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The STOLEN SINGER by MARTHA BELLINGER c 'OPYA/ewr /9J/ 77iC 303BJ -+f£X*/U COAf/>AJfY BYNOPBIB. Agatha Redmond, opera alnser, atartlng for an auto drive in New York, finds a itrangi-r sent as her chauffeur. Leaving the car, she goes into the park to read the will of an old friend of her mother, who has left her property. There she is accosted by a stranger, who follows her to the auto, climbs In and chlorofoims her. James Hambleton of Lynn. Mass., witnesses the abduction of Agatha Red mond. Hambleton sees Agatha forcibly taken aboard a yacht. He secures a tug end when near the yacht drops over board. Aleck Van Cainp, friend of Ham bleton. had an appointment with him. Not meeting Hambleton, he makes a call upon friends. Madame and Miss Melanie Rey nler. He proposes to the latter and Is re fused. The three arrange a coast trip pn Van Camp’s yacht, the Sea Gull. Hambleton wakes up on board the Jeanne D'Arc, the yacht on which Is Agatha Redmond. Hie clothes and money belt have been taken from him. He meets a man who Introduces himself as Monsieur Chatelard, who Is Agatha’s abductor. They fight, but are interrupted by the •Inking of the vessel. Jimmy and Agatha sre both abandoned by the crew, who take to the boats. Jimmy and Agatha •wim for hours and finally reach shore In a thoroughly exhausted condition. Re toverlrg slightly, the pair find Hand, tt\e chauffeur who assisted In Agatha’s ab duction. He agrees to help them. Jim Is delirious and on the verge of death. Hand Bm for help. He returns with Dr. ayer, who revives Jim, and the party la conveyed to Charlesport, where Aga am’s property Is located. Dr. Thayer is me brother of Agatha’s benefactor. Van Camp and his party. In the Sea Gull, reach Charlesport and get tidings of the wreck of the Jeanne D r Arc. Aleck finds 71m on the verge of death and Agatha in despair. CHAPTER Xlll.—Continued. “I can’t go in—l can’t bear to nee him so 111," she whispered; and as Aleck looked at her before entering the sick-room, he saw that her eyes were filled With tears. Agatha went back to her couch, feel ing that the heavens had opened. Here was a friend come to her from she knew not where, whose right it was to assume responsibility for the sick man. He was kind and good, and he loved her rescuer with the boyish devotion of their school-days. He would surely help; he would work with her to keep death away. What ever love and professional skill could do, should be done; there had been no question as to that, of course, from the beginning. But here was some one who would double, yes, more than double her own efforts; some one who was strong and well and capable. Her heart was thankful. Before Aleck returned from the pick-room. Doctor Thayer’s step sound ed on the staifs, followed by the mildly complaining voice of Sallle Kingsbury. Presently the two men were in a low-voiced conference In the hall. Agatha waited while they Calked, feeling grateful afresh that Doctor Thayer's grim professional wisdom was to be reinforced by Mr. Van Camp’s resources. When the doctor entered Agatha’s room, her face had almost the natural flush of health. "Ah, Miss Agatha Redmond" —the doctor continued frequently to ad dress her by her full name, half in affectionate deference and half with some dry sense of humor peculiar to himself —"Miss Agatha Redmond, so you're beginning to pick up! A good thing, too; for I don’t want two pa tients in one house like- the one out yonder. He's a very sick man. Miss ,Agatha." "I know, doctor. I have seen him grow worse, hour by hour, even since pve came. What can be done?” "He needs special nursing now, and your man in there will be worn out presently.” "Oh, that can be managed. Send to Portland, fo Boston, or somewhere. We can get a nurse here soon. Do not spare any trouble, doctor. I can arrange— ’’ Doctor Thayer squared himself and passed slowly up and down Agatha’s room. 'He did not reply at once, and when he did, It was with one of his Characteristic turns toward an ap parently Irrelevant topic. "Have you seen Sister Susan ?’’ he inquired, stopping by the side of Agatha’s couch and looking down on her with his shrewd gase. It was a needless question, for he knew that Agatha had not seen Mrs. Stoddard. She- had been too weak and ill to see anybody. Agatha shook her head. ' "Well, Miss Agatha Redmond, Susan’s the nurse we need for that young gentleman over there. It's con stant care he must have now, day and night; and if he gets well, it will be good nursing that does it. There isn’t A nurse in this country like Susan, When she once takes hold of a case. fThat Mr. Hand in there is all right, t>ut he can’t sit up much longer night And day, as he has been doing. And !he isn’t a woman. Don’t know why It Is, but the Lord seems bent on (throwing sick men into women’s Nogi Ordered to Marry ’Japanese Hero Took Bride Practically at the Command of His Su perior Officer. The Countess Nogi was a woman do less remarkable in many ways than her famous husband. The circumstan ces of her marriage with Nogi, when he was a brilliant young officer, are unusual in the extreme, especially in Japan. She was the daughter of Sadayokl Toji, and one day she was sitting In the window of her-tether’s house in .Tokyo watching the troops march past, when she saw a gallant young officer In oommand and Immediately fell In love with him. Her tether ,found it out and found ont who the Officer was, and later Nogi was ap proached to bring about a match. He would not hear of it, as he had dedicated his life to the nation and did not Intend to marry. But the young •lady would not endure this attitude, •and her father approached one of the hands —as If they weren't more than a match for us when we’re well!” Agatha’s humorous smile rewarded the doctor's grim comments, if that was what he wanted. j "No, doctor,” she said, with a fleet ing touch of her old lightness, "we’re never a match for you. We may en tertain you or nurse you or feed you. or possibly once in a century or two inspire you; but we’re never a match for you.” “For which Heaven be praised!” ejaculated the doctor fervently. s • Agatha watched him as he fumbled nervously about the room or clasped his bands behind him under his long coat-tails. The greenish-black frock coat hung untidily upon him, and his white fringe of hair was anything but smooth. She perceived that some thing other than medical problems troubled him. “Would your sister—would Mrs. Stoddard—be willing to come here to take care of Mr. Hambleton?”,she ven tured. “ABk me that,” snapped the doctor, "when no man on earth could tell whether she'll come or not. She says she won’t. She’s hurt and she’s out raged; or at least she thinks she is. But If you could get her to think that it was her duty to take care of that poor boy in there, she’d come fast enough.” Agatha was puzzled. She felt as If there were a dozen ways to turn and only one way that would lead her aright; and she could not find the clue to that one right way. At last she attacked the doctor boldly. "Tell me. Doctor Thayer," she said earnestly, "just what It la that causes Mrs. Stoddard to feel hurt and out raged. Is it simply because I have inherited the monpy and the house? She can not possibly know anything about me personally." The old doctor thrust his under jaw out more belligerently than ever, while turning his answer over In his mind. He took two lengths of the room before stopping again by Agatha’s side and looking down on her. "She says it isn’t the money, but that it’s the slight Hercules put upon her for leaving the place, our old home, out of the family. That’s one thing; but that isn’t the worst. Susan’s orthodox, you know, very orthodox; and she has a prejudice against your profession—serving Satan, she calls it. She thinks that’s what actresses and opera singers do, though how she knows anything about it, I don’t see." The grim smile shone in the doctor’s eyes even while he looked, half anxiously, to see how Agatha was tak ing his explanation of Mrs. Stoddard’s attitude. Agatha meditated s mo ment. "If it’s merely a prejudice In the abstract against my being an opera singer, I think she will overcome that. Besides, Mr. Hambleton Is neither an actor nor an opera singer; he isn’t ’serving Satan.”* "Well —’’ the doctor hesitated, and then went on hastily, with a great show of irritation, "Susan’s a little set In her views. She disapproves of the way you came here; says you shouldn’t have been out in a boat with two men, and that it’s a judgment for sin, your being drowned, or next door to it. I’m only saying this, my dear Miss Agatha, to explain to you why Susan— ’’ But Agatha was enlightened at last, and roused sufficient to cause two red spots, brighter than they had ever been in health, to burn on her cheeks. She sat up very straight, facing Doc tor Thayer’s worried gaze, and Inter rupted him' in tones ringing with anger. "Do you mean to tell me, Doctor Thayer, that your sister, the sister of my mother's lifelong