The red mirage blinds Far»
quhar’s eyes when he sacrifices
himself to protect his father’s
memory, and to protect the girl
he loves. Nameless In the For
eign
Legion, going through
worse than death at the hands
of those who should have been
his friends, the mirage still
blinds him, and when the mi
rage dissolves in the love and
sympathy of a real woman. It
seems too late. But you must
read the story to know how
completely a "perfectly good”
woman may ruin the life of an
Impulsive, chivalrous man, and
how a sympathetic, loving one
may help him to life and hope
again.
C H APTE R I.
Beginnings.
•‘And so you have really made up
your mind, Richard?”
"W ith your consent, mother.”
Mrs. Farquhar sighed and tapped an
Impatient tattoo on the fender with her
small, well-shod foot.
“ My share In the matter has not the
slightest importance. You might have
spared me the farce.”
“ It's not a farce; as It happens, 1
want your consent.
It's true— I ’ll
marry without it— but it will make all
the difference to my happiness.” He
put his head a little to one side and
looked at her whimsically. “ Really,
mother, you are the last person to
blame me for falling in love. It was
you who taught me to adore the sex.”
She made no answer.
Rut she
glanced up at the tall Venetian mirror
and her mouth relaxed. She undoubt
edly possessed a charm which made It
seem scarcely credible that the man
beside ber was her son. She was small
but beautifully made. She possessed
the nameless quality which excuses
everything and has sent men In all
ages from crime to great place and
from great place to the gallows. Rich
ard Farquhar bore her no resemblance,
though it was conceivable that without
the wig and the coating of powder she
might have revealed a certain similar
ity of coloring. His face and broad-
shouldered, narrow-hipped figure re
vealed race, also vigor and headstrong
temperament, which a peculiar light in
the eyes accentuated. At the moment
his expression was gay, but It veiled
excitement and something obstinately
resolved.
“ You are a vain old woman!” he
said lightly. “ I believe you expected
me to be dancing at your apron strings
In blind adoration all my life.”
" I did nothing of the sort I wanted
you to marry—but not Sylvia Omney.”
He looked at her in unconcealed sur
prise. Possibly her tone was new to
him. It was sharp and irritable; it re
vealed her suddenly as an old woman.
“ I think I must be rather like my
father,” he said thoughtfully. “ I don’t
remember him, and I have never seen
anything o f bis save an old letter to
you. Here it Is.”
From his breast
pocket be took out an old letter cov
ered with yellow, faded writing and
unfolded I t
" I t gives me a queer
feeling, too, when I read it,” he went
on slowly. “ I might have written it
myself— to the woman I loved. lie
must have loved you madly, mother.
One feels in every line that you were
a religion to him— that he would have
■old himself, body and soul— ”
“ Don’t!” she Interrupted sharply, an
grily. Then she gave a shrill, unsteady
little laugh.
” My poor Richard! Yes, you are like
him— very like him. But i f It’a the
wrong woman— what then?”
“ O f course, It must not be the wrong
woman,” he said slowly. “ But my fa
ther chose rightly, ns I know I have
chosen. I have chosen a woman after
hta own heart— Sylvia la Ilka yon.
mother.”
“Sylvia la Ilka me?” She lifted her
faded, atill beautiful eyea to hla face.
“Yes. I auppose she la— what men call
a womanly woman. Hod help men
from what they call woniHiily women.
Well”—ah# turned away with a care
less. almost contemptuous movement
of the ehouhlere— ”1 can't save you.
Take my blessing, Richard.
Tbut'e
what you want. Isn’t It?”
“Thank you, I may bring Sylvia to
see you?”
"Of course. Sylvia and 1 get ou very
well. Has anythlug been heard of the
brother?”
“I don’t thluk so. But I shall hear
tonight.”
“ Cut hla throat probably.”
She
glanced hack at him with it curious lit
tle smile on her colorless face. “ All the
same, Sylvia la lucky. 1 am rather
proud o f you myself. Richard. You
are the only man 1 know who dresses
In perfect taste without looking a vul
gar noodle. Good night.”
She kissed him hurriedly ns he held
the door open for her. and for an In
stant she looked up Into his face with
a curious half-tender, half-whimsical
grimace. Then she was gone.
An hour later Richard Farquhar en
tered the Omueya* drawing room. He
found his host by the fireside, a some
what lone figure with the white, thin
face o f a man never wholly at rest
n e greeted Farquhar eagerly and
nervously. We— I expected you be
fore— ”
“ I have been kept at Aldershot.”
Farquhar answered. " I came my first
free evening.
I can’t tell you how
keen I have been to see you both
again—and to heur your news.”
The elder mun seemed to shrink to
gether. He glanced nervously over his
shoulder, and his face was gray and
sunken.
