The Ward of King Canute A Romance of the Danish Conquest, •y OTTILIE A. LILJENCRANTZ, author of The Thrall ot Lief th» Uoky. <'opyrit'ht. l-.Hl:!, by A. C. Mii'M'KtJ .V CO, <•"««. One by ore she noted tlem, &ud shade liy bu&uo her Buoiuci look of fear relaxed. With eyes still turn ed up toward his face, her lids droop ed and fell; and her head sank upon his breast aj»d. l»y.- thpro. In .thojpeace fS;r f CHAPTER V.--Continued. "For such a stroke there was ro parry. Canute threw his shield be fore him, but the blade cleft wood and Iron and golden ( plating like parch ment, and falling on the horse's neck, bit it to the bone. Rearing and plung ing with pain, the animal crashed into those behind him, missed his looting and fell, entangling his rider, in the trappings. Bending ov;er him, the .Ironside struck again. ' But the son of Lodbrok had still his left arm,. Bearing his shield, it shot out over the body of his king. The falling brand bit this screen also, and lopped off the hand that held it, but the respite was sufficient. In a flash Canute was on his feet, both hands grasping the hilt of his high- flung sword. . It was a mighty blow? but it fell harmless. A sudden surre In the'tide Of * struiggHug bodies swept the Iron sides out of reach and engulfed him (n a whirlpool of Danish swords. He laid about hiin like mad, and was like to have cleared a passage back, when a second wave carried him completely from view- Canute cursed at the anxious faces that surrounded him. "What means it, this swaying? Who .are flying?" "The- English!" bellowed Rothgar. "The English are. flying--Edmund's head! Yonder!" Frode's daughter had Viking blood, but she hid her face with a cry. There It was, high upon a spear-point, drip ping, ghastly. Could the sun shine upon such a thing? To stare before him, Rothgar let the blood pcur unheeded from his wounded arm. "Yonder Edmund rides now!" he gasped. "You can tell hinr by his size-- Yonder! Now he is tearing off his helmet--" TheyV'UHi^il >1'<- *«.««! lit hiwi, cow] and swoVt, Hint I*II»»I, v t In , holy p-'aoe. The frantic hor*»« phi ml Into one of the arching Uncii, Hint thf* dlr of the hunt dies behind hi<r; sthMieo fell like a curtain at theli h*t>ls; int'n the thud ding hoof-boat* wore sofltnind on the leafy ground. Randalin lay along the horse's neck now, and her senses had begun to $lip away from her like the tide from, the f'lore. """"""SdmewHcre, there was the soft thud of a falling body; then the cool greenness closed around her and held her tenderly, a crumped leaf that the whirlwind h?4 dropped from its sport. - CHAPTER VI, ;V': • ' •' • > " ' Taken Captives <:i \ Lying drowned in cool silence, the girl came slowly to a consciousness that sopeone was stooping, oyer her. Raising her heavy lids, her eyes rest ed on a man's face, showing- dimly in the dusk of the starlightt. He said in English. "Canute's page, by the Saints! Were I a Pagan Dane, I would run my sword through him. But I am a Christian Englishman, Let him lie. He will bleed his life out be fore morning." ~ . While the warrior'was turning, a^ new voice spoke/ ' "Canute's page?" it repeated after some unseen informant. "Is he dead?"-- It was a young voice, and deep and soft, for all the note of quiet author ity ringing through it. Randalin's eyes rose dreamily to find the owner. AboVe the black hedge, the square strength of his shoulders and the graceful lines of his hefmed head were silhouetted sharply against the starry sky. Why had they so familiar a look? Ah! the noble who had followed Ed mund, of perfect faith. Tap--tap--dfip- ping slowly. Drop by drop the sound filtered thspugh the thick wrappings', of Randalin's slumber, till sh^ knew it for the beat of horses' hoofs,, and stirred and opened her eyes. "The silver shimmer of starlight fall ing through purple deeps had given way to the ruddy glare of. a camp firef and she was lying just beyond its heat, cloak-wrapped, on a beid of leaves. Above her, interlacing beech boughs made an arching roof, under which the shadows clustered as swal lows under eaves. Within the sylvan alcove, some four-score battle-stained warriors were taking their ease after a hard day. Through the fog of her drowsiness Randalin recognized them %lowly. Yonder was the Englishman who had, found her in the bushes. ' Beyond him, across the firs, the sol diers who had lifted her up to the horseman. Here, Just in front of her, was the leader