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JUNE AND LUCILLE
BY Ell MER COBB.

Ten years before John Hayward had
been a poor lad in Staples. Now he
was returning, comparatively rich, to
settle down in the village of his birth
And when man does this, if he be
a bachelor, it is safe to assume that
the thought of some old boyhood
sweetheart has crossed his brain.
There were two of them-sisters
June and Lucille Purvis were twins
and John had been madly In love WIFI
each alternately Like most men, ne
had two natures. One was the nature
of the average man. He liked Jolllty
frivolity and a good time" With
pretty, flaxen-haired Lucille, he had
enjoyed himself to his hearts content
But for a strain of caution In his
blood, inherited from maternal
grandfather, who was Scotchman
he would have proposed to her at any
of innumerable odd moments.
But John had another side, though
he hid it successfully from the world
This was dreamy, sentimental side
such as the stately June alone could
satisfy. And perhaps this was his sim
cerest and truest side. But June was
married.
And so, with lingering thoughts of
June, he proposed to ask Lucille to be
his wife. Lucille was as jolly as ever,
unattached, and apparently as young
as ten years earlier. Perhaps she was
twenty-nine. John was thirty-four.
And, with increasing years, the June
side had developed at the expense of
the other.
"Pshawi" he muttered. "A man is
a sentimental fool when he passes
thirty, anyway. Lucille would make
me the jolliest wife Imaginable"
And Lucille had all but told him she
would.
But when he got back home, after
that visit during which he had fully
decided to put the question next time
then John took out of secret
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in this cruel grip till the pedestrian
had passed. 1t was Major Bristow, his
spruce white hat on the back of his
head, his unsullied waistcoat dappled
with the leaf-shadows. He stepped
out briskly toward Damory court,
swinging his stick, all unconscious of
the fierce scrutiny bent on him from
behind the dogwoods.
Greet King did not withdraw his
hand till the steps had died in the dis
lance. When he did, he clenched his
fist and shook it in the air. There
he goes!" he said with bitter hatred
OYER noble friend that sent me up
for six years t. break my heart on
tn rock-pile! Oh, he's a top-notcher,
he is! But he's got Greet King to
reckon with yit!" He looked at her
balefully and shook her.
"Look-a-yere," he said in a kissing
voice. "Ye remember me. I'm bad
one ter fool with. Yer NAV foun' that
out, I reckon. Now yell promise me
yell tell nobody who we've seen. I'm
only tramp; dye hear?" He shook
her roughly.
Rickey's fingers and teeth were
clenched hard and she said no word.
He shook her again viciOusly, the
blood pouring into his SCARED face.
Eye snivelin brat, ye!" he snarled.
"I'll show yer!" He began to drag
her after him through the bushes. A
few yards and they were on the brink
of the headlong ugly chasm of Lovers
Leap. She cast one desperate look
about her and shut her eyes. Catching
her about the waist he leaned over
and held her out in mid-air, as if she
had been a kitten. Eye amt seen me,
hev yer? Promise, or over We go. Ye
won't look SO pretty when ye're
layin' down there on them rocks!"
The child's face was paper-white
and she had begun to tremble like a
leaf, but her eyes remained closed.
"One-two-" he counted deliber-
ately.
Her eyes opened She turned one
shuddering glance below, then her
resolution broke She clutched his
arm and broke into wild supplications.
81 promise, promised" she cried. "Oh,
don't let go! l promised"
He set her on the solid ground and
released her. looking at her with a
sneering laugh. Now we'll see eff We
belong here or up ter Hells-Half
Acre. he said. Fine folks keeps their
promises, I've heerd tell"
Hickey looked at him moment
shaking; then she burst into passion
of sobs and with her face averted ran
from him like deer through the
bushes.
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DOCTORS NO LUXURY THERE
Costs Only 60 Cents to Have PhysI.
clan Of Prague, Austria, Make
Call.

