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ANGEL ESQUIRE |
BY EDGAR WALLACE
CHAPTER XIII—(Continued.)
'Tve wanted Callvet for quite a lont
Ume—he's on the list, so to speak. How
Bpcdding got him Is a mystery. If thi
truth be told', he's got a noddln*
acquaintance with half the crooks It
London . . . had a big crlmlna
practice before he went Into the mori
lucrative side of the law.”
A big crowd had gathered at th<
corner of the Haymarket, and with on<
accord they avoided it.
“Curiosity,” Angel prattled on, “ha!
been the undoing of many a poor soul
Keep away from crowds, Jimmy.”
They walked on till they came t<
Angel’s flat 1 nJermyn street.
"Spedding will duplicate and tripli
cate his schemes for catching us tc
night," said Jimmy.
"He will,” agreed Angel, and opened
the door of the house in which hh
rooms were.
The narrow passageway, In which £
light usually burned day and night, wai
In darkness.
"Oh no,” said Angel, stepping bacli
Into the street, “oh, Indeed no!"
During their walk Jimmy had had s
suspicion that they had been followed
The suspicion was confirmed wher
Angel whistled, and two men croBsec
the road and joined them.
"Lend me your lamp, Johnson,” said
Angel, and taking the bright little elec
tric lamp In his hand, he entered the
passage, followed by the others. The)
reached the foot of the stairs, ther
Angel reached back his hand without s
word, and one of the two men placet
therein a stick. Cautiously the part)
advanced up the stairway that led tc
Angel's room.
aonieoooy nas Deen nere, saia an
gel, and pointed to a patch of mud or
the carpet. The door was ajar, anc
Jimmy sent it open with a kick, ther
Angel put his arm cautiously into th<
room and turned on the light, and the
party waited In darkness for a move
ment.
There was no sign and they entered
It did not require any great ingenultj
to see that the place had been visited
Half-opened drawers, their contents
thrown on the floor, and all the evi
dence of a hurried search rttet theli
•yes'
They passed from the little sitting
room to the bedroom, and here agalr
the visitors hod left traces of their In
vestigations.
“Hullo!" Jimmy stopped and picked
up a soft felt hat. He looked Inside;
the dull lining bore the name of ar
Egyptian hatter.
“Connor’s!" he said.
“Ah!” said Angel softly, “so Connoi
takes a hand, does he?”
One of the detectives who had fol
lowed them In grasped Angel’s arm.
“Look, sir!" he whispered.
Half hidden by the heavy hangings
of the window, a man crouched In the
shadow.
“Come out of that!" cried Angel.
Then something in the man’s attitude
arrested his speech. He slipped for
ward and pulled back the curtain.
“Connor!” he cried.
Connor It was indeed, stone dead,
with a bullet hole In the center of his
forehead.
, CHAPTER XIV.
OPENING THE SAFE.
The four men stood In silence before
the body. Jimmy bent and touched
the hand.
"Dead!” he said.
Angel made no reply, but switched
on every light In the room. Then he
Sassed his hands rapidly through the
ead man’s pockets; the things he
found he passed to one of the other
detectives, who laid them on the table.
“A chisel, a Jemmy, a center-bit,
lamp, pistol," enumerated Angel. "It
Is not difficult to understand why Con
nor came here; but who killed him?”
He made a close Inspection of the
apartment. The windows were Intact
and fastened, there were no signs ol
a struggle. In the sitting room there
were muddy footmarks, which might
have been made by Connor or his
murderer. In the center of the room
Was a small table. During Angel’s fre
quent absences from his lodgings he
was In the habit of locking his two
rooms against his servants, who did
their cleaning under his eye. In con
sequence, the polished surface of the
little table was covered with a fine
layer of dust, save In one place where
there was a curious circular clearing
about eight Inches In diameter. Angel
examined this with scrupulous care
gingerly pulling the table to where the
light would fall on It with greatei
brilliance. The HUle clrele frorr
whence the dust had disappeared In
terested him more than anything else
In the room.
