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seemed to be In the same class. yet
Cassius ]. Keyser. professor OF math-
ematics in Columbia university.
shows us things in a new light.
Although he comedies that religion
is emotion rather than scientific rea'
soning. he says that Religion and
the spirit of science are not incom.
patible.' And theology, he points
out, Is not emotion but doctrine.
Though science Is atheistic. man is
not. and man is greater infinitely
than science, art, philosophy and re-
ligion. His ability to love, to as.
pire, to conquer. TO strive for perfec.
ton can never be explained by any
system or doctrine which can be dis
covered or made.
The idea OF proving by mathemat-
les the various concepts of theology
is a new one, and IL Is worked out
with a beautifully reverent spirit
which commends itself TO the man
OF science and the religious devotee
alike.
This scholarly little book Is pub.
lished by the Yale University press.
and would require careful study for
an adequate review: Is cents.
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at that. Wen, IL 10 III nohes'
trade"
He raised fine old silver tankard
to his lips. and drank the remnant
OF the pint OF beer that he allowed
himself for his evening meal. Then
he rose from his chair and made his
way into the drawing room. A song
lay open on the piano. and he looked
at IL. The words were passionate,
ridiculous. He turned TO the title
page and saw his wife's name writ.
ten in a big, sprawling handwriting.
That brute Haig." he thought
well. | dare say he would tame her
If let him have the chance"
Outside of the house the rain
poured down steadily. The wind had
dropped, and the air seemed very
close and still One OF the windows
was open, and the sound OF the rain
pattering on a shrub underneath the
sill was irritating and monotonous.
When half an hour had elapsed q
flash OF lightning lii up the white
easement curtains, and few sec
onds later there was a long rumble
OF thunder. Treverton rose from his
chair and drew aside the small cur
tain over the window.
"She won't return tonight" he
said TO himself. She will sleep a.
the Mowbrays."
That was practically certain. The
Mowbrays had motor car and could
easily have driven their guest home.
But Alice would not allow them TO
do this. She would stay thereto
irritate him and make people talk
OF his brutality She was doubtless
looking forward 10 the scene await
ing her on her return.
Something is going TO happen to-
night" he thought Something ter
rible-something that will shadow
my whole life"
Then ne laughed at his own fears.
What disaster could happen? So far
from fearing death he would vel
come IL. His wife might go OF with
Haig; that would mean a scandal.
a period OF shame. a grave dishonor
to his name.
But IL could hardly be reckoned as
disaster that would shadow his
whole life. This was something less
grim and terrible. He shivered In
spite of the heat; he was cold and
sick with physical fear. II was use
less for him to laugh at his own
fancies. He knew that he was
afraid.
I'D better get to bed" he said
aloud. when few minutes had
elapsed He rose from his chair
and. crossing the room TO a small ia
BILE. mixed himself strong brandy
and soda. He raised the glass to
his lips. drank half the contents and
then seated himself at his writing
table
He had just remembered letter
he had to write. There was only one
post a day from the village-at 1890
but the postman who brought the
delivery in the morning vas willing
to take letters into the post town on
his bicycle to catch the IL o'clock
mail.
He took a stamped sheet of note
paper from a drawer. dipped his pen
in the ink and then opened carved
oak box in which he kept the letters
he had received and had not answer
ed. On the top Of the pile lay an
envelope addressed TO him in his
wife's handwriting:
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By J. B.
Harris
Burland.
James Treverton. Esy.,
The Manor House,
Comnto on Nerney.

Compton Verney.
For a few seconds he stared at 1t.
his left hard holding up the lip OF
the box. his right still gripping his
pen. Then he laid the pen down on
the table, picked up the letter and
closed the box.
His face was very pale. but there
was no fear in his eyes. He slowly
tore open the envelope. drew out a
stamped sheet OF his own notepapei
his wife always used shade OF
pale blue with a black crest on it
and read the contents. They ran as
follows:
Dear JIM don't know when you
will find this. but you will doubtless
look for something OF the sort when
you hear from the Mowbrays that !
did not dine with them tonight.
"Tve gone OF with the man ! love.
and you are not likely TO see me
again, as we shall not return to
England for some years, and long be-
fore then you will have got rid OF
me and forgotten my existence. You
will probably be too busy making
some other woman miserable to
keep any place in your thoughts for
me.
I'm heartily glad TO be rid Of you,
and I've no doubt. as you read this
letter. you will dance and sing with
Joy. thought could hold out until
you had kicked over the traces your
self. But you're a cunning devil.
and fortune has been on your side.
