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The Finding of
Jasper Holt
BY
Ora-a Livingston Hill Lutt
Author of "Marcia Schuyler", "Phoebe Deane".
' The ObH MSlon of Victoria Gracen”, etc.
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She turned pleasantly to geet the
wife of one of the officers from the
fort and left poor Mrs. Thorne to gasp
and roll her eyes In astonishment. ‘‘Of
course she doesn’t know him; she
doesn’t understand,” said the poor
woman in an aside to Kleanor who
came up just then. “And perhaps it s
Just as well she shouldn’t, as she's
going home so soon. Poor Freeman!
I don’t, know what he’ll do. lie’s com
pletely gone over her!”
Then all those fluttering girls came
around Jean and began to talk at once.
"Oh, wasn’t he simply great! And
Isn't he handsome In those togs? And
Isn’t it a shame he has to be so wick
ed? And such a woman hater? I de
clare I thought he was going to refuse
to ride around with you. And, oh,
Jean, you sly thing! You knew he was
going to enter when you talked about
it the other day, didn't you?”
They chattered and buzzed, and the
young men came presently and bore
them away ona at a time. It was the
captain, patient and persevering, who
at last, by his very persistence, won
the right to rido back to the house by
Jean's side. Poor captain, his last
ride, and that glorious smile in her
eyes, but not for hint!
She was gentle with him when he
tried again to persuade her to accept
his love She told him with a wistful
sigh that all happiness In this world
was noa In getting what we wanted,
hut in knowing things wore real and
true and Hue. She said she should
always think of him as her friend,
amt hoped he vould forget that he had
wanted rnytht-g elso; and she thanked
him for his beautiful orchids so sweet
ly that she left a warm glorw In his
heart, notwithstanding his double de
feat.
Later, as she knelt before her win
dow seat and looked out into the sweet
starry night, and over toward the cot
tage where the Golden Sunset roses
grew, she forgot all the petty things
that had been bothering her all clay,
and just let herself be glad for a
little while. Then she bowed her bead
and prayed: ”I)ear Father 1 think
Thee for letting them see f curb.
Please, some day let them i now
him as he really is. Blee> and,
keep him. 1 trust him with dear
Lord.'
And when she fell asleep at last
weary with the long day and the ex
citement, against her pillow under her
cheek there law soft cool petals of
the golden roses, and their fragrance
mingled with her dreams and brought
a smile to her lips.
CHAPTER XIX.
The breath of the rosea on her pil
low ami the fresh or.i-s onthe stanil
ncarthe bed awakened dean softly
inthe early morning, and she lay still,
thinking joyously that she was to see
Jasper once more beforp sho left. Slio
would have some word, somo glance to
carry with her on the way. She vyouhl
have, all the beautiful day that was
past to put with their other experience
together and keep, and she would have
that good by. It was the knowledge
that he bad promised to see hr r again
that brought the sr.iile to her lips and
Uim eternal hope of youth to her eyes,
when she remembered that this was
her last uay in Hawk Valley, perhaps
forever.
There were not many minutes for
such happy thoughts. Her trunk was
pat Iced, savo a few little things, but
they must be put In; and tho chil
dren wore already clamoring for her
to come downstairs, they could not
spare her any longer on this, her last
nesting
* Tefore she was entirely ready to go
down people began *o couie to tha
In o: o to say good by and attend her
to ih< station, and when she wus fin
al!!,- ready she had gathered quite an
escort so that her going through the
street seemed quite like a little tri
umphal procession, a fit continuation
mf -the festivities of the day before.
■ jetinnor proud and pleased and
\,7‘ail in on, there was
laughing and chatter and banter and
many invitations for her to return.
There had been more flowers sent
this morning, and boxes of candy and
books for her to read on the way. .Inst
before she had left the house Eleanor
brought to her more orchids that the
captain had Bent, and begged her to
wear them just this one last time, but
eh a was already wearing a glorious
mass of fresh Golden Sunset rose thut
*;be had saved at home the day before
for this purpoxe. Eleanor tried to
make her take them off, but Harring
ton interfered unexpectedly.
