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d j cm COAST of CHANG: OOrtWMfiari'^Mt Av wwrmca. SYNOPSIS. At a privat* view of the Chat worth personal estate, to be sold at auction, the Crew Idol mysteriously disappears. Harry Cressy, who was present-, describes the ring to his fiancee. Flora Gllsey, and her ohaneron, Mrs. Clara liriitun, as being like" a heathen god, with a beautiful sap- Shlre set in the head. Flora meets Mr. >rr, an Englishman. In discussing the disappearance of the ring, the exploits of an English thief, Farrel! Wand, are re­ called. Kerr tells Flora that he has met Ha» ry somewhere, but cannot place him. $20,000 reward Is offered for the return of the ring. Harry takes Flora to a Chinese goldsmith's to buy an engagement ring. An exquisite sapphire set In a hoopv of brass is selected. Harry urges her not to wear It until it Is reset. The possession of the ring seems to cast a spell over Flora, she becomes uneasy and appre­ hensive. Flora is startled by the effect on Kerr when h? gets a glimpse of the sapphire. The possibility that the stone Is part of the Crew Idol causes Flora much anxiety. Unseen. Flora discovers Clara ransacking her dressing room. Mora refuses to give or sei) the stone to Kerr, and suspects him of being the thief. She decides to return the ring to Harry, but he tells her to keep it for A day or two. Ella Buller tells Flora that Clara is setting her cap for her father. Judge B'jller. Flora believes Harry sus­ pects Kerr and is waiting to make sure of the reward before unmasking the thief. Kerr and Clara confess their love for each other. Clara is followed by a China­ man. Harry admits to Flora that lie knew the ring was stolen. He attempts to take it from her. Flora goes to tlie San Mateo place with Mrs. Herrick and writes Kerr and Clara to come. Ella Bul­ ler bribes Clara to leave the Judge alone, by giving her a picture of Farrell Wand. Ktrrr Harry unexpoctcdij" arrive at San Mateo. Flora buys the picture of Farrell Wand from Clara for fcO.OOO. She misses her ring after Harry had said fnrewell to her. Kerr starts In pursuit of Harry. CHAPTER XXIV.--Continued. "Do you feel better?" Mrs. Herrick asked her. Then she opened her eyes wide and saw the walls and the high- arched ceiling of the hall directly above her, knew herself lying on the floor, saw above her the figure of Tiara, standing with a bottle of salts, »nd then remembered; and, with a moan, buried her face in Mrs. Her- lick's lap. "Oh, no, no, no; don't -->4ltig-mo back; I don't wast to eeise back!" Their voices sounding high above her were speaking. Mrs. Herrick said: "What is that?" Then Clara mur­ mured. Then there was the light rustling of paper. Flora moved her hand. "Give it to me; I want it." She felt the stiff little square of cardboard be­ tween her fingers, and closed them around it fast. After a little she went upstairs hold­ ing tight to the baluster with one hand and to Mrs. Herrick with the other. After a little of sitting on the edge of her bed she lay down, still holding to Mrs. Herrick. She felt as though some cord within her had been drawn tight, too tight to endure, and every moment she hoped it would snap and 6et her free. "You don't think I'm mad, do you?" she asked. Her friend earnestly dis­ claimed it. "Then things are," Flora 6aid, "everything. Oh, oh!" The memory overwhelmed her. "He took me there as if by chance! He gave the sapphire to me for my engage­ ment ring. Oh, dreadful! Oh, poor Harry!" All that afternoon and all night she slept fitfully, starting up at intervals, trembling with nameless horrors--the glittering goldsmith's shop, the China­ man, the great eye of the s&pphire, and, worst of all, Harry's face, always the same calm, ruddy, good-natured, innocent-looking face that had led her to (he goldsmith's shop, that had smiled at her, falling under the spell of the sapphire, that had covered, all those days, God knew what ravages of stress and strain, until the man had ilnally broken. That face ap­ peared and reappeared through the flashing terrors of her dreams like the presiding genius of them all. Fin­ ally, drifting into complete repose, she slept far into the morning She wakened languid and weak. She lay looking about the room, and, like a person recovering tfter a heavy blow, wondered what had happened. Then her hand, as with her first waking thought it had done for the last week, went to the locket chain around her neck Oh, yes, yes; she had forgotten. The sapphire was gone. Gone by fraud, gone at a kiss for ever with Harry--no, with Farrell