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BEAVER STATE HERALD, FEBRUARY 15, 1907 laugh. All be does Is to act as a pho i nograph. Every American Is a Ixrru humorist.” "There's something In that,” admit ted I'yue. “We do try to disinter a Joke. Bay. have you girls ever heard how an English professor explained the Yankee drawl?” "No!" they cried. “He Mid It represented the effort of By LOUIS TRACY, an uneducated mnn to make a apeech. leb« el "Tke Wlaga el ths Mandar* Every time Ills vocabulary gave out he lifted Ills voice to allow Im waau't half Copyright. IHM, by Kdward J. Clod* through with his Ideas." “Ob." said C..... tauce. "that is neither t--------------- kind nor true, surely." •Well,” agreed I’yne slowly, “that la HYNOI’HIH. UH A ITER I.—Alila? break an assl«U the view n friend of mlue took «f the ant kii-is-r ot thè llghthoiise, discovera remark. Ho be asked the professor If ili thè distarne a «hip in dlatreaa. Steph bo had n nice agreeable sort of definl« en Brami agreca to «alni otti lo it In tian, all ready for use, of the way Eng so doilig he Comes in contaci alili a lishmen clipped their syllables. 'I he shark » hhh Ite kills and Isotrd» thè other fellow allowed that lie hadn’t ahip. Ile timi« oli board thè I mm I v <>f a poudered on It. 'I gueaa.’ said my dead insti sud a strauge liundle under a friend, 'll represents the effort of an sali. Jones thè llglilliouae keeia-r low- era a basket ami* Imula Brami and Ida educated ass to talk English ' " Though the laugh was against tlicm. «frangi- bumbe «alely up. il.— The Ini udii- containa a live baby o( whicli they were form'd to snigger approval. "I think." snhi t'ountance. "that our « Indi Jone« assunte« ebarge. la Iter« •'ET" are Inumi un rhild'a cktlhing chief national falling Is pomposity, and Baby 1« plai id in etiargr o( nuvM a ho your story hits It off exactly In one of ha« ehargi* eleo ■>( Ktepln-n Brand'« oc.r small Cornish towns we have u childrvii l'in'd i« named "Enld Tn-vil- stout little mayor who made money In Iloti. Ili — Eighteen yrars later, Con- cheese and bacon, lie went to see tbe Mance, dauglder >>( Brand, ami Enld go Paris exhibition, and nu Exeter mini, to tip- llghlhoiiae alili ali old tislu-riiian tnectlug blm unexpectedly ut tbe foot nemi-d Beli. Tliey are < «iiglit ili a storni of the Eiffel tower, balled blm with sud ss tliey nearthè Hglitlmusc hearllu- delight. •Hello, Mr. Mayor’- be began. dnm-i-r sigimi front thè rock. Tliey land aafi-ly sud timi tbat two meri hav. lai-li 'Hush,' said the mayor, glancing buri Brami «ernia lite injuri-.! nirn around mysteriously. ‘I'm 'ere Incog.'” None who beard these light hearted loo k alili Ben. IV—Jackson and Ratea are loaered luto thè Is-at ami Ib-n I ikes young |>eoplo yelling with merrimeut Itleni l>u< k lo l'viixance The l>i<i»y is would Imagine that they had just dined inet by l.icuteiiant Htanhope alio 1« off u piece of hard baked bread made devolctlly iti loto alili Enid. Ile assisti- without yeast and washed down with in cariitg (or lite woiin-led nien. —V water tasting of tur and turpentine. "Now, Mlsa Enid, your turn!" cried Enid «pie« a I h - h I approaching thè rm-k. It 1« t'.e Ijipaing Brand dlarovers Pyue. timi it ÌHNailed by Hlanhota- Ile sigimi« Her eyes danced mischievously. (or thciu Hot to lami, ami Htanhope re "Unfortunately, by Hie accident of turn« to l'elixance. Tlie yirls «perni thè birth, I am deprived of the scuse ..f night at thè rock, \ I—During thè humor,'* she said. night a (uriotis «torni render* sleep lm- “It seems to be In the fumlly al) possiple. At daau Brami nmkes olita rigtit." he liaxarded, looking at Con- «hip in iliatre««. VII—A voung Ameri stance. can imimtl l'yne throws u ro|s- to Brand "Alaa," Mid Enid, "I am au Ameri alio makea fa«t to thè lighthouse ami can." by mraim ot a pulley arrangement sev- "I'll smile now. If that la all,” Mid enly-eiglit areaaved belorethe shlp gnes Pyue. down. Vili — Mrs. Vansiltart, Pyne's "But. please, I am not joking n little aunt, is «trangelv moved at sigili of bit When you go ashore you will prob Coiistaner- IX— Mrs. Vansitturt seeks to mesi Brami. X---Hlanlio|M- in tlie ably hear all alKHtt me. ao I may as Fnleon ap|>eara near ths lighthouse al well take the wind out of the sails of gossip. I am a mere wolf who came dayltreak ami trys lo risKtie thè girla. sailing In out of tbe west one day In a little Istst which must have come from lle always bail a pleasant quip or tbe new world, as no one ap|x-ared to funny story to brighten their talk. have lost either me or It In tbe old. "You can conquer trouble with a Dad picked ua both up a tid adopted grin." be said. "Worry doean't cut Ice." me.” Enid, of course, chaffed blui ulxiut Pyne did uot know whether to take bla American accent, which, alie pro her seriously or not until be