friend, sits in her house and Imagines scandalous stories about me, when she knows nothing at all about the facts or about me? That she thinks I was out in a boat alone with two men? That she is mean enough to condemn me with out knowing the first thing about this awful accident? Oh, I have no words!” And Agatha covered her burning face with her hands, unable, by mere speech, to express her outraged feel ings. Doctor Thayer edged uneasily about Agatha’s couch, with a manner resembling that of a whipped dog. “Why, my dear Miss Agatha, Susan will come round in time. She’s not so bad, really. She’ll come round in time, only Just now we haven’t any time to spare. Don’t feel so badly; Susan is too set in her views—” high officers, a superior of Nogl’s, and this officer fell In with the idea at once, saying the match would be moat suitable and It was Juat what Nogi should do. The word was given from above to the young officer, and Nogi practically married Mias Yojl at the command of his superior officer. The union turned out to be an ideal one, as the subse quent history of the pair and their two brave sons has proved. The Count and Countess Nogi are regarded by the na tion as the most exemplary couple that oould be found anywhere. She was every Inch is much a Samurai as he was.—Tokyo correspondence of Lon don Standard. College Girls. First of all the girl who goes to col lege must remember that the initial Impression that she makes determines very largely her happiness or unhappi ness for the first few weeks. Above all things, she should not arrive in on "’Set!”’ cried Agatha. "She's a horrid, unchristian woman!" "Oh, no," remonstrated the doctor. "Susan’s all right, when you once get used to her. She’s a trifle old-fashion ed in her views—" But Agatha was not listening to the doctor’s feeble justification of Susan. She was thinking hard. “Doctor Thayer,” she urged, “do you want that woman to come here to take care of Mr. Hambleton? Isn’t there any one else in this whole countryside who can nurse a sick man? Why, I can do it myself; or Mr. Van Camp, his cousin, could do it. Why should you want her, of all people, when she feels so toward us?” The moment his professional judg ment came into question Doctor Thay er slipped out from the cloud of em barrassment which had engulfed him in his recent conversation, and as sumed the authoritative voice that Agatha had first heard. "My dear Miss Agatha Redmond, that is foolish talk. You are half sick, even now; and it requires a strong person, with no nerves, to do what I desire done. Mr. Van Camp may be his cousin, but the chances are that he wouldn’t know a bromide from a blister; and good nurses don’t grow on bushes in Ilion, nor in Charles port, either. There isn’t one to be had, so far as I know, and we can’t wait to send to Augusta or Portland. The next few days, especially the next twenty-four hours, are critical." Agatha listened intently, and a growing resolution shone in her eyes. "Would Mrs. Stoddard come, if it were not for what you said—about me?" she asked. "The Lord only knows, but I think she would," replied the poor, har assed doctor. "She's always been a regular Dorcas In this neighborhood.” "Dorcas!" cried Agatha, her anger again flaring up. “I should say 8ap phlra." "Oh, now, Susan isn’t so bad, when you once know her," urged the doc tor. Agatha got up and went to the win dow, trailing her traveling rug after her. "She shall come —I’ll bring her. And sometime she shall mend her words about me —but that can wait. If she will only help to save James Hambleton’s life now! Where does she live?" Suddenly, as she stood at the window, she saw an opportunity. "There’s Little Simon down there now under the trees; and his buggy muBt be somewhere near. Will you stay here. Doctor Thayer, with Mr. Ham bleton, while I go to see your sister?” "Hadn't I better drive you over to see Susan myself?” feebly suggested the doctor. “No, I’ll go alone." There was anger, determination, gunpowder in Agatha’s voice. "But mind you, don't offer her any money," the doctor warned, as he watched her go down the hall and dis appear for an Instant in the x bedroom where James Hambleton lay. She came out almost Immediately and without a word descended the staisway, opened the' dining-room door, and called softly to Sallie Kings bury. Doctor Thayer returned to the sick room. Ten minutes later he beard the wheels of Little 81mon’s buggy rolling rapidly up the road in the direction of Susan Stoddard's place. CHAPTER XIV. 8usan 