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C'.V-'-, The Last Shot ;*r F R E D E R I C K P A L M E R (Copyright. 1914, by Charles Scribner'a SODS) SYNOPSIS. 1$;- At thetf nome on the- frontter between 9if Browns and Grays Mart* Gal land and her mother, entertaining Colonel Wester­ ing of the Grays, see Capfain Lnnatron, Malt intellUrence officer of the Browns, fcijured by a fall In his aeroplane. Ten fears later, Westerling, nominal vice but real chief of staff, reinforces South La Tir, meditates on war, and speculates on the comparative apes of himself and Mar­ ta, who Is visitins 'in the Gray capital. Westerling calls on \Tarta. She tells him Of Iter teaching chihk-en the follies of war ind martial patriotism, begs him to pre* Vent war while he is chief of staff, and predicts that if he makes war against the Browns he witl not win. On the march With the 53d of the Browns Private Stran- 'Wty, anarchist, decries war and played^ tuit patriotism and Is placed under arrest. Colonel Lanskron everbearing, begs him Off. CHAPTER !V--^Continued. Then impulse broke through the restraint that seemed to characterize the Lanstron of thirty-five. The Lan­ stron of twenty-five, who had met ioatastrophe because he was "wool­ gathering," asserted himself. He put hie hand on Stransky's shoulder. It ;was a strong though slim hand that fooked aa If It had been trained to do ijtbe work of tw6 hands in the process of Its owner's own transformation. Thus the old sergeant had seen a gen­ eral remonstrate with a brave veteran Who had been guilty of bad conduct in Africa. The old colonel gasped at such """» subversion of the dignity of rank. He saw the army going to the devil. But young Dellarme, watching with eager curiosity, was sensible of no familiarity in the act It all depended on how «uch a thing was done, he was thinking. • "We all have minutes when we are more or less anarchists," said Lan­ stron in the human 'appeal of one man to another. "But we don't want to be Judged by one of those minutes. I got a hand mashed up for a mistake that took only a second. Think this over tonight before you act. Then, if you are of the same opinion, go to the col­ onel and tell him so. Come, why not?" "All right, sir, you're eo decent about it!" grumbled Stransky, taking his place in the ranks. Hep-hep-hep! The regiment started on its way, with Grandfather Fragini keeping at his grandson's Bide. "Makes me feel young again, but it's darned solemn beside the Hussars, with their horses' bite a-jingling. Times have certainly changed--officers' hands in their pockets, saying 'if you •don't mind' to a man that's insulted the flag! Kicking ain't good enough for that traitor! Ought to hang him-- yes, sir, hang and draw him!" Lanstron watched the marching col- limn for a time. "Hep-hep-hep! It's the brown of the Infantry that counts in the end," he mused.. "I liked that wall-eyed giant. He's all man!" Then his livening glance swept the heavens inquiringly. A speck in the blue, far away in the realms of atmos­ pheric infinity, kept growing in size until it took the form of the wings with which man flies. The plane vol­ planed down with steady swiftness, till its racing shadow lay large over the landscape for a few seconds before it rose again with beautiful ease and precision. "Bully for you, Etzel!" Lanstron thought, as he started back to the aeroplane station. "You belong in the corps. We shall not let you return to your regiment for a while. You've a cool head and you'd charge a church tower if that were the orders." CHAPTER V. A Sunday Morning Call. a boy, Arthur Lanstron had per­ sisted in being an exception to the in­ fluences of both heredity and environ­ ment. Though his father and both grandfathers were officers who be­ lieved theirs to be the true gentle­ man's profession, he had preferred any kind of mechanical toy to arrang­ ing the most gayly painted tin BOI- diers in formation on the nursery floor1; and he would rather read about the wonders of natural history and electricity than the campaigns of Na­ poleon and Frederick the Great and my Lord Nelson. Left to his own choice, he would miss the parade of the garrison for inspection by an ex­ cellency in order to ask questions of a man wiping the oil ofT his hands with cotton-waste, who was far more enter­ taining to him tfian the most spick-and- span ramrod of a sergeant. Upon being told one day that he was to go to the military school the follow­ ing autumn, he broke out in open re bellion. "I> don't want to go to the army!" he •aid. "Why?" asked his father, thinking that when the boy had to give his rea­ sons he would soon be argued out of-' the heresy. "It's drilling a few hours a day, then nothing to do," Arthur replied. "All your work waits on war and you dou't know that there will ever be any war. It waits