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AUTHOR OF "THE OCCASIONAL OFFENDER." "THE WIRE TAPPERS," "GUN RUNNERS," ETC. NOVELIZED FROM THE PATHE PHOTO PLAY OF THE SAME NAME SYNOPSIS. On Windward Island Palidorl Intrigues Mrs. Gldern nto an appearance of evil which causes Golden to capture and tr ture the Italian by bran ling his face and crushing his hand. t'alid rl floods the is land and kidnaps Golden'i little daughter Margery. Twelve years later in New York a Masked One rescues Margery from Le gar and takes her to her father's home, whence she is recaptured. Margery's mother fruitlessly nmplores (Pl Idn to find their daugiht.r. The Lauglitng Mask again takes Margery away fromrn .egar Legar sends to Golden a warning and a demand for a portion of the chart iof Windward Island. Margery meets tier mother. The chart Is lost In a tight be tween Manley and one of Legar's hench men. but is recovered by the Laughing Mask. (ount Da Espares flgires in a dubhhus attempt to entrap Igar and claims to have killed him. (onllden' house is dynamited during a masked hall. IA- gar escapes but Ea Espares is crushed In te ruins. Margery rescues the Laughing Mask from the police. Manley finds Mar gery riot Indifferent to his love. lie saves her from Maukl's poisoned arrows Man lay plans a mock funeral which falls to accomplish the desired purpose, the cap ture of the Iron Claw and his gang Mar gery Is saved from death at the hands of the Iron Claw by the laughing Mask. An attempt by tile Iron Claw to blow up the O'Mara cottage is frustrated In the nick I of time. THIRTEENTH EPISODE The Hidden Face. Enoch Golden looked at the heavy shadows about his daughter's eyes. t Then he seated himself heavily in the arm-chair which she had so abstract- t edly turned about for h!m. e "Margery," he said with an effort at sternness, "are you still worrying t about that young Manley?" For a moment or two the girl re- d mained silent. "I can't help it. father." she finally Y acknowledged. And she further dis- b comfited her frowning parent by a h suspicion of tears in her downcast eyes. n "But I don't believe David Manley is a any more dead than I am!" the old as millionaire finally and stoutly as- n severated. "Then why has there been no word d of him, no trace of him, since the t( night of that awful explosion?" it This question, apparently, was not al an easy one to answer. But Enoch o Golden was not to be lightly dis- tl suaded from his task of consolation. ai "I'll tell you what I believe, my girL I believe everything's all right. L no matter what you think. Every- h thing's going to come out all right. b Before the week is out, if what the po- c lioe tell me is true, we're going td k have this man Legar safe behind the a prison bars where he belongs. What's 11 troubling me more than David Manley, just now, is the problem of this f - e- Igl Mask person. I had nothing h less than a deputy commissioner call fi me up this morning, for the authori- sl ties down in Center street are con- at villled of the fact this Laughing Mask tl would be a better haul than even T Legar himself. They claim to have in a clear record against him, and in ten re minutes I've got to face a delegation d from the detective bureau and tell tl them for the twentieth time just how d tabout that mysterious stranger d looking up, a tgure in a yellow l h ti flitted for a moment about the dringe si Ol Besi the ma.the Door Was the intruder's of ace Ye serious again.g Woman. "You Later in her room Margery Golden, t qulooking up, saw a figure in a yellow tred. "YShe ould even seem to appear only on thoseih occasions when I am," she slowly and u thoughtfully replied. "You are wondering at this very p moment if young Manley will ever h come back to you." fi She colored a little as she stared o up into the masked face. fi "Yes," she finally acknowledged, h "that is something I must know." q "Why?" She remained silent. "Is it because you care for him?" h The girl took a deep breath. Then tl she stared bravely up at her inter tl rogator. ( "Yes, it is because I care for him-- ,. a great deal." she found the courage g to reply. He turned about and tip-toed to the door. There, carefully nursing the a knob in the palm of his hand, he re- tl uleased the catch and swung the door suddenly inward. And crouched low a nto the hallway, close beside the door a frame, was the fgpre of a young wom- it an wearing a housemaid's spron. o The startled young woman, on dis- i eovering that she had been detected tl to the act of listaning at a keyhole., p srg to her feet and aed l ,k * s shadow down the long hallway. "Why, that was one our mualsl" r -aI the aslrshed ISrL a 'a4 ism a musrt ag t a thg tl Iron ('law's." announced the man in the mask. "But what are you going to do?' demanded the puzzled girl. "I'm going to show that I'm still your friend, and at the same time prove that this particular maid is your enemy," called back the man in the mask. But that particular maid, realizing apparently that events were shaping themselves into some final issue, lost