1UU wui see mis IS no!
touched,” he said to ono of the men;
and then to the other, "You had bet
ter go round to Vine street and repon
this—say, I will go myself."
As Jimmy and he stepped briskly
In the direction of the historic pollc<
station, Angel expressed himself terse
ly
"Connor came on his own to burgle
' he was surprised by a third party
who, thinking Connor was myself, sho
him."
"That Is how I read it," said Jimmy
“But why did Connor come?"
"I hove been expecting Connor,
■aid Angel quietly. “He was not th
Bort of man to be cowed by the fea
of arrest. He had got It Into his hen
that 1 had got the secret of the safe
and he came to find out.”
Inside the station the Inspector o;
duty saluted him.
"We have one of your men Inside,
he said pleasantly, referring to th
Frenchman; then, noticing the grav
faces of the two, he added: "Is any
.»« thing wrong, sir?"
" Briefly enough the detective gave a
account of what had happened i
Jermyn street. He added his in
• Btructions concerning the table, an
left as the Inspector was summohin
the divisional surgeon.
"1 wonder where we could fln
Speeding?" asked Angel.
•T*wonder where Speddtng will fln
us?" added Jimmy grimly.
Angel looked round in surprise.
"Losing your nerve?" he aske
rudely.
"No." said the cool young man b
his side slowly: "but somehow 111
seems more previous than it was
week ago.”
“Fiddlesticks!" said Angel. "You’i
In love."
"Perhaps I am." admitted Jimmy I
a surprised tone, as If the Idea ha
never occurred to him before,
Angel looked at his watch,
"Ten o’clock," he said: ‘time for a
good people to be in bed. Being mj
Belf of a vicious disposition, und, mor<
over, desirous of washing the taste i
tragedy out of my mouth, I suggest v
walk steadily to a place of refrvsl
went."
“Angel," said Jimmy, ”1 cannot he
thinking that you like to hear you;
Belf talk."
"I love It," said Angel frankly.
• • •
In a little underground bar In Lelce:
*er square they sat at a table listenh
I to a little string band worry through :
I the overture to “Lohengrin."
The crowded room suited their moods. '
Jimmy, In his preoccupation, found the
; noise, the babble of voices In many
: tongues, and the wall of the struggling
orchestra, Boothlng after the exciting
events of the past few hours. To An
1 gel the human element In the crowd
I formed relaxation. The loud-speaking
!, men with their flashy Jewelry, the
1, painted women with their automatic
smiles, the sprinkling of keen-faced
sharps he recognized, they formed
[ part of the pageant of life—the life—
■as Angel saw It.
1 They sat sipping their wine until
i there came a man who, glancing care
! lessly round the room, made an lmper
; ceptlble sign to Angel, and then, as If
; having satisfied himself that the man
he was looking for was not present,
left the room .again.
Angel and his companion followed.
"Well?” asked Angel.
"Speddlng goes to the safe tonight,”
said the stranger.
"Good,” said Angel.
"The guard at the safe Is permanent
ly withdrawn by Speddlng’s order.”
"That I know,” said Angel. "It was
withdrawn the very night the ‘Borough
Lot’ came. On whose behalf Is Sped
dlng acting?"
"On behalf of Connor, who I under
stand is one of the legatees.”
Angel whistled.
"Whew! Jimmy, this Is to be the
Grand Finale.”
He appeared deep In thought for a
! moment.
“It will be necessary for Miss Kent to
be present," he said after a while.
From a neighboring district messen
ger office he got on by the telephone to
a garage, and within half an hour they
were ringing the bell at Kathleen’s
modest little house.
* no Kin iuae tu gieei. mein as mey
entered. All sign of the last night’s
fatigue had vanished.
"Yes," she replied, “I have slept the
greater part of the day.”
Angel observed that she studiously
kept her eyes from Jimmy, and that
that worthy was preternaturally Inter
ested in a large seascape that hung
over the fireplace.
"This is the last occasion we shall be
troubling you at bo late an hour,” said
Angel, "but I am afraid we shall want
you with us tonight.”