Wand. For llarry was not Harry; and Kerr was not Farrell Wai;d. He was in­ deed an unknown quantity. Since she had found Harry she had lost both Kerr's name and his plftce in her fairy-tale She had seen his very de meanor change before her eyes. In­ deed. her hour had come without her knowing it. The spell had been snapped which had made him wear the semblance of evil. His sinister form was dissolving; but what was to be iiis identity when finally he stood before her restored and perfect? If he were not the thief whom she had struggled so to shield why, then he was that very strength of law and right which, for his *ake. she had be­ trayed sat up quickened with humilia­ tion. The thing was not a tragedy, it was a grotesque. Blushing more and more crimson, struggling with strange mingled crying and laughter, she slipped out of the bed. and, still in her night-gown, ran down the hall, and knocked on Mrs. Herrick's door, un­ til the dismayed lady opened it. "I thought it was he," Flora gasped. "I thought It was he who had taken the ring! Why didn't he tell me? Why did he keep it secret? I would done anything to have saved it for bim, and I let Harry get it! Oh. isn't it cruel? Isn't it pitiful? Isn't it ri­ diculous?" Mrs. Herrick. who. for thb last 36 hours, had so departed from her cur­ riculum of safety, and courageously met many strange appearances, now Was to hear stranger facts. For Flora hud let go completely, and Mrs. Her­ rick, without hinting at hysterics, lQt her laugh, let her cry, let her tell piece by piece, as she could, the story of the two men, from the night when Kerr had spoken so strangely at the club on the virtues of thieves to the moment when, in the willow walk, they discovered that the Jewel gone. Clara's part in the affair, and the price she had exacted, even in this unnerved moment. Flora's in­ stinct withheld, to save Mrs. Herrick the last cruelest touch. But for the rest--she let Mrs. Herrick have it all --and under the shadow of the grim facts the twp women clung together, as if to make sure of their own identi­ ties. "I don't even know who he is." Flora said faintly. Mrs. Herrick gave her a quick glance. She had not a moment's hes­ itation as to whom the "he" meant. "You will have to ask him when he comes." "Do you thick he will come back?" Mrs. Herrick had the heart to smile. "Bat think of what 1 have done. I have lost him tho sapphire, and he loves it--loves it as much as he does me." Again the glance. "Did he tell you that?" Flora nodded. The other seemed Intently to consider. "He will come back," "he declared. Upheld by her friend's assurance, Flora found the endurance necessary to spend the day, an empty, stagnant day, In moving about a house and garden where a few hours ago^ had passed such a storm of events. She reviewed them, lived them over again, but without taking account of them. Her mind, that had •srork.sd so sharply, was now in abeyance. She lived in emotion, but with a tantalizing sense of something unexplained which her understanding had not the power to reach out to and grasp. For ft, day more she existed under the same roof with Clara, for Clara staye^ on. At first it seemed to Flora extraord­ inary that she dared, but presently It began to appear how much more ex­ traordinary it would have been if Clara had promptly fled. By waiting a discreet length of time, as if noth­ ing had happened, she put herself in­ dubitably on the right side of things. Indeed, when one thought, had she ever been legally off it? That was the very horror. Clara had simply turned the situation over and seen its market value, and how enormously she had made it pay! Flora herself had paid; and she had seen the evidence that Harry had paid, paid for his poor little hour of escape which a mere murderer might have granted him in pity. Yet Clara could Walk beside them, meet them at dinner with the same smooth face, chat upon the terrace with the unsus­ pecting Mrs. Herrick, and even face Flora in a security which had the ap­ pearance of serenity, since she kne^ that nothing ever would be told. At every turn in the day's business Flora kept meeting that placid pres­ ence?; and it was not until the end of the day that she met it primed for de­ parture. Flora was with Mrs. Her­ rick. and Clara, coming to seek them out, had an air of casual farewell. The small, sweet smile she presented be­ hind her misty veil, the delicate white-gloved hand she offered were symbols of enduring friendship, as If she were leaving them only for a few hours; as if, when Flora returned to