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, . , ! 1 :i NOT THE 8AM E PARTY. Clergyman Romomber, my friend, "whom Ood knth joined together, let no man put asunder." Rocker After Divorce Kr It was n JustlcD of tho ponce. A Cynical Synonym. "Poor Myrn Kelloy," Bald n mnga rlno (vlltor nt tho Authors' club In Kuw York, "was almost ua distressed oh Mr. Carncgio nt tho spirit of tirnft mid crookedness rampant among iib. "The young writer, at n dlnnor of mngnr,Ino contributors, Bald that wo worshiped wealth that was our trou ble. Then bIio crystallized her mean ing In nn anecdote. "Sho eald that one man asked an other: " "What position does Dlank hold In the community?' "'A very honorable position was tho rciily. "Is ho wealthy?' " 'Woalth and honor,' said tho other, 'nro synonymous terms in America to day." " At tho Bovine Faucets. "I Bout my llttlo boy on his first visit to tho country last week," Bald n Wash ington Holghta milk dealer. "Although my boyhood was passed on thu old farm, Willie has grown to the age of Might in tho city. Ho had been watch ing Undo HoKckiau milk the cow on bin first evening, and when he re turned to tho house hlu aunt asked him: "'In Undo Uozvdo through milking yet, WIlllo?' '"Not yet answered Willie. 'Ho Ima finished two faucets and has Just began on tho other two.' " Casey at the Dat. Thin famous poom is contained in tho Coca Cola Raseball Record Book for 1010, togcthor with records, schedules for both leagues nnd other valuablo baseball information compiled by nil i.iorltics. This Interesting book sent by tho Coca Cola Co., of Atlanta, da on receipt of 2c stamp for postage. Also copy of their book'.ot "Tho Truth About Coca Cola" which tells all about this delicious boverogo and why It Is no pure, wholesome and refreshing. Aro yon ever hot tired thirsty? Drink Coca Coin It is cooling, ro llovea fntlguo nnd quenches tho thirst. At soda fountains and carbonated iu bottles go OTorywhoro. A Motor Boat. Anybody that likes can havo a mo tor boat of his own. Just mako a thin plcco of wood, or a calling card into the shape of n boat nnd put a notch In tho stern. Put n plcco of common cam phor gum Into the notch so that It reaches below tho bottom of tho boat. Then put tho boat into a pan of clean wnter. It will move steadily forward as the camphor dissolves. Tho water must bo perfectly clean and there must bo no grease of any kind on tho insido of Uio pan or on your lingers nr tho oiporlment may bo spoiled. Btayi or Omo cjtt or Toledo. I.UCAB OOUNTT. f " Krank J. Cusr nukm cfttli thnt lio la rrnlor Iimner of Iho Orm of F. J. Ciiesky A Co,, dolnis untnw In toe City ot Tolrdci. County ami MMo atnrRMld. anil that mkl firm will pay ttm mini ot NB miNDIllil) UOIXA1IS for each nmj fvcry ram nt OATAnna uuit nwuoi bo cured by tlio tun a'. 1IAU.H CATAHRll COIUL rnANK j. ciiriNr.v. flwotn to Dotorn me nr.rt subwrlbnl In my (irrstnro, this 61b Cxj of DoocmtXT, A. O.. IS85. ) I A. W. OLCAEOM iih. I NoTAiir I'enuc. Hall's Catarrb Cure ki taktn lnti-rnnllr and art.1 dlnvMly upon trto bKxd and murouH surfaces ot tb litem, t-rnd tor tmiraantaLi. free, V. J. iniUNiiY 4 CO.. TrJedo. O. Sold br all Druiorleu. lie. Tiio lull ftually lTlln fur ronatlpatloo. Such a Polite Little Boy. "Wo keep our own cow," explained tho hostess, proudly. "So we're sure of our milk." "Well," Interrupted tho small son of the guout, netting down his cup, 'Homobody'u Btutig you with a sour tow " Rather Personal. Tullmnn Only a fool makes the snmo sort of mistake tho second time. Shortman l)o you moan to Insinu ate that I ain a fool? Tallman Certainly not. Hhortman Well, I didn't know. I've boon married twico. Important to (VtothorH Kxnmlnu carctully every bottle of CASTOKIA.n safe and suro remedy for infants and children, and see that it Hears tho STv sVsi 1 "T" Signaturo of &"W7i&&& In TJso For Orcr HO Years. Tho Kind You Havo Always Bought Still a Chance. "Havo you over loved and lost?" asked tho swoct young thing. ".Vol yet," roplled tho man who had been divorced thrco times. Dr.l'lnren'a I'lcvant IVUrta nrt put tip 40 jrenrs en. Tlior rrirulalo nnd Imlfur.itu Miiuiuob, llvur ndbuwuU. Buirnr-oojUHl liny KMiiulon. Who bus a favorite sin lias a master. hard l.eui' Single Binder 5c cfaar cqu.il.