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■ » I THE HILLM Am Unusual L©¥© Story 1 By E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM I GRAILLOT. THE PLAYWRIGHT. WARNS LOUISE THAT BOTH THE PRINCE OF SEYRE AND JOHN LOVE HER, AND THAT THE PRINCE WILL BE A DANGEROUS ENEMY TO HIS RIVAL Synopsis.—Matin i. famous actress, was making a motor tour .< •!. i; _• i'uuiImt!; ml district wlu*n Ik r car broke down late one ■ . mi\ as for< '1 to accept the overnight hospitality of Ste laln > ■ | i,_. . red use woman haters living in a splendid . gr. at farm, ilefore she left next day she had capti ated lo r. Three months later John, on a so :-t. a,pulse went to I.ondon and looked up I.ouise. She was de lighted t.. ,• him an<l Inirtalueetl him to her friends of the artistic and ■lrauiati- »orl ' an.oiig them Sophy a light-hearted little actress, and Ura.. a play w r.jlu of remarkable mental gifts. The prince of Seyre, a wealthy Krt-neh nulilr. whom he already knew. Iiecame his guide, and hr entered the gay bohemian life of the city. CHAPTER VIII—Continued. Th- light* were limi-rnl n few min ute' niter. and John paid the bill. miJ«;hI <*ur supper,” Louise us they passed down the room “The whole evening has been delightful r As tliey drove frotn Luigi's tn Knight sbrldge. Louise leaned bark in her eorner. Although her eyes were ■mly half closed, there was an air of iloo?t»e»s I' t or an --t-vio-i' lack of lesjre for Conversation which the oth ers found themselves Instinctively re specting Kveti Sophy's light-hearted chatter seemed to have deserted her, somewhat to John’s relief. They were In the very vortex of l>Mtdo(i's midnight traffic. The night was warm for the time of year, and about Lcli >ter square and hevond the paveuietits were crowded with |-edes trlan- th- women lightly and guyly clad, flitting notwithstanding some sin ister note about their movements, like buttcrtl..r brightdiued moths along the pave: tents and across the streets. The pr»’c*'"ion of taxieahs and anto neib:l< * • It with its human freight of men a.el women in evening dress on their wSI> h-.Ute after an evening's {duftstire. Seetncd etl<lli*ss. Pr. -.-titiy Sophy liegati to talk, and Is*U.' to- roused bers--lf. “I am only just Is-ginning to realize.” the latter 'lid. “that >--u are actually la London.” “W h a I leave v--u." he replied. “I. too. '! .11 And it hard to lielieve that j we hai- - i: :!v met -gain and talked. , There - ei - 1 so much that I have i to -ay. he i dd.-d. h-oklug at her close- j Ijr. "ami I ti .1 v - - - ■-1 nothing.” •There l* plenty of time." she told 1 lllte and oti.>- more th-- signs **f that silt: t n-r. >C'ii- ss were apparent in her turner. "There are weeks and ' months ahead of us." "W ’ eti 'lad! 1 you i-gain?” he aske-l. "Whenever you like. There are no re-, hear' 1' for a b y --r two. King me up on the telephone- - -you will find uty uuiuls-r in th- I-nr cotae and lunch , With me t-ti - ;rmv. if you like." "That. . you. In answer.si; “that is Ju*t w I. a * ! '! ltd like. At what time?” “II. ; j-:.- 1 will not ask either of ye . e iu now. You can coin* down t.trow ta -ruing and get the te-ik- S--p‘->. I think 1 am tired— tired," she nilA-l. with a curious Utile . note -.f self-pity in lier tone. “I am •• • Mr Dump- i. ■ " >!i. ' 1 lifting h.-r eyes ■<1 TO III*. -»»>» H<- h- |>*-il her out. rang tin- liell. and wo*. h* ! Ii*-r v; r.i'h through the swift ly .,|»n.s| <!-ir. Then lie stepped hack • l,tn f*!.- ta\-i:i!i Sophy retreated into the «.rr.r an ke roota for him. -y * jir.- g ins to taki- uie homo, are you Outy" she asked. **of * ..itr—ho rofilio-1, his eyi*s still fixed with .t -hade of regret upon tho «*4.,-.-d door of Louises little house. j -N, pi >..'ithauj|itoa -treet,” he told the ilrivor. They turned round and spun once noire into network of moving ve h . - am! - re::mint: inslostrinns. John was s lent, and his oitupanion. for n littl wlili. 1 tmorisl him. Soon, how rvr -h- i n.il li: i on the arm. A rju* gravity had eon.e into her dainty lift! far’-. “Are you really in love with Lou ise?" -ho lni|uired, with something of ht* own di n*et ness. He answered her with perfect seri ousness. “I lielieTi sii," he udmitteil. “Iiut I should n !.ke to say that I am abso lutely oor’. I have come here to And out.” Sophy - ! h rily rocked with laugh ter. ■ lou are tl di-arrst. ijui-eri-st mad* man I have ev.-r met!" she ox claimed, li >hling tightly to his arm. “You sit there with n f■ • »s long jts a fiddle, wondering whet lor you are in love with a girl or not! Well. 1 am not go ing to ask yon anything more. Tell me. are you tired V” “Not a hit.” lie declared. ‘‘I never had su< ti a ripping ev-ning in my life.” . i tie Iightor. She wes the old Sophy ag n. full of life and gayety. oy^t's go to tho Aldwyi h,” she sug -<ted 'and !h- limning. We can •■el have unmet hi ng t" drink. We needn't luive any tm.re supi«*r." -I|... , * i - later outside what seemed to i» :i private house. The door was opened at once. Sophy wrote John's name in a book. • nd they were ushered by the manager, wlm ln.1 come forward to greet them, into a long mom. brilliantly lit. and riled ex . pt in the .