‘ What do you do that for?” he, said
► jt’ii ail right If ahe wants to wear
them. People will sort of expect it
It's a piece of lie.' triumph of yesten
day. It won't do her any harm,”
Jean looked up aprprlsed, caught .
shifty, uneasy glance in her brother',
,.y,: and read his mean, cringing littl*
noli He would sacrifice her readilj
to his worst enemy it it uited hit
B^eds, and she had alwr icit U—-no*
«h(-'Vnew it Ho color ' under iw»
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glance, and tried to affect an elderly
air of petting heiv but, Jean was not
deceived.
The train was 20 minutes late. There
wus laughter and chatter and a re
newal of yesterday's merriment around
the station while they waited. eJan
was enthroned on a pile of packing
cases with her flowers about her like
some queen, and her admirers at her
feet. But through her eyes searched
tho landscape in every direction, from
her vantage height, she could nowhere
see Holt, and when the train at last
was, a mere speck down the track, she
felt her heart sinking in dismay. He
had promised and he had not come!
It seemed as though she could not go
without that last look from his eyes
that she had known would be there for
her, the covenant for the lonely fu
ture.
She tried to smile at the last and
say all the bright things that were ex
pected of he., but she could not keep
her eyes away from the road that led
to Holt’s house. When the train fin
ally pulled out, amid tho waving multi
tude of friends, andthe shouting of
last messages and fond good bys, the
tears sprang into her eyes unbidden
and dimmed the faces of those on the
platform into a grea blur.
"Well, I’m glad she’s safely off,”
sighed Eleanor, climbing into the car
beside the children, “and I must say
that man behaved pretty well not to
come down to thetrain. I din’t think
he had that much sense!”
But her husband answered not a
word. He drove his car with grim si
lence. He was wishing Holt had come
and wondering If his absence por
tended evil for himself.
The travellers onthe eastern express
watched with delight the beautiful
girl surrounded by her bank of flow
ers who had come to brlthen the mo
notony of their long triy. They won
dered where she was going, and if sho
had left a lover behind, that she wiped
the tears away furtively and kept her
head turned, looking out of the win
dow at the landscape, which sho could
not see fortears.
Captain Wetherill hud assumed the
careof putting Jean on the train and
Uml turned over a seat giving her
plenty of room to pile the flowers the
other men brought on board, in the
empty sea. She seemed like a young
queen in her gardeu, with roses and
lilies and violets all about her; but at
none of them did sho look. Her lips
wore touching the petals of the goldon
rose on her breast and her thoughts
were with its giver. His fine bearing
as he skimmed the {round on his black
steed, the touch of his soft, bright hair
as sho laid the wreath on his brow, the
look of homage in his eyes as he raised
her hand and led her to her horse, the
thrill of his voice when he promised to
see her again to say good by; and
then the leaden fact that he had not
come! Over and over sho vent the
round and always came back to that,
with the choke in her t1: oat and
(he tears in her eyes. Excuse aftar
excuse for his not coming were con
jured in her mind and rejecter; and
vague fear for his safety mingied with
them too. But tho feet remained—he
had not—and now sho would see him
no more!
She tried again and again to gather
herself together, and finally succeed
ed in mastering the tears so that there
was only a bright suspicion of them in
hereyes, but the sense of sadness and
something dear, unfinished, and now
impossible, pervaded her entiro
thoughts.
Fifty miles from Hawk Valley the
train came to a halt at a tiny flag sta
tion, and a young man entered, tall,
handsome, eager, wearing a dark blue
suit and a soft Panama hat—a perfect
gentleman in every detail; a light In
his eyes and a smile of welcome on
his lips.
Jean did not look up until he was
almost beside her seal, and then her
heart leaped with a light of welcome
in her eyes, when she sa wthat it was
Holt!
Wlih a soft little cry she husteled
the overflow of flowers that lay on
the seat beside her into the opposite
one and made room for him. The car
looked and was satisfied. Her lover
had not been left behind after ull, and
be was good to look upon. All was as
lit should bo. They settled back to
! watch the world old look on the two
young faces, with a cohientment and
j rest that never flags for the sweeter
[story of all. And there were no
’rind critics here, for r/">e of i
had ever heard of Jasper Ho’ .
