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PETE He Proves a Blessing i In Disguise Br CLARISSA MACKIE I H I I I I 1 I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I 1 Tbe lower rim of the nun rested oo Ibe edge of the horizon, a huge or ange ball against tbe background of copper red sky. Nancy Hartón watched It slowly sink below tbe flat Texas piala astil all at once it waa gone and the weird twi light waa about her. With a little sigh she turned her bone to tbe low lili! that bounded tbe northeast Iler black Judy skim med over the ground with Tel ret feet, and the passage of tbe graceful girl and tbe beautiful animal were almost like sbadowa fleeing before tbe light western breeze. Then aa they passed Into tbe deep gloom of a walnut grove Nancy beard rough voices In discussion. For a mo ment her hesrt thrilled with terror. for the Barton ranch waa very near tbe Mexican border, and In these -on certain days there was a growing spirit of lawlessness among tbe rough characters that Invented tbe neighbor hood. Tbe voices came from a little hollow on tbe left of tbe trail, and Nancy was glad of tbe protection afforded by the great trees that surrounded ber. She pulled Judy to a standstill and listened sharply. Five minutes afterward she bad emerged from tbe grove and was tear ing down tbe trail toward borne. Iler appearance In tbe yard brought ber father Into tbe porch and tbe cook Into tbe doorway of tbe bunk bouse. "That you, NanT" cried ber father rellevedly. "I've been wild about you tor tbe Inst hour. I know you can take care of yourself, but remember what I told you about staying out after dark. Why. what is It, child? You are trembling." Mr. Barton lifted the girl from the saddle, and she sank limply on to tbe steps. "You no, see men. Miss Nancy 7" shrilled Hep Loo across the yard. lie waved a spoon toward bis waiting sup per table In tbe bunk bouse. "They will come later. Hep Loo," said Nancy faintly, and as tbe China man returned muttering to his kitchen he said to ber father: "Dad, what ahull we do? I came home through the grove, and I overheard our men here plotting to burn tbe ranch and run the cattle serón the border." "You are sure, daughter?" demanded Barton sharply, tor be had trusted his cowboys to a man. "Yes. I beard all their voices. Sing song Tete seemed to be tbe leader. It la planned for tonight" "I wonder If they are coming back to upper," mused Barton. "No. They planned the raid, and after It la accomplished they are to rush in and appear to rescue me. Ob, dad, they said they would Onlsb you, and you know what that means and" Nancy'a voice broke a little, and ber father knew that when his brave daughter's courage wavered there was danger Indeed, and he guessed that abe bad not told him all ahe bad over- beard. "We need help. How shall we get It?" he muttered. "Let me go, father. I am safer rid ing than I am here," abe shuddered. "Where wUI you go. child? You could nover ride to Fenby'a In time, and" "I will go and get Roger Dare," said Nancy. Mr. Barton started. "Roger UareT' be repeated. "lie would never come after tbe way I treated him. I can't expect IL No man with red blood lu him would do It" "Roger would do It, dad," said Nancy quietly. "Just because be has got red blood lu his veins would be forgive an Injury and help. He's a man!" Barton stared dowu at tbe girl. "Nancy! I believe I believe you really did care" Ue stopped abort as Nan lifted ber gloved band. "Had, you can believe almost any thing of a foolish girl," aba whispered. "Glvo me a cup of tea and let me go. They are cowards, and they will not shoot me If I run across the gang, but I will go tbe lower trail if It will lessen your anxiety, iou ana uep l-oo re malu lu tbe house and protect the place." Nancy arose and run Into the bouse, where Aunt Ilepsy, tbe stout negress, waa waiting Impatiently to serve supper. Nsncy drank a cup of tea and ate a few moutbfula of food; then, with a last close embrace from ber father, who bad protested even while be saw that ber pistols were loaded and that Judy waa reudy at tbe door, she swung Into tbe saddle and vanished Into tbe night. Then James Barton worked swiftly. Within an hour tbe bouse was closely shuttered and loaded wespous placed at all the upper windows. Btlence fell over the ranch. Hepsy juuiiwrm uumnii at uvui uci uuui, while Barton, kneeling In an upper iwiudow, watched Iht- entrances by which tbe enemy might be expected. While be waited be thought of Nancy flying for help and asking Roger Dure, of all men! In the darkness Barton blushed. Wheu Roger Dare bad first come