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1 KASTEHN CLACKAMAS NEWS. TIH USDAY. NOVEMBER 10, 1027 Page 2 Y~ H E A Novel front the Play Nc By Mary Roberts Rinehart and Avery Hopwood “ T h e P a t . " copyright, 10ÎQ, by Mary Roberta R in e h a r t an d Avery Hopwoofl. S T O R Y FR O M T H E S T A R T D e f y i n g a ll e ffo rts to c a p t u r e him , a f t e r a lo n g s e r ie s of m u r ders and robberies, a su per- c r o o k k n o w n to t h e police only a s “T h e B a t ” h a s b r o u g h t a b o u t a v e rita b le reig n of te rro r. At his w its ' end, a n d a t th e m a n 's o w n r e q u e s t , th e c h i e f of police a ssig n s his best operative, A n d erso n , to g e t on th e tr a il of the Rat . C H A P T E R II— C o n tin u e d —2— She h ad skim m ed th e p a p e r h u rrie d ly —not» a h ead lin e cau g h t h e r eye. ‘‘F a ilu re of Union B a n k "—w asn ’t th a t th e hank th a t C o u rtleig h F lem ing had been p resid en t of? She se ttle d down to rend th e artic le , hut It w as d isa p p o in tin g ly brief. T h e Union hank had clo sed Its d o o rs—th e cash ier, n young m an nam ed B ailey, w as a p p a re n tly tin d e r su sp icio n —th e a rtic le m entioned C o u rtleig h F lem ing’s recen t and trn g lc d e a th In th e best vein of n ew sp ap er ese. She laid dow n th e p ap er and th o u g h t—B ailey— Iialle y —sh e seem ed t o h ave a vague recollection o f h e a r ing about a young m an nam ed B ailey, w ho w orked In n bunk—but sh e could Dot rem em b er w h ere o r by whom Ills n a m e had been m entioned. W ell—It d id n 't m a tte r. She had o th e r th in g s to think about. She m ust rin g for l.iz/.le— get up an d dress. T h e b rig h t m orning sun. stre a m in g In th ro u g h th e long window, m ade lying In bed an old w om an’s lu x u ry —an d s h e refu sed to he an old wom an. ‘‘T h ough th e w orst old wom an I ev er knew w as n m a n !” sh e th o u g h t w ith a s a tir ic tw inkle. S he w as glad S ally's d a u g h te r—young P a le O gden—w as h ere in th e house w ith h er—th e com p a n io n sh ip of P a le ’s b rig h t youth would keep h e r from g e ttin g old-wom an ish if a n y th in g could. She sm iled, th in k in g o f Dale. P a le Was a nice c h ild —h e r fa v o rite niece. S ally d id n 't u n d e rsta n d her, of co u rse — hut Sally w ouldn't. Sally read m ag azin e a rtic le s on th e Y ounger G en era tion and Its w ild w ays. “ Sally d oesn't rem em b er when sh e w as a Y ounger G en eratio n h e rse lf,'' th o u g h t Miss C or nelia. "B ut I do—an d If we d id n ’t h av e sp o rts ro a d ste rs In th e eig h ties we h ad h aggles—nnd youth d o esn 't change I' i w ays .lust because It’s bobbed Its I Ir." B efore Mr. an d Mrs. O gden left 1 r E urope, Sully had tulked to her S ister C ornelia . . . long am i w eig h t ily. on the problem of P a le . “P roblem of P a le Indeed I” th o u g h t M iss C orne lia sco rn fu lly . “ P a le ’s th e nicest young th in g I've seen In som e tim e— an d s h e ’d be ten tim es h a p p ie r If Sally w a s n 't alw ay s try in g to m arry her off to som e young sn ip w ith m ore of w hat fools call ‘elig ib ility ’ th a n b ra in s I B ut th ere, C ornelia Van C o rd e r— S ally ’s given you your Innings— ra m p ag in g off to K urope an d leaving P a le w ith you all su m m er—an d you’ve a lot less sense th an I flatte r m yself you have, If you cu n 't give y o u r fav o rite niece a happy vncatlon from all h e r Im m ediate fam ily —nnd m aybe find h e r som e one th a t'll m ake h e r happy for good an d all Into th e b a rg a in !” for M iss C o rn elia w as ail Incorrigible m atch m ak er. N ev