on something nobody wants to happen. Now, if you manufacture something, why, you see wool come out cloth, steel come out an automo­ bile. If you build a bridge you see it rising little by little. You're getting your results every day; you see vour mistakes and your successes. You're making something, creating some­ thing; there's something going on all the while that isn't guesswork. I think that'B what I want to say. You won't order me to be a soldier, will J*)U?" The father, loath to do this, called in « the attistance of an able pleader then, Eugene Partow, lately become chief of staff of the Browns, who was an old friend of the Lanstron family. Partow turned the balance on the side of filial ( affection. He kept watch of the boy, j"hut without favoring him with influ- c' v, ^ Laaatron, who wanted to see results, had to earn them. He real­ ized in practice the truth of Partow's saying that there wus nothing he had ever learned but what could be of seiv- ice to him as an officer. "Finding enough work to do?" Par­ tow would ask with a chuckle when they met in these days; for he had made Lanstron both chief of intelli­ gence and chief aerostatic officer. Young Colonel Lanstron's was the duty ««of gaining the secrets of the Gray staff and keeping those of the Brown and organizing up-to-the-moment effi­ ciency in the new forces of the air. He had remarked truly enough that the injury to his left hand served as a better reminder against the folly of wool-gathering than a string, even a large red string, tied around his fin­ ger. Thanks to skillful surgery, the fingers, incapable of spreading much, were yet serviceable and had a firm grip of the wheel as he rose from the aeroplane station on the Sunday morn­ ing after Marta's return home for a flight to La Tir. He knew the pattern weaving under his feet as one knows that of his own garden from an overlooking windqw. Every detail of the staff map, ravines, roads, buildings, battery positions, was stitched together in the flowing reality of actual vieion. No white posts were necessary. to tell him where the boundary between the two nations lay. The line was drawn in his brain. Now that Lanstron was the organ­ izer of the aviation corps his own flights were rare. Mostly they were made to La Tir. His visits to Marta were his holidays. All the time that she was absent on her journey around the world they had corresponded. Her letters, so revealing of herself and her peculiar angles of observation, formed a bundle sacredly preserved. Her mother's joking reference about her girlish resolution not to marry a sol­ dier often recurred to him. There, he sometimes thought, wae the real ob­ stacle to his great desire. WTien he alighted from the plane he thrust his left band into his blouse pocket. He always carried it there, as if it were literally sewn in place. In moments of emotion the scarred nerves would twitch as the telltale of hie sensitiveness; and this was some­ thing he would conceal from others no matter how conscious he was of it him­ self. He found the Galland veranda deserted. In response to his ring a maid came to the open door. Her face was sad, with a beauty that had prematurely faded. But it lighted pleasurably In recognition. Her hair was thick and tawny, lying low over the brow; her eyes were a softly luminous brown and her full lips sensi­ tive and yielding. Lanstron, an inti­ mate of the Galland household, knew her story well and the part that Marta had played in it. Some four years previously, when a baby was in prospcct for Minna, who wore no wedding ring, Mrs. Galland had been inclined to send the maid to an institution, "where they will take good care of her, my dear. That's what such institutions are for. .It is quite scandalous for her and for us-- never happened in our family before!" Marta arched her eyebrows. "We don't know!" she exclaimed softly. "How can you think such a thing, let alone saying it--you, a Galland!" her mother gasped in indignation. "That is, if we go far back," said Marta. "At all events, we have no precedent, so let's establish one by keeping her." "But for her own sake! She will have to live with her shame!" Mrs. Galland objected. "Let her begin afresh in the city. We shall give her a good recommendation, for she is really an excellent servant. Yea, she will readily find a place among strangers." "Still, she doesn't want to go, and it would be cruel to send her away." "Cruel! Why, Marta, do you think I would be cruel? Oh, very well, then we will let her stay!" ! that the world thinks ahe ought to be called Maggie." • • • • • • • Proceeding leisurely along the main path of the first terrace, Lanstron fol­ lowed it past the rear of the house to the old tower. Long ago the moat that surrounded the castle had been filled in. The green of rows of grape vines lay