In tho still dark of the even. ? be
fore, Holt had ridden fortli in tli« op
posite direction from that he intended
to take, and skirting the town in a
wide trail well known to himself, h
had taken his wa. across country tc
tho little flag station, where he left hk
- liorsc to be cared for until ho should
i return.
i Very quietly they sat together, nftei
the first, wonderful greetings, anr
! talked. There was over them the tail
iuess of a coming separ-itiou whtcl
] each felt might os torevc-c; «qd tht:
' spoke no word of hope that It nngat
be otherwise. The day before them
was a precious treasure they meant to
have and keop for life. Many tilings
they learned in that brief time, of
each other’s hopes, longings and lie
sires. Quietly Holt drew from her
many thoughts of her own pure heart
wherewith to build his ideal for the
future.
i Once he looked meaningly at the
great bank of flowers before him and
then down at the golden roses on her
j gown. They did not need to talk much j
about such things, for their eyes could
’ say it all. and Holt read thoughts
! quickly, keenly, and spoko the Ian
: guago of a glance to perfection. Th i
l words that he felt, he had not a right
i to speak she might read in his face if
I she chose.
mm oar; tuaac,
Once, as the afternoon was drawing j
to a close, he said suddenly: “Barring j
ton sent the papers hack to me last
evening.”
Jean looked up startled, questioning,
and met amusement in Holt’s eyes.
“He didn't dare to keep thorn. He
professes that he sent them the minute
he knew I was at home, and that he
has been much disturbed by their pres
ence in his house lest his possession
of them might be misunderstood by
me.”
A little cloud of apprehension came
Into Jean’s eyes.
“Don’t be afraid to trust me,” Holt
said softly, with gentleness In his eyes,
“I'm not going to make any trouble
- for your sister. You know that.”
Then a great light of Joy came into
her face, and the tears which had
caused her so much annoyance earlier
in tho day came rushing back for very
Joy. v "
It was In the late, afternoon that they
reached the city where Jean was to
chango to the sleeper.
Holt gathered uyp the flowers to
take with her, but she put out a pro
testln hand:
“Oh, please, I don't want any of them
but these," and she laid her hand ten
derly over the golden roses at her
waist.
A look of love and appreciation came
into. Holt’s eyes, and he dropped the
flowers quite happily, to gather up
her suit case and umbrella.
“Let the brakeman take them home
to his wife, then,” he said Joyously.
He left her, at last, in the sleeper,
and as he stoo dbeside the train until
it moved out of the station, their eyes :
made promises of trust and loyalty
long after their lips were forced to
remain silent.
1 Jean did not weep when she saw the
last glimpse of his splendid figure on
the dim station platform. She had en
tered upon her desert, but she had the
light of his look to shine in her heart j
and her courage rose. Her eyes wero j
bright and undaunted. No tears should !
break her down now. He had kept
tryst and she was content. He would
i be true and she would trust him al
ways, even if she never saw him again.
Just what the future would hold for
her she did not care to think. This j
strange vow she had made with a j
man she could not hope to marry with [
her parents’ consent, and whom she j
would not marry without, she had I
made on trust and on trust she would \
keop ft.
She did not moan to trouble hor!
dear ones with tho stoi;y. They had !
been far away and they could not un
derstand. She would not have them '
looking at her pityingly, northtuk
ing of him unworthily. She would j
1 trust, and live her life, and know that
somewhere, somehow he was being j
true also.
Most unpractical, of course, hut dear !
and ideal. Her sister Eleauor would j
have said it was foolish, and been!
glad it was no worse, hoping of cm.rse,:
that now when she saw no more of'
him she would get over it very soon. J
Rut Joan was not made like that. She
'mew the heartache that was before j
I her, and knowing, dared to rejoice in i
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CHAPTER XX.
Three days later Jasper Holt lode j
! into Hnwke Valley from a westerly
i direction, seriously and silent, with a
i light of purpose in his eyes and a new i
j dignity about hi; and Harrington,1
' meeting him in trepidation, was sur-!
j prised and not a little disturbed by,
I the steady look of understanding that J
| accompanied the grave bow he gave
him.