8toddard’s Prayer. There was a wide porch, spotlessly scrubbed, along the front of the house, and two hydrangeas blooming gorgeously In tubs, one on either side of the walk. The house looked new and modern, shiny with paint and fur nished with all the conveniences of fered by the relentless progress of our day. Little Simon had informed Agatha, during their short drive, that Deacon Stoddard had achieved this "resi dence" shortly before his death; and his tone Implied that it was the pride of the town, its real treasure. Even to Agatha’s absorbed and preoccupied mind it presented a striking contrast to the old red house, which had re ceived her so graciously into its spa cious comfort. She marveled that anything so fresh and modish as the house before her could have come into being in the old town. It was next 10 a certainty that there was a model laundry with set tubs beyond the kitchen, and equally sure that no old horsehair lounge subtly invited the wearied traveler to rest. A cool draft came through the screen door. Within, it was cleaner than anything Agatha had ever seen. The stalr-rall glistened, the polished floors shone. A neat bouquet of sweet peas stood exactly in the center of a snow-white doily, which was exactly in the middle of a shiny, round table. The very door-mat was brand new; Agatha would never have thought of wiping her shoes bn it. Agatha’s ring was answered by a half-grown girl, who looked scared when she saw a stranger at the door. Agatha walked into the parlor, in spite of the girl’s hesitation in inviting her, and directed her to say to Mrs. 1 Stoddard that Miss Redmond, from the old red house, wished particularly to see her. The girl's face assumed an elaborately trimmed suit, a beplumed hat and pumps. Such things may be suitable for rare occasions at home, but they find practically no place In the outdoor wardrobe of the well bred college woman. The plain tail ored suit cut on good lines, a tailored hat to match and neat shoes create an Impression of quiet good taste and ap propriateness. This keynote of sim plicity should be recognized through out her wardrobe. Elaborate chiffon or ust waists and fussy neckwear are of little use, for a college girl’s room was never designed for clothes which require careful treatment and pro tection from dust. —Leslie’s. Smelled a Grafter. A Boston clubman recently return ed from a visit to New York City. In discussing his trip one of hls friends ssked him whether he had a policeman in his pocket. The club man hesitated for a moment, serious ly questioning hls friend’s sanity, when the latter added: "I didn’t know whether you could be there a week without some grafter or other get ting into your pocket.” expression of intelligent and ecstatic curiosity. “Oh!” she breathed* Then, **Bhe’s putting up plums, but she can come out In a few minutes.” She could not go without lingering to look at Agatha, her wide-eyed gaze taking note of her, hair, her dress, her hands, her face. As Agatha became conscious of the ingenuous Inspection to which she was subjected, she smiled at the girl —one of her old, radiant, friendly smiles. ‘Run now, and tell Mrs. Stoddard, there’s a, good child! And sometime you must come to see me at the red house; will you?” The girl’s faco lighted up as if the sun had come through a cloud. She smiled at Agatha in return, with a “Yes” under her breath. Thus are slaves made. Left alone in the cool, dim parlor, bo orderly and spotless, Agatha had a presentiment of the prejudice of class and of religion against which she was about to throw herself. Susan Stod dard’s fanaticism was not merely that of an individual; it represented the stored-up strength of hardy, con science-driven generations. The Stod dards might build themselves houses with model laundries, but they did not thereby transfer their real treasure from the incorruptible kingdom- If they were not ruled by aesthetic ideals, neither were they governed by thoughts of worldly display. This fragrant, clean room bespoke charac ter and family history. Agatha found herself absently looking down at a white wax cross, entwined with wax flowers, standing under a glass on the center-table. It was a strange piece of handicraft. Its whiteness was suggestive of death, not life, and the curving leaves and petals, through which the vital sap once flowed, were beautiful no longer, now that their day of tender freshness was so inap propriately prolonged. As Agatha, with tuind aloof, wondered vaguely at the laborious patience exhibited