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"mitzsL-dS:mm “The <SOPyjSIOiYT JJV3. IHI ' ~~ x.c'j4 c pztt/SG’&c'ci^S ! \ jjpr^slgq? / f / BYNOPSIS. Rudolph Van Vechten, a young man of leisure, is astonished to see a man enter No. 1313, a house across the street from the Powhatan club, long unoccupied and 6poken of as the House of Mystery. Sev eral persons at regular intervals enter No. 1313. Van Vechten expresses concern to his friend, Tom Phinney, regarding the ■whereabouts of his cousin and fiancee, Paige Carew. A fashionably attired wo man is seen to enter the House of Mys tery. A man is forcibly ejected from the house. Van Vechten and Tom follow the man and find him dead in the street. Van Vechten is attracted by the face of a girl in the crowd of onlookers sur rounding the body. Later he discovers the girl gazing at him with a look of scorn from the windows of the mysteri ous house. Detective Flint calls on Van Vechten to get his version of the trag edy. Tom Phinney goes alone on a yacht ing trip. He recognizes among some per sons in a passing motor boat two men whom he had seen enter the House of Mystery. He sees one of them, a Mr. Cal ais, on shore later and follows him. Tom is seized, blindfolded and taken to a house. He hears a girl named Jessie, evi dently the daughter of the man in author ity, guestion his captors. A sweet-voiced girl later pretests against the roughness of his captors. Van Vechten calls on his uncle, Theodore Van Vechten, big man In Wall street and known as the “Man of Iron," in search of information regarding the whereabouts of Paige Carew. Detec tive Flint shows Van Vechten a gold mesh purse found In the House of Mys tery. Van recognizes it as belonging to Paige Carew. BOOK 11. CHAPTER 111. / In the Dark, Notwithstanding his exciting expe rience of the night, and the rough treatment to which he had been sub jected, and notwithstanding thewretch edly uncomfortable plight in which his captors had left him, Tom Phin ney’s day upon the water in time be gan to produce Its natural effect —he dozed fitfully after a while, again and again coming to himself with a start from the very verge of slumber; and then at last, when his cramped posi tion no longer annoyed him, when his arms and legs grew numb and ceased to pain, he slept profoundly. After he had slept some hours, he shot broad awake and to a conscious ness of two /things—that the hour was late, and that he was not alone in the.worn. The darkness was still no sound had disturbed him; yet he sensed another, pres ence. Minutes passed, and not a sound fiid he hear to confirm his first convic tion; still he was no less certain that there was somebody else in the room. A movement on his part, he conclud ed, must have alarmed the intruder; therefore he lay stiffly quiescent, scarcely breathing in his anxiety to locate the unknown’s position. At last his patience was rewarded. Tie intruder must have been holding his breath also, for Tom plainly heard an unmistakable exhalation, then a faint stir, a rustling of gar ments. And then a thrill went through him. He was suddenly aware of a faint, delicate fragrance. He knew that the intruder was a woman. Could it be the girl of the wonder fully sweet voice? "If you are trying to find me,” he said, scarcely above a whisper, “I am here.” The first word was met with a stifled, startled gasp. “Oh!” "Don’t be frightened. Lord knows I’m harmless enough.” Followed a silent pause; then came the soft froufrou of skirts, and he “But You Will Not Want to Know Me Then.” knew that the woman was groping her way toward him. He continued tp guide her steps with low-voiced direc tions, and by and by he felt the con tact of her foot. Next she was kneel ing beside him. “Whatever you do,” he heard a trem ulous whisper, “be quiet. If I am caught here it will spoil everything; I dread to think of the possible conse- Bquences. But I couldn’t sleep for thinking of your predicament.” “Just release me,” said Tom, "and jwe can let consequences go hang. I Wan take care of ’em.” TYPES THAT ARE SIMILAR Stupid or Thoughtless Man May Well Be Actuated by the Same Principle. There are some men formed with feelings so blunt, with tempers so cold and phlegmatic, that they can hardly be said to be awake during the whole course of their lives. Upon such persons the most striking ob jects make a faint and obscure Im pression. “Oh, no-no-no!” came a tense whis per. "You