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started and turned his eyes slowly
about him, vague look of anxiety on
his face. For a moment no one
moved When he spoke again It was
once more in his gentle uuavering
voice:
"watah? Vas. Mars, good watah.
Hep yo'se'f."
The judge set dollar bill on the
step and weighted 1t with a stone, as
the rest remounted. well, good-by,
Anthony he said. We're nightly
obliged"
He sprang into the saddle and the
quartette cantered away. my expert
ment wasn't a great success. I'm
afraid, Shirley" he said ruefully.
"Oh, l think it was splendid" cried
Nancy. do you suppose he really be-
lieves those spooky things? I declare,
at the time almost did myself. What
an odd idea-'when the clock strikes
thirteen which, of course, 1t never
does" a
Don't mind, Shirley" bantered
Lusk. when you see all dem trou-
bles' coming, sound the alarm and
we'll fly in body to your rescue"
They let their horses out for a
pounding gallop which pulled down
suddenly at muffled shrek from Bet
ty Page. as her horse went into the
air at sight of an automobile by the
roadside.
Now, whose under the canopy is
that?" exclaimed Lusk.
Its stalled" said Shirley. Il
passed here this afternoon when the
owner was trying to start it, and sent
Unc' Jefferson as first aid to the in
iured.''
Il wonder who he can be-" said
Nancy. I've never seen that car be-
fore"
Why" said Betty gaily, "Ah know!
It's Mad Anthony's trouble-man, Of
course. come for Shirley"
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CHAPTER VII.
Uncle Jefferson.

A red rose, while ever a thing of
beauty, is not invariably JOY for
ever. The white bulldog, as he
plodded along the sunny highway, was
sunk in depression. Being trammeled
by the limitations of a canine horizon,
he could not understand the whims of
Adorable Ones met by the way, who
seemed so glad to see him that they
threw both arms about him, and then
tied to his neck irksome colored weeds
that prickled and scratched and would
not be dislodged. So it was a chas-
tened and shamed Chum who at length
wriggled stealthiIy into the seat of the
stranded automobile beside his master
and thrust dirty pink nose into his
palm.
John Valiant lifted his hand to
stroke the shapely head. then drew 1t
back with an exclamation. A thorn
had pricked his thumb. He looked
down and saw the draggled flower
thrust through the twist of grass. "Oh,
pup of wonders!' he exclaimed.
Where did you get that rose?"
Chum sat up and wagged his tail, for
his masters tone, instead of ridicule,
held a dawning delight. Perhaps the
thing had not been intended as a dis
grace, after all!
With the first sight Of the decora-
ton Valiant had had sudden memory
of a splotch of vivid red against the
belted gray-blue of gown. He
grinned approximately. "And warned
her." he chuckled. Told her not to be
afraid" He busted the blossom pains
takingly with his handkerchief and
held 1t to his face-a live brilliant
thing. breathing musk-odors of the
mid-moon of paradise.
A long time he sat, while the dog
dozed and yawned on the shiny cush-
ion beside him. OF sudden Chum sat
up and barked in earnest.
Turning his head, his master saw ap-
preaching a dilapidated hack with
side lanterns like great goggles and
decrepit and palsied curtains. 1t was
drawn by lean mustard-tinted mule,
and on it's front sat colored man OF
uncertain age, whose hunched verte-
brae and outward-crooked arms gave
him a curious expression of replete
and dubious inquiry. Abreast of the
car he removed a moth-eaten cap.
"Evenin', suh," he said,-"eyenin'.
evenin'."
"Howdy do" returned the other
amiably.
"Ah reck'n yo'-ll done had er brock
down wild dat Matchmaking dar. Yo'
been hyuh bout er hour, ain yo'?"
Nearer three" said Valiant cheer
fully, "but the views worth it.
A hoarse litter came from the con-
veyance, which gave forth sundry
creakings of leather. "Huyh! Hugh!
OATS SO, sub. OATS so! Hmm.
Reckn Ah'll be gittin' erlong back"
He clucked to the mule and proceeded
to turn the vehicle round.
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The old negro nodded his head
Good watah," he said in the gentle
quavering tones Of extreme age. "Yas
Marse. Hep yo'se'f Come fom he
centah OBJ de yerf, dat watah. En- dah's
folks say de centah of de !yerf is al
fab. Yo' reck'n dey's right, Mars
Chahmahs?"
Now, how the devil do you know
who l am, Anthony" The judge sci
down his cup on the well-curb. -
haven't been by here for year.
The ebony head moved slowly from
side to side. "Or Ant'ny don need
no eyes," he said, touching his hand
to his brow. HE see ev'ything heah.
The judge beckoned to the others
and they trooped inside the paling
i've brought some other folks with
me, Anthony; can you tell who they
are?'
The sightless look wavered over
them and the white head shook slow
ly. Don know young mars" said
the gentle voice. How many yuddahs
wild yo'? One, two? No. don know
young insists, eidah."
II reckon you don't need any eyes,
Judge Chalmers laughed, as he passed
the sweet cold water to the rest. Zone
of these young ladies wants you to tel
her fortune"
The old negro dropped his head
waving his gaunt hands restlessly
The judge beckoned to Betty Page
but she shook her head with little
grimace and drew back.
You go, Shirley" she whispered
and with a laughing glance at the
others, Shirley came and sat down on
the lowest step.
Mad Anthony put out a waverine
hand and touched the young body
His fingers strayed over the habit and
went up to the curling bronze under
the hat-brim. dis de lii mistis," he
muttered, "ain' afeahd OBJ OF Ant'ny
Dah's fab en- she ain afeahd, en- dah's
watah en- she ain afeahd. Wondal
whit All gwine tell huh? Whut de
coloh oh yo' hath, honey?"
Black" put In Chilly Lusk. with g
wink at the others. BLACK as a crow
old Anthonys hand fell back to his
knee Young mars laugh at de oil
man." he said, but he don know. Dat
de coloh dat buhn NAH han's-de colot
OBJ gol', en- eyes blue like er cat-bird's
aig. Dah's er man gwine look in dem
eyes, honey, en- gwine make 'em cry
en- cry" He raised his head sharply
his lids shut tight. and swung his arm
toward the North. "Dahs whah he
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are Indifferent strangers. That is all"
He took step nearer to her.

