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The Misleading Lady
The Story of a Modern Cave Man, Novelized from the Play
Based on the production presented by
Willlam Hearris, Jr.—Copyright, 1914, by
International News Service
[Novelized by]
A. A. Waterbury.
Over and over one of them recited
a maudlin refrain: “Got to buy an
{sland. Must have an island fqr
uncle.” Later those words meant 4
definite relief to Craigen's mind. Now
all he desired was to rid himself of
the boys, for Helen had broken her
parole and was screaming with fren
zled lung power.
“Say! Aln't this Sunny Vale Bani
tarium,” asked one youth, hearing
her cries.
“No—this is a private asylum for
dangerous patifents!”
And the lads fled, still chanting:
“Got to buy Uncle an Island. Cape
won't do. Pensinsula won't do. Got
to be an island.”
“You may come out now, little lady.
But you said vou would not scream,”
said the little lady's captor, releas
ing her with stern amusement at the
thought of how she had done exactly
what his knowledge of feminine hu
man nature had told him she would
do.
“That wasn't Mr. Tracey.”
“But you said——-"
“] might have sald or done any
thing. What difference does it
make?" .
“It makes a lot of difference to me
because vou told me you loved me.”
There was a gleam of rising pas
&ion in the man's eyes. Helen shrank
affrighted before it as he came closer.
“l didn't mean it. 1 don't know
what 1 said. 1 didn't mean it. 1
don’t love you. I hate you."
“You love me,” said Craigen, with
quiet power.
“1 don't—l hate—l despise you."”
“You are trying to make yourseif
think you do—but the truth always
comes out in a crisis. You love me!”
He seize¢ her in his arms and
sought to take her lips.
“Let me go!” The girl beat at him
with her hands,
“Here, hold on—vyou'll hurt your
pretty little hands. 1 love your
hands and your shoulders and your
Leautiful eves and your lips. I'm go
ing to kiss those lips. Helen, I'm go
ing to kiss you"
And as his lips came close anl
their warmth brushed hér mouth, the
girl's groping hands found the tele
phone, raised it wildly—and inamo
ment Jack Craigen lay crumpled at
her feet. She fled to the door and
tore it open—a wild gust of wind and
rain greeted her. She hesitated a
moment, then turned and looked ba *K.
gurprised that Craigen had not spo
ken. Stil! and lifeless he lay there
with a little red stream trickling from
under his hair.
Helen came back slowly, calling his
name. She touched him and then
sank on her knees by his stde, sobbirg
and calling inarticulate things as sho
caught him in her arms. Then sul
denly all the girl's ldle femininity
bhecame womanly purpose. With quick,
deft fingers she bathed and bandagel
Craigen’s head, and with the arms of
a cave-woman she half dragged, half
carried her man to his own room and
jaid Mm gently on his bed.
At last, when she had done all she
could for the man she had wound=d,
she came back to the room of her im.
molation, scrawled a hasty note on a
sheet from the tablet that bore the
ohservationg on “The Female of the
€pecles,” and then Helen fled out into
the night and the mountain storm. |
Silence fell over Eagle Lodge, ani
a mantle of rain covered everything.
The minutes ticked slowly away
tnt’] half an hour had passed. At
tast the door of Jack's room openad,
and he staggered out a bit dazedly,
callirg Helen as he came. The empty
rcom faced him, with the great white
missive leering at him from the door
He read it and then opened the door
aud peered anxiously up the lonelv
mcuntain road. At last a course uf
action occurred to him. He found
Helen's bedraggled little slipper,
wh.stled for Bobbie, gave the dog one
sniff of the slipper, and the nstumbled
out in the wind and rain to find the
girl who had made her way over the
path a little while before. I
Silence again. Then cautiously and
carcfully the trap in the ceillng was
;nehed open and Boney's face pee‘ed
oui He saw a bamboo pole with iie
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and hook on a rafter just below his
eyrie. He picked up the strange tov
and examined it curiously, and then
he pulled at the line until the houx
was taut against the end of the pole
A childish laugh changed to a m»-
ment of purpose as he saw the 'teys
on the table and proceeded with in
finite cartion and care to fish them
up. And then a series of knocks on
the door warned him that 't woull
be well to go back into hiding. so the
trap closed again as Keene Fitzpat
rick and Stephen Weatherbee cime
into the room.
