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g§j S' HALLE ERMINE RIVES fj IPjg ILLUSTRATIONS <s>' LAUREN STOUT 5?“ SYNOPSIS. John Valiant, a rich society favorite, ■uddently discovers that the Valiant cor poration, which his father founded and which was the principal source of his wealth, has failed. He voluntarily turns over hi3 pri /ate fortune to the receiver for the corporation. His entire remaining possessions consist of an old motor car, a white bull dog and Damory court, a neg lected estate In Virginia. On the way to Hamory court he meets Shirley Dand ridge. an auburn-haired beauty, and de cides that he is going to like Virginia lm me.uK.ly. Shirley’s mother, Mrs. Dand ride. and Major Bristow exchange rem iniscences during which It is revealed that the major. Valiant's father, and a man named Sassoon were rivals for the hand of Mrs. Dandrldge In her youth. Sassoon and Valiant fought a duel on her account in which the former was killed. Valiant finds Damory court overgrown with weeds and creepers and the build ings In a very much neglected condition. Valiant explores his ancestral home. He Is surprised by a fox hunting party which Invades his estate. He recognizes Shirley at the head of the party. He gives sanc tuary to the cornered fox. Gossips dis cuss the advent of the new owner and re call the tragedy In which the elder Val iant took part. CHAPTER Xll—Continued. Till the sun was high John Valiant lay on his back in the fragrant grass, meditatively watching a bucaneering chicken-hawk draw widening circles against the blue and listening to the vibrant tattoo of a ‘‘pecker-wood" on a far-away tree, and the timorous wet whistle of a bob-white. The whole place was very quiet now. For Just one thrilling moment it had burgeoned Into sound and movement: when the sweaty horseß had stood snorting and stamping In the yard with the hounds scampering between their legs and the riding-coats winking like rubies in the early sunshine! Had she recognized him as the smudged tinkerer of the stalled car? ‘‘She saw me drop that wretched brute through the window,” he chuckled. ‘‘l could take oath to that. But she didn’t give me away, true little sport that she was. And she won't. I can’t think of any reason, but I know. Was sh angry? I v/onder!” At length he rose and went back to the house. With a bunch of keys he had founc he went to the stables, after some difficulty gained access, and propped the crazy doors and win dows open to the sun. The building was airy and well-lighted and con tained a dozen roomy box-stalls, a spacious loft and a carriage-house. The straw bedding had been unre moved, mice-gnawed sacking and rotted hay lay In the mangers, and tbe warped harness, hanging on its pegs, was a smelly mass of mildew and decay. He found a stick, mowed away the festooning cobwebs, and moved the debris piece-meal. “There!" he said with satisfaction. “There's a place for the motor —if Uncle Jefferson ever gets it here." It was noon when he returned, after a wash-up in the lake, to the meal with which Aunt Daphne, in a costume dimly suggestive of a bran-meal poul tice with a gingham apron on, regaled him. Fried chicken, corn-bread so soft ar.d fluffy that it had to be lifted from the pan with a spoon, browned potatoes, and to his surprise, fresh milk. "Ah done druv ouah oP cow ovah, suh," explained Aunt Daphne. “ ‘Case she gotter be milked, er she run dry ez de Red Sea fo' de chillon ob lzril.” “Aunt Daphne,” inquired Valiant with his mouth full, “what do you call this green thing?" “Dat? Dal's jes’ turnip-tops, suh, wider hunk er bacon in de pot. Laws She Bit Her Lips as He Snapped the Offending Bole Short Off. er-me, et cer'n’y do me good ter see yo' git arter if dat way, suh. Reck'n yo' got er appertite! Hyuh, Hyuh!" •'I have. I never guessed it before, and it's a magnificent discovery. How ever, it suggests unwelcome reflec tions. Aunt how long do you estimate a man can dine like this on *—well, say on a hundred dollars?” “Er hun’ed dollahs, suh? Dat's er right smart heap o’ money, dee<t_et is! Well suh, ’pen's on whut yo’ raises. Ef yo’ raises yo' own gyarden-sass en chick’ns en aigs. Ah reck'n yo’ kin live longah dan dat ar Methoosalum, en still haf mos’ of it in de ol’ stock in’.” “Ah! I can grow all those things myself, you think?” ’ Yo’ cert’n’y kin,’’ said Aunt Daphne. ’’Ev’ybody do. De chick'ns done peck fo' deyselves en de yudtiah things—yo' o'ny gotter ’courage ’em en dey jes’ grows.” Valiant ate his dessert with a thoughtful smile wrinkling his brow. WITH THE AID OF SORCERY Women of Sardinia Thought They Had a Chance to Recover a Buried Treasure. An old Sardinian woman named Anna Romano has been arrested at Sassari charged with obtaining money under false pretensions. The Italian penal code has no pro vision dealing with magic and conse quently when Anna Romano was sur prised at midnight by the police sur rounded by several women holding torches over a hole she had excavated in the courtyard of a house, despite the fact that the women was openly engaged in magical practices, she was accused of swindling money from the credulous torch bearers. The women admitted that they had given the sorceress money and all op posed her arrest, as they were con vinced she was on the point of discov ering great treasure. The police do not believe in treasures, however, and very likely Anna Romano will be sen tenced to a long term of imprisonment. Strange as U may seem, the exist As he pushed back his chair he sm.