no time in loitering along the hallway of that shadowy house. She ran straight to the heavy folding doors which shut off the library wherein. she knew. Enoch Golden was already conferring with his circle of officers from the detective bureau. Opening these doors, she confronted those startled officials. "If you're after that man you call the Laughing Mask," she announced in her shrill soprano, "you'll find him here in this house, at this very mo ment." "In this house?" echoed the astound. ed old millionaire. "You'll find him," shrilled the white faced maid, "in Margery Golden's room. And the sooner you get there the better!" "Thats a lie!" thundered the mas ter of the house. "Then send those men and show them it's a lie," was his servant's braz en challenge. They rose as one man and moved towards the door. But they did not pass through that door. They came to a pause, for the very material reason that a man in a yellow mask, holding a revolver in his hand, confronted them from the hallway. "Just a moment, gentlemen." this masked stranger suavely announced. although the suavity of his voice was somewhat discounted by the obviously menacing position of his firearm. "Since denunciations seem to be in or der, will you permit me to point out to you that the young lady who has just addressed you is Betsy LeMarsh. alias Williamsburg Sadie, not only one of the most adroit woman crooks in the city, but also an emissary and agent of Jules Legar himself!" Having made that speech, the Laughing Mask promptly swung the heavy folding doors shut. He did so before one of the astonished onlookers could interfere. Then he turned the key in the snaplock, and ran headlong along the quiet hall. He all but col lided with Margery Golden herself. "Here's where I take time by the forelock," he grimly announced, as he darted across the room to a huge old fashioLed grandfather's clock which stood against the farther wall. The astonished girl saw him swing open the door and step inside the clock. Then she turned quickly about, for the men from the central office were al ready in the room. And she had no desire to make their task easier for them. "That man came into this room!" declared one of the older men, chal lenging the half-smiling girl with an Indignant forefinger. "Where is her'" "How should 1 know.' asked the calm-eyed young woman. "Well, he's here, and we'll get him." declared the man who seemed to be the leader of the others. Then Margery Golden's heart suddenly came up into her mouth, for she could see that he was hurrying across the room in the direction of the clock. She could see his right hand go into his pocket and whip out a revolver as his left hand threw open the little black-walnut = door along the face of the clock. Then I she breathed again, for the clock was empty. t But the man with the revolver had I dropped td his knees and was patting interrogatively about the clock base. "I thought so!" he suddenly called out. "There's a spring trap here that t opens through the floor. Quick, some 1 of you men. get down to the base ment!" I Margery Golden was even able to i smile again. "Wilson," she said, "be so good as a to show these gentlemen the way to C the basement. And then be so good I as to have Miss Betsy LeMarsh come here." But Miss Betsy LeMarsh had com mandeered a hat and coat belonging 1 to her mistress, possessed herself of a jeweled ring or two and a small moroc co case, which she discreetly stowed away as she stole quietly down the servants' atairs, and slipped out through the shrubbery. So preoccupied was she, however, In putting distance between her and the a house which she had just left that she a failed to observe a figure simultane- t ously and quite as eagerly emerging from a basement window. Yet as she hurriedly rounded the block, in eager quest of a taxicab, this figure showed a an unmistakable interest in her move- i ments. And when she had finally I hailed a taxicab and climbed into it,I the stranger in a yellow mask so cau- K tiously shadowing her made a signal I to the driver of a mysterious limou- t sine. which seemed to be casually en- a gaged in following his own move I ments. a "Follow that taxicab," he com- t manded his driver as he leaped into the still-moving car. The man in the limousine sat tense a and silent, watching the flight for I mile after mile. Then, realizsing that a it was taking them beyond the bounds i of the city itself, he drew shut the t side-blinds of his car, reached under the seat and took from its hiding place a japanned tin box, remarkably s similar to an actor's make-up box. Balancing this on his knees, he rat t removed his mask of yellow cloth, adjusted a small folding minor to a the box Uid. ad bmed haimstr wth Il the assortment of pigments and cosmet ics of the make-up putty therein con tained. The clear-lined face which first gazed into the folding mirror slowly but unmistakably became con verted into something repellant to the eye. The next moment the limousine came to a stop at the roadside. "That taxicab has Just turned