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NOVELZED DY WL31? D. cojytcrr by tv.Xrsjr SYNOPSIS. i Harry Swifton Is expecting a visit from his fiancee. Lucy Medders. a Quakeress whom he met In the country. His auto crashes Into another machine containing a beautiful woman and a German count, The woman's hat Is ruined and Harry escapes. His sister, Caroline, arrives at nis home to play hostess. Socrates trim frier, cousin nf T.iipu's Arrives with i hat Intended as a present for Lucy. Har ry Is trailed to his home by the Count and Mrs. Gen. Blazes, who demands her nat, a duplicate of which she says has been delivered nt Wnrrv's house. She Is In great fear lest her husband hear of her escapade. Lucv Medders and her tather arrive and the count Is hidden In one room and Mrs. Blazes In another. Harry Is forced to do some fancy lying to keep Lucy from discovering the presence pi tne woman. The milliner. Daphne uai jflngton, who proves to be an old flame of iHarry's. arrives to trace the missing du plicate hat and more complications eng sue. Daphne Is hustled Into the room oc cupied bv the Count. The latter, wun Whom Danhne had flirted at one time demands the return of a ring he had fclven her on that occasion. She tells him that she gave the ring to General Blazes. lAs the Count had also given Mrs. Blazes a duplicate or tne ring ne Decomes some what excited. Daphne leaves the room land seeks refuge In the one occupied by (Mrs. Blazes. Mr. Medder discovers the Count who Is introduced as Harry's Ger man tutor. General Blazes arrives and accuses Harrv of conceallnsr his wife. Daphne steDS out and the sreneral is dumfounded. Lucy gives way to tears, CHAPTER IX. The group stood In a dead silence. broken only by the stifled sobs of Lucy and Carolyn, while the heavy tramp of General Blazes died away in his slamming of the outer door. Harry shook his head doubtfully, as the Count continued to assure him In dumb show that he could clear things up for him. "Come, daughter," Mr. Medders Baid. "thee must auiet thyself. Then we will go home." "Aren't you going to give me a chance to explain?" Harry asked. "Explain!" Carolyn blazed forth, looking up at them with her eyes red and her cheeks stained with tears. "Explain! How can you explain? Oh, dear! I never should have gone away to school. I should have stayed at home and done my duty by my broth er." "Nonsense, Carolyn," Harry reproved her. "You simply make things look worse for me by such talk as that." "How could they be any worse for you!" Carolyn demanded. "Oh, men are wretches! I suppose they are all alike. I thought I could trust my own brother. I I even doubt pigeon, now!" The Count smiled grimly at Harry and shrugged his shoulders. Harry iooked at him in mute appeal, as though asking him to come to the front now with his plan of squaring things. But the Count was 'a man of experience. For all his flippancy and Gaiety, he was man of experience enough to know that when you are going to defend anything or any po sition which is being attacked you are better off if you wait until the attack ing party has exhausted its ammuni tion and arguments. So he bided his time, while Carolyn gradually relieved her mind by means of tears and recriminations, and while Lucy, who was completely mystified, but whoNfelt that something was tre mendously wrong, slowly arrived at a state of calm on the haven of her fa ther's shoulder. Shrewd old Amos Medders, being by birth and training a patient man, said "nothing beyond a few soothing words to Lucy. He had concluded to end their visit and take her home, yet he was a fair man and he would give Harry a chance to come from ,under the cloud, if he could. "Well, Carolyn," Harry said at last, "if you have finished all you have to Bay, we will get at the real truth of' the matter. Count von Fitz, I think, can tell us something that will at least interest us." The Count straightened his shoul ders and tQok a deep breath. He twi3ted his mustache thoughtfully, and then flecked an Imaginary piece of dust from his lapel. "Iff you vill all sit down," he ob served, "I can talk beddcr. Dare lss no occasion for weepings, nor for at tacking Mr. Swifton. Iff anybody shall be attacked, it is me, for vat has hap pened, and vat may yet happen, lss my fault." Carolyn resumed her seat, Lucy, ,with a wondering expression, took a chair, and Mr. Medders, nodding gravely, also sat down. Harry lounged on a settee, and carelessly chewed an iunlit cigar. j "It iss like diss," the Count said, as .though addressing a jury. "In life dare iss many things vich seem lm bossible of explanation, but vich ven ;ve know vat dey are, do not mean so much." Mr. Medders bowed assent and Har ry looked at the Count with consid erable admiration for his self-possession and his control of the situation. TflEPlAY BY "You haff seen somding," the Count continued, "vich excites natural sus picion und distrust Ve haff all seen dis. Und, as usual, ven suspicion is aroused, id Iss like a swarm of bees it lighds varever id pleases. Und also somebody geds stung." He chuckled to himself, but his chuckle did not raise an echo. "Id vould be easy for me," he said, "to allow you to continue mit der lm bresslons you haff receifed. sBut I cannot allow It Efen at der expense of a wrong imbression of myselluf, I must glff you my explanation vich you can belief or not belief, as you like. Mr. Swifton iss a man dot you know a man you vill .alvays know throughoud hiss life. Me I am a strancher. I haff been teaching Mr. Swifton some Cherman but I resign now as his