ertheless, sh e w as m ore con cern ed w ith “ th e problem o f P a le ” th a n she w ould have ad m itted . P ule, a t h e r age, w ith h e r ch arm nnd beau ty — "w hy, sh e o ught to b eh av e a s If sh e w ere w alking on a ir,” th o u g h t h e r a u n t, w orriedly. "A nd In stead she a c ts m ore ns If sh e w ere w alking on plns-and needles. She seem s to like being here— I know sh e likes me— I'm p re tty su re sh e 's Just ns p leased to get n little holiday from Sally nnd H a r ry —sh e am u ses h e rse lf—sh e falls In w ith any plan I w a n t to m ake— nnd y e t—" And y e t P a le w a s not linppy —M iss C ornelia felt su re of It. “ It Isn 't n a tu ra l fo r n girl to seem so la c k lu s te r n n d —nnd q u iet—a t h e r age— n n d sh e 's nervous, too— a s If som e th in g w ere p rey in g on h e r m ind—p a r tic u la rly th e s e last few days.” T h en M iss C o rn elia's m ind seized upon n se n te n c e In n h u rrie d flow of h e r s is te r's last In stru c tio n s—a se n ten ce th a t h ad passed alm o st unno ticed a t th e tim e— som ething about P u le and “an u n fo rtu n a te atta c h m e n t —but o f course, C ornelia, d e a r, sh e ’s so young—an d I'm su re It will come to n o th in g now h e r f a th e r nnd I have m ade o u r a ttitu d e plain I” "P sh a w — I bet th a t's It.” th o u g h t M iss C ornelia sh rew d ly . " P o le 's fallen In love, or th in k s she has, w ith som e decent young m an w ith o u t n penny o r nn •elig ib ility' to h is n am e—an d now she's u n h ap p y b e c a m e h e r p a re n ts don’t np- p ro v e—o r b ecau se sh e ’s fry in g to give him up an d finds sh e can 't. W ell—” nnd Miss C o rn e lia ’s tig h t little w hite c u rls tre m h 'e d w ith th e vehem ence of h er decision, “ If th e young thing ever com e* to m e fo r ad v ice I’ll give her a piece of my m ind th at wlH su rp rise h e r an d sc a n d a liz e Sally Van B o rd er O gden o ut of her seven se n ses Sally th in k s n obody's w orth looking at If th ey d id n 't com e o v er to Am erica w hen o u r faintly d id—sh e h asn 't gum p tion enough to re a liz e th a t If som e pi o - le h a d n 't com e over Inter, we'd «It still be living on c ru lle rs and P a tc h p u n ch I” Sl.e w as lu st s tie te h ir g out her h an d to rin g fo r Lizzie, w hen a knock cam e a t th e door. S he g a th e re d her P a isle y sh a w l m ore tig h tly ab o u t her sh o u ld ers. "W ho Is It—oh. It’s only you, L izzie," a s a p le a s a n t Iris h face, crow ned by nn old-fashioned pom pa d o u r of gray in g h air, peeped In a t th e door. “Good m orning, L izzie— I w as Ju st going to rin g for you. H a s Miss P a le h ad b ren k fu st—I know It's sh am efu lly late." “ Good m orning, M iss N elly,” said Lizzie, “and a lovely m orning It Is, too —If th u t w as all o f It," sh e added, som ew hat ta rtly , ns sh e cam e Into the room w ith n little silv e r tr a y w h ere upon th e m orning m all reposed. W e have not yet d escribed Lizzie A llen—an d sh e d eserv e s d escription. A fix tu re In the Van G o rd er household since h e r six te e n th y e a r, sh e hud long e re now a tta in e d th e d ig n ity of a T ra dition. O ne could not Im agine Miss C ornelia w ithout a L izzie to grum ble a t and ch erish —o r Lizzie w ith o u t a M iss C ornelia to baby an d scold, w ith th e privileged fra n k n e ss o f such old fam ily se rv ito rs. T h e tw o w ere a t once n c o n tra st an d a com plem ent. F ifty y e a rs o f A m erican w ays h ad not sh a k e n L izzie's firm b elief In banshees nnd le p ra c h a u n s o r tam ed h e r wild Irish tongue— fifty y e a rs o f L izzie had not a lte re d M iss C o rn