jLULkSTRATlom BY RAY WALTERS WWW mr a* soo&s-re/wm. A ...• SYNOPSIS. Miss Patricia Holbrook and Mias Helen Holbeoak. her niece, were entrusted to llie care of Daurencc Donovan, a writer, ■ummertag wear Port Annandale. Miss Patricia confided to Donovan that she feared her brother Henry, who. ruined by a bank failure, had constantly threatened tier for money from his /ather’s will, of which Miss Patricia was guardian. They • ame to Port Annandale to escape Henry. Donovan sympathised with the two women. He learned of Miss Helen's an noying •niter. Donovan discovered and c-agrtured an Intruder, who proved to tie Reginald Gillespie, suitor for the hand of Miss Helen Holbrook. Gillespie disap peared the following morning A rough sailor appeared and was ordered away. Donovan saw Miss Holbrook and her fa t lf*ir' meet on friendly terms Donovan fought an Italian assassin. He met the nan he supposed was Holbrook, but who «u:d he was Hartridge. a canoe-maker. CHAPTER V.—Continued. He spoke the name carelessly, his manner and tone Implying that there could be no debating the subject, I was prepared for evasion, but not for this eool denial of his identity. "But this afternoon, Mr. Holbrook, I-chanced to follow the creek to this point and I saw—’’ "Ton probably saw that houseboat down there, that is my shop. As I telf.yoo, I am a maker of canoes. They have, I hope, some reputation—honest hand-work; and ray output Is limited. 1 shall be deeply chagrined if you have aever heard of the Hartridge canoe." He shook his head in mock grief, walked to a cabarette and took up a pipe and filled it. He was carrying off the situation well; but his cool ness angered me. "Mr. Hartridge, 1 am sorry that I must believe that heretofore you have been known as Holbrook. The fact was clenched tor me this afternoon, quite late, as I stood in the path be low there. I heard quite distinctly a young woman call you father.” "So? Then you're an eavesdropper as wefl as a trespasser!"—and the man taugneu. "We will admit that I am both,” I flared, angrily. You are considerate, Mr. Dono van!” "The young woman who called you father and whom you answered from the deck of the houseboat is a person I know." 'The devil!” He calmly puffed Ills pipe, holding the bowl In his fingers, his idle hand thrust into his trousers pocket "it was Miss Helen Holbrook that I saw here, Mr. Hartridge.” He started, then recovered himself and peered Into the pipe bowl for a second; then looked at me with an amused smile on his face. “You certainly have a wonderful im agination. The person you saw, if you saw any one on your visit to these premises to-day. was my daughter, Rosalind Hartridge. Where do you think yon knew her, Mr. Donovan?” "1 saw her this morning at St. Agatha's school. I not only say her, but I talked with her, and I am neith er deaf nor blind." He pursed his lips and studied me, with his head slightly titlted to one side, In a cool fashion that 1 did not like. "Rather an odd place to have met this Miss—what name, did you say? —Miss Helen Holbrook;—a closed schoolhonse, and that sort of thing.” "You may ease your mind on that point; she was with your sister, her aunt, Mr. Holbrook; and 1 want you to understand that your following Miss Patricia Holbrook here is In famous and that I have no other busi ness but to protect her from you.” He bent his eyes upon me gravely and nodded several times. 11*1. ia/uvtciu, uc urgiu, 1 repeal that I am not Henry Holbrook, and my daughter—Is my daughter, and not your Miss Helen Holbrook. Moreover, If yon will go to Tippecanoe or to Annand&le and ask about me you will learn that I have been a resident of this commnnlty, working at my trade, that of a canoe-maker. That sfeop down there by the creek and this house, I built myself.” "But the girl—” "Was not Helen Holbrook, but my daughter, Rosalind Hartridge. She has been away at school, and came home only a week ago. You are clear ly mistaken; and If you will call, as You undoubtedly will, on your Miss Holbrook at St. Agatha's In the morn ing, yon will undoubtedly find your young lady there quite safely in charge of—what was the name, Miss Patricia Holbrook?