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i "Mi rearm a,-s.aA.ibcj »xn wiMgaa—r SYNOPSIS. “Mad” Dan Maitland, on reaching his New York bachelor club, met an attrac tive young woman at the door. Janitor O’Hagan assured him no one had been within that day. Dan discovered a wom an's finger prints in dust on his desk, along with a letter from his attorney. Maitland dined with Bannerman. his at ^ tomey. Dan set out for Greenfields, to get his family Jewels. Maitland, on reaching home, surprised lady in gray, cracking the safe containing his gems. She, apparently, took him for a well known crook. Daniel Anisty. Half-hyp notized, Maitland opened Ills safe, took therefrom the jewels, and gave them to her, first forming a partnership in crime. The real Dan Anisty. sought by police of the world, appeared. Maitland overcame him. He and the girl went to New York in her auto. He had the jewels. She was to meet him that day. A "Mr. Snaith” introduced himself as a detec tive. To shield the girl in gray, Maitland, about to show him the jewels, supposedly lost, was felled by a blow from “Snaitli's'' cane. The latter proved to be Anisty himself and lip secured the gems. Anisty. who was Maitland's double, masqueraded as the latter. Tiie criminal kept Mait land's engagement with the girl in gray. He gave her the gems. The girl in gray visited Maitland’s apartments during his absence and returned gems. Maitland, without cash, called tip ills home and heard a woman's voice expostulating. Anisty, disguised as Maitland, tried to wring from her the location of tile gems. A crash was heard at the front door. Maitland overwhelmed the crook, allow ing him to escape to shield the young woman. The girl in gray made her es cape, Jumping into a cab. An instant . later, by working a ruse, Anisty was at / her side. He took her to Attorney Ban w Herman's office. There, by torture, he tried in vain to wring from her the loca tion of the gems. He left her a moment and she 'phoned O'Hagan, only getting in the words: “Tell Mr. Maitland under the brass bowl,” the hiding place in the lat ter's rooms, when Anisty heard Iter words. Bannerman also was revealed as a crook. T*e and Anisty set out to secure the gents and leave town. The gTl was still imprisoned. Maitland finding the girl V gone, searched Ids rooms and unearthed f the jewels under tin- brass bowl. He / struck Anisty's trail in a leg office build ing. where Anisty was killed. Maitland ” and girl in gray confessed love for each other. To shield her Dan told Hickey she was Mrs. Maitland. Bannerman died a self-confessed thief. CHAPitR XVII.—Continued. “You dropped it in the trunk-closet, I found it there. There is something of mine in it?" Dumb with misery, she nodded; and after a little: “You didn't look, of course.” “1 had no right,” he said, shortly. “Other men wo-would have thought they had the right. I th-thinlc you had, the circumstances considered. At all events,” steadying her voice, “I say you have, now. I give you that right. Please go and investigate that hand-bag, Mr. Maitland. I wish you to.” He turned and stared at her curious ly. “I don’t know what to think,” he said. “I can not believe—” “You mu-must believe. I have no right to profit by your disbelief. Dear Mr. Maitland, you have been kind to me, very kind to me; do me this last kindness, if you will.” The young face turned to him was gravely and perilously sweet; very nearly he forgot all else. But that she would not have. “Do this for me. What you will find will explain everthing. You will un derstand. Perhaps” — timidly — “per haps you may even find it in your heart to forgive when you understand. If you should, my card-case is in the bag. and—’’ She faltered, biting her lip cruelly to steady a voice quivering with restrained sobs. “Please, please \ go at once, and—and see for yourself!” she implored him passionately. or a sudden he found himself re solved. Indeed, he fancied that it were dangerous to oppose her; she was overwrought, on the verge of los ing her command of self. She wished this thing, and though with all his soul he hated it, he would do as she de , sired. “Very well,” he assented quietly. , "Shall I stop the cab now?” i “Please.” ./ f He tapped on the roof of the han som and told the cabby to draw in at the next corner. Thus he was put