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Cgg’ AUTHOR Of 'ISMACmseA" "ARfTHUM"£TCM 11 LUSTPATJOHSJ)Y <A.WFIU TOPYRJGHT 1907 BY FAfAR/O/f CRAWFORD ^ SYNOPSIS. Baraka, a Tartar girl, became enamored of a golden bearded stranger who was prospecting and studying herbs in the vicinity of her home in central Asia, and revealed to him the location of a mine of rubles hoping that the stranger would love her in return for her disclosure. They were followed to the cave by. the girl's relatives, who blocked up the en trance, and drew off the water supply, leaving the couple to die. Baraka’s cousin 8aad. her betrothed, attempted to climb down a cliff overlooking the mine; but the traveler shot hint. The stranger was revived from a water gourd Saad car ried. dug his way out of the tunnel, and departed, deserting the girl and Carrying a bag of rubles. Baraka gathered all the gems she could carry, and started in pur suit. Margaret Donne (Margarita da Cordova), a famous prima donna, became engaged in London to Konstantin Lo gothoti. a wealthy Greek financier. Her Intimate friend was Countess Levon, known as Lady Maud, whose husband had been killed by a bomb in St. Peters burg; and Lady Maud's most Intimate friend w-as Rufus Van Torp, an Ameri can, who had been a cowboy in early life, but had become one of the richest men In the world. Van Torp was in love with Margaret, and rushed to London as soon as he heard of her betrothal. He offered Lady Maud $5,000,000 for her pet charity if she would aid him In w-inning the singer from Logothetl. Baraka ap ^ preached Logothetl at Versailles with rubies to sell. He presented a ruby to Margaret. CHAPTER III.—Continued. “I'm not Bure. I never ask ‘myself questions about what I do. I hate peo ple who are always measuring their wretched little souls and then tinker ing their consciences to make them fit! I don't believe I wish to do any thing really wrong, and so I do exactly what I like, always!” “If you will only go on doing what you like,” Logotheti answered, “it will give me the greatest pleasure in the world to help you. I only ask one kindness.” "You have no right to ask me any the elm tree at Versailles. Perhaps it was for this that Konstantin had played, or at least, for the certainty it meant to him, if he had doubted that she was sincere. CHAPTER IV. Without offending Mr. Van Torp, Lady Maud managed not to see him again for some time, and when he un derstood, as he soon did, that this was her wish, he made no attempt to force himself upon her. She was probably thinking over what he had said, and in the end she would exert her in fluence as he had begged her to do. He was thoroughly persuaded that there was nothing unfair in his pro posal and that, when she was con vinced that he was right, she would help him. But when he had taken the first step towards accomplishing his pur pose, he was very much at a loss as to the next, and he saw that he had never undertaken anything so diffi cult since he had reorganized the Nickel Trust, trebled the stock, cleared a profit of thirty millions and ruined nobody but the small-fry, who, of course, deserved it on the principle that people who cannot keep money ought not to have any. Some unkind newspaper man had then nicknamed it the Brass Trust, and had called him Brassy Van Torp; but it is of no use to throw mud at the Golden Calf, for the dirt soon dries to dust and falls off, leaving the animal as beautifully shiny as ever. Mr. Van Torp did not quite see how he could immediately apply the force of money to further his plans with “Don’t Yo'j Fuss About Burning Coal.” thing to-day. You’ve been quite the most disagreeable person this after noon that I ever met in my life.” "I know I have,” Logotheti answered with admirable contrition. “I’ll wait a day or two before I ask anything; perhaps you will have forgiven me by that time.” “I'm not sure. What was the thing you were going to ask?” He was silent now that she wished to know his thought. “Have you forgotten ft already?” she inquired with a little laugh that was encouraging rather than con temptuous, for her curiosity was roused. They looked at each othjr at last, and all at once she felt the deeply dis turbing sense of his near presence which she had missed for three days, though she was secretly a little afraid and ashamed of it; and to-day it had not come while her anger had lasted. But now it was stronger than ever be fore, perhaps because it came so un expectedly, and it drew her to him. Their eyes met and they looked long at one another in the shade of the elm tree on the lawn, as the sun was going down Only a few minutes had passed since Margaret had been Very angry, and had almost believed that