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8YN0PSI8.
Thlllp Cayley, accused of a crime of
which ho Is not guilty, resigns from tho
trmy In disgrace and Ills affection for
his friend. Lieut. Perry Hunter, turn- to
hatred. Cayley seeks solitude, where he
porfects a flying tnachlno. Whllo soailnir
over the Arctic regions, ho picks up i a
curiously shaped stick ho had seen In tlio
covers a yacht anchored In tho bay. De
scending near tho steamer, ho moots a
Blrl on an Ico floo. Ho learns that the
ffrl's namo Is Jconno Fielding and that
ho yacht has come north to seek signs
of her father. Captain Molding, an arctlo
explorer. A party from tho yacht Is ma
king search ashore. After Caylcy departs
Jeanno finds that ha had dropped a cu-rlously-shnpod
stick. Captain Planck and
the surviving crow of his wrockod whaler
ere In hiding on the coast. A, giant ruf
fian named Iloscoo. hnd murdered Field
Ing and his two companion, after the ex
plorer had revealed the location of an
enormous ledgo of puro gold. Iloscoo then
took command of the party. It develops
that the ruffian had committed tho mur
der witnessed by Caylcy. Iloscoo plans
to rnptuio tho yacht and cnp with a
big load of gold. Jeanne tells Fanshaw,
owner of the yacht, about tho visit of the
iky-man nnd shows him tho stick left by
Cayley. Tanshaw declares that It Is an
Eskimo throw lug-stick, used to shoot
darts. Tom 1'anshaw returns from the
searching party with a sprained ankle.
Terry Hunter Is found murdered and
Cayley Is accused of tho crime but Jcanno
believes him Innocent. A relief party goes
to find tho searchers. Tom professes his
lovo for Jranne. Sho rows nhore and
enters nn abandoned hut, and there find1)
her fnther'n dlnrv, which discloses tho ex
plorer's suspicion of Itosco", Th rut
nan returns to the hut and boos Jcanno.
He Is Intent on murder, when tho sky
man swoops down and tho ruffian lines.
Jeanno gives Cayley hor father's dlaiy
to read. The yacht disappears and Hos-
Soe's plans to capture It are revealed,
eanne's only hopo Is In Cayloy. Tho
seriousness of their situation bccopies ap
parent to Joanna and tho sky-man. Cay
ley kills a polar bear. Next ha Ilnds a
clue to tho hiding place of tho stores,
iloscoo Is about to attack tho girl whon
he Is sent fleeing In terror by tho sight
of the bky-man swooping down. Measures
are taken to fortify tho hut. Cayley kills
a wounded polar bear and receives tho
first imim'Mlon tlmt n"""" pormcm
firearms. A nsurc In the Ice yield1) Up
Hunter's body nnd Itoscoc, finding It, re
moves tho dead man's rifle Ho discovers
that Cayloy Is a human being and not a
spirit Tho rufilan Is baffled In his plan
U murder Cayley whon the latter and
Jeanno take refugo In tho cave whero a
furious storm keeps them Imprisoned.
Thoy confess their lovo for each other.
Cayley, resolving to seek the rufilan and
kill him, finds Itoscoe's cave, but tho
AnAmv In nnf itirtrA lfn ntnlra Itrt n fn-
mlllar-looklng locket and departs. Ron-4
coe una takon advantage of Cuyloy's ab
sence to force Ida way Into whure Joanne
Is. Cayloy returns, and a tight ensues. In
Which Koscne la killed.
CHAPTER XXII. Continued.
Tho perception camo to him as a
memory, and la memory It scorned to
be Jeanno's volco.
Now, unless hla wits wero wandor
Ins. he hcanHt-ssa'.n, and it, culled bis
namo. Ho was halt incredulous of Its
reality, oven aa ho answered it. But
tho next moment, before ho could exc
tricatc hlmr.olt from hla planes, or
even attempt to got to his foot, ho
felt tho presauro of hor body, as sho
knelt ovor htm.
,i CHAPTER XXIII.
Signs!:.
Thero wero a gopd many days after
that not days at all, really, but an In
terminable period of night which
wero broken for Jeanno by no ray of
hopo whatovor, Bho kept Philip and
herself alive, from day to day, and this
occupation left her hardly time enough
to think whethor thcra -was anything
to hopo for or not,
Much of tho timo Philip was deliri
ous; somotlmes violently so, and yet
sho often had to leave him. When sho
did so, it was with no certainty at all
that sho would find him allvo upon hor
return.
