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Hall's Catarrh hJf «i <11 nlai n will do what we M0IUC111C claim for it — Hd jour system of Catarrh or Deafness tauied by Catarrh. S.ll a... . .» * - . _ .- oa —. tWU wj wRffiwi jwT tv ywn f. 1. CHENEY & CO., Toledo, Ohio 15he Ragged Edge by Harold MacGrath Not since she had discovered it had Ruth touched or opened the mission Bible; but to-night (the same upon which the wonderful manuscripts started on their long and circuitous voyage to Ameri ca) she was inexplicably drawn to it. In all these weeks she had not once knelt to pray. Why should she? she asked rebcllious ly. God had never answered any of her prayers. But this time she wanted nothing for herself: she wanted something for Hoddy— success. So, not exactly hope fully but earnestly, she returned to the feet <y* God. She did not open the Bible but laid it on the idge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover. It was not a long prayer. She said it audibly, having learned long since that an audible prayer was a concentrated one. And yet. at the end of this prayer a sub conscious thought broke through' to consciousness. “And some day let him care for me !” She sprang up, alarmed. This unexpected interpolation might, ipoil the efficacy of all that had gone before. She hadn’t meant to ask anything for herself. Her atiffled misery had betrayed her. She had been fighting down this thought for days: that Hoddy did not care, that he did not love her, that lie had mistaken a vagary of the mind for a substance, and now regretted what he had done —married a girl who was not his equal in anything. The agony on the sands now ceased to puzzle her. All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely against the reserve he had set between them. Why had he offered her that kiss on board The Tigress? Perhaps that had been his hour of disen chantmtnt. She hadn’t measured up; she had been stupid; she had n’t known how to make love. Loneliness. Here was an ap palling fact: all her previous loneliness had been triffling be side that which now encompassed her and would for years to come. If only sometimes he world grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was un failing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love. Very well. She would meet him upon this ground: he should never be given the slightest hint that she was unhappy. She still had her letter of credit. She could run away from him, if she wished, ns she had run away from her father; she could carry out the original adventure. But the cases wens, not identical. Her father—man of rock—had never needed her, whereas Hoddv, even if he did not love her, would always be needing her. Love stories! ... A sob rushed into her throat, and to smother it she buried her face in a pillow. Spurlock, filled with self mockery, sat in a chair on the west veranda. The chair had ex tension arms over which a man might comfortably dangle his legs. For awhile he watched the revolving light on Copeley’s. Oc casionally he relit his pipe. Once he chuckled aloud. Certain phases of irony always caused him to chuckle audibly. Every one of those four stories would be ac cepted. He knew it absolutely, as if he had the cheek in his hand. Whyt Because Howard Spurlock the author dared not risk the liberty of Howard Spur lock the malefactor; because there were still some dregs in this cup of irony, or what could be more ironical than for Howard Spurlock to see himself grow famous under the name of Ta ber t The ambrosia of which he had so happily dreamt!—and this gall and wormwood! lie* stood up and rapped his pipe on the rail. “All right,” he said. “What ever you say—you, behind those stars there, if you are a God. We Spurlocks take our medicine, standing. Pile it on! But if you can hear the voice of the mote, the speck, don’t let her suffer for anything I’ve done. Be a sport, and pile it all on me!” He went to bed. There is something in prayer; not tliat there may be any notice able result, any definite answer; but no human being can offer an honest prayer to God without gaining immeasurably in cour age, i fortitude, in resignation, and that alone is worth the ef fort. On the morrow Spurlock (who was unaware that he had offered a prayer) let down the bars to his reserve. He became really companionable, discussed the new story he had in mind, and asked some questions about colour. Ruth, having decided a course for herself—'that of re nunciation—and having the strength to keep it, met these ad vances in precisely the mood they were offered. So these two young philosophers got along very well that day; and the succeeding days. She taught him all the lore she had; about bird-life and tree-life and the changing mysteries of the sea. She taught him how to sail a proa, how to hack open a milk-coconut, how to relish bam boo sprouts. Eventually this comradeship (slightly resented by Rollo) reached a point where ho could call out from the study: ‘‘Hey, Ruth!