againet the background, of a mat of ivy on the ancient stone walls, which had been cut away from the loopholes set with window glass. The door was open, showing a room that had been clased in by a ceiling of boards from the walls to the circular stairway that ran aloft from the dungeons. On the floor of flags were cheap rugs. A num­ ber of Beed and nursery catalogues were piled on a round table covered with a brown cloth. "Hello!" Lanstron called softly. "Hello!" he called louder and yet louder. Receiving no answer, he retraced his steps and seated himself on the second terrace in a secluded spot in the shadow of the first terrace wall, where he could see anyone coming up the main flight of stepe from the road. When Marta walked she usually came from town by that way. At length the sound of a slow step from another di­ rection broke on his ear. Some one was approaching along the path that ran at his feet. Around the corner of the wall, in his workman's Sunday clothes of black, but wearing his old straw hat, appeared Feller, the gar­ dener. He paused to examine a rose bush and Lanstron regarded him thoughtfully. As he turned away he looked up, and a glance of definite and unfalter- ing recognition was exchanged be­ tween the two men. They had the garden to themselves. "Gustave!" Lanstron exclaimed un­ der his breath. "Lanny!" exclaimed the gardener, turning over a branch of the rose bush. He seemed unwilling to risk talking openly with Lanstron. "You look the good workman in his Sunday best to a T!" said Lanstron. "Being stone-deaf," returned Feller, with a trace of drollery in his voice, "I hear very well--at times. Tell me" --his whisper was quivering with eagerness--"shall we fight? Shall we fight?" "We are nearer to it than we have ever been in our time," Lanstron re­ plied. The hat still shaded Feller's face, his stoop was unchanged, but the branch in his hand shook. "Honest?" he exclaimed. "Oh, the chance of it! The chance of it!" "Gustave!" Lanstron's voice, still low, came in a gust of sympathy, and "Both are away at church. Mrs. Gal­ land ought to be here any minute, but Miss Galland will be later because of her children's class," said Minna. "Will you wait on the veranda?" He was saying that he would stroll in the garden when childish footsteps were heard in the hall, and after a curly head had nestled against the mother's skirts its owner, reminded of the importance of manners in the world where the stork had left her. made a curtesy. Lanstron shook a small hand which must have lately been on intimate terms with sugar or jam. "How do you do, flying soldier man?" chirruped Clarissa Eileen. It was evi­ dent that she held Lanstron in high favor. "Let me hear you say your name," said Lanstron. Clarissa Eileen was triumphant. She had been waiting for days with the revelation when he should make that old request. Now she enunciated it with every vowel and consonant cor­ rectly and primly uttered; indeed, she repeated it four or five times in proof of complete mastery. ' A pretty name. I've often- wondered how you came to give it to her," said Lanstron to Minna. You do like it!" exclaimed Minna with girlish eagerness. "I gave her the moBt beautiful name I could think of because"--she laid her hand caress­ ingly on the child's head and a ma- anger, in laughing mockery, In mill* tant seriousness, but never before like this. The pain and Indignation In her eyes came not from the sheer hurt of a wound but from the hurt of its source. It was as if he had learned by the signal of its loss that he had a deeper hold on her than h? had real­ ized. "Yes, I have a bone to pick with you," she said, recovering a grim sort of fellowship. "A big bone! If you're half a friend you'll give me, the very marrow of it" "I am ready!" he answered more pa­ thetically than philosophically. "There's not time now; after lunch­ eon, when mother is taking her nap," she concluded as they came to the last step and saw Mrs. Galland on the veranda. Ater luncheon Mrs. Qalland kept bat­ tling with her nods until nature was victorious and she fell fast asleep. Marta, grown restless with Impatience, suggested to Lanstron that they stroll in the garden, and they took the path past the house toward the castle tower, stopping in an arbor with high hedges on either side around a statue of Mercury. "Now!" exclaimed Marta narrowly. "It was you, Lanny, who recommend­ ed Feller to ue as a gardener, compe­ tent though deaf! I have proved him to be a man of most sensitive hearing. I didn't let him know that he was dis­ covered. You brought him here--you, Lanny, you are the one to explain." "True, he is not deaf!" Lanstron re­ plied. "He is * spy?" she asked." "Yes, a spy. You can put things in a bright light, Marta!" He found words coming with difficulty in face of the pain and disillusion