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A white man had been arrested for careless driving of a second-hand car. “Hit's tollable.” Miranda said. “Have you ever seen him drive his car before?” “Yes, sah." “Would you consider him careless?" “Well, jedge, ez for de car—dat lit tle thing ain't gwinter hurt nobuddy, but being us is all here, 1 might cz well tell yo' dat he sho' is keerless ’bout payin’ fo’ his wash!"—Case and Comment. A Unexpected Reply. The teacher had been giving a long lecture on the need of a good educa tion and, wishing to know if it was making a good impression on her pu pils, she asked: “What is the best thing to take through life with you?” You can imagine how pleased she was when her favorite pupil, who was usually rather dreamy, quickly raised his hand. “Well, John. I’m glad to see that you've been paying attention. You may tell us.” She was much dismayed when he innocently answered, “A good girl!” His Good Points. “How in the world do you manage to stand for that fellow Thompson?” “Oh, believe me, he has a lot Df things one can find to like about him?” "11c has? What, for instance?” "Well, a fine automobile, a big yacht and a country place with seven spare bedrooms.” HARD ON CHILDREN When Teacher Has Coffee Habit. 4 “Best is best, and best will ever live.'’ When a person feels this way about Postum they are glad to give testimony for the benefit of others. A school teacher down in Miss, says: “I had been a coffee drinker since my childhood, and the last few years it had injured me seriously. “One cup of coffee taken at break fast would cause me to become so nervous that I could scarcely go through with the day's duties, and this nervousness was often accompanied by deep depression of spirits and heart palpitation. “1 am a teacher by profession, and when under the influence of coffee had to struggle against crossness when in the school room. “When talking this over with my physician, he suggested that I try Postum, so I purchased a package and made it carefully according to direc tions; found it excellent of flavour, and nourishing. "In a short time I noticed very grati fying effects. My nervousness disap peared, I was not irritated by my pu pils, life seemed full of sunshine, and my heart troubled me no longer. “I attribute my change in health and spirits to Postum alone.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Postum comes In two forms: Postum Cereal—the original form— must bo 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 00c tins. Both kinds are equally delicious and cost about the same per cup. “There's a Reason” for Postum. —sold by Grocers. - im nn MARY MIDTHORNE BT \= GEORGE BARR McCUTCHEON. Author of “Gruustark." “Truxton King,” otc. Copyright. 1911. By Dodd. Mead A Co. J Mil llll till CHAPTER XX—(CONTINUED). It was then that Mary proposed that she set out for Mrs. Payson's home at once, with the view of finding Eric. It was still early and he was doubtless there in consultation with Payson, who was not to return to New York until late in the afternoon. | "Go, my dear,” said her aunt. "Lose no time. It is most imperative.” | As for Eric, we know that he did not go to the Widow Payson’s. ! With Judge Bright he entered the county court house ut 10 o'clock. They had gone to the office of the lawyer in Bank street, only to be told by the clerk that Mr. Gates unexpectedly had been called to the sheriff’s office a few minutes earlier. He did not know the nature of the business, but it was im ; portant, as his superior had departed in haste. As they walked down the corridor they were met by the editor of the Courier, who came up from the other entrance, quite out of breath and vis ibly excited. "Hello,” he said. Being an editor, he was on familiar terms with everyone, great and small. A justice of the su preme court possessed no terrors for him. “Morning, judge. Well, well, Eric, let me congratulate you. Great piece of news. All in type by this time, loo. I—” "Congratulate?" gasped Eric. "Type?" ejaculated Judge Bright. “Sure. Your uncle released it by phone 10 minutes ago. and told me to get over here as quickly as I could. Corinth will turn over in its grave when it sees the Courier this evening. Great guns! Think of a library build ing bigger than the new paper mill and straw board works combined! Why, it’s—’’ Eric's bitter laugh stopped him. “I fancy, Cooper, you'll have an other bit of news that will surprise you, ' said Judge Bright. | “Not the wedding announcement!” | gasped Cooper, showing how the wind blew. “That comes later on,” said the judge. “Well, well, I—I do congratulate you,” said the editor, sticking out his hand once more. But Erie's eyes were on the door of the sheriff’s office and he did not see the ink-stained fingers. “In the private office, judge,” said the lone deputy in the front ofHce. "Waitin for Eric in there. H’are you, Eric? What’s up?" Mr. Cooper was following the pair into the private office when the deputy called out to him: "Private, Joe. Can’t go in yet.” “I’ve been sent for,” retorled Coop er, the editor. "Set down. They’ll send again, 1 guess,” said the deputy succinctly. There were three men in the private office, all standing. Judge Brignt closed the door. Mr. Gates, the lawyer, stood beside the