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Jui sTQAno rs By D. Mei vill 1
C ^ mm** WAbmtj Com* -** JKj
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snsrs-r kta-aaa Blabs, and Bob
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Uaaard a ayraruos rtaiM of tba ol *
totals aw 'ail. la muses b.a appanaranrn
kswy vega la -an be adm»lad tbe bojr Xs
• haaaud Inna buys tla brrtoi but (he
V Jarti deny a ay knunn-dg* of ttaa
rta») I# keep Habra bit Captala
mi, a frua-nd at tba qidMarda. ap
pa’a ad aa*. p v—attuna a law lha Bar
aaaaj Tra.'*.a ' b.alrk Hill artl'B ll.ro
p-.-nl » bad: . .—at ha hair Hluuat. Cap
Barn Hun - a *4 'hi Vajary oier'aKea
|t.— hi grass ta in a thraablnc and an urea
• be lurjr Ita| appeals n lure Al it re
glalaaaa. and m dia» liargi d aatb madia tar
( pisSs f totty Mairwr a fneol of
• be I er alar tuts an rKowatrr antii Cap- !
•a - K - - Tell aba 1 -rasa hie all rat In nr on
f.e» sad a res. uead by Hru e CarringtiMt
3 - 1) arts ra fur her Trllmar la an.*
« rr ay aa laara the sastir nage Ti» >
• J War a ua 1 as pprar. sal Murrell tin
gtow imt I,-a-rubai arrtus at tto home
«.* Jufigs V Pier* T:.. Jala- <
pules Pa l.-a ha, the f rSUalsUla t U (lid
Eta In al funli arrives at Judge's
bar ta• ■ toast family <a raft nab
1 t*T. via aa appalenllj dnal Pr.oe
P-u-i J*.. bests and * arnogl aa arrive
0 .tut, HamffraTr nf- iisaVusss
a P a. a g ■ us la. Ilia Jl. Ige Mall
hn. arid K leal again Murrell ar
ftus it- tbau pas.n Is playing fur tag
f takes I star y an sees Irm lung IreaiXi
-ns a- aa bun Us raft Jadg- Price
I -as a-a.l.-a.g Stevterln in loosing Up
1*1- lies Ct-s-vry Kisla. a young
• lee a be aaanals Mar jjjge. Is mys
Im - -sty as..: ad Kirlus Infiarttrs C«f
yigiam <* * teetty has pimuel It marry
s. Win Is pit SLeMhusly si. « Mora
ml am MarvuSTa pan tie plaits upna
| cf Pile. Judge Pm* arl!li Hsnnl
l Wans Ma-t(y. and she keeps Hie tor j
as a - Nays n la a strut! belly la sea
VaVV HtU'la. 'toy Innrl tens ii. «•
daugSj.e- af Mm in eraser, who warns )
be. > pf da *ef sbl • a. «■— Is tor lU
Baa.* tbdle I a il P Sanaa
CM APTE P XVIII (Continued),
tt bale l Her prompting* tilgt !U
•;-.i e. this naming tbey plainly bad
BuAbirg >« da *. b * n tor liking or
•)(kpslli> l.er duBatMlltg emotion
barb - J I© Ur a suite* st ft at reselil
Pbcbt an. a lit up Lrf giant e vim •
da., ftrv. >*-: bat Ueilngs were so
cBeaMy t-td ac bcttilj personal that
XM-itt tstai r stood (hr motive Hut bad
Bio .g..' bar item. 1 t.e cvptauaUon.
•be Urubd. left tor * outlet it.g just
vrtne abd bon tier on u late was
Baked a nb that of this pour white.
"Ivi bate been waiting so cue ume
U> a** ms-* nb# bkkrd
'Ever since along about noon.”
' You were afraid to come to tbe
*1 didst war: tc to sene mere."
