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Trespasser Was NOT One Of Hie
"Seven Sleepers.''
Joan sped down through tho riot
of flowcru to tho foot of tho garden
path; there. she Plopped to catch her
uii'uiii uviuii- cuiiiiuuiiig on uirougn
tho hawthorn Inncs that led to the
fru t orchard. Her wide garden hat asleep Oh-hP Sho uttered a half
had Ipped from Its neat of spun cry nnd tried to drag her foot from
hold ringlets nnd her heart beat Joy- tho crutch of the branch Into which
otiBly with the pulse of eprlng. shc hnd pressed It.
She stood for n moment poised tin- J The young man below blinked his
der the old lvy-coered arch that ad- rycB Jn tho sunlight, then sat bolt up
xnltted her to the orchard and drew r)pht. Ills eyes, bluo as the summer
Jn long breaths of delight. The great ky, gnxed up Into the branches of the
Knarled trees were weighted with j tree as If nn apparition had suddenly
uiusBoins ami inc nir was neuvy wun
the sweetness of their jKTfume.
Joan made a swift dnrt and with
tho agility of a squirrel climbed Into
the topmost branches of her favorite
tree. There she sighed happily, then
lnughcd at the shower of pink and
white petals that her ascent brought
"Now 1 nm monarch of all I stir-
vcy," she told herself gleefully, nnd
nettled herself In the seruro scat the
gardener had made for her.
Because their orchard wns only a
sixteenth part of the original orchard
that hnd been the pride of the one
time I.amberth estate, It was not
walled n, but merely inclosed by
hawthorn hedges. Joan regretted
that necessity had called for a divi
sion of the propetty, yet Fhe rejoiced
that the lot which her grandmother
hnd purchased possessed the most
beautiful tree In the entire orchard.
, Sho gazed out oter the vtstn of
pink nnd white, and from her high
Mtrch could sec the various winding
lanes that divided the properties.
Suddenly she leaned forward, her
eyes focused upon a figure thnt was
moving about among the private, gar
dens. "He must be trespassing," was
Joan's mental comment. "I have nev
er seen him before."
Sho watched him Intently, half out
of feminine interest for a masculine
person and half because of the pe-
"Now I
Am Monarch
. . j Survey."
cullar actions of Hie man. He stood
;Quite still for momenta at a time, ap
jparently gazing at the wonder of the
Jorchard, but suddenly be would dart
toward a specific tree and make nu-
Imerous circuits about its base.
Joan began to fear for his sanity
jand for her own safety. Certainly
:4a actions were not those of an
'evenly balanced man. She felt rc.v
sonably sure that neither an Insane
jnor a sane man would catch sight of
Iher In her bower of thick foliage, but
jber heart beat rapidly.
"You nover can tell," she told her
jself "what any man is likely to see."
With considerable, trepidation she
watched tho man drawing gradually
nearer and nearer to her retreat.
Would he or would ho not venture
(within her grandmother's prlvnto or-
ichnrd? Joari felt reasonably sure now
that tho trespasser waB mentally un
balanced. "He is coming in!" Joan caught a
sharp breath and drew up Into tho
branches of her tree. He seemed to
catch sight of the great tree the
moment ho stood within the arch
and made straight for It. As he came
forward, Joan again drew a quick
breath. The man was undoubtedly
good to look at and his shoulders
were big and broad. He had taken
off his cap and the aun shone on a
head of thick, red-brown hair. Joan's
grandmother had a miniature of a
man with Juit such a head of hair.
The girl In the tree-top tighed,
partly because she felt a strong de
sire to drop twlga down on the good
looking young fellow whose wander
ings had brought hlra into her garden.
"But I do not dare," she told her
mI aJ wabIIwajV 4 fiat has fata iha
imaa'Hhad vanished. "I suppose his
Wi 'Now I Am Monarch of All
J ieyea are brown," Joan decided. She
.leaned forward cautiously and watch
,ed him prowling about the foot of the
.tree. Suddenly he threw himself down
'0a the wide bench that encircled the
"Discovered!" she heard him mut
ter, and peered down to see hlra draw
great knife from hla pocket. He
.brandllshed it about and tho blood In'
Joan's veins stood still. Ho opened
'tho ovlMcoklnn blade nnd ran his
Anger along It. Joan gripped the'
'branches to keep from, tumbling, head-
twig out of the tree,
Tho man was silent for n moment,
llicn he began very rnlmly lo enrvo
Ills inltlnls In tlic bark of the tree.
