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-•:' ;. A;'.ig'.V'V,' AIXDEAIiEH, JTHEimY, 'ILfc. • •"" " Arova KdfeinrvG Greei\ Dkistetiorvs & C. D Idiocies COPYRIGHT 1914- DODD,A\EAO <S^ COA^sJN^/ IF 8YN0PSIS. A curious crowd of neighbors invade the mysterious home of Judge Ostrantler, county judge and eccentric recluse, fol­ lowing a veiled woman who has gained entrance through the gates of the high double barriers surrounding the place. The woman has disappeared but the judge Is found in a cataleptic- state. The Judge awakes. Miss Weeks explains to him What has occurred during his seizure. He *ecretly disc-overs the whereabouts of the veiled woman. She proves to be the wid­ ow of a man tried before the judge, and electrocuted for murder years before. Her daughter is engaged to the Judge's son, from whom he is estranged, but the mur­ der is between the lovers. She plans to clear her husband's memory and asks the judge's aid. Alone In her room Deborah licoville reads the newspaper clippings felling the story of the murder of Alger­ non Etheridge by John Scoville in Dark Hollow, twelve years before. The Judge and Mrs. Scoville meet at Spencer's Folly and she shows htm how, on the day of the murder, she saw the shadow of a man, whittling a stick and wearing a long peaked cap. The judge engages her and ner daughter Reuther to live with him In his mysterious home. Deborah and her lawyer. Black, go to the police station and see the stick used to murder Etheridge. She discovers a broken knife-blade point embedded In it. Deborah and Reuther go to live with the Judge. Deborah sees a portrait of Oliver, the Judge's son, with a black band painted across the eyes. That night she finds, in Oliver's room, a cap with a peak like the shadowed one, and a knife with a broken blade-point. Anony­ mous letters increase her suspicions. CHAPTER IX--Continued. "I have been told--" thus Deborah easily proceeded, "that for a small house yourB contains the most won­ derful assortment of interesting ob­ jects. Where did you ever get them ?" "My father was a collector, on a very small scale of course, and my mother had a passion for hoarding which prevented anything from going out of this house after it had once come into it." "My husband--" began Mrs. Sco­ ville, thoughtfully. Miss Weeks stared in consternation at Mrs. Scoville, who hastened to say: "You wonder that I can mention my husband. Perhaps you will not be BO surprised when 1 tell you that in my eyes he is a martyr, and quite guiltless of the crime for which he was pun­ ished." "You think that?" There was real surprise in the manner of the ques­ tioner. Mrs. Scoville's brow cleared-. She was pleased at this proof that her affairs had not yet reached the point of general gossip. "Miss Weeks, I am a mother. I have a young and lovely daughter. Can I look in her innocent eyes and believe her father to have so forgotten his re­ sponsibilities as to overshadow her life with crime? No, I will not believe it. Circumstance? were in favor of his conviction, but he never lifted the •tick which struck down Algernon Etheridge." Miss Weeks, who had sat quite still during the utterance of these remarks, fidgeted about at their close, with what appeared to the speaker, a sud­ den and quite welcome relief. "Oh!" she murmured; and said no more. It was not a topic she found easy of discussion. The sadness which now spread over the very interesting countenance of her visitor, offered her an excuse for the introduction of a far more mo­ mentous topic; one she bad burned to Introduce, but had not known how. "Mrs. Scoville, I hear that Judge Ostrander has cot your daughter a pi­ ano. That is really a wonderful thing for him to do. Not that he is so close with his money, but that he has al­ ways been so set against all gayety and companionship. I suppose you did not know the shock it would be to him when you asked Bela to let you into the gates." "No! I didn't know. But it is all, right now. The judge seems to wel­ come the change. Miss Weeks, did you know Algernon Etheridge well enough to tell n:c if hew;: a? and irreproachable a man as they all ! say?" "He was a good man, but he had a dreadfully obstinate streak in his dis­ position and very set ideas. I have heard that he and the judge used to argue over a point for hours. And he was most always wrong. For in­ stance, he was wrong about Oliver." "Oliver?" "Judgo Ostrander's son, you know. Mr. Etheridge wanted him to study for a professorship; but the boy was determined to go into journalism, and you see what a success he has made of it. As a professor he would prob­ ably have been a failure." "Was this difference of opinion on the calling he should pursue the cause of Oliver's leaving home in the way he did?" continued Deborah, conscious of walking on very thin ice. But Miss Weeks rather welcomed than resented