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r NORTH PLATTE SEMI-WEEKLY TRIBUNE. n " 1 1 WebsterMarass CHAPTER IV Continued. "Blast the luck." Hilly Gcnry growled, "tho old sinner Isn't here. By tho wny, do you happen to have a Ills Dolores Itucy nbonrd?" Dolores' pricked up her llttlo enrs. "What possible Interest could this utranger hnve In her goings or com ings? "You picked a winner this time. Bill." she honnl tho purser sny. "Stateroom sixteen, bont-deck, star board side. You'll probably find her there, packing to go ashore." Thanks," Billy replied nnd Btopped out of the purser's olllcc. Dolores turned and faced him. "r am Miss Buey," she announced. "I heard you asking for mo." Her eyes carried the query she had not put Into words: "Who nro you, and what ilo you want?" Billy snw and under stood, and on the Instant a wave ot desolation surged over him. So this was tho vision he had volun teered to meet aboard La Estrcllltn, and by specious He and hypocrltlc mien, turn her back from the portals of Buenaventura to thnt dear old United States, which, Billy suddenly rocallcd with poignant pain, Is a Siz able country In which a young lady may very readily be.lost forever. With tho quick oyo of youth, ho noted that Dolores was perfectly wonderful In a white tlannel skirt and Jacket, white buck boots, whlto panama hat with n COrgcoitB puggnreo, n mannish llhle llnon collar, and a red four-ln-hand tie. From under that white hat peeped a profusion of crinkly brown hair with a Bllghtly reddish tinge to It; her eyes wero big nnd brown and wide apart, with golden .leeks In them; their glance mot Billy's hungry Raze simply, directly, and with a curiosity there was no attempt to hide. Her nose was patrician ; her beautiful short up per lip rovealed tho tips of two per fect, mllk-whlto front teeth: she was, Billy Geary told himself, a goddess before whom all low, worthless, ornery fellows like himself should grovel nnd llo happy, If porchanco she might bo no minded ns to walk on their faces I Ho was nroused from his critical In ventory when tho hourl spoko again: "You haven't answerod my question, Blrl" "No," said Billy, "I didn't. .Stupid of me, too. However, come to think of It, you didn't ask me any question. You looked It. My name Is Genry William H. Geary, by profession n mining engineer and by nature nn Ignoramus, nnd I have called to de liver some disappointing nowa regard ing Henrietta Wllklns." "Is she H "Sho Is. Very much alive and In ex cellent health or rather was, the last tltuo It wns my pleasure and privilege to call pn the dear lady. But she Isn't In Buenaventura now." Mentally Billy osked God to forgive hlro his blnck benrted treachery to this winsome girl. Ho loathed the task he had planned arfd foisted upon himself, and noth ing but the memory of Mother Jenks' FVou Haven't Answered My Question." manifold ktndnosses to him In a day, thanks to Jack Wohstor, now happily behind him, could huvo Induced him to go through to tho finish. "Why, where Is 8ho7" Dolores queried, and Billy could hnve wept at the fright In those lovely brown eyeB, He waved his hand ulrlly. "Qulen iinbe?" ho said. "She loft three weeks ago for New Orleans to visit you dare any you passed ench other on tho rond liore, hero, Miss Ruoy, don't ry." He took a recess of three minutes, rhllo Dolores dabbed her eyes nnd went through sundry other motions of bolng bravo. Then ho proceeded with bis nefarious recital. "When yourvnblegram.arrlved, Miss Ruey, naturally Mrs. Wllklns wns not hero to receive It, and ns I was tho only person who had her address, tho table agent roferrcd It to mo. Under he circumstance, not knowing where CEMIb. III" II ImnM 1 " By PETER B. KYNE Author of "Cappy Ricka," "The Valley of tho I could reach you with a cable Inform ing you that Mrs. Wllklns was headed for California to see you, I had no other alternative but to let matters take their course. I decided you might arrive on Ln Estrcllltn, so I called to welcome you to our thriving little city, nnd, ns n friend of nbout two min utes' stnndlng, to wnrn you away from' it." Billy's mien, as ho voiced this warning, wns so singularly mysteri ous that Dolores' curiosity was aroused Instantly nnd rose superior to her grief. "Why, what's the mat ter?" she demanded. Billy loked around, as If fenrful of being overhenrd. He lowered his voice. "We're going to hnve one grand llttlo first-class revolution," he re plied. "It's due to bust almost any night now, nnd when It docs, tho streets of San Buennventurn will run red with blood." Dolores blanched. "Oh, denrle