in at the Bellaire inn," the well-trained driv er called back to his master. "So I notice. And that's the place, I'11 wager, where Legar himself is trying to keep under cover." "There's the woman herself, run ning up the steps," announced the driver. "So I also observe. And under the circumstances, I think it would be best for you to slip after her, as quiet ly and quickly as you can." "Yes, sir!" "Then come back to the car and re port to me the number of the room she asks for. Find out the number. whatever happens. For in that room, I imagine, we're going to encounter our old friend of the Iron Claw." The Flash for Help. Jules Legar was in anything but an amiable frame of mind, and when Williamsburg Sadie was quietly ush ered into room 307 of the Bellaire inn, he greeted her with a malignant scowl which she promptly and openly resented. "You don't seem exactly crazy to see me," she announced as she watched Legar lock the door through which she had just entered. His right arm, she noticed, was carried in a vol uminous white cotton sling. "Didn't I tell you to keep away from this dump?" he wrathfully reminded her. "Well, I didn't come because I want ed to!" was the other's retort. "What's wrong?" "Everything's wrong! Old Golden had a bunch of fiatties in his house, and that Laughing Mask boob squealed on me to the bunch. So I had to beat it" Legar swung about on her. "And you beat it straight here. in open daylight, leaving a paper-chase trail at your heels!" There was rage in his voice. "I tell 'you I left no trail. rye got i·::.: ~~IKK "Just a Moment Gentlemen," Ths Masked Stranger Suarvely Announced. my own scalp to take care of. And if I've taken a chance to beat it up here and put you wise, it seems to me there's more than this grouch-talk comin' to me!" "Then, for the love of heaven, worn. an, don't hbller so the whole house will hear you! Speak quietly." A one-sided smile played about the hardened face of that worldly wise young woman. "I guess you're kind o' losin' your nerve," she contemptuously an nounced. "Listen to me, my girt. I've been at this game longer than you have, and I've learned there are times when even walls have ears." The woman laughed. "Then you'd better get earmuffs on that window sill, for I've got a hunch it's-" Her voice died away at the same moment that the smile vanished from her face. "Dont turn around." she said in a sudden startled whisper as she lobked down at her feet. "For there's a man's face starin' in at that window now." Legar remained motionless. "What face?" he quietly asked. "Its the man in the Laughing Mask!" was the whispered response. Legar continued to stare at her, still motionless. "That means he came up by the fire escape," meditated the fugitive. "And that means Red Egan must surely have seen him." The next moment the man with his arm in a sling had thrown the band age aside and was running towards the window that opened on the fire escape landing. On that narrow ledge of sheet-metal, wedged in between the window sash and the escape railing, a terrific com bat was already taking place. Before Legar could get the window open thq Laughing Mask, by an adroit Jiu-jitsu movement of the body. succeeded in pinning the winded Red Egan down on the fire-escape platform. But already a second sentry of Legar's was swarm ing up the narrow metal stairway. and all the attention of the man in the mask had to be directed towards his new adversary. It was while countering the on slaught of this second enemy that the Laughing Mask became conscious of still another point of attack. For as he fought there, on his knees, astride the panting form of Red Egan, an iron claw reached viciously out over the window sill behind him, and fixed it self in his shoulder. The next mo ment he was being hauled bodily in through the open window. Ready hands were there to take pos session of that battered and breath less aptve. "Put him It .k exultantly commanded tRed Egan and his accom the Laugh ing Mask green-tapes tried wing in the center of the "Now what'l him?" de manded the "Leave him ced L gar, studying out of nar rowed and Then the I man with the ped slow ly and studio to the chair in which the g Mask I sat, for the 1i was none too clear. " / "So you're iyutery, are I you! You're keeps a dead wall betwt the world, I eh! Well, my , we'll soon put your visor ] Williamsburg her mouth 1 slightly agape, y between t the chair and watching the I man with the as he exulted over his enemy. ched Legar's c hand as It rea the mask of a yellow cloth an Ilciously from I the face which cealed. Then a sc but high t pitched, burst stortled lips. t For what she s isemed more a like a charnel- ver than a r human face. disoolored r surface ran II The bulbous t and distorted moist with r sweat, seemed a fibroid n tumor than an flesh and t: bone. The of the mouth leered crooked)l a face that u seemed leprous in its corruption. Even tl the eyes, bloodshot and small, seemed 14 to stare out from under a gangrenous brow. And Legar drew back at the sight of those loathsome