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SYNOPSIS.
Jimnltn Holland, a Philadelphia young
Woman of wealth, on lior Journoy with
her guide, Good Anso Talbott, Into tlio
heart of tho Cumherlands to becomo a
teacher of tho mountain children, folnts
nt tho door of Fletch McNnsh's cabin.
While resting thcro she overhears a talk
between Bail Anso ilavey, chief of his
clan, and ono of his henchmen that ac
quaints Jut with tho Havey-McBrlar feud,
.Jimnltn lias an unprofitable talk with Had
Anse and they become antagonists. Cal
Douglas of the Ilavey clan Is on trial In
I'erll, for the murder of Noah Wyatt, a
McBrlar. In the night Juanlta hears
feudists ride past tho McNash cabin.
Juanlta and Dawn McNash bocomo
friends. Cal Douglas Is acquitted. Nash
Wyatt attempts to kill him but Is him
self killed by tho Havoys. Juanlta goes
to llvo with tho Widow Uvcrson, whose
boys are outsldo tho feud. Milt Mcllrlar.
head of his clan, meets Bad Anso there
and disclaims responsibility for Wyatt's
attempt to kill Douglas. They declaro a
truce, under pressure from Good Anse
Talbott. Juanlta thinks she llnds that
Bad Anso Is opposing her efforts to buy
Jand and build a school. Milt McBrlar
breaks tho truco by having Fletch Mc
Nash murdered. Jeb McNash begs Uad
Anse to tell him who killed his father,
but Is not told. Juanlta and Had Anse
further misunderstand oaeh other. Bad
Anno Is bitter, but tells Juanlta ho does
not light womon nnd will glvo her land If
necessary. Juanlta gets her land and
cabin. Old Bob McQrccgor Incites Jeb
McNash to murder Young Milt McBrlar,
but Jeb refrains ns ho Is not sure Young
Milt is the murderor. Young Milt nnd
Dawn meot Beveral times, resulting In n
demand from Bad Anse that Dawn Icavo
Juanlta's cabin. Juanlta and Good Anso
go to sto Bad Anso, who again says that
the school will fall becativo It has been
started by Juanlta In tho wrong wny
Juanlta begins to understand Had Ansc's
dream of r"gonorntlon for his people.
CHAPTER XIV Continued.
Again Job's faco had bocomo aahon
nnd his muscles woro twitching. Anso
laid n hand on his shoulder, but tho
boy Jorked away and again confronted
his older, whllo his voice broko from
his lips In an excess of passion. "Toll
mo his namo. By God, ho b'longs tor
mo!" m
"No, I ain't goln' Jo tell yo his namo
Just yot, Job," Anso calmly announced.
"Ho ain't in theso parts now. He's loft
tho mountains, an' it wouldn't do yo
much good to know his namo yet.
Two days after ho comes back I'll tell
yo all yo wants to know, an' I won't
try tor hindor yo, but yo must lot tho
children stay ovor thero at the Bchool.
Dawn's heart's set on It, an' it wouldn't
bo fair to' break hor heart."
Tho boy stood trembling in wrath
and indocislon. Finally his volco came
dubiously. "Yo dono give mo yoro
hand onco boforo thot cs soon cs yo
knowed yo'd toll mo an' yo lied tor
mo."
Anso Havoy shook his head with un
ruffled patienco.
"No. I tUdn't llo to yo, Bon. 1 wasn't
suro till after ho loft. I ain't nover
lied to no man,"
A long silence foil on tho room.
Through tho open window camo tho
Bllvory call of n quail In somo distant
thlckot. After a .while tho boy ralsod
his head 'and no'ddod. "I'll givo yo
my nana," no Bald.
When ho loft tho room Juanlta roso
from hor chair.
"Thoro la"no way to thank you, Mr.
Havoy," Bho Bald with a touch of dlffl
donco. "I don't bellovo that two wrongs
over mado ono right. I don't boliovo
that you can win out to law by law
lessness. Ilut I do boliovo you aro
sincoro, and I know that you'ro a
man." -
"And, for my part," ho answerod
slowly, "I think yo'ro Just tryln' to
growian oak troo In a flower pot, an"
it. can't bo dono; I think that all yo
can do is to brood dlscontont an' In
theso hills dlscontont is dangerous.
But I ain't hlndorln' your school nn'
I don't 'low to. Vo'll find out for your
Bolf that it's a failure an' quit at your
own behest."
"I shan't quit." sho assured him, but
this timo Bho smiled as sho said it.
'"I am going ahead, and in tho end I
am going to undormlno tho rogime of
foud and illiteracy; that Is, I and
othors liko mo. But can't wo fight tho
thing out bb if It woro a clean game?
Can't wo bo frlondly adversaries?