me," she qunvered. "Do they still havo revolutions here? You know, Mr. Genry, my poor father was killed In one." "Yes, nnd the snmo old political crn r ry Hint- a tint litm la af 111 nn fluntr . (.111(1 nimv iiiiii ll nnn wi rv( Billy warned her. "It would be high ly dangerous for a Buey, man or wom an, to show his or her nose around Buennventurn nbout now. Besides, Miss Buoy, thnt1 Isn't the worst," he continued, for a whole-henrtcd lad was Billy, who never did nnythlng by halves. "The city Is reeking with cholera," ho declared. "Cholera I" Dolores' big brown eyes grew bigger with wonder nnd concern, "now strnngo the port authorities didn't wnrn us at Now Orleans I" , "TIshI Tush I Fiddlesticks and then some. The fruit company censors everything, Miss Ruey, and tho news doesn't get out." "But tho port doctor Just said the passengers could go nshore." "What's n human llfo to a doctor? Besides, he's on tho slush-fund pny roll and does whatever the hlgherups tell him. You bo guided by what I tell you, Miss Buey, and do not set foot on Sobrnntenn soil. If you stay aboard I.a Estrelllta, you'll havo your nice clean stateroom, your well- cooked meals, your bath, and tho at tentions of the stewardess. The steam er will bo loadod In two days; then you go back to New Orleans, nnd by the time you arrive there I'll hnvo been In communication by cable with Mother Jenks I mean " "Mother who?" Dolores dernnnded. "A. mere slip of tho tongue, Miss Ruey. I wns thinking of my landlady. I meant Mrs. Wllklns" "I'm so awfully obliged to you. Mr. Geary. You're so kind, I'm sure I'd be n most ungrateful girl not to be guided by you accordingly. You wouldn't risk any friend of yours ln this terrlblo place, would you, Mr. Geary?" "Indeed, I would not By permitting anybody I thought anything of to co.ne to this city, I should -fed guilty of murder." "I'm suro you would. Mr. Gcnry. Nevertheless, there Is one point that Is not quite clear In my mind, and I wUh you'd explain "Command me, Miss Ruey." "If this Is such a frightful place, why are you so anxious, If I mny em ploy such langungc, to hornswoggle your dearest friend, Mr. John S. Web ster, Into coming down hero? Do you want to kill him and got his money or what?" Billy's fnco flamed nt thought of the embarrassing trnp his glib tongue hnd led him Into, no cursed hlmnelf for a star-spangled Jncknss, and while ho was engaged In this Interesting pas time Dolores spoke again. "And by the way, which Is It? Miss Wllklns or Mrs.? You'vo called her both, and when I reminded you she was n Miss, you agreed with me, whereas sho Is nothing of the sort. 8hes a Mrs. Then you blurted out something nbout a Mother Jenks, and Anally, Mr. Genry, It occurs to me that for a complete stranger you nre un duly Interested In my welfnre. I'm not such n goose as to assimilate your weird tnlcs of death from disease. It occurs to mo that If your friend John S. Webster can risk Buonaventura, I can also." "You you know that old tarantu la?" Billy gasped. "Why I I came out to warn him off the grass, too." Dolores walked n Btep closer to Billy nnd yed him disapprovingly." "I'm so sorry I can't believe that statement," she replied. "It happens that I was stnndlng by the companion-ladder when you enmo aboard and spoke to the purser; when you asked him If Mr. Webster wns nbonrd, your face was alight with engernoss and anticipation, but when you hnd ronson to believe ho was not aboard, you looked so terribly disappointed I felt sorry for you, "I'm going nshore, If It's tho last net of my life, nnd when I get thero I'm going to Intorvlow tho cable agent; then I'm going to call at tho steam Bhlp ofllco nnd scnti the passengor list of the last throe rwrth-bouqd stoani ers, nnd If I do not Hnd Henrlettu Wll klns' name on ono of those passenger lists I'm going up to Calle do Con cordia No, 10" n Man Giant," Etc Copxrifht br rtr O. Kjrn. "I surrender unconditionally," groaned Billy. "I'm n liar from be ginning to pnd. I overlooked my hand. I beg of you to believe me, however, when I tell you that I only told you those whoppers because I was ln honor bound to tell them. Personally, I don't want you to go away nt least, not until I'm rendy to go nwny, tool Miss Buey, my nose Is ln tho dust There Is n fever In my brnln nnd a misery In my heart" "And contrition In your face," sho Interrupted hlrn laughingly. "You're forgiven, Mr. Geary on one "condi tion." "Nnme It," he answered. "Tell mo everything from beginning to end." So Billy told her. "I would much rather have been visited with a plague of bolls, like our old