“Take the Siding” A Warning by Which an Acci dent Wai Averted. By EMMA ARCHER OSBORNE Copyright. 1910, by American Press Association. After au absence of four years from Jtadnor. James Casey had returned as suiieriuiendent of the eastern division of ilie railroad and had married Llb bn> .Nelson. The wedding was only yesterday, and now that it was over and they had started for the east the villagers had time to revert to the story. The-Nelsons were so proud of I Heir new sou-ln-law that they could inn. restrain themselves from telling, despite the protestations of Llbbie and Jim. . Miortly after the night of the church voucvrt when Casey beard Llbbie Nel son sing that song which had some thing in It about “angels in charge” lie* commenced to think things about angels, and one day his imagination evolved an angel, or something as near like one as he could picture. When Casey’s mental vision beheld it he broke Into a satisfied grin. If brought forth to visual observation it would 'have appeared strikingly like Llbbie Nelson. Things went along quietly for two months and then something hap pened. While Casey was on his way to the yards at Buffalo to board 300 for the return trip an ambulance went galloping past him. Ambulances pass (people frequently In a big city, and there wus nothing afcout this one In particular to apprise Casey that Nat Taylor, fireman for Bill Whalen, who was running 809. was inside, it was a nasty uigbt, and Taylor had slipped on the icy tracks and broken a.leg. When Casey, with a few extra min utes on hand, sauntered Into the* train dispatcher’s office he found that Insti tution in voluble ferment. Of course everybody was sorry for Taylor, but a fireman with a broken leg was of small concern in comparison with the awkward situation In which he had left them. A special, carrying the president! of the road from New York to Chicago on business of vital import, was at that moment only ten miles from the station and coming at the rate of a mile a minute. I Bill Whalen, one of the best en gineers on the road, and 809. the pick and pride of the roundhouses, were out in the depot yards waiting to relieve the incoming and already over heated locomotive. Whalen and 809 were ready to couple on at a moment’s notice, but no substitute hud yet been found for Taylor, and there were pre cious few minutes to snare. Casey was not given long to ponder on the excitement of the office. He i had no more than crossed the threshold when Thompson, the train dispatcher, literally leaped across the room and ^grasped him by the arm. “Get out to 809 as quick as you can!” l!he shouted. “Hurry! For God’s sake hurry! Don’t stop for anything! Run! ['Whalen ’ll tell you!” Casey peeled off his coat as he was climbing into the cab, and he had 'scarcely grabbed a shovel and com [tneticed to throw coal when the special, straining and wheezing, crunched on the track alongside. Switching and coupling were matters of seconds only. and. although the night was intensely cold, two men 'stood on the platform of the single conch anxiously watching proceedings. One was a large, stern visaged person. Be was restless. He chewed at his short white mustache, buttoned and unbuttoned his fur coat and never took ;his eyes off the engine until they were Igeiting under headway. "Do your best, boys!” he shouted across the tender to the men in the en gine as they shunted on the main track ami set off. The determined nods he received In reply were assuring. Wakeful farmers and belated vil lagers were puzzled by the unusual traveler as 809 with her single con sort momentarily flashed on their view like a monster one eyed demon wraith, gliding, gleaming, screeching across •country. The special had left murky Cleve land and had climbed the long west .[grade to the bluff land bordering the lake. The snow hud turned to sleet. ;and everything indicated that it had ■been sleeting for some time in that lo cality. The landscape glistened, tele graph poles and fences shone like crys ttul specters, wires were thick with in crustations. and after a distance they were sagging, and then some were broken and dragging on the ground. i “There’s no use talking," growled Whalen. “I've got to slow down some or we’ll be blown into the middle of nowhere. Get away from this devilish lake, then we can make up.” j He eased 809 a bit. Yet she puffed and pulled and stuck nobly to her task. "If orders to clear the tracks didn’t iget through before those wires went ■down we may be all In,” observed Cn tsev. “You're about right,” replied Whalen glumly, "but the only thing I can do jjj» to watch for signals.” "And In a drizzling sleet like this •there might just about as well be no signals.” continued Casey. They had passed Dempsey and In .another forty minutes would reach Radnor. Under ordinary conditions the local was due at this point, but if no error in orders had occurred she