in the work, her eye caught sight of an in scription molded In the wax pedestal: “Brother.” Her mind was sharply brought back from the impersonal re gion of speculation. What she saw was not merely s sentimental, mis guided attempt at art; It was Susan Stoddard’s memorial of her brother, Hercules Thayer—the man who had so unexpectedly Influenced Agatha’s own life. To Susan Stoddard this wax cross waa the symbol of the compan ionship of childhood, and of all the sweet and bitter involved in the inex plicable bond of blood relationship. Agatha felt more kindly toward her because of this mute, fantastic me morial. She looked up almost with her characteristic friendly smile as she heard slow, steady steps coming down the hall. The eyes that returned Agatha’s look were not smiling, though they did not look unkind. They gazed, with out embarrassment, as without pride, Into Agatha's face, as if they would probe at once to tho covered springs of action. Mrs. Stoddard was a thick set* woman, rather short, looking to ward sixty, with Iron-gray hair parted in the middle and drawn back In an old-fashioned, pretty way. It was to the credit of Mrs. Stod dard’s breeding that she took no no tice of Agatha’s peculiar dress, un eulted as it was to any place but the bedroom, even in the morning. Mrs. Stoddard herself was neat as a pin In a cotton gown made for utility, not beauty. She stood for an instant with her clear, untroubled g&ze full upon Agatha, then drew forward a chair from its mathematical position against the wall. When she spoke, her voice was a surprise, it was so low and deep, with a resonance like that of the ’cello. It was not the voice of a young woman; It was, rather, a rare gift of age, telling how beautiful an old wom an’s speech could be. Moreover, It carried refinement of birth and cul ture, a beauty of phrase and enuncia tion, which would have marked her with distinction anywhere. “How do you do, Miss Redmond?” Agatha, standing by the table with the cross, made no movement toward the chair. She was not come face to face with Mrs. Stoddard for the pur pose of social visitation, but because, in the warfare of life, she had been sent to the enemy with a message. That, at least, was Agatha’s point of view. Officially, she waa come to plead with Mrs. Stoddard; personally, she was hot and resentful at her unjust words. Her reply to her hostess’ greet ing was brief and her attitude unbend ing. “I have come to ask you, Mrs. Stod dard,” Agatha began, though to her chagrin, she found her voice was un steady—"l have come personally to ask you, Mrs. Stoddard, if you will help us In caring for our friend, who is 111. Your brother. Doctor Thayer, wishes it It is a case of life and death, maybe; and skilful nursing Is difficult to find.” Agatha’s hand, that rested on the table, was trembling by the time she finished her speech; she was vividly conscious of the panic that had come upon her nerves at a fresh realisation of the wall of defense and resistance which she was attempting to assail. It spoke to her from Mrs. Btoddard’s Black Letters and White Formar Is Bsttsr Because It Can Bs Rsad at a Greater Distance Than ths Lsttsr. There Is a tendency on the part of railroads to adopt signs with whits letters on a black background, not realizing that the black letter on a white background is easier to read and can be seen at a greater dis tance. This follows ip an interesting way from the structure of the retina of the eye. The impression of a letter at the limit of vision is received on the ends of a small bundle of nerves which convey to the brain a sort of mosaic Impression. A nerve can only transmit to the brain Informa tion as to wether or not a ray of light Is falling upon it, and when a nerve is partly in the light and partly In darkness the sensation Is the same as though all of It was In the light It follows, therefore, according to tho Scientific American, that all calm, other-worldly eyes, from her serene, deep voice. “No, Miss Redmond, that work Is not for me.’