“ There Is no news, Farquhar. We
traced him to Marseilles, and then fol
lowed a wrong scent over to Oran and
farther south. It all came to nothing—
the wrong fellow all the time.
it
broke me up. I’ ve lost hope— all hope.
Farquhar.”
“ He will come back.” the other sug
gested.
“ No, no; he was reckless and obsti
nate and— a bit o f a coward.
He
couldn’t face the disgrace— he left that
to us— and he couldn't face me. 1 dare
A story of great
love and great
hate. Heart
stirring inter
est in every
chapter.
KOVERALLS
joicing In the midst of a terrlbl# grief.
Surely you have heard?”
”1 know that )«>nr brother hns no^
been found.” he answered earnestly.
”1 know that he was la very denr to
you. Why should that come between
Ttw rmW !*»«• le .! I m M i / u I i J. cu ...
us now ?”
i inculi *w»c Ulve« .lesi ke# «luLir««i I la
“Because— ”
She made a little,
crai« J agr Mwfc» m » • • • p ò * * wltk
ciuf ba»k I
mm af tJ
feeble gexture of despair, and then
I «siili vsaslWSI N«s | m U -U * h t b«n k
went on breathlessly. “ It’s not for
la stufi lu iu is h . «
Masi* m U u*
«lesimi, «n i Ulna f t * l velut# li» km y
myself, Richard. There Is my falher
i ì i m m i» t «M lb* f a i luund
A l* »
to be considered.
Robert's loss hss
(ifk lc f w «s«l»l U si < mUt m a N ia l M»
lUrk Uu«. « «Jrl ktluw, U » cis tklll rei
broken tils heart. He Is III you must
fot Minimo Urani. «V aitmqmalcly
have seen that— I can’t tell him that I
Uusuucsé wilh fa s t.c o k * oaUlca
Nt*J# ut Dufc k «WS k willt riu .w
mil going to leave him—”
•lorecf almi lutft» *<*k »*»J tua«
”1 don’t ask It of you. I shall ho
liceva.
patient.
I shall wait a year two
75
years, hut you can’t keep me on the
|f f o n i ih airi « a un. 4 »u|>fJy yiMI.
%*• v» ili w m l ihcvn. « I «esige« | s e t «k l
outside of your life while I watt. You
on irc e li* «4 prua, 7 V M ih .
txdoug to me— you gave yourself to
A£ ~ F R E E
r
me. I don't claim more than you gave
ì i r w . f » t j ImSsSMM 1 - o i l . V
— I wouldn’t claim that much If I
tk» 1 MB I lu n s tm ih* i b U .
ItaJ» Iv
saw It was not for your tnipplnesa—
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«.•Htd muso rsi/t .1 n.» r r i l
a
and now I hold you uhove my life, my
honor—”
“Oh. tmah! huali!” She looked at
him with terrified, beseeching eyea. Huge Sums 8pent for Chewing Gum
Washington, I).
— Tho chewing
“Please don't say that— I don't want to
henr It. IUcImrd. It sounds so— wild gum habit bus cost tho American peo
iiml mad, nnd your eves frighten me. pie for chicle «lone nearly $J5,000,0OC
In the last ten years, or almost five
Be rensotiablo and gentle— dear.”
times an much ns we paid Russia fni
The hard lines of violence smoothed Alaska, according to figures furnished
themselves from Ills face as If by a by the Bureau <>r Foreign and Dot
miracle. With an almost feminine ten tie Commerce, o f the Department ol
derness he t<*ok her Icy hand between Commerce. Normally our annual Int
ports of chicle amount to 7,000,000
hla own anil chafed It.”
“Forgive me— I think I have a devil pounds, for which wo pay about !Z,-
In me, Sylvia, a little black (lend thnt 000,000 In the countries of origin, and
drives me—well, to the very devil. In i to which must be added customs du
ties In our own ports of about 6760.000.
fact.” He stopped. Ids eye# narrow
Imports of chicle gum during the
ing ns though nt some vlalon which he fiscal year 11*16 wore as follows: From
could not fully face. “If 1 lost yon— Mexico, 2.197,000 pounds; from Can
Kylvln. what Is the matter?” lie looked ada. 2,181,00ft pounds; from British
from
nt her more Intently, nnd then, with a Honduras, 1,129,000 pounds;
sudden flash of perception. “Something Venezuela, 962,000 pounds; from tho
lias happened—out there In Algiers Central American republics, 2*1.000
pounds; from all other countries. 6,000
What?”
pounds.
Chicle Is not produced in
She did not answer. She was not Canada, but large quantities from oth
even looking at him. Following her er British possessions are bundled
glance, he turned slowly on Ids heel. A through the Dominion. In 1913 the
mnn who had stood hesitating on the total Imports of the gum amounted to
threshold now came toward them, his 13,769.000 pounds, and that Is the rec
ord Importation for any one year. In
tiuud extended.
