MADE VAN VOD.
ILLUSfSfraffirWTERS
8YNOP8I3.
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L Corrfte da Babron, captain of French
cavalry, takes to his quarter! to ralae by
hand a motherless Irish terrier pup, and
names It pltchoune. He dlnea with the
Marquise d'Escllgnac and meets Miss Ju
lia Hedmond, American heiress. He Is or
dered to Algiers but la not allowed to
taka servants or dOKS. Miss Kedrnond
takes care of Pltchoune, who, longing for
hla roaster, runs away from her. The
marquise plans to marry Julia to the Duo
de Tremont. Pltchoune follows Subron to
Algiers, doit and master meet, and Babron
gets permission to keep his dog with him.
The Duo de Tremont finds tlx American
heiress capricious. Subron, wounded In
an engagement, fulls Into the dry bed of
a river and Is "watched over by Pltchoune.
After a horrible night and day Pltchoune
leaves him. Tremont takes Julia and the
marquise lo Algiers In his yacht but has
doubts about Julia's Red Cross mission.
Afipr long search Julia gets trace of Ba
bron's whereabouts. Julia for the mo
ment turns matchmaker in behalf of Tre
mont. Ilammet Abou tells the Mar
quise where he thinks Sabron may be
found. Tremont decides to go with Ham
met Abou to find Babron.
CHAPTER XXI Continued.
It was rare for the caravan to pass
by Benl Medinet. The old woman's
superstition foresaw danger In this
visit. Her veil before her face, her
gnarled old fingers held the fan with
which she had been fanning Sabron.
She went out to the strangers. Down
by the well a group of girls in gar
ments of blue and yellow, with earthen
bottles on their heads, stood staring
at Benl Medlnet's unusual visitors.
"Peace be with you, Fatou Annl,"
said the older of the Bedouins.
"Are you a cousin or a brother that
you know my name?" asked the an
cient woman.
"Everyone knows the name of the
oldest woman in the Sahara," said
Hammet Abou, "and the victorious are
always brothers."
"What do you want with me?" she
asked, thinking of the helplessness of
the village.
Hammet Abou pointed to the hut.
"You have a white captive In there.
Is he alive?"
"What Is that to you, son of a dog?"
"The mother of many sons Is wise,"
said Hammet Abou portentously, "but
she does not know that this man car
ries the Evil Eye. His dog carries the
Evil Eye for his enemies. Your people
have gone to battle. Unless this man
is cast out from your village, your
young men, your grandsons and your
sons will be destroyed.
The old woman regarded him calmly.
"I do not fear it," she said tran
quilly. "We have had corn and oil In
plenty. He Is sacred."
For the first time she looked at his
companion, tall and Blender and evi
dently younger.
"You favor the coward Franks," she
said In a high voice. "You have come
to fall upon us in our desolation."
She was about to raise the peculiar
wall which would have summoned to
her all the women of the village. The
dogs of the place had already begun to
show their noses, and the villagers
were drawing near the people under
the palms. Now the young man began
to speak swiftly In a language that she
did not understand, addressing his
comrade. The language was so curious
that the woman, with the cry arrested
on her lips, stared at him. Pointing to
his companion, Hammet Abou said:
"Fatou Annl, this great lord kisses
your hand. He says that he wishes
he could speak your beautiful lan
guage. He does not come from the
enemy; he does not come from the
French. He comes from two women
of his people by whom the captive is
beloved. He says that you are the
mother of sons and grandsons, and
that you will deliver this man op into
our hands In peace.
The narrow fetid streets were be-
einnine to fill with the figures of
women, their beautifully colored
robes fluttering In the light, and there
were curious eager children who came
running, naked save for the bangles
upon their arms and ankles.
Pointing to them, Hammet Abou
said to the old sage:
"See, you are only women here,
Fatou Annl. Your men are twenty
miles farther south. We have a cara
van of fifty men all armed, Fatou
Anni. They camp just there, at the
edge of the oasis. They are waiting.
We come in peace, old woman; we
come to take away the Evil Eye from
your door; but if you anger us and
rave against us, the dogs and women
of your town will fall upon you and
destroy every breast among you."
She began to beat her palms to
gether, murmuring:
"Allah! Allah!"
"Hush," said Ihe Bedouin fiercely,
"take us to the captive, Faton Annl."