elia’s a ttitu d e of fond ex asp e ra tio n w ith som e o f L iz zie’s m ore s ta rtlin g e cce n tricities. T o g eth er th ey m ay h ave been, a s one of th e younger Van G o rd er co u sin s had Irrev eren tly p ut It, “ a sc re a m ”—b ut a p a rt each would h ave fe lt lost w ith out th e o th er. “ Now w h a t do you m e a n —If th a t w ere all of It, L izzie?" q u eried M iss C ornelia, sh a rp ly , ns sh e took h e r let te rs from th e tray . Lizzie’s face assum ed nn expression of doleful reticence. “ I t's n ot m y place to sp e a k ,” she said w ith a grim sh a k e o f her head, "hut I saw my g ra n d m o th e r la s t night, God re st h e r—p lain a s life sh e w as— th e w ay sh e looked w hen th ey w aked h er—nnd If It w as my doing, w e’d be leaving th is house th is h o u r!" “C heese-pudding fo r su p p e r—of co u rse you saw y o u r g ra n d m o th e r!” said Miss C ornelia, crisp ly , slittin g open th e first of h e r le tte r s w ith a pa- perk n ife. “ N onsense, L izzie—I’m not going to he sc are d aw ay from nn Ideal co u n try -p lace because you h ap p en to have a b ad d r e a m !" “ W as It a bad d ream I saw on the s ta ir s la s t n ight, when th e lig h ts w ent out nnd I w as looking for th e can- dli'S?" sa id Lizzie h eatedly. “ W as It a bad d ream th a t ra n aw ay from me and o ut th e hack door, ns fa s t ns P ad d y 's pig? No, M iss N elly—It w as a m an—seven feet ta ll he w as, and eyes th a t sh o n e In th e d a rk an d — " "L izzie A llen !” “ W ell, It's tru e, fo r all th a t,” In sisted Lizzie, stu b b o rn ly . "A nd why did th e lig h ts go o ut—te ll m e th a t. M iss N elly? T hey n ev er go o ut In th e city ." “W ell, th is Isn’t th e city," sa id Miss C ornelia, decisively. “ I t’s th e co u n try —nnd very nice It Is—nnd w e're s ta y ing h ere all sum m er. I suppose I m ay he th a n k fu l," she w ent on Ironically, “ th a t It w as only y o u r g ra n d m o th er you saw last night. It m ight h ave been th e B a t—nnd th en w h ere would you be th is m orning?" "I'd be stiff and sta rk , w ith candles nt my h ead nnd feet," sa id L izzie gloom ily. “Oh, M iss Nelly, don’t talk o f th a t te rrib le c re a tu re , th e B a t I” She enm e n e a re r to h e r n d stre ss. “Oh, M iss N elly, Miss Nelly—do le t’s go back to th e city befo re he flies aw ay w ith us all I" “ N onsense, L izzie," said M iss C or nelia again, but th is tim e less firmly. H er face grew serious. “ If I th o u g h t for nn In sta n t th a t th e re w as an y real possibility of o u r being In d a n g er h ere," sh e said slow ly. “ B u t—oh, look nt th e m ap, L izzie! T h e B at h as b een—flying In th is d is tric t— H int's tru e enough—b ut he h a s n 't cotne w ith in ten m iles o f us y e t !” " W h a t’s te n m iles to th e B a t? " th e o b d u ra te I.lzzle sighed. “ And w h at o f th e le tte r ye h ad w hen ye first m oved In here? 'T h e F lem ing house Is u n h e a lth y for s tra n g e rs ,’ It said. 'L eav e It w hile ye c a n .'" “ Som e silly boy—o r som e c ra n k .” M iss C o rn elia’s voice w as firm. “I n ev er pay any a tte n tio n to anonym ous le tte rs." “ A n ti th e re 's a funny-lookin’ le tte r th is m o ra ln '—down nt th e bottom of th e pile— " p ersisted I.lzzle. " It looked like th e o th e r one— I'd h a lf a m ind to th ro w It aw ay before you saw It!" "N ow , I.lzzle, th a t * q u ite enough I” Miss C ornelia hnd th e Van G order m an n er on, now. “ I do n 't c a re to dls- ctu* y o u r rid ic u lo u s fear* any fu rth e r. W here Is M iss P a le ? ” L izzie assum ed an a ttitu d e of prim rebuff. “M iss P a le 's gone in to th e city, m a'am ." “Gone Into th e city ?” “Yes, m a'am . S he got a telephone call th is m orning, e a rly —long d ista n c e It w as. I don't know who It w as called her." "L izzie! You d id n 't listen ?” “Of co u rse not. M iss Nelly.” Liz zie's face w as a stu d y In Injured vir tue. “ M iss P a le took th e call In her own room nnd sh u t th e door.” “ And yon w ere o u tsid e th e d oor?" "W h ere else would I be d u stin ', th a t W N U S e rv ic e tim e In th e m o rn ln '?