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SYNOPSIS.
"Min.iie, spring-house girl at Hope sana
toriutit, tells tlie story. It opens with the
urrlvrf' rtt AFiaa T,.lv .Tpnnlnpa wlirt la rA.
ported to be engaged to marry a prince,.
Ana tho death ol tn old doctor wno owns
the sanatorium! estate Is left to a
scapegrace grandson Ditiky Carter, who
must appear on a- .-ertain date and run
the sanatorium successfully for two
months or --forfeit the Inheritance. A case
of mumps delays Dick's arrival. Mr. Tho
burn is hovering about in hopes of se
curing the place for a summer hotel. .
, CHAPTER III. Continued.
At half past five I just about gave
up. It was dark outside, and nothing
inside . but firelight. r Suddenly I
seemed to feel somebody looking at
the back of my neck and I turned
around. ; There was 'a man standing
outside one of the windows, staring in.
V My first thought, of course, was
liat it was Mr. Dick, but. just as the
lace vanished I saw that It wasn't.. It
was older by three or four years than
Mr., Dick's and a bit fuller, j '
I'm hot nervous. I've had to hold
my own against chronic grouches too
long to have nerves, so I wentto the
Ioor and looked out. The man came
around ' the corner just then and I
could gee him plainly In the firelight.
He was covered with snow, and he
wore a sweater and no overcoat, but
he looked like a gentleman. -
"I beg your pardon for spying," he
said, "but the fire looked so snug!
I'ye been trying to get to the hotel
over there, .but in .the dark I've lost
the path." . . ' 7 '
"That's not a hotel," I snapped, for
that touched me on the raw. "That's
Hope Springs Sanatorium, and this is
oneof the springs. You.'d better come
in and g3t warm." ' 1 ' - ." ;
He shut the door behind him an
came over to the fire. , ' ;. 5
"Hi pretty well frozen," he" Said.
"Don't be astonished if I melt before
your eyes; "I've been walking : for
hoars." - .- ' ,: ; "
Now that I had a better chance to
see him I'd 6ized up that 'drawn look
Around his mouth.
"Missed your luncheon, I suppose,
. 1 said, poking the fire log. He grinned
rather sheepishly. ''
"Well, ! I haven''had any, and I've
certainly missed 'it,'" he said. "Fast
ing's healthy, you know." , : " :
:. "Nothing's healthy that Isn't ;, nat
ural," I ; declared. "If you'd care for
a dish ot buttered and salted pop-corn,
there's some on the mantel. It's pretty
salty; the idea is to make folks thirsty
o they'll enjoy the mineral water."
"Think' of raising a thirst only to
drown it with spring water!" he said.
But he -got the pop-corn and he ate
it .all. If he hadn't bad any luncheon
he- hadn't had much breakfast. The
queer part was he was a gentleman;
to;s. clothes were the right sort, tut
he had on patent leather shoes in all
that enow arid an automobile cap. .
I put away the'' glass while h ate.
Pretty soon he looked up and' , the
drawn lines werp one. Ho wasn't
like Mr. Dick, but he" was the same
type, only taller and heavier built.
"And so. it Isn't a hotel," he remarked.
"Well, I'm sorry. 'The caravansary in
vthe villaga Is not to My liking, and I
had thought; of engaging a suite up
-here. My 'secretary usually attends to
' There Was a Man Staring In.
these things, but don't take away all
the glasses, Heb 1 beg your pardon
but the thirst Is coming." t ;
He filled the glass himself and then
he came up and stood In front of me.
with the glass held up in the air. .
"To the best woman I have met in
many days," he said, flbt mocking but
serious. "I was about to lie down and
let the little birds : cover me with
leaves." Then he glanced at the empty
,-dish and " smiled. ' "To buttered pop
corn! Long may it wave!" hog said,
and emptied the glass. . ;
Well, I found a couple of apples in
my pantry and brought them out, and
. after he ate them he told me what
had happened to him. He had been a
. lege -he -was about twenty-five had
crossed- the Atlantic in a catboat and
gone with somebody or other into
Bom part of -Africa they got lost
and had to eat each other or lizards,
HAVE TO HEAR THE REPORT
baseball Pitchers Not Satisfied Un
less They Can Note the Impact
of the Ball.
Once upon a time there was a pitch
er in a certain league who was re
garded as a star. And the reason for
his success was this:
He always warmed up with a cer
tain catcher.' It was this catcher's
duty to receive the ball in such a
manner that a loud report sounded
across the field every time the ball
struck the mitt The pitcher, hear
ing these loud, reports, would smile
and feel contented and confident. He
knew then that he had speed. And
time the ball striking the glove did
not produce a noise like a crack of
'a Springfield rifle the pitcher was
lneffectiveT ,
This may sound like a fable, but it
is iar from Buch. There are two vet
eran catchers who well remember this
pitcher. One of the old-timers used to
satch him in practice and recalls the
effect of. the lotid reports'.