I'd have stuck 10 my guns II Capt
Haig had not been going TO leave
England. That broke me down--not
your brutality.
We'll. ! won't waste any more ink
on you. When you bring an action
shant defend IL. don't quite
know the proceedings when the
guilty parties are inaccessible. but
doubtless you Will fnd out. Neither
I nor Dick intend TO put any obsta-
Gle in your path. Goodbye. and God
help any woman that Is tied to you.
Alice Treverton.
He folded up the letter. laid II
down on the table and looked at II
for a few seconds Then he picked
II up and read IL through again. His
face was calm. his lips tightly press
ed together. There was neither JOY
nor sorrow in his eyes.
Il tried my best to stop this" he
said to himself. when ne had pc
rused the letter for the second time.
God knows tried my best"
The darkness swept down again.
but the picture still remained. vivid
and sharp. in the retina of the eye,
A minute later there was long roll
of thunder. The storm was passing
away.
"I must do something" he
thought. IL can't sit here and dc
nothing"
He rose TO his feet. drank the re-
mainder OF his brandy and soda. and
thrust the letter into his pocket
Then he closed the window and rams
the bell.
Us Edwards in the Kitchen" he
asked the servant, when she entered
the room.
Yes, sir; he be just soing of 70
bed
Tell him to put the horse into the
carriage" said Treverton sharply
Il want TO go to the station"
Tonight. sir?"
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THE AVALANCHE"


Il shall be ready for II In 10 min
uter-when have changed my
clothes"
lie made his way upstairs to his
bedroom. looked at himself In the
glass and laughed.
mo wonder the girl was scared. :"
he said 10 himself. Il look like a
hunted criminal"
He flung himself of his muddy
clothes and dressed for dinner. His
meals as likely as not consisted OF n
chop. fried potatoes and a milk pud.
ding. Often, when his wife was not
IN. 1t was less than that. AT the
best OF times they lived very poorly
in those days Of poverty. But James
Treverton always dressed for dinner.
1t was link with the old days when
be had been something better than
a farmer.
The chop was execrably cooked
gray. tough and indigestible: the
potatoes were burnt to cinder and
there was no pudding. Treverton
made no comment on the slender.
ness OF the meal He was not hun
CRY. and if he had been there was
plenty OF bread and cheese. There
had been a time when he was partic-
ular. even fastidious, about his food.
But he never gave IL a thought in
these days. He was In a prison and
was content with prison fare.
"Will you have some bread and
cheese. sir?" said the servant as she
removed his plate.
mo. thank you. Annie" he an
swered quietly.
Nothing more. sir?"
Nothing, thank YOU"
She left the room. and told the
cook that there was something
queer about master-not hisself at
ALL" James Treyerton. left TO his
own thoughts, lit a cigarette and
smiled grimly.
The contrast between the meal
and its setting seemed to amuse HIM
The fine old silver. the valuable
glass. the large paneled room, the
portraits OF his ancestors-two of
them by Romney-suggested. IL not
wealth. at any rate a fair share OF
this worlds goods. Without doubt
they represented money. and the
pictures alone could have been sold
for 10000 pounds.
To these things. the possessions
of his ancestors. he chung as though
they represented the last shred OF
his honor The old house, the few
acres OF land that surrounded II. the
furniture. the silver, the pictures
the books-these were all that were
left to show that the Trevertons had
once been great folk in the land.
Two generations Of spendthrifts
had brought them down from their
high estate before James Trevert on
inherited the property. His grand
father had lived at verney Hall, and
in those days the manor house. the
original home of the race. had been
occupied by farmer. His father
had lived at the lower house, ia
cobean building that had come into
the family through a marriage with
the Lacys. Now the dover house
had been sold, and this alone re-
manned.
"A farmer" said Treverton 10 him.
self. leaning back in his chair. and
looking at large portrait of Ire
verton, who had been lord chief JUS
tice OF England in the reign OF
Queen Anne. land not a good farmer
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held his cigarette trembled.
zone OF these days" he said slow
", Il may turn on you
strike me. perhaps she teered'
Beat me. as a laborer beats MS
WIFE,"
mo, he answered quietly. Kill
you"
She screamed with laughter, and
then. as she looked at his face her
laughter died away into silence.
xiii you he repeated slowly
.and then kill myself You'd better
be careful. Alice. When a stream
has been damned up and the dam
breaks--well. il often sweeps away
everything
She laughed Historically Bravo.
she cried. You've threatened 10
kin NELL tell everyone that How
they will laugh. Pshaw. you're too
fond OF your own life"
"Of course am he said dryiy'
"well, l don't think We need pro-
long this ridiculous scene. | have
some letters 10 write before the post
goes out
Can l have the carriage to go TO
the Mowbrays for dinner"
mo; / have told Edwards II IL
not to 20 out. II he disobeys me.
he'll be dismissed"
She looked at him for few sec
inds without speaking. Then she
turned on her heel and left the room
banging the door behind her.
