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Smil ing, she added, “Later, too, I'll know more of you—after you’ve won and T see what you’ve done with your vic tory.” “But—what can T do with It?” he demanded. “It’s what I’ve just been saying. Beyond the fact that you want me to win, and the fact that to lose simply isn’t in my make-up— what’s next?” He knew, deep m ins heart, the reason for his dissatisfac tion. TTe wouldn’t lose—he couldn’t hear the thought of losing. But the long journey was nearing its end. In New York, he and Natalie were on separate planes, whereas here they were toget,'vr. She had helped him to win; if he could keep on now, vic tory was his But the very victory—the very finish of it all meant that he must see no more of Natalie. There was only Frances, and Frances he had forgotten. lie knew at last that she was unworthy. It had been for her that he had done all this; he was re turning to her. Yet—it was Natalie he wanted, and he lost her in the moment that he gained—what ? It was a bitter thought. Natalie, as she turned to him, was more lovely, more infinite ly desirable than ever, the pal lor of the moonlight making purest marble of the finely chiselled enotours of her fea tures, shining deep into the wells of her eyes, half veiled with their curving lashes. He felt a wild, savage desire to sweep her into his arms where she stood—to forget Cecil Broadmoor, the ship—the mor row—everything but the mom ent : the last moment, he real ized in a sort of panic, when he could be as near to her as this, as happy in their isola tion from all the world. He looked up, away from her. A reeling full moon be hind the dizzy mainmast, ca reened drunkenly and turned into showers of silver and pearl the spray that dashed free of the Faustania’s prow; it kissed the million petulant wave-tips with a Bacchanalian overflow of affection. From the salon, the faintest wisp of orchestra music drifted for ward; and in Jimmy’s nos trils, part of the night, and the poignant beauty of it, was the elusive scent of black nar cissus. lie closed his eyes. Never never after tonight! “Jimmy, don’t you see why you must-” Natalie started to speak; he opened his eyes, staring at her, at the new, torn note in her low voice. In the same move ment, even while his eyes de voured her and wondered at the pain in the depths of hers, a huge wave—more monstrous and more vindictive than the rest, struck the Faustania a mighty blowr on the port side of the bow. The ship careened. Jimmy put out one hand to grip the rail, and Natalie’s speech broke off with a little gasp. But Jimmy’s hand never found the rail. Instead, it caught the girl's arm as she fell to ward him. Instinctively his other hand went out. She had fallen The Dishrag Dr, Vlzetelly. editor of the New Standard Dictionary. Is a capital story teller as well as a distin guished lexicographer. In a recent newspaper discussion of the dishrag. which he says dates from the vear 700. he tells a yam about No3h Web ster, our original lexicographer, in which he gave his wife a lesson in the proper use of two words. It runs as follows: The great Noah, while snooping around the kitchen, was suddenly brought face to face w-ith the cook, who was a sonsv (sweet and pood looking) lassie. So the gallant Noah stepped a bit closer and bussed her on the mouth iust as Mrs. Noah stopped in at the door. Horrified as she professed to be. the Rood New England dame was far from speech less and exclaimed: "Well. I am surprised!" To which the great Noah non chalantly counter: d: "Nat at, all. mv love; not :A r.II! For it is T who have beer uronsed —you wcr** mutely rs'cn* bed." Dr. Vizetr‘ y <1" "« the dithmg as a utensil “formerly” used by housewives in »he c'r r ;..z cf d ■dicr in the kitchen sir.::. I: is still so used. When we v:e•? r -\v!v merrled w» undertook to wash the dishes , after * Sunday chi:k. :i d.iU'.er, as an evidence of love and affection. But we washed them with hot water, soap and hands. Those who watched our performance found much merri ment in the fact that we gave the dishes three rinsings before we dried them. There was no running water in the village, so we used a pan for the rinsings—none too many for thorough cleanliness, we thought. ♦ ♦ Q Plea:? give some auhenti -ated records of egg laying by hens n the United States. A. E. G. A. Th"1 following are the highest -coords of egg laving hens in the United States: 341 eggs laid bv Rhode T?'snd R-xl at the Connecti cut agricultural experiment station l Storrs, Conn.; 339 eggs laid bj White Leghorn in the Georgia eg.2 laying contest, Athens, Ga.; 333 egg laid by Leghorn at western Wash ington egg laying contest, experi mental station. Puyallup, Wash. -- The forest service says that amape is a wood of tropical Amer ica. It is found in the West Indies Mexico, Central America, and Ven ezuela. A common name for it L Roble, which is Spanish for oak However, it is not an oak and bears