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>»««•»»• «»««â- <â- < Gems of Peril By HAZEL ROSS IIAILEY. â-ºâ™¦â™¦â- â™¦â- â€¢â€¢Â»â™¦â™¦< Iing fur liiin every time â€" anyway, they sVNorsis. nich old Mrsi. Jupiter Is inurdere'l durlnc til* •iigHKcmeiit party sh« Kav* for her decretuiy, Mary llaikni hk. Su»- plrlon imlntii to Mary'a brother Kil'lle, who la run down by & car as he gueJi to meet her. Itowen, police reporter, discovers .at K>l<lle owed money to a rocetriick o •nk called The Fly. Mnry'u fiance, Dirk Huyiher. fortlda her to Invcstlcute fur- Ihe-. They plan to marry at once. Mnry me<ita Howen In a apenkm-iy \vh->rc The Kly la hidlnir. Dirk, on hla way to lock up the Jupiter necklace cornea to take Mary home. They are- followed by the same make of car that killed Fi!>ll^. Buwen ntops the thlevcj by turning his ear In front of their-. Hlrk still <iuc»- tlona the existf-nce tft The K'- and Mary foea with Iloiven Ilrure Jupiter returns rom '"urope «Uh a woman friend. CHAPTER XXIII.â€" (ContM.) Mary had been prepared to stay in her room, brtakfasting alone, so that the Jupiterf, father and son, might have the first hours of their reunion without the presence of outsiders. But ii Mr. Bruce liad gone away so soon, there was no reason why she should- n't be about her own affairs. To her iurpri.s«., she saw that it was nearly noon. ".Mr. Bruce went away, you say?" "Only into town, to look after his trunks. He had some trouble with the customs over something he brought over, and he had to see a man about it, a man that had a friend In Washington that could make it al! right." ".Something he brought over?" Mary asked sharply. For .some rea- lon the image of the beautiful siren â- with the throa'.y voice came to mind Just then. Obviously, she was an im- ported article; perhaps she w-as in- cluded among Mr. Bruce'a contra- band. "Oh, you know what folks brings that comes in on ships," Delia spoke as one woman of the w-orld to another. "Or it might be paintin's. Mr. Bruoe â- aid he'd stay in town till he'd had his exhibit, and then he was goin' back to the Riveera, and he didn't care if he never saw America again. He's stayin' at the Ritz," she added, irrelevantly, but with obvitus relish. Jupitor House was too "country" to suit some of its servants, though its magnificence made that hostelry look pale by comparison. Mary retreated into her own thoughts. Irony, Bruce's returning just at this time! She ought to re- joice ; she was free now to go or stay, a; she pleased. She did not take the quarrel between Bruce and his father leriously; it would have been surpris- ing if .something of the kind had not taken place, just at first. On the surface, father and son were as unlike as it was possible for two men of the same blood to be, but lurely the difference was more artifi- cial thr.n real. When they got n little used to each other, they would get along better. Bruce would surely sec his father's need of companionship. And the old manufacturer would learn that a man was not emasculate merely because he was an aesthete in matters of dress. She would have to take Bruce aside and bequeath him her knowledge of bis father's ways. She wondered if he played cribbage, or if Mr. Jupiter could be converted to chcmin-de-fer. Suddenly a wave of heartsicknes.-^ »wcpt over her that almost rocke<l her as she stood. She dug the heels of her hands into her eyes and bit her lii.. Dear Dirk! Darling Dirk! Why didn't he call up, or come to see her? She couldn't keep thinking of other people's affairs forever. Perhaps if she called him â€" she wa.s halfway to the telephone when it rang, (ilad relief swept through her; h(-r voice wai almost .'ringing as she an.swered. "Just reporting in. How's every- thing?" It was Bowen. "Oh, everything's fine,"' she lied, finding her voice with difficulty. "What's new?" "The Fly's skipped town. 1 had a hunch he might." "Ohâ€"" there was utter despair in her wail. "Then what are we to do?" "Well, Hialeah opens next week. I've just about got the boss talsed into sending mo down there to have a look around. The Fly's horse wa- shipped yesterday. He'll be there, if he's alive." * * • Mary started to speak but he in- terrupted her. "Now list.;n. Here's more grief. 