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STORY_ The Isolated Continent A Romance of the Future By Guido von Horvath and Dean Hoard SYNOPSIS. For fifty years the continent of North •America had been loolater] from the rent of the world by the use of Z-ray*. a won derful Invention of Hannibal Prudent. The Invention had aavel the country TroJn foreign Invasion, and the continent had been unite*! under one government with Prudent as president. For half a ^ntury peace and prosperity reigned In this part of the world. The storv opens with President Trudent critically 111. His death is hastened by the receipt of a message from Count von Werdensteln of Oermany that he has at lost succeeded In penetrating the rays. Dying, lie warns nls daughter Astra that this means a for Invasion. He tells her to hurry to the Island of Clrynlth. but dies before he J"nn tell the location of the place Astra l* nominated for the presidency by the continental party. CHAPTER III. The Ring. Thursday afternoon at four o'clock the clay abode of the man whoso death was mourned by the continent re turned to ashes. The mournful pro cession started toward the cremato rium from the chapel of the Crvstal Palace. Hardens had been devastated to furnish flowers; the streets were carpeted with blooms. Immediately following the coffin rode his only rela tive, the daughter of Hannibal Pru dent, In an open carriage. Her pale face epokn of sleepless nights and many tears, but her eyes \ now were dry, her classic face calm and her carriage like that of a queen And a queen she was. not by the right of birth or inheritance, but by the divine might that inhabited her superb body. Astra's mind was dazed frr?m the loss of sleep and the pomp of the fu neraj ceremony, and her nerves were well-nigh exhausted by the time she arrived at her crystal home. As she slowly mounted the steps her loss over whelmed her; she had not fully real ized it before. She went at onco to her boudoir, locked the door and, throwing herself on a couch, sobbed bitterly. Her mind reverted to the past when the great man she had lost had played with the little girl of five years—with her; he was an old man even then; but oh. how dearly she had loved him. Her meditations were terminated ab ruptly by the entrance of old John, who brought the card of Napoleon Edi son. ”1 promised to recelvo him, did I not?” Indeed, madam,” bowed the serv ant. She thought for a moment. '‘Take him to my father’s library; I "will see him there.” V* hen Napoleon Rdison entered the 1 room he found Astra sitting before the broad desk. He Btoppod before her w'ifh a low bow. ‘I have ihe honor to greet you, Miss Prudent.” The girl looked Into the fare of the tall, handsome man and saw in his large gray eyes an immeasurable cour age. The strong, wellshaped nose ■curved over a pleasant mouth that softened the stern expression of the eyeg The high, broad forehead was • haded by dark brown hair. The broad • houlders and the sinewy, muscular form all gave evidence of strength, endurance and energy. The girl did not answer for a few sec onds; some strange power had cart Its • pell over her while she studied this man. She recognized him as the man who had talked so prophetically at the contlnentallsts' meeting In the old Hip podrome. flood evening, Mr. Edison." she said at last in her low pleasant voice. The man thought It the sweep it voice he had ever heard Then she added; "Will you kindly he seated'" The young man sat down without speaking, and Astra asked "You wished to see me; may I ask you, sir, why?” The expressive face of the voting man showed a shade of disappoint ment as he replied fjtilckly "I was under the Impression that you expected me, madam, but It < ems that 1 have been misled However, f can fell my mission In a P w words.” He rested his eyes on the girl s face and seemed still expectant, but the cairn, beautiful fn< ■« did not change He continued "The main object of my rail it this " He took a small Jewel box from his pocket, and, opening it, placed it on the desk before Astra Resting on the purple pad In the box was a sparkling white object, a small ring In the form of a spiral; one piece of scroll woven Info a shape that formed fh« •■tter "A" to take the place of flu Jewel. No Jewel decorated the ring; the material It was made of was more bril liant. than diamonds; It sparkled in all the colors of the rainbow, notwith standing its smooth surface Astra could not repress an exclama tion of surprise "Ah, how beautiful!” She leaned ovpr the desk Admiring the weaving colors. Edison shilled slightly and waited un til the girl was ready to turn from the dazzling ring to him. She took the ring in her hand and saw that, it waH as transparent, clear and colorless as crystal; without that sparkling efTect It would have been Invisible. She slowly laid It down again and looked questloningly at the man sit ting before her. She did not know that while she was admiring the ring his eyes had rested on her yearningly, expressing love and admiration. Or was it adoration? He smiled strangely at her and said: "If I read your questioning gaze aright, you want to know the meaning of my gift, a gift that I have brought, from afar for the daughter of Hanni bal Prudent." He placed a peculiar accent on the last four