*te bis hands together and laughed aloud. “Back to the soil!” he said. “John Valiant, farmer! The miracle of it is that it sounds good to me. I want to raise my own grub and till my own soil. I want to be my own man! And I’m beginning to see my w r ay. Crops will have to wait for another season, but there’s water and pasture for cat tle now. There’s timber—lots of it— on that hillside, too. I must look into that.” He/ filled his pipe and climbed the staircase to the upper floor. There were many bedrooms with great f<pr posted, canopied beds and old-fash ioned carved furniture of mahogany and curly-maple, and in one he found a great cedar-lined chest filled with bed-linen and napery. In these rooms were more evidences of decay. The bedroom he mentally chose for his own was the plainest of all, and was above the library, fronting the vaga bond garden. It had a great bla.ck desk with many glass-knobbed draw ers and a book-rack. He lingered longest in a room whose door was painted The Hilari im. It had evidently been a nursery and schoolroom. Here on the walls were many shelves wound over with net works of cobwebs, and piled with the oddest assemblage of toys. There were school-books, too, thumbed and dog-eared, from First Reader to Caesar’s Gallic Wars, with names of small Valiants scrawled on their fly leaves. He carefully relocked the door of this room; he wanted to dust those toys and books with his own hands. In the upper hall again he leaned from the window, sniffing the lar llung scent of orchards and peach blown fence-rows. The soft whirring sound of a bird’s wing went past, al most brushing his startled face, a.nd the old oaks seemed to stretch their bent limbs with a faithful brute-like yawn of pleasure. In the room below he could hear the vigorous sounc of Aunt Daphne's hard-driven broom s.nd the sound flooded the echoing space w’ith a comfortable commotion. He went to his trunk and fished out a soft shirt on which he knotted a loose tie, exchanged his Panama for a slouch hat, and whistling the bar carole from Tales of Hoffmann, went gaily out. "I feel tremendously alive today," he confided to the dog, as he tramped through the lush grass. “If you see me ladle the muck out of that fountain with my own fair hands, don’t have a fit. I'm liable to do any thing.” His eye swept up and down the slope. "There probably isn’t a finer site for a house in the whole South,” he told himself. “The living-rooms front south and west. We’ll get scrumptious sunsets from that back porch. And on the other side there’s the view clear to the Blue Ridge." He skirted the lake. “Only to grub out some of the lilies —there's too many of them —and straighten the rim—and weed the pebble margin to give those green -ocks a show. I’ll build a little wharf below them to dive from, and —yes. I’ll stock it with spotted trout.” He was but a few hwMred yards from the house, yet the silence was -,o deep that there might have beer no habitation within fifty miles. All at cnee he stopped short; there was a sudden movement in the thicket be yond—the sound of light fast footfalls, as of someone running away. He made a lunge for the dog, but with a growl Chum tore himself from the restraining grasp and dashed into the bushes. *‘A child, no doubt,’’ lie thought as ho plunged in pursuit, “and that lubberly brute will scare it half to death!” He pulled up with an exclamation. In a narrow wood-path a little way from him, partly hidden by a v-ind fa.ll, stood a girl, her skirt transfixed with a wickedly jagged sapling. He saw instantly how it had happened; the windfall had blocked the way, and she had sprung clear over It, not noting the screened spear, which now held her s effectually as any railroad spike. In another moment Valiant had reached her and met her face, flushed, half defiant, her eyes a blue gleam of smoldering anger as she desperalely, almost savagely, thrust wild tendrils of flame-colored hair beneath the broad curved brim of her straw hat. At her feet lay a great armful of cape jessamines. A little thrill, light and warm and joyous, ran through him. Until that instant he had not recognized her. CHAPTER XIII. John Valiar.t