, This Incident iaot a dead and bur-
ILLUSTRATED
or something like that and then he
went to the Philippines, and got stuck
there and had to sell books to get
home. He had a little money, "enough
for a grub-stake," he said, and all his
folks were dead. Then a college friend
of hie wrote a rural play called "Sweet
Peas" "Great title, don't you think?"
he asked and he put up all the money.
It would have been a hit, he said, but
the kid in the play the one that
unites its parents in the last act just
before he dies of tuberculosis the kid
took the mumps and looked as if, in
stead of fading away, he was going
to blow up. Everybody was so afraid
of him that they let him die alone' for
three nights in the middle of the
stage. Then the leading woman took
the mumps, and the sheriff took ev
erything else.
Well, of course, the thing failed,
and he lost every dollar he'd put into
it, which was all he had, including
what he had In his pockets. "
They seized my trunks," he ex
plained, "and I sold my fur-lined over
coat for eight dollars, which took one
of the girls back home. It's hard for
the women. A fellow can always get
some sort of a job I. was coming up
here to see If they needed an extra
clerk or a waiter, or chauffeur, or any
thing that meant a roof and something
to, eat hut I suppose they don't need
a jack-of-all-trades." , V
Ho," I answered, "but I'll tell you
what I think they're going to need.
And that's an owner!"
'
, I'm not making excuses. 1 did it for
the best If Mr. Thoburn had not been
there, -sitting by to see the old sana
torium die so it could sprout wings
and fly as a summer hotel, I'd sever
have thought of it. But I was in de
spair.. ;-. ; - : ' ; ." -.
I got up and opened the door, but
the snow came in in a cloud,' and the
path was half a foot deep again.
But the ' angel of providence ap
peared in the shape of Mike, the bath
man, coming down through the snow
in a tearing rage. The instant I saw
Mike I knew it was settled.
Am I or am I not' to give Mr.
Moody a needle shower?" he skoated,
almost beside himself. ' And I saw he
had . his vercoat ever his bath cos
tume, which Is a Turkish towel.' :y
A needle shower fallowed by a salt
rub," said I. "He's been -having them
for eleven years. What's the matter?"
That fool of a young doctor,"
shouted Mike, "be told him before he
left that if he'd been taking them far
eleven years and wasn't any better it
was time to stop. Ain't business bad
enough only four people in the bonse
takia' baths regular without bis but
tin' in!" -:-'...;: :':. - -.
"Where's Mr.; Heady r ' '
"In the bath.-; I've locked aa his
clothes." . , " ' ;.
"Ton give bint a needle shower and
a salt rub," I entered, "and W he
makes a fuss just eead far me. And,
Mike," I said, as be started out. "ask
Mr. Tan Alstyne to come out bare im
mediately" ; ' . ' .;
Mr. Van Alstyne came out an the
run, and when be saw Mr. Pierce by
the ' fire that - was his name, Alan
Pierce be stopped and stared. Then
he said: ' '' -'.-,''''
- "You infernal young scamp!" ' And
with that Mr. Pierce jumped up, sur-'
prised and pretty , mad, and Mr. Tan
Alstyne aaw his mistake.
"I'm sure I beg your pardon!" be
kaid. . "The fact is, I was expecting
somebody else, and In the firelight '
"You surprised me, that'B all," said
Mr. Pierce. "Under the circumstances,
I'm glad I'm not the other chap."
"You may be," assured Mr. Sam
grimly. "You're not unlike him, by
the way. v A little taller and heavier,
but"-. ', : , ,
i Now it's all very well for Mr. Sam
to say I originated- the idea and all
that, but as truly as I am writing this,
as I watched his face I saw the same
thought come into it. - He looked Mr.
Pierce up and down, and then ' he
stared into the fire and puckered his
mouth to whistle, but 'he didn't And
finally he glanced at me, but I was
looking at the fire, too.
- Mr. Sam got up and began, to, walk
the floor, his hands in his pockets.
He tried to get my eye, but still I
looked in the fire. -..,
"All traffic's held up,' Minnie," he
said." "The eight, o'clock train is
stalled beyond the junction, in a drift
I've wired the conductor, and Carter
isn't on it"
i "Well?" said I.
"If we could only get past to-day,"
Mr. Sam went on; "if Thoburn would
only choke to death, or if there was
somebody around who looked like
Dick. I dare say, by to-morrow " He
looked at Mr., Pierce, who smiled and
looked at him. '
"And I resemble Dick!" said Mr
Pierce. "Well, if he's a moral and
upright young man "
"He isn't!" Mr. Sam broke in sav
agely. And then and there he sat
down and told Mr. Pierce the trouble
we were in, and what sort of cheerful
Idiot Dicky Carter was. And then Mr,
Pierce told about the play and the
mumps, and how he was stranded.
