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V DON I Under ire Copy .'lght, ltflO. Ily Th« Macaulay Company R h eu m atism By Richard Parker H iN tl im i I lo wltsn you ran easily find quick re lie f front Oils cruel disease In any stage. A nti U ric made fro m Ko«iU mid 11« i rles. gradually aoothea aw ay the poi son from the system, no m a tte r how severe or long standing ths case may l»e. Heml ll.h t) today fu r a treatm en t d n m i »1 Roi Cooper M e i/ru c A u th o r »f " IT “ U N D E R C O V E R ." ■ l it i Co- A u t h o r uf M A Y » I O A D V E R T IS U " trottci you who'll never lieetl out of place, right b.i a rushing river, lit die J uki such uinulm r story a littlu while Kuala m l!" «lie said, hastily. very shadow of (he snotv! And think ago." G fo rty n iiy s u lT ilm iK h lir of S ir "A lt! T hat was ilHTerent. I was poor bow young we nre! We've fifty years "N o t such a« tills," lie continued mi G e o rg *. o f t h * B r itis h K < ltn ira lty . h in ts s i Ihoit." lie reminded her. ahead o f us I f f y y e a r s of lo t« amt th liikln g ly. 'T 'lra t I fought w ith him . .1 liaison bo tw o en h e r p w n N » , K th e l "O h—am i now?" happiness! Just you and me. my dear!" and then, to him, almost a stranger, W illo u g h b y , a n d H e n r y S tr e e tm a n . K th e l d r n l n It. ■ (•n r y S tr e e tm a n m il» on K t h r l " I'm Ihe Idle rich." he Inform ed her C aptain lt« lim in d kissed her hand there I stood In the union light, «Bid* sn<1 whit«* » a i l i n g fo r h e r t * l k » to H i » « » humorously. "A n uncle In In d ia fell then te r. S ir «Vpv.rg»'» D u lle r. w h o Is a H e r m a n mad 1 guess, ami poured out my heart spy a b o u t hi» f a ilu r e to g e t a t a d m i r a l ! ' oiT his horse, lim iting not very roman She had listened to tils rapiti word» I told him shout yoli I'd Iteen so p a te r a tn S ir G e o rg e 's possession. lie And they eahted me I as If It were all a dream some beauti lonely It wa« go m ) to talk to till» man p h o n es to H e r m a n s e c rs t s e rv ic e h e a d tie, was l(? q u a r te r s S tr e e tm a n . Ih e H e r m a n spy. an d was Ihe sole heir to Ills vast estates." ful dream from which she suddenly to tntk to anybody Hi»( night. But R e e d e r la lla a B re w s te r , th e b u tle r ! a r e " I didn't know yon hail an uncle In aw oke to the stem reality of life, w ith at last I promised the chap I ’d q u it.” dis i.siting th e p o a a lb llily o f w a r W hen In d ia ." Ktltel commented with some its bitterness ami Its disappointment. t i l l e « r i'e a r s he I r es to t o r e 1 ej" In S' I "W h a t made you promise?" fro m S r G e o rg e I n ale> lgo o f th e » u llln ^ surprise. Its disillusions am i Its heartaches H e gn/ed llllo space, a* the seen* o rd e rs to th e B ritis h f l e e t T h o u g h she "N o more did I! H u t— God hies* " L a r r y — I am m arried." »he subì became vivid III hls mind b e lie v e * h im a K rv n e h In s te a d o f a H e r m a n spy. s n * r e fu s e * u n til he th r e a te n s slow ly. him !" the captain said w ith mock rev "A h ! I suppose tw as the «en tlirsn t her S ';e be g * h in t to a n n o u n c e th e tr r e e r e t m a rr ia g e , a s G eo rg y is su aptclo ua. rrenoe. the Irish In me He uppenlcd to my bu t he p u ts h e r o ff A t te a G e o rg y an d “ And w h y— why have you come C H A P T E R V III. love o f country to my patriotism . I h e r lo v e r. G u y F a lc o n e r , te a s e S ir G e o rg e , hack?" she im ittircd slowly, an d S tre e tm a n m a k e s a n a w k w a r d a t wa« an officer In tils m ajesty’s service te m p t to ta lk p o litic s . S tr e e tm a n . th e " F o r the saute reason that I went Doubly a V illain. am i some day England might tired me G e r m a n spy. S ir G e o rg e W a g s la ft. B