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The pirate of
By
RUPERT SARGENT
HOLLAND
Author of "The Count at Harvard," etc
Copytlsht, 100S. by J. D. Llupincott Company. All right reserved
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niAPTL'U XVI. -H'eiitimio.l.i
i lip limior nan well slm-knl. tlmiki to
C liari fon-vivlil. ninl wp innde n tno-t
exivllfiit supper of polled hum. hom-d
ohi.knii, i,j;t biscuit, nml ruffe... boiled it
II 1.1 1 il.'iric ril'im Ikhv. lull- aupp IT
wn i nig tiivpiirnl Hupum-em 11 tic I
niMilf tlio round of tin' houo, juittiii,' ii
tin si-p.it storm shutters with whirh I us
unll.v loin i.'il llio windows from tin
mtir giilrs, mid piling pucking-hox.-
ami extra-heavy furniture Bs.iiimt tlw
doors, no that they Iniilit 1.0 t-eii'ly to
withstand nny sudden iittmk. 1 wim sur
prised to Hnd liow mms r could iiuiko
the roltnso. It hnd been Imilt to weather
the roughest of olT-hhorc s.ilcs. but I
never t!ioiiRlit of it useful for it lis
u .
uou.ir in raw nr nnmk.liv hind. 1 wnit
very proud of it when wc barred tin hi ft
shutter.
Meanwhile Charles wns spreading 1 1n
tnhle, and Rodney, reclining upon n couch
is heenmc a wounded warrior, wa puf
fing contentedly nt the first cignrotU lie
bad hnd in three dnys.
"Little did I think, Si'ldnn," nid lie,
"when I Innrhed Willi yon tluit day, that
I'd he coming buck an n member of a
midnight garrison, defending n mysterious
gentleifMn in ft black clonk, who )nipprr
tip out of the sen. Not but what I cifjny
St." lie ndded, ns Ii!piiiccan looked bis
way; I haven t bud such a good tim
Since I went bear-hunt ine In Labrador
but I should like to know wlml's happen
ei to the market."
J primp I can smuggle CJinrlea
through the enemy's linen 0 the club ia
daj- or two," I answered.
Kotlney grunted. "Yon talk of a day
r two as though time were nothing. The
whole bottom might drop out in less than
n hour. However, I don't care so long
k supper a come.-'
We difiKMMi of a prodigious meal, and
when wa bail fiuixhed Duponecmi, exam
ined wim (treat, interest an armory of old
sword and other war-like liiHlriimenta
bat buns over the mantel-piece. Finally
lie unhooked two Ion and rusty blades,
compared them carefully, and. carrying
."in wim nun, went to the ma rs.
"You're not going to kill himV" I ex-
t prtainly not ; but possibly we ran
nd thin campaign to-night. I'omo with
Two mi ii. the di-sgrcrable cb.ip of onr
hrst mr-i'ijipg ii ti I ii not li'T Hurlv-fnced indi
vidual. Moot .,,:,.. t wi'iit y f t back of
Ln rl.a ra. 1 phired my revolver on the
w iiulow li'd -f.
"o, thin, nli it do .oi men want?"
1 lli'lliailllrll.
"We I'ou'l want (!ip lady ti (to 111," the
ilisil-r. ruble li,i . ini; ol)e re.Iied.
"Hues ,he lady want to'.'" I u-'ked.
".'!ii- doi's," said H.irliain, in n most d
lerniiiied tone of voire. ,
Ihi'll she shall. Midi bark the boll
Itivl.iey, I w bispereil. "Now if any one
c-ionsed to interfi le with her entering my
House, tie can reflerl that ben looking in
to a atraigbt aleel barrel."
I he door opened, and Larliara, her
head high, walked in. I shut the amnll
w indow and put the revolver in my pork
it. 'I here s n pretty inad looking pair
out there, I mini, "Welcome to the log
fjie.
Kodnpy and I followed him up to my
tudy, where our primmer was stretched
ut in the Morris chair. Diiponreau
flunif the two atvords on the center-table,
nd I could aee a quick look of alarm
flare tip In tho captive' cyea.
"I am about to propone," said Dipon
ean, "a happy aettlemont of all onr dilli
Iuatead of your band of aix or
itrlit outlaws fight ing my three comrade
and myaelf, what aay you if oii and I
tight it ont, you to withdraw your party
f I win, I to go with you if I h?
v."nie, mat aounda Tnir enough." He
loosed the bandage from the prisoner'
mouth. Tho wry smile reappeared."
"What do you take ue for? I'm no
fencer, and the pnrtie back f me
wouldn't atand for auch a game anyhow.
lliey want you taken quietly, delivered
up. nnd don't care what happen to any
umber of me."
