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\ Summer Luncheons ■ inajiffy "III I rLet Libby'* splendid chef* relieve you ~ I W of hot-weather cooking. Stock the ™ pantry ^ shelf with cMtfZSg* & and the other good summer meats—including Libby’s Vienna Sausage—you'll find them fresh and appetizing. Libby, McNeilI & Libby, Chicago S I NOT MODERN KIND OF BEAU Girl of Today Is Looking for Some, thing Different From This All Too-Bashful “Chump.” The dear girls were comparing notei on subjects of more or less impor tance. “Your beau seems rather bashful,’ said Stella. “Bashful!” echoed Mabel. “Why bashful is no name for it.” “Why don’t you encourage him?* queried her friend. “I have tried,” answered Mabel, “but the attempt was a measly failure. Only last night I sat all alone on the sofa and he perched up In chair as fai away as he could get. I asked him If he didn't .hink it strange that the length of a man’s arm was the same as the distance around a woman's i waist, and what do you think he did?’’ “Just what any sensible man would have done—tried it, I suppose.” "Not any, thank you. He asked 11 f could find a piece of string, so we could measure and see if it was a fact. Isn’t he the limit?” Mollified. This really happened in New York ’.he other day: Displeased Parent—Molly. I find pou have been buying three pairs of gloves without my permission. Why Jid you do it? Miss Molly (aged twelve)—Why, daddy, I was obliged to have some gloves; I hadn’t a pair to wear! Displeased Parent—It was very wrong of you to buy the gloves with out asking either your mother or me about it. Miss Molly—Well, never mind, dad dy dear; they won’t cost anything. I had them charged!—New York Eve ning Post. She Understood. “I took my wife out to a ball game yesterday,” said Fansome. "I know you suffered,” said Park way. “Indeed I did! The home team gave a rotten exhibition of ball playing and the caustic comments my wife made kept me squirming until the last man was out.” Her Bright Outlook. “How are you going to spend the summer?” “Pa’s rented a cottage again, and I suppose ’111 spend it in the kitchen cooking fish for our city friends to eat, the way I did last year.”—Detroit Free Press. Going Up. “It takes a good man to bring home the bacon.” “And it takes a better man than it did a few years back. Meat products are on the rise.” BUILT A MONUMENT The Best Sort in the World. “A monument built by and from Postum,” is the way an Illinois man describes himself. He says: “For years I was a coffee drinker until at last I became a terrible suf ferer from dyspepsia, constipation, headaches and indigestion. “The different kinds of medicine I tried did not cure me, and finally some »ne told me to leave off coffee and :ake up Postum. I was fortunate in having the Postum made strictly ac jording to directions on the pkg., so that from the start I liked It. "Gradually my condition changed. The old troubles disappeared and I began to feel well again. My appetite became good and I could digest food. Now I am restored to strength and health, can sleep sound all night and iwake with a fresh and rested body. “I am really a monument bUilt by Postum, for I was a physical wreck, distressed in body and mind, and am now a strong, healthy man. I know exactly what made the change; it was leaving off coffee and using Postum." Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read “The Road to Well ville,” in pkgs. Postum comes in two forms: Postum Cereal—the original form— must be well boiled. 15c and 25c pack ages. Instant Postum—a soluble powder— dissolves quickly in a cup of hot wa ter, and with cream and sugar, makes a delicious beverage instantly. 30c and 60c tins. Both kinds are equally delicious and eost about the same per cup. “There’s a Reason” for Postum. *■ * — —sold by Grocers. mi mi mi f MARY MIDTHORNE 1| BY GEORGE BARR McCUTCHEON. Author ot “Graustark,” “Truxton King;,” etc. Copyright, 1911, By Do<td, Mead ft Co. J) V J HU III! III! V J CHAPTER XIII—Continued. , Regular letters came to Eric from his sister and from Joan—airy, newsy one from Mary, loving ones with no news in them from Joan. The great est piece of news that came from Mary, who dealt with it by the page, and which was briefly treated by Joan, was the staggering information that the congregation had asked for Mr. Presbrey’s resignation. This news came while Eric was in Munich, com pleting a brief course of study in that city, some little time before he was to return to America. He had gone first to Vienna and then to Munich, after finishing the course at the Beaux Arts. From all that he could make out of the disconnected, almost exuberant letter. Mr. Presbrey had undertaken to put himself and God over and above Horace Blagden in the management of the church, with dire consequences to at least one of the allies. (I am quot ing Mary almost literally.) It seemed that Mr. Presbrey mlsconstructed a certain listlessness on the part of the great man of Corinth; he took it that Mr. Blagden was losing his force as a dominant leader, that he no longer held the reins in a rigid grip, so to speak. The worthy pastor took heart. He assumed an independence that, through cultivation, grew rapidly into arrogance. He openly defleld Horace at a time when it seemed most unlike ly that that gentleman would rise from the ashes of his hopes to take issue With him. The controversy had a trivial be ginning. Mr. Presbrey “took sides” in a choir squabble. The soprano and