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JOHN’S FRIENDS WERE LOYAL
Young Bride Got Early Proa# of the
Way Men Will Stick by One
Another.
The bridegroom of three months
bade his wife adieu one morning and
started on a business trip to a town 25
miles distant The Journey was to be
made by automobile and he promised
to return In time for seven o’clock din
ner as usual.
But.no husband appeared when din
ner was served and the anxious wife
watched the hands of the clock as
they Journeyed on and announced
that the hour was midnight, and still
the husband failed to appear. The
frantic wife sent telegrams to six
friends of the groom living In the town
where he might have gone, asking if
he was spending the night with them.
As dawn appeared a farm wagon drove
up containing a farmer and the miss
ing husband and furnishing motor
power for a broken down automobile
that trailed behind. Almost simulta
neously cams a messenger boy with an
answer to one of the telegrams, fol
lowed at Intervals by five others, and
all of the telegrams said:
“Yes, John Is spending the night
with me.”
In loyalty what surpasses man?
Blessed Sympathy.
Sympathy with animals blesses and
humanizes men and women. To get
into real relations with an animal is a
liberal education. It Is something to
be really Interested even In a plant
and to observe the working of life in
any sphere not our own. How much
more when that life Is directing a
personality which consciously looks
up to us and will love us if we will let
It!—Christian Register.
Standard of Sanity.
Shakespeare was asked If Hamlet
was sane.
"As sane as the Fourth of July," he
replied.
Helpmates and soulmates are not
always synonymous.
i—.. ■
TERRIBLE, INDEED.
Hoyle—A woman is said to be as
old as she looks.
Mrs. Hoyle—It would be terrible if
she were as old as other women
think she looks.
Noted Author.
"See that man over there with the
black mustache?" said Tompy.
"Yes," said the visitor.
“Well,” said Tompy, “he is the au
thor of one of the most popular seri
als in a hundred years.”
"Really?" said the visitor. "Why,
he doesn't look like a literary man."
"No," said Tompy. "He isn’t—he's
the inventor of popped grits, the best
selling cereal on the market"—Har
per’s Weekly.
Well Defended.
He whose study is among the shad
ows and lights of nature has an un
suspected coat of mail defending him
among all the turmoil.—Mrs. Ollphant
Stem Call of Duty.
Reform is not Joyous, but griev
ous; no single man can reform him
self without stem suffering and stem
working; how much less can a nation
of men!—Carlyle.
I
If there ever is a time when you are justified in cussing,
It is when the summer weather sets your appetite to fussing;
But there isn’t any need to risk your soul and shock the neighbors—
Tempt your appetite with Toasties and go singing to your labors.
Written by W. J. MCSGROVI,
; Teuipe, Arias.
One of the 50 Jinnies for which the Postum Co.,
Battle Creek, Mich., paid 11000.00 in May.
THE HEART OF A WOMAN
....
3Y BAJ*ON£&S QftGXY.
Author of "The Scarlet Pi**^aMilonot Rule.” Etc.
*--- —-—---*
SYNOPSIS.
The story opens In Brussels. Loutab
Karris, a charming English girl of family,
friends ani wealth, while absently walk
ing along the Boulevard Waterloo In a
November rain, runs Into a tragedy.
A man is found murdered In a taxi
cab; his companion who bad left the cab
some time before and told the chauffeur
to drive to a certain address haa disap
peared and Is unknown.
The soene shifts to London. Lake da
Mountford. Louisa's affianced, the nephew
and heir of the eccentric and wealthy
Lord Radcliffe, is In trouble. An alleged
direct heir, the unknown son of another
brother, has notified Lord Radcliffe of his
claims. The old man. passionately fond
of Luke, claims that be has examined the
papers and that the claimant is an Im
postor.
Suddenly the alleged Phillip do Mount
ford appears in London. After a ahort in
terview with Lord Radcliffe his claims
are recognized and he is Installed a» heir.