“§—g—ghe--Helen, are you here?”
asked her brave rescuer, timidly.
And more and more timidly did
“Tubby"” Weatherbee shrink as the
newspaper man went about gearching
the place. His rellef was quite pr
thetic when Fitzpatrick sent him nack
to mount guard in the car at the end
of the 17 a.
“Well, it's a good thing for Craigen
he isn't here. 1 came to save Helen,
but as long as she isn't here, there's
no use waiting,” sald Tubby, grate
fully departing frora the abode of that
desperate bad man, Jack Craigen.
Boney poked his head out cau
tiously and Fitzpatrick, alert to hear
the slightest sound, called to him!
“Oh, Mr. Cralgen, may I speak to you
a minute?”
“Certainly. Tl'll be right down,"”
said Boney, clattering into the room
thereupon with golemn pomp.
Warning after warning the sym
pathetic newspaper man offered
“Cralgen” of the dangers that men
aced him from the vengeful Tracey.
Effort after effort the faithful news
paper man made to get the “story”
of the abduction from “Craigen.” The
tacetious gentleman only sat indif
ferently loading a broken breached
gun with coffee and salt.
“Pracey? How strong is Traecey?”
asked the poor madman at last. -
“Strong? He's husky enough—but
that ain't it. He's got a gun—he al
ways carries one. It's going to be a
question of shooting.”
Boney's attention focused for a
second and he looked up. “So be it
God is on the slde of the heaviest
Lattallons,”
ITZPATRICK'S wonder was
F passing bounds' for beside
this there came now along
the mountain road feet a-tramp to
the tune of the “Marseillaise”—and
“Craigen’s” attitude became rapt as
Le listened to the singing.
“Who's coming?’ asked Fitz.
“De Rotgement with the light cav
alry,” said Boney, assuming a Napo
leonic posc.
“What are you talking about?”
There was a rap on the door sim
alating the sound of a drum. The
door opened and two attendants from
Sunny Vale Sanitarium came march
ing into the room. Fitz looked on in
wonder, for now the door opened
again and the true Craigen entered.
“What do you want here, gentle
men?’' asked the host of Eagle
Lodge. )
“We're from the asylum. We came
for Boney here. I'm sorry he's been
troubling you. He got away Friday.
Which of you is Mr. Craigen?”
“1 am,” sa'd Jack quietly,
Fitz looked startled,
‘“We're =orry this happened. The
superintendent wanted to thank you
and let him know if any damage has
been done He's our pet over at the
asylum. We hate to think of Boney's
leaving us, but we've got to lose him.
You see a relative just died and left
a lot of money to some yap of a col
lege boy, providing he'd find his
U'necle Boney here and buy him an
island, so he'll be happy and can rave
in peace to the end of his days.”
“Sure! Darned good stnr,\'—~Napo-I
leon at St. Helena!" cried Fitz with
the newspaper man's natural instinct
“Before you take him away, I'd
like to ask him a few questions if
vou don't mind. Would you gentle
men mind stepping into the next
room for a few minutes? You see
Boney was here alone when Mlasl
Steele—left-——and ll'd like to talk to
him about it."”
“Why, sure. Ask him all you like,
but no guarantee goes with the infor
mation,” said Guard Macmahon. ‘
And Craigen found this to be quite
true, for while poor Boney could
show in pantomime just how Helen
had cared for the wound of the man
she had injured and even how she
Ilm.d carried her prostrate warrior
.I‘rum the field, he could give mo clew
of her whereabouts. After a futile
lom»rt to interview the wandering
| mind, Craigen went to report his ill
success, and the minute all the men
of full-grown mentality were gath
sred in one room Boney bolted and
locked the door.
“A prisoner of war!” cried Napo
leon and then he seized the chaln
that hung from the great center lamp
-and vanished into darkness.