—In whose behalf yon take so praiseworthy an Interest.” He was treating me quite as though I were a stupid schoolboy, but I ral lied sufficiently to demand: “If you are so peaceable and only a boatmaker here, will you tell me why you have enemies who are so anxiom to kill you? I imagine that murder Isn’t common on the quiet shores of this little creek, and that an Italian sailor Is not employed to kill men- who have not a past of some sort behind them." HIb brows knit and the jaw under his short beard tightened. Then he smiled and threw his pipe on the cabarette. "I have only your word for it that there’s an Italian in the wood-pile. I have friends among the country folk here and in the lake villages who can vouch for me. As I am not in the least Interested in your affairs I shall not trouble you for your credentials; hut as the hour Is late and I hope I have satisfied you that we have no acquaintances in common, I will bid you good night. If you care for a boat to carry you home—” ‘‘Thank you, no!” I jerked. He bowed with slightly exaggerated courtesy, walked to the door and threw it open. He asked where I had left my horse, wished me a pleasant ride home, and I was striding up the highway in' no agreeable frame of mind before I quite realized that after narrowly escaping death on his house boat at the hands of his enemies. I Brought My Horse to a Walk as I Neared the Cottage. Henry Holbrook had not only sent me away as ignorant as I had come, but had added considerably to my per plexities. CHAPTER VI. A Sunday's Mixed Affairs. The faithful Ijima opened the door of Glenarm House, and after I had swallowed the supper he always had ready for me when I kept late hours, I established myself in comfort on the terrace and studied the affairs of the house of Holbrook until the robins rang up the dawn. On their hint I went to bed and slept until Ijima came In at ten o'clock with my coffee. An old hymn chimed by the chapel bells reminded me that It was Sunday. Services were held during the sum mer, so the house servants Informed me, for the benefit of the cottagers at Port Annnndale; and walking to our pier I soon saw a flotilla of launches and canoes steering for St. Agatha's. I entered the school grounds by the Glenarm gate and watched several smart traps approach by the lake road, depositing other devout folk at the chapel. The sight of bright parasols and modish gowns, the seml-urban Sunday that had fallen In this quiet corner of the world, as though out of the bright blue above, made ail the more unreal my experiences* of the night. And Just then the door of the main hall of St. Agatha's opened and forth came Miss Pat, Helen Holbrook and Sister Margaret and walked toward the chapel. ii was Meien wno greeted me first. “Aunt Pat can't withstand the temp tations of a day like this. We’re i chagrined to think we never knew this part of the world before!” “I'm sure there is no danger,’’ said Miss Pat, smiling at her own timidity as she gave me her hand. I thought that she wished to speak to me alone, but Helen lingered at her side, and It was she who &9ked the question that was on her aunt's Ups. “We are undiscovered? You have heard nothing, Mr. Donovan?” "Nothing, Miss Holbrook,” I said;1 and I turned away from Miss Pat— whose eyes made lying difficult—to Helen, who met my gaze with charm ing candor. And I took account of the girl anew as I walked between her and Miss Pat, through a trelllsed lane that alter nated crimson ramblers and purple clematis, to the chapel. Sister Marga ret's brown-robed figure preceding us. The open sky, the fresh airs of morn ing, the bird song and the smell of verduous earth in themselves gave Sabbath benediction. I challenged all my senses as I heard Helen's deep voice running on in light banter with her aunt. It was not possible that I had seen her through the dusk only the day before, traitorously meeting her father, the foe of this dear old lady who walked beside me. It was an impossible thing; the thought was unchlvalrous and unworthy of any man calling himself gentleman. No one so wholly beautiful, no one with her voice, her steady tranquil eyes, could, I argued, do III. And yet I had 6een and heard her; I might have touched her as she crossed my path and ran down to the houseboat! She wore to-day a white and green gown and trailed a green parasol in a white-gloved hand. Her small round hat with its sharply upturned brim im parted a new frankness to her face. Several times she looked at me quick ly—she was almost my own height— and there was no questioning the per fect honesty of her splendid eyes. “We hoped you might drop in yes terday afternoon,” she said, and my ears were at once alert. “Yes,” laughed Miss Pat, *‘we were—” “We were playing chess, and almost came to blows!” said Helen. “We played from tea to dinner, and Sister Margaret really had to come and tear us away from our game.” I had now learned, as though by .her own intention, that had been atf St. Agatha’s, playing a harmless game with her aunt, at the very moment that I had seen her at the canoe maker's. And even more conclusive was the fact that she had made this state meet before her aunt, and that Miss Pat had acquiesced in it. We had reached the church door, and I had really intended entering witli them; but now I was in no frame of mind for church; I murmured an ex cuse about having letters to write. "But this afternoon we shall go for a ride or a sail, which shall it be, Miss Holbrook?" I said, turning to Miss