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Oatia WnsdtB la foetal t: urdr-ed ta
• n*»d Mar cmr hrw Yora Un W ran
aad la aaaaaaaii tram !hr .Hr and idrn
*<• » thr hady A youo* svaua who *r
*1 ay aiiii 4 araMaX to thr Uu*^atu1, aurh
Xrt WraadU! auru ha< a far Sow York
la an aat* dutre a hbatdtnc ttaaar atorm
**a thr war ahr marts a youa* woanas la
tho rood at.-) prove* la hr the now**
who lifbd »-.... Keatlrva that the
rrl had har haw a arfito In r.4.1».e her
af tha nan who ttnetl. ahr towed him
■««h*y, had cous-d her *r.»t m rrow
«ra hTran tail dfinrnrl to ahirld hrr
nod lain her ta b*r <>ara home. lira
W randan lean ti.e story of Hetty On»
r" t that portion that re
Tt •• and the story of
1. a!- forl.-lr l!.r tf'.rl -\-r !.■
■he attars Hatty a lnk». frlratakhl
nut. !:■■» |W-, -n *■ r on**' «.f Ho
k fd) her* WrsMLait and Hetty ro
•ara to Sen York a fur aa afcsotr-r of a
»«ar to lanyr looUr WmndalL hrothar
if > -.aide, hvoil **e*Si» sot-rested tn
Met:. harm nrao In teofer* •rttotuaHon
pra *sitt r fur merer on tha WrandaUs
ood ropers tm- »•:*■ tho nruojr* *?** nof
f. red at thr ha- da <d I'tullh Wmoduli by
aanyiat hda aawrdi wa. ltd* the taaalli
trade. to nun > rnr with fata frtadi 1 Hrw
Iw Bntfc an _r»t>t cwtta Sara at her
• anlfy pdace Ireahr eoofeart* to Cara
tho* he la r soh :a hare with Retie Nri
~r ■ WI ■ art! rolt. to yui a petore of
ffl«r*r Booth taod a l a untinc InUny ttiai
hr Ms at—a Hetty Me* I "*«t
f 'react, a pswlfehM of ydrt nree hy *n un
tonwa KodYdk arum he ttnde ooe of
Hanj H# ayooha to her about ft Hetty
dertaaen It mtmf he o p4cte-e of llrtty
•ttyam oa Er-dat wtnia who renetntdm
h-r aery ael It XS-"* to Ida rhaatir.
tede ye refnord by Hrtty- Booth aad
M«It nofro fhrW lose lor oi.li other,
had the tall y dr-tarm that ahr con never
sr.aery »* thee- m am i-aunea tiatatdr har
rier to lie war. Hetty admits to Kara
that a*r» km Boot* Cara dorta-ea that
Hetty aawat aaarry Ira:* who must be
i.»rr i». pi h*a bnUer'i debt to tl.r
Ctrl Hetty adds attempts to tl.r
anal defy at lire trsf-dy and Mrs threat
eom to stesahtr her if she says a word
Bars Kr.kt Hrtty by mmltnc that all
this tame ahr has bri.ee ed Hrtty to have
1 to her i |>TI was owe. OhatHs Wear.
lute- rl.r r. - 1 - ■ ' H-*v r
lr«h uau. |f«p*» •’> H'tty
*»etf irrpr** t» mere
•hot ft r o l et has t.ap
—mf- ao hat'*
CHAPTER XIII.—Continue*
1 rsh» Aid am tarn up ai iti father •
•dace in the High street that night
•nth ttooth vaa safely ost of the vay.
Me spent • dismal ever far at the boat
(M
Hie fa the' and mother mere la the
library shea be came home st half
past ten. Prom a dark comer of the
garden ha had vfeneaaed Hoot ha early
Oepartvm Vtrian had gone dona to
the gale la the law-lying hedge with
her lunar. She came ta a mo men:
after I ashe s entrance
~liaRs. Lev." she said, hending as
Inquiring eye upon him Isa t this
enrtj tor yo*T“
Her brother vaa standi fg sear the
Tham s a heavy dev tailing. Ma
ler. be aald gruSy "Skut I touch
a match to (he hladSingr”
Mia mother came over to him quick
ly. and laid her hand on his arm.