Tho blood In Jonn's vclim took up
Its course and she drew a long breath '
of relief.
"llnthcr nervy, however," bIio com I
, mcn,c''. forgetting thnt her grand-
iiiuiiifr iiuummaicii Binng,
1 1 Kvldently the youns nmn had fin
Jlfihed his carving for he returned his
I btr ... i.i .- -
( about the orchard. Seeing no one
about, lm throw him.nir f.,n inM,
tho BOft turf and, prepared for a nap.
, i certnlnlv l.otm h t. nt nn nf
thf SPVpn ftlpfitiorn M .Tnnn 4hntifvfit
neliilnnflv. "mv1.fi fn i nMn,iv
, appeared
"My foot Is caught." cried Joan, ac
cusingly, "and you did It!"
"1!" Tho man's breathless ejacula
tion brought the color to Joan's
cheeks. Sho frowned.
"Besides," ho continued, "you have
been trespassing for the last half
A slow smile dawned In the man's
eyes, ns If he were glad that he had
. been watched for so long a time. Joan
blushed furiously at herself, then re
treated behind n mask of light fab
rication. "I supposo you were going
to take some of the apple blossoms
for a wedding or something so 1
Ttept my eyo on you," she finished,
"Not both eyes?" he questioned,
with a merry look. Ho was suddenly
serious. "But this Is not getting
your foot out of tho branches of my
grandfather's tree." He climbed up
with a quick movement and placed
himself beside her before Joan could
gasp Indignantly:
"Your grandfather's tree. Indeed!
It Is my very own grandmother's tree
and she did alt her courting under It
on that very branch." Joan informed
the young man's back, "but she didn't
marry the man."
He turned about, having extricated
her ankle from the crutch and gazed
back at her.
"In that case." he informed her. "It
was your grandmother who Jilted my
grandfather because he lost all his
money and had to sell the I.ambreth
"She did no such thing," retorted
Joan. "She gazes at his mlnature
every day in this world." She cast a
quick glance at him. "I know now,"
she exclaimed, "you look exactly like
that miniature."
"My grandfather was very hand
some," laughed young I.ambreth;
then growing serious again, he con
tinued: "When he sent me to England
he told me very particularly to look
for this tree, which he said bore the
best apples In the whole orchard, al
so to look closely to see his Initials
carved with those of the only girl he
ever loved."
"When the estate was cut up Into
building lots," snld Joan, taking up
the thread of tho story, "my grand
mother made a bid for this especial
piece because It had that tree on It."
"I have carved my Initials on It,"
said I.ambreth, "and they look a bit
lonesome." His eyes met her appeal
In gly.
"We will go In now and have tea
nnd a proper Introduction from my
grandmother, and after that we will
discuss whose Initials would look
well entwined with yours."
"That discussion will be short.
Come," he said, "give me your hands
I want to help you down from the
apple blossoms."
(Copyright, 1912. by Associated Literary
English Antiquarians Up In Arms at
Prospect of Loss of Crom
well's Staircase.
London antiquarians are up In arms'
against a proposal to sell to wealthy
Americans the famous carved stair
case In what la known as Cromwell's
house, Hlghgato Hill, a fine seven
teenth century mansion, presented, ac
cording to tradition, by Cromwell to
bis eldest daughter Bridget
Cromwell house Js a red brick
house faced with stone. A boundary
stone In tho adjoining wall bears tho
date of 1614, and this Is generally
accepted as the year of its construc
tion. The house was occupied at one
time by General Ireton, Cromwell's
son-la-law, and It is suggested that
It formed part of the dowry of
Cromwell's eldest daughter Bridget.
The whole of the Internal ornaments
bear evidence of military occupancy.
Unfortunately the greater portion of
the drawing room celling was de
stroyed by fire nearly a century ago,
but some exquisite woodwork has
beea revealed during recent renova
tion. The main staircase, which la the
Immediate subject of concern, la of
handsome proportions, and beara at,
Its various corners beautifully carve
figures of soldiers of the common
wealth period. The handrail Is of dis
tinctive molding, whilst the balus
trades are rich with cleverly executed
devices emblematic of warfare. Hand
somely carved oak pendants appear
at intervals above tho btulicaso.