himself. Her gaze settled upon him-dreamily. He had finished his meal, if meal it could be called, and was making some attempt at toilet. His captive's eyes were not the only ones upon him, and he "was laughing a little at the comments his performance drew forth from three old cnihts. lounging near him. , • V . , "These are soft days, comrades. The last time I followed, the old chief, of honored memory, we held our war* council standing knee:deep in a fen. We had neither eaten nor drank for two days, and three days' blood was on our handr." ~ The young chief took it with care less good humor. "When you leave off eating, in-mem- ory .of that brave time, I will leave off washing," he returned. "I tell you, nothing but a warrior's life becomes ethel-born men, nor sluggishness nor junketings, but day under fire and nights among the Wise Men of council. By Saint Mary, I feel that I have never lived before! One week at the heels of Edmund Ironside is worth a lifetime under the banner of any other king." A pause met his warmth somewhat coudly; and the warrior who brok§ the silence lowered his voice to do it (To be continued.) NOT EQUAL TO POSITION. "Her wide bright eyes sought his, with the terror of a snared bird." i§ I ^ « • , B : ' Nor was he mistaken; within spear- fhrow the mighty frame of the Iron- aide towered above his struggling guard. As he bared his head, they could even distinguish tiis face with Its large elegantly-formed features and Ethel red's prominent chin. Bran dishing his sword, shouting words of reassurance, exposing his person with out a thought of the darts aimed at him, he was making a heroic effort to check the rush of his panic-stricken host. Randalin stared about her, doubting Her senses. But light had begun to 4awn on Canute. He wheeled sharply, as Thorkel pushed his horse to their •ides. ; "Whose head was that?" he de- " ,inanded. 4 The rkel's face was a linelessmask. «*t believe his name was Oamaer," he answered without emotion. "It was unheard-of good fortune that he Should be so like Edmund in looks." -The young king's face was suffused With bitterness. "Good fortune! he criod sharply. "Good fortune! Am I « fool or a coward that I am never ;40 win except by craft or good for tune? Had you let me alone--" But what else he said Randalin never knew. Some, unseen obstacle turned in their direction the stream of rushing horsemen. In an instant the torrent had caught them in its whirl ing eddies, and they were so many separate atoms borne along on the 4tood. To hold back was to be thrown down; to fall was to be trampled into rags. The battle had changed into a hunt. . TV •> Thundering hoof-beats, crashing blows, shrieks and groans anO falling bodies--a sense of being caught in a Wolf pack took possession of the girl; .and the feeling grew with, every side- // )ong glance she had of the savage, sweating, dust-grimed faces, in their Jungles of blood-clotted hair. The bat tle-madness was upon them, and they #are no longer men, but beast' of firey. Amid the chaos of her mind, a vnew idea shaped itself like a new v T^iorld, If she could but work her way to the edge of the herd, she might es cape down one of those green aisles Opening before them. --'A little opening showed on her light. Though she could not see the ground before her, she took the risk • Hod swung her horse Into the breach. :: Bis forefeet came down upon the body Irf a fallen man, but it was too late to draw back. The man turned over with v ft yell, and used his one unbroken arm . to thrust upward his broken sword. The blade cut her leg to the bone, Jtad she shrieked with pain; but her irtartled horse had no thought of stop- fling. Making'his way with plunges Snd leaps, he carried her out of the press sooner than she could have guid- him out. Once on the edge, he i;.; |>roke into a run. The agony of the -Shaken Wound was unbearable. Shriek- iC ; . Ing and moaning, she twisted her hands in the lines and tried to stop yihim. But her strength was ebbing from her with her blood. By and by 'the dropped the rein altogether and •fern* tp the saddle-tow.