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CHAPTER The Boarder*. (. i1> Regarding the events of that rainy *atoturan evening at Mrs. Moore's boarding-house in the far West Twen­ ties of New York, accounts differ eomewhat--although not enough, after &ti, but what we may piece together a connected story. Until the great event, they were trivial, it was the reflected £ light of the tragedy which gave them their importance. _• ; / Most of the boarders remained! in- -<floore, since it was top wet in the early evening for faring out-of-doors •with comfort. After dinner, Miss Harding and Miss Jones, stenogra­ phers, who shared a room-and-alcove •on the second floor, entertained "com­ pany" in the parlor on the ground floor--two young office-mates who fig- tire but dimly in this tale. These call- ere came at eight o'clock. A few min­ utes later Professor Noll joined them. Professor Noll was a diet delusionist, the assistant editor of a health-food magazine. He lived on the third poor, across the hall from Captain Hanska. • Miss Harding and Miss Jones had not arrived at that point with their young men where they wanted to visit alone. When Professor Noll entered and suggested music, they welcomed him. He sat down to the piano, there­ fore, and they all sang the foolish ephemeral songs of the picture-shows. Mrs. Moore stood in the hall for a time, listening. Once or twice she left momentarily to look after towels, fur­ nace-heat and other housewifely cares. One of these tours took her to the top of the house, where Miss, Estrilla, the lady sick with weak eyes, lived in a halfdarkened room. She was a new­ comer, this Miss Estrilla, and not yet well enough to take her meals in the dlning-roon^ Miss Estrilla'B brother, a slim, mercurial little Latin with an entertaining trick of the tongue, wae reading to her by a shaded lamp, as he often did of evenings. When Mrs. Moore rejoined the others, they were singing full-voice. On the stairs Mrs. Moore met Cap­ tain Hanska passing up from his late and solitary dinner. He was a little Irregular about meals; and this eve­ ning he had come in, demanding din­ ner, after everything was cleared away. Half the boarding-house liked Captain Haneka, and half disliked him. Rather (and more accurately) all half-ilked and half-hated him. , Before he started up the stairs he . paused an instant at the parlor door and looked upon the singers. I *'Come on in--the water's fine!" called Miss Harding jocularly. Captain Hanska returned no answer. Apparently one of his sardonic gibes was on his lips, but he let it die there. And he turned away. "He can certainly be a grouch when ke wants to." said Miss Harding, as though apologizing to the young men. "Pierce!" exclaimed Miss Jones. And they resumed their singing. As Captain Hanska passed Mrs. Moore on the lower flight of stairs, his head was bent and he gave no sign of rec­ ognition. Mrs. Moore did not leave the par­ lor, she testified afterward, until Mf. ILaawrence Wade called, asking for Captain Hanska. Ab on previous oc­ casions, he gave her his card, which wad: "Mr. Lawrence Wade, Curfew Club." He had called before; whether two or three times, Mrs. Moore's mem­ ory would never serve to tell. But •he recognized him perfectly--she would have known him anywhere, she sold. Mrs. Moore carried the card to Cap- n Hanska's room on the third floor. "What is it?" he growled, as she ^knocked. ";I"';^'Mr. Wade to see you," she replied. ' She remembered afterward that he paused for an instant before he an- awered; also she heard a rustling as though some one were moving about. "I've gone to bed," ho said after a pause. "Where is he? Down-stairs?" - ^f'Yes, sir." - > 'Then ehow him up," said the Cap- v-^n, "but say I've geaeto bed." Mrs. Moore turned back to summon ife. Wade; as she did so, Mr. EBtrilla , Came down from the" floor above. "Oh, good evening, Mr. Estrilla!" aaid Mrs. Moore. "Did your sister--" Vi*' '"^Just then the voice of Captain Han- ' i' jjka broke in from behind th^ door, f"Wait a minute. Ask Mr. Wade if to minds my not getting up. I've a told and I've taken some medicine." "Vet} well. Captain." replied Mrs. Moore. Estrilla, seeing that she was engaged, went on down-stairs to the > *5°nt door. This narrative has gone, so far, from the point of view of Mrs. Moore. COULDN'T SHAKE HER LOVE . . , 4 . 'ir*! Ityftrtain Considerations Induced Fair .