down not far from his home—below the Thirty-third street grade. Neither spoke as he alighted, and she believed that he was leaving her in displeasure and abhorrence; but he had only, stepped behind the cab for a moment to speak to the driver. In a moment he was back, standing by the step with one hand on the apron and staring in very earnestly and soberly at the shadowed sweetness of her pal lid face, that gleamed in the gloom there like some pale, shy, sad flower. Could there lie evil combined with such sheer loveliness, with features that in every line bodied forth the purity of the spirit that abode within? In the soul of him he could not believe that a thief’s nature fed canktr-like at the heart of a woman so divinely, naively dear and desirable. And—he would net. “Won’t you let me go?” “Just a minute. I—I should like to —If I find that you have done nothing so very dreadful," he laughed uneasi ly, "do you wish to know?" “You know I do.” She could not help saying that, letting him see that far into her heart. “You spoke of my calling, I believe. That means to-morrow afternoon, at the earliest. May I not call you up on the telephone?” ’ “The number is in the hook,” she said in a tremulous voice. “And your name in the card-case?” “Yes.” “And if I should call in half an hour—?” “O, I shall not sleep until I know! Good night!” “Good night! Drive on, cabby.” He stood, smiling queerly, until the hansom, climbing the Park Avenue hill, vanished over its shoulder. Then swuiig about and with an eager step retraced his way to his rooms, very confident that God was in his heaven and all well with the world. III. The cab stopped. The girl rose and descended to the walk. The drivei touched his hat and reined the horse •away. “Good night, ma’am,” he bade her. cheerfully. And she told him ‘‘This Is Daniel Maitland . . Sylvia!” For a moment she seemed a bit hesi tant and fearful, left thus alone. The house in front of which she stood, like its neighbors, reared a high facade to the tender, star-lit sky, its windows, with drawn shades and no lights, wear ing a singular look of blind patience. It had a high stoop and a sunken area. There was a dull glow in one of the basement windows. It was very late—or extremely early. The moon was down, though Its place was in some way filled by the golden disk of the clock in the-Grand Central station’s tower. The air was impreg nated with the sweet and fragrant breath of the new-born day. In the tunnel beneath the street a trolley car rumbled and whined and clanked lone somely. A stray cat wandered out of a cross street with the air of a sea soned debauchee; stopped, scratched Itself with inimitable abandon, and suddenly, mysteriously alarmed at nothing, turned itself Into a streak of shadow that fled across the street and vanished. And, as if affected by its terror, the gray girl slipped silently into the area and tapped at the lighted window. Almost’ immediately the gate was cautiously opened. A woman’s head looked out, with suspicion. “Oh, thank Heavings!” it said, with abrupt fer vor. “I was afraid it mightn’t be you, Miss Sylvia. I’m so glad you're back. There ain't—hasn’t been a minute these past two nights that I haven’t been in a fidget.” The girl laughed quietly and passed through the gateway (which was closed behind her) into the basement hall, where she lingered a brief mo ment. “My father, Annie?” she inquired. “He ain’t—hasn’t stirred since you went out. Miss Sylvia. He’s sleepln’ peaceful as a lamb.” "Everything is all right, then?” “Now that you’re home, it is, praises be!” The servant secured the inner door and turned up the gas. “Not if I was to be given notice to-morrow mornin’,” she announced, firmly, "will I ever consent to be a party to such goin’s-on another night.” “There will be no occasion, Annie,” said the girl. “Thank you, and—good night.” A resigned sigh—“Good night. Miss Sylvia”—followed her up the stairs. She went very cautiously, careful to brush against no article of movable furniture in the halls, at pains to make no noise on the stairs. At the door of her father’s room on the second floor she stopped and listened for a full mo ment; but he was sleeping as quietly, as soundly, as the servant had de clared. Then on, more hurriedly, up another flight, to her own room, where she turned on the