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MAN Author of “GheAMATEUR QAQKMAN RIFLES, Etc. bv O. JRWLfS MYERS CHAPTER Xl!l—Continued. —l2 And yet he seemed to make no se cret oi it; and yet —it did explain •:!s whole conduct since landing, as Toye had said. She could only shut her eyes to -•hat must have happened, even as u/alet himself had shut his all this wonderful week, that she had forgot ten all day in her ingratitude, but would never, in all her days, forget again! ■ There won’t be another case,” she _trd herself saying, while her thoughts ran ahead or lagged behind ]i e sheep. “It’ll never come out—l know it won’t.” Why shouldn’t it?” he asked so sharply that she had to account for the words, to herself as well as to him. N'ohody knows except Mr. Toye, i he means to keep it to himself.” “Why should he?” 1 don't knew. He’ll tell you him- Are you sure you don’t know? Vh it can he have to tell me? Why should he screen me, Blanche?” His eyes and voice were furious . nspicion, but still the voice was lowered. "ile's a jolly good sort, you know,” Blanche, as if the whole afTair ; the most ordinary one in the ..rid. But heroics could not have r the sense of her remark more :or bly home to Cazalet. Oh. he is, is he?” “!’ve always found him so." o have I, the little I’ve seen of And I don’t blame him for get , y on my tracks, mind you; he’s a hit of a detective, I was fair game, 1 he aid warn me in a way. That’s v ! y I meant to have the week —” He stopped and looked aw’ay. “I know. And nothing can undo that,” she only said; but her voice v. died with thanksgiving. And Caza let looked reassured; the hot suspi ion died out of his eyes, but left them gloomily perplexed. Still, I can’t understand it. I don’t believe it, either! I’m in his hands. What have I done to be saved by T ye? He’s probably scouring Lon don for me —if he isn’t watching this window at this minute!” He went to the curtains as he spoke. Simultaneously Blanche sprang up, to entreat him to fly while he could. That had been her first object in coming to him as she had done, and yet, once with him, she had left it to the last! And now it was too late; he was at the window, chuckling significantly himself; he had opened it, and he was leaning out. That you, Toye, down there? Come up and show yourself! I want to see you.” He turned in time to dart in front of the folding doors as Blanche reached them, white and shuddering. The flush of impulsive bravado fled from his face at the sight of hers. “ You can’t go in there. What’s the matter?” he whispered. “Why should you be afraid of Hilton Toye?” How' could she tell him? Before she had found a word, the landing door opened, and Hilton Toye was in the room, looking at her. “Keep your voice down,” said Caza let anxiously. “Even if it’s all over with me but the shouting, we needn’t start the shouting here!” He chuckled savagely at the jest; and now Toye stood looking at him. “I’ve heard all you’ve done,” contin ued Cazalet. “I don’t blame you a bit. If it had been the other way about, I might have given you less run for your money. I’ve heard what you’ve found out about my mysterious move ments, and you’re absolutely right as far as you go. You don’t know why 1 took the train at Naples, and trav eled across Europe without a hand bag It wasn’t quite the put-up job you may think. But, If it makes you any happier, I may as well tell you that I was at Uplands that night, and I did get out through the foundations!" The insane impetuosity of the man was his master now'. He was a living “re of impulse that had burst into a I always guessed you might be y, and i now know' It,” said Hilton love. “Still, I judge you’re not so ■y as to deny that while you were i that house you struck dow r n Henry ■ ven and left him for dead?” Cazalet stood like red-hot stone. ’ Miss Blanche.” said Toye, turning her rather shyly, “I guess I can’t i 1 what I said just yet. 1 haven’t j •lu and a word, not yet, and perhaps I never will, if you’ll come away with j now—back to your home —and ; er see Henry Craven’s murderer j And who may he be?” cried a ■ that brought all three face about. e folding-doors had opened, and a urth figure was standing between the two rooms. CHAPTER XIV. The Person Unknown. the intruder was a shaggy elderly of so cadaverous an aspect that SUNDERS OF GRAND CANYON Other Spot on Earth Is Believed to Possess the Same Interesting Formations. Many people still living can remem a thrill of wonder and admiration at ran through the world in reading - the daring exploit of Major Powell ' in navigating the rapids of Grand Canyon of Arizona in a boat. It was his account of his ’ more than anything else up to TO GUIDE TROOPS AT NIGHT •"' smatic Compass Is Declared to Be of Great Value to Military Commanders. ■eading troops across country by 1 —pass bearing with as much cer- Taiaty by night as by day is made b!e through the use of a prls -1 c compass just