ritis h L a rry Itcdinnnd pan ««I dazed. ami | and I'd not be ilicre r a v a l o ffic ia l. K th e l W illo u g h b y , se cre t a w a y ." he said prom ptly. It hit uie And w ife o f S tr e e im a n . a n d o th e rs a r e h a \ i n * dropped her hand while he looked at " W h a t was that?” 1 curious *twaa. It should be a G erm an to te a a t th e W a g s ia f f hom e. T h e p a r t y ts *'A wom au!" Kthel uneoniprebentllngly. dlscu sain g a p la y C h a r lie B ro w n , n e w s ■top me!" H is soft reply, his serious eyes, “ M arried ? " he stammered "No. no. p a p e r m a n o f N't w Y o r k , e n te r ta in s th e She Iwitl listened tn him w ith Incrras te a p a r t y w ith h is v ie w s on th e t h r e a t - thrilled her. But at the same tim e she It can't be! You're playing some lc o n e r de ened war In Furope H u y F . a --------- -- .. .. lug wonder. H ls very words were a l cl arc* that If war cornes h* w tll go to knew that allé OIU St uo longer let U n i game! It can't l»e true. ' most s duplication of H enry Street Cuba. Hls inother and Sir George rtprove reuiain In a lover'« itn«od—site w ho “ I ’m secretly m arried." she eon m an’s T here could he no doubt th at It W J Ü /tÆ ). r X ™ u h l hâve given .» y th ln g to hear fessed. was the same episode. The long arm on Kthel The tw. b.ad boen uirce lared | th a t otte short mouth ttgo. H e looked at her In amazement. o f coincidence could scarcely stretch lover». •'Y'ou. L a rry !" Sh forced a gay "Seoretlv? But why w h y ? ” that ta r And now. at hls final seu ! laugh. " H o w eseitin; T e ll me. who “ I can't explain, even to you, L arry fence. Kthel started. was she?" except that It's for uiy happiness to A queer race of people, the "A G erm an?" she cried In «julck sur "T he woman I loved," was bis quiet keep It secret, now ." Irish. Romantic, poetic, im pul prise reply. B itte r realization came to him then sive, charming, theirs has been "Y’ cs! H einrich Stniasm nn!” She could not mistake hi* mean lug. But he would not (ire*- her fu rth er a tragic history fo r centuries. Kthel gasped "1 never thought you were In love "A nd you're happy?” Ills eyes sought You’tl find Irish soldiers of fo r “ H ein rich Stroaam an! A re yoa w ith anybody." she re jo in « !. hers sadly. tune in all the w orld’s w ild en sure?” She roulil not believe that she "R o t 1 w.is am! »he was a d a rtin '— « She could not keep b a c k the whole terprises and every soldier a po the lovelie»: thing In the whole world, truth from him. no nuttier h tw much heard him aright. tential lovemaker. Says Captain "Oh. I'd not t«e likely to forget w atch«! «ver by some guardian augei »he wished to. Larry Redmond's lion Redmond to E th el: " T h a t’s the h im ." C aptuln Redmond asuurcd her th at brought her the bc»t In life " «•sty « its t« mi patent to m a k e «llssetn tragedy of the Iris h ! W e're al- b itterly. "A nd yet she refused you?" Kthel ! M in s a n e a s y m atter In h i« |>r.*s«*n«'* > ways too something— too late or "W o u ld n ’t th a t l«e H enry Streetm an said w ith a smile She w shed that I "Oh. ye». L a rry ! I tv.is h a p p y — tin too early— too sentim ental or In Kiigllsh?” she askeil shtwly. L.-trry (tedinomi had not stayed to talk tll you came b a c k Just now." «he s»l«l too cynical— too shy or too "Yea. I suppose »«>,” he rejoined w ith her But the man fascinated her "Then why <tld you m a r r y him?” he "W liy ? " bold.” You w .ll enjoy th e ir in He alw ays bad And titoligli she k n e w dent itided. There was no auger In tils terview in this installm ent. Kthel W illoughby rose and moved she had no right to listen tn such i v o ic e -o n ly regret anil woiulcr. a « .iy from him . to tilde her agitation things n* he was telling her. some Ir | "Recnuse when you l e f t I w as—de» “Ob, nothing!" she said. resistible force seemed to bold her I t e r a t e . " » h e adm itted C H A P T E R V II— Continued. " It's a queer gam e." I.n rry said, Ig helpless until he should lutve to!d her “ Y 'U.'" he exclaim ed, more than ever n o n n t of her agony -" th is thing they th at he loved her at a :«»«» to understand her "Bew are of the m ilitary , K thel— es "A h ! She hadn't the chance to re "Y ear Kthel said. 