don’t know what you are talking about. You haven’t the slight est idea of the circumstances. “Now listen to me —I must hurry. I have come here to release you. If everything is all right—l mean, if you can satisfy me that I am warranted in freeing you—you can go. Otherwise I must leave you as you are; and I —l don’t want to do that.” “And I. don’t want you to, believe me,” breathed Tom, fervently. "Are you the girl who asked me my name downstairs?” “Yes.” “I want to hear your voice again. But more than anything else, I want to see your face. If you’re the same girl, I’ll agree to anything—even to remain ing here, like this, to die.” This rash declaration was ignored. “Will you tell me your name now?” asked the girl. “Tom Phinney,” that young gentle man replied simply. “I shan’t ask yours—not just at present —but I mean to know It some day. I mean to have you to myself some time, so that I can look at you to my heart’s content. I know you are beautiful.” The response to this, whisper though it was, revealed a flash of spirit. “Much good it would do to you to ask! If you don’t remain quiet I shall leave you at once.” If-silence was what she wanted, sure ly she could not complain of the in tensity of that which immediately en sued. It remained so long unbroken that the girl’s fortitude failed her. "Well?” The tremulous whisper con veyed a distinct Impression to Tom — she was afraid. “Are you going to stop talking so silly?” But he did not speak; indeed, he was once more holding his breath. After another pause— " Are you asleep?” the girl whispered. “Have you—have you—fainted?” Not a sound from Tom. Presently he felt a little hand touch his breast, as lightly as a feather, and a warm glow flowed through him that effectively banished the chill of his damp clothing. Then the hand flut tered to his face and, in the darkness, rested a moment upon his mouth. Afterwards Tom stoutly asserted that what he did was wholly inadvert ent, citing as valid corroborative evi dence the fact that he had had no time to will the act; and at the same time he contended that because the act was inadvertent, it was sincere and there fore to be condoned. Anyhow, he kissed the softest and sweetest palm in all the world. The immediate result, however, nearly spelled disaster for this mid night enterprise. The hand was with drawn as if it had touched a live coal, and the girl rose to her feet, utterly disregardful of the noise she made in doing so. Tom could hear her panting; in im agination he could see her standing white and rigid with terror, and he was promptly contrite. “You are frightened,” he said, ab jectly apologetic. “Oh, I am —I am!” she moaned. “If you knew what this meant for me you wouldn’t be so foolish. All my life long I have been afraid of the dark — not just shivery afraid, but frightened clear out of my wits. And you—you” 1 —Tom caught a sob —“you make it so ! much worse. I didn’t know what had happened,” “What do you think of me!” he groaned. “I think you are a cheeky young man. I must have been insane ever to have thought of aiding you to es cape.” “Don’t say that,” he muttered In hoarse consternation. “Forgive me — please do. I shan’t take back anything I’ve said or done, but I’ll promise to be good —to do exactly what you say.” There fell another pause. Then — “Will you promise that?” whispered the girl. “I have promised,” Tom whispered back. “On your word of honor?” “On my word of honr as a gentle man.” He heard a long sigh of relief, and the girl cautiously resumed her for mer position at his side. “Here is my plan,” she said, “and you must be obedient in every little detail. I shall have to blindfold you : again and lead you some distance from the house. Have you any idea where ' you are?” ) “Not a glimmer of one.” “And if you were out of sight of the - house, you couldn’t find your way - back to it?” “If you told me not to I shouldn’t - even try to find it.” i “Very well. Now let me untie your I hands.” The task was not an easy one, for r the knots had been tightly tied and were still damp. But presently his 1 hands were free, and the first unham l pered movement of his arms wrung from him a groan of anguish. I There are others so continually in the agitation of gross and merely I sensual pleasures, or so occupied in the low drudgery of avarice, or so heated in the chase of honors and distinction, that their minds, which l had been used continually to