features. He c backed slowly away, staring at that face, until he came to the electric but ton set in the wall. He reached out to switch on the electrolter, for the h struggle on the fire-escape landing had to left a curtain hanging half over the window, and this made the light un- a certain. But even as Legar lifted his b finger to the switch a sadden knock sounded on the door of the room. Both Red Egan and the woman a turned mutely to Legar. And as they w looked, the knock was repeated, loud- re er than before. T "Lock him in that closet," was the u] hi Iron Claw's whispered command. t "And throttle him at the first sound!" . Legar, who had already'crossed to - the door that opened into the hall. , waited there until the closet door had t been locked and shut. He found a chambermaid standing I there. "Is there anything the matter, sir?" I she asked In genuine alarm. "The matter? What should be the I matter?" inquired the sleepy-eyed oc cupant of the room. "I thought I heard a scream, sir," explained the chambermaid, already C relieved. "Not in this room, my dear." calmly I announced Legar. "I'm sorry if I was mistaken." ex- I plained the maid. It was Red Egan who stepped to c Legar's side as the key was once more silently turned in the lock t "Here's a signet ring I took off your I man in there. Would that give you any tip as to who he is " E Legar stood studying the ring, turn. I ing it over and over in his hand. t "No." be finally announced. "But it'll let me send a tip to our old friend Golden. i'll send him that ring to I show him we've got the Laughing I Mask here. With it will go a note giving him his last chance to hand t over that chart!* t "And who'll caay that note?" asked t Williamsburg Sadie, out of the silence 1 of apprehension which fell over the I little group. "You will." calmly announced Le gar. I "Not on your life!" was the girl's 1 quavering reply. "I'm through with t those people!" t "But you're not through with me yet, my girl. You're going to take this note to Enoch Golden. and you're go ing to do it without any risk. I'll call I up Golden myself and tell him he'll get I it back, ten to ose, if he makes a I single move agalast yon. And besides 1 that, we've got h~ so beaten at this I game that he's laing to cry quits the minute he sees weve roped in the last I of his gong, the minute I tell him I'll t leave the country on condition he a coughs up the pap6r!" "And s'posin' he does weaken and a hand over that paper? Where do It get off?" t "'"You come beak hre with it as fast a as wheels can rry you. And if you c move as quick as I want you to move, t you'll Just about get back in time to see the finish at yet friend in the yellow maskl' "Well, I wan tao be 1n on that fin- I Ish!" announced .e audacous.eyed I young woman. But Betsy Lerlr's friend in the a yellow mask. tor al his captivity, was apparently prs'nalu lr' that finish in t S omre acti e m-so than was mma. y Ined by his captors. For, the moment n he was locked in the narrow closet, ý- he had undertaken a systematic - search of Its gloomy corners. That e search, however, was rewarded only by the discovery of a group of insulat ed wires running along its outer wall. Yet these wires he examined with not º a little care. And the examination led him to conclude, both from the a nature of the wires and the heaviness of the insulation about them, that they r were an integral portion of the light ing system of the hotel. That they e were not "dead" he promptly discov ered by scraping away the insulation I e tissue and bringing two of the bared a wires in contact. This resulted in an immediate hiss and spark of light. a And that gave the prisoner an idea. By "breaking" the current, he knew. I he could send a message needling i through all the nervous system of the ) house. And at some one point, he felt I sure, that methodic play of dot and s dash in the light bulb would arouse ! suspicion and cause a search to be B instigated. It was, in fact. In the office of the Shotel itself, where High-Collar Davis, the house detective, leisurely perused an evening paper for certain racing returns close beside a rotund and robinlike room clerk in a red vest. that an electric bulb just above the register began to conduct itself in a manner that was first mysterious and then challenging. High-Collar Davis, looking languidly up from his racing charts, watched this light for several moments of si lence. "Well, I'll be blowed!" he finally ejaculated. "What's wrong?" asked the room clerk. Instead of replying, the house de tective took out paper and pencil, and, . carefully watching the winking and li blinking bulb, wrote a number of let ters down on his slip of paper. P "That's the first time." he solemnly - announced, "I ever saw an electric bulb talk Morse!" "Talk Morse?" echoed the other. a "Yes, talk Morse, or I never round- y ed the brass for two years. And here's c what it has said, twice over. Help- n room three-o--seven---help-help!" The house detective suddenly stood ti upright. "Say, who is In 307 in this