You'vo boon very goncrous, and I'vo
been a bigoted llttlo fool, but can't you
forgivo mo nnd bo friends?"
Ho straightened and his faco hard
ened again, nnd slowly ho shook his
head. His voico was very grnvo and
uncompromising, though without dis
courtesy. "I'm afraid It's a llttlo too
lato for that."
Juanita slowly ikow back tho hand
sho had extended and hor cheeks
flushed crimson. It was tho first timo
in hor llfeM-bat sho had mado an un
solicited proffer of friendship and it
bad boenrobuffed.
"Oht" sho' murmured in n dnzod,
hurt volco in which was no anger!
Then sho smiled. "Then thoro's noth
ing olso to say. except to thank you a
thousand times."
"Yo needn't havo no unonslnoss
about my tryln to hinder yo," ho as
sured hor slowly. "I ain't your ono
my an' I ain't your friend. I'm Just
lookln' on, an' I don't hnyo no faith
in your success."
"Don't you fool that changes must
come?" sho questioned a little timidly.
"Thoy havo corao ovorywhoro olso."
"They will como." His volco again
roso vehemently. "But they'll bo mado
my way our way, not yours, ThcBo
hills sba'n't always bo a reproach to
tho state of Kentucky. Thoy'ro goln'
to bo her prldo somo day."
"That's all I" exclaimed tho girl,
FACTS WORTH KNOWING
You can't cBtiruato tho amount of
monoy a man has by looking at him.
But a view of his wlfo will enable
you to como close nlno times out of
ten.
Making butter Loxes from hoop pine
is becoming a r'g business in Aus
tralia. Now factories with modern
machinery aro starting. Tho locally
made boxes aro much cheapor than
thq imported ones, Australia export
ed $17,350,000 worth of butter in 1913.
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flinging nt him a glanco of absoluto ad
miration. "I don't caro who does It, so
long ns It's dono right. You'vo got to
seo sooner or later that wo'ro working
to tho samo end. You may not bo my
friend, but I'm going to bo yours."
"I'm obleeged to yo." Ho spoko
gravely nnd, turning on IiIb heel loft
tho room by tho back door.
As chanco would havo it, Young
Milt rodo by her plnco tho next day.
Sho know ho would como back tho
samo way, nnd that afternoon, ns ho
wns returning, sho intercepted him bo-
yond tho turn of tho road. With tho
foreign courtesy learned abroad, ho
lifted his hat and dismounted.
Juanlta had nlwnys rather liked
Young Milt. Tho cloar fearlessness of
his eyes gave him a certain attractive
ness, nnd his fnco hnd bo fnr escaped
tho clouding voll of sullenness which
she so often saw.
At first sho wns a llttlo confused ns
to how to npproach tho Bubject, nnd
tho boy rolled n clgarotto as ho stood
respectfully waiting.
"Milt," sho said at last, "pleaBO don't
mlBunderstand mo. It's not because I
want to, but I'vo got to ask you to glvo
mo n promise. You Bee, I need your
help."
At thnt tho hnlf smllo left tho boy's
lips and a half frown camo to his oyes.
"I reckon I know whlit yo mean," ho
said. "Young Job, ho'B asked yo tor
warn mo off. Why don't Job carry his
own messnges?"
"Milt," sho gravely reminded him,
resting her hand for n moment on his
coatslcovo, "it's moro serious than
that. Job oidercd mo to send his sis
tor back to tho cabin. You aro hav
ing an education. I want her to havo
ono. Sho has tho right to it. I lovo
her very dearly, Milt, and If you aro
a friend you won't rob her of hor
chanco."
Tho boy's oyes flashed.
"An' yo'ro goln' tor send hor back
thar tor dwell amongst them rnzorback
hawgs an' houn'-dnwgs an' fleas?" ho
demanded spiritedly.
"That depends on you. Job Is tho
head of his family. I can't keep hor
without his consent. I had to promlso
him that you shouldn't visit her."
For a moment tho heir to tho Mc
Brlar leadership stood twisting tho too
of his heavy boot In tho dust and ap
parently contemplating tho llttlo rings
it stamped out. Then ho ralBed his
eyes and contemplatively studied the
crosts of ridges softoning with the
coming of Bunsot.
At last ho inquired, "What lies Dawn
got tor say?"
"Dawn hasn't said much," Juanlta
faltered, remembering tho girl's tirade,
then sho' confessed: "You boo, Milt,
"Tell Me His Name. By God, He Be
longs to Mel"
Just now Dawn is thinking of horsolt
ns a Havoy and of you iib a Mnnrinr
All I nsk Ib that you won't try to boo
uur wuiio sues hero at tho school
not, at nil cvontB. until thin nrn ,u
feront."