words. "I thank you, sir. very much," she replied. "It is a present for you. and through you to the whole American continent." Astra'H face expressed surprise. “I will have to be more explicit. I will have to tell you more about It. May I ask you to let me have the ring for a moment?" She handl'd It to Edison with a gra. clous movement of her slender hand. He took It from her, and. grasping It firmly with both hands, he pulled It apart; It yielded like rubber and jumped hack to ita former size when he released It. Then he let It drop on the polished desk; it sounded like glass. "What do you think of that. Miss Prudent?” "It is wonderful.” "Indeed it is, and more: It carries the solution of aerial navigation, mak ing the aerial crafts as safe as your chair. It makes war on land or sea absolutely Impossible. It strikes the word ‘distance’ from the dictionary. What do you think of it?” Astra’H face took on an expression full of faith and thankfulness; her eyes eeemed to look far up to the power that moves worlds and creates new stars ‘You—you have come to our aid; jHiace and happiness will still reign over our continent. God has sent you to me in this trying moment.” Tear drops trembled on her long eye lashes like drops of dew on a flower. When the moment of enthueiam had passed they sat again calmly opposite to each other. This time Astra spoke: “My dear Mr. Edison! You have not proved what you claim can be done, but the way you said It con vinced roe that you have the power to do it. In other words, I trust you and believe in you implicitly. Women know much by instinct, and my intui tion has never led me astray. ‘ I recognized you at once as the man who spoke at the Continentaliste’ meeting, trying to encourage the masses and give them heart to brave approaching events. "As you know, the Continentallsts have nominated me because I was the daughter of the man who made this continent what it is today. Now that 4 have found a man who promises as great tilings a6 you do I shall not ac cept this nomination, but will insist upon you as a candidate.” Napoleon Edison shook his head with a smile. “Miss Prudent. I appreciate what you say, but none must know about our present conversation, I have done nothing hut give you a jewel. The other things remain to be proved.” Astra looked thoughtfully at the visitor and seemed to agree. Resides,” continued Edison, “it is absolutely necessary that no one shall know what F can do. You will be elected and inaugurated the 4th of March this coming year. This is the 15th of September. The isolator now existing will last until the coming summer and you will hear from me between now and then; indeed, you can depend on me when the crucial I ^ > Some Strange Power Had Cast Its SpeP Over Her While She Studied the Man. moment arrives, if you will permit in*' I will report whenever I ran; that will tint be Oftrn. 1 will supply you with Information from time to time ae to what is point* on on the other side, and suggestions that you ran use, if you desire, for defense, should It prove net» ssary." Kdlson stopped for a s rond, hit his Up thoughtfully, then rose. "f have finished my duty for the present. You don’t know, Vflss I'm dent, how much I appreciate the fart that you look upon my Intentions with approval, Intuitively knowing that they are noble and the outgrowth of your father’s teachings. 1 am sorry I came too late to tell him the good news- that war is destined to lose Its foothold throughout the world.1' "I hope It wTTl cease forever,” Inter rupted Miss Prudent. "The element that ring is made of will drive It from land and from sea, but carries it into the air.” "But If no one knows the secret? ’ “There are no, secrets. Miss Pru dent; there are many things we don't know yet, but there are no secrets. Nature Is an open book to those who can read and understand.” "Again you are right, Mr. Edison.” "Then, with your permission, I will go. 1 hope that the service I am of fering to our continent will be accept ed as freely as I am offering it." "I can assure you of that, as the nominee for the presidential chair." She offered her hand again and Napo leon Edison kissed it reverently. He bowed once more and started toward | if1** door. Miss Prudent hesitated a moment—a question was on her lips— hut as she hesitated It wu* too late; the visitor was gone. t’irynith—Cirynith!" she sighed, more than uttered, and looked at the chair that had n short moment ago hold that splendid man. It seemed to her as though the Btranger had carried away something —something?—what? She did not know She sut down before the desk and taking the ring in her hand looked at it, and finally she. slipped it on her finger. It fitted perfectly. T hen shp looked at It more closely and saw some small tracings on It She could not distinguish the lines with her unaided eyes, so took a mag nlfylng glass and exumlne.d it curious ly. A cry of Joy left her lips as she ! deciphered the slrange word "CMry nith." By some coincidence Naiioleon Edi son, emerging from the portal, again 1 encountered the man he had met three days before; the only difference was that this t'me he was leaving and Am I brosio Hale was coming. The? tall man with those ferret-like i eye«, fox nose and brittle1 mustache was evidently surprised., As he passed the porter’s gate he? asked who the* 1 stranger was. The porte?r could not remember, hut it was a name that made him think of Napoleon; whethor it was Bonaparte or Caesar he could ! not recall. Mr. Hale.