house, anyway?' "That Virginian with his arm in a p sling!" ai "Then It's up to us to find out what's g going on in that room!" The Laughing Mask, in the mean- tc time, was no longer giving his atten- ci tion to the wires along the closet wall. But with his pocket knife he had al- w ready removed the set screw from the door knob of the closet door. Then. hi swinging lightly up to the shelf that stood some five feet from the floor, he m seated himself there opposite the door. By grasping the two heavy clothes ti hooks screwed into this door, and by ol planting his feet firmly against the ai sash on either side of' It, he felt that he was not altogether at the mercy of his enemies, since by so bracing him- 11 self he could hold that door shut li against all intruders. Legar might break it down, it was true, but that would both take time and involve cer- tt tat risks. And help might come at tc any moment. l Even as he sat there he could hear m the key turned in the lock and then m the sound of Legar's quick oath of ex asperation as the door knob fell loose ti to the floor, in response to his tug at tb it. At the same time hope rose In the captive's heart, for he could hear the m muffled sound of a knock on the outer door. And still again the prisoner in t the closet could hear Legar's oath of exasperation. This was followed by se the sudden impact of the heavy wing al chair against the panels of the closet w door. That blow, repeated again and yet again, was beavy enough to break di through the weed. But that dignitary j known as High-Collar Davis, being a gentleman not given to inactivity in hi moments of emergency, and being suf ficiently persuaded of untoward pro- , ceedings behind the door which re fused to open to his knock, promptly 4, seized a fire ax from its vermilion- , painted rack in the hall, and sent it , crashing through the panels of the door whichb bore the numerals 307. Legar, seeing the door giving way before this determined onslaught, drew w his revolver and emptied it into the al half demolished closet door even as he backed away across the room to the open window. There he followed his already vanishing accomplices out on the fire escape, swarming down the narrow ladder after them as the outer A door of the room gave way and a group of excited hotel attendants. headed by High-Collar Davis, came tumbling into the room. The man who emerged from the SI closet lingered only long enough to "1 point out to them the fleeing figures al- be ready at the toot of the fire escape. al Then he himself darted down through T the hotel hallway, took the stairs on In the run, circled out through the r o tunda, and springing through shrub ti bery and flower beds, leaped into a ci limousine drawn up at the side of the fc road. a "Fellow that touring car those men i have just piled into." he called out to st his driver. "Follow it until we get into ft the city. Then swing past it and get dl to Golden's house before It does. what- tc ever happens!" al But that touring car showed itself to sa be a much speedier vehicle than its un- F kempt appearance might indicate. And a its driver seemed possessed of a sur- c prisingly intimate knowledge of subur- a, ban side roads, for as the black "' limousine drew up on it the dust-cov- e ered open car suddenly swerved to the a left, dipped into a narrow valley, and a took the rise to the railway track like pi a swallow rounding a cliff head. la Then the man in the yellow mask it stood up in his car, with an involun- bh tary gasp of horror on his lips. For ye thundering along the curving track li as the dusty touring car rose to the in crossing came an even swifter-moving bi through freight, whistling its frantic lo warning as it came. " But that warning was too late. The w pilot of the locomotive seemed to root like a boar's snout under the flimsy body of the automobile and then toes it and its human freight high over its ol shoulder. There wuas a momentary cascade of bodies and metal through qi the air, a sudden discontinuance of the whitle hlats'e and the grind of steel nt against steel as the startled engine At, driver threw on his brakes. Ic "Did they strike?" asked the Laugh at lug Mask's chauffeur over his shoulder. ly "Yes, they struck! But don't turn it- back. Keep going! For there's an 11. other car from that hotel following us, ot and we've still got to get to Golden's in house first." he It was some twelve minutes later ss that Margery Golden. as she sat dis ay consolately in the quietness of her It- room, found herself confronted by an ýy unannounced visitor. "v- It's you!" she gasped, as she rose )n to her feet and found the Laughing t. i/ " Id 3e )e le A Terrific Combat Was Taking Place. a Mask standing, a little breathless. last dinside her door. "I'm sorry to startle you," he an. plained, "but as usual, they didn't give A Terrific Combat"But what has happenedg Place "The same thing over again. There are five men downstairs persuading I- your father the Laughing Mask is at a criminal, and those five men are deter - mined to make