"Year coal is damp." she aaid asm
kuaty. -Tas light the fire *
"It s vary sans ta this room, said
Mr WraadaU. looking up from hia
hook. They acre always doing some
i comfort.
to notice him. Les
struck a match
d Vivian.
WHl what*" he demanded s tihoul
Mis sister look a moment tor thought.
Ta HaUy anoug to stay with its is
Me stand erect, first rubbing hia
tow ta dtstodgr the dost thee his
"ho. she teat eom ag." he said He
drw a very long breath—the first la
several hours—and then ei jelled It
vecatty. “She has refused to marry
as
Mr. Wrsndsll turned a leaf la his
book. R awaadsd like the crack of
deem, an still hod the room become
Vtvtaa had the forethought to push
a chair lonam her mother It vaa a
■mat timely act an her part, for lira
VraadaR sat dews very abrupt!? aad
limply.
-She — vhaiT" gaaped Leslies
Tamed me down— cold “ said Lea
ls* brvafiy
Mr Wmoduli laid hia book on the
teMe vWheat thinking to pot the book
mm wimrfiwpn lhIk'i Mctn*r.
I re-read four or five pages before dis
covering bis error.
No one spoke for a matter of five
minutes or more. Then Mrs. Wran
dall got up. went over to the library
, table and closed with a snap the bulky
blue book with the limp leather cover,
saying as she held it up to let him
see that It was the privately printed
history of the MurgaLroyd family:
"It t-aine by post this evening from
London. She is merely a fourth cousin.
! my son ”
He looked up with a gleam of In
terest in his eye.
CHAPTER XIV.
Crossing the Channel.
Booth restless with a vague uneasi
ness that had come over him during
the night, keeping him awake until
marly dawn, was hard put during the
early hours of the forenoon to find
occupation for his Interest until a
seasonable time arrived for appearing
at Southlook. He was unable to ac
count for this feeling of uncertainty
and irritation.
At nine he set out to walk over to
! S. uthlook. realizing that he should
j iiu-.e to spend an hour in profitless
go-sip with the lodge keeper before
; - . nting hiosell at the villa, but
1 -oaehov relishing the thought that
I ev. n so be would be nearer to Hetty
' :ban :f he remained in his own door
j yard
Hail way there we was overtaken by
j Sara’s big French machine returning
( frt m the village. The car came to a
stand* ill as he stepped aside to let
;• pass, and Sara herself leaned over
j and cordially invited him to get in and
! r»de home with her.
What an early bird you are." he ex
claimed as he took bis seat beside
her.
She was not in a mood for airy per
siflage. as he soon discovered.
’ M:-* Casrieton lias gone up to
, town. Mr. Booth," she said rather
1 ur-ics»ly. "I have just taken her to
* the station. She caught the eight
I thirty.”
He sas at once solicitous. "No bad
iit-ms. 1 hope?" There was no thought
in hii mind that her absence was
other than temporary.
She Is not coming back. Brandon."
-he Lad not addressed him as Bran
tion telore.
He stared “You—you mean—“ The
! words died on his lips.
• rfte is not coming back." she re
pe&ted.
Aa act js.ng gleam leaped into his
I eyes.
“What has happened. Mrs. Wran
iai!’ * he asked.
She was quick to perceive the
I change in his voice and manner.
She prefers to live apart from me.
That is all.”
When was this decision reached?”
“Bat yesterday. Soon after she came
in from her walk with you.”
“Do—do you mean to imply that
that had anything to do with her leav
er your home?” he demanded, with
) a flush >>n his cheek.
Sl.e met his look without flinching.
* ' it was the beginning."
