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mgmmgmmfFWw'p Ki ".'tf'-v' K • w?- « 1 :-.j[.:^-» - , ~^Sfc«-if..>i r.'w »•«»•*•?: - ^ '* r^4 THIS McHENRT ILIrf. / -A:.?.'• i -•* rth > h: ^CHATTER XIV it -10- • Hfrdrickt and P«t«r..^-^,-: .- closed the guest-room door behind her with a careful hand, for almost Immediately after his recognition of her, her patient had dropped Into a profound Bleep. She knew him, too new, and chuckled to herself at the extraordinary turn* her life took. 6he faced on the threshold, a transftguerd Fanny. The gentle creature's eyes blazed; her lips were dead white. "Ann," she demanded, "when did-you kin that man--and yon engaged to Hendricks?" "It is* all over between Hendricks and me, Fanny. I have written to tell him so." "Oh," cried Funny, Indignation engulfing every other sensation. "You have Jilted him!--Jilted Hendricks while he is at the front 1" Ann nodded soberly. "Yis," she paid, "and a good thing for him, too. I would have made him miserable, if we had married. . . I am everything he doesn't approve of. You know that, Fanny 1 Kven If 1 had gone on pretending all my life, he wouldn't have been satisfied. Hendricks should marry some one entirely different from me--some one softer, gentler--some one who wouldn't shock him--or demand things he hasn't of him--some one very yielding and sweet--some one like--like you, Fanny!" Suddenly she took in the other's tremulous confusion: her eyes widened as they dwelt on the other gllTs crimsoning face. "Fanny Cortlandt," she cried, "you are In love with him yourself!" Fanny's little hands crept up over her telltale cheeks. All her pitiful defenses were stormed. "L couldn't help it, Ann," she murmured miserably. Ann looked at her In wonder; an unwilling admiration for her friend's Steadfastness was borne In upon tier. "In love like that," she marveled, "and with Hendricks!" 1 Fanny flared at once. "Yon mustn't gpeak of him In that way ! He Is too good for you! It's he who should have Jilted you, Ann Byrne!" Ann nodded humbly. "I wish he had," she said, and signed. "It would have been so much simpler." * "Do you love any one else?" Quite unbidden Ann's mind leaped to Avezzana; for an instant she had a clear vision of his slim figure, and his disquieting gaze. "I don't know," •he said, confused. Fanny Jerked her head, toward the door. "That private? That man In there?" Ann laughed. "Pet^p" "Is that bis name?*? . .... ' "It Is all I know of his name. I wed to go to school with him In Milton Center, but I haven't seen him since." She disposed of him thus lightly. \ /. "He saved your life," Fanny interpoied sternly. "I know. He was awfully brave. But almost all men are brave, Fanny. War makes you realize that." Fanny nodded; it was impossible for her to remain disapproving. Her •hlnlng eyes betrayed her sudden Joyousness, and Ann laughed as she flung her long arms about her and kissed her. They each drew back from this unaccustomed caress, embarrassed, all , at. once, by the complete frankness of , their understanding. Suddenly a bell pealed through the house and Ann ran to lean over the •talr rail. '1 think Joseph Is afraid to go," she called back to Fanny. The bell rang again, a quick impatient Jangle, and she gathered her floating aklrts about her. "See if It waked him," she said, nodding over her shoulder at the wounded man's room, and ;t|» Fanny started to obey her, she' jfetn down to open the door. ' She could see, outlined against the <£jjouded glass pane, a shape that was •omehow familiar. There was something about It that made her vaguely «neasy--perhaps It was the set of the military cap which disturbed her--but tfie was in no way prepared for the •revelation she had when she opened the door. "Hendricks!" she gasped, tfinging weakly to the big silver knob. And Hendricks It was, big, impressive, 4nd quite evidently Indignant. *'"Well, Ann?" he boomed at her, "' Startled at her sudden appearance. "I • #onder that you can look me in the jace." : " "Hendricks--here -In New York! v , -Come in; we shall all be so glad to * "#ee you!" She was talking nervous- • , ly, and pulling him toward the library. : i|lhe wanted to settle with him before ^anny knew that he was there, for ' -ahe guessed that a scene was inevitable. \ "You've had my noteA she said. "Yes! That's why I'm1* here, taking \ a leave at a time like this!" he #tormed. "A/in!" he looked at her, Shrinking, guilty and sorrj^ and his < ~V*4frrath melted. "Say, you didn't mean '/It, Ann," he pleaded. ' "I wish I could, Hendrickk! Oh, my dear, I wish I could, but I am through with pretending! I don't love 1 you, Hendricks^ I wish I did, but I ' don't. I hate myself, but that doesn't make me love you." Suddenly all Hendricks' stalwart masculine lmpresslveness broke up before the girl's startled naze. He looked at her with eyes which were fuite obviously filling with tears, and as he swung sharply away, .a great fob • ' 2;^ horrified her. Site clenched her hands ^ tight to keep from comforting him. % as he stood with hla head down on his '% arm, at the empt^ fireplace. "I am ^ sorry," she kept repeating futlleiy. "I'm 5 so sorry." It seemea a long time before he I ; straightened, and faced her with more dignity than he had ever shown her. o BjjtjAtfET Kington Square St#?