-i in tpiiility mot 10c cigara. Wlien n man dries up like a mummy he usually thinks he Is a salut. THC CIRCULAR STAIRCASE KmahV . v RINZUART ILLmTMTlOHS BY nW urrrvCMT tat cr Mj-trnica SYNOPSIS. Miss Innes, spinster and gunrdlan of norttuiU' anil HnlHcy, rstnbllslicd numnipr hcmlquurlrrH nt HunnyHlili- AtntclHt ml tiioriiii.i illllioultlea the m-rvuntM ili'Hottcil. An Mint Innes locked up Tor llm night, who wuh atmtleil liy iv ilurk IIkiiic on tho vornnilu. Him paHsril u tcrnblo nlKlit, which wns filled with unseemly noises. In tho ninrnltiK Miss lnni' found u ntrmiK" link ruff button In a clothes hamper, llertruilo and Ilulney arrived with Jack llulley. The houso wuh itwnk ened hy n revolver shot. A Htimtgo mnn was found nlnit to death In tho hall. It proved to be tho body of Arnold Arm Httoiitf. whose bnnkrr father owned the country Iioiiml'. Miss Innes found ilal nry'B levoUtr on tho lawn. Ho and Jiick llnlley had disappeared Tho link euff button inyHterloiiHly dldappeared. Do teetlvo .Intnleson mid the coroner arrived. (Jurtrudo icvealed that she was eiiKai;eil to Jack Hallev. with whom hIio had talked In tho billiard tooni u fow mo menta beforu tho inurdci. CHAPTER V. Continued. "The quarrel, I believe," ho per sisted, "wns about Mr. Armstrong's conduct to you, Miss Gertrude. Ho had been paying you unwelcome at tentions." And 1 lind never Been tho man! When Bho nodded a "yea" I saw the tremendous possibilities Involved. It this dotectlvo could provo that Oer trttdo feared and disliked tho mur dered man, and that Mr. Armstrong had been annoying nnd possibly pur suing her with hateful attentions, all that, added to Gcrtrudo'fl confession of her presenco iu tho billiard room at the time of tho crime, looked strange, to say tho least. Tho promi nence of tho family assured n strenu ous effort to find the murderer, and if wo had nothing worso to look forward to, wo wero suro of a distasteful pub licity. Mr. Jnmleson shut his note-book with a snap, and thanked us. "I havo an idea," ho said, apropos of nothing nt all, "that nt any rate the ghost Is laid hero. Whatovor the rap pings havo been and the colored man says they began when the family went west thrco months ago they are like ly to stop now." Which shows how much ho knew about It. Tho ghost was not laid; with tho murder of Arnold Armstrong he, or It, only seemed to tako on fresh vigor. Mr. Jamleson left then, and when Gertrude had gono upstairs, as sho did at once, I sat and thought over what I had Just heard. Her cngagumont, onco so engrossing a matter, paled now bcsldo tho significance of her story. It Halsey and .lack Ralloy had left before tho crime, how came Hal soy's revolver In tho tulip bed? What was the mysterious cause of their sud den flight? What had Gertrude left iu tho billiard room? What was tho significance of tho cuff-link and wlicro was It? CHAPTER VI. In the East Corridor. When tho detective left ho enjoined nbsoluto secrecy on everybody In tho household. Tho Greenwood club promised tho samo thing, and as there aro no Sunduy afternoon papers, tho murder was not publicly known until Monday. The coroner himself notlllod tho Armstrong family lawyer, nnd early in the afternoon ho camo out. I had not seen Mr. Jnmleson slnco morning, but I knew ho had boon in terrogating the servants. Gertrude was locked in her room with