TIIK Hr'.K ! OMAHA. SI' Nil AY, JANUARY 22. 1922. R M JACK AND JILL M Oi link nrxt week, confided Jill-gul to Jack, a they luxuriated m ih litHiitf room tne rvniinu, "V hl nuket you lliiuk thai? I'm Iways lurky 1 luve such on-tler-w.le, honry." "You're swer 1 at bonbons, Hg boy. But O.ii U rrHy itoing to be a von. (terful, (real bonanza u( ome tort!" "Bonanza, or banana, dm Lie dear they're both urlcome. I like 'era all. Where did you get tliii new hunch? It it that Ijinom frmininc iniuiiion we rri about in the novels and never see in real life?" lie Inquired wiili a chuckle, "No, dear. I went to the gipie ilown at the Tillage today, itli Clara (iraydon. and e had otir palm read. The old woman was marvel en r "Huhl Fortune told? My good ne, what suprrstiiion! Girls are the lunniett thing-,!" Jack u reading mime suull pamphlet and dropped his eyei to the type again as lie made this l'arthian thot. "You're a 'mean thine Of enune. one 4n't believe all they say, but these old gipsies do have some Stransre power, dear." vv hat else did she tell , you, he said I was going on a long iey, insiric ot another few . and that I would he ac. panied by a dark, handsome ack preened his feathers a bit at Well, t.he saw jour wedding g, and that you are very voune id that you re a blonde, and it's iiiiinjr vacation time, and she .uesscU that your husband was f Jill looked up demurely. run you auimt it wait nunci reading to say 'handsome?'" she aked, dimpling.- "Or was she wrong there, too?" "Oh, tihuclcs," said Jack, with superiority. "I'm not a prize beauty. l!ut what else did she tell you?" "She said next week would be a Kir,ii mug 10 invest 111 mocks ana that you would make your fortune if you invested in oil securities." "Well, that is the limit!" declared Jack. "If she knows so much about them why doesn't she invest the money she makes fortune-tell-ing, and then she wouldn't have to ride around in a dirty dd wagon and tell fortunes." "I don't care what you. say, I be lieve we will have luck anyway, so there!" ' , , Then Jill devoted herself to her sewing, while Jack continued read ing his pamphlet and jotting down names on slips of paper until bed time. Next afternoon when he came come Jill greeted him with a suspi cious glint in her eye. "What's this funny pamphlet, dear?" she asked him. "It's what you were reading last night. I found it. all marked up with a pencil, in the pocket of your dressing gown." Jack reddened and. looked a, .bit unhappy. . " v J "That's just a 'dope sheet-for the "ponies.' " ' ,. " ' "What on earth do you mean by that? Something ' to do with opium?" "Worse than that! It. cost me $20 today!" f "Why, Jack, I doif't Understand." "Well, one of the fellows bought it yesterday and let me have it. It's a list of winners, as predicted by a race expert, and I followed his ad vise today and not a single horse he named won!" , Jill pursed her lips and shook her head. "You wicked man. Gambling! And . . Jack, do you mean to say that you were superstitious enough to follow some gambler's advice with real money?" "Well, Jim Harkins said he'd won $200 doinjr it this last week." "Dear, I thought you were a busi ness man and didn't believe in for tune tellers. If this gambler knew so much why didn't he save the cost of printing this booklet and bet on the horses himself and become rich the way you suggested for the old gipsy." Jack scowled and then laughed in embarrassment. "I guess you're right, honey. You should have paid that old woman a little bit more for she put the gipsy curse on your dark handsome hus band this week. I wonder what will happen next week?" "You're going to be lucky for I'll tear up any more of these race charts and just think of the money you'll save!" Have You a Cold? Listen . to the Advice of Sir James London, Jan. 21. "When you sniff, always smile, and always smile whether you are sniffling or net," said Sir James Dundas-Grant, nose and throat specialist, at the Y. M. C. A. Other points of advice were: Never scratch your ears. Don't use nasal douches too often. Gargle" the throat as often as you like. Cough as silently and as little as possible. . , Keep away from cold when the . throat is sore. "When you're a cold in your head," added Sir James, "stand in hot water and sponge with cold water." Cleveland Woman Will Enter Race for Senator Cleveland, Jan., 21. The first Ohio woman to come forward as candidate for election as United States senator is Mrs. Virginia Dar lington Green, senior member of the Cleveland board of education, who has announced her candidacy. Mrs. Green will run as an inde pendent, with no party affiliation fid will conduct her own campaign. Body of Chinaman Will ( Be Taken to Native Land Pocatello, Idaho, Jan. 21. Funeral services for Hong Kee, the pioneer Chinese business man of Pocatel'o, were conducted from the Presby terian church, with Rev. R. J. Phipps presiding. The body lay in state until Monday, when it was taken to San Francisco. It will be taken to Hoackong, China, for burial TWENTY-FOUR LESSONS IN PIANO PLAYING ELEVENTH LESSON: B MAJOR H.floW.'a Mine M M l i lt It It ) M't) right. I .'i, by tk-uit Unite, (M'runiun, I'm.) Lesson No. 11 Th key of 0 Major l rtva lir, a tml fin number, but wUH thia chart u tan lrn the rhythmic i timl a mHy you did tin of ih key of C, wbu h has neUlwr hrp nur rum, I'rtuti i hi lr! yu iur furm aiiuiti.ittMtetua 19 melodies In Ih" key of H Mjf, INUTHt'iTlnN ffc.t Ilia churl niHr the l)turii Vf j,i4nu ,f org-Aft h that Ota small leit?r U with it dli ! ii, at tha twitum tt Hi chart, u dire, ity ever ih key l on the ky board. 