MtteKTmr McHENRY, ILL. •> --• Sr ' < f-#»- mtmm m mimmrn :s^Kir^ iSii^ L" vr" B I -* *" 1 .• * *" The Real Adventure D Heiry Kitchell Webiter <0»P7 right 1916, The BoMM-MarriU Oompaajr} CHAPTER XXII!.--Continued. --16-- There was something peculiarly hor rifying to htm in the exhibition Ran dolph was making, of himself. He'd D«ver in his life taken a drink ex- "j , t* " % esfct convlvlally, and then he took as Jr | Uttle as would pass muster. . Going off i * f , - v t\*v 'l": alone and deliberately fuddling one- p' % Beit, as a means of escaping unpleas- f- * aflt realities, struck him as an act of 2$ " 4 the basest cowardice. But for that f'-' picture of Rose he'd have gone long - mP •V.. r ago and left Randolph to his bemused *». i * reflections. Only . . . Rose had asked him to drop in on the doctor for >'• a visit. Did she mean she wanted him •K?} to try to help? . pfe -;k He tried, though not very success- J i- ' folly, to conceal his violent disrelish of f:: + the task, when he said: "Look here, i* Jim! What is the matter with you? iT> Are you sober enough to tell me?" I " Randolph put down his glass. **I •* have told you," he said. "Tm Eleanor's kept man. Welt kept, oh, yes! Beau tifully kept. I'm nothing but a pos session of hers! A trophy of sorts, an ornament Fm something she's made. I have a big practice. I'm the most fashionable doctor in Chicago. They come her^i <the women, in shoal?. That's Eleanor's doing, I'm a faker, a fraud. I pose for them. I play up. I give them what they want. And that's her doing. They go silly about me; fancy they're In love with me. "I haven't done a lick of honest work " In the last year. I can't work. {She •Ja, 2^ won't let me wcfk. She--^mothers'Bae. •"v Wherever I tura," there she is, smooth ie \ ing things out, trying to make it easy, | trying to anticipate my wants. I've- ' •'{ only one want. That's to be let alone. She can't do that. She's insatiable. There's always something more she's trying to get, and I'm always trying to keep something away from her, and failing." '•V t "And why? Do you want to know £ why. AW rich? That'»| the cream of the J!t ' ^ thing. Because we're in love with £ „„ <% 7 each other. She wants me to live on w J ^ •;' i her love. To have nothing else to live v. . ™ "if •' r?" < - on. , "Do you want to know what my no tion of heaven is? It would be to go off alone, with one suit of clothes In a handbag, oh, and fifty or a hundred dollars In my pocket--I wouldn't mind that; I don't want to be a tramp--^to some mining town, or-slum,' whete I , could start a general practice; where | the things I'd get would be accident ri cases, confinement cases: real things, urgent things, that night and day are ' all alike to. I'd like to start again and v be poor; get this stink of easy money out of my nostrils. I'd like to see If I ; could make good on my own. "I came back from New York, after that look at Rose, meaning to do it; eanlng to talk it out with Eleanor "sS'vS1' • i r, y '"if, J • V-,i i;-1 t o - - i" f; *.; /!' •- fc? * , mt ilf. PM. iiZ'i ^ g talked. Talk's cheap. But I didn't go. J" :, Til never go. Til go on getting softer p? n' and more of a fake; more dependent. &' V'f, And Eleanor will go on eating me up £ / on til the last thing In me that's me myself is gone. And then, some day, * Jl. 7 she'll look at me and see. that I'm noth- •' Ing." Then, with suddenly thickened speech - Can affectation, perhaps), be looked up Rodney and demanded: "What are you looking so a-solemn about? Can't you take a joke? Come '• along and have another drink." 4 "No," Rodney said, Tm going. And you'd better get to bed," Rodney walked home that night like • man dazed. The vividness of one blazing idea blinded him. The thing that Randolph had seen and lacked the courage to do; the thing Rodney de spised him for a coward for having foiled to So--that thing Rose had done. Without knowing It, yielding to a blind, unscrutinized instinct, he'd want ed Rose to live on his love. He'd trted to smooth things out for her, anticipate her wants. He'd wanted her soft, help less, dependent. She'd seen, even then, Something he'd been blind to--some thing he'd blinded himself to: that love, by itself, was not enough. That It could poison, as well as feed. But she had won, among the rest of tier spoils of victory, the thing she had ^originally set out to get. His friend ship and respect. Friendship, he re membered her saying, was a thing you had to earn. When you'd earned it* it couldn't be withheld from you. \Well, It was light she should be told that; made to understand it to the full. He couldn't ask her to come back to him. Bat she must know that her respect was as necessary now