The captives came rushing into the
room through another door—but the
captor was gone. And then whnile the
¢uards went to hunt their wandering
charge, Fitz enlisted as first #id to
{ Craigen in the search for his erst
{ while captive, Helen Steele, and went
lout into the night.
l.eft alone, Craigen reread the note
the girl hag left: ‘“Forgive me-—it
was the only way. [lf vou had only
' known" He dropped the note and
carried her slipper over to the trunk
to keep it as a precious keepsake or
heirloom perhaps. Looking at it fond
ly, he voiced his determination, “I'll
marry that girl if it takes my undi
vided attenticn for the rest of my
life.”
And on that picture, Henry Tracey
i entered
; Whipping a pistol from his pocket
I“”‘I covering the man who knelt with
f his back to danger, Tracey snarled:
“What have you got there, Craigen?”’
“Slippers, Mr. Tracey,” answered
Jack coolly, rising as he spoke
“Her slippers. by God'"
I “Now, then. what have you done
| with her?” asked Tracey. following
{ Craigen to the table, where that gen
{tlemar was perched staring nonchal
{antly the while into Mr. Traceyv's gun.
| *“I don't know, Tracey She is
{gone "
{ “I'! give vou three minutes to know
hefore 1 kill you”
I To Be Continued Monday.
Twentieth Century Magic
By GARRETT P. SERVISS.
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The manner of holding the di
vining rod in searching for
water, ore, buried treasyre
and underground caverns.
NE of the most persistent of
O popular superstitions in all !
ages has been that --onwr-rningl
the wonderful powers of the "dz\'in-i
ing rod,” with whose aid hidden
treasures, underground springs, snh-I
terranean water courses and veins of |
ore could be discovered. l
Recently in Germany and in
France men whose veracity seems un
qrestionable have conducted experi
ments with the divining rod which
have found their way into scientifie
journals, and have led some who have
investigated them to aver that the
old belief is not a superstition at all,
but the recognition of a fact of
nature.
Some of these experiments are suf
ficiently curious and surprising to be
described and illustrated here
The Rod. |
I To begin with, it should be recalled
‘that the traditional divining rod is
Ia twig of witch hazel in the form of
la. wide-branchinug fork, which is held
in the hands of the “wizard” in the
‘manner shown in one of the pictures.
‘fl‘he twig, however, may be of any
‘other wood, or even of mctal, pro
vided it has the conventional form.
The man advances slowly over the
ground where the hidden water, or
other thing sought, is supposed to be,
and when he arrives over the object
of his search the butt end of the twig,
which is held uppermost, begins to
turn forcibly downward (so it is af
firmed), pointing out the spot where
a little digging will complete the dis
covery.
The entire proceeding smacks so
much of charlatafiry that it is not
surprising that men of science, in
general, have refused to consider it
seriously, Yet there have always
been a few who have kept their minds
| open to conviction provided that veri
'tahle evidence of the existence of the
strange effect claimed could be pro
|duced. It is alleged that now such
|ev‘.dence exists. lL.et us briefly exam
ine it.
We will confine our attention to
the alleged discoveries made in 1913
in the Department of Lot in France.
| The persons concerned in the experi-
Imt-nxs were Monsieur Armand Vire, a
Im'u-uliflo writer of considerable stand
| ing in France, together with Messr:,
| Probst and Pelaprat and the Abbe
Mormet, all three of whom are known
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‘s\\'x!h the "baguette,” as the mystical
| twig is called. A considerable num-
Iluer of accredited witnesses attended
‘me experiments,
The principal object was to dis
cover underground water courses, the
Department of l.ot being famous for
’us concealed springs and its subter
ranean rivers. The result, according
to the witnesses, was astonishing.
Not only hidden streams of water
were traced through all their wind
ings, though lying in some cases two
or three hundred feet deep, but wa
terless cavities, or caverns, in the
rocks were also located with equal
facility, and their outlines were in
dicated with substantial correctness,
as subsequent explorations proved.
Wonderful Discoveries.
{ In the case of great caverns al
iready partially known. hranches and
! extensions hitherto unexplored were
{indicated, and marked out on the
surface of the ground with surpris
ing accuracy. Depths, widths, etc
| were correctly indicated. One of our
| pictures is a photograph, showing
' the beginning of a sublerranean river
course in the cave of Padirac, whose
|xxnex-p!¢-x'v(l windings were correctly
g‘mdirazod by the experiments passing
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Dadirae, France.
