THE CHARITY GBRLJ
X By EFFIE A. ROWLANDS I
chapter sxvn.
Jack had gona. II had waited on at
-fee little cottars a weary week after that
trening when Jean had crept down and
p jrently ai possible had told him of
jaadrey's strange aversion to seeing him.
"It is only a whim," Jean said, hur
irdly; Ve must humor her."
i That same night It waa, when they
trere fitting alone in the tiny dining
sfeeoni, that Jack suddenly poured out the
1 irhole miserable atory Into Jean's ears ;
) the atory of that bnll ; of how he had
n hoaxed Into driving over to see Mr.
ison, who had never sent for him ; of
fSl the horrible things he had heard about
Audrey; and, lastly, of how he had rome
. spoa her In the summer house, with Bev
erley Rochfort at her feet k!sinj her
stands.
I 'Tot yourself in my pla-e. nnd jn 1,?e
I judged. Do not view things as they
Are now, or you will be hnr.l'r upon me
than I deserve," he s.iiil. as he leaned
weary, aching .brow on his hand.
"I will not be hard upon you nt all,
fjord John," Jean said, very gently; "for
E think I should have been misled as you
Hrere by such apparently strong circum
stantial evidence. I nm glad you hnve
fnpoken out to me, and I only wish Au
Mrey had done the same, for then we
flight have arrived at the truth."
"What is it you mean?" Jack askcJ.
looking up at her, eagerly.
"I mean that I now am convinced that
gillie is right, and that there wbs some
Cot connived against you both at that
ill. I have no definite proof, only a
Roman's intuition to work upon, but that
II oe enough, mis must lie siirea,
rd John, sifted to the very dregs. I
e you both," she continued, tears dim-
inn her eyes. "You have been more
n good to me, and now that Audrey s
other is gone I feel I must be friend,
:er and mother in one. You will see
at I am right, and that you and my
r one were both the victims of some
-Conspiracy. On the face of It the whole
frifair la absurd. Don't you love ecch
-tier better than all the world? I shall
finite to Willie and tell him all my
-Vwbts."
I And the result of that letter was to
Cit Willie Fullerton on the trnck of
nrray, whom Jean seemed convinced
-should throw some light on the subject.
A week had gone, and Audrey was
-fyonderfully better; It was her first real
-ay of convalescence, and Jean was sit
ming with her, reading. Downstair Jack
-jfraa trying to comfort himself, when sud
denly a familiar voice accented him, and
mm found himself shaking hands with
Marshall. Marshnll, grown older, and
looking very wan in her simple black for
rer beloved mistress. It somehow com
rted Jack to see her ; she seemed to
'vring back a little of the aweet Influence
'Bit had surrounded Constance Eraser.
Bhe had come direct from seeing Mr.
Vnllerton, who had briefly told her all,
.nd she now asked to see Audrey at once.
"Let me nurse her, my lord." she en-
ted ; "her, my dear's own child. Will
a go op and tell her I'm here, my lord?
erhaps I'd best not go straight without
Jlng."
Jack's face flushed; he hesitated; then
fee rose and went out of th room, lie
iiuld not bring himself tn tell Marshall
e waa forbidden his wife's presence.
.'; ITe went steadily upstairs und stood
-utaide the door. The handle w:is tnrn-
4td, and from within came tho sound of a
taint, low voice. He meant to hnve call
M Jean, but the souuc of that voice
topped him.
I It was Audrey speaking. His heart
t violently, then turned as cold tin
a In his breast. Mio was speaking of
m, but how bitterly 1 Each word soein-
to go through him like a knife. Jean
d been pleading his cause, but he only
ard Audrey a answer.
I refuse to see bim, Jean; I refuse to
ipear ms name mentioned again. es,
L know you think me a foolish
lid, a fretful invalid; but I am more
n this. I may not be very old in
re, but I have suffered aa much as
y woman of fifty. Do you forget all
wrote In that awful letter? Oh, Jean I
salt ! Tou don't know how his words
.re struck home ! He says I have
nged him I, who who who
er voice grew cnoked tor a moment.
t she soon mastered her emotion. "No,
'an; there can be no friendship or klnd-
feellng between us. As h has judged
e, so let me live; my pride and my
nor will support me without him. I
I trust I ahall never see him again ; I
all be happier when I know he la far
way. lie said be was going on a tour
f the worjd. Why does he not start?
y doea he add to his former cruelty
staying here"
Audrey, you are unjust, you are on
e yourseii; you judge your husband
lost cruelly. If you could only know
be has suffered
Audrey broke in with a Lard, bitter
Saugh.
