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Wrandaii hears tha story of Hetty Caa- tleton's life, except that portion that re­ lates to Wrandaii. This and the story of the tragedy she forbid? the girl ever to toll. She offers Hetty a home, friendship and security from peril on account of the tragedy Mrs. Sara Wrandaii and Hetty attend'the funeral of Challis Wrandaii at the home of his parents. Sara Wrandaii and Hetty return to New York after an, Rhsoncp of a year in Europe. Lesile Wrandaii, brother of Chains. makes him­ self useful to Sara and becomes greatly Interested in Hetty. Sara sees tn Lea­ se's Infatuation possibility for revenge on tho Wrandalls and reparation for the wrongs she suffered at the hands of Challis Wrandaii by marrying his mur­ deress Into the family. Leslie. In com­ pany with his friend Brandon Booth, an " artist, visits Sara at her country place. Leall* confesses to Sara that^e is madly In love with Hetty. Sara arranges with Booth to paint a picture of Hetty. Booth lias a haunting feeling that he has seen Hetty before. Looking through a port­ folio of pictures by an unknown English artist he finds ona of Hetty. He speaks ; .to her about It. Hetty declares it must *|»e a picture of Hetty Glynn, an English - actress, who resembles her very much. •i4 CHAPTER IX*--Continued. * Leslie was coming out on an evening -^^^Irain. Booth, in commenting on this, 0 *'; •£ , again remarked a sharp change in Het­ ty's manner. They had been convers­ ing somewhat bouyantly up to the'mo- Thent he mentioned Leslie's impending •isit. In a flash her manner changed. A quick but unmistakable frown suc­ ceeded her smiles, and for some rea­ son she suddenly relapBed into a. state #f reserfe that was little short of sul- /-fen. He was puzzled, as he -had fceen •efore. - The day was hot. Sara volunteered , to take him home in the motor. An • errand in the village was the excuse •phe gave for riding over with him. Heretofore she had sent him over .Jflone with the chauffeur. She looked very handsome, very tempting, as she came down to the 'she W - k fc": . & ' • 'i' ' :$*'>} '&* •Mi ; "By Jove," he said to himself, 'Is wonderful!" v He handed her into the car with the y^race of a courtier, and she smiled "'ipon him serenely, as a princess might , Jkave smiled in the days when knight­ hood was in flower. * When she sat him down at his little garden gate, he put the question that •ad been seething in his mind all the fay down the shady stretch they had traversed. •• "Have you ever seen Hetty Glynn, the English actress?" r Sara was always prepared. She knew Jjjhe question would come when leafct <1|xpected, "Oh, yes," she replied, with inter- . , Jjst "Have you noticed the resem­ blance? They are as like as two peas jp a pod. Isn't it extraordinary?" 5^:;^:. He was a bit staggered. "I have 0 if iv^ilever seen Hetty Glynn," he replied. :v -"Oh? You have seen photographs f«f her?" she inquired casually. "What has become of her?" he ask- «d, ignoring her question. "Is she still 1116 stage?" V ; "Heaven knows," she replied lightly. ^ J-"Miss Castleton and I were speaking vj^- j her last night. We were together ^ . tihe last time I saw her. Who knows? - #he may have married into the nobili- 'fcy by this time. She was a very poor Actress, but the loveliest thing in the orld--excepting our Hetty, of f iourse." If he could have seen the troubled | ..$ook in her eyes as she was whirled a»® to village, he might not have f )$pne about the cottage with such a $>lithesome#air. He was happier than |ie had been in days, and all because of C/: 1 Jletty Glynn! s" f Leslie Wrandaii did not arrive by |v; the evening train. He telephoned late ' j|n the afternoon, not to Hetty but to *1NBara, to say that he was unavoidably ^ detained and would not leave New SSj : -^^York until the next morning. Some- |^%iing in his voice, in his manner of :-\m' ' sapeaking, disturbed her. She went to i • b ' "• W- ii/ , 7. •' i- "Itfa All TorAmjfl^tet," He Qrowiad. bed that night with two sources of un­ easiness threatening her peace of mind. She scented peril. The motor met him at the station and Sara was waiting for him in the cool, awning-covered verandah as he drove up. There was a sullen, dissat­ isfied look in his face. She was stretch ed put comfortably, lazily, in a great chaise-lounge, her black little slippers peeping out at him with perfect ab&n dompnt. "Hello," he said shortly. -She gave him her hand. "Sorry I couldn't get out last night." He shook her hand rather ungraciously. "We missed you," she said. "Pull up a chair. I was never so