sought tested. she would acquire after a confirmation In a pair of tranquil eyes, week's practice. which be gaxed Into at every opportu "It la so quaint to our ears," alio nity. went on. "I never In-fore gras|«>d tbe "It Is quite true,” said Constance reason why Murk Twain make* me gravely. "I suppose that tbe mysteri- She PILLAR OF LIGHT oils affinity between parents end loug lost children which exists In story books Is al) nonsense In reality. No fumlly could be more united and devot ed to each oilier than we are. yet Enid la not my slater, and my father la bars only by adoption, lie found her. half dying, drifting past this very rock, ami before he could resell her he fought ami killed a dreadful shark. We are very proud of dad, Mr. Pyne. You see. lie Is our only relation Enid knows neither her father nor mother, and my mother died when I was a laiby.” ‘•Great Hcott!" cried Pyne. He turned quickly toward tbe door. Mrs. Vanslttart. very |mle. with eyes that lo<ik<-d unnaturally large In the faint light, stood there. For an Instant lie was startled, lie had not aeon Mrs. Vanslttart since they came to the rock, and be was shocked by the change In her appearance. lie did not like her. Ills alert Intelligence distrusted her. but It was not his business In life to select a wife for fits uncle, ns be put It. and he bail always treated her with respectful imllteness. Now. owing to some fleeting aspect which be could not account for. amie vague ri-sctn- bin nee to another wlilch be did not re- member bnvlug not kill before, he viewed her with a certain expectant curiosity that was eifually unintelligi ble to blm. Hbe bold out a scrap of paper. "Mr Traill Is here.” she said quietly. "Here!” be rt-i>eated. wond t '•< wliut she meant and perplexed I,.» her ley, self contained tone, while lie tho'igiit It passing at range tint she bad no otter greeting for blm. "Well.” she said, "that la tjie liest word I can find, lie Is near to us—as near ns a steamer can bring blm. Mr. Brand has received a signaled message. He wrote It out and sent It to me by a mnn I Inquired where you were and was told you were engaged In the kitchen.” For some rvnsoi^ Mrs. Vanslttart seemed tn I m - greatly perturbed. Her presence put an end to tbe gayety of the place quite effectually. The young muu took tbe patter In silence. He read: Dear Madam — A signal just received from the Fulcon runs as follows; "Mr. Cyrus J Traill Is on board and sends his love to Etta and Charlie, lie will make every preparation for their comfort ashore and trusts they are bearing up well under inevitable hardships.'' Yours faith* fully, STEPHEN BRAND. Pyne strode to the door. “I must see If I can't get Mr. Braud to answer the old boy.” be cried. "Per haps you have atteuded to that al- ready." Rhe did not make way for. blm to pass. "N'o,” she said. ”1 came to seek you on tiint account. If not too late, will you tell your uncle that I do not wish to delay a moment In Penzance? He will please me moat by arranging for a sfM-clal train to await our arrival at the sbitlou.” "What's tbe hurry?" he demanded. "A woman's whim. If you like, but a fixed resolve nevertheless.” "Will you travel In that rig-out?” be asked quizzically. » "It Is an easy matter to call at a shop If we reach shore by daylight. Then I can puri-base a cloak and bat to serve my needs; otherwise It la matterlesa bow I am attired Will you do this?" "Why, certainly.” Hlie gave a little gasp of relief. In another Instant Pyne would have gone, but Enid, wbo liap|*ened to glance through tlie window which o|>ened to ward the northwest, detained blm. "There Is no hurry now. for sure," she said. “Tbe Falcon Is halfway to Carn du by this time. I do not sup- jMise she will return until It la too dark to do more than signal lm|>ortant news very briefly.” "But this Is Important.” cried Mrs. Vanslttart shrilly. "It Is of tbe utmoat Importance to me." " 'Fraid It can't te helped, ma'am.” said Pyne civilly. "Anyhow, we're not ashore yet. and 1 can't see that any time will tie waste»).” Tbe electric Itell Jangled In tbe room, causing Mrs. Vaaalttart to Jump vis ibly. "Oh. what la It?" she screamed. "My father la calling one of us up.” explained Constance. “It may be a message from .luck. You go. Enid." Enhl hurried away. Hbe bad scarcely reached the next floor before Mrs. Van alttart. who seemed to have moods In full compass, said aweet!y: "Convey my deep obligations to Mr. Braud, won't you. Charlie? Indeed, you might go now and write out the text of my message to your unde. Some early opportunity of dispatching it may of fer.” "All right." he said In the calm way which so effectually coucealed bls feel- Ings, "Shall I escort you to your room?” "By no means. 