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of theThone I By ELIA RANDALL PEARCE Btr-r-r-r-c! Miss Gertrude Macken zie, tiny, trim and brisk in manner, picked up the «telephone receiver and answered the aummons over the wire with a clear, crisp "Hello-yes." Then, with a change ef tone, "Who is this, please? Who—tor goodness' sake— Janice!' The single occupant of the outside office, separated from the Inside one where Miss Mackenzie sat by an oak railing and gateway, fairly Jumped as the name left the speaker's lips. He was a young man «f prepossessing ap pearance, very dark, with bright blue eyes, and a lofty, abstracted air that would have seemed somewhat amus ing in one less distinguished looking. He had paid no attention to the young woman until that single ejaculation fell upon his ear. Janice! Why should he think of her? Was there only one Janice in the world? It was an odd name, to be sure, and perhaps —then he found himself listening eagerly to one side of the conversa tion, as he sat back and unfolded a newspaper before his face. "Janice, well, I am surprise! Oh, fine, but I thought you were—What! didn't you marry him after all? But I thought that was what you went to London for. 1 never got the letter— no, indeed. Ye-e-s, but I can't tell you now. Can't you come up to the house soon ?" The young man outside shifted un easily in his seat, and peered around a corner of his paper. Miss Macken zie had lowered her voice, and her words reached him indistinctly—and he was growing anxious. Janice— London—to be married? It began to sound like a familiar story to him. The girl's laughter rippled guarded ly across the office. "I don't believe How about the one you met at Atlantic City and raved about all last Winter?" she said, teasingly. Atlantic City! That was where he had men Janice Ford, just about one year ago. Surely it was she—his old it. pi m "C3 V th. Vg, tv iit 151 • It, £ 22 * .\ s // a 'I "Who is this, £ pkxucr J sweetheart of a brief, beautiful ro mance by the sea, who now Was speak ing at the other end of the 'phone. If he could but see her—speak to her again ! Then came his companion's crisp tones. "Oh, I'd love to, but not to day. I've had a 'quick lunch' already, for I expect Mr. Hadley In at any mo ment. Where are you now? At the Mayfair—oh!" A heavy scrambling noise in the outer office and the loud slamming of the door, proclaimed the Budden flight of the late solitary occupant "Nothing's the matter, Janice," an swered Miss Mackenzie. "Only there was a splendid-looking chap sitting here waiting for Mr. Hadley, and he's Just thrown over a few chairs and bolted, taking the door with him. Well, now I want to tell you some thing." She launched into a recital of her own personal affairs, thereby, if she had but known it. doing a certain young man a great favor; for the "splendid-looking chap" was making the best possible time in covering the space between the office building out of which he had rushed and the hos telry called the Mayfair. Of course it was his—that is, the same Janice, and she was not mar ried. Perhaps sho had quite forgot ten him by this time, but he would like to know. And, if he were to lose her now—well, of course he could see Miss Mackenzie. But Janice might hear of it, and take flight again. Be sides he wanted to see her—oh, how he longed to see her! He had tried to forget her, and probably would have succeeded if she had remained in London and married the wealthy Englishman who had won her from him with his dazzling fortune. Why had she not married Cuthbert Castle? He knew that such had been her In tention when she had sailed from New York with her sister-in-law, who bad really planned and carried out the affairs of the "brilliant match." Why had Janice changed her mind? Quite breathless was the young man who hurried into the corridor of the Mayfair and looked anxiously •long the line of telephone booths rangea across one side or the reading White featberB—large rosy room. face underneath; next, big, oversha dowing black hat brim—sharp nose In view; ah! quaint little straw bonnet with a perky lace bow, a fluff of am ber hair, a soft, pink cheek, sweeping brown lashes—Janice! She was Just rising from her seat in the booth when he caught sight of her; and he hastened down the other side of the room, out into the corridor, while she adjusted her scarf and veil. Tall, calm, and with a lofty, ab stracted air, stood a dark young man near the Mayfair entrance, as Janice Ford tripped along, quite unsuspect ingly. Then, with a start, she recog nized the figure ahead, hesitated as if about to turn aside, approached with heightened color, and averting her face, would have gone by; but he met her squarely, face to face, extending a welcoming hand. "Is it possible!" he said cordially. "You have nearly taken my breath away, Mrs.