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CfieRed ^ Circle AUTHOR OF “THE FIGHTER," ‘‘CALEB CON OVER" “SYRIA FROM THE SADDLE.” ETC. NOVELIZED FROM PATHE PHOTO PLAY OF THE SAME NAME BY WILL M. RITCHEY. (COPYRIGHT 1913. BY ALBERT PAY EON TSRMUNEj SYNOPSIS. "C.r * Jim" Bord<*i:, named from a red bitti.sBMfc on ht* hand, has served his third prison term. One in each Borden generation, ala ays a irfmlnal. ha' borne the Red Or le mark Jim and his son T*l art the only known living of the Bordens Max Unur. h detective. is de tailed to keep an eye on Jin. June Travis and tier mother meet Jim us he is re >—rJ Jim and Ted are killed. Next day Umar sees the Hed Circle on a wom an • hand outside a * urtalnod autoxruhile. Jutm. marked with the Hed Cir> le. robs a loan shark. Mari. June's nurse. dtsariers her theft and ti lls her si •• is “Circle Jim's" daughter, though Mrs. Tran* doe* not know Mari I mar June, dressed as a hoy. recovers Mart's cc-a: from the police, l^sinar visits * Smiling 8am.” Jim s o!d crime partner. At the seaside June steals war engine plan* from Todd lUvw and sink* them in U»t w« with her boy's c lothes. SIXTH INSTALLMENT “FALSE COLORS” Halfway down the pier, on her way back to the beach June turned to look seaward There was nothing to prove that, only a minute before, a larg» handle, heavily weighted and containing invention plans worth a million human lives had plunged to depth* She bent to pick up a broken shell that was lying on the edge of the pier. A particularly brilliant ray of sunlight caught the bark of her hand, making the red circle look like a scarlet welt on the white flesh. Slie covered the telltale mark with her other hand, and looked around, guiltily. Crouched there, the old. stark fear cat Into her heart for a moment. As her keen, searching eyes found the beach she spri ng to her feet and start ed toward a little building on the pier, that had been used for a boat renting office. Once safe in the shadow it cast, she looked shoreward again. On the beach, running around a cor ner of the battered shack she saw Todd Drew and Count Free! As she watched, they ran down to the sea. and stood looking about blankly. Their loud, agitated dialogue drifted out to her faintly. She caught the words "Which way? Find her!" A wave, a little heavier than the rest, swished noisily under the pier. Something knocked against one of the piles. June turned in sudden fear. She saw the ends of a perpendicular, wooden ladder showing above the edge of the strir.gpiece. Bending over, she noted that an empty rowboat was tied fast just be low her She descended, untied the painter and pushed aw ay from the side of the pier. Then, dropping on to the rowers seat, she adjusted the oars and puiled with long, easy strokes. When she felt that she was at a safe d.stance, she rested on her oars and looked toward the shore. Too far away to distinguish faces and well content at her clever escape. June tried not to s< an the shore too carefully for the two men who were searching for her. A man on the beach, who had just raised his glass to learn what the aa—m r-naar'dMBCi Mar)' DtCgad Down Behind ths Chair. white spot on the horizon might be. towered :t again before be had a chance to look. Two excited individ uals. talking to each other, bad come i across his line of vision—in fact, one of Lit m bad actually stumbled over his white canvas loot and had gone an without apology He looked after the unmannerly chap, with a half mind to follow and demand redress He saw the fellow who had so grossly offended him approach a group •f girls. Th'ee of them in bathing | j suits were talking to a remarkably pretty fourth, who was sitting on a rock. Suddenly one of the fellows who broke through the little group, abrupt ly seized the right hand of the pretty girl, looked closely at the back of it and dropped it just as abruptly. The girl, her eyes blazing ' with anger, reached for the closed parasol that was lying at her side and raised it in midair, to strike. The two men backed away, uttering abject apologies and loud protests be fore the sudden onslaught of Indig nant femininity; then they broke into a run and made for the esplanade. Slipping his marine glass Into his i-oat pocket, the onlooker, amused, ‘ started in pursuit. He saw the same impudent fellow ! approach a girl, dressed in a sailor 1 suit, seize her right hand, scan its surface hastily, then drop it and at tempt a getaway. But the girl was too quick for him. Getting hold of the mans injured hand she hung on. calling for help at the top of her lungs. A policeman, a block distant, came running, just as the curious onlooker reached the spot. •You're under arrest!” thundered the patrolman. ‘'What d’ you mean, anyway, by