d^tDiTCmr “ Hi* rest shall be glorious."—Isaiah xi, 10. I wonder if. where the soldiers rest, In the last long' sleep of all. At the inn which only holds one guest — In that narrow, silent hall — I wonder if they can hear today All the children as they come, And the ringing notes that bugles play And the rolling of the drum. I wonder it where they fare afar. They can see the flag that flies With the glory-gleam of the stripe and star As it flutters in the shies; If they may not looh bach to us today While the trumpet calls resound. And the lily white and the rose we lay On the myrtle covered mound. I wonder, too. if they hear us tell In the tones of love and pride. How they lived for us; how they fought and fell; How they marched away and died -, If they do not gaze with their happy eyes, And their rest is not more sweet When the mellow songs of the bugle rise And the drums serenely beat. God rest them well! for a country’s trust And a country’s hope and fame Are shrined for aye in their hallowed dust And surround each soldier’s name! God rest them well! If today they come And can see the hearts of us Beat glad in tune with the throbbing drum. Then their rest is glorious. (Caprrict*. ign bw W c Ch.PT.n) i SOLDIER GOT HIS SHIRT I H T ns just after tbt battle ef Sbtlob that W-Uiata C »** to b near the spot w here he had been "wounded and. too weak to correct the mistake, Mr. Phipps says, he looked at it silently a few moments and passed on. Short, But Impressive. Here is the tersest Memorial day sermon that was ever preached. A Kansas old soldier was asked the other day for an early day Kansas Memorial reminiscence. Tell me some thing that has heart and color in it, he was asked. "Oh. I don’t remember any," he an swered. "I might if I thought it over. Just the other day I was going over the roster of my post. Tuere are still twenty-five members. Thirty-seven members are out in the graveyard." HIS WARDROBE WAS LIMITED A tmmr todfeit at tkr war im told W a ntnu Brtu «t HaatlapM. ■St nfud re Csapur D. Om Hub tr«4 aM Tweaty^ourt fa Ohio Hit j the company was an Irishman from Canada known as 'Canada Smith." who settled down one day to wash his ' clothes. He had them all in the boiler and nas wrapped only in his poncho when "Ion* roll’ sounded. He grabbed his gun and soon was in line. When i the tolooel discovered the whole com pany roaring with laughter he de manded an explanation of "Canada Smith" “Holy smoke, colonel.’ burst out the Irate Irishmen, "how in h—11 do yoose and the givernment expict a man to do cavalry duty on foot for six months all over east Tinnissee and carry a Sarytogy thrunk wid a dozen changes of suits wid him? Tell me that, now.” The colonel saw the humor of the situation and ordered Smith to go fin ish his washing. Keeping Clear of Qsnger. “If you wants to keep job con science pnAckly easy.” said Uncle Eben. “It’s a good Idea never to trade horses nor borrey an' umbrella." THE CffiOJUR 5XURCVSE "Kmary ❖ ROBERTS <• RINEHART II'ItiTRAncrte BY f» w/*i» ay eoaei-naiKjf ca T SYNOPSIS. Miss Inn s, spinster anointed. Well, we did not go hack to town that day. l warneu t.iddy not to mention what had happened to anybody, aud tele phoned to town for servants. Then, after a breakfast which did more credit to Thomas' heart than his head. I went on a short tour of investiga tion. The sounds had come from the east wing, and not without some qualms I began there. At first I found nothing. Since then 1 have developed my powers of observation, but at that time I was a novice. The small card room seemed undisturbed. I looked for footprints, which is. 1 believe, the con ventional thing to do. although my experience has been that as clews both footprints and thumb-marks are more useful in fiction than in fact. Hut the stairs in that wing offered something. At the top of the flight had been placed a tall wicker hamper, packed with linen that had come front town, it stood at the edge of the top step, almost barring passage, and on the I step below it was a long, fresh j scratch. For three steps the -scratch : was repeated, gradually diminishing, as if some object had fallen, striking ; each one. Then for four steps nothing J On the fifth step below was a round dent in the hard wood. That was all. and it seemed little enough, except that 1 was positive the marks had not been there the day before. It bore out my theory of the sound, which had been for all the world like the bumping of a metallic object dow n a flight of steps. The four steps had been skipped. I reasoned that an iron bar. for instance, would do something