"You—you critit ised her? You took
her to task—“
“1 notified her that she was to marry
ie Wrandall if she marries anyone
at all,' she said in a perfectly level
| tone.
Good Lord. Mrs. Wrandall!”
; “ iut she is not going to marry Lea
! lie.”
know it—I knew it yesterday," he
c«*-d triumphantly. "She loves me,
Sara. Didn't she say as much to
. you?”
‘ Yee. Brandon, she loves you. But
I she a ill not be your wife.”
■ What Is all this mystery? Why
can t she be my wife? What is there
to prevent?"
She regarded him with dark, inscru
table eyes. Many seconds passed be
j fore she spoke.
■Would you want her for your wife
1 if you knew she had belonged to an
other man?”
He turned very cold. The palms of
’ hn hands were wet, aa with ice-water.
Sdnetning dark seemed to flit before
hit eyei
i will not believe that at her,” he
~* U shaking his bead with an air of
finality.
Thai is uot an answer to my ques
i !«• ”
"Yes. I would still want her.” he
declared s'eadily.
"I merely meant to pnt you to the
harshest lest.” she said, and there was
relief in her voice. “She is a good
v r!. «he is pure. I asked my question
b“cause until yejterday I had reason
, to doubt her.”
“Good heavens, how could you doubt
• those honest, guiltless eyes of—”
She shook her head sadly “To an
sscr you I would have to reveal the
►eoret that makes it impossible for
her to become your wife, and that I
I 'anno;, ail! not do.”
I “Is it fair to me?”
"Perhaps not, but it is fair to ber.
and that is why I must remain silent,”
■ Before God, I shall know the truth
—from her, if not from you—and—”
• if you love her. if you will be kind
to her. you will let her go her way
! in peace.”
i He was struck by the somewhat sin
, inter earnestness of her words.
“Tell me where I may find her,” he
sa<d. setting his Jaw.
“It will not be difficult for you to
find her." she said, frowning, “if you
insist on pursuing ber.”
“You drive ber awny from your
house. Sara Wrandall. and yet yon ex
pect me to believe that your motives
are friendly. Why should I accept
your word aa final?”
' "I did not drive her away, nor did
1 ask her to stay."
He stared hard at her.
“Good Lord, what Is the meaning
of all this?” he cried In perplexity?
■*What an 1 to understand ?”
The car had cone to a atop under
the porte cochere. She laid her hand
on his arm.
“If you will come In with me, Bran
don, I will try to make things clear
to you.”
He left in half an hour, walking rap
idly down the drive, his coat buttoned
closely, although the morning was hot
and breathless. He held in his hand
a small scrap of paper on which was
written: “If I loved you less, I would
come to you now and lie to you. If
you love me, Brandon, you will let me
go my way. It Is the only course.
Sara la my friend, and she is yours.
Be guided by her, and believe in my
love for you. Hetty.”
• ••••*•
And now, as things go in fairy sto
ries, we should prepare ourselves to
see Hetty pass through a season in
drudgery and hardship, with the ulti
mate quintessence of joy as the re
ward for her trials and tribulations.
Happily, this is not a fairy tale. There
are some things more fantastic than
fairy tales, if they are not spoiled in
He Stood Looking Down Into Her Se- j
rious Blue Eyes.
I
the telling. Hetty did not go forth j
to encounter drudgery, disdain and ob- ]
loquy. By no manner of means! She
went with a well-filled purse, a definite
purpose ahead and a determined fac
tor behind.
In a manner befitting her station as
the Intimate friend of Mrs. Challis
Wrandall, as the cousin of the Murgat
royds, as the daughter of Colonel Cas
tleton of the Indian corps, as a per
son supposed to be possessed of in- [
dependent means withal, she went,
with none to question, none to cavil.
Sara had insisted on this, as much
for her own sake as for Hetty’s; she
argued, and she had prevailed in the
end. What would the world think,
what would their acquaintances think,
and above all what would the high and
mighty Wrandalls think If she went
with meek and lowly mien?