— er —Castle, right?" Janice nodded her head, and fussed with her scarf. "Your memory is all right, Mr. Dil lingham," she said, with nervous ani mation, not seeking to correct his er ror. Is that His bright blue eyes were search ing her flushed face, but he main tained his Indifferent air. How love ly she looked—lovelier than ever! "Are you Bight-seeing in America?" he asked politely. "Or did you get— homesick?" "Neither," smiled Janice. "My— husband bad some business here, and so—s< "Then you intend to return to Lon don, soon?" "Yes—yes, next week." "Then," said Dillingham, In slow, deliberate tones, "may I not have the pleasure of your company at lunch eon—once more before you go? To day ?" The girl's eyes met his. "We parted in rather unfriendly fnshion before, you know," went on the low tones. "Let us wipe out the memory of that last hour by a pleas ant one—here." "I—I have an engagement for lunch. I-" Dillingham caught her elbow in the hollow of a firm hand. His eyes were blazing then as they looked at her, blazing with fascinating blue flames. "Janice, look at me. You have no engagement—you have no husband. I know—and more than this I know. I was in Mr. Hadley's office while you were telephoning." "Oh!" "Yes. a n j y OU have shown me, now —that you—Janice!" "Please, Ellis, don't look at me like that, here," whispered Janice. "Ev erybody's looking at us. You're very mysterious and very Impertinent, but I'll go somewhere and listen to yon— If you won't look at me as If you meant to eat me." "It's eating time," said Dillingham, falling into an easy stride beside her as they walked along the corridor to gether. Janice drew him into the reading room. "I want to 'phone to Gertrude," she said. "Come with me; you shall hear." They crowded into the little booth, looking happily into each other's eyes. e Blr-r-r-r! Miss Mackenzie caught up the receiver again. A soft famil iar voice came over the wire, with a new intense vibration in its tones. "Gertrude, are you too busy to lis ten? That splendid chap who ran out of your office Is my Atlantic City friend—yes, he's her now. And you were quite right. That's why I didn't stay in London and marry the CaBtle millions. But I didn't suppose he'd ever, ever forgive me. And I'm so glad. That's all, now—good-by. Wait a minute, he wants to speak to you." Then, from the other end of the 'phone, came deep, full masculine tones, deliberately distinct. "Will you kindly tell Mr. Hadley that Mr. Ellis Dillingham will call at his office to morrow morning? Thank you—and— bless you, Miss Gertrude Mackenzie." African Wireless Telegraphy. Writing from German Africa, a European tourist says: "We found here in the dense forest, among peo* pie who know nothing of modern scientific discoveries or of time and labor-saving invention, a good and practical wireless telephone. The na tlves have for purposes of ceremony, peaceful and warlike, drums of vari pus dimensions made of wood, and j these, when beaten, emit sounds of about an octave in range. Aside from' the ceremonies the drums are used also as means of communication, and the manner of striking, the number of strokes, the pauses, etc., make up words and sentences which are read fly understood for miles around. We had a proof of it one day. Our cara van w-as ready to start when our head servant stopped suddenly in his work, listened intently and then gave un mistakable signs of pleasure. We, learned later that the indistinct sounds conveyed to him the news that | a boy had been born to his brother 1» , a neighboring village." I Disclosed Crime In Sleep. Because he talked in his sleep, An drew J. McCorrell of Findlay, Ohio, has gone to the penitentiary to serve six years for robbery. After receiving his sentence McCorrell, with three oth er prisoners, assaulted the sheriff and escaped. McCorrell believed ho had killed the sheriff and it so preyed on his mind that he talked about it in his sleep while he was being held under arrest for drunkenness at Little Rock, Ark. The turnkey took notes and la formed th« authorities at Findlay. MURDER" PLOT ENDED a SHERIFF, GULLED BY "PLANTED" EVIDENCE, CATCHES COLD. Student's Imaginary Murder Mystery In Endeavor to Improve His Power at Building Plots, Bets Ma chinery of County in Motion. Olathe, Kan.