of the sort—strike two or three steps, end down, then turn over, jumping a few stairs, and landing with a thud. Iron bars, however, do not fall down-stairs in the middle of the night alone. Coupled with the figure on the veranda the agency by which it climbed might be assumed. Hut—and here was the thing that puxzled me most—the doors were all fastened that morning, the windows unmolest ed. and the particular door from the card room to the veranda had a com bination lock of w hich 1 held the key, and which had not been tampered with. 1 IIJ.CU on an attempt at burglary, as the most natural explanation—an | attempt frustrated by the falling of the object, whatever it was, that had roused me. Two things I could not I understand: how the intruder had es caped with everything locked, and why he had left the small silver, which, in the absence of a butler, had remained downstairs over night. In the afternoon a hack came up from Casanova, with a fresh relay of servants. The driver took them with a flourish to the servants' entrance, and drove around to the front of the house, where 1 was awaiting him. "Two dollars," he said in reply to my question. “I don't charge full rates, because, bringin' 'em up all summer as I do. it pays to make a special price. When they got off the train I sex, set I: 'There's another bunch for Sunnyside, cook, parlor maid and all." Yes'm—six summers, i and a new lot never less than once a month. They won't stand for the country and the lonesomeness, I reckon.” But with the presence of the "bunch" of servants my courage- re vived. and late in the afternoon came a message from Gertrude that she and Halsey would arrive that night at about 11 o'clock, coming in the car from Richfield. Things were looking up; and when Beulah, my cat. a most Intelligent animal, found some early catnip on a bank near the house and rolled in It in a feline ecstasy. I de cided that getting back to nature was the thing to do. While I was dressing for dinner. Liddy rapped at the door. She was hardly herself yet, but privately I think she was worrying about the bro ken mirror and its augury, more than anything else. Whoa she came in she I Was Roused by a Revolver Shot.' was holding something in her hand, and she laid it on the dressing table carefully, "I found it in the linen hamper.” she said. "It must be Mr. Halsey's, but it seems queer how it got there." It was the half of a link cuff but ton of unique design, and 1 looked at it carefully. "Where was it? In the bottom of the hamper?" I asked. "On the very top." she replied. “It's a mercy it didn't fall out on the way." When Liddy had gone I examined the fragment attentively. I had never seen it before, and I was certain it was not Halsey's. It was of Italian workmanship, and consisted of a mother-of-pearl foundation, encrusted with tiny seed-pearls, strung on horsehair to hold them. In the cen ter was a small ruby. The trinket was odd enough, but not intrinsically of great value. Its interest for me lay in this: Liddy had found it lying in the top of the hamper which had blocked the east-wing stairs. That afternoon the Armstrongs' housekeeper, a youngish good-looking woman, applied for Mrs. Ralston's place, and I was glad enough to take her. She looked as though she might be equal to a dozen of Liddy, with her snapping black eyes and heavy jaw. Her name was Anne Watson, and I dint'd that evening for the first time in three days. CHAPTER III Mr. John Bailey Appears. I had dinner served in the break fast room. Somehow the huge dining room depressed me. and Thomas, cheerful enough all day, allowed his spirits to go down with the sun. He 1 had a habit of watching the corners of the room, left shadowy by the can dles on the table, and altogether It was not a festive meal. Dinner over I went into the living room. I had three hours before the children could possibly arrive, and I got out my knitting. The chug of the automobile as It climbed the hill was the most wel come sound I had heard for a long time, and with Gertrude and Halsey actually before me, my troubles seemed over lor good. Gertrude stood smiling in the hall, with her hat quite over one ear. and her hair in every direction under her pink 'veil. Ger trude is a very pretty girl, no matter how her hat is. and I was not sur prised when Halsey presented a good looking young man, who bowed at me and looked at Trade—that is the ridiculous nickname Gertrude brought from school. "I have brought a guest. Aunt Ray," Halsey said. "I want you to adopt him into your affections and your Sat urday-to-Monday list, la't me present John Dailey, only you must call him Jack. In 12 hours he'll be calling you "Aunt"; I know him." \\ e snook nanus. ana i K«u a chance to look at Mr. Bailey; he was a tall fellow-, perhaps 30. ami he wore a small mustache. 