a head nche, and I had luncheon nlono. Mr. Harton, tho lawyer, was a llttlo, thin man, and ho looked as if ho did not relish his business that day. "Thin is very unfortunate, Miss In nes," he said, aftor wo had shaken hnndB. "Most unfortunate nnd mys terious. With tho father and mother in tho west, I And everything devolves on me; and, as you can understand, it Is an unpleasant duty." "No doubt," I said absently. "Mr. Harton, 1 am going to ask you somo questions, and I hopo you will auswor them. 1 feel that I nm entitled to 1,01110 knowledge, because 1 and my family aro Just now in a most ambigu ous position." 1 don't know whether lie under stood mo or not; ho took off his glasses and wiped them. "I shall bo very happy," ho said with old-fashioned courtesy. "Thank you. Mr Harton, did Mr. Arnold Armstrong know that Sunny sido had been rented?" "I think yes, ho did. In fnct, I my Bolt told him about It." "And ho know who tho tenants wore?" "Yes." "Ho had not been living with tho family for boiiio years, I bellevo?" "No. Unfortunately, thoro had boon troublo between Arnold and his fa ther. For two years ho had lived In town." "Then it would ho unlikely that ho camo hero last night to get possession of nnythlng belonging to him?" "I should think It hardly possible" ho admitted. "To bo perfectly frank, Miss Innes, I can not think of any reason whatever for his coming horo as ho did. Ho had been staying at tho club houso across tho valley for tho last wool;, .larvls tolls mo, but that only oxplalns how ho camo hero, not why. It is n most unfortunnto family." Ho Bbook his head despondently. t5 ilni If ftm i t"""'4! I SS SZL'V ill The Quarrel, and I felt that this dricd-up llttlo man was tho repository of much that he bail not told mo. I gave up trying to elicit any information from him, and wo wont together to view tho body before it was taken to tho city. It hnd been lifted on to tho bllllard-ta-bio nnd a sheet thrown over It; oth erwise nothing had been touched. A soft hat lay beside it, and the collar of tho dinner-coat was still turned up. Tho handsome, dlsslpnted face of Ar nold Armsttong, purged of Its ugly lines, was now only pathetic. As we went In Mrs. Watson appeared at tho card-room door. "Come In, Mrs. Watson," the lawyer said. Hut sho shook her head and withdrew; sho was tho only ono In tho house who seemed to regret tho dead man, and even Bho seemed rath er shocked than sorry. llcforo Mr. Harton left, ho told mo something of tho Armstrong family. Paul Armstrong, tho father, had been married twice. Arnold was a son by tho first marriage. Tho second Mrs. Armstrong had been a widow, with a child", a llttlo girl. This child, now perhaps 20, was Louise Armstrong, having taken her stepfather's name, nnd was at present in California with tho family. "Thoy will probably return nt once," lie concluded, "and part of my errand horo to-day is to see if you will relin quish your lcaso horo In their favor." "Wo would bettor wait and bco if they wish to come," I said. "It seems unlikely, nnd my town houso Is being remodeled." At that ho let tho mat ter drop, but it camo up unpleasantly enough, later. At six o'clock tho body wa8 taken away, and nt seven-thirty, after an early dinner, Mr. Harton went. Ger trude had not coma down, and there was no news of Halsoy. Mr. Jamie- son had taken a lodging In tho vil lage, nnd I had not seen him slnco mld-nftornoon. It was about nine o'clock, I think, when tho bell rang and ho was ushered into tho living room. "Sit down," I said grimly. "Have you found a clew that will incriminate me, Mr. Jamleson?" IIo had tho grace to look uncomfort able. "No," ho said. "If you had killed Mr. Armstrong, you would havo left no clows. You would have had too much Intelligence." Aftor that wo got along better. Ho wns