At last tho conviction was forcod
upon hor that Philip was actually on
tho road to recovery. Ills delirium bo
came less violent and occurred at long
- er'inlervnm.- tuo frightful cuhOIUOU
of bis wounds began visibly to im
prove. Instinctively sho resisted this
conviction as long as sho could, refus
ing almost passionately 'to begin to
hopo for tho return of hope brought
an almost Intolorabla pain with it.
Without hopo thcro had boon no fear,
no apprehension Just as iu a froen
limb thero is no pain. But, as tho pos
sibility of hln recovery becamo plain
er, tho slenderness of tho thread by
which his Ufa was hanging becamo
plainer, too. A thousand chances
which sho could not guard against
might cut tho thread and destroy tho
hopo now-born.
lie was ablo, at last, after a long
sleop and a really hearty meal ot sus
taining food which Bho hardly dared
glvo him to got up nnd walk out of
their sholtor to tho star-vaultod beach.
Fifty paces or so woa all ho was equal
to; but at tho end of tho Uttlo prom
enado ho expressed a disinclination to
so back to tho stuff Uttlo Btiod which
had been tho scone of hln long illnosa.
Tho clean, wldo, boundless air was
bringing back the zest for lifo to
him. So Jeanno brought out from
tho hut a great bundlo of furs and
nade a nc&t ot them on tho beach,
and thero ho lay back and sho eat
down bcsldo him.
"Do you roraember, Jeanno," ho
said, "tho first tlrao we sat out Uko
this, thoro on the ico-floo bestdo tho
Aurora, nnd I told you how I had
learned to fly?"
Sho locked her hand into his beforo
she answered.
"I couldn't beliovo that night that I
wasn't dnmlng," sho said softly.
"Nor 1, either," ho told hor; "und,
somehow, I can't bollove it now not
fully; not this part of It, anyway,"
Ho had lifted tho hand that waa
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locked into hla and pressed it to his
lips boforo ho spoko. Thoro waa n
sllonco aftor that. Then, with a Uttlo
effort, tho girl spoke.
"Philip, do you romembor my any
lug what a contempt you must havo
for tho world that didn't know how to
fly? Do you romembor that, and tho
nnswer you mado to it?"
Ho nodded.
"Philip, la that still thero? Your
contompt, I mean, for tho world?"
"I don't beliovo," ho said, "that you
can oven ask that seriously you, who
gnvo mo first my soul back again and
then, in theso last weoks, my llfo.
For it's boon your llfo that has lived
in mo theso Inst days thoy must bo a
good many Just as it waa your
warmth and faith and fragrauco that
gavo mo back my soul, long ngo." Ho
paused a moment; then, whon no went
on his voice had a somowhat dlfforont
quality. "But tho other contempt,
Joanno, that still exists, or would ex
ist if I gnvo It tho chance, tho world's
contompt for mo. Not oven your faith
could shako that."
Sho had been half-reclining bosldo
him, but now she sat erect purposeful
ly, llko ono who has taken a resolu
tion. "I'm not so suro of that," sho snld,
in a matter-of-fact tone, though thoro
was nn undercurrent of excitement in
it. "Philip, I havo been trying to
solvo a puzzle slnco you wero HI. I
hoped I could solvo It by myself. If
I woro intelligent enough I'm euro I
could; but I'll havo to ask you to help
me It's a string of lottors written
around a plcturo, in a lockot."
"A lockot of yours?" ho asked, sur
prised. "Never mind about that Just now."
Sho spoko hastily and tho undercur
rent of oxcltomout wn3 growing
stronger in hor voice.
"Do you want mo to try it now?" ho
asked. "If you'll make a light and
show mo tho thing I'll boo whnt I
can do."
"Perhaps you won't need that," Bho
said. "I can romombor tho letters.
Thoy aro divided up into -words, but
I'm sure thoy nro not any forolgn lan
guage; they nro in a codo of somo
sort."
Sho did not turn to look at him, but
sho felt him fltlr a Uttlo, with sudden
ly nroused attention, nnd hoard his
.breath come a Uttlo quicker.
"Tho first letter was all by itself,"
she said, trying to keep her volco
steady. It was N . And then, in
ono ivord, came tlio fetters p-b-J u-u-q.'r
"That means 'A coward,'" ho Bald.