“ said Lizzie “ B u t It's y o u rse lf know s well enough th e doors in th is house Is th ick and n ot a sound goes p a s t them .” "I should hope n o t,” said M iss C or nelia, rebuklngly. “ B u t—tell me, I.lzzle—did M iss D ale seem —w ell— th is m orning?” “ T h a t sh e did n o t,” said I.lzzle prom ptly. “ W hen sh e m in e down to b re a k fa st, a f te r th e call, she locked like a ghost. I m ade h e r th e eggs she likes, too—h u t sh e w ouldn’t e a t ’em ." “H 'm ," M iss C ornelia pondered. " I ’m so rry If—well, Lizzie, w e m u stn ’t m eddle In M iss D ale's affa irs." "N o, m a'am ." “ B u t—did sh e say w hen sh e would be b ack ?” “Yes, M iss Nelly. On th e tw o o’clock tra in . Oh—a n d —I w as alm o st fo rg e ttln ’—sh e told me to tell you p a r tic u la r —sh e sa id w hile sh e w as In th e city sh e 'd be n f te r en g ag in ' th e g a r d e n e r you spoke of.” “T h e g a rd e n e r? Oh, yes— I spoke to h e r about th a t the o th e r n ig h t— th e pluce Is beginning to look run dow n—so m any flow ers to n tte n d to. W ell—th a t ’s very kind o f M iss D ale." “ Yes, Miss N elly." Lizzie h e s ita t ed, obviously w ith som e w eighty new s on h e r mind w hich sh e w ished to Im p a rt. F in ally she took th e plunge. H er F in g ers T rem bled a L ittle as She T u rn ed th e M issive Over. “I m ig h t h a v e to ld M iss D ale sh e could h av e been lookin’ fo r a cook a s w ell—an d a housem nld—" she m u t te re d a t la st, "b u t th ey h a d n 't spoken to me th en .” M iss C ornelia s a t bolt u p rig h t In bed. "A cook—an d a housem aid? B u t w e h ave a cook and a housem aid, L izzie! You d o n 't m ean to tell m e—«” I.lzzle nodded h er heat. "Y es'm . T h e y ’re leaving. B oth of ’em. T o d ay .” "B u t good h eav—Lizzie, w hy on e a rth d id n ’t you tell me b efo re? I'm really very m uch annoyed w ith you b ecau se you d id n ’t. I sh a ll get up Im m ediately— I w a n t to give th o se tw o a piece o f my m ind. Is Billy leav in g too?” “ N ot th a t I know of—th e h eath en J a p a n e s e ! ” said Lizzie sorro w fu lly . "A nd y e t h e'd be b e tte r rid d an ce th a n cook o r housem aid.” “ Now, Lizzie, how m any tim es h av e I told you th a t you m u st conquer yo u r p re ju d ic e s? B illy is an ex cellen t b u t ler— he'd been w ith Mr. F lem ing ten y e a rs an d hns th e very highest recom m en d atio n s. I nm very glad th a t h e Is stay in g , if he is—w ith you to help him , w e sh a ll do very well u n til I can g e t o th e r se rv a n ts .” M iss C or n elia hnd risen now and Lizzie w as helping h e r w ith th e In tricacies of h e r toilet. "B u t It's too annoying,” sh e w en t on, In th e pau ses of L izzie's d e ft m in istra tio n s. “ W hat did th ey say to you, Lizzie— did they give any reaso n ?" "O h, yes. M iss N elly—they hnd re a sons you could choke a goat w ith ," sa id I.lzzle, viciously, a s she a rra n g ed M iss C ornelln's tra n sfo rm a tio n . “Cook w as th e first o f them — sh e w as up la te — I th in k th ey ’d been ta lk in g It over to g eth er. She com es Into th e k itch en w ith h e r h nt on and h er bag In h e r hand. ‘Good m orning,’ sa y s I, p le a sa n t enough, ’you've got y o u r h a t on,’ sa y s I. ‘I’m leaving,' say s she. 