When Mr. Sam asked him outright if
led part of the past.. Parallel cases
can be found, today, and the custom is
growing. And the demand for the
loud noise in warming up has caused
the coming of the "Fourth of July"
glove.
A recruit was warming up the other
day. He became wild and looked
worried. The catcher tried to steady
him and failed.
"What's the matter?" asked the
catcher.
"They don't crack;" replied the
pitcher.
"Wait till I haul out the 'Fourth of
July glove." '
The catcher brought out another
glove. It has a thick leather cover
ing. The minute the new glove came
into use the warming up exercise pro
duced a noise like artillery practice.
The pitcher got his control, smiled in
satisfaction, and showed much speed
and plenty of curves.
And why shouldn't this be? Our
popular . magazines nnd newspapers
are filled these days with essays on
the phschology of baseball. If there
is psychology in" baseball,, surely this
comes under that head.
jEDGAR J3EUT SMIIH
he'd take Mr. Dick's place overnight
he agreed at once.
Just as they'd got it arranged that
Mr. Pierce was to put on Mr. Sam's
overcoat and walk down to the village
so that he could come up in a eleigh,
as If he had driven over from York
ion he was only to walk across the
hall in front of the office, with his col
lar up, just enough to show himself
and then go to his room with a chill
just as it was all arranged, Mr. Sam
thought of something.
"The house people are waiting for
Dick," he said to me, "and about forty
women are crocheting in the lobby,
so they'll be sure to see him. Won't
some of them know it isn't Dick?"
I thought pretty fast.
"He hasn't been around much late
ly," I said. "Nobody would know ex
cept Mrs. Wiggins. She'll never for
get him ; the last time he was here he
put on her false front like a beard
and wore it down to dinner." '
"Then it's all off," he , groaned.
"She's got as many eyes as a potato."
"And about as much sense," said I.
"Fiddlesticks! She's not so good we
can't replace her, and what's the use
of swallowing a camel and then stick
ing at a housekeeper?"
"You can't get her out of the house
in an hour," he objected, but in a weak
voice.
"I can!" I said firmly. ;
(I did. Inside of an hour she went
to the clerk,. Mr. Slocum, and handed
in her resignation. . She was a touchy
' "You Infernal Young Scamp!" v
person, but I did not say all that was
quoted. I did not say the kitchen was
filthy; I only said it took away my ap
petite ta look in at the door. But she
left, which is the point)
Well, I stood in the doorway and
watched them disappear in the dark
ness, and I felt better than I had all
day. It's great to be able to do some
thing, even if that something is wrong.
But as I put on my shawl and turned
eiit the lights, I suddenly remembered.
Mias Patty would be waiting U the
lobby for Mr. Dick, and she would not
be crocheting! '
CHAPT5R IV.
.. W - .;
Whoever has chaige of the spring
house at Hope Springs takes the news
stand la the evening. " That's an old
rule.. - :"
: After I ate my supper I relieved
Amanda King, who ' runs the news
stand in the daytime, when she isn't
laid off with the toothache. Mr. Sam)
was right All the women had on
their puffs, and they were sittrng In a
half-circle on each side of the door.
Mrs. Sam was there, looking fright
ened and anxious, and standing near
the card-room door was Miss Patty.
She was all In white, with two red
spots on .her cheeks, and I thought if
her prince could have seen her then
he would pretty nearly have eaten her
up.- ;. ,, r.".
Mr. ; Sam came to the news stand,
and he was so nervous he could hardly
light a cigarette. '
"I've had a message from one of the
detectives," he said. .."They've traced
him to Salem, Ohio, but they lost him
there. If we can only hold on this
evening! Isn't that the sleigh t"
,Everybody had heard it The women
sat up and craned forward to look at
the door: Mrs. Sam jvas sitting for
ward clutching the arms of her chair.
She was in white, having laid off her
black for that evening, with a red
rose pinned on her so Mr. Pierce would
know her. Miss Patty heard the
elelghbells also, and she turned and
came toward the door. Her mouth
was set hard, and she was twisting her
ring as she always did when she was
nervous. And at the same moment
Mr. Sam and I both saw it; she was
in white, too, and she had a red rose
tucked in her belt!
Mr. Sam muttered something and
rushed at her, but he wae too late.
Just as he got to her the door opened
and in came Mr Pierce, with Mr.
Sam's fur coat turned up around his
ears and Mr. Sam's fur cap drawn
well 'down on his head. He stood for
He and She.