electric bulb in \ panic haste. For it had just occurred j to her that the telephone bell might ring before she could change her cloth ing and get downstairs and shut her self into the library', whose closed door would prevent the bell from being audible through the house. In less than ten minutes she was stealing silently down to the drawing room floor again, quiet as a spirit of the night. The library door shut with out a sound; for the first time she breathed freely. Then, pressing the button on the wall, she switched on the light In the drop-lamp on the.cen ter table. The telephone stood be side it. She drew up a chair and sat down near the instrument, ready to lift the receiver oft its hook the instant the bell began to sound; and waited, the soft light burning in the loosened tresses of her hair, enhancing the Bofl; color that pulsed In her cheeks, fading before the Joy. that lived in her eyeu when she hoped. For she dared hope—at times; and had she dared, who greatly loved, so heavy upon her untarnished heart was the burden of the sin that she had put upon it, because she loved. Perhaps he would not call; perhaps the world was to turn cold and be forever gray to her eyes. He was even then decid ing; at that very moment her happi ness hung in the scales of his mercy. If he could forgive. There was a click. And her face flamed scarlet, as hastily she lifted the receiver to her ear. The armature buzzed sharply. Then central’s voice cut the stillness. “Hello! Nine-o-fiveone?” “Yes.” “Wait a minute.” She waited, breathless, in a quiver. The silence sang upon the wire, the silence of the night through which he was groping toward her. “Hello! Is this uine-o—” "Yes. yes!” "Is this the residence of Alexander C. Graeme?” “Yes.” The syllable almost choked her. “Is this Miss Graeme at the ’phone?” "It is.” “Miss Sylvia Graeme?” “Yes.” “This is Daniel Maitland—Sylvia!” “As if I did not know your voice!” she cried, involuntarily. There followed a little pause; and in her throat the pulses tightened and drummed. “I have opened the bag, Sylvia—” “Please go on.” “And I've sounded the depths of your hideous infamy!” “Oh!” He was laughing. “I've done more. I’ve made a burnt offering within the last five minutes. Can you guess what it is?” “I—I—don’t want to guess! I want to be told.” “A burnt offering on the altar ol your happiness, dear. The papers in the case of the Dougherty Investment Company no longer exist.” “Dan!” “Sylvia—Does it please you?” “Don’t you know? How can it do anything but please me? If you knew how I have suffered because my fa ther suffered, fearing the—No, but you must listen! Dan, it was wearing Record for Hot Biscuits ai From Field to Table In Just Twenty Three Minutes. Biscuits made from flour of which the plump beads of grain nodded lazily in the morning sun 22 minutes before is a performance recorded at Waits burg, Wash., south of Spokane. It is believed to be a world’s record. The wheat was cut on a hillside farm owned by N. B. Atkinson, presi dent of the Washington State Farm ers’ Educational and Co-operative union, two miles from town, was ground into flour at the Preston-Par ton mill and baked by A. Beck. Fifty residents of the town, including Mayor R. M. Breeze, R. H. Osborne, former ly prosecuting attorney of Walla. Walla county; E. b. Wheeler, editor of the Waltsburg Times, and P. B Morrow, general merchant. The three last named were official timekeepers. The varied stages of the operation of converting standing grain into bis 9:03—Ripe wheat standing in the field. 9:04—First head clipped from the straw by the heading machine. 9:08—Grain started into the cylin der of the thrashing machine. 9:11—Four sacks thrashed, sacked, sewed and loaded unto automobile. 9:14—Grain received at mill, two miles from field, weighed and dropped into the receiving hopper; four sacks weighing 535 pounds. 9:19—First flour appeared at pack er having traveled 640 feet in the ma chinery. A. Beck, baker, began mix ing flour, baking powder and water into dough. 9:21—Molded dough in pans placed into oven. 9:23—Two sacks of flour ground, sacked and sewed, ready for market. 9:26—Biscuit taken from the oven, buttered and distributed among wit nesses.—Spokane Correspondent Chi ->• r - itw-■»•<» ~-i..