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THE HILLM
Am Unusual L©¥© Story
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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
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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
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“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.)
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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. Wasn’t that tough?”—Youth’s
Companion.
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A Temperance Lesson.
Newton Newkirk, who has hr. .
amusing newspaper readers for a mr
ber of years by chronicling the lining'
of rural folks in the Bingville Bug
studies local color in the Maine \
lages during his vacation periods.
On one of the trips he formed the
acquaintance of an old resident who
had the reputation of being inordinate
ly fond of cider.
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.
There’s a Reason*1