the tenor, it appears, quarreled over the proper way to interpret a duet in one of the Easter anthems. The fact that It was a contralto and bass duet doesn’t seem to have mat tered, although you’d think it would. The bass and the contralto were not consulted. They wrere Ignored. For tunately for the congregation, they Bung it in their own sweet way and no one was aware of the fact that the anthem was ruthlessly spoiled until it became known that the soprano and tenor were not on speaking terms with each other. J- uv.11 uiu vv » ucfetiii vunvi 11V/ Lice of the dissension in the loft. Inside of a fortnight, the entire congregation ■was involved. Mr. Presbrey came out flat-footed for the tenor, who, on week days, gave vocal lessons in re spectable support of a teacher in the Sunday school—his wife, by the way •—and did not smoke nor drink. More over, he advised his pupils to abstain from smoking and drinking. Neither habits was good for the voice, he ex plained. The soprano, on the other hand, was a good looking young wom an, who went to Boston twice a Week to take lessons, and who spent all she earned on hats and things to be deck herself with, so that the men in the pews would think she could sing, though their wives told them she couldn't. Also she was given to singing secular songs of a rather buoyant character at public en tertainments in the opera house, and she had spent an entire season in the chorus of the English Opera com pany in Boston, ostensibly for the training it was said, but, according to certain ladies in the congregation, in the hope that she might some day be requested to appear In tights. The soprano was conscious of a very good figure. Well, to get back to Mary’s letter: Mr. Blagden suddenly threw off his lethargy. The soprano, it so happened, had been elevated to the choir on his recommendation, and as he paid the weekly salaries of the quartet out of his own purse, no one had the right.to object to his selection, although nearly every woman in the church knew of someone better qualified than Miss Smith. And so, in the midst of petty strife. Horace, like the big man that he was, snapped his fingers smartly and the whole congregation scurried back to the fold in a most amiable way. The surprised Mr. Prebrey was left Ulone, a shorn, stark figure to face the result of his convictions. He resolved to stand his ground. The poprano must go. Likewise the fiddler who came in occasionally to play obli gatos to her solos. The First Congre gational church was not a dance house. To the intense amazement of every one. he bluntly announced in open meeting that a new soprano would be engaged for the ensuing quarter. Horace could hardly believe his ears. ‘‘Miss Smith is hired by the year, Mr. Presbrey,” he said stiffly, arising from his seat in Congregational meeting. ‘I trust you will pardon the liberty I take in reminding you, Mr. Blagden, that she is no hired by the congre gation,” remarked the minister, mildly. Horace responded with his wintry smile. “By the same token, she should be dismissed by the person who hired her.” A change Is absolutely necessary, sir.” Horace was thoughtful for a moment. "I understand they need a soprano In the Second church. If you insist on her leaving this church, I shall be very glad to recommend her for the position there.” The threat in these words was too thinly veiled to escape the attention of the members who filled the chapel. No matter how gravely they had divided against each other in the choir squab ble, they became a unit of apprehension in view of the catastrophe that sud denly loomed up before them. If Miss Smith went to the Second church, there also would go the mighty Blagdens. And then, what would be lome of the mortgage on the church? Someone sprang to his feet and sug gested that the matter be deferred for a fortnight or so. Mr. Presbrey had the temerity to say the Second church lould have Miss Smith and be welcome to all she could bring with her. That was the beginning. It went from bad to worse, Mr. Presbrey finally re sorting to personalities. He said that It was time to throw off the yoke. Mr. Blagden, he explained, was scarcely the one to regulate the policies of a great church when one stopped to con sider the unhappy results of his ef forts to bring up nis own son in Christ. Moreover, had it not been for the in tervention of himself and Mrs. Pres brey, those two excellent young per sons, the Mldthornes, might have been hectored into a natural defiance of all the laws of God and man, simply be cause the home influences that sur rounded them were not calculated to inspire gentleness of spirit or contrite ness of heart. With an equal chance. Chetwynd could have been saved, Dut no! The parents of that young man stood between him and the true agents of God. They set themselves over against their closed gates and said to God’s minister: ‘‘Hands off. This is ours.” At 'this Juncture, Horace, pallid as a 22 ghost, arose from his chair and, with out looking to right or left, stalked from the chapel, followed by his wife, whose whitened head was bent and whose limbs tottered. The next day, bright and early, Horace Blagden sent out a command to the officers and chief men of the First church. They obeyed, and 3 o’clock found all of them gathered in the pri vate offices of the banker. They came away from that meeting with grave faces and troubled hearts, but just the same, they affected no sign of hes itancy In asking Mr. Presbrey