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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.
Here is an extract from an essay,
written by a boy in a London school:
"Clothing is an article which every
body should wear. The least of
this article is worn by savages or na
tives, which is a piece of cloth or a
few leaves or feathers round the waist,
in cold countries, same as Eskimos,
the people wear more clothes than we
do, count of the icy cold out there.
They can skate all the year round, ex
cept about one thaw there is In sum
mer. If they walked about like na
tives they would catch cold directly
and die of bronkitis. We put clothes
on which are nearly like our bodies,
some have caps, coats and trousers,
but women and girls wear hats and
frocks to tell who they are.”
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A correspondent of the Walker
County Messenger tells this one:
“A darky was on trial in the crim
inal court last week on a charge of
bigamy. After the jury has returned
a verdict of guilty Judge McReynolds
remarked:
‘ “The best I can do, Crum, is to
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“ "Lordy, mercy me, jedge, don’t do
dat! I’d rather go to the pen,’ said
Crum.’’—Atlanta Constitution.
Dr. S. F. Spohn, President of the
Spohn Medical Co., proprietors of
Spohn’s Distemper Cure, was recently
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good majority. Mr. Spohn was for a
number of years County Supt. of
Schools, making such a record that his
neighbours and friends, regardless of
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That Single Thought.
You've heard the old story of sweet
wedded bliss, of the two hearts that
flutter as one, and the two souls single
thought sealed with a kiss, and have
wondered, no doubt, how ’twas done.
As a wise one who was by experience
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1 [(Equipped with Smokeless Device J|
% you’ll not detect the slightest odor
of smoke. The new
Automatic Smokeless Device
positively prevents both. Removed In an instant for cleaning.
Solid brass font holds 4 quarts of oil—sufficient to give out a glowing heat:
for 9 hours—solid brass wick carriers—damper top—cool handle—oil indicator../
Heater beautifully finished in nickel or Japan in a variety of styles.
tlealef Everywhere. If Not At Yonrs, Write for Descriptive Circular
to the Nearest Agency of the
STANDARD OIL COMPANY
(Incorporated!
93 U* ua fJSP. rSS1: TBS, rear' ''ear rev non a.
Turlock Irrigation District
of California
OPPORTUNITIES Unsurpassed. A 1 land,
ABUNDANT WATER at low rate. Healthful
Climate. Everything Grows. Strawberries at
Christmas. No Shelter Necessary for stork on
coldest day or night. The DAIRYMAN'S P AR
ADISE. Write for ILLUSTRATED BOOKLET.
Dept- a. TURLOCK BOARD OF TRADE. Turlock. CaL
DEFIANCE Cold Water Starch
makes laundry work a pleasure. 18 or. pkg. 10c.
What Aits You)
Do yon feel weak, tired, despondent, have frequent head
aches, coated tongue, bitter or bad taste in morning,
“heart-bum, ” belching of gas, acid risings in throat after
eating, stomach gnaw or burn, foul breath, dizzy spells,
poor or variable appetite, nausea at times and kindred
symptoms ?
If yon have any considerable number of the
above symptoms you are suffering from bilious
ness, torpid liver with indigestion, or dyspepsia.
Dr. Pierce's Golden Medical Discovery is mode
op of the most valuable medicinal principles
known to medical science for the permanent
cure of such abnormal conditions. It is n most
efficient liver invigorator, stomach tonic, bowel
regulator and nerve etrengtbener.
i°eI1 yolden Medical Discovery is not a patent medicine or secret nostrum,
a full list of its ingredients being printed on its bottle-wrapper and attested
under oath. A glance at these will show that it contains no alcohol, or harm
ful/ habit-forming drags. It is a fluid extract made with pure, triple-refined
glycerine, of proper strength, from the roots of native American medical,
forest plants. World’s Dispensary Medical Association, Props., Buffalo, N. Y.
WESTERN CANAM
Senator Dolllver, of torn, eay*:—f
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PATENTS
w. N. U., OMAHA, NO. 49-19CSL
PUTNAM FADELESS DYES