town, she would find Clara waiting for them in the house. But Flora knew it was only tiara's wonderful way. Thi/ uprising and departure were her last. Now all her waiting was for Kerr's returning. She did not know how she should face him, but she wanted him. A telegram came an hour before him, came to Mr3. Herrick announcing him; and then himself, driven up on the high seat of the cart, just as daylight was closing. She and Mrs. Herrick had walked half way out toward the rose garden; and, seeing them there, he stopped the cart in the drive, leap­ ed down and ran across the grass. Roth hurried to meet him. The three encountered like friends, like intimates, with hand-clasps and hur­ ried glances searching each other's faces. "Did you save it?" Flora asked. He looked at Mrs. Herrick, hesitat­ ing. "You can tell, she knows," Flora as­ sured him. "No. I haven't saved it--not so far," he said. He had taken off his hat and the strong light showed on his face lines of fatigue and anxiety. "He gave me the slip -no trace or him. No one saw him come into the city; nothing turned up in the goldsmith's shop. His friend, the blue-eyed Chinaman, has dropped out of sight. I haven't made it public," he glanced at Flora--"but our men think he's gone by the water route--Lord knows in what or where! He must have had this planned for days." He didn't look at Flora now. He turned his communication carefully on Mrs. Her­ rick. "There were seven vessels sailed that day, and all were search­ ed; but there are ways of smuggling opium, and why not men?" They were walking toward the house. Kerr looked up at the window where, a short time before, Clara's face had looked down upon the con­ fusion in the garden. "Is that paid woman still here?" "Oh, no; she's gone." Flora looked at him warningly. But Mrs. Herrick had caught his tone. "Why shouldn't she be?" she demanded with delicate asperity. Kerr had dropped his monocle. "Be­ cause, in common decency, she couldn't. She sold Cressy to me for a good round sum." Flora and Mrs. Hferrick exchanged a look of horror. "I'd suspected him," said Kerr. "I knew where I'd seen him but I couldn't be sure of his identity till she showed me the picture."' "What picture?" cried Flora. "The picture Buller mentioned at the club that night; Farrell Wand, boarding the Loch Ettive. Don't you remember?" He spoke gently, as if afraid that a hasty phrase In such connection might do her harm. Now, when he saw how white she looked, he steadied bar with his arm. "We )\ mz I® 111 t '4 If ^ U tu ill-it:.'.- \£lff • I up/; i $ Across the Top in Thick Black Type Ran the Figures $20,000. won't talk of this business any more," he said. "But 1 must talk of it," Flora in­ sisted tremblingly. "I don't even know what you are." For the first time he showed apolo­ getic. He looked from one to the other with a sort of helpless sim­ plicity. "Why, I'm Chatworth--I'm Crew; I'm the chap that owns the confound­ ed thing!" To see him stand there, announced In that name, gave the tragic farce its last touch. Flora had an instant of panic when flight seemed the solu­ tion. It took all her courage to keep her there, facing him, watching, ^s if from afar off, Mrs. Herrick's acknowl­ edgment of the informal introduction. "I came here, quietly," he was say­ ing, "so as to get at it without mak­ ing a row. Only Purdie, good man! knew--and he's been wondering all along why I've held so heavy a hand on him. We'll have to lunch with them again, eh?" He turned and looked at Flora. "And make all those explanations necessitated by this lady's wonderful sense of honor." It was here, somewhere in the neighborhood of this sentence of doubtful meaning, that Mrs. Herrick left them. In looking back, Flora could never , recall the exact moment of the departure. But when she raised her eyes from the grass where they had been fixed for what seemed to her eternity she found only Kerr-- no, Chatworth--standing there, look­ ing at her with a grave face. "Eh?" he said, "and what about that honor of yours? What shall we say about it, now that the sapphire's gone and no longer In our way?" She was breathing quick to keep from crying. "I told you that day at the restaurant." "Yes, yes; you told me why you kept the sapphire from me, but"--he hung fire, then fetched it out with an effort--"why did you take it in the first place?" She looked at him In clear astonish­ ment. "I didn't know what it was." "You didn't!" It seemed to Flora the whole situa­ tion was turning exactly inside out. The light thai was breaking upon her was more than she could