"Abd J«t »©- Ur* I a a* stone “
' AJotto- but bow do joe know who »
•betrsf the placer'
"lb fM think them was reason to
he afraid at that?" aaked lied/
Again the girl stamped tor loot
•lib angry in.pa'mime
"Ttorr Just wasUa lltbe -Just foot
la It away —and >ou aim gut none to
' Tou mwto let; me what I have to
<«•»—! meet tow more or I aboil
•lay Just store I us'"
"TEeii. the*. stay!” Tbe girl turned
•w*j. abd the* aa gulrkly turned back
ood Laced Hefy once more 1 reckue
Btf tbl use H to knew -! reckon
r«e earned that already—'“
'Elf bbua ora tuu speaking r~
* He'll bay* you away irons here to
"lid? . ago . . . am
bhat It I ret waa to g»?~
"Hid they a*s Charley Norton
bbether to wanted to live or die?
caa»* the ait,,-ter q.e-th'*
A ahtrer posed tbruogb Hefty Sbe
was aewsig « all again—Charley aa be
groped aito-rg tbe grares wit a tto
hwsd at dra'h heavy ape Mm
A eatwti later she baa alone Tto
gin bad a n ano* axed
trtin com* Edit. Hannibal"
•h* C*»*>ed M. aad wUH bis band
*»»* h B Mias Betty? What »
“■ asked Haanltml a a in*y
be must get
■» ano* aa be
tbe look of alarm'
«a the child's tace. ah* added more
gdtotty. * llai be inghUbed. dear,
ae madi g away iroia Hell*
btort they were
i'etty?” be whispered as they went
from tbe room.
"I only trust you. dear!”
"" tat makes you go? Wag It tome
Thing that woman told you? Are tney
coming after us. Miss Betty? Is tt
Captain Murrell?” There was less
of mystery now. but more of terror,
and her hand stole up to her heart,
and white and slim, rested against
the black fabric dJ her dress.
Don't you be scared. Miss Betty!"
They went silently from tbe house
and again crossed the lawn to the ter
race l nder the leafy arch which can
opied them there was already the
deep purple of twilight.
"Do you reckon It were Captain
Murrell shot Mr Norton, Miss Bet
t> ' asked Hannibal In a shuddering
Hush—Oh. bush. Hannibal! it is
too awful to even speak of—" and.
sobbing and half hysterical, she cov
ered her face with her hands.
But where are we going. Miss
Betty?' asked the boy. ,
*T don’t know, dear!" She had an
agonizing sense of the night's ap
proach and of her own utter helpless
"111 tell you what. Miss Betty, let's
go to the Judge and Mr MahaHy!”
Judge Price?" Sbe had not thougnt
of blm as a possible protector.
Why. Miss Betty, ain't I told you
be ain't afraid of nothing’ We could
walk to Raleigh ea--y It you don't want
your niggers to hook up a team lor
Betty suddenly remembered the car
riage which had taken the *-idge Into
town, she was sure It had not yet re
tte will go to the Judge. Hannibal!
George, who drove him into Raleigh,
tus cot come back; tt we hurry we
may meet him on the road.”
Screened by the thick shadows,
they passed up the path that edged
'be bayou: at tte bead of the inlet
'toy entered a clearing, acj crossing
this they came to the corn reld which
lay between tne bouse and the high
road. Following one of the shock
rows they hurried to the mouth ot tne
Hannibal. I don’t want to tell the
judge why I am leaving Belie Plain
—about the woman. I mean.'' said
"You reckon they'd kiH her. don't
you. Miss Betty. If they knew wnat
she’d done?" speculated the boy. It
occurred to him that an adequate ex
planation of their flight would require
preparation, sipce the judge was at
all times singularly alive to the slight
est discrepancy of statement. They
had issued from the corn-field and
went along the road toward Kaleigh.
Suddenly Betty paused.
''Hark!” she whispered.