Fat Men’'s Funny Fixes
HEN traveling by train a few
days ago from Danzig to Ber
lin, General von Podbielski,
popularly known as “Pod,” was un
dressed as usual by his valet Hein
rich, who, having packed away his
master’s clothes in a suit case, so that
the sleeping compartment should not
be unnecessarily overcrowded, re
moved them to his own carriage, Next
morning when the general awoke and
summoned Heinrich to assist him
with Hhis toilet he discovered, to his
consternation, that the compartment
in which his valet was Keeming wa'ch
over his clothes had during the night
been detached. and was at that very
moment speeding toward the Russian
frontier, 27¢ miles away.
Wired for an Ambulance.
Here, indeed, was an awkward di
lemma, for the sleeping-car attend
ant's anxious inquiry among the other
passengers fafled to procure any ha
biliments with waist girth appreach
ing the required 52 inches. But "Pod’’
{s a man of resource. He wired to
the Friedrichstrasse station, Berlin,
for a Red Cross ambulance to meet
the train on arrival, and into this,
wrapped only in a blanket, he in due
course clambered, and was borne to a
neighboring hotel, wHhither were
promptly summoned tailor, hosier,
bootmaker and hatter, who soon made
the gallant soldier sartorially present
able.
Alexander Dumas, the famous
French romancist, was as recklessly
extravagant as he was abnormally
stout, and more than once found him
self in awkward straits. Indeed, he
was often enough without the com
monest necessities, even of dress, as
when, anxious to attend an Ambassa.
dor's reception, he discovered he was
without a sinele clean shirt among his
linen. A friend, who chanced to be
with him at the time, velunteered to
go ind buy one, onlv to find that rone
of the shops had in stock a garn: .t
sufficiently large to'shcircle the novel
ist’s generous girth of netk and chest.
Starting a Fashion.
At last, when on the point of re
}linqulshlng his eearc::. Dumas’ friend
Keepmg the Peace
How Enormous the Rewards,to a Wife if Bhe Would Only
Refrain from Nagging!
HE finest art in the world is the
T art of keeping the peace. On
our ability to get along har
moniously with other people depends
not only our succesg to a large de
gree, but our happiness in life, yet
the majority of people never think le
worth while to study even the rudi
ments of the science of keeping off of
other people's toes.
The average individual goes through
life like a bull through a china shop,
smashing into other people’s cher
ished beliefs, knocking over their pet
opinions, trampling under foot their
prejudices and hobbles. This raises
up for him enemies at every turn,
who stand in his pathway and block
his progress, for no reason at all ex
cept that they don't like him, and
they don't like him because he doesn't
understand the gentle art of keeping
the peace, -
Of course, there are times when all
of us have got to oppose ofher peopic
and fight them. There are times when
it is pusillanimous and cowardly not
to stand up and put up the best scrap
that is in you. But 9Q per cent of our
fighting is utterly useless, and if we
would put one-tenth of the strength
that we do in combating other peo
ple's idiosyncrasies to walking around
them without bumping into them we
would get better results.
For it is a rock-ribbed truth that
people will do things for us because
they like us that they would not do
came upon a shop where a shirt called
“The Hercules” was advertised. The
name struck him as being one of good
omen, and he entered. But, alas! they
had nothing apprcaching the size re
quired, unless, indeed, their customer
would care to take one made to the
order of a very corpulent Quartier
Latin student, by whom it had been
left on their hands. Although covered
with little red devils careering about
in red flames, it was a case of Hoh
son's choice, so the shirt was pur
chased and taken home to Dumas,
who, doubtless entering Into the hu
mor of the situation, resolved to wear
it at the reception. *“You would hard.-
Iy believe it,”" he said afterward, ‘‘but
my costume was an immense success,
and I really think 1 have started a
fashion of deviled shirts for evening
wear.”
Fragile Four-Wheelers.
