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I My Client’s I | Queer Case | 6 By Augustus Goodrich Sherwin O (Copyright. 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) “A barefooted bride in a way, eh?" I intimated to my old college chum, Roy Dacre. He flushed slightly. We were still close friends, five years after gradu ation and drifting Into new life chan nels. He had inherited a fortune and had not gone into a profession, al though he made a feint at carrying on the real estate business of his de ceased father, which really meant looking after the family investments. Dacre was about the only one ot my old friends who particularly cul tivated me. There was a reason. I had broken all intellectual trammels In the opinion of my college asso ciates, had placed myself beyond the select social pale by disdaining the respectable calling of the law and en gaging in the detective line. It had always fascinated me. I made a suc cess at the start in a big bank mys tery. I was something of a scribbler, and I fancied that eventually my ex perience might lead to my becoming an expert writer on criminology. “A barefooted bride? Yes, just that, if necessary.” spoke Dacre, a trifle re sentingly. “What of it? Poor, ob scure —but an angel! Between some pampered spoiled lady of fashion and •this sweet wildwood flower, who would hesitate that valued innocence, the assurance of fidelity and —love. Yes, for I love her. I believe Elsa Warren returns the sentiment. I am going to marry her —if she will have me. I studied my client and friend for a minute or two to decide that he was (fully resolved. He had ever been an erratic, willful fellow, doing odd tilings in violation of prevailing ethics, generally right in his deduc tion, always right in his motives. I wondered what his aristocratic friends would say about this new resolution of his. , “I have told you my story frorn be ginning to end,” he added, “as I would HT.n—mwpif— ■ 4- | ii! k —w-i /|rw ■ She Seemed to Feel It a Duty to Re imain With the Lonely, Bereaved Old Man do to no other person. I need your professional assistance. Can I have itr "In other words, you wish to find this Reuben Thorpe and his mep daughter, Elsa Warren.” “Precisely.” “I will think it over this evening and let you know in the morning," I answered, and with that my visitor departed- There was a good deal to think over, Hrlefly, Dacre, while hunting in a wild part of the Lake Superior country, had sustained a bad fall from a cliff-side. He had lain helpless and Isolated half of the day and all of one night, unable to climb up the steep incline. He had been discov ered by a gir! whose whole appear ance suggested some wild mountain ffnaid. Her name was Elsa Warren and she lived with her stepfather, Reuben Thorpe, a hunter he proclaimed hira ■df, but not averse to assisting bor o smugglers at times. He was a . unsociable old fellow, but with 'i- 1 ( at redeeming feature in his rpd ature —he Idolized Elsa as ’h- had n>v. i her dead mother. She sSecmed to 1 it a duty to remain with he louely. bereaved old man. In her presence all h‘s rudeness fc disappear. Poo-, obscure as they w-e the gir had grown up commun ing only with nature, ardently fond of b<xTh 'e had refined her na ture, and these her stepfather always no matter how poorly his desultory vocation paid him. For a month Dacre waa laid up at the humble cottage home of Elsa, tear a little town named Clyde. The parity and freshness of his faithful nurse had enraptured him. He made an honest, earnest declaration of. love. Elsa had blushed and trembled. Her .-stepfather, coming in, flew Into a pas sion. He drove Dacre forcibly from )the place. The next morning Dacre rfound the little hut deserted, Elsa .and Thorpe had disappeared. For a month he sought them with out avail Now he had come to me, believing that his presence In the dis trict would cause Thorpe to remain In concealment. Twice Thorpe ha* been seen in the Uast week —once In a range of hills .near the coast, once running out in rtbe Sake in his launch but at a distance •.and .speeding to cover when hailed. These facts I verified within a few Hours after my arrival at Clyde. Dacre had searched the hills In vain, I wasted no time in that direction. It was the man who had seen Thorpe in the launch to whom I paid the most attention. He was a fisherman and he was positive of hia Identification of the man I was after. “You see,” he observed to me, “there are one or two charges against Thorpe for violating the game laws, and of course he is under cover to evade arrest. With a steam craft, though, you can make up your mind he won’t take much to over country rambling.” “That looks reasonable,” I acceded. “Where did he disappear to when you hailed him the other day?” “Between Point of Rocks and the Bay, as