of her set look. "Using setae man as a pawn; setting him as a spy in the garden where you have been the welcome friend!" she exclaimed. "A spy on what--on my mother, on Minna, on me, on the flow­ ers, as a part of this monstrous game of trickery and lies that you are play­ ing?" There was no, trace of anger in her tone. It was that of one mortally hurt. Anger would have been easier to bear than the measuring, penetrating won­ der that found him guilty of such a horrible part. Those eyes woul£ have confused Partow himself with the steady, welling intensity of their gaze. She did not see how his left hand was twitching and how he stilled its move­ ment by pressing it againet the bench. "You will take Feller with you when you go!" she said, rising." Lanstron dropped his head in a kind of shaking throb of his whole body and raised a face white with appeal. "Marta!" He was speaking to a pro­ file, very sensitive and yet like ivory. "I've no excuse for such an abuee of hospitality except the obsession of a loathsome work that some man must do and I was set to do. My God, Marta! I cease to be natural and ^luman. I am a machine. I keep thinking, what if war comes and some error of mine let the enemy know where to strike the blow of victory; or if there were infor­ mation I might have gained and failed to gain that would have given us the victory--if, because I had not done my part, thousands of lives of our soldiers were sacrificed needlessly!" At that she turned on him quickly, her face softening. "Yo.u do think of that--the lives?" ".Yes, why shouldn't I?" "Of those on your side!" she ex­ claimed, turning away. "Yes, of those first," he replied. "And, Marta, I did not tell you why Feller was here becauce he did not want me to." Speck in the Blue Far Away. the pocket which concealed his hand gave a nervous twitch as if it held something alive and distinct from his own being. "The trial wears on you! Do you want to go?" "No!" Feller shot back irritably. "No!' he repeated resolutely. "I don't want to go! I mean to be game--I--" He shifted his gaze from the bush which he still pretended to examine and suddenly broke off with; "Miss Galland is coming!" Lanstron started toward the steps that Marta was ascending. She moved leisurely, yet with a certain springy epergy that suggested that she might have come on the run without being out of breath or seeming to have made an effort. "Hello, stranger!" 6he called as she Baw him, and quickened her pace. "Hello, pedagogue!" he responded. As they shook hands they swung their arms back and forth like a pair of romping children for a moment. "We had a grand session of the school this morning, the largest class ever!" she said. "And the points we scored oft you soldiers! You'll find disarmament already in progress when you return to headquarters. We're ir­ resistible, or at least," she added, with a flash of intensity, "we're going to be some day."^ "So you put on your war-paint!" "It must be the pollen from the hy­ drangeas!" She flicked her handker­ chief from her belt and passed it to him. "Show that you know how to be useful!" He performed the task with delib­ erate care. "Heavens! You even have some on your ear and some on your hair; but I'll leave it on your hair; it's rather be­ coming. There you are!" he concluded. "Oft my hair, too!" "Very well. I always obey orders." "I oughtn't to have asked you to do It at all!" she exclaimed with a sud­ den change of manner as they started up to the house. "But a habit of CHAPTER VI. A Crisis Within a Crisis. Following the path to the tower leisurely, they had reached the tower. Feller's door was open. Marta looked into the room, finding in the neat ar­ rangement of its furniture a new sig­ nificance. He was absent, for it was the dinner hour. "On my recommendation you took him," Lanstron said. 'Yes, on yours, Lanny, on a friend's! You"--she1 put a cold emphasis on the word--"you wanted him here for yor» plans! And why? Yov. haven't an­ swered that yet W-hat Purpose of the war game does he senre la our gar den ?" His look pleaded for patience, white he tried to smile, which was rather difr flcult In face of her attitude. "Not altogether In the garden; part­ ly in the tower," he replied. "You are to be in the whole secret and in such ft way as t& make my temptation clear, 1 hope. First, I think you ought to see the setting. Let us go in." Impelled by a curiosity that Lan­ stron's manner accentuated, she ca­ tered the room. Apparently Lanstron was familiar with the premises. Pass­ ing through the sitting-room into the room adjoining, where Feller stored his tools, he opened a door that gave on to the circular Btone steps leading down into the dungeon tunnel. "I think we had better ,have a light," he said, and when he had fetched one from the bedchamber he descended