—How he "planted" the evidence of an imaginary murder mys tery in an endeavor to Improve his power at building plots for short sto ries has been revealed by William W. Ferguson, the University of Kansas student whose "Joke" set the machin ery of an entire county in motion and furnished startling stories to the news papers of the country for several days. Olathe is divided over the case. The young man's friends declare his prank was "awfully funny," and others con demn It. E. G. Carroll, a deputy sheriff, sees no humor in the hoax. Carroll spent many weary hours dragging an icy lake to find the body of the "slain" person, and now he has the worst cold of his life. He is now taking quinine and mustard foot baths. Ferguson was a student of the School of Journalism, in the short story writing class, and he declares, despite contrary statements of Pro fessor Merle Thorpe, that the boys were assigned to develop a murder plot. "Of course, one can Imagine situa tions," said Ferguson, "but I thought it would be rather original to frame one up and see how many people 1 could puzzle. So I laid the 'plant'— the blood of a rooster, a gold neck lace and a stained iron bar. "I told my fellow students I had prepared a plot so good that If the newspapers heard of it they would have special correspondents on the scene in half a day. They argued with me and said they didn't believe It. Then I told them what I would do, and sure enough when the 'properties' were found the story of a murder mys tery appeared and was telegraphed all over the country. I am sorry now the thing worked so well." Ferguson says he didn't tell the dep uty sheriff when he saw him wading through the water works lake because he thought it was too good a joke. But Carroll, the sheriff, does not laugh so; loudly over the affair. Professor Thorpe denies that stu dents are assigned to work up murder plots in the way Ferguson did, al though in the course of their short story work the students are supposed to develop plots carefully. When sfeen at his home in Lawrence, the profes sor said; "The case presents some puzzling complications. So far this year we have covered only larceny, mayhem, trespass, arson and a few minor of fences in our crime course. The work in murder will not be reached until April. Of course, it is not uncommon that some students are more apt than others. They make progress more rapidly, and it is impossible to hold them back with the laggards, and it may be that the young man from Olathe was one of those restless stu dents who felt prepared to go ahead of his classmates. "I am pretty sure the Olathe stu dent is the only one of the class in Journalism who heard anything about murder plots in connection with the course." ALLOWS SLEEPING IN CHURCH Massachusetts Pastor Will Psrmlt Tlrsd Attendants Upon 8srvlces to Rost Without Disturbance. Cambridge, Mass.—Sleeping men will find a welcome at the Union Con gregational church here, according to an announcement made by the pastor. Rev. Dr. Allan Stockdale. The minister heard recently that many men were unwilling to attend church services because of the fear that they would disgrace themselves by *° slee P- This is his reply; "Let them come here; they may go to sleep If they want to. They will hot worry me atall ; on the other hand, sleepers often cause me pleasure. I he sleeping man can t find anything to complain about in my sermon or write Indignant letters to me afterward, "There are many reasons why men K° sle<? P- Man Y have been hustling j during the week, and when they come a warm church and restful pews the Y ««»'t avold sleeping. Heavy air and heavy sermons are also respon slble. The music is soothing, too. Let the man fall asleep; the rest will do him as much good as the sermon, per haps." near Melfa, Va. stomach trouble. Mr. Guy was a pros | perous farmer and was married three , times, . Father of Thirty-Two Dead. Cape Charles, Va. —John W. Guy, seventy-nine years of age, the father of 32 children, is dead at his home Death was due to I Of Mr. Guy's 32 children, 21 sons and 11 daughters are still living. The oldest son is titty-six years old. All of his sons are the fathers of large families. Acetylmethlenedisalicylic. New York.—Dr. Lambert F. Ott of Philadelphia, president of the North ern Medico-Legal society, announces in the current issue of the New York Medical Journal what he terms an "unquestionable remedy" for rheuma tism. The somewhat formidable Dame of the drug he indicates it acetylmethlenedisalicylic acid. few policemen in boston New York Woman, Who Had Lost Her Way, Discovers Officer After Walk* Ing Many Blocks. A young woman from New York, on one of her rare visits to Boston, found herself getting unusually bewildered In the labyrinth of streets converging at the South Terminal station. With the Immediate instinct of the New Yorker, who can usually be sure of finding an officer stationed at every crossing, she turned to look for a policeman. But no policeman ~was forthcoming. After walking a good many blocks she at last sighted a bluecoat. But he was going in the wrong direction—the direction away from her. At the end of a hundred yards of hot pursuit she overtook him. "Oh," she gasped, "are you the only policeman In Boston?" The stalwart son of Erin stood look ing quizzically down on her; then his face widened in a slow smile. "No, lady," he said, and his grin broadened In appreciative tribute to the flushed