to tbe cattle country tbe finger of sus picion bad pointed heavily at blm In a very dubious transaction. Barton bad been one of bis most relentless accus ers; be bnd really believed the man guilty. There had been a lynching stopped at tbe critical Instant by news of the capture of the guilty man, and Roger had been set free, but bis stern attitude toward bis accusers had told them that he had not forgotten the In sult and Injury their unjust accusa tions had brought upon blm. James Barton had mate handsome apology for tbe Injustice, and In more ways than one bad he been of service to the young rancher, but quite un known to Roger, for It Is probuble that that stern young man might have re fused tbe aid that came from un known sources. Then Barton's contri tion had an added bitterness, for Rog er bad fallen promptly In love with Nancy, and there might have been a romance there on the Texas plain had not the unfortunate affair come op to blight It In tbe bud. Now, this very evening Barton bad discovered something in Nancy's tone that betrayed ber secret She loved Roger after all. That was what bad worn upon her during the past year, although she had maintained her cheer ful demeanor. lie swore softly under his breath as he thought of bow be hud failed after all to make bis moth erless daughter entirely happy, and that waa all he lived for. So James Barton waited for the en emy to come and burn bla borne. If they could, but his thoughts traveled aide by side with tbe gallant young form speeding through tbe night sur rounded by unseen dangers. Tbe lower trail led away from tbe chestnut grove and its concealed plot ters. Tbe trull skirted the foot of a hill and then followed the dry bed of Cinder creek, plunged through the narrow confines of Cinder canyon and emerged on Roger Dare's north range. Nancy Bartou, leaning low In tbe saddle, rode tbe miles unflinchingly. , Tier pride must suffer in going to Rog-i er Dare for help. But what mattered? She thought of ber brave, gray haired father standing off the crowd of des peradoes single handed, and she spur red Judy to greater effort Tbe atones rattled In tbe dry bed of . tbe creek, mid then the dark plunge through the little canyon was accom plished with heaven only knows what hairbreadth escapes from death or dls aster, nnd tbeu Judy's feet pounded over the grass of Roger Dare's land. A dog barked In tbe distance, a light flared in a window, other lights sprang out around tbe bouse, and when Nancy arrived on the almost winded mare sho was at once sur rounded by a circle of excited men. with Rog-er Dare in their midst "What has happened?" asked Roger, his hind on Judy's neck. In a few broken words Nancy told blm, and then, reeling in tbe saddle, she murmured: "I'm not- going to faint. I never fainted in my Ufe." And she straight way proceeded to drop Into Roger's outstretched arms. "She has fainted away," said Roger as be laid ber on a sofa in the sitting room. "Eliza." turning to his grim featured housekeeper, "there is tro u 1)1 e at tbe Barton ranch, and 1 must go. but watch over Nancy. You will know what to do, and guard her as you would your own child. Ben and Gal lagher will remain with you." With a last glance at the sweet pale face ou the pillow, Roger turned and rushed out into the yard, where his men were piling on to their horses. In a moment twenty of them were fly ing toward Cinder canyon, and tbe dis gruntled Gallagher and bis companion were left behind. Long afterward old Hepsy tried to describe the bnttlu of Barton's ranch, but words were inadequate. "Lawsy, chile," she told her listener. "I Jest wish you could bev been dere and seen bow Marse Barton pinged dem snakes wld his gun, and right in de midst of it dere was a rarlu' shout from de lower gate, and I declar' If Marse Roger Dare and his men didn't come skybootlu' erloug, and well, de war ended right off! Marse Roger and de rest of 'em Jes driv dot Kiugsong I'ete and de odder snakes clean off de place, and I heohs dey went ovah de bo'der Inter Mex'co. and a good place for 'era, too, wld de greasers! Ub, huh! Marse Roger am sure a brave man. but he alu't uo braver den Marse Burton no, sub!" Roger Dare, coming back from tbat wild chase over the border in pursuit of Singsong I'ete ard his band, rode Into tbe Barton yard and met Barton's hearty band clasp with one equally warm. No one heard tbe few words tbey tittered as tbey stood there, aide by side, but that very lustunt the feud between them died. There was a light patter of hoofs at tbe gute, and Nancy came riding in on Judy. The girl, ber fucé now pale aud