brought out tn •Slaad. The name given this corn 's due to the prism fitted to one cf the frame, although this is not his face alone cried for his death-bed; and his gaunt frame took up the cry, as it swayed upon the threshold in dressing-gown and bedroom slippers that Toye instantly recognized as be longing to Cazalet. The man had a shock of almost white hair, and a less gray beard clipped roughly to a point An unwholesome pallor marked the fallen features; and the envenomed eyes burned low in their sockets, as they dealt with Blanche but fastened on Hilton Toye. “What do you know about Henry (ravens murderer?” he demanded in a voice between a croak and a crow. Hav e they run in some other poor devil, or were you talking about me? If so, 111 start a libel action, and call Cazalet and that lady as witnesses!” This is Scruton,” explained Cazalet, who was only liberated this evening after being detained a week on a charge that ought never to have been brought, as Ive told you both all along.” Scru ton thanked him wdth a bitter laugh. Ive brought him here,” concluded Cazalet, “because I don’t think he’s fit enough to be about alone.” Nice of him, isn’t it?” said Scru ton bitterly. “I’m so fit that they wanted to keep me somewhere else longer than they’d any right; that may be why they lost no time in getting hold of me again. Nice, considerate, kindly country! Ten years isn’t long enough to have you as a dishonored guest. ‘Won’t you come back for another w'eek, and see if we can’t ar range for a nice little sudden death and burial for you?’ But they couldn’t you see, blast ’em!” He subsided into the best chair in the room, which Blanche had wheeled up behind him; a moment later he looked round, thanked her curtly, and lay back with closed eyes until sud denly he opened them on Cazalet. “And what was that you were say ing—that about traveling across Eu rope and being at Uplands that nigfft? I thought you chme round by sea? And what night do you mean?” “The night it all happened,” said Cazalet steadily. “You mean the night some person unknown knocked Craven on the head?” “Yes.” The sick man threw himself for ward in the chair. “You never told m° thi3!” he cried suspiciously; both the voice and the man seemed strong er. “There was no point in telling you.” “Did you see the person?” “Yes.” “Then he isn’t unknown to you?” “I didn’t see him well.” Scruton looked sharply at the two mute listeners. They were very in tent, indeed. “Who are these people, Cazalet? No! I know one of ’em,” he answered himself in the next breath. “It’s Blanche Macnalr, isn’t it? I thought at first it must be a younger sister grown up like her. You’ll forgive prison manners, Miss Macnalr, if that’s still your name. You look a woman to trust —if there is one—and you gave me your chair. Anyhow, you’ve been in for a penny and you can stay in for a pound, as far as I care! But who’s your Amer'- can friend, Cazalet?” “Mr. Hilton Toye, who spotted that I’d been all the way to Uplands and back when I claimed to have been in Rome!” There was a touch of Scruton’s bit terness in Cazalet’s voice; and by some subtle process it had a distinctly mollifying effect on the really embit tered man. “What on earth were you doing at Uplands?” he asked, in a kind of con fidential bewilderment. “I went down to see a man.” Toye himself could not have cut and measured more deliberate monosyl lables. “Craven?” suggested Scruton. “No; a man I expected to find at Craven's.” “The writer of the letter you found at Cook’s office in Naples the night you landed there, I guess!” It really was Toye this time, and there was no guesswork in his tone. Obviously he was speaking by his lit tle book, though he had not got It out again. “How do you know I went to Cook’s?” “I know every step you took be tween the Kaiser Fritz and Charing Cross and Charing Cross and the Kaiser Fritz!” Scruton listened to this interchange with keen attention, hanging on each man’s lips with his sunken eyes; both took it calmly, but Scruton’s surprise was not hidden by a sardonic grin. “You've evidently had a stern chase with a Y’ankee clipper!” said he. “If he’s right about the letter, Cazalet, I should say so: presumably it wasn’t from Craven himself?” “No.” “Yet it brought you across Europe to Craven’s house?” “Well—to the back of his house! I expected to meet my man on the river.” “Was that how you missed him more or less?” that time that called the attention of the world to the magnificence of that wonderful gorge and to the brilliancy of tb*f coloring on its rocks. The United States has recently pub lished a bulletin. No. 549, a report on the geology of a portion the Grand Canyon by L. F. Noble. This gorge offers an opportunity of studying the history of the formation of our globe presented in no other spot now knt>wn. On the top are deposits of the Carboniferous period, and below this strata, some of them of immense the most important feature of the in strument. The dial, which is made of mother-of-pearl, has a center coated with luminous paint, and in addition to this there are luminous patches on the lid bv which the instrument is readily sighted at night. When a night march is to be undertaken the instrument is opened and exposed to the daylight for half an hour. This is sufficient to make the dial center and sighting patches luminous for from six to nine hours, in the latest form of the in strument this exposure to daylight is "I suppose it was.