Without explanation Luke is practically
disowned. Phillip seems to exert unlimit
ed Influence over Lord Radcliffe which
puzzles his friends and deflea Investiga
tion. Lord Radcliffe will explain to no
one.
A year has passed since the tragedy In
Brussels. Suddenly It is repeated
ery detail in London. The victim Is Phil"
lip de Mountford. Every circumstance ana
a very apparent motive points to the dis
placed nephew, Luke, as the murderer, in
vain, Louisa, in her blind faith. tried to
prove Luke innocent. Every investigation
brightens the chains of evidence. At the
coroner’s inquest the startling develop
ment that the murdered man is not Phillip
de Mountford but a common scoundrel de
nounced by his father and mother, who
identified the body as their son, only com
plicates the situation. It does not in the
least upset the appalling proofs of Luke s
guilt. A warrant is Issued for his arrest
but because of his station In life the police
secretly warn him to leave the country
before the warrant Is served. This he pre
Kares to do. Louisa sees him and asks
im pointedly for the truth. He con
fesses his guilt
CHAPTER XXX—(Continued.)
He looked the part and always acted
It, and fewer blunders had undoubted
ly been committed In the detective de
partment of the metropolitan police
Bince Sir Thomas Ryder took tha guid
ing reins In hand.
"I suppose," he said at last, “that
you’ve some to see me about this de
Mountford business."
“I have,” replied Colonel Harris,
simply.
“Well' It’s not a pleasant business."
"I know that. The papers are full
of it. and It's all a confounded dam
nable business, Tom. and that's all
about it."
"Unfortunately It's not ‘all about It,’ "
rejoined Sir Thomas, dryly.
“That’s what Louisa says. Women are
so Queer about things of that sort, and
the papers are full of twaddle. She la
anxious about Luke."
"I don’t wonder."
"But It’s all nonsenai Isn’t It?”
"What Is?”
Colonel Harris did not reply Imme
diately; for one thing, he did not know
exactly how to put his own fears and
anxieties Into words. They were so
horrible and so far fetched that to tall
them plainly and baldly to his brother
inlaw, to this man with whom he was
soberly smoking a cigar In a sober
looking office, whilst hansoms and taxi
cabs were rattling past in the street
below within sight and hearing, seemed
little short of idiocy. He was not a
man of deep penetration—was Colonel
Harris—no great reader of thoughts or
of character. He tried to look keenly
at Sir Thomas’ shrewd face, but all he
was conscious of was a network of
wrinkles round a pair of eyes which
seemed to be twinkling with humor.
Humor at this moment? Great heav
ens above!
“I wish,” he blurted on* somewhat
crossly, at last, "you’d help me out a
bit, Tom. Hang It all, man, all this
officialism makes me dumb.”
"Don’t," said Bir Thomas, dryly, "let
it do that. Will,” and the speaker’s
eyes seemed to twinkle even more mer
rily than before.
"Well, then, tell me something about
Luke.”
"Luke de Mountford," mused the
other, as If the name recalled soma dis
tant impression.
"Yes, Luke de Mountford, who is en
gaged to Louisa, your niece, man, and
she’s breaking her heart with all the
drivel these newspapers talk and I
couldn't bear It any longer; so I’ve
come to you, Tom, and you must tell
me what truth there Is In the drivel
and that’s all I want to know.”
Sir Thomas Ryder seemed, whilst
the other thus talked volubly, to have
suddenly made up his mind to say
more than had originally been his in
tention. Anyway, he now said with
abrupt directness:
"If, my good Will, by “drtvel' you
mean that In the matter of the assas
sination of Philip de Mountford. in a
taxicab last night grave suspicion rests
on his cousin, Luke, then there’s a
great deal of truth in the drivel.”
Colonel Harris received the sudden
blow without much apparent emotion.
He had been sitting In an armchair
•with one hand burled In his trousers
pocket, the other holding a cigar.
Now he merely glanced down at the
clagr for a moment and then conveyed
It to his 11ns.
"What?” he asked, "doeat that mean,
exactly ?’’