Duponceau looken taken aback : he
thought over the man' word for a mo
nt, then turned to us. "You'll bear
'witneaa that I've done everything in my
Tower to settle Uiis affair with the loa
of nobody' blood but my own, and that
my offer wag refused."
Rodney and I agreed. "What shall we
do with liim?" I asked.
"Turn him loose,' aid Rodney. "ItV
he'tter to have all our eaemie on the
ime Bide of the house."
iHiponcenu waa of like mind, no we
took the man down -at airs, and, opening
the front door, sent him out into the
iilr.it. "I'll teU the chief about what you
offered," he said a he left, "and If he
say it' a go, we'll briag our best fencer
-ith a flag of truce. Rut yon ueedn't
"expect him, for from what I've heard the
hos won't riak no cliancn of losing you."
I closed the door, and double-bolted It.
Chariots had laid a lire and lighted it,
for we were all still wit.li our life on
board the Ship, and a 1 at retched out
comfortably before it I remembered the
old Knglish saying that a man' house is
lii castle, and wa determined that no
men In the pay of private Hchemem
liould enter mine without my full cen
eut. ciLvmcn xvii.
I wa dreaming of Uie nharn crackle of
musketry wheu I awoke to tlnd small
tone rattling against the shutter of
my study window. Duponceau had slept
in my lied became t lie guest of honor
and I had found lodging for the night
upon the divan that graced the den. I
went to the windktw, aud, cautiously peep
ing through a crack' opening in the shut
ters, looked for the stone-thrower. I
could see only the wiite Wp of the nearer
diimw, and a sky of cloud lees blue, the
white and blue aa perfect a erer painter
driwmed. Although 1 coul not see my
visitor, it waa evident that the oiieuinit
abutter wa visible, for a larger stone
tnulc the stiutter and fell on to the bal
cony. Curiously enough, it was wrapped
in a namikerrhiej, aud tie wainh I in
laniiv saw wa not a man nrnrv.
With this lure, I opeue! the slimier wide
end tepped ou to the' baliouy. Now be
low me I saw Barbara, d routed for rid
ing. the color in her cheek high from so
tminii canuonadiBg.
"OiskI uiorning," she called to me. "I
rode down to the Ship. biM found that
jou Had all flown, so I left niy horse in
the wood and cm. here. I thought you
must have gone "or the season, by the
looks of the house. May I come ln'
"You my," I cried, uiy hewrt bound
ing with new delight HI the Mweetuem of
lier voli. "I reiueiahcr a day when you
woiitdu t enter.
lou ferret, .Mr, Kelden. tliat that wa
when there whs pence in the Uud. Many
Ililht'H lllipoell in Klrgi-
.Many delightful thii;gs. W mtciite
Ji.i'i i 11 he down at the door."
1 huriiid dowii-K'.aira, hut before I
o i'.l ,! n the front door 1 hird l'.ar
I, jn' voiie crying, "Wait, wnit !"
Uuliif-y jmi.peij frohi his conHi and
Joined ia.. lie as well as I had slept in
t cVhe. "Whit is it, F.l.xV be
Hrl.d
"Mi. tlrahain lr. oulsids and v.arit to
io a' i". hit siie's jist called to me t
wa;t. l ii op.Ti the litUe tud window
tin.'
i iti'.d lit wluuvw UAt aud Ieokwd oat.
Rut Rnrrwra was not regarding me.
hy, Rodney,' she. exrlnimed. "what
has happened to your arm? They diV
shoot you. did they?" .She had caught
si;rlit of Ifoilne.vH arm in a slinr
lis i.olhiiit;. Rnrbarn." be Knid. beam
: only n srrntrh. I might hare been
polled by that badly shooling snipe,
Mie looked nt In in. her face all admi
ration. "It's like you to spenk liirhtlv,
but you've been in danger, and partly on
my nrcoiiiit. for you'd never ha?e laid
eyes on Monsieur Diipoucrau if it hada'C
been for nie."
I would have drifted ont of the reom If
I could, but I was caught between them
and the door.
Rodney smiled; I could imagine how
pleased lie must be feeling,
Neve had several scrap on the
Ship," he explained, "and when ear food
gave out we came up here.
lou poor dears!' she exclaimed, and
thia time I was iucluded in her word.
1 ve Iteen thinking of you every minute
or ine Just two days, and wanting to
come over to Join you. Well, I've stolen
awny at. Inst, for n morning ride, and now
l m going to stay here with you."
Stay here with us!" we both exclaim
ed in nmnxement.