** Scruton ruminated a little, broke into his offensive laugh, and checked it instantly of his own accord. “This is really interesting,” he croaked. “You get to London —at what time was it?” “Nominally three-twenty-flve; but the train ran thirteen minutes iate,” said Hilton Toye. “And you’re on the river by what time?” Scruton asked Cazalet. “I walked over Hungerford bridge, took the first train to Surbiton, got a boat there, and just dropped down with the stream. I don’t suppose the whole thing took me very much more than an hour.” “Aren't you forgetting something?” said Toye. “Yes, I was. It was I who tele phoned to the house and found that Crave® was out motoring; so there was no hurry.” “Yet you weren’t going to see Henry Craven?” murmured Toye. Cazalet did not answer. His last words had come in a characteristic burst; now he had his mouth shut tight, and his eyes were fast to Scru ton. He might have been in the wit ness-box already, a doomed wretch cynically supposed to be giving evi dence on his own behalf, but actually only baring his neck by inches to the rope, under the joint persuasion of judge and counsel. But he had one friend by him still, one who had edged a little nearer in the pause. “But you did see the man you went to see?” said Scruton. Cazalet paused. “I don’t know. Eventually somebody brushed past me in the dark. I did think then —but I can’t swear to him even now!” “Tell us about it." “Do you mean that, Scruton? Do you insist on hearing all that hap pened? I’m not asking Toye; he can do as he likes. But you, Scruton — you’ve been through a lot, you know— you have stopped in bed —do you really want this on top of all?" “Go ahead,” said Scruton. “I’ll have a drink when you’ve done; somebody give me a cigarette meanwhile.” Cazalet supplied the cigarette, struck a match, and held it with un faltering hand. The two men’s eyes met strangely across the flame. “I’ll tell you all exactly what hap pened; yon can believe me or not as you like. You won’t forget that I “What Do You Know About Henry Craven’s Murderer?” knew every inch of the ground—ex cept one altered bit that explained itself.” Cazalet turned to Blanche with a significant look, but she only drew an inch nearer still. “Well, it was in the little creek, where the boat house is, that I waited for my man. He never came —by the river. I heard the motor, but it wasn’t Henry Cra ven that I wanted to see, but the man who was coming to see him. Even tually I thought I must have made a mistake, or he might have changed his mind and come by road. The dressing-gong had gone; at least I supposed it was that by the time. It was almost quite dark, and I landed and went up the path past the back premises to the front of the house. So far I hadn’t seen a soul, or been seen by one, evidently; but the French win dows were open In what used to be my father’s library, the room was all lit up, and just as I got there a man ran out into the flood of light and —” “I thought you said he brushed by you In the dark?” interrupted Toye. “I was in the dark; so was he in an other second; and no power on earth would induce me to swear to him. Do you want to hear the rest, Scruton, or are you another unbeliever?” “I want to hear every word—more than ever!” (TO BE CONTINUED.) Poor Speculation. In theory it is good to go about shed ding sunshine and making two smiles grow where one groan grew before, but in practice the pursuit is some times unpleasantly painful. Should you, at the dinner table in the board ing house which you infest, humorous ly request the waitress to fetch you a few capsules in which to take your butter, or inform the landlady that she does not really keep her boarders longer than any other reduced gentle woman in that part of town, but in stead keeps them so much thinner that they look longer, you may win a few pale smiles from your fellow guests, but the mistress of the man sion will soak you two dollars more per week for your wit. —Kansas City Star. Apt to Be Costly. Wife Oh, Tom, I dreamed last night that you bought me a beautiful automobile. Hub—Good heavens! You’ll ruin me with your extravagant dreams. thickness, ranging down to the Cam brian period at the base. In the Grand Canyon we come to the basic rocks of the earth, the granite and gneiss. This panorama is described as prob ably the most complete geological rec ord of the world revealed to the eyes of man. What is the true