"It were nothing. Miss Betty," said
Hannibal reassuringly, and they hur
ried forward again. In the utter still
ness through which they moved Betty
beard the beating of ner own neart.
and the soft and ail but inaudible pat
ter of the boy's bare feet on the warm
dust of the road. Vague forms that j
resolved themselves Into trees and i
bushes seemed to creep toward them
out of the night's black uncertainty.
“It were nothing. Miss Betty." said
Hannibal as before, and he returned
to his consideration of the judge. He
sensed something of that Intellectual
nimbleness which his patron's physical
make-up In nowise suggested, since
his face was a mask that usually left
one in doubt as to Just how much ot
what he heard succeeded in making
its Impression on him: but the boy
knew that Slocum Price's blind side
was a shelterless exposure.
“You don't think the carriage could
have passed us while we were cross
ing the corn-field?" said Betty.
“No, I reckon we couldn't a-missed
hearing it.” answered Hannibal. He 1
had scarcely spoken when they j
caught the rattle of wheels and the
beat of boots. These sounds swept
nearer and nearer, and tbe darkness
disgorged the Belle Plain team and
"George!" cried Betty, a world ot
relief in her tones.
“Whoa, you!” and George reined in
his horses with a jerk. “Who's dar?"
he asked, bending forward on the box
as he sought to pierce the darkness
with his glance.
"Oh. it you. Missy?*’
"Yes. 1 wish you to drive me Into
Raleigh." said Betty, and she and Han
nibal entered the carriage.
"All right. Missy. Yo’-all ready to’
me to go along out o’ here?"
Yes—drive fast, George!" urged
'It's right dark fo' fas' driving’.
Missy, with the road jes’ aimin' fo' to
bus' yo’ springs with cbuckhotes!"
He had turned his horses' heads in j
the direction of Raleigh while he was
speaking. “It's scandalous black in ]
these beah woods. Missy—I ’clai" 1
never seen it no blacker!"
The carriage swung forward for per
haps a hundred years, then suddenly
the horses came to a dead stop.
Go along on. dar!” cried George,
and struck them with his whip, but
the horses only reared and plunged.
“Hold on. nigger!" said a rough
voice out of the darkness.
“What yo' doin'?” the coachman
gasped. "Don' yo' know dls de Belle
Plain carriage? Take yo’ han's otleii
dern hosses' bits!”
Two men stepped to the side of the
“Show your light. Bunker." said the
same rough voice that had spoken be
lore Instantly a hooded lantern was
Wa* Looking Into the Face of Slotson, the Tavern-keeper.
uncovered, and Hannibal ottered a cry
of terror. He was looking into the
face of Slosson, the tavern-keeper.
In the face of Betty’s indignant pro
test Slosson and the tnan named.
Bunker climbed Into the carriage.
“Don't you be scared, ma'am." said
the tavern-keeper, who smelt strongly
of wrhisky. "I wouldn't lift my hand
ag’ln no good-looking female except
“How dare you stop my carriage?”
cried Betty, with a very genuine an
ger which for the moment dominated
all her other emotions. She struggled
to her feet, but Slosson put out a
heavy hand and thrust her back.
"There now." he urged soothingly.
“Why make a fuss? We ain't going
to harm you; we wouldn't for no sum
of money. Drive on, Jim—drive like
hell!" This last was addressed to
the man who had taken George’s place
on the box. where a fourth member
of Slosson's band had forced the
coachman down into the narrow space
between the seat and dashboard, and
was bolding a pistol to his head while
he sternly enjoined silence.
With a word to the horses Jim
swung about and the carriage rolled
off through the night at a breakneck
pace. Betty's shaking hands drew
Hannibal closer to her side as she
felt the surge of her terrors rise with
in her. Who were these men—where
could they be taking her—and for
what purpose? The events of the past
week linked themseives in tragic se
quence in' her mind.