earnestness of the face up turned to his. "there's me, and a boy." —Youth's Companion. Baby Liked the Tag. "They have the finest plan up in Warren," said a Btout lady in a de partment. store ; "people who attend re vival meetings in the tabernacle can leave their babies in a nursery near the entrance." "How do they keep track of them?" inquired her companion. "Easiest thing in the world," was the reply. "They tag them." "Huh!" exclaimed the friend, "not for mine." "What is your objection to the plan?" came the inquiry. "I tried that once when Billy Sunday was in town," was the reply, "and my baby ate the tag." TALKED A WHOLE LOT. X I « R it U3 't>HIL i"*"B dorteU * Wlgson—When your wife caught you hugging the chambermaid I sup pose she was speechless with amaze ment. Wagson — Speechless ! don't know my wife. Say, you Remarkable. "A funny thing happened at the ban guet last night." "Did somebody quit speaking before he had made everybody weary?" "No. A preacher who was called on for some remarks succeeded in getting through without telling a story that had a cussword in it." The Trouble. "I hear that Mr. and Mrs. Wright eon are living aparL What is the trouble?" "The same trouble that has caused many another man and woman to sep arate. He had an idea that she was his wife, hut it was her belief that he was merely her husband." The Invalid. "You know that ballplayer who haa a glaes arm, a weak knee and a game ankle—the one who only finished la live games during the season?" "Yea; what about him?" "He's going to work in a atoneyard through the winter." Unconscious Truth. Church—Here's an advertisement or a railroad's night trains. It says "You go to sleep In Philadelphia and wake up in New York." Gotham—Well, I don't generally take stock In railroad advertisements, hut I guess that one's true, all right We Have Met Him. "Would you call Bliggins a clever man ?" "Certainly," replied Miss Cayenne. "He is not intellectual, but he is won derfully clever in concealing the fact from strangers." Justifiable Suspicion. "I guess I must be getting old." "Why do you think so?" "A pretty girl dropped one of her gloves on the sidewalk this morning and I permitted another man to beat me to it" Surely Not. Belle—Don't you think conditions adapt themselves to the fashions Beulah—Oh, yes, when the women wore crinolines they didn't have these little narrow flats." No Taste for Them. "I notice that you always have a box at the horse show. Are you a lover of horses?" "Oh, dear me! I'm a strict vegeta rian." Accommodating. Tramp—Ma'am, I want a bit®. Woman—All right Here, Towsert liking for dolls is varied Poor Little Girls' Ideas Differ From Those of Wealthy Homes—Baby Face Is Wanted. Two little girls stood side .by side with their brothers at the doll coun ter of a big shop the other day. One was beautifully dressed, the other thin and white faced, and her clothes not only were faded and worn but a size or two too small. She held tight to her mother's hand and her big eyes roamed about the department, Beem ing to take In every doll there, and at last rested contentedly on a big pink and white faced, blue-eyed, golden haired beauty, dressed In a fluffy blue silk gown with an impossible looking blue hat on her blond locks. "Oh, mamma, If only I could have that one!" she cried. But the mother shook her head. The second little girl and her mother both turned to look at the child who wanted the blue-gowned doll and the little girl laughed, not unkindly, but amusedly. "Oh, mother, isn't she funny to want an old-fashioned doll like that?" Silencing her daughter with a look, the mother turned to talk to the other child and In an incredibly short time, for a busy shop and its red tape, a cer tain blue-robed, blue-eyed doll filled the arms of the poor child. As the mothers and the two children went on their way the clerk turned to an other customer. "Isn't it funny," she said, "the dif ference between the children of the well-to-do and those of the poor? This year there is such a fad for the char acter dolls that we find the pink-faced dolls of our own youth almost a drug on the market. All the little girls want the real baby-faced dolls in their plain gingham and sheer white cos tumes, but when a poor child comes in she invariably demands the richly dressed, blond, blue-eyed dolls. I sup pose it is the law of contrasts, or It may be that poor children do not keep up with the fads. "I only know that this year the character doll is in great demand. The rage started last year in Germany, and this year It is quite as bad here in this country. "Here are some of the newest dolls. See how Individual they are. No two Just alike. Our buyer says that the dolls are made after the photographs of real children and I am sure they look it. Why, even grown women come in and look at them, and I do believe they long