fishing In his pocket, nnd aftor a minuto ho brought out two scraps of paper. "I havo been to the club house," ho said, "and among Mr. Arm strong's effects, I found these. Ono Is curious; tho othur Is puzzling." Tho llrst was a sheet of club note- paper on which wns written, over and over, tho nnino "Halsoy n. Innes." it was Ilalsey's flowing signature to a dot, but it lackod Ilalsey's ease. Tho ones toward tho bottom of tho shoot wcro much better thnn tho top ones. Mr. Jnmleson smiled at my face. "His old tricks," ho said. "That ono is merely curious; this one, as I said before, is puzzling." Tho second scrnp, folded and ro- folded into n compass so tiny that tho writing had been partly obliterated, was part of a lottor tho lower half of a shcot, not typed, but written in a cramped hand. by altering tho plnns for rooms, may be posslblo. Tho boat way, In my opinion would bo to tho plan for In ono of tho rooms chim ney. That was all. "Woll?" I said, looking up. "Thoro is nothing in that, Is there? A man I Believe." ought to bo able to change the plan of his houso without becoming an ob pect ot suspicion." "There is little In the paper Itself," ho admitted; "but why should Arnold Armstrong carry that around, unless it meant something? Ho never built a house, you may be suro of that. If It is this house, it may mean anything from a secret room " "To an extra bathroom," I said scornfully. "Haven't you a thumb print, too?" "I have," he said with a smile, "and the print of a foot in a tulip bed, nnd a number of other things. Tho odd est part Is, Miss Innes, that tho thumb-mark Is probably yours and tho footprint certainly." His nudaclty was the only thing that saved me; his amused smile put me on my mettle, nnd I ripped out a perfectly good scallop before I an swered. "Why did I step into the tulip bed?" I asked with interest. "You picked up something," ho said good-humoredly, "which you tiro go ing to tell mo about later." "Am I, Indeed?" I was politely cu rious. "With this remarkable insight of yours, I wish you would tell mo where I shall llnd my four-thousand- dollar motorcar." "I was just coming to thnt," ho said. "You will find it about 30 miles away, at Andrews Station, in a black smith shop, whore it Is being re paired." I laid down my knitting then and looked nt him. "And Halsey?" I managed to Bny. "Wo nro going to exchange Infor mation," ho said. "I am going to tell you that, when you tell mo what you picked up in tho tulip bed." Wo looked steadily at each other; It was not an unfriendly stare; wo wero only measuring weapons. Then ho smiled a little and got up. "With your permission," ho said, "I am going to examine the enrd room and the stnlrcaso ugaln. You might think over my offer in tho meantime." IIo went on through tho drawing room, and I listened to his footsteps growing gradually fainter. I dropped my prctenco at knitting and, leaning back, I thought over tho last IS hours. Horo was I, Rachel Innes, spinster, n granddaughter of old John Innes of revolutionary days, a D. A. II., a Co lonial Dame, mixed up with n vulgar aud revolting crime, nnd oven at tempting to hoodwink tho law! Cer tainly I had left tho straight nnd nar row way. I was roused by hearing Mr. Jamie- son coming rnpidly back through tho drawing room. IIo stopped at tho door. "Miss Innes," ho said quickly, "will you como with mo nnd light tho east corridor? I havo fastened somebody in tho small room at tho head or the card room stairs." I Jumped up at once. "You mean tho murderer?" I gnBped. "Possibly," ho said quietly, as wo hurried together up tho stalrfl. "Somo ono was lurking on tho staircase when I went bnck. I spoke; Instoad of an answer, whoovcr it was turned and ran up. I followed It wns dark but ub I turned tho cornor at tho top a llguro darted through