The doctors bill is not such thing
to dread in Austria as in some parts
of the world, as report from United
States Consul Frank Deedmeyer, sta
toned at Prague, shows.
The City of Prague with a popula.
ton in city and suburbs of about 6OO,.
900, has only about 500 physicians, or
one for every $500 persons. A doctor
charges for daytime call in middle
class family only 60 cents, or 10 cents
more than if the patient calls on him
in his office. For night call the doc.
tor receives $1.2O to So, according to
the distance. Only professors attached
to the clinics of the two local univer
stiles charge more, receiving So to 81
for a house call and So for an office
visit. AS in this country, the physi
clans, except those of the homeopath
ic school, do not supply medical rem
edies.
"At most of the hospitals under the
control of the Roman Catholic associ-
ation,'' continues Mr.. Deedmeyer,
treatment and care are entirely free.
Nurses at hospitals are paid so cents
a day for the first year, with an an
nual increase of 20 cents per month;
at sanitariums, from Sc to So per week;
at private houses, from 80 cents to 81
per day, board being always included
for all nurses.
About 100 dentists practise in this
city. The average charges are: Draw
ing one tooth, 40 cents; cement filling.
so cents to 81; amalgam filling, 80
cents to ST. gold filling, 81 to 81;
bridgework, $40 to $40
"The annual incomes of these pro-
fessional men are estimated as fol-
lows: Head professor in charge OF
clinics, salary paid by the govern
ment, $1,440 to $1,000, and $4,000 to
$1,000 from private practise; other
professors at clinics, salary paid by
the government, $1,000. and from PR.
vate practise, $4,000 to $4,000; gen.
eral medical practitioner, not attached
to any clinic, $4,000 to $4,000; the av-
erage income of a dentist is $4,000.
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"Are you going to ask Lucille to
marry your" she asked.
"You know, john" she continued,
II don't think you are treating my
sister exactly right. OF course, II you
never cared for her-all that Is this
fortune of war-I mean the chances or
womans life But ycu have come
back and called on her. You know
she always cared for you, John, and
none other. And she has had so many
chances"
YES answered John slowly, II
am going to ask her today
Suddenly June began crying. God
bless you, john" she sobbed. "YOu
have made me so happy. You know
l have right to take you to task
what it cost us both in pride--for We
were always intimates! And it was
only because you were going away!
Poor Lucillei"
John looked at her in bewilderment
THAT was the real outpouring of a
woman's heart, john" continued June,
and l don't think we women change
much. Lucille always felt things
deeply And when she was with you
she felt that she had to mask her
feelings under the guise of jollity-"
"June!" cried John, catching her by
the arm, edo you mean that that was
Lucille's diary?"
'What?" she cried. John! Did you
think it was II" And suddenly tears
gave place to mirth, and she laughed
helplessly. 20, John, forgive mel"
she sobbed Historically.
But John Hayward was not thinking
of forgiveness. All his thoughts were
turned upon very different subject.
How blind he had been-how incred-
IDLY blind! Lucille the writer of those
impassioned sentences! Lucille--tlle
frivolous little woman whose nature
had rushed to meet his own on both
sides! He seized his hat.
June chung to his arm. "John!
What are you going to do?' she cried.
Let me co." beloved John. I'm
going to rush round to Lucille before
any other chap has a chance to get
there first!"
Copyright. 1914. by w. G. Chapman)
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CHAPTER Xxx.
In the Rain.

Shirlay stood looking out at the
rain. 1t was falling in no steady
downpour which held forth promise
of ending, but with gentle constancy
that gave the hills look of sudden
discomfort and made disconsolate
miry pools by the roadside. The
clouds were not too thick, however, to
let through a dismal gray brightness
that shone on the foliage and touched
draggled tufts of the soaked blue
grass. Now and then, across the drip
ping fields, fraying skeins of mist wan
dered to lie curdled in the flooded
hollows where, here and there, cattle
stood lowing at intervals In mourn
full key.
The indoors had become impossible
to her. She was sick of trying to
read, sick of the endless pacings and
purposeless invention of needless
tasks. She wanted movement, the
cobwebby mist about her knees, the
wet rain in her face. She ran upstairs
and came down clad in close scarlet
JSAoSy, Will ACdI&lCA SoASCAo Siho a coAS
hat.
Emmaline saw her thus accoutered
with disapproval. 'Lawdy-mercy,
chile!" she urged; you amt goin'
out? It's rainin' cats en- dawgs!"
I'm neither sugar nor salt, Emma
line" responded Shirley listlessly,
dragging on her rain-coat, "and the
walk will do me good
On the sopping lawn she glanced
up at her mothers window. Since the
night of the ball her own panging self
consciousness had overlaid the fine
and sensitive association between
them. She had been full of horrible
feeling that her face must betray her
and the cause of her loss of spirits
be guessed.
Her mother, had, in fact, been
troubled by this, but was far from
guessing the truth. A somewhat long
indisposition had followed her first
sight of Valiant, and she had not
witnessed the tournament. She had
hung upon Shirleys description of it.,
however, with an excited interest that
the other was later to translate in
the light of her own discovery. If the
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CHAPTER XXI.