to buy them, only they are ashamed." MANNER OF GOING TO SLEEH It Is Gradual Process, Senses Sinking Off One at a Time Until All Are Unconscious. Did you ever thitik of the way in which you fall asleep? It is a gradual process, the senses sinking off one at a time until they are all unconscious. The first to be affected is the eyesight The eye lids quiver and blink, and you say that you are drowsy. After the sense of sight is fast asleep often you will con tinue to hear and feel for some time. Taste follows sight to sleep, and then come smell and hearing, and finally, last of all, touch. Touch never sleeps very hard un' ess you are worn out with fatigue. Frequently, know, if you so much as lay your fin ger on a friend who is asleep, up he will Jump, wide awake. The quickest way of arousing a sound sleeper is to lay a cool hand on his forehead. With cats, however, It is different Sight, hearing, taste and touch may all go to sleep and sleep very sound ly, but the cat's sense of smell never sleeps. .Some of you who have pet eats will find lots of fun In experi menting with them. When puss la fast asleep get a Juicy bit of meat or a mouse and very quietly place it near her nose. Instantly her eyes will pop open and she will be ready for dinner. ! you EUROPEAN DOLL IS QUAIN1 Latest Toy Creation to Challenge Teddy Bear for Popularity Be coming Favorite In Nurseries. The latest toy creation In Europe to challenge the popularity of the "Teddy bear" Is a doll, now very pop xr~l I y - \ I I I « ■V m ■Hi* u ' !/ U'1 \ : Quaint European Doll. ular In London. These quaint dolls which go in pairs, have becomt nursery favorites all through Eng land. Big Difference. Flossie, a city miss of four, was visiting in the country. One day she accompanied her grandmother to th* barnyard, where she was very much frightened at sight of a big gobbler strutting about. "Why, Flossie," said the old lady, "is it possible that you are afraid of a turkey when you helped to eat one yesterday?" "Yes, grand ma," replied the little miss, "but this one ain't cooked." (L MS \ \ M f N ARGUMENT FOR FRESH AIR Monty Mollycoddle Has Convincing Reply for Man Who Opened Window on Chilly Evening. Monty Mollycoddle closed the win dow. Freddy Freshair opened it. Then they frowned at each other. "Do you mind lowering the window, old chap?" said Monty. "This weath er's exceedingly treacherous, and on these chilly evenings one can't be too careful." "On the contrary," retorted Freddie, "one can kill oneself with care." "Yes, but it's easier to kill oneself with a draft," observed Monty. "Nonsense," replied Freddie. "Look st all these modern cranks and com pare them with our splendid ances tors. They don't stand comparison! And our ancestors didn't take medi cines, or stay in stuffy rooms or bind their necks with woolen comforts when they went out." "I know they didn't," answered Monty. "And where are they now? All dead!"—Answers. Unfair Advantage. "Dibbs is a most disagreeable per son." "Now, what has Dibbs been doing to you?" "Just because he knows how to pro nounce two or three Chinese names, be is always turning the conversation to the upheaval in China." Hard to Lift. "There goes a merchant who has i supreme contempt for shoplifters." "You surprise me." "He doesn't care how many come Into his store." "Well! Well! What does he sell?" "Safes. There isn't one in his store that weighs less than 2,000 pounds." Long Wait in Store. "Miss Frosty Winters says she is ! going to stand under the mistletoe." "Just so." "What would you suggest?" "When she gets tired of resting most of her weight on one foot, she might shift it to the other." The Power of Beauty. "Brown's wife is a beautiful woman, tsn't she?" "She surely Is." "If I had a wife as beautiful as chat <he could buy me all the Christmas neckties she wanted to—and I'd wear 'em, by gum!" WHAT HE THOUGHT. r I Smokk UP I him> % Pipes Ae*0 Ä? ■ V Customer (in cigar store)—I want to buy a pipestem. Salesman—Yes, sir; how long would you like it? Customer—I reckon I can keep It as long as It lasts, can't I? Unpoetic. "I shall leave footprints on the sands of time," said the idealist. "What for?" asked the crudely prac tical person. "Nobody will want to go 'round looking for footprints. What we want to do for posterity is to I help build some good roads."—Wash I lngton Star. Didn't Like Her Views. Mrs. Gibbs-^So you had a gathering It your home last week to discuss the servant problem. Were there any re sults? Mrs. Dibbs—Yes, the servants over heard us and gave notice. A Bright Idea. "Wearing a toupeo is a very good way to hide a bald spot on top of one's read." "Quite true. Wearing a hat Is sn* other good way." Before Hostilities Began. "I hope your novel ends happllyT" "Indeed it does. It ends in the mar riage of the heroine and hero; does not go into their married life at alL"'