"I see he haa won your heart, Jean
flrVoll, we will say no more, except that I
m firm, and that if Lord John has any
arlde left he will not force himself upon
aa, but go at once.
' But Jack heard no more ; be did not
know that the hard, contemptuous tone
suddenly broke with a little gasplug sob :
B did not see the thin, small hands cover
tt white, lovely face; he did not know
that Jean had slipped from ber chair
sand waa holding Audrey's weeping form
eoaapea in oer arms, ao, ne kuew none
f this, for he had gone straight down
stairs, he had picked up bia hat and ul
.arter, and opening the door, he had walk
-d out into the wind and rin, looking
t either to the right nor the left, turning
Is back deliberately on all that he held
AUarest in life.
Before the dawn was broken Willie
IfuIlerUm bad followed Jack Glendur
wood up to town, but though he searched
isrery club, chamber or well-kuown hauut,
. me nowhere found the man be sought, and
When be awoke from a well-earned night's
Vest, it was to read a telegrum from Mr.
JBampson; , stating he bad received one
from Jack, who had sailed tho evening
before from Soutbanipton in the Minosta
or, Australia, and might be absent for
wears, perhaps forever. So after all,
Sheila had been partially successful, for
Stto bad separated this man and wife.
It was deputed to Jean to tell Audrey
fhat her husband was gone, but she let
'two days elapse before she broached the
-subject of his name. The fit of weeping
Jud doae good rather than harm.
"If only we had him here now, all
would be as rlubt as nlnepenoe," the
-Soctor had said t? Jean on the morrow
fallowing Jack's hurried departure.
"But he Is not here, and ha will not
stKoe, so we must think ot what will be
under the circumstances.
Tfcs young doctor had a took of wans
'ratiea tor Jean. Wast aourage.
termination and common sense she pos
sessed, and withal how largo a heart 1
Certainly Willie Fullerton was to be en
vied t
I am afraid she will fret when ahe la
told all," Jean added, thoughtfully : "still
it is best all should be known. I shall
keep nothing from her, either now or in
the future," and so, when at last ahe
spoke of Jack's departure, Jesn very
gently but thoroughly put all the facts
before Audrey that Mr. Fullerton had
managed to glean about the masked bail
and its miserable rismts. She was shown
Murray's confession, signed and attested
by Sheila Frnset. She was given nil the
Information there was to give, and then
Joan very sensibly, and with more than
ordinary tact, went softly away, and left
her alone to fight the battle out by her-
lf.
When they met again there were tear
stnins on the girl's white face, but she
was wonderfully unlet.
"Will you send for Jack's mother.
please, Jean, and ask her to come home?
Now now I am alone I should like her
advice. It is only right and proper as
his wife I should consult his mother."
Ten days later news enme to Mount-
berry that Crnlglnnds was preparing to
receive her grace of Harborough, who
was returning with her son, Ixird Iverne,
and her daughter-in-law, Lady John Glen-
durwood, and, as may be supposed, the
village wna greatly exercised In its mind
over this intelligence, having had Its
curiosity whetted considerably by the
vague and unsatisfactory rumors that had
been circulated about the same said Lady
John.
Dinglewood House was shut up, and It
waa understood vaguely that Miss Fraser
was visiting, though where no one exact
ly knew. It wna generally voted annoy
ing that Sheila should have been absent
just now. She could have thrown light
on a good deal of what wjis perplexing,
and have, moreover, given the real ac
count of what land happened at the ball ;
whether It waa true that Lady John had
flirted and behaved so abominably, or
whether Dr. and Mrs. Thorngate were
correct in saying that somebody had Imi
tated nv ladyship s domino, and cleverly
tricked the whole room of guests into
Imagining that it was Lady John who so
thoroughly disgraced herself and her hus
band's name. Then Sheila, too, could
have given the exnet history as to what
had occurred between Lord John and his
wife, and what was the meaning of all
the extraordinary rumors that bad been
circulated.
But Sheila was not on hand to be
questioned, and, In default of encourage
ment, It was really wonderful how soon
the excitement and curiosity began to
die away and how readily everybody grew
to consider Audrey as having been most
Injured by the trick that had been so
wantonly ployed upon her. In fact, by
the time Christmas was due. Lady Joho
and her doings were a theme too old to
be mentioned anywhere, and the affairs
at Craiglands would have been passed
over as almost Indifferent and uninterest
ing, but that, just aa the joybella were
proclaiming the birth of a new Christ-
child, the Icy fingers of the death angel
were In id upon tho ueart of Duncan, Mar
quis of Iverne, and he was taken front
his bed of suffering to a reign of peace
and rest.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
It was a week since they had carried
away ell that remained of the once hand
some, merry young Lord Iverne and
buried him with pomp and solemnity In
tha Harborough vault. A telegram hnd
winged Its flight across the ocean to Mel
bourne, from whence Mr. Sampson had
received a curt announcement of John
Glendurwood's sate 'arrival a telegram
briefly giving tbe sad news of one broth
er's death to another, but no answer had
been vouchsafed, and the lawyer could
not but entertain strong doubts as to
whether the new Marquis of Iverne waa
gone still further on his travels, and so
their message was unread.