“ Forgive me. Miss Omney. I Inter 1916 the totul was 6.600,000 pounds.
Chicle Is the dried milky Juice o f
rupted, but I understood thnt I should
the sapodllla tree, which Is one of a
find you here, and I could not wait. large family of troplcul trees known
You see. I am punctual to tho b oor as bully trees. Some of the gum Is
and to the day.”
used ns a substitute for gutta percha,
He spukb In English, with e. faint ! but the bulk of It Is used In the manu
accent that was not displeasing. Rich facture of chewing gum.
ard Farquhar drew back
Tbs vehe
mence had vanished from his manner,
leaving him curiously nt enss Sylvia
Omney glanced nt him, swiftly, with j
an almost childish appeal and fear.
“Richard. Mils Is Captain Arnntnl. '
We met out in Algiers. Captain A r
naud—this Is Mr. Farquhar.”
Both men bowed. The Frenchman
smiled with cordial recognition.
“ I have heard your name often. Mr.
Farquhar. You nre what la called an
old playfellow, are you uot—a prlvl-
leged position?**
For uti Instant Farquhar watted, his
eyes fixed on the girl’s white face. Hh#
did uot look nt him or speak.
"Indeed, most privileged.”
He picked up the emerald ring and
slipped It carelessly bnck Into his
pocket.
Keep Kids Kleen
r
c thè auit
light, her head bowed, her back toward
him. She did not seem to hear his en
trance, for site did not move, and he
did not seek to call her attention. She
was not looking at the great folio
which lay spread out before her, hut
etaring sightlessly Into the shadows,
her cheeks bathed In color, her lip»
pnrted In breathless anticipation. A
moment later she lifted her hands to
her face, and he saw that she trembled
He knew then that she was conscious
o f Ids presence, anil that ttiat same
awe and dread of their dawning happi
ness held her as It had held him In
paralyzed milting.
“ Sylvia," he said brokenly.
She did uot turn. She looked up.
nnd In the glass their eyes met. The
color hail lied, leaving her whiter than
the dead purity of her dress; her Jaw
hud dropped. For an Instant It iteemed
to him that a veil had been torn from
her face, leaving It piteously distorted.
“ Sylvia!” he repeuted In a changed
tone.
She turned then with n little stifled
gasp. Her hand with the lace hand
kerchief hud flown to her lips in an
Instinctive effort at concealment
“ Oil.” she said under her breath.
“ You! Oh. Richard!”
He strode across the room to her
side. He seized her hands and kissed
them In a stormy outbreak of pnsalon
which
seemed
terrify
her.
She
shrank from him, vainly trying to free
himself.
“ Oh, Richard—don’t —you must t>e
more careful— we are not alone— there
are people— ”
He laughed up at her. Hla eye« were
alight. The subdued flicker of reck-
lessnesa, never wholly absent, blazed
up in defiance of her white timidity.
“ I know there nre people— hundreds
o f them —somewhere down In that dull
old world which we've left miles be
neath. Yes, I dare suy, I am a little
mad. 1 feel it— I'm glad o f 1L it's
good to tie mad like tills— ’’ Suddenly
her expression penetrated his Intoxica
tion.
He stopped short.
“ Sylvia—
you're not III?” he said roughly.
She shook her head, half smiling,
half tearful.
“ You may not care what people
think, but I do— all ulee women do.
We are not properly engaged.
You
forget that.” '
He nodded, his eyes fixed on her
half-averted face.
“ Perhaps you ure right— women nre
different. In their love nnd In their
Here is a simple, inexpensive
religion they seek the outward, visible
It Is a pity thst some persons
treatment
that will generally ship
signs. I have brought the visible signs
lack the tact to break unhappy
dandruff and scalp itching, and keep
with me.”
He put his hand to his
news Inoffensively. Perhaps It
the hair thick, live and lustrous:
pocket and drew out a «mall cn«e,
Is thoughtlessness that Is re
A t night, aprtftd the hair «i»*rt and rub m littl«
which he opened nnd placed on the
sponsible for a good deal ef the
Pr8iit«>l
iutu ih r * » ! p feot ly. with
table before her. “ Thnt Is my first
sadness In the world—especially
tbs tip of the ftngrv. Repeat th>* until t)>«
whole
»calp
has
hern
treated N * i t morning,
gift,” he said simply. As though drawn
in ths cases of spoiled women
i) a m p * N i thoroughly with Reainol S o a p and hot
against her will, she turned. Her eyes
who play with the affections of
water. W or k the creamy Re tinol lather well
rested on the ring In Its cold, gray
Into the Ka lp. p i » » e w4th grad.tally cooler
men who** love Is deep.