■<. J*inwmi him dowrn to his grave, and I thought—” “You tho’.ight that iT you could get the papers and give them to him—” “Yes. 1 could see no harm, because he was as innocent as you—” “Of course. But why didn’t you ask me?” “He did, and you refused.” “But how could 1 tell, Sylvia, that you were his daughter, and that I should—” “Hush! Central will hear!” “Central's got other things to do, besides listening to early morning con fabulations. I love you.” “Dan.” “Yes?” “I love—to hear you say so, dear.” “Please say that last word over again. I didn't get it.” "Dear.” "And that means that you’ll mar ry me?” a pause. ‘ I say, that means—” “I heard you, Dan.” “But it does, doesn't it?" “Yes.” “When?” “Whenever you please.” “I’ll come up now.” “Don't be a silly.” “Well, when then? To-day?” "Yes—no!” "But when?” “To-morrow—1 mean next week—I mean next month.” “No; to-day at tour. I'll call for you.” “But, Dan.’.’ “Sweetheart!” “But you mustn't! How can I—” “Easily enough. There’s the Little Church-Around-the-Corner—" “But I’ve nothing to wear!" “Oh!” Another pause. “Dan. You don't wish it—truly?” “I do wish it, truly. To-day, at four. The Church of the Transfiguration. Yes. i’ll scare up a best man it you'll find bridesmaids. Now you will, won’t you?” “I—if you wish it, dear.” “I’ll have to ask you to repeat that.” “I shan't. There!” “Very well,” meekly. “But will you tell me one thing, please?” i “What is it?” “Where cn earth did you get hold of that kit of tools?” She laughed softly. “My big brother caught a burglar once, and kept the kit for a remembrauce. I borrowed them.” “Give me your big brother's address and I’ll send ’em back with my thanks —No, by George! I won’t, either. I’vo as much right to keep ’em as he has on that principle.” And again she laughed, very gently and happily. Dear God, that such hap piness could come to one! “Sylvia?” “Yes, dear?” “Do you love me?" "I think you may believe it, when I sit here at four o’clock in the morn ing, listening to a silly boy talk non sense over a telephone wire.” “But I want to hear you say so!” “But central—” . "I tell you central has other things to do!” At this juncture the voice of central, jaded and acidulated, broke in curtly: "Are you through?” THE END. Butter Boxes Made of Straw. In future the boxes containing but ter shipped from Queensland to Great Britain are to be made of straw, and a £50.000 company has been formed to work the business. Butter boxes hitherto have been made of pine, but the drain upon this timber, owing to the heavy exports, have been so se vere that the wood is rapidly going up in price. In one month (March, 1908) over 50,000 boxes of butter from Queensland arrived in England— 1,250 tons, worth £140,005. In the new box a mixture of kaolin and straw is used. It can be produced and sold for ts. At present 3,000.000 boxes are used in Australia annually, costing £200,000. The new box will save the dairy industry about £40,000 a year, as the material for manufactur ing the box can be grown in the pad dock which supports a cow. It weighs about 10^2 pounds, being damp proof and odorless. WAS IN NO HURRY TO LEAVE Prisoner Put Coming Gastronomic Joy Ahead of a 3rief Period cf Liberty. A colored man from Georgia had lived in Washington but a few years when he was arrested for some slight violation of the city ordinances. Upon hearing that the negro was in jail, the secretary of the colored Y. M. C. A. secured the services of a minister to go with him and sign the prisoner’s bail bond. They reached the jail shortly before noon, and told the negro the object of their visit. In re sponse to the proffered kindness he said: “Itistali Johnsing, 1 sho is glad you all is gwine to git me out, but I wants you-all to fix it so I can’t git out till late dis evenin’.” Of course the two Samaritans were somewhat taken aback by this unus ual request. But a moment later they lost their breath when, in answer to the secretary’s question, the Georgia negro replied in a whisper: “Well, sah, dey’s a-gittin’ dinnah ready, an’ dey’s cookin’ greens; an' I sho would like to git some o’ dem greens befo’ I leabes dis place!”