1 remember wonder ing why; he seemed to have a good mouth and when he smiled his teeth were above the average. One never knows why certain men cling to a messy upper lip that must get into things, any more than one under stands some women building up their hair on wire atrocities. Otherwise, he was very good to look at. stalwart and tanned, with the direct gate that I like. I am particular about Mr. Bai ley. because he was a prominent fig ure in what happened later. Gertrude was tired with the trip and went up to bed very soon. I made up my mind to tell them noth ing until the next day, and then to make as light of our excitement as possible. After all. what had I to tell? An inquisitive face peering in at a window; a crash in the night; a scratch or two on the stairs, and half a cuff-button! As for Thomas and Ms forebodings, it was always my belief that a negro is one part thief, one part pigment, and the rest supersti tion. It was Saturday night. The two men went to the billiard room, and I could hear them talking as I went up stairs. It seemed that Halsey had stopped at the Greenwood club for gasolene and found Jack Bailey there. with the Sunday golf crowd Mr. Bai-1 ley had not been hard to persuade— probably Gertrude knew why—and they had carried him off triumphant-! ly. I roused IJddy to get them some-! thing to eat—Thomas was beyond reach in the lodge—and paid no at tention to her evident terror of the kitchen regions. Then I went to bed. The men were still in the billiard room when 1 finally dozed off. and the last thing I remember was the howl of a dog in front of the house. It wailed a crescendo of woe that failed off hopefully, only to break out afresh from a new point of the compass. At three o'clock in the morning I was roused by a revolver shot. The sound seemed to come from just out side my door. For a moment l could ; not move. Then—I heard Gertrude j stirring in her room, and the nest moment she had thrown open the con necting door. "O. Aunt Ray: Aunt RayV* she cried hysterically. Some one has been killed’” "Thieves." I said shortly. “Thank goodness, there are some men in the house to-night." 1 was getting into my slippers and a bath-robe, and Ger trude with shaking hands was lighting a lamp. Then we opened the door into the hall, where, crowded on the upper landing of the stairs, the maids, white-faced and trembling, were peer ing down, headed by l,iddy. I was greeted by a series of low screams and questions, and I tried to quiet them. Gertrude had dropped on a chair and sat there limp and shiv ering. I went at once across the hall to Halsey's room and knocked; then 1 pushed the door open It was empty; the bed had not been occupied! "He must be in Mr. Bailey's room." I said excitedly, and followed by Kid dy. we went there. Kike Halsey's, it had not been occupied! Gertrude was on her feet now. but she leaned | against the door for support. “They have been killed!" she gasped. Then she caught me by the arm and dragged me toward the stairs. 'They may only he hurt, and we must find them." she said, her eyes dilated with excitement. I don't remember how we got down the stairs; I do remember expecting every moment to be killed The cook was at the telephone upstairs, calling the Greenwood club, and Kiddy was behind roe. afraid to come and not daring to stay behind. We found the living room and the drawing room un disturbed Somehow I felt that what ever we found would be in the card room or on the staircase, and nothing but the fear that Halsey was in dan ger drove me on; with every step my knees seemed to gtve way under me j Gertrude was ahead and in the card- . room she stopped, holding her can J die high Th»>n she pointed silently to the doorway Into the hall beyond Huddled there on the floor, face dcwn. with his arms extended, was a man. Gertrude ran forward with a s»sp tng sob. "Jack," she cried. "Oh. Jack! Kiddy had run. screaming, and the Fair Exchange No Robbery __ --- Rumania Gets Our Street Com and i Gives to Us Her Little Melons. America's sweet corn as been trad- j ed for Rumania's littie watermelon* Horace G. Knowles, ex-American min ister to Rumania, who Is soon to start tor his new post as minister to Nica ragua. consummated the transaction in the Interest of good living. When Mr. Knowles found the mel on. about the site of a grapefruit, growing in the Carpathian