this curiosity. Indeed, she was never tired of enlarging upon the Ostranders. "I have never thought so. The judge would not quarrel with Oliver on so small a point as that My idea is, though I never talk of it much, that they had a great quarrel over Mr. Etheridge. Oliver never liked the old student; I've watched them and I've seen. He hated his coming to the house so much; he hated the'way his father singled him out and deferred to him and made him the confident of all his troubles. When they went on their walks, Oliver always hung back, and more tbaja once I have seen him make a grimace of distaste when his father urged him forward. He was only a boy, I know, but his dislikes meant something, and if it ever hap­ pened that he spoke out his whole mind, you may be sure that some very bitter words passed." Was this meant as an innuendo? Impossible to tell. Such nervous, fussy little bodies often possess minds of unexpected subtlety. Deborah gave up all hope of understanding her, and, accepting her statements at their face value, effusively remarked: "You must have a very superior mind to draw such conclusions from the little you have seen. I have heard many explanations given for the breach you name, but never any so reasonable." A flash from the spinster's wary eye, then a burst of courage and the quick retort: "And what explanation does Oliver himself give? YQU ought to know, Mrs. Scoville." The attack was as sudden as it was unexpected. Deborah flushed and trimmed her sails for this new tack, and insinuating gently, "Then you have heard--" waited for the enlight­ enment these words were likely to evoke. It came quickly enough. "That he expected to marry your daughter? Oh, yes, Mrs. Scoville; it's common talk here now. I hope you don't mind my mentioning it." Deborah's head went up. She faced the other fairly, with the look born of mother passion, and mother passion only. "Reuther is blameless in this mat­ ter," she protested. "She was brought up in ignorance of what I felt sure would prove a handicap and misery to her. She loves Oliver as she will never love any other man, but when she was told her real name and understood fully what that name carries with it, she declined to saddle him with her shame. That's her story. Miss Weeks; one that hardly fits her appearance, which is very delicate. And, let me add, having once accepted her father's name, she refuses to be known by any other. I have brought her to Shelby where to our own surprise and Reu- ther's great happiness, we have been taken in by Judge Ostrander, an act of kidness for which we are very grate­ ful." Miss Weeks got up, took down one of her rarest treasures from an old etagere standing in one corner and laid it in Mrs. Scoville's hand. "For your daughter," she declared. "Noble girl! I hope she will be happy." The mother was touched, but not quite satisfied yet of the giver's real feelings towards Oliver, and, after thanking her warmly, remarked: "There is but one thing that will ever make Reuther happy, and that Bhe cannot have unless a miracle oc­ curs. Oh, I do not wonder you smile. This is not the day of miracles. But if my belief in my husband could be shared; if I should be enabled to clear his name, might not lovo and loyalty L; left to^o-thc rcil"r Wculr* 'btLs. judge's objections, in that case, be re­ moved? What do you think, Miss Weeks?" "There! we will say no more about -it." The little woman's attitude and voice were almost prayerful. "You have judgment enough for two. Be­ sides, the miracle has not happened," she interjected, with a smile which seemed to say it never would. -• Deborah sighed. Whether or not it was quite an honest expression of her feeling we will not inquire She was there for a definite purpose and her way to it was, as yet, far from plain. The negative with which she followed up this sigh was one of sor­ rowful acceptance. She made haste, however, to qualify it. "But I have not given up all hope. I know as well as any one how impos­ sible the tack must prove, unless I can light upon fresh evidence. And Wher» am I to get that? Only from some new witness." MIBS Weeks' polite smile took on an expression of indulgence. This roused Deborah's pride, and, hesitating no longer, she anxiously remarked*. "I have sometimes thought that Oliver Ostrander might be that wit­ ness. He certainly was in the ravine the night Algernon Etheridge was struck down." Had she been an experienced actress of years she could not have thrown into this question a greater lack o£*all innuendo. Miss Weeks, already un­ der her fascination, heard the tone but never thought to notice the quick rise and fall of her visitor's uneasy bosom, and so unwarned, responded with all due frankness: F "I know he was. But how will that help you? He had no testimony to give in relation to this crime, or he "would have given