“I will do whatever you wish,” she
answered simply. “You have been,
both of you, most kind.”
She flashed a glance at Jimmy, and
saw for the first time the surgical
dressing on his head.
"You—you are not hurt?” she cried
In alarm, then checked herself.
"Not at all," said Jimmy loudly,
“nothing, I assure you.”
He was In an unusual panic, and
wished he had not come.
“He tripped over a hearthrug and fell
against a marble mantelpiece,” lied
Angel elaborately. “The marble has
been In the possession of my family for
centuries, and Is now badly, and I fear
Irretrievably, damaged.”
Jimmy smiled, and his smile was In
fectious.
"A gross libel, Miss Kent,” he said,
recovering his nerve. "As a matter of
fact-”
"As a matter of fact,” Interrupted
Angel Impressively, "Jimmy was walk
ing In his Bleep-”
“Be serious, Mr. Angel,” Implored the
girl, who was now very concerned as
she saw the extent of Jimmy's Injury,
and noticed the dark shadow's under his
eyes. “Was It Spedding?"
"It was," said Angel promptly. "A
little attempt which proved a failure.”
Jimmy saw the concern in the girl’s
eyes, and, manlike, It cheered him.
“It Is hardly worth talking about,”
he said hastily, “and I think we ought
not to delay our departure a second.”
"I will not keep you a moment longer
than l, can help,” she Bald, and left
the room to dress herself for the Jour
ney.
“Jimmy,” said Angel, as soon as she
had gone, “cross my hand with silver,
pretty gentleman, and I will tell your
fortune.”
“Don’t talk rot,” replied Jimmy.
“I can see a bright future, a dark
lady with big gray eyes, who—’’
“For heaven’s sake shut up,” growled
Jimmy, very red; “she’s coming.”
They reached the Safe Deposit when
the bells of the city were chiming the
half hour after 11.
"Shall we go In?" asked Jimmy.
“Better not,” advised Angel. “If
Spedding knows we have a key It might
spoil the whole show.”
So the car slowly patrolled the nar
row length of Lombard street, an ob
ject of professional Interest to the half
dozen plain clothes policemen who were
on duty there.
They had three-quarters of an hour
to wait, for midnight had rung out from
the belfries long before a big car
came gilding Into the thoroughfare
. from Its western end. It stopped with
a jerk before the Safe Deposit and a
top-hatted figure alighted. As he did
i so, Angel’s car drew up behind and the
three got down.
Spedding, professionally attired In a
frock coat and silk hat, stood with
, one foot on the steps of the building
; and his hand upon the key he had
fitted.
He evinced no surprise when he saw
Angel, and bowed slightly to the girl.
• Then he opened the door and stepped
, Inside and Angel and hts party followed.
• He lit the vestibule, opened the Inner
1 door, and walked Into the darkened
hall.
Again came the click of swttches, and
! every light in the great hall blazed.
The girl shivered a little as she looked
• up at the safe, dominating and sln
, lster a monument of ruin, a mate
B rlallzatlon of tho dead regrets of a
. thousand bygone gamblers. Solitary.
alone, aloof It rose, distinct from the
, magnificent building In which It stood
9 —a granite mass set In fine gold. Old
- Reale had possesed a good eye for con
I trnsts. and had truly foreseen how
j well would the surrounding beauty of
the noble hall emphasize the grim real
J lty of the ugly pedestal.
Speddlng closed the door behind them
d and surveyed the party with a trium
phant smile.
*'I am afraid,** he said in hts smooth
4 tones, “you have come too late,"
"I am afraid we have,” agreed An
y 8^1, and the lawyer looked at him sus
e plclously.
ft "I wrote you a letter.** he said. "Did
you get It?"
e “I have not been home since this
afternoon;” said Angel, and he heard
n the lawyer's little sigh of relief.
(1 “I am sorry," Speddlng went on.
"that I have to disappoint you all;
but as you know, by the terms of the
II will the fortunate person who dlscov
- ers the word which opens the safe
,- must notify me, claiming the right to
if apply the word on the combination
o lock."
i- "That Is so," said Angel.
