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The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1913-01-10

beach, about three squares nom mere
watching the Riddles play In the sand.
didn't feel like driving just then. II
was mighty soothing, too"
Rupert stared at him. q dry I'M
willing smile slowly crinkling his dark
face.
Maybe, Darling" he drawled. and
turned to make his own preparations.
Fascinated and useless, Dick looked
on at the methodical furry OF the next
few moments: until Lestrange was In
his seat and Rupert swung In beside
him. Then q gesture summoned him
to the side of the machine.
T'll run In again before we race.
of course" said Lestrange to him,
above the deafening noise OF the mo-
tor. BE around here; want to see
you"
Rupert leaned out, all good-humor
once more as he pointed to the ma
chine.
Got a healthy talk. what?" he ex-
ulted.
The car darted forward.
A long round of applause welcomed
Lestrange's swooping advent on the
track. Handkerchiefs and scarfs were
waved; his name passed from mouth
to mouth.
Popular, amt he?" chuckled a me-
chanic next to Dick. They don't for
get that Georgia trick, no, sir"
1t was not many times that the
cars could circle the track. Quarter
of six blew from whistles and klax-
ons, signal flags sent the cars to their
camps for the last time before the
| race.
Come here" Lestrange beckoned
to Dick, as he brought his machine
shuddering to q standstill before the
tent Here, close-we've got mo-
ment while they fill tanks"
He unlocked his goggles and leaned
over as Dick came beside the wheel,
the face so revealed bright and quiet
In the sunset of glow.
lone never can tell what may hap
| pen." he said. I'D rather tell you
| now than chance your feeling after
| ward that l didn't treat you quite
| squarely in keeping still. l hope you
won't take it is my father did; we've
been good chums. you and l. l am
| your cousin, David French"
The moment furnished no words.
Dick leaned against the car. absolute
ly limp.
"Of course, I'm not going back to
| Ffrenchwood After this race l shall
go to the Duplex company; l used to
be with them and they've wanted me
back. Your company can get along
without me, now all Is running we'll
indeed, Mr.. French has dismissed
me-" His firm lip bent little more
| firmly. 1.-THE work I was doing Is In
your hands and Bailey's; see 1t
through. Unless you too want to
break of with me, we'll have more
time to talk over this"
Break off" Dick Strengthened his
chubby figure. Break OF with you.
Les"
Go on. My name is Lestrange now
and always"
A shrek from the official klaxon
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summoned the racers, Rupert swung
back to his seat. Dick reached up his
hand to the other in the first really
dignified moment of his life.
I'm glad you're my kin, Lestrange,''
he said. I've liked you anyhow. but
I'm glad, just the same. And l don't
care what rot they say of you. Take
care Of yourself"
Lestrange barred his hand to return
the clasp, his warm smile flashing to
his cousin: then the swirl OF preparar
ton swept between them and Dick
next saw him as part of one of the
throbbing, flaming row OF machines
before the judges stand.
1t was not q tranquilizing expert
ence for an amateur to witness the
start. when the fourteen powerful cars
sprang simultaneously for the nrst
curve. struggling tor possession Of the
narrow trackdn q wheel to wheel con-
test whore one nlstouch meant the
wreck Of many. After that first view.
Dick sat weakly down on an oil barrel
and watched the race: In q state Of
fascinated endurance.
The golden and violet sunset melted
pearl IKE into the black cup of night.
The glare OF many searchlights made
the track q glistening band OF white.
around which circled the cars, them
selves gemmed with white and Grim
son lamps. The cheers of the PEG
pie as the lead was taken by one Ia
vorite or another, the hum of voices,
the music and uproar Of the machines
blended into web Of sound indescrib-
able. The spectacle was at once ul-
tramodern and classic In antiquity Of
conception.
At eight o'clock Lestrange came fly-
ing In. sent OF the track to have 4
lamp relighted.
Water. he demanded tersely. IN
the sixty seconds OF the stop. and
laughed openly at Dicks expression
while he took the cup
The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1913-01-10
Quantities. a. Wster.