are Indifferent strangers. That is all"
He took step nearer to her.
THAT is your last word, supposer
he answered bitterly. But | want TO
tell you first what / think of you.
There was time when felt crushed
by your unkfndness, but then l real.
lied that if you had loved me you
would at least have let me explain
You would have read my letters, o
given me one interview. 1t was g.
wretched subterfuge to break off an
engagement of which you had grown
weary"
"Mr. Lamont" said Marion quietly
this is not the time or place for re-
ordinations. The past is past and
you are Kitty's. Believe me, the pain
have to bear for my foolish PRIDE
They stood face to face under the
glow of the lamp and there was nd
sound heard except that of theil
breathing and of the slow clock-ticks.
81 have repented thousand times.
Il you must know" said Marion grave
ly. ri will confess my fault. / have
loved you and can never cease loving
you. Therefore, for Kitty's sake, re-
member that we have never met be-
fore'
do you mean that, Marion?" muir
INJURED the man, and In a moment he
had taken her into his arms and she
was lying upon his breast and weeping
out the sorrows of half ten years.
Marion, l don't know what you
mean about Kitty" he said, "but it was
to meet you that she asked me here,
She learned about our broken engage
ment from the Fernleys, and"
A musical laugh broke In upon their
ears. They started guiltily apart, to
see Kitty, respondent in her evening
gown, gazing mischievously from one
to the other.
"Kitty!" exclaimed Marion accusing
ly, but there were happy tears upon
her cheeks.
II told you," Kitty almost sang, Il
told you that in few days ! should
have an engagement to announce. Ma
rion, darling, am going to kiss Harry
for the first time. May I?'
Copyright. 1914, by w. G.. Chapman)
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CHAPTER vi.
MAD Anthony.

& Beyond the selvage Of the sleepy
Ieaf-sheltered village a cherry Dor
dered lane met the Red Road. On its
one side was covered pasture and
beyond this an orchard, bounded by a
tall hedge of close-clipped box which
separated it from broad yard where
the gray-weathered roof of Rosewood
showed above a group of tulip and
catalpa trees. On the sunny steps a
lop-eared puppy was playing with a
notified cat.
The front door was open, showing a
hall where stood a grandfather's clock
and a" spindle-legged table holding a
bowl of potpourri. The timepiece had
landed from a sailing vessel at James
town wharf with the household goods
of that English Garland who had
adopted the old Middle Plantation
when Dunmore was royal governor un-
der George III. Framed portraits and
engravings lent tints of furnished sill
yer, old-rose and sunset-golds-co
time-toned and reminiscent, carrying a
charming sense Of peaceful content, of
gentlenesss and long tradition. The
dark polished stairway had at its turn
a square dormer-window which looked
out upon one of the rose-arbors.
Down this stair, somewhat later that
afternoon, came Shirley cambridge,
booted and spurred, the rebellious
whorls of her russell hair now as close
iy.filleted as a Greek boys, In a short
divided skirt of yew-green and a cool
white blouse and swinging by its rib
bon a green hat whose rolling brim
was caught up at one side by crisp
blue-black hawks feather. She stopped
to peer out of the dormer-window to
where, under the latticed weave Of
bloom beside round iron table hold
ing a hoop of embroidery and book
or two d lady sat reading.
The lady's hair was silver, but not
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CHAPTER v.-ContInued.