Why should they make it possible
for anyone to look askance?
And so It was that 6he departed in
state, with a dozen trunks and boxes; i
an obsequiously attended seat In the!
parlor car was hers; a telegram in‘
her bag assured her that rooms were I
being reserved for herself and maid j
at the Ritz-Carlton; alongside it re
posed a letter to Mr. Carroll, instruct
ing him to provide her with sufficient
funds to carry out the plan agreed
upon; and in the seat behind sat the]
lady's maid who had served her for |
a twelvemonth and more.
The timely demise of the venerable I
Lord Murgatroyd afforded the most j
natural excuse for her trip to Eugland. ]
The old nobleman gave up the ghost,
allowing for difference In time, at the !
very moment when Mrs. Redmond I
Wrandall was undoing a certain pack j
age from London, which turned out
to be a complete history of what his
forbears had done in the way of prop
agation since the fourteenth century.
Hetty did not find it easy to accom
modate her pride to the plan which
was to give her a fresh and rather
imposing start in the world. She was
to have a full year in which to deter
mine whether she should accept toil
and poverty as her lot, or emulate the
symbolic example of Dicky, the canary
bird. At the end of the year, unless
she did as Dicky had done, her source
of supplies would be automatically cut
off and she would be entirely depend
ent upon her own wits and resources.
In the interim she was a probationary
person of leisure. It Iml required
hours of persuasion on the part of
Sara Wrandall to bring her into line
with these arrangements.
“But I am able and willing to work
for my living,’’ had been Hetty’s stub
born retort to all the arguments
brought to bear upon her.
“Then let me put It in another light.
It is vital to me. of course, that you
should keep up the show of affluence
for a while at least I think 1 have
made that clear to you. But here is
another side to the matter; the ques
tion of recompense.”
“Recompense?” cried Hetty sharply.
“Without your knowing it, I have
virtually held you a prisoner all these
months, condemned In my own judg
ment if not in the sight of the law.
1 have taken the law unto myself. You
were not convicted of murder in this
Unitarian court of mine, but of an
other sin. For fifteen months you
have been living under the shadow of
a crime you did not commit. I was
reserving complete punishment for
yon In the shape of an ignoble mar
riage, which was to have served two
bitter ends. Well, 1 bad the truth
from yon. I believe yon to be abso
lutely Innocent of the charge I held
over you, for which I condemned you
without a hearing. Then, why should
1 not employ my own means of mak
ing restitution?”
"You have condescended to believe
in me. That la all I ask."
“True, that is all you uk. But U
It altogether the fair way out of It?
To illustrate: our criminal laws are
lees kind to the innocent than to the
guilty. Our law courts find a man
guilty and he is sent to prison. Later
on, he is found to be innocent—abso
lutely innocent. What does the state
do in the premises? It issues a formal
pardon—a mockery, pure and simple—
and the man is set free. It all comes
to a curt, belated apology for an error
on the part of justice. No substantial
recompense is offered. He is merely
pardoned for something he didn’t do.
The state, which has wronged him,
condescends to pardon him! Think of
it! It is the same as if a man knocked
another down and then said, before he
removed his foot from the victim’s
neck: ’I pardon you freely.’ My fa
ther was opposed to the system we
have—that all countries have—of par
doning men who have been unjustly
condemned. The innocent victim is
pardoned in the same manner as the
guilty one who comes in for clemency.
1 accept my father’s contention that
an innocent man should not be shamed
and humiliated by a pardon. The
court which tried him should reopen
the case and honorably acquit him of
the crime. Then the state should pay
to this innocent man. dollar for dol
lar, all that he might have earned dur
iug his term of imprisonment, with an
additional amount for the suffering he
has endured. Not long ago in an ad
joining state a man, who had served
seventeen years of a life sentence for
murder, was found to be wholly Inno
cent. What happened? A pardon was
handed to him and he walked out of
prison, broken in spirit, health and
purse. His small fortune had been
wiped out in the futile effort to prove
his innocence. He gave up seventeen
years of his life and then was par
doned for the sacrifice. He should
have been paid for every day spent in
prison. That was the very least they
could have done.”