Fatou Annl did not stir. She
pulled aside the veil from her with
ered face, so that her great eyes
looked out at the two men. She saw
her predicament, but she was a subtle
Oriental. Victory had been In ber
camp and In her village; her sons and
grandsons had never been vanquished.
Perhaps the dying man in the hut
would bring the Evil Eye! He was
dvlner. anyway he would not live
twenty-four hours. She knew this,
for her ninety years of life had seen
many eyes close on the oasis under
- the hard blue skies.
To the taller of the two Bedouins
he said In Arabic:
"Fatou Ann! It nearly on hundred
years old. She has borne twenty chil
dren, she has had fifty grandchildren;
the hai seen many wives, many brides
and many mothers. She does not be
lieve the sick man has the Evil Eye.
She Is not afraid of your fifty armed
men. Fatou Ann) Is not afraid. Al
lah is great. She will not give up the
Frenchman because of fear, nor will
she give him up to any man. 8he
gives him to the women of his people."
With dignity and majesty and with
great beauty of carriage, the old wom
an turned and walked toward her hut
and the Bedouins followed her.
CHAPTER XXII.
Into the Desert
A week after the caravan of the Due
de Tremont left Algiers, Julia Red
mond came unexpectedly to the villa
of Madame de la Maine at an early
morning hour. Madame de la Maine
Raw her standing on the threshold of
ber bedroom door.
"Chere Madame," Julia said, "I am
leaving today with a dragoman and
twenty servants to go Into the desert."
Madame de la Maine was still in
bed. At nine o'clock she read her pa
pers and her correspondence.
"Into the deBert alone!"
Julia, with her cravache In her
gloved hands, smiled sweetly though
she was very pale. "I had not thought
of going alone, Madame," she replied
with charming assurance, "I knew you
would go with me." ,
On a chair by her bed was a wrap
per of blue silk and lace. The com
tesse sprang up and then thrust her
feet Into her slippers and stared at
Julia.
"What are you going to do In the
desert?"
"Watch!"
"Yes, yes!" nodded Madame de la
Maine. "And your aunt?"
"Deep In a bazaar for the hospital,"
smiled Miss Redmond.
Madame de la Maine regarded her
slender friend with admiration and
envy. "Why hadn't I thought of It?"
She rang for her maid.
"Because your great-grandfather
was not a pioneer!" Miss Redmond
answered.
The sun whieh, all day long, held
the desert In Its burning embrace,
went westward in his own brilliant
caravan.
"The desert blossoms like a rose,
Therese."
"Like a rose?" questioned Madame
de la Maine.
She was sitting In the door of her
tent; her white dress and her white
Julia's Eyes Were Fixed Upon
the
Limitless Sands.
hat gleamed like a touch of snow
upon the desert's face. Julia Red
mond, on a rug at her feet, and in her
khaki riding-habit the color of th
sand, blended with the desert as
though part of it. She sat up as she
spoke.
"How divine! See!" She pointed
to the stretches of the Sahara before
her. On every side they spread away
as far as the eye could reach, suave,
mellow, black, undulating finally to
small hillocks with corrugated sides,
as a group of little sandhills rose soft
ly out of the sealike plain. "Look,
Thereset"
Slowly, from ocher and gold the
color changed; a faint wavelike blush
crept over the sands, which reddened,
paled, faded, warmed again, took
depth and grew intense like flame.
"The heart of a rose! N'est-ce pas,
Therese?"
"I understand now what you mean,"
said madame. The comtesse was not
a dreamer. Parisian to the tips of
her fingers, elegant fine, she had lived
a conventional life. Therese bad been
taught to conceal her emotions. She
had been taught that our feelings
matter very little to any one but our-
selves. She had been taught to go
lightly, to avoid serious things. Her
great-grandmother had gone lightly lo
the scaffold, exquisitely courteous till
the last
1 ask your pardon If I Jostled you In
the tumbrel," the old eomtosse had
said to her companion on the way to
the guillotine. "The springs of the cart
are poor" and she went up smiling.
In the companionship of the Amen
can girl, Therese ae it Maine nau
thrown off restraint. If the Marquise
d'Escllgnao had felt Julia's Influence,
Therese de la Maine, being near her
own age, echoed Julia's very feeling.
Except foi their dragoman and their
servants, the two women were alone
In the desert
Smiling at Julia, Madame de la
Maine said: "I haven't been so far
from the Rue de la Palx In my life."