I nt ii nfler breakfast. I'm going to
set your table, nnd jMiur your coffee, Rnd
fix your rooms, nnd show you in general
what a waiiinn can do in a house."
Wo bifth had hud visions of that al
ready, I fancy. I caught Rodney's eve
he smiled, and the colo rose to his face.
Wberes (diaries?" Rnrbara demanded.
I led her into the kitchen, where Charles
was busied, and Rodney and I sat on the
dresser tnnd watched while Rarhara roll
ed up her aleeves, pimiep a napkin over
her dress na an apron, nnd proceeded to
direct Charles aa to the cooking thing.
Kit her one of ua woufd have beicn su
premely happy if the other had not been
Ihere.
When the futile was act, and the break-
fiutt on its way from the kitchen to the
dining-rooin, liionivaii appeared, for
the lirst time free of the clonk he hnd
worn on the Ship, but still all In black
save for his gold chains, and still envel
oped in the: ij.-ciiu.vr air of mvsterv
which instinctively set lnm apart from all
ordinary beings. Rarbara curtsied to
him, and he raised her hand to his liiw
and kissed it with the grace of die old-
time sciiool.
"We are not quite forgotten by the out-
side world," he said, with almost a tinirn
of royally in his voice, "very far indeed
from forgotten, when so chu.-ining aa era'.-
sary Joins os.
Rarbnra lookod pleased ; I could see
that Huponwau waa still her paraxon of
romance.
Wili toii take the head of Uie table
monsieur.' slip asked, llo cnrefnllT Heat
ed her la-hind the coffee-urn, took his own
place, and Rodney and I siit at the sH.
It was tho lirst state breakfawt my eot
tuge had ever kuown.
Rarbara contrived that we shnnM .ti
forget UiaV we were ooopod tip Ua a log
house. She smiled at Rodney and at me
Impartially, aud listened attmitlvelT t
evirything Huponrenu said. Kven !harl
felt her lulluerice. 1 could sie him linger
in the doorway on the alert to Metre her.
1-ivakfast came to an end, nji Rnrliara
iusioti-d on banditjug Idslney' arm. I
think he waa sorry that she shmJd ti.n
how alisht the wmiml really wna, for h
ilomurred, though, with a look of grent
satisfaction; but he timidly consente4 to
roll u bin sleeve. I drew DMnnnu
away to uiy den, and the two wer left
alone fox a long half Ijmir. ' Monsieur
I'lerfe and 1 discus-l matter ef defense.
When we returned to tho liTing-nKini
LurtMia's face vyis ilu.shid. and Rodney'
ch-eka wej-e rMl. Hi arm wa wound
with a nor Unudur nd a little gnld pin
fastened It
"Will jou take me over to the houao?"
a-sl.nd ItarLara, jumping np; and sov it
wua my turu to gloat, for utie insiated on
poifiur mto erery uook and craojiy, 0a
liNvining how two aien let to tAelr own
devicoH lived, and aa improving what she
fEii(L I. who had oai.-e beea arrerve to
femltBne Inlunnce about a houae, irr
derea. Sje stralghtetttsl the plcturaa, r
arnanced the or-nfmntila and knick kuari,
and finally Urtrl in uimu my dntk.
"OU, Bleaav dun't tench that!" I ev
claimed. , , ,
She sloped and looked at me. "Rod
ney ,-t ,ue tix hi arm when he didn't
want to, and you- "
' TIiwh.- do," I said, motioning toward
Ihe narMrs, aud she pl,d Uiem in litUe
pib, unite ragardlnsH uf .t the were
nbout.
"Now I've ben horrid ejiough." ah
aid whaa ahe'J l!nihed. "I dare y uea
re better off living aloiie. Think how
angry yoiAl be rf a woman ah uld do that
every day."
"ITixt depends uji die woman. I Mil4
imagine "
"1 alway told you yu rn imagina
'. aiia lirillio In "TI..
should kee la totica hla Ur" aba
a (J. led.
"Ami that a writer shaJd wrh."
"Then why did yon (rlre R r
t k ar -
I'uponrenu," i answern. Oor eye
mer. and we both langhnd.
There was a brief aileare. and fha she
rose. "I have a f.eliog that te crisis is
coming. Remember that I triu't y ro
shield my pirate. I must f taxdi U the
cum."
Ae went down-fttnlr, and Rarbara
made her odieut.
"I'll go with you to yonr harse,"
Rodney.
"I shall lie delighted to re." I cut la at
uie same moment.
"I nm not so valuable a nil aa roti"
Rodney explained, "in ease they ihonld cut
us on.
Itnrlmra looked from one to the other
or ns. Rodney " he began.
