WOMANfSS Auflor of "GKeAMXTEUR CRACKSMAN. RAFFLES. Etc. ILLUSTRATIONS fey O. IRWIN MYERS CHAPTER XIV Continued. 13 Toy cocked bis bead at both ques tion and answer, but inclined it quick ly as Cazalet turned to him before proceeding. "I vent in and found Henry Craven lying in bis blood. That's gospel it was so I found him lying just where be had fallen in a heap out of the leather chair at his desk. The top right-hand drawer of his desk was open, the key in it and the rest of the bunch Btlll swinging! A revolver lay as It had dropped, upon the desk it had upset the ink and there were cartridges lying loose in the open drawer, and the revolver was loaded. I swept it back into the drawer, turned the key and removed it with the bunch. But there was something else on the desk that silver-mounted truncheon and a man's cap was lying on the floor. I picked them both up. My first Instinct, I confess it, was to re move every sign of manslaughter and to leave the scene to be reconstructed into one of accident selzure-any-thing but what It was!" . : ," -He paused as if waiting for a ques tion. None was asked, . Tone's moutb might have been sewn , up, his eyes were like hatpins driven into his head. The other two Biniply stared. "It was a mad idea, but I had gone mad," continued Cazalet. "I had hat ed the victim alive, and it couldn't change me that he was dead or dying; that didn't make him a white man, and neither did it necessarily blacken the poor devil who had probably suf fered from him like the rest of us and only struck him down In self defense. The revolver on the desk made that pretty plain. It was out of the way, but now I saw blood all over the desk as well; it was soaking , into the blotter, and it knocked the bottom out of my idea. What was to . be done? I had meddled already; how could I give the alarm without giving myself away to that extent, and God knows how much further? The most awful moment of the lot came as I hesitated the dinner-gong went off in the hall outside the door! I remem ber watching the thing on the floor to see if It would move, "Then I lost my head absolutely. I turned the key In the door, to give myself a few seconds' grace or Btart; it reminded me of the keys in my hands. One of them was one of those little round bramah keya. It seemed familiar to me even after so many years. I looked up, and there was my father's Michael Angelo closet, with its little, round bramah keyhole. I opened it as the outer door was knocked at and then tried. But my mad instinct of altering every pos sible appearance, to mislead the po lice, stuck to me to the last. And I took the man's watch and chain into the closet with me, as well as the cap and truncheon that I had picked up before. "I don't know how long I was above ground, so to speak, but one of my father's objects had been to make his retreat sound-tight, and I could scarce ly bear what was going on in the room. That encouraged me; and two of you don't need telling how I got out through the foundations, because you know all about the hole I made my self as a boy in the floor under the oilcloth. It took Borne finding with single matches; but the fear of your neck gives you eyes in your finger ends, and gimlets, too, by Jove! The worst part was getting out at the other end, into the cellars; there were heaps of empty bottles to move, one by one, before there was room to open the manhole door and to squirm out over the slab; and I thought they Tang like a peal of bells, but I put them all back again, and apparently . , nobody overheard in the scullery. "The big dog barked at me like blazes he did again the other day but nobody seemed to bear him either. I got to my boat, tipped a fellow on the towing path to take It back and pay for It why baven't the police got bold of him? and ran down to the bridge over the weir. I stopped a big car with a smart shaver smoking his pipe at the wheel. I should have thought he'd have come forward for the reward that was put up; but I pre tended I was late for dinner I bad In tcwn, and I let blm drop ma at the , Grand Hotel. He cost me a fiver, but I had on a waistcoat lined with notes, and I'd more than five minutes in hand t Charing Cross. If you want to know, It was the time In band that gave me the whole Idea of doubling back to Genoa; I must have been half way up to town before I thought of it!" He had told the whole thing as be always could tell an actual experi ence; that was one reason why it rang so true to one listener at every point. But the sick man's sunken eyes bad advanced from their sockets In cumu lative amazement And Hilton Toy laughed shortly when the end was reached. "You figure some on our credulity!" waa bis first comment -? "1 don't figure on snytblng from you, Toy, except a