•.inter, w^h sup. tnhle*. John looked around him ,i,'-r..._ Th. : dl'^g _j.v ...« almost Incessant. A shgbtly^ voluptuous atmosphere of * «r.-tt. S ic ke. mingled With the per \!Z-> s'rnk.* from ibe clothes and hair of the women, several more of whom were now dancing, hung about the place. A girl in fancy dress was passing a great basket of flowers from table to table. Sophy sat with her head resting upon her hands and her face very close to her companion's, keeping time with her feet to the music. “Isn't this rather nice?” she whis pered. “Do you like being here with me. Mr. John Strangewey?" "Of course I do," he answered heart ily. “Is this a restaurant?” She shook her head. “No. it's a club. We can sit here all night, if you like." “Can I join?” he asked. She laughed as she sent for a form and made him fill it In. “Tell me." he begged, as he looked around him, "who are these girls? They look so pretty and well-dressed, and yet si, amazingly young to be out at this time of night.” “Mostly actresses." she replied, “and musical-comedy girls. I was in musi eal comedy myself before Louise res cued me." "Did you like it?" "I liked it ail right." she admitted, “but I left it because I wasn't doing any good. I can dance pretty well, but I have no voice, so there didn’t seem to tie any chance of my getting out of the chorus: and one can’t even pretend to live on the salary they pay you. un less one has a part.” "Hut these girls who are here to night?" “They are with their friends, of course.” she told him. “I suppose, if it hadn't been for Louise. I should have been here, too—with a friend.” "I should like to see you dance," he remarked, in a hurry to change the conversation. "I’ll dance to you some day in your rooms, if you like." she promised. "<>r would you like me to dance here? There jv a man opposite who wants me to. Would you rather l didn’t? I want to do just whieh would please you most.” ‘‘Dance, by all means," he insisted. "I should like to watcli you." She nodded, and a minute or two later she had joined tile small crowd in the renter of the room, clasped in the arms of a very immaculate young man who had risen and bowed to her from a table opposite. John leaned buck in ! Is place ami watched her admiringly. Her feet scarcely touched the ground. She never onee glaneed at or spoke to her partner, but every time she passed the comer where John was sitting, she looked at him and smiled. His eyes grew brighter, and he smiled back at her. She suddenly re leased her hold upon her partner and stretched out her arms to him. Her body swayed backward a little. Site r t r ■n i / ■ “If We Were Alone/’ She Whispered, “I Should Want You to Kiss Me!” waved her hands with a gesture In finitely graceful, subtly alluring. Her lips were parted with a smile almost of triumph as she once more rested her hand upon her partner’s shoulder. “Who is your escort this evening?” the hitter asked her, speaking almost for the first time. I “You would not know 1dm,” she re plied. “He is a Mr. John Strangewey, and he comes from Cumberland.” “Just happens that I do know him," , the young man remarked. "Thought I’il seen his face somewhere. Used to la* tip sit the varsity with him. I’ll speak to him presently.” "I expect he’ll be glad to meet you again.” Sophy rcmurked. “He doesn’t know a soul in town.” The dance was finished. They re turned together to where John was sitting, and the young man held out a weary hand. “Amerton, you know, of Magdalen,” lie said. “You're Struugewey, aren't you ?" “Lord Araerton, of course!” John ex claimed. “I thought your face was fa miliar. Why, we played in the rackets doubles together!” “And won ’em. thanks to you,” Amer ton replied. “Are you up for long?" ”1 aiu not quite sure,” John told him. “I oniy arMved last night.” “Look me up some time, if you’ve nothing better to do.” the young man suggested. “Where are you hanging out ?” "The Milan.” “I am at the Albany. So-long! Must get back to my little lady.” lie bowed to Sophy and departed. She sank a little breathlessly into her chair and laid her hand on John’s arm. Her cheeks were flushed, her bosom was rising and falling quickly. "1 am out of breath,” she said, her head thrown back, perilously near to John’s shoulder. “Lord Amerton dunces well. Give me some champagne!” “And you—you dance divinely,” be told her. as he filled her glass. “If we were alone,” she whispered, “I should want you to kiss me!" The stem of the wine glass in John’s fingers snapped suddenly, and the wine trickled down to the floor. A passing waiter hurried up with a napkin, and a fresh glass was brought. The affair was scarcely