Makes a Discovery. ’ I'm so sorry,” was what he said, a3 he kneeled to release her, and she wa3 grateful that his tone was unmtxed with amusement. She bit her lips, as by sheer strength of elbow and knee he snapped the offending bole short off—one of those quick exhibitions of reserved strength that every wom an likes. ”1 don’t know how I could have been so silly—thank yon so much,” said Shirley, panting slightly from her exertions. “I'm not the leaf.': bit hurt —only my dress —and you know very well that I wasn’t afraid of that ridiculous dog.” A richer glow stole to her cheeks as she spoke, a burn- ence of the treasure is corroborated by fact. Anna Romano is in possession tf a document written In the sixteenth century in which it is related that a wealthy woman of Sassari, fear'ig a French Invasion, hid all the money, jewels and plate she owned in it se cluded place. This woman was subsequently mur dered and her body was buried in the courtyard of her house. A truthful servant knew that her mistress wo-e around her neck a locket containing the document, with the description Of the place where the treasure had been hidden. When Anna Romano was arrested she had just discovered the corpse of the murdered woman and the locket with the secret document The police found the locket but not the document —New Yor.t Sun. Great Britain and Slavery Serfdom in England was finally abol ished In 1660. For a century after wards colonists and others on a visit to England were allowed to bring their slaves with them, but by a judgment of the queen's bench In 1772, when ing recollection of u rose, which from her horse that morning at E'amory Court, she ha- glimpsed in its glass on the porch. Both laughed a little. He imagined tliat he could smell that wonderful hair, a subtle fragrance like that of Ban-dried seaweed or the elusive scent toat clings to a tuft of long-plucked Spanish moss. “Chum stands ab solved, then,” he said, bending to sweep together the scattered jessa mine. “Do you—do you run like that when you’re not frightened?" "When I’m caught red-banded. Don’t you?” He looked puzzled. She pointed to the flowers. “I had stolen them, and I was trying to ‘ scape off wid ’em’ as the negroes sy. Shocking, isn't It? But you see, nobody has lived here since long be fore I was born, and I suppose the flower-thieving habit has become in grown.” “But,” he interrupted, “there’s acres of them going to waste. Why on earth shouldn’t you have them?” “Of course I know better today, but there was a —a spiecial reason. We have none and this is the nearest “It Won’t Hurt,” Reassured the Would- Be Operator. place wheru they grow. My mother wanted some for this particular day.” “Good heavens!” he cried. “You don’t think you can’t go right on tak ing them? Why, you can ’’scape off’ with the whole garden any time!” A droll little gleam of azure mis chief darted at him suddenly out of l er eyes and then dodged back again. ‘ Aren’t you Just a little rash with other people’s property?” "Other people's?” “What will the owner say?’ He bent back one of the long Jessa mine stems and wound it around the ethers. “I can answer for him. Be sides, I owe you something, you know. 1 robbed you this morning—of your brush.” She looked at him, abruptly seriouc. ‘ Why did you do that?” “Sanctuary. His two beady eyes begged so hard for it. ‘Twenty raven ous hounds,’ they said, ''“and a dozen galloping horses. And look what a poor shivering little red-brown mor sel I am! ’ ” For just an instant the bronze-gold head gave a quick mperious toss, like a high-mettled pony under the flick of the whip. But as suddenly the shadow of resentment passed; the mobile face under the bent hat-brim turned thoughtful. She looked again at him. "Do you think it’s wrong to kill things?” she asked gravely. “Oh. dear, no,” he smiled. “I haven't a single ism. I’m not even a vegetarian.” “But you would be if you had to kill your own meat?” “ Perhaps. So many of us would. Asa matter of fact, I don’t hunt my self, but I’m no reformer.” “Why don’t you hunt?" “I don’t enjoy It." He flushed slightly. “I hate firearms,” he said, a trifle difficultly. “I always have. I don't know why. Idiosyncrasy, I sup pose. But I shouldn’t care for hunt ing, even with bows and arrows. I would kill a tiger or a poisonous rep tile, or anything else, in case of neces sity. even then I should hardly enjoy it. t know some animals are pests and have to be killed. Some men do, too. But I don’t like to do it myself.” “Wouldn’t that theory lead to a wholesale evasion of responsibility?” “Perhaps. I’m no philosopher But a blackbird or a red fox is so pretty, even when he is thieving, that I’d let him have the corn. I’m like the Lord High Executioner in ‘The Mi kado’ who was so tender-hearted that he couldn’t execute anybody and planned to begin v/ith