pair of handcuffs as a first Installment!" TERM OF MUCH SIGNIFICANCE Phrase "South of Psnama" Meant Much More Thsn Merely a Geo graphical Location. "8ou.th of Panama" is a phrase which bat a mighty significance. It means not morely geographical loca tion. It signifies vast virgin area of lowland and upland contrasted with tallow valley and lofty plateau pop ulated and cultivated through canto . rte. Toy rose in prompt acceptance of tha challenge. "Seriously, Cazalet, you ask us to believe that you did all this to screen a man you didn't have time to recognize?" "I've told you the facts." "Well, I guess you'd better tell them to the police." Toye took bis hat and stick. Scruton was struggling from his chair. Blanche stood petri fied, a dive under a serpent's spell, as Toye made her a sardonic bow from the landing door. "You broke your Bide of the contract, Miss Blanche! I guess it's up to me to complete." "Wait!" It was Scruton's raven croak; he had tottered to his feet "Sure," Bald Toye, "if you've any thing you want to say as an Interested party." "Only this he's told the truth!" "Well, can be prove it?" "I don't know," said Scruton, "But I can!" "You?" Blanche chimed in there. "Yes, I'd like that drink first, if you don't mind, Cazalet." It was Blanche who got It for him, In an Instant "Thank you! I'd say more If my bless ing was worth having but here's something that is. Listen to this, you American gentleman: I was the man who wrote to him In Naples. Leave It at that a minute; tt was my second letter to him; the first was to Austra lia, in answer to one from him. It was the full history of my downfall. I got a warder to smuggle It out That letter was my one chance." "I know it by heart" said Cazalet "It was that and nothing else that made me leave before the shearing." "To meet me when I came out!" Scruton explained in a hoarse whisper, "To to keep me from going straight to that man, as I'd told him I should in my first letter! But you can't bit these things off to the day or the week; he'd told me where to write to blm on his voyage, and I wrote to Naples, but that letter did not get the other door. "Well? Aren't yon going too? You were near enough. you see! I n an accessory all right he dropped his voice "but I'd be pria qipal if I could instead of him!" But Toye had come back into the room, twinkling with triumph, even rubbing his hands. "You didn't see? You didn't see? I never meant to go at all; it wa a bit of bluff to make him own up, and it did, too, bully!" The couple gasped. . "You mean to tell me," cried Caza let, "that you believed my story all the time?" "Why, I didn't have a moment's doubt about it!" Cazalet drew away from the chuck ling creature and his crafty glee. But Blanche came forward and held out her hand. "Will you forgive me, Mr. Toye?" "Sure, if I had anything to forgive. It's the other way around, I guess, and about time I did something to help." He edged up to the folding door. "This is a two-man job, Cazalet the way I make it out Guest It' my watch on deck!" "The other's the way to the police station," said Cazalet densely. Toye turned solemn on the word. "It's the way to hell, if Miss Blanch will forgive me! This is more like the other place, thanks to you folks. Guess I'll leave the angels in charge!" Angelic or not, the pair were alone at last; and through the doors they heard a quavering croak of welcome to the rather human god from the American machine. "I'm afraid he'll never go back with you to the bush," whispered Blanche. "Scruton?" "YeB." "I'm afraid, too. But I wanted to take somebody else out, too.' I was trying to say so over a week ago, when we were talking about old Venus Potts. Blanchie, will you come?" (THE END.) BURGLAR E By JANE OSBORN. ONE ON THE FLOORWALKER Presumably He Knew Duties of HI Position, But He Wis Not Pro ficlentjn Spelling. The worst thing about the following Is that it is true, and what's more, that it happened in one of Pittsburgh's stores. The girl, stylishly attired, stepped up to the still more stylishly-attired floorwalker and inquired where she would find the chiffon. The floorwalk er consulted a notebook. Her surprise cam when be gravely told ber that they did not keep chiffon. Why!" she gasped, "you cannot possibly mean that." In her eagerness she stepped closer to the stylishly-attired man than Elea nor Gale says a stylishly-attired wom an should, and looked over his shoul- der at the notebook. Oh! I see," she said, flatly, as she moved off to ask the girl at the glove counter about the chiffons. The man bad been looking under the s's. Bal timore Star. "You Broke Your Side of the tract, Miss Blanche." Coa smuggled out My warder friend bad got the sack. I had to put what I'd got to say so that you could read It two