They swept past the entrance at
Belle Plain, past a break in the wall
of the forest where the pale light or
stars showed Betty the cornfield she
and Hannibal had but lately crossed,
and then on into pitchy darkness
again. She clung to the desperate
hope that they might meet some one
on the road, when she could cry out
and give the alarm. She held herself
in readiness for this, but there was
only the steady pounding of the big
bays as Jim with voice and whip
urged them forward. At last he ab
ruptly checked them, and Bunker and
Slosson sprang from their seats.
"Get down, ma'am!” said the lat
“where are you taking me?" asked
Betty, in a voice that shook in spite
of her efforts to control it.
“You must hurry, ma'am." urged
“1 won't move until I know where
you intend taking me!" said Betty.
“If I am to die—"
Mr. Slosson laughed loudly and in
“You ain't. If you don't want to
walk. I'm man enough fo' to tote you.
We ain't far to go. and I've tackled
jobs I'd a heap less heart fo' tn my
time,” he concluded gallantly. From
the opposite side of the carriage
Bunker swore nervously. He desired
to know If they were to stand there
talking all night. “Shut your nithy
mouth. Bunker, and see you keep tight
hold of that young rip-staver." said
Slosson. "He's a perfect eel—I've
had dealings with him afore!"
“You tried to kill my Cncle Bob—
at the tavern, you and Captain Mur
rell. I heard you, and I seen you drag
him to the river!” cried Hannibal
Slosson gave a start of astonish
ment at this.
“Why, ain't he hateful?” he ex
claimed aghast. "See here, young
feller, that's no kind of a way fo’ you
to talk to a man who has riz his
Again Bunker swore, while Jim told
Slosson to make haste. This popular
clamor served to recall the tavern
keeper to a sense of duty.
“Ma’am, like 1 should tote you. or
will you walk?” he Inquired, and
reaching out his hand took hold of
“I’ll walk,” said the girl quickly,
shrinking from the contact.
"Keep close at my heels. Bunker,
you tuck along after her with the
“What about this nigger?" asked
the fourth man.
“Fetch him along with us." said
Slosson. They turned from the road
while he was speaking and entered a
narrow path that led off through the
woods, apparently in the direction of
the river. A moment later Hetty
heard the carriage drive away. They
went onward in silence for a little
time, then Slosson spoke over big
"Yes, ma'am. I've riz ten children,
but none of 'em was like him—1
trained 'em up to the minute!” Mr.
Slosson seemed to have passed com
pletely under the spell of his domes
tic recollections, tor he continued
with Just a touch of reminiscent sad
ness in his tone. “There was all told
four Mrs. Slossons: two of 'em was
South Carolinians, one was from Geor
gia. and the last was a widow lady
out of east Tennessee. She'd burled
three husbands, and f figured we
could start perfectly even." The in
trinsic fairness of this start made its
strong appeal. Mr. Slosson dwelt up
on it with satisfaction. "She bad
three to her credit. I had three to
mine: neither could crow none over
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Compares Girls and Boys
b Ab trt Right.
!* *be Ameri.ea Mvcaxtee. Ida M
Twte »3':a| as tcteresttac ar
ttr» oo *«m«. ha* the toMowln* to
my tbur »•..■;»* (iMm and pouac
~la iha tra iw« or three peers after
eeta-rtac t'o a rouoc woman wlii
eteim* tsrartob'p appear superior to
the Bwa or her ace more crown up.
■tore m -■rested, sorer of herself, read
ier Later M«. will end her oa the
wfcole tana tart aed t a esperimeat with
bar gifts. to feet her wtaca. to make
tartpwiee dashe* tsto !t(e It begins
ha toad os tf b> were the experimenter
tfe* the et t»er*«tj** And bp the
e t* * senior -ook out! The
are she win have lean Inter
end with her owe* la aep case
abe rarer develop ae rapidly la
feta f teei Hue petal at he le do
“He becomes assertive, confident,
dominating, the male taking a male's
place He discovers that his intellect
ual processes are more scientific than
L-ers. therefore he concludes they are
superior He fiinda he can out-argue '
Ler. draw logical conclusions as she
cannot He can do anything with her
but convince her. for she lumps the
process, lauds on her conclusion, and
tht re she sits Things are so because
they are so And the chances are she
is right in spite of the irregular way
she got there. Something superior to
reason enters into her operations—an
intuition of truth akin to inspiration.