The girl walked on up the highway
with a Hitting stride, now and then
laughing to herself or running few
steps, occasionally. stopping by some
hedge to pull leaf which she rubbed
against her cheek, smelling its keen
new scent, or stopping to gaze out
across the orange-green belts of sun
ny wfnd-dimpled fields, one hand push
ing back her mutinous hair from her
brow, the other shielding her eyes.
Farther on the highroad looped around
a strip of young forest, and she struck
into this for short cut. In the depth
she sat down to rest on the sun
splashed roots Of a tree. Leaning back
against the scanned trunk. her. felt hat
fallen to the ground, she looked like
some sea-woman emerging from an
earth-hued pool to comb her hair
against a dappled rock.
She drew back against the tree and
caught her breath as 4 bulldog frisked
over a messy boulder just in front of
her.
A moment more and she had thrown
herself on her knees with both arms
outstretched. "Oh, you splendid crea-
ture!" she cried, you big, lovely
white darling!"
The dog seemed in no way averse to
this sensational proceeding. He re-
sponded instantly not merely with tail
wagging, but with ecstatic grunts and
growls Where did you come FROM
she questioned, as his pink tongue
struggled desperately to find a cheek
through the swhorl of coppery hair.
Why, you must be the one l was told
not to be afraid Of
She petted and fondled the smooth
intelligent muzzle. AS If any one
could be afraid of you! Well set your
master right on that point" Smiling
to herself, she pulled one Of the roses
from her belt, and twisting a wisp OF
long grass, wound it round and round
the dogs neck and thrust the ragged
rose-stem firmly through it. Nov,
she said, and pushed him gently from
her, "go back, sir!"
He whined and licked her hand, but
when she repeated the command, he
turned obediently and left her A lit
tie way from her he halted, with a
sudden perception, Of mysterious pun,
tshment, Shrugged. sat down, and tried
to reach the irksome grass-wisp with
his teeth. / This, failing. he rolled la
bpriously in the dirt.
Then he rose, cast reproachful
glance behind him, and trotted off.
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name. / don't suppose name makes
any difference she replied. And in
describing love, my dear. You may
have had proposals, of course. If you
have, you will know that not one
man in fifty kneels. | shouldn't have
respected Doctor Durnford's intelli-
gence if he had. Now take proposals
in books Pages and pages, chapters
sometimes, whereas the real thing
happens like this: Doctor Durnford
met me at the corner of the road. by
the sign post, and he asked me what
| was going to do, and / said / was
going for a walk And he said, very
naturally, I thought, May come,
too? / bowed Then he said nothing
till we got to Dyer's Pond, and then
he said, May walk with you through
life?' I said, Yes That was all. He
gave me the ring; it was in his peck
ct. Diamonds and sapphires, small,
but large enough"
"She went on:
What could be simpler? We had
an oak suite in the dining-room, a ma
hogany suite in the consulting-room.
a satinwood suite in the drawing-room
and ash in the bedroom. We had
good carpets throughout, changing on
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MARION AND HARRY
By JOHN HAND.

