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Spanish Kenyon I * i i Doubloons— i 9 (CHAPTER Vlll—Continued.) —ll— unlqiif* proriMMllnjc on (’ooklo’H part norc'MHurlly awoke ili# Inlerent fioth of lhf recovered ('iilhlierl Vmir. JiiHt emerging lifter his prolonged hliiiiilmth, mid of llie trio who had at that moment relumed from the wood*. ImiHirtuned for HD explanation, Cookie uroae from his devotional posture und put the portentous query: "Mlstah Vane, sail, he dey any firop nh coinn wood on dl.s yere IslandV” Instantly connecting my absence with (his terrible question. Aunt June shrieked mid fell Into the arms of Aunt Jane Shrieked and Fall Into the Armi of Mr. Tubbt. Mr. Tubbs. 1 got the story from Cuthbert Vami, umj 1 must say I was unpleasantly struck by the facility* with which my aunt seemed to have fallen Into Mr. Tubbs' embrace —ns If will) the ease of habit. Mr. Tubbs, It appeared, had staggered a Utile un der Ids fair burden, whleh was not to he wondered at, for Aunt June Is of an overflowing style of figure and Mr. Tubbs mom remarkable for brain than brawn. Violet, however, remained ad mirably culm, and exhorted Aunt Jane to remember that whatever happened It was all for the best. “Poor Violet,” I commented. “To think that, after all, It didn't happen!" A slow flush rose to the cheeks of the beautiful youth. He was sitting beside the hnmmuok, where I was sup posed to be recuperating. "It would have happened, though," said the Honorable Cuthbert solemn ly, "If II hadn't been for old Shaw. I can't get over It, Vlr—Miss Virginia, that I wasn’t on deek myself, you know. Here's old Dugald been doing the heroic all his life, and now be gels Ids chance again while I'm Bleep ing on" those bally coconuts. It's bard on a chap. I—l wish It bad been me.” However dubious bis grammar, there was no mistaking the look that bright ened like the dawn In tlje depths of his clear eyes. My breath went from me suddenly. "Ob," 1 cried excitedly, "Isn’t that —yes. 1 thought It was the dinner gong 1" For. ns If In response to my dire need, the clang of Cookie's gong •choed through the Island silences. CHAPTER IX. What Crusoe and I Found. When after those poignant momenta In the boat I met Dugnld Shaw In commonplace fashion at the table, a sudden, queer, altogether unprece dented shyness seised me. I sal look ing down at my plate with the gnucherie of a silly child. During the meal Mr. Shaw asked Captain Magnus If he had had good sport mi the other side of the Island. Captain Magnus, ns usual, had seemed to feel that time consecrated to eat ing was wasted In conversation. At this point-blank question he started con fusedly, stuttered, and finally ex plained that though he had taken a ride he had carried along pistol cartridges, so hud come home with an empty bag. At this moment I happened to he looking at Cookie, who was setting down a dish before Mr. Tubbs. The negro started visibly, and rolled his eyes at Captain Magnus with aston ishment depleted In every dusky fea ture. He said nothing, although wout to take part la our conversation us It suited him, hut I saw him shake h!s great grinded head In a disturbed and puzzled fashion us he turned away. After this a chill settled on the ta ble. You felt a disturbance in the air, as though wireless currents were crossing and recrosslag In general con fusion. Ah I passed Cookie at his dishpaa, after dinner, a sudden thought struck me. "Cookie,* I remarked, "you had a frlglufuhy iieer look just now when Captain Magnus told about having taken the wrong cartridges. What Wes Urn mailer?' Cookie look Ids bands out of the wa ter and wiped oIT the suds, cnsllng about sleallby and mysterious glances. Then lie rolled a dubious eye at me. "What was It, Cookie?” I urged. “War am Cup'n now?" "Down on the beach; be can't possi bly hear you.” "You won't say nothin' to git Cookie In n rumpus?" “Cross my heart to die. Cookie." “Well, den"—Cookie spoke In a hoarse whisper—"Cup'n say he forglt In Hike his gun cu’trldges. Miss Jinny, when he come back, I see him empty bis gun ea’trldges oilt’n bis belt and pul back bis pistol cartridges. So dere now 1" I turned from Cookie, too surprised to -qa-nk. Why bud Captain Magnus been at [inlns to Invent a lie about so trivial a matter? I recalled, too. that Mr. Shaw's ipiestliiii had confused him. that he had hesitated ami stammered before answering It. Why? Was he a bad shot and ashamed of It? Had be preferred to say that he had taken the wrong ammunition rather