! Tlie tournament had accomplished
lone thing in Holt's favor, for many
. men meeting him now acknowledged
his presence by a formal greeting who
had formerly jeen wont to Ignore him
utterly or treat him with contempt.
A few even went so far as to try to
talk with lilm in a friendly way when
, thev met him In the postoffice, tftougn
perhaps tl e was the least bit ot
condescenB-.a about their manner
when they did it. But Jasper Holt held
! on his reserved way. mingling little
1 with any save his chosen few. and
| presuming not at all on hts popularity
! on the day Of the tournament. That in
| cident was closed and he wished it to
; be as if It were not so far as they
t were concerned. The geetings of his
fellow men ho answered coolly, almost
' cm-tly, always briefly and was gone.
! Would be friends found little encour
I agement In any advances they made.
| A recognition won by mere physical
skill was not what ho desired. His
pride lay not to that direction. There
were things he intended to do, but they
would take time, and meantime he
wont on his independent way and
men saw little of him.
Time passed on and Joan's languish
i ing lovers recovered from their various
heartbreaks. Other maidens visited
Hawk Valley and were feasted and
fated and cherished with floweve and
i tournaments; but Jasper Holt csr.ie no
’ • more to dbtphto their fictories. Hj
was keeping on ms quiet, steady way,
and gaining their respect every day
Not a word passed between Ho'.t and
the girl In the east whom he loved.
Eleanor never mentiond him in her
lletters, although her conscience hurt
her now and then that she did not; for
she was an honest woman and liked
to give even the devil his due. More^
over Harrington, after a period of rest
lessness and unstrung nerves, appeared
to have settled down to the fact that
his enemy was not going to bring him
to justice, and had developed a most
extraordinary way of saying pleasant
things about him now and then. He
even suggested once that Eleanor in
clude him in a dinner they were giv
ing for business purposes; but hia
wife promptly vetoed the idea. Even
for business purposes she would not
lay aside her principles, she said, an.d
shut her lips in a firm line that re
minded Harrington of her younger sis
ter.
Jean in her quiet, safe home had not
expected letters from Holt and so had
nothing to be disappointed about; but
sometimes when her sister’s letters
came she distened eagerly, hoping for
lust some little word that would tel!
her how he was faring; and after they
were read she would invariably sit
looking wistfully off out of the win
dow. Her father and mother noticed
It and wondered if she had left her
heart behind her with any of the many
lovers of whom Eleanor had written.
They talked it over at dusk sometimes
when they wero alone, and looked
ahead to the eyears when their girl
would be without them.
"I'd like her to find a strong, noble
man/’" said her fath'er, T cannot bear
to think of her treading her years
slone. And yet, there are very few
men ofthat kind,” ad he sighed.
"Perhaps we ought to send her back
to Eleanor’s for another visit,” sug
gested her mother anxiously. “We
called her homo so soon before her
visit was done you know. It may be
there was someone there. It may
be she would like to go.”
Yet when they suggested it to Jean,
although her face lighted wistfully
she sheek her head.
“No, mother dear,” she said firmly,
“I’m going to stay with you. I’m
not going off there again to get my
head turned,” and fromthat purpose
they coiid not turn her, although they
tried more than once; and so they
settled back relieved and happy that
she was content to stay with them.
Nevertheless, although she would
not go, she cried her heart out that
night with longing; yet know it was
better that she should stay.
A year and more had passed with
Jean continuing on her quiet way in
the home and church. It was not an
unhappy place to he. The manse in
which they lived was beautiful for situ
ation, built of stone with pretty rooms
and many windows, the rooms all
cheerful and light and everything
pleasant in a simple, unpretentious
way. The peoule of the church loved
Jean as they loved her father and
mother, and she was welcome every
whre ein all the merrymakings. She
had a large Sunday school class In
the church and another in a mission
in the lower part of the. towr. and
lier boys were her most devoted fol
lowers.
Neither was she without older ad
mirers, for all the young men in th«
church and neighborhood were her
friends, and she was as popular at
home as she had been in the west
rhe little manse reception room wa3
never for Ion gunadomed with flow
f>rs of some kind that had been sent
to her, and she was never without an
sscort to anything she cared to at
tend. Yet, though she had a pleasant
circle of young friends and seemed to
Bnjoy their company moderately, she
never was deeply interested In any of
them; and one by one those who had
tried "their fortune at her hand, went
sadly away and seldom came any
more.
