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CHAPTER XII—Continued.
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"You mean just drunk, don't you?
Didn't you try doin' what I told you
to?''
Tlie boy nodded and shivered again.
“I sure did. but, but—"
"But what?” cried Devon.
“I put the stuff in the medicine all
right, but something happened." Reg
inald's voice was low- and wavering
is he finished the statement.
“What happened?” repeated Devon
hoarsely. “Don't sit there like a d—d
fool and look as If you'd swallowed
a live eel."
“I was goli g to slip back from the
window sill to the tree,” faltered
Reggie, “and Tony's ghost rose up be
fore me and aboved me clean off the
ledge and down to the ground!"
Uriah's eyes almost protruded from
his head. Then a slow smile ran
around his lit«.
“Rats'."
he ejaculated huskily.
"Rats, you fool! There ain't such
things as ghcsts."
“Yes, there is, Devon,” Insisted Reg
gie, in a dreary monotone. “I've seen
one! I've seen Tony, I say, and many
a time she's come so close to my
eyes I could have touched her If she
could have been touched. The fall
made me sick. I’ve been In bed ever
since.”
“And your cousin’s still alive, eh?”
Uriah’s voice had a snarl In IL
“Still alive,” muttered Reggie.
“What you goin’ to do about it
now?” demanded Devon.
“Try it
again?”
Brown shook his head.
“No, not yeL Riah,” he muttered.
“Not Just yeL I can’t.”
“You got to get me a lot of money
some way,” Devon came in with.
“I’ve got to get out of this country,
or I'll be hooked to Jail if those Syra
cuse folks find me. You’d better be
getting home and back to bed. Best
take a stiff swing, too, to settle your
nerves.”
He watched the tall thin boy walk
slowly away In deep meditation. Then
he laughed and went below to the
cabin.
Almost a week after Reggie’s futile
attempt to poison his Cousin Baul,
Tony Devon was sitting In her room,
reading, when a servant appeared and
told her some one wanted to see her
downstairs. Her heart bounded with
delight, for she was sure Philip had
come again and had sent for her. She
rushed to the glass, caught a glimpse
of her rosy face, pushed back a few
stray curls and went downstairs to
the drawing room.
As she stepped inside, she came to
a sudden terrified halt. Her father
was seated in a large chair and his
eyes, red and swollen, were centered
apon her. Then he smiled, that wick
ed smile that always widened his
thick lips when he had succeeded in
some evil thing.
“Hello, Tony,” he chuckled. “You’ve
made a fine nest for yourself, huh?”
Tony only stared at him. She felt
suffocated by his sudden appearance.
“I came to talk to you, kid,” he
said, the wheedle coming into his
tones that always augured bad for
the person addressed. “Sit down.”
Tonnibel sat, not because he told
her to, but because she couldn’t stand
on her trembling legs.
“You don’t appear to be very tickled
to see your old da<^” he threw at
her, a frown wrinkling his face. “Get
up and come over here.” His wicked
eyes seemed to be swallowing her
whole. In fact Devon could not make
himself believe this beautiful creature
was the Tony who, he thought, had
been drowned In the lake. He felt
a new sensation within him as his
gaze took In every line of the lovely
figure.
“Come over here.” he said once
more, “and tell me how you. got out
of the lake that night. Did you swim
ashore?”
Tonnibel shook her head.
“I'm not going to tell you anything,”
she murmured almost inaudibly.
“Well, keep it to yourself, then,”
snapped Uriah. “When I get you back
to the ‘Dirty Mary’ I know ways
whlch’ll bring out of you what I want
to know. So get your things and
come along home.”
Tonnibel felt as if the bottom had
fallen out of the world. Then a boy’s
smile, and a boy's words, "Salvation,
tittle Tony, Is always at hand, for
God Is good," seemed to strike both
her vision and hearing.
Tony believed every word Philip
MacCauley uttered. He couldn't speak
an untruth if he tried. If as he had
said. Salvation was at hand, then she
could be saved at that moment.
“I’m busy here, daddy," she man
aged to say. “I’m doing some nurs
ing so I can’t get away Just now I”
"You’ll come Just the same,” replied
Devon, getting to his feet.
“Divine Love Is everywhere,” flash
ed through Tony’s mind as she too
struggled up. She dared not scream,
and even If she did, there was no one
tn the house who would help her.
Mrs. Curtis and her daughter would
be delighted to have her gone and
Dr. John was out among his patients.
There seemed to be no escape for her
now. She dared not appeal to the
weak, sick man upstairs.
Thinking of him made her blurt
out:
“Did you send that awful Brown
feller here to put poison In Dr. Paul’s
medicine?”