Craiglands was very sad In those days.
The duchess seemed to break down alto
gether after ber son's death. Yet, despite
all this, ahe was gentle and kind to Au
drey beyond description ; she could not
have given the girl more love if ahe had
been ber own child. They were quiet
daya, and peaceful, and Audrey found
many little duties to perform which help
ed to make the hours fly. She was very
pale and delicate, but she refused to al
low Jean to consider her an invalid, and
was never weary of flitting about the
duchess, eager to do all and anything In
ber power to alleviate tne sorrow which
was oppressing tbe mother's heart. The
only distraction waa Willie Fullerton's
weekly visits, when his breesy, happy
manner seemed to change the very atmos
phere. Snow had fallen heavily and It lay on
the ground during the whole month of
January and onward. Despite this, how
ever, Audrey would persist in going out
as much as possible.
"It does me good," she said to Jean,
who was fearful of every cold wind that
blew on her darling. "I must to. Jean.
I I feel sometimes as it I should go
mad In the house!"
She had this restless feeling on her one
afternoon toward the middle of February,
I shall walk Into Mountberry. I want
to see Mrs. Thorngate do you mind,
dearest?" she asked tbe duchess, who sat.
half dosing, half dreaming, by the fire.
Take care of yourself, Audrey. Put
on stout boots ! This snow is so pene
trating!"
Audrey walked briskly over the snow,
a slender, graceful figure in her heavy.
black garments, ber lovely face lovelier
than ever lu iis somber setting. She
was warmly greeted by Dr. Thorngate,
who was just leaving the vicarage aa ahe
arrived. Audrey thought he laoked worn
and troubled.
"My wife will be rejoiced to see yon,'
he said, aud bis gaze followed the girlish
form In on affection that wa deepened
only by admiration and respect.
Mrs. Thorngate waa troubled, too, and
though she welcomed Lady Iverne with
all her old love, she was not herself
Audrey felt pained and full of sympathy
"I am sure you would rather I did not
stay, dear Mrs. Thorngate," she said
simply, rising and drawing on her wrspa
again. "You have something on your
mind, and will be better aloue."
Mra. Thorngate's answer was to burst
into tears.
"My heart la broken!" she sobbed
"Oh, Beverley, my boy, my boy! And
have loved you, honored you, believed in
you so much!"
Audrey knelt down by ber trlend.
"Let me help you. Tell ma all," she
begged, her own eyes growing diss ant
Misty wlffc pity.
It was a very brief story. Beverley
had writ-ton t his annt that mornrng.
He' was In a terrible predicament. Twe
years hack he had committed forgery out
In Africa ; he had cleverly escaped de
tection, and had come to England, think
Ing all danger gone. Unluckily for him,
his movements and real name had been
discovered ; he had been tracked. If the
money were not forthcoming In the next
twenty-four hours be would be handed
over to justice.
"Audrey, what can I do? What can
I do? I cannot sit here and know that
he, the boy I have loved, is condemned
to a felon's cell. He haa been my joy,
my one delight, and Gus refuses to let
mc help him."
Audrey felt her heart beginning to
beat with a sense of pain and apprehen
sion. The very mention of this man's
name fell like a black shadow on ber
heart. She trembled as she recalled all
the evil hit cold-blooded treachery had
worked between herself and Jack; the
memory of his passionate love words
raised a blush of shame to ber face even
nbw, but she put her own feelings on
one side to minister to Mrs. Thorngate's
sorrow.
"Will yon let me take this off your
shoulders?" she asked. "H;nft) ! Not a
word. We are friends, are we not? Rest,
and be at peace, for, by Ood's will, I will
save bim from what you fear !"
(To be continued.)
OLD STYLfc CLOCKS SIMPLE.
81111 Mannfartnrrd and Sold by
Denier and In CJood Demand.
Conspicuous by their simplicity or
their qiinintnoss or both among the
many sample clocks of more modern
design shown in the salesrooms of a
clock-mnmifncturlng concern were a
few of tbe old styles. There were old
tlme, so-called Gothic clocks, once a
favorite style; not a very big clock and
with the top not fiat but carried up to
a ridge line like a sharp-pointed roof,
with the gable end to the front, and
having as Its base, on either side, at
the top of the body of the clock, a little
spire, tbe lower aectlon of the door of
the clock, below the dial, painted with
some sort of design.