His Catch.
A man with u f.ihh; polo cat on
tho river haul: uqu ttc .'..Ji.iea ..
terworltB Intr.Itc. ".Z;v r.u.. .- ' -vo
you caught V" roa c'o nsl.cl hi
"When I cet another I'll Mvo one,"
M replied. Kansag city Star.
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I "L
Knife, Pins, Needles, Notebook, Pencil
Sharpener and Other Articles
In Combination.
One of tho most complete combina
tion articles eter put on tho mnrket Is
the pocket box designed by n Pennsyl
vania rann. This compact and aston
ishing little devlco Includes a pen
knife, pencil sharpener, notebook, pin
cushion, nail clip and several other
necessary things. The contrivance is
abot the size and shape of a large
match box. In a slide along one side
is a knife blade, which, by means of
a projection extending through the
slot, may be thrust out when needed
and replaced when not In use. Part
of the box Is a lid, on the bottom of
which Is fastened leaves of blank
paper, forming a Writing pad or note
book. Beneath this lid Is a padded
Handy Pocket Box.
surface for pins, needles, etc. At one
end of the box is an opening large
enough to admit a lead pencil and
equipped with a sharpening knife In
side, while the nail clip Is operated by
the lid of the box, which works on a
spring. With a change of linen and
undergarments and one of these boxes
a man might travel round the world.
Interesting and Amusing Arrangement
for the Little Folks Is Shown In
the Illustration.
An Interesting swing arrangement
for children. Attached to the support
ing frame are four levers plvotally
mounted relative to each other, two
levers extending in one direction and
two in tho other. The ropes support
ing the swing-seat pass through the
upper lever ends and are attached to
the lower ones, and the weight of the
person swinging tends to draw the
Spring Swing.
levers together, thus giving a springy
action and considerably extending the
swinging period.
Old-Fashioned Muskets Remain Prin
cipal Weapons of Many Natives
In African Jungles.
Old flint-lock muskets are still the
principal weapons of hordes of natives
over vast tracts of Africa. The exis
tence of these ancient arms keeps
alive a steady demand for gun flints,
a dtmand which Is supplied from the
little Norfolk village of Brandon,
where there are flint pits which have
been worked, as remains found estab
lish, for at least 30 centuries. The
business Is a hereditary one. Large
masses of flint are got out of the quar
ries and then flaked or split (the proc
ess being termed "knapping") la or
der to get at the core, which alone Is
used. The workmen place the flint
upon a pad upon their left leg and tap
it with 'a short, heavy hammer. Four
fifths ot the flint thus dealt with la
waste, but of the remainder gun flints,
carbine flints and pistol flints are still
manufactured, while tlnderbox flints
are prepared for the shepherds of the
remoter parts of Spain and Italy.
One Way of Identification.
"We got twins over at our house"
said Johnny, boastfully, "and they're
alike as two peas.
"How do you tell 'em apart?" asked
the neighbor.
"Oh, I rut my finger In John's
mouth, and If he bites I know lt'a
"Pink mcBsallne with pannier of
rose point and n woo cluster of rose
buds on tho ruflle nnd llchu. Inx-pr6ss-lb-ly
sweet!" Kitty was an ex
clamation point of admiration.
Virginia regarded her younger sis
ter with the expression of a yearning
mlsslonnry. "Kitty, I wish you'd de
vote less thought to mere externals,"
she snld.
Undisturbed, Kitty surveyed her sis
ter, immaculate In unruffled, unrum
pled, tailored linen. "Of course, Vir
ginia, you're n distinguished settle
ment angel nnd nil that, but If you
don't think more about clothes you'll
gradually drop off even the seml-feml-nine
touches and emerge ns Dr. Mary
"Walker," sho declared, severely.
"And sis is really a good looker,"
put in Tom.
Virginia, patient disapproval person
ified, absent-mindedly salted her
breakfast food instead of her egg. "A
woman with a sense of her responsi
bilities," she murmured, "realizes that
life is too short to waste on such a
trivial consideration. Uplifting human
ity" Tom said "Excuse me!" and fled.
"Or the pursuit of some equally se
rious and worthy purpose should occu
py her time and thoughts to the exclu
sion of frivolous, light-headed "
Kitty rose. "Sorry, Jinny. I'd love
to listen. Makes me feel like a little
demon, but I'm going to don my rav
ishing pink batiste and loll over to
Dorthy's. Her cousin, fresh from Har
vard, arrived yesterday, and I think
I'll wnke up Bob to the treasure he's
won tf I chain the welcome stranger
to my chariot wheels, first chance."