Pat in the church [torch. She exchanged glances with Helen befare replying. “As you please, Mr. Donovan. It might be that we should be safer on the water—” I was relieved. On the lake there was much less chance of her being ob served by Henry Holbrook than in the highways about Annandale. It was, to be sure, a question whether the man I had encountered at the canoe-maker's was really her brother; that question was still to be settled. The presence of Gillespie I had forgotten utterly; but he was, at any rate, the least im portant figure in the little drama un folding before me. "I shall come to your pier with the launch at five o’clock,” I said, and with thanks murmuring in my ears I turned away, went home and called for my horse. i repeated my Journey of the night before, making daylight acquaintance with the highway. I brought my horse to a walk as I neared the canoe-ma ker's cottage, and I read his sign and the lettering on his mail box and sat isfied myself that the name Hartridge was indisputably set forth on both. There was no one in sight; perhaps the adventure and warning of the night had caused Holbrook to leave; but at any rate I was bent upon ask ing about him In Tippecanoe village. This place, lying two miles beyond the canoe-maker’s, I found to be a sleepy hamlet of perhaps 50 cottages, a country store, a post-office, and a blacksmith shop. There was a water trough in front of the store, and I dismounted to give my horse a drink while I went to the cottage behind the closed store to seek the shopkeeper. I found him In a garden under an apple tree reading a newspaper. He ■was an old fellow in spectacles, and, assuming that I was an idler from the summer colony, he greeted me courteously. I questioned him as to the character of the winters In this region, spoke of the employments of the village folk, then mentioned the canoe-maker. "Yes; he works the year round down there on the Tippecanoe. He sells his canoes all over the country—the Hartridge, that’s his name. You must have seen his sign there by the cedar hedge. They say he gets big prices for his canoes." "1 suppose he's a n»;ive in these parts?" I ventured. "No; but he’s been here a good while. I guess nobody Unowe where he comes from—or cares. He works pretty hard, but I guess he likes it.” ”He's an industrious man, is he?” “Oh, he’s a steady worker; but lie’s a queer kind. too. Now, he never votes and he never goes to church; and for the sake of the argument, neither do I”—and the old. fellow winked prodigiously. “iHr*# a mighty odd man; but I can’t say that that’s against him. But he’s quiet and peace able, and now his daughter—" “Oh, he has a daughter?’ ’’Yes; and that’s all he has. too; and they never have any visitors. The daughter just come home the other day, and we ain't hardly seen her yei. She’s been away at Bchool.” "I suppose Mr. Hartridge is absent sometimes; he doesn’t live down there all the time, does he?” “1 can’t say that 1 could prove it; sometimes I don’t see him for a month or more; but his business is his own, stranger,” he concluded, point edly. “You think that If Mr. Hartridge had a visitor you’d know it?" I per sisted, though the shopkeeper grew less amiable. "Well, now, I might; and again I mightn't. Mr. Hartridge is a queer mail. I don't see him every day. and particularly in the winter 1 don’t keep track of him.’ \\ itn a little leading tne storekeepet described Hartridge for me, and his description tallied exactly with the man who had caught me on the canoe maker'a premises the night before. And yet, when I had thanked the storekeeper and ridden cn through the village, I was as much befuddled as ever. There was something decidedly incongruous in the idea that a man who was, by all superficial Blgns, at least a gentleman, should be estab lished in the business of making ca noes by the side of a lonely creek in this odd corner of the world. From the storekeeper's account, Hartridge might he absent from his retreat for long periods; if he were Henry Hol brook and wished to annoy his sister, it was not so far from this lonely creek to the Connecticut town where Miss Pat lived. Again, as to the daugh ter, just home from school and not yet familiar to Ihe eyes of the village, she might easily enough be an inven tion to hide the visits of Helen Hol brook. I found myself trying to ac count for the Tact that, by some means short of the miraculous, Helen Hol brook had played chess with Miss Pat at St. Agatha's at. the very hour I had seen her with her father on the Tip pecanoe. And then I was baffled again as I remembered that Paul Stod dard had sent the two women to St. Agatha’s, and that their destination could not have been chosen by Helen Holbrook. My thoughts wandered into many blind alleys as I rode on. I was thor oughly disgusted with myself at find ing the