Consider the kind Of plant you are
watering. 9oft-stsmmed kinds, espe.
cially those with large leaves. Will
require much more water than hard
wooded slow-growing kinds. While
the former easily recover from droutn,
the hard-wooded suffer permanently
from extremes. !.
The seasons and time Of day should
also b watched. Plants not In active
growth should be watered sparingy
until they have regained their foliage.
Watering II the evening just before
dark greatly aids fungous diseases
~ he foliage remains wet through
the night
The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1913-01-10
Office That Nobody Wanted.

Viscount Haldane, the lord chan
cellor, has just told how he came to be
appointed British minister Of war, an
office he held till recently. When the
late Sir Henry CampbellBannerman
was forming his ministry nearly seven
years ago he suggested one or two Of
fees to Lord Haldane.
IT replied" Lord Haldane contin-
ued: There is another office I
should like. do not know much
about It, but it Is full OF most fascin-
ating problems
".Sir Henry asked: What Is that? I
answered: The war ONCE. Is it full?'
aSir Henry exclaimed: Full? No one
will touch 1t with q pole -.
q went to the war Office, and really
had very easy time there. found
- hdmher Of young generals, with
minds full Of our sliortce miA9s s9bA,
cause they had come fresh from South
Africa with It's evidence OF unprepar-
edness. We all sat down to think to-
gether, and that was how the imperial
general stan grew up.'
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London's Water Supply.

: The eighth annual report Of the
metropolitan water board states that
the total amount Of water supplied
by that body during the year ended
March 81, 1911. was S2,17o. 00O, 900 gal.
Ions, representing weight of 366, $780,
900 tons and a daily average Of 225,-
OO0, 060 gallons. The total volume OF
water distracted from the Thames
was As, 962, 000, 900 gallons, the re-
mainder being obtained from the Lea
and from gravel beds, natural springs
and wells. The supply from the last
named source amounted to 1884
O0O, 900 gallons. The month IN which
most water was supplied was June,
the difference between the daily aver
age Of that month and that for Janu-
airy being 36000, 900 gallons, Of f3ve
gallons per head Of the estimated
population Of the boards area, which
il 1893 ST.. The average daily supply
Per head throughout the year was
31.67 gallons. decrease from 33l -
SAllons IN 1909-10. London GloboL
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GRAPES FOR USE IN WINTER
Placed Ia Department Of House ceIIa,
Without Any Artificial Heat
Some Keep Well.

What . pity It is that grapes win
not keep longer. Every autumn
place In q. department Of my houss
cellar, where there is no artificial heat
baskets Of various varieties Of grapes
says q writer In Green's Fruit Grower
do not expect the Worden, Concord
Delaware and Niagara to keep LONG
therefore consume them first. After
these consume the Brighton. which
is fairly good keeper. but which
shrivels up considerably. Barry has
kept well with ME this season. Gaertl
ner, q red grape. has kept perfectly
up to Thanksgiving.
Mills, black grape with very largsl
compact cluster, is the best keeper Of
all that / have tested. being in per-
feet condition on Thanksgiving day.
I hear OF many methods Of keeping,
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The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1913-01-10
CHAPTER Viii.