me a prisoner." "But why should they keep saying this?" asked the bewildered girL s "Because they don't understand." "No. they don't understand," she re" I peated. Then she turned and stared at the masked face. "Nor do I alto n e gether understand!" I "But surely you'd trust me enough to hide me away here until I can es cape from them?" "How can you ask me to trust you when you refuse to trust me?" "But I do trust you. I always have!" t "Yet not enough to remove that l mask." The man standing with his back to 3 the door'remained silent for a moment r or two. Then he quietly reached back N and turned the key in the lock. a t "And you insist that I unmask?" ! f "No. I de not insist. But if you be. i lieve in my honesty I also want to be, f t lieve ito your" bi t Again there was a moment of sitence. t "You are right." said the man is l the mask. Then he crossed the roam It t to the door of the white-tiled bath- e room, lauaghing as he went. "But sinee Is ' my beuds are clean. I also insist that tr I my ace shall be!" it The girl stood puzzled as she beard f the sound of a tap being turned and S t the splash of water. f "What are you doing?' she de rt manded. A quiet laugh echoed out of the lit- r Ste white-tiled room. "Washing my face," answered a somewhat altered voice "and I'm I afraid I'm rather spolag your towel al with my make-up." w I The next minute the Laughing Mask. to denuded of his domin, stepped hack di into the room. s "Will you trust mm enough now to m help me get away?" he asked. The girl stared rend-eyed Into the B smiling face above her. She started to o1 ift her hand, as though in wonder, to N her brow. But the man in the door- a way imprisoned that hand in his own. h( and drew her a little closer to him. t "Will you trust me nowt" he re peated. S"Yes." she said, in a voice hushed r with wonder, as she felt his arms close l about her. "I will always trust you!" d (TO BE CONTINUED.) MEN WHO WILL NOT WORK Army of Worthless "Panhandlers" In New Ybrk Cut Off From to Suppliesl At the request of the police and the at Salvation Army ofecials most of the oI "bread l:nes" in New York city are to r be abolished and those which remain tt Sare to be under strict supervision. ct SThis action follows an investigation fc Smade by officials of the police bureau of unemployment and of the Salava. tion Army, a correspondent of the Cn- 01 cinnati Times-Star writes. It was is f ound that more than 300 men, most o- them quite able bodied, were living a ltfh of lazy ease by giving Sstrict attention to the opportunities of. fered in the bread lines. Scores of in t dividuals who were "spotted" were found at the Evening Sun's bread line at noon, at the bread line in Cooper square between 6 and 8 p. m., at Fleischmann's bread line at midnight, I and at the Bowery mission. where free coffee and sandwiches are issued at 1 a. m. A systematic canvass of these "regulars" was made, and all were of fered employment at from $1 to $3 a day. Only afive men in the more I than 300 accepted. The others either pretended inability to work or simply laughed at the idea of going to work. SIt was found that many of them had Sbeen living lives of utter lazlness for Syears, getting their food in the bread Slines and spending their leisure either I in the reading rooms of the public I1 I braries or in the low saloons of the :lower Bowery, where they bought "pink elephant" whisky with nlckels which they had begged on the struts. White Man's Burden. 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In these days of "off again, on again, gone again" discussions, with women writing to the newspapers and telling how they can bathe, dress, pow der and all the rest of it in so many (or so few) miantes, here comes a "mere man" who put them all to shame. He is Richard Leslie of the American Bead company, and before an audleace of the students and teachers of the New York evening school of Industrial art he gave an artistic llustratioa of how to design a dress by drapping it on the living model. With half a dosen yards of yellow silk and as many of syrstal-beaded tulle, Mr. Leslie made up a fashionable evening dress In about seven minutes. He could have done It in less time, he said, but he wished to have his students follow his methods.-New York Telegram. 8core of Waterpower ProJests. Chief Forester Graves announced today that 20 new waterpower projects utilizing national forest lands began operation in the year ending June 80, and 40dO applications for power project permits were received, including eight from Alaska. Forty-two per cent of the total developed waterpower of the country is from streams on national forest land, he declared. An electric blower takes the place of towels in the wasbrooms of some large industrial estahithmenta. Why Wait Mr. Coffee Drinker, till heart, nerves, or stom ach 'give way)" The sure, easy way to-keep out of coffee troubles is to use the pure food-drink- POSTUM Better quit coffee now, while you are feelin good, and try Poehtun, the popular American beverags aThere's a Rason -