There were cottnge clocks, these
mailer thnn the Gothics, and like all
these old-time clocks are simple, and
trim looking, with upright, square-cornered
canes.
And then there were bigger clocks,
larger than the cottage clocks and larg
er than the Gothics, clocks with their
long door deeply recessed within a wide
bordering molding, tall, square, cor
nered, prim-looking and yet engaging
clocks, sucu as once, made of mahogany
or mahogany veneer, stood on many
and many a mantelpiece, clocks -with
big dials and long hands and with a
sonorous tick.
Among these large clocks there were
some with cases less severe In design
and finished, with some ornamentation
abont thera and glided half-columns,
one on either side of the case, In front,
clocks such as once adorned the shelf
of many an old-time parlor.
These old-style clocks were not old
clocks, but new clocks. Such as are
still manufactured and sold.
"Clocks are now made of many ma
terials as to their cases and In Innum
erable styles," said the salesman, "and
we are adding new styles all the time,
and tho great majority of people buy
these clocks of later designs. But we
still continue to sell clocks of a few of
those once familiar old styles. Some
of these old-style clocks we make with
modern spring Improvements within
their old-time cast's and others of them
wo still ninke with the old-time clocn.
weights. "Of all these new old-style clocks
comparatively few are sold In the city.
They go mostly to smaller towns and
to tue country. But It would not do to
say that they are bought by old-time
icnple clinging to old-time ways and
styles. They may find such buyers but
other buyers anywhere may fancy them
for their qualntness or for old-time as
sociations."
Metallic Proposition.
"When 'knighthood was In flower,"
said the suitor with the cast-iron nerve,
"tho young man always came to see
the ladye fayre with plenty of steel."
"Well?" yawned the beautiful girl,
Impatiently.
"And now that armor Is out of style
I come with plenty of brass. Will I
suit?"
'No, you had better come with plenty
of tin. Those ar the kind of young
men that are popular with gtrls these
doys."
With a deep sigh the Jilted Romeo
vanished In the frosty night
Cautions All Around,
Hotel Clerk (suspiciously) Tour
bundle has come opart May I ask
what that queer thing is?
Guest This Is a new patent Are es
cape. I always carry it so In case of
Are I can let myself down from tbe ho
tel window. See?
Clork (thoughtfully) I see. Our
terms for guesN with fire escapes, sir,
are invariably ish In advance. New
York Weekly.
Didn't Help Matters.
Daughter (In tears) But popa, what
have you against Charles? I am sure
be would make a good, husband.
Irate Papa He's an idiot and Is
only after your money.
Daughter Oh, no, papa; I know he
would marry ma without a cent ,
Irate Tapa Would he? Then he Is
a worse luiot tunn i tnought Pels
Mele.
Reallsllo.
"ine painter, rvicxer, nas painted a
picture of a winter landscape so well
that If you look at It long you seem
to get quite cold."
"That's nothing; you ought to see
Schmlrlnsky's 'Flight ;' It Is ho realistic
that, after the flrst look you are obliged
to take to your heels." Mcggendorfei
BlaetUT.
Her lor tn Single Bliss.
Miss P.lderlelgh Now that you have
a husband, I suppose you haven't a sin
gle wish ungratltlcd.
Mra. Wudderly (sighing) Only one
aud that is a single wUU.
Oa of lb Bravest.
Marvin Is young lllgglua what yoe
would call a brave muu? .
Geodwln Well, he has been the lead'
er of our church choir for three years.
New South Wales paid $3,000,000 la
four yean In bouutlua tor rahblta,
-POO-EE! .
fh enk trees In the twllitht sunJ
Majestically tail;
And fences by the sumach spanned
Fringe the dark forest wall ;
And 'mid the acorn cups tbe swtna
On the plump, russet acorns dine,
I'ntil, as the night winds null's hr,
There comes apace a mnllow cry
"Poo-ee."
Then from the mossy wood'and bed
Where thickly lies the "mast"
Bobs up each bristly, swinish head.
With sidelong glances cast.
And then with many a grunt and sijueat
Homeward is turned each cloven beel,
And while tSe dead leaves rustle dry,
Faint sounds again that signal err--f
"Poo-ee, Poo-ee."
And with his ridged and horny hands
And crumpled hat forlorn,
The chore boy at the feed lot stands,
With store of shining corn,
nis arms across the hickory bars,
His eyes upon the drowsy stars,
While resonantly comes his cry
Quaintly, melodious, shrill and high
"Poo-ee, Tooo-ec, Pig, Pig, Poo-ee."