'I w»!te«l — w a it ro ll life. I. an officer In hla m ajesty's pecially when he's Irish!" she warned fuse me.” lie was saying, " fo r I uever ed for you until s month ago. I ’d arm y, to owe m ine to a man In the Ethel. . told her— localise how could 1? I wa« never tn .ird from y i — never heard of G erm an secret service!” “ A G e rm s ii spy!" Now Kthel knew In anothe; moment Miss W illoughby ju«t „ captain in the a rm y ; how could j yon. I thought you were dead. If and Captain Redmond were alone, she [ i,ope to , :lk«. n r e of bl.r the way a you'd been a'lve. I felt th a t Itiy hive w hat her husbaud was. Now »he knew herse., seated upon the » h ie settee man should take care of the woman he my w anting you so very much would w liy he was eternally pressing her to B ut the captain, apparently, dared not loves?" gouge official secrets out of Sir G«*orge bring you back to me.” trust himself nearer her than the stool E th e l’« heart was heavy w ith the “ Hear God!” There wns no mock YY'agatnff. H e r gorge rose w ith in her. upon which he perched ju s t where he thought of what might have been. “ W e m ustn't hold that ngnlmrt h'm ." I reverence in that soul-w rung w all. could not touch her. There had been T jirry chided her gently. H e little knew " H o w selfish you men are! IV rhaps | straight from hi* K eltic heart. a time when he and Ethel were undis she cared, too?" she suggested. "And all my money had gone. Oh! the agony th at she wns eouceallng guised ly fond of each other. But now C aptain Redmond shook h;s head de I It doesn't m atter now ! And I came from him. " 'T w o « hls Job— and fo r a he was scarcely sure of her s e n t!-1 »pondentVy *• - m c m to S;r George’« stranger he'd (•••en m ighty kind to me ments toward him. - lie mid hls w ife .” “ No. I think not,” he replied. "I laughter H e '* lx-eu very helpful, “ So. Larry, you've actually come don't think »he even guessed how I I • . . .And this m an— my husband— T h a t last word struck her cold. back at iasL” she «aid. " W h a t did you say?" she asked him f«-!t. I don't think «be guesses now anie along H e seemed very fond of “ I wonder i f It can seem as long to Y'ou see. she was rich, she was beautl- ® e— ’’ »he smiled w a n ly — "q u ite des very slowly. "W h y , that he and hls w ife had tieen you as it does to me, he mused. fu l. There were alw ays a dozen men perately in love I was wretched, ml» m ighty kind to me." “ I don't know— perhaps!" dancing attendance on bt erabie, lonely, and oh! so tire d ! I "Y ou 're quite sure he wns m arried?" “ Ho you mind when I «aw you last? chaps, some o f them ! And oue day wanted someone to take care of me •Twas a t a dance on the r i v e r - " when fh„ T toId rlie wai| engag(^ And so. I mnrrb-d.” »he Inquired In u m anner that was \g h a a t as «he -A t M arlow e!” She had bora fa r the bulllest o f theta «p. i w ent "A nd It's all my fa u lt!” T h a t wns strangely deliberate. from forgetting that pleasant memory. 