Uriah glared at her. went white and
put his hand on a chair to steady
himself.
“I don't know nothin' about any
mnn or any poison,” he growled.
“You'd better be cornin’ along now."
“ 'Twas the man you said I had to
link up with. He used to come to the
‘Dirty Mary,’" explained Tonnibel.
seeing her words had frightened her
father. “I bet you sent him here.”
“Keep your clack shut,” growled
Devon, just as the door opened, and
Mrs. Curtis entered. Tony whirled
and faced her, although she didn’t
have the courage to utter a won!.
The woman looked from the girl’s
agitated face to Devon’s, questlonlng-
ly-
“This Is my kid, ma’am.” said Uriah,
with a wave of his hand toward Tony.
‘‘I've come to take her home. Get
your duds, brat I”
Tonnibel turned as if to obey, and
Mrs. Curtis caught her arm.
“Go as you are,” she directed, “TH
send your things after you.”
Tony’s -eyes gathered a belligerent
expression.
“I won’t go without saying good-by
to Cousin Paul,” she began.
“If she gets up there once.” Inter
posed Mrs. Curtis, in an undertone to
Uriah Devon, “you won’t see her
again.”
Tonnibel had heard the words and
knew they were true. If she could
get upstairs with Doctor Paul and
then lock the door, no one would dare
venture after her.
Devon saw swift Intelligence light
up her face. He didn't Intend to allow
her In a voice low-pitched and stern.
“If your father thinks—”
“I'm goin’ to have my girl," gritted
Uriah.
“Tien you have the law nt your
hand to use, Mr. Devon,” returned the
doctor, “and you, Sarah, i'll ask you
to attend to your own affairs after
thia."
“But, Cousin John." argued Mrs.
Curtis, “she's the man's own child.
Surely he has a right to—to—"
A sound of a bell pealing through
the house cut off her words. Then
came heavy footsteps In the hall. Be
fore anyone could figure on the cause
of this commotion, the door burst
open nnd several uniformed men
came In. When Uriah Devon caught
sight of them, he made a dash for the
window, but two heavy officers were
on him before lie wns hnlf way across
the room. It took but n few minutes
for the officials to explain to Doctor
Pendlehaven that they had been trail
ing Devon for a long time, that he
wns wanted for n crime In Syracuse.
When they were leading him out
manacled und deeply enraged, he
turned on Tonnibel.
“1’11 get even with you, miss," he
snapped nt her, his eyes full of hate,
“and I’ll get even with you too, mis
ter." He threw the last half of his
sentence nt Doctor John, whose only
reply was a shrug of his shoulders.
During the struggle between the de
tectives and Uriah. Mrs. Curtis had
clutched nt Pendlehaven's neck, but
he had cast her off without ceremony.
Now the three were alone. Tonnibel.
palpitating and fearful, Mrs. Curtis,
sobbing on the floor, and Doctor John,
looking at her sternly.
•Sarah," he said haughtily, “I saw
the disgraceful way you were pulling
this child's hair when I came in, and
at lasL much as I dislike doing It, I
must ask you to leave my house."
“Leave?” Mrs. Curtis screamed.
“Where would I go? I haven’t a place
In the world but this."
A careless gesture from Doctor
John told Tonnibel that that fact
didn’t Interest him. She slipped her
hand Into his. Lifting eyes that were
troubled and dark-circled, she begged :
“Let ’er stay, Cousin John. Mebbe
she didn't know my daddy would have
killed me if he’d got me back to the
Dirty Mary."
Pendlehaven put his arm around
her, and with a ring of fierceness in
his voice, said:
“There, Sarah, there's pity for you.
If you stay, it’s because Tony Devon
pleads for you, not because I huve
any sense of duty toward you. 1
hope you feel properly grateful."
The doctor strode to the door,
opened ft and motioned for her to be
gone. Then weeping, she clattered
away, her sobs audible even after the
door was closed.
For a few moments Tony Devon
wept silently in John Pendlehaven’s
arms.
“Oh, it's awful to have daddy taken
away to Jail," she moaned, “but he
won’t be good, he just won’t I”
“You’re much better off to have
him away, little girl,” soothed Pen-
diehaven.
CHAPTER XIII.
Good for Evil.
That night for dinner, five people
sat about the Pendlehaven table. Reg
gie, pale and miserable looking, sat
next to his mother, and Philip Mac-
Cauley was opposite Doctor John.
Katherine, silent and morose, was at
her own place. She had heard her
mother’s version of the afternoon’s
happening In amazement and anger,
and It only added to her discontent to
hear Cousin John tell the tale to
Philip.