—come and tell me what you think of this.” Her attitude now entirely sis terly, he ceased to be afraid of her; there was never anything in her eyes (so far as he could see) but friendly interest in all he said or did. And yet., often when alone, he wondered: had McClin tock been wrong, or had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters. Yesterday this glorious creature had loved him; today she was only friendly. No more did she offer her forehead for the good-night kiss. And instead of accepting the situation grate fully, he felt vaguely hurt! One evening in September a proa rasped in upon the beach. It brought coconut. There stepped forth a tall brown man. He re mained standing by the stem of the proa, his glance roving in vestigatingly. He wore a batter ed sun-helmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. At length he proceeded toward McClintock’s bungalow', drawn by the lights and the sound of music. Sure of foot, noiseless, he made the veranda and paused at the side of one of the screened win dow's. By and by he ventured to peer into this widow He saw' three people: a young man at the piano, an elderly man smoking in a corner, and a young woman reclining in a chair, her eyes closed. The watcher’s intake of breath was sibilant. It was she! The Dawn Pearl! He vaulted the veranda rail, careless now whether or not he was heard, and ran dowrn to the beach. He gave an order, the proa was floated and the sail run up. In a moment the brisk even ing breeze caught the lank can vas and bellied it taut. The proa bore away to the northwest out of which it had come. James Boyle O’Higgins knew little or nothing of the South Seas, but he knew human beings, all colours. His deduction was correct that the beauty of Ruth Enschede could not remain hid den long even on a forgotten isle. CHAPTER XXIV Spurlock’s novel was a tale of regeneration. For a long time to come that would naturally be the theme of any story he undertook to write. After he was gone in the morning, Ruth would steal in to the study and hurriedly read what he had written the previous night. She never questioned the motives of the characters; she had neither the abality nor the conceit for that; but she could and often did correct his lapses in colour. She never touched the manuscript with pencil, but jot ted down her notes on slips of paper and left them where he might easily find them. She marvelled at his apparent iiuperviiousness to the heat. He worked afternoons, when every body eles went to sleep ; he work ed at night under a heat-giving light, with insects buzzing and droppong about, with a blue haze of tobacco smoke that tried to get out and could not. With his arms bare; the neck-band _of bis shirt tucked In, lie laboured. Fre quently he would take up a box of tad and send a shower down his back, or fill his palms with the powder and rub his face and arms and hands. He kept at it even on those nights when the monsoon bega* to break with heavy storms and he had to weight down with stones every thing on his table. Soot was everywhere, for the lamp would not stay trimmed in the gale. But he wrote on. As the novel grew Ruth was astonished to see herself enter and dominate it: sometimes as she actually was, with all her dreams reviewed—as if he had caught her talking in her sleeep. It frightened her to behold her heart and mind thus laid bare; but the chapter following would reassure her. Here would be a woman perfectly unrecognizable, strong, ruthless but just. This heroine ruled an island which (in the ’80s) was rich with shell—pearl-shell; and she fought pearl thievers and mau rauding beachcombers, fought them with weapons and with woman’s guile. No mau knew whence she had come nor why. That there would eventually be a lover Ruth knew; and she wait ed his appearance upon the scene, waited with an impatience which was both personal and literary. If the creator drew a hero any thing like himself, she would ac cept it as a sign that he did care a little. * Ruth did not resent the use of her mind and body in this tale of adventure. She gloried in it: he needed her. When the hero finally did appear, Ruth became filled with gentle self-mockery. He was no Iloddy, but a tremen dous man, with hairy arms and bearded face and drink-shattered intellect. Day by day she fol lowed the spiritual and physical contest betwemi this man and woman. One day a pall of black ness encompassed the sick mind of the giant; and when he came to his senses, they properly func tioned: and he saw his wife by his bedside! An astonishing idea entered th’s head one day—when the novel was complete in the rough —an astonishing idea because it bad not developed long ago. A tiling which had mystified her since childhood, a smouldering wonder why it should be, and un til now she bad never felt the urge to investigate. She tucked the mission Bible undtr her arm, and crooking a finger at Rollo, went forth to the west beach where the sou’-west surge piled up muddily, burdened with bro ken spars, crates, boxes, and weeds. During the wet mon soon the west beach was always littered. Where the stuff came fro mwas always a mystery. The Enschede