the ) storms of these violent and tempest i uous passions, can hardly be put in s motion by the delicate and refined i play of the imagination. These men, though, from a different - cause, become as stupid and insensi ble as the former, but whenever eith- "Hush!” the girl cried in alarm. “I—l couldn’t help it,” apologized Tom. "It hurts like the very dev —like the deuce. I’ll be all right in a min ute." And after a bit, when the circulation was restored to the benumbed mem bers, Tom himself made short work of the bonds around his ankles. He rose unsteadily to his feet. “If I could stamp a few times,” he said. "Mercy, “no!” "Oh, I shan’t. What next?" While he lent himself submissively to the operation, she bound one of the handkerchiefs over his eyes, tugging the fabric and disposing it in such a way that by no possibility could he see when he got where it was light Her fingers touched his face many times, and the nearness of her, now on this side, now on that, and behind him and in front, was making him giddy. “You must walk just as carefully as ever you can,” she enjoined —"just as quietly as if you were a burglar. I will take your hand. When I squeeze once, it means you are to step down —twice means to step up. . . . What is it?” for Tom mumbled something. "I said that I wished we were going upstairs instead of down.” “What in the world do you wish — oh! So that is all your promise amounts to, is it?” “I can wish, can’t I?” said Tom, moodily. “I didn’t intend for you to hear.” Her response was a sharp command for him not to speak another word. “Give me your hand,” she said curt ly. Their fingers met and closed, but when she attempted to move away Tom drew her to a standstill. “Just a moment. I must disobey you this once. What will happen to you when it is discovered that I am gone?” “Why, nothing.” “It seems improbable, don’t you know, that anybody who wanted me so badly would be tickled to death to have me get away.” “Nevertheless nothing will happen to me,” she repeated. “I know that what I am doing is for the best, not only for you, but for us too. Pray don’t think I am going to all this trou ble solely for you.” "I did think so,” Tom said in a gloomy tone. “Look here, if I’m not sure that everything will be all right with you, I’m not going to budge a step.” In her exasperation his guide gave his hand a vigorous jerk. “Mercy goodness!” he heard her ex claim. “Did anybody ever see such an aggravating man. When I explain what I have done, that will be the end of it. Now come on.” “Truly?” “Honor bright. Step carefully.” And so, with infinite ‘ caution, and without attracting the attention of any of the household, Tom was led down the stairs —every step being indicated by a single hand-squeeze—and out in to the night. Presently he divined that he was being guided round in a circle, but made no protest. Neither spoke until the girl halted. “Now, then, Mr. Phinney, listen to your final instructions,” she said i.a a low voice—no longer a whisper, but the same marvelously sweet voice that had charmed him earlier in the evening. “You are in the middle of the road that leads to Rocky Cove, and facing the town. You are to stand here and count one hundred, slowly, then you may remove the handkerchief from your eyes. Bear In mind that you are to count slowly, and that you are not to try to follow me. Have I your promise?” “The conditions are hard,” returned Tom. “If I am willing to agree, surely I am entitled to some slight considera tion in return?” “Well?” —impatiently. "You must hurry.” Said Tom: “Promise me that I can see you some time.” Said the girl: “Why In the world do you want me to promise that?” “Because,” said Tom warmly, “you are the girl I have been looking for all my life —the One Girl —” “How ridiculous!” she coolly Inter rupted. “You don’t know me. If you were to meet me tomorrow—any where —you wouldn’t know that I am I.” “I would,” Tom stoutly protested, “anywhere. I would know you among a million. Tell me that I can see you —soon.” There was a long moment of si- f?ff¥iii7H¥f¥ll¥¥¥¥¥¥¥l LEARN WHAT THE EARTH IS Here Is the Proper Definition Fresh From the Pen of a Humorist The earth is a ball, so situated in a region called space as to get the full benefit of the sun on bright days and of the moon on romantic nights. It is somewhat larger than a baseball, but not so important. It is not so large as a fixed star, but is much closer and of a much pleasanter climate. It is not so flashy as a charity ball, but much more efficient. It has two poles of which we are certain, because they are vouched for ■ by explorers; a center of which we are not certain because it is vouched i for merely by scientists; an'equator ' and an axis which are imaginary; : Christian Scientists, which are imag inative: and mathematicians, which er of these happen to be struck with any natural elegance or greatness, or with these qualities in any work of art, they are moved upon the same principle.