'L eav in g , a r e you?' sa y s I. ‘L eaving,’ sa y s she. ‘My s is te r hns tw ins,' sa y s she. 'I Just got w ord—I m ust go to h e r rig h t aw ay.’ 'W h a t? ' says I. all s tru c k In a henp. 'T w ins.' sa y s she, ‘you've henrd of such th in g s a s tw in s.’ ‘T h a t I have,’ sa y s I, ’an d I know a lie on a face w hen I see It, to o .'" “ L izzie!" “ W ell, It m ade m e sick a t h eart. M iss Nelly— h e r w ith h e r h a t and h er bag an d h e r ta lk about tw ins—and no co n sid e ra tio n for you. ’W e ll!' sa y s sh e, 'you can see th a t Annie, th e housem aid’s leaving, too.’ 'H a s h er s is te r got tw in s a s w ell?- sa y s I and looked a t her. ’No,’ sa y s she, as hold ns b rass, 'hut A nnie’s got a pain In h e r side and sh e 's feared It's appen dyi-itik—so sh e 's leaving to go back to h e r fam ily.' ’O h,’ sa y s I, 'an d w hat stru c k ? S h e could not rem em ber. But It d id n 't m a tte r. T h e B ut w as u n p re c e d e n te d — unique. At an y rate, B ut o r no B at, sh e m ust th in k o u t u co u rse o f uctio n . T h e d efectio n of cook und h o usem aid left h e r alo n e In tile house w ith Lizzie und B illy— and D ale, of co u rse, if I)ule re tu rn e d . "T w o old wom en, a y o u n g girl and a J a p a n ese b u tle r to face th e m ost d a n g e r ous crim in al in A m erica,” sh e th o u g h t, grim ly. And y e t—one couldn’t b e sure. o more T h e th re a te n in g le tte r m ight be only a Joke— a le tte r fro m a c ra n k — a f te r all. S till, she m ust ta k e p recau tio n s— look G as, nausea, sick he ad a c h e , h e a rt- fo r a id som ew here. But w h ere could b u m , d istre ss after e a tin g or d rin k sh e look fo r aid ? in g q u ic k ly a n d s u r e ly r e lie v e d . S he ra n o v er In h e r m ind th e new Safe. Pleasant* N o t a laxative. a c q u a in ta n c e s sh e had m ade sin ce sh e A formalizes Digestion a n d m oved to th e co untry. T h e re w as Sweetens the Breath D octor W ells, th e local phy sician , who had Joked w ith h e r ab o u t m oving Into th e B a t's hom e te rrito ry —h e seem ed an in te llig e n t m an —b u t sh e knew him tf't only slig h tly —sh e couldn’t cull a busy d o cto r aw ay from h is p a tie n ts to In v estig ate so m eth in g w hich m ight only p rove to be a m are’s-nest. T h e boys D ale h ad mbt a t th e C o u n try club— “ H um ph !” sh e snllfed, “ I ’d r a th e r tr u s t my gum ption th a n an y of th e irs." T h e logical p erso n to call on, o f course, w as Iticliard Flem ing, 23$ AND 73$ PACKAGES EVERYWHERE C ourtleig h F lem in g ’s nep h ew and ■ - ■■■ ----- ------. •* heir, who hnd re n te d h e r th e house. Count A b o ve 10 ‘ H e lived nt th e C o u n try club— she P o rtly O ne—No, young m an, w ords could probably reach him now. She do not m a tte r. It is only d eed s th a t w as Ju st on th e point o f d oing so, m a tte r ; w o rd s nev er co u n t. w hen sh e decided a g a in s t It— p a rtly Young One— T h a t depends. H av s from delicacy, p a rtly from an Indefin you e v er sen t a te leg ram ?—P a ris Itlre. ab le feelin g th a t he would n o t be o f m uch help. “B esides," sh e th o u g h t stu rd ily , “ it's my house now, n o t his —he d id n 't g u a ra n te e b u rg la r p ro te c tion In th e lease." F o r a m om ent sh e felt v ery h elpless, very m uch alone. T hen h e r co u rag e retu rn ed , “P sh aw , C ornelia, If you h av e got to g et help— g e t th e help you w an t nnd h an g th e c o n seq u en ces!" sh e a d ju re d h erself. “You’ve alw a y s h a n kered to see a first-class d e te c tiv e do h is d etectin g — well, get