walking around the streets annoying ladies, eh?” "I wasn’t annoying ladies.” argued the squirming prisoner. "It's a mis take. 1 never did such a thing in my life!” The younger man twisted his arm free and reached into an inner pock | et. Drawing out a cardcase, he snatched a bit of pasteboard from it and shoved it under the sniffing nose of this minion of the law. ''That's who 1 am." he howled fero | ciously. "Todd Drew, son of the great inventor. Just now. when Count Freel and I were talking business, in a lit tle shack on the beach, someone bar ricaded the door, reached in through a hole in the wall and stole the plans of the greatest war invention the world has ever known. They're worth 1 a fortune. The hand that reached in and grabbed those papers was marked with a Red Circle—and the person i whoever it was) had on a girl s sailor suit. ’ "1 corroborate all he says.” added the count, hastily. "1 wish to say—” “Well, your story sounds grand!”! decided the policeman, "but 1 think j you're both liars. So, come along with me.” An hour later. Harry Gage. Lamar's '■ confidential clerk, came into his em ployers private office and handed the crime specialist a telegram that read: Sufton, Aug. 2.—Mr. Max Lamar, 512 Black Bdlg.: Father's war instrument plans stolen. Circular birthmark on back ' of hand only clue. I am held by police here on charge of annoying girls. Come at once. Todd Drew. Lamar s brows contracted suddenly as he read. ' Circular birthmark!” The ! Red Circle, of course—and at Surfton! 1 ' I'm off to the beach—Surfton. Any- j thing important comes up. ’phone or wire. Red Circle!” Arriving at Surfton Lamar jumped from the step of the car and ran to ward a little group of three men. one in a policeman's uniform. He grasped the hand of the youngest of the three and shook it heartily. “It's the most terrible mix-up all around!” this man said to Lamar. "Imagine them holding me for annoy ing women! Say. for pure imbecility, recommend me to the police of a one horse burg like this!” "See here, you!” interrupted the emissary of the law, “that'll do! Ira-" "That's all right, officer,” Lamar broke in soothingly, "my friend is naturally excited over his arrest. I'll he responsible for both.” "So you thought you saw a Red Cir cle on this person's hand, eh?” he con tinued suavely as they moved off the station platform. Just within hearing distance, a woman with a suitcase started sud denly. "Thought .lothing!” retorted Drew emphatically. "I saw it. It was as i distinct as—er—as anything.” Drew uttered a sudden grunt and pointed ahead of him. The two oth er men stopped short and looked. “A sailor suit!’’ whispered Drew ex citedly. “Another one! Shall we—” I-amar's face lighted up. He put a detaining hand on the agitated fel low's arm. "I'm afraid you will have to leave this sailor suit alone. Drew,” he said. The young lady is a very dear friend ot mine—Miss June Travis. 1 want you to meet her. She's charming.” Within ten feet of them. June, loot ' ing out over the water, had been un aware of their approach. Staring into Lamar's face. now. she lost her com posure for the merest fraction of a second. The next instant she had ex tended her right hand and placed it between his two eager ones. Drew and the count, suspicious of any and all sailor suits, crowded up. intent upon the hand that Lamar held prisoner. A smooth white surface with just the tiniest golden brown freckle on one knuckle met his eye. He laughed at the other two in sheer amusement. “May I present Mr. Drew, Miss Travis? And Count Freel, Miss Travis. It’s strange you people haven’t met before. Surfton is a small place.” "It is strange you haven’t met at some of the functions that have been given at the hotel. You nr.-n are stop ping there and I’m sure Miss Travis attends all the dancep,” said Max. “I do, indeed,” said June gayly. "There's to be a ball there tonight, by the way. Mother and I are going. Won’t I see you all there?” “I’ll be there,’’ he promised firmly. "And I’ll bring the count and Drew with me, Miss Travis.” “Just look at the crowd!” June ex claimed with delight, as their car turned into the drive leading to the hotel. “This is going to be the best dance of the season.” An attendant in livery helped them from the car. June took hold of Mary’s hand and helped her up the steps. "Just don’t you let me catch you flirting—that's all,” she whispered wickedly in the old woman’s ear; and Mrs. Travis wondered what Mary’s sudden indignant exclamation was about. “Everyone's going inside, dear," the nurse said, as they reached the top of the steps. “Let me take your things to the coat room or you’ll be late for the first dance.” “Oh. I don’t care about the first dance. I haven't promised