t
WOMAN REFUSES
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WHERE HE WAS CARELESS
Miranda Was Surely Capable of Giv
ing Expert Opinion Upon One
Point, at Least.
“What do you know of the charac
ter of the defendant?” the judge asked
a negro washerwoman subpoenaed in
an accident case. 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
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A school teacher down in Miss, says:
“I had been a coffee drinker since my
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“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
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“1 am a teacher by profession, and
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to struggle against crossness when in
the school room.
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made it carefully according to direc
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and nourishing.
"In a short time I noticed very grati
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my heart troubled me no longer.
“I attribute my change in health and
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Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich.
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im nn
MARY MIDTHORNE
BT
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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 an<l confused; he was keplng
something back from her. “Why do
you look at me so queorly? Oh, Jack,
he—he—hasn’t tried to—" She was ter
rified. The ugly suspicion could not be
put Into words.
He made haste to reassure her. “I
have not seen him. My mother says
he was here last night, when I was
away.” He hesitated for a moment and
then went on, his face ghastly white.
“I would ask you to come In, Mary,
but something terrible has happened
hero. You would better go on to Eric
and lenve me to look after—”
“Not your mother. Jack?” she cried,
staring.
Ills eyes fell. For a moment Ids lips
worked painfully, then became rigid.
When he looked up again the utmost
desolation lay In his eyes.
“No, Mary. My father.” he said lev
elly.
She peered Intently into his eyes. Her
brain was absolutely clear.
“You—you mean—” Every vestige of
color had fled from her face.
He did not permit Ills gaze to waver,
nor his face to change expression. His
voice foil to a didl monotone.
“My father did not go down with the
Lanlgan. He lies there on my bed,
stricken, helpless, perhaps dying. That
is all, Mary. Why ask me to say more?”
She leaned against the trellis, trem
bling in every limb.
“It is true, then” she whispered dully.
"He is in there,” said he, with dogged
acquiescence.
"Adam Car?”
“My father.”
They stood there for a long time,
looking into each other's eyes, the mis
ery deepening in their faces. He turned
away at last.
"You’d better go away now, Mary,”
ho said gently. "When you see Eric,
tell him that he won’t have to look me
up. It is all over. He was right. I am
not worthy. But good heaven, Mary,
I did not know—I did not know! X
thought 1 was ns good as any man liv
ing, and had the right to love as other
men love. But, go, for God’s sake, go!
X cannot bear to have you hear—”
She advanced, her trembling hands
pressed to her breast, her eyes dark
with pain and understanding.
"Let me come in,” she murmured
faintly. "There is something that I
must say to you. I came here to ask
you to help Eric, to be his friend. Ho
Is in great trouble. Let me—”
He stood aside, making way for her
to pass. The despair in his face gave
way to a look of genuine concern and
anxiety.
“In trouble? What can I do for him?
Let me set about it at once. Perhaps
1 can serve him before he learns the
full truth concerning me. After he
knows, it will be too lute. He would
not accept my friendship. Ask me to
die for you—or for Eric, if that will
help you—and I will do it gludly. Yes,
joyfully.”
She walked into the parlor. Through
her whirling brain ran the lines of that
rare old bit of rhyme: "Will you walk
into my parlor, said the spider to the
fly.” Somehow, she felt that entangle
ment uwaited her In the dim, shadowy
room—something she would never bo
able to escape from. She had never
been inside the Widow Payson’s home
before. Always, in her mind’s eye, she
had pictured it as plain, poor and stiff
ly puritanical. Perhaps It had been all
this another day, but now there were
signs of cozlness, even luxury in a
small way. Her son had not prospered
without the thought of her back of all
his gains. There were handsome rugs
on the floor; quaint old pieces of fur
niture. attractive pictures, cheerful
wall paper, rich window hangings and
portieres. A tall walnut bookcase stood
over against the wall, filled with vol
umes. The girl was dimly conscious cf
a feeling of relief. If the room had
looked like other parlors she had seen
in Corinth, the sense of desolation
would have been complete; she would
have lost heart.
He closed the door gently, even care
fully. She turned to look at him. He
was peering fixedly at the drawn cur
tains of the door that opened into the
room beyond: the attitude of one listen
ing. The odor of a familiar and potent
drug was faintly distinguishable. The
girl experienced a queer feeling of diz
ziness. of nausea.
“Where is your mother?” she asked
abruptly.
He drew up a chair for her, but she
remained standing.