- "With a woman, it isn't what a man
looks. It's what he says and does."
"A woman doesn't care what a man
looks like. They'd rather ' a man
wouldn't be handsome, so he'll think
about them Instead of about himself.
The way to please a woman is to help
her to think of nothing but herself."
"A serious young woman is never In
any circumstances so interesting to a
man as a light and gay pretty woman,
whatever men may pretend. It is in
born in the male to regard the female
as the representative of the lighter
side of life." "George Helm," by Da
vid Graham Phillips.
"Forget It."
If any desire becomes insatiable
and the desire to succeed may be
come so there may result the most
exhausting emotions. Frequent de
spair and depression, irritability and
unreasonable anger may be frequent
with a man who is unduly anxious to
att.m what he calls success. He will
think too much about his mistakes un
less some one dares to say to him, or
he can say to himself, "Forget it!"
an instant blinking in the light, and
Mrs. Van Alstyne got up nervously.
He never even saw her. His eyes
lighted on Miss Patty's face and
stayed there. Mr. Sam was there, but
wnat couia ne aoi Mr. .pierce walked
over to Miss Patty, took her hand,
said, "Hello there ! " and kissed her. It
was awful.
Most women will do anything to
save a scene, and that helped us, for
she never turned a hair. But when
Mr. Sam got him by the arm and led
him toward the stairs, she turned so
that the old cats sitting around could
not see her and her face was scarlet
She went over to the wood fire our
lobby is a sort of big room with chairs
and tables and palms, and an open
fire in the winter and sat down. I
don't think she knew herself whether
she was most astonished or angry.
Mrs. Biggs gave a nasty laugh.
"Your brother didn't see you," she
said to Mrs. Van Alstyne. "I dare say
a sister doesn't count much when a
future princess is around!"
Mrs. Van Alstyne was still staring
up the staircase, but she came to her-'
self at that. She had some grit in
her, if she did look like a French doll.
"My brother and Miss Jennings are
very old friends," she remarked qui
etly. I believe that was what she
"thought, too. I don't think she had
seen the other red rose, and what was
she to think but that Mr. Pierce had
known Miss Jennings somewhere? She
was dazed, Mrs. Sam wae. But she
carried off the situation anyhow,, and
gave us time to breathe. We needed it
"If I were his highness," said MisB
Cobb, spreading the Irish lace collar
she . was making over her knee and
squinting at it, "I should wish my
fiancee to- be .more er dignified.
Those old Austrian families are very
haughty. They would not understand
our American habit of osculation."
I was pretty mad at that, for any
body could . have ' seen Miss' Patty
didn't kiss him.
"If by osculation you mean kissing,
Miss Cobb," I said, going over to her,
"I guess you don't remember the Aus
trian count who was a head waiter
here. If there was anything in the
way of osculation that that member
of an old Austrian family ' didn't
know, I've got - to find it out He
could kiss all around any American I
ever saw!" ;',' "
I went back to my news stand. I
was shaking eo my knees would hard
ly .hold me. All I could think of was
that they had swallowed Mr. Pierce,
bait and hook, and that for a time we
were saved, although in the electric
light ; Mr. Pierce was a good bit less
like Dicky Carter than he had seemed
to be in the spring-house by the fire.
Well. "Sufficient unto the day is the
evil thereof," .
Everybody went to bed early. . Mr.
Thoburn came over and bought a cigar
on bis way upstairs, and be was as
gloomy as be had been cheerful before.
"Well," I said, "I guess you won't
put a dancing floor in the dining-room
just yet, Mr. Thoburn." s
"I'm not in a hurry," he snapped.
"It's only January, and I don't want
the place until May. Ill get it when
I'm ready for it I had a good look
at young Carter, and he's got too
square a jaw to run a successful neu
rasthenics' home." .
1 went to the pantry shelf at ten
o'clock and fixed a tray of supper for
Mr. Pierce. I found some chicken and
got a bottle of the old doctor's wine
I had kept the key of his wine-cellar
since he died and carried the tray up
to Mr. Pierce's sitting-room. He had
the old doptor'a suite.
The door was open an inch or bo,
and as I was about to knock I heard
a girl's voice. , It was Miss Patty!
v"How can you deny it?" she was
saying angrily. '1 dare say you will
even deny that you ever saw this let
ter before!"
There was a minute's pause while I
suppose he looked at the letter.
"I never did!" he said solemnly.
"Perhaps," said Miss Patty, "you
also deny that you were in Ohio the
day before yesterday."