it." "That Is true." The admission fell mechanically from Deborah's lips; she was not conscious, even of making it. Then, as her emotion choked her into silence, she sat with piteous eyes searching Miss Weeks' face, till she had recovered her voice, when she added this vital question: "H|ow did you know that Oliver was in the ravine that night? I only guessed it." "Well, it was In this way. I do not often keep my eye on my neighbors (oh, no, Miss Weeks!), but that night I chanced to be looking over the way just at the minute Mr. Etheridge came out, and something I saw in his man­ ner and in that of the judge who had followed him to the door, and in that of Oliver who, cap on head, was lean­ ing towards them from a window over the porch, made me think that a con­ troversy was going on between the two old people of which Oliver was the object. This naturally interested me, and I watched them long enough to see Oliver suddenly raise his fist and shake it at old Etheridge; then, in great rage, slam down the window and disappear inside. The next minute, and before the two below had done talking, I caught another glimpse of him as he dashed around the corner of the house on his way to the ra­ vine." "And Mr. Etheridge?" "Oh, he left soon after. I watched him as he went by, his long cloak flap­ ping in the wind. Little di,d I think he would never pass my window again." So interested were they both, that neither for ,the moment realized the btrangeness of the situation or that it was in connection with a crime for sounded Incongruous enough to Da borah, in whose heart at that moment a leaf was turned upon the past, which left the future hopelessly blank. "Must you go?" Deborah had risen mechanically. "Don't, I beg, till you have relieved my mind about Judge Ostrander. I don't suppose that there is really anything behind that door of his which it would alarm any one to see?" Then, Deborah understood" Miss Weeks. But she was ready for her. "I'vn sever seen anything of the sort," said she, "and I make up his bed in that very room every morn­ ing." "Oh! And Miss Weeks drew a deep breath. "No article of immense value, such as that rare old bit of real Satsu- ma in the cabinet over there?" "No," answered Deborah, with all the patience she could muster. "Judge Ostrander seems very simple in Lis tastes. I doubt if he would know Sat- suma if he saw it." Miss Weeks sighed. "Yes, he has never expressed the least wish to look over my shelves. So the double fence means nothing?" "A whim," ejaculated Deborah, mak­ ing quietly for the door. "The judge likes to walk at night when quite through with his work; and he doesn't like his ways to be noted. But he pre­ fers the lawn now. I hear his step out there every night." "Well, it's something to know that sfee Teads a more normal life than for­ merly!" sighed the little lady as she prepared to usher her guest out. "Come again, Mrs. Scoville; and, if I may, I will drop in and see you some day." Deborah accorded her permission and made her final adleux. She felt aB if a hand which had been stealing up her chest had suddenly gripped her throat, choking her. She had found the man who had cast that fatal shadow down the ravine, twelve years before. "Was the Difference of Opinion the Cause of Oliver's Leaving?" which the husband of one of them had suffered, they were raking up this past, and gossiping over its petty de­ tails. Mrs. Scoville sighed and said: "It couldn't have been very long after you saw him that Mr. Etheridge was struek?" "Only some twonly nili.'ilujjt It; take;* just that long for a man to walk from this corner to the bridge." "And you never heard where Oliver went?" "It was never talked about at the time. Later, when some hint got about of his having been in the ravine tha't night, he said he had gone up the ravine, not down it. And we all be­ lieved him, madam." "Of course, of course. What a dis­ criminating mind you have, Miss Weeks, and what a wonderful memory! To think that after all these years you can recall that Oliver had a cap on his head when he looked out of the win­ dow at his father and Mr. Etheridge. If you were asked, I have no doubt you could tell its very color. Was it the peaked one?" "Yes, 1 could swear to it;" And Mias Weeks gave a little laugh, which CHAPTER X. * Anonymous Letters. Deborah re-entered the judge's house a stricken woman. She reached her room door and was about to enter, when at a sudden thought she paused and let her eyes wander down the hall till they settled on another door, the one she had closed behind her the night before, with the deep resolve never to open it again except under compulsion. A few minutes later she was standing In one of the dim corners of Oliver's musty room, reopening a book which she had taken down from th shelves on her former visit. She remembered it from Its torn back and 'the fact that it was an algebra. Turn­ ing to the fly leaf, she looked again at the names and schoolboy phrases she had seen scribbled all over Its surface, for the one which she remembered aB, "I hate algebra." It had not been a very clearly writ­ ten "algebra," and she would never have given this interpretation to the scrawl, had she been in a better mood. Now another thought.htwl come to her, and she wanted to see the word again. Was she glad or sorry to have yielded to this impulse, when by a closer in­ spection she perceived that the word was not "algebra" at all, but "Algernon, I hate A Etheridge.