rosy, slipped from the saddle aud looked from ber father to Roger Dare. "I am so glnd you sre safe safe, father." she sobbed, tflnglug to Bar ton. "I told you be would come" "Yes, darling," smiled Barton over her sunny head. "He has come. In deed, and be tells me that be has come to stay!" Naucy was silent for awhile, and then abe timidly put a hand toward Roger, her eyea still hidden on ber father's sleeve. And when she lifted ber eyes at hint and looked shyly around she found herself standing baud In baud with ber father aud Roger Dare. Aud Aunt Ilepsy, who was an inter ested observer of this scene, was scan dalized to hear ber master exclaim: "Well, we can thank Singsong Tete for this!" and Roger's happy answer; "Heaven bles Rlngsong Pete!" But on the wedding day Nancy ex plained what tbey meant FAÜÜCÍGTIIE SAILS No Amount of Wind Raised Aboard a Ship Can Fropcl It. CONTRARY TO NATURAL LAW. As Matter ef Fact, the Fores of the Air Driven Against the Canvas Would Have a Tendency to Send the Vessel Backward Instead of Forward. "If an electric fan could be m.Ac large enough to throw a sufficient amount of wind to move a small sail boat and such a fan was placed nn the end of a boat with the wlud from tbe fan blowing against the salt on tbe very boat the fun Is on. Is It possible that It could move the boat? The ar gument Is thr.t the fan. being on tbe same boat as tbe sail, cannot move Itself. But as tbe sir detaches Itself from the fan and lilts tbe sail, my Ideo Is that It cau, provided It has the strength to move tbe boat, riease give an answer." . .-., This question Is worth answering be cause It Involves a principle of physics that ought to be universally under stood and Ignorance of which may lead to tbe waste of both time and money upon inventions that will not work.- Tbe writer of the question thinks that because thj air, as she expresses It, Is "detached from", the fan when It starts off to strike the sail, it ought to act like an ordinary wlud and push the boat before It But she would not think so If she reflected tbat the particles of air driven from tbe fan resemble a warm of bullets shot from a gun. The air particles get their force from tbe fan as the bullets get theirs from the gun, and Just as tbe gun recoils with a force equal to tbat which It Im parts to the bullets, so tbe fan, wheth er driven by electricity or steam or turned by hand, lnevltubly recoils with the same amount of force that It Im parts to tbe air. To make clearer the comparison be tween a stream of bullets from a gun and a stream of wind from an electric fun, Imagine a Maxim gun placed at the rear of a boat and an Impenetrable target at the front and then auppose that the gun should burl a continuous current of bullets against the target Anybody can see that tbe boat would not be driven forward, because tbe recoil of tbe gun would constantly force it backward with the same energy with which the bullets, striking the target, forced it ahead. But if tbe gun were placed on shore or on another support its stream of bullets striking the target would drlvs the boat forward, because then tbelr effect would be like that of a wind blowing freely across tbe water and having no connection with anything on the boat . An ordinary wind is able to drive a boat whose soil it strikes because its reaction (that of the twlnd) Is nut upon tbe boat but upon tbe great mass of the atmosphere or upon tbe earth. The principle to be remembered. and Ignorance or forgetfulnees of which has cost tbe happiness of more than one uneducated inventor's Ufe, Is tbat no mechanical force can be pro duced without an expenditure of en ergy precisely equivalent Never for get tbat there can be no action with out equal reaction and that If tbe ac tion takes Its origin within tbe limits of the thing that Is acted upon the reaction will also be felt within those same limits. Your electric fan would drive a toy vessel placed on tbe deck of your boat, although It would not drive tho boat Itself, because, with regard to the toy vessel, the breeze from the fan would have an independent origin, like an ordinary wind blowing over a lake, and Its reaction would not be upon tbe toy, but upon tbe boot over whose deck tbe toy glided. If you are inside a car and push upon the car you cannot move It as you could If you stood upon the ground outside and pushed. In tbe first case your action and reaction are both upon tbe car, but In the secoud case the action is upou tbe car end tbe reaction upon the ground outside. Tbe same thing happens if you suspend a "bar above your bead and lift yourself