should be waiting now on the elding at Putnam, the Station beyond, giving right of way to the president’s special. The strain was beginning to tell on both men and on Whalen in particu lar. Casey was turning away from coal ing when he noticed Whalen lean against the window post. "Come, take the lever for a min ute,” he ealK?d. "Pm feeling bad"— Before he could finish he slid to the floor of the cab. Casey, bending over him. saw he was unconscious, but whether dead or in a faint it was Impossible for him to determine In the cramped space and under the stress of responsibility which suddenly presented itself. In a flush he realized his position. He reculled afterward how he was planning what to do even ns he stepped across Wha len's prostrate form and grasped the throttle lever. The fire bed would last to Putnam, and there he would coerce some one from the sidetracked local to finish the run. Yes, he could do it—that is, if the track was clear. Casey was leaning half out the cab window in his eugerness to watch the track and catch the signal. His dark eyes pierced into the great invisible: bis head was bare and his black hair was a disheveled mnss; his neck, which was bare also, despite the sleet and cold, seemed to spring out twice its usual size from his masterful shoul ders. His face was tense. He had called into command every bit of hu man vitality he had in him to battle with the horrible possibilities he was facing and was facing alone. Finally the signal came to view—very faintly, waveringly and indistinctly at first, then a trifle plainer until he caught its full significance. "Clear track!” it indicated. He reached toward the lever to throw on more speed, but instead, out in the black night and just ahead of the cub window, glided the spirit form of LIbble Nelson. She was peer ing intently ahead. "Take the siding!” she motioned to Casey, and instantly his hand was im pelled to the whistle and 809 was shrieking for the switch to the Radnor sidetrack. Casey felt as if a kind of insanity had seized him, yet he slowed down and then found himself watching for the switch signul, and watching eager ly, impatiently. He brought 809 to a full stop. He waited. Why didn't they send the signal? Would the siding never be opened? Was it ice locked? What wras wrong anyway? He usked himself a thou sand questions as he grew more and more frantic with apprehension. It seemed that he had waited there a hundred years when he finally caught the flash of the waving lantern. Then he had to get 809 into action again. It took only a few seconds, but those seconds seemed hours. When the locomotive moved forward Casey, pressing forward also ns if to carry the great, throbbing engine with him, looked half mad with dread of the imminent—the imminence of some thing terrible and near. But 809 didn’t fail him. Slie obeyed the commanding touch which he ap plied to the levers. And Casey was obeying the com mands of the recognized supernatural, yet for the life of him he couldn't un derstand. The special shot on the siding with not a second to spare from colliding with the local. Then he understood, and his gray, trembling lips murmured one word. That word was “Libbie!" When Casey staggered down from the cab he was weak, so weak that it was all he could do to stand. At first he seemed to forget who or where he was. Then gradually his mind cleared and he looked about him. “Whalen's come to,” some one told him. “Hud some kind of a spell." They had taken Whalen into the sta tion. Stamping up and down in the snow and the slush was the president of the road, blustering with mingled grati tude and severity and firing questions at the dazed Casey. When Casey fully regained his senses it was wonderful what things he re membered, things that he had scarcely noticed when they happened, even de tails after he gave way to the super natural. One thing, however, he failed to mention when telling of the pe culiar influence that had controlled him. and that was the name of Libbie Nelson. “It was a premonition,” he insisted. “Young man,” said the president, gripping Casey’s rough hand when they were parting at Chicago, "those who were responsible for that affair buck yonder will be dealt with sum marily. “As for yourself, the rules of this company compel employees to run trains by orders and signals instead of by premonitions. As you have dis regarded a signal, even though it would have proved disastrous If you had obeyed it. it would be the duty of your boss to dismiss you. I shall, how ever, take it upon myself to do that. This is your last trip. Consider your self discharged.” Casey was weary and jaded almost to the limit of human endurance. He was the picture of woe and would have turned away, but the president still gripped bis hand. “But.” he continued, with a twitch ing around his mouth, “there’s some thing in you that calls for better things than firing