* was received in the green room. Antra had a peculiar dislike for that j color, not in nature, hut in furnish ings and clothing, and generally re ceived people ehe did not like in the green room. That room had a de pressing effect on her mentality, and I Hie people who visited her there soon left. I have come this time, my dear As tra, to congratulate you. ! wanted to be the first. You are nominated by . the continentalists, and there is no | doubt but you will be elected; there j Is hardly any opposition on the sec i tionists* part. Whom could they put ; up against you, my dear Astra?" He pressed the hand of the girl warmly, lie knew that he had to win her love or he would never reach the goal he was longing for. I wish you would consider me your i very best friend, my dear. Consult me ; any time you please. Your wisdom | and judgment iH great. The whole continent is looking at you as the deliverer; still, once in a while the word of an experienced statesman will help.” "Indeed, Mr. Hale. I assure you lhr»t if I over need your kindly offered he lp I will call on you.” The intimate conversation did not last long, as other visitors arrived and ' spoiled Ambrosio Hale's ardently ! longed for opportunity. Before Astra fell asleep, she kissed the glittering ring on which the word t'irynith was faintly engraved. That evening Napoleon Edison, ac companied by his short friend, sat in a compartment of the fourteen-hour Frisco limited, flying toward the West.; the train that, was shot through the lube by comprised air was ho perfect that not a rumble was heard, or a quiver felt. Napoleon Edison bent over an out spread plan showing an object of pe culiar construction. His companion watched him for a while, then foil asleep. Edison looked at the fat man's nodding head, and turned the light lower, so that It fell only on his blueprints. lie sat studying those lines that ran straight, curved and oblique; they formed a picture that was not Intend ed—the outlines, the details of a se | rene, strong face—Astra's. The train shot steadily toward the Holden Hate. fTO BE CONTINt" ED.) Bound to Have His Joke. ■Token al>oiit the slowness of frnfn*. especially here in the south, said an Atlanta railway man, alxo tire mo a b>t by their ancientness; hut I heard a new and good one not long ago. I* seem* that trains are always slow and far between on a branch line in .Mis tsisslppl Nobody kno«‘ rti 1h better than the people at the Junction, except I the people on the line Itself One day fh< newsdealer came to trie grinning A fellow from the other end of tty* line Juk* said a funny thing," he re marked. "He had missed his train and there wasn't another for two hours He came to my stall to buy Koine reading matter to while away the time He asked for a Jok* book, and I didn't have any. Then In- poked | around for a while and sold: ‘Weil. I guess I'll take a time table in* stead' ' -Judge. Hug* Electric Furn«c*r If Is expected that *he electrical fur. naces of the American Iron and Steel , company, at Lebanon, Pa.. will b* jn full operation In the course of a year I'he furnaces will be of from 20 to 25 tons capacity, and be the largest plant pant of the Kind In the country. There will also be standard blooming and . billet mills, with an annual capacity i of 80,000 tona. OHIO WOMAN RECOVERS AFTER STOMACH TORTURE Mrs. Nora Britton is well known In Caldwell. O., where she has lived for some time. Her many friends, who know' the suffering she has endured from stomach trouble are marveling at the sudden and astonishing im provement in her condition. Mrs. Britton credits her good for tune to a trial of Mayr’s Wonderful Remedy, and describes her experience as follows: "For four years I suffered, no one knows what. I had six doctors but received no benefit. One said it was catarrh of the Btomach, another rec ommended an operation. I had given up all hope when I saw an advertise ment of Mayr’s Wonderful Remedy and decided to try it- Thank God. re lief came at last. I can’t say enough for it. I am pleased and thankful. I am recommending it to every person I meet, suffering with this ailment.” Mayr's Wonderful Remedy gives per manent resdlts for stomach, liver and intestinal ailments. Eat qb much and whatever you like. No more distress after eating, pressure of gas in the stomach and around the heart. Get one bottle of your druggist now and try it on an absolute guarantee- If not satis factory money will be returned.—Adv. His Overtime. *r see you claim one hour’s over time, Bill,” said the master of the mill. "How’s that? I thought no one worked overtime this week.” Bill passed a horny hand across his mouth. "Quite right, guv’nor.” he replied. 'One hour’s mo due.” The master regarded him suspi ciously. "Come, when was it?” he inquired. “I.ast Thursday.” responded Bill. "I was sent up to your owu ’ouse to ’elp shake the carpets.” "Yes; I remember that distinctly,” cut in the boss; "but you got off at six sharp.” “Ah, that's true, guv'nor. rs far as it goes,” assented the man; "but your missus give me a ’alf a meat pie to take 'onip, an' that there hour is for bringln* the dish back!”