—Edmund Burke. Test Contradicts Theory. The recent scientific baby contests . in New York and elsewhere disclosed l the interesting fact that the prize winners usually belonged to very poor ; parents who had broken every law ■ of eugenics, of heredity, and of hy giene. Now comes a similar report THE FRO3TBURG SPIRIT, FROSTBURG, MD. lence, duffcg which Tom waited eager- ! ly for her next words; but when at last they came they were spoken so gravely, and were weighted with such a note of sadness, that he was startled. “Mr. Phinney,” she said, “you may discover who I am much sooner than you can possibly expect. But you will not want to know me,then; conditions will be such that people will shun rather than seek my acquaintance. You will regret even this distant meeting in the dark.” "Never. If you talk that way I’ll rip this rag right now.” "I know you will not do that”—what delectable notes cooed and sang in her voice when she talked like this! —“not until you have counted a hun dred.” "You’re a witch!”, he declared ve hemently, and was rewarded with a little rippling laugh that confirmed the opinion. “Am I? Then I cannot be beautiful, for witches are old and ugly. But you have been very good to trust me so implicitly. Here is my hand once more. Good-by. Let me hear you be gin to count.” And Tom, standing blindfolded in the moonlight, raised to his lips the hand of the girl he had never seen, with all the gallant courtesy of a me dieval knight paying homage to his lady. There was a reverence in the act that held the little hand captive in his own. Tom began to count In a low mono tone. He had all at once grown very grave, and his tall, erect figure had taken on a new dignity that it had never before known; for his mind and heart were, for the first time in his aimless life, set upon a high pur pose. A mild i rustling of garments, an overpowering sense of aloneness, told him that the girl had left his immedi ate presence. He could not, of course, know that she halted and looked back at him from a little distance, nor could he see the faint smile that curved her lips. ... It was a re markably tender smile, Mr. Tom, that you missed there in the night! . . . But he did hear the soft “Good night,” although he did not stir, nor cease his resolute counting. When he tore the bandage from his eyes, he was alone; the night’s still ness was absolute. And, paradoxical ly, although he was literally drenched with the light of a white moon, he was still so much in the dark that he 1 half-way believed he had been dream ing, and had only just awakened from ' sound slumber. 1 CHAPTER IV. I Mr. Flint Advances a Theory. Mr. Flint’s voice dissipated Rudolph Van Vechten’s bewilderment; but the young man remained completely non plused over the seemingly inexplicable 1 manner in which his Cousin Paige’s ‘ purse had appeared. He met the de ' tective’s narrow regard with a long, 1 questioning stare; then he abruptly 1 dropped into a chair. “Flint,” he said, "you took my breath away. Sit down, man, sit ’ down. Think I’ll let you go until you 1 have told me all about this?” - So slowly did Mr. Flint obey, that ! the other could not restrain his impa ! tience. “Is my cousin in New York?” he 1 questioned peremptorily. “Have you < seen her? This is a terribly serious 1 matter, Mr. Flint, as you would ap -1 predate if you were acquainted with 1 all the circumstances.” * “Suppose,” returned the quiet t voice, “you first answer my question do you know where your cousin is?” “No” —bluntly, “I don’t. Until to -1 day I imagined I had some idea of 7 her whereabouts, but”—he weighed ' the shining purse in his hand, contem plating it soberly—“here is the second t reason I have been given within the last hour to feel a good deal of anx -1 iety respecting her.” "Will you tell me the other rea -1 son?” Briefly Van Vechten related the en -1 counter with T. Jenkins, of the r Sphere, and at the close of the recital the listener nodded understandingly. “It is beginning to look as though 1 my search for a murderer was open ing up something a bit more serious,” 1 began Mr. Flint; (but the other sharp ly interrupted. “What do you mean? It can’t be ' that anything has happened to Paige?” 