"That unless Luke de Mountford -will,
within the next 48 hours, answer cer
tain Questions more satisfactorily than
he has done hitherto, he will be arrest
ed on a charge of murder.
"That Is Impossible,” protested Col
onel Harris, hotly.
“Impossible? Why?”
"Because—because—hang It all, man,
you know Luke de Mountford. Do you
believe for a moment that he would
commit such a dastardly crime? Why
the boy wouldn’t know how to plan
such villany, let alone carry It
through.'"’
“My dear Will,” rejoined the other,
Quietly, “the many years which I have
spent at this desk have taught me
many things. Among others, I have
learned that every man Is more or less
capable of crime; It only depends what
the Incentive—the temptation, if you
like to call It so—or tlio provocation
happens to be."
“But here there was no provocation,
no temptation, no—”
Colonel Harris paused abruptly. He
felt rather than saw his brotherlnlaw's
eyes In their framework of wrinkles
resting with obvious sense of amuse
ment upon his wrathful face. No temp
tation? And what of a peerage and a
fortune lost, that could only be re
gained by the deaHi of the Intruder?
No provocation? And what of the
brother and sister turned out of the
old home? The good, simple-minded
man had sense enough to see that
here, if he wished to speak for Luke,
he was on the wrong track.
"What Questions,” he said abruptly,
"does Luke not answer satisfactorily?”
"How ho spent certain hours of yes
terday evening."
"He was dancing attendance upon
Louisa and me."
"Oh, was lie? Well, that's satlsfuc
I
tory tatmgb. At what time dkl you
part from him?"
"Well, ha escorted us to the Danish
lefatlan where we wore dining.”
"At what time waa that?"
“Eight (/clock dinner.”
"But be waa not dining at the Danish
legation V
“No. Ha cam* and fetched ua again
soon after 11,"
“ttlafa right, but between white* 7"
"Tea Between 10 and soon after 11?"
"Walk—1 a oppose—I don't know—yea
of oourse, I do! What a stupid ass I
ana Luke told me himself that he was
going to sao his uncle at the Some
thing chib In Shaftesbury avenue."
"The Veteran's?”
“Tea. that's It—the Veterans.’ Luke
wanted to persuade Radclyffe to go
abroad for the benuflt of his health—
Algeclras—that was It.”
"Quite so," rejoined Sir Thomas dry
ly.” and Luke de Mountford went to
the Veterans' club In Shaftesbury ave
nue, and h« asked to Bee Lord Rad
clylta, who was a mors or less regular
habitue at that hour. On being told
that Lord Radclyffe was not there that
evening, but that Mr. de Mountford
was In the smoking room, Luke elected
to go In and presumably to have a
talk with hla cousin."
"X didn’t know that,” said Colonel
Harris.'
"Ho, but we did. La't me tell you
what followed. The hall porter of the
club showed Luke Into the smoking
room, and less than five minutes later
he heard loud and angry words pro
ceeding front that room. That a quar
rel waa going on between the two oou
slns was of course obvious. One or
two members of the club remarked
on the notes, vid ona gentleman act
ually opened the smoking room door
to sea what was going on. He eoems
to have heard the words 'blackguard’
and 'beggar* pleasingly Intermingled
and flying from one young man to
the other. This witness knew Philip
da Mountford very well by sight, hut
ho had never seen Luke. But remem
ber that Luke denies neither the In
terview nor the quarrel. The former
lasted doss on an hour, and Isord Rad
clyffe’s Journey to Algeclran was the
original topic of discussion. At about
9 o'clock Luke emerged from the smok
ing room. The hall porter saw film.
He was than very pale and almost tot
tered as he walked. Men do get at
times Intoxicated with rage, you know.
Will."
"I know that, and I can well imag
ine what happened at that interview.
Radclyffe had become such a confound
ed fool that he would not move or do
anything without this Philip's permis
sion; and Luke was determined to get
him down to Algcclras at once. As
Philip was at the club, he thought that
he would tackle him then and there.”
"Quite so. He did tackle him. And
equally at course the two men quar
reled.