she was going to quarrel finally, and break her engagement, and be free: and now she could not even turn her face away, and when her hand felt his upon it, she let him draw it slowly to him; and half unconsciously she followed her hand, bending towards him sideways, from her seat, nearer and nearer, and very near. And as she put up her lips to his, he would that she might drink his soul from him at one deep draught— even as one of his people's poets wished, in the world’s spring time, long ago. It had been a strange love-making. They had been engaged during more than two months, they were young, vital, passionate; yet they had never kissed before that evening hour under effect. He knew his adversary’s finan cial position in Europe much too well to think of trying to attack him on that ground; and besides, in his rough code it would not be fair play to do that. It was “all right” to ruin a hos tile millionaire in order to get his money. That was “business.” But to ruin him for the sake of a woman was “low down.” It would be much more “all right” to shoot him, after fair and due warning, and to carry off the lady. That was impossible in a civilized country, of course; but as it occurred to him, while he wTas think ing, that he might find it convenient to go somew'here in a hurry by sea, he bought a perfectly new yacht that was for sale because the owner had died of heart disease the week after she w-as quite ready to take him to the Mediterranean. The vessel was a least as big as one of the ocean liners of 50 years ago, and had done 22 1-16 knots on her trial. Mr. Van Torp took her over as she was, with her officers, crew, cook and stores, and rechris tened her. She had been launched as the Alwayn; he called her the Lan cashire Lass—a bit of sentiment on his part, for that was the name of a mare belonging to Lady Maud’s father, which he had once ridden bareback when he was in an amazing hurry. He had one interview the cap* tain. “See here, captain,” he said, “I may not want to take a trip this season. I’m that sort of a man. I may or I may not. But if I do want you, I’ll want you quick. See?” With the last word, he looked up suddenly, and the captain “saw,” for he met a pair of eyes that astonished him. “Yes, I see,” he answered mechanic ally. “And if you’re in one place with your boat, and I wire that I want you in another, I d like you to get there right away,’* said Mr. Van Torp. | “Yes, sir.” I-——— “They say she’ll do 22 1-10,” contin ued the owner, “but when I wire I want you I'd like her to do as much more as she can without bursting a lung. If you don’t think you’ve got the kind of engineer who’ll keep her red-hot, tell me right off and we ll get another. And don’t you fuss about burning coal, captain. And see that the crew get all they can eat and not a drop of drink but tea and coffee, and if you let ’em go on shore once in a while, see that they come home right side up with care, captain, and make each of ’em say ‘truly rural’ and ‘Brit ish Constitution’ before he goes to bed, and if he can’t, you just unship him, or whatever you call it on a boat. Understand, captain?” The captain understood and kept his countenance. “Now, I want to know one thing,” continued the new owner. “What’s the nearest sea port to Bayreuth, Ba varia?” “Venice,” answered the captain without the least hesitation, and so quickly that Mr. Van Torp was im mediately suspicious. “If that’s so, you’re pretty smart,” he observed. “You can telephone to Cook's office, sir, and ask them,” said the captain quietly. The instrument was on the table at ■Mr. Van Torp’s elbow. He looked sharply at the captain, as he un hooked the receiver and set it to his ear. In a few seconds communication was given. “Cook’s office? Yes. Yes. This is Mr. Van Torp, Rufus Van Torp of New York. Yes. I want to know what's the nearest sea port to Bay reuth, Bavaria. Yes. Yes. That’s just what I want to know. Yes. I’ll hold the wire while you look it up.” He was not kept waiting long. “Venice, vou say? You’re sure you’re right, I suppose? Yes. Yes. I was only asking. No thank you. If I want a ticket I’ll look in myself. Much obliged. Good-by.” He hung the receiver in its place again, and turned to his captain with a different expression, in which ad miration and satisfaction were quite apparent. “Well,” he said, “you’re right. It’s Venice. I must say that, for an Eng lishman, you’re quite smart.” The captain smiled quietly, but did not think it worth while to explain that the last owner with whom he had sailed had been Wagner-mad and had gone to Bayreuth regularly. More over, he had judged his man already. “Am I to proceed to Venice at once, sir?” he asked. “As quick as you