One afternoon Signor Lablache, the
celebrated basso, a man of enormous
proportions, on leaving Covent Gar
den Theater after rehearsal, found
that his carriage had not arrived, so
he sent for a four-wheeler. Into this,
after a strenuous effort, he managed
to squeeze his massive body, to find
himself seated on the edge of the
smaller seat— a truly uncomfortable
position, which it was imperative at
once to change. As he struggled to
his feet in his attempt to do so, the
bottom of the vehicle gave way, and
the artist found himself standing in
the road. Help, however, was at
hand, and he was releagsed with no
small difficulty from his ridiculo:®
dilemma.
A similar adventure befell the
brothers Pope—one a doctor, the other
the well-known Q.C.—who between
them weighed over 400 pounds, when
orossing Waterloo bridge in a four
wheeled cab. How it happened is
uncertain. but about the center of the
bridge the floor of the cab collapsed.
and for the next 30 yards two pairs
of sturdy legs, straining to keep pace
with the horse's mild amble, was a
spectacle for unrestrained mirth.
Cabby soon pulled up, and eager
hands quickly extricated the obese
and exhausted brothers.
By DOROTHY DIX.
for us because it {s our right, to save
our lives, Our fellow creatures may
owe us certain obligations, but we've
got no way of collecting them unless
they choose to pay. That is what
makes the ability to make friends one
of the greatest assets anyone can pos
sibly possess.
The art of keeping the peace will
carry you further than any other one
thing in the world. Without it in
dustry fails of its reward and genius
dies stililborn. No matter how capa
ble a man or woman may be, if he or
she can not get along with other peo
ple nobody wants him or her.
Had to Go.
“Jones is a splendid fellow, a glut
ton for work and he knows all about
the business,” a merchant will say,
“but I had to let him go because he's
so cross and surly he was driving my
best customers away.” “Smith is the
best workman 1 ever had, but he kept
the shop in a ferment with his tem
per, and so I had to dismiss him,” a
factory owner will say, “Miss Brown
was an expert stenographer, but she
couldn’'t get along with anybody in
the office, soo we had to fire her,”’ is
the explanation of why many a girl
loses a good job. *“Of course, Miss
So-and-So is the very woman for the
part,” says the theatrical manager,
“but she's never been in a company
she didn't break up. I wouldn't try
to get along with her for a million a
year.”
These are remarks that we hear ev
ery day. Moreover, we see how they
work out in real life. We see the in
dividual of inferior ability, but under
standing the blessed art of Kkeeping
the peace, going ahead of the dis
gruntled genius, and we know our--
selves that there is no quality in the
world that we consider more valuable
in an employee or a fellow worker
tha;: Just being agreeable to get along
with,
And if the art of keeping the peace
is valuable in professicnal life, in do
mestic life its price is above rubies. It
is the one and only panacea for the
divorce evil, for the thing that drives
husbands and wives apart is not some
great sin, but just a million little die
agreeable tricks and speeches that
might just as well have been avoided
as not, if they had understood the art
of keeping the peace.
The Trouble.
The trouble with most of us is that
we think that amiability and a
pleasing personality are solely the
gifts of nature, and we fall to realize
that they are traits that may be cul
tivated. Undoubtedly some people are
more pacifically inclined than others,
but we can all learn to keep the peace
it we will.
Why shpuld the ticket agent snarl
out replies at you when you ask a
perfectly civil question in a railroad
office? Why should the shop girl bite
vour head off. metaphorically speak
ing, if you don’t buy the first article
she shows you? Why should the sub
way conductor throw an insulting
tone into his wvoice when he orders
you to step lively there? Other ticket
agents and shop girls and conductors
speak to you eivilly and graciously,
and, incidentally, they are the ones
that alwavs move up higher, because
they practice the art of keeping the
peace.
1 know a lonely woman who is al
ways bewailing ‘her friendlessness and
feeling hurt because she is not Invited
to places to which she would like to
go, She doesn’t understand why she
is left out, and yet she is never in any
company in which she is not like a
firebrand. She’ invariably selects as
her topic of conversation something
that will mortify or offend one or
more of the other guests. Yet to be
popular this woman would only have
to avold saying the cutting and sar
castic things she does.