bear. "Oh," she wailed, "you couldn't have thought I meant to take it!" "Then if you didu't," he burst out, "why, when I told you what it was, didn't you give it to me?" The cruel comic muse, who makes our serious suffering ridiculous, had drawn aside the last curtain. Flora felt the laughter rising in her throat, the tears in her eyes. "You guessed who 1 was," he in­ sisted, advancing, "at least what I represented." She hid her face in her hands, and her voice dropped, tiny, into the still­ ness. "I guessed you were Farrell Ward." CHAPTER XXV. The Last Enchantment. The tallest eucalyptus top was all of the garden that was touched with sun when Flora came out of the house in the morning. She stood a space looking at that little cone of bright­ ness far above all the other trees, swaying on the delicate sky. It was not higher lifted nor brighter burn­ ished than her spirit then. Shorn of her locket chain, her golden pouch, free of her fears, she poised looking over the garden. Then with a leap Bhe went from the veranda to the grass and. regardless of dew, skimmed the lawn for the fountain and the rose garden. There she saw him--the one man already awaiting her. He stood back to back with a mossy nymph languish­ ing on her pedestal, and Flora hoped by running softly to steal up behind liim, and mace of the helpless marble 'ady a buffer between their greetings, j But either she underestimated the# nymph's bulk, or forgot how invaria- J bly direct was the man's attack; for > turning and seeing tyer, without any | circumvention, with one sweep of his long arm, he included the statue in his grasp of her. With a laugh of triumph he drew her out of her con- cealmenL To her the splendor of skies and trees and morning light melted into that wonderful moment. For the first time in weary days she had all to gi ve, nothing to fear or withhold. She was at peace. She was ready to stop, to stand here in her life for always--here in the glowing garden with him, and their youth. But he was impatient. He did not want to loiter in the morning. He was hot to hurry on out of the present which was so mysterious, so untried to her, as if these ecstasies had no mystery to him but their complete fulfilment. He filled her with a trembling prem­ onition of the undreamed-of things that were waiting for her in the long aisle of life. "Come, speak," he urged, as they paced around the fountain. "When am I to take you away?" She hung back in fear of her very eagerness to go, to plunge head over ears into life in a strange country with a stranger. "Next month," she ventured. "Next month! why not next week? why not to-morrow?" he declared with confidence. "Who is to say no? I am the head of my house and you have no one but me. To be sure, there is Mrs. Herrick--excellent wom­ an. But she has her own daughters to look out for, and," he added slyly, "much as she thinks of you, I doubt if she thinks you a good example for them. As for that other, as for the paid woman--" "Oh, hush, hush!" Flora cried, hurt with a certain hardness in his voice; "I don't want to see her. I shall never go near her! And Harry--" "1 wasn't going to spea^ of him," said Chatworth, quickly. "I know," she answered, "but do you mind my speaking of him?" They had sat down on the broad lip of the fountain basin. He was looking at her intently. "It is strange," she said, "but in spite of his doing this terrible thing I can't feel that he him­ self is terrible--like Clara." "And yet," he answered in a grave voice, "I would rather you did." She turned a troubled face. "And have you forgotten what you said the first uight I met you? You said it doesn't matter what a man is, even if he's a thief, as long as he's a good one " At this he laughed a little grudg­ ingly. "Oh. I don't go back on that, but I was looking through the great impartial eye of the universe. Where­ as a man may be good of his kind, he's only good In his kind. Tip out a cat among canaries and see what happens. My dear girl, we were the veriest birds in his paws! And no­ tice that it isn't moral law--it's in­ stinct. We recognize by scent before we see the shape. You never knew him. You never could. And you never trusted him." "But," she interrupted eagerly, "1 would have done anything for you when I thought you were a thief." "Anything?" he caught ber up with laughter. "Oh. yes, anything to haul me over the dead line on to your side. That was the very point you made. That was where you would have dropped me--if I had stuck by my kind, as you thought it, and not come over to yours." She