"I was in Ohio, but I positively as
sert" . ... ! '
"Mr. Carter, I have asked my ques
tion twice now and I am waiting for
an answer." "
"But I don't know the answer!" he
said miserably. "I I assure you, I'm
absolutely in the dark. I don't know
what's in the letter. I haven't always
done what I should, I dare say, but
my conduct in the state of Ohio during
the last few weeks has been without
stain unless I've forgotten but if it
had been anything very helnoue, I'd
remember, don't you think?"
somebody crossed tne room, and a
paper rustled.
"Read that!" said Miss Patty's voice.
And then silence for a minute.
"Good Lord!" exclaimed Mr. Pierce.
"Do you deny that?"
"Absolutely!" he said firmly. "I I
have never even heard of the Rever
end Dwlght Johnstone " ' ;
"And that Is all you will say?" de
manded Mise- Patty scornfully. 'You
don't know; 'there's a mistake;' 'you
never saw, the letter before!' Oh, if
I were only a man!"
"I'll tell you what we'll do," Mr.
NATIONAL LOVE OF BELLS
Traveler In England Long Ago Noted
the Fondness of the People for
"Great Noises."
To one sixteenth century visitor at
least the English seemed to be a na
tion of bell lovers. This wa3 Paul
Hentener, a German, who wrote of
his travels In this country during the
reJgn of Queen Elizabeth. "The Eng
lish," he said, "excel In dancing and
music, for they are active and live
ly, though of a thicker make than
the French. They are vastly fond
of great noises that fill the air, such
as tha firing of cannon, drums and the
ringing of bells; so that in London
it is common for a number of them,
that have got a glass in their heads,
to go into some belfry and ring the
bells for hours together for the sake
of exercise."
And though bell foundries are so
few in this country, we can lay claim
to the oldest, association of bell ring
ers In Europe the "Ancient Society of
College Youths." The aociety was
established im 1637, two of the found
Pierce said, with something like hope
in his voice. "We'll send for Mr. Van
Alstyne! That's the thing, of course.
I'll send for er Jim."
Mr, Van Alstyne's name is Sam, but
nobody noticed.
"Mr. Van Alstyne!" repeated Miss
Patty in a dazed way.
I guessed it was about time to make
a diversion, so I knocked and walked
in with the tray, and they glared at
me.
"I've brought your supper, IIr. Car
ter," I began. Then I stopped and
stared. "Oh," I said.
"Thank you," said Mr. Pierce, very
uncomfortable.. "Just put it down any
where." . ;
I stalked across the room and put
it on the table. Then I turned. "I'm
sorry," I said, "but it's one of the rules
of this house that gueste don't come
to these rooms. They're strictly pri
vate. It isn't my rule, but if you will
step down to the parlor "
Mr. Pierce took a quick step toward
Miss Patty and looked down at her.
'About what happened down-stairs
to-night," he stammered, with the un
happiest &ce I ever saw on a man,
I I've been ready to knock my fool
head off ever since. It was a mistake
i "
'My letter, please," said Miss Patty,
looking back at him without a blink.
"Please don't look like that!" he
begged. "I came in suddenly out of
the darkness, and you "
"My letter, please!" she said again,
raising her eyebrows. v
He gave up trying then. He held
out the letter and she took it and went
out with her head up and scorn in
the very way she trailed her skirt
over the door-sill. But I'm no fool; it
didn't need the way he touched the
door-knob where she had been hold
ing it, when he closed the door after
her, to tell me what ailed him. He
was crazy about her from the minute
be saw her, and he hadn't a change of
linen or a cent to hie name. And she,
as you might say, on the ragged edge
of royalty, with queens and princes
sending her stomachers and tiaras un
til she'd hardly need clothes. Well,
a cat may look at a king.
He went over to the fireplace, where
I was putting his coffee to keep it
hot and looked down at me.
"I've a suspicion, Minnie," he said.
"that to use a vulgar expression, I've
bitten off more , than I can chew in
this little undertaking, and that I'm
in imminent danger of choking to
death. Do you know anybody, a friend
of Miss er Jennings, named Doro
thy?" "She's got a younger sister of that
name," I said, with a sort of chill
going over me; "She's in boarding
school now." ' i n
"Oh, no, she's not!" he remarked,
picking up the coffee-pot "It seems
that I met her on the train somewhere
or other the day before yesterday, and
ran off with her and married her!"
I sat back on the rug speechless.
Don't tell me the way of the wicked is
hard; the wicked get all the fun there
is out of life, and aa far as I can see,
it's the respectable "in at ten o'clock
and up at seven" part of the wicked's
family that has all Jhe trouble and
does the worrying. ' . .
"If we could only keep it hidden for
a few days!" I said. ''But of course,
the papers will get it and just now,
with columns every day about Miss
Patty's clothes "
"Her what?"
"And all the princes of the blood
sending presents, and the king hot fa
voring it very much " -."What
are you talking about?"