than ad mit that he could get no bag? That must be Hie explanation, because there was no other. Certainly no Imagina ble errand but Hie one assigned could have taken Hie captain tn Hie other side of the Island. Several days went by. and still the treasure was unround. (If course, us the unexplored space In the cave con tracted, so dally the probability grew stronger that Fortune would shed her golden smile upon us before night. Nevertheless, It seemed to me that Hie optimistic spirits of most were begin ning to flag a little. Only Mr. Shaw, though banned as a continued doubter and [lesslmlst, now by Hie exercise of 1 will kept the others to their task. As for Captain Magnus, his restlessness was manifest. Several times he bad suggested blowing Hie lid oft the Island with dynamite as the shortest method of getting at Hie gold. He was always vanishing on solitary excursions In land. Mr. Tubbs remarked, scornfully, that a man with a nose for money ought to have smelled out the chest before tills, hut If Ills own nasal pow ers were of that character he did not ofl'er to employ them In the service of the expedition. Miss Hlgglesby- Browne, however, had taken to retir ing to the but for long private sessions with herself. My mint reverentially explained their purpose. The hiding place of Hie chest being of course known to the Universal Wisdom, all Violet bad to do was to put herself In harmony and the knowledge would he hers. The difficulty was that you had first to overcome your Mundane Consciousness, To accomplish this Violet was struggling In the hut. After my meeting with Captain Mag nus In the- forest, Lookout ridge was barred to me. Crusoe and I must do our rambling in other directions. This being so, I bethought me again of the wrecked sloop lying under the • cliffs on the north shore of the cove. I remembered that there hud seemed I Made Out a Word Here and There. to hi 1 a way down the cliffs, 1 re solved to visit the sloop again. The terrible practicability of the beautiful youth made It difficult to Indulge In ro mantic muslngs In his presence. And to me a derelict brings a keener tang of romance than tiny other relic of man’s multitudinous and futile striv ings. The descent of the gully proved an easy matter, and soon I was on the sand beside the derelict. Sand had heaped up around her hull, and filled her cockpit level with the rail, and drifted down the companion, stuffing the little cabin nearly to the roof. Only the bow rose free from the white smother of sand. Whatever wounds there were In her burled sides were h’dden. Yon felt that some wild et price of the storm had lifted her and set her down here, not 100 rough ly, then whirled away and left her to the sand. Crusoe slipped Into the narrow apace *AST MISSISSIPPI TIMES. STARKS VILLE, MISSISSIPPI under (lie roof of the cabin, and 1 leaned Idly down to watch him through a warped scum between the planks. Then I found that I was looking, not at Crusoe, but Into a little dim In closure like n locker, In which some small object faintly caught the light. With a revived hope of finding relics, I got out my knife—a present from ('litldlert Vane—ami set briskly to work widening the scam. I penetrated finally Into a small locker or cubby hole, set In the angle under the roof of the cabin, and, us subsequent Investigation showed, so placed as to attract no notice from the casual eye. 1 ascertained this by lying down and wriggling my head and shoulders Into the cabin. In oth er words, I had happened on a little private depository, in which the own er of the sloop might stow away cer tain small matters that concerned him Intimately. Yet the contents of the locker at first seemed trifling. They were an old-fashioned chased silver shoe-buckle, and a brown-covered man uscript book. , The book had suffered much from dampness, whether of rains or the wash of the sea. I seated myself on the cabin roof, extracted a hairpin, and began carefully separating the close written pages. The first three or four were quite Illegible, the Ink having run. Then the writing became clear er. I made out a word here and there: "....directions vague....my grand father man a nitllan but.,..no mo tive... .police of Havana... .frightful den... .grandfather made sure....reg istry... .Honny Lass....” And at that 1 gave n small excited shriek which brought Crusoe to me In a hurry. What had he to do, the writer of this Journal, what hud he to do with the Bonny I.uss? Breathlessly I read on: “....thought captain