"How can you speak of the Rue de
la Palx, Therese?"
"Only to show you bow completely I
have left It behind."
Julia's eyes were fixed upon the lim
itless sands, a sea where a faint line
lost Itself in the red west atid the hori
zon shut from her sight everything
that she believed to be her Ufa.
"This is the seventh day, Therese !'
"Already you are as brown as an
Arab, Julia!"
"You as well, ma chere amle!"
"Robert does not like dark women,"
said the Comtesse de la Maine, and
rubbed her cheek. "I must wear two
veils."
"Look, Therese!"
Across the face of the desert the
glow began to withdraw Its curtain.
The sands suffused an ineffable hue, a
shell-like pink took possession, and the
desert melted and then grew colder It
waned before their eyes, withered like
a tea-rose.
"Like a rose!" Julia murmured,
smell Its perfume!" She lifted her
head, drinking in with delight the
fragrance of the sands.
Ma chere Julia," gently protested
the comtesse, lifting her head, "per
fume, Julia!" But she breathed with
her friend, while a sweetly subtle, in
toxicating odor, as of millions and mil
lions of roses, gathered, warmed, kept
then scattered on the airs of heaven,
Intoxicating her.
To the left were the huddled tents of
their attendants. No sooner had the
sun gone down than the Arabs com'
menced to sing a song that Julia had
especially liked:
Love la like a sweet perfume,
It comes, It escapes.
When It's present, It Intoxicates;
When It's a memory, it brings tears.
Love is like a sweet breath,
It comes and it escapes.
The weird music filled the silence of
the silent place. It had the evanescent
quality of the wind that brought the
breath of the sand-flowers. The voices
of the Arabs, not unmusical, though
hoarse and appealing, cried out their
love-song, and then the music turned
to Invocation and to prayer.
The two women listened silently as
the night fell, their figures sharply
outlined in the beautiful clarity of the
eastern night.
Julia stood upright. In her c" re
riding dress, she was as slender - i a
boy. She remained looking toward the
horizon, immovable, patient, a silent
watcher over the uncommunicative
waste.
"Perhaps," she thought, "there is
nothing really beyond that line, so fast
blotting Itself Into night and yet I
seem to see them come!"
Madame de la Maine, in the door
of her tent, immovable, her hands
clasped around her knees, look affec
tionately at the young girl before her,
Julia was a delight to her. She was
carried away by her, by her frank sim
plicity, and drawn to her warm and
generous heart. Madame de la Maine
had her own story. She wondered
whether ever, for any period of her
conventional life, she could have
thrown everything aside and stood out
with the man she loved.
Julia, standing before her, a dark
slim figure in the night Isolated and
alone recalled the figurehead of
ship, its face toward heaven, pioneer
lng the open seas.
.
Julia watched, lpdeed. On the desert
there Is the brilliant day, a passionate
glow, and the nightfall. They passed
the nights sometimes listening for
cry that should hall an approaching
caravan, sometimes hearing the wild
cry of the hyenas, or of a passing vul
ture on his horrid flight. Otherwise,
until the camp stirred with the dawn
and the early prayer-call sounded "Al
lah! Allah! Akbar!" into the still
ness, they were wrapped in complete
silence. ,
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Meaning of Yankee.
Th.re are several conflicting the
ories regarding the origin of the
word Yankee. The most probable Is
that it came from a corrupt pronun
ciation by the Indians of the word
English, or Its French from Anglais,
The term Yankee was originally ap
plied only to the natives of the New
England states but foreigners have
extended It to all the natives of the
United States and during the Ameri
can Civil war the southerners used it
as a term of reproach for all the in
habitants of the North.
Porto Rico Sugar Industry.
The Important part played by the
sugar industry in the material welfare
of Porto Rico is shown by ths figures
of exports. Out of a total valuation of
exports amounting to 143,000,000 dur
ing the fiscal year ending June SO,
1914, sugar alone constituted over J 20.
000,000. This was the lowest sum real
ized for sugar exports In five years.
Under normal conditions sugar con
stitutes two-thirds the total value of
all exports.
CONCERNING MAN WHO LOVED
He 8 ho wed Affection for Everybody
and Everything Except Neighbor
on Party Telephone Line.