to him as she'd once said his was to her. He must see tier and tell her that. < He stopped abruptly In his walk. His * bones, as the Psalmist said, turned to ' water. How should he confront that •'% V ^ igaze of hers, which knew so much and 1^;*: understood so deeply--he ^'Ith the memory of his two last ignominious en- r:x I,, ' counters with her behind him? toward net carried out the tone of the letter she'd got from hitn *t& Chi cago. It was stiff, formal, severe, lie seldom praised her work, and never ungrudgingly. His censure was rare, too, to be sure, but this obviously was because Rose almost never gave him an excuse for it. Working for hiiu in this mood gave her the uneasy sensa tion one experiences wjien walking abroad under a sultry, Overcast sky. with mutterings and flashes In It* And then one night the .storm broke. They had lingered in the theater j after the dismissal of a rehearsal, to l^talk over a change in one of the num- j bers Rose had been working on. It re fused to CQjne out satisfactorily. Rose thought she saw a ^ay of doing it that would work better, and she hud been telling him about it. Eagerly, at first; and- with a limpid directness which, however, becatne i-loiided arid troubled when she felt he wasn't pai'ing atten-, tlon. It was a difficulty with 'him she had encountered before. But tonight, after an angry turn down the aisle and back, he suddehiy cried .out: "I don't know. I don't know what you!*e been talking about. I don't know, and I don't care." And- then * confronting her, their faces not a foot apart, for by now., she had got to: her feet, his hands gripped together and shaking, his teeth clenched, his eyes glowing there in the half-light of the auditorium almost like an ani mal's, he demanded : "Can 'you see what's the matter with me? Haven't you seen It yet?" Of course she saw It now, plainly enough. She sat down again, man aging an air of deliberation about it, and gripped the back of the orchestra chair in front of her. He remained standing over her there in the aisle. - When the heightening tension of the silence that followed this outburst bad grown absolutely unendurable, she spoke. But the only thing she could find to say was almost ludicrously in adequate. / "No/1 didn't see It until now. I'm sorry." "You didn't see ft," he echoed. "I know you didn't. You've never seen me at all, from the beginning, as any thing but a machine. Bpt why haven't you? You're a woman. If I ever saw a woman in my life, you're one all the way through. Why couldn't you see that I was a man? It isn't because I've got gray hair, nor because I'm fifty years oldli I ^on't believe you're like that But even back there in Chicago, the night we walked down the avenge from that store--or the night we had supper together after the show *» "I suppose I ought to have seen," she said dully. "Ought to have known that that was all there was' to it. But I didn't." "Well, you see It now," he said sav agely fairly, and strode away up the aisle and then back to her. He sat down in the seat in front of her and turned around. "I want to see your face," he said. "There's something I've got to know. Something you've got to tell me. You said once, bacfc |bere in Chicago, that there was only one person who really mattered to you. I want to know who that person is. What he is. Whether he's still the one person who really matters. If hej isn't, I'll take my chance." * I Remembering the scene afterward. Rose was a little surprised that she'd been able to answer him as she did, without a hesitation or a stammer, and with a straight gaze that held his un til she had finished. "The only person In the world," she said, "who ever has mattered to me, or ever will matter, Is my husband. I fell in love with him the day I met him. I was in love with him when I left him. I'm in love with him now. Every thing I do that's any good is just some thing he might be proud of if he knew it. And every failure Is Just something I hope I would make him understand and not despise me for. It's months since I've seen him, but there isn't a day, there Isn't an hour in a day, when I don't think about him and--wan^ r*fr.' life JV.I * ' s ^ m0fb CHAPTER XXIV. Friend*. . y. f Shccept for the vacuum where the ieore and heart of It all ought to |iave been, Rose's life in New York during the year that put her on the highroad bo success as a designer of costumes tot the theater was a goojHife; broad ening, stimulating, se^iofiing. It rest ed, to begin with, on a foundation of adequbto material comfort which the unwonted physical privations of the six months that preceded it madg^seem tyu^positive luxury. For several months after sh*» came to Mew York to work for Galbralth she found him a martinet. She never once caught that twinkling gleam of under standing in his eye which had meant so much to her during the rehearsals of "The Girl Up-Stalrs." His manner $ } . 