ways. So I told you, Cazalet, I was going straight up the river for a row and you can pronounce that two ways. And I said I hoped I sbouldn break a scull but there's another way of spelling that and It waa the other way I meant!" He chuckled grimly "I wanted you to lie low and let me lie low If that' happened. I wanted Just one man In the world to know I'd done it But that's how we came to miss each other, for you timed It to a tick, If you hadn't misread me about the river." He drank again, stood stralghter and found a fuller voice. "Yet I never meant to do it unless he made me, and at the back of my brain I never thought be would, thought he'd do something for me, after all he'd done beforel Shall tell you what be did?" "Got out his revolver!" cried Caza let In a voice that was hit own justlfl- cation a well. "Pretending It was going to be hi check-book!" said Scruton, through bis teeth. "But I heard blm trying to cock it Inside bis drawer. There was his ' special constable's truncheon hanging on the wall silver mounted for all the world to know bow he' stood up for law and order In the tight of men! I tell you it was a joy to feel the weight of that truncheon, and to see the hero of Trafalgar Square fumbling with a thing he didn't un derstand! I hit him as hard as God would let me and the rest you know except that I nearly did trip over the man who swore it was broad day' light at the time!" lie tottored to the folding-doors, and stood there a moment, pointing to Cazalet with band that twitched as terribly as hi dreadful face. "No the rest you did the rest you did to save what wasn't worth tav Ing! But I think I'll bold out long enough to thank you just a little He was gone with a gibbering smile Cazalet turned straight to Toy at It meant barren and burned moun tain! and dreary deserts mingled wltb forested and watered slopes, grassy llano and pampas and flowering sa vanna. It means the mixing of almost for gotten aboriginal race and surviving Indian type with the Intellectual and refined descendant of early 8panlardt and Portuguese and the later i prin ting of adventuresome German, Italians, English and American. It mean tn ancient civilisation, fas cinating Incaa ruin, id-fashioned Trapping Partridges. How partridges are trapped in Vir ginia and North Carolina, In the win ter, la described as follows: A net measuring from 15 to 30 feet, and about eight inches high, is put down with stanchions; horizontally in the center is an opening similar to the hoop nets to: fishing; the opening in the net is cone-shaped, diminishing In size. The netter mounts a horse and starts at the distant side of the field, riding in a walk backward snd forward, his objective point being tue net. If be encounters a bunch of birds they will run before the borse. He then begins to so direct his borse as to drive ihem to the net, being always careful not lo flush them, When be reaches the net the birds dis cover the opening and enter, the whole process being similar to driving sheep into a pen. When the birds are safe the netter dismounts and se cures his game. Food by Proxy. Most of us know some particular food or drink, the desire for which I stimulated In us by reading about it But the writing must be skillful, or If not skillful, artlessly good. The cruder method of tbe stage produces the same effect; all smokers have experienced the almost overwhelming desire to smoke which comes upon them when someone lights a cigarette on tbe stage; these ctrange and rapid restau rant meals of the fashionable theater, when a party sits down at a table and Is whirled through six courses In about five minutes, surrouflded by champague bottles In Ice buckets and trays of liquors, have an absurdly ox citing effect Not a Nation of Singers. In this country, though we hare pro duced many fine voice, wa have never become a nation of lingers. Tbere are. It Is true. In most of tb leading cities. choral societies, but the singing of large groups of people t comparative ly uncommon among u. Her I matter for regret for among all large bodle of singers where there ha been more or less training the effect Is beau tiful and Inspiring, in fact there are few thing in muslo more Impressive than tb singing of hundred of voice. Throttling a Scourge, Prediction I made by government health officials that In a few more years typhoid fever will be Bi-noit as rare a smallpox. This prophecy Is based on the rapidly increasing use of tbe vaccine and consequent ImtuuDlza- tlon of entire localities from tbe dis ease. Moorish and Spanish architecture In tha sleeping cities and towns with strange people and condition bark' Ing back to far centuries, bard by new civilization, modern skyscrapers and boulevard In growing commercial entrepot and ambitious capitals