it to any one. I’m going to see who's here first. Stay out here with me just a minute.” She walked to one of the long; French windows and looked inside. The scene was gay enough to dispel any shadows. Yet over in one corner, leaning against a pillar, his arms fold « - ■ t ■■ - -- ■ ~ — 1 -— costume kept dancing into Mary’s line of vision. She was leaning back against her partner's arm, looking into his eyes, a taunting smile on her thin vivid lips. While Mary was deciding that this was quite the most disgusting type of woman she had ever seen, the strange girl and her partner collided clumsily with another couple. The woman with whom they collided—a plump blonde and beautifully gowned—got the worst of the collision. Mary saw her bend down and rub her ankles. Then, while proper apol ogies were made by the woman in black and her partner, the little blonde limped away on her partner's arm and sought refuge on a settee near Mary. The acute pain in her foot must have made her feel faint. For the man im mediately went in search of a glass of water and returned with it as quickly as possible. After taking a few swallows, Mary saw the blonde girl put her hand over her heart and draw a deep breath of relief. But the expression of renewed strength gave way instantly to startled surprise. She was passing her hands rapidly over the front of her elabor ately embroidered gown. “What's the matter, Mrs. Hinkle?” Mary heard the young man say. “I’ve lost my brooch—my diamond brooch!” gasped the woman. “I had it on a minute ago. I'm sure.” “Surely it must be around some where if you had it on just a moment ago." protested the young man. “May be you dropped it when we had our tumble. Wait here and I'll go look around that spot.” “No, I'll come with you. It’s made me nervous. I couldn’t sit still.” As they passed several chatting groups Mrs. Hinkle announced her loss, loudly. Soon the floor was cov ered with people searching for the missing diamonds. Suddenly Mary realized that June was not in the little throng of search Emblazoned on the Back of the Hand Was an Irregular Circle of Scarlet! ed, his chin held closely in one hand was Lamar, in a brown study. Mary crept up beside her and looked over her shoulder. Her eyes fell on Lamar: and she started so violently that June put out an arm to steady her. “There's nothing to be frightened about,” she said, soothingly. "Nothing at all. only—” “Only what?” asked Mary, quaver ingly. "Only I'm going to put on my gloves.” A minute later she entered the ball room with her mother. Presently she was surrounded by men imploring her to allow them to autograph her dance card. Lamar glanced up. saw her and started across the floor in her direc tion. Mary, sitting on a little settee against the wall of the ballroom saw him take June's hand and bend over it. She half rose from the seat, then remembered where she was and sat down again: gripping the arm of the chair and watching every move of the little group. Suddenly a woman appeared at one of the pillars—a woman who attracted attention by her daring attire. She wore a gown whose foundation was of flesh color chiffon. The overdress was simply a network of jet. The cos tume was daringly decollete, and was held in place over the shoulders by a delicate chain of jet beads. Among the rretty, girlish dance frocks it looked bizarre—*11 but inde cent. • Just for a moment she leaned against the pillar, waving a huge, black ostrich fan to and fro. Over the soft tips of the graceful feathers her eyes met those of a venturesome young man. She signaled. He obeyed. Mary watched, until the two were lost in the maze of dancers. Then her eyes wandered back to June, who was still deeply engrossed in what Lamar was saying. Mary wished that some of the men would come up and claim June for a dance. Anything to be rid of Lamar. The slender woman in th» startling ers. She jumped up anxiously. Mary wandered about looking into room after room, with no result. She decided that Umar and June were walking in the grounds. It would be impossible for an old woman with failing sight to find them out there in the pale moonlight. Discouraged and tired out with wor ry and the unaccustomed glare and noise, Mary entered one of the little rooms off the main corridor. She sank into a deep, highbacked chair, uphol stered in some soft, velvety, material and put her head back. Her imagination tortured her. The very thing that she had feared had happened. She had come to the ball for the express purpose of watching over her little girl. She had relaxed her vigilance for a moment and June had disappeared—in company with Lamar. With grim horror Mary con jured up all the terrible things that might happen. Her thoughts resolved themselves