Tho boy wns wrestllne with ...,n.
unwillingness to bo coerced.
Au' lot Dawn think thnt i..
brother skoerod mo oft?" ho questioned
at. insi witii a noto of rising defiance
"Dawn sba'n't think thnt. Hhn o,n
know that you havo acted with n gon-
iiumuii a Bonorosity, Milt nnd bocauso
i vo nsKou you to do It."
"Hain't I good enough tor koop com
pany with Fletch McNnsh's gal?" The
lad was already porsuaded, but hla
stubbornness fired this parting shot.
"It's not a question of thnt, Milt, and
you know It," doclared Juanlta. "it's
Just that ono of your peoplo killed ono
of his. lut yoursolt in Job'a placo"
Still for a whllo tho boy stood thero
scowling down at tho ground, but at
last ho raised his faco and nodded
"It's a bargain, ma'am, but mind I
only says I won't aeo hor hyar. Somo
uuy i ii iuuku juu pay ror it.
Ho mountod nnd rodo away whllo
tho lazy, hazy Bwootness of tho smoky
Each collogo In tho western mr,t.
onco awards an annual modal to tho
young man who is doomed best round
ed, athletically nnd Intellectually, on
his graduation. Tho youth who has
Just boon so honorod nt Mlnnosota is
named Bolcslaus Rosenthal,
Although Chelsea, London, was
transformed Into n district of Ideal
flats by tho lato Lord Cadogan, It will
nlwnyB bo roniombored ns Us former
picturesque self through tho litho
graphs of Whlatlor nnd thousands of
other old prints and paintings.
-i IMI 9Knrz&iiw I it
mists hung splendidly to tho ridges
and tho sunsot flamed at his back.
Juanlta nover know what details of
tho incident camo to Old Milt's cars,
but when next tho head of tho house
passed hor on tho road ho spoko with
a diminished cordiality, and when sho
stopped him ho commented: "I hear
yo'ro a-runnln' a Havoy school ovor
thar now. Llttlo Milt tolls mo yo
warned him offen yoro placo."
Sho tried to cxnlaln. and tlinucrh ho
pretended to accept all sho said in
good humor, sho know in her heart
sho had mado a powerful and bitter
enemy.
Ono afternoon Anso Havoy, wnndor
ing through tho timber on his own
sldo of tho rldgo, camo upon n lono
hunter, nnd when ho drow near it
proved to bo young Milt McBrlar.
"Mornln', Milt," said Havoy. "I didn't
know yo ovor went huntln ovor hero.''
Tho boy, who In foud etiquette was a
trespasser, mot tho scrutiny with a
lovol glanco.
"I was a-gunnin' for boomers," ho
said, using tho local phraso for red
squirrels of tho IiIIIb. "I reckon I
hnin't hardly got no license tor go gun
nln' on yoro land."
Anso Havoy sat down on n loe nnd
looked up nt tho boy Btendlly. At last
no saiu gravely:
"Hunt ns much as yo liko, Milt, only
bo heedful not to start no flros."
Milt nodded and turned to go, but
tho older man called him back.
"I want to havo a word with yo,
Milt," ho said soberly. "I ain't never
heard that neither tho McBrlars nor
tho Havoys countenanced sottln flro
to dwellln'-houses, havo you?"
"I don't know what yo means," re
sponded the boy, and tho gaze that
passed between them was that of two
men who can look direct into any oyo.
"I 'lowed It would astonish yo," went
on Anso. "Back of tho now school
houso that's still full of shavln's an'
looso timber thoro's a llttlo stretch of
dry woods that comes right down to
tho back door. Somebody has dono
laid a trail of shavln's an' leaves in
tho brush thcro an' soaked 'em with
coal-oil. Somo feller alms to burn
down thnt schoolhouso tonight."
"Did yo tell Miss Holland?" demand
ed Milt in a voico of deep anxiety.
"No, I ain't named it to hor." Bad
Anso said with seeming Indifference
in his face, at which the lad's blood
boiled.
"Does yo aim ter sot hyar an' let her
placo git burnt un?" ho snannod out
wrathfully. "Because If yo does, I
uon i." v
Anso Ilavey laughed.
"Well, no," ho replied; "I didn't aim
to do that."
Suddenly ho roso.
"What I did aim to do, Milt, was
this: I aimed to go down thoro tonight
with enough fellers to handle either
tho flro or whoever startB it. I aimed
to see who was doln' a trick like that.
Will you go with mo?"
"Me?" echoed Milt in astonishment.
This Idea of the two factions acting In
consort was n decided Innovation. It
might bo n trnp. Suddenly tho boy de
manded: "Why don't yo ask pap?"