loose ends of the Holbrooks' affairs multiplying so rapidly. The sun of noon shone hot overhead, and I turned my horse into a road that led homeword by the eastern shore of the lake. As I approached a little country church at the crown of a long hill I saw a crowd gathered in the highway and reined my horse to see what had happened. The congregation of farmers and their families had just been dis missed; and they were pressing about a young man who stood in the center of an excited throng. Drawing closer, I was amazed to find my friend Gil lespie the center of attention. "But, my dear sir,” cried a tall, bearded man whom I took to be the minister of this wayside flock, “you must at least give us the privilege ol thanking you! You cannot know what this means to us, a gift so munificent —so far beyond our dreams.” Whereat Gillespie looked bored, shook his head, and tried to force his way through the encircling rustics. He was clad In a Norfolk jacket and knickerbockers of fantastic plaid, with a cap to match. A young famer, noting my curiosity and heavy with great news, whispered to me; "That boy in short pants put a $1.00C hill in the collection basket All in one bill! They thought it was a mis take, but he told our preacher it was a free gift.’ (TO BE CONTINUED.) The Right To Be Happy. . _ Some Philosophy Drawn Out by Pro posed English Law. To make divorce easier is the object of a thoughtful and rather influential English society. It declares that there are, in Great Britain, a hundred thou sand unhappy copules who wohld at once seek divorce if the law permitted —which condition it appears to regard as a sufficient reason for a permissive law. Probably the Englishmen have been reading the Declaration of Independ ence, “Ghosts,” “When We Dead Awake” and other immoral philosophy, from which they have absorbed the singular notion that people have some sort of right to be happy. Neither Jefferson nor Ibsen, we may point out, actually went so far. The American philosopher’ specifically lim ited the right to pursuing happiness merely; he said nothing, at all' about overtaking it; while the great Nor wegian’s last word was ihat the harder you pursued happiness the worse trouble you would get Into. That is the truer word. It is doubt ful if anybody ever ran down and cap tured happiness, even in a divorce suit, with all the family peculiarities published on the front page. Probably a great many marriages fail in the United States because the misguided parties enter upon the contract with the hallucination that they are inalienably entitled to be happy—the fact being that they are inalienably en titled simply to pay the rent soothe the colicky infant and suffer mother in-law’s unprofitable conversation re specting the duties of man—as though you could give a note of hand with the mental reservation that you needn’t pay it unfesg doing so made you joyous. Philosqphy is a dubious thing. There is always a sad chance that somebody will read it and think it’s so.—Saturday Evening Post. LOST REGISTERED LETTERS FOUND IN QUEER PUCE Missed From a Mangled Mail Bag, They are Recovered From Car Trucks. It does not always follow that the disappearance of registered mail packages indicate a robbery of the mail. This was demonstrated on The Overland Limited train No. 2 Friday, November 5th, when a pack age of five registered letters from Schuyler disappeared between that point and Omaha. The recovery of the lost package was as strange as Its disappearance. The Schuyler pouch is picked up from a crane by means of a pouch catcher as the train passes. This pouch catcher is attached to the mail car and hooks onto the poucb sus pended from the crane as the train passes. In this particular instance the pouch catcher did not make a good catch and the pouch fell under the wheels of the train and was cut In two. The mail was scattered along the track for a considerable distance, but the five registered letters, which were in a packet, could not be found when the other mall was picked up. The impression at once prevailed that the registered package had been found and kept by some one and it was re ported &s lost. Postofflce Inspector L. A. Thomp son was started out to investigate. His first visit was to Council Bluffs to make inquiries of the postal clerks on the car, and scarcely had he reached there when he received word that the registered package had been found by the car cleaner resting snug ly on the trucks under the dining car, where it had been blown or thrown when the mail pouch was Bung under the wheels at Schuyler. That the package was not injured In the slightest, nor jarred from Its position on the trucks, is simply an other tribute to the Union Pacific’s ansurpassed roadbed and perfect track. Boy's Essay on Clothing. 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