lazy as now. Ifear ma, I am afraid 111 get stout and He took a couple of turns across the porch, his eyes shifting in the eager, annoyed manner of one who seeks for something that, in the correct order of things, ought to be plainly visible. "Please sit down, Leslie. Tou make me nervous, tramping about like that. We cant go In for half an hour or more." "Can't go in?" he demanded, stop­ ping before her. Her, began to pull at his little moustache. "No. Hetty's posing. Thejr t wont permit even me to disturb them." He glared. With a final, almost drar matic twist he gavo over jerking at his moustache, and grabbed up a chair, which he put down beside her with a vehemance that spoke plainer than words. "I say," he ̂ began, scowling In the direction of the doorway, "how long Is he going to be at this silly job?" '"Silly job? Why, it is to be*a mas­ terpiece," she cried. "I asked you how long?" "Oh, how 6an I tell? Weeks, per* haps. One can't prod a genius." "It's all tommy-rot," he growled. **1 suppose I'd better take the next train back to town." "Don't you like talking with me?" she Inquired, with a pout "Of course I do," he made haste to say. "Bui do you mean to say they won't let anybody In where-- Oh, I say! This is rich!" . , "Spectators upset the muse, or words to that effect." He stared gloomily at his cigarette case for a moment. Then he carefully selected a cigarette and tapped it on the back of his hand. "See here, Sara, I'm going to get this off my chest," he said bluntly. "I've been thinking It over all week. I don't like this portrait painting non­ sense." "Dear me! Didn't yon suggest it?" she inquired Innocently, but. all the time her heart was beating violent time to the song of triumph. He was jealous. It was what she wanted, what she had hoped for all along. Her purpose now was to en­ courage the ugly flame that tortured him, to fan it into fury, to make it un­ endurable. She knew him well: His supreme egoism could not withstand an attack upon its complacency. Like all the Wrandalls, he had the habit of thinking too well of himself. He possessed a clearly-defined sense of humor, but it did not begin to include self-sacrifice among its endowments. He had never been able to laugh at himself for the excellent reason that some things were truly sacred to him. She realized this, and promptly laughed at him. He stiffened. "Don't snicker, Sara," he growled. He took time to light his cigarette, and at the same time to consider his an­ swer to her question. "In a way, yes. I suggested a tort of portrait, of course. A sketchy thing, something like that, you know. But not an all- summer operation." "But she doesn't mind," explained Sasa. "In fact, she is enjoying it. She and Mr. Booth get on famously to­ gether." "She likes him, eh?" "Certainly. Why shouldn't she like him? He is adorable." He threw his cigarette over the rail­ ing. "Comes here every day, I sup­ pose?" "My. dear Leslie, he is to do me as soon as he has finished with her. I don't like your manner." "Oh," he said in a dull sort of won­ der. No one had ever cut him short in just that way before. "What's up, Sara? , Have I done anything out of the way?" "Tou are very touchy, it seems to me." "I'm sore about this confounded por­ trait monopoly." "I'm sorry, Leslie. I suppose you will have to give in, however. We are three to one. against you--Hetty, Mr. Booth and I." "I see," he said, rather blankly. Then he drew his chair closer. "See here, Sara, you know I'm terribly keen about her. 1 think about her, I dream about her, I-- ph, well, here it is in a nutshell: I'm in love with her. Now do you understand?" "I don't see how you could help be­ ing in love with her," she Bald calmly, "I believe it is a habit men have where she is concerned." "You're not surprised?" he cried, himself surprised. Not In the least." , I mean to ask her to marry ae,1 he announced with finality, "this was intended to bowl her over completely. She looked at him for anN instant, and then shook her head. "I'd like to be able to wish you good luck.' He stared. "You don't mean to say she'd be fool enough--" he began in­ credulously, but caught himself up in time. "Of course, I'd have to take my chances," he concluded, with more hu­ mility than she had ever seen him dis­ play. "Do you know of any one else?" "No," she said seriously. "She doesn't confide in me to that extent, I fear. I've never asked." "Do you think there was an* one back there in England?" He put it inj the past tense, so to speak, as if there could be no question about the present. "Oh, I dare say." He was regaining hip complacency "That's neither here nor there," he declared. The thing I want you to do Sara, is to rush this confounded por­ trait. 