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i Doubloons \ TREASURE ISLAND. Well, here’* anew kind of "Treasure liland” —m kind that Stevenson himself would chuckle over, could he come hack to read it. And by a wo man, too! So, ns you may easily imagine, it’s different from the rank and file of thn many stories about treasure islands. Just the same, it’s a real treasure island story—an unin habited island, adventurers who have adventures, rn yste r y , treachery, violence and Spanish doubloons And this time, for good measure, love and ro mance and humor are thrown in. The author, Camilla Kenyon, was horn in San Francisco, with a legend of a buccaneer ances tor in the family. She says she sometimes thinks the old rover’s soul may have got by mistake Into her earthly frame. Any way, she always has doted on sea tales of adventure —and now she has written one of her own that’s better reading than most of those she has read. Yes; it’s sure different—the red-heeded heroine tells the story herself I An interesting young person with a yarn that will keep you reading far be yond bedtime. *—■■■■ 0 CHAPTER I. An Aunt Errant. Never had life seemed more fnir and smiling than at the moment when Aunt Jane's letter descended upon me like a holt from the blue. The fact Is. I was taking a vacation from Aunt Jane. Being an orphan, 1 was sup posed to he under Aunt Jane’s wing, hut this was the merest polite Action, tmd 1 am sure that no hen with one chicken worries about It more than 1 did about Aunt Jane. I had spent the last three years, since Aunt Susan died and left Aunt Jane with all the money and no one to look after hut me, In snatching her from tin* brink of disaster. Her most recent and nar row escape was from a velvet ttmgued person of half her years who turned out to he a com!<•( on parole. She had her handling packed for the elopement when I confronted her with this unpleasant fact. When she came to she wun hitter instead of grateful, nnd went about for weeks presenting ii spectacle of blighted affections which was too much for the most self npprovlng conscience. So it ended with my packing her off to New York, where I wrote to her frequently and jiimlly, urging her not to mind me hut to slay as long ns she liked. Meanwhile I came up to the ranch 1 for a long holiday with Bess and Hie baby, a holiday which had already stretched Itself out to Thanksgiving, and threatened to lust until t’hrisi -11108. As Aunt Jane, my state of mind was fatuously ealm. She was stay lug with eouslns, who live In a suburb and are frightfully respectable. I was sure they numbered no eonvlets among their acquaintance, or indeed liny one from whom Aunt Jam* was likely to require rescuing. And If it came to a retired missionary 1 was perfectly willing. But the cousins and their respect ability are of the passive order, where at to manage Aunt June demands ag gressive and continuous action, lienee the bolt from the blue above alluded to. I was swinging tranquilly In the hammock, I remember, when ‘Bess brought my letters nnd then hurried away because the baby had fallen downstairs. Unwarned by the slight est premonitory thrill, I kept Aunt Jane’s letter till the last and skimmed through all the others. At last I came to Aunt June. 1 ripped open the envelope and drew out the letter—-a fat one, hut then Aunt Jane's letters are always fat. Nevertheless, as I spread out the close-filled pages I felt a mild wonder. Writing so large, so black, so stag gering. so madly underlined, must In dicate something above even Aunt June’s usual emotional level. Per haps In sober truth there was n mis sionary— Twenty minutes later I staggered Into Hess’ room. "Hush!" she said. “Don't wake the baby !’* "Baby or no baby." I whispered sav agely. “I've got to have n llme-tnble. 1 leave for the city tonight to catch the Arst steamer for Panama!" Later, while the baby slumbered and I packed. 1 explained. This was ill (lieu It; not that Bess is ns a gen eral thing obtuse, hut because the pic ture of Aunt Jane embarking for some wild, lone Isle of the Pacific as the hefld of a treasure seeking expe dition was enough to shake the strong est Intellect. And yet amid the wel ter of Ink and eloquence which tilled those fateful pages, there was the cold bard fact confronting you. Aunt Jane was going to look for buried treasure. In con puny with one Vlole IliggU shy Browne, whom she sprung on you wl’hout the slightest explanation, as (hough alluding to the queen of Sheha Ot tin* Siamese twins. By beginning ut the end and reading bark ward — Aunt June's letters an* usually most intelligible that way—you managed to piece together Horne explanation of this Mlmm Hlggleshy-Browne nnd her place In tin* scheme of things. Ii was through Miss Browne. whom she had met at a lecture upon Soul -Develop intuit, Mmf Aunt Jane hail com© to realize hi*r claims as an Individual upon tin* Cosmos, also to discover that aha was hy nature a woman of af falph with a talent for directing large enterprises, although adverse Infill* enees had hitherto kept her from rec ognizing her powers; There was n dark significance in these “adverse in fluenccs," though whether they mean! me or the family lawyer I was not wire. Miss I Ilggleshy-Browne, however, had assisted A tint .lane to find herself, and as a consequence Aunt June, for the eomparnlively trifling outlay need