JftACTXy*
water, the !a»t water being < o ld
A l l drugging
setting, and their pupils dilated with
VALi'^T"'*
How much sorrow might nave
•ell Kcainol Soap and Otutmeut.
an amazed Involuntary displeasure. It
been saved If between 8ylvla
was a single, flawless emerald, square
and Richard there had been
“ Sylvia,” He Said Brokenly.
cut and set In a narrow band o f sap
really a mutual thoughtfulnees
say I was harsh— but I swear I didn’t phire.
Or Buy Swordfish.
and effort to spare heartbreak
Farquhar took It from Its case nnd
deserve this. And now I have to lie
and soul-misery—than which
“ Henford la u pacifist, Isn't he?"
and pretend and play this confounded held It out to her.
“ Rabid! Why, he wouldn't let hls
there Is no greater misery.
“ You don’t understand, it enn’t be
wife have cartridge paper on their din
comedy. IVople— the few who believe
( T O Uhl C O M T N U U L M
ing room wall."— Boston Transcript.
— w ill tell you that my son Is sheep Just now. It’s as though we were re
farming In Australia. Farquhar, what
Its Status.
In heaven's name possesses a man to
“
Did
Bibbs
give ills wife her new
want children?
Mine have been a
car voluntarily?”
curse— ”
“ I rather think it was a onso of nuto
“ You hare your daughter,” was the
‘ that killed many men, and hns since suggestion.” — Baltimore American.
shar»> interruption.
Domestic Animals Are Affected Dif lived sumptuously In billets with an
The hanker glanced at the man be
Identification disk around Its neck.
ferently by the Noises Insep
side him. The thin, bronzed face was
Regimental mascots appear to have
arable to Warfare.
slightly flushed, and there was a fire
the beHt time, for they stay In billets,
In the passionate eyes which seemed to
live on the fat o f tho land, and are
Bombardments affect different ani
cause the observer a new emotion. He
made much of by the local Inhabitants.
Dogs, as a
turned away, his thin features twisted mals in diflernt ways.
Tho pampered terrier o f a certain fa
rule,
show
great
distress
when
shells
into a wry smile.
mous regiment of foot guards sat on
“ Yes— I have Sylvia— naturally she burst near them and howl piteously. tho top of a transport wagon at the
Is a great comfort. But she Is young— On the other hand, they have been tail of the battalion and barked at all
you must always remember that, nnd known to dash along the front of a the civilian dogs he passed.— London
one must Judge youth by other stand trench during infantry fire, barking Tit-Bits.
ards. We must not expect too much.” and apparently enjoying the noise.
Cats do not care whether they are
“ One might expect everything of
Foretold by Oil,
Sylvia," Farquhar responded gravely. shelled or “ machined'’ a» long aa they
Among the Kherrlaa of India there
Again the swift, anxious glance have a dry corner and food when they Is a very curious marriage ceremony.
are hungry.
swept over his face.
Taking a portion of the hair of the
There have been Instances of lost bride and bridegroom In turn from ths
“ Ah, yes, you are young yourself.
Well, I suppose you want to see her; dogs and cats actually venturing Into center of tho forehead, the priest
I won’t detain you. You will find her the British trenches during an en draws It down on to the bridge of ths
_____________ A U N
I M « N T
Some of them lived In nose. Then, pouring oil on the head,
In the library, looking out some old gagement.
prints for a well-intentioned futurist. cottages near the firing line— long he watches it carefully as It trickles
W e have become artistic, you know.” since destroyed—and clung to the down the portion of hair. I f the oil
I f there was a covert sneer in the remnants of their homes; others runs straight on to the tip of their
A nonde nose their future will be fortunate,
last words Farquhar was not In a po strayed a long distance.
sition to notice it, for he had already script dog, with an Armentleres ad but If It spreads over the forehead
begun to cross the room. One or two dress on his collar, turned up near or trickles off on either side of tbs
people spoke to him, but he answered Wytsehaeto early one morning, spent nose, Ml luck Is sure to follow Their
absently, and they did not detain him. the day with a territorial battalion, fortunes told, generally to their own
A pair o f heavy tapestry curtains sepa disappeared at dusk, and was never satisfaction, the final part of the cere Made Since 1846.
“ ¡¿ ¡ft*
mony takes place. Htandlng up side
rated the so-called library from the seen again.
Price
25c,
50c
and
$1.00
A West-country yeomanry contin by side, but with faces strictly avert
drawing room. He pushed them softly
aside and entered.
gent was adopted In the thick of a ed, the bride and bridegroom mark
Sylvia Omney stood nt the long table fight near Fortuln In May by a black each other’« forehead with “ slndar"
beneath the subdued cluster o f electric pili vhirh flBiirvivpd a bombardment (verm ilion).
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