foothills, be realised that it would he Just the thing to serve Individually In America. He obtained a quantity of the seed and transmitted it to the department of aitrieulture. The little melons ham been cultivated with success at the government experiment stations ia those regions where huge American melons are grown. Having gained this desirable deli cacy from Rumania. Mr Knowles was anxious to repay the gift. He noticed that the people were utter strangers to sweet corn. Accordingly he ob tained seed for this product from the department of agriculture, hired sev eral plots of ground himself, and in structed the Rumanians In tin culture. —Philadelphia Inquirer. two of us were there alone. It was Gertrude who turned him over, final ly, until we could see his white face, and then she drew a deep breath and dropped limply to her knees. It was the body of a man. a gentleman, in a dinner coat and white waistcoat, stained now with blood—the body of a man l had never seen before. CHAPTER IV. Where Is Halsey? Gertrude gaied at rhe face in a kind of fascination. Then she put out her hands blindly, and 1 thought she was going to faint. "He has killed him!" she muttered almost inarticulately; and at that, be cause my nerves were going. I gave her a good shake. "What do you mean?" 1 sa>d fran tically. There was a depth of grief and conviction in her tone that was worse than anything she could have said. The shake braced her. any how. and she seemed to pull herself together. Rut not another word would she say; she stood gating down at that gruesome figure on the floor, while IJddy. ashamed of her flight and afraid to come back, drove before her three terrified women servants into the drawing room, which was as near as any of them would venture. Once in the drawing room, Gertrude collapsed and went from one fainting spell into another. I had all I could do to keep Kiddy from drowning her with cold water, and the maids hud dled in a corner, as much use as so many sheep. In a short time, although it seemed hours, a car catue rushing up. and Anne Watson, who had waited to dress, opened the door. Three men from the Greenwood club, in all kinds of costumes, hurried in. 1 recoguited a Mr. Jarvis, but the others were strangers. \\hats wrong? the Jarvis maa asked—and we made a strange pic ture. no doubt. ''Nobody hurt, is there?" He was looking at Gertrude. "Worse than that. Mr. Jarvis." I said. "1 think it ts murder." At the word there was a commotion. The cook began to cry. and Mrs. Wat son knocked over a chair. The men acre visibly impressed. "Not any member of the family?” Mr. Jarvis asked, when he had got his breath. "No." 1 said: and motioning Uddy to look after Gertrude. 1 led the way with a lamp to the card room door. One of the men gave an exclamation, and they all hurried across the room. Mr. Jarvis took the lamp from me—l remember that—and then feeling my self getting dixxy and light headed t closed my eyes. When l opened them their brief examination was over, and Mr. Jarvis was trying to put me in a chair. "You must get upstairs." he said firmly, "you and Miss Gertrude, too. This has been a terrible shock. In his own home, too." I stared at him without comprehen sion. "Who is it?" I asked with dif ficulty. There seemed a band draw a tight around my throat. "It is Arnold Armstrong." he said, looking at me oddly, "and he has been murdered—in his father's house " After a minute 1 gathered nvyseir together ami Mr. Jarvis helped me into the living room, l.iddy had got Gertrude upstairs, and the two strange men from the club stayed with the body. The reaction from the shock and strain was tremendous; I was collapsed—and then Mr Jarvis asked me a question that brought back my wandering faculties. "Where is Halsey?" he asked "Halsey!“ Suddenly Gertrude's stricken face rose before me—the empty room upstairs. Where was Halsey? "He was here, wasn't he?" Mr Jar' vis persisted. "He stopped at the club on his way over." "I—don't know where he is," l said feebly. One of the men from the eluh came in. asked for the telephone, and l could hear him excitedly talking, say ing something about coroners and de tectives. Mr. Jarvis leaned over to me. Why don't you trust me. Miss la nes?" he said. "If I can do anything l will. Hut tell me the whole thing * l did. finally, from the beginning, and when 1 told of Jack Hailey's be ing in the house that night he gave a long w histle. "I wish they were both here." ho said when 1 finished. Whatever mad prank took them awi»y. it would look Setter if they were h*re. Especially (TO UK OONTINVKtXI