“I have received such a notification
p from one of the legatees—Mr. Connor,"
•- the lawyer went on, and drew from
his pocket u paper, "and 1 have his
written authority to open the safe on
his behalf."
i- He handed the paper to Angel, who
£ examined It and handed It back.
"It was signed today,” was all that
he said.
“At 2 o'clock this afternoon," said
the lawyer. “I now—”
"Before you go any further, Mr.
Spedding," said Angel, "I might re
mind you that there Is a lady present
and that you have your hat On.”
"A thousand pardons,” said the law
yer with a sarcastic smile, and re
moved his hat. Angel reached out his
hand for It and mechanically the law
yer relinquished It.
Angel looked at the crown. The nap
was rubbed the wrong way, and was
covered with fine dust.
"If you desire to valet me,” said the
lawyer, “I have no objection."
Angel made no reply, but placed the
hat carefully on the mosaic floor of the
hall.
"If,” said the lawyer, "before I open
the safe, there Is any question you
would like to ask, or any legitimate
objection you would wish to raise, I
shall be happy to consider It.”
"I have nothing to say,” said AngeL
"Or you?" addressing Jimmie.
“Nothing," was the laconic answer.
“Or Miss Kent, perhaps-?"
Kathleen looked him straight In the
face as she answered coldly:
“I am prepared to abide by the action
of my friends."
"There Is nothing left for me to do,”
said the lawyer after the slightest
pause, “but to carry out Mr. Connor's
Instructions.”
He walked to the foot of the steel
stairway and mounted. He stopped for
breath half way up. He was on a
little landing, and facing him was the
polished block of granite that marked
where the ashes of old Reale reposed.
Pluvis Clnls et Nihil”
Said the Inscription. " 'Dust, cinders
and nothing,’ ” muttered the lawyer.
<*■* i vuunc iu vxc owning inv
shadows of vanity."
They watched him climb till he
reached the broad platform that front
ed the safe door. Then they saw him
pull a paper from his pocket and ex
amine It. He looked at it carefully,
then twisted the dials cautiously till
one by one the desired letters came
opposite the pointer. Then he twisted
the huge handle of the safe. He twisted
and pulled, but the steel door did not
move. They saw him stoop and ex
amine the dial again, and again he
seized the handle with the same result.
A dozen times he went through the
same process, and a dozen times the
unyielding door resisted his efforts.
Then he came clattering down the
steps, and almost reeled across the
floor of the hall to the little group.
His eyes burned with an unearthly
light, his face was pallid, and the pers
piration lay thick upon his forehead.
"The word!” he gasped. “It's the
wrong word.”
Angel did not answer him.
"I have tested It a dozen times,”
cried the lawyer, almost beside himself,
"and It has failed.”
"Shall I try?” asked AngeL
"No, no!” the man hissed. "By
heaven, nol I will try again. One of
the letters is wrong; there are two
meanings to some of the symbols."
He turned and remounted the stairs.
“The man Is suffering," said Jimmy
In an undertone.
"Let him suffer,” said Angel, a hard
look In his eyes. "He will suffer more
before he atones for his villainy. Look,
he's up again. Let the men in, Jimmy,
he will find the word this time—and
take Miss Kent away as soon as the
trouble starts.”
The girl saw the sudden mask of
hardness that had come over Angel's
face, saw him slip off his overcoat, and
heard the creaking of boots in the hall
outside. The pleasant, flippant man
of the world was gone, and the re
morseless police officer, inscrutable as
doom, had taken his place. It was a
new Angel she Baw, and she drew
closer to Jimmy.
An exultant shout from the man at
the safe made her raise her eyes. With
a flutter at her heart, she saw the
ponderous steel door swing slowly
open.
Then from the man came a cry that
was like the snarl of some wild beast.
"Empty!” he roared.
He stood stunned and dumb; then he
flung himself Into the great steer room,
and they heard his voice reverberating
hollowly. Again he came to the plat
form holding In his hand a white en
velope. Blindly he blundered down the
stairs again, and they could hear his
heavy breathing.