we call it. There's a mile stretch. Somewhere along there he disappeared. Cave or a secret path up those steep cliffs, I don’t know, but when I ran in shore there was no sign of either craft or man.” “You are sure it was Thorpe?” “Humph! I guess so. That yellow sweater and red fez of his are not to be mistaken,” was the confident re ply. I secured a small row boat and spent the better part of two succeed ing days on the lake. I particularly hovered about the points of location designated. It was late in the afternoon and I was midway between Point of Rocks and the Bay, when I saw a light gaso line launch making from the open wa ter for shore. I saw, too, the man in charge—yellow sweater, red fez. I was on my way to Clyde, for the sky had become overcast and a sudden stiff breeze threatened. “My man, Reuben Thorpe, sure as fate!” I breathed. I steadied the yawl as best I could. The little launch was headed for shore straight as an arrow. I sat spellbound. It was curdling. At full speed it seemed to crash into a great mass of grim gray rock and —disap- pear! Particularly had I noticed a promi nent chalky line in the rock directly where the launch had vanished. I doubted not that I could keep it in sight and took up my oars to start direct for the spot. I was off in my calculations. A tempest of wind drove one oar from my grasp. The same fierce source drove me land wards with incredible rapidity. As I neared the frowning wall of rock, I prepared to jump to evade being dashed against it. To my in finite amazement the yawl dove into a soft, yielding surface. It was a canvas curtain painted to resemble a rocky surface on its out side and the deception discoverable only at close contact! Just beyond this masked entrance was a cavelike apartment. There Thorpe and his stepdaughter had found refuge. I lingered unsuspected until I learned the situation. The poor girl was pining for her lover, but her stepfather was arranging to go far off to some isolated spot with the morrow. His great contention seemed to be that her suitor was too high above her to mean really to wed her. But of that he was convinced, when later that night I sent for my client and led him to the cave. What came of it all? Happiness complete. Dacre gave up society, time-serving friends, hollow plans for fame. In a quiet "hamlet he built a pretty home. Thorpe was welcome there, and as time went on some of the roughness left his rugged nature, and he became a really presentable member of ihe contented group o' three. Luke M’Luke Says— There isn’t much romance about having a sunny disposition. A man usually feels as good as his stom ach. Ever notice that a street car runs about thirty miles an hour when you are trying to catch it and runs about three miles an hour after you have caught it? The old-fashioned girl who was al ways afraid that she might show through now has a daughter who be lieves that a coat of talcum powder is opaque. Another mystery is how a thin girl can eat six square meals per day and grow thinner, and how a fat girl can eat one potato and gain four pounds. A woman may imagine that she is saving money because she has every thing charged and doesn’t ask her hus band for some coin every morning. Why does a man always take a sec ond look at a red headed girl?—Cincin nati Enquirer. Great Wall of China. Few people realize what an almost perfect condition prevails along a large part of the great wall of China, the bricks of the parapet are as firm as ever, and their edges have stood the severe climatic conditions of North China with scarcely a break. The paving along the top of the wall is so smooth that one may ride over it with a bicycle, and the great gran ite blocks with which it is faced are smooth and so closely fitted as when put in place over 2,000 years ago. The entire length of this wall is 1,400 miles, it is 22 feet high and 20 feet in thickness. At intervals of 100 yard# or so there are towers, some 40 feel in height—Popular Magazine. He Wanted Bargain*. A day or two ago a small boy with two pennies in his possession entered a local periodical store and spent some time In selecting a postcard. Finding one to suit him he handed the pro prietor a penny. The price of the card was five cents and the proprietor said he did not have any penny cards, but the wistful look on the boy’s face prompted the proprietor to pocket his loss and let the boy keep the card. Then the boy produced his other pen ny and asked for a fountain pen, but the proprietor promptly refused to do any more business with the youth ful bargain-hunter, remarking that tending store was no job for a nervous man. —Waltham News. Information. The private tutor had just departed, and the broker's young son ran to hla father with the question: “How do you explain water finding its level?