1 don't like-the idea, not a little bit" "I don't blame you for being afraid of the attractive Mr. Booth," she said with a significant lifting of her eye­ brows. "I'm going to have It over with be­ fore I go up to town, my dear girl," he announoed. In » matter-of-fact way. ^ • ; ^ ^ "I've given t|te whole situation a deuce of a lot of thought, and I've* made up my mind to do it I'm not the sort, you .know, to del&y matters once my mind's made up. By Jove, Sara, you ought to be pleased, I'm not such a rotten catch, if I do say it who shouldn't." She was perfectly still f6r' a long time, so still that she did not appear to be breathing. Her eyes grew dark­ er, more mysterious. If he had taken the pains to notice, he would have seen that her fingers were rigid. "I am pJeased," she said, very gently. She could have shrieked the words. How she hated all these smug Wran* dalis! "I came to the decision yesterday,' he went on, tapping the arm of the chair with his finger tips, as If timing his words with care and precision. "Spoke to dad about it at lunch. I was coming out on the five o'clock, as I'd planned, but he seemed to think I'd better talk it over with the mater first Not that she would be likely to kick up a row, you know, but--well, for policy's sake. See what I mean? Decent thing to do, you know. She never quite got over the way you and Chal stole a march on her. God knows I'm not like Chal." Her eyes narrowed again. "Noy" she said, "you are not like your brother." "Chal was all right mind you, in what he did," he added hastily, noting the look. "I would do the same, 'pon my soul I would, if there were any senseless objections raised in my case. But, of couse, it was right for me to talk it over with her, just the same. So I stayed in and gave them all the chance to say what they thought of me--and, incidentally, of Hetty. Quite the decent thing, don't you think? A fellow's mother iB his mother, after all. See What I mian?" He Blinked |n Astonishment. 'She is quite satisfied, then, that you are not throwing yourself away on Miss Castleton," said Sara, with a deep breath, which he mistook for a sigh. , Oh, - trust mother to nose into things. She knows Miss Castleton's pedigree from the ground up. There's Debrett, you see. What's more, you can't fool her in a pinch. She knows blood when she sees it. Father hasnt the same sense of proportion, however. He says you never can tell." Sara was startled. "What do you mean?" "Oh, It's nothing to speak of; only a way he has of grinding mother once in a while. He uses you as an exam­ ple to prove that you never can tell, and mother has to admit that he's right You have upset every one of her pet theories. She sees it now, but --whew! She couldn't see it In the old days, could she?" I fear not,v said she in a low voice. Her eyes smouldered. "It is quite nat­ ural that she should not want you to make the mistake your brother made." "Oh, please don't put it that way, Sara. You make me feel like a con­ founded prig, because that's what it comes to, jwlth them, don't you know. And yet my attitude has always been clear to them where you're concerned. I was strong for you from the begin­ ning. All that silly rot about--" Please, please!" she burst out, quivering all over. I beg your pardon," he .stammered. "You--you know how I mean it dear girl." Please leave ae out of it, Leslie," she said, collecting herself. After a mo­ ment she went on calmly: "And so you are going to marry my poor little Het­ ty, and they are all pleaaed with the arrangement" If she'll have mo," he said with a wink, as if to say there wasn't any use doubting it "They're tickled to death." , "Vivian f* .. " . "Viv's a snofe, She says Kitty's much too good for me, blood and bone. What business, says she, has a Wran­ daii aspiring to tha. ^i°n™Tlrn! Henry the Bightfe!" jJ' > "What!" ';r: , "The Murgatroyds go tiaCk to bid Henry, straight as a plummet. 