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F-143, Diamond Dyes, Burlington Vermont. _Something Else for Jury to Think About The hysterical sympathy shown for murderers led Judge Morris Soper to say at a dinner In Baltimore: "A young woman, In love with a poor young man, had killed her rich husband, and cut up his remains with a hatchet. As there could he no doubt about the woman's guilt, her lawyer tried to get her off by the use of the .sent I mental stop. "My responsibility In this case Is lienrt rending,’ he said to the Jury In • tearful voice, ‘This lovely spring morning, ns I motored In to the ofllce, birds were singing In every tree, the *r■— maAss four skis be;.HIM. SI tt WWtKB XMJCUrT Adlfwdftl.rarvrilt •r. C. M. Btvm SR* l*/l McMim ACMc— now, can t 1—xroin that con suming fear of not having played the man with Gordon Mackayf Or—can’t I rest from that? I can’t really wipe out my cowardliness by any effort to undo the wrong I did.” ‘‘Schuy, you have wiped it out, if it was cowardliness. I think it could better be called I illness.” I ‘‘But if I’d let fate—and Sage Pierpont—have their way, Mackay would have been on the road to be minister of that church. I can’t undo it that he isn’t.” ‘‘Dear, your mind is going round in circles, as it docs when you’re overtired. Jt was meant that you should fail to night, because of Jamie Mac pherson. . . . Schuy, I could sec Jamie Macpherson, waiting for that cable, couldn’t you!” ‘‘Oh, Lord, yes! As clearly as if I’d been there, poor fel low. How a man must care about his work and the carry ing on, when he can use every ounce of his spent strength to secure a successor. That’s what I’d have done from the begin ning of this thing, if I’d been a Jamie Macpherson.” The September moonlight was streaming in at the widely opened windows; Sally could see her husband’s face almost as clearly as in the candlelight lately extinguished. He lay with one arm under his head, its beautiful profile outlined against the pillow. His eyes were closed. It was the r-e time of the 24-hour da. that with the disfiguring black glasses gone, he looked to Sally like the Schuyler of old. Her heart contracted with the thought that never again would those eyes look up to ward the sun in its splendor of midday—there was to be only dim light for him henceforth— dimmer and dimmer. . . . She shook herselt away from morbidity. Hope that the dis ease might be arrested was not absolutely gone from her. Rich ard Flake had never said posi tively that there could not by some miracle of science be left to Schuyler some remnant at least, of his eyesight, so that the world would not go entire ly black for him. Neither had Fiske said that life itself would cease. Until he did say these things Sally would keep on be lieving. and hoping—and pray ing. Meanwhile, it was for her always to be her husband’s right hand, his eyes, his virtual life. Only she knew what she now meant to him—a thousand times more than when even in his strength he had depended upon her far more than he had recognized. Now, in his weak ness, he did somewhat appre hend the truth. He turned his head toward her, upon his pillow. “Sally, dear—T don’t mean to be for ever asking you to brace me. I’ve done a fearful lot of that in the past—and right up to the present. I vow I’m going to try to stand on my own feet, as long as T’ve feet to stand on. It’s come to me rather sud denly, and as if it were quite new, that the thing the doctors say—and the athletes and the rest of the people who talk so much about the psychology of life and health—is true. That we’ve got to exercise—con stantly exercise—our powers to keep them at all. T’ve been letting myself slip. When I was speaking at that dinner to night. trying to do the thing simply and without fuss and feathers, T was thinking, too, that if I could only do my work in the pulpit over again, I’d do it differently. I’d care less to be popular and admired, and more to be of real service.” “You have been of real ser vice, Sehuy. You could never NAVY PLANS MORE TESTS FOR SUBMARINE life: saving devices Washington, The navy is planning further st* o tests of its new submarine life saving device known as “lung,” a '"as mask like contrivance with wl h it is possi ble for men entomb 1 in submarines to open a hatch ar- each the sur face alive if need fc*. Successful tests were made in t ’ Potomac re cently at 110 feet. navy is now Planning to test th' "lung” in wa er depths ot 125 ?