table, confronting the sheriff and the state's attorney. The latter evidently had been reading aloud the document whi«h he held in his hand. The sheriff, a tot little man with chin whiskers, was lttoklng over the other's shoulder as the newcomers entered. He immediately turned to them, betraying considerable excitement. greeted, stepping forward. "Glad to see you. How ure you tills morning? Morning, judge. Well—'■ he affected a pleasant grin—"I guess it won't take long to fix it all up. This is the state s attorney, Mr. Midthorne. Reckon you know Mr. Gates. He is to represent you, I believe. Course, I suppose, to be quite regular, I should put you un der arrest, Mr. Midthorne. But what's the use going over all that? W'e un derstand each other, I reckon, so—" "But I do not understand,” cried Eric in astonishment. "How do you happen to know what I am here for? How one knows except—” “Oh, Mr. Blagden's upstairs in the court room now, waiting for us,” ex plained the sheriff. “Got the bond all ready to be signed and everything. So, don't worry. Mr. Collins here has got the affidavit drawn—on information and belief, ain't it?—and as long as you’re satisfied to give yourself up, it won’t be necessary for me to have a warrant. Course, the affidavit will have to be read, and all that, but it won't take long.” “My uncle has been here?” gasped Eric, recovering from his surprise. Mr. Gates came forward. "He has at tended to everything, Mr. Midthorne. You may leave it all in my hands. I think we will have no difficulty in se curing a speedy trial. You—but we will discuss the matter later in my office.” He waved his hand in the direction of the state’s attorney, smiling blandly. ‘‘You see, we can’t afford to play into the hands of the enemy.” Completely dazed, Eric followed the men out of the office and up the broad steps to the court room. Mr. Cooper took it upon himself to walk beside the young man. "What’s up?” he whispered eagerly. “What’s going on? Put a fellow next, Eric. The—old geezer upstairs isn’t thinking of a divorce, is he.?’’ “Good heaven, no!” exclaimed Eric. He liked Joe Cooper. “Wait a few min utes. I can’t tell you now.” The court room was quite empty, ex cept for the presence of a long figure seated Inside the railing, quite close to the bench, and two bailiffs who con versed lazily at one of the windows overlooking Main street. Despite its deserted appearance, court wras in session. The judge leaned for ward to converse in subdued tones with the man below. He looked up as the group came through the swinging doors, and settled back in his chair to com pose himself for that typical exposition of Judicial indifference that never fails to create in the mind of the layman doubt as to whether the court is asleep or awake, or merely thinking of some thing entirely foreign to the cause be fore him. And Just when you think he is sleeping the soundest, he starts up and says something so pertinent that you know he has been listening all the time. Only it does make one drowsy to watch the half recumbent court on a warm day late in the April term. You wonder if he, too, isn’t thinking of meadow larks. Eric, a trifle dazed and bewildered, stooped Just Inside the rail, while the others went forward—that is to say, with the single exception of the sheriff, who, after several leisurely strides, be thought himself of his prisoner and halted In some conflict between his duty as a custodian and a certain in born tendency to avoid anything that might give offense to Mr. Horace Blag den. He managed to console himself with the thought that, figuratively, he had haled his prisoner into court. Still, he halted and motioned for Eric to draw nearer and sit down. The prisoner—for he was a prisoner in the strict sense of the word—did 36 not sit clown, but stood there storing at the tall, thin figure of his uncle, who had risen and was facing him. The domineering look had come back into the face of Horace Blagden. It was the look of the man who takes things in his own hands and has his own way, no matter what the Issue. He had quite overlooked the fact that this was Eric's affair, to be handled as he saw fit, and had taken the initiative with out consulting his nephew’s wishes—a very characteristic Blagden trait that had not been completely overcome, it would appear. Suddenly a smile crept Into his face, an appealing, wistful smile, that was more of an apology than all the words he could have uttered. A moment be fore he would have commanded Eric to approach; now he hesitatingly motioned with his hand. Together they stood before the court while Mr. Collins read the affidavit. The two bailiffs, aroused from their lethargy, drew near, and the deputy clerk emerged from the inner room in response to a summons from the bench. Mr. Blagden had shaken hands with his nephew, and had stroked his shoulder kindly. The puzzled editor, taking note of this, blinked his eyes dizzily. It was most extraordinary!! A minute later he was drinking in the most stupendous news story that, ever had come to him in all his years of experience: the so lution of the great Blagden mystery. "Say 'not guilty,'" whispered Mr. Blagden in Eric's ear. “Not guilty,” said Eric, taking his eyes from the prosecutor's face to stare blankly at his uncle. He h.eard