friend, the late Job, than havo to tell you this, Miss Ruey," ho concluded his recital. "Man proposes, but God disposes, and you're hero and bound to learn tho truth sooner or ltcr. Mother Isn't n lady and she knows It, but take It from me, Miss Ruey, she's a grand old piece of work. She's a scout a ring tailed sport a regular Individual and game as n gander." "And I mustn't call at El Buen Ami go, Mr. Geary?" "Perish the thought! Mother must call on you. 151 Buen Amlgo is what you might term a hotel for tropical tramps of tho masculine sex. Nearly all of Mother's guests have a past, you know. They'ro the submergod 'white tenth of Sobrnnte. "Then my benefactor must call to seo me here?" Billy nodded. "When will you bring her here?" Billy reflected thnt Mother Jenks hnd beon up rather late the night be fore and that trade ln the cnntlnn of El Buen Amlgo had been unusually brisk; bo since he desired to exhibit the old lady at her best, he concluded it might be well to spar for wind. "Tomorrow nt 10," he declared. Do lores Inclined her head. Something told her she hnd better leave all future details to the amiable William. "I remember you Inquired for your friend, Mr. Webster, when you came abonrd the steamer." 1 "I remember It, too," Billy countered ruefully. "I can't Imagine what'B be como of him. MIbs Ruey, did you ever go to meet tho only human being in tho world nnd discover that for some mysterious reason he hnd failed to keep the appointment? Miss Ruey, you'll have to moet old John Stuart tho minute he lights In Buenaventura. He's some boy." "Old John Stunrtr sho queried. "How old?" "Oh, thirty-nine or forty on actual count, but one of tho kind thnt will live to be a thousand nnd then have to be killed with nn nxe. He's com ing to Sobrnnte to help me put over a mining deal." "How Interesting, Mr. Geary I No wonder yon wore disappointed." The Inst sentence wns a shaft delib erately launched; to Dolores' delight It mado a keyhole ln Billy Geary's henrt. "Don't get me wrong. Miss Ruey," ho hastened to nssuro her. "I have a good mine, but I'd trade It for a hand shake from Jack I Tho good Lord only published one edition of Jack, anil limited the edition to one volume; then tho plates were melted for the Junk we call the human race. Two weeks ago, when I was sick and pen nlless and despairing, the possessor of a concession on a fortune, but with out n centavo In my pockets to buy a bnnann, when I wns a veritable beach comber and existing on the charity of Mother Jenks, I managed Anally to communicate with old Jack and totd him where I was and what I hud. There's his nnswer, Miss Ruey, and I'm not ashamed to say that when 1 got it I cried like a kid." And Billy handed her John Stuart Webster's re markable cablegram, the receipt of which hnd. for Billy Genry, trans formed night Into day, purgatory Into paradise. Do'.orex read It. "No wonder yon lovo him," she de clared, nnd added artlessly: "His wife must simply udore him." " 'He has no wife to bother his life, bo he paddles his own canoe," Billy recited. "I don't bellove the old aour dough 1ms ever been In lovo with any thing moro charming than the goddess of fortune. He's woman-proof." "About Mrs. Jonka," Dolores contin ued, abruptly changing the subject. "How nice to reflect that after she hnd trusted you nnd believed In you when you were penniless, you were enabled to Justify nor faith." "You botl" Billy declared. "I feel that I can never possibly hope to catch even with the old Samaritan, although I did try to show her how much I appreciated nor." "I dnro say you wont right out nnd bought her an Impossible hat," Dolores challenged roguishly. "No, I didn't, for a very BUflicIont renson. Down here the ladles do not wear hats. But I'll tell you what I did buy her, Miss Ruoy and oh, by George, I'm glad now I did It Sho'tl wear them tomorrow when I bring her to sec you. I bought her a new black silk dress and an old-lace collar, and a gold breast ptn nnd a tortoise shell hair comb and hired an open carriage. tind took her for an evening ride on the Mnlecon to listen to the band con cert" "Did she like that?" "Sho ate It up," Billy declared with conviction. "I think It wns her first adventure In democracy." Billy's pulse was still far from nor mal when he reached El Buen Amlgo, for he wns Infused with a strange, new-found warmth that burned like malarial fever, but wnsn't lie wasted no preliminaries on Mother Jenks, but bluntly acquainted her with the facta In the case. Mother Jenks eyed him a moment wildly. "Gord's truth 1" she gasped; she reached for her