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In Mondayss
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$50 BE IT THEM

Carl MendaN was late in returning
that afternoon, AZ he had frequently
been during the last few months. He
was probably spending an additional
half-hour in the Bagsby's drawing
room, or having been "accidentally''
overtaken on his way from the high
school by Mrs. Bagsby's car. was be-
ing motoFsd home. He would b
dropped at the foot Of Twin Oaks Hill.
while she. continued her fayorfte ride
along the Boulevard. That had hap
pened more than once 'before.
Mrs. Mendall's face set when sun
down anne. and stu Mendali aid not
come. He always told her whether
he had bean sitting bafore Mrs. Bay1-
by's hre. or riding with her along the
country roads. and always ~ Il pre-
pared TO defend shimSelf. But she had
nerer attacked him ~ 50 much a al
'fhstnuation. II she made any conn-
ment, II was never anything but Z
pleasant one.
For Mrs. Msndali had married With
some knowiedse of her husband'l
character, - much u IL yOuchsaxsd
20 Z wbtmAA bef0re marriage, aaA
Tires years Of intfnac1 haA tanSht
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her shn more: not everything. for It
takes a lifetime together to gain the
more complete knowledge, and even
then there may be much that is not
! even suspected.
But Mrs. Aenda!l had watched Carl
Mendall grow into manhood in the
small New England town where they
had been born. She was thirty and he
twenty-five when they we're married.
He had been her lover since he was
seventeen. Even during the year
when he had starved in Paris, and the
three tumuituous years in Mexico, his
letters had ONE 10 her regularly. She
meant something to him that no 9TH
er woman could mean; that was her
c%onviction; therefore she had married
him.
Marriage had done much t unset
tie her conviction. but with the
knowledge that she held possession.
she had put up her fight in her own
determined way. In the first year of
their marriage Mendau had played in
artist fashion with a girl whose little
grace had fascinated him. It was at
a little mountain resort where the
Mendalls were spending their vaca-
ton. Mrs. Mendall had bitten her
wrists until they bled in the parox-
ysrns OF Jealousy that had swept her,
put with never a word I her hus-
band. The diraple in her cheek came
and went as usual when IN his pres
ence, and nightly her arms circled
him, but that 1.-THE. long-Hn1bed girl.
who could not take her eyer from
Mendall. had q mother. and one day
mother and daughter packed their
trunks and departed from the littls
mountain resort It was ali done very
quietly, while Mendall was away on
a days hunting, and on his return he
had wondered and questioned in vain.
The next year, because Mefda1l had
grown passionate1y to hate Laclasse
and his teaching, Mrs. Mecdall had
urged their going to an artists colony
In the East. There he had been
charmed by a .dark-eyed woman
whose dissatisfaction over the prosaic
life Of a dusty western town had
brought her into the colony. The
two had wandered the woods together
until she also had gone suddenly. She
vent back to the dusty little town. ia
her husband and her child. The ouie,
force that was Mrs Mendall in deadly
earnest had faced her. and Just VIVA,
passed between them only Mrs. Men.
dali and the woman knew. Nendail
received an incoherent letter in which
the woman talked Of duty to he,
child-that was all. But in time h.
suspected, and added the suspicion u
his slowly broadening knowledge o!
his wife.
Mrs. Mendal had known for som.
time that another crisis was upon her
and she bad no known Just what u
do. Fer husband wa playing witt
explosives this time. It wa true tia
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SYH0Pn0,