“In there—with him,” he replied,
passing his hand over his brow. “The
Joctor is there, too. But tell me, Mary,
what is up with Eric? What is it you
want me to do?”
He made no effort to embrace her,
not even the attempt to take her hand
In his. The omission was significant.
She was staring at him, a swiftly
passing expression of doubt and won
in her eyes. "Hasn’t Mr. Ad—your—I
mean, hasn't Mr. Carr told you any
thing?” she asked. She fell Into his
way of speaking in hushed tones. He
shook his head, and waited for her to
;o on. Her gaze involuntarily went to
the curtained door. "He can keep a
secret,” she murmured.
“I am afraid he is beyond the tell
ng of secrets,” was his grim conclu
sion.
iContinued next wetlLi
Dr. HiIIis' Cate.
From the Marshalltown (la.) Tlmes-Re
publtcan.
Dr. Hlllls, noted divine and former
Iowan whose friends and admirers are
egion In the middle west, came before hie
congregation of Plymouth church Sun
lay and told them that he was unworthy
to unloose the latchets of the shoes of a
Christian slum worker. In abject humilia
tion and self reproach he made confession
that he had forgotten the greatness of his
ilgh office In a greedy scramble for
wealth and put his future with the church
n the hands of Its membership.
Hlllls. It appears had been speculating,
leeklng a fortune. Little by little he had
nvolved himself and when the obligations
iccumulated and his Inability to meet
them became more evident a suit was
wrought against him. He settled It some
low but failed to face the questions that
irose through exposure. In an effort to
iave his face he explained that he was
laying obligations created by his nephew,
rhen the nephew sued him for libel and
the truth came out. That Is about the
way the story reads. The result was a
iroken man bowed In confession before
those who had trusted and followed him.
Let us not be over eager of condemna
tion in this case. The speculative ven
tures that wrecked the career of the min
ster was a very human mistake and min
sters are as human aB other men In their
leslres however much more they may re
>ress 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. His view
>olnt changed from a modern home In a
imall town to the mansion on the avenue,
rom four-cylinder stock cars to Packard
lmouslnes, from one hired girl to a corps
if servants. Atmosphere and environment
md elevation affect men as they affect
vegetation. It shows merely that Hlllls
vas very human. Even his attempt to
lave himself at the expense of another
vas a human weakness, not to be con
loned or overlooked but to be given con
ilderatlon simply as a common weakness.
Experiments by a British expert of
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lomprehenslvo course In forestry In a
mlversity In that country.
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They mean a clear skin, clean scalp,
good hair and soft, white hands.
Sample each free by mail with Book.
Address postcard, Cuticura, Dept. XY,
Boston. Sold everywhere.—Adv.
Improving on Shakespeare.
A member of the business staff of
Robert Mantell, the actor, tells of a
conversation he overheard "In front”
on the occasion of Mr, Mantell’s pro
duction of "Hamlet” in a Western
town.
“Oh, Harry,” said the young woman.
“I think it’s an awful shame to drown
Ophelia and kill Hamlet. They ought
to have been married.”
Whereupon Harry heaved a sigh
and looked earnestly at his compan
ion.
"I ain’t great on tragedy,” said he,
"but that’s how I should fix it.”
For & really fine coffee at a mod
erate price, drink Denison's Seminole
Brand, 35c the lb., in sealed cans.
Only one merchant in each town
sells Seminole. If your grocer Isn’t
the one, write the Denison CofTee Co.,
Chicago, for a souvenir and the name
of your Seminole dealer.
Buy the 3 lb. Canister Can for $1.00.
—Adv.
Changed.
"I wasn't always as you see me
now,” said the beggar.
“So I noticed,” said the man. “Yes
terday you only had one leg.”
The man who Is expert with the
garden hoe seldom plays golf.
r
Why He Wasn’t Good.
"I hopo you are always a good boy,
Tommy.”
"Well, I don’t, sir. 1 don’t want to
die young.”
If all men were compelled to prac
tice what they preach the majority
would discontinue the preaching habit.
Going It Too Hard
We are Inclined nowadays to "go
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eat and drink too much, and to
neglect our rest and sleep. This
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of backache, dizzy, nervous spells,
rheumatic pains and distressing
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A Nebraska Case
J. P. Adams, Mln
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and when I have used
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Get rid of the stumps and grow
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while products bring high prices. Blasting is
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Write for Free Handbook of Explosioee No. 69F,
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