Virginia was truly shocked. "Kit
ty! Have you so far forgotten the
modesty becoming a young woman
wly engnged as to race off In actual
j.ursuU of another young irian!"
Kitty flushed, bit a sharp retort in
two and came over to rub her hand
lovingly over Virginia's glossy curls,
brushed into unwilling smoothness. "I
can't do Dot's cousin a bit of barm,"
bhe said meekly, "because he isn't en
gaged. I wish you'd get through sav
ing humanity. Jinny, so you could
have a good time with me. I'vo just
six more months at home now."
Virginia slipped an arm around her
sister. "I only hope I can lead you
to a true appreciation of woman's-life
and work during those six months,
Kitty. Why not begin by coming to
the club with me this morning? I
have a paper, 'The Influence of Wom
an in Civic Life.' "
Kitty was squinting critically. "I
wish I could persuade you to cut off
those ugly high collars in this hot
weather. You've the prettiest throat
of anyone I "know, and you bury it
under all that chuffy linen. Collarlesa
blouses are so fashionable, too."
Whizzing along In the Maynard's
touring car that afternoon, Kitty and
Dot's cousin from Harvard were dis
cussing brunettes versus blondes.
"By Jove!" he said enthusiastically,
"I saw a splendid brunette on your
street this morning. Raving beauty,
Italian eyes. Serious as a saint. Tall.
Stately. I'm sure sue never giggled,
in her life."
Kitty wriggled excitedly. "Awfully
plain clothes?"
He stammered. "Um-er. Rather re
minded me of a nurse's costume. Dot's
promised me an Introduction, but
that '8 as much as I can get out of
her. Do you know her?"
Kitty laughed appreciatively. "She's
my sister and a practical humanita
rian." "You don't Bay!" His faoe fell.
"What'll I have to go In for to Im
press her? She thinks I'm frightfully
rude. I forgot my manners complete
ly and stared at her."
"Dot's going to bring you to dinner
tomorrow night," said Kitty, soothing
ly. "You'd better read up on social
The next afternoon Kitty was apply
ing powder over cold cream in antici
pation of a round of tennis when Vir
ginia appeared at her door, a blouse in
one nana, a long pinic ribbon and a
scrap of lace in the other. Her eyes
were perplexed and her face was
"Kitty, you know so much about
fashion, will you advlso me? Do you
think some lace at the throat would
add a pleasing feminine touch to this
blouse? And is this pink too bright
for a belt?"
In spite of the shock Kitty con
trived a coherent commonplace. "Very
becoming, Jinny. Shall I tie the rib
bon for you?"
Virginia banded it to her with a
grateful look. -"I wish to be a credit
to the club this afternoon because I've
been delegated to explain our settle
ment system to your friend Dorthy's
cousin, Mr. Rogers. His aunt Intro
duced him this morning after the kin
dergarten clasa. She told me in con
fidence that he haa shown remarkable
Interest in settlement work."
Kitty choked and coughed hurriedly.
"Look st yourself In the glass, sis,"'
she said.
Virginia gasped. "You've Improved
me wonderfully, Kitty. Perhaps I
ought to pay more attention to
clothes." Chicago Dally News.
"I would like to get' some plants
to put in toy kitchen to give it an
estbetio touch. What would you
"From the looks of the kitchen,
madam, I would advise some scrubby
"Pa, what's an luscrutable smile T"
"It's tho kind, my son, your
mother had on her face this morn.
Ing when I told her business might
keep me out late tonight."
Condensed Statement of Condition
Beaver Dam Deposit Bank
At the Close of Business June 29, 1912.
Loans and Discounts.$197,018.36
Cash in Safe 11,948.43
Cash in Other Banks. 52,803.52
Stocks and Bonds 17,504.00
Overdrafts 540.33
Real Estate.Furniture
and.Fixtures 2,000.00
Total $281,814.64
The Only Bank In the County on the Honor Roll.
Accounts Solicited. ( Correspondence Invited.
Promptness and Accuracy Guaranteed.
I. P. BARNARD, President.
JNO. H. BARNES, Cashier.