on a locomotive. I have your name and address—here are mine,” handing Casey a card. “Be at my office in New York two weeks from today. I'm in a tremendous hurry now. Thank you for your splendid run. and goodby 1” Two weeks later Casey called on the president and received his reward. NEW GUINEA PYGMIES. The Spear and Bow and Poisoned Ar* rows Their Chief Weapons. Our kuowledge of the p.vgmies of Now Guinea shows that In hubit they are nomudlc, nowhere tlh'ing the ground, but depending for their living entirely on their skill In buntftig and Ashing. Their chief weapon ds the bow. their arrows being generally poisoned either with-the famous'upas or some other similar vegetable poison, in some cases a species of strychnlue. They also make use of the spear and an Ingenious form of spring gun which Is common to numerous other forest tribes. This Is formed by set ting a flattened bamboo»spear nttachcd to a bent sapling, whichds fastened to a trigger In such a way that it Is re leased by the passerby stumbling ngalnst an Invisible string stretched across a game track. These spears are really set for game, and to the initi ated they are obvious enough, as their presence Is always indicated by cer tain well known signs, such as a broken off twig placed in a cleft stick. In war these signs are removed, the removal being equivalent to the mov ing of buoys in a mined channel. The wounds Inflicted by these hardened bamboo spears are necessarily serious. The mental qualities of the Negritos are extremely undeveloped, none of them being able to express a higher numerical idea than three, but all ob servers who have met them unite In saying that they are a merry little peo ple. with great ideas of hospitality when their confidence has been gained and provided they have not been pre viously 111 treated. They are not can nibals and are generally monogamous. —London Times. LIGHTNING FLASHES. many I rungs concerning § nem ■ n«i Science Cannot Fathom, A young girl In charge of two chil dren, sheltering under a tree on Chlsle hurst common, was struck by light ning and killed—one of those dreadful Instances of the sort of personal touch with which lightning seems to select its victim, for, though one child is re ported to have been thrown down, nei ther apparently was Injured. There are many Instances, of course, of this strange selection, due In most cases probably to some accident of clothing. There is a well remembered case which happened some years ago at Cam bridge. when three young men were walking across an open space of ground, and the middle one of the three was struck dead, while the oth ers were untouched. The Inquest showed that the young man who was killed bad nails In his boots, whereas the others were wearing boating shoes. The phenomena of thunderstorms have been the subject of much study In America. But If thunderstorms can be classified, they are still not thor oughly understood. We do not yet know wbat are the exact conditions which lead to a discharge of electricity* ' In the form of a lightning flash from cloud to cloud or from cloud to earth. We cannot reproduce thunder and lightning In a laboratory. We do not know what Is the origin of the elec trification manifested in a storm.— London Spectator. • iwminy »nv WMkWI •• John Barrett was only twenty-seven years old when President Cleveland appointed him minister to Slam. The first important task which confronted the youthful envoy was to press a claim against the Siamese government for $1,000,000. Experienced ambassa dors wnrned him against using threats in obtaining the money. “Be cunning; avoid arrogance,” they said. “That is.” responded Mr. Barrett,' "you favor tickling with a straw to pricking with a bayonet" The statesmen nodded assent When the young minister had finally ; succeeded in collecting the claim the ambassadors asked In astonishment “How did you accomplish It?” , “By tickling,” explained Barrett “I had to tickle them almost to death, though, before they agreed to pay it.” . “ ... I Quaint Ramadiat. Among the members of the Greek church in Macedonia the following ( recipes are regarded as highly useful: To pacify one’s enemies write the , psalm "Known In Judea.” dissolve it , In water and give your enemy to drink thereof, and he will be pacified. For a startled and frightened man take three Jry chestnuts and sow thistle and three glasses of old wine and let him | Irlnk thereof early and late. Write , also "In the beginning was the word” i and let him carry It - i Plump Birdie. ! She (after the service)—You dreadful i fellow! Why did you smile during the i offertory? He — I couldn’t help It 1 There was Miss Addle Pose singing ’‘Had I the wings of a dove." The j mental picture of a 200 pounder trying to fly with a pair of four Inch wings i was too much for me. 1 In Bohemia. “How did you enjoy her bohemian evening?” i “It wasn't much. Both the epigrams i md the sandwiches were stale.” — Washington Herald. 