one— or d ecide to do th e Joh y o u rself—I ’ll b et you could, a t th a t." She tip to ed to th e m ain do o r o f th e living room an d closed it cau tio u sly , sm ilin g ns sh e did so. L izzie m ight be ab o u t—an d L izzie would p ro m p tly go in to h y ste ric s if sh e got nn Inkling of h e r m istre ss’ p resen t In ten tio n s. T h en sh e w ent to th e telep h o n e, and ask ed for long distan ce. W hen sh e hnd finished h e r telep h o n ing, sh e looked n t once reliev ed an d a little n au g h ty — lik e a d em u re child w ho h a s c a rrie d o u t som e piece o f In no cen t m isch ief unobserved. “ My s t a r s ! ” sh e m u ttere d to h erself. “ You n e v e r can tell w h a t you can do till N o m o th e r In tills e n lig h te n e d age you try ." T h en sh e sa t dow n ag ain would giv e h e r b ab y so m e th in g she an d trie d to th in k of o th e r m easu res d id n o t know w as p e rfe c tly h arm less, of defense. esp ecially w hen a few d ro p s o f p lain “ Now, If I w ere th e B at, o r any crim in a l,” sh e m used, “how w ould I C a sto ria w ill rig h t a b a b y ’s sto m ach g et Into th is house? W ell, th a t’s It— a n d end a lm o st a n y little 111. F re tfu l I m ig h t get In 'm o st an y w ay — It’s so n ess an d fever, t o o ; It se em s no tim e big nnd ram b lin g . All th e g ro u n d s u n til e v e ry th in g Is se ren e . T h a t's th e b ea u ty o f C a s to r ia ; Its you w an t to lu rk In, too— It'd ta k e a com pany o f police to sh u t them off. g e n ii» Influence seem s J u s t w h a t Is T h en th e re ’s th e ho u se itse lf— le t’s needed. I t does a ll t h a t c a s to r oil see— th ird floor— tr u n k room, s e rv a n ts ’ m ight accom plish, w ith o u t shock to th e system . W ith o u t th e evil ta s te . room s— co u ld n ’t g e t In th e re very well ex cep t w ith a p re tty long la d d e r— I t's d e lic io u s! B ein g p u re ly vegeta- th a t’s all r i g h t S econd floor—w ell, I able, you can giv e It a s o ften a s su ppose a m an could g et Into my bed th e re 's a sig n o f c o lic ; c o n s tip a tio n ; room from th e porch If he w ere an d ia r r h e a ; o r n eed to a id sound, n a t u ra l sleep. a c ro b a t—b u t h e’d need to he a very good a c ro b a t a n d th e re ’s no u se b o r J u s t o n e w a rn in g : It Is g enuine row ing tro u b le. D o w n stairs Is th e F le tc h e r's C a sto ria t h a t p h y sic ia n s problem , C o rn elia— d o w n sta irs Is th e recom m end. O th e r p re p a ra tio n s m ay problem . be Ju st as fre e from all d o u b tfu l dru g s, “T a k e th is room , now ." She ro se b u t n o c h ild o f th is w r ite r ’s Is going nnd ex am in ed It carefu lly . " T h e re ’s to te s t th e m ! B esid es, th e book on th e do o r o ver th e re on th e rig h t th a t c a re a n d feed in g o f b ab ies th a t com es lends Into th e b illia rd room. T h e re ’s w ith F le tc h e r's C a sto ria Is w o rth Its th is do o r o v er h ere, th a t lead s into w eig h t In gold. th e hall. T h en th e re ’s th e o th e r door by th e nlcove— an d all th o se F re n ch w indow s— w h e w !’’ She shook her head. ab o u t M iss Van G o rd er? ' T in so rry for M iss Van G o rd er,’ sa y s she— th e falsen ess o f h e r!—‘B u t sh e ’ll h av e to do th e b e st sh e c a n — fo r tw in s and ap p en d y elti8 Is a c ts of God and not to be p u t a sid e fo r ev en th e best of w ages.’ ‘Is th a t so?’ sa y s I an d w ith th a t I le ft her, fo r I knew If I listen ed to h e r a m in u te lo n g er I ’d be giving h er b o n n et a sh a k e n nd th a t w o u ld n 't be resp ec ta b le . So th e re you are, Miss N elly, nnd t h a t ’s th e g ist of the m a tte r.” M iss C o rn elia lau g h ed . "I.lzzle— y o u 're u n iq u e,” sh e sa id . “ B ut I ’m glad you d id n 't giv e h e r bo n n et a sh ak e— th o u g h I ’ve n o d o u b t you could." “ H u m p h !" said Lizzie, sn o rtin g , th e fire o f b a ttle In h e r eye. “And Is It uny B lack Irish fro m U lste r would play im p u d en ce to a K erry w om an w ith o u t g e ttin g th e flat o f a h an d In— but t h a t ’s n e ith e r h ere n o r th ere. T h e tru th o f It is, M iss N elly,” h e r voice grew solem n, “ it's my b elief— th e y 're sc a re d —both of th e m —by th e h a u n ts and th e b an sh ees h ere— a n d th a t's all.” “I f th ey nre, th e y ’re v ery silly ," said M iss C ornelia, p ra c tic a lly . “ B u t It d o e sn 't m a tte r. If th ey w a n t to go, th ey m ay .” An h o u r o r so la te r, M iss C ornelia sa t in n deep c h in tz c h a ir in th e com fo rta b le living room o f th e F lem ing house, g oing th ro u g h th e p ile o f le tte rs which L izzie's new s o f d o m estic revolt had p rev en ted h e r ren d in g e a rlie r. Cook n nd h o u sem aid h ad com e and gone— civil enough, b u t so obviously d eterm in ed upon le av in g th e house nt once th a t M iss C o rn elia h a d sighed und le t th em go, th o u g h n o t w ith o u t c a u s tic com m ent. S in ce th en , sh e hnd d ev o ted h e rse lf to cn llin g up v a ri ous em p lo y m en t ag en cies w ith o u t en tire ly s a tis fa c to ry re su lts. A new cook and h o u sem aid w ere p ro m ised fo r th e end o f th e w eek—b u t fo r th e n e x t th re e d a y s th e Ja p a n e s e b u tler, Billy, and I.lzzle b etw een th em w ould have to b e a r th e b ru n t o f th e service. "Oh, yes— nnd th en th e re 's D ale’s g a rd e n e r —If sh e g e ts one,” th o u g h t M iss C or n elia. “I w ish h e could cook— b u t I don’t su p p o se g a rd e n e rs ca n —an d B illy’s a tre a su re . S till, It's Incon v en ien t— now , sto p — C o rn elia Van G order— you w ere a s k in g fo r an a d v en tu re only th is m o rn in g nnd th e mo. m ent th e little s t s o r t o f one com es along, you w a n t to craw l o u t of It." S he h a d reach ed th e b o tto m o f h e r p ile o f le tte r s — th e s e to be th ro w n aw ay —th e s e to b e a n sw e re d — ah, h ere w as one sh e hnd ov erlo o k ed som ehow . She to o k It up. I t m u st be th e one L izzie h a d w an ted to th ro w aw ay — sh e sm iled a t L izzie’s fe a rs. T h e a d d re ss w a s badly typ ed , on ch eap p a p er— sh e to re th e en v elo p e open and d rew o u t a sin g le u n sig n ed sh eet. “If you s ta y In th is h o u se an y lo n g er — D E A T H . Go b ack to th e c ity a t once an d sa v e y o u r life ." H er fingers trem b led a little a s sh e tu rn e d th e m issive over, b u t h e r face rem ain ed calm . She looked a t th e e n velope— a t th e p o stm a rk — w h ile h e r h e a rt th u d d e d u n co m fo rtab ly fo r a m om ent a n d th en resu m ed Its n o rm al h eat. It h ad com e a t la s t—th e ad v en tu re— and sh e w as n o t a f r a i d ! She knew w ho It wns, o f co u rse. T h e B a t! No d o u b t o f It. And y e t—did th e B a t ev e r th r e a te n b efo re he O v e r-A cid ity ■a FOR INDIGESTION The B A B Y T ^ I {TO B E C O N T IN U E D .) Children Cry for ❖ x*x:x-:x>x:x-:x:x:x:x:x-:x:x:x:-x-:-x:-x:x:-x:x-:-x-:x:-i:x->x-:-x» G re a t R om an R u ler in A d vance o f A ge A ppius C lau d iu s C aecus, w ho a p p eared in h isto ry In 312 B. C., w ns called by one G erm an h isto ria n th e b oldest in n o v ato r in Itom un histo ry . By law th e te n u re o f office o f a cen so r w as lim ited to eig h