wltb progressive people and condition which rival tb best that tb old East and the new West of North America can show. Rugby school wa founded and ta llowed la 1(17. (Copyright, 1915. by the McClure Newspa ' per Syndicate.) For the first minute Constance lay trembling, in such a state of alarm and terror that she was quite incapa ble of moving. What had wakened her she did not know, and save for the far-off trickle of the little stream behind the house all was quiet. Presently she beard the sound of footsteps. Someone . was walking on the side veranda. And to have someone walking about at that time of night was a serious matter, for Constance Preston was the' only per son in the house except her tempera mentally helpless mother, an aged grandmother and a new cook. Tbe boys were away. Billy was with his regiment and Alan was detained in town on business. With an extraordinary burst of courage and the sense of her Tn Importance, Constance dashed into her mother's room and found her awake and trembling. "Call your grandmother!" she cried, pulling the blankets from the bed and wrapping them frantically about her. Hush!" whispered Constance, try ing to steady her own trembling voice. "Be quiet or they will hear you. The sound of footsteps was again distinct, and then a long, low, terrifying whistle. "Heavens!" whispered Mrs. Pres ton. "If one of the boys were only home!" "Perhaps I could wake the cook she Is bo big and strong " "But you never could rouse her. But, Constance, you must get your grandmother; her roor is right over that side porch." Constance groped her way to the door and opened It stealthily. The low flickering light In the hall cast long, waving shadows on the floor and walls. Almost petrified with fear, she dashed across to her grandmother's room. Grandmother Preston, fortu nately, was a very diminutive sort of old lady. So Constance, wasting no words on explanation, lifted her up, bundled her Into her slippers and dressing gown, and led her, dazed but docile, back to Mrs. Preston's room. "Oh, If Alan were only here," thought Constance, throwing on what clothes of Mrs. Preston's she could find by the low light of the night candle. Grandmother Preston, who hadn't hoard a sound, was sitting huddled In a chair, her feet drawn under her and her head covered with a blanket. She was peering anxiously iround. "Hadn't you beitn- cover your heads?" she asked slowly. "If they once get In It's hard to got them out." "What?" asked Covslnnce aloud frantically hooking herself into an eve ning gown of her mother's. "Do you think it came in by the chimney?" Grandmothar Prestou went on In her gentle old voice. "Oh, It isn't a bat, grandmother; It's a burglar!" Constance shrieked. But without her car trumpet the old lady could hear nothing. Just then there was a heavy stamp ing of feet below. Mrs. Preston clung to her daughter for protoctlon. "I'd give almost anything for a man," Con stance whispered. "Let's telephone for one," suggested Mrs. Preston. "The burglar might shoot him," ob jected her daughter. "But you could call up the police." Then with desperate resignation Constance swept half way down the stairs to the telephone. There, with Mrs. Preston' nerve-racking whis pers from above and the possibility of aiuattack from the burglars from bo low, she gave tbe message. Central," she said, holding the ro- coiver with trembling hands. "The police station tell them to Bend up someone to the Preston place at once." Without waiting for a reply, she sped back to the haven of Mrs. Pres ton's room, whore, speechless, they sat waiting, the monotony of their anxiety broken only by the occasion al sound of footsteps below. Then, afer what seemed hours, came the pounding of the old brass knocker, ringing strong' and clear. Without a moment's hesitation, Con stance ran downstairs, and, as alio passed the hatrack, she s-jlzcd an old raincoat of her brother's and bundled It around her to hide tbe rather elaborate array of Mrs. Preston's evening gown. With trembling hands, Blie opened the front door, and there before her anxious und prayerful eyes stood Bruce Morrison himself. Well, of all the confounded dough- heads," was what be started to say when he caught sight of Alan's old coat. "Bruce Morrison!" Constance gasped. overcome with Joy at seeing a pro tector, "I always knew you were an angol. I've walt'd to long, and now you've como." The suddenness of what Bruce took to be a complete surrender rather took his breath away. "I knew I'd win out some time," he said, as ha led Constance to tbe liv ing room and settled ber In tbe old tlocpy hollow chair. "Honest, Constance," be asked, Bit ting down on the floor at her feet, "do you really think you are going to love me a llttlo bit after all?" "Why, yes, I