'Gad, what Vivvy doesn't know about Brit­ ish aristocracy isn't worth knowing. She looked it up the time they tried to convince her she ought to marry the duke. But she's fond of Hetty. She says she's a darling. She's right: Hetty is too good for me." Sara swished her gown about and rose gracefully from the chaise- longue. Extending her hand to him Bhe said, and he was never to forget the deep thrill in her voice: "Well, I wish you good luck, Leslie^ Don't take no for an answer." "Lord, if she should say no," he gasped, confronted by the possibility of Sueh stupidity on Hetty's part "You don't think she will?" Her answer was a smile of doubt, the effect of which was to destroy his tranquility tor honx«* ,;w "It is time for luncheon. I suppose we'll have to interrupt them. Perhaps it is jqst as well, for your sake," she said tauntingly. He grinned, but it was a sickly ef­ fort. "You're the one to spoil anything of that sort^lur said, wtth sqme iw- cerbity. rir - \ . "Certainly," he said v with so much meaning in the word that she flushed. Hetty and Booth came Into view at that instant The painter was laying a soft, filmy scarf ovejr the girl's bare shoulders as he followed close behind her. "Hello!" he cried, catcHing sight of Wrandaii. "Train late, ol«J chap' We've been expecting you for the last hour. How are you?" He came up with a frank, genuine smile of pleasure on his lips, his hand extended. Leslie rose to the occasion. His ^elf-esteem was larger than his grievance. He shook Booth's hand heartily, almost exuberantly. "Didn't want to dieturb you, Bran­ dy," he cried, cheerily. "Besides, Sara wouldn't let me." He then passed on to Hetty, who had lagged behind. Bending low over her hand, he said something commonplace ih a very low tone, at the same time looking slyly out of the corner of his eye to see if Booth was taking it all in. Finding that his friend was regarding him rath­ er fixedly, he obeyed a sudden impulse and raised the girl's slim hand to his lipe. As suddenly he released her fin­ gers and straightened up with' a look of surprise in his eyes; he had dis­ tinctly heard the agitated catch in her throat She was staring at her hand in a stupefied sort of way, holding it rigid before her eyes for a moment before thrusting it behind her back as if It A^ere a thing to be shielded from all scrutiny save her own' "Yoy must not kiss it again, Mr. Wrandaii," she said in a low, intense voice,# Then she passed him by and hurried up the stairs, without so much as a glance over her shoulder. He blinked in astonishment. All of a sudden there swept over him the unique sensation of shyness--most unique in him. He had never been ashamed before in all his life. Now he was curiously conscious of having overstepped the bounds, and for the first time to be shown his place by a girl. This to him, who had no scruples about boundary llnea. All through luncheon he 'was vola­ tile and gay. There was a bright spot in his cheek, however, that betrayed him. to Sara, who already suspected the temper of his thoughts. He talked aero planing without cessation, direct­ ing most of hie conversation to Booth, yet thrilled with pleasure e*3h time Hetty laughed at his sallies. He was beginning to feel like a half-baked schoolboy in her presence, a most ae- plorable state of affairs he had to admit "If yon hate the trains so much, and your automobile ts out of whack, why don't you try volplaning down from the Metropolitan tower?" de­ manded Booth in response to his* lugu­ brious wail against the beastly luek of having to go about in railway coaches with a lot of red-eyed, nose- blowing people who hadn't got used to their spring underwear yet. "Sinister suggestion, I must say," he ^claimed. "You must be eager to see my life blood scattered all over creation. But, speaking of volplaning, I've had three lessons thie week. Next week Bronribn says I'll be flying like a gull. 'Gad, it's wonderful. I've had two tumbles, that's all--little ones, of course--net result a barked kne^ and a peeled elbow." , "Watch out you're not flying like an angel before you get through with it Les," cautioned the painter. "I see that a well-known society leader In Chicago was killed yesterday." "Oh, I love the danger there is in it," said Wrandaii carelessly. "That's what gives zest to the sport** - "I love it, too," said Hetty, her eyes agleam. "The glorious feel' of the wind as you rush through It! And yet one seems to be standing perfect­ ly still in the air when one is half a mile high and going fifty mftes an hour. Oh* it Ip wonderful, Mr. Wran­ daii." " "I'll take you out in a week or two. Miss Castleton, if you'll trust your­ self with me." "I will go," she announced promptly. Bo6th frowned. ^"Better wait a bit" he counseled. "Risky business. Miss Castleton, flying about, with fledgelings." "Oh, come n6w!" expostulated Wrandaii with some heat "Don't be a wet blanket, old man." "I was merely suggesting she'd bet­ ter wait till you've got used to your wings." "Jimmy Van Wickle took- his wife with him the third time up," said Les­ lie, as if that were the last word in aeroplanlng. "It's