"About , Miss Jennings'., wedding.
Don't you read the newspaper?"
He hadn't really known who she was
up to that minute. He put down the
tray and got up. '
"I I hadn't connected her with the
the newspaper. Miss Jennings," he
said, and lighted a cigarette over the
lamp. Something in his face startled
me, I must say.
"You're not going to give up now?"
I asked. I got up and put my hand on
his arm, and I think he was shaking.
"If you do, I'll VJl go out and drown
myself, head "down, in the eprlng "
He had been going to run away 1
saw it then but he put a hand over
mine. Then he looked at the door
where-Miss Patty had gone out and
gave himself a shake.
"I'll stay," he said. "We'll fight it
out on this line if it takes all summer,
Minnie. After all, what's blue blood
to good red blood?"
Which was almost what the bishop
had said! '
Mr. Moody took indigestion that
night not but that he always had rt,
but this was worseand Mrs. Moody
came to my room about two o'clock
and knocked at the door.
"You'd better come," she said.
"There's no doctor, and he's awful
bad."
We went down to Mr. Moody's room,
and he was sitting up in bed with his
knees drawn up to his chin and a hot
water bottle held to him.
"Look at your work, woman." he
said to me when I opened the door.
"I'm dying!" 1
ers being Lord Brereton and Sir Cliffe
Clifton, and derived its title from the
vanished city church of ' St Martin
Vintry, on College Hill, where the
youths used to practice, relates" the
London Chronicle. To the college
youths was dedicated Stedman's "Tin
tinalogia," the earliest book on change
ringing, which was published in 1667.
Lime Salts and Health.
The, Berliner Klinische Wcchen
schrift, in an article on the influence
of lime salts on the constitution and
health, speaks of some physicians
who are coming more and more to
believe that the use of calcium (lime)
in various forms is tbe keystone of
individual hygiene. Reinhardt, a
German physician, quoted, says:
"Neurasthenic, overworked- and physi
cally depressed persons are so rapid
ly healed by the chloride of calcium
solution that they cannot show sufS
cient gratitude. They feel as if new
ly born, full of zest of life, stronger
and more enduring than ever and
twenty years younger." It is not Im
probable that there is here an over
measure of enthusiasm. Many of
"You look sick," I said, going over
to the bed. It never does to cross
them when they get to the water-bottle
stage. "The pharmacy clerk's gone to 1
a dance over at Trimble's, but I guess
I can find you some whi3ky."
"I never touch the stuff and you
both know it," he snarled. , He had a
fresh pain just then and stopped, .
clutching up the bottle. "Besides," he
finished, when it was over, "I haven't
got any whisky."
Well, to make a long s.xy short, wa
got him to agree to soma yhisky from
the pharmacy, with a dro of pepper
mint in it, if he could wash it down
with spring water so it wouldn t at
any harm. .
I put on some stocking of Mrs. ,
Moody's and a petticoat and a shawl
and, started for the spring bouse.
It was still snowing, and part of the
time Mrs. Moody's stockings were up
to their knees. The wind was blowing
hard, and when I rounded the, corner
of the house my lantern went out 1
stood there in the storm, with the
shawl flapping, thanking heaven. I was
a single woman, and about ready to
go back and tell Mr. Moody what I
thought of him when I looked toward
the Bpring-house.
At first I thought it was afire, then
I saw that the light was comljig from
the windows. Somebody was inside,
with a big fire and all the lights go
ing. I went over cautiously to one of the
windows, wading in deep snow to get
there and if you have ever done that
in a pair of bedroom, slippers you can
realize the - state of my mind and
looked in.
There were three chairs drawn up In
a row in front of the fire, with my
bearskin hearth-rug on them to make
a couch, and my shepherd's plaid
shawl folded at one end for a pillow.
And stretched on that with her long
sealskin coat laid over her was Dor
othy Jennings, Miss Patty's youngei
sister! She was alone, as far as 1
could see, and she was leaning on hei
elbow with her cheelc in her haud,
staring at the fire. Just then the doot
into the pantry opened and out cam
Mr. Dick himself.
fWere you calling, honey?" he said,
coming over .and looking down at her.
"You were euch a long time!" toy
she, glancing up under her lashes al
him. "I I was lonely!"
"Bless yau," says Mr. Dick, -stooping
over her. "What did I ever do with
out you?"
I could have told her a. few things
he did, but by that time it was com
ing over me pretty strong that her
was the real Dicky Carter and that I
had an extra one cn my hands. Th
minute I looked at this one I knew
that nobody but a blind man- would
mistake one for the other, and "Mr.