*': ••• A. FAIRBAlvftC Cepyright by The Bobbo-Merrili Cflk r*'- '%:~ 2. ran to him, and clasped both her hands about his arm. "Don't talk like that!" she cried. "Don't." Hendricks looked down steadily at her lifted face. "I can't help kissing you if you do that," he said. Swiftly she released her hold, flung bet arms about his neck, and drew his lace down to hers. She kissed him, with tender lips. "That's for goodby," she whispered, and he whispered in return, "You never were so sweet." It was terrible: it was beyond her worst dreams of parting. She struggled to hold fast to her resolve; she recalled, wildly, a gaze as desperate and more darkly compelling; she remembered Fanny. . . 7 Fanny! "Hen drickp," she said eagerly, "listen to me. There is something 1 must tell you." "Don't tell me that you love some one-else l" He put up his arm as if to fend off a blow. "No. Some one else loves you," "Some one loves me? What of it?" "This--she adores you! She has always loved you, Hendricks! If I had never stumbled Into your life you would have married her, I know. She is so sweet, so pretty! I don't see how you could ever have looked »t me, when she was here." She cast about her for a compelling reason to bring interest to Hendrick's dull eyes. "She ltiives you so much," she ended flatly. "Who does?" be .asked Impatiently. , "Fanny." "Fanny! Nonsense! Fanny! Yon must be mistaken, Ann. . . . Poor little Fanny! She has' alwaya been fond of me, I know--but, love? Well, well--Fanny!" Ann ached to be away from this atmosphere of desperate renunciation. Think It over, Hendricks," she said jcrisply, and, taking advantage of his bewilderment, she slipped into the hall ind closed the door behind her with a heartening sensation of relief. "That's done," she said clearly. She steed for a moment, listening, and then she turned to the- stairs and her forgotten -patient. She found Fanny seated by the bed, endeavoring to make trivial conversa tion with the raw-boned stranger, and e fi There was s- JIM 10 "What am I going to do with my lifer he demanded. He blew his nose with a desperation that was somehow not at all ludicrous. r "Wonderful things, Hendricks!" ~~; She had a flashing memory of him at » i Gettysburg. "Brave things!" si.C Hendricks, too, hud a vision of battle, and the seeking--questing] slaughter. "Thank God I have to go back," he said gloomily. .IBM* was 111 much for Am. Don't Love You, Hendricks. 1 Wish I Did, but I Don't." obviously glad to see her. 4R spite of all her kindness Fanny could never carry off a conversation with no foundations. "W^o was It?" she asked. Ann hesitated for an Instant. "It Is some one to see yon. "To see me? A caller, and the city In this state? Who Is it, Ann?' "I don't know. You bad better go down." The girl rose, somewhat flustered. She looked down at her spreading pink- Checked skirts. "Am I all right?" she demanded. % "Yes. ....... . Walt a moment." Ann tucked in a stray lock of Fanny's smooth hair. "You look sweet," she murmured. Her friend flushed brilliantly. "Don't be silly," she reproved ber, with abashed eyes, as she stole away. Ann, listening, could hear the light tap tap of her heels as she hurried down the ball. - : Peter iqy looking at her with eager eyes. Meeting them, she dragged herself back from the engrossing jolu tlon of her personal problem, and went to sit beside him. . . . He was good-looking, in spite of his rough beard, she decided, as his stern face softened in a welcoming 'smile, ' "Annie," :. he murmured. "Well, well!" "How strange that It should have been you who saved me, Peter." "Strange? I don't know; I have always thought about you ijMot, anyway. I was coming over he|fe to take a look at the house where yta lived, when you--happened along." "Are you badly hurt? I can't send the servants for a doctor with the streets in this condition, but Til go myself, If you need one." Peter's chin, already noticeable, squared Itself aggressively above his sheets. "You keep off the streets," be said definitely. "I'm all right! I haven't got my strength back, that's all, and somebody kicked my bad leg." "I'm sorry. It was all my fault. You must stay here until you are well | again. How long a leave have you?" Indefinite. I can't go back. They say I'll always llmpr if I walk much." "What a pity." "Yes, I'd like to* see the fighting through, of course.".. "You need a good rest. Just, out of hospital." Peter nodded. "I've never loafed In my life, but now I'm planning to go to Milton Center to stay with my sister until I'm fit to work again. . , . It's four years since t*T» bees rfcack there." 