"I see now what you mean.” mused
Hetty. "I have never thought of it
in that way before.”
"Well, it comes to this in our case.
Hetty: I have tried you all over again
in my own little court and 1 have ac
quitted you of the charge I had against
you. I do not offer you a silly pardon.
You must allow me to have my way
in this matter, to choose my own
means of compensating you for—”
’’You saved my life,” protested Het
ty, shaking her head obstinately.
“My dear, I appreciate the fact that
you are English,” said Sara, with a
weary smile, "but won’t you please see
the point?”
Then Hetty smiled too, and the way
was easier after that for Sara. She
gained her quixotic point, and Hetty
went away from Southlook feeling that
no woman in all the world was so be
wildering as Sara WrandalL
When she sailed for England, two
days later, the newspapers announced
that ihe beautiful and attractive Miss
Castleton was returning to her native
land on account of the death of Lord
Murgatroyd, and would spend the year
on the continent, where probably she
would be joined later on by Mrs. Wran
dall, whose period of mourning and
distress had been softened by the con
stant and loyal friendship of “this ex
quisite Englishwoman.”
Four hundred milee out at sea she
was overtaken by wireless messages
from three persons.
Brandon Booth's message said: "I
am sailing tomorrow on a faster ship
than yours. You will And me waiting
for you on the landing stage.” Her
heart gave a leap to dizzy heights, and.
try as she would, she could not crush
it back to the depths in which it had
dwelt for days.
The second bit of pale green paper
contained a cry from a most unexpect
ed source: “Cable your London ad
dress. S. refuses to give it to me. I
think I understand the situation. We
want to make amends for what you
have had to put up with during the
year. She has shown her true nature
at last.” It was signed “Leslie."
From Sara came these cryptic
words: "For each year of famine there
will come seven years of plenty.”
All the way across the Atlantic she
livqd in a state of subdued excitement.
Conflicting emotions absorbed her
waking hours but her dreams were all
of one complexion: rosy and warm'
and full of a joyousness that dis
tressed her vastly when she recalled
them to mind in the early morning
hours. During the day she intermit
tently hoped and feared that he would
be on the landing stage. In any event,
she was bound to find unhappiness.
If he were there her joy would be
short-lived and blighting; if he were
not there, her disappointment Vould
be equally hard to bear.
He was there. She saw him from
the deck of the tender as they edged
up to the landing. His tall figure
loomed in the front rank against the
rail that held back the crowd; his
sun-bronzed face wore a look of eager
expectancy; from her obscured posi
tion in the shadow of the deck build
ing, purposely chosen for reasons only
too obvious, she could even detect the
alert, swift-moving scrutiny that he
fastened upon the crowd.
Later on, he stood looking down
into her serious blue eyes; her hands
were lying "limp in his. His own eyes
were dark with earnestness, with the
restraint that had fastened itself upon
him. Behind her stood the respectful
but immeasurably awed maid, who
could not, for the life of her, under
stand how a man could be on both
sides of the Atlantic at one and the
same time.
“Thank the Lord, Hetty, say 1, for
the five-day boats," he- was saying.
“You should not have come, Bran
don,” she cried softly, and the look
of misery in her eyes was tinged with
a glow she could not suppreaa. “It
only makes everything harder for me.
I—I— Oh, I wish you had not come!”
"But isn’t it wonderful?” he cried,
“that I should he hen and waiting for,
fou! It la almost inconceivable. And
you were in the act of running away
from me, too. Oh, I have that much
of the tale from Sara, so don’t look
so hurt about It,’’
"I am so sorry you came," she re
peated, her lip trembling.
Noting her emotion, be gave her
hands a fierce, encouraging pressure
and immediately released them.