favorite elixir, but Billy got the bottle Arst "Nothing doing," he warned this strange publican. "Mother, you're funking It nnd what woulo your sainted 'Enery sny to that? Do you want that angel to kiss you and get a whiff of this brnndy?" Mother Jenks' eyes actually popped. "Gor. Willie," she gnsped, '"nven't HI told ye she's n lydy I Mo kiss the lamb I HI trust, Mr. Geary, as 'ow I knows my place an' enn keep It" "Yes. I know." Billy soothed the frightened old woman, "but the trouble Is Miss Dolores doesn't know hern and something tells me If she does, she'll forget It She,lfako you In her arms and kiss you, sure as .death nnd tnxes." And sho dldl "My lamb, my lamb," sobbed , Mother Jenks the next morn ing, and rested her old cheek, with Its rum-begotten hue, close to the rose tinted Ivory cheek of her wnrd. "Mo wot I am an to think " "You're a sweet old dear," Dolores whispered, patting the gray head; "nnd I'm going to call you Mother." "Mr. William H. Genry," the girl remarked that night, "I know now why your friend, Mr. Webster, sent that cablegram. I think you're a scout too." For reasons best known to himself Mr. Genry blushed furiously. "I I'd better go nnd break tho news to Moth er," he suggested Innnely. She held out her hand; nnd Billy, hnvlng been long enough In Sobrnnte to have ac quired the habit, bent his malarial person over thnt hand and kissed It As he went out It occurred to him that had the lobby of the Hotel Ma teo been paved with eggs, he must have floated over them like a wraith, so light did ho feel within. CHAPTER VII. Webster reached Now Orleans at, the end, of tho Arst leg of his Journey, to discover that ho was one day late to board the Atlanta a banana boat of the Consolidated Fruit company's line plying regularly betwoen New Or leans nnd that company's depots at Llruon and Snn Buenaventura which necessitated n wait of three days for the steamer La Estrellltn of the Ca ribbean Mall line, running to Caracas and wny ports. He decided to visit the ticket office of the Caribbean Mall line immediate ly nnd avoid the rush In case the travel should be heavy. The steamship ofllco was In Canal street The clerk wns waiting on two well-dressed and palpably low-bred sons of the tropics, to whom he had Just displayed a passenger list which tho two were scanning critically. Their Interest In It was so obvious that unconsciously Webster peeped over their shoulders (no difficult task for one of hlu stnture) and discovered It to be the passenger list of the steamer La Estrelllta. They were con versing together In low tones nnd Web ster, who had spent many years of his life following his profession In Mexico, recognized their speech as the bastard Spanish of the peon. He sat down In the' long wall seat and waited until the pair, having com pleted their scrutiny of the list turned to pass out. He glanced at them cas ually. One was a tall thin man whose bloodshot eyes were Inclined to "pop" a little Infallible evidence In the Lntln-Amcrlcun thnt he Is drinking more hard liquor than Is good for him. His companion wns plainly of the same racial stock, although Webster suspected him of n slight admixture of negro blood. He wns short, stocky, and aggressive looking; like his com panion, bejeweled and possessed of n thin, carefully cultivated moustache that seemed to consist of about nine teen halra on one Bide and twenty on the other. Evidently once upon a rime, as the story books hnve It he hnd been shot Webster suspected a Mauser bullet fired at long range. It hnd entered his right cheek, Just be low the malar, ranged downward through his mouth and out through n fold of flabby flesh under his left Jowl. It must hnve been a frightful wound, but It hnd healed well except at the point of entrance, where It had a tendency to pucker considerably, thus drawing the man's eyelid dowu on his cheek and giving to that visual organ something of the appearance of a bulldog's. Webster gazed after them whimsi cally ns he approached the counter. "I'd hate to wake up some night nnd And thnt hombre with the puck ered eye leaning over me. By the way," he continued, suddenly appre hensive, "do you get much of that paraqueet travel on your Hue?" "About 80 per cent, of It Is off color, sir." Webster pondored the 80-per-cent probability of being berthed ln the samo stateroom with one of these people and the prospect wns as re volting to him ns would bo an unin vited negro guest nt the dining tablo of a southern family. Ho hnd all n Westerner's hatred for tho breed. "Well. I want a tickot to San Buena ventura," he informed