In early ages women unusually en
dowed with this quality of perception
sere honored as seers Today they
are recognised as counselors of pro
phetic wisdom. 'If I had taken my
wife's advice!’ How often one bears
France has four classes of roads.
They are respectively 50, 40. 33 and
115 feet wide
Stranger to Avarice.
Artists are often very shrewd men
of business; tt is not every painter
who is swindled by the picture deal
ers But a charming story in Mr.
Frederic Harrison's recent book shows
that Millet cared little what was paid
him for his pictures, because he did
not work for money, but for the joy
of creating beauty.
Millet had a standing agreement
with a firm of art dealers, who took
all his work In exchange for regular
payments of $200 a month. Somebody
pointed out to Millet that they could
sell a single picture of his for as much
"That is their affair," he said, sim
ply. "As long as I have all I need, and
can paint what I like, and as I like It.
I do not mind what they get for my
To Open a Sealed Jar.
A safe and sure way to open a seal
ed glass jar which defies all efforts
to release the contents without break
ing the receptacle, la to place the jar
In a deep saucepan of cold water;
bring U gradually to a boll; but be
fore this stage is reached it will usu
ally be found that the jar can be
opened with the usual means and ef
fort—that is. by a reverse twist oa
the metal top. using a damp cloth or
a piece of sand paper, if at hand, to
prevent the hand from slipping Then
insert a thin knife blade under the
rubber, next the jar. and press against
It firmly. This will usually let in
enough air to release the pressure on1
the top and unseal the jar.
Remarkable Series of Crimes.
A one-armed native, according to
the Pretoria (South Africa) newspa
pers, has surrendered to the police
after a series of fiendish crimes.
Quarreling with his fellows, be set
about two dozen huts alight and fie!
to the hills, pursued by hundreds of
men from his own district. They
could not capture him, and he re
turned by stealth to his kraal, seised
two children of the man with whom
be had first quarreled. - and dashed
their heads against a rock in the
sight of two other children, whom he
bade return to their father and relate
what they had seen
WAS SHE SELFISH?
Cupid Thought Not and Was
By M. DIBBELL.
“The game isn't worth the candle,"
said Jocelyn dejectedly. “We posi
tively can't live on in this way; the
ends simply won't meet—I must go
to work at something."
"But what can you do. child?”
queried her sister. "You have never
learned anything but housekeeping
well enough to teach it. and nobody
wants lessons at that."
"Well I might at least keep some
"Oh Jocelyn, is it not better to
starve respectably than to go out as
a common servant?"
“It certainly is not. I have a good
healthy appetite every day of my
life, and I intend to do my best to
produce the three satisfactory meals
which Providence Intended me to
have. Besides, a housekeeper is an
important person nowadays—she over
sees the doings of everybody else.”
“Where do you expect to find such
a responsible position? They don't
"Now my great secret shall be di
; vulged." Jocelyn answered trium
| phantly. “1 had a long talk with Mrs.
j Derment before she returned to the
: city this fall, and she quite approved
j of my idea. In her letter which came
today she says that a dear friend of
hers is in such poor health that she
is no longer able to look after house
hold affairs, but cannot bear to think
of giving up her home. Mrs. Der
ment told her about me. and was au
thorized to make me a proposal. The
salary is generous, and she is sure I
will like Mrs. Norton. So can you
suggest any reason why I should re
fuse such an offer?"
Miriam only gasped, as she gazed
into the eager face of her energetic
young sister. »
"You dear old Miriam—you just
can't help knowing that it is the very
best thing on earth I could do. You
can live here in peace and comfort
and come over to see me if you get
“You Don't Know the Meaning of the
lonesome. 1 have kept the best part of
it till the last—Mrs. Norton lives
over on the highlands, only thirty
minutes on the trolley.”