noticed, hut John re mained disturbed and a little pale. “Have you cut your hand?” Sophy asked anxiously. "Not at all,” he assured her. “How hot it is here! Do you mind if we go?” “Go?” she exeluimed disconsolately. “I thought you were enjoying yourself so much!” “So I am,” he answered, “but I don't quite understand—” He paused. “Understand what?” she demanded. “Myself, if you must know.” She set down the glass which she had been in the act of raising to her lips. How queer you are: she mur mured. “Listen. You haven’t got a wife or anything up in Cumberland, have you?” “You know I haven't." he answered. “You’re not engaged to lie married, you have no ties, you came up here per fectly free, you haven't even stud any thing yet—to Louise?” “Of course not.” “Well, then—” she began. Her words were so softly spoken that they seemed to melt away. She leaned forward to look in his face. “Sophy,” he begged, with sudden and almost passionate earnestness, “be kind to me, please! I am just a sim ple. stupid countryman, who feels as if he had lost his way. I have lived a solitary sort of life—an unnatural one, you would say—and I've been brought up with some old-fashioned ideas. I know they are old-fashioned, but I can't throw them overboard till at once. I have kept away from this sort of tiling. I didn’t think it would ever at tract me—1 suppose because 1 didn’t believe it could be made so attractive. I have suddenly found out—that it does!" “What are you going to do?" she whispered. “There is only one thing for me to do." he answered. “Until I know what I have come to London to learn, I shall light against it." “You menu about Louise?” “I mean about Louise,” he said gravely. iwpii.v nunc Nun noser in min. “Why are you so foolish?" she mur mured “Louise is very wonderful, in her place, hut she is not what you want in life. Has il never occurred to you that you may he too late?” “What do you mean?” he demanded. “I believe what the world believes, what some day I think she will admit to herself—that she cares for the prince of Seyre.” “lias she ever told you so?" “Louise never speaks of these things to any living soul. 1 am only telling you what I think. I am trying to save you pain—trying for my own sake as well as yours.” He paid his hill and stooped to help her with her cloak. Her heart sank, her lips quivered a little. It seemed to her that he had passed to a great distance. “Very soon,” John said, “I shall ask Louise to tell me the truth. I think that I shall ask her, if I cun, tomor row !” CHAPTER IX. John's first caller at the Milan was, in a way, a surprise to him. He was sitting smoking an after-breakfast pipe on the following morning, and gazing at the telephone directory, when his bell rang. He opened the door, to find the prince of Seyre standing out side. “I pay you a very early visit, I fear," the latter began. “Not at all,” John replied, taking the pipe from his mouth and throwing open the door. "It is very good of you to come and see me.” The prince followed John into the little sitting room. He was dressed, as usual, with scrupulous care. Ilis tie was fastened with a wonderful pearl, and his lingers were perhaps a trifle overmanicured. He wore a hunch of I'armn violets in his buttonhole, and he carried with him a very faint hut un usual perfume, which seemed to John like the odor of delicate green tea. It was just these details, and the slow ness of his speech, which alone ac centuated his foreign origin. “It occurred to me,” he said, as he seated himself in an easy chair, “tl.ut if you are really intending to make this experiment in town life of which Miss Maurel spoke, I might be of some as sistance to you. There are certain IS mutters. quite unimportant in them selves, concerning which u little ad vice in the beginning may save you trouble.” “Very good of you, 1 am sure," John repeated. “To tell you the truth, I was just looking through the telephone directory to see if I could come across the name of a tailor I used to have some things from.” “If it pleases you to place yourself in my lmnds,” the prince suggested, “I will introduce you to my own trades people. I have made the selection with some care. I have, fortunately, an idle morning, and it is entirely at your disposal. At half past one I believe we are both lunching with Miss Mau rel.” John was conscious of a momentary sense of annoyance. His tete-a-tete with Louise seemed farther off than ever. At the prince's suggestion, how ever, he fetched his hat and gloves nnd entered the former’s automobile, which was waiting below. They spent the morning in the neigh borhood of Bond street, and John had the foundations of a wardrobe more extensive than any he had ever dreamed of jHissessing. At half past one they were shown into Louise’s little drawing room. There were three or four men already present, standing around their hostess and sipping some faint yellow cordial