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AYOVfLZATO Of NOVLZED 3Y WL31X a AZfir. CHAPTER I. ' Harry Swlfton hummed a song to liimself and threw a little more speed" Into his roadster. He had every reason to be happy Long regarded as a settled bachelor, though j oung enough to be the sort of chap all tbo girls were setting their ;caps for, he felt that this was to be )the really great day of his life. Lucy (Medders and her father were coming Jto visit him; his sister Carolyn was learning home from boarding school Especially to play the hostess, the pome bad been made spick and span kor the occasion, the sun was shining, (the little birds were singing In the jtrees of the park, his roadster was running smoothly and weli, he hadn't a care in tho world. ; As he took corners In the driveways Without slackening speed he mur mured: "'Good little buzz wagon! You're the cupId that started all this." In memory, he could see again that day of the summer before when in the tearae machine he was whizzing along ja country road. Something happened, jthe machine skidded, with the usual (result i When Harry came to his senses he (was lying on an old-fashioned hair eofa, In an old-fashioned Quaker jhome but ho thought he was in heaven. I Above him bent a Quaker damsel, 'demurely beautiful and dlstractlngly calm. She was bathing his brow with a cloth wrung out of cold water to jVhich some camphor had been added, j "Do thee feel better?" she asked, in ;the softest of tones. "It depends," he managed to say. "If you're going to stop this because ,1'in better, I'm going to have a re ilapse." - I Then Into the room came a stalwart joid Quaker. j "Has the young man recovered, JLucy?" he asked. j "Yes, father," she said. Harry sat pp, with an effort. i "I donit know how to thank you, , sir," he said. "It was lucky ' that I ! rwent Into the ditch right in front of your house." i With the word "lucky" tie looked , meaningly at Lucy, but that self-pos-ses&ed maiden did not seem to catch ibis double meaning. The result of the accident 13 not hard to guess. Harry found himself ,bo bumped and bruised that It took a Socrates Primmer Was a School Teacher Who Considered Himself a Pcet (fortnight for him to be well enough to return to his home. And In that fort night he and Lucy became so well ac quainted that It then became neces sary for him to run up to see her a mere matter of a hundred miles once every week. And now he had induced her father to bring her to visit jhlm and his sister. He reviewed In his mind the events 'of the days since the accident Pleas ant thoughts, those, for a young man. They take his mind off the immediate surroundings, however. I Automatically he whirled around 'another corner then began doing :thlngs with the brake, but too late, j Twenty yards before him approached another auto. In It sat a couple ob livious to their danger. There was a 'fimash and a crash, a shriek and a iyeil. And then the three people picked 'themselves up. The man in the other auto leaped TflEPLAY BY to his feet first and shook his fists at Harry. The lady gathered her hair Into a coil again and exclaimed: "My hat! Lxy beautiful hat!" Harry followed the direction of her glance, and saw the object of her dis may. A handsome hat of yellow straw, adorned with large red flowers, was hopelessly entangled in the steer ing gear of his machine. He extricated it or what he could of it and offered it to her. But with a tearful exclamation of despair she refused it. "Scoundrel!" shouted her friend. "Vy do you go running around kill ing peeples, und ruining delr hats?" "My dear count!" cried the lady. "Not so loud!" But the count was not to be calmed. In spite of Harry's efforts to explain matters, he continued his staccato ex pressions of wrath and vengeance, un til, giving up the idea of straightening matters out, Harry popped into his own machine, skilfully ran past the other auto, and resumed his home ward ride. In a moment the count and the lady were in their seat again, the count wheeled his machine about, and the pursuit began. By some deft turnings and twistings Harry man- "My Hat! My Beautiful Hat!" She Cried. aged to evade them and at last reached home. He-dashed into the house, eager to chanEe his clothes and be ready to go to the station to meet Mr. Medders and Lucy. "Pigeon" Williams met him. Pigeon, as he was affectionately called, was a