n story opens with a brief picture
'of a beautiful girl. q refugees, alone,
2 poverty stricken in an old house in
re wYork The scene then abruptly
shifts to the nidle western city Of La
classe. IN the spring Of 1915. Two
wealthy men. Alexander MacAlltster
INC Frederick Bagby. are discussing
the war situation. MacAllieter is MAX
ing munitions for the Allied govern
inents, Bagby protests against his DO.
Ing this.
IN the midst Of their discussion, a
Strl, unknown to Baesby. arrives at the
The girl is received by MacAllister
WIG then proceeds to ask Bagsby some
rather embarrassing questions regard
ing Carl Mendall, a young artist. and
his. wife. Bassby Is driven to town by
Icwnley. MacAllister's. butler and
chauffeur. and the latter than goes to
a secret rendezvous with an Italian on
the outskirts Of the city.
The two are evidently engaged in
some pro-German plot against MacAl-
listers munitions plant. The mex morn
ing MasAllister calls at h Mendall
home.
He suggests h Mrs. MendaI take
the strange girl who came to his HOUSE,
the previous night. He explains that
she Is a relative Of his, and he wishes
q good home for her where she may be
given lessons in art.
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| r Sx0<AA 44A8l 81
Tive had the doctor, SO 1 can as
SURE ye she is not Ill.," MacAllister
said positively. Its simply that she
anxiety and p%rivaton. This quiet
place is the medicine she needs, and
I'll be more than willing to pay we'll
both for her keep. and for her les
sons"
How old is your ward?" Mrs. Mem
dali asked.
Eighteen, though she looks a bit
older. and no wonder. considering
what she's been through"
II must have time to think" she
said. with more decision. IT must
consult with my husband"
She was hedging, but MacAlltster
felt certain he had won "Of course.
Talk it over. and when ye've decided
We'll see about the paintings.
Only will ye kindly let me know az
soon as possible ?"
Mrs Mendall understood perfectly:
II they took the stranger in, the paint
inEs were sold. Alexander MacAl-
lister was striking a bargain. and, az
usual, with the advantage on his side.
He was hard shrewd man: she did
not like him.
Mrs. Mendall's smile. though 1t
brought into play the dimple in heI
cheek, did not warm her eyes. It had
been a hard struggle throughout the
three years OF her married life. II
only Carl had a little of this mans
shrewdness, and the close bargaining
had not always been left to her. But
Carl was Is he was. and the arrange
ment at least offered a release from
conditions that had become unbear-
able.
Sh> ->,+ .,> A. 49, ~1-ah -9<A Ia.
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. b BRIGGS

you know you have taken care Of
me ever since I was born. Who Used
to come to you with his troubles when
he was twelve, and when he was
seventeen who made Wild love to you
while he talked about his everlasting
daube, and his frantic determination
to get to Paris and study-even II he
had to cut school and home to do IT..
EAnd when he had run for It and WAS
wrote to you for comfort? And, when
in a At Of desperation I went to the
Isthmus with the wild idea OF making
! money. didn't I. through all the tropi-
cal steam Of It, still want you? Then
when I ame home, Ill, and with
! empty hands, whose arms did I want?
l.. J.. I get depressed, Of course.
teachings nj great delight and I like
to look at beauty. and play a little
with ideas that don't grow in a mid
dle-west town, but you stand hfet al
ways"
Mrs. >Mendall was not stupid: his
speech sounded like an eager convinc-
ing Of himself. But she made no
comment-except her smile. IT still
think it would be foolish to let such
a chance slip through our Hngers,
dear. Would It bother you much.
having a stranger around?" she
asked.
IT wasn't thinking, Of myself-in.a
days time ia forget the girl existed
except when I taught her-and
as polite to her as ram to every pupts,
II possess It's on you the burden:
would fall. I don't want you to do It,
Margaret"
"oh, I shan't mind-not with such
an object In view. I shall tell Mr..
MacAllister then that we think favor
ably of his offer"
But you haven't zee the girl: you
don't know what sort she is," Mendall
objected. rs she a Mexican ?"
NO, I told o she is a relation of
Scotch and partly French"
That doesn't sound a stupid mix
ture, though she may be q Hottentot,
for all ! care Mendall said, with "a
touch Of impotence. "I don't want
you to be bothered, that's all" He
was tired Of the subject. The discus
sion OF ways and means always ifri-
tated him. The depression Mrs..
Bagsbys soft laughter had dtseipated
was upon him again.
If she proves impossible, we :
not forced to keep her" Mrs. Mendall
so be 1t, then"
*.
! THE CALL OF THE PRIMITIVE.
But when Mrs. MepdaN had gone
down to the living-room, Mendall
walked the studio irritably. He
brought UP finally before Mrs. Bars
bys portrait, and looked at It.. ~.
They had been sailing rather close TO
The wind. It was his restless
dissatisfaction that urged him into
such situations.
It had come upon him % soon after
marriage, the 6atness that went to
bed and rose with him. Almost from
the drst day OF his marriage there had
been times when he had cursed. the
DOM este tranquility that was his
wfe's delight. In the last year Il had
irked him constantly-like q xallinr
yoke. And teaching made hi. yery
flesh ache. There had been no Va
rtety. no inspiration, anywhere. In
pure desperation, with como fnds-
terminate idea that he must ava 81.
art from destruction, he had rrasned
at whatever stimulation had hean ~
feFed him. This wornan,s baantifn,
profile had set him quiYertne with ~
sire for brush and color.
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THE COAT
By ELIZABETH DEJEANS
- coPx11az1 Ri Dons xzzn1lo onpAH13
By DEJEAN

