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Mrs. Wrandall starts back for New York In an auto during a blinding snow storm. On the way she meets a young woman in the road who prove* to be the woman •Who killed Wrandall. Feeling that the *irl had done her a service in ridding her Of the man who though she loved him. deeply, had caused her great sorrow. Mrs. Wrandall determines to shield her *»d takes her to her own home. Mrs- Wrandall hears the story of Hetty Cas- "tleton's life, except that portion that re­ lates to Wrandall. This and the story of <he tragftdj" sh« forbids the girl ever to tell. She offers l4*ttv a home, friendship *nd security from *»>er11 on account of the tragedy. Mrs. Sara Wrandall and Hetty «ttend the funeral of Challls Wrandall at th? home of his parents. Sara VS randall «r<1 Ketty return to New York after an •tierce of a year in Europe. I>3lie ^WrandaH. brother of Challis, makes him- aelf useful to Sara and becomes «yre» Jy interested in Hettv. Sara sees In Les­ lie's infatuation possibility for revenge pn the Wrandalls and reparation for the •wrongs sli« suffered at the hands or Challis Wrandall by marrying his mur­ deress Into the family. Leslie, in com­ pany with his friend Brandon Booth, an artist, visits Sara "at her country Place. Tieslle confesses to Sara that he is madlv 1n love with Hetty. Sara arranges with Booth to paint a picture of Hetty. Booth lias a haunting feeling that he has seen Hettv before. Looking through a port­ folio of pictures by an unknown English artist he finds one of Hettv. He speaks •to her about it. Hetty declares U must tie a picture of Hetty Glynn, an English actress, who resembles her very much. Tieslle Wrandall becomes Impatient ana Jealous over the picture painting ann ae- «lares he is going to propose to Hetty at the first opportunity. Much to his cna- ftrln Leslie is refused by Hetty. Bara, oetween whom and Hetty a strong mu­ tual afTectlon has grown up. tries to per­ suade the girl that she should not let the tragedy prevent her from marrying. CHAPTER XI .--Continued. s, "You do know it, don't jwkf he Irent on. "I--God knows I dont want you to tore me. I neTer meant that yon should--" she was saying, as if to herself. -•* "I suppose IV* hopeless," he eald dumbly, as her voice trailed off in a t whisper. ft "Yes. It Is utterly hopeless," she ^•fgid, and Bhe was white »to the lips. "I--I sha'n't say anything more," •aid he. "Of coarse, I understand (tow it is. There's some one else. Only I want you to know that I love you with all my soul, Hetty. I--I don't we how I'm going to get on without 1 you. But I--I wont distress you, ' dear." "There isn't anyone else, Brandon," «he said in a very low voice. Her fin-, gers tightened on his In a sort of des­ peration. "I know what you are think­ ing. It isn't Leslie. It never can be Leslie." \ f? "Then--then--" he stammered, the Wood surging back into his heart-- •"there may be a chance--" "No, no!" she cried, almost v«he- | ^nently. "I can't let you go on hoping. rlJK i* wrong--so terribly wrong. You Miust forget me. You must--" . He seised her other hand and held tfcem both firmly, masterfully. "See here, my--look at me. dearest! .; What is wrong? Tell me! You are '̂ ^nhappy. Don't be afraid to tell me. 1 Ipou--you do love me?" , . .. - She drew a long breath through her " hell-cloned lip* Her eyes darkened r wiitb pa)n. ^ • - "No. I don't Jove you. Oh. I am ' '%0t sorry to have given yoti---" t%^He was almost radiant "Tell me tike truth." he cried triumphantly. "Don't hold anything back, darling. , If there Is anything troubling you, let toe shoulder it I can--I will do any­ thing in the world for you. Listen: . I know there's a mystery somewhere. j. havti felt It about you always. I . ihave seen it in your eyes, I have ai­ rways sensed it stealing over me when I'm with you--this strange, bewilder- ,ylng atmosphere of--" ^ " H u s h ! Y o u m u s t n o t s a y a n y t h i n g viljftore," she cried out "I cannot love , jfrou. There is nothing more to be .V«aid." * "But I knot it abw. You do love ' fee. I could shout it to--" The mis- •^rable, whipped expression in her eyes Checked this outburst He was struck by it, even dismayed. "My dearest <jyne, my k>ve," he said, with infinite Jtendernes^, "what is it? Tell me?" ' -0\ He drev^j he^ ^to hiiQ^ ^His arig went " • llihout her shoulders. The final thrill h f ' j ' 9'tome Day You Will Tell M*~-Cvery- W ' thlagr* 7S" ...ivtpf ecstasy bounded through his veins. »jfThe feel of her! The wonderful, |liubtle, feminine feel of her! His ^wjhrain reeled in a new and vast -whirl pt Intoxication. She sat there very still and unre- VjpplsUng,"her hand to her lips, uttering word, scarcely breathing. He wait- ' 'VU gave her time. Aftfer a little E^'e her fingers 6trayed to the crown i her limp, rakish panama. The»y v^gfound the single hatpin and drew It wr smiled as he pushed the hut "' <yW"»way and then pressed her dark little ' ;^3head against his breast. Her blu« gftsyes were swimming. "Just this once, Just this once," she anfuirnuffg » fob in lu« v«|o% Her hand stole upward and caresaed, his brown cheek and throat Tears of Joy started in his eyes--tears of ex­ quisite delight. "Good God, Hetty, I--I cant do without you,' he whispered, shaken by his passion. "Nothing can come between us. I must have you always like this." "Che sara, sara," she sighed, like the breath of the summer wind as It sings in the trees. The minute© passed and neither spoke. His rapt gaze hung Upon the glossy crown that pressed against him so gently. He "could not see her eyes, but somehow he felt they were tightly shut, as if in pain. "I love you, Hetty;- Nothing can matter," he whispered at last "Tell mo what it is." She lifted her head and gently with­ drew herself from his embrace. He did not oppose her, noting the serious, almost somber look in her eyes as She turned to regard him steadfastly, an unwavering integrity of purpose in their depths. She had made up her mind to tell him a part of the truth. "Brandon, I am Hetty Glynn." He started, not so much in surprise as at the abruptness with which she made the announcement "I have been sure of it dear, from the beginning," he said quietly. Then her tongue was loosed. The words rushed to her lips. "I was Hawkright's model for elx months. I poeed for all those studies, and for the big canvas in the academy. It was either that or starvation. Oh. you will hafcs nae--you must hate me." He laid hiB hand on her hair, a calm smile on his lips. "I cant love and hate at the same time," he said. There was nothing wrong In what you did for Hawkright. I am a paint­ er, you know. I understand. Does-- does Mrs. Wrandall know all this?" Yes--everything. She knows and understands. She Is an angel, Bran­ don, an angel from heaven. But," she burst forth, "I am not altogether a sham. I am the daughter of Colonel Castleton, and I am cousin of all the Murgatroyds--the poor relation. It lsnt as if I were the soum of the earth, is it? I am a Castleton, My father comes of a noble family. And, Brandon, the only thing I've ever done in my life that I am really ashamed of is the deception I practiced on you when you brought that magazine to me and faced me with it I did not lie to you. I simply let you believe I Was not the--the person you thought was. But-I deceived you--" "No, you did not deceive me," .he" said gently. "I read the truth in your dear eyes." There are other things, too. 1 shall not speak of them, except to repeat that I have not done anything else in my life that I should be ashamed Of." Her eyes were burning with ear­ nestness. He could not hut understand what she meant iixi he stroked her hair. "I am sure of that" he said. My mother was Kitty Glynn, the actress. My father, a younger son, fell in love with her. They were mar­ ried against the wishes of his father, who cut him off. He was in the serv­ ice, and he was brave enough to stick. They went to one of the South Afri­ can garrisons, and I was horn there. Then to India. Then back to London, where an aunt had died, leaving my father quite a conifortable fortune. But his old friends would have noth­ ing to do with him. He had lived-- well, he had made life a hell for my mother in those frontier posts. He de­ serted us in the end, after he had squandered the fortune. My mother made no effort to compel him to pro­ vide for her or for me. She was proud. She was hurt Today he is in India, still in the service, a mar­ tinet with a record for bravery on the field of battle that cannot be taken from him, no matter what else may befall. I h«pr from him once or twice a year. That is all I can tell you about him. My mother died