I bowed. "I yield." He was the older
friend, nnd, much as I feared him, I could
but ndmit that he was entitled to the
privilege.
Islip smiled with nleaure. "Thank
you, he snid.
"Rodney must not go." she finished.
If. was my turn to start for the door
Nor must you," nlie continued ta nm. "1
am min-h safer alone than with either of
you.
The matter wa settled; we could only
hold the door lien, and let hi-r pnss out.
We watched her aa she went down the.
bearh. Once the turned and waved he
riding-crop in farewell. If was cruel tbn
we should be penned np within four walls:
when the world wa crying aloud for joy,
f f the day, and she was going out to it.
We turned back ill at east toward each,
other, and just then a hullet ploughed into,
the house ta the right f us. We jumpesj
in, slammed the door, and bolted it.
There was a cry from CaarW "Thy'r
coming up the balcony!"
(To be continued.)
woman yui
probably be a
tiye, ana broke In
'onld imagine would
nniph,"
s''ea," I asrfl,d; "s'.ie i."
"And itympUa are proverbially -Juumvi
ere t urea."
"ee, ao I've heard."
"So she might slip away from you with
out a momsnt's notion."
She aat dona In my big deak-chalr.
"1W Rjidoey." she glied. "It aeeuw
a if he were sacrificing a greiat oeaj.
Think of hi ssnck ajl Umda."
"Via." I agr-l. moment later I
added, "I haven't wYitteu a liui- for ever
-o uiany daa."
"Aud it' so ftni'ortoat ttat a broke
WHO DID ITf
Rook Writing, la WMB,V CTa a
Itr Mntcrr.
The rock writings in Wyoming hava
again been brought into notice by tha
worn or I'rof. Harlan L. Smith, of the
Now York Museum of Natural HI
tory, accompllahftd last summer. He
made some most Interesting discoYef
108 or rock markings and pictures,
vvuo carvea the rocks? what
nco of men traveled through the wa
terless deserts of Wyoming to in
scribe these stones with pictures and
writings which puzzle the brains of
tlw greatest experts of onr day? It is
certain that these markings were not
made by wliife men, for they are
around and about the extensiysj quar
rles from w'j'oh some primitive sav-
ages obtained their arrow heads and
ax beads, as was proved by the debris
and fragments found by Prof. Smith.
Nor can anyone read tho markings
ana oi'tatn any actual meaning from
them. Do those arrows and straight
marks indicate the locatton of water.
or the best places over which to drive
buffaloes er antelope that they may
be killed by the fall? Or are they
written In some primitive elgi Ian
guape of tli one ancleat cave men.
conveying important information to
tho who were able to read them?
Tl5 drawings are rude, but it la
certafn that the pains necessary to
carve them would not have been
taken were it not that they conveyed
Important inforraatloB to those fer
whom they were Intended.
Prof. Smith loft Lusk, Wyo.. with
an experienced cowboy aa his guide.
They went in a wagon, carrying water
with them. From Newcastle, on the
western edge of the niack Hills, they
went northward nomo miles, and
found in Oil Creek Canyon a cava
welling, breastwork and cave man
pictures and writing. Continuing
south westward, they reached the can
yons of Gragy Woman and Muddv.
where eaves formerly occupied by the
cave dwellers were found. Thence
they made their way past the ITole in
the Wall country, and over the divide
to Casper.
The greatest discovery was that of
large quarry, from which the rave
men obtained stone for arrow heads,
spear heads, knives, scrapers, rtrills
and other tools and ntenslls. It co-
" buiiio rive acres, and all over the
quarries were the battered pch
hies which had been used as ham
mers for ehlpplng the rocks. It was
plain that, these quarries had been
used before the advent of the white
man, for there were no glass beads,
iron arrow points or other lata remains.
The petroglrphs and Dictographs
resemble closely those found neat
Hammond, in southern Wyoming,
showing some relationship ef com
mon Influence at work upon all these
people. Some ef the pictures show
what imut have been eeremonwd
shields, or rollctoiifl inscriptions for
mey axe otherwise inexplicable. Some
of them are In black, some are col
ored red and some are drab. The last
color la the first of this kind erer
round. The usual color ot thane io-
tographs Is red.
There la nothing here to show that
the hone was known te these rave
meti, to they were probably very an
cient, But some hold that it weal
have been practically Impossible for
theee regions to have been lnhtUH
or vU1tr4 without the aid ef hoTs,
for fnttffs determination.
-- Srril r.rr..
THE HORIZOff JlND THE WOOD.
There, through the closing gatr of Day,
The sunset iwms to drift away
In pallid gold end dream-like red,
With thin gray cloud lines overhead.