8ure Sign. “now do you know they’re mar- . ried?" “Cun't you see? He’s making her bait her own fishhooks."—Detroit Free Tress. t Tho Added Part. Church — Does your neighbor play ■ that cornet without notes? Gotham— Yes, but not without comments. — Yonkers Statesman. OLD TIME PUNISHMENT. Agony of a Day In tha Stocks For a Fit of Bad Tamper. A record on flle in the library of con gress contains nn account of the ad veutures of a certain Hubbard, who was sentenced in Boston to the stocks for having indulged In an unwarrant able fit of 111 temper, says Harper's Weekly. When he had taken his seat for the day there came along n drove of stvlne, which seemed to cast upon him those leering looks that only a fat pig can bestow. A dog followed, sniff ing at the prisoner’s feet and making feints—unpleasantly approaching real ity—of biting him. Then a cock, mount ing to the very top of the stocks, crowed his derision upon the victim below, and presently a rough fellow, after Indulging in ugly taunts, threw at him fetid toadstools and a dead snake. Then nn Indian appeared, who in a drunken rage, stimulated by some fan cied Injury, rushed at Hubbard with a tomahawk, probably Intending noth ing worse, however, than to give him a severe fright, which he certainly suc ceeded In doing. Help came from an unexpected quar ter. for at that moment an old bull came tearing down the road. His at tention was attracted by the stocks, and with a roar he prepared for a charge. Alarmed in his turn, the savage dashed off. The bull made a dash at the stocks and carried away the cor ner post, but without even grazing the Jbject of his apparent wrath. Whether he was disgusted by the little he had accomplished or his animosity was thus satisfied, he started off, bellowing and shaking his head, much to the re lief of the said Hubbard. And then the unfortunate man was left in comparative pence to bis own meditations and tho cutting sleet of a November day, A COURSE OF DINNERS. It Includes Roasted Peas as a Substi- ] tuts For Coffee. lu ft little book called “The Econom ical Housekeeper," published about tho ' year 1840, there Is given on one page 1 “A Course of Dinners For a Week.” 1 At the time of Its publication the little book was most popular, as Is proved 1 by the author’s preface to the second * revised edition. She says: 1 “Encouraged by tho very favorable < reception that our humble labors have I met In the rapid sale of the first edi- 1 tlon of 1,500 copies In about fifteen 1 weeks, and the demand still contlnu- 1 lng, we have improved the time by en deavoring to make the present edition 1 more worthy of patronage, if possible, < than the first.” Therefore It Is probable that the 1 "course of dinners” which follows was ' considered admirable at that time: 1 “Monday—Tea, coffee or cocoa, with mincemeat, bread and butter in win- 1 ter, bread and milk In summer. “Tuesday—Boiled dish, with apple 1 dumplings. 1 "Wednesday—Boasted or baked meat, 1 with bread pudding. “Thursday—Broiled steak or fresh fish, with baked rice pudding. : “Friday—Baked beans, with baked Indian pudding. : “Saturday-Salt codfish boiled, with ' apple pie. 1 “Sunday—Morning, hashed fish and 1 coffee; noon, bread and butter, cheese, ! pie, doughnuts.” It Is a suggestive paragraph which I appears on the same page: “Peas, roasted and ground, are an sxcellent substitute for coffee, and you 1 would hardly know which Is best.”— « South's Companion. 6 - ( Value of the Kangaroo’e Tail. So Important Is the kangaroo’s tall n his rapid progress that experienced 1 mnters with guns are accustomed to i ire at the point where this appendage bins the body, when, the tall being 1 llsabled for Its office of balancing, the 1 inimal Is as effectually stopped as If c mmstrung. Hit elsewhere, except with a rifle bullet or at point blank 1 ■ange, the kangaroo Is pretty likely to 1 ;et off. One peculiarity of the kanga- 8 ■oo Is that, after being started up, he ' rery rarely swerves from his course, c hrough which peculiarity he Is easily c ‘potted” by hunters, who conceal hemselves while a man on horseback 8 Irlves the herd toward them. t Insect Wonders, Nothing can exceed the perfection of he minutest parts of tho Insect or- ( fanization in general. The finest ( itrand in a spider’s web, which can t icarcely be seen, Is said to bo com >osed of no less than 4,000 threads. )n a single wing of a butterfly have >een found 100,000 scales and on that { >f a silkworm moth 400,000, each of j hese minute scales being a marvel of t >eauty and completeness In Itself. So hln are the wings of many insects t hat 50,000 placed over each other would only be a quarter of an Inch ( hick, and yet, thin as they are, each [ s double. g Puzzled Tommy. “Pa.” said Tommy, "my Sunday t ichool teacher snys If I’m good I’ll go e o heaven." I "Well, what about it?” said his pa. { “Well, you said if I was good I’d go o the circus. Now, I want to know f vho's fibbing, you or her.” — Lippln- [ ;ott’s. The Similarity. “Lucky at cards, unlucky at love,” , luoted the wise guy. “Well, either Is simply a case of ( lolding hands,” said the simple mug. j -Philadelphia Record. c To encourage talent Is to create it.