for his resignation. The minister was dumbfounded. He had known all along that he was kick ing against the pricks but, to quote Uncle Jabez Carr, “he didn't know there was a mule watin’ to kick back when he was a-lookin’ t’other way.” Mr. Presbrey refused to resign. A great hullabaloo ensued. Corinth had never known the like of it. Todvllle chuckled, and, to a man came out for Mr. Presbrey. The same spirit inflated the narrow by-ways along the water front until they were ready to burst with acclaim. Notwithstanding Mr. Presbrey's rigorous efforts to reform that section of town, or to obliterate it entirely, the saloon keepers, the brothel house owners, and the human dregs of Corinth joyfully took sides with him in the fight against Horace Blagden, a rather anomalous condi tion, you may say, but perfectly natur al if you pause to consider the rela tive influence of the two contenders. Bower Corinth had no fear of God, but It sluijk away from Horace Blagden. Therefore, if it could destroy HoTacS, there ■would be nothing to fear. A subsequent letter from Mary in formed Eric that Mr. Presbrey was to open a school for boys on the old Dex ter farm, just above Corinth. A youngish man from Boston was likely to be called to the First church. He had preached for two Sundays on trial and Uncle Horace was quite enthusias tic over him. f ew ana mr Detween were tne let ters the young man received from his uncle. They were always of a business nature, absolutely undeviating in that respect. Drafts from dividends, re ports on properies, and matters of that sort. There never -was a letter from Aunt Rena. She made no effort to be friendly. But one day, a month before he was to sail for homo, Eric received from his uncle a letter that sorely disturbed his peace of mind. It revived the old dread that grew up with him from childhood and which had lain dormant for the past few years—the dread of the pro phecy concerning himself and Mary. He had killed his man. likat much of it was fulfilled. Now, what of Mary? Was she to fulfill her part of the ugly prophecy? His uncle, after apologising for call ing his attention to the unpleasant mat ter to follow, wrote: *'I am very glad to hear that you are coming home. It is not, as I have stat ed before in this letter, my custom to interfere in the affairs of others. Since you and Mary reached an age that war ranted the belief that you would be capable of thinking soundly for your selves, I have not undertaken to ob trude my opinions, much less to offer criticism of any act or impulse. You, Eric, X knew to be level headed and steady. I have had no fears for you. Regarding Mary, I cannot speak so confidently. She is wayward and she is extremely pretty. The combina tion is not as desirable as it may stem, as viewed from the vantage point of an older head. We have tried to keep the path she traverses clean and free from contaminating influences. But she gees fit to resent our thoughtful considera tion. I am not pretending to you, even deiusivelv, that she has overstepped the bounds of propriety in any sens® of the term. I believe Mary to be a good girl and pure minded. \ ‘‘You recall young Payson. He is now, as you doubtless know, living in New York, where he has a position with a large bond house—a responsible posi tion, I hear. He belongs to several clubs and is what is termed a man amout town. The influences of Corinth seem to have deserted him. I am not questioning his integrity. That privilege was denied me long ago. I was mistaken about him once. I shall not fall into error again. I did him a grievous wrong. Had it not been for the arrogant demands of Adam Carr, I should have been inclined to restore him to his po sition in the bank. But that was not to be considered. I owe nothing to the generosity of Adam Carr. He is my enemy. ivovv to come to me point. Mary, wno will soon be 21, has taken a great fancy to this young man. He visits his mother here regularly and. while X cannot ask him to come to my home, Mary sees him frequently and in a clandestine manner. Your aunt and I have remon strated, but to no avail. She goes about with him when the occasion presents itself. She rides in his automobile with strange men and women from New York—flashy women who drink and smoke. I am sorry to say that she seems to be estranged from her friend and old time companion, Joan Bright. The inference is plain. Joan does not approve of John Pavson and his friends. We see but little of her in these days. A few nights ago Mary cams horns from an all day trip—on a Sabbath — and your aunt distinctly smelt ths odor of wine on her breath. “Last week I met Payson in Corinth. Realizing that it was better for every one concerned, I politely asked him to come to my house to see Mary. We would be glad to welcome ,him there. He calmly informed me that he would not put foot inside my gates, not in 1,000,000 years, or something to that ef fect. Whereupon I notified him that he could not continue his attentions to my niece unless he were manly enough to visit her in the hams of her protectors. I will not repeat what he said in re sponse to this. Suffice to say, he in sulted me. He did not hesitate te say that he would see Mary when he pleased and as he pleased. “I do not like this young man. tie is not all that he should be. Judge Bright, once his friend, now says that he belongs to a fast set in New York, and has been spoiled by prosperity and adulation. I am quite sure that he means to