... . _ ' I The Master Man By Ruby M. Ayres I ' ■ I ■ ■ eu, no more than it nua utsen young Bernard Chesney she had wanted when she had written that letter and asked him to eome to her. “I am glad that we under stand one another so well, at last,” he said bitterly. He would have given his soul the next moment to have recal led the words, but it was too late. She had turned away from him without answering and the door closed behind her. Michael sat on by the fire, leaning back in his chair with closed eyes and clenched hands. He had behaved like a brute. The thought stabbed him to the heart, and yet he knew that if he could have the last hour over again he would do exactly as he had done. Patricia had beaten him—he could not master her or make her love him, therefore far bet ter to let her go. She had her mother, and he knew by instinct that Patricia would go to her. The room seemed filled with her presense. There she had been standing when he first roused from his sleep—there she had leaned against the door and cried. Those tears cried aloud to him for pity and understanding, but he hardened his heart to them. I They had meant nothing morel than wounded pride—they had been but tears of self pity. tt seemed curious that after ali these days of restless long ing for her iie could have sent her away. He tried to analyze his feelings, and failed misera bly. Patricia was either a wonderful actress, or he a fool. Her tears and distress had seemed real enough when she entered the room, but Michael saw everything through the dis torting glasses of suspicion. He was worn out with worry and want of sleep, and it had been a shock to see Patricia so What use to tell her that he cared! She was not capable of realizing or wanting any man’s love. He dropped back into his chair by the fire. The pain of his foot and the strength of his own emotions made him feel sick. He wished that Patricia would stop sobbing; he wished she would go away and leave him. He had behaved like a brute to her, he knew, but he told him self that it was her pride he had hurt; nothing deeper. He lean ed his head on his hands, utterly wretched, Patricia crossed the room and stood beside him. She was no longer crying, though her voice quivered when she spoke. “I came to you because I thought—I hoped—that in spite of everything—you cared for me—just a little,” she said. “You need not be afraid that 1 shall ever make such a mistaks again.” Michael looked up at her. Her eyes were filled with proud hu aiiliation, but now it only anger id him. She had come to him because she had had nowhere else to go; because behind him she knew there was always Clayton Wold and all that that money could V»nv ♦, was not him that she want •mexpectedly. He roused him self presently and rang for his man. "When he came Michael jaid: “Just go down and ask the **3»nimissionaire if he saw a lady leave here an hour or so ago— Miss Rolf, I mean—and if she took a taxi, and if he heard what address she gave the driver." J^nkin’s grave eyes smiled faintly. “I got Miss Rolf a taxi my self, sir," he said. I was out side when she came down, and she gave an address in Kensing ton.” Then she had gone to her mother) Michael gave a great sigh of relief. “Thanks; you’re a good fel low, Jenkins," he said grate fully. Jenkins looked surprised, but he said, “Thank you,sir," in very subdued tones. A bell pinged through the si lence, and Michael half started up. Had she come back! Oh, if she only had! But it was Ches ney’s voice at the door. “Whfct the deuce is all this U about an accident and you being half dead?” he demanded as his eyes fell on Michael. “I only heard this evening and came around at once. What’s up, old chap?” For the moment he had forgotten his resentment, and his voice was full of con cern. “A sprained ankle,” said Michael grimly. “And a pack of picturesque lies in the paper, not authorized by me!” “Well, you look rotton, any way,” Chesney said bluntly. If I didn’t know better, I should say you’d seen a ghost.” “Perhaps I have,” Michael answered. He paused. “Patri cia has been here,” he added de liberately. “Patricia! Here!” “Yes.” Chesney flushed np to the roots of his hair. “My God! where is she? You don’t mean to say that you’ve let her go again? For heaven’g sake, wake up, man! Where is she? Why did she come here? Where has she gone?” Michael answered only tne last of the string of questions. “She has gone to her mother in Kensington. Here, wait a moment—” But he might as well have ex horted a whirl wind to halt and take breath. Chesney was out of the room and down the stairs and dashing off in a taxi before there was time to recall him. He, at any rate, was not going to allow grass to grow beneath his feet. Patricia had come baokl That was all he eared for. He would never let her go again. He would make her marry him; he would never l\ave her until she was safely his wife. Perhaps he loved her in a more heart-whole way than Michael Rolf, or perhaps he was utterly blind to her faults? Anyhow, his face was radiant as he wait ed at the door of the little house in Kensington to be admitted, and his heart