The Evening of an Old Score.
Rat-tat-tat-tat.tat!- Major Bristow's
ivory-headed camphor-wood stick
thumped on the great door of Damory
court. The sound had a tang of impa-
tience, for he had used the knocker
more than once without result. Now
he strobe to the end of the porch
and raised his voice in a stentorian
below that brought Uncle Jefferson
shutting around the path from the
kitchens with all the whites of his
eyes showing
"You dog-gone lazy rascal" thun-
dered the major. What do you mean,
sab, by keeping a gentleman cooling
his heels on the doorstep like tax
collector? Where's your master?"
go de Lawd, Major, All ain seen
Mars John sence dis mawnin'. Staht
out aftah breakfas' en- he nevah
showed up ergin ct all. Yo' reck'n
whut de mattah, sub ?" he added anx-
iously. "'Peahs lax sumpin' preyin'
on he mind. Don seem er bit hese'f
lately"
"H-m-m!" The major looked thought
full. isn't he well?"
mo, sub. Ain ct no morn er hum
min-buhd desc las few days. Jes'
hangs eroun' lonesome lax. Dom
laugh no mo-, dom sing no mo-. Ain
play de pianny sence de day aftah de
ball. Me en- Daph moght'ly pestered
bout him.
"Pshaw!" said the major. Touch
of spring fever, l rackon. Aunt Daph
feeds him too well. Give him less
fried chicken and more ash-cake and
buttermilk. Make him some juleps."
The old negro shook his head.
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Authors Queer Costume.

One of Robert Louis Stevenson's
contemporaries describes the author
His hair was smooth and parted in
the middle and fell below the collar of
his coat; he wore black flannel shirt,
with a curious knitted tie twisted in a
knot; had Wellington boots, rather
tight, dark trousers, pea jacket and a
white sombrero hat. But the most as
founding item Of all his costume was a
lady's sealskin cape, which he wore
about his shoulders, fastened at the
neck by a fancy brooch, which also
held together a bunch OF half dozen
daffodils. ! think these final touches
to his toilet must have been added by
loving hands without his knowledge or
consent"
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Centenary of Famous Man.