Kitty met Marion Haynes at the
door.
why, Marion, dear, this seems too
dear to be true" she said. And now
that I've got you here l am not going
to let you go home for q whole month
at least
The girls had been inseparable at
college, but they had graduated at the
same time, five years before, and since
then they had not seen each other, for
they lived in towns nearly hundred
miles apart. Gradually the exchange
of letters had dwindled, and in spite
of their continued affection they had
become reconciled to the separation.
Then Kitty had seemed to discover
a new interest in her friend. She had
written to her to come and spend q
week or two with her, and had insisted
until Marion came.
That evening, when the girls were
alone, Kitty said:
Marion, l have secret to tell YOU"
Marion's eyes instantly fell to the
level of Kitty's lap. But the engage
ment finger had no ring on it.
1--WE haven't spoken word of love
as yet" Kitty continued, "but l am
very fond of Harry. and l know he
cares for me. Now, Marion, you re-
member when we were at college we
promised never to have any secrets
from each other. Has there been any
romance in your own life?"
Marion remained dumb. Some things
are too tragic to be told.
"You see, about Harry and me-" Kit
ty prattled on-she had always been
chatterbox-"it is this way: / met
him through our mutual friends the
each other from the first minute. And
he was so interesting; he had had an
unhappy love affair couple of years
ago. Mr.. Lamont was wildly in love
with some girl or other, and she Tilted
him."
Marion sat as still as though she
had been turned to stone. Harry La
mont! She ought to have known that
fate had not brought her there for no
purpose.
ut was very sad" Kitty continued
artlessly. "This girl and Harry were
wildly in love with each other, and
they would have been married long
ago but for the Misunderstanding
such an absurd one, too. Harry is a
lawyer, and he had been defending
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come fom," he said, zen heah"-his
arm veered and he pointed straight
toward the ragged hill behind them
The stay"
Lusk laughed noiselessly. Hes
pointing TO Damory Court" he whis-
pered to Nancy Chalmers, 1.-THE only
uninhabited place within ten miles
That's as near as he often hits it,
fancy
"Heah's whah he stay" repeated the
old man. Heap oh trouble wait heah
TO- him too, honey,-heap oh trouble
heah whah iii mistis fin him.
Come, Anthony" said Judge Chal.
mers, laying his hand on the old mans
shoulder. That's much too mourn
full! Give her something nice to top
off with, at least!"
But Anthony paid no heed. "Gr' ct
trouble. Dah's fab en- she ain afeahd
en- dahs watah en- she ain afeahd. En-
All sees yo' gwine ter him, honey. All
heah's de co'ot-house clock a-strikin' in
de night-en yo' gwine DON wait,
DON wait, lii mistis, er de trouble
cloud gwine kyah him erway fom yo'
When de clock strike thuh-
teen-when de clock strike thuh-
teen"
The droning voice ceased. The
gaunt form became rigid. Then he
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some actress who was charged with
having committed perjury in notori-
ous case. Harry succeeded in having
her acquitted, and she wrote him an
absurd, gushing, hysterical letter. He
mailed it to his sweetheart by mis-
take. Isn't it dreadful to think how
the happiness of lifetime can hinge
upon trifle like that? The girl re-
turned it to him with a scathing note
and refused to listen to any explana-
tons. ALI his letters were sent back
unopened. She refused to see him
when he called at her house. They
have never met since. Don't you pity
him, Marion?"
Eyes," said Marion in low voice.
"And now at last he is going to be
happy again." Kitty went on, land
know-well, I know that within few
days l shall have an engagement to
announce. And, Marion, dear, he is
coming to call tonight and l wanted
so much to have you meet him."
Marion sat staring into the fire. She
was trapped, fairly trapped. nc run
away was impossible; it would not
only mortally affront Kitty, but would
tell her the secret. And it would show
Harry that she was afraid of him. How
miserable she had been over that af
fair! For months she had struggled
with the impulse to write to him, but
her pride was too strong for her. And
now-how foolish she had been!
Well, there was nothing to do but to
meet him brazenly, and for Kitty's
sake no word must pass that would
betray them.
A ring at the bell, and Kitty started
up excitedly.
That's Harry" she exclaimed
And 1 haven't got ready. Marion,
,an't-I simply can't let him see me
With my hair like this. You must en-
certain him for five minutes till am
,eady" And she flew up the stairs
Just as the maid announced the guest
They knew each other at once, and
stood dumbly watching each other,
each conscious of the same bewilder
ing surprise and pain. Then Marion
found herself murmuring the conven-
tional words Of greeting.
"Sit down, Mr.. Lamont" she said.
Kitty won't be long. I'll go and see
if"
Marion" said the man in low
voice, cit is no use playing with each
other like this. For Gods sake tell
me what you are going to do"
What / am going to do?" Marion
found herself automatically repeating.
why, Harry''-the word broke spon-
aneously from her lips--'I am not 60
ing to do anything. For Kitty's sake
no mention of the past must be made.
We have met for the first time: we
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BRIGHTEN THAT NORTH ROOM
SkilIfuI Touches in Arrangement OF
Furniture and Draperies VIII
Accomplish Wonders.

would advise papering the room
with a self-toned paper, light tan in
color as near to the tint of sunshine
as you can get. Your shades should,
of course, match those in use all over
the house. Then make your drapery
curtains of tan art scrimm, just a
deep hemstitched hem at the bottom.
and allow them to hang straight.
Stain the woodwork white and give
it several coats, finishing off with an
enamel or egg-shell finish. For the
center of the room have an art
square" made. This may be woven as
the rag rugs are or crocheted or knit
ted. I prefer the woven rugs and
beautiful solid effects with handsome
borders now possible.
Try to have the rose color pre-
dominate in rug and articles of fur
nishing for the bureau and chiffonier.
pillows and couch cover. With white
enamel furniture, the north room will
be far from cold. repellant room.
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NOT LIKE THE REAL THING
Critic Of NoveIIsts Complains That
Writers Do Not Properly Rep
resent Life as 1t Is.