'SS'bJv 3®&aisa# • V * -r • -.a ; || 'I've Only One Want. That's to Be Let Alone." him. I don't know whether I'll ever see him again, but if I don't, it won't make any difference with that. That's why I didn't see what I might have seen about you. It wasn't possible for me to see. I'd never have seen it if you hadn't told me in so many wdrds, like this. Do you see now?" He turned away from her wKb a nod, and put his hands up to his face. She waited a moment to see Vhfether he had anything else to say, for the habit of waiting for his dismissal was too sttong to be broken even for a situa tion like this. But finding that he hadn't, she got up and walked out of the theater.* There was an hour- after slu» had gained the haven apaffijfrent when she pretty Welr^venlL to pieces. So this was all, v*as jj,fth»$ she owed her illusory appearance of success to? The amorous selfishness of a man old enough to be her fatheflj Once more, she blissfully and ignorarrtily unsuspect- K't'. s love that had mad?jher world go round. The same 'attraction that James Randolph long ago h^d told heR about. All she'd-ac- cotnplished In that bitter year since she left RtWney had been to qjake* an other man fall In love with her! * It was natural, of course, that the relation between them, after that, should not prove quite,?so simple and manageable. There , were breathless <inys when the storm visibly hung in the sky; there were strained, stiff, self- conscious moments of rigidly enforced politeness. Things got said despite his resolute repression that had, a$ reso lutely, to be ignored. But in the inter- val», ofvthese failures there emerged a nVw .thing--genyine friendliness, cpartuWship. It was just after-Christmas thaf Abe Shuman took' her away from Galbraith and put her to work exclusively on costumes. And the swift sequence of Events within a month thereafter launched her In an Independent ^4si- riess: * the new partnership, with the details of which, through Jimmy Wal lace, you lure already sufflclenly ac quainted. Her partner was Alice Perosini. She was the daughter of a rich Italian Jew, a beautiful---really a wonderful-- person to look at, but a little unac countable, especially with the gorgeous clothes she wore, in the circle of wom en who "did things," &f which Rose had become a part. Rose took her time about deciding that she liked her, but ended by preferring her to all the I'est But the fact that they had become partners served, somehow, to divert a relation between them which might otherwise have developed intV a first? class friendship. Not that they quar reled, or even- disappointed each other in the close contacts of the day's work. But at the end of the day's work they tended to fly apart rather than to stiel{. together.- More and mote Rose turned to Galbraith for a friendship thatjreal- ly understood; grlppedMeej^ " J • There were long stretches of days, of course, when they saw nothing of each other, and Rose, as long as she had plenty to do, was never conscious of missing him. But the prospect of. an emfffy Siihday morning, for ih« stance, was always enormously fright ened if he called up to say that it was empty for him, too, and shouldn't they go for a walk or a ferry-ride some- where,'. • All told, she, learned 'more about men, as»such, from him than ever sbe had learned, consciously at least, from Rodney. .She'd never been able to re gard her husband as a specimen. He was Rodney, sui generis, and it had never occurred to her either to general*, ize from him to other men or to Ex plain anything about him on the mere ground of his masculinity. She began doing that now a little, and the exer cise opened her eyes. i In a good man} ways Galbraith and her husband were a good deal alike. Both were rough, direct, a Iijttle re morseless, apd there was In both of them; right alongside the best, and finest and clearest-things they had, an unaccountable vein of childishness. She'd never been willing to call It by that name in Rodney. But when she saw it in GSlbraith too, she wondered. Was that just the man of^it? Did a man, as long as he lived, neeH^some body in the role of--mother? The thought all but suffocated her. One Saturday morulng, toward the end of May, Galbraith called up «nd wanted to know If she wouldn't come over to his Long Island farm the fol lowing morning and spend the <\ay. She had visited the place two or thrfee times, and had always enjoyed It im mensely there. It wasn't much of a farm, but there