can, captain.” The Englishman looked at his watch deliberately, and made a short mental calculation before he said anything. It was 11 in the morning. “I can get to sea by five o’clock this afternoon, sir. Will that do?” Mr. Van Torp was careful not to be tray the least surprise. “Yes,” he said, as if he were not more than fairly satisfied, “that’ll <lc> nicely.” “Very well, sir, then I’ll be ofT. It’s about 3,000 miles, and she’s supposed to do that at 18 knots with her own coal. Say eight days. But as this is her maiden trip we must make allow ance for having to stop the engines once or twice. Good-morning, sir.” “Good-day, captain. Get in some coal and provisions y soon as you ar rive in Venice. I may want to go to Timbuctoo, or to Andaman islands or something. I’m that sort of a man. I’m not sure where I’ll go. Good-by.” The captain stopped at the first tele graph office on his way to the Water loo station and telegraphed both to his chief engineer, Mr. M'Cosh, and his chief mate, Mr. Johnson, for he thought it barely possible that one or the other might be ashore. “Must have steam by 4 p. m. to-day to sail at once long voyage. Coming next train. Owner in hurry. Send ashore for my wash. Brown, Captain.” When the clocks struck five on shore that afternoon, and the man at the wheel struck two bells from the wheelhouse, and the lookout forward repeated them on the ship’s bell, all according to the most approved mod ern fashion on large steamers, the beautiful Lancashire Lass was steam ing out upon Southampton water. • Inf of the merest, cnriositv Mr. Van Torp telegraphed to Cowes to be in formed of the exact moment at which his yacht was under way, and before six o'clock he had a message. “Yacht sailed at 4:39.” The new owner was so much pleased that he actually smiled, for Capt. Brown had been 21 minutes bet ter than his word. "I guess he’ll do,” though Mr. Van Torp. “I only hope I may need him.” He was not at all sure that he should need the Lancashire Lass and Capt. Brown; but it has often been noticed that in the lives of born finan ciers even their caprices often turn out to their advantage, and that their least logical impulses in business mat ters are worth more than the sober judgment of ordinary men. As for Capt. Brown, he was a quiet little person with a rather pink face and sparkling blue eyes, and he knew his business. In fact he had passed as extra master. He knew that he was in the service of one of the Rich est men ih the world, and that he com manded a vessel likely to turn out one of the finest yachts afloat, and he did not mean to lose such a berth either by piling up his ship, or by being slow to do whatever his owner wished done, within the boundaries of the possible; but it had not occurred to him that his owner might order ^Ira to exceed the limits of anything but mere possibility, such, for instance, as those of the law, civil, criminal, na tional, or international. Mr, Van Torp had solid nerves, but when he had sent his yacht to the only place where he thought he might possibly make use of it, he realized that he was wasting valuable time while Logotheti was making all the running, and his uncommon natural energy, finding nothing to work upon as yet, made him furiously impatient. It seemed to hum and sing in his head, like the steam in an express en gine when it is waiting to start. He had come over to England on an impulse, as soon as he had heard of Cordova's engagement. Until then he had not believed that she would ever accept the Greek, and when he learned from Lady Maud’s letter that the fact was announced, he “saw red,” and his resolution to prevent the marriage was made then and there. He had no idea how he should carry it out, but he knew that he must either suc ceed or come to grief in the attempt, for as long as he had any money left, or any strength, he would spend both lavishly for that one purpose. Yet he did not know how to begin, and his lack of imagination exasper ated him beyond measure. He was sleepless and lost his appetite, which had never happened to him before; he stayed on in London instead of going down to his place in Derbyshire, be cause he was always sure that he meant to start for the continent in a few hours, with an infallible plan for success; but he did not go. He was meditating on the future one morning, over an almost untouched breakfast, between nine and ten o’clock, when his man Stemp brought a visit ing card. It was a rather large card, bearing in the middle two or three odd-looking signs which meant nothing to him, but underneath them he read in plain characters the'single word “Barak.” “Barrack!” grumbled the American. “Oh, the writing’s on the back, I see. Now, that’s