How easy it would be for a wife to
keep the peace by avoiding the toplcs
that she kncws affect her husband’s
temper as waving a red flag does a
bull! What a little sacrifice it would
be to her to avoid doing the things
that irritate him! How enormous the
rewards if she would only refrain
from nagging him about his little per
sonal peculiarities! How simple for
the husband to jolly his wife along
instead of knocking her!
How beautiful the rewards for
merely being pleasant, and yet to the
great majority of people the art of
keeping the peace is as much a lost
art as making Damascus steel.
“ :: Snap Shots :-: ”
By LILIAN LAUFERTY,
DREAMING OF A STAR.
A dream of you when the lights are
low
And a hush creeps over the hill,
When the brooding gloom comes slow
ly down
And the world i{s calm and still;
In the twilight hours a dream of you,
When the stars come out, my dream
comes true—
But it costs me a dollar, or maybe
two,
For a Broadway star's not cheap to
view!
Luck often favors those who don’t
believe in her!
The girl who lets her parents pick
out her husband for her has someone
on whom to blame it if her marriage
does not go well.
Distance lends enchantment to the
view when we don’t have to walk back
—or aren’t looking back at folks we
don’t lke!
Knowledge is power. Now, how
does it happen that most old maids
are smart?
Every woman who accepts a man's
challenge to the old “duel of sex” can
be reached if not conquered. For it is
the approaches to her heart a woman
must defend. If the enemy marches
within sight of it, the citadel turns
traitor!
[Leaves of Memory
Every Episode of This Story Can Be Seen in Vivid Moving
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READ It Here—THEN See It in Motion Pictures.
(Copyright, 1914, by International News
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By ELEANOR MAITLAND.
CHAPTER THREE.
Jack Recovers His Mind.
FTER Langdon's death Carl
Roberts had his way with Mrs.
Langdon. It seemed to her like
a lucky providence that had called
her husband away just when she had
lost her love for him, and she mar
ried Roberts as soon as she could in
keeping with her widow's weeds.
Jack had been placed in an asylum
directly after the funeral. He was too
dangerous a character to leave any
longer at liberty, and, although he
had been found gullty of murder in
the first degree, nothing could be done
with him on account of his insanity.
Two years later found things rather
different with all three of the people
intimately concerned. Carl Roberts
l'aving gained possession of Philip
Langdon’s huge wealth, had become
wildly discipated, his love for his
wife did not prevent many entangle
ments with other women, and Mrs.
Langdon was wretchedly unhappy
most of the time. Jack Langdon
seemed to be the only person who had
been benefited in that time, for he
had entlrely}ecovered his mind, and
as he had no recollection of his
brother’s murder, he could not under
stand why he was. left in the asylum
when he was well enough to leave.
#His discontent with his surround
ings was soon brought to the notice
of the superintendent, who examined
Jack and found him perfectly normai.
He therefore dispatched a hasty note
to Roberts, asking to see him in re
gard to the patient’'s release. Rob
erts received the note with more or
less perturbation, but finally, decid
ing to brave it out, he called with his
wife at the asylum and asked to see
Jack Langdon.
Mrs. Roberts asked to see Jack
alone. She was resolved on notifying
him of the fact that he was a mur
o Little Bobbie’s Pa o
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
ASKED Pa last nite what is a
I Dick-tator. Why? sed Pa. I jest
saw the word in the paiper, I sed,
& 1 want to know what it meens.
A Dick-tator, sed Pa, that is a vary
simpel word. lam surprised to know
that you are not familyur with that
word, Bobble. You ought to have
lerned that word long ago at skool.
‘Well, tell the child what it meens,
sed Ma, befoar I beegin to think that
vou doant know the meening of the
word vureself. ;
Certingly I know the meening of
the word, sed Pa, & of course 1 will
tell our litel son what it meens. A
Dick-tator, sed Pa, is one who Dick
tates. Suppoas you are my stenog
raffer, Bobbie, & 1 am yure boss. I
will say to you, Yung man, take this
letter on the tiperiter. Then you will
take the letter & I will dick-tate it,
& that will maik me a dicktator.
It doesnt say anything in this peece
in the paiper about a tiperiter, I sed
to Pa. It is all about a Mexican gen
tleman named Hurty. It says that he
is a Dick-tator.