^ A sound on the soft turf told that the horseman had alighted. "The bantling is of too good quality to leave," he said good-naturedly. "Catch my bridle, Oswin. Where is she wounded?" He made a quick step toward her, then paused as- suddenly, his chin thrust out in listening. A gesture of his hand imposed a sudden silence, through which the sound became dis*? tinct to all ears--a trampling and crashing in the brush beyond the moonlit open. As they wheeled to face it, a shout came from that direc tion. "What ho! Does the Lord of Ivars- dale go there?" He whom they had called the Ethel' ing drew himself up alertly. "I make no answer to hedge-creepers." he said. "Come out where you can be seen." "I am the messenger of Edric of Mercla. Misgreet me not. Before cockcrow we shall be sworn brothers. 1 bekr a message to King Edmund." The Etheling's anger leaped out like a flame; even in the starlight It could be seen how his face crimsoned. "No, as God lives!" he answered swiftly. "It is not to Edmund alone that the Gainer is loathful. Should he pass the King's sword, a hundred blades wait for him, mine among them- Seek what he may seek, he shall not have peace of us. Take yourself out of reach if you would not be sped with arrows." A Jeering laugh was the only answer but the tramping of hoofs suggested that his advice was being taken. When the sound had faded quite away, the Lord of Ivarsdale breathed out the rest ul his resentment in a hearty imprecatio.v and, turning, came on his patient ;th a touch as gentle as it was strong, he put aside her resisting hands and began swiftly to cut away the blood-stiffened hose. Darkness closed around Randalin again, darkness shot with zigzag light nings of pain, and throbbing with piti ful moans. She came to herself to And that soldiers were lifting her up to the horseman, where he sat again In his saddle. 8he recognized the square ress of his shoulders; and shfc knew the gentleness of his touch as he slipped his free arm around her and drew her carefully into place, making of his stalwart body a support for her weakness. No strength was in her to struggle against him: only her wide bright eyes sought hlr, with the terror of a snared bird. Meeting the look and understanding a small part of its question, he said in a reassuring word in his pleasant low pitched voice: of good cheer, youngling; thero€p?no thought of eat ing you. I will bring you to a cup of wine before- moenrlae, if you hold fast*"- It is doubtful if the girl so much as heard him. Her eyes were passing from feature to feature of his face, as thfe stars revealed It above her--from the broad, comely brow to the square young chin, from the clean-cut fine- tompered mouth to «Di closr, true "Groom of the Feather Cloak". Fell from Grace. When King Kalakaua of Hawaii vis? ited Japan twenty years ago he was very anxious to exhibit to the Japa nese his famous royal feather cloak. It did not look well draped over the regular costume of the king, which was based on European military, mod els. It was out of the question to wear it draped over brown cuticle, as was the ancient fashion. Finally it was decided to let Robert, one of his attendants, wear it. William Armstrong, the king's attorney-gener al, says: "This additional servic^cfe- lighted Robert, who now, according to confidential statement made to his Japanese attendant, was 'keeper of the royal standard,' 'groom of the feather cloak' and 'vdlet In. ordinary.* While in the Imperial car, on the way to Tokyo, the king's suite had sud denly seen Robert, sitting In state In the luggage car, dressed in a silk hat, white gloves and with the gorgeous royal cloak hanging over his should* ers, the tableau being coi^i !«ted by fc group, of Japanese attendants who were sending before him, lost In ad miration/' But Robert was scarcely equal to^the dignity that was his. In his capacity of valet he preceded the party to the palace assigned to them, and * discovered there abundance of wines and spirits, which he consumed until they arrived. He was found asleep in the king's bed chamber, with the silk hat far down over his head and the gorgeous cloak askew on Hs shoulders. He was at once deposed trom his office of 'groom of the feath er cloak." „. ; A Financial Cat*. 