“Empty!” His grating voice rose to
a scream. "Nothing hut this!" He
held the envelope out. then tore It
open.
It contained only a few words—
"Receive on behalf of Miss Kathleen
Kent the contents of this safe.
“(Signed) James Cavendish Stan
nard, Bart. Christopher AngeL"
Dazed and bewildered, the lawyer
read the paper, then looked from one |
to the other.
“So it was you," he said.
Angel nodded curtly.
“You!” said Speddlng again.
•Tea"
"You have robbed the safe—you—a
police officer.”
“Yea” said AngeL not removing his
eyes from the man. He motioned to
Jimmy, and Jimmy with a whispered
word to the girt, led her to the door.
Behind him, as he returned to Angel's
side, came six plain clothes officers.
“So you think you've got me, do
you?” breathed Speddlng.
T don’t think,” said AngeL “I know."
“If you know so much, do you know
how near to death you axe?"
“That also I know,” said Angers
even voice. Tm all the more certain
of my danger since I have seen your
hat.”
CContlnaed Next Week.)
The Blessed Road.
Three roads led out to Cahrary.
The first eras broad and straight.
That Pilate and great Calaphaa.
Might ride thereon In state.
The second eras the felons' road.
Cruel and hard to tread
For those who bore the cross’ toad.
For those whose footsteps bted.
The third road slunk through mean defltes,
Fearing the open sky:
And Judas crept the dreadful miles
To Calvary thereby.
The highroad up to Calvary
Was blotted from the land;
W’here Judas hid. the jackal cries
By thorn-cursed drifts of sand.
But that poor road the felons went—
How fslr It now appears.
Smoothed wide by myriads penitent
And fiower-set by their tears!
—Charles Buxton Going In the Century.
Census Thoughts.
If the enumerators do not measure up to
expectations, there will be volcanic erup
tions In every city tn the unton.—Memphis
Commercial Appeal.
Paint your census estimates tn gentle
hues. They thus will require less re
touching.—Council lijuffs Nonpareil.
What percentage of the poputatmrj ef
Annul tn cities do the census takers shay,
when their count is corajwred with the
. claims of the citizens—Columbia State.
In cities where there has been an un
satisfactory count of noses, tongues are
beginning to be very much In evidence.—
Anaconda Standard.
But if Kansas City has only one-quar
ter million population, as the census su
pervlacr estimates, whe’re all these other
, people?—Kansas Ctty Star.
Religion affects most people In dif
ferent ways, an’ hit don’t save nigh
so many of 'em as some folks make out.
The meanest man I ever saw had all
his principles sot crosswise on the
Scriptures. You couldn’t say nothin’
but he could quote a Bible text agin
you. He lived here In this valley
morne’en fifty years, an' I never
knowed him to agree with nobody en
durin' the whole time. An’ when he
died, he wan’t on speakin’ terms with
enough men to make out a set of pall
bearers, so we had to call In his ene
mies to help bury him.
Yet he was the most religious-mind
ed man in old Zion church. He was a
"deacon” anchored in the amen corner
of hit when I Just a young spark set
tin’ on the back bench.
Thar was but one person in the val
ley as could hold a hand with the
deacon, an’ that was his own wife,
Adeline. Them two was like oxen
yoked together, they drug along
through life by layln’ back agin one
another. An hit was a sight as made
folks titter many a time to see ’em
settin’ in opposite amen corners of the
church glarin’ an’ damnin’ each other
with their eyes.
He never was seen without his Bi
ble, an’ Adeline alters toted a baby,
which was about the difference be
tween them two. The deacon wa’n’t
no sort of an everyday man. He was
Jest fitten to live an’ do nothin’ all the
time like hit was Sunday. He never
done no good farmin’, for no matter
how much grass thar was In the corn
he’d drap his hoe an’ come a shoutin’
every time he heard a church bell ring.
But when he’d git home the meetin’
hadn’t done him no more good an’ to
show him pints whar he disagreed with
the preacher.
