Miss Lulu Bett By ZONA GALE Copyright by D. Appleton A Company V—Continued. / —11— ROMANCE OF WORDS •'Sub R om ." E A NING literally “under ' the rose," this synonym secrecy or confidence dates I to 477 B. V., when Pau- as, commnml«»r of the Spar­ tan and Athenian fleet, wns cn- gnged In conspiracy with Xerxes to betray Greece to the Peraians. The meetings were conducts«! In n building connected with the Temple of Minerva and calle«! the “Brazen House." Hocuuse «ne roof of this building was covered with roses, the Intrigue was literally carried on "under the rose.” Pausanlas. however, wns be- trayed by one of hla men and. to escape arrest, he tied to the Temple of Minerva. The crowd, fearing to violate the sanctity of the temple, walled up the en­ trance and left I'ausuuliis to die of starvation In th«» very place where he had been guilty of treachery. It Inter became custom among the Athenians to wear a rose when they had confident Ini communlcut Ion to make, und the flower also ap- peared on the ceilings of ban­ quet halls to remind the guests that what was spoken there was In confidence. The same prac­ tice was common nm.mg the an- clent Germans and. In the Six- teenth century, it was usual to see a rose placed over the con- fesslonals in Itoman Catholic churches. BILLY ’rOSNUM'S BATH he awoke iigiiln with u »turt that mad«' him tremble, for the tre«» In which he was sleeping was certainly falling. “It muat have been Mr. Man after Kirvuni In the hoo <1 m . Hut Billy h»iirned nil," thought Billy 'Fossum. "Old Mr. a Ivsson Dog must have trucked me here and after Huit lie chose hl* lumie fur from they have cut down the tree." He did not have time to think more, II*» did n<>t Hch'ct this tree to be near for while he was looking with both the water, because Billy 'l'pai>«r Syndic*««.) lously his Ina. “You know that, don't I "How the dickens did you think of you?" he sharply Inquired. pianos for a line?" Dwight asked him Dwight mulled this. Lulu might "But I n»ally think you ought to once. “Now, my father was a dentist, have told every one of these women have written to Ninian about it." she that cock-and-bull story with which now dared to say, “It’s not a nice po­ । so 1 came by It natural- never enter««! I my head to be anything else. But pl- she had come home. It might be all sition for Lulu.” 1 anos—” over town. Of course, in that case he “Nice? Well, but whom has she got 1 he music man—his name was Nell could turn Lulu out—should do so. in to blame for It?" i orntsh threw up his chin In a boy­ fact. Still the story would be all over "Why, Ninian.” said Ina. ish fashion, ami said he'd tie Jiggered town. Dwight threw out his hands. “Her­ It he knew. All up and down the War­ “Dwight," said Lulu, “I want Nin­ self." he said. "To tell you the truth. bleton main street, th«» chances are ian’s address." I was perf«»ctly amaz«Hl at the way that the answer would Bound th«» “Going to write to him!" Ina cried she snapped him up there lu that res- same. “I’m studying law when I get Incredulously. taurant.” the chance,” said Cornish, as one who “I want to ask him for the proofs “Why, but. Dwight—" makes a bld to be thought «if more that Dwight wanted." . "Brazen,” he said. “Oh, It was highly. , "My dear Lulu," Dwight said impa­ brazen.” “I see," said Dwight, respectfully tiently, “you are not the one to write. “It was Just fun. In the first place." dwelling on the verb. Have you no delicacy?” "But no really nice woman—" he Later on, Cornish confided more to Lulu smiled—a strange smile, orig­ shook his head. Dwight: He was to come by a little inating and dying in one corner of “Dwight! Lulu is nice. The idea !" Inheritance some day—not much, but her mouth. He regarded her. “Would you have something. Yes, it made a man feel a “Yes,” she said. “So much delicacy done that?” he would know. certain confidence. . . . that I want to be sure whether I’m Under his fond look, she soft«»ned, "Don’t it?" said Dwight, heartily, as took his homage, accepted everything, if he knew. married or not.” Dwight cleared his throat with a was silent. Every one liked Cornish. He told “Certainly not.” he said. “Lulu's funny stories, and he never conqiared movement which seemed to use his tastes are not fine like yours. I Warbleton save to Its advantage. So shoulders for the purpose. “I myself will take this up with my should never think of you as