Jean seemed happy. She spent much
lime with her music and her hook:--,
when she was not actually busy about
the house or in the parish helping her
father with some plan for his poor
people or his sick people. But she
was fgrowln gthln. and the wistful
look was ever in hereyes now. Her
mother watched her anxiously and
petted her more every day, and her
father sighed and wished lie could
afford to take her off on a foreign
trip for a llttte while. Jean only
smiled, and went on her way, doing
every day the duty that came nex*
(To be continued next week.)
Electrical Voting.
From the Milwaukee Journal.
Tho Searchlight, a journal devoted to
the doing* cf congress, says that Edison
nvrnted an electrical voting device and
demonstrated ft to a congressional com
mute.* CO is ago. The committee
would 1M\\. ion. . o< R and to this day
congress continues to waste hours of
time in endless rotl calls.
The Wisconsin assembly, through the
use of an electrical voting machine of
more recent Invention, clicks off its roll
calls in a* many minutes as they used
to take hour*. But it is not likely thai
congress could be Induced to adopt such
a time saving method. Tho aye and nay
roll call enables a minority to stall and
prevent the majority from taking action,
in other words, the mere fact that electri
cal voting would save t'mo goes for
nothing If It would surrender any sacred
right of parliamentary chicanery.
Hard to Explain,
jrpont the Bprlngflleld Republican.
If In no other country tho fight against
the league finds tho least parallel in in
tensity to the fight in the Unite Statea
Senate, what conclusion must bo drawn?
We are precluded from thinkilig that the
United States alone understantfs Ifs own
' Interests and W always ready to safe
guard them. It le nonsense to suppose
I that America alone Is genuinely menaced
' In some way by the League of Nations;
1 for there must be features In the cove
, nant that threaten some other po or It
j it contains fe.Uum (bat seriously threat
ua
Toad in a Coal Seam.
A fond has hern found Imrlert In
Nofherseal colliery, near Burton-on
front, England. A collier was mining
-00 feet below (he surface and a mile
from the pit shaft when Ids pick struck
huo a pocket of clay, and out rolled a
end three inches long. It is being
kept In the manager's office, and is re
■i>\ cling sight atul moving ahottf.
Occasionally some young man nt
empts to make the mare go by Invest
ng a lot of money In wild oats.
Arithmetic.
“Charley, dear,” snld young Mrs. Tor
kins, “would you mind helping me With
a little bit of arithmetic?”
“Not at all."
‘ Well, if we pay the cook ;,11 the
wages she wants will we have enough
money left to buy anything for her to
cook?”
A Wonder.
“Do you swear, liltle boy?”
“No, but say. yon just ought to hear
my old man.”
What is Castorla
CASTORIA is a harmless substitute for Castor Oil, Paregoric,
Drops and Soothing Syrups. It is pleasant It contains neither
Opium, Morphine nor other Narcotic substance. Its age is its guar
antee. For more than thirty years it has been in constant use for the relief
of Constipation, Flatulency, Wind Colic and Diarrhoea; allaying Feverish
ness arising therefrom, and by regulating the Stomach and Bowels,
aids the assimilation of Food; giving healthy and natural sleep.
The Children’s Panacea—The Mother’s Friend.
The Kind You Have Always Bought, and which has been m use for over
30years, has borne the signature of Chas. H. Fletcher, and has been made under
his persona! supervision since its infancy. Allow no one to deceive you in this.
All Counterfeits, Imitations and “Just-as-Good” are bat Experiments that
trifle with and endanger the health of Infanta and —
Children—Experience against Experiment /a* y S/P^A
Genuine Costoria always bears the signature of
Nervy.
“What are you writing, old man?"
“An article entitled ‘Advice to Grad
uates.’ ”
“Eli I Advice to grad— Well, of all
die presumption I”—Boston Evening
Transcript.
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Tin From Malay,
The amount of tin exported from
die Federated Malay Statea in the
mst year was 87,370 tons, valued at
$51,520,532.
Didn’t Want It by Heart.