eooFx11aHE s1 soBs-Ezsn1 COMPANY
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HOW THIS
NERVOUS WOMAN
GOT WELL
Told by Herself. Her Sin.
cerity Should Con-
vince Others.

Christopher, Il.-"For four years I
suffered from irregularities, weakness,
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cHAPTER u.
Abduction.

The hacienda where Antonio de la
Guerra had lived for the fifty-odd
years of his exile from his beloved
Spain, where his granddaughter had
been born and reared, was one of the
landmarks which linger on in stately
white walls under dark red tiles from
the time of the Spanish occupation.
The old Spaniard was overload Of
what had once been a grant from his
grandfather's king. the boundaries
c~arelessly marked in leagues instead
Of miles.
He bred cattle and fine horses. in
trusted Gaucho Morales. his foreman.
with the business details, and yet man
aged, so large and fertile was his en-
pire, to go on from year to year swell
ing his wealth.
The wide-verandaed house with none
of its walls less than three feet thick,
with great, spacious rooms, spread
out across u wide extent of the shaded
land among the olive and pear and
pepper trees. In the time of the ia
thtl T" hntOiiiO uC III uutiid lDCiC
had been fourteen rooms-now there
were twenty. No less could suffice
for the master Of the estate and his
cherished granddaughter.
There was the patio with its flower
ing garden and leaping fountain.
About ii were the rooms, all on the
ground floor with the exception Of the
three Don added by the old man for
the use of la senorita.
Here at the southeastern exposure
Of the rambling dwelling, a wide and
winding staircase had been constructed
to lead upward to a spacious landing.
Then came broad doors. a deep win
dow. and beyond the senorita's private
sitting room. Her bedroom was high
ceiled, with much ornate embellish-
ment after the Moorish fashion. and
a lavish display of gilt under the
domed roof.
Upon the landing a couch where
each night Pedro lay across his mis-
tress' doorway.
And her the balcony.
Teresa must pick ~ her skirts dam
tily to step out through the deep WIN
toms IN il frcm her bedroom. and
n ce there she was all but lost behind
the bank Of Towering roses. swallowed
by a dim dusk through which the moon
had difficulty In altering, Tapped in
the perfume of the fiov ers which chung
about the balcony In the warm June
night.
And from here. while her scholarly
grandfather annotated his remarks
concerning the hated Americana. Te-
resa leaned out, her beauty as soft and
delicate a thing as That Of the rose
brushing her cheek. and talked with
N particular Americana.
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"a man of letters, isn't hep"
"Surel Runs a thriving mail-order
business."-Buffalo Express.
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"Gocd night, Mr.. de la Guerra"
"Buenas noches. senor."
And Lawyer Dempton. his horse,
name and tail flying, was on his wa,
through the moonlight night. and tn,
old man, leaving Pedro to close tn,
door after him. had gone back to hi,
chair and wine and cigarettes.
Los A~mericanos." he muttered wher
he was alone again. "they are all alike
You cannot trust them. That pemp
ton has the eyes of a rat, the face OF
a liar. the manner of a convict. Amer
icanos on the hand. Mexlcanos OF
the otherl Sangre de Diosi / mus,
take Teresita away from them. Pedrog
Isl, senor."
"Where Is the senorita?"
"In her rooms. 1 think, senor."
"Bueno. Convey to her my affec.
tionate compliments, and tell her that
l shall be for the half-hour adding o
certain note to my American memoirs
After that i shall be pleased If she
will come to me-"
Isl, senor." Swift and silent, Pedro
went upon his errand.
Senior don Antonio de Ia Guerra,
pushing the will to one side, drew a
thick manuscript from the table
drawer. and, writing In a fine, schol
arly hand, began to add certain highly