—Lip pincott's. BACKACHE IS KIDNEYACHE. Usually There Are Other Troubles to Prove It. Pain in the hack is pain in the kid neys, in most cases, and it points to me need or a spe cial remedy to re move and cure the congestion or in I ^animation of the L kidneys that is in I terfering with their 7 work and causing that pain that a makes you say: “Oh, my back.” Thompson Wat kins, professional ’ nurse, 420 N. 23rd W 'CJ DU, llUSl'US, ^ says: "For some time I was annoyed with sharp twinges across the small of my back and ir regular passages of the kidney secre tions. Since using Doan’s Kidney Pills, I am free from these troubles.” Remember the name—Doan’s. Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Foster Milburn Co.. Buffalo, N. Y. Dorothy and the Stork. When little Dorothy Walworth jyas introduced to her baby brother in the First Methodist Episcopal Parsonage in Yonkers, N. Y., sho manifested in tense interest, but was not astonished. “I knew he was coming,” she ex claimed; "I knew it.” Pressed for an explanation, the five year-old said: “I was down to the Bronx zoo the other day and saw the stork in his cage. 1 recognized him by the black stripes on his wings that papa said were there. Well, when the stork was standing alone on one leg, I went close to him and whispered in his ear that I wanted him to bring me a baby brother or sister. He didn’t say anything, but I knew he would do It, because he bent his head toward me and winked an eye.” Joke Medicine. He is a very practical, serious minded man of business. The other day he met a friend, and related to him an alleged joke, and at its con clusion laughed long and heartily. The friend looked awkward for a moment, and then said: “You’ll have to excuse me, old man, but I don’t see the point.” “Why, to tell you the truth, I don’t just see the point myself. But I’ve made it a rule to laugh at all jokes; I tbink it’s good for the health.” Deafness Cannot Be Cured oy local applications, as they cannot reach the dlfr eased portion of the ear. There is only one way to cure deafness, and that Is by constitutional remedies. Deafness Is caused by an inflamed condition of the mucous lining of the Eustachian Tube. When this tube is inflamed you have a rumbling sound or im perfect hearing, and when it is entirely closed. Deaf ness is the result, and unless the inflammation can be taken out and this tube restored to Its normal condi tion, hearing will be destroyed forever; nine cases out of ten are caused by Catarrh, which in nothing but an Inflamed condition of the mucous surfaces. 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In conclusion he says— . “it seems probable therefore that the bulk and brawniness of the Northerners (meaning the Scotch) lias been in some measure due to the stimulation of the thyroid gland by oatmeal por ridge in childhood.” The Scotch eat Quaker Oats because it is the best of all oatmeals. GENTLE REBUKE FROM PULPIT Yet One Somehow Cannot Help Won dering Whether Sermon Was Worth Listening To. Somewhere in the pages of her pleasant “Book of Joys” Mrs. Lucy Fitch Perkins tells a delightful story of her New England clerical great grandfather, who was a man of in genuity and resources. She says: “He employed more than one device to secure wakefulness on the part of his weary congregation. Standing during the prayer was but one of many. My grandfather used to tell us with pride of an instance which oc curred at a time when a new church edifice had been proposed, and was under warm discussion. Great-grand father thought this a worldly and un necessary expense, and emphasized his opinion by pausing in the midst of his sermon on a Sunday, saying im pressively, as he fixed the somnolent members of his congregation with a stern look: “‘You are talking about building a new church. It seems to me quite un necessary, since the sleepers in the old one are all sound!’ ”—Youth’s Com panion. His Proper Field. A colored ruan was brought before a police judge charged with stealing chickens. He pleaded guilty and re ceived sentence, when the judge asked how It was he managed to lift those chickens right under the window of the owner’s house when there was a dog loose in the yard. “Hit wouldn’t be no use, judge,” said the man, “to try to ’splain this thing to yo’ all. Ef you was to try it you like as not would get yer hide full of shot an’ get no chickens, nuther. Ef yo’ want to engage in any rascality, judge, yo’ better stick to de bench, whar yo’ am familiar.”—Ladies’ Home Journal. 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