*’ “Well, my son.” said the father, “when a stock has been watered until it is like the bathroom sponge when in use, the stock goes down, and when It reaches bottom the water has found its leveL" IroS GET RID OF DELICATE HORSE Farmer Should Dispose of Ailing Anl mai at Once and Save Much Tim*, Trouble and Expense. (By J. M. BELL.) I know of nothing more trouble some on the farm than the “delicate horse," In the first place the ordinary farmer is not a veterinarian in any sense; therefore, when he is unfortu nate enough to own a horse that ip subject to spells of sickness, he really does not know what to do, and ifvthis same horse is an animal whose valwe ranges anywhere from SSO to SIOO, the owner is loath to send off for a regular veterinarian and pay him for his visit and prescription, consequently the horse in question is very apt to die. I have had some experience in the past few months with a delicate horse, Jsßj ■ St&i•%.''' ' -&S Standard Bred at Government Re mount Depot, and this experience may be of value to some reader. The horse in question was and is a good one in many ways. “City broke" (that is, fearless), when it comes to the many things that are very liable to frighten a horse these days. Automobiles, steams cars, bicycles and the like do not even interest him. He will meet any of these horse-ter rifying affairs with utmost indiffer ence. When I first purchased him he was low down in flesh and really looked depressed and sad Having had about thirty years 1 ex perience in the handling of horses and mules of all sorts. 1 naturally thought that 1 could take this specimen to my farm and make something ot him. 1 bought him over three months ago and have ted him on what is consid ered by good horsemen to be first class teed. At. the present writing I can only say that ray experience and the advice ot my neighbors are at, fault, for the horse still remains poor and apparently out of condition. He has had two attacks ot sick ness in the past month and with no excuse so far as the writer can see. First a bad cold that kept him half sick for over two months, then a se vere attack of indigestion, which last ed all day and well into the night, and was followed by a severe chill. I would advise any farmer who is unfortunate enough to own a delicate horse to dispose ot him at the ear liest opportunity and thus save him self troubhe and expense, for the ordi nary tarmer does not know what to do with an animal that is regularly sub ject to these spells of sickness, and even if he does know what to do, it does not pay to waste time on such an animal. MAKING* HOG FEEDING EASIER Trough Secured to Ground by Meant of Posts and Fastened to Fence Is Quite Handy. It isn’t any fun to take a bucket of swill or mash out among a dozen or more hungry hogs and pour it out while all are trying to get In the trough at the same place at the same time. A hungry hog has no manners Saves Feeder’s Trousers. and usually possesses a dirty nose to wipe on the trousers of the feeder. The accompanying illustration tells how to feed the hegs without going into the lot or field. The trough is secured to the ground by means of strong stakes and is held at one end against the fence. A spout made of four boards extends from the end of the trough to the outside and is firm ly secured to the fence and trough. The feed is poured through the spout and it gives such force to the flow r that the far end of the trough is usually reached before it is stopped by the hogs. A paddle is kept by the fence to force down the solid matter that tends to accumulate in the spout and to empty the water that stands in the trough after a rain. Regular Feeding Time. Horses should be fed at exactly the same hour every day. They will fret if they are fed at Irregular hours. If you are compel!*.?, to work them before they" have finished eating do not feed them again until the next feeding time to avoid colic. Don’t Pasture Too Early. Avoid putting stock on the pasture too early. There is a temptation to do this while the ground is soft, and much injury to the grass may follow such a practice. THE SKA COAST ECHO. BAY ST. LOUIS, MISSISSIPPI Beautiful Veil for the Bride I zT.’„ .