guinea-pigs and work up. Only I’m afraid I coftldn’t even manage the guinea-pigs.” She laughed. ‘ You wouldn’t find many to practice on here. Do you raise guinea-pigs up North?” “Ah,” he said ruefully, “you tag me, too. Have I by chance a large letter N tattooed upon my manly brow? But I suppose it’s the accent-- Uncle Jef ferson catalogued me in five minutes. He said he didn’t, know why I was from ‘de Norf,’ but he ‘knowed’ It. I’ve annexed him and his wife, by the way/’ “You’re lucky to have them. Unc’ Jefferson and Aurt Daph might have slipped out of a p.antation of the last century. They’re absolutely ante-bel- au attempt was made to regain pos session of a fugitive slave it was de cided that no man in Great Britain could be held as a slave. An act for the abolition of slavery throughout the British colonies was passed the British parliament, chiefly through the exertions of Wflberforce, in ISB3. and on August 1. 183*. nearly 8,000 slaves became free. Their owners were com pensated by the British government to the extent of £20,000.000 sterling Slavery was abolished in the East Indies, then under the control of the East India company, in 1838. Great Britain had nothlrg to do with slavery in South America or the United State— Where Sentiment Stops. Mary Johnston in her book, ”Ha gar,” has Mrs. Green, one of the char acters, reply to the heroine’s wish that k.he could make money by saying: “It ain’t so easy for women to make money. There's more ways they can't than they can. It’s what they cal! ‘Sentiment’ fights them. Sentiment don’t mind their being industrious, but It draws the line at their gettlhg money for it,*' lum. Most of the negroes are more or less spoiled, as you’ll find, I’m afraid.” She turned the conversation bluntly. “Had you seen Damory Court before?” "No, never.” “Do you like the general plan of the place?” “Io I like it?” cried John Valiant. “Do I like it!” A quick pleasure glanced across her face. “It’s nice of you to say it that way. We ask that question so often it’s become mechanical. You see, it's our great; show-place.” At. that moment a patter of foot steps and shrill shrieks came flying over the last-year’s leaves beyond the lilac bushes. It’s Rickey Snyder.” she said, peering out smilingly as two children, pursued and pursuer, burst into view. “Hush!” she whispered; “I v/onder what they are up to.” The pair came in a whirl through the bushes. The foremost was a seven-year-old negro girl, in a single short cottonade garment, wizened, barelegged and bareheaded, her black woof parted in little angular patches and tightly wrapped with bits of cord. The other was white and as freckled as a, turkey’s egg, with hair cropped like a boy’s. She held a carving knife cut from a shingle, whose edge had been deeply ensanguined by poke berry juice. The pursued one stum bled over a root and came to earth in a heap, while the other pounced upon her like a wildcat. “Hold still, you limb of Satan,” she scolded. “How can I do It when you won’t stay still?” “Oh, lawd,” moaned the prostrate one, in simulated terror; “oh, Doctah, good Doctah Snydah, has Ah gotter hab dat operation? Is yo’ sho' gwine ter twitter aroun' mah insides wid dem knives en saws en things?" “It won’t hurt,” reassured the would be operator; “ro more than it did Mis’ Poly Gifford. And I’ll put your liver right back again.” “Walt er minute. Ah jes’ remera bahs Ah fo’got ter make mah will. Ab leabs—” “Nonsense!” objected the other irri tably. Yon made it yesterday. They always do it beforehand.” “No, suh; Ah done clean fergot et. Ah leabs mah thimble ter de Mefodis’ church, en mah black en w’ite kitten ter Ricker Snyder, en—" A twig snapped under Valiant’s foot. Both scrambled to their feet, the black girl to look at them with a wide self conscious grin. Rickey, tossing her short hair back from her freckled face, came toward them. “My goodness. Miss Shirley,” she said, “we didn’t see you at all.” She looked at Valiant. “Are you the man that’s going to fix up Damory Court?" she inquired, without ary tedious for malities. “Yes,” said Valiant. “Well,” she said critically, “you’ve got your job cut out for you. But I should say you’re the kind to do it.” “Rickey!" Shirley’s voice tried to be stern, but there was a hint of laughter in it. “What did I say now?” Inquired Rickey. “I’m sure I meant it to be complimentary.” “It was,” said Valiant. “I shall try to deserve your good opinion.” “But what a ghastly play!” ex claimed Shirley, “Where did you learn it?” “We were playing Mis’ Toly Gifford in the hospital," Rictcey answered. “She’s got a whole lot of little peb bles what they cut out —” “Oh, Rickey!” expostulated Shiriey with a shudder. WASTED WEALTH OF COUNTRY All Kinds of Game Has Been Indis criminately Slaughtered Through out Labrador. The fish, fi sh and fowl of Labrador, writes