very curious, I must say,” he said, after reading the words. “That’s very curious,” he repeated, laying strong and equal emphasis on the last two words. “Ask him to walk in, Stemp.” "Very good, sir.” As the valet went out Mr. Van Torp turned his chair half round without getting up, so that he sat facing the door. A moment later Stemp had ushered in the visitor, and was gone. /v SUU1 y UULU IsChXAXC/ oai u " iluuuv boldness, but without the least timidi ty, as if he were approaching an equal. He had an oval face, no mustache, a complexion like cream, short and thick black hair and very clear dark eyes that met the American’s fearless ly. He was under the average height, and he wore rather thin, loose gray clothes that had been made by a good tailor. His hands and feet were smaller than a European's. “So you're Mr. Barrack,” Mr. Van Torp, said, nodding pleasantly. The young face smiled, and the parted lips showed quite perfect teeth. “Barak,” answered the young man, giving the name the right sound. “Yes, I understand, but I can’t pro nounce it like you. Take a chair, Mr. Barrack, and draw up to the table.” The young man understood the ges ture that explained the speech and sat down. “So you’re a friend of Mr. Logo theti’s, and he advised you to come to me? Understand? Logotheti of Paris.” Barak smiled again, and nodded quickly as he recognized the name. The American watched his face atten tively. “All right,” he continued. “You can trot out your things now, right on the tablecloth here.” He had seen enough of Indians and Mexicans in his youth to learn the simple art of using signs, and he easi ly made his meaning clear to his visi tor. Barak produced a little leathern bag, not much bigger than an ordinary purse, fastened with thin thongs, which he slowly untied. Mr. Van Torp watched the movements of the deli cate fingers with great interest, for he was au observant man. “With those hands,” he silently re flected, “it’s either a lady or a thief, or both.” Barak took several little twists of tissue paper from the bag, laid them in a row on the tablecloth and then began to open them one by one. Each tiny parcel contained a ruby, and when the young man counted them there were five in all, and they were fine stones if they were genuine; but Mr. Tfnn ---nor easily surprised. When Barak looked to see what impression he had pro duced on such a desirable buyer, he was disappointed. “Nice,” said the American careless ly; “nice rubies, but I’ve seen better. I wonder if they’re real, anyway. They’ve found out how to make them by chemistry now, you know.” But Barak understood nothing, of course, beyond the fact that Mr. Van Torp seemed indifferent, which was a common trick of wily customers; but there was something about this one’s manner that was not assumed. Barak took the finest of the stones with the tips of his slender young fingers, laid it in the palm of his other hand, and held it under Mr. Van Torp’s eyes, looking at him with an inquiring ex pression. But the American shook his head. “No rubies to-day, thank you,” he said. Barak nodded quietly, and at once began to wrap up the stones, each in its own bit of paper, putting the twist3 back into the bag one by one. Then he drew the thongs together and tied them in a neat sort of knot which Mr. Van Torp had never seen. The young man then rose to go, but the million aire stopped him. “Say, don’t go just yet. I’ll show you a ruby that’ll make you sit up.” He rose as he spoke, and Barak un derstood his smile and question, and waited. Mr. Van Torp went into the next room, and came back almost im mediately, bringing a small black mo rocco case, which he set on the table and unlocked with a little key that hung on his watchchain. He was not fond of wearing jewelry, and the box held all his possessions of that sort, and was not full. There were three or four sets of plain studs and links; there were half a dozen very big gold' collar studs; there was a bit of an old gold chain, apparently cjit off at each end, and having one cheap little dia mond set in each link; and there was a thin old wedding ring that must have been a woman’s; besides a few other valueless trinkets, all lying loose and in confusion. Mr. Van Torp shook The Man at the Wheel Struck Two Bells. the box a little, poked the contents about with one large finger, and soon found an uncut red stone about the size of a hazelnut, which he took out and placed on the white cloth before the visitor. “Now that’s what I call a ruby," he said, with a smile of satisfaction. “Got any like that, young man? Because if you have I'll talk to you, maybe. Yes,” he continued, watching the ori ental's face, “I told you I’d make you sit up. But I didn’t