“Sarah thinks,” went on the doc
tor, “that we should have tamely
given her up without a word to—to
that brute!”
"I can't see how you can keep a
man's child from him, Cousin John,”
excused Mrs. Curtis, a dull red
He Caught Her Roughly.
mounting to each high cheekbone.
Pendlehaven laughed.
her out of his slghL He caught at
“She wouldn’t have been much use
her roughly as Mrs. Curtis barred
to him in prison, my dear Sarah,” was
her flight to the door.
“Let me alone,” she cried. “Let me his answer.
“What’re you talking about?” de
alone.”
Uriah snatched her hands, and Mrs. manded Reggie, turning red-rimmed
Curtis buried her fingers in the dark eyes on hfs mother.
“Your Cousin John Insists on keep
curls. As Tonnibel cried out again, the
door suddenly opened, and John Pen- ing the daughter of a man named De
dlehaven walked Into the room. Uriah von In the house here when her fa
dropped the girl’s hands, and Mrs. ther wants her home,” she replied.
Reggie’s face grew a misty gray.
Curtis fell back with a startled ejacu
"Devon,” he repeated mechanically.
lation.
"What does this mean?” questioned “I didn’t know we had any such girl
here!”
Doctor John.
“She’s always with Cousin Paul,”
“My father’s here,” said Tony, her
remarked Katherine, with a sidelong
voice breaking.
“Her father, Cousin John,” Mrs. glance at Philip. “It does seem sat
isfying, though, to know who she is.
Curtis repeated.
“I’ve come for my girl, mister," said Mother says she comes of common
stock.”
Uriah, plucking up bls courage.
MncCauley’s face grew dark, and
“And she,” Pendlehaven kept his
Pendlehaven cast a glance of anger
eyes on Tonnibel, "does she want to
at his young cousin.
go with you?”
“Both Kathle and I,” began Mrs.
“Whether she wants to go or not, Curtis. “Why, Reggie, my darling, 1
she will,” ejaculated the other man. never saw you Took so sick in my
“Nobody can keep a kid from her own life!”
father, I'm a guessin’.”
"Aw, cut it!” growled the hoy, un
“Tony, child,” broke forth Doctor steadily. “Tell me what became of
John, "don't look so frightened. No the girl's father.”
one’s going to hurt you while you're
“He’s going to jail for a nice long
with me. Come here, my dear.”
res.,” Interjected Pendlehaven. “It
Ills voice was sp low, so tender, seems lie was mixed up in a theft in
thdt Mrs. Curtis ground her teeth in Syracuse.”
rage, and Uriah Devon felt his power
Reginald got up from the table.
ebbing away.
“I don't want anything more to
Tonnibel walked swiftly to Doctor eat," he growled, ns his mother start
John's side and slipped her hand into ed to remonstrate with him. “I'm go
his.
ing to bed."
“Those two said I couldn’t even say
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good-by to—to—" She bowed her
Where the Speed Is.
head against the kindly arm that sup
When it comes to automobile par
ported her and for a moment was so
ties, a machine Is only as fast as th«
agitated she could not proceed.
“Hush, dear,” pleaded Pendlehaven. people In It.—The Sun-Dial.
“Hush! Do you want to stay here?”
More Advice.
“Yes, oh, yes, sir, I do, Indeed, sir!”
If you think you are bright, keep it
she cried. “But—but—”
“Then you’ll stay,” the doctor told dark.—Boston Evening Transcript
Something to
Think About
Bi F. A. TALKER
EXERCISING THE WILL
»THING Is more fatal to growth
of will thun that form of Indo
lence which shrinks from trial nnd ex
periment.
The person who Is confronted by a
new perplexity, loses his or iter self-
reliance and in despair cries, “what
shall I do,” is not destined to go very
far afield In the creation of song or
story or in the crufts.
He must, like boats, keep near the
shore and be ever ready to scud Into
the harbor.
All the achievements In the arts nnd
sciences result from exercising an In
dividual will and strengthening it In
difficult situations.
THE LITTLE FAIRY .
was once upon a time n
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little fairy who help<pd all children
play make-believe, and I expect that
same little fairy Is about today If
people would only give it a chance.
This particular little Fairy Make-
believe, crept through the keyholo of
the door to a house Where there lived
two poor children, named Mary nnd
Johnny, und they were trying hard
to play at make-believe, for there was
no food in the pantry or fuel for the
stove.
Their mother had to work all dny
and Mary nnd Johnny wanted to make
her think they were happy when »he
came home ut night, so they talked
The practice of doing things habit-
nnlly, ns a bookkeeper adds a column
of figures or a typist rattles off a
routine letter, Increases speed nnd
contributes a certain quality qf effi
ciency, but It does not by any manner
of means Improve the volitional power.