1 f • '"Where do you llveT" ' , . iiy. "CbicajBfc. -T:wtt running a shop out there when the war began. Got It paid for, too--and was Just beginning to make a little money of my own, . . . Kind of hard luck. . . . But I can pick up my business when I go back. I've managed t© keep the rent up oui of ray army pay." "What does one do in a machine Shop, Peter?" Peter laughed. "A ilttlrf of everything. Mending things, mostly. I used to do that before I left Milton Center. I worked for a while In the blacksmith shop ther^ and I kept that sewingmachine you sent Mrs. Allen the first Christmas after you went, in order. I suppose if I fixed it once I tixed It a hundred times," he added reflectively. X "That's a funny business--mending." "Well, I make things, too--Invent 'em." • "You had better talk to uncle about that. Sometimes he buys Inventions." "He won't buy mine! I'm goitf to have the fun of developing my own Ideas. I'd be further along now, except I've had responsibilities. My mother was sick for years, an' then my sister's husband turned out wrong, an* I've had her and her little girl, but he was killed at Missionary Ridge, an' left her with life insurance--not much, but enough. My mother died last year, and I'm free for the first- time in my life, free, and In a growing town." It sounds exciting. If I had stayed In Milton Center I should have been sorry I wasn't a man, sb that I might have worked with you." If you had stayed In Milton Center I should probably be sorry yon weren't a man, too. I've got no time to fall in love." • Ann laughed, but she flushed under this back-handed compliment. You have never been back?" .Peter asked. T N v; "To Milton Center? No." "Kind of mean of you." Anfr'tfWfjred at him questionlngly. "Mrs. Allen thought a sight of you and your mother." . "I suppose she did." "Of course everybody knowv that you, or your rich relations, Bern her money every month, but she'd have enjoyed a sight of you before she died, She used to talk about you sometljnes to me^ I liked to hear about -the way you Uved< Thjsjrnnn Cortlandt is the kind of man I'm going to be, some day." • Ann laughed involuntarily. "Like Uncle Hendricks?" she cried Incredu lously. ,, r A dull red burned on Peter's hollow cheeks. "You wait and see," was all he said. Peter remained almost a month in the Washington square house, as Mrs. Cortlandt refused to let him go until he wps entirely recovered. She made a great fuss over him, professing that he had saved, not merely Ann, but also her own Fanny, and, Incidentally, the entire Cortlandt house and possessions, from the violence of the mob. She had his leg attended to by the heat doctor in New York, and she fed him up with dainties until his lean cheeks took on a softer outline. She sat for hours by his bedside, talking condescendingly to him about things of which he knew nothing, and at dinner she would say to the two girls, "The most amazing thing about the war Is the way It makes people democratic!" She was, nevertheless. Inclined to keep rather a rigid chaperonage over Fanny's and Ann's interviews with the invalid. "You never can tell." she said wisely to them, "with people like that." For the first few days Peter was In the house, Ann slept most of the time. Gettysburg left her exhausted; all she wanted to do was to He. placid, happy and -utterly relaxed, between her* cool linen sheets. When she was about again, the riots were a thing of the past, and Hendricks had returned to his regiment. Her life was suddenly drained df excitement. The family doctor, who had advised a week hi bed, now insisted on a vacation from her work In the hospitals, and for once Ann was willing to obey. She had literally nofhlng to do; ^nd was glad of It, as she felt strangely languid and foolishly content. She liked to talk to Peter; she had an extraordinary sense of kinship with him. Perhaps It was because of their bond of early association--no one else knew the-surroundings from which she had sprung --or possibly it was a deeper thing than that, a mutual recognition of fundamental qualities In each other. She found that she was able to talk to him of her work In the hospitals, and of all that ghastly week at Gettysburg, with a freedom she had before known only when with her guardian. In return