"I don't ask your pap nothing." In
Hav.cy's reply was a quick and trucu
lent snap that rarely camo into his
voice. "I'm nskln' you, an' you enn
tako my proposition or leavo it. That
house-burner is goln' to die. If he's ono
of my peoplo I want to know It. If ho'B
ono of your peoplo you ought to feol
tho snino way. Will you go with mo?"
Tho boy considered tho nronosal for
a time in silence. Dawn would bo In
danger! At last ho said gravely:
"lilt sounds liko a fair proposition.
I'll go along with yo, an' meantime I'll
keop any own counsel."
CHAPTER XV.
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Anso Hnvoy had been looklnc abend.
When old Milt McBrlar had nnld
"Them Haveys 'lows thet I'd cross hell
on a rotten plank tor do 'om injury"
ho had shot closo to tho mark. Bad
Anso know that the qulot-vlsagcd old
murder lord could no moro free himself
from guile nnd deceit than tho rattler
can separato Itself from tho poison
which Impregnates Its fangs and nn
turo. When he had taken Milt's hand, seal
ing tho truce, ho had not been bo
gulled, but realized that tho compact
was only strategy and wns totally in
slncoro. Yot in Young Milt ho saw
possibilities. Ho wns accustomed to
rely on his own Judgment, and ho rec
ognized n clenn and sterling strain In
tho younger McBrlar
Ho hated tho breed with a hatred
that was HcBh of his flesh and bono of
his bono, but with an oyo of prophecy
ho foresaw tho day when n disrupted
mountain community must fnll asun
der UnlOBS nntlVO sons cnnlil nnltn
against tho conquest of lowhiud greed.
Ho could never trust Old Milt, but ho
hoped that ho and Young Milt, who
would somo day succeed to his fa
ther's authority, might stand togothor
In that Inevitable crisis.
This Idea had for n long timo boon
vnguoly tnklng shnpo In his mind, and
when ho mot Young Milt in the woods
nnd proposed uniting to savo Juanlta's
school ho wns laying tho corncrstono
for that future alllnnco.
At sunset Young Milt camo, and ho
camo without having spoken of his
purposo nt home, Tho night wns sharp
and moonless, with no light save that
which enmo from tho coldly, glittering
stnrs, nnd AnBo and Young Milt
crouched for hours, kneo to knoo in tho
dead thlckots, keoplng watch.
At last thoy both saw a creoplng flg
uro which was only a vnguo shadow
moving among shadows, nnd they
poerod with straining oyes and raised
rifles. But tho shadow fell vorv still.
and Blnco It was only by Its movement
that they could detect It, thoy waited
in vnln.
What hint of being watched was
FROM ALL PARTS
Thoro are 20,000 kinds of butorllles.
Cats woro domesticated in Egypt as
early as 1C00 B. C.
Ono species of whlto ant producos
80,400 eggs a day,
Shakospearo makeB 10 allusions to
boots, 32 to shoes ,and sovon to slip
pers and pumps.
Men In England gonerally marry
botweon tho ages of twonty-nlno and
thirty, women botweon th agcB of
twenty-six nnd twonty-soven.
given out no ono could say. Tho woods
woro quiet, nnd tho two kneeling llg
ures In the laurel mndo no sound. Tho
other men, waiting nt their separated
posts, were equally Invisible nnd noise
less, but some lntanglblo premonition
had como to tho shadow which had
lost Itself In the impenetrable black
ness and began Its retreat with its ob
ject unaccomplished.
Young Ml) went back to his house
in the cold mists of dawn. No shot bad
been flred, no face recognized, but tho
Hnvoy and tho McBrlar both know
that the school had been saved by
their Joint vigilance.
Somo days later the news of that
night watch leaked through to Jerry
Everson, who bore tho tidings to Juan
lta, and she wrote a note to Anse Ila
vey nsklng him to como ovor nnd let
her express her thnnks In person.
Tho mall rider brought her a brief
reply penned in a hand of copybook
caro.
I don't tako any credit. I only did what
any other man would do, and young Milt
McBrlar did as much as I did. Thank
him If you want to. It would only bo
awkwnrd for mo to como over there.
Itcspectfully. ANSK HAVEY.
Old Milt McBrlar heard of his son's
part In tho watching of tho school nnd
brooded blackly as ho gnawed at the
stem of his pipe, but ho said nothing.
Tho boy had been sent awny to college
nnd hnd hnd every advnntnge. Now
ho had unwittingly but none tho less
surely, turned his riflo on one of his
father's hirelings bent on his father's
work, for tho oil-soaked kindling had
been laid at Old Milt's command.
Tho thing did not tend to make the
leader of tho McBrlars partial to tho
innovations from down below.