suppose so," said Con stance rather sharply; "but why don't we look for the burglar? He's been trying to get In for over an hour. Moybo he' In now. Oh, I'm so glad you came. "Well, I'm blessed!" was all Bruce dared to say. It dawned on them both all at once what bad really been going on. "But why did you keep up that ghastly whistle? It was enough to drive one wild. "And why don't you have a civilized doorbell?" he retorted, "Instead of that beastly old knocker? I'd been feeling around for a bell for an hour or to." "Why, that old brass knocker I so picturesque, Drue. But why doo you tell me aboit that whistle?" "Ob, that' an old college whistle of our. I thought Alan wa home, and he'd recognize it and know I'd arrived. I didn't try that dodge until I had given up every other known means of waking you. Alan expected I'd come out some night this week. I told him I was going to make one last dying entreaty before I sailed for the South Sea Isles or the FiJIs or the North pole, or " "Oh, but you're not going away ever, are you, Bruce?" Constance begged. "Please don't leave us alone " "Constance! Constance!" came fee bly from upstairs. "Have they caught him?" Constance hurried to the stairs. "Yes, mother," she called. "It's all right. It's Bruce." "But haven't the policemen come yet?" asked Mrs. Preston. "I Bay, Constance!" Interrupted Bruce, who was peering anxiously out one of the side windows. "What the mischief is that policeman doing pry ing around the house at this hour of the night?" he asked. "I suppose he came because we sent for him when we thought someone was trying to break in," she said. "Oh, I'm so glad you're here, because you can explain." Just then the ild knocker sounded again. "Patch it up any way," Con stance whispered, "only don't tell him who you are. This is such a gossipy place." Then she vanished behind the portieres and listened. "Say, this is a nice trick, this Is." It was Bruce talking. "You fellows had better get out on your Job. Do you think a burglar 's going to sit down under a tree and wait for you?" "But there wasn't anyone at the statlonhouse .o send when the lady phoned, and and" "Well, I'm not finding fault with you personally, captain," said Bruce, but It was a mighty slim way to treat a couple of unprotected ladles. Say, you don't mean to Bay that they sent you up here alone! Well, that Is a fine way to do business. A lot of good one man could have done with a tough like that." 'Then you saw him?" queried the ponceman. 'How could I? Just got here my self and found my mother and my sister in a dreadful state of excite ment. But it's all right this time," said Bruce, handing him'p. five-dollar bill. "Hera's the price of a cigar for you. You'll find it worth while not to report this case; d'ye understand? Scy, you mlht tell Vie boss some time when you think of it, that he'll never catch many burglars pending out one man at a time." "Well," explained the policeman, "we've had so many false alarms this summer, that whenever a lady calls us up In the night it's ten to one It's only a mouse. Ladies la "very apt to be mistaken, I find." "You're right there, captain, but this time It was the real thing, and no doubt about It. Good night," he said, closing the door. "Good luck." , -!ra. ."-.' riUvssV I) .ffl . ItLfTYh Ft I7II MM! ""At." " t L 1 0 tSCRGDN AND THE KJORD JUDGED HIM BY HIS LOOKS Somewhat Humorous Incident In Rail road Dining Car That Led to Matrimony. A young man, born In America, the son of French parents, went West as a "civil engineer. Ills" company com pleted one of the railroads terminat ing at the Pacific coast. This work'! had necessitated his living In the open for more than throe years. Ills skin took on a deep coppqr shade. He did, Indeed, present a picturesque figure as he boarded a train for borne, the Now York World states. In the diner he shared a table wltb two young French girls who were tour ing the United States with their pa ronts. Their parents sat at a table opposite. To the young man's amazement, the girls Immediately began to comment upon the "brown man," evidently an American, who sut opposite them. They laughingly took Btock of every thing from his fine eyes to his hurried table manners. Their parents, how ever, did not seem quite so much at ease, now and again calling In French, Have a care, have a care." After the close of the meal, after rising, the young man. In exquisite French, told the young women he was glad to have afforded them so much amusement. They were dumfounded. Their father hurried after the yonng man and profusely apologized. In troductions followed, and the acqualn tance so propitiously started ended in a warm friendship. The engineer married the elder daughter and they now have two eons. The Cause. "1 beard that our friend Smith has nervous prostration from too much automoblllng." 