• 1 150 feet and has ordered the > marine rescue vessel "Falcon" to i uceed from New London, Conn., to e.rive at Solo have held that piaee if you hadn’t. You’ve been of won derful service.” He shook his head. “Not as I might have been if I’d been a Jamie Maepherson or a Gordon Mackay. They’re the real thing. I—” She recognized, In spite of this new humility, this honest effort at self-appraisement, the old longing to be reassured, the old eager desire to be com mended. But as she looked at him, so frail upon his pillow, she understood him almost as never before. Understood that sainthood is not to be attained on this earth, even by those who preach of it. That even a distant and occasional ap proach to perfection is all that can be hoped for of human be ings. That the great thing is the caring—the will—the un ceasing effort—to be of use, to play a worthy part. There was no question in her mind that such caring was Schuyler’s, to a degree intensely augmented by his new realization of his own weakness. To her, there fore, he was a better and a big ger man than ever before. And he was a dearer man—no doubt of that. She put both *rms about him, drawing him close. He laid his face against the firm sweet flesh as a child clings to his mother's breast, and pressed his lips to it. “I’m the real thing in one way, Sal ly,” he murmurmed. “I’ve al ways loved you, but I love you now as I never did before. God only knows what I should do without you.” “You are the real thing, dear,” she whispered. “And never so real as now.” There was on his lips—and in his heart—a question, which had often been there before. He forebore to ask it. It had to do with Richard Fiske. Not for a moment had Schuyler im agined that Sally his wife had a thought for Richard other than as a dear friend. But he had long ago divined that Fiske was deeply in love with Sally. Schuyler thought he knew beyond a doubt that this would never try to win her wane sue was bound. nut af terward, in the time that was coming—Schuyler knew it was coming sooner or later, when she should be left alone—then he was sure Fiske would try. At this moment the thought came to him with a shock, as though he had never enter tained it before. He wanted to cry out: “Promise me, Sally! Promise me! You'll he mine al ways—in life—in death. No body else, ever—ever.” Instead, he pressed his face deeper, shutting his lips tight against her breast. At least he could make that sacrifice for her. Never to say it—never to bind her by exacted promise, no matter how willingly given. At least he could do this, to prove to himself that he was a man. She had given him her life —her mind, her heart, her part nership with him in every act of his. He owed her everything. A* least he could partially pay that debt by leaving her free. He lifted his face. “Do you love me?” he whispered. “Schuy! You know7, dear est!” Yes, he knew. He could be content with that. His future and hor's were in God’s hands. Lot Him do with them as He would. Schuyler was too weary now—suddenly—to care great lv. Tie let his tired head sink back into its lovely resting place, and presently went qui etly to sleep. (TO BE CONTINUED) Too Many of Them. From Passing Show. He; The mere fact that you re fu.ed me doesn’t worry' me. There 1 are others. She: That’s why I refused you. i mon's Island, Md., on September 11, | where the vessel will be joined by ' the “U. S. S. Crilley” from Wash ington with the personnel of the navy’s diving school from the Wash i ington navy yard. Officers of the navy department will observe the tests September 11 and 12. Q. Was the brain of Anatole I France remarkable in size? R. T. A. To the surprise of anatomists i it was found that his brain weighed only 1.017 grams, about 25 per cent less than the weight of the average i mya of mediocre ability. Jumping Meridians By LINTON WELLS and NELS LEROY JORGENSEN 1 CHAPTER I. The mask of boredom did not at all become Jimmy Bran don; he was too essentially a part of life and the movement of life. Yet he was bored. Tea things, soft rugs . . . the chatter of low-pitched voices,, the discreet steps of the servants . . . handsome men who just the correct df-. lance to bend over white, help less fingers. “Amused, Jim?” lie turned at the faintly ironical voice at his elbow and looked into the mildly sur prised, childlike blue eyes of iiis friend. Bill C nne would always look like a surprised child, and his "voice would al ways hold that touch of irony that goes with a prodigious wisdom belonging especially to children and to men who never grow' old. Jimmy Brandon grunted. “Amused—at what? I don’t know why I ever came—or why I ever do come to these affairs. Billy, a teacup in my hand gives me a panicky feel ing. Here—for the love of heaven, let me set it down.” Crane was smiling. “Don’t know why you came? That’s about what Natalie said.” “Who’s Natalie?” asked Jimmy vacantly. “Oh, I re member. Your sister. So she’s home, eh? I must meet her.” IIis voice held not the faint est trace of interest. Crane fol lowed his eyes and understood, lie understood, too, why Jim my Brandon had come to this tea—why he came to others, which he detested, when Fran ces Lassiter was to be present. On this day, Frances was hos tess, her mother being an in valid and unable t) attend to her duties. « “Yes, she's home,” drawled Crane. He watched his com panion’s face. Jimmy’s eyes were as he bad never seen them before; soft and wrondering. Wondering!