insulting commentaries to the chapter
dealing with the vitriolic description
of the character of Los A~mericanos."
(The book he planned to print in
Spain.)
Meantime the Senorita Teresa de la
Guerra, his demure granddaughter,
was not In her room but upon her
little rose-twined balcony, and the
moonlight, bright about her, was not
more bright than the laughing eyes
she turned downward toward the ador
Ing face of an Americanot
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retreated to the door which gave pas
sageway through the thres-foot adobe
walls from the drawing room to the
patio.
De la Guerra looked at him with a
curious smile.
you are incomprehensible. you
Americanos," be said softly. "You will
insist on riding q dozen miles through
the dark when there is a warm bed
and bright candle light inviting you
to stay. Your business must be ur-
gent. Mr.. Dempton. to take you out
tonight-alone. Your ride Is not with
out danger, and"
He put his hand again to the bell
cord.
"At least, II you insist. you must
allow me to send some of my va
queros with you"
mo. not" cried Dempton, already at
the door. ut is unnecessary. Mr.. de
la Guerra. There is no danger
"As you WILL" Senior don Antonio
spread out his white hands and lifted
his shoulders slightly. But you must
remember that we are only half a mile
from the border, and that those ras-
cally Mexicans are a thieving. treach-
erous lot.
II have already given orders to
close-herd my steers. and yet Gaucho.
my foreman. reported to me this MORN
Ing that the rebels had crossed over
and had driven or half q dozen cows
for me-"
Again he spread out his hands and
lifted his shoulders.
I'm the daylight II ID one thing
after dark II is another. 1 should be
glad to send some of my vaQueros with
you. senior" A,
Still Dempton protested. There was
a moon. his way ran across a wide
open level hand. and the rebels were
not looking for complications with
Uncle Sam.
De Ia Guerra, too courteous q host
to Insist. smiled gravely. rose and went
into the patio with the lawyer. direct
ing Pedro to have Mr.. Dempt0n's horse
brought up from the stables.
Miss Teresa, ! did not see her."
Dempton remembered to say from the
mddle ~She - well. I HOPPER
every well, thank you, senior. I shall
tell her that you inquired. And II was
kind Of you to take this long ride to
tell me about the mistake n the VIM
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Dice of Destiny
By JACKSON EGO

ed upon another errand, and once
returned, bringing with him two
of the other servants about the great
adobe house to witness the signature.
The old man losked at the new viii
carelessly and signed carelessly, ask
ing merely II the will we're In all es-
sentials the same as the original one.
The servants withdrew with their
masters thanks and loose silver, and
DE la Guerra, returning to Dempton
one copy of the paper which was in
tended after his death to dispose Of
the hacienda, a great range heavily
stocked and an indefinite sum In gold
and silver, folded the other and placed
1t upon the shining table top.
II shall read 1t tomorrow" he said
lightly. "You know that I do not read
after the candles are lighted, senor."
Dempton. his errand done, was al
ready upon his feet, his eyes rowing
for the hat which Pedro had taken
from him a few minutes ago.
But" cried De la Guerra, "you are
not going back tonight, senior? Surely
you would not think of putting my
hospitality SO to shamei You must
spend the night with u.s."
Dempton's eye had found his hat
and he speedily crossed the room to
take IL up.
THANK you, Mr.. de la Guerra" he
hastily. but ! must return to
La Panza Immediately"
He managed a bow with a poor trial
At the Spaniard's dignifed grace, put
his hand quickly as though to have
the farewells yer and done with. and
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ON THE MEXICAN BORDER