Ono day, when Junnlta went down to
the post ofllce, which nestled unob
trusively behind the single counter of
tho shack store at tho gnp, she found
a letter directed In a hand which sot
her heurt beating and revived many
old memories.
Sho climbed to tho crest, sat down
under tho poplar, and began to read
the letter from tho man sho had sent
away.
Ho said thnt he hnd mado n sincere
effort to reconcile himself to her deci
sion which exiled him. Tho effort hnd
failed. Ho had been to tho Mediter
ranean and the East. His letter con
cluded. Can you not And It In your heart to bo
touched by my devotion Not only happi
ness, but peuco dwells where you are,
and I am coming to you.
Do not forbid me, for I nm coming any
way. I am coming because I must; be
cause I lovo you.
Sho Bat for a long timo gazing off at
tho distances and shivered a little in
tho bito of tho raw air. Then sho
looked up and saw a figure at her side.
It was Bad Anso Havey. ,
Ho bowed and stripped off his coat,
which, without asking permission, he
threw around her shivering shoulders.
"I didn't aim to intrude on. ye," he
Bald slowly. "I didn't know yo was up
here. Do yo come often?"
"Very often," sho answered, folding
tho letter and putting it back into its
envelope. "When I first came to tho
Widow Everson's I discovered this
tree, and It 'seemed to beckon to me to
como up. Look!" She roso and point
ed off with n gnuntleted hand. "I can
stand hero and see tho fortifications of
my two enemies. There is your place
and thero is Milt McBrlar's."
Sho smiled with unconscious arch
ness. "But I'm not going to let you bd
my enemy any more," sho went on.
"I'vo decided thnt you havo got to be
my friend, whother you want to bo or
not and what I decide upon must be."
Bad Anse Havey stood looking into
her eyes with tho disconcerting steadi
ness of gazo that sho always found it
dllllcult to sustain, but his only re
sponse was a sober "I'm obleeged to
ye." .
Perhaps that letter, with its old re
minders had brought back a little of
tho old self's Innocent coquetry. She
stood with hor gloved hands in tho
deep pockets of her sweater Jacket
with his coat hanging from her shoul
ders. About her deep-violet eyes and
sensitive lips lurked n subtle appeal
for friendship perhaps, though she
did not know it for love.
"I .havo behaved abominably to you,
Mr. Havey." Bho confessed. "It's nnt
urnl that you should refuse mo forgive
ness." For a moment her eyes danced
and sho looked up, challengingly, into
his fnce. "But it's natural, too, that I
should refuse to let you refuse. Wo
aro going to be friends. I am going to
smash your old feud to splinters and
I'm going to bent you, nnd Just tho
samo wo are going to bo friends."
Again his reply wns brief.
"I'm obleeged to ye."
"You hnvo been very good to mo,"
sho went on, nnd tho noto of banter
left her voico; "and you refused to let
me thank you."
For n moment ho was silent, then ho
roplled awkwardly: "I reckon it's pret
ty easy to bo good to you." Aftor thnt
sho heard him saying in a very soft
voice:
"Ono of tho first things I remembers
is bolng fotched up hero by mammy
when I was a splndlln' llttlo chap. Sho
used to bring mo up hero nnd tell me
Indlnn stories. Sometimes my pappy
came with us, but mostly It was Just
my mammy an' mo."
"Your father was a soldier, wasn't
ho?" sho asked.
"Yes. He was a captain In Morgan's
command. When tho war ended ho
como on back hero an' relapsed I
reckon I'd oughtcr bo right smart
nshnmed of that, but somehow I'm tol'
ttblo proud of It. Ho 'lowed that what
was good enough for his folks waa
good enough for him"
Ho broko off suddenly and a smllo
camo to his faco; n remarkably nalvo
and winning smllo, tho girl thought.
.Striking nn nttltude, ho ndded In n
tone of mock seriousness nnd perfect
lowlnnd English, without n trace of
Jnpanoso banks rccontly lowered in
terest lateB.
Mount Sangny, in South Amoricn,
has been in constant eruption since
1728.
Tho troublo which a wealthy resi
dent of BrltlBh Columbln encountered
at Ellis Island becnuso ho limped, tho
result of rhoumntism, auggosta tlio
problem this country will havo when
tho war is ovor. What will bo dono
with noncltlzonB who htvo provlously
been In the United Stntos if thoy try
to return as cripples?
dialect: "I beg your pardon, Miss Hol
land. I mean thnt whnt wns sufficient
ly good for his environment nppoared
adequato to him,"
i Tho girl's laughter penled out In the
cool nlr, nnd she said with an after
noto of surprlso: "Why, Mr. Hnvey,
you didn't speak like a mountain man
then. I thought I was listening to n
'furriner.' "
He nodded his head nnd the smile
died from his lips. Into his eyes camo
tho look of Bteady rcBolvo which wns
willing to flght for an Idea.