young man who tried his best to be a chum of Harry for the reason that he was unusually at tracted by Harry's sister Carolyn. It was natural that Pigeon should be at Swifton's that morning. He wanted to help Harry have things ready to entertain Lucy and her father, and besides he thought it would cheer Carolyn up to see one .of her old friends on her own arrival. "Is Carolyn here?" Harry asked, as he came In. "Sure," replied Pigeon. "She got here half an hour ago mad as the dickens because you didn't meet her at the train. Why didn't you? If I'd known you weren't going to, of course T r.A U I x i.uuiu uac fc,uuc I meant to, Harry replied. But I had a bit of a smash-up in the park." "Smash-up? Again?" "Nothing that amounted to much. Head-on bump into one of these run about things run. about a day and then blow up. German dignitary In it, with a dashing brunette. No won der he couldn't see me coming. He had to look at her." "Didn't hurt them?" "No. Just knocked the breath out of all of us. And her hat fell off, and my machine chewed It up. Look." Harry dug Into his pocket and pro duced the brim of the lady's hat, with a trailing string of red DODDle Pi geon laughed. "Keep It for a souvenir?" he asked. "Don't know. The German fellow got mad, and I came away in such a hurry I forgot what I was doing. Stuck the thing In my pocket absent mindedly. I guess' "He got mad! No wonder." "I think he's real peeved. When I made my get-away he got his old cook stove Into action and tried to follow me. But I escaped." Harry went into his room and Pigeon sat down. "How's Carolyn looking?" Harry called to him. "Fine and dandy. Say, Harry," Pigeon went on, maliciously, "the fel lows have It In for you." "In for me! Why?" asked Harry, In muffled tones, tugging at a collar but ton. "They say you're a quitter. You used to be strong for stag parties, and all that, and now you don't care for anything but the country and a coun try girl." "That so?" Harry said, coming out. "Well, let 'em say what they please. I'm for the country that's where you go for pure air, green fields, natural flowers, and natural girls. Pigeon, I'm through with all this bachelor stuff. No more of the stag suppers and po ker parties for yours truly. I'm ready to quit and be good If my plans work." "I think you're dead right, Harry," Pigeon replied, solemnly, "judging from my own experience. There's nothing in this bachelor life."- "Your experience? Here, Methuse lah! Take a cigar. Why, you're not even old enough to use a safety razor, boy!" Pigeon blushed boyishly and felt of his tender mustache with an einbar rassedly guilty expression. "You're always rubbing it In on a fellow," he complained. CHAPTER II. Harry laughed sarcastically, and in the midst of his laugh Carolyn dashed into the room. A jolly, romping girl, just at the age when a girl doesn't know whether to keep on being a girl or to consider herself a woman, she paused for a moment at sight of Pigeon, then lost her formality and ran to Harry to greet him. "Isn't she some girl, though?" Harry cried to Pigeon, with his arms around his sister. "Have to keep my eyes on you, from now on, young lady! You're getting to be too big- and pretty." "I'm not too big!" pouted Carolyn. "Not a bit and you couldn't be too pretty," Pigeon earnestly declared. "I'll have to keep my eye on you, Harry," Carolyn giggled. "Wait until Lucy comes. Do 'you call her 'thee?' " "I haven't turned into, a whole Quaker yet," Harry answered. "Now you run along and see that this house looks llke something." ''You'd cetter get some- one to ex purgate this den of yours," Carolyn flashed at him as she left the room. "Lucy and her father may be shocked at some of the things here." "I'd like to know what there is in here to shock anyone," Harry said to Pigeon. "Oh, nothing much," Pigeon chuckled. "But maybe that picture of the ballet girl and that figure of the Venus de Milo, and some of the other highly decorative effects are not quite what Lucy has at home." "Why, those are works of art" "Here's General Blazes to see you, Harry," called Carolyn from the hall way. "Come right In, general!" Harry said. General Blazes, pompous, irasci ble and dignified, was Harry's attor ney in several matters having to do with the estate left him by his fa ther. He entered the room as gravely and as Impressively as though he were approaching the bench of the United