this door nnd closed It. Tho bolt was on my Bldo, and I pushed It forward. It is a closot, 1 think." Wo wcro in tho upper hall now. "If you will show mo tho electric switch, Miss Innes, you would better wait in your own room," Trembling as I was, I was deter mined to bco that door opened. I hnrdly knew what I feared, but bo many terrible and inexplicable things had happened that suspense was worse than certainty. "I am perfectly cool," I eald, "and I am going to remain hero." The lights flashed up along that end of tho corridor, throwing tho doorB Into relief. At tho Intersection of the small hallway with tho larger, tho cir cular Btalrcaso wound Its way up, as If it had been nn afterthought of the architect. And Just around tho cor ner, in tho small corridor, was tho door Mr. Jamleson had indicated. I wns still unfamiliar with tho house, anil I did not remember tho door. My heart was thumping wildly In my ears, but I nodded to htm to go ahead. I was perhaps eight or ten feet away aud then he threw (ho bolt back. "Como out," ho said quietly. There was no response. "Como out," ho repeated. Then I think ho hnd a re volver, but I am not suro ho stepped asldo and throw tho door open. From whero I Btood I could not sec beyond tho door, but I saw Mr. Jamie sou's faco change and heard him mut ter something, then ho bolted down tho Btalro, throe at a time. When my knees had Btopped ahaklng, I moved forwatd, slowly, nervously, until I had a partial view of what was beyond the door. It seemed at first to bo a clos et, empty. Then I went closo and ex amined it, to stop with a shudder. Whero the floor should havo been was black void and darkness, from which camo tho indescrlbablo damp smell of tho cellars. Mr. Jamleson had locked somebody in the clothe3 chute. As I leaned over I fancied I heard a groan or wa3 it tho wind? CHAPTER VII. A Sprained Ankle. I was panic-stricken. As I ran along tho corridor I was confident that tho mysterious intruder and probablo mur derer had been found, and that ho lay dead or dying at tho foot of tho chute. 1 got down tho staircase some how", and through the kitchen to tho basement stairs. Mr. Jamleson had been before me, and tho door stood open. Llddy was Btandlng In tho mid dle of tho kitchen holding a frying pan by the handle as a weapon. "Don't go down there," she yelled, when she saw mo moving toward tho basement salrs. "Don't you do It, Miss Rachel. That Jamleson's down there now. There'B only troublo comes of hunting ghosts; they lend you into bottomless pits and tilings like that. Oh, Miss Rachel, don't" as I tried to get past her. She was interrupted by Mr. Jamie Bon's reappearance. Ho ran up tho stairs two at a time, and his face was Hushed and furious. "The whole place Is locked," he said angrily, "Where's tho laundry key kept?" "It's kept In tho door," Liddy snnpped. "That whole end of tho col lar Is kept locked, so nobody can got nt tho clothes, and then tho key's left in the door, so that unless n thief Bolted Down Stairs, Three at a Time. was as blind as as somo detectives, ho could walk right In." "Llddy," I said Hharply, "como down with us nnd turn on all tho lights." Sho offered her resignation, as us ual, on tho spot, but I took her by tho arm, aud sho camo along finally. Sho switched on nil tho lights and pointed to a door Just ahead. "That's tho door," she said sulkily. "Tho key's in it." Hut tho key wub not in It. Mr. Jnmleson shook It, but It wns a heavy door, well locked. And then ho stooped and began punching around the key hole wltli tho end of a lead pencil. When ho stood up his faco was exul tant. "It's locked on tho inside." ho said In ri 1ittf trtm-a rPlirnr In n(tinln.1,i 4 ' tit 4 vj? twuu niviu in auutuuwu III there." "Lord havo mercy!" gasped Llddy, nnd turned to rin. (TO HE