saw herself fairly caught. She heard her mental process stated to perfection. • "But if you hadn't felt all along I was your kind, if you hadn't had an idea that I was a stray from the orig­ inal fold, you would never have want­ ed to go in for me," he explained it. Flora had her doubts about the truth of t'^s. For a time she had been certain of his belonging to the lawless other fold, and at times she would have gone with him in spite of It, but this last knowledge she with­ held. She withheld it because she could make out now, that, for all his seeming wildness, he had no lawless instincts in himself. Generations of great doing and great mixing among men had created him, a creature per­ fectly uuiurai and therefore eccen­ tric; but the same generations had handed down from father to .on the law-abiding instinct of the rulers of the people. He could be careless of the law. He was strong in it. In his own mind he and the law were one. T~'s perception of the relations of life wa<< so complete that he had no further use for the written law; and Parreli Wand's was so limited that he had never found the use for it. Lawless both; but--tfie two extremes. Tbey might seem to meet--but be­ tween those two extremes, between a Chatworth and a Farrell Wand--why, there was all the world's experience between! She raised her eyes and smiled at him in thinking of H. but the cmile faltered and she drew away. They were about to be disturbed. Beyond the rose branches far down the drive she saw a figure moving toward them at a slow, uncertain pace, looking to and fro. "See, there's some one ;omlng." "Oh, the gardener!" he said as one would say "Oh. fiddlesticks!" The gardener had been her first thought. But now she rose uneasily, sincc she saw it was not he, asking herself: "Who else, at such an hour?" By this time Chatworth, still seated, had caught sight of it "Hello," he said, "what sort of a thing is that?" It was a short, shabby, nondescript little figure, shuffling rapidly along the winding walk between the rose bushes. Now they saw the top of his round black felt hat. Now only a twinkling pair of legs. Now, around the last clump of bushes he appeared full length, and, suddenly dropping his businesslike shuffle, approached them at languid walk. Flora grasped Chatworth's arm In nervous terror. "Tell him to go," she whispered; "make him go away " The blue-eyed Chinaman was plant­ ed before them stolidly, with the curious blind look of his guarded eyes blinking in his withered face. He wore for the first time the blouse of his people, and his hands v/ere folded in his sleeves. "Who's this?** said Chatworth, ap­ pealing to Flora. At this the Chinaman spoke. "Mr. Crew," he croaked. The Englishman, looking from the Oriental to Flora, still demanded ex­ planations with expostulating gesture. "It is the one who sold us the sap­ phire," she whispered; and "Oh, what does he want of you?" "Eh?" said Chatworth, interrogating the goldsmith with his monocle. "What do you want?" The little man finished his long, and, what had seemed his blind, stare; then dived into his sleeve. He drew forth a crumpled thing which- seemed to be a pellet and this he proceeded to unfold. Flora crept cautiously for­ ward, loath to come near, but curi­ ous, and saw him spread out and hold up a roughly-torn triangle of news­ paper. She gave a cry at sight of it. Across the top in thick black type ran the figures |20,000. Chatworth pointed a stern fore­ finger. "What is it?" he said, though by his tone he knew. The Chinaman also pointed at It, but cautious and apologetic. "Twenty thousand dollar. You likee twenty thousand dollar?" He waited a mo­ ment. Then, with a glimmer as of re­ turning sight, presented the alterna­ tive. "You likee god?--little Joss?-- come so?" And with his finger he traced in the air a curve of such deli­ cate accuracy that the Englishman with an exclamation made a step to­ ward him But the Chinaman did not move. "Twenty thousand dollar," he stated. It sounded an impersonal state­ ment, but nevertheless It was quite evident this time to whom it applied. The Englishman measured off his words slowly as If to an incomplete understanding, which Flora was aware was all too miraculously quick. "This little Kod, this ring--do you know where it is? Can you take me to it?" The goldsmith nodded emphatically at each word, but when all was said he only reiterated, "Twenty theusand dollar." Chatworth gave Flora an almost shamefaced glance, and she saw with a curious twinge of jealousy that he was intensely ex,cited. "Might as