1 aw ay ” like I„*irry li«-dn.oiul— to condemn h im was at the thought o f ile n ry Street- man's duplicity, at Ills v' .In y In sub “Then you do rem ember!” he cried “ W itho u t saying good by?” Even he self instead o f h«-r. w ith delight. “ It was my first one- caught the suspicion o f reproach in her She could not l««*ar to hear him tip Jectlng lu-r to a m arring th at seemed no m arriage at all. a certain calm sat step!” he told her. voice. braid himself. In spite of "You ruined my slippers," she re “ I couldn't do th a t.” he explained. " I "Please, are n 't we suffering enough Isfartlo n came over her. tier slisme she was glad bi*yotid words minded him, to tease him. w.ant-d her to be happy; but i eouldn't | now?” she protested. "H id I : Then It was punishment q uite l»ear to see her happiness w ith H e made up hls rnlnd. then, that for that she was not tied to him for life— If what »lie now trlttd to believe were th a t when I came up the second tim e my own eyes. And so I'v e tossed her sake lie mu«t put things In a d iffer only true! w ild taxicabs wouldn t drag another aw ay the last tw e lv e months— no good ent light. And goading h im self to hls "M a rrie d ? " I.a rry repeated. "Oh. dance from you?” duty, he sat dowu and looked at her to anyone!” I'm q uite sure. H la w ife was a typical w earily. “ No. you were too late," Ethel ex " Y e t now you've come back.” she plained. She had no wish to be too said sadly, to herself more than to " B u t you've got to realize,” he he moonfaced G erm an hausfrati. w ith tw o hard on him. gnu. “you've got to realize th at It's ch ildren — bonny little kiddles. I used him. She could not help remem Iteri rig "Too late! T h a t’s the tragedy of the w hat he had ju st said about the Irish best you shouldn't have m arried a to romp 'em .” “Oh. my God! M y G od!” Kthel Irish! W e're alw ays too somethin’— being too late. coward -and I waa tnat. T w o months cried suddenly. too late or too e a rly — too sentim ental ago I nearly finished It a ll." H e turned to her eagerly, "M y d ear w hat Is It? YY’ hnt Is It?” “ L a rry !” Ethel exclaim ed In sudden or too cynical— too shy or too bold. W e “ ’T w a * only the other day In Paint The mere mention o f such a L a rry exclaim ed. H e saw tfint she was laugh too much and we're too sad. ma I picked up a copy o f an old Tim es fear. In agony. Ami lie w en t to her as lie W e're too much In love or not at alt. —an d I read there n paragraph about thing shocked her Inexpressibly. “ Ah. yes! I meant to!" he continued m ight have hurried to nny Muttering W e're way up or we re w ay dow n.” ber. She waa still M ss— M iss— and so " In fact, you're Irish .” she Interpo- I'm here." he said pointedly, though he ruthlessly. "A m i It was an other man bird w ith a broken wing. S U F M II FRO M prepaid to your add rasa. Result» guaranteed or money refunded, or sent C. (). 1>. by I'a rc s f I'oat. W rite for circulars and letter» from those bene- fitted. Hou’ t put It off. Simply send today. Address A N T I U R IC C O .. 102 Sherwood Building, Ban Francisco, S Y N O P S IS . lated softly. itad mentioned no un me to Id e n tify the — alm ost a stranger— who stopped me.” " When was It?” Anxious as she “ You sound as I f you L ie d os— g irl o f whom he spoke. was. she could not forbear asking him Irish," he rejoined. "H e re ? ” she asked, as I f perplexed. that. It seemed Inconceivable th at the She gave him an enigm atic look. ! H e w ent to her then. “ I love you— Irish .” she replied. " E th e l! Ethel! I w ant you tn m arry lCr T L a rry she used to know should “ T U a lucky race w» are!" be told me!" he besought her. H e kneeled up ever have been near self-destruction. her. with great enthusiasm. ‘T w o months ago— ” he said. And on the settee beside her. "Please God. ‘‘But te!l me—-w at have yoo been say you w ill!” he stopped ab ru ptly then, as I f hls doing?" Ethe asked "Oh! L a rry ! L a rry !" She was both thoughts had m om entarily taken him "Since I spoiled y v :r slippers?” Cap happy and sad—happy to know that he fa r aw ay. " T w o months ago. In Ber tain Redmond laug!.»d H e eeemed re«..y loved her, but desolate when lin ,” he resumed, pulling him self to never to remain