test of character, unless it be its progressive develop ment in the bustle and turmoil, in the action and reaction of daily life? — Goethe. unnecessary, owing to the use of radium, a substance that is always self luminous. —Popular Mechanics. Man’s Achievement. Reflect upon the disproportion be tween the achievements of man and the use he puts them to. £e invents wireless telegraphy, and the ships call to one another day and night’ to tell the name of the latest winner. He is inventing the flying machine, and he wi’. use it to advertise pills and drop bombs. THE MAGIC KETTLE. Once upon a time a little girl lived with a wicked old uncle. Her father and mother were dead. She was a very good little girl and did not com plain, but one day when she did not have any breakfast or dinner she went into a grove not far from the house and cried. Presently she saw an iron kettle walking toward her, and its short legs looked so queer moving along tho ground she laughed. There was a spoon in the kettle, and it made a clatter as the kettle walked along. It stopped in front of her. "Don’t cry, little girl,” it said. “Dry your eyes and do as I tell you.” Then the kettle jumped up and hung by Its handle on a bush. “Now get some water from the well,” it said, “and pour it into me. Then go to the end of the path and take three steps forward and four to the right. There you will find some potatoes under a bush. From there take five steps to the left, Saw an Iroi Ketiie Walking Toward Her. and you will find a basket of meat and onions. Bring it here.” The little girl did as the kettle told her, and when she had brought them the kettle said: “Put them in the ket tle and then put some leaves and dry sticks under me, clap your hands three times over and say: Fire, fire, brightly burn, Cook my dinner to a turn.” So the little girl obeyed and soon had a nice hot soup. “Look behind the rock,” said the kettle, “and you will find a bowl and spoon. After this when you are hungry come here an clap your hands three times and say: Kettle, kettle, come to me, So I shall not hungry be.” One day the wicked old uncle no ticed that the little girl was growing fat, and as he had given her very lit tle to eat, he wondered where she got her food, and he watched her. He heard her call the kettle and build the fire and then find the food. The next day he locked her in the house and went to the place himself. First he called: “Kettle, kettle, come to me, So I shall not hungry be.” Then he found the meat and vege tables and then he built the fire, clapping his hands and saying: “Fire, fire, t*rightly burn, Cook my dinner to a turn.” But when he stirred the soup it flew up and burned him, and then the ket tle turned over and spilled the soup and put out the fire. The burns pained him and he was very angry and took a stick and ran to the house. He unlocked the door. “Come out here,” he said to the little girl. “You made the kettle burn me; now I will whip you.” But as he lifted the stick a fairy ap peared and touched him with her hand, and he became an old tree with one branch, which looked like a stick lifted in a hand. “Now,” said the fairy, “you can live happily.” The kettle came running along and went into the house. “You will always have plenty to eat,” said the fairy, “for you have the magic kettle and you know the magic secret of building a fire.” The little girl lived alone and gave food to all who stopped at her door, but the tree always made her feel sad and she wished it was not there. One morning the tree was gone and in its place was a big chestnut tree and under it sat old man with a staff in bis hand. “Will you please give me a cup of water?” he asked. The little girl gave him the water and also a nice break fast. “Stay here and rest,” she said when he started to go. “No,” said the old man, “I must walk on; I have a long journey before me. I must walk until I find the river of kindness; I missed it in my youth and now I must walk back and bathe in it before I can rest.” The little girl watched him as he walked away and wondered if the fairy had changed the old tree into t*he old man who was looking for the river of kindness. Art and Doll Painting. The latest work for the woman art student with commercial instincts is doll painting. Several girls from the Slade and other schools who used to earn fair money it hand-painted work for big publishers are making much la; ger sums now b* painting eyes, eye brows, cheeks an£ lips on little cellu loid faces. They jet the masks from London doll manufacturers and are paid so much-—it ;s not very much — for a thousand, but as it only takes seven flicks of a practiced brush to make a quite expressive face, they can inish about 1 500 deads in a day, and vhat is wortb m-*e than £l.—Man chester G’wdian. Food for Ant-Eaters. Tommy’s aunt !