This was turrible aggrevatln’ to Ade
line, for she never keered nothin’ about
doctrines, an’ mighty little about bein’
saved by grace. She ’lowed she was
a worker, an’ of the Lord couldn’t take
her at that. He could Jest leave her
an’ fill kingdom come with lazy saints
like the deacon. She said hit made
her nervous the way he wasted time
prayin’ when hit done him so little
good. For prayin’ never peertened him
up none nor made him no more agree
able to live with. So whenever she she
ketched him at his devotions hit riled
X
er. Meantime the pore little preacher
was settin’ thar in the pulpit with his
eyes walled back in prayer like he was
gittin’ ready to fling a fit. But when
the bretheren was gittin' mighty nigh
the perfane aidge of language in the
argument he riz, stretched out his
hands an' said: “Brethren, take it to
the Lord in prayer. Let us pray!”
Have you ever saw two fightln’ boys
snatched up an' sot down all of a sud
den right before their daddy? Ef you
have, you git some idea of the way
them folks looked when that little
preacher drug 'em up before the throne
of grace an’ ’lowed “Let us pray!”
Everybody bowed their heads sorter
shamed an’ humble but Adeline. When
she seen the deacon was goin’ to lead,
she Jest stiffened up right straight an’
glared at him while he let on about the
awful condition of things in old Zion
church to his Heavenly Father. He
plnted out the wllfulness of youth, the
same as if God never made nothin’ but
old daddy saints like him, an’ he called
especial attention to the danger of that
church gittin’ Identified with the heath
en ways of the world at the rate things
was goin’. Finally he ended with a
right smart pathos as how the Lord
would not permit His sacred place to
be vl'lated by the wicked sounds of a
music instrument.
But Jest as he got to his "amen” we
was all astonished to hear a woman’s
tribble voice take up the prayer. Now,
no woman had ever prayed out loud in
that church before and we opened our
eyes to see who had dared do such a
thing on this important occasion. And
thar, standin’ in the amen comer was
Adeline, with her eyes shet, her face
lifted, looking like a fat biddy angel,
a prayin' for guidance. She ’lowed In
the softest, sweetest voice you ever
heerd that hit wasn’t fair for the Lord
to git His Impressions of old Zion
church from the tattlin’ of a man as
had been aggravatin’ Him for favors
more’n forty years, but hadn't done
nothin’ for hisself or family except
shirk doctrines on ’em for bread and
meat. Then she went on to plead about
the organ of the same as ef she ex
pected the archangel Gabriel hisself to
bring hit. An’ she wound up by tellin’
1 how she had worked hard all her llfq
YljEN Jlfc WNlf ON TO PliflD AQO\JT
tw.orw*.
her, an’ she d light In to make all the
fuss she could spankin' the chil’en and
Hingin’ things about.
Nor thar hain’t no tellin’ but they
might a got to tolerate one another ef
hit hadn’t been for the dispute about
buyln’ a organ for old Zion church.
Thar was a right smart opposition
amongst the older members, but the
younger ones made up the money an’
'lowed they would have hit. Adeline
Jined In with ’em an’ went so far as to
have her oldest gal teached music so
she could be the organist when they got
one. But the deacon was plumb sot
agin’ hit. He believed the devil was In
every kind of music Instrument an’
he argued that way from his own feel
ln’s. He 'lowed as religious a man as
he was, he couldn't pass 'Squire Sim
mon’s when hl3 boy Buck was playin’
the fiddle without his knees twitched
an’ feeling sorter gay. As for Buck, he
considered him a lijnb of satan, because
he could scrape more fun out of that
wicked old fiddle In five minutes than
he’d ought to have In a lifetime.
Adeline never said nothin'. She Just
went on sendln’ her gal to git the music
lessons. An' the community was mighty
wrought up a bettin’ which would win
out when they seen how matters stood
between them two perversed pillars of
the church. As for me, I was ready to
put up two to one In favor of Adeline,
for I knowed how plague take It con
traler a woman Is than a stubborn man,
an’ I calculated how much more Ade
line was than jest ordinary.