"1 Just did that to show yo that I
could. If I wanted to, I reckon I could
talk as good English as you. I reckon
yo won't hardly hear mo do it no
more."
"But why?" sho Inquired In perplex
ity. "I reckon It sounds kinder rough an'
Ign'rant to ye, this mountain speech.
Well, to me It's music. U'b tho
language of my own people an' my own
hills. I loves it, It don't make no
dlff'renco to mo that It's bad grammar
Young Milt Went Eack to His House
In the Cold Mlst3 of Dawn.
Birds don't sing so sweet when yo
teaches 'em new tunes. To my ears
tho talk of down below is hard nn' un
natural. I don't like the ways nor tho
speech of tho flat countries. I'll have
none of It. Besides, I belongs here, an'
If I didn't talk like they do my people
wouldn't trust me." Ho paused a mo
ment, then ndded: "I'd hnte to havo
my people not trust mo. So If yo don't
mind) I reckon I'll go on talkln' as I
learnt to talk."
Sho noddea her head. "I see," Bhe
snld quietly.
"What do yo nlm to call this school?"
ho aBked suddenly.
"Why. I thought I'd call it tho Hol
land school," sho answered, and when
ho shook his head and said "Don't do
It," she colored.
"I didn't mean to name it for my
self, of course," sho explained. "I
wanted to call it after my grandfather.
Ho always wanted to do something for
education hero In tho Kentucky hills."
"I didn't mean to find no fault with
tho namo of Holland," he told her
gravely. "That's as good a name as
any. But don't call It a school. Call
It a college."
"But," she demurred, "It's not going
to bo a college It's just a school."
Again tho boyish smllo camo to his
face and seemed to erase ten years
from his ago. His manner of speech
made her feel thnt they were sharing
n secret.
"That don't mako any difference,"
ho assured her. "Mountain folks aro
all mighty proud an' touchy. I
shouldn't bo astonished If somo gray
haired folks camo to study the primer.
They'll come to college all right, but
it wouldn't hardly be dignified to go to
school. If you want to get 'cm yo must
needs call It a college."
Tho girl looked at him again nnd
said in a soft volco: "You aro always
teaching mo things I ought to know.
Thank you."
Juanlta stood as ho left her and
watched him striding down tho slope
On his part ho went back to bis houso
and found It suddenly dark and cheer
less and unsatisfying.
Into tho soul of Bad Anso Havey had
como a now element, and the prophet
which was In him could seo n new
menace; n necessity for curbing tho
grip of this now drenm which might
easily outgrow nil his other dreams
nnd bring torture to his henrt. Here
wns a woman of fine fiber and delicnte
culture in whoso eyes he might nt best
bo nn interesting barbarian. Between
them lay nil tho Impassable barriera
that quarantined tho tangled cove8 of
tho mountains from tho valleys of
tho rich lowlands. Botweon their lives
nnd viewpoints lay tho samo lrrecon
cllablo differences.
And yot her Imago was haunting him
ns ho went his wny, nnd in his heart
waB awakening an ncho and a rap
ture. On several of her buildings now the
hnmmers wero busy ahlngllng the
roofs. Her Influence grew nnd spread
nmong the simple folk to whom sho
wns unostcntntlously ministering nn
Influence with which the old order
must some day reckon.
Anso Havey set his faco ngninst
crossing her threshold with much tho
same resolution that Ulysses stuffed
his ears against tho siren song nnd
yot with remnrknblo frequency they
climbed nt tho samo timo from oppo
site directions nnd met by tho poplar
treo on tho rldgo.
"It's tho wrong notion," ho told het
obstinately, when her enthusiasm '
s
CONDENSATIONS
Greeco has 5,000,000 peoplo.
Snails havo no senso of sight.
Jnpan is producing artificial coffee.
Toronto last yoar collected $10,437,
000 in tnxos.
Earthquakos nre most sevoro whoro
thoy nro most frequent.
Tho sun glvos 000,000 tlmos tho
light thnt n full moon does.
Nearly 3.000 tons of copper were
used In building tho "oceantooceun
tolophone.
broko from hor. "It's teachln things
that's goln' tor mnko tho children
ashamed of their cnblns nn their folks
It's goln' ter mako 'em Want things yo
can't hardly glvo 'em. "j"
"Go to nny cabin in these hills an
yo'll find tho pinch of poverty, but yo
won't And shamo for that poverty In
none of 'em. Wo nln't got bo mnny
virtues hero maybe, but we'vo got a
few. Wo can wear our privations liko
a uniform that wo ain't ashamed of
yea, an' mako a kind of virtue out of
it."