— j Lessing. I Her Place He T&kes It end Wins Musical Honors. By T. W. WINDHAM. Copyright 1910, by American Press Association. Margaret Trentliain, a fair Bostonian, stood in a room in a German pension. She was speaking to a young man, like herself a musleian. “Yon don’t realize what it means to me, Mr. Tolstoy. This is my last turn here and the concert tomorrow my only opportunity of playing publicly in the Conservatoire." “But the circumstances are excep tional," he urged. “It happens that Professor Meyerhaus is in Leipzig re cruiting violinists for his American tour, and it occurred to mo that per haps he would Include mo in his or chestra as solo pianist"— “By engaging me Meyerhaus would save tho huge fees demanded by musi cians who have made a name, and for me”—a pause gave additional weight ;o his words—“it means possibly the ipoulng of a career. I should come hefore the public at once and without expense Instead of returning to Amer ca to drudge at teaching, because I lo not possess tho means to make an imposing debut” “But you forget," she added in iclf vindication, “I have rehearsed vlth the orchestra throughout the ;erm, and the conductor will not ap crove of a change at the last mo ment.” “I have already obtained his permis lion’’— he began. “Then if he is willing for you to >lay why does he allow tho decision o rest with me?” she broke in. The tension of a momentary silence Tied him bey.ond endurance, ltlslmg, le walked to the door, pausing at the hrcshold. “Forgive the intrusion. Unfortu intcly I misled myself with the belief hat you would willingly code a chance o a professional, being yourself an tmuteur and independent. 1 can only lope thnt your triumph tomorrow”—he lugered on tho word in conscious rony—“will otone for the vexation of ay visit.” A large cosmopolitan audience filled he Conservatoire hall for the final oncort of the season. An attendant opened the piano in eadlness for the concerto as the plan et came forward, escorted by the mas er under whom she hud studied. She seated herself at the Instrument, md a little ripple of applause broke 'rom the balcony. Glancing upward In ihy acknowledgment, she met the itendfast gaze of a man seated Imme liately facing her, who vouchsafed but be merest glance of recognition and 'esumed the study of a music score ying on his knees. The players lowered their bow hands or several bars’ rest In the lull pre siding the excerpt for the solo instru ment the sound of a sharp indrawn ireath struck downward through the Hence. The baton bent on steadily—three bur— “One!” Vn nnairoplmr frnm tha nlnn. 3t The conductor glared at her ghast. the orchestra iu undisguised urprlse. She started slightly, and the olor flamed Into her checks. The baton swooped down again. “One, frauleln!” The conductor saned forward, half frantic. “Have ou forgotten?” he hissed. A soft, level voice prompted sudden 7 from the balcony, “The allegro lovement, key A flat minor, extended hord.” She glunced swiftly forward with a ttle Impulsive gesture and rose In er seat, faced the conductor, flashed glance of swift defiance and passed ?lth hend erect through rows of tbun erstruek musicians to the platform xlt. Bewildered comments were exchang d throughout the hall, and the nota ility In the stalls adjusted its spec icles rather Irritably and awaited de elopmeuts. “These Americans! These Ameri ans!” chafed the conductor, beside lmself with rage; then he hurled an rder at the doorkeeper, pointing to he balcony. “Herr Tolstoy! Fetch him immedl tely!" Thu man at the end bad already dis ppeared, and iu the passage connect ig the platform with the cloakrooms e encountered the retiring pianist. “Quick!” she whispered. “The con uctor called for you.” His face glowed with trembling, xultant gratitude. He seized her and and started backward conscience trlckeu as a tear fell glistening on her leeve. sue rusueu past nim disconcerted, need the step or two down the pas age and turned abruptly to avenge or momentary loss of self control In n outbreak of reproach. “Why don't you go? My failure Ives you your opportunity. Pray don’t esitate to avail yourself." “I’m sorry, so sorry”— he began. “Do go!” she reiterated less harshly. They will continue the program. It rill be too late in another moment.” Though his hope of the future de ended on that moment, he still stood rresolute, gazing in sheer fascination t the tear stained, Imperious face. “Do go! Do please go! It won't ave been any good If you don’t, and shall never forelve myself”— i ' ‘"Herr Tolstoy I” The stentorian