'He was a sma'* boy." said the clerk in a down town bank, telling the story, "but he was trying to learn. "How do you get money on checks, please?' he asked the biggest bank porter who stood outsidd* the parti tion. " 'Why, you just write your name on the back and give them to that fellow over there,' expounded the por ter, indicating the paying teller. "The youngster solemnly scrawled his name on the back of a dozen checks and took them over to the paying teller's window. They were checks drawn by that boy's father and two other male relatives in favor of different people, and the youngster was- much chagrined when he didn't get the money. '"I was going to take it and run away to sea,' he told us afterward, in> genuously." Carried Away Their Dinners. John Barrymore was missing when the ^'half-hour call" was given at a New York theater the other evening. As time drew on for the rise of the curtain, the stage manager grew nerv ous, for in "The Dictator" Mr. Barry- more is first cn the stage. When he did appear, carrying a parcel done up in a napkin, he told how it happened. "Ethel and I went to So-and-so's for dinner," he said. "The thick-headed Dutchman that waited on us was slow, and Just as we wire leaving in he came with the steak. I gave Ethel half, and brought the rest with me." And, opening his parcel, he showed half a sirloin steak and a couple of baked potatoes, which he proceeded to eat while he was dressing. Miss Barrymore at another city theater is supposed to have eaten her dinner in the same unconventional fashion. What Brought a Reply. A pepmar Washiusiwii youtU re trained out a great deal later than usual a few nights ago, and for obvi ous reasons thought It wise to remove his shoes in the vestibule of his home and ascend the, stairway as quietly as possible, In the hope of not arous ing his parents. Ijt .]*-&£ an old, old scheme, of course, but he thought it would work. • Aii went w'e*l until the son of the house was a little above the second story landing. Then he was startled to hear his father thunder:. -Is that you, Walter?" - No answer. Walter thought Ilia sire might conclude that he had not heard anything after all, so remained^ quiet as a mouse, but again came tha demand, more emphatic than before: "Is that you, Walter?" Still no answer. There was a pause and then the significant and startling Click of a revolver. Again, in calm» but determined tone: -...•> "Is that you, Walter?" TC "Y-e-s, s-i-r," Walter httrrlMly shouted^ his teeth chattering with fright He has decided to walk up stairs. boldly and loudly on all occae sions hereafter.--Washington Stair..« | Fi It Kk FREED FROM ENGLISH PRISON AFTER FOURTEEN LONG YEARS •4m J THE SPIRIT Or TnE AGS. Proved Beyond a Doubt. Middlesex, N. Y., July 25.--(SiKh cial.)--That Rheumatism can be cured has been proved beyond a doubt by itfrs. Betsey A. Clawson, well known here. That Mrs. Clawson had Rheu matism and had it bad, all her ac quaintances know. They also know she is not(r cured. Dodd's Kidney Pills did it. Mrs. Clawson tells the story Of her cure as follows: "I was an invalid for most Ats years caused by Inflammatory Rheu matism, helpless two-thirds of ths time. The first year I could not do as much as a baby could do; then ! rallied a little bit and then a relapse. Then a year ago the gout set in my hands and feet. I suffered untold agony and in August, 1903, when my husband died I could not ride to the grave. ' , "I only took two boxes of Dodd's Kidney Pills , and in two weeks I could wait on myself and saw my own wood. I dug my own potatoes and gathered my own garden last fall. Dodd's Kidney Pills cured me.'f Rheumatism is caused by uric, acid in the blood. Dodd's Kidney Pills put the Kidneys in shape to take all the uric acid out of the blood. Knew When to Pray. GOT. A. P. Montague of Virginia is a good story teller as well as a wise and progressive chief magistrate. At Hampton Institute he compared the never-failing sense of Justice between man and man to the unchanging north star, and told a story of a sagacious old slave in the "year of the falling stars." The ne~o was on a plantation on an island in the Rappahannock river. On the night of the most terrific meteoric shoiwer the negroes were all assem bled on tho shore, weeping, shouting, and, above all, praying vociferously. But one old slave, Uncle Caesar by name, off at one side under a pine tree, was making no sound and utter ing no prayer. He had rigged a sort of squint with a pole, and had it trained on a point in the skies. By and by one of the other negroes jame along and said: "Uncle Caesar, ain't It 'bout time you begun to pray?" "Not ylt," said Caesar; "I got :ny pole p'lnted at de no'th star, an* when dat 'ar begins to fizzle an' fool, den I'm gwlne ter git down an' j?ray --not before!"