^reaturs to Be Magnanimous •' - . and Forgive. time has come for me to -. *B»®ak," he said, going over to the $ '1 Will AUTHOR, OF THE CiTY THAT WAS, ETC. ILkME?ATED BY HarryR.Grissinger ' I9I2l BOBBS-MERRILL C9 We will shift now to Miss Harding; for a time let her mind be the crystal of our thought. A moment before Mrs. Moore came back and told Mr. Wade that Captain Hanska would see him, Mr. Estrilla appeared at the door of the parlor. Although they had seen but little of him at Mrs. Moore's, he was popular for a Latin lightness of temperament, a cheerful and winning smile, a nimble wit which lost nothing because of his quaint accent, and va­ rious, winsome, actor tricks which Mrs. Moore called "capers.". At that moment they were singing "Yip-hi- addy-hi-ay," then in ite first run. Mr. Estrilla, bundled up in hat and mack­ intosh, cut a curvet in the bail, kicked out one of his small Andalusian feet, joined a note of the chorus in a pleas­ ant, light, tenor voice, changed to a falsetto tone which was plainly an imitation of Miss Harding's singing, and whirled toward the outer door. Miss Harding called: "Come in and sing!" But Mr. Es­ trilla only pivoted through the door, calling: "Buenos noches--yip-hi-addy-hi-ay I" Perhaps five mfnutes later, Miss Harding went up-stairs for a handker­ chief. For a moment she was absent- minded--a rare thing with her--so that instead of turning on the second floor, where her room was situated, she continued another flight and brought up, suddenly aware of her mistake, at the third-floor landing. Something held h^r there for a mo­ ment--the sound of high words from Captain Hanska's room. Miss Hard­ ing paused longer than necessary. She was an honorable girl enough, but the most honorable of us pay instinctive tribute to our curiosity. "I tell you both I wpn't" came Cap­ tain Hanska's rather harsh voice. 4 "Oh, I think perhaps I can make you change your mind/' came other ac­ cents which, Miss Harding reflected, went perfectly with the personality of Mr. Lawrence Wade. "Some sort of a rumpus going on up there," said Miss Harding as she re­ gained the parlor. Then remembering that she must account to Miss Jones for her presence on the third floor-- the bachelor quarters of the establish­ ment--she added vaguely, "You can hear it just as plain!""' They had all stopped singing from very weariness of voice, and Mrs. Moore and Professor Noll had retired to leave the young couples alone with their devices, when Mr. Wade ap­ peared again in the hall--this time on hie way out. Every one saw him plainly, especially Miss Harding, who sat facing the door. "Look who's here, Essie!" she whis­ pered in an undertone to Miss Jones. As she recalled it afterward, he seemed a little pale. He cast no more than one quick absent glance at the group by the piano; and the door closed behind him. Within traTljnin- WWi h I ; 'OB^te'picce and leaning hjs head ab- S , atractedly against the cold marble, fc, . ^ "My dear, before we are married, • ^ •fcd while there is yet time to pause, conscience bids me tell you about myself. I have deceived you. I am v;'- ' i: noble-hearted, unselfish,'refln- an<i altogether desirable man you ] K; Slave been led to believe. ' •. deceived you even about ^ f;-:^«iy age. •• iy|" ^ "Not a™ 1 40 instead of 34, but l|fc\ . J am a widower. I stay out late at ®i8^t when I feel like it. I smoke all Over the house, am particular about (/•) •" . PW meals, find fault all the time, Si& * •. ,, the servants, never go anywhere obltg* anyone else, drink more than *.j' 'ou&ht to, and, in. fact, am a vulgar, J-r vaieagr«!eable. gruff, inhospitable, irrl- .Jr. • : ScP . • - - ^r>. :\:.f .. "8ome Sort of Rumpus Cjoing On ilp There." utee, the "company" left and the young women went to their room. There was silence in the house^ Silence until half past two o'clock-- and then Tommy North, who occupied the third floor front, came home from a stag smoker drunk. This was not the first time that he had returned, uncertain of tongue and foot, in the hours of vice. On the last occasion, he made so much noise that Miss Harding refused him her coun­ tenance for a week and Mrs. Moore gave him warning. That warning rested at the bottom of his maudlin psychology as he crept up to the --Tell me," said the fair creature he addressed, repressing with a conscious look of pride an inward shudder;, "you are chairman of Pitcher's Park Packing company and you own the house and grounds that you showed me, don't you?" "I do." "And the beautiful share 4ebentures you asked me to look at and four acres in the heart of the shopping district are all yours, aren't they?" "They are, dearest." "Then," said the undismayed and still radiant creature by his side, "my darling, with all your faults, I love you still." front door, unlocked it, and stole within. •s'i-v.'