into a waking nightmare— then they faded slowly. A gentle flut- j tering in the soft lace ruffle at the neck of her black satin dress, spoke i of a light, restful sleep. The tricky doze of approaching old age. Not twenty feet from the room in which fatigue had overtaken Mary, was the oriental smoking room of the Hotel Surfton. Over in one corner, directly in front of a pair of portieres woven from raw Japanese silk, was a long teakwood seat. Juno and Lamar had been sit ting there for the past half hour; sometimes talking animatedly, some times strangely silent. “It worries me more than anything I've had to solve in years," Lamar was saying. “I’vfe \ad the woman in my very fingers several times and al ways she's succeeded in giving me the , slip! I wish that—" Just then a man in evening clothes appeared in the doorway. Catching sight of Lamar he beckoned to him, eagerly. W’ith a murmured apology to June, the crime specialist got up and went over to him. "What can I do for you, sir?" he asked pleasantly. "I am George Radner, the manager of thiB hotel, Mr. Lamar!” The man spoke hurriedly, as if distressed. “Several guests have lost articles of jewelry tonight. I am afraid a pro fessional thief is at work among them. Can’t you do something about it, Mr. Lamar? I hate to trouble you, but—” “Oh, that's all right—that’s all right,” Lamar muttered indistinctly. “Has anyone who reported a loss to you said anything about a Red Circle, Mr. Radner?” “No. I don't think so. Nobody has the slightest clue. It's the cleverest sort of theft I’ve ever known. There’s a master crook operating here, I’m certain.” “I’ll see what I can do, Mr. Radner. Just go out and mingle with the guests as though nothing had occurred, will you? I'll be out in a minute.” Lamar came back to the bench and sat down, his hands clenched tightly, his lower Jaw protruding in an ugly, determined way. The Japanese silk draperies behind him moved slightly as if in obedience to a gentle breeze. June put her hand over his, sooth ingly. “You are terribly worried over this mystery,” she said softly. “Let me help you solve it, won’t you? Who knows but that I may develop into a regular detec—er—crime specialist.” Annoyed and worried as he was, Lamar threw back his head and laughed heartily. "All right. Miss Travis,” he said gravely. “I'll appoint you my first as sistant on this case. Perhaps you can help me.” June turned toward him. her face alight. i 111 do my best, ’ she promised. “Will you let me come to see you tomorrow morning to tell you a few more details of this case?" he inquired eagerly. “I’d be delighted to have you come," June replied heartily. “I’m rather ex cited about the idea of joining forces with you and—oh!” She broke off suddenly and put her hand to her throat. It was bare. Her pearl pendant was gone! She twisted around with lightning rapidity, drag ging Lamar around with her. The portieres of Japanese silk were parted slightly. Protruding from the opening was a white hand with slender, taper ing fingers. Hanging from the over manicured fingertips was a pendant of pearls. Emblazoned on the back of the hand was an irregular circle of brilliant scarlet! Lamar and June sat as if paralyzed, until a scraping sound shattered the spell. Lamar sprang to his feet, jumped over the bench and tore the portieres from the heavy brass poles that sup ported them. He found himself in a little oblong recess. Directly in front of him was a long window opening presumably on the porch. With a muttered imprecation he threw himself at the closed window, expecting it to give. The force of his onslaught shattered several of the small panes, but his progress was blocked by a wicker porch settee that had evidently been placed there for that very purpose. Unable to check his speed he tum bled headlong over this settee and landed bruised against the outer rail of the porch. The frail settee had cracked under his weight and the thud of his falling body sounded unnatural ly loud on the still air. It was this sudden jarring that awakened Mary from her nap in the deep chair. With the dull gaze, or a person just roused from sleep, the old woman rubbed her eyes and looked about. In the same room, but in a far distant corner, she heard the soft rustle of a woman's skirt. Then the clink of glass against metal. She twisted quietly in the chair un til she was crouching on her knees on the seat of it. facing the back. Cautiously she raised her body until her eyes were just above the edge. What she saw made her forget her own predicament. Over in a half-lit corner was a large square pedestal holding a bronze stat uette. Standing so that its shadow half concealed her. was the daring Woman in Black, her right hand lifted so that the