--New York MaiL Wanted to Be "In." "I read in the paper the other day," said Tom Dunn, "where a German; over in Hoboken left $25 in his will to treat his friends after his funeral. Of course the Germans rnhrer did any thing that the Irish could not equal, and so that story reminded me of an other of a Hibernian friend of mine. The doctor told him he had only a few hours to live. He called me over and Baya he: "•Tom, I want you to take $10 of me money that's tn me wallet and treat me pall bearers.' "It was a touching moment. Strug gling' with my emotions, I said to him: " Til do it, BiHy. But shall I treat 'em going out or coming b^ck* " 'Treat 'em going out,' %ays Billy, a sport to the last. 'Won't be with you coming back.'"--New York Times. RACE DO(*l? Python on the "Nest." At the zoological gardens, Manches ter, England, a python laid fifty eggs over the heat inlet of her cage and is now incubating, being coiled about them. The eggs, which are shell-less, are about the size of a turkey's, are dirty white in color and in textur* tike parchment. Not a Bit of it. . A man who thought hi# race was run made a food find that brought him back to perfect health. "One year ago I was unable to per form any labor and in fact I was told by my physicians that they could do nothing further 'for me. I was fast sinking away, for an attack of grip had left my stomach so weak It could not digest any food sufficient to keep me alive. "There I was Just wasting away, growing thinder every day and weak er, really being snuffed out simply be-, cause I could not get any nourishment from food. "Then my sister got after me to try Grape-Nnts food which had done much good for her and she finally per suaded be and although no other food had done me the least bit of good my stomach handled the Grape-Nuts from the first and this food supplied the nourishment I had needed. In three months I was so strong I moved from Albany to San Francisco and now on my three meals of Grape-Nuts and cream every day I am strong and vig orous and do fifteen hours' work. "I believe the sickest person in the world could do as I do, eat three meals of nothing but Grape-Nuls and cream and soon be on their feet Kgain in the flush of best health like me. "Not only am I in perfect physical health again but my brain is stronger and clearer than It ever was on the old diet I hope you will* write to tha names I send you about Grape-Nuts for I want to see my friends well and strong. "Just think that a year ago I was dying but to-day, (^though 1 am over 55 years' of age most people take me to be less than 40, and I feel Just as young as I 16ok." Name given by Pos- tum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. There's a reason. Look for the little book, "The Road • to WeilviHe^ ln each. pkg I /£ % t l iSw MRS. FLOttSTTCB XAYBRICX Mrs. Floreno* May brick is free. She left Truro, Cornwall, July 20. on her way to Franc*. Mrs. Mayhrlck's Imprisonment was not terminated with t^e clang of doors, the last sound whi h remains In the ears of so many of her fellow prisoners who preceded her to liberty from Aylesbury, where she spent mors than fourteen years of her life, it closed at the arched doorway of the white convent of the Sisterhood of the Epiphany in the little town of Truro, Cornwall, with the black-robed sisters uttering their blessings and good wishes for her future. With two companions, Mrs. Maybrick entered the carriage of Miss Dalrymple, sec retary to the sisterhood, and was driven to Staustell, a small station fourteen miles away, where she board ed a ^raln and started on her Journey to France. She will not come to Ameri<& until her presence is consid ered necessary. " Mrs. Maybrick, who wis Miss Flor ence Elizabeth Chandler, a member of a well-known and prosperous southern family, was marriod July 27, 1881. in St. James' church, Piccadilly, to James Maybrick of Liverpool. She was then 18 years old. Her husband was over 40 years of age. In the spring of 1889 Mr. Maybrick became ill and in a few days he died. His brothers investigated his death and charged Mrs, Maybrick with the murder of her husband. "X long trial followed, and a number of doctors swore that the decedent died of ar senical poisoning. ,, The defense proved that for twenty year? Mr May brick had been a confirmed user of arsenic and that lie dally took doses large enough to have killed a dozen ordinary men. Mrs. Maybrick was eventually sen tenced to death by the Judge, Sir Fitzjames Stephen, who spoke for two days In charging the Jury. He said It wis Impossible for them not