From Hartford to Beaver Dam and Return 2L
Splendid car meets all trains.
Telephone or call at fou stable
when you want to leave. '"
I-letx-tfor-ci, Ky.
Burns white, clear and
steady to the last drop. For
the sake of everyone In the
family, insist on having
Smokeless - Bootless-Odorless
Costs no more than ln-
TArlnp tanV.vamn ktnria.
Tares ejes; save money. Tour dealer
aarjr a Wtaras, Vfe, Wsti 9mU Mate O . "Xe-CarV 1m t
Inebriated Gentleman Evidently Was
Not Viewing Things with an Eye
That Was Normal.
Big Bill Roberts, who holds the traf
fic post at the corner of Dey and
Broadway, saw a taxicab approaching
the other day, says the New York cor.
respondent of the Cincinnati Times
Star, Inside were two men. quarrel
ing violently. As the cab came to a
halt, in obedience to Big William's
semaphoring, Mr. Roberts observed
that both gentlemen were perceptibly
pickled. They looked and acted as If
they bad been running the Demon
Rum Into holes for a couple of days
and then prodding hlra out again,
"Hey," said Policeman Roberts,
"what's the matter here?"
The largest of the two gentlemen
still preserved Ills dignity. "Nossln's
marrer, offlsher." he explained, labor
iously. "On'y zlsh cab's too crowded.
Some of us gotter get out."
Policeman Roberts thrust his head
through the open window and looked
them over. Then he expressed his
surprise. "Why," said he, "there are
only two of you in there."
The dignified gentleman looked at
him fixedly for a moment. Then he,
with some difficulty, withdrew his
glazed gaze from the offlrer's eye ami
carefully looked about tbe Interior of
the cab. "lib. iba right, ofasber?" he
asked, plaintively.
Policeman Roberts assured him on
the sacred honor of one of Commit
sloner Waldo'a most fixed posts that
be. had told tbe truth. "On'l two of
ush here, huh?" said the dignified per
son. "Well, sen, the driver can drive
oa. But It looks like more."
81k CKaJuilMi . luffed by a fUd''',l "'
4 njimwU. T.ikrt tVuvnUittrjuin' Tj'i
lot mul wrj-eMt iMikit unit Ju) Keavl
alii'B will dlwruix. X'& frMIa ly ijl
dinlny. I -4AHV
For Infest and CUUna.
lijs KM YmNin Always Butf
Bears the
Capital Stock $25,000.0
Surplus 27,822.16
Dividend No. 30 150.04
Deposits 227,742.5-1
Total $281,81 .S2
Lamp Oil
baa It In barrels direct irom our '
The Danger After Grip.
lies ofi'en in a run-down Ajvpin, Takii
tiw, nervounos3j "pk of nrp'dU', pw
By ana ambt0ii, wUli rtandenyli E
and k'SJneys often foHpw an BCitV: E
this wjYjt.chtitl disease. The Ripatei&t w
then is rVectrjc litM1, fJip Kjpfi''"
tonic, l!pxl purser uiul n kii.uit rC
stomach, vfr ami k!tUviy,3. 1Yhkc(u3i
Iwive iiiovmI tMt frlwy woJL-fsly
stnsnjryicn tJio nervps, JmiJUI tip fe jf
tom nivd restore to ;heay..li unl tfndtiijw
l!.s after on atufk oX t5i;'u. if (uJCBpir
try tlicm. Only 50 entn. Sajjil ppd iv"3
feot niti&fjflio,n siiuiunlofd bi' tl
ilinissteis. I IJftv
Mr. Jackson Look beak, t.tnt H
yo' gits, many moan washes dere wsartk
be room fo' to hang dem up.
Mrs. Jackson Yes. and Jos' as-awea
is I does, dere won't be roosa ifi fw
to hang yo' bat up, neider.
If you luio )ivuut,- ili'.ilrfn twit iltutj
pwt oju notln il tlml (ViHonUr uC tcr
Htouui'Ji are .li.elr lutvst amimoa aJ-in-Mit.
To ivnTiVt Hit you vtfrj nyH
ClHuulMVlalii'B Slonurli iyvl tnor T?
jt4 exi.-ile;it. 'Wwy are miaj' a,ul iytw
an,t p tuks nuil .mllil mvl UNitle fa J-fe-dt,
I'or tae by uJJ UiuJoi-.i. .VI.'
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