.- The vigilant Mrs. Moore, Who woke at every night entrance of lodgers, leaped out of bed, opened her door a crack, and observed Tommy as he stood balancing himself under the dim point of the gas-jet. Oblivious to the open door and the watchful eye, he made a turn about the newel-post and began putting one foot cautiously be­ fore the other, saying over and over a drunken refrain wljich ran: "Hay foot--straw foot--one gbes up and the other goes down." So he varnished from the visipn ot Mrs. Moore. By similar devices he nego­ tiated the stretch of hall carpet on the second floor, and took th6 next flight. He was near hie haven now-- his own room, third floor front. In the dim hall light, he balanced him­ self and let his tongue play again. "Energy and perseverance--victory almost won," he said. "Just talk to your feet and let 'em do your work." But the muscular effort of climbing two flights had sent his liquor surging to his head, so that he dizzied and staggered. He caught the banister for support. Then something, real or fancied, caught hie eye--something which held his drunken attention. He stooped and clutched at it. The effort overbalanced him an^ sent him sprawling on his hands into some wet sticky substance. "Fearful careless housekeeping," he said as he regained his feet, "forces me to extreme measure wiping hands on shirt No other place to wipe hands. Renewed necessity arises"--he stop­ ped and repeated the phrase with in­ ordinate delight--"renewed necessity for reaching own room." He caught the knob as he fell, and the barrier opened, letting him tumble on his own motion to the floor. He kicked the door shut as he lay prostrate, and then .managed to pull himself upright and reach the electric-light button-- for Mrs. Moore burned gas in the halls for economy, but electric lights in the rooms. The two tumbles had thrown him into another state of conscious­ ness; his head began to clear and his motions to steady. So he turned, his predicament still in his mind, to the wash-stand in the corner. Above it hung a mirror. In passing. TommyM gaze swept the glass, leaped back, caught on what blanched his face to a sickly white, what steadied his unsteady figure until it Btood straight and stiff, what cleared his head so violently that he could think with all the swiftness of terror. On his dress shirt-front was the im­ print of a huge red hand.!. "Whoee?" Tommy asked himself one Instant. The ne^t, his gaze bounded from the mirror to his own hands. Blood mired his fingers. On his coat was blood, on his sleeve was blood, on nits knees was blood, on his very shoes. He looked at the mirror again, ^cross his chin zigzagged a dark red line--blood also. x His first sane thought was that he had cut himself, and was bleeding to death. He looked again at his hands, but saw no wound. Then, drunken memories lingering a little in his so­ ber mind, he remembered the fall and the process of wiping his hands. He ran back to the hallway, turned up the pin-point of light on the gas-jet. There it was, a thin stream of blood, spotted a little where he had fallen in it. And it was widest where it began its flotf at the threshold of Captain Hanska's door. In a weak access of real terror, he fell to pound­ ing on the wall and shouting: "Murder! Murder!" Suddenly mastering himself, he seized the knob of Captain Hanska's door. The latch gave way--it was not locked. But it opened no more than a foot or two--scarcely enough to give a man passage--when something blocked it from behind. In the tempo­ rary weakness of his will, Tommy North shrank back from entering such a place of veritable horror. He shouted again; and now Professor Noll, looking in hie bathrobe like a strange priest of a strange Eastern rite, rushed from his room gasping: "What's the matter?" The blood, the pale, gibbering, dab­ bled young man, were explanation enough. He himself opened the door tos far as it could go, and edged into the room. "Matches, quick!" he called from within. Tommy North found his match-case; and the mastery of an­ other mind, with the example of better courage, drew him after Professor Noll. He lighted a match, held it up. It flared and blazed until it burned his fingers. In that Jlickerlrtg transi- parts. He observed the singer in the wings, before she had come on, in an attitude of devotion, and evidently in earnest prayer for the space of two or three minutes. When she had fin* ished, she went on the stage. The Englishman, oq calling upon the great singer the next day, told her what he had observed. "I never go upon the stage without first praying to God that he will grant me the favor to sing well, and to meet with success," Madame Catalani re­ plied, with charming simplicity; "nor return thanks to him for that and1 all the mercies vouchsafed me."