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The amua to tha ay underatanding of iiiA4glatin from on key to another t opened, and the t i rn.-u It ! mora anally aurmounted by tha knowledge obtained throufh tha aid of Urova'a eaay lioma ieMona, Kvery ii-aiher and advaord acholar In namii! know, or altould know, that modulation rannot b understood without thrut,tl knowh hI of rhnrde, their Inversion and nude, with their poaitlon. Every triad in bU' k btter I loaiked I. 3. i. AUye read It o, 110 nutter in what tertital order tha not' may be written. Note that tha iiil letter 1 with a dth above It mut not ba pUved, NKXT LKHON' Q fhaip Minor, ahull i Ih relativa of B niajor. unytiid Key of RRvPhflrps or Seven 0)5.0 M I i;iLiL('.fifii I ill I pi I p nil h M m lDrllinnninanr THE FULFILLER By CHARLES SAXBY (Continued front rie Oee.) Up the slope the ponies were quiet again and, the only sound between their sentences was that drip-drip o' the moisture distilling in the alchemy of the oaks. An eerie place, and il struck again into Maynard's veins with a slight chill. In all this amo- I housness himself and the rock on which he sat seemed the only solidi ties; even the other man might- have been but a wraith. "It certainly poultices one," h; f.grced, delighted once more that they should so comprehend each other. "And after all, we know so little of what may lie within us to bt poulticed out," the other went on. "All we know is that those two got what they claim to have asked." "Asked of what " demanded Mayn i.rd swiftly, and there was a silent in terval, as if pondering, before the other replied. Who knows? As you said :t poultices one. Perhaps of an im pginaton of some principle of ful fillment that may lie within each oi us. We think that we know so much. hut m reality we do not even kno-v how we fulfill our most ordinary desires." "Our dc.'i:s," the stranger went on, his voice coming somberly through a fresh access of vapor. "those thorny crowns of our youth; those pursuing hounds of thai heaven which is said to lie within us s-.11. And most of us seem content with lapdogs." "We take what we can get," Maynard interjected, almost with a feeling, of .self-defense. "Exactly," came the cool, response "But this legend of the Giver or the Fulfiller, one meets it in so many lands, told in so many tongues; but one never meets any mention of one who asked it for anything really worth having. The stories always end in a tragedy of their own meager-' r.ess." '"They ask for what they want." "For what they want! Elias Tol ley, Tetcr Gurney; offered whatso ever they ask, even to freedom itself and the one demands his mother's rent, the other a girl, for the beating of whom he - was sent to jail last month." There was a touch of scorn in the tencs that came through the mist, as if the speaker were wearied of little ness. From off amongst the oaks the hoot of an owl followed it like an echo of derision. Maynard had an uncomfortable impression that1 that scorn, that echoing jeer from the place itself, were somehow di rected at him. "They asked for what they be lieved in," he argued, still vaguely on the defensive. "There are few 6urer tests of a man's faith than to offer him whatever he may ask. After all how do we know that we would do any better ourselves?" "Just for instance, now; what would you ask for if you met this mysterious stranger?", the other laughed, and Maynard, to his sur rise, found the answer rushing to his lips. "For the Tolley chair." It bad come out apparently with out his own volition, and following it came a laugh, at his own expense, that startled him by its harshness. "You see, we are all of little faith," he grated. "But then, that chair, to me, would be the gateway to so much, much more." "Ah, yes to so much, much more." Maynard could not be sure if it were really the other who spoke, or if those words were just the echo of his own, thrown back to him by the increasing mist. Whichever it had been, there was withdrawal in them, and finality as well, as though this young stranger were completely through with him, , almost already gone, in fact, without the formality of a physical departure. He sprang to his feet with a shout. "Here wait for me don't go and leave me here." So strong had been the impression of crying to empty air that it was with relief that he heard an answer coming amusedly back. "I'm still here, the mist hid me for a moment, that was all. If you wait a while longer it will clear and you can find your way back as easily as you came." "But can't I go with you?" May nard asked, loath to be left alone. "Wait a little while and you will find it all right. I go a way that you could not follow. Goodby." "Au revoir," Maynard called, and the laugh of farewell that rang back told him that the other was already on his way. Those poultices of-night and cir cumstance were playing strange tricks on Maynard. For a moment as he stood there, listening to those footsteps retreating in the same sur prising sureness with which they had come, he