was racing with happiness. Patricia had come back—there was nothing else to be desired. Patricia’s sister opened the door to him—she coloured with faint pleasure when she recog nizetl him. “Yes—Patricia is home,” she said in answer to his eager ques tion. “She’s with mother now. Oh, Mr. Chesney!’1 her pretty lace, just a shadowy likeness oi Patricia’s, was suddenly illum inated, “did you know that Pa tricia is my own sister? Oh, isn’t it wonderful? I’ve only just got to know it myself. Mr. Rolf adopted her years ago when we were both little. Mother only told me this evening—and I’m so happy—I always loved her. Patricia is such a darling.” Chesney smiled at her eager I16SS* “i know—Rolf, Michael Rolf told me,” he said. He took her hand and pressed it warmly. “I’m glad, very glad,” he add ed, and he thought in his excited heart that it would be pleasant to’have this little girl for a sis ter. “You know, you’re rather like Patricia,” he said, scanning her flushed face. “There is some thing about your eyes—when you smile!—and now can I see her, please?” Mrs. Smith came into the hall at that moment. She had been crying, but she smiled when she saw Chesney. I (Continued next week.) I - m ♦ ■ “Politics” Dafinsd. The lies Moines Register, In de fending its "politics” against the at tack of the Council Bluffs Nonpa reil, resorted to the dictionary and found two separate and distinct defi nitions of the word. One definition is: “The adminis tration of public, affairs in the in terest of the peace, prosperity and safety of the state; in a wide sense embracing the science at govern ment and civil policy.” The , other definition ia: "The 'administration of public affairs or the cpnduct of political matters so as to carry elections and secure pub lic offices; party intrigues; political wire pulling; trickery. As applied to newspapers, it ia clear enough that the first definition covers the aims and activities of independent newspapers and that the second definition covers the alms and activities of party newspapers. The same distinctions exist, as be tween individuals who indulge in "politics” to any extent. , _ • One of the largest power plants In the world is being made possible by chang ing the course of the Mlddls laar river In Bavaria. VT Tim ffltf ITTr jirrifiiiitiSTTiTiTiiil "7iiriiimniilNn'*in'iltii¥iiii in i n i iiii'm i n iiiiiinmin iiinriiiiiimiiiiir tiiitiiiiiiiiiii«iiwii—i.imi— Desert Dust j By €dwin t. Sabin j | Author of “How Are You Feeling?" etc. T llllimillim—mu limn ..iiimin run inn mini ii11111 min ——— — --^ CHAPTER 1. A PAIR OF BLUE EYES. In the estimate of the affable brakeman (a gentleman wearing sky-blue army pantaloons tucked into cowhide boots, half-button ed vest, flannel shirt open at the throat, and upon his red hair a flaring-brimmed black slouch hat) we were making a fair av erage of 20 miles an hour across the greatest country on earth. It Was a flat country of far hori zons, and for vast stretches peo pled mainly, as one might judge from the car windows, by ante lope and the equally curious ro dents styled prairie dogs. Yet despite the novelty of such a ride into that unknown hew West now being spanned at giant’s strides by the miracu lous Pacific railway, behold me, surfeited with already five days’ steady travel, engrossed chiefly in observing a clear, dainty profile and waiting for the glimpses, time to time, of a pair of exquisite blue eyes. Merely to indulge myself in feminine beauty, however, I need not have undertaken the sxpense and fatigue of journey ing from Albany on the Hudson out to Omaha on the plains side of the Missouri river; thence by the Union Pacific railroad of the new transcontinental line into the Indian country. There were handsome women aplenty in the east; and of access, also, to a youth of family and parts. I had pictures of the same in my social register. A man does not attain to 25 years without hav ing accomplished a few pages of the heart book. Nevertheless all such pages were—or had seemed to be—wholly retrospective now, for here I was, advised by the physicians to “go West,” mean ing by this not simply the one time west of Ohio, or Illinois, or even Iowa, but the remote and genuine west lying beyond the Missouri. Whereupon, out of despera tion that flung the gauntlet down to hope I had taken the bull by the horns in earnest. West should be full dose, at the utmost procurable by modern conveyance. The Union Pacific announce ments acclaimed that this sum mer of 1868 the rails should cross the Black Hills mountains of Wyoming to another range of the Rocky Mountains, in Utah; and that by the end of the year one might ride comfortably clear to Salt Lake City. Cer tainly this was “going West” with a vengeance; but as ap peared to me—and to my father and mother and the physicians —somewhere in the expanse of brand new western country, the plains and mountains, I would find at least the breath of life. When I arrived in Omaha the ticket agent was enabled to sell me transportation away to tho town of Benton, Wyoming Ter ritory itself, 690 miles (he said) west of the Missouri. Uf Benton I had