* “But please. Mrs. Stoddard, will you not reconsider your decision? It Is not for myself I ask. but for another —one who is suffering.” Mrs. Stoddard’s gaze went past Agatha and rested on the .white cross with the inscription, “Brother.” She slowly shook .her head, saying again, “No, that work la not for me. The Lord does not call me there.” As the two women stood there, with the funeral cross between them, each with her heart's burden of griefs, convictions and resentments, each re coiled, sensitively, from the other’s touch. But life and the burden life imposes were too strong. "How can you say, Mrs. Stoddard, ‘that work is not for me,’ when there is suffering you can relieve, sickness that you can cure? lam asking a hard thing, I know; but we will help to make it as easy as possible for you, and we are in great need.” “Should the servants of the Lord falter In doing his work?” Mrs. Stod dard's voice intoned reverently, while she looked at Agatha with her sincere eyes. "No. He gives strength to perform his commands. But sickness and sorrow and death are on every hard; to spme it is appointed for a mo ment’s trial, to others it Is the wages of sin. We can not alter the Lord’s decrees." Agatha stared at the rapt speaker with amazed eyes, and presently the anger she had felt at Doctor Thayer’s words rose again within her breast, doubly strong. The doctor had given but a feeble version of the Judgment; here was the real voice hurling anathe ma, as did the prophets of old. But even as she listened, she gathered all her force to combat this sword of the spirit which had so suddenly risen against her. "You are a hard and unjust woman, to talk of the ’wages of sin.’ What do you know of my life, or of him who is sick over at the red house? Who are you, to sit in Judgment upon us?” “I am the humblest of his servants,” replied Susan Stoddard, and there was no shadow of hypocrisy in her tones. She went on, almost sorrowfully: “But we are sent to serve and obey. ‘Keep ye separate and apart from the children of this world,’ Is his com mandment, and I have no choice but to obey. Besides,” and she looked up fearlessly into Agatha’s face, “we do know about you. It is spoken of by all how you follow a wicked and worldly profession. You can’t touch pitch and not be defiled. The temple must be purged and emptied of world llness before Christ can come in.” Agatha was baffled by the very sim plicity and directness of Mrs. Stod dard’s words, even though she felt her own texts might easily be turned against her. But she had no heart for argument, even if it would lead her to verbal triumph over her compan ion. Instinctively she felt that not thus was Mrs. Stoddard to be won. “Whatever you may think about me or about my profession. Mrs. Stod dard.” she said, “you must believe me when I say that Mr. Hambleton is free from your censure and worthy of your sincerest praise. He' is not an opera singer—of that I am con vinced—" Susan Stoddard hero interpolated a stern “Don’t you know?” “Listen, Mrs. Stoddard!” cried Agatha in desperation. "When the yacht, the Jeanne D’Arc, began to sink, there was panic and fear everywhere. While I was climbing down, into one of the smaller boats, the rope broke, and I fell into the water. I should have drowned, then and there, if It had not been for this man; for all the rest of the ship’s load jumped into the boats and rowed away to save themselves. He helped me to come ashore, after 1 had become exhausted by swimming. He is ill and near to death, because he risked his life to save mine. Is not that a heaven-inspired act?" Mrs.-Stoddard's eyes glistened at Agatha’s tale, which had at last got behind the older woman's armor. But her next attack took a form that Aga tha had not foreseen. In her reverent voice, so suited to exhortation, she de manded: "And what will you do with your life, now that you have been saved by the hand of Ood? Will you dedicate it to him. whose child you are?” Agatha, chafing in her heart, paused a moment before she answered: “My life has not been without its tests of faith and of conscience, Mrs. Stoddard; and who of us does not wish, with the deepest yearning, to know the right and to do it?" “Knowledge comes from the Lord.” came Mrs. Stoddard’s words, like an antlpbonal response in the litany. "My way has been different from yours; and it is away that would be difficult for you to understand, possi bly. But you shall not condemn me without reason.” “Are you going to marry that man you have been living with these many days 9” was the next stern inquiry. (TO BE CONTINUED.) An honest man is not a mere ani mal; he knows right from wrong, and loves the right. nerves on the dividing edge between any black and white area transmit the sensation of light so that all white lines and white areas appear wider and all black lines and black areas appear narrower than they real ly are. Black letters grow thinner at the limit of vision and are still recognis able, while at the same distance white letters