to find Iter guilty in the fact of the med ics) t,n>lonco. The Judge died some time U\tT in a madhouse. From ths time of Mrs. Maybrick's convLtkn* her mother, the Baroness dc Roquo*, was unremitting in her efforts In behalf of the prisoner. She succeeded in having the death sen tence commuud to penal servitude for life and finally has obtained the freedom cf her daughter, to whose release from prlscn "he had devoted her life. The bar<u*%»» *as aided by influential friends on boti: sides of the Atlantic. In 1900, after the death ,>f Ix>rd Russel of Killowen, chief justice of England, a letter which he had writ ten to Mrs. Maybrick in 1895 was dis covered. It showed he was convinced that she ought never to have been convicted and it has been generally understood that all the recent Amer ican embassadors to the court of 3t. James have done everything possibie to obtain Mrs. Maybrick's pardon.^ The fact of her probable release was used at a reason for securing the postponement of a trial last year of lawsuits bearing on Mrs. Maybrick's interest in land in Kentucky, Virginia and West Virginia until she was able personally to testify. If she was not able to testify in these suits Mrs. Maybrick and her mother would have lost, all title and Interest in the many thousands of acres of land inveivsd in the case. - P ' ' Church of England Home a£ Truro, Cornwall, Where Mr*. Maybrick His Been Re sting. CONSUL IN SERIOUS TROUBLE. Albion W. Tourgee Accused of Mak ing False Reports. Albion W. Tourgee, familiar to readers of postrebellion literature as the author of "The Fool's Errand" and other works dealing with the re construction period, has recently got into trouble with the wine shippers of Bordeaux, France, where he is the consul for the United States. They claim that Tourgee has made false re ports to his government regarding the blending of Bordeaux wines with those of Bllboa, Spain, and the sale of the product as pure French wine. The association of wine growers at the French center of this industry condemn Mr. Tourgee roundly and refer to him with fine Gallic sarcasm as a romantic novelist not in keeping with duties as a government rep resentative. LIPTON MAY RACE AGAIN. Significance In Fact That Shamrock III. la Not for Sale. It may or may not be significant of Sir Thomas J. Lipton's intentions re garding a fourth challenge for the America's cup that Shamrock III. hat been withdrawn from the market. When the first and second Shamrocks were sold last November it was gen erally understood that the third Shamrock was for sale also. About ten days ago a yacht broker made an inquiry concerning the Shamrock of J. Keithly Crowther, Sir Thomas' man ager in this country, and was unhesi tatingly informed that she was not for sale. Mr. Crowther succeeded Mr. DavU as the Lipton agent short ly 'after the conclusion of the last match for the America's cup. Sir %homas is expected in the first week of September. Prepared for Self-Destruction. The terror inspired in New York by recent disasters is illustrated by the case cf a man who, when he was asked in a police, court to explain why he carried a revolver without a permit, replied that he expected to Winston Churchill's Superstition. Winston phucjchill, novelist, has a superstition regarding the letter C. The titles to all tiis stories have been begun with that letter--Celebrity. Crisis, Carvel, Crossing--and all have been successes. He believes that if sail for Germany next Saturday and \ he should write a novel with a title intended to blow out his brains if anything happened to the ship. He said he had read so much about the Slocum and Norge disasters that ha felt convinced he could never witness such scenes. He Insisted that this was blauiole reason for carrying the weapon, beginning with a D or a K, or a W the book would be a flat failure. . famous English Novelist. Mrs. Maxwell, whom novel readers remember as "M. E. Braddon" and who wrote "Lady Audley's Secret," to say nothing of sixty or more other ex amples of fiction, lives in the summer in Richmond, near London. She is fond of entertaining her Innumerable friends at Lichfield house; as her resi dence is called. Mrs. Maxwell dreads the professional Interviewer, and this is the only literary person Who is Mt *• welccss* ®ads^^-:/ Her Children Her Firat Thought. Mrs. Clarence Mackey says that since her children were born society has bored her, as she loves best to spend