the stepe, asking her to follow. They were in a passage six feet In height and about three feet broad, which seemed t<* lead 6n indefinitely into clammy darkness. The dewy walls sparkled in fantastic and ghostly iridescence under the raye from the lantern. The dank air lay moist against their faces. "This is far enough." He paused and raised the lantern. With its light full in her face, she blinked. "There, at the height of your chin!" She noted a metal button painted gray, set at the side of one of the stones of the wall, which looked un­ real. She struck the stone with her knuckles and it gave out the sound of hollow wood, which was followed, as an echo, by a little laugh from Lan­ stron. Pressing the button, a panel door flew open, revealing a telephone mouthpiece and receiver set in the recess. { "Like a detective play!" were the first words that sprang to her lips- "Well?" As she faced around her eyes glittered in the lantern rays. "Well, have you any other little tricks to show me? Are you a sleight-of-hand artist too, Lanny? Are you going to take a machine gun-out of your hat?" "That is the whole bag," he an­ swered. "I thought you'd rather see it than have it described to you." "Having seen it let us go!" she said, in a manner that implied further reck­ oning to come. "If out of a thousand possible sources one source succeeds, then the cost and pains of the other nine hun­ dred and ninety-nine are more than re­ paid," he was saying urgently, the sol­ dier uppermost in him. "Some of the best service we have had has been ab­ surd in its simplicity and its audacity. In time of war more than one battle has been decided by a thing that was a trifle in itself. No matter what your preparation, you can never remove the element of chance. An hour gained in information about your enemy's plans may turn the tide in your favor. A Chinese peasant spy, because he hap­ pened to be intoxicated, was able to give the Japanese warning in time for Kuroki to make full dispositions for receiving the Russian attack in force at the Sha-ho. There are many other incidents of like nature in history- So is is my duty to neglect no possible method, however absurd." By this time he was at the head of the steps. Standing to one side, he of­ fered his hand to assist Marta. But she seemed not to see it. Her aspect was that of downright antagonism. "However absurd! Yes, it is absurd to think that you can make me a party to any of your plans, for--" She broke off abruptly with staring eyes, as if she had seen an apparition. Lanstron turned and through the door of the toolroom saw Feller enter­ ing the sitting-room. He was not the bent, deferential gardener. His fea­ tures were hard-set, a fighting rage burning in his eyes, his sinews taut ae if about to spring upon an adver­ sary. When he recognized the in­ truders -he turned limp, his head dropped, hiding his face with his hat brim, and he steadied himBelf by rest­ ing a hand on the table edge. (TO BE CONTINUED.) MIRROR FOR DAINTY WOMAN May Be Held in the Mouth, Leaving Both Hands Free to Arrange the Back Hair. At last a woman may have both hands free to arrange her back hair as she looks in a mirror. This is made possible now by the invention of a mir­ ror which can be held in the mouth, thus reflecting the back of the head from the main mirror of the dressing table. It is the invention of a Frenchman. Who has given so much thought to the elegancies of woman's toilet .as the French? This .new mirror is broad, so as to give a good general view sidewise, and, being fixed on a curved bar, stands well out from the face, so that there is no strain on the eyes. At the bottom of the curved bar is the "bite," not too large for dainty mouths and covered with batting, so as to be easily held without harming the teeth. Even the hygienic side of the use of this mirror har been considered, for a number of thick envelopes just fitting over the "bite" come with the mirror, so that you may lend it to your friend and neither she nor you fear any con­ tagion. ftt donna-like radiance stole into her face friendship, a habit of liking to believe because she might at least have a beautiful name when"--the dull blaze of a recollection now burning In her eyes "when there wasn't much pros­ pect of many beautiful things coming into her life, though 1 know, of course, in one'6 friends, was uppermost. I forgot. I oughtn't even to have shaken hands with you!'