1 suppose it got on his motor nerves. Detailed Account So you went from a party In the city to a meeting In the suburb What did you do in the Interim? Didn't go in an Interim. Went In an auto." . The Object. 'What was your object In saying you would not be a candidate?" "I found I wasnt being mentioned and wanted to start a little discus sion." F THE neutral ports of north ern Europe one of the most Important and most pic turesque is Bergen, Norway, a third of which was swept away the other day by 191 6's first great con flagration. In nearly a thousand years Gorgon had never seen such prosper ity as has come to It since the out break of the war. It lies In north lati tude CO degrees, Just above the tip of the British Isles and Is the closest of all tli northern neutral ports to Amer ica. In addition to this great advan tage, a remarkable mountain railway, completed only bIx years ago, pours freight and passengers into the port from inland Norway, from Sweden, Russia, Denmark and Germany, writes Charles Phelps Cushlng in the Kansas City Star. One result of this happy combina tion of circumstances Is that since the war this city of eighty thousand or ninety thousand population has gained twenty-six new millionaires. It has the largest merchant fleet In Norway and stock in some of its steamship lines has climbed from par to 500. The recent fire, described as the worst ever recorded In Norway, de stroyed the business section, with many food warehouses, Beverak of the largest hotels, the electric plant, some banks and newspaper buildings and a number of schools. Tho loss was esti mated as not less than $15,000,000, Bergen is losing no time about re building, and probably in a few months will be no worse off for the experience than some of our own cities as Chi cago, San Francisco and Baltimore- have been. Only the tourist will be tho losor in the end for much of tho "old town" was destroyed. In Picturesque Setting. There Is not much danger, however, that Bergen will cease to be admired for pictureBqueness. It lies at the head of a long fjord, on seven little hills, and back of these hills loom snow-capped mountains. It is like a bit of green Ireland set down In the bot torn of a stockade on high Scotch bens Bergen itBelf has the climate of April but on the barren rim of the cup round about the season is winter. In tho streets of the compact little town the babble of tongues is some thing to compare with New York's East Bide. Russians, Germans, Eng lish, Norwegians, Swedes, Danes and occasionally a Dutchman or a French man gather here to buy and sell and ship; the waiters in the hotels all speak at least three languages, and In the rooms the rules are posted In four, The little harbor is crowded with ships of all sizes; now ships and new quays are building and vessels change bands every hour like Btock on the ex change. The sun gets its first peek Into the valley on a winter morning at a little past ten, thon glides behind a mountain for a while before it ap pears again. At three It Ib gone for the day and the carpenters and masons work on till suppor time under arc lights Bergen looks a little like Edinburgh and has weather of much the same brand rain one minute, Bunshlne the next, succeeded, perhaps, by a short but ferocious blizzard. For some nine hundred years tbe stock Joko of the town has been that the horses In Bergen shy If they see a man without an umbrella. At midday dinner every one takes a long recess and the band, even In winter, marches down the street and play for halt an hour in the city park. The tradition for this Is aid to be Gorman. If so, Bergen comes by It honestly, for It was once a Ger man city a regular member In good standing of the llanseatlc league. One of the advantages of travel h that if you keep at it long enough you occasionally discover some of the things we all want to know. Now,-1 have not yet journeyed far enough to be able to say where the old pins go, but I am in a position to state authori tatively that Bergon is the paradise of the old-time hack. Do you remember the hacks that used to stand In front of the old Kansas City Union depot? he hacks that clattered frantically past the Junction, with "Wide-Awake" screaming after their drivers to get out of the way of the Ninth street cable cars? Those self-same hacks or their doubles are ending their days In Bergen, Norway. Some of them (alas!) must have "perlshad misera bly" in the fire. Some of the old drivers are In Bergen, too, Just as red-nosed and un shaven and profane, and flourishing the same sort of moth-eaten whips. The rigors of the climate forbid plug hats, so felt or fur is substituted. Oth erwise, everything as of yore. The