"I'm not out of sympathy with that,"
sho argued; "I think it's Bplendld."
"All right," ho answered; "but nfter
yo'vo tnught 'em n few things they
won't think it's splendid. Yo'll breed
discontent nn then yo'll go nwny, nn'
nil yo'll have dono will be to havo
knocked their one simplo vlrtuo down
'round their ears."
"How many times do I havo to tell
you I'm not going away?" demanded
the girl hotly. "Just watch mo."
Again ho shook his head, and Into
his eyes camo n look of sudden pain.
"I reckon yo'll go," he Bald. "All good
things go. Tho birds quit wh'en winter
comes an tho flowers go."
So, In nn Impersonal way, they kept
up their Bemblanco of a duel and
mocked each other.
CHAPTER XVI.
In an offlco which overlooks tho gray
stone courthouse In Louisvlllo sat a
youngish man of somewhat engaging
countenance. In tho small anteroom
of his sanctum was a young woman
who hammered Industriously on a type
writer and told most of tho visitors
who called that Mr. Trevor was out.
That was because most of thoso who
camo boro about them tho unmistak
able hall-mark of creditors. Mr. Tre
vor's list of creditors would have made
as long n scroll as his list of business
activities.
Yet for all theso enres Mr. Trevor
wns just now sitting with his tan
shoes propped on his broad desk, and
his face was untroubled. He was ono
of theso Interesting gentlemen who
give a touch of color to the monotony
of humdrum life. Mr. Trevor wns a
soldier of fortune who sold not his
sword, but the very keen and flexible
blade of his resourceful brain.
Uoger Malcolm of Philadelphia know
him only as the pleasant chance ac
quaintance of an evening Bpent in a
New York club.
He had Impressed the Easterner as
a most fascinating fellow who seomed
to havo engaged in largo enterprises
here nnd thero over the face of tho
globe. So when Mr. Malcolm present
ed his card in the ofllce anteroom the
young woman at tho machine gave him
one favoring glance and did not say
Mr. Trevor was out.
"So you are going to penetrate tho
wilds vof the Cumberlands, are you?"
Inquired Mr. Trevor In his pleasing
voice, as ho grasped his visitor's hand.
"Tell njo Just where you mean to go
and I'll tell you how to do it with tho
feast difficulty. The least difficult down
there is plenty."
"My objective," replied Mr. Malcolm,
"Is a placo nt the headwaters of a
creek called Tribulation, somo thirty
miles from a town called Peril."
"I know tho places and their
names fit them. I'd offer to go with
you, but I'm afraid I wouldn't prove a
benefit to you. I'm non grata with Bad
Anse Havey, Esquire, and Mr. Milton
McBrlar, who aro the local dictators."
Mr. Malcolm laughed.
"In passing," ho said, "I dropped In
to talk over tho coal development
proposition which you said would In
terest me."
Mr. Trevor reached Into his desk
and brought out several maps.
"Tho tentacles of tho railroads aro
reaching In hero and there," ho began
with the promoter's suave eaBe of man
ner. "It Is a region which enterprise
enn no longer nfford to neglect, nnd
tho best field of nil Is ns yet virgin nnd
untouched."
"Why did you drop tho enterprlso
yourself?" inquired his visitor.
"I didn't hnve the cnpltnl to BWlng
it. Of course, if It interests you nnd
your associates it can bo put
through."
Mnlcolm nodded. "I am going pri
marily by way of making a visit," ho
said. "I meant to go before you roused
my interest in your proposition, and it
occurred to me that I might combine
business with pleasure."
The promoter looked up with a shade
of surprise.
"You have friends out thero In that
God-forsaken tangle?" ho( Inquired.
"God help them!"
"A lady whom I havo known for a
long whllo is establishing a school
there "
With tho .mention of the lady Mal
colm's volco took on an uncommunica
tive noto, and Mr. Trevor at onco
changed the topic to coal and timber.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Solomon as Naturalist.
Thcro Is an odd reluctance upon
tho part of many people to go. to tho
ant, tho water-bug, tho beetle and oth
er "Invertebrate" or backbonoless
creatures, to consider their ways and
be wiso. bolomon was a learned nat
uralist of his day and perhaps the
llrst animal behavlorlst of all timo.
Not alono ants and bees taught him
much, but all insects, beasts of tho
Held and birds of tho air contributed
to his wisdom. If Solomon weroalivo
today, ho would moro than glory In
tho domain of experimental research
into tho behavior of tho lower crea
tures. Ho would no doubt wrlto a
down-to-dato volumo of provorba
founded upon tho terming abilities,
tho memory and tho behavior in gen
e.al of fleas, llco, tiles, gnats nnd
othc Insects.