Six o'clock was the hour set for the
start of the Beach race. And it was
Just seventeen minutes past five
when Dick French, hanging in a
frenzy of anxiety over the paddock
fence circling the inside Of the mile
oval, uttered something resembling a
howl and rushed to the gate to signal
his recreant driver. From the oppo-
site side of the track Lestrange waved
gay return, making his way through
the officials and friends who pressed
around him to shake hands or slap
his shoulder caressingly, testing and
questioning, calling directions and ad-
vice. A brass band played noisily In
the grand-stand. where the crowd
heaved and surged; the racing ma
chimes were roaring in their camps.
: What's the matter? Where were
your" cried Dick, when at last LIE
strange crossed the course to the cen
trail field. "The cars are going out
now for the preliminary run. Rupert's
nearly crazy, snarling at everybody,
and the other man has been getting
ready to start instead of you"
well, he can get unready," smiled
Lestrange. Keep cool. French: I've
got half an hour and l could start
now. I'm ready"
| He was ready; clad In the close-f1t-
ting khaki costume whose immaculate
.daintiness gave no hint of the GER
tainty that before the first six hours
ended 1t would be wreck Of yellow
dust and oil. AS he paused In run
ming an appraising glance down the
street.-The row of tents, the w.ite-
clothed driver of spotless white car
shot out on his way to the track. but
halted opposite the latest arrival to
stretch a cordial hand.
Il hoped trolley car had bitten
you," he shouted. THE rest of us
would have more show If you got lost
On the way, Darling"
The boyish driver at the next tent
looked up as they passed. and came
grinning over to give his clasp.
Get move on; what you been do
in all day, dear child? They've been
givin' your manager sal volatile to
hold him STILL" He nodded at the agi-
tated Dick in ironic commiseration.
Go get out your car Darling: l
want to beat you." chaffed the next In
line.
Strike up the band, here comes a
driver. sang another, with an en-
trancing French accent.
Laughing. retorting, shaking hands
with each comrade rival. Lestrange
went down the row to his own tent.
AT his approach swarm Of mechanics
from the factory stood back from the
long, low, gray car. the driver. who
was to relieve him during the night
and day ordeal slipped down from the
seat and unmasked.
He's here" announced Dick super
Euously. "Rupert-where's Rupert !
Don't tell me he's gone now! Le-
strange
But Rupert was already emerging
from the tent with Lestrange's gaunt.
lets and cap. his expression study
In the sardonic
1t hurts me fierce to think how you
must have hurried" he observed
Did you walk both ways. or only all
three? I'm no Eve. but I'd give q
snake an apple to know where you've
been all day"
Would your" queried Lestrange
provokingiy. clasping the goggles be
fore his eyes. well. I've spent. the
Last two hours on the Coney Island
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lNsULAToR FOR THE TREES
Wood Used Should Be Thoroughly
Waterproofed to Prevent Branches
From Forming.

Part Of the telephone linemans
work consists in keeping the wires
clear Of trees and their branches,
which often afford q good ground. The
Morse tree insulator here shown Is
simple and quickly placed on the wire.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-16
By LADY DOROTHY NEvILL.

Upon which. without the slightest
hesitation, the lady exclaimed LAS
Nathan said unto David. Thou art
the man" And, seeing no POSSIBLE
ity Of escape, he was.
Speaking of the amusements of
girls In her time. Lady Dorothy said
that In the sixties. when Old-fash-
toned croquet occupied most of her
attention, it was supposed to be re-
sponSible for many marriages. Are
you going to make a flower bed here.
Thomas ?" asked young lady of the
gardener. Yes. num- them's the
horders." Why, it will quite spoil
our croquet ground" Cant help it,
mum Them's yer pas horders. He
SEES as 'ow to have it laid out for 'orti-
culture, not 'usbandry."
Lady Dorothy also numbered the
late King Edward among her person
al friends. once sitting next to him
at dinner, he noticed she ate oysters
with a knife He made a humorous
comment and the next morning pre-
scented her with beautiful case Of
oyster knives, and in the note which
accompanied them said: In remem-
brance Of your criminal tendency"
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powerful MAN. And her mind dwelt
on his simplicity Of manner, his kind
ness and gentlenesH and his prOwess
on the ball field and his bravery so
lately displayed And she was salts
fed. She smiled cOntentedly to her
self as she lay curled in the ham
mock No, she would not break the
engagement she had for 3 o'clock that
afternoon, but she would find out all
about the Gordon Kelly-Mr Bud mys-
terry.
Make me look pretty. Mandy" said
Mildred to her maid, who assisted her
TO dress when the time came, Use
got a portant 'gagement 70 dis after
noon"
She seldom allowed herself to I'M
bend in dignity to her maid, but to-
day she was feeling very cheerful and
happy.
win you wear your tan dress, Miss
Mildred?" asked the maid.
NO, Mandy, I'll wear the light blue
it's more becoming, don't you think
SOP"
Thus arrayed, she went out on the
porch and asked Elmer to bring the
runabout around. When it came she
stepped in 1t and took her place be-
hind the wheel.
Good bye. Elmer. see you later,
she said to the lad
Gee, amt I going, too?" said Elmer
in tone Of disappointment
Not this time, honey; goodbye.
Before the car was fairly in motion
the boy jumped on the side of It and
leaning over, whispered mischievOusly
in Mildred's ear:
Good bye, Mrs Gordon Kelly"
You little wretch" exclaimed Mil
bred, blushing furiously.
But she turned her head momen
later and waved her hand and smiled
at him
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-16
CHAPTER Xxx.