still living hut not sure... .105 t... .Benito 80n....” I closed the book. Now, while the coast was clear, I must get back to camp. It would take hours, perhaps days, to decipher the Journal which had suddenly become of such supreme Importance. I must smuggle It unob served into my own quarters, where 1 could read at my leisure. As I set out I dropped the silver shoe-buckle Into my pocket, smiling to think that It was I who had discovered the first hit of precious metal on the Island. Yet the hook In my hand, I felt In stinctively, was of more value than many shoe-buckles. Safely In my hummock, with a pil low under which I could slip the book In case of Interruption, I resumed the reading. From this point on, although the writing was somewhat faded, It was all, with n little effort, legible. THE DIARY. "It Sampson did live to tell his secret, then any day there may he a sail In the oiling. And still 1 cannot Had It! Oh, If ray grandfather had been more worldly wise 1 If he hadn't been too Intent on the eternal welfare of the man he rescued from thy Ha vana tavern brawl to question him about his story. A cave on Leeward Island—nearby a stone marked with the letters B. 11. and a cross-bones— T told the captain,’ said the poor dy ing wretch, ‘we wouldn’t have no luck after playing It that low down on Bill I’ So I presume Bill lies under the stone. "Well, all 1 have Is In tills venture. The old farm paid for the Island Queen —or will, If I don’t get back la time to prevent foreclosure. All aiy staid New England relatives think me mad. A copra gatherer I A line ca reer for a minister's sou I Well, when 1 get home with my Spanish doub loons there will he another story to tell. I won't he poor crazy I'eler then. And Helen—oh, how often I wish I had told her everything! It was too much to ask her to trust me blindly as I did. But from that mo ment I came across the story In grand father’s old. half-forgotten diary—by the way, the diary habit seems to run In the family—a very passion of se crecy has possessed me. If I had told Helen, I should have had to dread that even In her sweet sleep she might whisper something to put that ferret, her stepmother, on the scent. Oh, Helen, trust me, trust me! “December 25. I have a calendar with me, so I am not reduced to notch ing a stick to keep track of the days. I mark off each carefully In the cal endar. If I were to forget to do this, even for a day or two, 1 believe I should quite lose track. The days are so terribly alike 1 “My predecessor here In the copra gathering business, old Helntz, really left me a very snug establishment. It was odd that I should have run across him at Panama that way. "Christmas Day! 1 wonder what they are all doing at home? (TO BE CONTINUED.) Cleaning Marble. To clean marble mix with water five parts of soda, two and a half liana of powdered chalk and two and a half part* of pumice Kune (pow dered) ; spread on the marble and wash off with soap and water. The consistency of the mixture when ap plied should be that of a (bln past*. True I | Detective Stories | I THE RED HAND | i Copyright by The Wheeler Syndicate, lac. The guards who hud charge of the London local which was | due to slop at Hackney shortly after six o’clock In the evening, were even I more Insistent than usual in their de mands one night In the summer, for the train was already late, and trying to make up time. But a cry of conster nation from one of the men who was boarding the train brought the at tendants flocking around him. “Look I” he cried, pointing through the glass of the compartment toward the cushions of the seat on the far side. My God, man! Don’t you see? They are soaked with blood I And there's a man’s walking stick and a black leather bag! Where's the oc cupant of this compartment?" That was the question which puz zled every member of the London po lice force, and especially Col. James Fraser, Head of the department. Where was the man who had very evidently been murdered In the couch? Who was he? The black bag contained no Informa tion whatever, and the walking stick was merely an ordinary one. lacking even Initials. The guard who hud charge of that car sakl that he “seemed to recall two men getting Into that compartment at Fenchurst street, In London." but he wasn't sure. When Colonel Fraser examined the car carefully, however, he found the print of a bloody hand —a hand with short, squat Angers—on the wall of the coach, evidently where the mur derer had steadied himself after com