Charles Anderson, governor Of Ohio,
was born one hundred years ago near
Louisville, KY. After being admitted
to the bar in 1843 he began the prac-
tise of law in Dayton, Ohio. A year
later he was elected to the legisla-
ture. In 1859 he moved to Texas.
where he remained until the outbreak
of the Civil war. Returning to Ohio
he volunteered in the federal army
and was appointed colonel Of regi-
ment Of volunteers. He was severely
wounded in the battle of Stone river.
and resigned his commission, return.
ing to Ohio, where in 1853 he was
elected lieutenant governor, with John
Brough as governor. The death OF
the latter in 1866 gave the guberna-
torial chair to Mr.. Anderson. He died
in Paducah, KY, in 1895.
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drawer a certain little diary which he
had carried with him for ten years.
June had put that into his hands, that
day he went away-tall, statuesque
June, whom he had always thought so
cold. And in it were certain poignant
passages which he re-read this night,
to test himself, before asking that mo-
mentous question of Lucille.
John turned the pages.
"He is going away tomorrow" he
read. "And / love him. And l don't
know what to do. / must tell him.
He thinks me utterly different from
what l am. l wonder what he would
think If he knew how many tears
have she'd"
The writing broke off abruptly, and
that was the last paragraph in the
book. John turned back
81 don't know what to do. / don't
know why woman is forbidden to
reveal her heart when all her happi-
ness depends upon his knowing. l
love John Hayward. There! / shall
scratch out the name some day, and
then nobody will know who he is.
am playing a part here. l play it
whenever / meet him. He must not
know, cost what 1t may-and yet he
must!"
There was the dry stain of tear.
John smiled, but not in mirth. Poor,
silly, sentimental schoolgirl outpour-
ings! And yet how true they rang.
He turned toward the end again.
81 shall put this book in his hands
some day-not in his hands, but some
where where he can come upon it.
wonder if he will guess! No! / shall
destroy It'll"
John set the little book down and
rested his chin upon his hands, star
ing at the fire, deep in thought. The
foolish triteness of the words, the
frank and unashamed sentimentality
of it went straight to his heart It
brought back mind-pictures of happy
days Of long-lost youth, when he had
been desperately in love with June
June, the mother of two children, and
inclining to stoutness. Yet how kind
ly she had greeted him. And she had
not seemed at all embarrassed at the
knowledge that she had given him
that foolish diary.
John went to bed, and the next
morning his mind was made up. He
had put himself to the test-and he
was going to ask Lucille to be his
wife. He knew that every man car
ries memories of an early love hidden
away in his heart. At thirty-four the
recollection has become only a ten
der one. Yes, Lucille would make the
jolliest wife in the world!
And yet, somehow, it was June that
he visited that day, before he started
upon his other momentous journey.
And June looked very serious. And
presently she led right up to the
topic.
John" she said "as an old friend.
/ am going to say something frank to
you. Why have you come back?"
To settle down here" he answered
vaguely.
There was an embarrassing pause.
Then June raised her head and looked
at hira directly.
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"Moghty neah use up all dat mint
bald All foun'." he said, "but ain do
no good. Majah, Abs sho' feahed
sumpin' gwineter happen"
"Nonsense!" the major shifted.
what fool IDEAS got under your wool
now?' Been seeing Mad Anthony
again, I'll bet dollar"
Uncle Jefferson swallowed once or
twice with seeming difficulty and
turned the gravel with his toe. Oats
So" he said gloomily. "Ah done see
de old man de yuddah day bout ct.
Ant'y, he know! He see trouble err
comm en- trouble er-gwine. Dat same
night de hoss-shoe drop often de
stable do, en- dis ve'y mawnin' er
buhd done fly inter de house. Das'
er mighty bad hoodoo, er mighty bad
hoodoo!"
"Shucks!" said the major. You're
as loony as old Anthony, with your
internal signs. If your Mars Johns
been out all day / reckon he'll turn
up before long. I'll wait for him a
while" He started in, but paused on
the threshold. did you say-ah-
that mint was all gone, Unc' Jeffer-
SOM"
ITO BE CONTINUED)
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in 1890, 1900 and 1910, gave the popu-
lation of the district of Maine as
part of Massachusetts. In 1920 1t was
separated from Massachusetts, made
an independent state, and was admit
ted into the union. Vermont was not
one of the Ii original states which
adopted the constitution in 1888,
and was not admitted to the union
until 1871. AS a colony it furnished
it's full quota of troops during the
revolutionary war, but its boundarieA
were in dispute with Massachusetts,
New Hampshire and New York claim
ing jurisdiction, and pending the dis
pute Vermont did not get into the
union as one of the original states
adopting the constitution. 1t was NOT
represented in the convention that
framed the constitution.
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SYNOPSIS.

John Variant. a rich society favorite,
suddenly discovers that the Valiant cor
poration, which his father founded ana
which was the principal source OF his
wealth, had failed. He voluntarily turns
over his private fortune to the receiver
for the corporation. His entire remaining
possessions consist Of an old motor car,
white bull dog and Damory court neg,
lected estate in Virginia. On the way to
Damory court he meets Shirley Dand-
ridge, an authenticated beauty, ana de-
cides that he is going to like Virginia I'M
mensely Shirley's mother, Mrs. Dand-
ridge, and Major Bristow exchange rem
iniscences during which 1T Is revealed
that the major. Valiant's father. and a
man named SaSSOon we're rivals Tor the
hand of Mrs. cambridge in her youth.
Sassoon and Valiant fought duel on her
account in which the former was killed.
Valiant finds DamorY court overgrown
with weeds and creepers and decides to
rehabilitate the place. Valiant saves
Shirley from the bite OF snake. which
bites him. Knowing the deadliness OF the
bite. Shirley sucks the poison from the
wound and saves his life. Valiant learns
for the first time that his father left Vlr-
ginia on account of a duel in which Doc
his fathers seconds, Valiant and Shirley
become good friends. Mrs. cambridge
faintS when she meets Valiant for the
first time Valiant discovers that he has
a fortune in old swalnu. trees. The yearly
tournament, a. survival of the Joustlng or
feudal times, is held at Damory court. AT
the last moment Valiant takes the pace
of one Of the knights, who is sick, and
enters the lists. He wins and chooses
Shirley Dandridge as queen of beauty to
the dismay Of Katherine Fargo. former
sweetheart, who Is visiting in Virginia.
The tournament ball at Damory court
draws the elite of the countryside. Shir-
lev 8 crowned by Valiant as queen OF
beauty. Valiant tells Shirley of his love
and they become engaged. Katherine
Fargo, determining not to give up vail
AMI without a struggle. points out TO Shir-
toy how terrible 1t would be for the wom-
an who caused the duel to meet Valiant
who looks so much like his father. Shir-
ley, uncertain, but feeling that her moth
err was I'm love with the victim OF vail
nnt's pistol breaks the engagement.
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MAN GUIDED BY HIS IDEALS
II Clean and Definite, Success in Life
May Be Said to BE Assured
From the Start.