--I hate A. E.--1 hate Algernon E.," all over the page, and here and there on other pages, sometimes in characters so rubbed and faint as to be almost unreadable and again so pressed into the paper by a yicious pencil point as to have broken their way through to the leaf under­ neath. i The work of an ill-conditioned schoolboy! but--this hate dated-back many years. Paler than ever, and with hands trembling almost to the point of incapacity, she put the book back and flew to her own room, the prey of thoughts bitter almost to mad- tfess. It was the second time In her life that she had been called upon to go through this precise torture. Then, only her own happiness and honor were involved; now it was Reuther's; and the fortitude which sustained her through the ignominy of her own trou­ ble failed her at the prospect of Reu- ther's. And again, the two cases were not equal. Her husband had had traits which, in a manner, had prepared her for the ready suspicion of people. But Oliver was a man of reputation and kindly heart; and yet, tn the course of time this had come, and the question once agitating her as to whether Reuther was a fit mate for him and now evolved itself into this: Was he a fit mate for her? (TO BE CONTINUED.) Cost of Fame. 1 Soon after victory had declared It­ self in favor of the British arms st the memorable battle of Blenheim the Duke of Marlborough, in traversing the ranks, observed a soldier leaning in a pensive manner on the butt-end of his musket. His grace immedi­ ately accosted him thus: "Why so pensive, my friend, after so glorious a victory?" "It may be glorious," re­ plied the son of Mars, "but I have only earned fourpence by contributing to all this acquisition of fame!" "LIFE, LIBEHIY Hi A Western Canada Farmer Writes as to Conditions. , A. G. Hansen is a farmer living near Clavet, Sask., and as an old resident of Minnesota, takes strong exception to some of the articles appearing in American papers disparaging the true conditions in Western Canada. The "Cottonwood Current" of Cottonwood, Minn., an important weekly paper in the southwestern part of the state, re­ cently published a letter from Mr. Hansen, which is interesting reading. In his letter Mr. Hansen makes a splendid case for Western Canada against those who seek to deter farm­ ers in the States from settling In Can- ada He says: "The district in which we live is a fair comparison to any other district in the country, made^np mostly of set­ tlers frem the States. The majority here consists of Americans from Min­ nesota, Iowa and the Dakotas, with a few Canadians and an odd English­ man. We have been here eleven years, ever since this part of the country was settled, and the majority have done well. If they have not, it is certainly not the fault of the country. "There has not been a crop failure In this district since settled. This year was the poorest, caused by lack of rain, although a fair estimate of wheat Is about twelve bushels per acre, average, and oats about ten. Some farmers got as much as twenty- five bushels of wheat per acre, and we all got good prices. "The laws of Canada are nearly th« same as those of Minnesota, and we enjoy the same privileges. "So far as the European war Is con­ cerned, we suffer to a certain extent as all the world does. Canada is giv­ ing a helping hand to her Mother Country, and we American-Canadians firmly believe it is Canada's duty to do so. I have not heard one Ameri­ can-Canadian who has expressed a dif­ ferent opinion. Canada Is not com­ pelled to send her Boldiers. The serr- Ice rendered Is all voluntary service. "The accusation that old settlers ar* considered undesirable citizens and are forced out of business, even in danger of being 'mobbed at their own fireside,' is all falBe, a mere fabrica­ tion in the mind of badly Informed correspondents. There are a few who have been discovered carrying letters, others papers and plans to prove them spies, and whose object li to conspire agalnBt the government. These have Justly been arrested. Such a class of people cannot be considered good citi­ zens, whether living In Canada or In the United States. "Some people are failures wherever they are, and as an excuse for failure in their country it may seem