Thoburn wasn't blind. I tell you 1
stood out in that snow-bank and per
spired! ,
Well', it was no place for me unlesa
they knew I was around. I waded
around to the door and walked in, and
there was a grand upsetting of th
sealskin coat and my shepherd's plaid
shawl. : - Mr. Dick jumped to his feet
and Mrs. Dick sat bolt -upright and
stared at me over the backs of the
chairs.
"Minnie!" cried Mr. Dick. "As I'm
a married man, 1 it's Minnie herself,
Dorothy, dont you remember Minnie?
She came toward me with her hand
He Looked Down at Me.
out "I'm awfully glad to see yon
again," she said. "Of course I remem
ber why you are hardly dressed at
all! You must be frozen!"
I went over to the fire and emptied
my bedroom slippers of snow. Then
I sat.down and looked at them both.
"Frozen!" repeated I; "I'm in a' hot
sweat If you two children meant to
come, why in creation didn't you come
in time?"
;"We did," replied Mr. Dick, prompt
ly. "We crawled under the wire fence
into the deer park at five minutes to
twelve. The will said 'Be on the
ground,' and I was flat on the ground !
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
When out on parade it is better to
hold your head up whether there is
anything in it or not.
the older physicians will remember
Doctor Brown-Sequard and the won
derful things that were to be done
by his discovery in making old fel
lows young again. The melancholy
Jacques observed that "from, hour U
hour we ripe and ripe and then, from
hour to hour we rot and rot" the
decay of the natural forces of age.
This is as true today a it was in
"As You Like It." in the forest of
Arden:
Made the Best
"Yes," said a smart young man, "I
used to be in the insurance business.
I once got a man to take out a ten-thousand-dollar
policy only about a
week before he happened to be
killed. He was a mighty hard chap
to land, too. I had to talk to him
for nearly six months before I got
him."
"I suppose," remarked his friend
"you regretted, after it was all over,
that your persuasive powers were so
good?" i
"Well er no. 1 never felt sorry
about it., The fact is, I made the best
of a bad job by marrying the widow.
Mr. 'William A. Radford will answer 1
Questions and give advice FREE OF
COST on all subjects pertaining to the
subject of building, for the readers of this
paper. On account of his wide experience
as Editor, Author and Manufacturer, he
Is, without doubt, the highest authority
on all these subjects. Address all inquiries
to William A. Radford, No. 178 West
Jackson boulevard, Chicago, 111., and only
enclose two-cent stamp for reply.
In some locations a house of one
story and a half looks better than a
higher one. Some folks like to build
low houses and to make them wider.
There are all kinds of houses and all
sorts of people, so that everyone
should be satisfied. There is a com
fortable look about the little cottage
here illustrated that I like.. It has a
roomy, comfortable, cool appearance
for summer; and it looks as though a
good furnace , in the cellar would
make it warm and cozy in the winter,
too. It is 30x45 feet long on the
ground, with the addition of two com
fortable porches.
This house should face the north.
Not every house plan Is suitable for a
lot with a northern exposure. Gen
erally speaking, a southern frontage is
preferred; but sometimes a northern
outlook is desirable. It is not possible
to face every house to the south, be
cause there are not sites enough of
this kind to go around. ; There are
advantages in a northern , exposure,
with a house built like this, which off
set some of the disadvantages. The
parlor, library and downstairs bed
room could get the east sun in the
morning. The kitchen would be bright
aid cheerful while the work is going
on in the forenoon, and the dining
room would be pleasant in winter time
from ten or eleven o'clock In the morn
ing until night The hallways, both up
stairs and down,, could be spared for
the northern exposure, because ball-
ways are not occupied except as pas
sageways. There is an opportunity In' this
house to put in two grates,, one In the
library and one la the parlor. A great
deal of attention is now being paid to
grates and mantels. Some new Cali
fornia grates are raised above the
floor of the room, set upon a sort of
step or pedestal Tbe idea is that
raising the fire slightly gets It up
where It may be seen to better advan
tage, and It is said to be a little
cleaner. Sometimes the fire step
reaches out in front like a hearth, and
extends on one side to the outer edge
of the chimney. Architects and build
ers are giving more attention to
grates and mantels, and the result la
that some extraordinary effects are
being introduced into , expensive
houses.; It is all right to make an In
teresting feature of a grate and man
tel; but it is all wrong to make any
.one thing in a house prominent above
First Floor Plan.
everything else. There is such a
thing as harmony in bouse construc
tion, as well as in dress or music.