"But ban£ It all, one’s not going to
murder every man with whom one
quarrels,"
“Stop a moment. Will. As you say,
one doea not murder every man with
whom one quarrels. But you must ad
mit that this Is altogether an excep
tional case. There was more than a
mare quarrel between these two men.
Thera was deadly enmity—Justified en
mity, I’ll Own, on Luke's side. We have
already come across—It was not very
difficult—two or three of the servants
who were In lord Radclyfte'g house be
fore Luka and his brother and sister
were finally turned out of it. They
all have tales to tell of the terrible
rows which used to go on in the house
between the cousins. You, Will, must
know how Luke hated this Philip do
Mountford?"
Again Colonel Harris was silent.
What was the use of denying such an
obvious truth?
"You wanted," continued the other
man quietly, "to hear the truth, Will,
and you've got it- For Louisa’s sake,
for all our sakes. In fact, I made up
my mind to tell you all—or most—that
Is officially known to me at this mo
ment. You must get Louisa out of
town at onco—take her abroad If you
can, and keep English newspapers
away from her.”
“She won't come," said Colonel Har
ris firmly.
"Oh, yes she will. If you put it the
right way."
Which saying on the part of the
acute chief of our criminal lnvestlga^
tlon department was but a further
proof—if Indeed such proofs were still
needed nowadays—of how little clever
men know of commonplace women.
“The case will be extremely unpleas
ant," resumed Sir Thomas, who was
quite unconscious of the Ignorance
which he bad Just displayed. "It will
be hateful for you, and quite Impos
sible for Louisa.”
"Always supposing," retorted the
other, "that Luke is guilty, which
neither I nor Louisa will admit for a
moment."
"That," rejoined Sir Thomas, “is as
you please."
He put down his cigar, crossed one
leg over the other, loaned back In his
chair, and folded his tapering hands
together, putting finger to finger, with
the gesture of one who Is dealing with
a youthful mind, and has much to ex
plain.
“Look bare, Will," he resumed, “I
hare three men standing in my outer
office at the present moment. Two of
them have oorne back after having
questioned the past servants of the
Grosvenor square household. There
was the butler, Parker, and an elderly
housekeeper, both of whom are In serv
ice In tha west end. The woman tried
to screen Luke and to make light of
tha many quarrels which broke out be
tween the cousins on all possible oc
casions, but she broke down under our
fellows’ sharp questions. She had to
admit that the arrogance of the one
man often drove the other to unguard
ed language, and that she had on more
than one occasion heard the men serv
ants of the house say that they would
not be astonished If murder en
sued one day. Well, we have
these two witnesses, and can easily
get hold of the two or three footmen
who expressed those particular views.
So much for the past six months.
Now for last night. The third man
who is out there waiting for me to see
him Is Frederick Power, hall porter at
the Veterans’ club. The story which
he told to our Mr. Travers is so im
portant in its minutest detail, that I
have decided to question him myself
so that I may leave no possible loop
hole to doubt or to inaccuracy In the
retelling. I am going to send for the
man now. You may come and sit
round here, the other side of my desk;
from this position you will be able to
watch the man’s face, as well as hear
what he has got to say. Now, would
you like that?”
“Right you are, Tom,” was Colonel
Harris' brief method of acknowledging
his brotherlnlaw’s kindness, in thus
breaking a piece of red tape, and set
ting aside a very strict official rule. He
did as Sir Thomas direoted, and sat
down in the recess behind the chiefs
desk, in a comfortable arm chair with
hi* back to the curtained window.
He would not acknowledge even to
himself how deeply stlrerd he was by
all that he had heard, and now by the
anticipation of what was yet to come.
Emotion—like he was experiencing now
—had never come bis way before now.