Relief succeeded dismay in
Miriams eves. That will be con
venient to have you so near at hand.
I was beginning to wonder how I
could exist with you away off where
I could never see you. Tou are a
' brave child, and I believe you could
not help succeeding at whatever you
The week following. Jocelyn Newell
started for the Norton home to as
' sume her duties as its housekeeper.
"Remember I shall come to see you
every Thursday aftemoqp.” she
called back to Miriam, as the big
suburban trolley started.
Jocelyn received a cordial welcome
; from Mrs. Norton who had taken a
liking to her young housekeeper at
their first meeting. “I am so glad
! that I am to have someone who can
take charge of everything.” she said
i with a relieved sigh. “Now I can
rest in peace, and rest seems to be a
perpetual demand with me nowa
“When you don't have anything to
think about except how to get well
and strong you will find yourself rest
ed before you know it. I am going
to see that you do get well—that is
one of my duties as housekeeper.”
and Jocelyn’s cheerful voice gave
her employer a pleasant thrill.
Mrs. Norton was alone, and her ill
health was largelv the result of sor
row over the leas of both her hus
band and an only daughter. Her in
terest in life seemed dead, but *he
presence of her cheerful young house
keeper caused It to show faint flut
terings of life, and as the months
passed she found that existence was
not after all an entire blank.
The two women became fond of
each other for the girl made valiant
efforts to interest and amuse her em
ployer: and great was her satisfaction
when she saw in Mrs. Norton a
marked improvement both in health 1
The weekly visits to Miriam were
faithfully paid, and the elder sister
seemed cheerful and contented when
they met; 60 it was a shock to Joce
lyn when one day in late spring she
received a call from Oliver Craig,
one of the favorite bachelors of her
home village, and was severely taken
ta task by him for leaving her sister
to die of loneliness.
When she tried to defend her action
he waved aside her explanation, but
his next words opened the mental
eyes of his bewildered listener.
"The only way out of it Is for Mi
riam to marry me. I have been want
ing her to do It for ten years. I am
not going to sit quietly and see her
pine'away before my eyes—I want yon
to tell Miriam that it is her duty to
be my wife, not to keep a home for
you as she has always Insisted. Ton
would be as dear as a sister to me and
could have a home with us always if
Jocelyn gave a little laugh. "You
nearly scared me to death, but now I
see through your deep laid scheme.
You know I have always liked you,
Oliver. Why didn't you ask me to
help you before, instead of keeping
your courting of Miriam secret all
this time? To-morrow is my day for
visiting, and I shall surely lay dowrn
the law to my dear old goose of a sis
ter. She shall be happy, even if I
have to force her into it."
“What a dumb-head I have been,"
remarked Oliver disgustedly. "I never
dared speak to you on the subject for
fear you would go into hysterics—Mir
iam was sure the mere suggestion
would break your heart " He gave
Jocelyn's hand a brotherly squeeze as
he took his departure.
Jocelyn kept her word, and on the
day following gave Miriam a severe
lecture on her duty to the man who
had loved her so long and waited for
her so patiently. Before she left, a
brother-in-law for herself had be
come an admitted possibility in the
On returning to the Norton re6i
dence after this interview, its house
keeper found unusual signs of ex
“Oh. Miss Newell,” was the greet
ing of Mary the parlor-maid. “Mrs.
Norton's nephew has come, and they
have been talking together over an
hour. Mrs. Norton said put him in the
blue room, and he would stay a long
time she hoped.”
“I am glad he has come. Mary; It
will do Mrs. Norton good and we must
make him comfortable." Jocelyn hast
ened to her room, feeling to her own
surprise decidedly blue.