VT1HEN Forrest Cain, lying un-
wv conscious in the road beside
his automobile, regained his
senses he saw Gordon Kelly standing
over him. His mind was befuddled
and he did not recall what had hap
pened to him. Kelly prodded him with
the toe Of his shoe as though he was
a dead snake and said, sharply, Get
up"
Cain rose slowly to his feet. The
fight was all out of him
Walk around" ordered Kelly. Cain
took few steps. Kelly left him and
Joined Mildred and Elmer. He is all
right. Get in the car, please, and we
will get out Of this"
Without even another glance al
Cain, the three entered Kelys auto
mobile and a minute later they were
whirhng down the road, leaving Cain
with singular Indifference, to his own
meditations.
Cain was sober by this time-sober
sullen and Tesentful. His right hand
panied him He looked at the back OF
II where the stone thrown by Elmer
bleeding. The fingers hung down as
though without life. He felt of the
bruise and WINGED. There was nc
doubt but that bones were broken. He
cranked the motor with his left hand
entered the car and attempted to SCI
the control into low speed. but found
he had lost the use Of his right handl
Reaching over with his left hand
however he was able to manipulate
the lever and then, easing in the
clutch, the car moved slowly ahead
1t was necessary to turn around. This
was accomplished with infinite labor
and finally the car was Strengthened
out for the journey to Gains shack
This had to be taken at low speed
however, because once the car start
ed ahead ne could not change the
speed, as he only had the use Of his
left hand and could not take that from
the steering wheel in order to change
gears
In gloomy silence he crawled back
the six miles to his mountain habita-
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She heard Gordon laugh over the tel
ephone. Then he said:
wen, you know, the first time
saw you at your house your mother
asked me about my life in the noun
tains; you wouldn't let me tell her
and afterward, when ! asked you why
you did it, you said it was a secret
Do you remember"
YES, I do, and # turns out a good
deal more OF a mystery than I had
bargained for"
When Gordon spoke again his voice
was lowered.
Tell me please; when win you feel
well enough to let me see you?"
Mildred unconsciously lowered her
voice. too.
why feel all right now I'm not
III any more
May / call this afternoon ?" he said,
eagerly
"Certainly; delighted to have you.
But suppose l meet your"
Fine, Great! Where"
"At--at-say at the bridge at 3.
Now, goodbye; / must give Elmer his
lesson in French"
II Mildred could have seen through
the telephone, she would have seen
Gordon slam up the receiver and turn
three backward somersaults without
stopping.
After all the threats. Elmer didn't
take his lesson, Ii is true the books
We're produced and Mildred sat down
at table, opposite Elmer on the
porch and assumed the diguitie6 air Of
a schoolmarm but that was as far as
they got with the foreign language
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ton. He summoned his man George
and commanded him to pack up. His
campaign had utterly failed. He
would go back to Atlanta to nurse his
injury, nurse his lacerated feelings
and plan some revenge that would set
tie scores with Gordon Kelly once and
for all. While his man was busy
packing he bathed his hand in cold
water and, after pouring whisky on
the wound as an antiseptic (and
pouring a considerable quantity of it
down his throat as an antisplenetic)
he bandaged the injured member
swore at George on general princi-
pies and went outside TO smoke and
think some more.
In his three personal encounters
with Gordon Kelly Cain had been
badly worsted, verbally or physically
every time. Yet Gordon Kelly was in
no way to blame in any case. He
was attending strictly to his own bust
ness and had sought no quarrel with
the man who declared himself his foe.
This phase of the matter never once
entered the mind Of Cain. He only
knew that it was through Gordon
Kelly that all his troubles came.
At this point his sullen reveries
were interrupted by the appearance
Of a tall, -boned, black bearded
man, dressed in the uncouth habit
ments of the baCkwoods. Without a
nod or any salutation, he made known
the nature Of his business.
we done run out Of Matches" he
said. Got any?"
Cain was accustomed to Difference
from those he considered beneath
him.
What do you want with them?~ he
asked with q scowl,
Eat 'em, mebbe; what's that to
you?" drawled the stranger.
Where do you come from"
None O. your damned business. Fl
yer amt got no matches, say So"
You're on my property; you're
trespassing," declared Cain.
What do you all reckon you're go
in to do about?" observed the stran-
ger in the same even tone.
To Be Continued Tomorrow.
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was, was the most mysterious indi-
vldual In the world.
Mildred began to go over the entire
situation in her mind. She hadn't gone
far when she suddenly came to the
realization that she hardly knew any
thing at all about Gordon Kelly. She
knew nothing about his family, his
life nor his habits. He had been in
troduced into her family as Gordon
Kelly, yet here, up in his mountain
home, no one knew of a Gordon Kelly.
They called him Mr.. Bud. Who was
Mr. Bud? Her father certainly didn't
know him by that name He had told
her that he had met Gordon Kelly
through Judge Barbee. Certainly the
Judge wouldn't be a party to any de-
ception. Was Gordon Kelly an as
sumed name? Was it an alias? Her
father had told her nothing about Cor
don kelly's family-because he didn't
know anything about 1t himself, prob
ably.
Was his family respectable" Did
he really own the property, or was he
an employee or representative Of the
people that did own it? He might be
a foreman or a superintendent No
harm in that. thought Mildred, but she
would like to know about it.
Then she reviewed her brief &C
quaintance with Gordon Kelly. She
recalled the conversations she had had
with him in the few times they had
met The talk, she remembered. was
mostly about books and music and
kindred topics and the small talk that
two young people would indulge in. II
came back to her that he talked with
great intelligence on music and art
and literature. Surely he was refined
and cultured. His family must be
respectable"
And then Mildred thought of Cor
don Kelly the Mantle tall fine
featured, broad shouldered, strong and
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=. Revelations of High English Society =. Ell