he told her all about the war from a private soldier's viewpoint vastly different war, Ann found, tftan It was when seen through the eyes of an officer. ... They talked of her mother, too. It seemed that Peter retained the' clearest memory of her sweet perfection; that she had been a sort of fairy princess to him. In his little boyhood. The day we heard her boat had sunk," he told Ann, "t hid up In the hayloft, and cried. ". . . It's the iasr time I ever did such a thin#" UI wish I had known that, down here In New York. It would have, helped a lot." * It's a good thing yen left Milton Center," Peter assured her. "There's nothing there for any one with a scrap of ambition. It Isn't big enough. I'm glad I got out when I did; I was getting on all right, but, you see, there Was a limit to It. ... In the beginning, out there, I had a pretty hard time to get on my feet, but I was never sorry I went, even when I was hungry. A man has a chance in Chicago: I'll be a big man before I get through out there.' You'll Aee." He thrust his head forward. There was an eager, seeking look in his eyes ^ he might have been a poet balling an Inspiration, and, so stimulated, he was suddenly glorified. Ann realized, all at ******* * thinking him a plain man beauty In the lift of his head, and la the wistful lines of his Jaw. He recalled vividly the little boy she had known; he brought hes< childhood before her, and It became momentarily vital part of her life. She smiled tremulously Into his lit eyes, and he started violently. Lost in his dream, he had forgotten all about her.. You care very much, dont you?" she asked gently. He laughed, with sudden harshness. Care? That's a soft word. I'm ambitious, I suppose; I'm determined to get out of the kind of life I've lived. I'm going to work hard enough to earn the right to have other men work for me, and then I'll do something big. If this war had come ten years later, do you think I'd have been a private? No--I'd have outfitted a company and gone in a captain, like your Renneslyer. ... In the ranks! . .-. I'm going to get out of the ranks, do you bear me--clear out,._ In front of em." "Well, don't shout ^so.' It's too hot." Ann's .voice was cool, but her gray eyes rested softly on him. She liked the fine sweep of his ambition. "I wonder," she said, "what I'll be doing, while you're getting rich and powerful." Peter broke off In mid-flight; his look of inspiration suddenly drooped, and his eyes were hungry ais they searched her face. "Oh," he said, you'll be marrying some lucky mam" "I suppose so." Her voice was Indifferent ; the prospect seemed remote. Peter talked no more that afternoon ; instead, he lay very still, watching^ Ann with somber eyes. When the Invalid began to get about, Fanny and Ann drove with him around the city, showing him the places of Interest, and listening to his disparagement of them. In comparison with the extraordinary frontier phenomena of Chicago. Fanny, innately a New Yorker, remained tranquil under these disclosures, and turned a pitying smile upon the provincial young man, but Ann, who, it must be confessed, did her best to follow her friend's lead, was unable to stifle a faint suspicion that there might possibly be something in what Peter said. She knew, however, a that the thought was unworthy of her. "It Is a pity there is no opera in the summer-time," Fanny said ond day. "It would be nice if you could have an opportunity to hear one, now that you are in New York." "Oh, I've heard opera In Chicago," Peter assured her. "The year before the war," we had four different companies, a couple of weeks each one. .1 went once, to 'La Somnambula.' I didn't like It, though; I'll have to admit that.,, It was at Metropolitan hall. You've nothing finer than that In New York--at least, not much finer." But It made no difference what be said, Fanny was impervious. One afternoon Just before he left Washington square, Ann and Peter drove alone; the day was sultry, so they decided to go to Battery park in search of a sea breeze. They were both a trifle uplifted at getting rid of Fanny's determined loquaciousness, but without her they were rather si lent as they drove through the mllea of arid streets, lined with conserva tlve houses. Now and tBen the girl pointed out the dwelling of a friend, but for the most part they lay lan guldly back against the cushions; under her wide hat brim Ann's eyes were dark-shadowed, and Peter's face was white, above bis close brown beard. It was reallv very hot. At the park entrance Peter Insisted that they get out and walk over to the shore. Ann protested n little, smilingly, , but finally she lifted her flounced and flowered muslin clear of the wheels, climbed down\the precarious