Removing her wraps, she threw a
shawl about her shoulders and slipped
out of doors. Mrs. Norton and her
nephew were evidently settled for
the evening, and a lonely feeling
came over the young housekeeper as
she heard their voices in passing.
After rambling for some time in the
moonlight, Jocelyn seated herself on a
bench by the boundary 1 wall, and
faced the situation. "What a selfish
thing I am! Just because Miriam is
to be made happy in spite of herself,
and Mrs. Norton has the only per
son she has on earth left to love come
to brighten her up, 1 fall into the
dumps! It's a nice way of practicing
the Golden Rule."
But this self directed lecture failed
of its effect, for to Jocelyn's disgust
she found herself sobbing softly. She
rubbed the tears fiercely away.
"Why Miss Newell, what is the
matter?" asked a sympathetic voice,
as Jocelyn gave a final dab. She
looked up with a start to find herself
confronted by a tall young man, who
continued. "Aunt Alma sent me to
bring her treasured housekeeper in
out of the dew. but she will be sorry
I found you in tears. Can't I do
something to help you?”
"No. for I am crying because I am
the most selfish creature on earth."
she answered. "Should you sympa
thize with some one who cried be
cause she was going to have for a
brother-in-law a man she had always
j "I should sympathize with my
aunt's perfect housekeeper whatever
her trouble—she has told me all
about you—but I am glad it is no
“Mrs. Norton is the best woman
that ever lived." Jocelyn rose as she
spoke. “I must see that she is prop
erly fixed for the night. Please don't
tell her what a goose I have been.”
"Ton need not fear that I will be
tray a confidence." he answered.
Eugene Ralston proved a great ad
dition to the household, he carried
both Mrs. Norton and her housekeep
er off on all sorts of excursions. “I
[ am a stranger and want to see the
I country..” was his excuse, and Jod’e
! lyn silently blessed him as she saw
the pink beginning to creep back into
Mrs. Norton's cheeks.
Miriam was married to her patient
Oliver in mid-summer, and the couple
went for a short trip: but Jocelyn
found that only joy for her sister filled
' certainly hope so." she said to her
! On the night of the wedding Eugene
Ralston and Jocelyn strolled together.
■'It seems better to have a brother
in law that you feared. doescJI it?"
"I am delighted—I begin to hope
that I am overcoming selfishness."
“The Idea of your being selfish—
you don't know the meaning of the
Jocelyn laughed "That only shows
how little you know of the real me."
"I know that Aunt Alma found a
r.ew let^e of life when she found you.
and I know that when I found you
I found the one woman in the world
for me. Jocelyn will you marry me.
and let me love you forever?”
Jocelyn's answer was peculiar, but
entirely satisfactory to Eugene. "I
thought I was overcoming selfishness,
when it was only that I was learning
to care for you—what an awful hypo
crite I—" Bat the hypocrite's lips :
(Copyright. lSli. hr Associated Literary
— —" ■ — ■■ ■
Graphite Industry Grows.
Although their existence was long
known and mentioned in print as early
as 16S1. the graphite deposits of Cey
lon were not exploited until some
time between 1S20 and 1S30. Joseph
Dixon is said to have imported &
small quantity into the United States
in 1829. but It was not until 1834 that
the industry assumed any commer
cial importance. From that time to
this, as a result of the growth of met- j
allurgical industries and the resulting
demand for refractory materials, the
industry has developed rapidly, until
at present graphite is subordinate only
to tea and the products of the cocoa
nut palm among the expons from
Ceylon. The graphite is mined either
from open pits or through vertical
shafts connecting with underground
workings. As a rule the mining
methods are still crude, the acme of
mechanical ingenuity being reached in
a windlass operated by five or six
men for hoisting the graphite in a
son of tub. The workmen usually
ascend and descend by means of
rough wooden ladders, tied with
jungle ropes and rendered exceeding
ly slippery by the graphite dust and
One of the Principal Advantages of a
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II Spoon Feed regulates an even and II
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Clsaneee and beautifies the
Promotes a hrruriant frowth.