CONTINUED.) Where It Goea, "Thnt mau rondo an immenso for tune out of a Blmplo llttlo Invention." "Indeed! What did ho invont?" "In vont? Nothing, you dub! Ho was the promoter!" iBmI life Jj rT AN ACHING BACK Means Weak Kidneys. Woll kidneys Alter tho blood of uric acid and other impurities. When the kidneys nro elck, wasto matter accu mulates and backache, headacho nnd urinary troubles re BUlL To eliminate tho nehes nnd paitis you must euro tho It i d n 0 y b . Doan's Kidney Tills cure sick kidneys, nnd euro thom perma nently. J. N. Markhntu, Montesano, Wash says: "Kidney trou blo camo on mo grad ually and before long I was suffering from dropsy. My body bloated and my flesh was soft and flabby. I tired easily and suffered severely from pain in my back. Doan'o Kidney PIHb cured mo and I am today in much bottci health." Remember tho name Doan'o. For salo by all dealerB. CO cents a box. Fostcr-Mllburn Co., Buffnlo, N. Y. ONE REASON FOR STATUES Not Altogether Devoid of Common Sence Was Answer Given to Inquisitive Child. A Washington dentist praised en thusiastically tho respect paid to the memory of Horace Wells by tho French goYcrnracnf. It has erected recently a etntuo of him in tho Place des Etata Unls, in Paris, and tho un veiling ceremony In March was at tended by distinguished scientists from all over tho world. "Professor Wells," said tho dentist, "wns born In Hartford in 1815. Ho was a pioneer in tho uso of nitrous oxide gas in dental operations to prevent pain, nnd for hiB discoveries in anaes thesia ho may bo regarded as a bene factor to mankind. "Wells has been dead DO years, antl France Ib the first a tardy first to acknowledge tho importance of his discovery, nnd raise a tribute to his almost forgotten memory. This caso reminds me of a conversation between a llttlo boy and his father. '"Why aro statues erected to fa mous men, father?" Bald the child. "'So that they may becoreo known, dear was the answer." A Horse Lover. James It. Keene, who is noted no less as a horseman than as n financier, said at a luncheon nt his Ccdarhursl residence: "My lovo of horses has been a great comfort to mo all my life. I havo al ways kept my liorses in their place, though. I haven't allowed them to in terfere with my business. "Somo men carry their lovo of horses altogether too for. Such a one was a young father who stood, with his fair wife, beforo tho crib ot their first born. "isn't ho wonderful?' tho young mother cried. 'Did you ever see any thing liko him at twenty-six months?" " 'Matcrnnl love Is all very well,' tho father retorted, Impatiently, 'but plcaso don't try to compare It with a two-year-old thoroughbred.' " Jimmy's Definition. "What io geography?" askod tho father, who was testing his son's prog ress In study. "Geography," replied llttlo Jimmy JIggs, "is what you put Inside your trousers when you think you nro going to get a whipping." Sunday Magazine of. Los Angeles Times. An Economist. "Do you mean to tell mo you enjoy being fat?" "Yes," answered the philosophic citi zen. "I got moro transportation for my money when 1 buy a railway tickot." Placarded. A pretty good Joke was that played on a rotund alderman, who wnndercd about tho streets bearing a placard on his broad back Inscribed: "Widened at tho expense or tho cor potation." Tit-Kits. It is pleasant to think that tho peo ple who mako gateways to tho heav only road novor get nny farther on It. r A Taste A Smile And satisfaction to the last mouthful Post Toasties There's pleasure in every package. A trial will show the fascinating flavour. Served right from the pack age with cream or mill: and sometimes fruit fresh stewed. or "The Memory Lingers" Pkgs. 10c and ISc. Sold by Grocers, Postum Cereal Co., Ltd. Kattlo Creek, Mich. 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