When her gal had been takin' lessons
about six mouths an' had got so she
could pick out a tune for herself on the
organ, Adeline begun to get restless,
an' say hit wus time they knowed what
they was a-goln’ to do about havin' the
organ. The young folks was Jest wait
in' for her to give the word, an' so next
meetin' day h't was read out thar
would be a church conference that
night to decide about the organ.
Well. Sir, I wish could 'a' seen that
meetin’ house at sundown. Everybody
ns had so much as a Jackass to ride
was thar, an’ hit was jam full of mad,
sweatin' folks. The preacher was
mighty young, an’ he acted so timid In
the pulpit you’d 'a thought he was
afeerd some of them all-fired saints
out thar In the congregation would
retch up. ketch him by the legs an’
sling him agin the wall same as they
would lcll a young rabbit. But he was
ullers fer pourin’ his He on our troubled
waters. An’ so h? took Ills text about
"peacemakers." But .the spirit didn’t
move him none an’ his sermon was
correspondin'.
After lie sot down, the moderator ex
plained about the organ, called the
meetin’ to order an’ flung hit open for
discussion. An' then, 1 be blumed ef
the spoilt didn't move with a ven
geance! Fust on one side an’ then
tother they’d rise an' a’’gue about that
organ. Every man hua his r.eckfeath
ers up. an' the jmire.i bobbed their
heads like they was peekin' "me auoth
not havln nobody to neip support ner
and the ehil’en, an' how now in her old
age she wa'n't to be blamed ef she
wanted a little sweet music of a Sun
day to rest her nerves.
Well, sir; the folks begun to holler
"amen” before she got half through.
Some of the women peeped up an’ seen
the tears streakin’ down Adeline's face,
an’ then they let In to sobbln’ an' goin’
on until old Mis Polly Strut got happy
an’ shouted. This made Adeline end
her prayer an’ open her eyes. But.,
when she sat down Brother Hooper riz
an’ ’lowed he felt as how God had
answered Sister Adeline’s prayer an'
he moved that they git the organ. Ef
the deacon didn’t like hit he could go
outside while hit was a playin . Some
body seconded the motion an’ hit was
carried by a overwhelmin' majority.
! Adeline came on home as peaceful
as a woman aliens is when she have
had her say. She ’lowed that prayer
she prayed helped her a sight spiritual
! ly. An’ the first Sunday in July her gal'
. played the new organ. But the deacon
wa’n’a thar. He Jest took to his bed i
an' died of pure contrariness. Adeline
waited on him as patient as a saint to
the last. But I hain't a doubt she
would 'a driv him from the house ef
he’d ’a had his way about the organ.
Fish Farms—A Future Industry.
From an Exchange.
"Its meat, fresh, dried, or salted,”
said the professor, “forms one of the
staple foods of the worl'h It*i tongue,
among the French and other more epi
curean nations, Is held to be as great a
delicacy as the truffle. Its bladder gives
us a pure quality of Isinglass. Its oil
makes one of the most valued medicines
In the pharmacopeia. The Norwegians
feed its head, chopped with fodder, to
their cattle, thus Increasing the yield
of milk, and Its bones make a good dog
and stock food, and are even, In cold
climates, used for fuel.
"This remarkable creature." he con
tinued, “is capable of producing annu
ally 9,000.000 young, and, since It feeds
Itself and houses itself. Its maintenance
costs nothing.
"Suppose a chicken was like that, giv
ing 9,000,000 little ones a year, costing
nothing to keep, yielding a half dozen
Important valuable products—and no |
one was a chicken farmer. Then, of
course, the first man to take up the
business would soon become a million
aire.
"Well, the creature I’ve been talking
about Is not farmed. Why, then, doesn’t
some one become a plutocrat by farm
ing It?
I "Answer: Because it is a fish. It Is
the cod. But mark my words, fish
farms—above all, codfish farms—will be
an Important Industry of the future.
Man. as the earth becomes over-culti
vated, will begin to cultivate the sea.