by pulling down on it and afterward put the bur under your feet and try to lift yourself by pulling up on It You succeed In lifting yourself In the first case, but you fall In the second, because when the bar Is under your feet tbe force of your pull reacts upon your own body and urges It down Just as much s up. There la one effect of the electric fan which might surprise you it would tend to drive your boat backward In stead of forward. It would push gainst air like tbe propeller of an aeroplane, and to make It drive your boat forward yon would bave to face tbe fan around, ao tbat Its reactlou would be upon the atmosphere behind Insteud of ahead of tbe boat, and In either case your sail would be not on' Useless but an encumbrance. Oarrott P. Ser visa lu New York Journal. Corraetina the Judae. "Do I understand you to say." asked tho Judge, "tbat his remarks were acrimonious 7 "No, Judge, your honor; I didn't soy tbat. I said he lust swore at me. In't agolo' to claim tbat be done what ie didn't do." Birmingham Age-Her ald. There are people who do not know how to waste Uielr time alone, and kenre become tbe scourge of busy peo ple, -De Bonald. Mermaids And Sirens Sad Mishap Spoils (lio Conrt sbip cf Ananias Sliso UBy J. LEROY BAR STOW Anautus Sllue finished mopping up the floor of the First bank of Qulncy Harbor, cast a look out of tbe window up and down the street and then sud denly dodged over to the mirror to straighten a brilliant red necktie that blossomed on bis shining shirt front In a few seconds be was standing In tbe doorway, ready to make a aweep Ing bow to the new schoolteacher. Miss Hannah Pea body. . Miss Peabody, who was plump and good nntured looking, with bright brown eyes and rather a weather beat en complexion, smiled cordially at the little man. "Oood morning, Mr. Sllne. Lovely day, Isn't It?" she smiled. "Grand!" agreed Ananias, rubbing bis bald bead with a blue cotton hand kerchief. "I'm going eellng tonight" be added. Oh, goody r Miss Teabody clapped ber hands In a very Juvenile manner nd glanced archly at the little sailor. 'You know what you promised, Mr Sllne." I ain't forgotten," blushed Ananias delightedly. "I'm going to start soon's It's dark. We have to spear 'em by lan tern light you know." "Won't It be Jolly fun? I shall be ready at 0 o'clock. Will yon come for me, or shall I meet you at tbe dock?" Ananias hesitated. There were sev eral other comely ladles In Qulncy Har bor wbo bad tnelr matrimonial eyes fastened on Ananlns Sllne. and It would be better if bis attentions to tbe new schoolteacher did not become public property until ho bad rather broken the news to bis old loves. Miss Pea bod y boarded with Miss Simms. and the SI aims house was across tbe street from Em Bevls, and Mrs. Bevls had been tbe recipient of many attentions from Ananias, and there was the Widow Rowell, with whom Ananias boarded. It was better that the prospective eelers meet on tbe dock. It was a busy day at tbe bank, and. while tbe little porter found plenty to do, he found time to complete bis preparations for tbe evening's sport Among other things was tbe writing of a poem to Hannah Peabody. "I'd rutber mop fifteen miles of painted floor than write one pome,' was tbe dejected opinion of Mr. Sllne when he Anally tucked the ink smirch ed paper Into his pocket , Tbe Widow Rowell rushed into Em Bevis' department store, her little, dark face quivering with excitement Although theso two ladles were ordi narily rivals for tbe hand and heart of Ananias Sllne, now, in the person of "JUST SE WHAT BU BITS TO HXB, TBI OVD VUJtXr Miss Hannah Peabody, they found common cause for compUlnt. "Em," cried the widow breathlessly, "what do you tblnk that sly cat of a schoolteacher's going to do?" Mrs. Bevls paled. "I'd never guess, Hetty." abe said faintly. "Going eellng with Ananias eellug. mind you, and she so scared of a boat she turns sick when she looks at the harbor mussed up in a northwester! Alu't she bold?" "I should call her brave." remarked Mrs. Bevls dryly. "Ain't It wonderful. Hetty, what some wlmmen will go through with for tbe sake of a little shrimp of a man?" And then: "Howd you hear about It?" ques tioned Mrs. Bevls at last "He sneaked bis old fishing clothes out this noon, and be dropped some thing on the floor tbat gave me a clew to where be -was going and who was going with blm." Mrs. Rowell drew a piece of rumpled paper from ber pocket and pointed to the ink stained pages. There were many interlineations and many blurred words, but tbe whole thing proved to be the rough draft of Ananias' poem to bis lady fair of the