only a superficial resemblance to it Its color, weight, and strength are similar. It is used for interior finish, for building purposes, ox yokes, pil ing, and boat building. against him. He straightened, recovered his balance, and gave a little gasp to find her head against his breast. “Natalie!” His eyes flamed. It was the first time lie had ever held a woman he loved in his arms— so close; and for the merest seeond she did not move. To feel of her, soft and delicate, lighted a fire that raced through his veins. Tomorrow —yesterday — the days that had passed and were to come, reeled away like drunken planets. His lips were on her hair, black as midnight, and in her nostrils was the delicate scent that was part of her. “Natalie—Natalie — you’re mine and-” For a moment, while Ihe Faustania recovered its keel, as though frightened by the moment and all that it por tended, she had lain there qui escent, her face buried. Now, as he spoke, her figure tight ened. Hungrily, Jimmy leaned forward. He had a swift vision of her lips, red and soft, like the parted gates to Paradise. “Natalie!” “Jimmy—no!” Tt was the frightened, fear ful look in her wide eyes that recalled him. Her hands, tight together, were pressed against, liis shoulders. She was shaking her head, pleadingly. Dully he stepped hack; his hands fell away. That look in her eyes. Good God—she was afraid! lie dashed his palm against his forehead and groped for the rail. “Natalie—I’m—sorry! So sorry. I didn’t realize it was —that, bad ...” He turned, but be felt sud denly weak. She must bate him! That bad been fear in her eyes; there bad been fear in her voice. One tiny white band caught at bis sleeve and held him. Miserablv, he wait ed. “No, no. Jimmy—not that. It isn’t that—p'pnse! Only wait, Jim. Wait till you’ve won and the choice is yours. Can't you see?” Ho nodded dully. The words were kieomprehensible. He was aware, vaguely, that Natalie was trying to spare his feelings; she knew that he had glimpsed her eyes, had seen the haunting fear lying there. She knew the misery inside him, too, and she did not want to hurt him—too deeply. He understood. Jimmy stumbled toward his suite, alone, and flung himself down on the bed. He was glad, staring at the ceiling, that to morrow morning the rail for action would come again. Wo men—be bad never understood them and be never would. Probably he’d always be a fool. Ife tried to put the memory of those last moments from his mind. It was difficult. And yet—her words . . . What could they have meant? Tn retrospect, he could remember them all. And when she had lain against him; there had been seconds, her face close to his breast, his arms tightly about her shoulders—seconds of Paradise before she awak ened. lie shook his head, dropping slowly into slumber, telling himself that tomorrow lie would come into his own again; the only life for which life had fitted him. Tomorrow, there awaited danger—danger and speed and thrills. These were his heritage. Yet there was no comfort in the reflection. CHAPTKRXXIX. The morning of the 28th day of the race dawned so clear and cool ns to have dissipated, 1 in the very f I Opel of sunshine \fliieh drowned tho sea and air, nil the clouds of tile night be fore. Jimmy, who was on deck es ly, waiting for the moment of action to come, found him self able to forget most of the scene on the foredeck. He had thrust it from him. For the present, there was work to be done, for which he was grateful. Rogers’ next move must he watched. With every pulse of the great en gines in the hpart of the ship, they were nearing the goal. The passengers of the Faus tania, too, seemed affected with the same spirit of excite ment. During the trip across the Atlantic, once the two ra cers had become known, bet ting on the result hail been free. At Montauk Point, be fore the rivals could got out of sight, those on board would know the winner. Whatever method either used, its value would he proved by then. Natalie, too, seemed to have forgotten the night before. She sought out Jimmy after a hasty breakfast, smiling as she approached him where he stood beside the Jacob’s Lad der on the starboard side. He had on the same clothes that he had worn during the whole journey. His outer clothing had suffered slightly from its salt-water hath, and his bag he had left in the Bleriot’s cock pit with Cecil Broadmoor; but he had been able to purchase fresh linen aboard the ship. Natalie, however, was as fresh and cool as the morning. Jimmy stood alone. Smiling, she came up to him and laid a hand in comradely fashion on his where it rested on the rail, ignoring the curious eyes that were fastened on them. ‘"It’s your day, Jim,” she said. He smiled rather wistfully, looking down into her eyes with an unspoken question. “It s got to be,” he answered, non-committally. “You’re go ing right on up the bay with the ship?” llis eyes were strained land ward again. For half an hour there