His volco was unstoody, and ho
clutched suddenly at her hand. Sho
could feel that his wns trembling, so
sho took it in both of hora and hold
It tight,
"It's, a codo," ho said, "a boyish codo
of ray own. I romembor that for a
long timo after I invented it I be
lieved It to bo utterly insoluble; yet It
was childishly simple It consists
simply ot splitting tho alphabet in
two and using tho lust hnlt for tho
ilrst, and vlco versa. It must havo oc-
'1 suppose that's truo," he aV nt
last "I suppose I might havo savod
him then, Just as I might havo saved
him lator, from Roscoo's dart," I can
think of a hundred ways that it might
iavo happened the accusation against
nie, I mean without his having any
part in It." Then ho snld rather ab
ruptly: "Fanshaw told you tho story,
didn't ho?"
Sho assented. "Most ot It, that is.
Perhaps not qulto all he know."
"I don't know it nil myself," ho told
her, "that Is, I havo filled it in with
guessos. I knew nbout tho girl. Hunt
er waa half mad about her, nnd she,
I suppose, was in lovo with him. Any
way, hd camo to mo ono night tho
last timo I ovor talked with him rag
ing with excitement, Tho girl's father
had found out about him and meant,
sho said, to kill him, and perhaps, hor,
too. Anyhow, sho had forbidden Hunt
er Booing horngaln. Wo took a drink
or two, togothor, boforo I started, and
I fuippoMA lin must havo drunk
himself half mad after that; for ho
started right on ray trail and did what
you know. I havo always supposed,
until Just now, that ho had usod my
namo ns his own with hor, to screen
hlmsolf from poRslblo trouble. But
that may not have been tho caso. Ho
may simply havo spoken of mo as his
friend.
"Tho girl was In lovo with him,
and It would bo natural for her to
glvo her father my namo Instead of
Hunter's, and mnko tho accusation
against me. I suppose ho thought
that I could, probably, clear myself
easily enough, without Involving him,
nnd that tho vholo row might blow
over without doing any lrreparnblo
damago to cither of us. And then,
when it didn't blow ovor when It got
worse and meant ruin for somebody
tho fact that ho hadn't spoken at first
would havo mado It ten times harder
to speak at last. I might havo help
qd him. Ho sent word to mo once,
when I was under nrrsot, to ask if I
would sco him, and I refused. I was
very ..." Hits speech was punctu-.
plnrmtlon a wonderful great, soft calm
seemed to envelop hor She slept
thero llko a child besldo htm, his hand
still hnlf-cmsped In hers.
It wan Philip's voice that wakenod
hor. How long afterwards bIio did
not know. Ho was sitting orect on tho
grent bear-skin, and all sho could bco
of him wan tho dim sllhouotto ot bis
back against tho sky.
"Whnt is It?" sho asked, drowsily.
"U anything the matter?"
Ho could hardly command his voice
to nnswor.
"It's that nurorn, ovor there," ho
said. "No, it's gono now. It may
como back. It's right over thero in
tho routh-'-Btralght in front of you."
"But, my denr my dear " sho per
sisted, "why should an aurora . . .
Is it becnuso of tho ono wo saw tho
night you killed Roscoo? Is it that
old nlghtmaro. that it brings back?"
Sho was speaking quiotly, her volco
cnropslng him Just r.s hor hands woro.
Sho wns llko a mother trying to reas
sure a frightened child.
"No, It's not that,'1 ho said, uneasily.
I don't know I think I may bo go
ing mad, perhaps. I know I wasn't
dreaming. I thought so at first, but
I know I'm not now." Then Bho felt
his body stiffen, ho dropped her hand
and pointed out to tho southern ho
rizon.. "Thero," he said, "look thins!" what
sho saw was simply a pencil ot whlto
light, pointing straight from the ho
rizon to tho zenith, and reaching an al
tltudo of perhaps 20 degrcea. Com
pared with the stupendous electrical
displays that thoy were used to seeing
in that winter sky, It was utterly In
significant, and from it sho turned to
search his fnce, in sudden alarm.
"No, no look look!" ho command
ed, his excitement mounting higher
with each word.