the court speaking. He was being bound over in the sum of $10,000 to the next term, unless the case could be moved forward by mutual con sent and in the convenience of the court. "Mr. Oakes and Mr. Elston will sign the bond, Mr. Sheriff," said Horace "I daresay they are waiting in your of fice now. Shall we go down?" "But I don't know either, of these gentlemen," protested Eric. "Besides, I mean to have John Payson attend to the bond for—” "Nonsense,” said Mr. Blagden, “It is all attended to. There can't be any hitch. I’ve telephoned to Mr. Oakes and Mr. Elston, asking them to come here at once. I shall tell them what it is all about when I see them. They will be very happy to go on the bond, I am sure. Some sort of ridiculous law pro hibits my signing the bond, my boy, or at least, so your attorney informs me.” In the corridor. Eric came out of the daze that had held him in a sort of stupor during all of the proceedings. He drew hi3 uncle aside. "Uncle Horace." he said simply, "I don’t know what to say to you. I don’t know how to express my self. Will you give me time to think it all out and let me tell you later how much I—” “Eric,” interrupted the older man, “I am doing all this to please your aunt and myself. We are very selfish peo ple. We are covetous. We have discov ered there is something that we have always wanted and never really had. We want to be loved.” CHAPTER XXI. lMJi. fllUKINliNU liN UA.\L»I D J. rtJldi. 1 In the meantime. Mary Midthorne had found Jack Payson. She descend ed from exxclusive Upper Cor inth into the prim but humble district known as the Fourth ward, where lived the plain people; here no man was downright poor, yet none was rich, save in honor and contentment. You had but to look at the long rows of cottages to know that peace reigned external if not eternal. There were no outward signs of envy or jealousy, yet how well the woman was despised whose husband prospered so steadily that he was looking at property ’way up town with a view to building a house that was “fit to live in.” Even the erection of a summer kitchen or the expansion of the front stoop Into a veranda was proof of an affluency that came in for general resentment and all sorts of talk about “pride going before a fall.” But the people of Corinth never fell In just that way. Their thrift was their pride. If they fell it was not because pride had anything to do with it, but because it was the height of extrava gance to carry fire Insurance. You might burn them out, but In no other way could you humble them—especially those who lived in the Fourth ward. The Widow Payson lived in one of the clean little streets that lay within easy walking distance of every other place in Corinth. If you had a springy, pro- t Jecting stride, you could easily make , the docks in five minutes, or you could I circle the court house square and do a block or two extra in six or seven. I Besides, it wasn’t far to Upper Corlntn, ‘ and was farther removed from the de- | tested Todviile. There was really some- * thing in that. By an odd perfection of' street nomenclature, it was called Han dy street, in commemoration of a cit izen who went to war as a private and came out a corporal. A great favorite with Washington, the story goes, and Intensely disliked by King George the Third. At any rate, Mrs. Payson lived In Handy street. Hers was a neat little cottage, with vines growing all over It, and a garden at the back with a white washed fence around it, Just as you might have expected. There was a great knocker on the vine surrounded door inside the porch, and a name plate, and a peep hole, with a sliding shutter. As quaint a place as you would see In a day’s journey through old New Eng land. Mary, flushed and suddenly shy, rat tled the knocker after a rather timid fashion. The door was opened at once, to her great surprise. She had been watching the closed shutter In the an cient peep hole as if fascinated, con fidently expecting to see It slide back to reveal a gruesome, questioning eye. John Payson himself opened the door. A certain, haggard, tired expression left his face as if by magic. If she had been less absorbed In her own feelings, she would have noticed something more than surprise In the eyes of her lover. "Why, Mary!” he exclaimed, throw ing the door wide open. "What has hap pened ? Has anything gone wrong with Eric?” "Hasn’t he been here? You have not seen him?” she Inquired anxiously. He had not asked her to enter, but stood before her, blocking the doorway. "I have not seen him,” he said, a queer nervousness In his manner. "What has happened? Tell me. Can L be of any service to him?” "May I not come In. Jack?” she asked suddenly struck by the odd look In his ;yes. A swift premonition of disaster :ame over her. He was so palpably 111 at east anress them. Hlllls came from a little Iowa town and from a quiet career Into an en vironment of vast wealth and speculative ictlvtty. He learned to think In millions. Had he remained In Magnolia, la., he would have continued to think In hundreds Wid thousands. His desires might have >een limited to a good house In a nice telghborhood, a 11,000 car and an Income hat would permit him to live safely and lapplly there In his old age. 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