*.d washed his ears prior to his depai;ure for the circus, and her method abused him to anger. That ant was a t> 4 al tr him anyway. Arrived at the menagerie, be be came interested iu a strange animal with an immensely long nose. “What animal ix that, mamma?’’ he asked. “It is called aa ant-eater. Tommy.” A long silence fallowed. “Mamma, can s we bring Aunt M&ry iown here soon!" WAUSAU PILOT WHO WAS ROBINSON CRUSOE? Not Much Known of Alexander Sel kirk, Born in Largo, Scotland— Was Extraordinary Man. One is sometimes tempted to parody Kipling's famous words, and ask, “What do they know of Crusoe, who only Crusoe know?” For it is a sad fact that, apart from a hazy notion that the original of this world famous character was drawn from one Alex ander Selkirk, little or nothing is known of a most extraordinary man, London Answers states. Selkirk was born in the little Fife shire village of Largo, in 1676. and from almost his earliest days the un conventional adventurous spirit of the boy brought forth the wrath of his neighbors. When he was about eighteen he de cided that he would go to sea and, hav ing refused utterly to follow his fa ther’s trade of shoemaking, he quit his native village. Two years later we find him (at his own request) be ing marooned on a lonely island after a violent quarrel with the captain of the ship on which he was making his second voyage. For four years and four months he remained there, but finally turned up again at Largo, while his parents were at church. So to church went Alexan der, and seated himself directly be hind his father and mother. The good lady, on turning round and recogniz ing her son, caused the service to be interrupted by her cries of astonish ment. While at home, Selkirk fell in love with and married Sophie Druce. But he did not settle down. After a very short while they both disappeared from Largo. Nothing more was heard of them un til one day, years later, a young wom an arrived in Largo, saying she was Alexander Selkirk’s second wife, and had come to claim his belongings. She proved that Sophie Druce had died some years previously and that now Alexander himself had also passed away on board his majesty’s ship Weymouth, on which he was a lieutenant. PUPILS LEARN POULTRY CARE In Schools of Washington State Chil dren Also Keep Books and Take Care of Live Baby. School children in King county are putting all sorts of new kinks into the old-fashioned curriculum, to their own enjoyment and profit and with the connivance and approval of the King County Parent-Teacher associa tion, the Seattle Post-Intelligencer states. These new aspects of education were dealt with at the semiannual meeting of the association. The pupils of the Ham school, so Miss Varna M. Knapp, their principal, told the audience, are learn ing farm, automobile, poultry and dairy accounting. “Our pure-bred white Leghorns are worth $1 apiece," she said, “and we charge every one of them interest at ten per cent, because we can get ten aw> White Leghorn Cockerel. per cent on the money in our district. There is no depreciation on a chicken that I know of, so we don’t charge them with that; but we charge every one with the food it eats and the value of the eggs it sits on, and credit it with the value of the chicks it hatches. We hope to raise turkeys, celery, squabs, etc., and sell them to you city folks by parcel post. This is a cut at the poor middleman. “The members of the Ham School club have drawn the plans and made specifications for the equipment of the school’s play shed, and will install manual training and domestic science equipment, doing the work of installa tion themselves. They did all the work connected with a school ex hibition at which they raised $25 to ward the expense of these things. I sincerely hope the value of these school clubs, both to the children and the rural schools, will be appreciated, so that there may be many of them. The w'hole secret lies in letting the children do the work themselves.” Child study by the practical method of taking care of a real, live baby is part of the course of the Foster high school, according to Miss E. M. Guil stine, teacher of domestic science. It was a natural development from the needs of the community and the ten dency of modern education, she said. The Schooi Pig. In a county in Texas the farm dem onstrator —the county official whose business it is to show farmers how to get the best returns for their work— has arranged for each school to raise a pig. The children are to have the care of the animal, feeding it with scraps from their lunches. At the end of nine months the pigs are to be weighed and the school whose pig shows the greatest gain in weight is to have a cash prize that the children may expend as they choose. A Few Riddles. Why is a fairy tale like a bell? Answer —Because it is told. I know two things that have sharp teeth. And yet they never chew — And one’s a and one's Fill in the blanks, now do Why is a patch like a garden seed? : Answer —Because both are sowed. A Mere Trifle. “Now, children, I