Action, always action, 10 the
outstanding feature Of this stir
ring romance by jackson Greg
DRY. "Diee Of Destiny" Is q tale
Of tho Mexican border, about AZ
lively q spot az there is IN the
world. The actors In the story
are interesting for themselves,
aside from their thrilling story
Ia fine old ~Spaniard living on
his ancestral estate this side Of
the border; his viiIainous kins-
man, with his rascalIy ccom
pIlces; his entirely charming
granddaughter; his efficient
young American neighbor, and
various Mexican bandits from
scros the border. Love, dan
ger, fighting, a just retribution
and a happy endino-sII the
elements Of a thrilling tale are
here. And the tale Is we'll told.
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CHAPTER !.
An Error Rsctihed.

D t'( ~'h 6iit
the wax tapers In the massive candle
sticks, having placed bottle and glasses
upon the great mahogany table, to-
bacco and papers upon the small ma
hogany table. withdrew silently. as
was his way, swiftly. as was his train
ing.
His old master, Senior don Antonio
de la GuerraI Booking as genuinely an
tique In his old-fashioned black coat,
small, high-heeled boots and curled
white hair and mustache as any ar
ticle of the antique furniture In the
vast drawing room of the hacienda,
turned his lively black eyes upon his
guest.
you will forgive the rudeness of
an old man, Senior Dempton," he said.
softly. his English perfect. his utter
ance still the honeyed speech of Cas-
tile, but may | ask you to understand
that / know nothing OF what you
Americanos call business? And that
i have no wish 20 learn? That is why
/ place these matters in the hands of
nm attorney" He bowed after the way
: of the old school, and ended, smiling,
Sin the hands OF a thoroughly compe-
tent attorney. senior"
Dempton. a little man with a rest
less, nervous manner and eyes like q
rats, shifted In his chair, cleared his
throat and thanked his patron. looking
pleased on the whole.
This is a very important matter,
Mr.. de la Guerra" he offered, a trifie
hesitantly and with keen eyes upon
his host.
ITO be sure" the old man cut In
impatiently. though with no lessening
of the courtesy OF his speech. "A will
is always important"
He leaned forward. poured himself
a glass Of the red southern wine. lift
ed 1t so that the still candle flames
shone in II brightly. and drank slowly.
Already Dempton had been asked to
drink, as he was always asked when
he came to the Rancho de la Guerra :
already he had refused, as he always
refused.
The old man set down his glass and
took tobacco and fine white paper from
the tray upon the smaller table, his
steady, slim white hands making the
cigarette swiftly.
You say, Senior Dempton," he said
when he had lighted a paper lighter
at the nearest ~candlestlck. shat you
have found a flaw In the original
WHIP"
"Yes, SIR" Dempton spoke hurried
ly and IA on very much after the
name of a schoolboy who has gotten
his lesson by heart and wants to ''say"
II before he forgets
"Only a small matter, a technical
error. which might never be noticed.
And yet there Is a risk-there is dan
ger that the viii might eventually be
set aside: because OF II that your de-
sires might come to naught; in q word.
that the Sennrita4 Tetsss, whom you
wish to make your sole legatee, might
never come into the fortune you have
willed to her. l have thought II best,
sir. to draw up a new document"
"You have done SOP inquired the
old Spaniard. his Eyes musingly upon
the thin wisp Of smoke from the ciga- J
rette.
"Yes." Dempton slipped a red
hand into his breast pocket. "If you
win read 1t and sign 1t, sir-~if we can
get the matter settled right away, de-
stroying the original Documents"
The details. Senior Dempton. III
1901
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angles by the
s o curved
lines of health
a d beauty.
there are evil
IDENTIFY [ h o u
sands of men
and w o IN 0 n
who k G e n ly
feel their ex-
cessive thin
ness.
Thinness and
weakness are
often due to
S I a r " g q
nerves. Our
b o q G s need
m o e phos-
phate than is
contained in
modern foods.
p h Y s | clans
Claim fhnrn L.