mitting the crime. But where was tiie body? This angle of the case was goon cleared up by the discovery of the body of a man near the railroad trucks In Victoria park. The head and face had been so disfigured that blentlllontlon would have been almost Impossible, had It not been for the card which was found In his vest pocket. By means of this It was found that the dead man was a cer tain Thomas Briggs, chief clerk of a London bunking house, who had been on his way to visit his daughter In I’erkhara. According to his asso ciates, he was in the habit of carrying a considerable sura of money with him, and also wore a very handsome watch and chain. When the body was discovered, however, the watch, chain and the money were missing. Immediately after the body was dis covered Colonel Fraser measured the Augers of the left hand, but found that they were entirely too long and well shaped to fit the bloody imprint on the wall of the coach. Pinning his faith to the fact that the murderer would probably try to sell Brlgg’s watch and chain, the po lice settled down to watch all the pawn brokers In and around London, but days passed without any develop ments from this end of the case. Finally, Just as Fraser was nearing the end of his patience a second-hand dealer In Cheapslde reported that a chain, similar to the one worn by the dead man, had been brought Into his establishment on the day after the murder. The chain, he said, had been placed In with some others, and had slipped his mind, until he commenced to go over his stock. The only de scription he could give of the man who sold It was that he- was “foreign looking," In fact he felt certain he was a German. More in onler to quiet the press than because he attached any real im portance to the discovery, Colonel Fraser made public the details of the dealer’s story, and the following morn ing a man called at police headquar ters, bringing with him a card which he said his daughter had found on the floor of the room recently occupied by Franz Muller. The card bore the name of the second-hand dealer who had purchased the chain! Muller, stated Fraser's Informant, was a German who had hoarded In his house for some time past, but who had suddenly disappeared, leaving most of his effects behind him. “Didn’t happen to leave a photo graph, did he?” “Yes, sir, he did. Here It Is," and the man produced a picture which the second-hand dealer Immediately Iden tified as the man who had sold him the chain. It was a matter of only a few hour* to trace the German to a steamship office and to find that he had sailed, 4S hours before, for America. Wish ing his own men to have credit for the capture. Fraser dispatched two of them to New York on a fast boat, and when Muller stepped off the gangplank he was arrested for the murder of Thomas Briggs, although he vigorously protested his Innocence, and stated that he had bought the chain from a man on the street. Aa further proof of his assertion, he pro duced Briggs’ watch, which he said he had bought at the same time as the chain. Inasmuch as the guard who had seen the men enter the coach at Fen church street conld not positively Iden tify Muller, the case against him ap peared to he very flimsy—until Colonel Fraser compared the man's hand with the bloody outline on the wall of the coach. The two were Identical to the thousandth part of an Inch! Some months later Franz Muller paid the penalty for his crime on the ■allows. That Tanlac Is a wonderful med icine for delicate children Is con clusively proven by the remarkable results accomplished In the cases of the three children shown In this pic ture. Little Blanche Blair, of Providence, R. 1., age 13, gained 10 pounds; Re gina McCabe, at right, age 9, of Scranton, Pa., gained 15 pounds: lit tle Richard Leary, Jr., of Philadelphia, who was very delicate, Is now In One, robust health. The statements made by their parents are as follows: Mr. A. M. Blair, residing at 20 At wood street. Providence, It. 1., said: “We are Just so happy over the change Tanlac has made In our little girl that we can't do or say enough to show our appreciation. She hod lost nearly 20 pounds in weight and looked so frail and weak that her mother and I were both almost wor ried sick over her condition. Since taking Tanlac, she has already gained 10 pounds, her color Is better than It ever has been and she looks and acts like a different girl.” Mrs. Catherine McCabe, 414 Dick ens Ave., Scranton, Pa., said: “The 'flu’ left my little Regina