three years ago, after two years of invalid­ ism. During those years I tried to repay her for the sacrifice she had made fn giving me the education, the--" She choked up for a second, and then went bravely on. "Her old manager made a place for me in one of his companies. I took my mother's name, Hetty Glynn, and--well, for a season and a half 1 was in the chorus. I could not stay there? I could not," she repeated with a ehuddcr. "I gave it up after my mother's death. I was fairly well equipped for work as a children's governess, so I engaged my­ self to--* * She stopped in dismay, tor he was laughing. t "And now do you know what I think of you, Miss Hetty Glynn?" he cried, seising her bands and regarding her with a serious, steadfast gleam in his eyes. "You are the pluckiest, sandiest girl I've ever known. You are the kind that heroines are made of. Thei*e is nothing in what you've told me that could in the least alter my regard for you, except to Increase the love I thought could be no stronger. Will you marry me, Hetty?" She Jerked her hands away, and held them clenched against her breast "No! I cannot It is impossible, Brandon. If I loved you less than I do, I might eay yes, hut--no, it is im possible." His eyes narrowed. A gray shadow crept over his face. "There can be only one obstacle so serious as all that" he said slowly "You--you are already married." "No!' she cried, lifting her pathetic eyes to his. "It isn't that Oh, please be good to me! Don't ask me to say anything more. Don't make it hard for me, Brandon. I love you--I love you. To be your wife would be the most glorious--No, no! I must not even think of it, I must put it out of my mind. There is a barrier, dear- ««(.<. W* canart wnmiBt it. . Bm'i ask me to tell you, for I cannot I--I am so happy in knowing that you love mfe, and that you still love me after I have told you how mean and shame­ less I was In deceiving--" He drew her close and kissed her full on the trembling lips. She gasped and closed her eyes, lying like one in a swoon. Soft, moaning sounds came from her lips. He could not help feel­ ing a vast pity for her, she was so gentle, §o miserably hurt by some­ thing he could not understand, but knew to be monumental in its power to oppress. ' x ^ "Listen, dearest]" he said, after a long silence; "I understand this mucht at least: you cant talk about it now. Whatever it is, it hurts, and God knows I don't want to make it worse for you in this hour when I am so selfishly happy. Time w£H show us the way. It can't be insurmountable. Love always triumphs. I only ask you to repeat those three little wordB, iuid I will he content. Say them." "I love you." she murmured. "There! You are mine!- Three little words'bind you to me forever. I will wait until the harrier is down. Then I will take yo;u." "The barrier grows stronger every day," she said, staring out beyond the tree-tops at the scudding clouds. "It never can be removed.' "Some day you will tell me--every­ thing?" She hesitated long. "Yes, before God, Brandon, I will tell you. Not now, but--some day. Then you will see why--why I cannot--" She could not oomplete the sentence. "I don't believe there !s anything you can tell me that will alter jay feelings toward you," he said firmly. "The barrier may be insurmountable, but my love is everlasting." "I can only thank you, dear, and-- love you with all my wretched heart" "You ane aot pledge! to same one else?" "No." 'That's all 1 want to know," he said, with a deep breath. "I thought it might be--Leslie." "No, no!" she cried out, and he caught a note of horror In her voice. "Does he know this --• this thing you cant tell me?" he demand­ ed, a harsh note of jealousy In his voice. She looked at him, hurt by his tone. "Sara knows." she said. "There la 'She Doesn't Seem Especially Over- Joyed te See Me." no one else. But you are not to Ques­ tion her. I demand it of you." 'I will wait for you to tell, ma," he said gently. .;v,%: CHAPTER X9. . 8sra Wrandall Finds the Truth. Sara had kept the three Wrandalls over for luncheon, 'My dear," said Mrs. Redmond Wrandall, as she stood before Hetty's portrait at the end of the long living- room. "I must say that Brandon has succeeded in catching that lovely little something that makes her so--what shall I Bay?--so mysterious? Is that what I want? The word is as elusive as the expression." 