sisters.” at last Dwight said tentatively at "She's awfully go«» Ute for that kind face which he had never seen before. that daughter of mine Is never any­ with a strip of wet cloth to hold In business or Ms club Just ns much of mending. You may, however, “You write that letter to Ninian,” where.” the Juices; this may be easily removed as the woman at home or in her sew- lie g«*ttlng a bit too fussy and she said, “and you make him tell you A brief silence ensued as they were as soon as the pie is baked. Bake 40 Ing circle. In fact some gossip Is real- spending money mid doctor’s so you’ll understand, I know he seated. There being a guest, grace was minutes in a moderate oven. ly delightful. If we ceased to talk spoke the truth. But I want you to time extravagantly. The g "‘«r-shaped "Ina and I’ll walk down with you music man, what on earth was that? sic man, "I can’t play a thing. Don’t self to listen, more than Ill-bred to mark on the nnll, it 1* n elgn of af. know a black note from a white one. ” to mail It,” said Lulu. Warbleton Inquired. read a letter over another person's fectlon that Is not reciprocated, except "You don’t? Why DI plays very Dwight hesitate«], frowned. His Ina The music man arrived. Installed shoulder, but It Is ten times worse to n^Vi: Trk oa ,ha watched him with consulting brows three pianos, and filled his window prettily,” said Di’s mother. “But? make free with such Information after na", *hen It means the opposite, or re­ “I was going,” said Dwight, “to pro­ with sheet music, as sung by many then, how can you tell what songs to you have gleaned It. quired affection. pose a little stroll before bedtime.” ladies who swung In hammocks or order?" Ina cried. (©. 1)11, by MrClur« Newspaper Syndicate ) Nails of medium length and width, (TO BE CONTINUED.) He roved about the room. “Where's kissed their hands on the music cov- ------------o----------- and ot a bluish tint, show that the cl/ my beautiful straw hat? There's noth- ers. Whlle he was still moving In, eulation of the blood Is faulty a«! Japanese Paper. ing like a brisk walk to induce sound, Dwight Herbert Deacon wandered there is a tendency toward extreme A government expert who has been restful sleep," he told them. A LINE 0’ CHEER He downstairs and stood informally In the Investigating the wonderful papers of nervousness. wreme hummed a bar. door of the new store. The music man, Japan reports that the Japanese make (© by Wh**l*rjrnd|e>|e } "You’ll be all right, mother?” Lulu a pleasant-faced chap of thirty-odd, By John Kendrick Bangs. water bags or rice paper, which are asked. was rubbing at the face of a piano. lf Cow’ Only Could. held to be more durable as well as Mrs. Bett did not look up. “These “Hello, there I” he said. “Can I sell less expensive than similar articles When they were laying the brick THE FLYING HOUR cardamon hev got a little mite too you an upright?" • rrZT^L0^ made of rubber. Between the layers dry,” she said. "If I can take it out in pulling your of paper, which Is soft and flexible, OME folks think of Tomorrow, w. u.at d,y’ teeth, yoq can," Dwight replied. “Or," resin Is used, and the outside Is cov- And some of Testerday, were working with th« crew. W. On th« Waiting List With all the Joy and sorrow In their room, lua and Dwight dis­ said he, "I might marry you free. ered with lacquer. ¿°W' ,hen’ "nd i»r- Percival—Philippa, when I make my That linger on the way. cussed the Incredible actions of Lulu. either one.” h ’ U«8 ed t (> C om ® t 0 u " tor nm*. But In this world of foment. fortune I ’ m going to ask you to marry "I saw," said Dwight, “I saw she On thia their friendship began, One day two came over. They waited My task Ie finding how Guatemala, with about 2,000,000 In­ wasn’t herself. I’d do anything to Thenceforth, when business was dull. habitants, has th« largest population me. Will you mind waiting for me? To a«i*e the paeelng moment. until we filled their order. Philippa—Not at «11, Percy; not at Has Anyone Laughed ? At You Because YOUR^j„„ >. HAND a * S avoid that." having a scene—you know Hla glance swept a Uttlq anx- the idle hours of both men were be­ of any of the Central American re­ guiled with idle gossip. publics. all. Th« longer I have to wait tot you th« hotter I'll 11k« it And make the beet of NOW. »hl*^ meuha” *>“• from the cow that gives buttermilk,' said one ”— la. dlanapolls News.