mean to scare you baldheaded. What’s the matter with you, anyway? Your eyes are popping out of your head. Do you feel as if you were going to have a fit? I say! Stemp!” Barak was indeed violently affected by the sight of the uncut ruby, and his face had changed in a startling way; a great vein like a whipcord sud denly showed itself on his smooth forehead straight up and down; his lids had opened so wide that they un covered the white of the eye almost all around the iris; he was biting his lower lip so that it was swollen and blood-red against the little white teeth; and a moment before Mr. Van Torp had called out to his servant, the young man had reeled visibly, and would have collapsed if the American had not caught the slender waist and supported the small head against his shoulder with his other hand. Stemp was nof within hearing, thorofnro Mr Von Tnrn oolloH to him in vain, and meanwhile stood where he was with his arm round Barak, and Barak’s head on his shoulder; but as no one came at his call, he lifted the slim figure gently and carried it towards the sofa, and while he was crossing the large room with his bur I den the palpable truth was forced upon him that his visitor's slimness was more apparent than real, and an affair of shape rather than of pounds. Before he had quite reached the lounge, however, Barak stirred, wrig gled in his arms, and sprang to the floor and stood upright, blinking a lit tle, like a person waking from a dream, but quite steady, and trying to smile in an apologetic sort of way, though evidently still deeply dis turbed. Mr. Van Torp smiled, too, as if to offer his congratulations on the quick recovery. “Feel better now?” he Inquired in a kindly tone, and nodded. “I wonder what on earth you're up to, young lady?” he soliloquised, watching Ba rak’s movements. He was much too cautious and wise to like being left alone for many minutes with a girl, and a good-look ing one, who went about London dressed in men’s clothes and passed herself for a ruby merchant. Mr. Van Torp was well aware that he was not a safe judge of precious stones, that the rubies he had seen might very well be imitation, and that the girl's emotion at the sight of the rough stone might be only a piece of clever acting, the whole scene having been planned by a gang of thieves for the purpose of robbing him of that very ruby, which was worth a large sum. even in his estimation; for it was nearly the counterpart of the one he had given Lady Maud, though still un cut. Therefore he returned to the table and slipped the gem into his pocket before going to the door to see wheth er Stemp was within hail. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Reduce Tariff on Babies Advice Given by Puck to New York Doctors Who Are Not Too Well Off Financially. American Medicine says that the economic problems of the practicing physician are daily becoming more se rious, and that 60 per cent, of the phy sicians in New York are not earning $1,500 a year. It says there is trou ble somewhere and finds some of it In “the too rapid growth of special ism. beyond all needs and demands.” There or thereabouts, we guess, is the main trouble. Most families can afford a family doctor to tell them what’s the matter and what to do, bht comparatively few families can af ford a doctor who must ask some oth er doctor what ails them, and then call in a third or fourth to do some thing. It is not that all the doctors may not be amply worth their fees, but that the families have not got the money to divide among so many. Fif teen hundred dollars is not an exces sive doctor’s bill for so simple an event as a new baby in a moderate ly well-to-do New York family. Edler ly people who are out of the habit of having babies, can often afford such a fee and would cheerfully pay it If they had occasion. But rash young people, who are the ones who have the babies when there are any, can’t possibly pay for then? at that rate. And they don’t, f of course, but as a rule they pay more than they can afford, and have It deep ly Impressed upon them that babies are beyond their means. But babies are the beginning and mainstay of the doctor's business. They mean fees at the start, and then patients. They should be welcomed, not scared off. We recommend the physicians to reduce the tariff on ba bies in the interest of trade.