed between them, upon w hich Gene’s intemperance seemed to have no effect. Tbe Bonan za King had always admitted that the ways of the gentler sex wera beyond his comprehension, but that the two women he had known best--his wife and his daughter—should Lave lav ished the tenderest love upon an ir temperate, Incompetent, uselcsn weak ling was to him one of the fafhofnless mysteries of life. It was Rose's suggestion tha' Gene should be withdrawn from temptation by sending him to the country. As the only son of Bill Cannon he was the object of a variety of attentions and allurements in the city to which a stronger-willed man might have suc cumbed. The father readily agreed to the Tdan. He could graciously sub scribe to all Rose said, as the removal of Gene s amiable visage and unin spired conversation would not cause him any particular distress or sense of loss. But when Rose unfolded the whole of her scheme he was not so enthu siastically in accord with her. It was that Gene should be put on Lis father’s ranch —the historic Rancho of the Santa Trinidad near San Luis Obispo —as manager, that all responsibility should be placed in his hands, and that If, during one year's probation, he should remain sober and maintain a record of quiet conduct and general good behavior, the ranch should be turned over to him as his own prop erty, to be developed on such lines as he thought best. The Rancho of the Santa Trinidad was one of the finest pieces of agri cultural property in California. The Bonanza King visited it once a year, and at intervals received crates of fruit and spring chickens raised upon it. This was about all he got out of it, but when he heard Rose calmly arranging to have it become Gene’s property, he felt like a man who sud denly finds himself being robbed. He had difficulty in restraining a roar of refusal. Had it been any one but Rose he would not have resi rained it. Of course he gave way to her, as he always did. He even gave way grace fully with an effect of a generosity too large to bother over trifles, not be cause he felt it but because he did not want Rose to guess how it “went against dm.” Under the genial bland ness of his demeanor he reconciled himself to the situation by the thought that Gere would certainly never keep sober for a year, and that there was therefore no fear of the richest piece of laud in the state passing into the hands of that dull and incapable young man. The year was nearly up now. It had but three months to run and Gene’s record had been exemplary. He had come to the city only twice, when his father noticed with a jeal ously-watchful eye that he had been resolutely abstemious in the matter of liquor and that his interest in the ffreat property he managed had been the strongest he had so far evinced In anything. The thought that Gene might possibly live up to Vs side of the bargain and win the ranch caused the old man to experience that feeling of blank chagrin which is the state of mind of the unexpectedly. swindled. He felt like a king who has been dar ingly and successfully robbed by t slave. (TO BE CONTINUED.) a toupee. He may know that you know the hair on top of his head is fastened there with paste, but as long as you pretend to him that you do not know it he will hold you in high esteem, al though it is necessary for him to pre tend that he is unaware of the fact that you are pretending to believe his hair consists of a natural growth. On the other hand If perchance you encounter him wh*ai his toupee is on the bureau or tin* wash-stand instead of on his head he will despise you for finding him out and thuß ending for ever the necessity of keeping up the pi-dense of which he was fully aware from the first. Pinched Mary Garden for Less. In an article on baseball “fans” in the August American Magazine Hugh S. Fullerton tells the following story: “One of the quickest tilings I ever heard was a remark from a Washing ton fan which upset Frank Isbell, the veteran, cpmpletely. Isbell’s head Is as bald as a concrete pavement and usually he kept his cap plastered tightly on hs head to shield himself from the gibes of crowds. This time he tried to steal second, and made a desperate, diving slide around and un der the baseman, only to be called out. He was so enraged that he ran at the umpire, grabbed his arm argued and raved and finally in sheer anger jerked off his cap. hurled it onto the ground and jumped upon it. His bald head glistened in the sunlight and the crowd roared. Then above the roar came a mice: “ 'Put on that cap. They pinched Mary Garden here for less than that' ” Drawing the Line. i Patriotism is our proudest passion, but we refuse to let it induce us to wear a certain sort of hat in the inter ; est of any candidate. —Atchison Globe. lion or lands ever attempted by any government in the world. Its object is to make cultivable i,000,000 acres of fertile land In the Ita of lower Egypt. It is estimated at the work will require four years and ?15,000.£t00 will be required for dr linage, snd a like amount for Irrigation. Ninety per cant of tbe land redeemed will be owned by the government. The prin cipal object of the project is to re deem a fertile but now worthless re gion of the delta under cotton cnltiva tiOXL REALLY GOOD RECIPES WILL BE FOUND VALUABLE AD DITION TO THE MENU. Tomato Soup in Most Approved Fash ion—Excellent Sandwiches fer Buffet Luncheon Oatmeal Cookies Easy to Make. Tomato Soup.—Take one quart can of tomatoes, cook and strain through colander to remove seeds and pulp; put juice in porcelain pan and as it heats slowiy, add a pinch of soda one teaspoon salt, a little pepper lump of butter and sugar If desired Stir this constantly until it boils, then add one quart of rich milk which has been heated to boiling point Put one spooniui whipped cream on each dish of soup and cerve hot with toasted crackers Delicious sandwiches for a buffet luncheou may be made by spreading thin slices of bread with melted cheese, then pat in oven until light brown and serve hot A tempting salad is made of can ned pears, cut in small pieces, mixed with pecan meats and served with mayonnaise dressing. A good recipe for nut bread is: One cip sugar, one teaspoon lard or but ter, one quart flour, three teaspoons baking powder, one teaspoon salt, one cup chopped nuts, enough milk to make a soft dough. Let rise twen ty minutes and bake iu moderate oven. Oatmeal Cookies. —One cup sugar, one cup shortening, on and two thirds