illustrative OF the Grand old Mans
character He was disCoursing to her
OF the perfect immunity Of English
public men from all dangers Of as
sault or ASA s~inatiun in his day and
IN the time two detectives. dressed
as to0tmeu. were i'm the very room
guarding him, while another was up
stairs i'm the drawing room ready To
mingle with the guests
!; Was Mr. Joseph Chamberlain
who talking to Lady Dorothy OF ft-
male suffrage, once said, THANK
goodness there are no female mem
bers or the two evils ] prefer Par
nellites 20 petucoats.'
Lady Dorothy herself was equally
severe i'm regard TO sufragetteS. for
in one of her books she writes;
Heaven did not make women in
sinuatiug and persuasive that they
might hc pecyish. II did not make
them feeble that they might be inn
perious IL did not give them softer
voices than man In order that they
might rail at him. not delicate fea-
lures 10 ha destroyed by rage. Angry
women forget themselves and the
dignity of their sex, which has new
er gained much by scolding.'
Lady Dorothy Nevil had "a good
deal to say about the change that has
taken place in tho character and the
manners Of women since her own
earlier DAYS She considered the mod
eru woman is spoilt, has too much
time on her hands, takes up too many
tads and completely dominates her
husband This struck the old Shah
Of Persia very much. He said. 1T
seems TO me that the English and
American husband is nothing better
than "a sort of butler"
Lady Dorothy was particularly Sc
we're on the smart set Of to-day.
The elite she said, are fast, flip
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-16
FAIR PHYSICIANS

recognize the value Of Lydia E. Pink
hams Vegetable Compound and do
not hesitate to prescribe 1t. A woman
from St. Cloud. Mimi. says she was
led TO take it because she learned
that her doctors daughter had been
taking It with most excellent results.
This is another link in the long chain
Of evidence to prove the reliability
Of Lydia f. Pinkham's Vegetable
Compound for women.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-16
A Regular" Babe.

It was timber law case, in which
Tim Healy was counsel for the de-
Tense. In the course of the case a
youthful witness was put up as an ex-
pert on the plaintiffs side Tim got up
to cross examine.
What age are your"
'Twenty-o years"
How long have You been in the tim
Der tradec"
Two years"
Tim sat down. saying. a regular
babe in the wood, my lord which dis
counted the evidence Of the youthful
expert.