Mrs, Durnford was known to disap-
prove of literary people, writes Mrs.
Mary C. E. Wemyss in People of
Pophahn, and her proud boast was
that she meyer read novels. i can
see life as. it is, without its being
made ridiculous by people who know
nothing about it," she: would declare
You see, Miss. Hope, what object
I'd in writing is this" said Mrs. Durn-
ford. You set out to write book,
which heaven forbid! You write about
me! Well, you haven't the least idea
what i am thinking about! You say,
Mrs. Durnford was very much
touched when / told her about old Mr.
Tubbs, DEATH Her. eyes. filled with
tears Wel., they didn't. wanted to
sneeze, that was all! Seer"
We'll. that would be called literary
license am sure you would feel
the death of Mr. Tubb dreadfully;
cam imagine any one would" ! said.
Il juss happened to think of the
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Dr.. Johnson,s Dictionary.

DR.. Johnson's ignorance of deriva.
tons led him into absurdities of spell
ing that were admitted even by Boss
well. DR.. Johnson's methods in trac-
ing etymologies were of the simplest,
This is a great work, sir" said DR..
Adams to him. How are you to get
all the etymologies? why, sir" re-
piled Johnson, here is shelf with
Junius and Skinner and others, and
there is Welsh gentleman who has
published collection of Welsh prov
erbs who will help me with the
Welsh" And so the famous diction-
airy was written, with little assistance
from the learned, as the dictionary
maker himself complained. That lit
tie came from a man who sent him a
list of 80 derivations.
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(TO BE CONTINUED
Why the Express Was Lite.

The Vinegar Valley express was late
again Sunday morning Along the rail-
road track, wherever necessary, tla
company has green slabs stuck up
with red w painted on them. These
are signals notifying the engineer to
whistle. Sunday, Will Carter was
standing by the side of the srack be-
tween here and Humidity when the
express came along. The engineer, g
new hand, saw his red nose. which
crooks like letter 8, and thought 1t
a signal to stop, which he die. When
the express stops that way out bs-
tween stations the passengers all have
to get of and push before they cen
start again and sometimes it dort
carry very many passengers.--Kansea
City Star.
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and will be transplanted sunshir;
corner.-Exchange
Old Newspapers.

The earliest English newspaper, Ma
thaniel Buffers Weekly News, some
copies of which are to be seen at thss
advertising exhibition. had several
predecessors abroad. The first a.
these in point of time was the Ordinaris
Avisa, the publication of which began
at Strassburg in 16O9-14 years before
the appearance Of Nathaniel Butter'a
venture In 1920 Abraham Verhoeven
founded the Nieuwe Thiidingen at
Antwerp, and this continued to ap
pear weekly for 227 years. The old.
est existing newspaper is apparently
the Swedish official gazette, which
dates back to 1914.
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His Lonesomeness.

"Why, Mr. Clarke" said the board
ing-house mistress, as she entered the
parlor and found the young man alone,
whatever is the trouble?"
Nothing" was the reply. II was
sitting here with the creatures of my
brain for company" and the budding
author looked at the visitors accom-
panying the woman with something
like resentment for the interruption.
"You poor thing!" said the woman
earnestly, Il said to myself as /
opened the door, if he don't look
lonesome, then never saw man
that did ILLUSTRATED Sunday Maya
zine
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Literary Office Holders.

among living English literary men
who have taken the kings shilling"
says the London Express, "are Mr..
Edmond Gosse, librarian of the house
of lords; Mr. W. W. Jacobs, who was
in the postoflice; Mr.. Sidney Webbl
who was in the colonial Office; Mr..
Austin Dobson, who was at the board
Of trade, and Sir Sidney Colvin, who
was, and Mr.. Lawrence Binyon, who
Is, an official at the British museum. :"
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croesus Preferred.

Two poets sat having frugal glass
Il wish Burns and Poe were WITH
us tonight" said one. 1--WE could
have a rollicking time"
'Td rather have Croesus here" salo
the other HE could buy a few
drinks. Those other fsllowa wouldr'l
have cent"