In such a bad bondltlon that I have no Idea she would be with me now If It hadn't been for Tanlac. It Is a mystery to me how she lived on the little she was eating and was so lifeless she never even cared to play with the dolls and toys she got at Christmas. Since taking Tanlac she Is ns hardy and well as any child could be and has gained 15 pounds in weight. I will always praise Tanlac for restor ing our little girl's health.” Richard Leary, 2342 Palethorpe St., Philadelphia, said: “There Is no doubt In my mind but that Tanlac saved my little boy’s life. For two years I wouldn’t have been a bit sur prised to have seen him drop off at any time. He had stomach trouble and many a time the gas pressed up Into his chest until bis heart palpi Cities as Thunderstorm Spots. The conclusion has been reached by a well-known engineer who has given the subject considerable attention that certain cities, If not Indeed most Inland cities of say 100,000 population or more, appear to be “thunderstorm spots." The observation has been made by E. R. Horton, of Voorhees vllle, N. Y., who also points out that “a shallow lake with sandy margins located In a forest may serve as a thunderstorm breeder” and cites as proof observations made by him over Oneida lake, New York. Old Court Hat Much Power. In Liverpool (Eng.) there still exists one of the very few remaining medi eval borough courts of record. At one time there were 215 In various parts of the kingdom. The Liverpool court of passage, as It Is called, has prac tically unlimited jurisdiction In caus es of action arising within the city, and has more power than has the City of London court which has jurisdic tion only when the defendant Is em ployed In the city Itself. Misery loves company, but the com pany isn’t apt to make a second call. | A “balanced diet” may sound confusing to many people The facts, as explained here, are simple. The secret of a “balanced diet" is to have food containing all the elements needed for proper nutrition. These elements are protein, to nourish the tissues; starch and sugar to furnish energy; fat to supply heat; and mineral salts to provide I the material necessary for building nerves, brain,' and tooth and bone structure. Grape-Nuts, the nourishing cereal 'of whole wheat flour and malted barley, served with cream or milk, is a complete food for young and old alike. Go to your grocer today and get a package of Grape-Nuts. Eat it with milfe or cream for ijfe breakfast; or with stewed fruit, jelly or jn", as a In delicious dessert for lunch or dinner. I Every member of the family win relish this B palatable and nourishing food— S Grape-Nuts—the Body Builder I “There’s • Reason” I Usds by KNmCmalCs, lac. Bank Cnah, Mkh, I // “■ f // v—: : ' 1 -A| ' ‘ | JBrV/f m c cabb vil f- chard l/i tated to I thought sore be couldn’t breathe but a few more gasps. But Tanlac gave him back to us strong and well and we will praise It to our dying day.” The effect of Tanlac on the deli cate stomachs of the yonag is one of the strongest evidences of Its whole someness as well as Its unusual merit. Although a powerful recon structive, Tanlac contains no harm ful Ingredients, minerals or opiates which are so often found In other medicines. Being composed of the most beneficial roots and herbs known to science It Is purely vege table and can be taken by the most delicate children, and does not upset or Injure the weakest or mostJMU cate stomach. There Is a Tanlac agent town. —Advertisement. pP' Nature’s Supreme Wisdom. If it were not for the check that wlft ter Interposes, vegetation would climb skyward until we had tropical jungles and flowers high In the branclv es of the forest. Instead of violets and daisies and lady's-sllpper orchids. At It Is, the year’s, tender growths decay In the wet and cold of winter, furnish shelter to the seeds of grasses and small woodland plants, and so fostet anew growth for the coming of spring, Even In decay there la a purpose; Id nature always there Is anew begin ning.—Youth's Companion. Jewish Physicians to Popes. Many examples might be enumerat ed of popes who patronized Jewish physicians. An exception was Paul IV, who Introduced the Ghetto Into Rome, but at least a score of popes seem to have gone out of their way In extending friendly recognition to the medical members of this race. The Alibi. The Secretary—This speech may gel you Into trouble. The Honorable—Then yon had better prepare a statement saying that I was misquoted by the newspaper.—Life.