Ernest McGaffey.
bod VlH
A Maid and
a Motor
The letter was handed to Marjory at
the breakfast table after the cxtorlor
had been severely scrutinized by the
head of the household.
Marjory, somewhat tenacious of her
Individuality, was of course late, so the
family looked up from It respective
plates with varying expressions of dis
approval ' while Aunt Lavlnla sniffed
obtrusively.
Marjory opened her letter, and her
pretty eyes grew round and bright as
she mastered Its contents. "How ier-
fectly glorious," she exclaimed at list,
"my godmother Is dend and has left
me one thousand pounds!"
The family was with one accord
thunderstruck. The godmother In
question bad quarreled violently with
Marjory's parents and had ceased all
communication with them ten years be
fore, the chief cause of her displeasure
being the rabid narrow-mindedness of
Mr, and Mrs. Stanhope, who made n
point of "disapproving" of everything
HEEDLESS OF STEED LIMITS.
they did not understand, or were not
concerned in, ami Imagine the one and
only spot of importance In the wide
world was their own ivy-clad manor
house, in a wee straggling village, six
miles from the nearest, railway station
and telegraph office.
Mr. and Mrs. Stanhope rarely left
their own home and only at rare inter
vals drove to the nearest market town,
from which excursion he returned In a
blustering passion nt other people's
"dunderheadednoss," and his wife with
a violent headache ; they always went
together, and always returned with the
same results.
They owned with much reluctance
that the one great mistake of their
otherwise blameless and exemplary
lives bnd been the sending of Marjory
to school in London, tho three younger
girls and their brother being educated
at home under the austere rule of a
fearsome, awesome frauleln of uncer
tain age and doubtful accent
"Marjory," her mother would say pa
thetlcally, "hns U'en a snd disappoint
ment," by which might be inferred that
the young woman In question had lm
blbed various sensible, up-to-date, and
go-ahead doctrines and qualities, and
used tho firmness of will which she in
berlted from her paternal relative In a
manner that ruined tbe domestic peace
of Stanhope Manor not a little.
"I think, Marjory," said her mother,
'perfectly glorious' la hardly the right
term to apply to the lamented death of
your godmother."
"Poor, dear Juliana," sobbed Aunt
I.avlulu, dubbing her eyes. She knew
little and oared less alnnit the dc-funct
ludy, but always nmdo n indnt of weep.
Ing whenever invasion served.
"What ahull you do with the money?"
Inquired Marjory's sister Gcrnldino,
' tioiiy; now line, was tne expivs
sive remark f the son and heir, upon
whli h he was requested by the twins
"uot to be vulgar."
"I'm glad Juliana lias recognized
even at tbe eleventh hour, that hIio did
wrong to displease us," announced the
bead of the family pompously. "It
would have shouu better taste to have
left the small legacy to your mother or
to me; stIM, I regard It as a graceful
act of reparation, and It will be a nice
little Income for you, Marjory, if I in
teat it proiterly for you."
This letter states," replied Mar
jory, "that the money Is left to me 'to
spend exactly as I like lu tbe purchase
f anything I most want' "
"Then purchase some stock I will
I consult lur solicitor."
I don't want stor," said Marjory,'
"I want n motor car."
Had she announced thnt she pro
jHwed Introducing a band of perform
ing alligators Into the domestic circle,
the Astonishment and excitement could
not have been more.
Not only did Mr. Stanhope strongly
"disapprove" of automobiles, and con
sidered It execrable taste to appear In
public In anything more progressive
than a victoria drawn by a couple of
fat, lazy hays, or his trap harnessed o
a stubborn old mare, but his wlfo
deemed a woman capable of driving In
such an "Infernol machine" as a being
wholly depraved and quite devoid of
decency ; a creature utterly and com
pletely outside the pale of "refined gen
tility." "I'm going to have a motor," said
Marj.iry, and hnve a motor she did.
In vain her parents fretted and
fumed, stormed, entit'nted, and even
threatened disinheritance. The solici
tors of the ' deceased lady hnd upheld
the legatee In her determination, lay
ing stress upon the special condition
named In their client's will, and Mr.
Stnuhope gnashed his teeth In despair
and baffled rage, while his wife and
Aunt Lavlnln wept in concert.
Marjory Interviewed the rector, their
own family lawyer, and tho village doe-
tor, r.ml won them nil to her side, so
tli.'it tiiey gave no ear to her father's
diatribes.