At the dim margin of the blue
Venus 1h irrrnbllns into view.
Pulsing with timid, silvery light
The first gem on tho breast of Night.
Here, In tho wood, nil birds nre still,
Pave the sad henrled wM; poorwiil,
invoking through Insistent song
Itoluctcnt v nurture for some w rong.
Above the fr-fl.'s flfiil spark
An owl sits bioo iii g in the thirk
Silent, kcncalh his feathered hood-
A stmil-er wizard oi I he wood.
A HAPPY SOLUTION
.Oi.
Per f no Ceaad,.
A physician wiw suanmotMd te a
very aJck man, who wm vsry aaoih
pruxi-ujded wIVh troubles of hie own.
On arriving at the sick nan's Wd, &c
said to his wife:
"Your husband Is tn (tie last thtot.
Kvery movement shows that the end
U nenrlng."
At this moaannt the sick anas' head
fell ower the pillow, when the doctor
said: "The end has rows, your fiiis
latnd la dead."
In a shrill, thia voice tho skk man
as id:
"Tein't so. Maria."
At one the wife laid her haaa on
hii h(-l and remarked: "Don't dis
turb yourself, Rufu the doctor knows
l4t.M Harper's Monthly.
Owing to the carelty of whaJen, the
whtllug Industry is lying oua, Only
!!) are bow caught eacn eat.
Of the wirld's population there are
rxty four to tb anllUon who are
blind.
Ireno Desborough's fare fell.
"Not a boarding home, Frank?"
'Tea, why not?"
"Hut we've always gone Into apart
ments before."
That's no reason why we shouldn't
have a change this time." '
"Think how free and easy one can
be In lodgings."
So you can In this boarding house
at Seabourne, I'm sure, Irena. Snell,
who has sto)pd theie tv.i;?. tells me
that It's a regular 'homo fi&ni ho:ne.' "
Thus the Iesboroijgh3, brcihr.r and
sister conversed towards the middle of
July. And Frank Desbot oi ;;h g it 1;U
way,1 spoilt youngei" brothi.'.a u.-'.iaily
do. Oti the first of Atii;::: t t!:ey found
themselves two In the . o;.v:any of
(Iwsnty-four stopping at tlx Cieuent
Boarding House, Seabonrne.
At the first meal Irene looked
around with foreboding; her tvorut
fears were realized. The stati.ly i!ow
agers that form the chief clientele of
the Crescent for eleven Months out
of the year, had for this one holiday
month nil fled, and youth and beauty
were In possession. The stately iio.v-
agers (average age sixty) would have
been such Bate company for Irene, but
this gay crowd ail! danger lurked
lu every girlish laugh, g't-amed in each
flashing eye. Ah! If Irene only had
had the strength of mind to Insist on
dull, decorous apartments.
You have guessed the situation; let
a few words be said In excuse for
Irene's selfish conduct. The Desbor-
oughs were orphans, and had no near
relations for whom they particularly
cared. The sun of Irene'j sky, the
pride of Irene's heart was her brother
Prank. She clung to him and looked
up to him in everything. She wished
to kep him to herself; he must never
marry, because there wal no girl In
the world worthy of being his wife.
Frank wus not good looking, but
then, of course, it is a delusion (chief
ly peculiar to lady novelists) that
slrls like good-looking men. He had
highly agreeable manners, and was of
a most genial disposition, and the com
pany at the Crescent soon gave him
their fullest admiration.
"A delightful man, your brother!"
Aid a pretty, fair-haired girl, Mabel
Patton by name, to Irene., He had
Just been singing "Sonp.i of Araby"
the most dangerous Bong in his reper
toire, for every girl in the room
thought It was sung for her.
Whenever a chance subsequently oc-
curred, Irene glared at that fair-haired
girl. She did not offer her the mus
tard at table, and made her ask twice
for the salt. Hut it seemed no good;
the fates were against her. Resist as
she nilgnt, Ireno felt the horrible drift
Of circumstances. Those two were
growing Intimate with appalling rapid
ity. Last night Miss Patton and Frank
hud been drawn partners at a whist
drive, and now they were out there on
the lawn playing singles at tennis.
"Thirty, love!" sang out Frank
across the net; and Irene went writh
ing to her room, to have a good cry.
It was only a score In tennis, but des
tiny she felt sure was scoring oft her,
too.
Suddenly, In the secrecy of her own
room, Irene's eyes brightened; a
wicked llttlo senile played around her
lips. She hud thought of a scheme
such a Blmple scheme for saving her
brother from the falr-halred girl, and
possibly preserving him Intact for sev
eral years tq come. The simplicity of
the scheme seemed to guarantee Its
success. One sentence of a few words,
nd Miss Maliel Patton, now In Irene's
eyes a bold adventuress, would be
choked off forever.