from long Vene tian glasses. Louise came forward to meet them, nnd made n little grimace us she re marked the change in John’s appear ance. "Honestly, I don’t know you, and I don't believe I like you at all!” she ex claimed. "How dare you transform yourself into a tailor’s dummy in this fashion?” “It was done entirely out of respect for you.” John said. "In fact," the prince added, “we con sidered that we had achieved rather a success. "I suppose I must look upon your ef fort as a compliment,” Louise sighed, “but it seems queer to lose even so much of you. Shall you take up our manners and our habits. Mr. Strange- I wey, its easily as you wear our clothes?” "That I cannot promise,” he replied. "The brain should adapt itself at least as readily as the body,” the prince remarked. M. Graillot, who w as one of the three men present, turned around. “Who is talking platitudes?" he de manded. “I write plays, and that is my monopoly. Ah. it is the prince, 1 see! And our young friend who inter rupted us at rehearsal yesterday.” Graillot held out his left hand to the prince and ids right to John. “Mr. Strange’vey,” he said. “I con gratulate you ! Any person who lias the good fortune to interest Miss Mau rel is to he congratulated. Yet must I look at you and feel myself puzzled. You are not au artist—no? You do not paint or write?” John shook his head. "Mr. Strangewey's claim to distinc tion is that he is just an ordinary man." Louise observed. "Such a relief, you know, after all you clever people!” John shook hands with everybody and sipped the content- of the glass which had been handed to him. Then a butler opened the door and an nounced luncheon. Louise offered her hand to the prince, who stepped back. "It shall lie the privilege of the stranger within our gates." he decided. Louise turned to John with a little smile. “Let me show you. then, the way to my dining room. I ought to apolo gize for not asking some women to meet you. I tried two on the tele phone, hut they were engaged.” “I will restore the balanee,” the prince promised, turning front the cotv temptation of one of the prints hang ing in the halt. "I am giving a supper party tonight for Mr. Strangewey, and I will promise him a preponderance of your charming sex.” “Am X invited?” Louise inquired. The prince shook his head. “Alas, no!” They passed into a small dining room and here again John noticed that an absolute simplicity was paramount. The round table, covered with an ex quisitely tine cloth, was very simply laid. There was a little glass of the finest quality, and a very little silver. For flowers there was only one bowl, a brilliant patch of some scarlet exotic, in the center. “A supper party to which I am not invited,” said Louise, as she took her place at the table and motioned John to a seat by her side, “fills me with curiosity. Who uiV to be your guests prince?” “Calavera and her sprites,” the prince announced. Louise paused' for a moment iu tin act of helping herself to hors d’oouvres. She glanced toward the prince. For a moment their eyes met. Louise’s lips were faintly curled. It was almost as if a challenge had passed between them. Louise devoted her attention to her guest. “First of all.” she asked, “tell me how you like my little friend?” “I think she is charming,” John an swered without hesitation. “We went to a supper club last night and stayed there till about half past three.” “Really,” said Louise, “I am not sure that I approve of this! A supper club with Sophy until half i>ast three iu the morning!” He looked at her quickly. “You don't mind?” “My dear man, why should I mind?” she returned. “It is exactly what I hoped for. You have come up to Lion don with a purpose. You have an ex periment to make, an experiment in living,” “Tin- greater part of my expert inent." he pointed out, "needs the helj of only one person, and that person 1: you.” She moved a little uneasily In hei chair. It might have been his fancy but he imagined that she glanced un iler her eyelids toward the prince ot St-yre. The prince, however, hat turned almost ostentatiously awaj from her. He was leaning across thi table, talking to Faraday. “You have not lost your gift ol plain speech,” she observed. "So tie lightful in Cumberland and Utopia so impracticable here 1” “Then since we can't find Utopia come back to Cumberland,” he sug gested. A reminiscent smile played for ti moment about her lips. “I wonder,” she murmured, “whethei I shall ever again see that dear, won derful oltl house of yours, and the mist on the hills, and the stars shining here and there through it, and the moon coming up in the distance!” “All these things you will see again,’’ he assured her confidently. “It is be "1 “I Want to See You Alone," He Said. "When Can I?” cause I want you to see them again that I am here.” "Just now. at this minute. I feel a longing for them." she whispered, look ing across the