'Bubtle is the word you want, mother," Said Vivian, standing beside Leslie, tall, slim and Aristocratic, her, hands behind her back, her manner one of absolute indifference. Vivian was more than handsomer ahe was striking. * . v -- "There itsu'i anything subtla about Hetty," said Sara, with a laugh. "She's quite ingenuous." Leslie was pulling at his mustache, and frowning slightly. The sunburn on his nose and forehead had begun to peel off in chappy little flakes. "Ripping likeness, though," was his comment "Oh, perfect," said his mother. "Really wonderfuL- It will make Bran* don famous." "She's so healthy-lpokuig,"" Said Vivian. , i "English," remarked Leslie, •• If that covered everything. "Nonsense," cried the elder Mrs. Wrandall, lifting her lorgnette again. "Pure, honest, unmixed blood, that's what it is. There is birth in that girl's face." "You're always talking about birth, mother," said her son sourly, as he ttfrned away. "It's a goo'd thing to have," said his mother with conviction. "It's an easy thing to get ill Amer­ ica," said he, pulling out his digarette case. It was then that Sara prevailed upon them to stop for luncheon. "Hetty al­ ways takes these long walks in the morning, and ehe will be disappointed If she finds you haven't waited--" . "Oh, as for that--" began Leslie and stopped, but he. could not have been more lucid if h« had uttered the sen­ tence in full. , "Wfcjr didirt you jplek her up aad bring her home with yon?"- asked Sara, as they moved off In the direction of the porch. "She seemed to be taking Brandy out for his morning exercise," said he surlily. ' "Far be It from me to-- Umph!" Sara repressed the start of suyprtee. She thought Hetty was Alone. "She will bring him in for luncheon, I Buppose," she said carelessly, al­ though there was a slight contraction of the eyelids, "lie la a privileged character." It was long past the luncheon hour when Hetty came in, flushed and wartn. She was alone, and she had been walking rapidly. "Oh, I'm sorry to be so Jat0," she apologized, darting a look x>t anxiety at Sara. "We grew careless with time. Am I shockingly late?" She Was shaking hands with Mrs. Redmond Wrandall as she spoke. Les­ lie and Vivian stood by, rigidly await­ ing their turn. Neither appeared to be especially cordial. "What is the passing of an hour, my dear," said the old lady, "to one who is young and cao spare it?" "I did not expect you--I mean to say, nothing was said about luncheon, was there, Sara?" She was in a pretty state of confusion. "No," said Leslie, breaking In; "we hutted in, that's all. How are you ?" He clasped her hand and bent oVer it She was regarding him with slightly dilated eyes. He misinterpreted the steady scrutiny. "Oh, it will all peel off In a day or two," he explained, go­ ing a shade Redder. "When did you return?" she ashed. "I thought tomorrow Was--" < "Leslie never has any tomorrows. Miss Castleton," explained Vivian. "He always does tomorrow's work today. That's why he never has any troubles ahead of him." ' "What rot!" exclaimed Leslie. "Where is Mr. Booth?" inquired Sara. "Wouldn't he come In, Hetty V* "I--I didn't think to ask him to stop for luncheon,' she replied, and then hurried off to her room to herself presentable. , Hetty was in a state of nervous ex­ citement during the luncheon. The encounter with Booth had not resulted at all as she had fancied it would. She had betrayed herself in a most discon­ certing manner, and now was mora deeply involved than ever before. She had been determined at the outset she had failed, and now he had a claim--an Incontestable claim against her. She found it difficult to meet Sara's steady, questioning gaze. She wanted to be alone. After luncheon, Leslie dnpr Bara aside, "I must say she doesn't seem espe­ cially overjoyed to see , me," he growled. "She's as cool as io** "What do you expect, Leslie r* ehe demanded with some asperity. "I cant stand this much longer, Sara," he said. "Don't you see how things are going? She's loflng her heart to Booth." ^ ' ^ ; - "I don't see how ««*•«•» prevent it" "By gad, I'll have another try at it--tonight I say, has she said--anyr thing?" "She pities you," she said, a ma-* licioue Joy in her soul. "That's akin to something else, yoil know." "Confound It all, I don't want to bo pitied!" "Then I'd advise