the clerk, "but I don't relish the Idea of a Greaser In the tamo stateroom with me. I won der If you couldn't manage to fix me with a stateroom nil to myself, or at least arrange It bo that In the event of company I'll draw a white mnn." "I'm sorry, sir, but I cannot guar antee you absolute privacy nor nny kind of white man. It's pretty mixed travel to nil Central American ports." "Uow many berths ln your flrat class staterooms?" "Two." Webster smiled brightly. He hnd found n way out of the difficulty. "I'll buy 'em both, son," he nnnounced. "I cannot sell you an entire state room, sir. It's against the orders of the company to sell two berths to one man. The travel Is pretty brisk nnd It's hardly fair to the public, you know." "Well, suppose I buy one ticket for myself and the other for well, for my vnlet, let us say. Of course," he added brightly, "I haven't engaged the valet yet and even should I do so I wouldn't bo nt all surprised If the ras cal missed the boat I" The clerk glanced nt him with a Blow smile, and pondered. "Well," he said presently. "If you care to buy a ticket for your valet I'm suro I shouldn't worry whether or not ho catches the boat If my records show that the space la sold to two men nnd the purser collects two tickets, I think you'll be pretty safe from intrusion." "To tho harassed traveler," said Mr. Webstpr, "a meeting with a gentleman of your penetration is as refreshing as a canteen of cool water In the des ert Shoot I" nnd he produced a hand ful of gold. "I will provided I have one empty cabin," and the clerk turned from the counter to consult his record of berths already sold and others reserved but not paid "for. Presently he faced Webster nt the counter. "The outlook Is very blue," he nn nounced. VHowever. I havo one berth "Tho Outlook Is Very Blue." ln No. 84 reserved by a gentleman who was to call for It by two o'clock to-day." He looked at his watch. "It Is now a quarter of one. If the reser vation Isn't clnlraed promptly at two o'clock I shall cancel It and reserve for you both berths ln that room. If you" will be good enough to leave me your nnae and address I will tele phone you after that hour. In the meantime, you may make reservation of the other berth In the same state room. I fee) very confldent thnt tho reservation In No. 84 will not be called for, Mr. er " "Webster John S. Webster. Yon are very kind, Indeed. I'm at the St Charles." "Be there at a quarter after two, Mr. Webster, nnd you will hear from me promptly on the minute," the clerk nssured him ; whereupon Webs'ter paid for one berth and departed -foi his hotl with a feeling thnt the clerk's report would be favomble. True to his promise, at precisely a quarter after two, the ticket clerk telephoned Webster nt bin hotel thnt the berth lu No. 34 had been canceled and the entire stateroom was now at hla disposal, "If you will be good enough to give me the nnme of your valet" he con cluded, "I will All In both names on my passenger manifest and send tho tickets to your hotel by messenger Im medlntcly. You can then sign the tick ets I have already signed them bb witness and pay the messenger." "Well, I haven't engaged thnt valet as yet," Webster began. "What's the odds? He's going to miss the boat, nnyhow. All I require Is a name." "That ought to be a simple request to comply with. Let me seo!" "I read a book once, Mr. Webster, and the valet In that book wns called Andrew Bowers." "Bowers Is a fine old English name. Let us seek no further. Andrew Bow ers It Is." "Thank you. All you hnye to do then Is to remember to sign the name, Andrew Bowers, to one ticket. Don't forget your vnlet's name now, and ball everything up," and the clerk hung up, laughing. Half nn hour later n boy from the steamship ofllco arrived with tlje tick ets, collected for them, nnd departed, leaving John Stuart Webster singu larly pleased with himself and nt pence with the entire world. i A "lnrge" dinner at Antolno'a that night (Wobser hnd heard of Antolne's dinners, both large and small and was resolved not to leave New Orleans un til be had visited the famous restaur ant), and n stroll through the pictur esque old French quarter and along the levee next day, helped to render hi enforced stay In New Orleans delight ful, Interesting, and Instructive. For Sunday he plnnncd nn early morning visit to tho old French market, around which still lingers much of the pic turesque charm and colorful romance of n day that is done that echo of yesterday, na It were, which has loft Now Orleans nn Individuality as dis tinct nB that which the