ful to llunnee the Harding -Browne ex pedition, would shortly he the richer hy one fourth of a vast treasure of Spanish doubloons. The knowledge of this hoard was Miss lllggleshy Browne’s alone. It had been revealed to tier hy a dying sailor in a London hospital, whither she had gone on a mission of kindness you gathered that Miss Browne was precisely the sort to take advantage when people were helpless and unable to fly from her. Why the dying sailor chose to make Miss Browne the repository of his secret, I don’t know —this still re mains for me the unsolved mystery. But when the sailor closed his eyes the secret and the map of course there was a map had become Miss lllggleshy Brow lie’s. Miss Browne now had clear before her the road to fortune, hut unfortu nately It led across the sea and quite out of the route of steamer travel. Capital in excess of Miss Browne’s re sources was required. London prov ing cold before Its great opportunity, Miss Browne had shaken off its dust and come to New York, where a mys teriously potent Influence had guided tier to Aunt Jane. Through Miss ,r 11 >TI mm “I Must Get to Panama in Time to Save Her/* Browne’s great organizing abilities, j not to speak of those newly brought to light In Aunt Jane, a party of stanch comrades had been assembled, a steamer engaged to meet them at Panama, and It was ho, for tin* Island In the blue Pacific main! With this lyrical outburst Aunt Jane concluded the body of her letter. A small cramped postscript Informed me that It was against Miss H.-B.’s wishes that sin* revealed their plans to anyone, hut that she did want to hear from me before they sailed from Panama, where a letter might reach her If I was prompt. “Ami of course." 1 explained to Bess ns I hurled things Into ray hugs, “If a letter can roach her so can I. At least I must take the chance of It. What those people are up to 1 don’t know*— probably they mean to hold her for ransom and murder her outright If It Is not forthcoming. Or perhaps some of them will marry her nnd share the spoils with Miss lllggleshy-Browne. Anyway, 1 must get to Panama In time to save her." “Or you might go along to the Island," suggested Bess. 1 paused to glare at her. i “Bess! And let them murder me. too?” “Or marry you—“ cooed Bess. One month Inter I was climbing out of a lumbering hack before the Tivoli hotel, which rises square nnd white and Imposing on the low green height above the old Spanish city of Pan ama. In spite of tlie melting trop ical heat there was n chill fear at my heart, the fear that Aunt Jane and her hand of treasure-seekers had al ready departed on their quest. 1 crossed the broad gallery and j lunged Into ttie cool dimness of tin* lobby In the wake of the bellboys who. discerning u help'css prey, had swooped en masse upon my hags. “Miss Jane Harding?" repeated the EAST MISSISSIPPI TIMES, STAEKSVILLE, MISSISSIPPI clerk, and nt the cool negation of hi* tone my heart gave a sickening down ward swoop, “Miss Jane Harding and party have left the hotel I” “For the Island?*’ I gasped, lie raised his eyebrow*. “Can’t say. I’m sine.” lie gave me an ap praising stare. Perhaps the woe In rny faee tom bed him. for he descend ed from the eminence of the hotel clerk where he dwelt apart sufficient ly to add, “Is It Important that you should see her?” “I am her niece. I have come all the way from San Francisco expect ing to Join her here.” The clerk meditated, his shrewd eyes piercing the very secrets of my soul. “She knew nothing about It,** I has tened to add. “I intended It for n surprise.’* This candor helped my cause.. "Well,** he said, “that explains her not leaving any word. As you are her niece. I suppose It will do no harm to tell you that Miss Harding and her party embarked this morning on the freighter Unfits Smith, and I think It very likely that the steamer has riot left port. If you like I will send a man to the water-front with you and you may he able to go on hoard and have s talk with your aunt.” Did I thank him? I have often wondered when I waked up In tin night. I have a vision of myself dashing out of the hotel, and then the hack that brought me Is hearing me away. Ilellhoys hurled ray hags ia after me, and I threw thym largess recklessly. Madly we clattered over cobbled ways. Out on the smooth waters of the roadstead lay ships great and small, ships with stripped masts and smokeless funnels, others with faint gray spirals wreathing up ward from their stacks. Was one of these the Unfits Smith, and would I reach her—or him—before the thin gray feather became a thick black plume? I thought of my aunt at the mercy of these unknown adventurers j with whom she had set forth, help- 1 less as a little fat pigeon among hawks, and I felt, desperately, that I must reach her. must save her from them and bring her safe hack to ; shore. How I was to do this at the , eleventh hour, plus about flfty-rfeven , minutes, as at present, I hadn’t con- i sldered. Uut experience had taught | me that once In my clutches Aunt Jane would offer about as much re sistance as a slightly melted wax doll. She gets so soft that you are almost afraid to touch her for fear of leav ing dents. So to get there, get there, gel there, wits the one prayer of my soul. T got there, in n boat hastily com- , mandeered by the hotel clerk’s dep- I illy. Wc brought tip under the aide of the little steamer, and tin* wide j surprised fact* of a Swedish deck hand stared down at us. “Lei me pboard! I must come aboard.