1 came here quite un assisted. M ims Bra ml and I can chat for a little while. It Is most wearying to be pent all day and all night In one little room. Even tbe change to an- other little room Is grateful.” Pyne bqwed. and they beard bls steady tread as be ascended the stairs. “Quite a nice boy. Charlie." said Mrs. Vanslttart, coming forward Into the kitchen, with Its medley of queer look ing. hissing, steaming contrivances. "Yea. We think he is exceedingly nice," Mid Constance. She wondered why the other woman seemed always to stand In the shadow by choice. Tbe strongest light In the darkened cham ber came from the grate, and Mrs. Vanslttart deliberately turned away from It “If all goes well he will soon be my nephew by marriage,” went on the other. “I quitted New York yesterday week In order to marry his uncle In 3 Paris. Rather a disastrous beginning to a new career. Is It not?' “I hope not. indeed. Perhaps you are surmounting difficulties at the com mencement rather than at tbe end." "It may be. I am so much older than you that I am leas optimistic. But you did not grasp tbe significance of my words. I Mid I was to be married in Paris.” "Yes." Mid Constance, still at a loss to catch the drift of an announcement which Mrs. Vanslttart seemed so anx ious to thrust upon her. “Well, the Chinook was wrecked last night. or. rather, early thia morning. Tlie name of the ship was not made known throughout tbe world until long after daybreak. It Is quite Impossible that Mr. Traill should have reached this remote corner of Englaud from Paris In tbe luterval.” For one moment the girl was put tied. Then a ready solution occurred 1« her. “Ob. of course, that Is very simple Mr. Traill was awaiting your arrival In Boutbampton. thinking to take yon by surprise, no doubt. That Is sure to be tbe explanation. Whnt a shock tbe first telegram mu»t have given blm!” "How did be ascertain that bis neph ew ami I were alive?” "The very first thing father did was to telegraph tlx* names of all tbe sur vivors. 1 know that Is so because I saw tbe mes«age.” “Ab! He Is a man of method. I sup pose. You are proud of blm. I beard you say.” “I think there Is no one like him In all the world. We are so happy at borne that sometimes I fear It cannot last. Yet. thank God. there Is no ex cuse for such nightmare terrors." Mrs. Vanslttart cooed in Her gentle way. “Indeed, you hare my earnest good wishes In that respect." she Mid. “Do we not owe our lives to you? That is an excellent reason for gratitude. If a selfish one. But some day soon you will t»e getting married and leaving the parental roof” “I do not wish to die an old maid,” laughed Coustance. “yet I have not discovered a better name than my own up to tbe present.” Rite fancied that Mrs. Vanslttart winced a little at this remark. Lteem- of widowhood I am about to lie mar ried again to a mao wbo is admirable In every way. He Is rich, distinguished In msnner and appearance, a person of note not only In the states, but on the continent. No woman of my years might desire a better match. Why could not the way tie made smooth for me? Why should the poor Chinook, out of the hundreds of mall steamers which cross the Atlantic yearly, be picked ent for utter disaster? It la a warning a threat from the gods!” Tbe unconscious bitterness of her tone moved tbe girl to find word» of consolation. “1 would not question the ways of Providence in the least.” sbe said. "Hurely you have far more reason for thankfulness than for regret.” ••Regret! I am not regretting, but I have gone through au<b trials that I Ing her visitor to be a bundle of nerves, sbe Jumped to the conclusion that the other woman read Into tbe words some farfetched disparagement of her own approaching marriage. “Of course.” sbe continued, affably tactful, “I will hold another view when tbe right man asks me.” "Were you In my place," murmured her visitor, apparently thinking aloud rather than addressing Constance, "you would not be fearful of misfor tune? You would not read an omen of 111 luck into this dramatic interruption of all your plans? After many years Constance teas deeply touched. well?” Sbe moved nearer, as If driven by uncontrollable Impulne. Constance, not prepared for such an outburst, was nevertheless deeply touched by this ap peal for sympathy. ”1 wish you all the joy and happiness which I am sure you deserve.” she said, stooping to kiss tbe wan, shrinking face held up to her. Mrs. Vanslttart burst Into a parox ysm of tears and tottered toward the door. "No. no.” she gasped as Constance caught her by the arm. “Do not come with me. I am—shaken. It will pass. For God's sake, let me go alone!” TO BE CONTINUED. Good Printing ? Call on The Herald. WATCH for the Opening Announcement « M ultnomah P harmacy E. R. McCOEL, Ph. G Troutdale PROPRIETOR I am unnerved. There, child! Forgive me for troubling you. And—and— klaa me. will you, and say you wish me I ■ Oregon i Í I t