was a delightful old Revolutionary farmhouse on It, with ceilings seven feet high, and casement windows, and the floors of all the rooms on different levels; and Galbraith, there, was always quite at his best. His sister and her husband, whom he had brought over from England when he bought the place, ran it for him. Rose accepted eagerly. Galbraith met her with a dogcart Ud a fat pony, and when they had jogged their way to their destination, they spent what was left of the morn ing looking over the farm. Th^n there was a midday farm dinner, which Rose astonished herself by dealing with as it deserved, and by feeling sleepy at the conclusion of. Coming into the veranda about four o'clock, and finding her, Galbraith sug gested that they go for a walk. Two hours later, having swung her legs over a stone wall which had a comfortably ihviting flat top, she remained sitting there and let her gaze^ rest, unfocused, on the pleasant farm land below them. After a glance at her he leaned back, against the wail 1 at her side and be gan filling his pipe. She dropped her hand on his nearer shoulder. After all these months of friendship it was the first approach to a caress that had passed between them. "You're a good friend," she said; and then the hand that had rested on him so lightly sud denly gripped hard* "And I guess I need one." He went on Ailing his pipe. "Any thing special you need one for?" he aSked. She gave a ragged Uttle laugh. "I guess not. Just somebody stronfc and steady to hold on to like this." ^""Well," he said, very deliberately, you want to realize this: ^tou say I'm a friend, and I am, but if there is anything in this friendship which can be of use to you, you're entitled to everything there Is In It. Because you made It," "One person can't make a friend ship," she said. "But you are c6nteilt with it, aren't you? ^ike this?" He smoked in sllente for a minute; then: "Why,^conteht' is hardly the word for it. When I think what It was J wanted and what you've give% me instead--something I wouldn't trade for all the love in the world." "I'd, like to believe It pas a better thing, can' "Neither could I when I was--how old are you ?--twenty-four. Perhaps When you're fifty-one you can." "I suppose so," she said absently. "Perhaps if it were a question of choosing between a love that hadn't any friendship in it and a friendship . . . But it can't be like that! Can it? Caii't one have both? Can't a man --'love a woman and be her friend and partner all at the same time?" - .. -V 3$ _ '^'can^ils^ he reflect a notion that wine out -$tr If you couftl get dowi) 0 fl»il^tu«l vhedrock ."actS abput tbem. wcmld oWn up that If they were lii love with a woman-- really, you know---tMeyv wouldn't want her for a partnef, . aud wouldn't be ,able to see her as a friend. ThAt's just a guess, of ccifurse. Bat . {here's one thing I know,. fen^I {ftaf Is that I couldn't." •' v She gave a little <shlver/**Oh, what a mess It is!" she sal<|. ""What a per fectly hopeless blunder it Ijeil,"- She slUl down .from the walk" 'Come*, let4* walk." ... . He fell In beside her, and thej tramped sturdily along £or a, while In silence. At last he said that I I'd call steel can't bend in your finger* like copper, and sttll go on being a spring. You see, a man wants his work, and then he wants something that's alto gether apart from his^ work. Love's about as far away as anything he can gfet. So that the notion of our work ing ourselves half? to death over the same job, and thea going home to gether--*! . - "Yes/- she admitted. "I can see that But that doesn't co^er friendship." He owned that it didn't. "But when rm in love with a woman--this Isn't a fact Fm proud of, but tfcs ti*ue--I'm iptfU Hiuruiix aiuuj5• fw u wiiuc iu ice. At last he said: "I^on't know I can\exjdain It, but I don't think, all It ^blunder tha^ strip of spring after that, and then 4£t» «1sp voice of aa operator somewhere--"Wafting?" "Yes," she heard Rodney say, "pit off the line." And then to her; *1 came to see you tills afternoon, and again tonight." • V ' "Yes, I know," She said. "I just this minute got In. Can't you come back again now?" How in the world, she wondered, could she manage her voice like that! From the way it »ounded she might have been speaking to Alice Perosini ; and yet her shak ing hand could hardly hold the re ceiver. She heard him say: "It's pretty late, isn't it? I don't want to . . . You'll , be tired and . . .,rv "It's not too late for me," She said, "only you might come before It tfets any later.