Dr. Grenfell in the Wide World, have been exploited to the last degree, and no scintiflc or practical effort has been made for their protection or re habilitation. Our auks, curlew, ducks and many other birds have become either extinct or dangerously deplet ed. Our deer, owing to forest fires caused by carelessness and unrestrict ed slaughter by Indians, as well as white settlers, have so far diminished as to bring semi-starvation to doors where once there was always plenty. The destruction of seal herds has brought families once affluent to mis erable poverty. For some reason our unrivaled herring and mackerel have left us altogether. The salmon catch Is only a snadow of what it once was, and even the returns of our still val uable cod fishery show Increasing un certainty in quantity and distribution. The growing number of trappers, the lack of protection, or the destruction of their food supplies, has made the annual winter fur hunt insufficient to maintain in comfort all who prosecute it, and that in spite of the immense increase in the price of pelts. Seals WOULD HAVE HAD THE MONEY Shah’s Cold-Blooded Suggestion to English Monarch—Why the Prince Left White’s Club. An amusing story of particular in terest at the moment is told concern ing: the di'he of Sutherland by Lord Suffield in “My Memories.” When the shah of Persia visited this country, the late King Edward, who was then prince of Wales, told him that the duke of Sutherland owned large es tates In Scotland, as well as in Eng lai,d. The shah is alleged to have said: “He must be very rich. Of course, when you come to the throne you will —’’ And here he made an ex pressive gesture with his finger across his. throat Lord Suffield was on close terms of intimacy with the late king, who, al though he had the reputation of affa bility and geniality, diew very plainly the limits which guarded his dignity On one occasion his late majesty was leaving White's club, and began to light a cigar in a room in which people did not usually smoke. Some officious WAUSAU PILOT “Thsy i.'d. She keeps them in a little pasteboard box like wedding-cake, with a blue ribbon around :it. She was showing 1" to Miss Mattie Sue ysster* day. She was telling her all about It. She said all the women there showed erch other their cuts and bragged about how long they were.” “You certain’y have a highly devel oped taste for the dramatic,” said Shirley. “I wonder what, your next effort will be.” “It’s tomorrow," Rickey informed her. "We’re going to have the duel between Valiant and Sassoon.” The smile was stricken from John Valiant’s face. A duel---the duel —be- tween Valiant and Sassoon! He felt his blood beat quickly. Had there been such a thing in his father’s, life? Was that what had blighted it? ‘ Only not here whero it really hap pened, but in the Meredith orchard. Greenle's going to be —" “Ah ain’!” contradicted Greenie. “Ah ain’ gwineter be dht Valiant, no how!” “You are, too!” insisted Rickey, wrathfuily. “You needn’t be so pickety and choosety—and after she ki11,3 Las soon, we put the bloodhounds on her trail.” Greenie tittered. “Dey ain' no divg aroun heah’d tech me,” she caid, “en ’sides —” “But, Rickey,” Shirley interposed, “that wasn’t a murder. That was a duel between gentlemen. They don’t —" “I Enow it,” assented Rickey cheer fully. “But it makes it more exciting. Will you come. Miss Shirley, deed and double? I won't charge you any ad mission.” “I can’t promise,” said Shirley. "By the way, isn’t it about time Miss Mat tie Sue had her tea?” “It certainly is, Miss Shirley!” said Rickey, with penitent emphasis. “1 clean forgot it, and she’ij row me up the gump-stump! Come on, Greenie,” and she started off through the bushes. Shirley looked at Valiant with a deepening of her dimple. “Rickey isn’t an aristocrat,” she said; “she’s what we call here poor-white, but she’ll got a heart of gold. She’s an orphan, and the neighborhood in general, and Miss Mattie Sue Mabry la particular, have adopted her.” He hardly heard her word3 for th<> painful wonder that was holding him.. His lather had taken a man’s life. Was it this thought—whatever the provocation, however Justified by the customs of the time and section— that had driven him to self-exile? He recalled himself with an offort, for she w as speaking again. “You’ve found Lovers’ Leap, no doubt ?” t “No. This is the first time I’ve been so far from the house. !s it near here?" “I’ll show it to you.” She held out her Land for the bunch of jessamine and aid it on the broad roots of a tree that were mottled with lichen. “Look there,” she said suddenly;; “isn't that a beauty?” She was pointing to a jimson-weed on which had settled, with glcssy winga vibrating, a long, ungainly, needlelike insect with an odd sword like beak. “What is that?” he asked. “A snake-doctor If Uno’ Jefferson were here he’d say, ‘Bettah watch out! Dab’s er snek roun’ erbout. heab, sho'! He’ll fill you' full of darky superstitiorls.” Suddenly the slim path between thrt trees took a quick turn, and fell away at their feet. “There,” she said. “Thin is the finest view at Damory Court.