Five-year-old Dorothy was watching
her aunt drink a glass of milk. Upon
being offered some she said: “Oh, no,
I never drink milk by heart; I onVj
like it with tea.QjT coffee.”
Adam fell in love with Eve—aud the
fall of man hn^bcen a continuous per
formance'from that day to this.
A child who has been taught obedi
ence has had wise parents.
KIDNEYS WEAKENING?
BETTER LOOK' OUT!
Kidney and bladder troubles don’t
disappear of themselves. They grow
upon you, slowly but steadily, under
mining your health with deadly cer
tainty, until you fall a victim to in
curable disease.
Stop your troubles while there is
time. Don’t wait until little pains be
come biz aches. Don’t triflo with dis
ease. To avoid future suffering begin
treatment with gtGuD MKDAIi Haar
lem Oil Capsules now. Take three or
four every day until you feel that you
aro entirely free from pain. '
This well-known preparation bag been
one of the national remedies of Hol
land for centuries. In 1606 the govem
PERSONS OF ROYALTdESCENT
In Natural Course, Millions Might Lay
Claim to Blood of William
the Conqueror.
There are more claims of descent
’rom William the Conqueror than‘from
any monarch in the world, and In most
coses n descendant of this king comes
Jown a line of 16 or 20 other royal
personages, although sometimes the
descent from monarch to plain, un
titled yeoman seems to have been ac
complished in two or three genera
tions. There is practically no limit to
nis descendants today and one geneal
ogist says this fact Is accounted for by
Vho statement that, according to- the
regular proportion of Increase In each
generation since his time, the descend
ants of William the Conqueror would
Aow number more than twice the pres
ent population of the British isles. So;
of course, it is very easy to see how
many of them came over to the United
States.
Rebuking Daddy.
Alice’s father was an engineer with
* decided conscience. His work came
before pleasure, absolutely.
“Oh, daddy," pleaded the child one
day, “please go with us to the ball
£ame this afternoon 1”
“Simply can't, child; too much to
do," was the hurried answer.
“Oh, daddy! You’ll never go any
where ! You’re so dutlfled.”
ment of the Netherlands granted a spe
cial charter authorizing Its sale.
The good housewife of Holland would
almoi.t as soon be without food as with
out her “.Heal Dutch Drops,” as she
quaintly calls GOLD MEDAL Haarlem
Oil Capsules. Their nse restores
strength and is responsible in a great
measure for the sturdy, robust health
of the Hollanders. •>.. i
Do not delay. Go to your druggist
and insist on Ida supplying you with a
box of GOLD MEDALHaarlem Oil
Capsules. Take them as directed, and
if you are not satisfied with results your
druggist will gladly refund your money.
Look for the namo GOLD MEDAL on
the box and accept no other. In aealed
boxes, three sizes.
Cheering Note In City Hubbub.
It was a scorching hot day. Three
of the characters that grow familiar to
the frequenters Of the thoroughfare
from Broadway to Park Bow took part
is a little bit of drama that was watch
ed from a nenrby bench. The lame old
man who sells shot gs sat wea
rily on the stali-s lea> ' the closed
canteen opposite th office. His
eyes drooped with r.’ hut opened
suddenly at a word the woman
who sits near by with ..usket of pret
zels, the piece dp resistance of many a
midday meal In Hint vfetntty.
She held out a tnlt glass of orange
ade supplied, doubtless, by the propri
etor of the flourishing stand hard h>,
where one may buy postcard soiree
nirs of New York, or sweets and coot
efrinks to eke out the pretzel lunch.
He drank it gratefully while the kind
ly if draggled Hebe cliattcd about the
weather. It was a cheering note In the
rush of the city’s- crowded, careless
thoroughfare.—New York Times.
A Lot Cheaper, Too.
The other day we were told how
good locusts were as food, and now an
exchange says: “Put cream and sugar
on a fly, and it tastes very much like a
black raspberry.”
The average man doesn’t waste any
politeness on his wife.
Some people can’t even be crazy
without attracting attention.
i?- ^
25 Centsf
Will buy |
a Big Package of |
| POSTUM |
Cereal J
| | weighing over a - §
| ? pound, net.
! What are you paying
| for coffee?