you to deter your 'try* at it" she remarked. "I'm mad about her, Sara. I can't sleep, I can't think, I can't--yes, I can eat, but It doesn't taste right to me. I've just got to have It settled. Why, people are beginning to notice the change in me. They say all sorts of things. About my liver, and all that sort of thing. I'm going to settle it tonight. It's been nearly three weeks now. She's surely had time to think it dver; how mufch better everything will be for her, and all that She's no fool, Sara. And do you know what Vivian's doing this very instant over there in the corner? ' She's inviting her to spend a fortnight over at our place. If she comes--well, that means the engagement will be announced at once." Sara did not marvel at hie assur­ ance in the face of what had gone be­ fore. She knew him too well. In spite of the original rebuff, he was thor­ oughly satisfied in his own mind that Hetty Castleton would not he such a fool as to refuse him the second time* "It is barely possible, Leslfc," she said, "that she may connidoi Brandos Booth quite as good a catch as you, and infinitely better looking at the present moment." "It's this beastly sunburn," he la­ mented, rubbing his nose, gently, think­ ing firat of his person. An instant later be was thinking of the other half of the declaration. "That's just what I've been afraid of," he said. "I told you what would happen if that portrait nonsense went on forever. It's your fault, Sara." "But J have reason to believe she will not accept him, if it goes so far as that. You are quite safe In that direction." "Gad, I'd hate to risk It," he mut~ tered. "I have a feeling she's In love with him." Vivian approached. "Sara, you must let me have Miss Castleton for the first two weeks in July," she said se­ renely. "I cant do It Vivian," said the other promptly. "I cant bear the thought of being alone in this big old barn of a place. Nloe of you to want her, but--" "Oh, dont be selfish, Sara," cried Vivian. "You dont know how ns# 1 de­ pend on her," said Sara. "I'd ask you over, too, dear, if there weren't so many others coming. I dont know where we're going to put them. You understand, don't you?" "Perfectly," said her sister-in-law. t r ",B»t l'v» be«ft couoUag pa- Hatty." "I say, Sat*," brok© in Leslie, "you i begged. "Don't look at me like that! could go up to Bar Harbor with the Williamsons at that time. Tell, her about the invitation, Vivie." -"It iBn't necessary," said Sara cold­ ly. "I scarcely know the William- eons." She hesitated an Instant and then- went on with sardonic dismay: "They're in trade, you know." "That's nothing against 'em," pro­ tested hei "Awfully jolly people-- really ripping. Ain't they, Viv?": "I don't know them well enough to say," said Vivian, turping away. "I only know we're all Bnobs of the worst sort" "Just a minute, Viv," he called out "What does Miss Castleton say about coming?" It was an eager queetioii. Much depended on the reply. "I haven't asked her," said his sis­ ter succinctly. "How could I, without first, consulting Sara?" "Then you don't Intend to ask "Certainly not" • ^ ; . After the Wrandalls had departed^ Sara took Hetty off to her room. The girl knew what was coming. "Hetty," said the older woman, fac­ ing her after she had closed the door of her boudoir, "what is going on be tween you and Brandon Booth? I must have the truth. Are you doing anything foojish?" / "Foolish? Heaven help me, no! It--It is a tragedy," cried Hetty, meet­ ing her gaze with one of utter despair. "What has happened? Tell me!" "What am I to do, Sara darling? He--he has told me that he--he--" "Loves you?" "Yes." "And you have told him tturt his love ie rdtttf&edf1* "I couldn't help It. I was carried away. I did not mean to let him see that I--" "You are such a novice In the busi­ ness of love," said Sara sneoringly. "You are in the habit of being carried away, 1 fear." • "Oh, Sara!", "You must put a stop to all this at once. How can you think of marry­ ing him, Hetty Glynn? Send him--^ "I do not intend to marry him," said the girl, suddenly calm and dignified. "I am to draw but one conclusion, I suppose," said the other, regarding the girl intently. "What do you mean?" "Is it necessary to ash that quea- tion?" The puzzled expression remained in the girl's eyes for a time, and then slowly gave way to one of