1 don't suppose anybody on God's green earth will believe me, especiaiiy Kuy- ther, but I didn't have a think to do with this â€" didn't know it ♦ill the paper came out and then it was too late. Have you seen Ihe papers?" "Which papers?" Dreadful su.spi- cion assailed her. 'All of them. They have copies of Mrs. Jupiter's will. It was filed for p-.".l'£te yeslurif-y â€" " "What about Mrs. Jupiter's will?" '•Well, don't you know?" ".\o, no â€" no one's told me â€" I never thought to ask â€" " "Say, you're the coolest proposition I ever saw. Don't money make any diflFcrence to you at all? Why, she left you first choice of her jewels â€" the rest are to go to her son's wife if he marries, and to you if he doesn't. That makes you half a mil- lion ahead â€" or thereabouts." .Mary said "Wait. Let me think." She leaned her forehead against the cool metal of the telephone's mouth- piece. Presently, when she could trust herself to speak, she said: "That's wonderful. But how do you make it half a million â€" even if the money value were to be consid- ered?" "The necklace, kid, the necklace! Don't tell me you'd pass up a gold mine like that if it's offered to you?" There was an edge to her voice when she answered: "I don't know anything about this, but if it's true I can tell you this â€" I choose anything eha but the necklace! You can tell your paper that!" "All right But don't get sore at me. I tell you I've nothing to do with it." "Do the papers say 1 chose the necklace?" "No, they just say â€" well, get 'em and read 'em yourself. They don't say anything but what ariy reason- able human would take for granted. "Oh, how dare they? Oh, I wish I was sure you had nothing to do with it! Dick told me â€" ohi â€" " She was crying now with helplos-s mortification. For a minute or more the sound of her dry sobs echoed in the tele- phone. "I'm .«-,orry. I'd have sttippe<l it if I could. But after all, people are bound to speculate about you â€" you're in the public eye â€" you're young â€" you're beautiful â€" you've got the kind of luck that every shop girl wishes .she had -" "Oh, don't say any more!" * • * There was a pause. "All right, Miss Harkness," Bowen said stiiny. "Sorry I bothered you, Hut nt least, don't blame me for the Fly skipping townâ€" blame that on your high-minded boy friend." "Dirk, Why, what^" "He must have gone around to j Shay'.q with a warrant last night af- ter wo left. The Fly and his pals â€" by the way, that mug with him is his ihaufTciir, the nne th;.t did the driv- Sporting Tales ! got out the side-door and beat it. Now Jack's .sore at me â€" thinks I stooled on him. I'll be lucky if he doesn't throw ! Caruso must have been a discon- Mike out, too, and I'll have to lay my ccrting opponent at tennis. Before pipe-lines all over again. It'll be tl.e War he occasionally went down to years bifore Jack will trust me with the Stoke Poges Club, then being run a birth announcement, much less a ly Mr. N. Lane ("Pa") Jackson, the piece of real news. Well â€" that's th? veteran sporting writer and fourder breaksâ€" but I could poke that lover , of the Corinthian Football Club. He of yours. Keep him away from me, if played a little golf, Mr. Jackson tells 'Did you say CRISP ? Just try one'" Such criBpiiPits, f1ukincg8, fresline'..