1 Before replying, Mr. Flint regarded him a moment doubtfully. (TO BE CONTINUED.) are unimaginative. It is Inhabited by people, husbands and other in sects, animalculae and bacteria. It is connected with the rest of space by sound waves, light waves, wireless ap paratus with instruments at the send ing end only, telescopes and prayers. It has recently endeavored to exagger ate its ego by the use of aeroplanes. The earth is highly recommended as both a summer and a winter resort for well-to-do persons. Favorable terms to desirable parties.—Pulitzer’s Magazine. Difference In Speech. Polly—“ You can never tell much about a man from his speech.” Belle —“That’s right. There’s Chollie, for Instance, who stutters terribly. He proposed to me five minutes after we met, and it took jack, who is the most voluble fellow in the world, three years.” from Japan. The children of the pri mary schools in Tokyo have been med ically examined with the result that the babies from the middle and lower elements of the population were oi superior development to the others. Thus do we find a further example of the constant war between theory and fact. It is the eugenically paired couples who hate each other with a fervor unusual even in the married state, and it is the hygienic and germ proof babies who are so loved by the gods that they die young. I ' Flounced Dresses Are Coming JBr. : |x: <;& \ 6®W Vo. IF yon wish to busy yourself pre paring for the coming spring and summer, you can be assured of the success of certain new styles in ad vance. It is wise to be ready for the season which lures us out of doors, and to make the most of It. Here is the sweetest of summer gowns, made of silk muslin and lace with a fichu and a be!} of satin rib bon. Similar gowns are on display made of a variety of materials. There are embroidered cotton crepes, first of all. Nets, with flounces edged with lace, embroidered crepe de chine and voiles. But always lace and more lace. Point d’esprlt net Is found very use ful and fine flowered voiles, lawns and batiste. Among the handsomest of gowns are those of white! net showing flounc ings of the net edged with narrow black Chantilly lace. Others of sheer cotton crepe with fold of black maline laid under the edge of flouncings. Much hand embroidery appears on the gowns of crepe, voile, etc. But It Is of a kind that does not try the eyes. Long sprays of flowers of mod erate size—like the carnation, for ex ample—are done with heavy floss in long bold stitches. The effect is beau tiful. The gowns are in white or pale colors. White is the loveliest, and the light colored underslip with a lace-trimmed petticoat of. net worn under these gowns is beautiful. It would be hard to find a simpler or prettier model than that shown in the picture, for a flounced gown. The LACE AND RIBBONS MARK THE STYLES IN UNDER-MUSLINS UNDER-MUSLINS in common with other articles for women’s wear, have been growing more lacy, more 1 bedecked with pretty finishing touches, more diaphanous, with every l season, until now, it seems, the limit has been reached. Night dresses are made with yokes of fine net, having lace inserted, or superposed. Or they are made with lace and fine em broidery or all lace yokes. Pretty ’ '' . ‘ i washable ribbons are always a nec essary part of their construction. Al together the undergarments now on i display in the great stores have all > been much influenced by this liking -for airy fabrics and the craze for 3 laces. Petticoats have wide flounces 3 of net or lace, or the very sheerest I of embroideries. Sometimes a lace a flounces has another of net under it. Corset covers are of net, chiffon and -, lace. Small chiffon roses and abun dance of ribbon trim them. Occasion ■’ ally one sees an entire petticoat of ‘ net, but more often the flounce only is 1 of this pretty fabric. 1 As in outer garments, under-muslins 1 are cut with easy lines, to hang '• gracefully, not to “fit” the figure. 