There was once a man who tried to
love his neighbors. He began with
those next door and succeeded In lov
ing them very satisfactorily, although
one of thorn kept chickens and the oth
er one was a rival and perhaps supe
rior gardener. From these concrete
examples he proceeded to demonstrate
his ability to love the abstract var
iety of neighbors which Includes ev
erybody and everything. He not only
loved his neighbors' chickens, but be
loved his neighbors' garden even the
arrogant tomatoes that bloomed and
flourished there while those in his own
garden pined away. He loved the Ice
man and the light and gas and water
men and he would have loved the man
who cleaned the streets It be bad Been
certain of his existence.
He loved the gentleman across the
street who tinkered with his motor
car all day Sunday, and he loved the
woodpecker that hammered the water
spout outside his bedroom window at
five o'clock each morning. He loved
the neighbors' children, although they
pulled his pansles, and he pretendod
that he loved the beetles that fed on
the hearts of his rosebuds. He loved
hot weather and cold weather, and ex
pressed a peculiar affection for the
weather man.
All these he loved, and many more,
but there was one neighbor that he
could not love. It was the neighbor
who was said to be on the same party
telephone line with him. It Is doubt
ful It anybody has ever succeeded in
loving that elusive, ever-present some
body who seems to live on his party
line. It has long been a matter of re
gret that one half of the world did not
know how the other half lived. By
means of the party line we have found
out all about It, and a very unprofita
ble piece of knowledge It has been,
We know too much about the' neigh
bor on our party line, and he knows
too much about us.
This man might have succeeded In
loving his neighbor on his telephone
line if he had met hlra over the gar
den fence, but they were forever as
saulting each other with unexpected
and irritable "helloes," and with vehe
ment requests from each to the other
to "get off the line." When he called
up hU wife In the morning his neigh
bor's wife answered him, and when
he tumbled down the stairs to answer
his telephone In the night the neigh
bor Bent him back to bed humiliated,
And then his wife and the neighbor's
wife met at a luncheon where the lat
ter induced the former to listen to a
weary recital of the telephone habits
of the "fclks on their party line." Of
course there was no chance after that
It seems that It cannot be done. The
party telephone lines connect us too
closely with our neighbors to permit
us to love each other.
The Berry Par Excellence.
After the wild strawberry has been
held up as the strawberry par excel
lence for generations, the New York
Independent comes along and says it
Is all a myth. It is pure imagination,
the article says, that wild strawber
ries were or are sweeter than the
cultivated sort.
That assertion iray pass unnoticed
by the man who has lived all his life
on paved streets. But ask the man
who, as a boy, went out in the early
days of summer to the fields or road
side hunting for wild strawberries.
Wild strawberries! What memories
they recall. Was there ever a straw
berry, hothouse or truck garden va
riety, that could compare in sweetness
cr flavor to the strawberry of the
countryside and field? Granting that
old-time memories are faulty, ask the
country boy of today. The verdict of
the Independent is reversed on apjeal
to the great American tribunal of boy
hood. Nothing can dim the fame of
the wild Btrawberry. It is BtiU the
berry par excellence. Kansas City
Times.
The Student and the World.
Commencement time, and Its output
of graduates with their diplomas, is
Btill the object of much gecd-natured
fun, but it Is a most encouraging time
for the world. The inclination of the
graduates to take themselves and the
world Beriously Is a hopeful sign ot
success. More than ever beftre suc
cess In life depends on the possession
of a trained mind qualified to intelli
gently direct effort. System is the
ruling element in all lines of commer
cial or industrial activity, and the
graduate of today Is grounded in sys
tem above all tilings. The thinker is
the dominating factor of life, in all
its ramifications. The advantage of
a well-rounded educational training is
that its possessor may adjust the
practical to the sentimental, and be
better enabled to derive from life its
highest and best pleasures. The
world welcomes the graduate as an
added asset, and will give to each an
opportunity in tht race for which
preparation has been made. Omaha
Bee.
Liberating Caged Birds.
Writing on this subject in Bird
Notes and News, Mr. W. H. Hudson
mentions the common idea that a
caged bird when liberated is speedily
set upon and Ill-treated by wild birds.
It appears that the Royal Society for
the Protection of Birds receives
many letters of inquiry on this sub
ject from persons who would like to
purBue the humane hobby of freeing
blris from captivity. The writer men
tions several observations of his own
and of others which appear to shew
that there Is no truth In the popular
notion.
GAME Of LIFE WAS CALLED
On Account of Darkness After Tragic
Aocident to Enthuslastlo
Baseball Fin.