*' She managed to Walt until she heard him say "All right" before she hung up the receiver. Then a big, racking sob, not to be dented any longer, pouutited upon her i'and shook her.1 CHAPTER XXV. Couleurr-4e-Rort. k V I "You're a Good .Frierfd," She Said. jealou^rpf her, I want to b£ everything to her. I want her to. thl^k nobody else could be right'and I be wrong. And I jant to be able* to think the same of er." He thought it 'over a bit longer, and then went on: "No, I've been In love with women I thought were lying to me, cheating me; women I've hated; women I've known hated me." But I've never bee%Jn love with a woman who was my friend." Hcf'had been tramp ing along, communing with his pipe, thinking aloujjL If he'd been watching Rose's face he wouldn't hav# gone, so tar. • " "Well, If It's nike that--" she said, and the-quality of her voice drew his full attention instantly--Mif love has to be like that, then the game doesn't seem worth going on with. You can't live with it, and you can't Jive--with out It." Her voice 'dropped a little, but gained la* intensity. "At^east I can't. I don't believe I can." She stopped, and faced him. "V^tiat can one do?" she demanded. She turned away with a despairing gesture and stood gazing out. tear-blinded, over the little valley the hilltop they had reached com manded. ' "Yoja want to remember this," he said at last. 'Tve been talking about myself. I might have been different if my first love affair had been an al together different thing. And I'm not, thank God, a fair sample." "My love affair brought me a home and--kids," she said. "There are two of them--twins--a year and a half old now; and I went off and left them; left him. I thought that by earning my own way, building a life that he didn't-- surround, as you say, I.could win his friendship. And have his love be sides. I don't suppose you would have believed there could be such a fool in the world as I was to do that." He took a while digesting this truly amazing statement of hers.. .But at last he said: "No, I wouldn't call you a fool. T call a fool a person who thinks he can get, something for noth ing. You didii't think that. Ybu were willing to pay--a heavy price it must have .been, too--for what you wanted. And I've an Idea, you know that you never really pay ..without getting some thing." «* , "I don't lAo#," She said raggedly. "Perhaps . ^ J There was a seven-thirty train to town, and they ^finished their walk at the station. She got back to her apart ment about nine. Two corners of white projected from under her door, a visiting card antf5 a folded bit of paper. It was Rodney's card, and on it he'd written: "Sorry to h»v^ missed you. I'll come ba^k at eight." Her shaking fingers fumbled piti fully over the folds of the note, but she got It open at last. It /was from him, too. It read: * Daar Rose: %hls is hard luck. | sup pose you're off fojr a week-end some where. I want: very- much to. see you. W(hen you come -back and have leisure for me will nou call up? I know how busy yo>ji are. so I'll «$dt until I hear from you. RODNEX. I» : When the telephone girl switched her to the information deik/^ind the ig,"" she satt^ "but Tin ^frald I Information clerk said. "Mr. Rodney t." ^-^- AJdrWi? Just a moment," and then: " " . - - "Mr. Aldrich is in fiftefenlaaught five," the dry contraction In her throat made it Impossible for her to speak. She couldn't answer his-first "Hello," and he said it again, sharply," "liello, what is it?" < " , And then suddenly her voice came back. A voice thac startled her with its distinctness. "Hello, Rodney," she said, "this Is Rose." * * ! There was a perfectly blank silence ">! W#/ V • W"" • .V • • Iti^ts altogetlffr fortunat^ fdr' RoSe that she had attempted n» jMrenara- tion, because the situation she found herself In when she'd opened the door for her husband, shaken hands with him, led him into her sitting room and asked him to sit dewn, was one which the wildest cast of her Imagination would never have suggested as a pos sible one for her and Rodney. - It was his manner, she felt sure, that had created It; his rather formal attitude; the way he held his hat. It was the slightly anxious, very deter mined attitude of an estimable and rather shy young man making his first call on a young lady upon whom he Is desperately desirous of making a fa vorable impression. And he was Rodney, and she was Rose. It was like an absurd dream. "Won't you smoke?" she asked sud denly, afid hurried on when he hesi tated. "I don't do it myself, but most of my friends do, and I keep the things." From a drawer in her writing desk she produced a tin box of ciga rettes. "They're y<jur kind--unless you've changed," she commented, and went over to the mantel-shelf for an ash tray and a match safe. The match safe was empty and she left the room to get a fresh supply