Hover Fails to Hostoro Gray
| Hair to its Youthful Color.
Prevents hair falling.
— IF IT’S YOUR EYES
PEl'lint EYE SALVE i» what yoo need
ELECTRIC LIGHT IN DENMARK
Every Town In That Country of Over
5,000 Population Has Public
According to recent Information
about the progress of electric light
and power industries in Denmark, it
appears that all the towns of 5,000
inhabitants and over arc now provid
ed with public electric service, says
the Scientific American. As to towns
having between 5,000 and 3,000 inhab
itants, there are only three in which
electric mains are not Installed, so
that it will be seen that Denmark is
one of the most progressive countries
in this respect. The largest sized
electric stations are to be found at
Copenhagen and at present there are
three large plants In operation giving
a total of 27,000 horse power. Cur
rent is supplied for the city mains,
as well as for the tramway lines. As
regards the Danish stations in small
towns, in general eaclj town has Its
own plant, and there Is but one ex
ample of an iritercommunal system.
This is at Skovshoved, near Copenha
gen, and the central station extends
its power lines over all the suburban
regions, also supplying the tramways
of Hellerup and Kiampenburg. In
most of the town electric stations the
Diesel heavy oil engine is used.
The Love in Fiction and Life.
A periodical devoted to the drama
pleads for plays based on some emo
tion other than love. The difficulty in
producing such plays is that every
play must have a hero, and in mak
ing a hero, the playwright, as well as
his audience, almost Inevitably adopts
the view expressed 2,000 years ago by
a scribbler of the dead walls of Pom
peii: “He who has never loved a
woman is not a gentleman."
Subtle Admonition. i
"Why do you always ask that regu
lar customer If the razor hurts him?"
asked one barber.
"Just as a gentle reminder,” replied
the other, “that If he forgot the tip It's
liable to hurt him next time.”
“I know a policeman who always
puts by something every week of what
“Humph! I know one who always
puts by every week more than he
Electric Fans in India.
A Norwegian expedition will study
In India for men to wave fans to keep
the air circulating in houses, they are
gradually being replaced by electric
fans as cheaper and more reliable.
"This free pulling of teeth has some
features in common with big social
"What are they?”
Nine times out of ten when a lover
tells his betrothed that he's not half
good enough for her he speaks only
half the truth.
If the clinging type of woman could
anly hang onto cash:
A FOOD CONVERT
Good Food the True Road to Health.
The pernicious habit some persons
still have of relying on nauseous drugs
to relieve stomach trouble keeps up
the patent medicine business and helps
keep up the army of dyspeptics.
Indigestion—dyspepsia — is caused
by what is put into the stomach in the
way of improper food, the kind that
so taxes the strength of the digestive
organs they are actually crippled.
When this state Is reached, to resort
to tonics is like whipping a tired
horse with a big load. Every addi
tional effort be makes nnder the lash
diminishes his power to move the
Try helping the stomach by leaving
off heavy, greasy, indigestible food
snd take on Grape-Nnts—light, easily
digested, full of strength for nerves
and brain. In every grain of it. There’s
no waste of time nor energy when
Grape-Nuts la the food.
“I am an enthusiastic user of Grape
Nuts and consider it an ideal food."
writes a Maine man:
“I had nerwous dyspepsia and was
ill run down and my food seemed to
Jo me but little good. From reading
m advertisement I tried Grape-Nuts
’ood, and, after a few weeks’ steady
»se of It, felt greatly Improved.
“Am much stronger, not nervous
low, and can do more work without
leeling so tired, and am better every
“I relish Grape-Nuts best with cream
ind use four heaping teaspoonfuls as
:he cereal part of a meal. I am sure
:here are thousands of persons with
itomach trouble who would be bene
ited by using Grape-Nuts.” Name giv
in by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich.
Read the little book, “The Road to
iVellvilla," in pkgs. “There’s a rea
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