He had lost his only son on ths Mod
der river—that had been sorrow of an
acute kind, be had laid a much loved
wife to rest In the village churchyard
close to Ids stately home In Kent; and
he had escorted bis late beloved sov
ereign to her Last resting place on that
never-to-be-forgotten day close on five
years ago now; those three events In
his life had been the great strains to
which his nerves and sensibilities had
been subjected In ths past
But this was altogether different
The sensations which the good man ex
perienced were such (hat he scarcely
knew them himself; he had facedsorrow
before, never dishonor—some one else'B
dishonor, of course—still L* touched
him very nearly, for, though he might
not be u very keen observer, he dearly
loved his daughter, and dishonor
seemed to be touching her, striking at
her through Luka
CHAPTER XX.
AND THAT'S THE TRUTH.
Frederick Power was shown In.
I wont have you think that thovo
was anything remarkable about the
man, or anything that would—even
momentarily—distinguish him from any
number of other hall porters, who wear
a uniform and peaked cap, have the air
of having seen miliary service, and
wear a couple of medals on u well-de
veloped chest.
He was perfectly respectful, all the
more so because Sir Thomas was Gen
eral 61r Thomas Kyder, K. C. B.—a fact
which Impressed the ex-soldler far more
than any other exalted title, non-mllt
ary In character, would have done.
Hs saluted and steed at attention,
and as he gave answer to Sir Thomas'
preliminary questions his words rang
out clear and direct, obviously truthful,
as if echoing In the barrack yard at C
a. m. of u frosty spring morning.
"Your name Lb---?"
“Frederick Powers, sir.”
“You are ball porter at the Veterans'
club in Shaftesbury avenue."
"X§6, sir."
"You were In the lobby of the olub
last night as usual?"
“Yes, sir."
"And Hr. Phillip de Mountford, who
Is a member of the club, was lu the
smoking room at S o'clock yesterday
evening?"
“Yes, sir.”
"He came almost every evening, I un
derstand?”
"That’s right, sir."
“Alone mostly?”
"Not often, sir. Lord Radolyffa was
with him most evenings."
"And Lord Radclyffe and Mr. de
Mountford dined together on those oc
casions In the club dining room?"
“Yes, sir.”
“But last night Mr. Do Mountford
was alone?"
“Yes. sir. He had some dinner at
about half past seven and then ha went
to the smoking room.”
"Later on a gentleman called to see
him ?"
“That's right, sir. It was about a
quarter past eight. The gentleman
asked to see Lord Radclyffe, but X said
thut 'Is lordship 'odn't coine to the club
this night. Then the gentleman asked
If Mr. da Mountford was In. and I said
yes.”
“And you showed him Into the smok
ing room?"
“1 told *Im he would And Mr. do
Mountford In the smoking room; yea,
sir.”
“Isn't that rather against club rulos
to allow strangers to walk In and out
of the rooms."
“Well, sir, the Veterans’ Is a new
club—and the committee ain't very par
tlk'lar."
"I sea"
So far the questions and answers had
followed on one another in quick suc
cession. Sir Thomas Ryder, with his
clever lean head held somewhat on one
side, appeared to be reciting a well
learned lesson, so even and placid was
the tone of his voice and so Indifferent
the expression of his furrowed face.
One leg was crossed over the other
and his tapering hands, white and
wrinkled like his face, toyed with a
large ivory paper knife hardly whiter
In color than they.
He had not told Frederick Power to
sit down, as he might have done In the
case of a witness who was a civilian.
He preferred to keep the man standing,
and at attention, confident that he
would thus get clearer and sharper re
plies.
"Well, then.” he resumed after a brief
Interval during which he had modified
his position somewhat, but had not
varied the placid expression of Ills
face, "you told the visitor that he would
find Mr. de Mountford In the smoking
room. What happened after that?"
"The gentleman wulkod In, sir. And
he shut the door, sir, after ’im."
“Did you brajr anything that went
on Inside the room?"
"No, sir. I didn't pay no attention at
first, sir."
"Then afterward? After awhile, you
did pay attention, didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir, I did. The door of the
smoking room Is quite close to the en
trance, sir, and presently I heard loud
voices like as If the two gentlemen wm
quarrelling."
"Did you hear what was said?"
(Continued Next Week.)
A NEW SPELLING CONTEST
What word of five letters may be
expressed In two?