It was In the drawing-room after
drnner. The men hnd not yet drifted
up from the smoking-room, so the
ladles were exclusively In possession.
Irene, a large volumo under her arm
and her best smile on her face, crossed
over to Miss Patton's side.
"Would you like to see this book of
photographs my brother has taken?"
Mabel Patton expressed delighted ac
qtileeeence. She had no suspicion of
Ue pKt in hand.
.wa ilt Photographic amateur's
jsl collection, consisting of odds and
iubj of people and places, principally
gntliered on Frank Desborough's holi
days. Irene made the usual explana
tion, uud Mabel the usual appreciative
remarks. When boredom seemed at
hand, Irene slid her hand ubruptly
over tlie photo of u girl.
"Now, Miss Patton, I've a good mind
to make you guess who this Is."
"Oh, please don't. I'm no good nt
conund ruins."
"I wonder if you know my brother
Oiiftti tt'ntly well to bv able to picture
his Ikiiut-e?"
"Mis Desborou;;!!, you don't
IlK'Ull "
Irene nodded, sdowly taking away
her hand from tho photograph. With
color unmistakably heightened, Mabel
Putton looki-d closely at tho Uaeness
revealed.
It was nn Imperfectly developed
photograph of a distant couslu of the
Destxiroughs, named Ad i Seymour, for
whom Frank, needless to nay, did not
care tw,i draws, whom indeed he had
ot setu for thiea or four years, and
"Ul "liy t see again, as the
lammes liar quarreled. Its effect on
.vii is i atton was somewhat surprising;
sue Hiariea.
"I er seem to know this face."
"What!" ejaculated Irene, trembling
"Oli. no, I must have made a mis-
lane. It Is like some one I know,
though. Well, It's nn interesting face.'
min i nope stie and your brother will
do happy together."
And Mabrl casually turned the page.
J rone breathed again. When Frank
came In with two other gentlemen
nnd Miss Patton backed hurriedly out
oi i ,ie room, she could hardly conceal
an i.ir of triumph.
Dut that triumph would have been
shortlived had sho been able to over
look he letter that Mabel Patton had
stolen out of the room to write. This
was It:
"Dear Ada I think you're pcrfectlv
horrid. Fancy keeping the news of
your engagement a secret from me,
whom you call your friend. I was
getting on so well with Frank Des
boiough. and now I hear that he Is en
gaged to you. I'm not going to offer
you the ptmillest congratulation until
you wrlta and give me a satisfactory
explanation. Your disappointed friend,
"MABUL PATTON."
The envelope waa nddressed to "Miss
Ada Seymour."
II.
A week later, Irene Desborough sat
thinkin.'? on the beach at Seabourne.
She v as thinking about her brother.
It waa evident that Frank was not
happy. He had developed an extraor
dinary taste for long, solitary walks,
from which he returned moodier than
when he started out. At meals his
only appetite seemed to be for Mabel
Patton. whose face he devoured hun
grily, though without much satisfac
tion, for she hardly cent a look In his
lirectlon.
Yes, Irene's plot, helped by the fact
mat Ada Seymour was away from
home and could not at once reply to
Miss Patton's letter, seemed to be emi
nently successful, and yet she was not
WOULD YOU LIKE TO SKE THIS BOOK?"
satisfied. Suppose heaven really in
tended those two to be mates for life,
and she by her arbitrary conduct had
separated them! She genuluely cared
for Frank, and It was horrid to see
him go about with that look of blank
misery on his face, as if life were not
worth living.
Another cause contributed to Irene's
sense of dissatisfaction. For the first
time In her life she was interested in
a person of the opnoslto sex who was
not a relation. Only a mild form of
interest, of course, for Cecil Lonsdale
was one of those quiet, studious, in
tellectual, spectacled young men to
whom no suspicion of sentiment can
possibly attach. He had asked her for
three dances last night, and had hov
ered In her vicinity all the evening.
"Excuse me, Miss Desborough, but
are you aware that the tide is coming
In very fast?"
She sprang up to confront the last
object of her thoughts.
"I really wasn't tlWuklng about it,
Mr. Lonsdale."
"Well, you should. We shall be cut
off by the sea If we're not very qolt k
In going back."
She looked around and buw that he
was speaking the truth. They sarted
walking briskly In the direction of
Seabourne.
"How did you come to see me?"
"I whs walking along the cliff."
"And you scrambled down from that
height?"