table, out of the win dow, to the softly waving trees. At the close of the luncheon for a moment she and John were detached from the others. "1 want to see you alone," he said under his breath. “When can I?" She hesitated. "I am so busy!” she murmured. "Next week there are rehearsals nearly every minute of the day.” “Tomorrow.” John said insistently. "Yon have no rehearsals then. I must see you. I must talk to you without this crowd." It was his moment. Her half formed resolutions fell away before the compelling ring in his voice and the earnest pleading in his eyes. "I will he in," she promised, “tomor row at six o'clock." After the departure of her guests, Louise stood before the window of her drawing room, looking down into the street. She saw tile prince courteously motion John to precede him into his waiting automobile. She watched un til the car took its place in the sheam of traffic and disappeared. The sense of uneasiness which had brought her to the window was unaccountable, but it seemed in some way deepened by their departure together. Then a voice from just behind startled her. It was Graillot, who had returned noiselessly mu mi' i u »iu. "I returned,” he explained. “An im pulse brought me back. A thought came into my mimi. f wanted to share it with you as a proof of the sentiment which I feel exists between us. It is my firm belief that the same thought, in a different guise, was traveling through your mind, as you watched the departure of your guests.” She motioned him to a place upon the couch, close to where she had already seated herself. “Come,” she invited, “prove to me that you ‘ire a thought reader!” He sa,k back in his corner. His hands, with their short, stubby fingers, were clasped in front of him. His eyes, wide open and alert, seemed fixed upon her with the ingenuous inquisitiveness of a child. “To begin, then, I find our friend, the prince of Seyre, a most interesting, I might duiost say fascinating, study.” Louise did not reply. After a mo ment’s pause, he continued. “Among the whole- aristocracy of France there was no family so loathed and detested as the seigneurs of Seyre at the time of the revolution. Those at the chateau in Orleans and others who were arrested in Paris, met their death with singular contempt and calm, lingerie of Seyre, whose character in my small way I have studied, is of the same breed.” Louise took up a fan which lay on the table by her side, and waved it carelessly in front of her face. “One does so love,” she murmured, ■ to hear one’s friends discussed in a friendly spirit 1” “It is because Eugene of Seyre is a friend of yours that 1 am talking to you in this fashion,” Graillot contin ued. “You have also another friend— this young man from Cumberland." “Well?” “In him,” Graillot went on, “one per ceives all the primitive qualities which So to the making of splendid manhood, physically he is almost perfect, for ■ which alone we owe him fl <leht of i gratitude. lie has. if I judge him rightly, all the qualities possessed hy men who have been brought up free from the taint of cities, from the smear of our spurious overcivilization. He is chivalrous and unsuspicious. He is also, unfortunately for him, the enemy of the prince.” Louise laid down her fan. She no longer tried to conceal her agitation. “Why are you so melodramatic?” she ' | demanded. “They have scarcely spo ken. This is, I think, their third meet ; ing.” j “When two friends,” Graillot de clared, “desire the same woman, then gil^of friendship that there may have been between them is buried. When two others, who are so far from being friends that they possess opposite qualities, opposite characters, opposite ; characteristics, also desire the same | woman—” ] “Don’t!” Louise interrupted, with a sudden little scream. “Don’t! You | are talking wildly. You must not say : such things!” Graillot leaned forward. He shook • his head very slowly; his heavy hand I rested upon her shoulder. I,. Do you think that Louise has been too close a friend to the prince? And is John Strange wey, with his old-fashioned ideas of rectitude, a fool to be letting himself fall head over heels in love with her? (TO BE CONTINUED.) CIGAR AS OPIUM SUBSTITUTE Aiding in Redemption of China, Where Natives Are Now Frequently Seen Smoking Their Cheroots. The cigar is (loins a large part in j the redemption of China. It is no un common thing to see a native smoking j his cheroot, which promises to enjoy j the favor once bestowed on opium. The import of cigars into various Chinese ports has been greatly on the increase in the last few years, and now j amounts to about S3HO.OOO annually. Of this trade four-fifths normally is through Hongkong. There has been j a marked increase in the quantity of j Dutch-made cigars used in South China and other portions of the Far | East during the last year or more, j where, for various reasons, Philippine | cigars have