long n a sertona mood. she realized that what he asked could gether by a visible effort. " I t was one o f those gorgeous, moonlight nights. I “ Oh. my dear. I ’ ve been a long way never I«* from T ip p e ra ry —the «"»*«•« In d ia . B er "Oh. Kthel! I love you — I love you!” was th inking of you, my dear, and lin, Paris, South Am erica. And ah! "And I never even dreamed It!” The th in king how fu tile It all was. W h at my dear, how lonely I'v e been!” Irony o f It all swept over her like some was the use? , , . I t was In one o ' those little side streets ofT U uter den "You lonely!” She could not believe engulfing flood, I* stood there behind a tree th a t the m ercurial Irishm an could ever “ You care for me too. don’ t you? Linden. when suddenly this fellow came up long be that. | Oh. say you do!” he begged. " I ’ve been In crowded places and In She rose, as If she would shake off from behind find grabbed my , re empty ones, but a;ways I was alone.” the cruel chains that kept her aw ay volver." he said w ith Just a bint of sadneaa. In from him. A ll at once hi« recital brought back spite o f the gayety th at hla friends “ I'v e alw ays cared,” «he told him to E th e l’« mind another s im ila r story. loved In him, there w ere m any times brokenly. In her agitation she could not at first when Captain Redmond bad to fight H la heart leaped at that. And step recall exactly where or under w hat hard to dispel the C eltic melancholy ping behind her quickly, he laid hls rlrciiinatances she had heard It. And th a t was hls n atu ral heritage. “ B ut hands gently upon her tw o arm«, then. In a flash, she rem em bered. H e r there, there— tell me about yo urself,’’ j ” M y love, my love -w h a t a great husband bad told her a tale like th a t he begged. w orld It Is when you're happy!” be *x - only on hour before. But Ethel was not ready to do that, claim ed. "Just th in k! I'll get the II- T n Berlin this was— not Paris?" she Rbe shrank Com discussing herself cerise In the morning; we'll be m arried asked him quickly. w ith him. ) In the afternoon and on our way to “ So— Berlin." "So yen 'ro becosr* a g re a t globe S w itzerland. I know the d a riiu ' o f a “T h a t’s curious,” she e»*4 " I beard There Is a hint th at Ethel w ill re ta lia te — not only against Streetm an but also against hls nation. In w h at w ill she find opportunity? N othing Doing! M arls waa a tender, sentim ental l i t tle thing tint, to put It m ild ly , hardly a beauty Mbs woe very, very fond of hubhy, but exacted from him ra th e r ail undue «m ount of atten tio n and service. "Oh, George," she com plslned one night. I don't believe you really lovo me! T e ll me, would you feel It, dear, | If we were parted ?’’ "K b what's th at? " said George, brightening up. " I mean It someone were to come and o ffer to take me aw ay, give me a beautifu l home uud every loving care, and a ll the best that money could buy, how would you feel?" " It doesn't a r is e " ’ he answered, re lapsing In to moody silence. "N o body's lik e ly to o ffe r !" — T it lilt«. J H ls F irs t P srtorm anes. M aid T he young clergym an who perform ed the cerem ony seemed d read fu lly flustered. Kthel Mercy, yes! W hy. he kissed the brtdegn oni am i shook hands w ith the bride Boston T ra n scrip t. BUCK LEG f f W r it e |tw lo s s « s o K ir M m m n H c u m r x aiACKita ring I sw y til «4,1 ftrwsfc. reità' 1« j f l • • !•»*• I w a s -« ru mass. ' f s' - a Vj tw - m they »«•Ito*« ***** «Ih* »MIMI (toll. w .«| t* »'ts* .-,-.4« 1 *. to O i l P i. Use*lag n«Ii. 11 00 SO S« m m SlaaSias HMt. $4 00 U m «. v Is)*- '•#. I mi « •««## • *i* ÎM SiMdai'tr »1 1 »flat pit. | M . | » ( a p e - d i « in « CM L ? . Ito VA. ' I i«s« •••* If A M I« I Nat a t ON C U T I AA A. 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