0 Whatever one may think of the diaph ? anous materials, it must be conceded 3 that the present styles are exception- B ally graceful. Thin muslins, nainsooks, and l ' cambrics make up the body Of the 9 garments. Much beading is used to | carry the ribbons which make gay the design, too, is appropriate to older women, as well as to the youthful wearer. In fact, the difference in flounced gowns for young or older wearers is discernible „ in finishing touches, rather than in' design. The foundation skirts are plain and straight. The flounces are adjusted in differing poses. Sometimes, as in the gown pictured, they sag toward the back, but in a good number this is reversed and they rise toward the back. The waist line is about the normal in most of them. While waists are draped, these are set in sleeves as well as drop shoulder and kimono ef fects. Ribbons are conspicuous, and the “tango” shades, warm nasturtium yellows, are specially fiked. Almost anyone who makes any pre tentions to sewing, or ,has any faith in her own ability, can put together a flounced dress. The trick seems to be in adjusting the flowers at the right slope, with even fullness, and in not getting them too full. The three flounced skirt, having the flounces shaped, is displayed for heav ier fabrics, and is wonderfully attrac tive. There is a 'world of light, airy fab rics, fascinating in design, and a world of filmy laces, moderate in price, so that the flounced gown has a pleasant future before it. Limp fabrics are chosen that fall to the figure, so that flounces do not mean bulkiness. That is tabooed, and is likely to remain so, JULIA BOTTOMLEY. several pieces. Everything is berib boned. In the midst of winter, when eve nings are long and days are most comfortably spent in the house, un derwear for the coming summer should be made up. In fact, the bulk of the summer sewing can be done long before the clothes are needed. Spring goods are on display in Jan uary, and by the first of February styles for the coming spring and sum mer are fairly well settled. A night dress of cambric and Val lace is shown in the picture. The yoke and very short sleeves are in one and made of Val in sertions. There are two patterns of lace, the rows sewed togeth er. The kimono sleeve portion may be lengthened by adding rows of insertion. A narrow edging fit ishes the opening at the neck, and a wider edge in the same pattern fin ishes the sleeves. The rows of lace may be “whipped” together, that is, sewed edge to edge with a short overcast stitch, or sewed on the machine. The yoke is joined to the skirt of the gown by a narrow band of em broidered beading. Through this a ribbon is run, which ties at the front in a small bow. This ribbon serves to adjust the gown to the figure. For such pretty night robes, sepa rate bows and rosettes of ribbon are ; provided. They are to be pinned on with very small safety pins. Little rosettes for the top of the sleeves, matching the other ribbons, but without hanging ends, may be added byway of elaboration. The sheer fabrics now in vogue are easy to launder and soft to the touch. They are distinctly “new-fashioned.” Light lawp or voile negligees are thrown over them when one rises oi when they are worn in the bedroom. The models are so simple in con struction that one hardly needs a pat tern to cut them by. Still, as all the pattern concerns provide patterns at such trifling cost, it is well to get one as a guide. Silk Gloves for Dances. , ' The almost ethereally airy dancing frocks of tulle are accompanied by l accessories that carry out their deli - cate effect. Instead of heavy kid gloves, silken gloves embroidered l prettily on the long wrists are drawn ) over the arm. Sashes are of chiffon i or tulle edged with fur, and fans are ) of beaded tulle, rather than feathers. lei ciwrt REST Business Men Want a Period of Certainty. 1 A Year at Least Is Needed to Restore Proper Tone to the Various Branches of Industry— Distrust Must End. Returning members of congress doubtless can testify to the fact that there is a growing feeling throughout the country that the administration, having put through its tariff and cur rency bills, should now give the busi ness men a chance to readjust their affairs and conform to the new condi tions, before thrusting new anti-trust legislation upon them. Even so staunch a supporter of, Eresident Wil son and so aggressfve a champion of Democratic pledges as the New York World now says: “The country needs time to adjust itself to the legislation already en acted by the present congress, and