absolute horror. "How dare yon suggest such a thing?" she cried, turning pale, then crimson. "How dare you?" Sara laughed shortly. "Isnt the in­ ference a natural one? Yon are for­ getting yourself." "I understand," said the girl, through pallid lips. Her eyes were*- dark with pain and misery. "You think I am al­ together bad.". She ilrooped percept­ ibly. * * "You went to Burton's Inn," senten- tiously. "But, Sara, yon must believe me, I did not know he was--married. For God's sake, do me the justice to--" "But you went there with him," in­ sisted the other, her eyes hard as steel. "It doesn't matter whether he was married--or free. You went" Hetty threw herself upon her com­ panion's breast and wound her strong amis about her. "Sara, Sara, you must let me ex­ plain--you must let me tell you every­ thing. Don't stop me! You have re­ fused to hear my plea--" "And I 'still refuse;" cried Sara, throwing her off angrily. "Good God, do you think I will listen to you? If you utter another word, I will-- strangle you!" Hetty shrank back, terrified. Slowly she moved backward In the 'direction of the door, never taking her eyes from the impassioned face of her pro­ tector. "Don't Sara, please dont!" she I promise--I promise. Forgive me! I would not give you an instant's pain for all the world.. You would suffer, you would--" _Sara suddenly put her hands oyer her eyes. A single moan escaped her lips--a hoarse gasp of pain., "Dearest!" cried Hetty, springing to her side. '• Sara threw her head up and met her with a cold, repelling look. "Wait!"#she commanded. "The time has come when you should know what Is in my mind, and has been for months. It concerns you. I expect you to marry Leslie Wrandall." Hetty stopped short. "How can you jest with me, Sara?" she cried, suddenly indignant "I am not jesting," said S&ra lev- elly. 1 ; "You--you--really mean--what you "If Yon Utter Another Wet* I Will-- Strangle You!" have just said?" The puzzled look gave way to one of revulsion. A great shudder swept over her. "Leslie Wrandall must pay hli brother's debt to you." -.v "My God!" fell from the girl's stiff lips. "You--you must be going mad- mad !" Sara laughed softly.. "I have meant It almost from the beginning," she said. "It came to my mind the day that Challis was buried. It has never been out of it for an instant since that day. Now you understand." If she expected Hetty to fall Into, a fit of weeping, to collapse, to plead with her for mercy, she was soon to find herself mistaken. The girl straightened up suddenly and met her gaze with one in which there was the fierce determination. Her eyes were steady, her bosom heaved, "And I have loved you so devotedly --so blindly," she said, in low tones of scorn. "You have been hating me all these months while I thought you were loving ins. What a fool I . have been! I might have known. Yotff couldn't love me," "When Leslie asks you tonight to marry him, you are to Bay that you will do so," said Sara, betraying no sign of having heard the bitter words. "I shall refuse, Sara." said Hetty, every vestige of color gone from her face. "There la an alternative," an­ nounced the other deliberately. • "You will expose me to--him?. To his family?" "I shall turn you over to them, to let them do what they will with you. If you go as his wife, the secret Is safe. If not, they may have you as you really are, to destroy, to annihi­ late. Take your choice, my- dear." "And you, Sara?" asked the girl qui­ etly. "What explanation will you have to offer for all these months of protection?" Her companion stared. "Ha»( prospect no terror for you?" . (TO BE CONTINUED.) > ' FELT SHE HAD BEEN FAMILIAR Horrible Discovery by Mrs. Flint Had Considerably Disturbed Her . Composure. Ellen *irerry, the famous English actress, tells this story: "Mrs. Flint came home from a call one day in such a disturbed condition that it was evident that tears were not far in the background. Her hus­ band gazed at her inquiringly for a moment but she made haste to ex­ plain before he could advance any questions. "Will,' said ahe, 'I am so morti­ fied that I dont know what to do!' "'What's up, llttlft one?" Mr. Flint Inquired flippantly. " 'I have just been calling on Mrs. Boutelle. You know> her Husband, Major Boutelle?