Sho obeyed reluctantly, but at what
sho saw her body becamo sudden
ly rigid and sho stared as one
might stnro who sees a spirit For
tho faint pencil ot whlto light swung
on a pivot, dipped clear to the hori-
curreu to nunaroas or ooys, n,t ono
timo and another, and yet " his roico
faltered. "Yot, it'a a UtUo odd that
you should havo stumbled upon an-
othor oxnmplo ot it"
"Tho next word waa o-r-g-o-n-l-r-q."
"That means 'betrayed,'" ho said,
almost instantly. "Was was there any
more."
"Ono Uttlo word, thrco lottors,
'u-v-z.' But I know already what thoy
mean, Philip." Thero was a moment
ary alienee, then sho repeated tho
.whole pnas5 "A coward betrayed
him.'" Sho was trembling all ovor
now, hersolf. "I know," sho said, "I
know it was something llko that,"
Then sho dropped down besldo him
and clasped him tight in her arnia.
"Philip, that wati written around your
picture, an old plcturo ot you it must
navo neon, which leu out ot your
pockot when I was undressing you
that night uttur your fight with Roa
eo. I recognised tlio locket it wnj en.,
closed In ns Mr. Hunter's. I had often
scon It ou his watch fob, and it's on
gravod with his Initials." ,
"It fell out of my pockol," said
Philip, lncrodulously.
"Yea," sho aald, "that puzzlod mo,
too, for awhllo; and finally I figured
It out. You must havo found It "
"That night In Uoscoo'a cavo, whon
I was waiting for him. I had forgot
ten It until this moment"
"I know It muni bo Uko thnt;" ho
Bald, "Bomothlug llko that And wasn't
It . . . ' shd began
"Hunter's codo as well aa mine?
Yos. Wo mado it up together when
wo woro boys," ho said, "nnd wo used
it occasionally oven aftor wo loft tho
Point Wo wroto in if, both of us, as
easily as In English; and read it tho
same way,"
Uer young nrniB otlU held him fast
"Philip, ho muBt havo boon oorry
a long timo almost slnco It happened.
it's nn old, old plcturo of you,
doar, and tho ink ot tho lottors is
faded. Ho'a carried it with him over
slnco, as a reminder ot tho wrong ho
Old you, and ot his cowardico in let
ting you suffor undor it."
"I Buppoao it waa that from tho
first"
"I don't beliovo ho ovor meant "
She lot tho sentonco break off there,
and thoro waa a long, long sllonco.
"Fanshaw Told You tha Story, Didn't He?"
ated now by longornnd longor pauses,
but still Jeanno waited. "Very sure
of tho correctness of my own
attitude thon. Correct is, perhaps, the
exact word for it I wouldn't turn a
hand to save n man a man who had
boon my friend, too from living out
tho rost of his Ufo in holl." Ho shud
dered a Uttlo at that and sho quickly
laid hnr hand upon his lips.
"That waa long ago," alio said. "You
can boo now what a God, perhaps,
would havo seen nnd dono then. And
It you did wiong, then It's you who
havo suffnrod for it you who Uavo
paid tho pennlty. You havo paid for
tlio thing you lott undone as won as
for tho thing ho did, But w must
not tnlk about It any more, now.
You'ro not strong enough. I ought
not to havo spoken of It at all, but,
somehow, I couldn't wait any longor."
"Just this much more, Jcanno, nnd
then wo will lot it go: You see now,
don't you, dear, why I said I never
could go back to tho world, never clear
myself of tho old chargo at Hunter's
expense Perry Huntor's oxpensts
now thnt ho Is doad; and don't you boo
thnt that's as imposslblo now as It was
when I first said it?"
It was with u halt laugh and a halt
sob that sho kissed him.
"Oh, my doar," Bho said, "what doca
tho world matter? This is tlio world
horo. You and I. Tho apace of this
groat bear-skin wo aro lying on. Tho
past can't como botween us, nnd what
olso Is thoro that mnttors? Como, it's
timo for you to tako another nap. Aro
you warm enough out horo, or shall wo
go back to tho hut?"
"I'm warm, soul and body, thanks
to you," ho said.
But it waa Jcanno who wont to
sleep, Somehow, slnco that last ex-
zon, roso angln and completed Its cir
cuit to tho other side.
Sho sat thero bosldo him, breath
less, almost lifeless with suspense
whllo that pencil traced its courso
back and forth from horizon to hori
zon, stopped somotimos on tho zenith,
to turn back upon itself somotlmes
continuing through unchecked. At
last her breath burst forth from her
in a great sob. Sho turned and clung
to him wildly.