“Come,” he said gently; "I have
booked for London. Everything Is ar
ranged. I shall see to your luggage.
Let me put you in the carriage first."
As she sat in the railway carriage,
waiting for him to return, she tried
In a hundred ways to devise a means
of escape, and yet she had never loved
him so much as now. Her heart was
sore, her desolation never so complete
as now.
He came back at last and took his
seat beside her in the compartment,
fanning himself with his hat The maid
very discreetly stared out of the win
dow at the hurrying throng of travel
ers on the platform.
“How I love you. Hetty—how I
adore you!” Booth whispered passion
ately.
“Oh, Brandon!”
“And I don’t mean to give you up,”
he added, his lean jaw setting hard.
"You must—oh. you must” she cried
miserably. "I mean it Brandon—”
“What are your plans?” asked he.
"Please don't ask me,” she pleaded.
“You must give it up, Brandon. Let
me go my own way.”
“Not until I have the whole story
from you. You see, I am not easily
thwarted, once I set my heart on a
thing. I gathered this much from
Sara: the object is not insurmount
able.”
“She—said—that?”
“In effect, yes,” he qualified.
"What did she tell you?” demanded
Hetty, laying her hand on his arm.
“I will confess she didn't reveal the
secret that you consider a barrier, but
she went so far as to say that it was
very dark and dreadful.” he said light
ly. They were speaking in very low
tones. “When I pinned her down to
it, she added that it did not in any
sense bear upon your honor. But
there is time enough to talk about this
later on. For the present let’s not
discuss the past. I know enough of
your history from your own lips as
well as what little I could get out
of Sara, to feel sure that you are
in a way, drifting. I intend to look
after you, at least until you find your
self. Your sudden break with Sara
has been explained to me. Leslie
Wranda'.l is at the back of it Sara
told me that she tried to force you
to marry him. I think you did quite
right In going away as you did, but
on the other hand, was it quite fair to
me?”
“Yes, it was most fair,” she said,
compressing her lips.
He frowned.
“We can't possibly be of the same I
opinion,” he said seriously.
"You wouldn't say that If you knew
everything.”
"How long do you intend to stay in
London?’’
"I don’t know. When does ftis train
arrive there?”
“At four o’clock, I think. Will you
go to an hotel or to friends?" He put
the question very delicately.
She smiled faintly. “You mean the I
Murgatroyds?”
“Your father is here, I am informed. ;
And you must have other friends or
relatives who—”
“I shall feo to a small hotel I know
near Trafalgar square,” she interrupt
ed quietly. “You must not come there
to see me, Brandon.”
"I shall expect you to dine with me
at—say Prince's this evening." was
his response to this.
She shoos her head and then turned
to look out of the window. He eat
back in his seat and for many miles.
with deep perplexity in his eyes, stud
ied her half-averted face. The old
uneasiness returned. Was this ob
stacle, after all, so great that it could
not be overcome?
They lunched together, but were
singularly reserved all through the
meal. A plan was growing in her
brain, a cruel but effective plan that
made her despise herself and yet con
tained the only means of escape from
an even more cruel situation.
He drove with her from the station
to the small hotel off Trafalgar square.
There were no rooms to be had. It
was the week of Ascot and the city
was still crowded with people who
awaited only the royal sign to break
the fetters that bound them to Lon
don. Somewhat perturbed, she al
lowed him to escort her to several ho
tels of a like character. Failing in
each case, she was in despair. At
last she plucked up the courage to
say to him, not without constraint and
embarrassment:
"I think, Brandon, if you were to
allow me to apply alone to one of
these places I could get in without
mnch trouble.”
“Good Lord!" he gasped, going very
red with dismay. “What a fool I—”
“I’ll try the Savoy,” she said quick
ly, and then laughed at him. His face
was the picture of distress.
"I shall come for you tonight at
eight,” he said, stopping the taxi at
once. "Goodby till then.”