An Italian university professor
claims to hafo found radium in or
dinary dow.
Tho development of wator power In
Norway has made electricity cheaper
than steam in that country.
Britain's big naval guns aro fitted
with telescopes, to enable the gunnor
to havo a cloar view of tho object to
bo hit.
A manof-war'B gunroom is so called
merely bocauso tho gunnors used to
take care of It, It is tho room whero
Junior officers pass sparo timo.
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DESIGN MUST FIT THE SITE
House Improperly Adjusted Will Of
ten Mar the Effect of Otherwise
Pretty Street.
A typo of houso that is sultablo for
almost any suburban locality is tho
framo house, with the exterior walls
of clapboards or shingles. In building
a frame houso, however, it Is neces
sary to havo a design that la fitted
for tho site. With elthor clapboards
or shingles, an exposed foundation of
brick or stone Is correct. Solid con
crete, as well as tho stucco finish on
n woodon framo, also lend themselves
to certain styles of architectural work.
Anothor attractive combination Is
tho first story of concrete or stucco
with an uppor story of shingles. A
good combination is a dark red stucco
lower story with green or weathered
shingles above. Tho root of this
typo of house Bhould bo tile and
Bhould bo of n sloping nnd rambling
construction so as to bring Into play
all tho color In tho roof material to
offsot tho upper story of tho houso.
Building Age. fl
SIGNAL CALLS THE POLICE
New York City Experimenting With
New Idea That Seems to Have
Practical Value. '
Tho uso of a signal post for calling
tho patrolman to the telephone for
communication with headquarters is
an experiment now being tried in New
York city, reports
Popular Mechan
ics. Tho post Is
placed at tho
street corner so
that it can bo
seen down each,
of tho intersect
ing Btrcets. It is
equipped with an.
electric light hav
ing five lenses,
ono lens being di
rected along each
of tho atreetaand
ono toward tho
pavement under
tho post. Inca8
tho headquarters
wishes to com
munlcato with a
patrolman, tho
light is turned on
by means of a
connection on tho
switchboard at
headquarters, and
is practically cer
tain to be seen
by tho pntrolm?
as he crosses any one of tho lnte
sccting streets In wnlking his beat.
The lamp is so arranged that It is
visible by day as well ne by night.
Tho signal post Is provided with a
telephone and also with n "citizens'
push button," with which anyone need
ing a policeman can turn on the light
and summon ono to his aid.
. School Playgrounds.
Every country school could havo Its
playgrounds somo placo for tho kid
dles to play; and -gradually, as tho
need nroso nnd tho interest increased,
equipment could bo added and much
could bo dono for tho betterment of
tho children ot tho rural school. With
tho proper teacher (or perhaps a
neighborhood volunteer a day or so
a week) games could be added to tho
regular school program, and who shall
say that tho boys nnd tho girls nro
not each learning through their gnmes
and play tho most valuablo lessons In
citizenship and their future work in
tho world? Edwlna Mary Layman,
Colorado Agricultural College, Fort
Collins, Colo.
Move for Cleaner Towns.
Moro than 5,000 towns aro said to
have enlisted In a "clean-up-and-palnt-up"
movement originated in St.
Louis two years ngo. Particulars are
furnished by Allen W. Clark, chnlr-
innh of tho natlonnl clean-up-nnd-
pnlnt-up bureau, St. Louis. Mr. Allen
credits tho editors of tho local news
papers with being "tho ono most im
portant factor In spreading tho gos
pel of cleanliness, thrift and civic
prido In tho campaigns of last year."
Efficiency.
Tho answers to correspondents edi
tor was in a quandary.
"Hero's a communication from a
woman who wants to know how long
it takes to do up a shirt," ho said.
"That depends on tho laundry," vol
unteered tho sporting editor. "Tho
ono I patronize will do up a shirt In
about threo waBhtngs." Judge.
Platinum.
Tho world's supply of platinum
comes mostly from tho Ural moun
tains, In Russia, and has been de
creased by tho European war. In 1909
tho world's output of crude platinum
was 198,330 troy ounces, of which
190,087 camo from Russia. Platinum
Is found also in Canada, New South
1 Wales, Colombia, Borneo nnd Sumatra,
nnd In tho states of California, Oregon
and Wyoming. Tho annual output of
crudo platinum In tho United States
la nbout 700 troy ounces.
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As Indicated.
Jnck Miss Overten told mo her ago (
today.
Fred What waa It?
Jack If what Bho told mo Is right .
sho must havo been born on her flf- f
toonth birthday. r
The Deadly Tick.
Charles What's tho matter with
your wrist?
Clarence Oh, a tick buried ltsolf
there.
"Oh, did It escape from your wrist
watrh?"
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