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) and shales are rapidly approaching a similar fate. No mines are yet opened; no timber properties yet developed, and no use is made of our unlimited water power. Only a handful of visitors come to en joy the wild . ;enery, the unique natural conditions, and the invigorat ing atmosphere, though our fjords rival those of Norway, and have the additional attraction of being virgin and unexplored. No charting has been done and at that time, as already stat ed, there was not one light on the coast, from the straits of Belle isle to Hudson’s bay to render navigation safe. It is little to be wondered at il adequate tourist steamers do not ply in oi.r waters. In fact, Labrador is in that melancholy stage of evolution that must inevitably overtake every country until attention is turned to the development of industries that man does not share with the tiger and the shark. To the Point. A. lawyer residing in Washington, and noted 'or his laconic style of ex pression, sent the following terse and witty note to a refractory client who would not comply with his reiterated demands for the payment of his bill: “Sir: If you pay the inclosed, you will oblige me. If you do not I shall oblige you.” official came up and said so. and tin prince replied, quite pleasantly, that he was just going. The official retorted, rather rudely, that the club rules must be observed, no matter who the mem ber was, and the prince, without an other word, left the chib, and with drew his name next day. The Marl borough owes its existence to "hat lit tle lapse or lack of tact; on tie part of cue of White's peopie. Firing High. Bishcp Eoyd Carpenter, as repott ed ia tie London Times: “listead of saying to the children, ‘You shall not do this or that,’ they should say, ‘You should keep the whole of that great organism whicn God has put into your care, 'rtth its delicate forces, physical, moral, and intellectual, in such a siate of health ful activity that they shall l>e com bined in your own individuality in suet sort as to be real powers for gooc through the whole length of your dayi-'" Harold (continuing to pull the cat: - ? tail) —“What d:d you say, mother?’ (She says tt again.)—Punch. Laura Jean Libbeu's Talks om Heart Topics i (Coprrisht. 1914. Injr tha McClure Nwpper Smclcau] THE CONSCIENCE OF MEN. Consider all thy actions and take heed On stolen bread, tho' It is sweet to feed Sin, like a be?, unto thy hive may bring A little honey, but expect the sting. Thou mayßt conceal thy deeds by cunning art, But conscience sits a witness in thy heart. The most honorable men are often the lax in morals when it comes tc love affairs. It fIHHVJ,I never occurs to "Siif, them they ap to that matrimony la out of the ques- They cannot help but note, if they would, that the woman Is growing fonder them. pinnlng her fatth ' to pleasant nnticl \>M''' patious of the fu* .■ %i :: ■■ %■ lure. When they are called away, never expecting to return to that vi cinity, they have no compunction in bidding such sweethearts a hasty, careless farewell. They depart with out a qualin of conscience, though they know full well that there are hearts which grieve to death over a misplaced affection —a broken love dream. Yet such men will go to new places, meet other pretty women and enact the same role over again, until half a sco.e or more wrecked lives should awaken their conscience to pity If not remorse. If one woman happens to pay a man back in his own coin, jilt him when he is thoroughly in love with her, he cries out bitterly that she is heartless; that, scon or late, pun ishment will be meted out to her for drawing him on to love her when she knew she did not reciprocate his ten der sentiments. There’s another set of men whose conscience must smite them —those who desert wives and little children for some pretty, girlish face that flits like a will-o’-the-wisp across their paths and fascinates them. He throws dull care to the winds and tries to be happy. But conscience will not down. Do as he will, the voices of his children ring in his ears. He sees them in his dreams standing mutely by his couch, and hears their piteous cries throughout the night, hearing them plead with him to come back to their desolate hearth. They want him, they need him, they still love him. The keen lash of conscience has brought many a man back to heart broken wife and little ones. Though the whole world apart, the mail who has conscience in him will yearn for reconcilation. Such men know wife and children