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BEGIN HERE TO-DAY. . James - Honeybun, son of. Samuel Hopeypun, Hho found blood in his rain gauge on the morning of the murder of Sir Poe Lathrop, visits Lathrop Grange and meets-- Adrian Klyne, private detective, n- ployed by Margaret Lathrop, dau of Sir Francis, and in Jove wi Sir Guy Lathrop, and Inspector Roake of Scotland Yard, who™ nh that Sir Guy is guilty of the murder. Roake inspects the grounds where Sir Francis was murdered. "You must have been out here at the time Sir Francis was being murdered," he accuses Sir Guy. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. CHAPTER VIL "I do not admit that." Guy showed fight at last. "He may very well have been kiiled while I was in the drawing room with the ladies. I was there for the best part of an hour, There is no evidence to chow when Uncle Fran- cis went out into the garden. But that is all beside the mark. I refuse to allow you to put me on my defence." "You'll be put on your defence all right," rejoined Roake rudely. -"Ser- vant, miss," he added with uncouth civility as Margaret swept impetuous- ly into the study. "Who is this man?" she demanded senging the tension in the air. "It isn't a man, dear," replied Sir Guy suavely. "It is a gentleman-- from New Scotland Yard." The sarcasm was too much for Roake. He lost his temper. "Now see here, you two," he bellow- ed. "You are in a serious position and the sooner you realize it the better. I am informed that you, Miss Lathrop, are going to marry Sir Guy. Was your father in favor of the union? I insist on a straight answer." "You shall have one," rejoined Mar- garet fearicasly, "My father was dead against it. The poor old dear was always jealous of his nephew, because he was his heir. 'It was a grief to him that he had no gon of his own to in- herit the property and the title. "Thank you," said Roake, recogniz- ing the ring of truth. He had got al- most enough evidence to justify an ar- rest. In fact, he would have taken Sir Guy into custody there and then but for his position. That was a pleasure to be postponed till he kad obtained a case which would not only be complete but would redound to his eredit as a painstaking and very thorough investigator. So instead of acting prematurely, he sug- gested that he should visit the spot whera the body was found, which was almost to a certainty the scene of the crime. "I will take you there," said Guy. "And I will come too," added-Mar- garet, They went out through one-of the French windows and walkéd across the lawn to the shrubbery bordering the encircling wall, Sir Guy pointed out the clump of bushes where the lifeless body of Sir Friffeis had lain. Roake eyes the spot without heed to the ancient, lichen-covered wall behind it. "After being attacked the deceased must have falién right into the bush- es," said Roake meditatively as he noted the broken twigs and crushed foliage. "I should imagine that your father was of cc iderable weight, Mies Lathrop?" "On the contrary he was of slen- der build and not particularly tall," was the girl's indignant reply. "We'll let it go at that." Roake's sneering concession exasperated his hearers. And then, with one of the quick changes on which he prided him- self he switched on to a new track. "What is your opinion of that yed stuff in the rain-gauges, Sir Guy?" he snapped out suddenly. "I think that there may be some connection," replied the suspect. "My own opinion as such is of no value, but I base it on the judgment of Mr. Adrian Klyne, He is rather taken, I believe, with the rain-gauge clue, espe- cially since our Rector here followed old Honeybun's lead." Roake glared, his eyes nearly pop- ping out of his head. "So Klyne is working for you," he Inspector Roake, him there," 'Sir Guy interposed. "The Inspector has got it in for me badly, end for me alone. I quite expect to seep in Muddington jail tonight." - Margaret, who had been an almost ' silent emditor of the 'three-cornered' wrangle, was gazing abstmactedly. at the wall near which they were group- the pext moment she orled out: "alge care, there is 'a iam ap there! I think he is waiting to. shoot | one. of us." They all foowed the direction or her gaze and saw on the coping of the agemellowed wall a creature who ab first glght might have been one of the larger apes, so hideous were his features. But as thely looked the features resolved themselves