common report that she keeps Jimmy level, no matter where' she's got him," retorted Booth. "I dare say Miss Castleton can hold me level," said Leslie, with a pro* found bow to her. "Can't you. Miss Castleton?" She smiled. "Oh, as for that, Mr. Wrandaii, I think we can all trust you to cling pretty closely to your own level." - "Rather ambiguous, thft," he re­ marked dubiously. "She means you never get below it, Leslie," said Bodth, enjoying himself. "That's the one great principle In aeroplanlng," said Wrandaii, quick to recover. "Vivian says I'll break my neck some day, but admits it will be a heroic way of doing it. Much nobler than pitching out of an automobile or catapulting over a horse's head in Central park." He paused for effect before venturing his next conclusion. "It must be Ineffably sublime, being squashed--or is it squshed?--after a 4rop «f * ttiio <* ao, isat i * .He looked to«see Miss Castleton wince, and was somewhat dashed to find that she was looking out of the window, quite oblivious to the peril he was in figuratively for her special consideration. / Booth was acutely reminded that the term "prig" as applied to Leslie was a misnomek*; he hated the thought of th* other word; which re­ flectively he rhymed with "pad." It occurred to him early In the course of thiB one-elded discussion that the hostess was making no ef­ fort to take part in it, whether from lack of interest or because of its friv­ olous nature he was, of course un­ able to determine. Later, he was struck by the curious pallor of her face, and the lack-luster expression of her eyee. She seldom removed her gaze from Wrandall.'s face, and yet there persisted in the observer's mind the rather uncanny impression that she did not hear a word her brother-in-law was saying. He, In turn, took to watching her covertly. At no time did her expression change. For reasons of his own, he did not attempt to draw her into tUe conver­ sation, fascinated as he was by the study of that beautiful, emotionless face. Once he had the queer senba^ tion of feeling, rather than seeing, a haunted look in her eyes, but he put it down to fancy on his part And Leslie babbled on in blissful ignorance of, not to say disregard for, this strange ghost at the feast, for, to Booth's mind, the ghost of Challis Wrandaii was there. Turning to Miss Castleton with a significant look in his eyes, meant to to call her attention to Mrs. Wrandaii, he was amazed to find that every ves­ tige of color had gone from the girl's face. She was listening to Wrandaii and replying in monosyllables, but that she was aware of the other wom­ an's abstraction was not for' an in­ stant to be doubted. Suddenly, after a quick glance at Sara's face, she looked squarely into Booth's eyes, and he saw in hers an expression of actual concern, if not alarm. Leslie was in the middle of a sen­ tence when Sara ̂ aughed'aloud, with­ out excuse or reason. The next in­ stant she was looking from one to the other In a dazed sort of way, as if coming Out of a dream. Wrandaii turned scarlet There had been nothing in his remarks to call for a laugh, he was quite sure of that Flushing ellghtiy, she murmured* some­ thing about having thought of an amusing' story, &nd begged him to go on, she wouldn't be rude again. He had little zest for continuing the subject and sullenly disposed of It in a word or two. "What the devil was there to Faugh at, Brandy?" he demanded of his friend after the women bad left them togetlfer on the porch a few minutes later. Hetty had gone upstairs with Mrs. Wrandaii, her arm clasped tight­ ly about the older woman's waist. "I dare say she was thinking about you falling a mile or tiro," said Booth pleasantly. ' But he was perplexed# • r v * ' CHAPTER • aB he had fondly expected her to do; and then there was that very disqui­ eting laugh of Sara's. A hundred times over he repeated to himself that sickening question: "Whstt the dexil was there to laugh at?" and no an­ swer suggested itself. He was decid­ edly crose about it * Another hour $asse?I. His heels were quite cool by this time, but his blood was boiling. This was a deuce of a way to treat a fellow who had gone to the trouble to come all the way out in a stuffy train, by Joie, it was! With considerable asperity he rang for a servant and commanded him to fetch a time table, and to be quick about It, a$ there might fce * train leaving before he could get back If it took him as long to find it as It took other people to remtemher their obligations! His sarcasm failed to impress Murray, who thought Man Propose*. Tha young men