A portion of her legacy went to the
rutchase of a little gem of a machine,
complete to Its minutost detail ; she
commandeered the person and services
of the most Intelligent and mechanical
youth the village contained, and sent
li!m to a fnnious garage in London,
where ho was tnoroughly instructed in
nil that nppertolned to the driving and
n onagement of a motor. She invested
in suitable, and, strange to say, quite
becoming motor garments, and nil these
things being accomplished, and the
fury of the Btorm at home having worn
out most of Its strength, Marjory, her
man, and her motor went spinning
through country lanes, visiting far-off
towns and dlstnnt hamlets, and she
enjoyed herself thoroughly.
I
Stern dlsopproval of the doings of
their degenerate daughter was still
shown by her parents. Aunt Lavlnla
wept at the possibility of her niece be
ing brought home a mangled corpse,
frauleln wept nt the "derrible eggsam
ple ob so disobedient a dauder," and
the younger folk went because thev
were not allowed to accompany their
sister on lier excursions, so that alto-'
gether there was a damp time at the
Manor.
Then suddenly Hugh, the 11-year-old
son. was stricken with pneumonia, and
dny by day anxious hearts beat at
Stanhope Manor.
The offending motor was forgotten.
and, while it remained in the dim ob
scurity of tbe coach house, Its owner
nnd the professional nurse shared the
duties of the sick room, and Mr. and,
Mrs. Stanhope wandered teorfully
hand In hand through the rooms and
corridors, calling upon every one to
shore their grief, but doing nothing
whntever for the good of the patient
One evening the old doctor's anx
ious face told the other watchers that
n crisis was approaching. "I must
have another opinion," said !he to Mr.
Stanhope.
"Whom shall we get?" asked the ag
onized father.
"Young Dr. Raymond, of Craymin-
ster," responded the old man. "He has
a special oxygen treatment. I've read
that he has done wonders, but in this
out-of-the-way hole we only hear of
such things. If only we could get him
here by morning we might save the
boy's life."
Craymlnster was twenty miles away.
the telegraph ollice In town would be
closed; It 'was hopeless to dream of
reaching the doctor before morning.
Mr. Stanhope groaned.
Marjory hoard the doctor's last
words, "save the boy's life," and het
heart gave a throb of terror.
It's surely not as bad as that," she
whispered.
"I fear so," was the reply, "he hat
got rapidly worse during the last hour
or two."
For a moment Marjory seemed
stunned, then, giving herself a little
shake, she whispered a few words to
the doctor.
He looked at ber for a minute, then
nt the boy on the bed. Then he gave
Marjory a little pat on the shoulder.
It's the only chance," ho said.
In a flush Marjory was gone. She
never knew how Bhe got rendy, nor
how tbe car was put In motion, she
merely has a recollection of tearing fu
riously through the night, heedless of
speed limits and gradients, through
sleeping villages nnd scattered hamlets.
until at last her car snorted and bound
ed into the deserted streets of slumber.
ing Craymlnster.
Housed from his sleep, Dr. Raymond
confronted the breathless, eager girl
and listened to her tale of their urgent
need. He promptly grasped the situa
tion. But ho forced Marjory to take
some food, while he bore out heavy
oxygen cylinders and stored them la
tbe buzzing car; then ho carefully
wrnpied her In a rug, and seated him
self beside her.
"Right nway," he said, cheerfully.
"You had better run the car yourself,
there will be plenty of time to rest
when we pet there. Please God, we'll
be In time."
The ear leaped forward Into the
darkness, and as the first gleams of a
new day lighted up the east they sto
ped before the door of Stanhope Man
or. Yes, thanks to Marjory and her mo
tor car, they were lu time, and when
the girl awoke from her sleep of utter
exhaustion it was to learn that Ilusb.
was out of danger.
Mr. Htanhope and his family now
consider motor cars the most wonder
ful of Inventions, but there are a few
benighted folk In Crujinlnster who
consider It a pity that young Mrs. Ray
mond should lie "mud. absolutely mad,
my dear, about that car of hers. She
talks about It just as If It were a hu
mau being!" Philadelphia Telegraph.
It's a queer coincidence that mosqui
toes and KH'kaboo uhlrt waists appeal
about the same tUn.
"2tE I.E8ERTEI) SANDWICH!
ft Had the Petal Gift of rafr
It Was Coveted, br Maay.
"Don't leave your sandwich up there
on tbe advertising boards," said Tom
my's mother; "the train will came
along soon and you will forget 'f
But Tommy did not heed the warn
ing, tho train came and went away
with Tommy and his mother and the
others, bound for Coney Island, and
the sandwich remained, says the New
York Sun.
It was a remarkably neat package
for a sandwich. Lying there on top of
the advertising boards It looked as if
It had been done up by a jeweler, so
rectangular was it and so precisely
were the ends of the wrapper folded
over.