cannot, will not, forget them. It is sweet to ti e heart of the men who has gone wrong to know that they miss him at heme. Like a mag net it draws him back to them sooner or later. The man with a conscience can reform. The man who is without It —never. SHOULD MARRIED MEN, TANGO? He danced, I say, right well, With emphasis, and also with good sense. He danced without theatrical pretense; Not a ballet master In the van Of his drilled nymphs, but like a gentle man. It is usually the young matron who is quickest to pick up anew fad. She who has a graceful form, is good to look upon, hailed the new dance with delight. The steady-going husband, who loved his pipe, his easy chair, slippers and paper after dinner, was coaxed and tormented into taking his wife to the places where the mad, merry tango was capturing and sway ing the senses of the people. The most sedate of men soon fall under the glamour of its spell. When the quiet husband looks round and sees staid old business acquaintances with lads and lasses grown, cavorting over the waxed floor somehow his toes fair ly tingle to try the tango himself — just for a lark. It doesn’t take the average man long to pick up the step after he has looked and listened, prac tised a bit on the sly. There are always more young; wom en than men. Dancing partners are a boon to the girls. He doesn’t select the timid, reserved young creature for his first attempt, but rather the pretty girl with a great deal of as surance, who can put him through the paces. The man soon gets tbe tango craze quite as severely as do his friends. He is apt to choose the same reliant girl in whose step he has confidence. The wife who found tango so irresist ible gets quickly back to her senses, especially when she hears her neigh bors’ remark: “If he wasn’t married ’twould be a match.” If a wife is a bit jealous in disposi tion, it does not appeal kindly to her to see her husband’s arm round the slender waist of the girl six days in the week. She is the first one to cry down the tango, declaring it taboo in her home. She insists lt’H ugly, and that no man, especially the married man, should indulge in it —it makes him unappreciative of the so ciety of his wife, especially if the lat ter has reached the fair, fai and forty mark, and cannot float about a ball room like a fairy. The man who laarns to dance late In life always has a liking for it. It buoys his spirits, limbers up his stiff feet, gives him pleasant thoughts to ruminate over. A little nonseme now ami then Is relished by the wisest men. An occasional dance might not wean hubuy from the love and contentment of his fireside. But the wife who drags Rig'J Law Enforcement In the United States performing ani mals run risks. Some years ago a chimpanzee visited South Bend, Ind. Among other tricks he smoked a cigarette. As soon as he lit up a policeman stepped forward and asked for the iiiimai s name, in order that a summons might be issued against aim for infringing & law of the Indiana legislature prohibiting cigarette smok ing In court the following day it was pleaded that tbe chimpanzee could hardly be expected to know the extent him hither and thither ard sets tne pace for the dancing shouldn't be sur prised at the hold I*. gets on him in fascinating him. **HE MAN HER FAMILY DIS PROVES OF. What no mortal hand coulc. make No mortal power can evei break; What words or '"'wi could never do No words or vows could rrake untrue; Because too sacred and divine For other eyes save thine and mine. Quite as soon as a young man be gins to show a preference for a girl, passing his spare evenings at her home, her family is sure to K, dividea In their opinion concerning him. It isn’t every lover who ha* smooth sail ing. If he dresses too fashionably on a small Salary, if he's in a business that shows no prospect of a raise in the fu ture. if he is of a family In modest cir cumstances, requiring h:m to contrib ute to their needs —no matter how wholesouled he is or what qualities he possesses—the girl's folks decide she had better not encourage him un til she has met othersi whom they would not hesitate to approve of. The young man is hampered in his wooing from the start. Her family can make It agreeable or mighty un pleasant for him. Mothers usually fa vor a nice young man. The fact that he loves her daughter opens the way to a mother's heart. He can count upon her loyalty to him. Fathers for get that they were younj themselves; that the winning of the maidens of their choice meant everything to them. They dash cold water upon the ardor of their daughter's sultsr if he does not seem to be in a fair w r ay of mak ing a success of his life financially and nip the love affair i:i the bud. The girl may weep, and her mother may plead for her, but t e is obdurate. The upshot is she is o sliced to give him