^HK?Kb%Is - -fyfj pS* jWu^ w , - ‘ :/ ;5/-'.:'v' wl - k ' \ '■ : J| | s ;. Fortunate the bride whose wedding •equipment includes one of these lovely veils of net with widely scattered small dots and rich border of princess lace. Many of the new veils extend about to the knees, and their length is governed more by the bride's taste than by a mandate of fashion. In truth, much independence is allowed the bride this year, or she has as serted her own ideas and arrayed herself and her maids in gowns long or short and cut in the styles she likes the best. Many wedding gowns have been made this season of sheer voiles or of net trimmed with lace. One thin and lacy fabric draped over another al most equally thin makes an airy ef fect which is liked for the brides’ and bridesmaids’ costumes. For the latter, wide net-top laces or shadow laces used for the gowns, and wide-br\mmed picture hats with transparent brims and flower trimming appear to have compelled the choice in their favor by ! *Fads of the Summer Girl liw_ _ . —i X - '<Ha P| y f I TTTXJu i" ' r v' . • iv*vwi*acyjgQp}WW9f^ , gaoccca9ZM iT^ 1 ' :■& >■> v sy<v ,j o > y , -, v Broad stripes in her blouses, pockets on her skirts, dashing belts in black patent leather and white kid, and novel bracelets made by strands of “friendship” slides, strung on narrow velvet ribbon, are among the fads of this summer’s “summer girl.” Added to these are her shoes in black and white or black with other colors than white, her “garden dresses” of cre tonne, her odd-shaped and gayly-flow ered sunshades! and bewitching sun bonnets, or sun tats, made of cretonne and other fabrics. Belts are ma<|e both wide and nar row, and one ot numberless different patterns is showin in the picture. It is mad<* of thin black patent leather bound with white kid. Slashes cut in allow narrow bands of the kid to be slipped through them, forming white stripes on the black ground. By sim ilar means many styles are created. The belt, in this particular instance, is worn with a blouse of white wash silk made up into a broad tan and white stripe. It has long sleeves with striped cuffs and a collar which turns Veil Attached to Parasol. A novelty of the season is the para sol with veil attached. Yes, the veil is draped from the edge of the para sol rather thaq from the hat. The ef fect Is most Unique, but one cannot help wondering what will happen to the veil when the parasol is closed. Of coarse, one would be able to man age it at homd, but suppose one tried to close It id a crowded shop. It is a same wagpr that the veil and the owner’s temper would be damaged In the proceeding. the force of irresistible beauty. A handsome lace-bordered veil is pictured here, draped in mantilla fash ion, caught with a spray of orange blossom buds at each side, with a very small cluster of the opened blossoms among them. So many veils are ar ranged in a cap on the head that this proves Interesting as an exception. But rich lace should be simply ad justed, and the idea suggested by the mantilla drape might be repeated in the design of the bridesmaids’ gowns or in the costuming of the pages or the flower girls. While the bride allows the play of her fancy to exploit new ideas in her wedding procession and leads the im agination of guess to excursions in oth er lands and times, the gown brings them back to the day and hour by a very loyal compliance with the rules governing the regulation wedding at tire of mere man. But there seems to be no incongruity that is displeasing in this. over at the back and terminates in turned-back revers at the front. The skirt is a brown cloth with oddly shaped pockets at each side. Far be it from the summer girl to own a pocketless coat or skirt for any sort of utility dress this year. The small slides of gold or silver, which are strung on a narrow- band to form a bracelet, bear the initials of friends with whom she exchanges or those who make her gifts for the making up of this little ornament. Every self-reliant summer girl will manage her garden hat or her frivolous little beach bonnet to suit herself. And if they are fashioned by her own hands so much the more to her credit. Gar den dresses with wide and floppy brimmed hats to match, and a reticule or bag made of the same material — which is a flowered cotton of some kind —are the latest and prettiest of all the fads of the happy-hearted girls of today. They express her personal ity in a way to charm all graver hearts and warm them with the glow of spring. JULIA BOTTOMLEY. To Clean Blankets. To clean blankets or all-wool gar ments. shave up half a bar of any good laundr. soap, put in the tub and half fill the tub with cold water. En ter the articles to be cleaned, and let soak for hours. Then rinse in water containing four tablespoonfuls of am monia. Do not wring. The articles will be just like new and will not shrink. Otters are used by the natives in some parts of India to catch fish. “FIGHTING ARCHIE” HUNTER [ Sir Archibald Hunter, whom §Lord Kitchener placed In command of the third British army, has built up, during his forty years of service. * reputation for valor which the most seasoned campaigner might envy; moreover, he is loved and trusted by his soldiers, who know him as ‘Fight f. ing His brilliant career began with ■j the Nile expedition, and later In the Sudan campaign he w-as severely wounded at Guiss. and was reward for his services with the