Bible—the one out of which she read—had been strangely mutilated. Sections and pages had been pasted together, and all through both Testaments a word had been blotted out. The open books she knew by heart; aye, they had been ground into her, morning and night. One of her duties, after she had been taught to read, had been to read aloud after breakfast and before going to bed. The same old lines and verses, over and over, until there had come times when shrieking would have relieved her. How she had hated it I . . . All thes mumblings which were never explained, which carried no more sense to her brain than they would have carried to Old Morgan’s swearing parrot. Like the parrot, she could memorize the lines, but she could not under stand them. Never had her father explained. “Read the first chapter of Job”; beyond that, nothing; Whenever she came upon the obliterated word and paused, her father would say: “Faith. Go on.” So, after a time, encountering the blot, she her self would supply the word Faith. But was it Faith T That is what she was this day going to find out. She closed her eyes more vivid ly to recall some line which had carried the blot. And so she came upon the word Love. Blot ted out—Love! With infinite care, through nearly a thousand pages, her father had obliterated the word Love. Whyf Love was a word of God’s, and yet her father had denied it—denied it to ^e Book, denied it to his own flesh and blood. Why ? He could preach the Word and deny Love! —tame the savage heart, succour broken white men!—pray with his face strained with religious fervous! The idea made her diz zy because it was so inexplicable. She could accord her father with one grace: he was not in any manner a hypocrite. Tender with the sick, firm with the strong, fearless, with a body that had the resistance of iron, there was nothing of the hypocrite in! him. She recalled him. A gaunt, powerful man: no feature of hisj face decided, and yet for all that' it had the significance of a coun tenance hewn out of rock. Neveu had he corrected her with hand or whip, the ring in his voice had) always been sufficient to cowerj her. But never had the hand, touched her with a father’f caress; never had he taken hei into his arms; never had he kiss ed her. She had never been “My child” or “My dear”; always her name—Kuth. Love, obliterated, annihilated, out of his heart and out of his Bible. Why? Here was a curtain indeed. No matter. It was end ed. She herself had cut the slen der tie that had bound them. Ah but she could remember; and many things there were that she would never forgive. Sometimes —a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. Stonily he had disengaged ihimself. “I forbid you to do that.” She had brought home a puppy one day. He had taken it back. He destroyed her clumsily made dolls whenever he found them. Once she had asked him: “Art you my father?” He had answered: “I am.” She had no reason to doubt him. Her father, her own father' She remembered now a verse from the Psalms her father had always been quoting; but now she recited it with perfect under standing. How long wilt thou forget me, 0 Lord ? for ever ? How long wilf thou hide thy face from me? She came upon the Song oi Songs—which had been pasted down in the Enschede Bible—the burning litany of love; and from time to time she intoned some verse of tender lyric beauty. There was one verse that haunt ed and mocked her. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick o? love. (TO BE CONTINUED) While walking through a field, a far mer in South Africa noticed a crow suddenly drop dead. When he exam ined the bird he found that it had beet choked by a 7-carat diamond. FRENCH WEATHER, COLD, HELPS FEW, INJURES OTHERS Paris.—Persistent rains and cold ' weather, which have made many a good soul lose his disposition here this summer, nevertheless made good business for the Paris theaters and other Indoor amusements. The gross revenue for the month of August showed an Increase of over a milliot and one-half francs as compared with the receipts of last year. Then the unusual cold, which ha* been the despair of the ice-cream dealers, has been a source of joy for the cafes which sell hot coffee and chocolate. Bathing establishments and out door restaurants along the rlvei have been practically empty all summer. But the umbrella seller* have no reason to complain. Tax Swindles Drive Police Across Frontier Warsaw.—Its suspicions having been aroused by the abnormallj small income returns filed by somt important concerns in Polish Uppe> Silesia, the government sent a spe cial mission to make investigation* on the spot. It was disclosed that two indus trial firms had carried duplicate sets of books, one secret and the othei public. One concern reported a tax able Income of 150.000.000 zlotys while the hidden books showed it should have reported 600,000,000. The fines to be imposed will reach 5,000, 000 zlotys. Some arrests have been made but the directors of the two companies have escaped to Germany. 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