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!. A .R . W YLIE SYNOPSIS. — 13— S ylvia Oraney, her lover, R ich a rd F n r- quhar, finds, h as fallen In love w ith C a p tain A rn au d o f the F oreig n L eg ion . In C aptain S ow er s room F a rq u lia r fo rce s S ow er to h a v e P reston s I O U 's re turned to him. F a rq u lia r Is h elped to his room s by G a b rlelle Sm ith. S ow er dem and s an a p olog y. R efu sed , he fo r c e s F a rq u lia r to resign his com m ission In retu rn for possession o f F a rq u h a r’ s fa th e r ’ s w r it ten con fe s s io n th a t he had m u rd ered S o w e r's father. G a b rlelle sa v es F a rq u h a r fro m suicide. T o shield A rn au d . S y lv ia ■ n an ce, F a rq u h a r p ro fe s s e s to h a v e stolen w a r plans and tells th e real cu lp rit w hy he did so. A s R ich a rd N a m eless he Joins th e F oreig n L eg ion a nd sees S ylv ia , now M m e. A rnaud. m eet C olon el D estinn F a rq u h a r m eets S ylv ia and G a b rlelle. and lea rn s from C orp ora l G oeta o f the c o l o n e l's cru elty . A rn a u d b e co m e s a d r u n k a rd and opiu m sm ok er. S v lv la b ecom es frien d ly w ith C olonel D rslln n . A rn au d b ecom es Jealous o f F a rq u h a r. F arqu har. on gu a rd at a villa w h ere a d a n ce Is In p rogress. Is sh ot dow n by A rn a u d . A r naud Justifies his Insanely Jealous action to C olon el L>estlnn. A rn au d g o e s to a d a n c in g girl w h o loves him fo r c o m fo r t . G a- b rie l’.e m eets L ow e, fo r w hom she had sa crificed position and rep u tation , and tells him she Is free from him. S y lv ia m eets D estin n behind th e m osqu e. A r naud b ecom es 111 but S y lv ia w ill n ot help him . nor In terfere fo r F a rq u h a r. burning deep Into Ills brain, so that for a moment earth and sky became an endless blazing furnace. Then when the tlame tiled down again he kuew that her touch had set him free, lie lay still, the cramped hnIf paralyzed Iksly stretched out In the exhaustlou of relief, and she tient over him, |*eer- lng into the quiet face with passionate auxlety. "Richard!" she whispered Impera tively. "Can you hear me? l*o you know me?” He looked up at her. In the pale supernatural twilight wlileh hovered over the plateau his features bore that look of white transparency which be longs to death, but Ills eyes, black uu- j der the straight resolute brows, were deliriously alive. They were lifted to hers, but gazed beyond her Intently and without recognition. "I know you.” he said. “ I saw you coming. I tried not to call, but you must have heurd my praying for you. Did you know 1 needed you?” ” Yes,” she answered. Very geutly she raised his dark head, so that It rested against her knee, and passed her handkerchief over bis bloodstained lips. “ We must be very quiet,’* she whispered. "No one has seen me— no oue must see me. Will they come to see you again tonight?” “ No oue will come to me again.** It was very still. His hand groped for hers and held It with feverish strength. "It was an act o f friendship,” he gasped. ” 1 understand—you were thinking of those other days— long sgo —and you were merciful. You had judged and passed sentence—and then you forgave. 1 am glad—It was like you—like my dreams o f you—** “ In your dreams did l pass sen- “ Comrade, In a few days we shall be going south— four hundred of us and thirty officers. The devil goes, too. We are to build his road for him. so that one day someone will give him a little red ribbon for his buttonhole. It is amusing, is it not? It makes one laugh. They will be able to use our skulls for mile-stones. I always laugh when I think o f it. Yours will be among them. Have you thought of that?” Farquhar smiled to himself. “ I shall not go with you,” his brain answered. “ Merdei You will not desert us. comrade? We need you. We count on you. Four hundred men and thirty o f ficers! How simple! We shall go so docilely. We shall march on and on. forty kilometers a day. right to the edge of the desert and then one fine morning you shall blow the reveille and the thirty officers will go on sleep ing, and we shall ,’eave them there— and follow you wherever you lead, against the Arabs, against the devil himself, right through Morocco—to freedom! Comrade, you are a brave Englishman. We trust you. We will bear and suffer anything if you will lead us. If only a dozen of us get through we shall bless you. No evil can be worse than this. Death Is for all of us sooner or later, and we would rather die as free m e D under you than as rats—” Farquhar struggled to free himself. "Duty!” he said sharply and clearly. He thought he heard a sigh and a curse— farther away now—and the shadow lifted. There were the stars once more, their pure serenity un changed, and the white-glowing min arets lifting tLeir lace-work o f dreams high up Into the light as of their In spiration. It