folding steps of the barouche, and allowed 1ilm to lead her across the strip of lawn to where the river flowed magnificently past them to the near-by sea. A faint breeze from the ocean drifted tentatively over to them, now and then, and Ann-sniffed it delightedly. • "Delicious," she said. "Let's sit here for a while." Peter found her an iron chair, and he sprawled at ber hut a realization that she should miss Peter was borne in on her. She frit very miserable, and she wondered if this time, too, it would be many years before she saw him again; s$ie wished that she might keep him near her always, a comfortable companion. "Life," she said at length, "Is horrid." "Yes." Peter sat suddenly upright and clasped bis hands around his sound knee. He turned his gaze, with something of an effort, from the girl's face to the rolling river. "No matter how carefully he phps, a man is always a fool." She nodded. Tea--just Hke a woman." ' _ Peter remained somber. "I had it all planned out. I was going to let all this alone, you know, until I was about forty-five, and had time for It." "Time for whatf ; ^ "Love." < Ann's eyes widened 'aaA- she straightened Sn her Iron chair. It was the first time the word had been spoken by either of them, and now it lay like a gage beteween them. "We'd better be going home," she murmured. "It must be supper time." She didn't want Peter to make love to her; she didn't want anything to spoil the perfect companionship of the past tour weeks. He made no effort to detain her. It was not until they were going up the steps of the Washington square house that he spoke again. "I'm about twenty years ahead of my schedule," he said cryptically.. not ask hlm to enrial^ y I cannot tell, bnt as he begs ma JfSr' sonabiy enough, owing to the his mission necesUlatpB his esqpedt* tlous return to Italy--te allow him approach you at once, you may firm or deny It in person. "I have, at his suggestion, made inquiries in regard to him at the Italiaft embassy here. I find him to be a member of an important Italian family, and personally a favorite of the king. He should, I am told, go far. He has a^palazzo la Rome, at present untenable for a supporter of Victor Emmanuel, a more modest establishment in Milan, and an ancient conntry place in Piedmont, where he was born. "I can hear only good things of him. bat you must remember that he Is a native of Europe, where the customs and the Ideals differ greatly from those you have known. However, If your feelings for him are of a sufficiently affectionate nature, these dlfr- 4 &,f*k x V, -f- >« .t " • *<• '-ri w. . 11 I/y - __CHAPTER XV _ A Proposal. Jeter's departure made an enormous gap in Ann's life, and she turned confidently to Fanny to fill It. She wanted a good gossip about Hendricks, but to her surprise, she found her friend singularly elusive. Mrs. William gave her to understand that the cousins had been together almost constantly while Hendricks was at home, but beyond that Fanny's mother was for once uncommunicative. She turned a ready purple with resentment at the upstart's treatment of her nephew, but at the same time the culprit fancied that she rejoiced In it. At any Yate, Ann thought, Mr|. William's opinion made no difference, It was her uncle's Judgment of the matter which she awaited with impatience. By the time.it came she had grown accustomed to the monotony of a- life shorn of emotion. She liked the long unpunctuated days of late summer. The sight of the foreign envelope filled her with a strange dread; subconsciously she feared a reawakening. "Paris, A^ugust 29th, 186S. "My pear Ann: , "I have received three letters In my last week's mall and I may say that their contents astonish me. I feel an old man and a sad one, after reading them. My sister's-in-law I wilL not dwell on. She wrote me at length of your trip to Gettysburg, and while, at this distance. It seems an unnecessary thing to have undertaken, I feel that am too far away for Judgment. I can only be glad you are safe at home again and thankful that Hendricks is spared to'tis. "Your letter toW"me of yoor resolution to break with my nephew. I cannot say that I am surprised, particularly In the light of later events." "What events?" Ann murmured! at a loss to understand. "I will not conceal from yon the fact that I am disappointed. I had hoped that, as time and the war went on, you might become attached to him; if, however, you cannot care for him, you are right in refusing to marry. 