her time With them. She is photographed each month with her children and these photographs are pasted into large and beautifully bound scrapbooka. Ex-Empress In Motor Car. Ex-Empress Eugenie may be seen almost any fine day taking her long drives In a motor car in the Boig de Boulogne, tParis. She has become greatly devoted to this modern pas time ' and declares that It serves to develop fearlessness in all who III- dulga Boy Showed All the Signs Which •: 'Mark Great Financiers.. The seven-year-old son of a prosper -7- *ftus' publisher had come to town with ^ & his father. The journey had been de- * S voted largely to a discussion over - ,t the purchase of a most desirable pony, and the plan had been vetoed ^ ; by the stern parent with a mumbled ^ . explanation abo»it business uncertain- ties in a presidential year. ' When they reached his father's prfc t vate office the boy stood In the open doorway and studied the double line of clerks,»bookkeepers, stenographers • ; and helpers which extended the ^ length of the , floor. Finally he cross ed to his father's desk. "Father," he said, earnestly, "do all; s. those people work for you?* "Yes," replied his father,-iitilpojk- , ing up from his mail. : - " >• ..^. ... "Do you pay their salaries?*^ * : ' • "Yes." ' ^ J "Well, say, if you'd take^ a dc&Sr out of each of their salaries this • week, wouldn't that money pay for ft my pony?" - . "For several of replied father dryly. . ^ "Very well; I think you'd better take it out Each one of 'em would :« not miss the one dollar much, and it would make a lot for us. You -cm have what's left over from the pony." p Counterpanes Displace Blankets--A4. ditional Comfort for Travelers on "The 8outhwest Limited." The Chicago, Milwaukee A St. Paul Railway Company owns and operates the sleeping cars in service on its various lines, and has Just inaugu rated an innovation which will appeal to all sleeping car travelers. On its "Southwest Limited" trains between Chicago and Kansas City white counterpanes or bed-spreads have replaced the heavy woolen blankets which have heretofore been in evidence twelve months in each year, much to the discomfort in hot weather of sleeping car patrons. Blankets will be held in reserve and within reach for cool nights. This innovation is calculated to not only add to the comfort of passengers, but lt^Will appeal to all who like a bed that is inviting inl appearance. The ability of David Graham Phil lips to write a clear-cut, straight forward story of modern life is un questioned, and a new book from his pen is eagerly awaited by the readers who revel in his graphic pen pictures ot the evil of money getting, and the dwarfing of all the other faculties in the struggle. "The Cost," his lat est, (recently published by Bobbs-Mer- rlll & Co., Indianapolis), is already a pronounced favorite. It is a curi ously interesting mixture, treating of politics. Wall street tactics, social life and love affairs. A Trip to Colorado, Utah or California Is not complete unless It embraces the most beautiful resorts and grand est scenery in Colorado, which are found on the Colorado Midland Rail way, the highest standard gauge line the world. Exceptionally low sum- iLvv round trip rates to Colorado in terior stats points, Utah, California and tii« Northwest are offered by this Hut For information address Mr. C. K t'neers. General Passenger Agent, DKtvsr, Colo. In "The Leopard's 8pots" the au thor (Thomas Dixon, Jr.), showed his mastery of the expression of powerful human emotions. His new story, "The One Woman," recently publish ed by Doubleday, Page A Co., appeals to a far wider audience on the great est of all subjects for a novel, the power of love, as affected by the movement toward socialism which marks the new century.- The book grips the reader and holds him. Thd five figures of the. drama are very, vivid. Improved Service on Erie. The Chicago ft Erie railroad Kntw Just put on a new 28-hour train be tween Chicago and New York. It leaves Chicago daily at 6:30 p. m., arriving at New York th*> next even ing. It runs on Erie tracks all the way and is handled by Erie employes only. Its equipment throughout is of the finest, and makes traveling over the Brie a real pleasure. Diplomats at Bar Harbor. Bar Harbor has many of the- for eign diplomats this season. Count Cassini of Russia, Baron Hengelmul- ler of Germany and M. 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