James Treverton sat motionless
for more than a minute. Then he
rose from his chair. and walking TO
the window. looked out across the
lawns. II was raining hard. and the
trees that separated the garden from
the meadows beyond bent and shiv-
cred In the wind.
Again and again he had been driv-
en- almost to the verge OF madness.
one day the stake Of his reason and
self-control would snap in two. and
he would break Broken In spirit he
was already. but he had not lost con-
troll.
"She wants me TO play into her
hands," he thought-"to strike her
to put myself in the wrong. Well,
may strike her one OF these days"
He lit his pipe and leaned forward
In his chair. with his elbows resting
on his knees. and his chin on his
hands. His mind went back into the
past, travelling swiftly through the
years.
How clearly he saw Il all. the
cruel hand Of destiny gripping him
and dragging him downward. ever
downward. and then pointing up at
freedom-And hishonor.
II was barely . year ago that he
had met Sibyi Lowther. Her mother.
. widow, had taken verney Hall on
. seven years. lease. Sibyi was an
only child, and . great heiress. She
wss IS and fortune-hunters swarmed
around her. From the very first
James Treverton had been attracted
by both mother and daughter.
Both he and his wife had been fire.
Quent visitors to the house and an
intimacy had sprung up between the
two families. For a little while Ire
verton had basked in the sunshine
Of sympathy and friendship. Then
Alice Treverton had made a scene
and the house had been closed to
them forever. But l'ttle while had
been long enough for friendship on
Treverton's part to ripen into love.
He was an honorable man, and new
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leonic wars alone. "Decrepitude In
a nation" says Prof. Jordon, lis not
due to age but war" A fact not gen
orally known TO Americans Is that
the people of Alsace-Lorraine have
always been what Is known as sec
ond-ciass Germans never having
been accorded the dignity OF full cit
izenship.
war and the Progress OF So
ciety," by Prof. I. w. Houerth.
startIes US With this quotation: The
stationary condition OF the human
race Is the rule; the progressive. the
exception:
How the United States adjusted
itself to changed conditions In the
world OF commerce during the last
year. Is briefly and ably told in a
short article In The New Republic.
Everyone was frightened. and every
one, the banks included. reefed their
sails. Everyone thought the war
would have a disastrous effect upon
the industries OF this country. How
we have come back to the normal
and righted ourselves after this
near.panic Is given In a nutshell and
Is OF interest to all.
The present activity in England In
regard TO negotiations with neutral
countries with reference to their
shipping, shows US the danger OF be-
ing o party to any such course. for II
might. in the future. initiate greatly
against the United States. Norman
Angel explains the situation fully In
"A New Kind OF War"
More about the Scott Nearing
case. which seems to be stirring the
Americans a. did Ferrer the Span
iards a few years ago. Both we're
progressives and both encountered
opposition from the conservative,
moneyed class. Fortunately, Scott
Nearing cannot be sacrificed. as was
Ferrer.
rA~ ~~~~. Co T,vAoA ara aid IN
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A Serial Mystery Story Of
Absorbing Interest

with little cry of horror.
"Mr. Treverton." she stammered.
you must have made a mistake
am sure-Capt. Haig---"
"Is the soul of honor. OF course"
he interrupted. IAN officer and a gen.
tleman. But my wife has gone on
with him. and has left letter to
that effect"
For q few moments there was 81
lence. Mowbray glanced at his wife
and then looked denantly at Trever-
ton.
well. it's your own fault" he said
after a pause.
VERY likely" Treverton answered
drily. but perhaps you will answer
my questions Where did Capt. Hais
say that he was going to-"
London" said Mrs. Mowbray.
"weli. as my husband says. It's your
own fault. know very well how
you've treated her. l heard from her .
this evening""
"You heard from herr"
yes She sent me note to say
that she couldn't come to dinner
that she was too upset-that she'd
had another scene with you-that
you'd threatened to kill her.
"Pshaw, said Treverton. con-
temptuously. who brought you the
note!"