* are fount! only in (Iliriatic's Preniiiini Soila Crackers. They furnish jnst the sally tang for poiip or salad . . . ju»t ic crisp hiii^r, for cheese or jam. Chria(lieÂ¥ PREMIUM SODA CRACKERS you want him to stay pretty." Mary came to Dirk's defense more tcom a jcnse of propriety than any- thing el.se. She was chagrined, too, but loyalty made her flare: the! us, in "Sporting Days and Sporting Ways" "but lawn t<-nnis was his favorite game, and whenever he missed a ball I he used to s;ng 'Ah, la, la, la!" in a "Don't talk that way about the , voice of such terrific volume that ^n man I'm going to marry!" one occasion a nervous golfer actually It wns a feeble attempt at dignity, \ complained of being put off his stroke but it hit Bowen in the most vital of spots â€" his jealousy of Dirk. He took a deep breath and howled Fresh Frasrance o( Blossoms "SALADA GHEEKTEA '^Fresh from the Gardens "Go ahead and marry him, then, if you like 'en> thick-headed !" and slam- med the receivor viciously. When Mary recovered sufficiently to make a retort she found the con- nection was broken. Uncertain whether to laugh or be furious, Mary stood for a minute, then flung away from the telephone. "Delia, Delia!" she called to what she could see of that lady's person protruding from an over-crowdel closet. "Toss me out a dress â€" any dress. I've got to get out of here and walk off some feelings. Of all the stupid things, men are the stupidest â€" all men â€" this man, and that man, and Lindbergh, and all the rest of them.â€"" "Indeed you're right," Delia agreed with warmth. "Here you are. And that reminds me. You've a call from Mr. Ruyther. Early this nioming ii came, but you were asleep." Mary went white. But Delia, why didn't you tell me â€" " She was al- ready reaching for the telephone. "Well, it's not my business, and that new maid's slower than mo- lj.sses." Mary was clicking the hook impa- tiently, speaking Dirk's office num- mer, trying to still the happy tremor in her voice. "M-. Ruyther, please. Miss Hark- ness. Dirk?" The pleasa.it, drawling voice of Stephen Ruyth: â-  was speaking: "Got a little news for you, Mary. Tried to get you yesterday, but you were out. Jupiter tell you his wife left a will? Better come in and see me when you can. Little bequest in it fo"- you." "Oh, I know all about that, Mr. Ruyther. I thought you were Dirk Dirk there? Can I talk to him?" "Whyâ€"" he hesitated, embarrass ed. "Dirk went away on a little busi ness trip. Didn't he tell you?" at a distance of some 200 yards from "musing story about Sir William the lawn tennis courts!" | Rose, the first Colonel of the I.«ndon What the player at the other side ' '^ " '" Rifle Brigade, of which .e was a member: "That w-jrthy knight was probably a better citizen than soldier. On an occaL'ion, it seems, wl en the regiment was leaving Guildhall and had march- ed a short distc.nce down Gresham St., Jie gave the following truly remark- play with a member at Walton Heath, | »ble v.-ord of command: 'Right turn! "and on his way to the tee he said, ^'o â€" erâ€" left turn! I mean â€" er â€" right turn! ... Oh, damn it! Turn down Basinghall Street!'" of th .' net said we are not told In his long lifeâ€" he was born in 1849 â€" Mr. Jackson has taken part in almost every form of sport, and his book is packed with anecdotes of the sportsmen he has met. James Braid, for instance, was once going out to 'I forget, sir, how we played last time, but I remember we had a very good mr.tch.' 'Oh,' was the reply, 'you beat me cr. the last green, though you were giving me four strokes; but I warn you, Jimmy, that I've been reading ycur book on goL'.' 'Ah, weel,' Jimmy replied, 'in that case I'll give you six.' " CADDY AND MR. BALFOUR. Lord Balfour, then Mr. Arthur Bal- four, came to play golf at Le Touquet, the French resort which was practic- ally made by Mr. Jackson. Mr. Bal- four's caddy was to be the son of the head groundsman, but as this youth was . pt to roar with laughter when- ever a shot was foozled he was warn- ed that he would be carrying the club.i 01 the Premier of Great Britain. Mr. Jackson also warned Mr. Balfour, "consequently when he made a bad foozle at the third hole we both glanced instinctively at the boy, who had both hands over hjs i outh and was writhing in his endeavor to stifle his u seemly mirth. This amused Mr. Be.lfour immensely. A few holes later it was I who played a bad shot, and this time the boy roared with laughter out loud. 'How dare you do that after what I told you?' I indign^-ntly de- manded. 