cooled their tools for an hour before word was brought down to them that Mrs. Wrandaii begged to be excused for the after­ noon on account of a severe head­ ache. MIbs Castleton was with her, but would be down later on. Mean­ while they were to make themselves at home, and so on and so forth. Booth took his departure, leaving Leslie in eole possession of the porch. He ftas restless, nervous, excited; half-afraid to stay there and face Het­ ty with the proposal he was deter­ mined to make, and wholly afraid to forsake the porch and run the risk of missing her altogether if she came down as signified. Several things disturbed him. One was Hetty's de­ plorable failure to hang on his words "Wlttt the Devil Was TMm* t* Lau«h > vi at, Brandy?" there was a,schedule in Mrs. Wran* dall's room, and he'd get it as soon as the way was clear, if Mr. Wrandaii didn't mind waiting. N "If I minded waiting," snapped Les­ lie, "I wouldn't be here now." ' " » As the footmfrn was leaving, Sara's automobile whirled up to the porte- cochere. * "Who is going loife': MurraSr?"' be called in' surprised ' v J " "Miss pastleton, shr..' For thfe air, sir." 1 "The deuce you fay!" gasped the harassed Mr. Wrandaii. It wan a pretty kettle of fish! Hetty appeared a few minutes later, attired for motoring. * "Oh. there you are," she said, espy­ ing him. "I am going for & spin. Want to come along?" He swallowed hard. The ends of his mustache described a pair of ab­ solutely horizontal exclamatioa- points. "If you don't mind being en­ cumbered," he remarked sourly. "I don't in the least mind," s$ld ehe sweetly. "Where are you going?" he asked without much, enthusiasm. He wasn't to be caught appearing eager, not he. Besides, it wasn't anything to be flip» pant about - "Yonder," she 'said, with a liberal sweep of her arm, taking In the whole 'landscape. "And be liome In time to dress for dinner," she added, as if to relieve hie mind. "Good Lord!" he groaned, "do we have to eat again?" "We have to dress for'It, at least" she replied. "I'll go," he exclaimed, and ambled off to secure a cap and coat., "Sara has planned for a run to Lenox tomorrow if it doesn't rain," she informed him on hiB return. , "Oh," he said, staring. "Booth £ets 4 a day off on the portrait, then." "Being Sunday," she smiled. "We knock off 'on Sundays and bank holi­ days. But, after ^11, he doesn't really get a holiday. He if to go with us, poor fellow." (TO BE CONTINUED.) HAD SOMETHINQ LEFT OVER Senator Was Wondering Just How He Would Employ the Remnant of His 8alary Left. Senator John K. Shields of Tennes" see 1e a homelover aAd ltkes his own fireside better than the gilded glories of a gaudy hostelry. Oh his big planta­ tion out. in his state he has a large, colonial mansion surrounded by sev­ eral hundred acres of fiqe land on which he pastures cattle, ponies and goats. But when he came to the capital and eought to get a house suitable for his lares and penates, he found it a difficult task. An energetic real es­ tate agent motored him and his wife from one house to another, each time the price rising skyward for the rent Now, the senator receives $7,000 a year, and if he pays out mych for rent he will have to be pretty economical in his food and clothing. So he and Mrs. 8hielda tramped over houses of fill kinds for days. At last the agent got them cornered in a lovely mansion big enough to house a regiment and ornate enough to suit the Shah of Persia. He took them over it from top to bottom and at last stood up before them id the handsome library. "What is the rent?" atked the sena­ tor, who was mightily ph ased with the place. "Very reasonable," replied the agent. "Only $6,600 a year." - Beoator Shleld« went orer te a win­ dow and stood for m time in doep thought . -; "Well, sir, ts it that is pua- sling you?" inquired the agent "Nothing much," remarked Shielda, 1 was only thinking what I would do with the-other five hundred of my sal­ ary." •he y/fkt No Easy Martha is seven, and has ehtwn more than ordinary childish aversion to learning lessons, being washed and having curls made smooth and shiny, and less than the average delight 19 fairy-talea. One day upon her return from Sun­ day school she was questioned as to what she" had learned from her pice teacher this time. She cried out with flashing eyes and an Indignant toss of her pretty head, "Why, mamma; my teacher told me today that story about the Children of Israel walking across the Red sea and not getting their* selves wet one singla bit--and she eS:P€$t£d me to believe it!