* " Yes.' '"Well, I just learned today that "Major" isn't his tittle at alL "Major" Is his flr«t name.' "'Why, sure it is. I've always known that What la there so morti­ fying about lt?,a> " 'Nothing.' Mra. Flint anawered, with a groan, 'only that I've been calling him "Major" every time I've met him for the last six years!".' ':kv: Good Reason. William J. Burns, at a banquot In New York, told a number of detective stories. "And then there was Lecoq," said Mr. Burns. "Lecoq, late one night, was pursuing his homeward way when, from a dark, mysterlous- looUa* hous£ aet. in , wee^rowp ;'v' : garden, he heard loud ahouts and roars of: 'Murder! Oh, heavenal Help! You're killing me! Murder!f "It was the work of an Instant for Lecoq to vauTL the crumLIIiis fencc, tear through the weedy garden, and thunder at the door of the mysterious house. "A young girl appeared. "'What's wanted?' she aske4 po­ litely., " 'I heard dreadful criea and yells,' panted Lecoq. Tell me what la wrong!' - ; "The young girl blushed and an­ swered with an embarrassed air?-- " 'Well, sir, if you must know, ma's putting a patch on pa's trousers and he*a got 'em on.'" '%• Go Deeper for PHrnibf. In the plumbago district of Ceylon the supply near the surface has been practically exhausted, and the mine- owners Sn going deeper are confronted with the water problem, which they now recognize means the installation of modern machinery, including pow­ erful pumps. The picturesque will be­ come a matter of memory, for buckets and hand pumps operated by coolie la­ bor will be discarded. Plumbago is the most important mineral export from Ceylon, and more than half of the total .output comes tCK the {Jutted Btatea. " i*" Each a Law Unto HlrrigeTf! ? Men afe like trees; each one must put forth the leaf that is created hi him. Education is only like good cul­ ture; it changes the sisa but nto tha sort--H. W, Beecher, Cleanliness isnext to Godlinesfe--change clothes frequently -- big wash of course- not much trouble though. Use RUB-NO- MORE CARBO NAPTHA SOAP. No rubbing -- clothes soon on line --sweet and clean. RtJB-NO-MORR CARBO NAPTHA SOAP should also be used to wash the finest fabric. It purifies the linens. Makes It sweet and sanitary. Itdoesnoi need hot water. Carbo Disinfects Naptha Cleans RUB-NO-MORE RUB-NO-MORE Carbo Naptha Soap^. „ Washing Powder Five Ccnis~xAtl Grocers The Rub-No-More Co., FtWayne,Ind. Ni. $ V;. '4 d>V-: & 'W :: %•' STOLE TO GET NEW START V , Bhtik Cashier Experiences Overpower* "s't Ing Impulse to Get Some Place- pk :..s and Start Life Anew. : • . ; - A bank teller in a middle western I state grew weary of the narrow, cir­ cumscribed life in the town where he lived; he wanted wider interests, a new start In a new place, but a start with capital so he could push him- helf ahead. He took $35,000 of the bank's funds, jumped into his automo= bile and started for Mexico (this waa before the present revolution across the Rio Grande had reached such seri­ ous proportions) across Kansas, Ok­ lahoma and Texas. He expected to make a clean getaway by using a motor car instead of taking a train, forgetting that an auto can be traced. The surety company at once put an Inspector on his trail, and the man was captured in Texas when he was almost Mt Teredo, ready to cross the border. Or the sum he stole, |2S,000 was re­ covered in the actual wrappers In which he had taken it from the bank. The automobile was recovered and sold, and the proceeds used to make up for part of the money he had spent. This cashier is now serving a long sentence in prison merely because he experienced an overpowering impulse to go some place and start Ufe anew. w v/sv: M y f! /'v. The Rsaeon. „ •' Willis--Then you think Romp left considerable life Insurance? Qillis--Yes. The agent was the first one to propose to the widow.--Judge. T Ton can always bet that the lad who whines that he is being kept down la always the last one up. "V .W' * " M. Soap aMldag is aa ait. Why trouble with coup recipes wheo the best chefs in the country ere at your serrtcef A lew cans of lobby's Soup ea your paaftry •helf assures you of the correct flavor, ready in a few minutes. There are Tomato, Vegetable, Chicken, Oxtail, Coo. Mock Turtle and other kfadhb Your grocer has then. uur, tfcNsin Picture Yourself In Colorado yOU fed die thrill of new life the minute you get there. 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