moment It was eyident tbat Ananias had been reading poetry, for the lines were addressed to "My Lady Fare." ' Humph!" sniffed Km Bevls. "An-1 aulas can't spell worth a rentl A body would tblDk be was a trolley conductor and ahe was a -passenger." "Never mind the spelling." urged the widow eagerly. "Just see what be says to ber-the old-flirt!" Mrs. Bevls settled her spectacles on her nose, and her large, strongly mark ed countenance settled Into an expres sion of puzzled wonderment as she slowly picked out the words from the Jumble of corrections: "My Lady Fare! Oh, Hannah. be my la"y fare! To say thU thin I'd hardly dare. But you have amllrd on me." "You bet she bust" interjected Em bitterly. "Grinned like a Cheshire cat whenever sho passed the bank." Then she resumed reading: - "Tonight wa will a-eellng go. And while the boat rocks to and fro I'll hold your dainty hand In mine And look Into your eyei divine." Did you ever bear such wicked, mi- Christlin'.ike gibberish?" inU'iriip'eil Mrs. Rowell Jealously. "Never. Just listen to thin, Hetty: 'Ar.d when I tell ou of my love JuM when the moon la bright above 1 wUli that I co'il. 1 aay till", llannull, In a liner, proper manner" "There's, he's given out, poor soul. snd I don't wonder," commented Mrs. Bevls sourly ns she handed the paper back to Hetty Rowell. "What you go ing to do about It. Hetty?" Tbe Widow Rowell laughed shrilly and folded ber arms. "I'm going flshlng," she announced. Km Bevls' face relaxed; abe emitted a boaise giggle. You going cellos?" abe asked sig nificantly. Why not? I been eellng lots of times in my life. The bay's free to all. and seems like I'd relish some fried eels tomorrow." Hetty Rowell. you do bent all," chuckled Em appreciatively. "1 aim to." retorted Hetty. "I don't mlud going along to see the fun." remarked Mrs. Bevls. "Come along. Can you spear an eel?" "Lord, no, Hetty! But 1 can hold the torch while yon do It, and I'm a good bund at the oars." "I've been down making my boat ready. We'll start about 0 o'clock. Xnnnias asked for a 5 o'clock supper said be bad to go somewbercs this evening." "All right. You meet me down on the beach. ' I know where the boat's drawn up on tbe sund." Promptly at 0 o'clock Em BevlH und he Widow Rowell met on tbe sandy beach. There were many lights about the placid harbor, anchor lights banging from the larger vessels nud little flitrliitr lights from the many eel lng boats that were abroad tbat night A light 11 a red at the root or tbe laud ing steps below the dock and then suddenly darted out and away across the bay. "That's them," said the widow trucu lently. In half an hour the two women were close In tbe wake of Ananias t II lie's boat While the flare ofxtbelr owu torch prevented Ananias or his fair companion from recognizing tbe occu pants of the boat behind, the two widows had n fair view of the fickle Ananias and the timid schoolteacher. Auaiilns was standing In tbe bow of his boat manipulating bis torch with one baud while be skillfully speared an eel with the other. The tlare of tbe torch peuetiuted tbe water and lured the Inquisitive wrigglers to the surface, where the strong arm and un erring aim of tho little sailor quickly captured them. Every time Ananias speared an eel tbe schoolteacher squealed, and when tbe wriggling Huh was KppeJ Into a large covered can Miss Peabody called Ananias a bad. cruel man In a most caressing tone. , "Disgusting," whispered Em Bevls Jealously. "She's a siren," added netty Rowell, who was possessed of imagination wbeu occasion demanded It . "The loudest siren I ever heard,' said Mrs. Bevls, wbo was of a prac tlcul tarn of mlud and bad heard tbe uutoiniblle danger boms. "He's taking a rest" whispered Mrs. Rowell .sharply. "I'll bet be runs the boat up close under tbe old wreck yonder and reads that there pome to ber." "He'll read it to me at the same time If I have to wadu there." muttered Mrs. Bevls. picking up tbe oars Id her strong hands. "Talu't for nothing he's burned out the kerosene In my front parlor." "I didn't know he'd been there enough to count the cost of kerosene, entered Hetty Rowell as tbey followed tbe larger boat toward tbe west beach where tbe skeleton of an abandoned schooner waa half submerged In tbe high tide. "There's plenty you nln't aware of, Hetty," sold Mrs. Bevls coldly as she bent to ber oars. The two widows fell Into silence as tbelr craft followed tbe boat ahead. Hetty Rowell extinguished the torch, for sho bad no heart to spear eels when tbat organ was pierced with the barb of Ananias' perfidy. AU of Qulncy Harbor bad expected tbat