*' ;;r:* ' Tough Steak, x 'v tJ&fs Gilbert, the noted archffcoet of New York--the Woolworth Building is one of hiB creations---said of a recent criticism Of skyscrapers: "This criti- clain is not fair. It is prejudiced Hence it will do more harm than good --like the remark of the waiter. 'Wait­ er, confound it. this steak isn't tender enough!' 'Not lender enough?' the waiter snarled. 'Aw, what do yt>u ex­ pect Do you want it to jump up feng and kin jv^Tmr..i ^ ^^ CAUGHT BY Tt f. Chicago foan, Trapped on Rising , "Jacl ,:nifelM FaKi Into Arms Chicago.--Facing almost , certaiih death on the pavement many feet bo» , low, an aged man, swinging from steel girder at the top of an upraise^ "jackknife" bridge over the Chicag^? river, dropped to safety the other da|f i in the outstretched arms of a pollc#»* v; man. ' *' The accident, which held a blfr : crowd spellbound at Kinzle street and , , the river, occurred during the passage * j of a boat under the bridge. Samuel ' Blrdsell, fifty-eight years old, waf f j crossing the bridge at the time anjtit He Dropped UM a Plummet. failed to heed the warning of Polled man Laffglois of the Chicago avenuff ;; station. The bridge rose rapidly, anf' v before the aged man could run bacl^.' he was forccd to grab a girder. V- When the two leaves of the bridgf;"'?'• reached an almost vertical position^ y?! Blrdsell's strength began to give out^. • ( Langlols,1 watching the figure high H " the air, stepped to a position directly* under and waited. A minute or tw#:. , passed. Then the man's hold loosene^ and he dropped like a plummet ;t7'/ ' Langlols, however, had braced him* self for the shock, and with arms out#f stretched he caught the man. Botli « the policeman and Blrdsell werit.\ •-. slightly bruised, but the former's ac&.y tion had broken-the man's fall suifl|! Ciently to prevent serious injury. Th#)),. •. shock knocked the policeman to th#-'-';: pavement \ • "I wish to thank you, officer," said*;" a Blrdsell, as he brushed, himself oflj^l "You savod me from being seriously ; hurt" .If; \: BRAVERY WINS $100 A WEEK Oklahoma Lad, Who Reseued a Kldft naped Girl Sixteen Years Ago, - Is Rewarded. . - s • . Achilla, Okla.-<aeharle»; farmer of Bryan county, now has aal income of $100 a week because six*y~ teen years ago he saved the life of child and the father did not forget Sixteen years ago Charles Brown,-/ , now of Achille, Bryan county, then a ' mere boy, was working for a lumber . company in Tennessee. The owner of'* the mill had a daughter, a little child;, fair and winBome, who was the per " of the lumber camp. Two bandits,; with a purpose of exerting a ransom, ? kidnaped the child and made away.. ' with her toward the Cumberland mountains. The father immediately^ informed the sheriff, who organized • posse and started in pursuit. Charles' Brown, because of his youth, was deemed unfit for service and left be-' hind. Arming himself with two re­ volvers he set out on foot-.to overtake the bandits. All that night and next day the boy sped on his way, until his, feet were blistered. He was without sustenance, for he was passing through an uninhabited country. The second night he waylaid and captured the bandits, driving them 22 miles ahead of him to a telegraph sta- tion, where he notified the sheriff, and came home with the rescued girl and prisoners. Brown had nearly forgotten the act, wHen one day last week he received ' notice from a firm of lawyers in Ten­ nessee informing him that his old em­ ployer, who had grown to be a multi­ millionaire, had recently died and had ' Mft to him an allowance of $100 a week for life. % mmiMM SNAKES TRY TO H0L0 UP CAR Express Meeeenger on Santa Pe Re­ sisted With Flrearme Alarmed Passengers, But Saved Self. • Temple, Tex.--The express mearth- ger on the north-bound Santa Pe train arriving here the other day was the hero of a hair raising experience that b# will not soon forget. While engaged in his duties he was startled by an un­ usual and sinister noise close to his vicinity and looking up discovered a large rattlesnake colled and ready to strike. Hastily getting his pistol he fired >at the reptile, killing it at the first shot Three other rattlers ap­ peared on the scene and, backing off to a place of safety, the messenger shot them down, one by one. Inveetl- gatlon showed that the snakes had escaped from a boa shipped from Wharton destined to a northern eity for show purposes. ^ The fusillade of shots aUrmed many of the passengers, who fancied that a proverbial holdup of the tram waa in progrcbs by train bandits. All of the snakes were killed before they mm a chance to talk* 5 &wdMisk