teen m o n th s, b u t A ppius C lau d iu s seem ed so m uch th e su p e rio r o f all o th e r m en of h is age th a t he w as cen so r fo r five y e a rs nnd he c a rrie d th ro u g h , d e s p ite f ra n tic op position from th e co n serv a tiv es, a law to b rin g new blood Into th e g o v ern in g classes. T lie a risto c ra c y w as Jealo u s o f Its p rero g a tiv e s an d m nde b irth th e esse n tial to a se n a to ria l e n reer, b u t A ppius C lau d iu s broke dow n th e ad m issio n req u irem en ts. H e p u t Into th e se n a te th e n am es o f m any p leb eian s who had recen tly a tta in e d w ealth a n d even free men o f d istin ctio n w ho w ere n o t espe cially p ro sp ero u s. P ro b ab ly th e g re a te s t co n trib u tio n to Ilom an p ro g ress w as his b u ild in g of tw o g re a t pub lic w o rk s on a sc ale th a t Schoolboy “H o w ler * ” E x tra c ts from w ritte n a n s w e rs to E nglish schoolboys' e x a m in a tio n pa p e rs "T h e N ile Is th e only re m a rk able riv e r In th e w orld. It w as dls- eovereo by D octor L ivingstone, an d It rises In M ungo P a rk .' “C o n sta n tin o ple Is on th e Golden horn, a strong fo rtress, h as a u n iv ersity , an d w as th e resid en ce of P e te r th e G r e a t Its ch ief b uilding Is th e S ublim e P o r t ’ “C y p ru s cam e Into o u r p ossession In ISIS, an d w as given to Lord Beacons- fleld.” " J u liu s C u e sar Invaded B ritain 400 B. C. T h e co n d itio n of th e B rit ons w as in a ru d e sta te . T h e people lived in h u ts m nde of stra w , an d th e women w o re th e ir h a ir dow n th eir b acks w ith to rch es In th e ir b an d s." Rom e hnd n ev er know n. T hey w ere th e fam ous A pplan wuy, th e g re a t rond th a t led from Home to C apua, nnd th e v ast a q u e d u c t to b rin g w a te r to th e city. F ew to u ris ts who visit R om e have failed to d riv e o u t upon th e h isto ric A pplan w ay o r h av e failed to catch sig h t of th e trem en d o u s ru in s of th e once m ighty aq u ed u ct th a t s trik e s ac ro ss th e C um pngna.—K a n sa s C ity S tar. Shoe» o f R obert B u rn t W hen R o b e rt B u rn s, th e S co ttish plowboy, w as b reak in g th e soil on his f a th e r's farm , h e probably d id not th in k th a t th e shoes he th en w ore would be o b je c ts of cu rio sity 3,000 m iles aw ay long a f te r his d eath . B ut th e shoes th a t th e g re a t poet w ore when a lad a r e owned by a gen tlem an who lives In P o rtlan d , M aine, and m any o f th e boys o f th a t city h av e Inspected them . T h e shoes h av e wooden soles, which In tu rn a re shod w ith thin p la te s of iron. T h e u p p ers a re tack ed to th e soles In a ru d e b u t stro n g m anner, and th e h isto ric fo o tg ear Is in a good s ta te of p re se rv a tio n .—P h ilad elp h ia In q u irer, H it M ea n R e v e n g e A fish p ed d ler in A u stra lia h as dis covered a new m ethod o f revenge a g a in st th e w om an who Jilted him for a local p ro h ib itio n leader. T w ice a week he sto p s his c a r t in fro n t o f the w om an's hom e and goes a ro u n d to th< r e a r w ith a bag In his hand. R e tu rn Ing to th e c a r t he rem oves num erous em p ty beer b o ttle s from th e bag and lin es them up In a row beside th e cart T h e n eighbors do n o t su sp ect th a t h* c a rrie s them In w ith him. B usy S extons T ip s, ru m o rs and h u n ch es dig th e g rav es o f m illions o f easy-go d o lla rs ev ery y e a r.— A m erican M agazine. . . T o C ure a Cold in one D ay T a k e L a x a t i v e B R O M O QUININE T a b - le ts : T h e Safe an d P ro v e n R em edy. 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