Then the cod. the cardine. the stur- j
geon. the cuttlefish, the sole, will be i
raised on erorrrous water reservations
Just as sheep and cattle are now raised I
on our prairie reservations In the west." 1
Libby's Cooked
Corned Beef
There’s a marked distinction
between Libby’s Cooked Corned
Beef and even the best that’s
sold in bulk.
Evenly and mildly cured and
scientifically cooked in Libby’s
Great White Kitchen, all the nat
ural flavot of the fresh, prime
beef is retained. It is pure,
wholesome, delicious, and it is
ready to serve at meal time.
Saves work and worry in
summer.
Other Libby'“Healthful”
Meal-Time-Hints, all ready to
serve, are:
Peerless Dried Beef
Vienna Sassage, Veal Loaf
Evaporated Milk
Baked Beans, Chow Chow
Mixed Pickles
“ Purity goes hand in hand
with the Libby Brand.”
'/ Insist on Libby’s at your
Stricken.
From Puck.
“Oh. John,” cried the farmer's wife.
“I'm afraid I’ve taken that dreadful
new disease!"
“What makes you think so, dear?”
he asked, alarmed, gathering the frail
little woman into his arms and stroking
the thinning hair, as she sobbed out
the story of her fears upon his broad
shoulder.
“Well,” she explained, “after I hav^
gotten up, dressed myself and the chil -
dren, cooked breakfast, washed th(
dishes, prepared the children for school,
strained the new milk and set it away
to cool, churned and worked the butter,
swept and dusted, done the ironing,
given baby his bath, cooked dinner
and washed the dishes, sewed all after
noon, cooked supper and washed the
dishes, undressed the children and put
them to bed. and sat down for the eve
ning, I am too tired to do my darning!
I never used to feel so. It must be
hookworm!”
gn. W1h1«w’> &ooTBixft Brxvr ror OhllArt)
teething, aoftens the guine, reduce* taflemmetlon,
* llcyspeln, cure* wind cello. 26c e bottle.
The Courage-Giver.
All day her wistful face looks out
Above the sordid street,
Through all December's gusty snows.
Through all the August heat,
A little captive of the slums;
Unenvlous and sweet.
The other children run below,
On play or errant bent;
She watches them from dawn to dark
With great brown eyes intent
Breaking all shackles of the flesh
In that high tenement.
Yet he who passes day by day,
And they who minister
Beside her to the few cheap wants.
Like some awed worshiper
Wonder, before that placid brow:
"What use Is life to her?”
What use? The great and only use!
The chance to face her fate
With folded hands and cheerful heart
And stalwart soul elate;
To crush the world 'neath stricken heel;
To suffer and to wait.
0 brave, sad smile that put to shame
My anguish of a day,
1 owe you more than I can tell
And more than I can pay;
A lessen for the passing need,
And courage for alway!
-Reginald Wright Kauffman In the De
lineator.
FEED CHILDREN
On Properly Selected Food—It Pays
Big Dividends.
If parents will give just a little in
telligent thought to the feeding of
their children the difference in the
health of the little folks will pay,
many times over, for the small trou
ble.
A mother writes saying: “Our chil
dren are all so much setter and
stronger than they ever were before
we made a change in the character of
the food. We have quit using pota
toes three times a day with coffee
and so much meat.
“Now we give the little folks some
fruit, either fresh, stewed, or canned,
some Grape-Nuts with cream, occa
sionally some soft boiled eggs, and
some Postum for breakfast and sup
per. Then for dinner they have some
meat and vegetables.
“It would be hard to realize the
change in the children, they have
grown so sturdy and strong, and we
attribute this change to the food ele
ments that, I understand, exist in
Grape-Nuts and Postum.
“A short time ago my baby wa3
teething and bad a great deal of stom
ach and bowel trouble. Nothing seem
ed to agree with him until 1 tried
Grape-Nuts softened and mixed with
rich milk and he Improved rapidly
and got sturdy and well.”
Read “The Road to Wellvllle,”
found In pkgs. “There's a Reason.”
Ever read the above letter? A
new one appears from time to time.
They are genuine, true, and full of
human interest.