* i a "Marta! What now, Martal" he asked. He had known her in reproalh, in Policeman's Badge of Authority. In equipment the policeman varies from a walking arsenal/such as the Jericho policemen, to the clubless pa­ trolman of one or two American cities. The club, however, is recognised as the policeman's badge of authority. In Darjeellng the policeman carries a reed pole about six feet long, in Seville the night police are armed with long„ spears, such as the knights of old used. OVERSIGHT THAT WAS FATAL Light-Fingered Gentleman Might Have Got Away With the Coat But for One Thing. A fellow stole a coat hanging in front of a clothing store the other aft- ternoon. But the proprietor was on the job, and before the thief was half a block away be had the police and most of the neighbors on his trftll. The poor fellow who had taken the coat was really coatless before the crime. And as he ran he struggled into the abstracted article, which fit­ ted him pretty well, all things consid­ ered. And when he was apprehended, about four blocks from the starting point he protested his innocence stoutly. "What d'ye mean I stole the coat?' he said. "I've had this coat all sum mer. Why, I ain't had it off my back for a week!" "You ain't, ain't you?" sneered thf policeman. "An' have you wore tha< there coat hanger Inside it acrost yei shoulders all that time?" Saying that the arm of the law grasped the iron book projecting above the collar, dragged the victim) to the corner and called the wagon. Deceptive Weights. Here Is a good trick to play upon the fellow who "knows it all." He will be surprised when shown that he if wrong. "Inflate a large empty papei bag and tie it up air-tight. Place th« bag on the palm of one hand, and lntc the palm of the other hand take sucb a quantity of coin or other metal ai will seem to equal the bag In weight If the observer does not know of th< Illusion or suspect it, the paper bai will be found to weigh ten? to twentj times, as much as th*j£ue$ai wttft which it was matched. w~;A COW GIVEN IN PATROLWAGON Philadelphia Bovine Is Charged With Disorderly Conduct and Resisting an Officer, RUNAWAY REUNITES ^ «^10N8 PARTED LOVERS^ SHE WOULDN'T WALK 8o There Was Quite a 8cene Before Several Policemen Succeeded in Hoisting the Animal Into the Ve­ hicle. . Philadelphia, Pa.--Ethel, - a Jersey cow belonging to Robert Hutchinson of 6729 Leeds street, waB arrested the other day by the police of the Sixty- first and Thompson streets station, charged with, first, having wantonly eaten most of the grass on Louis Jones' front lawn at Sixty-third street and Lebanon avenue; second, resisting arrest, and third, conduct unbecoming a lady. It /all began by a perfectly orderly meeting which took place between Ethel and two of her best friend^, Rose, a light brindle, who furnishes milk to the family of James Kelso, of 926 North Sixty-eighth street, and Mrs. Dooley, an estimable milker, who is cherished by William Funston, of 1003 North Sixty-sixth street. The three wandered down the street together, switching their tails amiably until they came to Mr. Jones' lawn.* Jones came out when the luncheon was well advanced. Without being introduced he made remarks, and a crowd gathered. Jones rushed into the house, called the police, and a pa­ trol wagon came on the run from the station house. Rose and Mrs. Dooley went along meekly enough, tied to the back of the wagon, but Ethel intimated that she'd die in her tracks before she'd walk a' step behind that thing, and there was quite a scene before the pa­ trol squad succeeded in hoisting her into the wagon. Before they reached the station house a large crowd col­ lected around the wagon and made jeering remarks. When they got there, Ethel declined to get out. The reserves finally were called out of the station house, and eighteen muscular policeman picked Ethel up bodily. Five hundred persons stood around and shrieked and howled. Jones Came Out When the Luncheon Was Well Advanced. Jones said that the matter Isn't ended by a good deal. He said he would bring suit for the damage to his lawn. YOUTH IMITATES A SUICIDE But the Shot Misses Heart of the Youngster Who Emulated Dead Friend. Los Angeles, Cal.--John Handling, a seventeen-year-old teamster, shot himself the other day because his chum, Floyd Mayhew, did the same some weeks ago. Mayhew is dead, but Handling will live. Handling did not select the scene of his death with such a good eye for romantic surroundings as did young Mayhew. The young southerner, homesick for his loved cotton fields-, went to Westlake park and there, while the band was playing a melody which haunted him, put a pistol to hla head and fired. He lingered for ft month and then died. Undeterred by the' pains Mayhew suffered, Handling went Into a barn at 203 Central avenue and fired a bul­ let into his breast. It missed the heart but punctured the left lung. As the shot rang out the cashier in the offices of the John W. Snowden company was making out Handling's time check. The young man had bean discharged. He was taken to the receiving hospital, put on the same table on which ,his chum, May­ hew, had been laid, and was later taken to the county hospital, where Mayhew died. Lost Twenty Hours In Cornfield* Tulsa, Okla.