grow thioker and cannot be distinguished. There are efreim stances when it is necessary to use white letters, but In such cases legi bility will be improved if they are made with a thin stroke and strong ly lighted. Black letters are more distinct if made with a heavy stroke. Brief and Pointed. "That man Qabler is always looking for a chance to talk in public.” “Yes, I once heard him speak in a crowd of 4,000.” “Is that so? What did he say7” “'Louder, please!'” Big Timber in Arizona 3CE.NL IN NATIONAL BARK HE forests of Arizona, as yet practically untouched, are among the most Important in the west. Approximately 15,- 000,000 acres, one-fifth of the T state, is timberland, most of which lies in the highly elevated sections north and east of a line extending across the state diagonally bisecting the opposite northwestern and southeastern boun dary corners. Conifers or cone-bearing trees are the predominant growths, the broad leafed species being few in number and of minor importance. The yellow pine, the Arizona white pine, the lim ber or Rocky mountain white pine, the bristle cone pine, the Englemann spruce, the Douglas fir, the red fir, the white or silver flr, the pinyon, the red cedar or Juniper, the oak and the aspen are the principal tree families represented. The übiquitous yellow pine Is by far the most numerous and important eco nomically, forming 95 per cent, of the merchantable timber supply. It is by nature a cliff dweller, flourishing best on the high mountain slopes between 6,600 and 8,600 feet above sea level. Of Arizona’s forest trees it is the noblest. Viewed at full maturity in its native haunts it is good to look upon; its flawless cylindrical trunk towering 150 feet into the crystal blue, its out spreading top tossing, dancing, sighing gleefully in the amber sunlight like a thing intoxicated with the nectar of heaven. Indigenous to about the same soil conditions and altitudinal limitations as the yellow pine, and ranking next in importance for their timber in the order named, are the Douglas flr, En glemann spruce and white flr. Their scarcity, however, makes them unap prectable factors in the trade in Ari zona. By reason of the softness of their fiber of their desert or Alpine characteristics the other trees named, excepting the limber or Rocky moun tain white pine and the oak, which are utilized in some instances, are rela tively unimportant from the lumber man’s standpoint Billions of Feet An accurate estimate of the stand ing timber in Arizona is a very diffi cult matter to determine further than the fact that it reaches formidable pro portions, running into billions of feet, board measure, worth in the various manners in which it may be turned to account hundreds of millions of dol lars and constituting, in the aggre gate, a resource that in the fullness of time will contribute to the welfare of the state beyond the most roseate dreams of the times. Title to this sylvan Golconda is vested in the United States govern ment, which through the forest serv ice is proving a wise landlord in that Its varied resources are being admin istered in a manner that will benefit the largest number of users along all lines where no serious or Irreparable Injury is liable to result. Where there is no danger of extermination, or where no damage to streams or vegetation may follow, the ripe timber la offered for sale to the highest reputable'bidder, under conditions de signed to prevent monopoly of the lumber supply and to maintain the continuity of the forests. On accounf of the lack of adequate transportation facilities adjacent to the best Um bered sections sales have not been practical to any great extent Mills at Flagstaff and Williams, and two or three other places near at hand, have been in operation for a number of years and have, except possibly in one Origin of Pound Sterling. The pound sterling, sometimes called a sovereign because it bears the impression and name of the reign ing British sovereign, Is derived as to its name from the fact that in the reign of William the Conqueror, one Tower pound of silver was coined into 240 silver pence, which made up the weight of a “pound.” The Tower pennyweight was really and truly the weight of a penny then, —20 penny weights making one ounce, and 12 ounces (240 pennyweights) one pound. Today 240 pence (of copper, not sil ver) make up the value of a pound. The actual value of the English sover eign is 128.27447 grains Troy In weight of mint gold, the working rule being that 40 pounds of