"In some' fashion. Hut an ascent Is
out of the question; the soli Is too
light and gives under one's feet. Come,
w e must hurry."
They sped ahuig. It was a question
of rounding one point that Jutted out
into the sea; beyond the toast line re
ceded, und they would be safe. Hut
the tide at that point was already up
to tho cliff und was deepening every
moment. Cecil Lonsdale measured tho
depth with his eye.
"1 don't think it is more than above
my knees. Let me' curry you."
"Oh, please let me try myself."
"You simply can't do It in skirts;
the current U pi titty stroug at this
point No, I Insist. There's no great
danger If we re quick."
She assented, for her knees were
trembling under her, and fright seemed
to have taken away all powers of
progress. Ho was strong-far stronger
than you would suppose from his ap-pearanre-r-aiid
his air of confidence
was very reassuring.
He walked several yards with his
burden, and all seemed well when an
unseen, slimy rock proved his undoing,
He stumbled and fell. Hefore she
could properly realize what had hap
pened. Irene was under the water. Hut
he still kept her tightly in his arms.
She came to the surface, choking with
the water, and beating her arms wild
fr ,n, ,. ... . . .
rveep sun, sue nearu mm cry,
and then she knew no more. The
face above her vanished into mist
She had fainted.
iiene was lying on the sofa, still
weak, from the shock and exposure.
out radiant with new-found happiness,
no could have dreamed that a Jour
ney so perilous would have this Joyful
termination?
Radiantly happy for herself, but. oh.
perrecuy wretched on Frank's account!
nuw was sne to break the news to
nim7 How tell so devoted a brother
that this wonderful thing had han-
peuea, entailing their comlna: senara
tion? Frank, the dear fellow, whose
budding romance she had slain hv her
aeceitrui conduct! Ah! but she did
not know then what love was.
The door quietly opened.
"Resting, Irene?"
It was Mabel Patton. addressing h.r
by her Christian name. Ralslne her-
sen on ner elbows, she uttered a sur
prised "Yes!"
'I must call you Irene now because
we're to be sisters. I'm going to take
frank away from you."
'Marry him?"
Yes, but I do feel horrible about it
Out of love for him you did your best
to keep him by telling me he wa3 en
gaged, didn't you?"
Then you know? Whatever does
Frank think of me?"
He doesn't know; he need never
know. My friend and your cousin.
Ada Seymour, has given away the
plot, but fortunately only to me. I
had a most indignant letter from her
this morning repudiating everything;
there, you can read It for yourself.
Perhaps that letter changed my face
to Frank entirely. Anyhow, he came
up to me a little while ago and asked
me to be his wife. Some things must
be, you know, and this seemed one of
them. But, poor girl, your loss will
be awful."
Irene sat up. She had forgotten all
her weakness.
Mabel, forgive my meanness. It
was done for love of him, I really be
lieve, but that shouldn't excuse It. And
your news has relieved me Immensely."
i m giaa. nut how?"
Why, I'm going to marry Mr. Lons-
dale, so you can have the whole of
Frank from this time forlh and ever
more. Now, isn't that the happiest so
lution Imaginable?" Philadelphia
Telegraph.
Clnsnlfleo. .
Whet kind ef-people are the re
Bned or common ?"
"Well, I'll tell yon. They had wed
ding anniversary lnt week, sod ht
gave her a crsyon portrait of hUmself,
and he gave him a mustache cop."-
Cleveland Iender.
Trial vf a ( aa,M-roO.
Mia Mayme (on vacation) O, auntie,
it's anch a luxury to have nothing to da
but Just hill in a hammock with my prei
cious Shelley er even the "Vicar of Wake
field I"
Elderly Relative Child, if I hoar of
any mora such scnnuaMis doing I shall
Write to your mother ! Chicjigo Tribune.'
Mi 1
FASHION HINTS
W (e
iHVVi
Organdie and lawns are shown in luch
pretty robe design, both simple and elab
orate. The one sketched here is quite
plain, and just the thing for morning wear.
Belt and sash are of the material. The
waist is finished with "German Val", of
a good strong pattern that stands " tub
bing " well.
VIENNA'S PLAQUE OF PIGEONS.
SHOPPING.
Mr. May, large, fat, cheerful, had
been shopping with his wife. They
had spent the better part of a day at
it, and reached the station just In
time to catch the five-forty train home,
in the car Mrs. May found a friend,
with whom she began to converse ear
nestly, leaving Mr. May to the friend's
husband. He, too, had been shopping,
aa his armful of bundles testified.
"Don't you hate it?" he said to Mr.
May.