was then that Farquhar saw her. He ground his teeth together so that he should not call her, and In stead prayed— “ God keep her—oh, God help her!” It had not been more than a breath, the first utterance of an anguished sense o f failure, but she heard It, for she came to him and knelt beside him. He felt her hand touch bis forehead and glide swiftly over his helpless limbs. “ Sylvia r Her hands touched his wrists, and In answer the dull glowing fire burst out afresh aud shot up along his limbs. THE VALVELESS PUMP Imperfect Digestion HOSTETTER’S Stomach Bitters Farquhar knows Sylvia to be a vain, selfish woman. Yet op portunity apparently comes to him to take Sylvia’s love— such as It Is—once more and bend this wife of another man to his purposes. Oo you believe he will succumb to the tempta tion? CHAPTER XIII—Continued. you suffer was unjust and unworthy white rolled figure greets*! (lie on# Clod How the Spellbinder Turne the Trlok. of you. She knew nothing of life or lu solemn thanksgiving— "T o my min#— — “ “ Holiness to thee. O God, praise t*e pain or teuiptutton. She Judged like a "I ran not do Justice to—-—“ to thee. Great Is thjr name!” child.” "Far be It from m s-— ** Then came the gny. Joyous call of a "Have you learned «o much In theee “ It Is hardly necessary to say------" bugle aud the clatter of arms. few weeks?” "One word more and I have The wotuuu rose slowly to her feet don«------ ” "At least 1 know now enough to She stood for u moment facing the Judge more gently," "It fall* to my lot------” grandeur of rising light; then she l*ent “ I can not llud words to — ” He groaned In bitter recollection. "In the last analyst»— ” “That la the worst—to know that down, and with swift strong hands “ Be thut ns It may ---- ” was all useless. Oh. Sylvia. It was all bound the unreslstlug figur# Into a ” 1 shall not detain you longer------” a terrible miatuke. 1 anould have semblance of Its first helplessness “ It becomes my painful duty — ” fought for you— 1 never should have Stern Indignation blazed III her eyes "1 point with pride to yielded place to that p»*>r scoundrel—” as she lifted them for a moment but — Columbia Stale. “ No, no, Richard, not a scoundrel, she neither flinched nor hesitated. Only but a ntuu tempted ami suffering uuit ns a stifled groan broke from the blood ic«s Up# elie bent lower and kissed maddened like yourself." Ilia head dropped back against her him. “ Forgive me. God bless you. dear.” shoulder. lie •lulled faintly, as though In apol More "My God—what Irony that I should Judge—” lie seemed to drag Id* ogy, In weak unconscious gratitude, fevered thoughts together with a an then, sighing, [Missed from stU[M>r Into preuie effort. "What are you doing a peaceful dreamless sleep. here?" he demanded with Ihe old Im CHAPTER XIV. periousness. "llo w did you come here? It Is not safe. If they found you—" ‘They will not find me." She hud The End of Ramazan. II I'unii» takeu something from tin* i>ooket of On the outskirts of Sldl Iwl-Abbra trr l l M r « r * «»nl fur vortical »action her mantle uiid held It to Ids lips. half a dozen Arabs stood und waited f.lfl of 11 H f*«n 1 » I ne (•IU**| by A tty otto. I In l Mini Lin t o “ Drink this!” she commanded tersely. m M utoke I*»llve>r» M *i«» patiently. They hud stood on the same M o r e e ^ iw e r . t h » n A fijr ' "It’s of uo good.” spot since the hour o f sunset watch f ’ limt* K ruj N o rrtm in jf lt«tju ir««! »1 A n y “ I wish It. You must have strength tug tbe pale emerald change to deep Kednohtble W rit# fur (« t i i u t f , I'rlwNi and T<*»timn«ti«U to listen to me.” lie yielded aud lay est sapptdre, ami had neither moved twfiirv you buy. still. Ids bright delirious eyes fixed In nor spoken to one nuother. In thvlr THE V A I, V LEMS PI Ml* CO.. tently oil the kmg white track o f star* •jsitless burnooses they had looked like M b H o u r T i l l « A T r tie t 1114«., ft'u rlla m l. O r* , above him, ns though It was from statue* placed there as sentinels over thence that her voice came to him. “ It the gsyl.v lighted, hustling town Uddnd Is not likely that we shall meet ngaln.” them. Now, as slowly, gntcefulljr, the she went on rapidly, “ and I want you thin circle o f the new moon rose uhove "And where Is your daughter Minnie to remember ivhat I am saying—ss the distant Hue of palms, the foremost this year, Mrs. Noovo?" asked tho long ns you live. I am uot unhappy, Arsti ts>w#d himself to the ground. visitor. Ri-hard—remember that. I have gam "W hy.” said the old lady, “ Minnie “ The fast Is over. I’ralse be to Al bled away my heritage In a mad hour, j want* to be a teacher In domestic lah, tbe all-merciful.” and I have no right even to sorrow.. I I science, and she’s taking a course lu From tbe distance came the dull reg love you. I thank God that you came household derangements down at the ulur thud of horse’s hoofs. A moment Abnormal