He got out and gave directions to
the chauffeur. Then he did a very
strange thing. He hailed auother'taxi
and, climbing in, started off in the
wake of the two women. From a
point of vantage near the corridor
leading to the ‘‘American bar,” he saw
Hetty sign her slips and move off
toward the left. Whereupon, seeing
that she was quite out of the way. he
approached the manager’s office and
asked for accommodatons.
“Nothing left, sir,”
“Not a thing?”
“Everything has been taken for
weeks, sir. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry, too. I had hoped you might
have something left for a friend who
expects to stop here—a Miss Castle
ton.”
“Miss Castleton has just applied.
We could not give her anything.”
“Eh?”
“Fortunately we could let her have
rooms until eight this evening. We
were more than pleased to offer them
to her for a few hours, although they
are reserved for parties coming down
from Liverpool tonight.”
Booth tried the Cecil and got a most
undesirable room. Calling up the
Savoy on the telephone, he got her
room. The maid answered. She in
formed him that Miss Castleton had
just that instant gone out and would
not return before seven o’clock.
“I suppose 6he will not remove her
trunks from the station until she finds
a permanent place to lodge,” he In
quired. "Can I be of any service?”
“I think not, sir. She left no word,
sir.”
He hung up the receiver and
straightway dashed over to the Savoy,
hoping to catch her before she left the
hotel. Just inside the door he came
to an abrupt stop. She was at the
news and ticket booth in the lobby,
closely engaged in conversation with
the clerk. Presently the latter took
up the telephone, and after a brief con
versation with some one at the other
end, turned to Hetty and nodded his
head. Whereupon she nodded her own
adorable head and began the search
for her purse. Booth edged around
to an obscure spot and saw her
for and receive something in retun
“By Jove!” he said to himself,
amazed.
She passed near him, without seeing
him, and went out into the court. He
watched her turn Into the Strand.
iTO BE CONTINUED.)
I
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CAT AND RAT EQUAL PESTS
Former Especially Hgve Wrought
Havoc Among the Smaller Native
Animals of Australia.
In the Monte Bello islands domestic
cats have most unfortunately been in
troduced. which do much damage
amongst the wallabies, and have ex
terminated the bandicoot. The cats
thrive exceedingly wherever they are
introduced, growing to great 6ize.
They soon become wild and cunning,
and breed fast. It may be safely said
that these animals are doing more
damage than anything else to the na
tive fauna of the Australian region;
indeed, the same remarks apply to
the greater part of the world. Cats
are carried almost universally on
small trading ships, with the idea that
they keep down rats. When they be
come too numerous or otherwise ob
jectionable, they are simply marooned,
for to kill a cat is considered among
the sailors as most unlucky.
The black rat is another introduced
species which does great harm. The
animal is found universally over the
Monte Bello group, even on the small
outlying islets, which are never vis
ited, on which it occurs most abun
dantly. Its presence is attributed to
a schooner which was wrecked some
twelve 'years ago, for it is well known
that this rat is a gom^ swimmer. It
is curious to find that this animal,
which is now so rare in Its native
countries as to be looked upon as a
great curiosity, should usually be one
of the first species to populate new
lands where It Is comparatively free
from competition. Driven from all civ
ilised countries by the brown rat. It
has taken to the sea, being better
adapted for a life on board ship than
its otherwise victorious rival.—P. D.
Montague in Geographical Journal.
New Turbine Liner.
The new German ocean liner Ad
miral von Tirpitz, just launched at
Stettin to ply between Hamburg and
the Panama canal zone, is the first
large vessel to employ the Foettinger
turbotransformer in place of the usual
turbines. Steam turbines give their
best service when operated at a high
speed, but the number of revolutions
of the ship’s propeller muet not exceed
a certain limit. To reduce the bpeed
of the turbine in order to accommo
date it to the speed of the propeller
means a considerable loss of energy.