D. S. 0. In Egypt Sir Archibald Hunter was Lord Kitchener’s right-hand man. and he commanded a division which^was MB bald earned nineteen decorations and orders, and created a record by be- H ing promoted to the rank of general after only twenty-two years’ service in the army. If the kaiser is well acquainted with the history of the South African war, he will know that he has a dangerous antagonist in Sir Archi bald Hunter, who will never admit defeat, and can be relied upon to find his way out of the tightest corner. For Sir Archibald played a conspicuous part in the South y African campaign, and at its conclusion a public reception was proposed to honor the famous soldier. But “Fighting Archie" is more at home on the battlefield than on a public platform, and he modestly refused the suggested ceremony. "It is only right that I should decline to receive any form of demon stration as so many of my comrades have been killed," he said, in making his excuses. JULES BUIS’ TRAGIC ROMANCE When Jules Bois, the distin- guished man of letters of France, was in America last spring those who were familiar with his life recalled the tragic romance of his arly years that accounts for his deep interest in the advancement of woman. Wm Government, he says, has been maintained and operated by brute force to no end but the incomparable slaughter of human life now going on, which writes in letters of blood on the page of political history that “it Is not good for man to be alone.” It is as little good for man to be alone in the government of cities and of states as in any other situation in life, therefore anew Eve is to come —the woman who will take her place beside man in politics empowered with rights commen surate with her duties. PEDDLER TO PROFESSOR r Leo Wiener, professor of Slavic tmous educator, author of numerous philological and literary works and Wiener, got his start as a teacher in Kansas City, where he once sold shoe strings on the streets. The story of grant first went to Kansas City, after working on a Kansas farm, he was 1 store. Then a French-Canadian ped own profession and supplied him with 25 cents capital. He started out with rupled his capital before evening. He prospered greatly and soon became known to the wholesale houses as a bold and shrewd purchaser of slightly damaged goods. Then young Wiener discovered the public library, and thenceforth devoted to traffic only enough time to provide himself with necessaries. The rest of the time he spent in study in the library. Several years later he obtained a position as teacher in the Central high school of Kansas City. From there he went to the Uni versity of Missouri, and thence to Harvard. ————^^ i MILLIONAIRESS WHO WORKS “I can’t think of anything more stupid than days devoted to bridge ~.• '4. tournaments, to pink-tea gossip and A XX entertaining hosts of people in many Aw of whom you have not the slightest £ So says Miss Rosalie Jones, who has gained national prominence in connection with the suffrage move- '^Ww ment, and, putting her ideas into prac tice. she has become an automobile saleswoman in New York. This would be in no way remarkable were ' \ it not for the fact that Miss Jones re- \LjSm. cently inherited more than a million .HV:- dollars through the death of her fa- ; /(> > w '' / ther, Oliver Livingston Jones. The . pJj , / Jones mansion at Cold Spring Harbor, it/-*# J- L. 1., is one of the show places of a section noted for its handsome estates and overlooks 000 well-kept acres. ' Rosalie’s family have closed their | town house and taken up their all- | \ m / | year residence in the country, but % M&. Rosalie herself is living in a modest hotel in the city and earning happiness and contentment as well as money. No woman can be self-respecting, she believes, who is dependent upon some one for a livelihood. Miss Jones denies that she has lost interest in woman suffrage, asserting that, on the contrary, she is more than ever keenly alive to the need of the baßot for women. Tide Affects Artesian Wells. The effect of the tide on artesian wells is unusually pronounced in the Philippine islands, and particularly In the Batangas province. A well lo cated at Bauan. 298 feet in depth, and flowing 50 gallons a minute at a height of 18 inches above the earth’s surface at low tide, at high tide flows 250 gallons to the minute, indicating an increase of 400 per cent over the flow at lov tide, Company’s Position. As the head of an insurance com pany, he decided to visit one of the districts which showed a falling off in business, and quietly investigate. While thus engaged, he was asked how his company found business, speaking for itself. “Oh. we will be about half a million ahead the first half of this year,” he replied. “Ahead of what?” “Why, ahead of the under taker."