into hu- man semblance, and it was seen that he was handling a gun of same sort. The weapon was not aocsually at hie shoulder, but it was held at "the ready." (To be coutinued.) ellie spluttered when he got breath enough. "Klyne's a fool. That rain blood-- tiinard's Liniment for bruises. bri aE shoot one "Take care, there is a man up there. I think he is waiting to of us." bloody rain, or whatever you like to call it--is just a practical joke." "Dear me! What very unpoetical language," drawled a lazy voice from behind. "Is it permitted to ask which of you two gentlemen is Sir Guy Lathrop?" They wheeled around and eaw that they had been silently approached from the direction of the"house by a thick-set, bullet-headed young man who, to judge by the expression of his face, was not exactly paying a friend- ly call. There was distinct hostility in the twitching nostrils and clenched hands. X 'I am Sir Guy Lathrop," said the baronat. "What is more to the point is: Who the devil are you, sir, and how the privacy of my grounds?" The stranger advanced a step. "My name is James Honeybun," he said. "Soa of Mr. Samuel Honeybun, 1 told your butler that my business with you was urgent, and he suggest- 41 satisfies the desice for | fgets flee sae ony. | | 'ad that I should follow you across the , lawn, Which you had Jus. exogees." Jud. the nature of that business, sir 9" "It is rather a delicate matter," he declared. I inquire if this Eentigman," J ing at Roake, "is a "He is a' detective. ispector from Sectiand Yard," seid Sir Guy. "If you will away, Mr, Honey bun, 8 8 neck I shall be in- and Wring | ney ohiged Shall ithe doesn't A Pine Cabin. Did they know the cabin 'Would be a work of art, They who cut the timber From out the forest's heart? Did they think thelr labor Was just utility? Oh, the finished product Was beautiful to me! Walls of satin smoothness From fragrant yellow pines; Knots ae they had grown there-- Ingenious designs! Pine is most attractive . When mellowed just a bit. Truly I was thankful do you come to be intruding on me in| myey had not painted it! 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'Patterns sentiby |. .| fiftagn years ago returned on a visit In a gentle sleep under snow, under | FS | many times fave Xo you been whacked "3 at school to-day ' 'Tomm "Diino, is man that Thou are mindful of That is the thought that occurs to | anyone who is not so taken up with | the: trinkets of life that the immensi-| | id ties are lost sight of. : Unless we) adjust our thought, pro- |] Lperly to the true value of things, & book ot astronomy is depressing read: figures in which star-distances - computed, a menace to, sanity! Tennyson meant to say: "To think ot the nebulous mist of the Milky Way, revealed by" the telescope to consist, |] not of stardust, but of myriads, count-| J less and {llimitable, of flaming Suns, { beside which even our own mighty orb | of day is a mere'pigmy, helps to put big people who frighten us appear the pigmies they really are." It 1 have the poet's meaning aright, 1 am not in agreement with him. If the sight of countless suns depresses me, I am thinkly wrongly. You and I are not insignificant, The sight of stars on a clear night need not be de- pressing, even though-we are capable of pealizing that they represent but the avenue lamps leading to the pal ace of infinity. That very realization litte 'you' and me to a proud cminence. You pick up a pebble on the shore, one of billions of similar pebbles. Do you feel small and of no account in its presence? No, it's only a pebble! Multiply it by a sum running to fifty figures; what is it then? Just a pebble; a big one, but a pebble notwithstanding. Butuwe give it another'name, We call it a world. Similarly, the sun itself is but the handful ofsfuel burning in your grate multiplied until one can warm' one's hands at it though distant ninety mil lion miles. Mere bulk need not appal thessoul. One flash of thought 1s more than all the sun's rays. The poet was right who, after pointing out to the child the vastness of the werld on which she dwelt, said: -- You are more than the world, though you are such a dot, You can love an think, and the world cannot. ret pre Success in Canada. That Canada has wonderful advant- ages for the boys of Great Britain was demonstrated in a striking way at a meeting of the'Board of Guardians of, an English workbouse recently. There were twelvewboys to be disposed of and emigration was suggested. This was opposed by some of thedladysmem- bers on the ground:that dads would: have to endure greet hardships, ete. One of 'the members told of"an inci dent that came under his own obser: vation. A lad who had been sent out stylishly dressed and: showing every evidence of prosperity, When he call-| ed at the old home where -he had lived us all in our proper place, toumake the ing. Space becomes an gbsession; the | The Child. 