W. H. Murphy, a salesman, living
at the Mlnneveska apartments, wai
on his way to the ball game, report!
the Los Angeles Times. He tried tc
board a moving train, grasped tin
handrail and tried to lift himself tc
the stops. His grasp was not firm
and his palms were moist with run
nlng, and as he began to elevate him
self his hands slipped.
A lurch, a swing and a sudden shift
and his body was thrown to the rails
His legs were caught beneath thi
wheels and the train passed over
them, amputlng both above th
ankles.
He was taken to the Roceivlng hos
pltnl for treatment, where Surgeon
Wiley and Assistant Surgeons Rooms
and Johnson dressed the limbs, an
operation demanding further ampu
tation. As be went to the operating
table to receive the ether he wai
smiling and cheerily talked with the
nurses.
"No more ball games for me foi
a while," he remarked.
The attentions of the surgeoni
stopped further speech, while the
ether was administered, and after
ward, when he had been wheeled from
the spotless surgery to the ward, he
began to talk again. He was at the
ball game.
Well, he'll get a hit now. The
time has come; he's going to get a
hit now.
"Oh, hum, It's rather a slow game
today. What's the matter with those
boys that they're moving so slow!
They ought to hurry. Can't they see
it's getting dark? It's certainly get
ting dark fast. You can hardly see
the outfielders there not in right
field, anyhow. I guess they'll have tc
stop soon, won't they? The sun's all
gone down. My, but it went fast,
"And see how dark it's getting
why why
"I guess they'll have to call the
game.
And the surgeons drew the sheet
far over his head and notified the un
dertakers.
New Record by Fisheries Bureau,
The commissioner of fisheries, un
der date of June 10, advises that not
only will the output of the fish-cultural
operations of the bureau of fish
eries during the fiscal year ending
June 30 surpass previous records but
for the first time in many years there
has been a sufficient supply of black
bass to meet all current demands foi
both public and private waters. All
outstanding applications for. bUcM
bass will be filled. Some of these h.-vve
been held over for several years tot
lack of a sufficient supply of the fish
Among recent deliveries of this flBh
have been 10,000 to a large artificial
lake at Austin, Tex., formed by the
damming of the Colorado river, and at
the station whence the fish came
large Bupply is now on hand. It is the
policy of the bureau to distribute each
year an increasingly large proportion
of fish which have been retained at
the hatcheries until they reach the
flngerllng or yearling stages, which
means that the output, being more
mature, is better able to care for Itself
and is not bo subject to the depreda
tions of natural enemies.
Hydroplane a Freak.
The hydroplane of the day is
freak in every sense of the word. The
various types of underbody construc
tion are designed to give the boats
lifting power, to lessen the draft un
der speed, and, consequently, the dis
placementIn other and plainer
words, to lessen the amount of water
that has to be pushed aside in th
endeavor to make high speed. The
hydroplane 1b the outcome of years of
study by the beat naval architects and
marine engineers in freak-boat con
struction. Thousands of dollars are
spent annually on these freaks, but
many are thrown on the junk pile and
the effort repeated. All of these boats
are overpowered, as one would con
sider the needs of au ordinary boat
But extra power is added to gain
little extra speed. Thus one of th
Atlantic coast owners is this year du
pllcatlng his power by adding a sec
ond motor to a 45-mller with the hope
of adding an extra ten miles an hrur
to the speed. This may be termed
freakishness, yet In the quest for the
60-miIer all sorts of freakish things
are being undertaken.
Auto Wins In Train Race.
After a mad race, covering 18 miles,
between an express train on the Laurel
line and a high-powered automobile,
which had been requisitioned by Chief
of Police Roberts of Wilkes-Barre,
the latter captured a man accused of
flimflamming a Wllkes-Barrean as he
stepped from a train in Scranton, Pa.
The fugitive got away with a ten-
minute start, but the big racing car
cut down the running time, and the
officers were waiting at the station
here for their man, who was taken
back to Wilkes-Barre.
The running time of the train was
35 minutes, and the automobile trav
eled a little more than a mile a minute
to overhaul it. Scranton DiBpatch to
Philadelphia Record.
Height of Absurdity.
"Look at those two chumps having
a heated argument about the merits
and demerits of an automobile."
'Do you mean the two men examln
lng a car across the street?"
"Yes."