had a sensation of be ing suddenly enormous. Enormous almost to infinitude, he seemed, and those irrevocably retreating foot steps might have been going down into unsuspecting depths within himself. But such things would not do. and he huddled over the fire, striving again for that "grip on himself as he wondered what collegiate Kork ledgc would say if it knew the things that its official guardian of the arts was capable of feeling. As he warmed his cold hands there came a comforting scnc of ordinari ness, together with a touch of anger at this cool young denizen of the moor, who left a stranger in such a predicament. A rather theatric young man. with his entrances, his exits, and his metaphysics. The most hopeful thing about him had been his prophecy of clearing weather. Whoever he might be, the fellow was at least acquainted with the im ports of those fickle skies. It was but a dew mist, after all; a blanket which the moor . pulled over itself against the first chill of night. As earth and air equalized their tem perature there came rents in that luminous opaqueness all about. Glimpses of more distant oaks, in terminable aisles shot through with the mystery of the moon. Like dow.i dropping veils, the mist wreathed from the branches, sinking away in to the holes between the rocks. Stamping out the remnants of his fire, Maynard started back on his un safe way. It was with relief that he at last left the heather, feeling his feet once more upon the narrow confines of the lane to Hanger-Down. A will-o'-the-wisp of a light bobbed at the gate, and as he came abreast of it he saw it was a lantern carried by Elias Tolley. "I was awaiting for you to come back along," the boy babbled, loom ing above the yellow light in gro tesque eagerness. ''Did you see un?" "I met a gentleman," Maynard smiled. "Just like me, he looks," Elias pursued. And -Maynard, with amused cha grin, realized that he, too, must answer on that single point of agree ment of all those who had been be nighted in the wood. "It cannot have been the same one, then; the man I met looked pretty much like myself." Maynard slept late the next morn ing; so late that in Mrs. Stook's demeanor as she brought his break fast there lurked a certain adamant of censure. "Perhaps you will parding it's not being quite as good as might be, sir," she said, with elaborate civility, "seeing how it's stood." It was with indefinable depression that Maynard sat down at the table, irritated that on this, his last day there, Dartmoor should turn a frown ing face. The witcheries of the night had fled and the moor was grimly material under a smother of gray rain. Yet there was a sense of stir upon the road outside as, one after an other. the farm carts went by in the direction of Princestown. Stolidly padding as they went, their drivers bent against the storm, and Maynard remembered that this was the day of rent paying to that overshadowing duchy. Catching his glance, Mrs. Stook answered it with an almost uncanny intuition. "Mrs. Tolley is late today, sir. But then, well she might be, poor soul, seeing that notorious rain and that she has to traipse it on her own two feet." So they had been watching for Mrs. Tolley to pass on that . road without. Probably the whole moor was watching, in that hidden sense of the dramatic of which the young stranger had spoken. Maynard could visualize the throng about the inn, taciturn amongst their steaming po nies, speaking stolidly of other things while their eyes strained furtively down the road for a sight of that solitary woman. "Aye, good and late, se is," Mrs. Stook nodded, not without a certain relish. "Most usual it's she as is the first, but today" Her pause had the effect of drama, too, reminding him of the things she was not saying; that, to the whole, watching Moor, today was to be "the test" for Mrs. Tolley's mysteri ous rent. . And la?t night against this dreary smother of the rain-swept road, last night seemed irretrievably gone, al most to be ashamed of under the light of day. That spectral wood, with its mysteries of mist, was wiped out. Even though he walked to it he would find nothing but a few acres of rocks and dripping oaks, stark under the weeping skies. He had an uncomfortable conviction of having made an ass of himself in his conversation with that stranger. There were so many other things he ni'ght have said; his brain filled with J them, scintillating sentences all marked with the dismal sign oi the unuttcred and too late. The confines of the room irked him; better the driving wet outside, if only to escape the mane stare of those purple china spaniels on the mantel. Except the road, all sense of direction was wiped out, the Tors all bidden in the gray wrack that permitted only a narrow circle of vision. I'riucc&town. with its rent day throng, repelled him, so perforce he turned downhill towards the Vale of Dart. Dart Bridge, its elm trees looming through the obscuring rain; beyond them, the iane to Hanger-Down. Why he turned into it Maynard could hardly say; it was certainly in no intention of renewing bis attack upon the Tolley chair. That also seemed to be gone; like all the time he had spent here on the Moor, swallowed up by that swift pursuit of the past which devours each moment almost before one can grasp at it. It was more a