Voice of the door keeper rang down the passage, and she darted through a doorway. Iler companion followed, stopped a second, and his Ups seared her cheeks. In the next the platform door closed behind him. An echo reached her of the allegro— rippling, lightening, swirling across the keys, subdued at. Intervals to the tu mult of orchestral accompaniment, then ringing again, triumphant, quiv ering at the last with the rapt, exalted passion of a love song, followed by the silence that Is greater than applause. The pianist himself broke the spell, rising from his seat. The hall shook with n burst of enthusiasm. He passed unheeded through the platform exit. The white haired notablUty removed his glasses with a sigh of satisfied en joyment and turned to his colleague, his rugged Teutonic features softening Into a smile. “Your American young ladies—do they often take stage fright? But her compatriot! He Is magnificent! To play that most difficult concerto with out notes, without rehearsal—touch, technique perfect! Consider also his youth”— The director broke in with adroit ex planation and suggestion. The pro fessor beamed with delighted recol JWUUU. “It Is the same, then, who offered his services? You are right, my friend, that I should change my mind, that the world should hear of him. He shall go with me on tour." Twilight In the park, tho shnrp. gray twilight of late autumn. A smart elec tric runabout, with a lady at the lever and a chauffeur at her side, joined the stream of vehicles entering the park at tho Pinza. Her features were only partially visible through her automo bile veil, but an involuntary exclama tion broke from a man pacing aimless ly along the walk. “Miss Trenthnm!” “Mr. Tolstoy!” With the answering cry of recogni tion she drew up close to the walk, heedless of tho rules of the road. Half hesitating, Tolstoy went for ward. “So you are back In America, Mr. Tolstoy?” “Yes." He muttered the monosylla ble without raising his eyes. “And I see from the papers that your European tour was a great success." Ho blurted out a second affirmative. For the moment she was slightly nonplused; then with Infinite tact she once more took tho Initiative. “You are soon appearing In New York?” “Tomorrow at Carnegie hall,” he re plied shortly. Boardmen were parading Broadway with notices of the professor's concert. It humbled him that she bad not no ticed the large type at the foot of the boards—“Solo pianoforte, Mr. Alfred Tolstoy.” “A matinee?” He nodded stiffly. “Of course I shall go. It will be a great pleasure to me to be present at your debut,” she continued. “It happens to be the last concert of the series,” he said Idly. “I had no Idea," she began In a tone of eager explanation. “But, then, l have been traveling abroad a good deal with my parents since I saw you last. We only returned from Switzer land a couple of days ago.” The fact accounted for her apparent Indifference, and his expression soften ed, but he stared moodily before him to avoid her eyes, and the handsome turnout In which she was seated with her liveried chauffeur somehow forced on him a sense of social disparity. When she spoke again her voice bad a shy, hesitating ring. “I need scarcely ask If you are suc cessful?” piuuuv;cu u uit'uiurauuum auu read out some details—no trace of pleasure or enthusiasm in his tone, only a cynical sort of triumph in the sense of achievement. “Tomorrow is my final appearance in New York with Professor Meyer buus for the present I am booked subsequently for various musical re ceptions; also the principal concert agents have made me very flattering offers." “Shall I congratulate you?” she ask ed slowly. “If you had congratulated me that night at the Conservatoire," he broke out resentfully, “and given me the op portunity to thank you”— “You could not expect me to wait, to face every one after my failure. Besides”—she turned away her eyes to hide a sudden confusion—“you— you had already thanked me.” “It was not only to thank-you— He was confused now, struggling with an Increasing desire to make his hopeless avowal. “I owe my subsequent success to you,” he continued pedantically. “No. indeed!" she broke lu eagerly. “But—I am glad—more than I can say—that you have realized your am bition.” “I suppose I have.” His tone gave the lie to the acknowl edgment. He had fullen so pitifully short of realization. Could she but know! Despair overwhelmed the remnant of his pride and self control. He raised his eyes, aflame with his se cret. “I am still striving,” he said halting ly, "for the unattainable." She darted a questioning glance. The grim white face straiued toward her through the dusk, aud conviction flashed swift upon her. She bent impulsively, with a radiant, triumphant smile. Her voice swayed with a little tremor of delight. “I think I understand. But you are mistaken. For all you know the un attainable may be within reach."