rates are lower because the wear and tear on the old shays Is be ginning to tell, so the cabB tn which the leading citizens of Fredonla were driven by a circuitoua route from tbe Union depot to the Blossom house at a, minimum rate of one dollar now transport the Bergen tourist a mile for two Jitneys. "The above rate," I quote from a guide book, "refers to one-horse cabs; for two-horse vehicles the charg es are 33 per cent higher." Etiquette, Police Justice Did you recognize your assailants? Van Dusnap (Indignantly) Most a suahedly not! Tbey hawdly belong to my set! Puck. Quick Application. "The faith curlst told my wife to try the long distance cure." "Did she?" "Did Bhe! She made me buy her an automobile." Impossible. "How can vertical writing aid for gerlet?" "Why notr "Isn't vertical writing strictly up right?" All In the Family. llelny Did 1 understand you to (ay Jones wa related to you by marrlsgel Omar Yet; he married a girl thai one promised to b a lister to tut, Ominous Phrase In Persia. The expression "to give a cup of coffee" has In I'ersla a somewhat ominous significance, due to the fact that the coffee cup Is a recognized me dium for conveying poison. Some years ago the governor of ABpadana, having long been at daggers drawn with the chief of a powerful mountain tribe, determined In this way to put an end to all trouble. He professed to entertain a great degree of friendship and estoem for the chieftain and In vited him to visit htm at bis palace. The chief unsuspiciously came accom panied by his two young sons. For week they were royally entertained, But at last one morning when the chief came Into his host's presence he was coldly received, and an attendant soon stepped forward with a single cup of coffee In his hand, which he of fered to the guest. The latter could not fall to understand that he wa doomed. Preferring, however, stool to poison, he declined the cup and waa thereupon, at a signal from his host, tabbed to death. "We" and "They." In the smaller towns and country districts people say "we," when they speak of governmental activity. "We" built the courthouse and got tt done at low cost. "We" organized the high school. "We" pay the expense of keeping prisoners In the Jail. In the big cities people say "they." "Why don't 'tbey' do thus and so?" People wonder when the city govern ment falls down. It Isn't a personal matter with them. The government Isn't their government It belongs to tomebody else. Thore Is a world of difference In the two attitudes. When tho people ot the cities get to saying "we" about their cities and counties then tbey are going to clean house and take possession. Kansas City Star. TRACING ORIGIN OF WRITING Early In the History of Man Symbol of 8ome Kind Were In Com paratively General Use. The origin of writing gre out of three needs which became pressing early In the history ot man to recall at a particular time something that he has done, to ronimunlcato with someone not present, to assert rights over things by a distinctive mark. There aroso, hence, knot signs, mes sage sticks, marked pebbles, picture writing and gradually writing Itself. Engraving a visible object on a hard substance and drawing or painting marks which could be Identified date from the earliest time to which the history of man can be traced. It 1 not possible to state the precise ori gin of what we know a artual writ ing or to name the source of the first "alphabet." The Egyptian system of writing I "perhaps the oldest of known scripts," and the development of writing from pictography can with certainty be ascribed to the ancient DecDlci ot tue OM World Assyrian. Editor Saved Him. "I wrote a poom once." "Was It printed?" "No, the editor to whom I tent tt proved himself a true friend." Egyptian, and Chinese through the conventionalization of pictorial sym bols. As for the alphabet, wherever It originated, there seems to be no doubt that Its first Importation In a form closely resembling that with which we are familiar was from the Phoenicians to tho Greeks. The Phoenicians are known to have been using It with freedom In tho ninth century B. C, and It Is believed from their mastery of It that they must have been In possession ot It for a long time before scholars wnro able to trace It with certainty. As for the Egyptians, Egyptologists themselves are at variance as to whether the Egyptians alphabet was, or was not, the original, and whether It had any Influence on the development ot the Phoenician; there are var'ou con flicting theories on the entire subject The earliest alphabetic document that ran be dated with comparative cer tainty It the Moablte stone, which goes back to the first half ot the ninth century B. C. tt the wife I a bad cook, tha hu baud il ant to be a good roasts