. "Hate what?" asked May, Innocent
ly, wlith no apparent worry on his
face.
"Hate this shopping, I mean. Hut
there's no reason why you should;
you haven't been buying anything at
all. I can't see," he looked his com
panion over, "that you have a single
package. You haven't been shop
ping." Mr. May threw back his head and
laughed. "My dear Tom," he said,
"Mabel and I started in at 11 o'clock.
We went to three furnishing stores,
five department stores, and one gro
cery shop I know because I counted
'em. Three and live and one makes
nine, doesn't It? Yes, I guess that's
right.
"We had lunch at the fourth depart
ment store, if you can call a chicken
sandwich the size of your watch a
lunch. We talked to forty-one sales
girls, one of whom was a man I
counted those, too. And now you sav
I haven't been shopping!"
"All I can say Is," remarked the oth
er, smiling, "that you weren't made
Into a packnimal the way I was. Per
haps you had the stuff sent home?"
"Not a bit of it!" exclaimed Mr.
May. "I've got it with me. Here It
Is."
He dived Into one coat pocket, then
another, and finding nothing there,
struggled his way Into his trousers
pocket. Finally, on the left side, he
got hold of what he wanted. A pull,
and he had Jerked forth a dlmluutlve
package, which he held up for Cooper
to examine.
"There you are!" he said. "Nine
stores nnd forty-one clerks, and this its
a result!"
"What Is it?" asked tho other.
"A box of celluloid hairpins for the
cook."
Mean of Ridding; City of Bird Do-
come a Municipal Problem.
Vienna Is suffering from too many
pigeons, and the authorities are at a
loss to know what to do to mitigate
the nuisance. The birds, which num
ber some thousands, have a privileged
existence; no body molests them In
nny way, so that they flourish and la-
crease rapidly.
Recently so many complaints have
j been received from house owners of
J the dirty condition of the facades of
j buildings caused by the pigeons, that
the Vienna magistracy decided some
; thing must be done to reduce the num
ber. In their perplexity the magis
tracy appealed to the Vienna Society
for the Protection of Animals to aid
them In a legal slaughter of the of
fending birds, always having regard,
however, to the provisions of the new
birds protection law.
The society answered that It would
be hardly consistent with the princi
ples of friendliness toward animals to
engage In a massacre of pigeons and
therefore they must reject the official
appeal.
The magistracy are now wrestling
with the problem alone. Perhaps the
unemployed of Vienna might help
them.
eeaaed ta AntUm Memorise.
Tommy Paw, what is three card
mo rite?
Mr. Tucker If the most diabolical,
infernal awindle that ever anybody er
r0 it's some sort of gambling game
with cards, I believe, Tommy. Chica
go Tribune.
WON'T MIX.
.No One lii Han II.
The ngent hnd dwelt eloquently and
at si me length upon the superior
merits of the heater he was trying to
Introduce into the homes of 1'ay
mouth; but the woman at the door
had looked thoughtfully Into the dls
tutue, nway from his compelling eyes,
as she listened.
"Why," said the agent, ut last, "a
child could run that heater."
"We have no children," said the
woman, conclusively, as she shut the
tloor and locked It.
We believe the old war between
man nud women rows fiercer ever
J't'iir.
Rnd Food and Good Health Won't
Mix.
The human stomach stands much
abuse, but It won't return good health
if you give It bad food.
If you feed right you will feel right,
for proper food and a good mind is
the sure road to health.
"A year ago I became much alarmed
nbout my health, tor I began to suffer
after each meal no matter how little I
ate," says a Denver woman.
"I lost my appetite and the very
thought of food grew distasteful, with
the result that I was not nourished
and got weak and thin.
"My, Jionae cares were very heavy,
for besreo a large family of my own I
have also to look out for an aged
mother. There was no one to shoul
der' my household burdens, and come
what might 1 must bear them, and
this thought nearly drove me frarjtio
when I realiied that my health was
breaking down.
"I read an article in the paper
arioiit some oue with trouble Just like
mine being curod on Grape-Nuts food
and acting eu this suggestion I gave
OrapeNuta a trial. The lirst dish of
this delicious food proved that I had
Biruck the right thing.
"My uncomfortable feelings in stom
ach and brain disappeared ua If by
magic and In an incredibly short space
of time I was again myself. Since
then I have gained 12 pounds In
weight through a summer of hard
work and realize I am a very dlffir
ent woman, all dUB to the splendid
food, Grape-Nuts."
"There's a Reason." Trial will
prove. Rtad the famous little book
"The Road to Wellville," In pkgs. '
Cver read the above letter? A
new one appears from time to time
They are genuine, true, and full of
human Interest,