No new or original force Is brought
Into play.
_
The mind functions froth nnblt with
out any strain, unconscious of exer
tion. Mere habit Is the Impelling
power which if persisted In for n long
time weakens the will nnd eventually
retards progress nnd originality.
The men nnd women who rise to
the heights are those who every day
exercise .their will-power in new
spheres. In their self-appointed occu
pations they call up their reserve
-trength. whip their brains to a faster
gait and discipline their resolution.
They think and act for themselves,
master their own problems by per
severance and mount step by step tp
places where reward* are largest and
honors are unblemished.
They enrly learned how to depend
on themselves by reasoning nnd using
their Judgment. They dug down to
basic principles and discovered the
"whys and wherefores.”
Then followed a robustness nnd nn
ability of mind which developed will
power of the highest order.
And this hlgb-|>owered will In avail
able to all who will drill themselves
to hard work and avoid slothful
habits.
This special exercise of the intellect
which Is necessary to expand the will
may be Irksome nt first, but if per
sisted In It becomes in n little while
exhilarating and carries us forward at
n wonderful pace without wearying In
the least.
If you would test this to your own
satisfaction and advantage, try It for
a month and note at the end of that
time how you have Improv«*«] In men
tality and self-reliance.
about the nice dinner they were hav
ing and how warm it was In th«« room,
ami how beautiful were the pictures
on the walls.
Of course there wasn't any of It
renlly there, but ns Mary said: “It
makes it easier when mother comes
home to look happy when you make-
believe all day that everything Is nice
ami comfortable.”
So the little Fairy Mak«»-belleve
crept right Into their hearts und made
them so Interested In pretending that
they forgot their troubles nnd then
the fairy did more, for while they
were asleep that night she rnn to the
THE RIGHT THING
at the
RIGHT TIME
By MARY MARSHALL DUFFEB
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V.VWZAY.VZA-rrtWfVWV
are certain things that
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every one who wishes to be well
bred should lenm how to do—certain
things that one should master In order
to establish smooth sailing on tlie sea
of social Intercourse.
Walt« ^RobisMS
Can you, for Instance, glibly uml
without embarrassment Introduce two
strangers? Do you know how to intro
duce a business friend to your wife,
THE WILD FLOWERS
your wife to the wife of a business
friend, your son to your employer,
AVE the wild flowers.
your mother to the mother of a
Slowly, but surely, many of the friend? None of these Introductions
most beautiful species of blooms are should lie worded the Mime, <*ach calls
disappearing. Constantly those who for slight modification.
love them cArelessly pull them up by
Can you, for Instance, offer your
the roots, or the uncaring destroy them
with little less thgu criminal intent. seat to a woman in a crowded car In
Virtually nothing is being done to give the proper way? Do you know the
rules for good form when walking
them lengthened lives.
Yet there are thousands who find with a woman acquaintance In the
some of the greatest pleasure in crowded street of a city?
Can you word n letter asking a
tramping through the woods and fields
and viewing the fragrant beauties in young woman to go with you to a
their native haunts. God was kind in dance, or, If you are n young woman,
giving us so many varieties to en can you word a letter politely accept
hance the landscape and make the ing or declining un Invitation from n
world more beautiful. And those who young man to a dance?
love the wildflowers would be remiss
Now, all these seem like simp!«
In their duty to themselves and their things to do, but they are things that
fellows if they did not use every pos sometimes baffle even persons who
sible influence to have the floral spe have hnd an opportunity to observe
cies preserved.
soclnl usages. Stop and ask yourself
Some may contend that nothing of If you eon do them. They are the sort
material value is to be gained by ex of thing thnt failure to understand
ertions designed to prevent the flowers sometimes causes no end of embarrass
from being wlj>ed out. They are wrong. ment when the time comes.
Aside from the purely esthetic side
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of such work, it is of great Importance
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to the education of the children who
come after us. But of still greater Im
portance is the Influence the flowers
A UNE O’ CHEER
will have on the lives of the people.
No one con look*bpon things which
By John Kendrick Bangs.
are beautiful without feeling more
happy, or without a higher apprecia
tion of God's greatness and recogniz
THE OLD DAYS
ing that man is small. No one can
spend part of his time admiring the
WONDER If the Old Days came ;
again,
flowers and breathing their fragrance
As oftentimes we mortals pray
without experiencing a thrill of en
they may,
;
joyment or without thinking better
We'd live them as wo lived before,
thoughts and feeling a desire to make
for pain
Or joy, according to the special '
his own work more nearly perfect.
day?