--Lost In a 500-acre corn­ field for 20 hours, with the tempera­ ture at 100 degrees, was the experi­ ence of Mike Lingo, a Tulsa county farmer. Lingo was cutting alfalfa in a field adjoining the corn when he saw » black Umber wolf enter the corn. He followed and became lost For hours he wandered up and down the rows, i He was found unconscious by his wife. ( Stops Bullet Instesd of Baseball. Middletown, N. Y.--When Frederick Owen, fourteen years old, jumped to catch a fly at a baseball game a bul­ let pierced his right arm. The missile was fired from a revolver in the hands of George Sherer, a chum, who had been shooting blank cartridges and was not aware that on* had ft bullet la ft Crash of Teams Results in Mar~i m* flfp Arranged ThiiJ&FiW, ^ r Years Ago. * £#4^ - 'in • • Kublar, Colo.--A horse ran avjay ontv'.^| on a country road four miles from*.";- • * here, demolished a new spring wagon" v and a buggy, but reunited sweethearts of 35 years ago, and pavei the way for a marriage. • Joseph Sheen Is a rancher living seven miles from Kublaff He had driven to town and was on his way* hotfie, riding in his new wagon. Com­ ing into Kublar in a carriage. Miss A my Dodd of Eudora, Kan., was chat­ ting with her hostess, Mrs. T. H. Greenman, with whom she had been Sheen> Horses Shied at Some Paper and Bolted. visiting. Sheen's horses shied at some paper in the road and bolted. Around a curve they raced madly. At the curve was the Greenman car­ riage, and the rear of the wagon whirled when the horses turned the curve, crashed into the carriage, over­ turning it and throwing Mrs. Green­ man and Miss Dodd to the ground. A short distance further Sheen man­ aged to stop his team. , He hastened back „lo inquire the damage he had done. He assisted the women to their feet, helped them repair the carriage,- and then introduced himself. "Do you mean to say you are Joe Sheen, who used to live in Blue Mound, Kan., a long time ago?" Miss Dodd asked. Sheen stared. Then: "Yes, and I know you now, Amy. I searched 20 years for you, and believed you were dead." They had gone to school together 3& years ago in the little Kan­ sas town. Then Miss Dodd's parents moved away and took her with them. Before they went, however, the couple had become engaged. Miss Dodd's parents died and she went to New York. From there she went to Eu­ rope as the companion of an aunt. She wrote several letters to Sheen, but he had left for the West. Miss Dodd came back to Kansas after she ' returned from Europe, taking a school at Eudora. Sheen never returned, but he wrote many letters searching for his fiancee. He believed her dead until the collision near Kublar. They were married a few days later. IN A TREE WITH RACCOONS Maryland Farmer Fights for His Life In a Battle of His Own Choice. Federalsburg, Md.--Horace Robin­ son, a young farmer of Smithville, six miles north of Federalsburg, had a thrilling experience in the top of an oak tree the other night with five raccoons, which he encountered while on his way to visit a neighboring farm­ er, Before the battle ended, Robinson fell from the tree, completely exhaust­ ed. Three of his fibs were broken and his thigh was badly Injured. The young man set out from home shortly after dark, and waB passing through a strip of woods when he en­ countered the 'coons. He followed them to a big oak, which the 'coons climbed. Thinking probably he could capture one of them alive, Robinson also climbed the tree, but when he reached the 'coons they showed fight, and for 15 minutes the young farmer had to fight at a great disadvantage to save his life. The 'coons got all around him, and though he kept his arms going like piston rods, the 'coons inflicted ugly gashes with their claws. Robinson kept up the fight from his perilous position until completely exhausted, when he fell to the ground. He dragged himself, bleeding, to the country road, where his groans were heard by hla father, W. H. Robinson, who picked his son up and carried him hotne. RICH DIET FOR FANCY PIGS Pennsylvania Farmer-Politician Gives Peaches and Cream to Hla Pampered Porkers. York, Pa.--Peaches and cream la the fancy diet on which John Dunlap of Yoe, Democratic candidate for sheriff of York county. Is raising pigs, from which he expects to produce hams out­ rivaling the famous Westphalian prod­ uct the Import of which has been shut off by the war. Dunlap has a big peach orchard, which has yielded so abundantly this year that he cannot find a market for all the fruit. He has found that his pigs thrive on the peaches and is feed lng them in large quantities. He 1ms also a large dairy herd, and as its prod­ uct Just now is more than he can oth­ erwise dispose of, he has taken to making the fruit more appetizing U the pig* by serving it with crease V '