—Puck. ' The Flew of Solids. The idea of flow is generally asso ciated with the movement of liquids and gases, and indeed the term fluid is usually restricted to these two states of matter. Nevertheless it is beginning to be understood that nearly every sub stance is capable of a movement cor responding to I the idea of flow, and that such a thing is absolute rigidity does not exist The flow of solids occurrs in such mechanical operations as the drawing of wire, the manufacture of drawn tubing, the production of various shapes in the forming press and in the spinning lathe, and all these are well known to the engineer. To the general observer it is apparent that we have in the mountain glacier an example of continuous flow of an ap parently solid mass, and that, too, without rupture or disintegration.-' Cassier’s Magazine. 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May God give you a long Ufa and bless your work.” AND TOMMY GOT BIFF. % f Tommy—I say, sis, Mr. Gotsplosh wanted to know what you had in your stocking this morning., din TnilnAfl • And ti'ViAi did If AH 00*7 --—— •> Tommy—I said the usual things, you know. EPIDEMIC OF ITCH IN WELSH , VILLAGE “In Dowlais, South Wales, about fif teen years ago, families were strick en wholesale by a disease known as the itch. Believe me, it is the most terrible disease of its kind that I know of, as it itches all through your body and makes your life an inferno. Sleep is out of the question and you feel as if a million mosquitoes were * attacking you at the same time. I knew a dozen families that were so affected. “The doctors did their best, but their remedies were of no avail what ever. Then the families tried a drug gist who was noted far and wide for his remarkable cures. People came to him from all parts of the country for treatment, but his medicine made matters still worse, as a last resort they were advised by a friend to use the Cuticura Remedies. I am glad to tell you that after a few days’ treat ment with Cuticura Soap, Ointment and Resolvent, the effect was wonder ful and the result was a perfect cure In all cases. “I may add that my three brothers, three sisters, myself and all our fam ilies have been users of the Cuticura Remedies for fifteen years. Thomas Hugh, 1650 West Huron St., Chicago, 111., June 29, 1909.” His Terrible Threat. Aviation has improved considerably since the time when Col. Cleary, then county commissioner and for years a well-known Chicagoan, made a balloon ascension at a county fair over in Michigan, says the Chicago Journal. As the guest of honor the coloned was sent upward with the assurance that there was absolutely no danger. But as the distance from the earth grew greater the colonel leaned out anxiously. “Pull me in!” he shouted. The men who were bailing out the rope paid no heed to his demand. Higher and higher went the balloon. Wilder and wilder grew the colonel. Finally, almost standing on his head as he tried to keep a precarious bal autc, uc gave; a uuai v* j perated panic; "Pull me in, I tell you, or I’ll cut the rope!” Saving Time. The family was to leave on the two o’clock train from Broad street station, so the mother was all in a flurry as she hurried the children in a certain West Philadelphia home. "Now, children, get everything ready before luncheon,” she said. “Don't leave everything until the last min ute." And the children said they wouldn’t. Luncheon ended, they hurried into tneir wraps and started. In the hall the mother said; “Edward, you didn’t brush your teeth.” “Yes, ma’am, I did.” “But you couldn’t, she said, “you didn’t have time. Why you just got up from the table.” “I know that,” said Edward; “but we were in such a hurry I brushed them before I ate.”—Philadelphia- Times. INSOMNIA Leads to Madness, if not Remedied in Time. “Experiments satisfied me, some 5 vrnnnn n wn'toci o Tonolrn Tl'nmOtl “that coffee was the direct cause of the insomnia from which I suffered ter ribly, as well as the extreme nervous ness and acute dyspepsia which made life a most painful thing for me. “I had been a coffee drinker since childhood, and did not like to think that the beverage was doing me all this harm. But it was, and the time came when I had to face the fact, and pro tect myself. I therefore gave up coffee abruptly and absolutely, and adopted Postum as my hot drink at meals. “I began to note improvement in my condition very sooif after I took on Postum. The change proceeded grad ually, but surely, and it was a matter of only a few weeks before I found my self entirely relieved—the nervousness passed away, my digestive apparatus was .restored to normal efficiency, and I began to sleep, restfully and peace fully. “These happy conditions have con tinued during all of the 5 years, and I am safe in saying that I owe them en tirely to Postum, for when I began to drink it I ceased to use medicine." Read the little book, “The Road to Wellville,”in pkgs. “There’s a Reason." Ever read the above letter? A new one appear* from time to time. The? are genuine, true, and full of h tmao late rest.