Ananias would marry his land lady, but so far tbe god of luck had decreed that the little sallonnan should escape his quarry; tben his attentions to the owner of tbe village department store bad diverted public Interest to Em Bevls, and finally It was an open question which one of tbe two widows would win Ananias Sllne. Meantime Miss Hannah Peabody bad come to Qulncy Harbor, and Auanlas had been smitten with ber mature charms. There might be safety in courting third maiden. But Ananias was really in love to night Tbe poem be bad written burn ed in bis pocket, snd be could scarcely wait until they were under the lee of tbe wreck of tba Hepsy B. before draw ing tbe paper from his pocket am holding it to the light. "Miss Peabody," be said diffidently, "I've got something to say to you, and I've put it Into pome; It's all true Just bow I feel and what I wrote!" "Indeed?" gushed (and probably blushed) Miss Hannah Peabody. "You naughty, poetical Mr. Sllne! Who would have suspected you of writing poetry I" ' "Silly nlnnyP hissed Em Bevls, who bad guided ber boat into the still water that filled the skeleton of the Hepsy B. Some of the bull remained, and that waa all that bid tbe eavesdroppers from tbe lovers. "Ahem!" Ananias cleared bis throat and braced his shoulders. "To My Lady Fare," be began. "You dear, drMclous ruant" tittered Hannah Peabody. "Oh, Hannah, be my lady fare, , To aay this thing I'd hardly dare, - i Put you hnve smiled on me. TonlRht w e will a-ecllng an. And while the boat rocks to and fro , I'll hold your dainty hand In mine And look Into your eyes divine, nd when I tell you of my love ! Jufft when the moon la bright ebove I winh that I could eay this, Hannah. In a finer, proper manner. Indred, I love you like my life, Hannah, will you be my wire?" Tho voice of Ananias ceased, and there was no souud save tbe slapping; "LET OO, HANNAH, IX) VE!" BAWLED ASA. NIAS. of the little waves against the bull of tbe Hepsy B. Tben a delighted laugh broke from the nervous lips of Miss Hannah Pea body. "Oh oh Ananias!" she cried sob- blngly nnd-held out ber arms. Anuuius caniu toward ber to receive his reward. At that moment something hap pened. It .was a 'turn of fate un dreamed of by tbe lovers or tbe two Jealous widows beyond tbe warped planks of tbe wreck. A little tug bad puffed Into the har bor to make anchorage for tbe night Tbe hoarse boom of ber whistle hud Interrupted Ananias' poem. Aud now as her lights neared the dock there canio the heavy wash from ber wuke. There came one long, wicked wave that lifted Ananias' craft aud rocked It dizzily. Miss Peabody screamed lust ily and clung to the little sailor. 'Let go. Hannah, love!" bawled Ananias, who was afraid of a woman and rocking boat. Came another wave, hissing and curling in crisp anticipation of the dis aster it would create. When tbe wave broke against tbe bull of the Hepsy B. Ananias and Miss Peabody were floundering in the water, while the two widows were rowing madly to their rescue. . It was Em Bevls' strong arm that caught bold of Misa Pea body's coat sleeve and dragged tbat half conscious lady to temporary refuge in the little boat But to Hetty Rowell fell the honors of tbe occasion. From the boat she had climbed to tbe rotting timbers of tbe Ucpsy B.. aud now abe leaned over and helped Ananias to scramble to a seat beside her on the bulwarks. "I aay. Em," abe called to Mrs. Bevls, with cbeerlness born of tbe situation, "you take Miss Peabody straight borne and send Jim Lewis after Ananias aud me. That boat's too small for four of us." Em Bevis made no reply. She turn ed her boat toward tho dark, and tbe little craft vanished In the gloom. Ananias was shivering with cold. "Drat that woman!" he muttered sav agely. "Mrs. Rowell, she near drown ed me! Deliver me from a woman wbo can't swim!" "Every siren alu't a mermaid," purred Hetty Rowell, smiling Into tbe dark ness. "And every mermaid ain't no airen, neither!" retorted Ananias sourly. Em Berts conveniently forgot to send Jim Lewis with a boat, and when tbe Widow Rowell awoke to thU unpleasant realization sho lifted ber voice with that of ber disgruntled boarder, and tbey Dually attracted tbe attention of some fishermen, wbo res cued tbem from tbelr unpleasant posi tion. Incidentally the rescue afforded an amusing story to go the rounds of the village, while It cemented tbe Arm be lief that Hetty Rowell would marry Ananias Sllne In tbe end. And Ananias begins to believe It him self. Miss Peabody resigned her posUIon tbe next day and went home. And Em Bevls and the Widow Ro wel! are not on speaking terms.