*’ I cried. Other faces appeared, then n rope- I ladder. Somehow I was mounting It —a dizzy feat to which only the tu mult of my emotions made me Indif ferent. Dare brawny arms of sailors clutched at me and drew me to the deck. There at once I was the cen ter of a circle of speechless and aston- ■ Ishcd persona, all men but one. “Well?” demanded a large breezy , voice. “What’s this mean? What do you want aboard my ship?” I looked up at a red-faced man In a large straw hat. “I want my aunt,” I explained. “Your aunt?” he roared. “Why the devil should you think I’ve got your aunt?” “You have got her.” I replied with firmness. "T don’t see her, but she’s here somewhere.” The captain of the Rufus Smith shook two large red lists above his head. “Another lunatic!** he shouted. “I’d ns soon have a white horse and a min ister aboard as go to sea in a floating bedlam 1” As the captain’s angry thunder died away came the small, anxious voice of Aunt Jane. "What’s the matter? Oh. please tell me what’s the matter!” she was say ing as she edged her way Into the group. Her eyes, round, pale, blink ing a little In the tropical glare, roved over the circle until they lit on me. Right where she stood Aunt Jane petrified. Her poor little chin dropped until It disappeared altogether In the folds of her plump neck, and she re mained speechless, stricken. Immobile as a wax figure In an exhibition. "Aunt Jnrib.” I said, "you must come right hack to shore with me." I spoke calmly, for unless you are perfectly calm with Aunt Jane you fluster her. She replied only by a slight gob bling In her throat, hut the other woman spoke In a loud voice, ad dressed not to me but to the universe in general. “The Young Person Is mad!” It was nn unmistakably ItrltNh intonation. "Anybody th-l ain't foin* in that direction it welcome to ji >np overboard.** I* iiU U wv.viiMUU I ; —~ =| Law and Order Is Shield of Business and Is Its Only Security By H. M. DAUGHERTY, U. S. Attorney Genera’. Because of 100 years of practically uncontrolled f freedom of conduct, large corporations and aggrega i L*m. *' onß persons and capital have resented the inter* t ference of laws regulating them in the interest of the i people as a whole. This has been a mistaken attitude. \ •*—” and order is the shield of business and its only security. The attitude of contempt for law, resulting in an effort to evade and violate it, is suicidal to busi hess, for it removes its only support. Business should gjjsJ see that its security lies in obedience to law; that the whole doctrine of private property depends upon law; that law violation is contagious, and therefore that all other classes of | society can adopt toward property and the persons who own it the same methods and the same attitude. Unscrupulous business methods in violation of law, an attitude that the power of wealth lifts its owners above the law so that they can defy j it with impunity, arouse a spirit of resentment in society. A prejudice is created not only against immediate acts of law violation, but also against I its very existence and lawful operations. The attitude at times of big business, that it is above the law. has also | stimulated the spirit in the public that lawlessness must be met by law lessness; that one unlawful act by an element of society must be chal lenged and met by another unlawful act. This, of course, breeds a grow ing disrespect for law. These acts of lawlessness are contagious, so that the law violator all along the line thinks that he is only following the 1 example set for him by those agencies of business that were strong enough and well enough intrenched to violate the law’ with impunity. The hold-up man is the counterpart of the profiteer. The lawlessness of labor is the counterpart of the lawlessness of capital. The lawless employee is always an apt pupil of a lawless employer. “Above All the Political Chaos in Germany the American Flag—” By MRS. BORDEN HARRIMAN, in New York Herald. Above all the political chaos in Germany the American flag floats above Coblenz, on the mediicval fortress of Ehrenbreitstein. As it stands out against the blue sky over those massed cliff-like walls it gives a most wonderful impression of youth and power—“with malice toward none, with charity to all, with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right.” Verily the world does move. Under that New World emblem flying above the ancient Old World symbol of grim fear and force and hatred there is being enacted what may go down in history as an epoch-making drama—the American occupation. lleie in the busy little town of Coblenz the streets are full of stalwart, ruddy-faced American boys—l3,ooo there are in the area. And because of the kindness and consideration of these soldier boys to native chil dren the parents have become tolerant and even friendly to the Americans. This army and the spirit of its administration form the keystone that i is holding the whole fabric of the occupation together by trying to prove that idealism and altruism are, after all, the most practical things in the world ns applied to human affairs. Comparatively Few Families Have Lost Their Only Breadwinners By J. J. DAVIS, U. S. 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