feeble light from the hanging lamp fell athwart its back. On it blazed a Red Circle! Mary dodged down behind the chair (op as the woman slowly turned her head. After a few seconds the sound of liquid dripping into a 'glass made her anxious to look again. The woman was holding a small sponge in her left hand. She squeezed it dry into a glass half full of water. Smiling whimsicially to herself, she rubbed the back of her right hand with the dampened sponge. The Red Circle disappeared. Breathless with excitement. Mary strained her eyes to catch every move. She saw the woman take up the glass, leliberatelv spill the liquid on the floor, and gather a brush, tiny box of water color paints and the sponge from the pedestal. Leaving the glass where it was. she opened a false pocket in the sStirt of her gown, iropped the se* ^ral articles into it ind quietly left the room. Mary waited until she was reason ably sure the woman would not re turn, then left her chair. Hurrying aver to the statue she picked up the ?Iass and examined it. There was no mark on it except the ring that the ?olored water had left. At the foot 3f the pedestal was the large, damp spot. Mary bent to feel it with the palm of her hand: to make sure the whole thing wasn't a strange dream. When she found her way back to :he ballroom it was nearly deserted. A'andering about looking for Mrs. rravis and June, she came face to face with a young nan who was say ing goodnight to one of the hotel guests. “Why Mary," exclaimed the man in great surprise, “where have you beent Miss Travis was looking all over for you. When she couldn't find you she decided you had gone home without her knowing it. She and Mrs. Travis have left. I'm going that way. Let me take you home in my car.” When he put her down at the cot tage he warned her: "Don't wake Miss Travis If she’s sleeping, Mary. The poor girl's half dead. She danced more than anybody I_■—___ , - —...=1 She Told of the Woman With the Red Circle. there—mostly with that chap Lamar. Mrs. Travis said she was going to make her sleep until noon tomorrow.” ***•••» The next morning at eleven-thirty, June ran out on the porch and clapped her hands over Mary's eyes Just as the nurse was finishing her happy daily perusal of the death column—in the Morning Star. “Guess!” she commanded. “It's my lamb,” said Mary, com placently, trying to smooth her ruf fled front hair. "Aren't you a sly. old lady, sneak ing home hours and hours ahead of me, last night? I didn’t dare go near your room when I came in, for fear you’d wake up.” “I wasn't there, pet,” Mary told her. “I didn't leave the hotel until after you did.” “What!” With a cautious glance around, the nurse started to recount the happen ings of the night before. She told haltingly, fearful that she might omit an important detail. When she got to the point of her recital where the Woman in Black left the room, June clutched her hand excitedly. “And you let her go?” she ex claimed, almost unbelieving. “Why? Why?” “Of course I let her go”—the old woman was offended to think her judgment in the matter was ques tioned—“she could have broke away from me and made her escape—and then she would have been warned. This way. she thinks she's safe and she won't hide. I'd know her again, the minute I lay eyes on her.” June pulled her up from the chair, impetuously. “You've got to come right over to the hotel and tell the whole thing to Mr. Lamar. Don’t you see how tre mendously important it is to him— and to us?” she added thoughtfully. Mary protested violently as June dragged her down the path and to ward the hotel. “Look! Oh, what luck! There is Mr. Lamar now: Just leaving Mr. Rad nor at the entrance to the hotel. Hur ry. Mary, and we ll be able to catch him.” June waved her hand excitedly. Lamar ran toward them. “Any news?” he asked quickly. “Tell him,” June said briefly. Mary had gotten almost through her story, when suddenly her eye* bulged in their sockets and she point ed a dramatic forefinger over Lamar’s shoulder. "There she is!” she gasped, her voice cracking in her throat. “That’s the woman! The one with the suit case. walking down the path on her wav to the station. That’s the Woman in Black!” "Are you sure?” the pressure of La mar's fingers hurt her arm. “Sure?” "1m sure,” she answered firmly. “I'd know her anywhere.” “I have to go immediately, Miss Travis,” Lamar said, keeping one eye on the disappearing figure. “I’m go ing to trail that woman. Here’s one time that Fate is playing into my hands.” They watched him walk rapidly around the back of the hotel and take a short cut to the station. Two hours later Max Lamar strolled rarelessly along a residential block in the city. Finding great difficulty in lighting his cigarette