well have a pot-shot at It," he said; and sitting down on tho edge of the fountain and taking' out his check­ book, rested it on his knee and wrote. Then he rose: he held up the fllled-in slip before the Chinaman's eyes. "Here," he said, "twenty thousand dollars." He held the paper well out of the little man's reach. "Now," he challenged, "tell me where It is?" Into the goldsmith's eyes came a lightning flash of intelligence, such as Mora remembered to have seen there when Farrell Wand, leaning on the dusty counter, had bidden h|jn go and bring something pretty. He seemed to quiver a moment in indecision. Then he whipped his hand out of his sleeve and held it forth palm upward. i IPP th f •/ 1 This time it w as Chatworth who cried out The thing that lay on the gold smith's palm Flora had never seen though once it had been described t her--" a bit of an old gold heathen god, curled around himself, with hi head of two yellow sapphires and big blue Btone on top." There it hlnTer} at her, the jew? she Lad carried in her bosom, tha she had hidden in her pouch of gold and that had vanished from it at th^ touch of a magic hand, now cunningly restored to its right place iu ine tore- head of the Crew Idol, crowning hira with living light. Speechless they looked together at the magic thing. They had thought it far at sea; and as it at i wave of a genii's wand it was here before there flashing in the quiet garden. With an effort Chatworth seemed to keep himself from seizing on ring and man together. He looked search- ingly at the goldsmith and seemed on the point of asking a question, but, instead, he slowly held out his hand. He held it out cup-fashion. It shook so that Flora saw the Chinaman steady it to drop in the ring. Then, folding his check miraculously small, enveloping it in the ragged piece or newspaper, the little man turned and shuffled from them down the gravel walk. Chatworth stood staring .after him with his idol in his palm. Then, turn­ ing slow eyes to Flora, "How did he come by this?" he asked, as sternly as if he demanded it of the mystery it self "He had it, from the very first." The nieces of the puzzle were flashing together in Flora's mind. "That first time Harry left the exhibit he took it there." "But the blue sapphire?" Chatworth Insisted. "Harry," Flora whispered, "Harry gave it up to him." • "Gave It 'up to him!" Chatworth echoed In scorn. But she had had an inspiration of understanding. "He had to--for money to get off with. He gave Clara 'all he had so that she would let him get away. Poor thing!" she added in a lower breath, but Chatworth did not hear her. He had taken the Idol in his thumb and finger, and, holding it up in the broadening light, looked fixedly at it with the passionate in­ credulity with which one might hold and look at a friend thought dead. She watched him with her jealous pang Increasing to a greater feeling-- a feeling of being separated from him by this jewel which he loved, and which had grown to seem hateful to her, which had shown itself a breeder of all the greedy passions. She came softly up to him, and, lifting her hand, covered the Idol. He turned toward her in wonder. "Ah, you love It too much," she whispered. "That's unworthy of you," he re­ proached her. "I have loved you more; and that in spite of what 1 believed of you, and what this means to me. To me, this ring is not a pretty thing seen yesterday. It is the symbol of my family. It is the power and pride of us, which our women have worn on their hands as they have worn our honor in their hearts. It is part of the life of my people; and now it has made itself part of our life, of yours aud mine. Shall I ever forget how starkly you held it for the sake of my honor, even against myself? Should I ever have known you without It?" He put the ring into her hand, and, smil­ ing with his old dare, held it over the fountain. "Now, if you want to, drop it in." He released her hand and turned to leave her to her will. For a moment she stood with power in her hands and her eyes on his averted head. Then with a little rush she crossed the space between them. "Here, take it! You love it! I want you to keep it! but I can't for­ get the dreadful things it has made people do. It makes me afraid." In spite of his smiling he seemed to her very grave. "You dear, silly child! The whole storm and troubU of life comes from things being in the wrong place. This has been In the wrong place and made mischief." "Like me," she murmured. "Like you," he agreed. "Now we shall be as we should be. Give me your hand." He drew off all the rings with which she had once tried to dim the sparkle of the sapphire, and. drop ping them into his pocket like so much dross, slipped on the Idol that covered her third finger in a splendid bar from knuckle to joint. Holding her by just the tip of that finger, lean inp; back a little, lie looked into her | t*yes, and she. looking back, knew that ! i t wedded them once for all. Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound Ow "T ^vas troubled with fall ig ,ii ammation, and the doc- . i * *>rs said I could not well unless X d an operation, mewl could not mi the strata of s, so £ •wret'3 t« u sometime ajo [>ut my and you to ld me •:at to do. After faking Lydia a Pinklissi's IKK", i jL!»w WUipvciUU A11VI J.Blood Purifiler I aaa to-day a well woman."--Mr p. 'Wty.t.tah: Ahukns, fe*s TV. 21 St St., Chicago, llLv Lydia E. 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THE OLDEST FUR HOUSE 10 MEIM JOSEPH ULLMANN, 18-20-22 West 20th Street iawYoi* Branch EattblUbmentg under SAUI NAME *t LE!P2!fl, LONDun, fAKlS, Gerniany En#l«»d fttact Buying and eelltag representative* ta all Im­ portant Fur Market* of the World, distributing each article where beet results ere obtained, ea- able us to pay highest market prices tor raw furs at a'.l tiroes. Our Rrw Fnr 8htpi>tng Tags, etc.. Will be Rent to any add res* on iwqoest. Bfferpnoes: Any Mereanttte Agency PLEASE MENTION THIS PAPER WHIN AtiSV Iowa and Wisconsin Shippers, please send ttooda to Joseph UUmjLnn, IU-1&IB. Srd Paul.Uinm. mm BABY'S GIFT FROM HIS PAPA Inheritance for '.Vhlch Mother Did Not 8wm to Be In Any Great Degree Thankful. Richard Hardtag Davie, ai a ball game In Philadelphia, praised the voices of the young undergrad­ uates shouting their weird oeUece yells. "It makes me think of a Locuet street bride," said Mr. Davis, smiling. "She turned to her husband one night at dinner and remarked: " 'My dear, the first time I saw you was at Franklin Field. Your head was thrown back, your mouth wide open and your face was very red-- you were yelling your college yell/ " 'Yes, I remember,' said the young man. " 'And I noticed,' she continued, 'what a remarkable voice you had.' " 'Yes, you spoke of It at the time,' said he. 'But what makes you think of it now?' " 'Oh, nothing,' said the bride. 'Only I wish the baby hadn't lnherite4 it. That's all.'" Reason for 8trange Names. A little colored girl appeared on one of the city playgrounds the other day, accompanied by two pickanin­ nies, who, she explained, were cousins of hers, visitors In Newark. "What are their names," asked the young woman in charge of the playground. "Aida Overture Johnson and Lucia Sextette Johnson," the girl answered. "You see their papa used to work for a opera man." Newark News. Only on Great Occasions. " How are you, Mr. Tyte-Physt? I hope there Is nothing wrong with that set of teeth I made for you a few weeks ago." "No, they're all right; but, great Soott, Doc, I paid you $30 for them teeth You don't s'pose I'm going to wear 'em for everyday use, do youf" E N D T H E Killing Two Birds. a neatly dressed woman rushed into a Euclid avenue grocery yesterday and priced the different sizes of pots 'of baked beans that the grocery keeps [put up hot ready to takt home and serve. • I £uess the small site will do," she said, hesitating. "How many do you desire to serve?" inquired the clerk, ready to artNise. "Oh, I'm not buying them to serve," the customer replied. "Of course I shall use them, but- I'm getting them to keep my hands warm on the car. I came away lrom home without either mufT or mittens/'--Cleveland I*latn Dealer Novelty In London Club Life. The fact that in all existing clubs it is against the rule to use the premises for business purposes has suggested the formation of a new club to com­ bine business with social facilities The proprietors of the institution, the premises of which are in Piccadilly, have called it the London club. In addition to the ordinary cluh rooms there will be a "business recep­ tion room." where members can dis cuss business with each other. Boards will occupy the wall space, on which, by permission of the secretary, the details of business propositions in which members desire co-operation will be displayed.--London Evening Standard. Sweetest Success. "What's the sweetest kind of 'That which you achieve by acting contrary to the advice of your friends.** C« Don't Argufy ft A single dish of Post Toasties with sugar and cream tells the whole story "The Memory Lingers" rodaa Cer»*I Coapeoj, lid. BATU* Creek, KLOH.