been losing in favor. Previous to the outbreak of the war in Europe considerable quantities of cheap cigars were sold in China and the Far East through German firms in Hongkong, and a German cigar fac tory was operated in Hongkong for the manufacture of cheap cigars for the | Chinese trade and also for export to i Europe. This factory is still operated under Chinese control. New Talking “Movies.” Application has been made for a i patent on a very elaborate device j which would produce a combination of : the cinematograph and the phonograph to give us moving pictures wherein the i characters not only move but speak, j The idea of such pictures is not new. brrt the difficulties of synchronizing have hitherto proved insurmountable. l’»y synchronizing is meant the exact : coincidence of the motion picture, pro- I jected by one machine, with the speech i supposed to proceed from the char acters, which is produced by quite an- 1 other. Unless the speech comes at the right Instant, the result is laugh able rather than impressive. In the proposed device the actual speech of the character is transmitted by wire less telephone to a phonograph whose complex receiving mechanism Is syn chronized with the movements of the moving picture camera. Knows When to Quit. Handled intelligently, a mule is a most willing worker; but there are a few unwritten laws that cannot be transgressed with impunity. A mule will seldom make more than two at J tempts to move a load. On the first j strain he will throw his whole force into the collar, and a mule can pull 50 per cent more in relation to his weight than a horse. Science is again dumb at the question whence comes that lat i ent force which neither horse nor ass j possesses. After a short rest the mule i will make a second attempt, but this ; is seldom as sustained as the first. If ! the load still refuses to move the team ! might as well be unhitched. At times the' mules will not even exert enough | force on a third attempt to move an empty wagon. Smoke Cigars by Electricity. In tobacco factories and also in many show-window displays it Is found de sirable to have an electromechanical device which will smoke cigars in a similar fashion to that followed by mankind in general, says the Electrical | Experimenter. A flexible cord plugged | into the nearest electric-light socket supplies the miniature motor with power to drive a multiple-vane blower, his blower creates a back draft, and thus the perfectos of doubtful vintage may be smoked rapidly and naturally, I The resulting length and character of the ash are noted by tobacco experts. Rough Stough. To Indicate some of the difficulties that our language presents to foreign ers, a subscriber sends us this; “I sat on the bough of a tree and began to cough, having some dough in my mouth and my feet in a trough. I was not thoroughly tired, though roughly used. 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Uncle Hez presented a sorry spec tacle when Newt met him in the road one day. “What has happened to you?” in quired the writer. “I wuz up t’ Sim Spradin's and drank a couple o' dippers o' laird cider.” “I see—” "On my way hack here I cross I the bridge over Gander creek—" “Uh-huh:—” “And just ns i reached the middle of the bridge I heard a splash?” “What made the splash?” “Well, there was a man flounderin’ about in the water, and when I I >. < d around to see who it wuz. denied if it wuzn't me.”—Pittsburgh Chronicle. Of Course They Would. Election time was drawing near and an enthusiastic politician was address ing his constituents in a fr ■. I speech. Not a few of his assertions, reduced to cold thought. wore diamet rically opposed to one anotlier. hut eaeh proposal was received with ap plause. A jnrlge turned to his • m. panion and said: This reminds m- of the Irish leader who was cheering ids men on to battle. "Min.” said h "ye are on the verge of battle, an' I want to ask ye before ye start. \\ill yea fight or will yez r in?" “We will," came a i horus of eager replies. “Which wifi ye* do?" says he. “We will not." says they. “Aha, thank ye, me min." says he. “I thought ye would.”—Philadelphia Ledger. Excrutiatingly Suggestive. Jo a mining district where a great nit.ny soldiers are now quartered they are very kind to the Tommies and g< t up all sorts of entertainments, for their benefit. The other week-end the following notice was posted upon the door of the halt: “On Saturday evening a potato pie supper will he given to the soldiers in the district. Subject for Sunday eve ning, ‘A Night of Agony.’ ” Pessimistic. “All Gaul was divided into three parts.” “Automobilists, motorcyclists and pedestrians, I suppose.” All things come to him who waits— bad Tuck included. war A Call to Your Grocer will bring a package of Grape-Nuts «• A delicious, Healthful food and a pleas* ing lesson in economy. 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