1 have written him, and should tell you that I told him he will share equally with you In my property. It seems to me but fair to reward In this way, his fine accomplishments as a soldier, and you will, please God, have enough ,wlth but half. "And now, to the more serious matter of the other letter. You have never. In your letters, mentioned knowing a Count Avezzana, and yet he writes me for permission to ask your hand in marriage." Ann gasped, and hastily <reread this amazing statement, plainly- written in her guardian's fine legible hand. "He writes me for permission to ask your hand in marriage and, what is more, be states his belief that you will not prove indifferent to .his suit. This NEBVOUS, R8RBOWH M8THEBS y«oac»rit frr cwiwiMi . IhFWcfew'ft VcfatJu* to Mfr- " Indiana.--"I was In • run-down condition while nura^ng^iny i, vV some talk at Lydia EL.Pinkham's Vegetable Coramrand, I began taking it. From the second bottle Inoticedabte improvement, and I am still taking it I am not abit nervous now, and feel like a different person. It is a great medicine one advice about taking it. i think there is no better medicine «id give you permission to publish this letter. --Mrs. Aj\'sa SiaTH, 541 W. Norwood Street, Indianapolis, Indiana. The important thing: about Lydia E. fnkham^ Vegetable Compound is that from the Pfnkham ft does help women „ ailments common t/S their sex. H yon are nsrvous and tun-down and have pains in your lower parts ana m your back, remember that the Vege£able Compound has relieved other women having the same symptoms. Rl MM hjr druggists everywhere. • vary ne 8 "What Events?" Ann Murmured, at a Loss to Understand. >x ferences may be overcome, Thf^ examples of such happy marriages. I am greatly hampered by not being able to talk with you, and by your lack of frankness when writing me. All depends on your feelings toward this young man. I sm prepared to receive him as your husband If that is your wish, and I must tell you that ycru would be making what the world calls a brilliant marriage. "I will not dwell on what your permanent residence In Italy would'mean to me. I am, you must remember, an old man, with my lite behind me. You must not consider me in making your decision, except, I beg of you, to this extent. Count Avezzana must soon return to Italy, and he asks. If you accede to his proposal, that you will marry him before he leaves America and accompany him to Europe. have his letter here--'In the present deplorably disturbed conditions in my country it may well be yeara before I can again return to North America. Until Italy is united my place Is there.' It seems, therefore, my .dear Ann. that, If you are to marry this lyoung man, It must be done speedily, and In that case It will be Impossible for me to be present. I find It difficult to believe that the ceremony would be legal without my presence, but such are the sad necessities of war. My work -here Is incomplete, and I have advices from the President begging me to remain indefinitely, he Is kind enough to believe me to be somewhat successful in my efforts to make public opinion for the Northern states. Therefore, if I may not take part in your wedding ceremony, { may, at least, share a day or two of your honeymoon. I shall await you In Paris with the liveliest anticipations. "My dear Ann, be sure to act with deliberation and foresight to the end that your best happiness may be preserved. I am. writing to the Oount Avezzana, giving him my permission to pay you his attentions. "Your affectionate uncle, "HENDRICKS CORTLANDT^ For a time after reading her letter Ann sat, stunned, without movement and almost without thought. The whole thing was too preposterous to grasp all at once, and her first feeting toward Avezzana was indignation at his having so needlessly^disturbed hor guardian. (TO BBS CONTINUED.) oT lHahmat oC ROODUnP t,M (o re 4WMi. bronchitis. Checks iaSo- •UmM*d.'i OJooibi. <l*te cMhwva's ton euralgia MdriMOlBltiUB. * SVOXSL. New Tot* ASTHMA Insulting Flapper--Officer, arrest that man. He lnsOlted me. Policeman--All right, miss, but What did he do? Flapper--I made eyes at him and-^lMl refused to flirt with me. ,-,<• - -r - -. rS MOTHER! Jr rjf s Best Laxative k Fig Syrup". Shows if Hurry If otber! Even a fretful, peevish child loves the pleasant taste of "Call- '.'t fpfnia Fig Syrup" and It never fails to open the bowels. A teaspoonful today - may prevent a sick child tomorrow. Ask your druggist-for genuine "Call- - fornia Flg»Syrup" which has directions for babies and children of all ages printed on bottle. Mother I You must ; say "California" or you may get an Imitation fig syrup. Ute* Aerial ProtpelleQ : v By using a row boat motor rated at , one and a half horse power to drive an serial propeller on the stern of a boat a Frenchman has made li tow four more boats,-carrying 20 passengers. Those "Good" Old Day# Past Shj» Fed Him Up With Dainties. feet, looking up at her intently. She took off her hat with the raking brim, and sat smoothing the ends of a lace barbe that trimmed It; her eyes were Intent on her caressing fingers, her chignon shone in the sunlight. In the opening of her collar her throat was very white--as white as ber forehead, under her parted hair. They sst there for some time; Ann watched the shadows of the trees In the park grow longer, while the late afternoon colors stole Into the sky, and I'eter watched Ann. Afterward she could not have told what they had talked about, but she remembered that steady disconcerting look. Much When Bad Man and Everything Else Pad Ruled In Arkansas--Gamhling in Court, - ... .. .