marry your sister If she will have him. He knows that she will come into a fortune soon. He is a reckless speculator, I am told. I fear for her Interests more than I can tell you. "You know him. I leave it to you as to whether he is altogether the man you would choose to be the husband, or even the lover of your sister. “In bringing this matter to your at tention, I will go a bit beyond the bounds of reticence. Do you know his history? Do vou know why Adam Carr takes such a deep interest in him? Do you know whose sou he is? These are questions that will confront you. I could answer all of them, but will not. "I will simply say that he is not to be thought of as a husband for Mary, and in saying so to the son of Philip Mid thorne, who was a gentleman born, I feel that my convictions are not with out weight in your estimation. “As I said before. I rejeice that you arc coming home. You, and you alone, can influence Mary. She must not be ' permitted to go on in this affair. Do not write to h of what I am telling you. Her resentment might lead her to do the very thing we are seeking to pre vent by diplomacy and tact. She is lovable and sho adores you. You can save her, Eric. “Jack Payson will do all that he can j to hurt me. He has never forgiven me. | He would take her, honorably or oth- j erwise, merely to have the chance to 1 gloat over me. "Your devoted uncle, “Horace Blasden.” CHAPTER XIV. LET THERE BE LIGHT. When Brie came dewn the gang plank at the pier in New' York city, the one familiar face that met his gaze belonged te Adam Carr. The square, stubborn figure ef the detective was at the bottom ef the slip, and no amount of Jostling disturbed it. ‘Tve got news fer you." was his greeting, as Eric extended his hand. "And I have a question or two to put to yeu, Mr. Adam,’’ said the young man promptly. “I suppose you want to ask me about Jack Payson," observed Adam as they moved off toward the “M” section. “I thought you’d be wanting to get at the facts, First, let's hustle your stuff through these fellows here. I've got It flxed so that you won’t be delayed. Little pull.” "Thanks. What is your news?” "Your sister is in New York.” “In New York? How—what do you mean? Is she here to meet me?" “Net exactly that. I think she's here to avoid meeting you." Eric turned ley cold. People stared ftt him as he reached blindly for the sup port of one ef the posts. “Fer God's sake—" he began hoarse ly, and could go no farther. His eyes asked all the questions that were nec essary. i "I’ve got a cab outside. We 11 talk about it as we drive up. Be calm. Everything's all right with her, I’m sure. She’s staying with friends. Old Horace didn’t know how to handle her, that’* all. She’s like a spirited, thoroughbred horse. He went a step too far into her private affairs." "You mean, she’s—she’s left Corinth —left my uncle’s house?” cried Eric. "She had to. Any girl of spirit would have done the same.” "But why did you say she was here to avoid meeting me? What is wrong? What has she clone?” Destiny! Foreerdlnatlon! The pro mises of their childhood! All of these rushed across his mind in horrid re view. His heart was like lead. “Oh, it was wrong to leave her,” he groaned, before the other could reply. "I am to blame If anything has hap pened—” "People are staring at you, Eric. Puli yourself together. I guess I was too sudden. It’s a fault I have. You've got a wrong impression, I see. She’s all right. Don’t worry. I should have said she wanted to avoid meeting yeu in Corinth. She's done with Corinth forever. Here’s the inspector.” Half an hour later, they were on their way up town in a hansom. A fino drizzle was blowing In their faces as they leaned back in the seat, neither of them caring to have the glass low ered. "Now I’ll answer your questions about Jack Payson,” said Adam quiet ly. "I want to know about Mary. What's happened?” "Well, she eloped a week or 10 days ago. She's of age now and can do as she pleases.” “In heaven’s name, why did she leave Cerlnth? What is she doing in New Yerk? Where is she—” "Olve me time, my lad. Horace ob jects to Jack Payson, that’s the sum and substance of it. He’s never got ever the fact that he did the bov a wreng. You knew and he knows that Jack trM not guilty of robbing the bank, but Horace hates him simply because he didn’t do it. Jack's all right. He has done well In New York. Godsend te him to get out of Corinth. He wants to marry your sister. Hold on! Don’t fly eft the handle now. He may not have ae much blua blood in him as you have, but he’e got plenty of honest red blood, and he's a man, in spite of Horace. He’a square and he's good enough for any woman, If you can say that of any man. He—” "I don’t know anything about him. Who was his father? Does anyone know? Do you know?” Adam’a eyes narrowed ever so slight ly, and he was slow In replying. “Be blunt about it. You want to know If he was born—straight. That’a it, isn’t it?” "That’s it.” "If his mother was straight?" “Yes. And why you have always been so deeply interested in him,” blurted out Eric. "That’s something I cannot answer,” said Adam, looking straight ahead. “You mean you won’t,” cried Eric. (CONTINUED NEXT WEEK). ’ Which Room? Prom Judge. In a western town there was once a hotel that all traveling salesmen avoided except when they couldn't. There wae no heating system, ths only warmth In the house being supplied by a small stove In the office. 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