tutor." "No, no! I won't have that!" Harry bluffed. "Unless you accept my resignation, I cannot say vat I vish to say," the Count decided. Accepting Harry's silence as a con firmation of the alleged resignation, he went, checking off his points as he made them, upon his fingers. "First, vat do we haff? Ve haff Cheneral Blazes coming here in a great rage, saying his wife Is here. He iss assured dot she iss not, und he goes avay." "Verily, I told him she had not been here. I saw not her nor any other woman not even that one who it Lucy's father patted her hand and He Awaited ceased speaking. The Count bowed to her and went on: "Later, Cheneral Blazes returns. He iss sure hiss vife iss here. He has heard from der milliner store dot she iss supposed to haff called up from here on der telumphones. Der rest you all know or think you know. He demands his vife. He iss again convinced she iss not here, und as he starts oud, he hears a sneeze. Such a sneeze is von dot iss echoed in hiss heart. He beliefs it iss hiss own vife's sneeze. Der door iss opened, und In stead off hiss vife, oud comes der milliner! Amazement!" With a sense of the dramatic uni ties, the Count paused. The others nodded mutely in confirmation of his summing up of the evidence. Veil, den," he resumed. "Vat lss der natural deductions you draw. Darefore, und consequently, our first conclusion Iss- dot things look plack for Mr. Swifton. Iss it not so?" They agreed, silently. "But vy should it be so?" the Count asked, pleasantly. "Iss Mr. Swifton der only man In der house? Iss he der only man In der vorld dot flirts? May I ask vy I, a poor, unknown, un noticed Cherman though id iss not so in my own country, I assure you! Iss dare any reason vy I should be neglected In your suspicions?" Lucy and Carolyn looked at each other triumphantly. Here was a ray of hope for Harry, after all. "But," the Count went on, "I must beg you not to suspect me as you do Mr. Swifton. I know you vill not. for Peebles do not giff such violent sus picion to stranchers as dey do to their own kind. I vill tell you how dis vom- an hannens to be in dot room. I sent her dare!" "You did!" Carolyn exclaimed "Why, I thought Harry " "Off course. Miss Swifton," the Count Interrupted her. "Ve vould al ways giff der benefit off der doubt to any von but our own folks. Is it not so? Now, vy did I sent her dare? She comes here to see aboud a hat she hass sent to a wrong address, recognize in her a lady mit whom haff flirted. You see, I do not hesitate to acknowledge dot I haff flirted. Vy should I? I am in diss country for dot purpose. Ladies flirt mit me a gallant chentleman vill at least be po lite enough to respond. Beauty vas effer a veakness mit me. So! I meet dis lady here dis milliner. I engage her In conversations. Ve hear some von coming. She cannot get oud. tell her to hide in dot room a moment She hides. But dare is no chance for her to get oud. Und at last, ven.it seems dot dare vill be a chance, der explosion comes und you know der rest." The Count removed his eyeglass and swung it nonchalantly by its cord He awaited the verdict. He did not look at Harry at all. Smilingly, he studied the wall. "Dost - thee realize that thee has endangered the name of this wom an?" Medders asked, in quiet tones. "Not so," the Count defended him self. "I vas protecting it Der Chen eral, und all der rest off you, by mak ing her come out you put her In dan ger." "Well," Harry said, after seeming to think the matter over very seri ously, "I confess that I am surprised by what you have told us. But I think the Verdict we should make allowances for you. You are unfamiliar with our view of things and of conduct What seems right to you may seem utterly wrong to us. I am not defending you, but 1 am not condemning you. I only ask you, next time you chat with a mil liner, not to hide her around here." This concluding remark of his, ac companied with a sunny smile, broke the tension, but Carolyn almost spoiled everything by saying: "It sounds reasonable enough, but how does it happen that Harry was so determined no one should go into that room?" "I haff no answer," the Count re plied. "I haff told as much as I should tell." "It looks to me as If he knew what you had done, and was trying to help you out," Carolyn declared. "It ill beseems me to offer advice in the house where I am a guest." said Mr. Medders, "but I might sug gest to thee that we ask Harry to tell us his side of this story later. It is unfortunate, truly, but I do not doubt that he will explain all to us. Daugh ter, we will remain here, as we planned, and now let us try to forget this unpleasantness, and make our selves welcome." "Thank you, Mr. Medders," Harry said. "1 can see that you and Lucy J still have a faint suspicion of me but I can clear that up readily enough." I ve got more than a faint one, Carolyn told him. Oh, well, I don't have to explain everything to you, sis," Harry said, easily. "But arguments are bad on an empty stomach. I happen to know that there's to be a pretty good din ner tonight, so we'll" all get ready and eat it" You vill excuse me," the Count said. "I must " "No, sir!" Harry said, heartily. want you to show the folks that you're not half as black as you have painted yourself." CHAPTER X. It was a quiet dinner they ate that evening. After much , persuasion, the Count had remained. But even his stumbling attempts at witty sallies brought few smiles. Harry had succeeded in quieting Carolyn's alarms, and she in turn had given her own version of matters to Lucy. And a long talk