many of the amendments proposed to the Sherman law spell another long period of litigation, with no definite promise of beneficial results. Let it be remembered that if business de pression follows careless trust legisla tion the discredit will fall upon the tariff and currency laws, to the undo ing of most of the good already accom plished.” It will be idle to assure the business men of the country that what is be ing done is in their interest if the effect is to stir up a feeling of uncer tainty and distrust. Many years passed before even the best lawyers in the country pretended to under stand what was meant by the seem ingly plain terms of the Sherman law. The ablest men of the senate framed > that law, and yet when the enforce-' ment of it began, there were few busi ness men who knew where they stood. yhe business interests now have a fair understanding of the trust law. The courts have interpreted it plainly, so that all who run may read. Peace ful dissolutions are possible under it, as is demonstrated not only in the breaking up of the telephone-telegraph merger, but in the New Haven rail road unscrambling. It is well to leave a good thing alone. A year at least should be giv en the country to get its breath after the almost continuous harassment of the past ten years. The most con structive thing the administration could do would be to announce that the public is to have the rest cure for the next twelve months. Democratic Policy Destructive. The general purpose of Democracy has ever been to undo whatever the Republican party has done, to do what ever the Republican party has op posed, to overthrow federal supervi sion and federal power in whatever direction exercised, and to elevate the power and supremacy of the state at the expense of the nation. To change the tariff law and sub stitute free trade for protection has been its purpose for more than half a century. Cleveland tried it in 1893, but did not entirely succeed. The senate baffled him, for the Wilson bill was at last rather a change of schedules than a complete destruction of protection. Cleveland, notwith standing his strong individualism, was a lawyer who entertained a respect for the constitution of his country and had some modest misgivings as to his own infallibility. Wilson is troubled by no underestimate of himself. He had not the slightest hesitation in in voking the power of federal patronage and the tyranny of the secret caucus to carry out his purposes, and the re sult was the revised tariff, the prac tical workings of which are yet to be demonstrated. Bill Not Yet Settled. The Democratic party has given the people .of the country two doses of medicine. If those two doses cure the patient, well and good; if not, then will be time to look to the future, perhaps to prepare.—Vice-President Marshall. What about paying the doctor’s bill? Is it to be completely over looked? The citizens of Leesburg thought so to their sorrow. Is the nation to profit by their example? If old Doctor Swamproot gets paid, “well and good”; If not, look out for more doses. Some say that subscription blanks, properly filled In, make the best prescriptions. Try a dollar’s worth of Commoner! It leaves you younger. Settled In That Quarter. The South Carolina Democrat who Said that Woodrow Wilson is the greatest living American probably has no intention of asking Secretary Bryan for a diplomatic job. Not Looking for So Much. Some of the Democrats who started out for a porterhouse steak are about ready now to accept a soup bone. Only One Road to Success. Much depends upon the ability of the Republican party to seize the flood of Issues which the Wilson adminis tration has furnished and make them lead on to political fortune. That will mean aggressive leadership, with a vital power of initiative. The issues must be presented which appeal to the public judgment and confidence. Suo vess will follow such a general appeal more surely than a prudential at tempt to interest disgruntled groups of voters no matter who they may be. Just a Big Noise. Representative Hinebaugh of Illi nois says the Moose campaign ie on a sound footing. Samo old footing. Sound and fury, signifying nothing.— New York Telegram. Gift Pinchot’s Progressive platform seems to have been one in which he took the initiative, referred the matter to himself and recalled what didn’t suit his plans. Another thing the tariff has brought down is wages.