-- Youth's Companion. Pious Prima Donn«u >. Madame Catalani, who in her- time had the finest voice in the world, was an admirable woman in every relation of life, as truly devout as she was kind and charitable to thosfe who were in trouble or distress. An English gentleman of that period, who lived in Paris, says that he was ssated in the stage-box at the opera one night when Madame Catalani was 1 about to appear In one of her greatest | taj torture. < Fearful Picture of Hell. " The penal hell of the Hlndti ft one of the oldest known. Over it presided Yama, the subduer, a monster with huge teeth and hideous, writhing body, the very sight pf which, to Judge from the ancient drawings, were torture enough. This hell is filled with snakes, monsters, insects and other infernal machinery. Red hot charcoal 4gures largely, with telling oil as an inclden- tory light they saw. aU UMt tt vas necessary to see. captain Hanska's body uIocKieu tuc door. He lay dreseed in his pajamas, the shrunken r.elic of what had been a portly man--lay on his back with Jbis hands lifted over his head as though he were clutching at the air. From his breast stuck the haft of a great knife; and from the wound the pool of blood flowed to the threshold. The match went out; and with a common impulse Tommy North and Professor Noll struggled to see who would be the first to get back through that door. There followed alarms, screams, the running of women, hysterics on the part of Mrs. Moore, who had started from bed at Tommy's first cry. Tom­ my. North, albeit ordinarily a brave and resourceful young man enough, was'of no use in this crisis, what with the compression of ten emotional years into ten minutes of life. Worse for him, the hen-minded Mrs, Moore, seeing the blood, cried, "You mur­ derer!" clutched at his coat, and fell into a faint. Upon Professor Noll de­ volved the masculine guidance of this affair. And he thought first, not of the police, but of a doctor. By this time, Miss Harding and Miss Jones were weeping breast to breast; Mrs. Moore had recovered to say that she always expected it of Mr. North, and Mies Estrilla, the invalid lady on the top floor, had called from the head of the stairs, "What is it?" With the brutality which impels us in crises to confide unpalliated horrors, some one shrieked, "Hanska's murdered!" There came from above some Spanish ejaculations to which no one paid much attention, and then a rattling of the hook of the telephone, which hung on a door-post in that fourth-floor hall. Professor Noll, hie mind still on the necessity for calling a doctor, slipped into ulster and bed-shoes and rushed across the street to rouse the house physician in the apartment-hotel. He was some time making himBelf known and understood. As he neared his own door again, he saw Mr. Estrilla entering almost on the ran. "There's been a murder 1 Captain Hanska's killed!" Professor- Noll called after him, "I know--my seeater t l^phone--she is frighten'." Estrilla called back shrilly over his shoulder. And he hur­ ried up the stairs. By this time, the open door, the Buttering lights, the screams and hys­ terics, had begun to attract the atten­ tion of this and that late pedestrian. A milkman pulled up, hitched, and en­ tered; and then a night-faring printer. Presently tjhe little knot in the street and the parlors was augmented by a woman, fully and rather over-luxuri- ously dressed, as though for the the­ ater--a big picture hat and a black satin, fur-edged evening coat over a light gown which showed here and there the glitter of sequins. She was a large but shapely woman of uncer- Acquires Longing to Traitel From Companion, But Lack of v-" • . . "Neyer Mind Who 1 Am, Look, at V This." • ;' ! s tain age; yet so pleasing withal that the gathering loafers^ even in the ex­ citement of a murder, spared a few admiring glances at her face. "I'm goin' up," she confided to her fellows. "I belong there--they need a sensible woman, from the way they're screechin'. You better not fol­ low--you'll do no good an' it might git you involved." With surprising lightnesB, considering l^pr bulk, she mounted the etalrs. The noise guided her to the focud of interest; she pushed her way into the room of the late Captain Hanska, and stood looking about with a pair of large serious eyes which took in PLUMAGE CAUSED THE ERROR Naturalists Have Discovered They Were Wrong in Idea About l*|^ : Z e a l a n d B i r d . ! " ' Since birds frequenting flowers for honey or insects are apt to get their heads covered with pollen, and since the pollen of different flowers varies in color, a bird may become yellow-' headed, red-headed, blue-headed, etc., according to season. This circum­ stance led to a curious mistake in the case of a New Zealand bird, a honey- sucker and a hunter of flowers. In- the early summer it visited most fre­ quently the flowerB of the native flax, and later in the year fed chiefly on the fuchsia. The pollen of the former is red, and of the latter blue. Hence in the early summer the bird appeared with a red head and was named the red-headed honeysucker. But when, later in the year, it -vent to the fuch­ sia, its head was stained blue, and'it was called the blue-headed honey- sucker. Thus for a long time this bird' was thought to be of two distinct species, every detail. She bent her gaze on the dead man, stooped, made quick ex­ amination, first of the wound aiyi then of his face. Both Mrs. Moore and MiBS Harding were about to ask thlB Strang' er to account for herself, when the; doctor, half-dressed but carrying hia bag, edged past the door. All turned' to him. He looked but an instant on the face. "He's dead," he said calmly. "Has any one notified the police? Has any one called up a Coroner?" "I'll attend to that," volunteered the strange woman, with an air of perfect competence and command; "where's the phone--ground floor and top floor hall? All right; I'll use the, top Soor; that's nearer. Any particular Coro­ ner, Doctor? Lipschuta? All right." In the hall, she met the regular patrolman, who had received the cewB at last. The limb of the law had for­ bidden the augmented crowd at the door to follow him; he was ascending alone. The sight of this woman in her fashionable clothed--or was it her compelling look of commanjl--stopped him. "Listen," she said, "there's only a second. Never mind who I am. Look at this." She produced the old and worn piece of paper which she had drawn from her bag a minute before. "To the police," it read. "Any mat­ ter that concerns trfe bearer, Mrs. Rosalie Le Grange, is to be referred to me. I request you to fcive her the greatest discretion. "INSPECTOR MARTIN M'GEH." "Not a word," pursued Rosalie Le Grange. "Now mind I didn't see this thing, an' I don't know as much about it as you. But it's your Job to tip me off to the reserves as soon as they come--make them understand that they ain't to stop me whatever I do. And remember"--now the woman smiled in a meaning way--"you got here just as quick as you could--not a second later--I'll stick to that. Now get inside." She waited a moment-, before she followed him. At that moment, Senor Estrilla came down the stairs from his sister's room. He had opened his raincoat, i but it was still wet. He had turned . up his hat brim, but an occasional I drop fell. "My seester is better," he said. "Oh, can I assist?" And while he helped J the men to cover the body, he listened j to scattered explanations from the women. j Now the reserves had come; and ! after them, the Coroner and the fie-,.} tectives. They cleared out the house, j holding only those who seemed to them pertinent witnesses. At a signal from Rosalie Le Grange they detained her for a time, on the ground that she ' had arrived suspiciously early. The ; first unorganized search for the crlm- ! inal simmered down to Tommy | North, although even Mrs. Moore ad- | mltted that he had entered only a minute before the body was discov- 1 ered. In the midst of the investiga- j tion, a new quandary presented itBelf. Hie house waa to be sealed while the j police investigated. The innocent j would have to find some other dwell- I ing place. That suited her, Mise Hard- | ing remarked; she wouldn't sleep ; there again; whereupon Mrs. Moore, declaring