O, sed Pa, that is another kind of
dick-tator. That kind of a dick-tator
{s one who tries to dick-tate & gits
a kick in the shins. Any time you
want to know anything, Bobbie, Pa
sed, . cum toddling to me & 1 will fill
vou full of wisdom. By the way,
wife, Pa sed to Ma, isent it a shaim
that I am not down there running
Mexico, insted of things beeing in the
terribul shaip they are now. I have
always had a kind of dreem that 1
cud subdue that stormy country,
sed Pa.
What malks you think so? sed Ma.
Beekaus I know those Mexicans, Pa
sed. I lerned thare ways wen I lived
in Mexico City, yeers beefoar I met
vou. I feel that I cud go down thare
now & smooth things oaver much
better than the man that is thare
with force of arms. You can rule a
Mexican by kindness better than you
can with a show of force, sed Pa. I
used to rule hundreds of them. Thay
called me a Mexican pet naim wich
meens the Mighty Smile, sed Pa, &
thay used to stand around the
corners waiting for me to smile at
them.
Moar likely thay called you The
Big Laff, sed Ma, & if thay was
standing around the corners it was
vary likely thay wanted to see you
sum time wen you was sober & not
smiling. 1 doant see ware you cud
do anything to put down that terribul
civil war thay are having thare. You
cuddent do half as much as the yung
soljers down thare now.
Yes I cud, sed Pa. Them yung
soljers ia single & I am married. You
know yureself, sed Pa, that a married
man knows a lot moar about civil
war than a bachelor. I wud go down
thare & explain to them that it is
much nicer not to fite. I would tell
them to till thare fer-tile soll & live
& die happy, not on the horribel feeld
of battel. I wud encurrage them to
raise more children & less Cain, Pa
sed. & long after 1 wud be ded &
gone. all Mexico wud tell in hushed
accents of the grate white man that
caim out of the north & and taught
derer, and was curious to know just
how he would take the fact. Rob
erts walked in the grounds with the
superintendent, while she went up
stairs, but as Jack rose eagerly and
advanced toward her, she drew back
coldly and handed him the newspaper
with the flaming headlines of the
murder emblazoned all over the front.
Jack took the paper wonderingly, un
able to understand his sister-in-law's
attitude, but when he read of his
brother’s murder, he dashed the pa
per t 6 the ground and indignantly re
pudiated it.
“Why can't I remember?’ he
moaned, pacing the floor in his an
guish and dashing his fists against his
forehead as though frantic at not
being able to remember. Mrs. Lang
don regarded him coldly, for she still
believed him guilty and incapable of
remembering what he had done. And
then suddenly in his wild ‘pacing
across the floor he happened to glance
out of the window. Roberts stood
just below. With a wild rush of for
gotten incidents that long ago sud
denly flashed across the man’'s mind.
They had stood together in the ar
kor, someone had pushed a pistol into
his, Jack’s, hand. It was all clear
now—all plain as day.
Dragging the frightened Mrs. Rob
erts to the window, he pointed wildly
down at the two men in the grounds.
“There is the man who shot Phil
ip,” he said, his eyes wild and staring
at the horror of the discovery. But
Mrs. Roberts looked Jack up and
down in calm insolence as she laugh
ed unbelievingly.
“That man?”’ she queried, her voice
high and shrill. “Why, that man is
my husband!” .
Jack started back.
“So you married him,” he said hope
lessly. “Oh, 1 see his little game.”
But Mrs. Roberts, with a wild shriek
of fright, made for the dooe, and as
she reached it, in rushed a crowd of
attendants, who hastily bound Jack.
After this he was thought to have
suffered a relapse, and once more Carl
Roberts was safe, although he had
had a narrow escape this time.
(Monday—Leaves of Memory.)
them the ways of peace. That is the
kind of a Dick-tator I wud be, sed
Pa. I get so excited about it that
my hed rocks back & forth, sed Pa.
Does it, sed Ma. That must be
Reeson tottering on its throne.
Lady’s Own Friends Assert
Could Not Recognize Her
When Brought Face
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