lard, one-third butter, two eggs, two-thirds cup sour milk, one level teaspoon soda, one-half teaspoon baking powder, one teaspoon cinna mon, one cup currants, one scant cup oatmeal, add flour enough to make dough stiff enough to drop. White Layer Cake. —Beat one-half cup butter to a cream, adding grad ually one and one-half cups sugar; then add one cup milk; sift together two and one-half cups of flour with two teaspoons baking powder; add this to mixture and beat lor five min utes. then add whites ot' six eggs, beating all together thoroughly. Chocolate Gelatin. Dissolve one-quarter box of gelatin in 1 pint of milk over the fire; add scant lialf-cup grated chocolate or co coa. Cocoa makes less rich and more easily digested dessert. Using only one-quarter cup cocoa makes a palat able result, and still less rich than either of the other mixtures. When gelatin Is dissolved add scant cup sugar and bit of salt and vanilla fla voring. Pour into mold and set aside to harden. Serve with plain cream, thin or thick. Or whip cream and flavor with vanilla. One-lmlf cup of heavy cream whipped is usually enough for this amount of jell, which makes a generous serving for two ex tremely fond of chocolate. A milk-thin boiled custard, lemon flavored, may be used instead of cream. Also a teaspoon of cocoa may be beaten into the cream, and when put on the jell dotted with tiniest beads of the jell. Pond Liiy Eggs. Select nice oval eggs, boil in large kettle full of water for at least twen ty minutes. Have water hot but not boiling when eggs are put in. then . '■r water simmering, but. not boiling i. t*y may crack. When time is up take up carefully and let cold water run over, to loosen shell, remove shell carefully and then split the whites in to five or six petals—begin at small end and do not cut entirely to bottom. Now remove yolk carefully, mash well, add a little boiled dressing, salt and paprika, and replace enough of the mixture to simulate a half open lily, place on bed of lettuce and lay strips of green peppers so as to rep resent a stem. Brown Hash. Free cold, cooked beef or mutton from fat or gristle and chop fine, sea soning it. very highly with salt arid pepper. Add an equal quantity of cold potatoes, also chopped fine. Put in a frying pan, adding sufficient stock —water must be used if you have no stock —to moisten thorough ly. Heat slowly stirring often until very hot. For one pint of hash spread over the top one tablespoonful of sweet beef dripping or butter, cover closely and draw to one side for twenty minutes, where it. will erust on the bottom w-ithout burning. Fold over like an omelet and turn out on a hot platter. Care of Machines. Sewing machines should be treated with great care If you would have them last a long while and do perfect work. After every two days of steady work oil the machinery thoroughly, but be careful to wipe away all super fluous oil. Run the machine rapidly but steadily without any thread for five minutes after oiling This will cause th- oil to scatter, and the su perfluous drops can be wiped away and none will be left to slain the ma verial you are working Bavarian Cream. Pour one-half cup of coll water over ,ne box of gelatine, let stand until dis solved, which will he in about one hour; then add two tablespoons boil ing water. Beat the yolks erf four eggs with four tablespoons powdered sugar and stir into one pint of hot cream. To this add the gelatine, stir until smooth and set a.-ide to cool. Whip one pint with four tablespoons pow dered sugar and one tablespoon vanil la; when the custard is perfectly cold stir in the cream and set on ice. To Set Colon. To set blue and lavender, dissolve one ounce of sugar of les.d in two and one-half gallons of bo: water, stir with a wocderi stick and let stand un til lukewarm. Soak articles in this two hours and then hang up to drip dry They should be washed thor oughly afterward. For pink snd green add one-half cup strong vinega. - to two and one-half gallons of water. Proceed as above. New Kerchiefs. At one time any handkerchief that had its snowy whiteness sullied by a colored border was considered poor taste, but now we not only think col ored borders quite desirable, but pale colored handkerchiefs are also chos en. and the newest thing is a colored handkerchief with a different colored border, in both handkerchief and hem the colors are very delicate, almost pastel in tints. i a rich woman is the noblest work ! of God. HARDLY. w It must take courage to go up in an airship,” “It does, but not near so much as to come down in one.” A CLERGYMAN’S TESTIMONY. The Rev. Edmund Heslop of Wig tor, Pa., suffered from Dropsy for a year. His limbs and feet were swol len and puffed. He had heart flutter ting, was dizzy and exhausted at the least exer tion. Hands and feet were cold and he had such a dragging sensa tion across the loins that it was difficult to move. D t* tt After using 5 Rev. E. Heslop. . . “ . . 1 boxes of Dodds Kidney Pills the swelling disappear ed and he felt himself again. He says he has been benefited and blessed by the use of Dodds Kidney Pills Sev eral months later he wrote: I have not changed my faith in your remedy since the above statement was author ized. Correspond with Rev. E. Hes lop about this wonderful remedy. Dodds Kidney Pills 50c. per box at your dealer or Dodds Medicine .o Buffalo, N. Y. Write for Household Hints, also music of National Anthem (English and German words) and re cipes for dainty dishes. All 3 sent free. Adv. Bear’s Grease and Baldness. In a recent volume of reminiscences the writer states that baldness is much more common now that in hi* early days, and ascribes the modern man’s loss of Lair to the decrease in the use of “bear’s grease.” This pomade was made principally of lard colored and scented, but "hairdress ers, many of whom called themselves ‘professor:;,’ used to advertise ’the slaughter of another fine bear,’ ex hibiting a canvas screen depicting ir glaring colors a brown animal of ele phantine proportions expiring in a sea of gore.” To the Point. “That was a very appropriate re j mark the jockey made when they ) pulled him from under his mount ; when it stumbled and fell on him.” “What was the remark 0 ” “ This is a horse on me.' ” Must Be. “Is he making good?” “No question of it. He can get coal on credit.” —Detroit Free Press. There's nothing platonic about i i mun's love for himself. 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