she was ruined, fell again to weeping. And suddenly she who called herself Madame Le Grange stepped forward into the huddled dis­ tressed group. "I haven't introduced myself," she said, with easy masterful calm, "but I've just opened the house at 442 as a boarding-house. You ain't going to hold me, of course"--this to the po­ lice--"and, anyhow, you know where to find me in case «you want me. There's ftoom to-night .in my house for you all." She turned, with her eter­ nal air of mistress in any situation, to Miss Harding. "Come, dress and pack up your night things, my dear. We can move your trunks to-morrow." Mechanically, Misa Harding obeyed, and then Miss Jones. Suddenly Mr. Estrilla, who had been ministering to Mrs. Moore by the door, Bpoke up and asked: "My seester, too?" "She's sick, ain't she?" Inquired Mrs, Le Grange, as if for an Instant that gave her pause. "Then the poor thing needs it worstj of all!" she answered her own argument. "Come -on!" She dashed away, lightly in spite of her bulk, fcistrilla following. , CTO BE CONTINUE!^; , ^ ̂ ' *•"; ' 1 -- Spineless. "Yes," said Mrs. Twickembury, "you seldom see Mr. Twickembury without a cigar in his mouth. He's a most in­ vertebrate smoker."--The Christian Register. TACITURN AND SEDATE Waited Politely Until the Women Had Bearded the Csr, Then It Climbed ' Up the Steps Itself and Something of a Panic Followed. Chicago.--tmeses is a sedate sort of a fellow. Zebedee is a bit less cir­ cumspect. Be loves an occasional adventure. Both are billy goats and eccentric. ; They reside jointly and more or less peaceably in a relegated henhouse in the rear of George Talbot's home, 4019 West Twenty-second street. George is their master. ' ' Until the other day Rameses and Zebedee lived lives in the most pro­ saic variety--for goats. They were content to stroll lazily about the neighborhood, undisturbed and undis- turblng. People know their queer habits, and sometimes do not even smile when one of the goats stroll into their place of business or appears on their front porch of a morning. That is because Rameses and Zebe­ dee have gained the reputation of be­ ing "Intellectual goats." They have learned to discriminate between the new morning paper and the one of a week ago. For food they never were known to select the former. Goats, to some people, may be goats; but "Ram" and "Zeb," to those who know them, are more. Also, accord­ ing to George, who locks their hutch at night, "Ram" and Its companion are somewhat different from each other. "Ram" can read, George says, while "Zeb" never has been able to dally long enough with a newspaper morsel to glance at the paragraphs. He doesn't even linger over the comic page. But the erudite accomplishments of Rameses, despite the "goat education" they have gained for it, are held to blame for something that happened the other day. The goat which couldn't read, so the story goes, was told so many stories of what was happening in the outside ToLyviia C» JUdMrn'. Vefrttfl* . Compound. iS Zebedee Climbed the, Steps. world, away from the Ogden avenue and Twenty-second street vicinity, that Zebedee, the illiterate and adventure­ some, became inflamed with the desire to travel. "Zeb" suddenly decided it had been neglecting its education. It realized it knew little, even about Chi­ cago, where it was born ten years ago. So "Zeb" made a resolution, one morning, that it would "see the world." or, at least, its own city. A street car stopped in front of a drug store on S$yth Crawford avenue, where Rameses was In the habit of reading the day-before-yesterday pa­ per, and "Zeb" had accustomed itself to eating the same fragments of qews. The conductor had stepped forward to talk to the motorman. Zebedee waited politely until a few women had boarded the car. Then it climbed up the steps itself. There was something of 'a panic, and then the conductor came. Zebedee had no nickel and waa ejected from the car. As a result, "Zeb" has come to the conclusion that the only way for a goat to explore the world is in a geography. "Zeb" is just as taciturn and sedate a goat now as its friend, Rameses. Although it is somewhat late iff life, it wants to learn how tp read," . Baltliuore, lid. -- "I am more &an glad to tell What Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com­ pound did for me. I suffered dreadful pains and vanr irregular. I became alarmed and sentfor Lydia E. Pinkham's "vegetable Com- pound. I took it reg­ ularly until I was without a cramp or pain and felt like another person, it has now been six months since 1 took any medicine at all. I hope my little note will assist you in helping other wo­ men. I now fee! nerfectly well and in the best cf health." -- Mrs. AUGUST W. Kondner, 1632 Hollins Street, Bal­ timore, Md. Lydia E. 