"Philip," sho said, "it can't bo that
It can't it can't!"
"Tell me toll me whnt itlookn Uko
what you think you ata?"
Sho stayed Just whero sho waa, cling
ing to him, cowering to him, as If some
thing terrified hor, hor face pressed
down ngalnst his shoulder.
"Signals," sho gasped out. "From a
light from a search-light"
Ho drew a long deep broath or two,
and hla good arm tightened about
hor.
"Well," ho said, his yolce breaking
in a shaky laugh, "It wo are mad, we
aro mad togothor, Jeanno, dear, nnd
with tho namo mndness; and it wo are
dreaming, wo aro living in tho samo
dream. Did you read what It said?
Oh, no, of, course you couldn't but I
did. It's tho old nimy wig-wag, nnd
it has been saying all aorta of things.
Spoiling out your namo most ot tho
time. What it Just Bald was, 'Cour
ago. They aro coming;.' "
CHAPTER XXIV.
Unwlnned.
For awhile Bho stnyed just whero
sho was, her head cradled against bis
shoulder, but, presently, sho stood
orect once more, pulled oft ono of hor
heavy gauntlet, and with her bare
palm pressed, tho toars out ot
eyes,
"You nron't strong enough yot to bo
used as tho support for a really good
cry." Her voles was shaky and her
speech uneven. Thoro woro still somo
Uttlo half suppressed sobs in it But
sho turned her faco again towards
tho southern horizon. "If that's tho
army wig-wag I ought to bo ablo to
read it Tom taught it to mo years
ago. Perhaps perhaps it is ho who in
signaling now."
"Waa, thero a search-light on tho Au
rora?" Philip asked. "I didn't notlco
when I saw her." Ho tried to make
the question sound casual, but his
volco was hardly ctcadior than horn,
"Oh, yes," sho said. "It was ono of
tho things wo laughed at Uncle- Jerry
for insisting upon, but ho insisted
Just tho samo. It'a a very powerful
light Philip," sho said suddenly, aftor
a Uttlo silence, "Is it not plain im
possible, thnt that wo see over thoro?
You know you said, and fnthor said
in his Journal, thnt thoro was no possi
bility of a relief In tho winter. Philip
Philip, isn't It madness is it tho ico
madness?"
But beforo ho could nnswer thoy
heard a rifle-shot ring out in tho still
air.
"No," ho cried, "tho long wait is
over. Thank God they nro horo. Firo,
Joannol Firo tho revolvor! Let them
know thoy nro In timo." His lips trem
bled nnd tears glistened In his eyes.
It was lying undor her hand. There
woro only threo cartridges left,
but sho fired them all'lnto the nir.
Then, nlmost before tho echo from
tho cliff behind them hnd died away,
they henrd a dim hail in a human
volco a voice that broko sharply as If
tho shout had ended In a sob.
"It's Tom," sho said.
"Call out! It's your volco ho'll want
to hear." But It was a moment bo
foro sho could command it Sho call
ed his name twice, nnd then a third
timo, with a different inflection, for a
long, leaping flicker of firelight had re
vealed a Uttlo knot of figures round
ing ono of tho great Ice-crags that
covered tho frozen harbor. Ono fig
ure, a little' in advance of tho others,
dashed forward at a run. Jeanno
sprang to meet him.
For a Uttlo whllo Cayley Btood hesi
tating before the nro, just whore
Jeanne, in hor impulsive rush toward
their rescuers, had loft him, then slow
ly, ho followed her,
Tho party on the ice was moving
landward again. Even at Philip's slow
pace, tho distance between them was
narrowing. Jeanno and young Tan
shaw were coming on ahead. Ho saw
her stop suddenly and throw an arm
nround tho man's nock. She was
laughing and crying nil nt once, ind
thero wero tears In tho man's eyes,
too. Philip expected that. Ho know
that Fanshaw loved hor. His memory
of that fnct was all that redeemed his
memory of their encounter on tho Au
rora's deck.
But, what ho did not expect, was
to see Fanshaw suddenly release him
self from tho girl's embraco and como
straight toward him. That waa not
tho most surprising thing not that
nor tho hand which Fanshaw was hold
ing out to him. It was the look in tho
young man's face.