had been a gray line on the horizon—the shores of America. Now this was taking shape. A lighthouse loomed up ahead. Natalie nodded. “I’ll have to—have to go through cus toms and quarantine. I’m not exempt.” She looked beyond him, to where, the center of a small group of carefully dressed men and women, Aus tin Rogers stood smiling and chatting lightly. “Jimmy 1” she exclaimed suddenly, “lie’s too sure. Nothing—nothing must happen now!” He smiled, glancing at his rival and then away. “1 wouldn’t be surprised if lie had something up his sleeve,” he said. “But one thing is certain—he can’t get to New York faster than Gra ham’s plane’ll take me.” Rogers’ eyes were strained in another direction now. Where Jimmy had been look ing toward land, searching the skies for Graham’s sea plane, his rival stared back ward, along the side of the Faustania and up the shore line. He s waiting for his yacht all right,” Jimmy decided, with a certain sense of relief. ‘ Jn>t give me one fair jump He broke off suddenly. Rog ers was staring past him; but he, too, jerked up as one of the passengers cried out: “Here comes a seaplane!” Jimmy’s eyes lighted as he turned in common with all the rest, shading his gaze to stare westward. There it was, hard- I ly more than a speck on the j horizon but growing larger , momentarily, the low hung pontoons underneath the graceful wings revaling Gra ham’s ship. He waited for a sign of some boat to put out from the shore that they were nearing; but there was none in sight. Inadvertently he glanced at his rival and was conscious ol a quick twinge of uncertainty as their eyes met. Rogers had merely given him a flickering look—but in it were mingle< confidence and amusement Jimmy's eyes narrowed. 13y t tightening of Natalie’s fingers where they lay over his owi on the rail, he knew that sin had seen, too. “He's got something, Jim my!” ehe whispered tensely “lie’s got another card!” Jimmy nodded coolly in re ply, his gray eyes cold and calm. In the face of the *risi; which every sense warned hin was approaching, he was re covering his old self-onfi denee. The moments of inac tion had passed; face to face with danger and excitemen once more, his old grip on hit nerves returned. “ft can’t matter,” Iip said “He’s got to have something awfully good to beat me out now.” He turned toward her again aware of her hr ’ on his arm just as lie caugio sight of a little white speedboat putting out from shore and skipping over the waves toward tin Faustania. “I’ve got just one more bet, Jim,” the girl was saying. “I don’t know why. but I radioed to Billy last night.” “To Billy!” he repeated For what?” “I don’t know.” Natalie shook her head. “I’m nervous I suppose; perhaps I’m over suspicious. But I told him tc get a plane and fly overhead to watch for anything’s going wrong.” Jimmy laughed. “You dar ling!” he exclaimed. “It’s good of you, Natalie, but there’s nothing can happer now. There’s my plane and that’s my boat, come to tales me off. Besides, Billy wouldn’t have access to a seaplane at such short notice, would he?” “It’ll be a laudplane,” slit returned, “but lie’ll be there I don t know what lie could do, but there’s always i chance. Tell me I’m not fool ish, Jim.” He looked down at her fond ly. “Foolish? After all you ’ve done? Natalie, if yoi liadn’t been foolish enough tf look out for me in the firs, place, I wouldn’t be here-’ He broke off suddenly swinging about at a sound from behind him. Following Natalie’s surprised look, h( was just in time to catch sight of Rogers, with a quick movi and a laughing sally, turning to dive down into the, eompan ionway that led below decks. “Now what in blazes—?’ V\ hy was the man going down there, at this time? Ever now, the big ship’s engine.1 were slowing in their pulsa t’.on: the white speedboat was nearing the steamer rapidly Ahead, Graham was 'circling pi eparatory to a landing, wait ing ior the Faustania to eomt to a stop. Aiiotnor cry broke—excited and sharp, from some of the crowd that now lined the star hoard rail on the promenade Jimmy let his glance turn from where the seaplane was set tling into the wa'-er and swung about again, just in time to see a graceful white yacht emerge from around a point slightly northward. The sides and fun nel of the trim vessel were newly painted; a thin streak of yellow ran about it. Its crew was lining the rails as il bore on, with all the speed ol its light build and powerful engines. On tlie prow, as it approached, its name came te be deciphered: VULTURE New York “It’s Rogers’ yacht, at. right!” Jimmy cried. “Tiim for the big noise, Natalie— though what, lie’s doing belou decks at a time like this L can't make out.” (TO BE CONTINUED) When Dr. Caldwell started to practice medicine, back in 1875, the needs for a laxative were not as great as today. People lived normal lives, ate plain, wholesome food, and got plenty of fresh air. 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