from her kitchen. On the Inner face of her front door was a big mirror, and in it, as she came back through the unlighted pas sage, she saw her husband. He was sitting just as she'd left him, and as his face was partly turned away from her, It could not have been from the expression of it that she got her revela tion. But she stopped there in the dark and c&ught her breath and leaned back against the wall and squeezed the tears out of her eyes. He stayed that first evening a little less than an hour, and when he got up to go she made no effort to detain him. The thing had been, as its un broken surface could satisfy, a highly successful first call. Before she let him go, though, she asked him how long he was going to be in New York, and on getting a very Indeterminate answer which offered a minimum of "two or three days" and"a maximum that could not even be guessed at, she said: "I hope you're not going to be too dreadfully busy for us to see a lot of each other. I wish we might manage it once every day." That shook him; for a moment, she thought the lightning was going to strike, and stood very still holding her breath, waiting for It. But he steadied himself, said he could certainly manage that if she could, and, as the elevator came up In response to her ring, said that he would call her up In the morning at her office. As she cuddled her cheek into the pil low that night, Rose smiled her old, wide smile. She was the happiest per son In the world. That manner of Rodney's lasted--rg- curred, at least, whenever Rose and he were together--almost unaltered, for two whole days. There was a Visit his to her workshop, where he lis tened Intently to her explanations of her tools and her working methods. There was a luncheon, at which, un- winclng, he made her tell him the whole story of her success; and a dinner and theater, after which he brought her home In a taxi, and, hav ing told the cBteuffeur to Walt, formal ly escorted her to the elevator. But with the last of the next ^day's light, the ice broke up and the floods came. She had taken him to a studio tea In the upper sixties just off West End avenue, the proprietors of the studio being a tousled, bearded, blond * an archist of a painter and his exceed ingly pretty, smart, frivolous-looking wife. The two men had Instinctively drawn controversial swords almost at sight of each other, and for the hour and a half that they were together the com bat raged mightily, to the unmixed satisfaction of both participants. The feelings qf the bystanders were per haps more diverse, but Rose, at least, enjoyed herself thoroughly, over seeing her husband's big, formidable, finely poised mind in action §galn. The talk, of course, ranged everywhere: social ism, feminism, law and its crimes, art, and the social mind. It was half-past six or thereabouts when they left the studio, and the late May afternoon was at Its loveliest. "I want to walk," said Rose, "after that tea, If I'm ever to want any dinner." He nodded a little absently, she thought, and feH in step beside her. There was no mention at any time of their destination. (TO BE CONTINUED.) , Art of Hanaro Pictures. -Pictures should have a strong bass below, a large centerpiece above, and a higher point above this, thereby meeting architectural demands. A sofa against the wall, or a bookcase, or a large table may form the base, with an Important 'picture as the center piece, either iBquare or obiong. At all events the base should be wider than -the structure above, and there should be a Jaigher point of apex. The best of one's pictures should be placed over 'the fireplace. ' ; - . " 4 -' ^ ' ttrangi^.r. .... aij-. . Isn't It queer? The head of the fam ily Kas to foot the bills. mm -'sj- Wi" 'f YV c-i.'/V " r \ ^ ' . * , IK Interesting Tidings From City, ~ Town and Countryside. . \ CYCLONE SWEEPS COUNTRY One Peraon killed and Many Hurt In . Violent Storm Near Danville-- Danville. -- One person was killed and a dozen or more injured, one probably fatally, by a wind and rain storm of cyclonic proportions that swept northward from Fairmount and Homer to St. Joseph and Ogden, level ing farm buildings and crops and do ing much damage from hail. Near Fairmount, a shed at the heme of Frank Pitchard, a farmer, was blown down, killing his three-year-old daugh ter, who was playing In it. In Fair- mount many trees and several build ings were blown down. An Illinois Traction system car was blown from the track near Ogden and Conductor Alva Huff and six of the seven pas sengers were injured, none dangerous ly. Between Homer Park and Ogden, the fajrm home of H. L. Murrell was demolished and his wife and two chil dren severely injured. Mrs. Murrell may die. Chicago.