certain inertia, the push of an idea that had be come almost a habit, which pro pelled him to the door of the farm. Rain lashed, crouched against the lee of the down, the place looked more hopeless than' ever, and he wondered -that any could be found willing to wrest a living from those fields. That was the pride of these moorland people, he knew; that des perate clinging to 'the position of landholder, lacking which they must sink to the ignominy of service to others. His rap on the door echoed back to him with almost ridiculousness; even if Mrs. Tol!ey were within, how would he explain his coming here again when he could not ex plain it even to him'self. The ex traordinary circles of life and their unseen connections. Elsie Ltthrop, the Benbrook gallery, Mrs. Ira and himself, 7,000 miles away, knocking on the door of this isolated Dart moor cottage. It was Elias who opened to him, the sterile childishness of his face underlaid by a glow of excitement, which faded at sight of Maynard. "Eh, it's you. Us thought as 't was Squire Bragdon come down from Princestown." Then the glow mounted again in recovered con fidence. "But he'll come, you'll seo. In little while he'll be a-grummaging down so fast as un's mare can trot. Come you in. It was the same room in which Maynard had first seen the Tolley chair, even as he saw it now, lording it over the threadbare neatness of its surroundings. The sight of it awoke again in him the desire to carry it off and enshrine it in some more worthy place. Then, as he looked at the woman, even the chair faded, for it was she who was the real pres ence. As she sat there, black clad, bleakly immobile, she was like some priestess at a temple which, its altars already , flickering to extinction, waited mutely for the touch of the vandal. For her that touch had al ready come, he felt; she was merely as .a mourner who waits the removal of the body. He could imagine her and Elias, with their meager baggage piled on a neighbor's cart, passing dispossessed out into the rain, the poignancy of their going slimed by the grin of that tragedy of pigs. Yet he realized, too, something of what that young stranger had meant when he spoke of the moor people's sense of the art of a situation. The barrenness of it made this drama of the Tolleys a perfect thing, rooted in soil and tradition old as that age less moor and the centurie,s of the crown. He had been viewing it from his own angle of the chair, but he saw now that to these people of the waste the crux of it was that quar terly miracle of the Tolley rent, with its suggestion , of something older even than the soil, more potent than the crown itself. A' false touch would have marred the classic sever ity of its outlines; even death would have been too final, for the harrow of this was the going on. It was Elias who saved the mo ment from becoming intolerable; gazing out through the rain drenched panes, he gave a cry of triumph. "I told you so it's him. I'd swear to Squire Bragdon's mare if 't was so dark as the Pit 'isself. Now us'll see." The rattle of wheels down the lane, a splash of hoofs in its pools; the feeling of an overbearing per sonality about to descend on them, a grating voice with a sort of jovhl snarl in it "Hah so that's you, Elias, is it? What's all this hev? Mrs. Tolley not got her rent what?" There was no change in the woman. Looking at her carven calm, Maynard dimly saw the high gods at whose altars she had so long been servitor. The grim lords of Poverty, Anxictv, and inexorable Decay, the only flame of appeasement left on their shrine being that unavailing witch fire of Elias' optimism. It was almost a relief when the agent bi'stlcd in, shedding bis overcoat, the I lump flortdness of his face height ened by a varnish of rain. "What this, Mrs. Tolley?" ht railed at her, in a savage humor. "Your black magic hocus-pocus gone back on you hey? Two hundred years ago and you'd have been burned as a witch. What d'ye mean by bringing m all this way? Why weren't you at Princestown?" As he listened Maynard half for gave, seeing that the man was secret ly ill at ease, blustering against those superstitions which his posi tion forbade him to recognize, but none the less ingrained in him by a lifetime of the Moor. Looking at the three figures against the back ground of that room, he wondered again how he himself came to be there. Bragdon, like a high-colored print of the conventional, fox-hunting squire, bellowing himself to a conviction of his proper estate; Elias, with a pallor almost luminous in its expectancy, as though he look ed for a shower xl fairy gold from the cracked ceiling; Mrs. Tolley as the woman rose Maynard almost shrank from the desolation of her face. "There is nothing in the lease that compels us to come to Princestown, Mr. Bragdon," she was saying. "It reads that the rent shall be paid each quarter day, upon demand. It ha3 not been demanded of me yet." "What's this, a female lawyer a woman Daniel in judgment, what?" Bragdon bullied back. "Not demand hey? Well, I demand it. Have you got it? Tell me that, woman." "One moment," she said. Maynard never forgot the coldness of the fingers that closed about his wrist, nor the sights and smells of the little hallway into which they drew him. 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