We, therefore, should be more thank
ful for the millions of blossoms so
For me the good that lay In olden
frequently trampled underfoot, and
days,
Ix>st in the hurry of the onward
there should be greater effort to keep
flight,
them blooming along all pathways.
! I still may find, I’m sure, In coming
A movement to preserve the species
ways
of wildflowers Is taking practical form
That lie beyond the curtains of ,
Tonight
;
in one of the big cities of the United
States. Through the Influence of na
! And for their 111s, the lessons that :
ture lovers, park officials have set
they taught
aside a part of one of the public parks
Will shield my path from many
a lurking sorrow—
for a wildflower preserve.
If of Old Days my New Day«
Every community would assure ;; And be
wrought
greater happiness for its people by
I'll find them born again in my
Tomorrow.
protecting these beautiful works of
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God.
The Friendly
Tath
S
I
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home of her old friend Juck Front ami
usked Ms help.
She did not ask him not to make
It colder by coming down from bln
home up In Northland.
She asked
him to come thut very night und paint
on the windows of the house In which
the children live all th« lovely pic
tures lie could before morning.
Then she run to another home
where the pe«>plo hud plenty and to
spare, ami this sly little fairy crept
into their hearts nnd nestled so «ilose
that the num put on his fur coat uml
while the children slept lie came with
a busk et of food and left it ut their
home.
The next morning while Mury nnd
Johnny were Just opening their ryes
there came u num with a big loud of
wood uml coul which the same nice
mnn iiud ordered who brought the
food, for you see it was ut Ids house
that the mother of Mury uml Johnny
Worked every dny.
"You see, Jolintv, that all we played
make-believe about yesterday came
true," said Mury. “I am so glad we
did not let mother know we were
hungry."
“We did not gi*t any beautiful pic
tures,” snht Johnny, "nnd we made-
bclieve we hnd those just the sumo ns
the other things."
Mury thought for a moment nnd
then her eyes fell upon the wonderful
pointings Juck Frost limi made In the
night. “Look," she snid. pointing to
the windows, “there In a beautiful
castle and awny up In the tower I
expect there lives a beautiful prin
ces«.
“See nil the mountains around the
castle and the flowers like daisies
growing out at the top. Below Is u
little Inke und a swan nulling about,
and beyond In the forent, and through
it will come tlie prince who Is to res
cue the princess from the tower."
Johnny o|«ened ids eyes wide nt first
when Mury began the story, but before
she hud come to the prince part John
ny naw, too, w hat she did, nnd again
Hie little Fairy Mnke believe came
through tlie keyhole of the door nnd
crept close b«*slde them.
Ami so some dny when you ennnot
go out to piny, find n window where
Jack Frost linn been nt work nnd see
if yourannot find wonderful tilings Just
ns did Mury and Johnny.
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What’s in a Name?
8
By MILDRED MARSHALL
Fact» about your namo; th hMory:
moaning; whence It Wat derived;
»Igntficanco; your lucky day
and lucky jewel
PATTY
cpilE charming name of Putty Is not
A a diminutive of Patricia as is
popularly supposed, but conics, curi
ously enough, from Martha. For that
reason It means ‘becoming bitter,' des-
idte the fact that It has always been
bestowed on the sweetest heroines of
classic Action.
Patty iias a certain sncreil signifi
cance since It is derived from the
Murtha who was one of the sisters
of Bethady. It was she who Is said
to have destroyed by the sheer power
of her faith a flre-br«*atiilng dragon
which attacked her family while they
were on a pilgrimage. Although sho
is popularly supposed to have been
the sister of Mury Magdalen, there
Is some doubt among historians on
this score.
But however it may be, Martha was
tho forerunner of Patty ami gives to
the latter name, not only a religious
flavor, but a good old-fashlon«sl name,
which Ims become almost synonymous
with domesticity. A curious fact In
her evolution Is that she was derived
through Russia where Martha becamo
Marfa under Slavic Influence. The
name was so much used by tbo daugh
ters of the Imfierlal family, thnt it was
nci-cssary for England, nnd Inter
America, to evolve Putty ns 1111 en
dearment.
Ireland set the seal of npproval
upon Patty, preferring It to Martha,
whose only survival is in “Mab," queen
of the Fairies. France rejects Patty,
but uses Marthe nnd Marthon. Marta
Is the Italian version.
Patty’s tnllsmnnlc gem Is coral. It
will give her strength, wisdom, nnd
bodily henlth, according to old super
stition. But If she breaks a bit of her
coral, it's power vnnlshes ns If the
spirit Imprisoned within hnd fled,
Tuesday Is Patty’s lucky day and 7
her lucky number.
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