olden, golden, godless days hnve left upon San Fran cisco. Ho rose before six o'clock, there fore; found a tnxl, with tho driver sound asleep Inside, nt the curb In front of the hotel ; gnve the latter hla instructions, and climbed In. Opposite Jackson Square the cloy ing sweetness of palmetto, palm, and fig burdened the nlr. Above the rumblo of tho tnxl he could hear tho dlstnnt bnbel of voices ln the French mnrket across the square, so ha halted the taxlcab, alighted, and handed the driver a bill. "I want to explore this square," ho Bald. He had recognized It by the heroic stntue of General Jackson peep ing through the trees. "I'll walk through the square to the market, nnd you may proceed to the market nnd meet me tjiere. Lnter we will return to the hotel." A Creole girl starry-eyed, beauti ful, rich with tho glorious coloring of her nice passed lilm bound for the cathedral across the square, ns Web ster thought, for sho carried a largo prayer book on her arm. His glance followed the girl down the walk. Presently she halted. A young man rose from u bench where he evidently had been watting for her, nnd bowed low, his hnt clasped to his breast as only n Frenchman or a Spanish grandee can bow. Webster saw the Creole girl turn to him with a little gesture of pleasure. She ex tended her hand nnd the young man kissed It with old-fashioned courtesy. John Stuart Webster with reverent and wistful eyes watched their meet ing. "Forty yenrs old." he thought "and I haven't spoken to a dozen women that caused me a second thought, or who weren't postmistresses or biscuit shooters! Forty yenrs old nnd I've never been In love! Springtime down that little path and Indian summer In my old fool heart. Why, I ought to be arrested for failure to live I" Tho lovers were walking slowly, arm ln arm, nlong the pnth by which the girl had come, bo with a courtesy nnd gentleness that were lnnnte in him, Webster stepped out of sight be hind the statue of Old Hickory; for he did not desire, by his mere pres ence, to Intrude a discordant note In the perfect harmony of those two hu man hearts. He knew they desired that sylvan path to themselves; that evidently they had sought their early morning tryst In the knowledge that the square was likely to be deserted at this hour. The young mnn was speaking as they passed ; his voice was rich, pleas ant, vibrant with the earnestness of what he had to say: with a pretty little sliver mounted walking stick ho slashed at spears of grass alongside the path; the girl was crying a little. Neither of them had seen him, bo ho entered a path that led from them at right angles. He had proceeded but a few feet nlong this trail when, through n break ln the shrubbery nhcad of him, he saw two men. Brief ns was his glimpse of them, Webster Instantly recognized the two Central Americans he had seen In the steamship ticket office two days previous. They wero not walking as walk two men abroad at this hour for a con stitutional. Neither did they walk aa walk men , churchward bound., A slight skulking nlr marked their prog ress, and caused Webster ' to wonder Tdly what they were stalking. He turned Into the path down which the two men had passed, not with tho slightest Idea of shadowing them, hut because his' destination lay In that direction. Both men had forsaken the graveled pnth and were wnlklng on the soft vel vet of blue grass lawn thnt fringed It I "Perhaps I'd better deaden my hoof beats also," John Stuart Webster soliloquized, nnd followed suit ituuio-dlately. (To be continued) Housekeeping. We went housekeeping immcdlntel upon our mnrrlnge, for mother snU alio despised these boarding peoploi she went to housekeeping when shi wus married, and she meant all hei children should do the snn:?; and li their husbands weren't able to go ti housekeeping then they weren't abli to be husbands, and there was an enf of It; nnd no two people, she said brought up In different fashions, coult unite their lives Into one without somi Jarring, and a third party wns sure ti turn that Jar Into an earthquake; an If there were fewer third parties hnt the trouble would be done nwny wlthi for she bolleved half the divorces an( fiepnratlons and qunrrels In tho stati were brought nbout by boarding houw Intlmpcles with third parties. HarrteJ Prescott Spofford. Menace to Locusts. Locusts ln Algeria have found a dangerous enemy In a fly which fol lows them nnd lays Its eggs where the lay theirs. Good Reasons for Optimism. The little world of ours Is not grow ing worse to the men and women who ar doing their best to make It better A.