Thoro was a powerful emotion work
ing there, but no sign of any conflict,
no resistance, no reluctance. It was
tho faco of a man humblo In tho pres
ence of a mliacle. He stripped oft
his gauntlet and gripped Cayloy's
hand. It was a moment beforo he
could speak.
"It's only Just now," ho sntd, "now
that I seo you hero togothor, that I
find It hard to beliovo. Because I've
known all along that you wero horo
with her, keeping hor alive until wo
could get back to her. I'vo been tho
only one who has had any hopo at
all, and with mo it's boon a cortainty
rather than a hope. It's as if I hnd
Boon you hero, togothor. I'vo seen you
so a thousand times, but now, that I do
actually, with my own eyes, it's bard
to . . . ' His volco broko there.
Thero was a moment of silence, then
he went on: "You must try to for
glvo us, Cayloy mo, in particular, for
I'm tho cno who seeds it most We
know tho truth of that old story now.
No, It wasn't Jcanno who told, It waB
poor Hunter himself, In a letter. Ho
had written it long ago, and It waa
among his papors. I want you to road
it Bomotlmo. I think, perhaps, whon
you do you will bo ablo to forglvo him,
too."
"That's dono already," said Philip.
"No, not long ngo within tho last few
hours. Come, shall we go back to the
fire? I suppose wo had better wait
for another moonrise boforo wo try to
get to tho Aurora."
It was six months later, a blazing,
bluo July day, when the gunboat York
town lifted North Head, tho northern
portal of tho Golden Gate. Tom Fan
shaw and bis father had gono to tho
brldgo, but Philip and Joanne, tho
othor two pas8ongero, remained un
moved by the announcement, seated
as far aft as possible, tho ensign, limp
iu the following breeze, fluttering Just
over their heads.
Looking up, thoy saw ono of tho
Junior officers standing close bosldo
them. Ho was a dark-haired, dark
oyod, good-looking youngster, whoso
frank adoration of Jeanno ovor since
they had como aboard had amused tho
FaushawB and secretly pleased and
touched Philip, although ho pretended
to bo amused, too.
Thoy both roso and, lounged back
against tho wll as ho camo up.
"Glad to bo nearly home, Mr, Cam
woll?" said Jeanno. "You navy people
regard any port In tho States as homo,
don't you?"
"Oh, I'd be glad enough ol a month's
shore lonvo," ho Bald, "If It weren't
this particular voyage. I mean If it
didn't moan that wo aro going to loso
you."
Sho gavo him a friendly little amilo,
her T but made no other answer. Ho turned
to Philip.
"I'll havo to confess," ho said, "to
tho rudest sort of inquisitive curiosity
nbout tho strange-looking bundlo you
brought aboard with you from tho
Aurora. It looks llko somo primitive
Eskimo's attempt to build a flylng;ma-
cnino."
"It is something Uko that," said
Philip. "If you'll havo it brought up
hero on deck. I'll open it out to you."
Tho young fellow's pleasure was al
most boyish. "I'll havo It brought at
once," h6 said.
Tho breezo was straight behind
them and Just about strong enough to
compensate for Ibe upewl of tho yu
sol, nnd tlio air on deck was quite still.
With tho boy'B puzzled asslts
anco Philip spread his wings for
tho first timo since that night
when ho had dived off tho cliff
hoad to go ln,purBult of Roscoo. Tho
recollection was almost painfully
vivid, and as ho looked Into Jeanne's
tnco ho saw tho same memory mir
rored there.
But young Caldwell soon brought
them back to tho present He was no
longor embarrassed or shy, deferen
tial. Aerial navigation- was, appar
ently, a subject ho knew all about
Ho criticised tho shapo of the pianos,
tho material they wero mado of, tho
curvo of this, tho dip of that all In
tho tono of an expert and by
way of summing up, ho said:
"It's rather pitiful, Isn't it? In a
way any primltlvo thing always af
fects me Uko old locomotives they
havo in mUBOUms. Somebody, prob
ably, believed onco that that would
fly. I hopo he didn't bollevo it seri
ously enough to glvo it a real trial."
"You don't think it would work,
then?" asked Philip.
Tho young man laughed. "Dear mo,
no," he said. "It couldn't work."
''At any rate," said Philip, "It's an
amusing curiosity."