^ Aecerdlng to Halium's "History of Arkansas," gambling games of various kinds were carried on in the presence of the court in that state prior to 1829. Not necessarily in the presence of each presiding Judge, but did lawyers or Spectators feel Inclined to place a bet there was no harm done if a faro bank was opened, or any other game begun. .»• A faro bank was run In the courthouse at Van Buren while court was being held in an adjoining room. It Is not stated that any Jury was hung up overtime because of a bank game being operated for their enjoyment after they received the Judge's charge; but Jurors are human. However, if the manners of those ancient times dismay our citizens today there was a compensating directness of obtaining results that would refresh many men--perhaps women-- In 1923. It is told that a notorious desperado, usually keeping in the backwoods of Arkansas, wandered to town when court happened to be in session. A new Judge was on the bench and it was not supposed that he knew the country and temper of the ne'er-do-wells as did bis predecessors. Anyway, the bad man swaggered Into town and commenced satisfying his cosmic urge for "cawn llcker." He was a bad man; very bad. The sheriff Informally advised him to withdraw from the settlement until after court ' Nothing Better for Constipation than one or two Brandreth Pllls at bed time - They cleanse the system, purlfytec '*>. the blood and keep you well.--Adv. • s Reason for Tears Perhaps "Is she sentimental?" "Very! Sh« will even weep over her Old dlvorca * papers."--Judge. of the Judge to the sheriff, and requested him to repeat hla words to, his honor. The sheriff trotted to the courthouse and did as told. His honor, frail of physique, gravely declared a recess for 20 minutes and went over to the groggery. The bad man was still-at the bar.' Walking up to him, his honor seized him by the hairy, throat, presented a short-barreled, murderouslooking pistol to his breast and commanded: ** you i Oome into court and answer to your name and the indictment against you." The bad man followed him like a lamb and meekly listened to the sentence "as the court has recorded it." --Hough Pendexter, in Adventure Magazine. «. It Scatter* Yellow Fever, The frightful disease, yellow fever, la carried and spread exclusively by a species of mosquito, the sfegmoyla, which Is the common bouse 'skeet of the tropics." It Is very tiny--so sinalL Indeed, that ordinary wire screens will not keep it out--and strikingly parked --a silver? white lyre-shaped pattern on the thorax, white stripes on the abdomen und legs banded black and whlta. LEAVES YOU FOREVER X ) Every druggist kL this county Is authorised to say to every rheumatic sufferes that If a full'pint bottle of Allen*^ rhu, the sure conqueror of rheumatism^ ; does not show the way to stop th% agony, reduce swollen Joints and d«jj< away with even the slightest twinge o rheumatic pain, he will gladly returdt * your money without comment, ^ Vr jT Allenrhu has been tried and tested^ ^y^ ^ for years, and really marvelous resaltt:'*" have been accomplished in the most- - ' severe cases where the suffering nn^TT' agony was Intense and piteous where the patient was helpless. ^ Mr. James IjT Allen, the dlscoxrei^'^i^il,^ of Allenrhu, who for many years suf^^rf^"7 - , fered the torments of acute rheum» ; "" . tism, desires all sufferers to know thai . 3 be does not want a cent of anyone* I money unless Allenrhu decisively CO#1 quers this worst of all diseases, and h#., has Instructed druggists to guarantee it as above in every Instance. Mall orders filled by BOCK a RATHER DRUG StORS CHICAGO, ILL. ' KEM P: Storing Hsllum Q§«, * C-^ Laboratory experiments "*have** resulted in the discovery of a simpler and cheaper method of extracting helium from natural gas. The United States government has already stored more than 2.000,000 cubic feet of he Hum and' is producing afcout 15.00C feet a day in the large hallam plant at adjourned. The desperado slapped the U.UI --, - I' knife handle protruding from a boot- Of the ... - . -* - - "tfe J? M