One reason why open fires are not
more popular Is because the draft of
the chimney has so often been left
out of the contract It is easy to- spe
cify the size and height and to stipu
uate the amount of brick to be incor
porated in the chimney; but it is not
so easy to specify the amount of air
that shall pass up the flue In a given
length of time. The draft, however, is
more important than any other part of
the chimney. Without a good draft it
is impossible to have a satisfactory
fire. Builders of chimneys seldom
agree about the proper way to Insure
a "draw." If the fire will not draw,
it is an intolerable nuisance. It drives
everybody out of the room with tear
stained eyes and unprintable expres
sions. It also leaves a trail of smoke
on the walls, and other things very
much to the annoyance of the house
keeper. Some masons Insist that a chimney
must have a big throat in order to
make it draw; others are very partlco-
Senatorlal Definition.
Hoke Smith who, in addition to be
ing a United States senator, was for
many years president of the board
of education of ' Atlanta, received a
visit one afternoon from a Georgian
who wanted his indorsement for a
government job. Mr. Smith was as
genial and cheery as a fine day In
June, and the job seeker was greatly
encouraged because he had already
secured the indorsement of many oth
er senators. 'After he had finished
hji uplanatlon of, what he wanted.
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m rfeAiV . -.- J
lit "''i pi i
feB-saa-saraum t J
Iar to have a long, narrow opening
above the fire pot; but probably no man
understands exactly why one chimney
will have a good draft, while another ...
chimney that looks just like it will
have no draft at all. Some chimneys
with a big throat fail to draw. ' and
others with comparatively small-openings
work very satisfactorily.
Some of the best looking chimneys
are the poorest in this respect Some
times an outside chimney - will not
draw well because it is too cold. When
air gets heated, it naturally goes up
wards; but until the chimney gets
warm the current of air is not inclined
to follow up through the flue. For thla
reason some builders refuse to, put a
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Second Floor Plan.
chimney on an outside wall; but the
fact, remains that some outside chim
neys work firstrate. A miner In tha
foothills win build a chimney for hia
cabin out of stone or mud. and it will
work well; while a high-priced mason
will spend considerable money lin con
structing a fine house chimney that
will not accept a consigr..-nent of air
at any price. It is difficult to account .
n .1. I
lur some mings.
There is as much, difference la
grates as there is in chimneys 'and
mantels; from the old-fashioned and
Irons to the closed-in chimuey stoves, ,.
there are many variations There la
also a great variety In ' sizes. . Soma
grates are too small for any practical
use, while others are so large that
they entail a great waste of fueL
Some of the ' closed-ln stoves, those
that have revolving grates, may' be a
little cleaner and easier to take car
of; but they lack the charm of the
free, open grate. ' Tbe fire never looks
the same in one of these expensive at-,
fairs. It lacks interest It Is a sort of .
cross between tha fireplace and a
stove; it is neither one thing nor tha
other.-' ',( ! '.-..
Building a fireplace in any house la
a mistake unless it is Intended lor
use. A sham ornament of this kind
is a mere mockery, and it Is a disappointment-
Shams are never, satisfac
tory. A fireplace that Is never used la
a sham. It does not look well, and
should never find a place In a dwell
ing house, j ' . -
It is estimated that a house like
the one here shown can bo built com
plete, with fireplace-, flues and regis
ters, for from about $1,800 to $2,000;
and this estimate Is probably correct -for
most localities. Of course', wages
and cost of material are very much
higher in tone places than others,
and this must be taken into consid
eration In studying houso plans and
estimates. .
Metal Soles for Farm Shoes.
Shoes with aluminum soles are now
made for farmers and laborers who
are required to work in water or on
damp Soors. The top of the shoo is
of leather and the sole Is a continuous
piece of aluminum which covers tho
etire bottom and folds u a along the
sides. Between the foot and the
metal is a heavy felt insole, and tha
heel has a core of wood to decreaso
Lbr"tight Lack of flexibility in tho
glSVls made up for by a bar .under
the' ball of the foot, which gives a
buoyant roll to tho step and prevents
flat-footed walking. Aluminum la used
in preference to any other metal be i
cause it combines lightness xi kh great
durability, the coles tvearins longer
than rubber and being more imper
vious to water. Tho chocs tre raado
in three heights and are comparative
ly Inexpeslve. Foyular Mcchanclo.
Their Money's Worth.
. "I wonder why the collection is al
ways taken up at our church before
the sermon?" said liltlo Bcrtio Green.
"Why, don't joa know?" tsked lit
tle Sammy Blaclc, with a client as
sumption of , superiority. . "That's so
the preacher can tell how good a ser
mon to preach."
the senator observed urbanely: "My
dear boy, I bear not tho blightest
grudge against you, but I can't forget
that you have opposed me for tho
last six years." Popular Magazine.
The Reascn.
"That banker seemed tnniye4 t!at
he could not leave hisVciuxy cutr.p-.u-lon
to float in the water while. took
a swim."
"Being a financier, T' UJit fciue
known that a woman S'otJA ut float
alone."
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