80 small to start upon so long a trail-- Dusty feet scuffling beside the team, 'Watching a squirrel {flicker out of sight, y 'Waterbugs. skate superbly on the stream. The world will change bayond that furthest hill-- Will it be' level" when we reach the top? Perhaps there'll be a Tako. a swamp, 8 bear! Ae Perhaps there'll be a doe and fright- ful drop Into a valley with a waterfall, There goes a woodpecker--4 bluejay, see! : - " What's hiding there behind that hic- kory stump? : Young eyes awake to the shudder of each tree, Young feet already burned and cal | loused, 'sped Upon long miles of danger and delight, Young lips with but" one 'auestion-- what's ahead? --Gwendolen Haste. en ian ia. Minard's Liniment for toothache. ee - Village of 100 Employs, Doctor. Gove, &' village of twelve miles off the railroad in Gove County, Kansas, with a population of about 100, had difficulty in keeping a=physician in town because of the small remunera- tion h& redéived in' fees, the com: munity beng small andehealthy. But the people were determined to have a doctor. They'met and employed Dr. Earl V. Adams tobe the town physician. He gives healthful advice and prescribes for the people of the town and receives his monthly salary only through the contributions of the people of thet town, * TT Proved. Schoolmistress -- "Willie, give 'me three proofs that the world is ronfid."| oF Wilite-=Thé geography. book says! 80, ron say so, and father says 80." oe a Davis afterwards received a' don 'and became: a 'respectable Jand- owner, as all good pirates did if they could remain long enough unchanged, he probably removed the treasure him- self, and so provided for his old age. In 1818, or thereabouts, Benito ar- rived on'the:scene and.enjoyed a brief but suceessful career on the hunting- groutids of his forbears. True to tra- dition, he burled his loot, and as Cocos was his base he buried it there, includs ing "over £2,000,000 tn Jewellery and plate: that had been entrusted to. the terider 'care of "his mate, Captain Thompson, of the brig Mary Dear, by ithe 'notables' of Lima when that ty seemed in imminent danger of being * sacked, ' 'Shortly afterwards Benito and all his crew, with the exception. of Thomp- son, perished at sea.' Twentysix years Tater Piompech: lay dying in the house of a man named eating, and to him he bequeathed secret, with a chart of the island Showing all Benito's hoards; 'three' in number. Lis sald, 'actually laid his hands on'a hoard; but his crew mutinied "and tried to get it for themselves. They fajled to find the hiding-place, how- ever, and Keating gave the whole thing up in disgust. Rival Fortune-Hunters: Then the rumor of the treasure spread, and passing ships began to call there, simply for the;sake of rum- aging round. One naval captain put his whole crew of three hundred men on the island with Government powder for blasting purposes. After a week they had to give up, and the Sapte was severely reprimanded. A German settled there some thirty years ago to hunt in real earnest, and as far as is known he is still {ootluge It was then unanimously decided to _ let the twelve lads try their fortunes in Canada. as a child he provided a special treat] '| for the children, spending tea pounds. "ing. ] mpts |have been made to recover the lost hoards, but still the. \reasyre Temains And the difeulties in the way oti the treasure-hunters are wiways "increas. Every new expedition changes the face of the landscape with 'mite, so that by now even the best authenticated clue would be us : Indeed, 'short of 'the invention of * |infaliible' gold 'detettor 'it seems that the Cocos: treasure 'is' hidden' for all "time, Ee A Mother's-hove. ; Her," 'by Mer smile, "How "soon he 'stranger knows; 'How soon 'by 'Bs ithe glad dtscovery shows, : "| As to her lps she lites the Tovely. boy, What answering Tooks - of sympathy After that the Hunt was up. Keating = = promptly sailed for the 'island and, it