Young Davis-the son OF the
blacksmith
Where did she meet him."
II don't know. I didn't ask"
"Show me the letter"
Certainly not. But when you
bring an action against them III
produce It,"
Ireverton looked at her for few
seconds without speaking. Then he
turned on his heel and iet. tire room.
An hour later he found young
Davis AID frightened the tie out OF
him. He learned that the 10y had
met his wife a mile out OF the vii.
lage. near the Holt Woods and that
she was walking in the direction OF
Fairview.
When she had given him the note
she turned back. Davis had seen
nothing OF a motor car or even heard
the sound OF one in the distance.
The time. so far as the lad could
rememberd. was about halfpast six.
Treverton made further inquiries.
and II was past midnight when he
returned home He made his way
to the library. flung himself into
chair and leaned back In II with
closed eyes.
Hour after hour he set there. max
ing up the accounts between himself
and his wife, weighing everything
carefully. setting this one on one
side OF the score and that on the
other. Fsf
Perhaps n I had been kinder to
her" he kept saying to himself.
Perhaps n had forgiven her more
often; perhaps II sybil had not
come into my life"
He judged himself without mercy.
and threw a fierce light on every
past word and action. He had not
been perfect. What man was per-
feet? He had tried hard. had borne
much. had suffered intensely.
| And now he thought. as the
gray dawn showed through a chink
In the easement curtain, cit In all
over. Nothing can door say
can make any difference. God alone
can Judge between us"
| CONTINUED Tomorrow
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er by word or look did he betray the
secret Of his heart.
He would rather have killed him
self than TO have sullied the fine pur'
ity OF a undetermined woman by so
much as a breath of his passion. He
fought against his own feelings and
aept them under control One day
he might be free. But he would do
nothing 10 gain his freedom. On the
contrary. he did all in his power TO
insure his wife's fidelity.
He gave her no rope with which
TO hang herself. II anything, he
looked after her more strictly and
sternly that he had done before the
other woman came into his life. One
day he might be free, but he never
longed or prayed for his freedom.
He bore his servitude like a man.
seeing no way out Of 1t save through
death or dishonor.
Outside the house the rain stream
ed down from a gray sky. and lash
eu against TIC HluliiohNb "AhNN''S
Of the old manor house. II was 4
O'Clock on an August afternoon, but
IL was very dark in the long. low
ceilinged room. He felt weak and
i'll and tired. as he always did after
these violent scenes He was sick
at heart. disguised with the vulgar
ity and brutality OF II all. There
was nothing beautiful in his life
now. II was as gray as the skies. as
sordid as the mud into which the
wind was beating the flowers OF the
garden.
Then he heard the faint sound OF
a piano and the clear. hard tones OF
woman's voice. He could not hear
the words, but he knew the song-a
song of love.
He smiler grimly. and. putting on
an overcoat, went out into the rain.
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CHAPTER II

IL was long after lark when James
Treverton returned TO his house. He
had seen to one or two things on
the farm. and had then tramped
across country in the driving rain TO
the border of the Verney Hall estate.
to a point where he could see the
house in the distance through the
gray curtain OF mist. He had stood
there for quite half an hour, until
darkness had come down and shut IL
out from his sight.
Then he had plodden home again
He was wet 10 the skin. and smear
ed with the earth Of the fields. He
had fallen once. In jumping a ditch,
and the mud was plastered on his
coat and face. He had cut his hands
in getting over a barbed wire fence
and they were streaked with blood
AS he entered, the hall the maidser
want, who was closing the chutters
turned and stared at him with q
frightened look in her eyes. He was
certainly a terrifying spectacle.
where is your MISTRESS" he ask
ed.
shes gone out, sir"
"How long ago."
Bout half an hour after you did
sir
I'm the carriage"
mo. sir-she was walking"
did she say when she would be
back
mo, sir: but she gave orders thai
there was only to be dinner served
for one"
rs dinner ready"
Yes, sir-half an hour ago"
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B OOKS

el. Alsc Twecdle takes a shaw
1ttjtude when. In her new
- delegates to woman the
- propose. Certainly she has
~ - q certainly man has
- - REFUSE, which perhaps she
~ IKE vssy we'll. Whether
kbposso IN words or not IL
1ooJly e little account. She Is
1toA for Z man In the matrimo-
lminaries almost anyday.
lgekty generslly - clay on the
, wheel, and she knows It.
M shs has proposed since
49, though We have no rec.
,en the world over" Geo.