easy to put the blame on the Canadian people snd the Canadian government. Fact is, thousands of people from the United States are emigrating to Canada at the present time, which shows they are not afraid of the Canadian govern­ ment. "The government Is giving away, free of charge, provision through the winter to farmers in certain districts affected by the drought, and is also sending seed grain to those In need of help. This is very different from driving settlers away from their own homes. "I have always observed that the people who love their Mother Country most are those who make the best citi­ zens of their adopted country The glorious 'Stars and 8trlpes' will al­ ways stand for what is good and noble to us, though we live in a neighbor country where we also enjoy 'life, lib­ erty and the pursuit of happiness.' **-- Advertisement. One on the "Coco." The occupant of a seat on the train was disturbed by the struggles of an elderly man who tried to place a large bundle on the rack overhead. "That rack is only for light articles," protested the annoyed one. "Then why don't you put your head on It?" was the snappy retort.--Bos­ ton Evening Transcript. Many SchccI A: . 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He was ac­ companied by another whom he knows better than he will ever know father or mother--one of those companions of his own fancy, about whom he nev­ er tells you or anyone else. These people grow up like other people. The jtttle child has his fa­ miliar, and the young man has his "ideal," always a woman--not the one he marries, nor even the one he might have married, but one whom he never saw in the flesh; a veiled and in­ scrutable presence who never forsakes him. And when he grows old, and the wife he did marry grows old. she ^remains young, fairer than the lilies, sweeter than honey-dew upon the leaves of June.--Corra Harris, in Har­ per's Magazine. Dally Thought. Seise the minutes as the;' pass: the woof of life is thought; warm up the colors, let them glow by fire or fancy frnijght L-iv« to Rnm#> niirpnae. make thy lite a gift of use to thee--a joy, a good, a golden hope, a heavenly ar­ gosy.--S. T. Coleridge KNEW WEAKNESS OF MEN Or. 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Mistress (to new girl)--I hope you are not in the habit of kindling the fire with kerosene. Girl--Oh, no, mum. I always use paper to kindle with; it's only to hurry up the" lire after it's kindled that I pqur on kerosene. No War Tax an Homestead Land in Ci The report that a war tax la to b« placed am. Homestead lauds in Western Canada haviag been given considerable circulation In tfce Untied Stated, this Is to advise all enquirwa that no Huch tu-i has been placed, nor is the** any Intention to place a war tax of any uatai* on such lands. (Sifrned) W. D. Scott, Snpt. «( Immigration. Ottawa.Canada. March 15th. lMBt ilatthod better --Safe arriTal satisfaction gaaranUMHl. Only 10c i Catalog fr»e. CootlMotal liatcto- 43 N franklin Ht^ Chicago. Qb Improved Farms KbH1NT. NeUieruw-HeLd Baalty Co.. U £>urado Spring* fik W. N. U, CHICAGO, NO. 17-1915. 8eeking Tin Under tk« 8ea. 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L Donclu ihoM rnrrn mad* of th* best domMtle and imported iMtherd, on tho latest model*, caret ally constructed by the rnott expert last and pattern malwri la thia eoantry. Jio other mak« of equal price*, oau coinjiet* with W. L. DoujUs shoe* for atyl*, workmuubhip and quality. As comfortably ea»jr walking •hoes they ar* unsurpaMed. Tha §3 00, K.K M.M shoo* wiUkin mm Ivuti •jjiini am other makes costing: *4.00 to >5.00. The t4.SO,tfi.OOand (SJO Shoe* compare favorably with oth*r makes costing w.uv to S8.UO. there are many men and women wear •hoe*. Consult them snd they will tell Douglas shoe* ouuiot be excelled for CAUTION! Wbea buylu* W.L. ht» NAMEl [ in{ WJUDoagU Son that W, L, lie price. DOOIIM ritow AND PRlcS look for hU NAMEl ANO PR1C •tamped on the bottom. 8bo«s tbus stamped ar* always worth ihc price palil for them. For 31! years W L. DOUK1*S baa •uiracteea ibelr value and protected lhe»earer against tilth prices lor Inferior shoes tiy having his NAME AND I'HICB stamped on thebouoni betore they leave the factory. 1 )o not be persuaded lo take some other make claimed to be lost as good. You yyir *rv/l «r« mti n«d to the balk If your dealer cannot supply you, write fur llln*. trated Catalog showing hovr to order by mail. W. L. Douglas, SIO Spark St., Brockton. Mi ^NNNDNIIUIHWAN\HUANAKV\\\\̂ L||G I «3.50 \xvC\ BEWARE If yon could visit th* L. Douglas factory at Brockton, MM*., and »ee how carefully the Shoes are mad«, and th* hijh crade i*»th*ri <ued, jsm w o u l d t h e n stand why they look d fit better, hold tb«ir Khajpeaud i longer than o< makes for the pi W. L. OoMgfa* «ho*sar* sold tkrwi(h 00 store* (n th* tars* cities •noe • rnerem yon live 1