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Particular." •>V-. i '"Jack loves to be alone with* doesn't he?" -. "Yes, he even insists oit iputtingrjftie, light out." . ' Dr. Pierce's Pleasant Pellet* regulate and' invigorate stomach, liver and bowels. Sugar-coated, tiny granules. Buy to taks m candy. Adv. From Many, One. "This is our most valuable said the amateur hen farmer. "A fine bird," remarked the visitor, trying to look wise. "Yes, Indeed. We have named her E Pluribus Unura." "Why the hame?" the visitor ques­ tioned. "She came from the only ggg tlU|t hatched of 50 in the Incubator." > "They Say I They Say!" ^ ^ f Wife--The cashier at the bank l^ri-v you are just the meanest, stingiest-- Husband--Great Scott! Wha--what In that? He says-- "Well, he didn't say it In so many words, but that is what he meant, ot course." ' "i,ook he**! What 4td (fee follow s a y ? " r - , r ' "He asked me to indorse the chefck, and. when I told him I didn't know what he meant, he said he presumed I hadn't had much experience in get* ting checks cashed--so there!" " '*•, >• Providence on His Side. t*< = ^ ' .Aa a rule the habitual wrongdoer bears little resentment toward the de­ tective who may have brought him to justice Neither is he always-devoid of a blind belief in the workings of Providence. One known to the po­ lice as a "chronic crook" met one of the detectives who had on several oc­ casions unpleABant business with him. "How are you doing now, Tom?" aslt* ed the detective, "Doing!" bitterly ex« claimed the crook. < "You and your pals have fairly bottled our business 1" "Well, how's the wife?" asked the man from the Yard, whereupon the crook nearly broke down. "The mlssuB," he said, "died a month ago. it was a near thing that the parish didn't have to bury her, but (with a ring of heartfelt gratitude in hia •voice) Providence was very good, for it sent along a mug in the nick o' time --and I done him for 20. quid. We was able to bury poor L.lz quite to* cent-like!"--Manchester Guardian. :v:i- n and only a year or two ago was It found that the "red-headed" and the "blue-headed" were one and the same, and that the . real color of the head was blackish brown.»-Harper's Week­ ly. '•'?v Use of Tact. Ho* (touch trouble motitisi'i; fOUiig and old, would save themselves by a little continuous nursery diplomacy-- in other words, tact! It is so much better to secure voluntary discipline than to multiply exacting rules. A reasonable being knows that neg­ lect of right-doing brings suffering to somebody; and how much more use­ ful it is to develop "reason" in a child's mind than sullen obedience! A very successful trainer of her chil­ dren never gave utterance beforehand of what a punishment was to be for shortcoming. She was accustomed to say to her children: "Dott't you thi/\k you had better do thuu or BO beforo such a time?" A sort, of confidential leading, this, to the right view ot things, which comes br-fore obedience proper, and la moat oases dispenses with U. % SAYS WIFE LOVED CATS They Qot the Choicest Viands, Declares, and He Had to £at the Scraps. Detroit--Dr. John D. James ap­ peared in domestic relations court seeking a divorce on the ground of cats. He testified that his wife kept so many cats and made such pets of them that they even usurped his place in bed, he being often compelled to sleep on the floor. "8he prepared delectable repasts for the catB, but wouldn't cook a meal for me," he said. "I was forced to eat the scraps left after the cats had had their fill- She even pawned her watch and wedding ring when her funds ran low to buy choice meats for the cats." Doctor James weighs 102 pounds,jhis wife 180. She took the stand and ac- oused him of cruelty in beating her. A titter ran around the court. "I wouldn't be so thin if my wtfa treated me right," said the doctor. The court held that the menagerie was not sufficient cause for dlvoroa. Appetite Finds Ready Satisfaction h a bowl et- > Tliii emp bkii of In­ dian Corn--cooked and toasted so thai tliqr bare a delicious flavour--* Wholesome Nourishing ^;| • •' g Easy to Serve --sold by Grocess eray* where.