up. It is hard for a young man to be dismissed summarily for no suffl cient reason. He pulls himself togeth er. It fires his ambition and whatever grit he has in him. He believes if he had wealth he would have been court ed Instead of turned down b> her family. In tine, he finds another sweetheart, whose family raise no insurmountable barrier and he weds. The girl who first stirred his admiration somehow finds other beaux. But there’s al ways something about each one that her family disapproves of. The years do not stand still with her. The end is, she usually marries a. man who has all the faults. They have to make the best of It. Love should be the one and only consideration of marriage. The lover and his lass art the best and only ones who should decide that matter. Reasonable parents should not disap prove, without excellent reason. A dis appointed love affair wrecks many a life that would otherwise have been brilliant, happy and with hearts satis fied in joyful union. Where Leonidas Hubbard Died. Dillon Wallace, whose book, “The Lure of the Labrador Wild,’’ is a rec ord of the adventures of himself and Leonidas Hubbard, Jr., during their exploration of the interior of Labrador in 1903, in which Hubbard died from starvation and exhaustion and the au thor narrowly escaped the same fate, uao just returned from a second haz ardous journey to the same region. The purpose of this trip was no less sentimental than that carried out in 1905 by Mr. Hubbard’s widow, who, be sides continuing her husband's ex plorations, proved to tho world the feasibility of his projected route. Wal lace revisited the headwaters of the Susan river, discovered during the original expedition, in order to erect a bronze tablet at the place where Hub bard died. Unluckily ‘he tablet waß lost from his canoe en route, and Wal lace accordingly carved his comrade’s epitaph on a rock. —Scientific Ameri can. Gunpowder as Fertilizer. Brown gunpowder, manufactured for the purpose of destruction, is being turned into food. An experimenter has found that it makes an excellent fer tilizer for garden vegetables, as it contains about eighty per cent of potassium nitrate. Large quantities of the powder, made for navy use, have been displaced by the newer smoke less powder, and the government au thorities sought a way of utilizing the discarded explosive. In its new em ployment of adding to the country’s food supply it is thoroughly wet and worked into the soil. Value of Music. Richard Strauss, the composer, not only conducts the orchestra at the Royal opera, but goes about Berlin like any ordinary mortil. He prefers beer gardens, but sometimes attends tea dances. It was at. such a gath ering not long ago that he found him self seated near a particularly pretty girl who hadn’t the least idea who he was. He asked her if she thought sbe could teach him to dance the maxixe “Just one question first,” said the girl, “because it makes such a lot of difference in learning Are you must cal at all? Geology and Humor. Geologists who know rocks are not “Ignorant of human nature," and they can even “bluff” and “exaggerate,” but won't, and l* is unfair to say that when met in conclave they will read as many as six or eight papers with out producing a single flash of wit. At any rate, that is the grave conten tion of Dr. J. A. Udden in an article discussing “Scbnce in Newspapers," in the Popular Science Monthly. We gladly give publicity to his statement that a geologist can crack a joke. “A Modem Invention.” A New Yorker was spending a night at a “hotel" In a Southern town, and when going to his room for the night he told the colored porter that be wanted to be called In the morning The porter replied: “Say, boss, I reckon yo’ ain’t famil iar with these heah modern inven tions. When yc wants to be called in de mawnin'. all yo' has to do in Jest to press de button at de head of yo' bed. Den e comes up and calln yo’.”—Youth's Companion. of his guilt: but the magistrate ruled that ignorance was no excuse for law breaking, and fined too defendant the sum of $5, which was paid by hi trainer Prey on Gipsy Moth, A dozen or more different speclm of insects which are known to be tfco enemies of the gipsy moth, have been introduced into the moth-infested ter ritory of Massachusetts, and the out look is decidedly hopeful for the *- termlration of the pest HOW WOMENS AVOID OPERATIONS By Taking Lydia E. Pink ham's Vegetable Compound. Cleveland, Ohio —“My left side pained* me so for several years that .1 f 'Ti expected to have to ' 1 un( * er £° an °P en - 1 * ttlef 1 took of P wß S wll Lydia E. Pinkham's UP? (vJ W’ iVegetable Com |l|M Jplljl pound relieved meof \ Mvl ! )ains my side “and 1 continued its ! use until I became (f ¥jp i regular and free ggy } from pains. 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