Doctor Toettinger’s transformer, how
ever, transmits the motion of the tur
bine to the propeller shaft by a hydrau
lic intermediary, whereby the turbines
can be operated at a high speed while
the propeller does not exceed its limit
of revolutions. The loss of energy ia
only ten per cent. Besides there is
freedom from noise and vibration.
Insect Pests as Food.
Prof. Charles Lincoln Edwards says
we may reduce the cost of living by
eating grasshoppers, and calls atten
tion to the cleanliness of their food.
Bat if we are to get our insect food
direct instead of through the medium
of feathered and finny species, why a
discrimination In favor of the hard
«id horny grasshopper as agaiaet the
fat and succulent cutworms, the army
worm, the large and handsome “to
mato worm,” and other similar spe
cies who live quite as choicely as the
grasshopper? Every farmer his own
insect destroyer! Pass the good word
along to gipsy-moth section*.
SICK?
TIRED?
WEAK?
If this describes
your present con
dition you should
immediately get
a bottle of
KOSTETTER’S
STOMACH
BITTERS
It will help Nature
i overcome all Stomach,
1 Liver and Bowel Ills, re
| store the appetite, pro
1 mote health and vigor.
KaoHiHMaBB
No man ever lived long enough to
do all the things his wife wanted him
to do.
D'rft !,e misled. Ask for Red Cross
Bad Blue. Makes beautiful white clothes.
At all good grocers. Adv.
Natural History.
"My husband does nothing but
f’ad.”
"And mine is always going fishing.
If a man isn’t a bookworm, he is an
angle worm.”
ECZEMA ON HANDS AND ARMS
1321 Douglas St., Omaha, Neb.—“My
trouble began from a bad form of ec
zema aii over my hands, neck and
orris. I could get no sleep for the
itching and burning. The small pim
ples looked red and watery and my
thin and scalp became dry and itch
I i.ng. The pimples irritated me so that
j I w ould scratch until they bled. I
could not put my hands in water and
if I once tried it they burned so that
| I cov’d not stand it. I had to have
1 my hands tied up and gloves on all the
Ime for nearly two months. Some
times I would scratch the skin off it
irritated so and I could do no work
at ail.
"I tried all kinds of remedies but
nothing did any good. Then I saw in
the newspaper about Cuticura Soap
and Ointment and got some. I was
completely healed In live or sis
I weeks. They have not troubled me
since.” (Signed) Joe Uhl, Jan. 31, ’14.
Cuticura Soap and Ointment sold
I throughout the world. Sample of each
i iree.with 32-p. Skin Book. Address post
| card “Cuticura, Dept. L, Boston.”—Adv.
—
A Stayer.
“It isn't steadiness and «umdruir. ,
regularity that win a man success in
New York today. No, indeed. It Is
brilliance. It is audacity.’'
The speaker was Joh~-;on Bowen,
the successful Chicago promoter; the
scene a banquet of advertising men in
New York. He went on:
"Two millionaire business men were
] lunching in Fifth avenue when -n oid
graybeard stumped by.
“ ‘That’s Brown. He works for me,’
said the first business man.
“ ‘He’s an honest looking cfii.p. Haa
he got staying powers?’ asked the sec
ond business man.
” ‘He has that,’ said the iftrst. ‘H*
began in at the bottom of the ladder
in ’76, and he’s stayed there ever
since.’ ”
Just a Suggestion.
“Me daughter, Mary Ann," said the
newly rich Mrs. Cassidy, “wants to
l’aru to play some music insthrument.
i wonder w’at wan would come aisiest
to ter?”
"Well, now,” replied th» Jealous and
caustic Mrs. Casey, “if ye could only
get somethin’ that’s built like a \vast>
beard ’twould be jist the thing.”
No Chance for an Argument.
“Waiter, there’s a green heir in this
soup,” said the diner.
“Yes, sir. Yea, sir,” replied the
waiter. “It's the very latest thing,
sir.”
Probably two-thirds of a woman s
troubles come because she reasons
with her heart instead of her head.
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