'Oh, m'sieur,' was the con- trite a.iswer, 'I thoui,ht it was only for Monsieur le Premier!'" TENNIS GARB. a suLje i, that frjquently finds its way into the papers â€" but what about this? Whe.i Dr. Dwight, the "father" of American lawn tennis, came to Eng- land, Mr. Jackson arranged a game ' for him with one of the Renshaws "on the Maida Vale covered court, I where I'lere was usually a small ga.- 1 lery of both s-jxes t-> watch the piay. Fortuniitciy i went into the dressin;^ roon. before he made his appearance , . on the court, for I found him arrayed their woebegone faces would have} jn « woollen ve.st and a pair of wool- told the tale, even if the loquacious j ign pants, partly buttoned and partlv Delia had not ^-^^^ ;„ front-a rig-out which You re looking a little peaked," ^ight have evoked comment in this Jupiter ventured. "Better come along I country. With the aid of Tom Flem- ] ir.g, the keeper of the court, I made him respectable in the customary flan- nels. . . ." SHAVIN 1 "W.\TER.- Mr. Jackson has a delightful story about a certain mayor of Dunkirk he once knew. After the vi.,it of the Russian fleet to various French ports the mayors were invited in turn to St. Petersburg. The unfortunate Mayor of Dunkirk found himself stay- ing at a house where nobody spoke French: "On his first morn'ng he asked in Frend^ for some hot water for shav- ing purposes, but naturally could not make the valet understand. After he had been brought a varity of articles such as toothbrushes, bootjacks, and so forth, they served him with some tea. By this time he had arrived at a state of such despair that he will- ingly accepted it; for, after all, it was hot, and could therefore be made t'j serve the purpose of shaving water. And for the rest of his stay ••he poor fellow actually shaved himsel.! morn- ing atter morning with tea."' He thought all was well. But when h; returned to France he was reading some translations of what Russian newspapers had said about the visit, and vvas horrified to find: "Perhaps the oddest thing of M was that the Mayor of Dunkirk regularly used tea for shaving with'!" Mr. Jackson's memory goes back an extraordinarily long way. Readers, Correct dress for lennis players is young and old equally, will revel in Friends â€" With a Difference O, one I need lo love me, .\nd one to understand, -And one to soar above me, And one to clasp my hand, And one to make me slumber. And one to bid me strive; But seven's the sacred number That keeps the soul alive. And first and last of seven. And all the world and more, Is she I need In Heaven And may not need before. â€"Mary E. Coleridge. 'â- Where ia the population densest?" "Just above the eyes." CHAPTER XXIV. Two utterly miserable people faced ! each other down the length of the] great Jacobean â-  inner-table that ! night . . . that night which should have held particular happiness for| both of them. I Each was heroically resolved to 1 keep his troubles from the other but! to Bcrnnila with me next week. Mary raised stricked eyes at word "Bermuda." (To be continued.) the October The level sun aslant through autumn woods Touches the oak and beech to ruddy bronze, Makes gohl and ivory of bracken fronds, . . And decks the silver birch with palest tlirome. One of the pioneers of English lawn tennis was Bagnall Wild, who invented the system of "draws" by which byes were avoided after the first round. In most of the early tourna- ment prospectuses it used to be an- nounced that â€" "the 'Bagnall Wild System of Draws' would be adopted. On one occasion Bagnall Wild nd his wife were stay- ing at the Imperial Hotel at Exmouth. , Mrs. Bagnall Wild was ousy one Hawthorns have shed their harlequin afternoon making a diminutive pair 1 of undergarments for one of her little rose I ones, when two of her friends entered the room and one inquired what she And To attire ciinison-berried, vie with and briar feast the questing, squabbling finch and tit. Lonely, (ho crows drift In an opal sky. While o'er the bosom vt the rich ploiigh'd lands, A shiiniMerlng garment wrouKht by fairy hands, A million tiny webs In the .breeze. The robin's careless song sq sweet- tly shrill ; Brings to the heart a strange, elu- sive thrill. I So biilcr-sweet the scent of fallen' leaves, â€" D. L B. The Jitters We note ihat a Wisconsin farmer mistook a Kroup of his relatives for gunmen, and opened fire, killing a cousin and wounding two others. This recalls the story of the English train which was stopped by an emergency signal from some un- known passenger. The guard In the course of an invcallgatlon met a nervous man who complained of the ilelay, saying It would make him late for Ills weddinR. The guard looked at him sternly and demand- ed: "Are you sure It wasn't you who pulled the cord?"- -Toronto Mall and Empire. ♦ SHAM WORK Depend inKin it that all false, nl! sb^m work, however It may last for • little, the effect of it Is ultimatolv to destroy reputation, to take away confidence, and to act most Injurious- \ It upon tliose who have adopted the trick. his cheerful and crowded pages. The hook is dedicated to Lord Riddell, "A real sportsman, kindly and generous to his fellows, and a truly loyal friend." .? Forty warders, a clerk, a doctor, a chaplain, and a governor form the staff of Cork Prison (England), which recently had one prisoner in its hun- dreds of cells. Those authors who uppear some- times to forget they are writers, and remember they are men, will be our favorites.â€" Disraeli. Quick RELIEF from pain A lot of things can cause a headache or other pain, but there is one thing that will always give you relief! Just take a tablet or two of Aspirin. Your suffering ceases. Relief comes in- stantly, regardless of what may have been making your head throb with pain. Aspirin is harmless â€" cannot depres: the heart So there's no use waiting for a headache to "wear off.' It Is use- less to endure ain of any kind when you can get Aspirin. It is a blessing to women who suffer regular systemic pafn; tj men wlic must work on, in spite of eye-strain, fatigue or neuralgia. Learn its quick relief for colds; for neuritis, rheumatism, lumbago. Be sure to get Aspirin â€" and not a substi- tute. All druggists sell Aspirin tab- lets. "Aspirin' is a trade mark registered in Canada. j was doing. 'Can't you see?' was the prompt answer. 'This is Mrs. Bag- nall 'Wild's System of drawers!'" I FINDING A SOVEREIGN. ! Before professionalism at fiX)tb;ill ' became legalized, Mr. Jacks-.n tells us, thire were all kinds of ilevico-5 for , making it Aorth while for ama''''urs ' to play. A player who had just taken I part in his first game for a club he ; had been persuaded to join, "was changing his boots after the I match. He found something hard in ' one of them, which proved on exam- ination to be a sovereign, whereupon he said to his neighbor: 'Oh, look! Someone's dropped a sovereign in myj boot!' The reply was: 'Shut up, you fool! Don't talk about it, -nd if you piay well next Saturday you'll most i likely find two >here.' " I Opinions about the Corinthians j seem to hav > been curiously divided i when the club was first formed. Dur- ir.g one of thtir tours, says Mv. Jack- ] sv.n. a Sunderland newsp;- er stated ; that: j "The Corinthians who were not playing viewed the game from the stand, gently cl.i,jp'ng their kid- gloved hands when applauding the team, or ^-icouraging their .iien with a 'Well played, old chappie," uttered in a listless drawling style.'' In vio- l- nt CO! Iradistinction to this was the accu. ation which appeared the same week in a Lancashire pap.n- to the i't"oct th.nt the Corinthians systematic- !. "y indulged in rougl play and wei' CROWN BRAND CORN SYRUP Th. CA.SAD.\ ST.\RCH CO. llmlKd Montreal A Treaf •jorHie wholeTantilif an Excellenf YoocL ;^r GROWING children! Tri# /f C4 Ja-iiaii! ««i\»N*N»9M^•N^N«N««^-^^'«!^'»*''<N«»N«»iN««8W in tlje d^lti Coimtrp Give the Old Folks the best i>ossible Christmas presei\t by iJoiiig to see them this year. Ei>joy the thrill of dolnit your ('hristmas shoppinji in London. Glasgow or Paris. Low ocean rates still in force. 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