"Oh, yes; indeed, yes," the young
man assented, cordially. "I wish it
woro mine. Only I wouldn't try to fly
with It"
His duties called him away then
rather suddenly, nnd Philip was left
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solute Fact Destroyed Force
Well-Meant Argument for
Temperance.
of
On a pleasant Sunday afternoon nn
old German and his youngest son were
seated in tho village inn. Tho father
had partaken liberally of tho homo
browed beer, nnd was warning his son
ngalnst tho evils of intemperance.
"Never drink too much, my son. A
gentleman stops when ho has enough.
To bo drunk Is a disgrace."
"Yos, father, but how can I tell
whon I havo enough or nm drunk?"
The old man pointed with his finger.
"Do you see those two men sitting In
the corner? If you should soo four
men theio, you would be drunk."
Tho boy looked long nnd earnestly.
"Yes, father, but but thero Is only
ono man In that corner." Llppiiv
cott's.
TOO HARD WOR.
TiiWi
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"Ho Was a Dark-Haired, Dark-Eyed
Handsome Young Man."
to furl his wings alone. From tho proc
ess ho looked up into Jeanne's faco.
"Why, Jeanne I" Her eyes woro
bright, bright with unshed tears, and
there was a little flush of bright color
in her chcolcs.
"Oh, I know," sho said, with an un
steady laugh, "It's absurd to bo indig
nant, but I wished oh, how I wished,
when ho was so patronizing and so
sure, that you might havo slipped your
arms into their places and gone curv
ing, circling up, all gold and gleaming,
Into tho air. I know you wouldn't
but I hoped you would."
"Jeanno, dear," ho said, "you'll re
member that always my flight, 1
mean. But, sometimes you'll get to
wondering if it isn't the memory of a
dream. And then you'll go and find
theso old wings in an attic, sorue-
whero, and stroke them with your
hands, tho way you did that night
when I furled them first upon tho lce
floo beside you."
She looked at him quickly, wide
eyed. "What do you mean, Philip? Not
that not that I'm never to see you
fly again?"
He nodded.
"Somehow, up there, with all the
world below mo, it never seemed rent
Even you never seemed real, who
wero tho only real thing in all tha
world. The earth was only a spinning
ball, and there were no such thing as
men. I wasn't a man myself, up thero,
not oven ovon after you had brought
me back to Ufo and given mo a soul
again. Somehow, to be a man ono has
to wear tho shackles ot mankind. I
can't explain it better than that, but I
know It's true."
For a long timo sho searched his
faco In silence.
"You used to Boem a spirit rather
than a man to mo," sho said, "when I
would Ho watching you soaring thoro
above mo. And now now It's I who
brought you down."
"Do you remember how I told you
onco that a man llko your father was
worth a wholo Paradise of angels?
Well. I want to bo a man, Jeanno, as
I near as posslblo such a man ns ho
was. And I want to walk besldo you
always."
A shift of wind from astern over
took them and tho great ensign flap
ped forward, screening thom for a mo
ment where they stood, from tho vlow
of tho rest of the deck. With n sud
den passion of understanding Bhe
clasped him close nnd kissed him.
THE END.
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"You aro charged with having four
tvives living."
"Well, I don't know whether they
aro all living or not, Judge; I can't
keep track of them all."
His Thoughtful Wife.
"I hate to boast," said a Cleveland
lawyer, "but my wife Is ono of tho
most economical women In tho world.
Tho other day she told mo sho needed
a new suit. I said she ought to havo
it, by all means, but asked her not to
spend a big bunch of money without
letting me know about It. Well, tho
next day she said: 'The tailor said he
couldn't make the suit for less than
$150. I thought it was too much, but
told him to go ahead.'
'"Well, I supposo it is all right,' 1
said, 'but why didn't you consult mo
first?' -
" 'Why, dearie, I didn't want to
spend car fare for two visits.'
"I tell you, it's theso little econo
mies that count, eh?"
Flown.
"Tough luck Jlpson had."
"What happened?"
"In order to keep his cook, ho told
her she might have tho uso of his
touring car two afternoons a week."
"Well?"
"Yesterday she eloped with tho
chauffeur."
Expert Advice.
"How long does it tako to learn ta
run an automobile?"
"You'll need about threo days to ac
quaint yourself with tho working parts
of tho machine nnd a week to master
'ho vocabulary."
Dodging bad story tellers Is ono way
of avoiding poor relations.
Herring Always In Lead.