Ulon publisher. New York.
ayo rad one Of Mrs. J. e.
ooS Engiish novels, which
~ uont 20 read another.
NJ has seen the quaint.
nG1EoA towns she describes,
11e ny housss and crooked
Vim he Inevitable church
ent M chimes near By.
~ IN IL charm OF II all.
q ~ Window IL her
49, 49, - hr,s.o IN have
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Iil ~, ~ ~ Asssesstea


~ ! slsvs.- ssid Alice Ire
ocely. r shall do what !
na - where I like. I'm not In
/ intsnd 70 b free-do you
y -ftSsf-
lnt sniIe aickered across her
"a Iips. He looked ct her
skzaGged his shoulders. Her
klcnl face pushed with anger.
~. 2tormy eyes. her graceful.
o1s ouivoring body. her white
ahimmsring against the back
q old oak paneling. formed
lnfo tha& would have delighted
S James Treverton. weary to
TX aneh scenes. could not deny
noEpo beauty Of the woman
40 there, with clenched hands.
800 spirit Of the storm. But
NOyOt4OI WOJ 49, 00~o 49, WV
1Gc killed By her own hands.
- only contempt for her now
on. perhaps. hatred-but for
ltst paft contempt
4 ~ Iong - you are my wife," he
~ t1ouly. II must expect you TO
$500 ny wishes- disapprove
nr Friendship with Haig. and l
n - u % and dine with the
1870 tonight-.
q Af1r'
Y ~ snppostng ! disobeyy'
y "a noe reply. He took . cigar
tkom the silver box on the writ
fnhSs ana III Il.
M Woald not keep me here BY
| " = sbe said q . low voice.
RooftainIy not We haven't sunk
u - low - that. But you can
= Rxo the carriage tonight
xHnfI make We walk? very well
~ what III DO. I'll arrive there
se6 With mud--in my coat and
au can do what you please"
1nat 80. she continued slowly
4 en- possibly matter to you
M I "A. I'm nothing TO you. II J
- toznorrow. and went on with
llkor man. you'd b glad. You'd
I - dsnce With Joy"
fn ~ NY wife, Alice" he said,
ri, sana you've sot to behave
~. / don't like the Mowbrays
4 HE them less than ever,
noe Haig = staying there. !
II 111eady saiA that " could not
- II you g yca WIN create
I intend 70 TO- she replied
I'M Valk over there, and II they
- eto1 ne hack. l shall stay the
keosksd tho ashes on his cigar
~ must please yourself" he
Untetly. "But you'd better NOT
~. Alice. keep my temper
vii. But I'm human. One
1ca 1Ays. perhaps. II you drive
0o haf6. / may turn on you"
6Sk0 not man enough for that"
G1n nfter . pause. you are
NM u get rid Of me-waiting
4our opportunity. Oh. yes. 4
yonr sneaking ways: you'D
g ~ behind my back. Oh.
y tats you!"
1nilsd wearily. The hand that
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about this subtle, tactful work.
Geo. II. Doran, New York.
A novel In the form OF a beautiful
allegory. (rather a romance) Ia Al
adore" by Henry Newbott. Sir
Ywair leaves his worldly goods and
goes out into the world az a pill.
grim seeking. as all pilgrims have
sought. for the thing which makes
life worth while. He finds IL in the
Realm OF the Spirit. among the
things which "eye hath not seen
nor car heard"
F.. p. Dutton, New York
A walk around the courts OF the
Panama exposition with one OF its
architects to explain and answer all
your questions before you asked
them. would be = rare privilege. and
that Is what John d. Barry purports
TO give us in his City OF Domes."
The book is filed with fine illustra-
tons. with paragraphs OF explana-
ton attached.
Epicureanism In literature is how
the Book OF Preferences in Litera.
ture" is described by an admirer.
We usually want to choose our own
literary food and taboo club break
fasts and table d'hote dinners, but
} II is pleasant and interesting TO
know what others like and enjoy II
with them. whether we altogether
agree or not.
+. p. Dutton, New York
Tho Century Co. has published
Charles p. Towns book. Habits
That Handicap" Mr. Town Is the
originator OF the anti-drug legisla.
ton in New York state. and has
been conducting clinic for a ma.
tional committee interested In pris-
on reform subjects. A few years
ago. he successfully treated 1000
Chinese for opium. Henry Ford re-
Gently sent Ave alcoholic and drug
users TO New York TO take the
Town treatment with q view TO
using Il IN bis new hospital A