gold is colnod into 1,869 sovereigns. The pound Soots was made equal to the 12th part of a pound sterling that Is Is. Bd., approxi mately 40 cents, and was divided in to 20 shillings (Bcots) each worth one penny English, or say two cents. Out of the Dictograph. “My son,” said Dug Watson to his oldest boy, “don’t ooso and assume to or two instances, depended largely on the national forests for their timber supply. There being no navigable streams of any consequence in the forests ol Arizona where the logs can be floated down to the mills at comparatively small expense, the lumber concerns must needs construct lines of rail and operate trains of their own into the sections to be logged, the daily capac ities of the mills being such that less substantial means of transportation are inadequate. As a rule these roads extend several miles Into the forest tapping the primeval sections. When these are sufficiently cut over the track is taken up and put down else where. At certain desirable locations along the route and at the outer terminus of the road, the lumber camps are situated where the loggers are domiciled. Primitive Occupation. No part of the lumberman’s occupa tion Is more interesting" and primitive perhaps than that of getting out the logs in the woods. A trip to one of the camps where this part of the bus iness may be witnessed is a novel spectacle, especially so when one makes the trip on a logging train. The felling of the trees, the cutting of the trunks Into logs, the clearing away of the brush is done with the same tools, the ax and saw, the same expenditure of physical strength, expended by the pioneer home builder in stripping away the magnificent hardwoods that fell beneath his sturdy stroke in the group of states carved out of the ter ritory between the Alleghenies and the Mississippi river. The roads upon which the unsawed timber is transported from the forests to the mills are railways, though dif fering from others of their kind in that they were built for no purposes other than freighting logs. One must perforce ride on the framework of the cars or on the tender of the en gine, which is scarcely a hardship to him who feels the lure of the out doors. Before all else permission for the ride must be obtained from the mill owners or manager. Out into the clearings one is borne over hills and valleys once instinct with arborescent life, now denuded and overstrewn with the littering of the slaughtered trees that fell to the mailed hand of the lord of creation. Finally a shrill blast of the engine announces the ar rival at the camp, which consists of four or five large ungainly structures and a number of smaller ones, all built of rough pine lumber, more sub stantial buildings being impracticable as the place at best will be occupied but temporarily while the sections contiguous thereto are being cut over. It is in settlements of this character that the “lumber-jacks,” the men em ployed in the camps, live and have their being month in and month out. Overshadowing always by day and by night Is the solemn grandeur of the forest. Each morning the loggers go forth to their work of destruction; each setting sun looks down on a larger treelesß waste. Now and then the more convivial of the number re pair to the neighboring townß to pass away the time, looking not disdain fully, the while, on the flowing bowl. Queer. "Some of these printed receipts,” said Mrs. Lapsling, "are very puz zling. What can you make of this one, for Instance, as a wash for the hands? 'Glycerin, forty parts; car bolic acid, one part; vinegar, quan tum suffragist.’ ” be a superior being while you are courting Sallie Hankins. Persuading a girl that you are her ideal is almost sure to invite her Just resentment later on.” People get over enjoying highly ro mantle novels the same as they get over liking nursery rhymes. You can come pretty near guessing a woman’s age if she will tell you honestly who her favorite author is. There are things that even con sclentious effort cannot aooompllsh The harder some men try to sing the worse it sounds. Grandpa Mlntllcker, who Is eighty ° l< ** be can’t see why there should be any fuss about women smokin cigarettes. He has known • number of perfect ladles who dipped snnff. .. J 1 !? 68 3 ' our a »»*>>ter play by notor No, answered 81 Smiling, “.ho play, by ear. Wo are buying tho piano by note. It is our observation that the ten dency of the modern young business man is to employ a girl secretary i good while before he realty needs her.