An elderly man stood near by read
ing his newspaper. He bad heard the
talk about the sundwlch and he noted
that the event had turned out as Tom
my's mother had predicted.
A young girl came up the stairs and
walked along tbe platform. She saw
the neat package and looked from it
toward the man. He drew a step near
er to it glanced at It as if to assure
himself that It was still there, and re
sumed reading his paper.
Several passengers alighted from the
next train, and as they passed the
sandwich most of them saw it and the
man and tried to decide whether It be
longed to him. One young fellow stroll
ed back, after going as fur as the door
of the waiting room, and walked slowly
up nnd down the platform.
The elderly man stepped to the edge
of the platform and looked along the
track, as If to see whether the train
was coming. Just as he turned to take
his former position he saw the young
man lingering close to the sandwich.
He cleared his throat with a loud
"Ahem !" and rested his arm on the ad
vertising boards a few feat away from
the package. The young man took the
next train that came along.
A largo woman rigged out In clothes
that she evidently thought were just
the thing hurried up the stairs and was
rushing towurd the train that had just
come in. Her eye caught the package,
with its Jewelry store appearance, aud
she did not enter the train.
She looked up and down the track
and glanced toward the sandwich, and
from it toward the man. He folded
bis paper, put his reading glasses In
his pocket and again stepped to the edge
of the platform and looked along the
rails.
The woman eyed him and the pack
age alternately. The roar of a train
was heard. As It slowed down the
man, all unmindful of the package, hur
ried toward one of the car gates. The
man stood on the car platform as the
train moved out
By leaning outward as the train
rushed away be could watch the pack
age long enough to see the large wom
an grab it from the top of the sign
boards, thrust it under her summer
wrap and hurry down the platform
stairs faster than she came up. Quite
naturally he smiled.
FEW DOGS GO MAD.
Many Authorities Have Nevef Iden
tlfled Cane of Rabies.
The Woman's Pennsylvania S. P. C.
A. Is out with a timely and valuable
statement calculated to prevent un
necessary alarm and suffering of hu
man beings ns well as of animals. It
Is commended by many of our famous
physicians, A part of It follows here
with :
It has been observed with regret that
numerous sensational stories concern
ing alleged mad dogs and the terrible
results to human beings bitten by them
nre published from time to time. Such
accounts frighten people Into various
nervous disorders and cause brutal
treatment of animals suspected of mad
ness; and yet there is upon record a
great mass of testimony from physi
cians asserting the extreme rarity of
hydrophobia even in the dog, while
many medical men of wide experience
are ef the opinion that If It develops
in human beings at nil it Is only on ex
tremely rare occasions; that the con
dition of hysterical excitement la man
described as "hydrophobia" is merely a
series of symptoms, such dread being
caused by realistic reports acting upon
the Imaginations of persons scratched
or bitten by animals suspected of
rabies.
The late Dr. Hiram Corson, whose
practice extended over a period of sev
enty years, during which time he
searched dligently for the disease In
man or animal, wrote under date of
January 18, 1800: "I have never had
a real case of hydrophobia."
Dr. Thralll Green, a physician like
Pr. Corson, accurate In observation,
careful in statement and whose prac
tice also extended over a long period,
wrote under date of January 28, 1890:
"I have never had a case of hydro
phobia, nor have I ever seen a case
In the practice of other physicians."
Dr. Matthew Woods, who has been
in quest of the disease for twenty
years, and who during two summers
jv.'rsonally visited every case reported
i'l Philadelphia, asserts that he never
saw hydrophobia either In man or ani
mal, and although six years ago, at
the conclusion of a paper on the sub
ject rend before a lari.e audience, he
offered $100 to any jterson bringing
li I m such a patient, yet so far no one
has claimed the reward.
Dr. Charles W. Dulles, who has cor
resiKindeil m the subject with most of
the distinguished moil lea I men of Eu
rope, u physician ff.nilllar both with
the literature of rubles, the history of
Pasteur and the Institutions called by
bis name, and who lu addition has per
formed the almost Incredable tusk of
Investigating either personally or by
eorresiHfiuleuce, with the physicians or
others In attendant, every case re-
ported In the newspapers of the Uul
tea Mates ror u;e past sixteen yeurs
believes that hjdrophoblu Is extremely
rare, having after sixteen years of In
vestlgution failed to find a single case
on record that can Iss conclusively prov
ed to have resulted from the bite of a
dog.
No man wus ever bronght up In
what he regard as the proper way
when be turns out to be a failure.
A fool can answer questions that a
wise man would l gthamed to ask.
wrmotid
Wealth. Wealth Is power, but power
must be swayed by humanitarian pur
pose or Its exercise tends to make one
a heartless tyrant Instead of a kindly
and lovable human being. Rev. David
Utter, Unitarian, Denver.