—Saille Her rick. Ontario Fathoms Deep. The boy yawned over his geography. “How deep is the ocean?" he in quired. pointing to the center of the Paciiic. “Thousands of fathoms, my son— thousands.” “Well, how much is a fathom?” "A fathom is—er—er—are you look ing at the Pacific? Well, your Uncle Karl years ago was shipwrecked in the Pacific and the pirates came out after him, and the cannibals—but I’m too busy now to tell you the story. Run along to bed.” Heir. Not a Gale. The guide suddenly halted the party of Americans. “Ah, there comes the heir to the throne,” he said, removing his hat as a royal equipage appeared. The little boy of the party nudged his mother and whispered: "Did ho take off his hat for fear the air would blow it off?” Every spinster knows of at least a dozen men who might have married her If— Canada is Callin&Yba to her RiehWheat Lands She extends to Americans a hearty in vitation to settle on her FREE Home stead lands of 160 acres each or secure some of the low priced lands in Mani toba, Saskatchewan and Alberta. This year wheat is higher but Canadian land just as cheap, so the opportunity is more attractive than ever. Canada wants you to help to feed the world by tilling some of her soil—land similar to that which during many years has averaged 20 to 45 bushels of wheat to the acre. Think what you , can make with wheat kround $1 a bushel and land so easy to get. Wonderful yields aJso of Oats. Barley and Flax. Mixed farming is fully as profitable an industry as grain growing. The Government this year is asking farmers to put increased acreage into grain. Military service is not com pulsory in Canada but there is a great demand for farm labor to replace the many young men who have volunteered for service. The climate is healthful and agreeable, railway facilities excellent, good schools and churches convenient. Write for literature and particulars as to reduced railway rates to Superintendent Immigration, Ottawa, Canada, or to ALMOST MADE HIM MISS IT Of Course Wife Was to Blame Be cause Opportunity Nearly Got Away From the Man. Opportunity knocked twice at the man's door and was about to knock a third time when the door was hurried ly opened by a woman. “Where is the man?” said Opportu- ] nlty. "Come*. I've no time to lose." “You're the very one he's looking for.” said the woman. “Hut— he’s oc cupied.” “You’re his wife, aren’t you, Tell him to come." “He won’t believe me. He’ll think I’m mistaken. He’ll think you are someone else.” “Oh, please don't go. I’ll tell him. I’ll try to convince him who you are. Give me a little time.” “That Isn’t my fault. I’ve done my duty. Good-day.” Just at this moment the man rushed out and grabbed Opportunity. Then he turned roughly to his wife. “Why didn’t you let me know she was knocking?” he said. “Why, she almost got away. Just like you!"— Life. Not Asking Much. “So you are ambitious to have a little garden?’’ "Yes." “You ought to get a lot of pleasure out of it.” “I don’t expect to get any pleasure out of it, but if I can get a few beets and turnips in return for a great deal of hard work I’ll be satisfied " Her Objection. “So Maude has come back from the front as a Itcd Cross nurse?” "Yes, indeed. She said if she did all tHe horrid things they wanted her to do, she would have been a perfect sight whenever the photographers for the papers came around. So she quit." It is a custom among the women of Java to chew betel nuts, which dis colors the teeth, giving them the look of black varnish. SUBJECT FOR BILL NYE’S WIT Humorist Made Bright Verse Out of Question Theatrical People Come to Dread. Anybody connected with the amuse ment world will tell you that the dead liest and moat maddening question is. “Where do you go from here?” Bill Nye, touring the country with James Whitcomb Riley, had a great many one-night stands to visit, and came to suffer acutely through the insistent repetition of this booh query. At last ho wrote the appended verse, which, it is believed, never found life la print: “Where do you go from here?” asks the landlord of our hotel. And “Where do you go from here?" asks the boy who answers the bell. And “Where do you go from here.* Oh! Lord, aad “Where do you go from here?” Till In fancy we stand at the last com mand, quaking with suddc-n fear. And St. Peter says, “Oh, you’re those lecturers. Where do you go from here?" A Tale Often Told. “Society is just now alllicted with a new species of bore.” “Still another?” "It’s the young woman who tells everybody site meets how the war in Europe prevented her iron- finishing her musical education.” Accoyntlng for Tastes Bacon—I see expert French butter tasters claim they can perceive the flavor of the soil over which cattle feed. Egbert—Must have sort of a taste of shrapnel now’. , Just That. "That fellow certainly can make a great speech.” “That so? Then why doesn’t he?” It makes some men almost as mad to have people tell 11<A; about them as It does If they tell the truth. An engagement ring is a girl's id*# of a round of pleasure. Hello Daddy Please don’t forget to bring home some Post Toasties and I’ll have a good hug and kiss for you. Grocers everywhere sell Post Toasties W. S. NETHEBY, Room 02, In. ternrban Sin. Bldg., Columbus, O. Canadian Government A Kent.