school.” Into my life. Rememlwr that!” She bent over him and with her handker later a »paid, uincnted on a foam- chief brushed the sweat of breaking flecked, bl<>ud’*tnlned horse, w’hlch fever from his forehead. “Can you reeled lu Its gallop, burst through their hear me still, Richard—can you atlll mhlst and swept on toward the gnt<** of the fortification*. As he passed be understand me?” drugged himself up In hi* saddle and “ I understand,” he answered. “ You must live— for my sake. I am whirled Ids flint lock lu s semicircle only n poor human being—I cannot do about Id* head. “ It n m a/an l* overt" he gnsped without you on my earth. And then— von cannot throw down your weapon* “Otilcd Nall ha* risen—” The last word* were lost In the soon u n d e r m i n e s your now.” He started, as though at some fsr- swirl of wind which clung to hi* horse's heel*. The half a dozen Arab* health and impoverishes oflf. familiar souud. turned their glams* for n Inst time to ' your blood, but this may "That Is what the little gray !ady Behind Hie brooding, lin be corrected by careful would hnv* said. ‘ We cannot throw the sky. down our weapons In the first skir jwnetralile gravity there burned up a diet and the assistance of half smiling exultation. mish.' I have often thought of that controlled Then, still silent, they dispersed swift Tell her— I have not forgotteu.” ly In the direction o f the town. "I will tell her.” lie was silent n moment- Then hi* . eyes opened fully, and a smile of bril The Arabs tre ready for re liant hope, as of a roan who has laid volt. This gives the Legion- strong hands on an adverse fate. , sires an opportunity to success flashed over Ills wau featur- s. fully mutiny against thslr offl- "W e must go on—at whatever cost— It tones and strengthen» oerw. A strong man tike Rich we must go on,” he cried hoarsely. And the entire digestive sys ard Nameless can Isad the with a swift change of tone. Infinitely movement and d»w-w to him a tem and is a real aid to pathetic In Its «beer Joy und gratitude: large fo.ee. Will he do to? “ How beautiful you are. how beauti Nature in cases of indiges ful—” tion, cramps or malaria. That wns all. Ills voice. rops<*d for IT O UK C O N T I N U E D .) that brief moment In the strength of a reborn happiness, passed like a ripple Where Sousa Got His Name. on the fnce of the deep silence. Very 'T h e summer I spent In Maine.” gently she slipped the long cloak from said Miss Minnie Dryer, "there was a Fleeting Fame. her shoulders and laid It over him. lie professor In jome university ibore "Fame doesn't last long, docs It?” did not move. The long-drawn-out who was continually getting up Inter second* became minute*, the minute* esting things to tell at night a* the "W hat's on your mind now?” “ I gave $5o0 to a worthy charity ami —hour*. One by one the great host of crowc* sat around the big wtxxl fire. watchers altove them flashed out, leav One night he told of how Sousa got my name and the amount I donated Ing a blank waste of darkness. A chill h'a name As a matter of fact his name i were printed In all the papers.” "Y es.” wind, sand-laden from the south, Is Sum Otts. One summer he went "And the next «lay my name wns brushed against her fnce. Still she abroad and had all of his trunks : dropped and the sum appeared only In bag marked '8. O. U. 8. A ,’ and tho knelt there, with the man's uncon the Hut "f previously acknowledged.” scious bead against her knees, her eye* gage men ran it together Into 'Sousa, I —Detroit Free Press. fixed In proud strong pntlence on the and slneo then he has neeu known western sky. where xlowly. nlmost Im by that name.” perceptibly. the dawn was breaking. Poor Pal In all the glory of reawakened life tbe Tommy—“ Do you go to bed very pale-gold heralds of tbe morning rose Mrs. Gray- above tbe distant horizon mid. gather early Mrs Graymare.” aometirnos— ing warmth and deeper fire a* they maro— "Yes, Tommy, Tommy—"You swept the desert, broke In one mingled when I feel tired.” flood against the topmost minarets, wouldn't go so early If you worn mar which glowed back In splendid an ried to my pa, would you?" Mra. O.— Medicine Which Made Sur swer. The bivouac lire* had long since "Oh. Tommy, you funny hoy. why geon’s W ork Unnecessary. died out, und the sickly ghost of night not?" T o m m y -"C o s my pa told my ma that If ho were your husband he’d crept back into the groves of olive. Astoria, N. Y. — “ For two years I From tiie high tower of the mosque s make you sit u p!” was feeling ill and took all kinds o f "We Must Go on at Whatever Cost— We Must Go on." tence?” she interrupted In the same low tone. "Yes—you remember—out there In the churchyard. What you said then— it has haunted me like a curse. ‘ I wish to God I bad never met you. Richard!’ ” "The woman who said that was cruel and foolish,” 6he said. "She didn't un derstand.” "And now?” “ If I do not understand everything, at least 1 have still my faith.” “ Faith? In whom? An outcast without name or honor?” "You are not without name or honor. You may have strained both In that first defeat— I do not know how or why—but you have not lost them. They are yours still. 1 believe that they will be yours always.” “ You know that? You believe that?” “ I know.” Her arms were about him; she held his exhausted, tortured frame In a strong tenderness. "If I had not known I would not have come here to you. Only the best o f us can fall from great heights. Only the bravest can pick themselves up and begin the long, heart-breaking climb back.” She lifted her white face to the sky. hiding the blinding tears. All was still again. The black grotesque shadow of the sentry crossed the fading line of campfires, and she crouched lower. He passed on Indifferently. “ You are right,” Farquhar went on at last. "That was what I prayed that you should understand. I had failed, utterly, Ignomlniously, but not Ignobly. I can't explain. I shall never be able to; but I meant to go out o f your life and leave you happy. It was all I thought of. Can you believe that?” “ I do believe It,” she answered hoarsely. “ Thank you.” He smiled a little. As though overtaken by a sudden Ir resistible thought, he dragged himself up and his eyes, sightless and yet tragically conscious, sought her face. "That night— at the Vlllu Bernotto’s,” he stammered—“ was It for me that you risked so much?” “ Yes,” she answered simply. "It was for you.” “ What had you come to tell me?” “That the woman who had made WOMAN AVOIDS OPERATION COSTLY FLOWKR LIVES ON AIR It's Not the Orchid's Board Bill That Makes Aristocratic Bloom So Expensive. Aristocrats of tho flower kingdom— and probably the least understood. You hear them called parasites, which Is only one of the common mistakes made about the orchid. You see n hun dred different shapes and a dozen dif ferent colors grouped together, each shape, perhaps, a distinct family and each with a separate name. In the first place, orchids are not parasite*. A parasitical plant Is one which gets nourishment from another plant. Certain orchids live on trees, but they get their food and drink from the air by means of aerial roots. We call them epiphytes. Other orchids gets their nourishment directly from the ground. They are called terrestrial orchids. People don t understand, either, why orchids cost so much. They fall to see why a tiny plant Is sold for—say $1,000. If they realized that rare or chids may have cost a long trip Into a tropical Jungle to obtain, and that It takes from eight to ten years to raise a plant from the seed, with pa tient care and treatment, they could see why these flowers remain In the aristocratic class. Only the orchid grower can under stand all tho details of bis art. but the flower lover can easily learn to distinguish the various types. Myotlfylng Chemical Trick. A plain blue handkerchief la shown to the audience. When tho handker chief is warmed It turns white and when heated further resumes Its for mer color. Make a starch paste and add enough v. ater to the paste to thin It Then add sufficient tincture of Iodine to color the llqidd blue; a few dropa will ho enough. Dye a white andkerchlof with this blue liquid, and when tha handkerchief Is dry It Is ready for tho trick.—Popular Science Monthly. Luxury Tax for Dane. The proposed Danish ban on lux uries, known as the "luxury tax," )■ expected to Include tobacco, flowers, raisins, currants, wines, caviar, truf fles. lobsters, oystera, tea, coffee, co coa, hats, plumage, coraeta, drosses, perfumes, laces, ornaments, watchea. books, magazines and paper. tonics. I was get- ing worse everyday. 1 had chills,my head would ache I was always tired. I could not walk straight because o f the puin in myhack and I hail pains in my stom ach. 1 went to a doctor and he said I must go under an operation, hut I did not go. I rend in tho p a p e r a I) o u t Lydia E. Pinkham’ * Vegetable Com pound and told my husband about it. I said ‘ I know nothing will help mo but I will try this.’ I found m yself improv ing from tho very first bottle, and in two weoks time I was ablo to sit down and eat a hearty breakfast with my hus band, which l had not done for twoyenrs. I am now in tho Lost o f health and did not have tho operation.” — Mrs. J o h n A. K o e n i g , 502 blushing Avenue, Astoria, N. Y. Every one dreads the surgeon’ s knife and the operaUng tablo. Sometimes nothing else will d o ; hut many times doctors say they are necessary when they are not. Letter after letter cornea to the Pinkham Laboratory, telling how operations were advised and were not tiorformed; o r,if performed,did no good, but Lydia E Pinkham’ * Vegetable Com pound waa used and good health followed. If yon want adylco write to Lydia E. Pinkham M e d ic in e Co. (confidential), Lynn, Mwu. '