never heard. It was upon no public maps, as yet. But in round figures, 700 miles! Practically the distance from Albany to Cincinnati, and itself distant from Albany over 2,000 miles 1 All by rail. Benton was, he explained, the present end off passenger ser vice, this August. In another month—and he laughed. “Fact is, while you’re stand ing here,” he alleged, “I may get orders any moment to sell a longer ticket. The Casements are laying two to three miles of track a day, seven days in the week, and stepping right on the heels of the graders. Last April we were selling only to Chey enne, rising of 500 miles. Then in May we began to sell to Lara mie, 576 miles. Last of July we began selling to Benton a 120 miles farther. Track’s pow probably 50 or more^ miles west of Benton and there'’s liable to be another passenger terminus tomorrow. So it might pay you to wait." “No," I said. “Thank you, but I’ll try Benton. I can go on from there as I think best. Could you recommend local accommo dations f" He stared, through the bars of the little window behind which lay a six-chambered revolver. “Could I do what, sirt" “Recommend a hotel, at Ben ton where I’m going. There is a hotel, I suppose!’’ “Good Lord I" he exclaimed testily. “In a city of 3,000 peo ple! A hotel! A dozen of ’em, - .■-■' .’aviaa 1 but I don’t know their names. What do you expect to find in Benton? You’re from the east, I take it. Going out on spec’, or pleasure, or health?” “I have been advised to try western air for a change/’ I answered. “I am looking /or some place that is high, and dry.” “Consumption, eh?” he shrewdly remarked. “High and dry; that’s it. Oh, yes; you’ll find Benton high enough, and tol’er’bly dry. You bet! And no body dies natural, at Benton, they say. Here’s your ticket. Thank you. And the change. Next, please.” It did not take me long to gather the change remaining from $70 greenbacks swapped for 690 miles of travel at 10 cents a mile. I hastily stepped aside. A subtle fragrance and a rustle warned me that I was obstruct ing a representative of the fair sex. So did the smirk and smile ui uie ucKec agent. “Your pardon, madam,” I proffered, lifting my hat— agreeably dazzled while 'thus performing. She acknowledged the tribute with a faint blush. While pock eting my change and stowing away my ticket I had opportu nity to survey her further. “Benton,” she said briefly, to the agent. We were bound for the same point, then. Ye gods, but she was a little beauty^ a perfect blonde, of the pptite and fully formed type, with regular fea tures inclined to the clean-cut Grecian, a piquant.mouth delici ously bowed, two eyes of the deepest blue veiled by long lashes, and a mass of glinting golden hair upon which perched a ravishing little bonnet. The natural ensemble was enhanced by her costume, all of black, from the closely fitting bodice to the rustling crinoline beneath which there peeped out tiny shoes. I had opportunity also to note the jet pendant in the shelly ear toward me, and the flashing rings upon the fingers of her hands, ungloved in order to sort out'the money from her reticule. Sooth to say, I might not stand there gawking. Once, by a demure sideways glance, she betrayed knowledge of my pres ence. Her own transaction was all matter-of-fact, as if engag ing passage to Benton of Wyo ming Territory contained no novelty for her. Could she by any chance live there—a woman dressed like she was, as much a’ la mode as if she walked Broadway in New Yorkf Oma ha itself had astonished me with the display upon its streets; and now if Benton, far out in the wilderness, could prove another suprise—! In deed, the Western world was not so raw, after all. Strange to say, as soon as one crossed the Missouri river one began to sense romance, and to discover it. (Continued Next Week.) a„Tb® and navy recommend an air building programme here for thU country to coat 1260,000,000. and last over 10 years. An adequate fighting flying fleet is worth whatever the safety of this nation Is worth. A public official h,aJe a ,duU m,nd not to see that lB to b« ln the a‘r. that e 'ery da.lon can be attacked by anv other nation that chooses, and that the oceans will soon protect us from airships as little as the English chan nel now protects the British We spend $600,000,000 ln war for wooden ships that nobody will take now as a gift. Must we have war to frighten us Into building the air ships that are needed? It sounds childish to imagine Car narvon and Tut-Ankh-Amen side by side above. But what can you sug gest that sounds less childish? If they are not above, looking down where are they? Back on earth, perhaps—Tut-Ankh Amem ln the body of a Nile laborer working for II cents a day, lifting rocks off his own tomb, Carnarvon a new born baby ln some English peasant’s cottage. Breaking the Newe to Father. Prom the Kansas City star Harold—And now i n have t your father and get his consent to our nArrlAgo. Phtilljtpa—Don't bother about that old dear. riTtel1 him about it in time for him to raise money for the wedding expenses._ ^ Honest h«an. 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