—this man who had seen and done so much, in every corner of the world. Jimmy—and Frances Lassit er! Crane watched the frothy gold of her hair as she bent slightly over the tea wagon, watched as her delicate, shape ly hands offered a fragile cup to the man who stood before her. Then be turned suddenly back to .his friend, with a quick thought. 1 !ip wonder and the gentle ness had slipped from Jimmy Brandon like a worn-out cloak. ITis eyes were narrowed now, and cold; it was tin* way Trane knew them best. Hitherto, be fore bis last return to New York and the society into which he had been born—and by which he bad been nearly forsrotten in his Ions? absences —.Timmy had been restless, easrer, bis eves turned to some new adventure, anxious for movement and activity. Only, now, there was Frances. Crane shook his bead dubiously. “I observe, from your fea tures—as any one in the room can do, if they chance to look, bv the way—that Frances is serving tea to your bated rival.” he murmurmed casual ly. ‘‘.Tim, for the love of M'ike, look calm. Rogers isn’t going to carry her out of the house!” Jimmy smiled, but it was not in entirely pleasant smile. ‘‘I can’t help the face, Billy, [’m a born roughneck and T don’t belong here. I don’t know wbv I’m staying on in New York—tea-partying, dan banting—riding tame horses in the park! Ye gods—why?” \*‘IIope springs eternal, I suppose,” murmured Crane, with a glance at the young hos tess of the afternoon. ‘‘I say, Timmy, is this—all, this ndora Why the Thistle Is The Emblem of Scotland At the Jime of the Danish wars with Scotland, it is related that an irmy of the invaders sought to make a surprise night raid upon he sleeping Scots. To accomplish their purpose the Danes advanced in their stocking feet. But one of the invaders stepped upon a thistle in the dark ind his loud sudden cry awakened he men of Scotland and the coun try was saved. The thistle there fore. has become the national em jlam of Scotland >nd uder U is tion serious? I mean, do you want to marry Frances—or anything?” “I suppose so.” Jimmy Brandon’s interest had already departed. ‘‘That’s what one does, isn’t it? I mean to say;— I love her. Never tried loving anyone before—too many other things to do. But, Frances . . . Lord, she’s lovely, Billy; and here I'm nothing but a bankrupt world wanderer, with no more home or prospects than the Wandering Jew. ” prised eyes on the girl. It was all readily understandable— Jimmy’s strange abstraction of late. Frances Lassiter was all that was lovely and desirable in this odd, effete world of which they were all a part. She seemed even more essen tially a part of it than the rest, more compatible with the hard reality under its soft exterior— but that was because she was more beautiful, perhaps, and unapproachable. ‘‘Does she know you’ve no prospects?” ‘‘1 haven’t had a chance to tell her anything yet. But she’s known me since we were kids.” Jimmy Brandon turned earn estly to his friend. “I say, Billy, you don’t suppose that would make any difference—• with a girl as sweet as Fran ces? I can always earn money —lots, even if it’s not as much as she has. Wouldn’t that be enough to offer? I’d never thought of it before.” Jimmy was strangely boyish and youthful suddenly, in con trast with his normal air of complete certainty and utter confidence in himself. The world outside had often tested him—New York, to him, was just a part of it; a part that he was not especially fond of and saw oceasionaHy. Crane nodded dubiously. “I can’t answer you,” he replied. ‘‘I don’t know Frances very well. From the way you’oe been living, though, any one’d think you had found a fortune somewhere. That’s the rumor. I’d suggest—ask her first, Jim. If she says yes, you can tell her the sad news afterward; if it’s so you’ll have spared your self a confession.” “You miserable cynic!” Jim my grunted. “At that, I’ll take your advice. She’s got to say yes—I’m tired of all this. If she won’t say it, I’m going 9 9 “Where?” .Timmy tossed his cigaret into a tray and shrugged. “Quien sabe? There’s always some place to go. Wish me luck.” As he walked away, his friend watched him with a dubious frown. All during the afternoon, he had staved in the little aleove by the windows which looked out with well bred impatience upon the traffic of Central Park South. Though he had been born to a position in this very society in which he found himself* .Timmy felt strangely ill at ease among these people now. The years had drawn him far away, across countries and seas and into strange, forgotten ports some of which he knew that his hosts had not even heard of. At the death of a fond mother who had struggled on a tiny income to maintain thp appearances of a once pow erful family, .Timmy had dis gustedly seen New York vanish behind him when he set out alone into the world—aboard a broken-down rattle boat. (TO B>: CONTINUED) Mix Him Another. From Judge. Doris (seeing milk wagon hit by car): Oh, the poor man! He looks terribly hurt. Dave: There, there, don’t cry over spilled milkmen. carried the motto “Nemo me im pune lacessit” (No one acctacks me with impunity). 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