A human being without ideals is as
worthless as ship without a rt:dder.
AS surely and confidently as does the
rudder guide the ship, SO do clean.
definite ideals guide and shape and
complete successful career.
There is never any progress without
an objective point.
If you are building business, and
have carefully formulated honest
ideals toward which you are to pro-
coed, there can be small question as
TO your success. Failure may mark
the way, but your ideals will keep
you in the right direction where ulti-
mate winning is certain to be reach
ed.
As soon as you earn the Ideals of a
man. you know the man.
It is impossible to find really
great man or woman or business that
does not literally reflect in all direc-
lions. for every worthy ideal seems
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tears that welled over and rolled down
her cheeks.
II can't fight" she said. 81 have no
strength left" She put out her hand
as she spoke and dropped it with a
little limp gesture that had in it tired
despair, finality and hopelessness. 1t
caught at his heart more strongly than
any words. He felt a warm gush of
pity and tenderness.
He took her hand gently without
speaking, and pressed 1t hard against
his lips. 1t seemed to him very small
and cold.
They passed together through the
wet bracken, his strong arm guiding
her over the uneven path, and came
to the open in silence.
Don't come with me-" she said
then, and without a backward glance,
went rapidly from him down the SHIN
mering road.
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Minister Was Puzzled.

At marriage service performed
some time ago in little country
church in Georgia, when the minister
said in solemn tone: wilt thou
have this man to be thy welded hus-
band?" instead of the woman answer
ing for herself, gruff mans voice an
swered: 81 will" The minister looked
up very much perplexed and paused.
He repeated the sentence, and again
the same gruff voice answered, 81
will" Again the minister looked up
surprised, not knowing what to make
of it, when one of the groomsmen at
the end of the row said: "She is deaf.
/ am answering for her." - Lippin-
colts Magazine.
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Poor, But Proud.

A lady who is district visitor be-
came much interested in very poor
but apparently respectable Irish fam
lily named Curran living on the top
floor of a great building in a slum dis
trict Of her parish.
Every time she visited the Currans
she was annoyed by the staring and
the whispering of the other women
living in the building. One day she
said to hrs. Curran:
Your neighbors seem very curious
to know who and what ! am and the
nature Of my business with YOU"
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CHAPTER Xxix.-Continued.

The inquiry was drowned in shrek
from several children in unison. They
scrambled to their feet, casting fear
iuI chances over their shoulders. The
man who had been lying behind the
bush had risen and was coming toward
them at slouching amble, one foot
dragging slightly. His appearance, in
deed, was enough to cause panic. With
his savage face, set now in a grin, and
his tramp-like costume, he looked
fierce and animal-like. White and
black. the children fed like startled
rabbits, older ones dragging younger
without a, backward look--all save
Hickey, who stood quite still, her wild
ening eyes fixed on him in kind OF
blanched fascinated terror
He came close to her, never taking
his eyes from hers, then put his heavy
grimy hand under her chin and turned
her twitching face upward, chuckling.
Amt afeard, d-n met he said
with admiration. wouldn't skedaddle
with til fine folks white-livered young
'uns! Know who | am, don't ye?"
"Greef King" Rickeys lips rather
formed than spoke the name.
Right An know you, too. Got
ies tn same look ez when We wuzn't
no highern my knee. So We amt at
tn Dome no mo-, Ell? Purkle an fine
Inning an eddication. Hobo! Coin
ter make We another ladyess like the
sweet duclxy-dovey that rescooed We
from tn lovin' embrace O yer fond
step-parient, eh?"
Rickey's small arm went suddenly
out and her fingers tore at his shirt
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band Don't you," she burst in a
paroxysm of passion; don't you even
speak her name! If you do, I'll kill
you."
So fierce was her leap that he fell
back step in sheer surprise. Then
he laughed loudly. why, We little
spittin' wile-cat!" he grinned.
lie leaned suddenly, gripped her
wrist and covering her mouth tightly
with his palm, dragged her behind a
clump of dogwood bushes. A heavy
step was coming along the wood-path
He held her motionless and GREATNESS