Herrings form tho groatost harvest
of tha ocean. More herrings aro eatea
than any other fish.
BARN DOOR WORTH SAVING
Parmer Dockrldge Rescued It From
the Flames, for It Bore Hie Ao
, ounts for Six Year.
Farr Dockrldge waa hastily awak
wed in tho dead of night by Alf, the
farm -wrant, who told him the barn
m,m. fire. Instructing Alt to blind
ilMltW horse tn& lead them out
;ls.im rUlUMk,4im if there waa
'(, Iranriedly donned his
trousers, rushod into tho kltcbon,
grabbed up a scrow driver and ran
out to tho barn,
Tho root waa burning fiercely, but
ho dashed into the building nnd began
with frantic baste to unscrew the
hinges ot the smooth plno door that
opened into the corn btn.
Alf had succeeded In getting tho
horses out safely, and tho Bparks were
falling round the old man, but he
stuck to hla task until ho had finished
it, and omcrgod from tho burning
barn carrying tho door Just as tho
root fell in.
"That's a good deal of risk to take
for tho sake ot saving a bit of fire
wood," couituentod n neighbor who
had boon awakened by the flames and
had run over to soo it ho could bo ot
any uao.
"FJrowood!" exclaimed Farmer
Dockrldgo, pointing to tho poncil
marks that covered the door. "See
them flggors? There's all my busi
ness accounts for the laat six years.
That door's worth more than tho
whole barnl" London Telegraph,
Find Petrified Women.
In tho courso of tho excavations
which aro still being made at Pompeii
tho body of a petrified woman haa
been discovered. On tho body were
Jewels ot great value, including brace
lets, necklaces, and chatelaines, and
it is assumed from this that their
wearer belongod to the patrician
class. Especially remarkable among
tho Jewels are two clasps, each com
posod ot twenty-one pearls in a clus
ter, Theso clasps havo both an artis
ttstie and an archaeological value, for
nothtng comparablo with them has
been found beforo among tha rulnB ot
Pompeii. Pompeii, on the Neapolitan
Riviera, was founded about 600 B. C,
and down to tho timo ot its destruc
tion, A. D. '79, it was a sort ot Rome-supcr-Mare,
frequented by the aris
tocracy, it not by Caligula and Nero,
in whoso honor it erected triumphal
arches. Fed from the capital with ev
ery luxury and distinction, it Included
temples in which the inhabitants
wero encouraged to make costly sac
rifices. Tho city of Pomiell was near
ly rulnod by earthquako in A. D. '03,
but it had returned to its former gay
ety and licentiousness when tn '79
It was overwhelmed by tho ashes of
Vesuvius.
"Thero goes n man who got what
he wanted for Christmas."
"And what did ho most deBlro?"
"A nlco long nap."
LUCKY MISTAKE.
Grocer Sent Pkg. of Postum and
Opened the Eyes of the Family.
A lady writes from Brookllno, Mass.:
"A packago of Postum was sent me
ono day by mistake.
"I notified tho grocor, but finding
that thero was no coffeo for breakfast
next morning I prepared como of tho
Postum, following tho directions very
carefully.
"It was un immediato success in ray
family, and from that day wo have
tisod it constantly, parents and chil
dren, too for my threo rosy young
sters nro nllowed to drink it freely at
breakfast and luncheon. They think It
delicious, and I would havo a mutiny
on my hands should I omit tho bo
loved beverage.
"My husband used to havo a very
dollcato stomach whllo wo wero using
coffee, but to our surprise his stom
nch has grown strong nnd entirely well
slnco wo quit coffeo nnd havo been on
Postum.
"Noting tho good effects in my fam
ily I wroto to my sister, who was a
coffeo toper, and after much persua
sion got her to try Postum.
"Sho was prejudiced against it nt
first, but when sho presently found
that all tho ailments that coffeo gave
ner left and she got well quickly sho
becamo and remains a thorough and
enthusiastic Postum convert.
"Her nerves, which had become
shattered by tho uso of coffeo have
grown healthy again, and today she la
a new woman, thanks to Postum."
Namo given by Postum Co., Batllo
Creek, Mich., and the "cause why" will
bo found in tho great Uttlo book, "The
Road to Wellvllle," which comes in
Pkgs.
K-r read the nlxne letter? A new
one nppenra from time tn time. Tliey
nre cruulne, true, nnd full f bunum
.Interest.
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