want you to b perfectly quiet when the bishop is here, and not say anything that will mortify me.” “But, mamma, can't we Just ask him if he will baptize the new kit tens?” —Life. A Natural Question. "Pa.” “Yes, my boy.” “How <Jid you and ma spend your evenings before the movies were in vented?” ENGLISHMEN OBJECT JO CONSCRIPTION A scene at a meeting at the Smithtiekl market. London, where a great throng gathered several days ago and vehemently expressed their sentiments against conscription and against the proposal of the government for the early closing of saloons. The photograph was taken when the speaker, who, making use of a carriage as a plat form, asked all those against the proposals to put their hands up. WINTEiTREI^ Winter has come again to most of the lighting millions of Europe and their problems are tremendously in creased. Transportation becomes especially difficult. The photograph shows part of a long line of motor trucks In France laboring toward the front. AUSTRALIANS EAGER TO FIGHT FOR THE EMPIRE u==r Avery interesting story is told in this picture. The enthusiasm of the Australians for the allied cause is un bounded, and this incident furnishes proof thereof. Thirty men of the town of Gilgandra, in the interior of Australia, organized themselves into a band of volunteers, and decided to march to Sydney, a distance of 320 miles, to offer their services. Residents of Gilgandra contributed nearly SI,OOO towards the expenses of the march. All along the route the men were cheered and lavishly treated by the patriotic Australians, while new recruits fell In line by the score. PRETTY WASHINGTON BUD J j ' \ i B * Miss Anita Kite, daughter of Sur geon I. W. Kite, U. S. N., retired, and Mrs. Kite, has just been presented to Washington society. She is one of the prettiest of the season’s buds, and as popular as she is pretty. * Cautious Attitude. “I hope your constituents appreci ate the value of your patriotic serv ices,” said the prominent citizen. “I don’t know that 1 care to make it a question of actual value,” replied Senator Sorghum. ‘‘The market for patriotic services is terribly fluctuat ing.” No Time to Listen. The experience of many of us is that when we want to ring up and talk to the world, the line is busy.— Puck. One Lacking. •‘Did I understand you to say that Dubwaite has the qualifications of a statesman?” "Yes. He has a rumbling voice, a ponderous look and a bulky figure.” "But you haven't mentioned brains?” “I didn’t say he had all the qualifica tions of statesmanship.” Seems Unfair. There's only one way to acquire wis dom. but when it comes to making a fool of yourself you have your choice of a million different ways. AMERICAN DOCTORS RETURNING TO RUSSIA .... Drs. A. M. and P. H. Zinkhan of Washington are Bhown here in the uniforms of lieutenant colonels of the Russian army, the rank conferred on them for life by the czar for their work in the Russian war hospitals. They have left Washington to sail for Russia on the expiration of their furlough. INTERESTING FACTS Osmium is one of the most valu able metals. It is worth SSO a pound. Only 39 p er cent of the total gradu ates from the six principal women’s colleges in the United States have married. It has been estimated that Holland contains about 100,000,000 tons of peat suitable for fuel, equal in heating value to 75,000,000 tons of the best English steam coal. An order of honor solely for wom en will be one of the new diplomatic decorations soon to be established by the sultanate of Egypt. To encourage boring for oil, the gov ernment of South Australia has of fered a large cash bonus to the first person or corporation producing 100,- 00 gallons of crude 90 per cent pe troleum from a well. The United States bureau of fisher ies is having motion picture films made of the work it is doing to ad vance the fishing industry and will have them exhibited wherever they may be of interest. Anew electric insulating material, the invention of a New York man, is made of an aluminum silicate fused with boron at high temperaturo and then shaped into the desired forms. A Spanish adventurer, returning from highly lucrative wanderings in the early-day Americas, is said to have given away $600,000 in alms on the occasion of his marriage at Bar celona. Another stood in a Madrid window and threw handfuls of silver coins into the crowd until he had emp tied two barrels. Obviating the necessity for hand towels in public lavatories, a machine has been Invented in which an electric motor mounted on a pedestal dries a person’s hands with a current of air. Argentine naturalists are waging a warm discussion as to whether th® wild horses of that country are de scendants of those Imported by the Spanish conquerors or of prehistoric origin. A Russian Inventor living in Michi gan has obtained a patent for a mo tion picture theater contained in a railroad car so that it can be moved around the country.