Harry had with Mr. Medders had helped. Harry would not tell Medders the Inside facts, but he told him that later he would make everything plain. At this time, he said, to disclose everything would be to tarnish a woman's name and Medders partly understood. The good old man was fond of Harry. And he had lived long enough to know that appearances were often deceitful. He was willing to give Harry the benefit of the doubt But It was a quiet dinner. After they had left the table Harry succeed ed in getting Lucy to come and talk with him in the reception room, and there he begged her to be patient un til he felt that the time had arrived for him to make a clean breast of everything to her. At last he coaxed back the smiles to her face, but only after giving his word of honor that so far as he was concerned, the presence of Daphne in his house was not a re flection upon him. ' Meanwhile the Count, endeavoring to keep his promise to get Harry out of the scrape, slipped out into the lawn, and by throwing pebbles against the window of the room where Mrs, Blazes was attracted her attention She opened the windows, and in an almost hysterical voice, begged him to get her out. "I vill, iff you only be quiet," the Count said. "Your husband chust vent in. I saw him ven I come out' "But what can I do?" she asked. "Trust me!" "I did," she sighed, "and lost my hat" "Yess, und I let you haff my ring, too, Bother your old ring! sne an swered. "I'll give It back to you. hate the sight of it!" "Giff it to me, den," the Count whis pered, eagerly. "I will," she hesitated, "when I get out of here." The Count swiftly disappeared from view as the front door opened and Harry and the Ueneral came down the steps. The General s arm was across Harry's shoulders. (TO BE CONTINUED.) GUILE OF DRONGO CUCKOO Protected by Its Resemblance to Pugnacious Shrike, It Lays Its Eggs Where It Pleases. A striking example of protective coloring in birds has just been added to the collection of the Brooklyn In stitute Museum in the form of a drongo shrike and a drongo cuckoo. The shrike is a bird of pugnacious disposition, especially at the nesting season, when It guards its nest with, for a small bird, great ferocity. Doug las Dewar, from whom this account Is taken, says that he has watched a pair of these litte birds attack and drive away a monkey which tried to climb into, the tree in which their nest was placed. Indeed, so able a fighter is the shrike that some other birds, notably orioles and doves, fre quently build their nests in the same tree in order to share the benefit of his prowess. The drongo cuckoo lays Its eggs in the nests of such birds as the king crow. These are pugnacious, even ferocious, and without some guile a cuckoo could not accomplish this feat But the drongo cuckoo is so like the drongo shrike, even having the same odd twist to its tail feathers, that the king crow is deceived by the resem blance and hesitates to give fight to what she takes to be one of the pug nacious shrikes. Ink Stains. I accidentally spilled a bottle of ink on a fine lunch cloth, and after using lemons, butter and vinegar could not remove the stain. I then tried perox ide of hydrogen, putting a ten-cent bottle into a pail of cold water, put in the lunch cloth, and let it boil until every trace of the stain was removed. This is a sure way of removing ink etains. Exchange. Where Evil Came In. Husband (meditating upon the bon net bill) God made woman, but the devil certainly makes the new styles. Judge. GOLDS BREED CATARRH Her Terrible Experience Shows How Peruna Should Be in Every Home to Prevent Golds. Mrs. C. S. Sa g e r s e r, 1311 Wood land Ave., Kansas City, Mo., writes: "I feel it a duty to you and to others that may be af flicted like myself, to speak for Peruna. "My trou b 1 e first came after la g ri p p e eight or nine years ago, a gath ering in my head and neuralgia. I Buffered most all the time. My nose, ears and eyes were badly Mrs C S. Sagerser affected for the last two years. I think from your description of internal catarrh that I must have had that also. I suffered very severely. "Nothing ever relieved me like Pe runa. It keeps me from taking cold. "With the exception of some deaf ness I am feeling perfectly cured. I am forty-six years old. "I feel that words are inadequate to express my praiso for Peruna." MADE CONVERT OF OLD SILAS Member of School Board May Have Had Deep Thoughts, but Anyway He Was Satisfied. The athletic young woman who taught the district school was on trial for soundly thrashing seven unruly boys. "You you think you can control tha situation, do do you?" inquired tha president of the school board, who stuttered. "I can," replied the young woman with considerable decision. "Well, I don't know about this," grinned Silas Weatherwax. "If my boy needs a lickin' I can give It to him myself. I don't believe in miscel laneous lickin's." The teacher smiled. "Neither do I," she said. "If thrash ings are to be administered I think it much better for one person to admin ister them. And after I have cleaned up the school I may decide to go out and clean up the township." A moment later when a vote of con fidence in the teacher 'was called for, the "aye" of Silas Weatherwax was the loudest of all. At the Dance. "Ah say, Miss Mandy, am you' pro gram full?" "Lordee, no, Mr. Lumley. It takes mo'an a san'wich an' two olives to fill mah program." To Be In the p Have some t Toasties with cream for breakfast. The rest of the day will take care of itself. 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