"Umphl To make matters worse,
neither one owns the car they are
wrangling about."
ON LIFE'S HIGHWAYS
6TRAN0E MEETINGS THAT FAT I
WILL BRING ABOUT.
Graduate! of the 8ame University, Is
Different Circumstances, Communed
In the Northern Woods "The
Weary Ways of Men."
A graduate of a great university wai
camped one night six years ago In the
woods of northern Michigan. He and
bis companions, lying upon a bed ol
spruce boughs, with their feet to ths
fire of blazing pine roots, heard twlgi
crackling out In the darkness. They
sat up quickly as a man emerged from
the shadow into the firelight, a young
man, unshaven, unkempt, battered by
fate, and carrying a bundle under hli
arm.
The stranger ate and then he sat on
his haunches by the fire, with bit
knees in bis arms, and smoked and
talked. In a pause of the conversa
tion the graduate, looking dreamily
out toward the shadowy forest aisles,
and harkenlng to the soughing of the
night wind In the pine trees, quoted
this bit from Mathew Arnold's "Dover
Beach:"
The sea of faith
Was once, too, at Its full, and round
earthly shore
Lay like the folds ot a bright girdle
furl'd
But now I only hear
lis melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of Uie night-wind, down the vast edges
drear.
And naked shingles ot the world.
There he paused, and immediately
the stranger took up the quotation and
continued it:
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! For the world, whlcn
seems
To He before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so- new,
Hath really neither Joy, nor love, noi
light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help foi
pain:
And we are here as on a darkening plain,
Swept by contused alarms of struggle and
flight
Where Ignorant armies clash by night
The stranger was a graduate of the
same university. For seven years he
had been drifting, with no definite
aim, but always carrying in his bundle
three boDkB, the "Rubalyat, "Medita
tions of Marcus Aurellus" and ths
Oxford Book ot English Verse."
The stranger took from his bundle
the book of verse, and the other grad
uate dug nut of his knapsack a copy ol
Matthew Arnold's poems, and there,
by the firelight In the forest, they ex
changed books, and eat until morning
talking, and then they ate again and
the stranger took hla bundle under hla
arm, and, as they Bhook hands in part
ing, he quoted T. E. Brown's;
To live within a cave It is most good;
But If God makes a day
And someone come and Bay:
Lo! I have gathered faggots In tin
wood!" " ,
E'en let him stay,
And light a Are, and fan a temporal
mood,
So sit till morning, when the light Is
grown
That he his path may read.
Then bid the man Ood-speed.
His morning la not thine, yet must thou
own
They have a cheerful warmth, those
ashes on the stone
And so they parted, and each forgot
to ask the other's name, and they
never met again.
One day last week that same uni
versity graduate, who had been camp
ing in the northern woods, went Into
restaurant on Grand avenue in
Kansas City for a bite and a sup. It
was a cheap "short order" place. The
woman who came to take his order
glanced at a little golden watch key
that hung from his fob and Bmiled.
When she returned with his ten-cent
plate of beans and coffee she looked
again at the key, which was the in
signia ot the Phi Beta Kappa honor
fraternity, and said:
"Et tu in Arcadia vixisti?" ("And
you have lived in Arcadia?")
The graduate stared In astonish
ment, fingered his fraternity key, and
asked:
"You recognize that?"
"I? Certainly. I have a key myself.
But I keep it in my room."
"And how came ycu here? What's
the story?"
For answer she quoted this line
from Ernest Dawson:
'The weary ways of men," and went
for another order of beans. Kansas
City Star.
This Deer la a Trusty.
Mrs. Ada Kirkpatrtck of Mission
Canyon, Cal., has a deer that refuses
to yield to the call of the wild. For
three years Mrs. Klrkpatrick has kept
the deer on her fenced-in ranch, where
it has been a delight to visitors. Each
night she has had the deer shut in a
smaller inclosure to safeguard the
nimble- creature from harm.
Believing that the deer yearned for
the wild life the owner opened the
gates leading Into the mountains. The
deer was off like a shot. But when
darkness came the deer waa found
pawing at the inclosure gate.
Each night now for some time the
deer has returned to be locked up
after roaming all day over the moun
tain range. Despite its freedom the
creature continues to be tame, and
comes when its owner calls.
Its Species.
"The fruit Eve handed to Adam la
the Garden of Eden was not an apple."
"What was it, then?"
"A lemon."