The Mayn't. The personality of
Jesus Is it magnet that attructs the
hearts of nil and all men ought to be
able to find the answer to their Inherent
search for God. Rev. G. R. Van do
Water, Kplscopiilian, New York City.
Tbe Idea of God. Any idea of God
Involves the thought of the supernatu
ral ; of a being, not a-alnst the law, but
above the law; one whose existence Is
beyond nnd outside the range of our
earthly rules and conditions. Rev.
Beverly Warner, Kplscopalinn, New Or
leans. Possibility of Development With
all our liiicrfectlons we have this one
divine heritage, the possibility of infin
ite development, of limitless growth in
any normal direction we may select
The outcome depends upon the amount
of force which we put into our efforts,
and not uon outside conditions. Rev.
N. H. Neshltt, Independent, Taeomn,
Wash.
Moral Suasion. Christ's good work,
was to redeem men by the preaching
of the gospel, by nioriu suasion, not by
tho promulgation of dogma, nor the
rack, nor the faggot. But the church
has men In her, even In this day, who
would expel, yes, curse, those whoso
love for men's souls Is greater than
their love of dogma or canon law.
Rev. F. K. Washburn, Episcopalian,
Newburgh, N. Y.
The Physical Man. In primitive
times people laid stress upon the phy
sical strength nnd manly force of their
leaders. Now we have a different
standard as intellectual and moral ex
cellence count for so much In those who
guide and govern us. Then experience
has taught us that there may be a small
soul In a large body and a great bouI
in a small body. Rev. J. S. Llndsey,
Eplscopallnn, Boston.
CONTAMINATED WATER.
Precantlona of England's Kino; Re
calls a Rather Startling Incident,
Many of the most honored "nature
writers" tell jis that when a troop of
elephants are on a march the baby ele
phants are sent ahead over the
bridges, says the Brooklyn Eagle.
Nobody can blame King Edward for
sending his special sanitary Inspectors
ahead of himself when lie Is Invited to
one of the castles of England, Scotland
or Wales. Some of these structures
are centuries old ; they were built be
fore modern plumbing was dreamed
about nnd most of them are filled with
typhoid germs.
The English people are not likely to
to forget the narrow escape that the
present king had from death by ty
phoid fever In the early '70s. The
malady was contracted during a visit
to an ancient ducul castle. The cistern
from which the water was Berved had
been in use 300 years and there wasn't
any record tnat it ever uau been
cleaned.
This recalls an incident told to me
by a friend who last year bought a fine
old place on the Hudson. Wuter was
supplied to the house from a large
tank that had been built upon a hill
side back of the building . After the
family had moved in and made Itself
comfortable my friend Investigated the
water supply. To his surprise and
horror he found that the . tank was
swarming with attenuated green water
snakes. Tbe ophidians were less than
a foot in length, but there were bushels
of them.
At the moment of discovery a small
toad had fallen Into the tank and the
entire mass was In commotion. The
snakes were ravenously hungry and
several hundred of them simulta
neously attacked the unfortunate toad,
dragging him to the bottom, nnd tore
him to pieces with their sharp teeth.
How to kill the seri?nts was a prob
lem. A proposition to poison the con
tents of the cistern wasn't to be
thought of, because it was the Inten
tion of the owner of the proierty to
continue to use tho water supply for
the barn and fountains. Having had
an electric light plant Installed, the
electrician suggested that two wires
be carried to the tank and an end of
ench of the covered conductors sub
merged nt opposite sides thereof. ThlB
was done and In the space of one night
every living thing in the tank waa
killed. Although tills water supply
was disconnected with the house, ex
cept for fire purposes, many members
of that family feel to this hour that
they are afflicted with strange, creepy
feelings. They have a greater aver
sion for snakes than before.
King Edward will not take any
chances on his health. Why should
he? The Job of being king Is an easy
and lucrative one nnd it Is for life.
Why should he want to give It upl
Honesty.
"I have here $."i,(!0( which I would
like you to invest in stocks for me." ,
"My friend," responded the Wall
street broker, "if that is all you have,
I advise you not to risk It."
"Of course," the broker explained
later to his partner, "there's a little
rnko-off gone to the bud, but a repv
for honesty is capital, and we need cap
ital." Philadelphia Iitslger.
But the Kllly tiot It.
"John, Mr. Brown telephoned that
he'd like to have you come over to a
little game to-nigflit"
"Er er, he did?"
"Yes, I mnipose he's been hunting;
you'd better go aud maybe he'll glv
I you a bird to bring home." Houston
Tost
You can tell a married man whea
he passes through a screen door by
i the way be fights the flies.