States Supreme court, and said: "Good morning, boy. Here" taking a packet from his Inside pocket "here are the deeds, all duly signed and sealed. I believe you will need no further advice from zne." "Thank you, general," Harry said, taking the documents. "That's mighty good of you. I appreciate your kind vsiss In bringing them in yourself." "No trouble at all, I assure you. I was passing on my way to my offices." "Won't you have a little nip of something to strengthen you for the walk?" "No, thank you. I am rather in haste. I am slightly worried about Mrs. Blazes." "Worried? Why, I trust she is not 111." "Not at all. She left early today, to shop for a sick friend." "Shopping for a sick friend," chuckled Harry. "Are they having special sales of sick friends?" The general ignored the jest, as, In deed, he Ignored all jests. "After that," he continued, "she was going to attend a luncheon where the ladles were to meet this Count von Fitz, who Is such a social Hon now." "I've heard of him." "Well," the general remarked, "I am , dallying here when I should be hasten ing on. My wife should have been at home by this time. By the way, I don't believe you have met Mrs. Blazes." "I met two of your wives &k differ ent times," Harry smiled; for thy mat rimonial experiments of the general were subjects of much comment "She's not one of the two," the gen- Harry Swifton. eral replied. "They left me by way of Reno long ago. I'm not a bam dit sorry." Harry laughed again, for when . the general became excited It was his habit to get his words twisted, some times with ludicrous effect. The general regarded Harry's amusement with calm disapproval. "My boy," he said, dropping hl3 hand on Harry's shoulder, "let me give you one bit of good advice not legal. When you marry for the third time " "But I haven't married my first yet," Harry protested. ."You will, however. And when you marry for the third time, don't marry a young, beautiful woman." "Don't?" "No. Don't Half the time she's have you making a fam dool of your self." Having delivered himself of this sage observation, the general stalked to the door, turned and bade Harry farewell, and started out, to bump against a woe-begone person, who was coming In at the same moment "I I beg your pardon, humbly!" exclaimed the newcomer. In a thin, high, weepy voice. "Br-r-r-r!" grumbled the general, brushing by him. The newcomer glided In. His long, dank hair hung down to his collar, his white, thin hands plucked with melan choly grace at the roycroft tie he was wearing, and his eyes, which were set deep In his head, gleamed weirdly. "Alas!" he said, "It is you!" "You're a good guesser, Primmer," Harry said, grasping his hand. "I'm glad you could come to see us." Socrates Primmer, a distant cousin of Lucy, and a school teacher who considered himself a poet, had ac cepted Harry's off-hand Invitation to come ami visit him at the same time as Lucy and her father were to come. Harry had not dreamed that Primmer would come, for he knew Primmer had long considered himself a suitor for the hand of the demure Quakeress. Nevertheless, here he was, and in the hand that was not adjusting his neck tie was held a large hatbox, labeled, "Mile. Daphne." (TO BE CONTINUED.) How Oyster Islands Are Formed. Oyster islands, similar to those formed of coral, are found in several parts of the world. The islands in Newport river and Beaufort Harbor, North Carolina, says a writer in the Century Path Magazine, have been discovered to have as base a reef to which the spawn were attached and above this layer -pon layer of oysters, vegetable growth, and debris brought by the action of the waves and winds, all of whih finally grows high enough to rise above the surface of the water. This growth Is exactly analogous to that of the coral Islands of the Pa cific. The Islands near the mouth of the River Tagus In Portugal are said to have been built up In this way also. Here, where there Is such a quantity of oysters that 100 million a year would scarcely be missed if they were removed, the expanse of water just beyond the river's mouth is dotted with oyster Islands. As in the case of the coral reefs, which on the seaward side may be covered with living, grow ing coral, live oysters thrive In the same waters where the accumulation of dead generations has served to form the islands. 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