--Judge Jesse A. Baldwin has set aside the verdict of the jury, declared the will of the late Robert Lyman, cattle broker void and gave the $4,125,000 estate to his son, Robert Lyman, Jr. Peoria.--Sherman Slater of Blue Is land, engineer of the Rock Island road probably fatally injured in wreck here. Chanute Field, Rantoul.--The stu dents here have begun Intensive train ing for United States airplane service. Flora.--A. M. Augustine, secretary of the state Historical society, has an nounced that the annual meeting of the society will be held here August 7. Farmington. -- Arthur Eschelman, twenty, died at the hospital after los ing both his legs trr mine accident. Chicago.--There Is no justifiable cause for the present high prices of anthracite and soft coal In Illinois, says Robert D. Chllds, who Is In charge of the investigation of coal prices fqr the state council pf defense. Peoria.--Israel McMullen, butcher, killed Fred Burk In battle over some fishing nets at Seven-Mile island. East St. Louis.--Sergeant Comman der Meehan, Patrolman James O'Brien and Chauffeur Albert H. Wilson of the East St. Louis police force were or dered arrested on charge of murder in the recent race riots. Illiopolis. -- William P. Roberts, eighty-six, pioneer settler, died at hla home here. ** Quincy.--A new company of Illinois militia was mustered in here as Com pany E, Tenth Infantry. Quincy Is now the home of Company F, Fifth in fantry; machine gun company, Fifth infantry, a company of naval reserves, a torpedo destroyer, and the new com pany. Springfield.--Mrs. Alice J. Davis is "doing her bit" for her country, hav ing consented to her three sons enlist ing in the army. Staunton.^--A den of thieves has been unearthed here consisting of small boys who stole bicycles, etc., junked them and sold same to the lo cal Junk dealer. Havana.--The road and bridge oom- mlttees of Mason and Logan counties will build two new iron bridges near Sugar Creek. Springfield.--John Werner, for six years check weigh master at the Mon tour mine near here, is accused of curs ing the American flag and the Red Cross. Havana.--Albert Brunlng has been elected chairman of the Manlto branch of county Red Cross. Freeport.--Rev. Frederick D. Butler, pastor of Grace Episcopal church here, has resigned to accept the pulpit of St. Paul church, Alton. Chicago.--A bomb Is said to have been found under the post office here. Chicago.--One hundred and nineteen stockholders In the defunetJLorlmer LaSalle Street bank have beejp^dered by the court to repay to the ^anfc 100 cents on each dollar of stock they hold. Monticello.--A lioness which escaped from a show several weeks ago is ter rorizing the country hereabouts and a posse of armed men Is trying to round the beast up. « Bloomington.--Francis M. Wright since 1905 judge of eastern Illinois dis trict of the federal court, is dead, aged seventy-three. It Glrard.--Mr. and Mrs. W. H. Hart.j^ surrounded by their children, grand children and great-grandchildren, cele brated their gulden wedding here. Divernon.--One hundred new houses are being built for the increasing num ber of new miners employed here. Auburn.--Mrs. Sarah D. Hurley, forty-six, dfcank fatal dose of carbolic acid. . Vlrden.--Fapily row culminated In the fatal shooting of Charles Mitchell by his father-in-law, John "Peg Leg" Allen.*- . Springfield.--Daniel Donahue, con victed of conspiracy to Injure reputa tion of Clarence S. Funk, one of the witnesses In the Lorlmer case, has ap pealed to the supreme court for a re hearing of the case. Peoria.--Charles Williams arrested charged with killing his wife at Quincy. Peoria.--Father Eusebius Wagner, 0. F. M., aged forty-three, died sud denly of heart disease. Springfield.--Governor Lowden and family are spending a two weeks'..vaca tion in the^Thousand Island region. 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Provoked to an Impatience that wii*. little less than monumental because t»f the ceaseless reports of unimportant news of the enemy's doings, an Eng lish army officer recently could restrain himself no longer. "The enemy Is con tinuing to fortify the coast, sir," said the subaltern. "I don't care If thay flftyfy It," roared the officer; "ltfO make no difference."--The Argonaut. P«rtlnent Reply. "Why did ydu always make me the goat?" "Why will you always butt In?** Every mother knows that all the bad. children" In the neighborhood belong to the neighbors. Better the end qf a feast than tfe* beginning of a fray. VfookWhMt arid skillfully blended and processed Grape-Nuts a most delicious food in flavor as well as a great body, brain and nerve builder. Ihnnhalnm" ,'~V • s, vsr. - -