A composition? S. A.
Decrepitude. D. K.
An English county? S. X.
To surpass? X L.
A girl’s name? L. N.
Another girl’s name? K. T.
Requiring replenishing? M. T.
This list may be added to by an in
genious hostess; the above are merely
given to show how the scheme Is
worked out. I heard some young peo
ple playing this game and a man who
has passed the half hundred mile
stone said to me with longing In his
voice, “Just listen; aren’t they having
a good time?"
Bon Voyage.
From the Denver Republican.
Such a death, that leaves so much un
done and so many wondrouB plana half
wrought, Is nothing short of calamitous.
But the last Wight has been taken, with
Death at the steering wheel, and the
world can only stand with bared head
gazing into the unknown and exclaim;
"Bon voyage, Wilbur Wright.”
The Best Way.
From the York Dispatch.
A correspondent wants to know how to
pronounce Chihuahua. The best way Is to
say Chy-hcw-hewa and then laugh as
though you knew better. If it Is done ar
tistically, you can get away with It nearly
every time. The same treatment has been
frequently applied to decollette with great
success.
An uncretain Market.
Simple Simon, aeroplaning,
Said he didn’t know
That he’d ever seen the time
When Ian** was quite so low.
Touched a harmless-looking lever,
Tumbled to his fate.
“Zounds!'' said Simon. “What a sudden
Rise in real estate!”
—May Llpplncott’s.
Love may find a way—\ut It Ian**,
always able to pay the freight.
Why be oonatlpated when yon can get Qaiw
field Tea at any drug store? It will qtdaldy re
lieve and Us benefits will lie realized.
Cheerful Outlook.
“Father, dear,” said Amaranth,
“Willie Smlthers Is going to call at
your office this morning to ask you
for my hand. Isn’t there some little
hint I can give him before he goes
so as to make It easier for him?”
"Yes,” said Mr. Blinks, "tell him to
take ether before he comes. It will
save him much pain."—Harper's
Weekly.
Singing and the Lungs.
It is well known that singing, Ilka
whistling, Is a fine exercise for the
lungs, and some doctors advise those
who fear consumption to go In for
singing for this reason.
At the Bame time they, of course,
do not advance the claim that singing
alone will save ajiyone from or cure
consumption. Acquire the habit of
taking the big deep breath, which Is a
primary requlsita of any kind of Bing
ing, bad or good, and the physical
Joy derived from It will never allow
you to relapse into lazy breathing.
SEVEN YEARS
Of MISERY
How Mr*. Bethune was Ro>
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and so weak I could
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cramps, backache
and headache, and
was so nervous and
weak that I dreaded
to see anyone or
have anyone move in
the room. The doc
tors gave me medi
those times, and said that I ought to
have an operation. I would not listen to
that, and when a friend of my husband’*
told him about Lydia EL Pinkham’s Veg
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for his wife, I was willing to take it.
Now I look the picture of health and feel'
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work, work in the garden and entertain
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as far as any ordinary woman, any day*
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Remember, the remedy which did this
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DEFIUCE STARCH- :, .^
—other •torch*- only 13 ooocw—euno pries -nA
-•DEFIANCE*- 18 SUPERIOR QUALITY.
SIOUX CITY PTG. CO., NO. 28-1912.
Sioux City Directory
"Hub of the Northwest."
GOINGTOBliiLD?
The Lytle CensirectlonComp*ny»SleuxCHjv
Iowa, can help you. Stora build in* a, churches
achools and large rcaidencea erected aiurwherta
CLAROX
THE BRICK WITH A NAME
Mfd. by SIOUX CUT BRICK k TILE WORKS
Far Sale By Year Lumbenua
DEALERS: GET OUR PRICES 0*
Selected Hard Brick—Hollow
Brick—Hollow Blocks—Sewer
Pipe—Drain Tile—Flue Lin
ings —Well Curbing — Wall
Coping—Impervious Face
Brick—Red Pressed Brick—
Fire Proofing — Silo BIox