he stepped into a vestibule, just as the woman he was trailing turned the corner and entered a large apartment house. Giving her time to get upstairs, La mar stepped from his hiding place, sauntered toward the same entrance and leaned against one of the stone pillars, aimlessly blowing rings of smoke skyward. “Well, my little blackbird,” he mused, “your wings are clipped and your cage won’t be a golden one, either. At last, the Red Circle mys tery is going to be cleared—perhaps!” (END OF SIXTH INSTALLMENT.) CAME AS RESULT OF CHANCE Possibilities of Illuminating Gas Re vealed to Irish Clergyman in a Few Moments of Abstraction. When Philadelphia was an intant •own a lew years old. Dr. John Clay ton. the dean of Kildare, sat meditat toc before a fire. He put a piece of coal in his pipe and held it aboTe the blase. In a short time a tiny blue fame came from the pipe And so 11 l am mating gas was bora! «< wnm—nwill ijm" The death In this city of John Mc Ilhenny brings up the history of gas, as '.he death of Cyrus Field made ev eryone think of the ocean cable. Mr. Mcil henn.v was the grdnd old pioneer in gas. He saw it develop from its early infancy in America and saw it push the oil lamp off the table. He beheld this same agency shove anthracite out of over 240.00U cook stoves in Philadelphia Once 1 saw this veteran sitting at dinner beside Samuel T. Bodine, president of the world's most potential gas company. "Girard' writes in the Philadelphia Ledger. The first gas lamp in any street in the world flashed out in Pall Mall. London, the same year that Robert Fulton took his famous steamboat up the Hudson. But it was many years after that be fore gas became a common thing tn London, although a few streets bad been so lighted. Tradition has it that one of the nov elties of the famous ball given by the duchess of Richmond on the eve of Waterloo was a ballroom illuminated by gas. 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Highest references iJ ,tROUGHonRATS,,i'!r^^^’ Warning About Water Pipes Now is tile time that lires ar- • an by householders attempting to tii out service pipes by liurii'iig oil ■ l Rigs and using oilier ill advised me ods in wliieh an open flume - us. The proper way for tin- In. - to restore an ice-clogged pipe ■ • ice is to wrap it with cloth a . hot water upon it. or. if the ft is too severe to yield to this i the best plan is to send for a pun Apparently this is a minor d. i.i I attention to it may prevent n. it tire loss running into thousand lnrs.—Engineering Hecord. GAVE HIS CANE AWAY! Mr. S. P. Benton. Kerrville I .-x writes: "For several yen pr .» 19<KJ I suffered from kidney »nd rne matic troubles. Was bent over .i. inrceu in use ciine. For the disorders i i glad to say I n» Dodd's Kniut Pills, which to be the remedy, i am • 'years old. line and oh m "" again stand i straight as an arrow. Ii - K ney Pills deserve great ere.! t. i: sure and get “DODD’S," tin n with the tliree I)'s for disen*. i dered. deranged kidney*; ju*r a >1 Benton did. No sine \ i . ! will do.—Adv. DEATH DUE TO EXHAUSTION Man Who Succumbs to Expcsc - I Not Really “Frozen,” as It Is Generally Understood During the deep sleep v V extreme fatigue the sens; the nervous system is great . -■>. and it becomes tinahle t«» per ■■ . i - lowness of temperature. Tie . sclous sleep gradually passes > M unconsciousness of i*ollups> . A< > ! ing to the popular belief sue'. ■< n dies “frozen to death." hut as . mill ter of faet he was killed long J - - - *,. r - 1 his temperature fell to zero. What really killed him was -n r. ' duction of the activity of hi' t which always follows the loss of ner> j ous control. As a result there un less and less chemical change panied by the production of h- • at an internal temperature of ... • degrees life ceased. That is w hy, as experience has .»fr. - shown, the weary traveler »!i . way to the imperative desire to s on the line of inarch is doomed t* death when he has no adequate p: > tection from extreme cold. His Clutch Slipped. Harold, aged four, was trudging the distance of many blocks with Irs : er to Sunday school, and the long tramp was almost too much for hi:n. The father, glancing hack. noti.-.d the small boy’s fatigue and, sla- k-unng his pace, asked: “Ain I walking too fast, son?' “No,” returned the small boy. pair ing and panting breathlessly, "it s me. papa.”—Christian Herald. Not the Same. “Ah:” exclaimed the nearsighted man, as he glanced at the front page of a newspaper. “Here’s the old wa ter wagon again!” “I beg your pardon.” said his fr . ! “What you see there is a dra\' ag of a British ‘tank’ going Into actiou." Wanted Information. Father—When 1 was a small !>oy I was left an orphan. Tommy—AVlmt did you do with it?