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Love Gives itself
THE STORY OF A BLOOD FEUD
BY ANNIE S. SWAN.
.1.04.11•0••••••WaI16•.*NIII.•
'Love gem itaelf and is not boughaP--Longfellola
CHAPTER XXVI,(Cont'd.)
"I've chucked that bounder an
bully, Donaldson, and Pm looking in
things. • Fact is, Miss Dempster, on
half of the world doesu't know hoe
the other half lives. Pm not tryin
to excuse myself, mind! I haven
the right, for I've been right down
there in my time, too, and I ought to
have known."
"Yqu have been abroad though for
a long time," said Jean on the spu
of the moment, and then colored, re-
raembering that she was encroachin
ou p ,1 ground.
"Yes; I've been out of New Yor
City just fifteen months. But P
stopping here for a bit now, and I'l
spend the most a it on the Eas-VSide
I find that work tastes sweet after
while of play. Its what we ever
born for, Miss Dempster, and the mo
ment we stop work see!—the devi
steps in and has his innings."
Jean smiled. her grave, kind smile
which had comforted many.
"We are certainly happier work- h h an never b rth f
Arfe4
• "Nce,shee did not tell nao:, ge WAS
in the theatre Test eight, you gay!
How didn't 1keow? Oh, what, a Cruel
shanie And now he le far g“vay, Ile
trahailliigrer, did go 73n, thet train, ynti
"Pra afraid there •isn't a donlat
abont it, M. Fordyce told nie he had
U11 the tickets, and neve he is at :east
six hundred miles away,"
Car:otta firopped her cheek on her
ihend and her face became straegely
told and sad. •-••
I "it is ail a frightful tragedy. How
did it happen that 3el4e in the Mao-
hattan last night? Surely it was the
very irery of fate. Fromwhat Judy
told me I should not have imagined
that he had tline moiley to Spare for
theatre tickets"
"He 'hadn't," , answered jean
promptly. • "The tickets were mine
given me by a bu'siness, client who
couldn't use them. He only came be-
cause I urged him, and because I
thought it might be a little bit of
cheer for him to raniernber his last
night in New "Vork."
"You save a good deal of leine,'
'didn't you, Miss, Dempster? He often
spoke of you in his letters."
"1 eaw a good deal of him at the
beginning, but not latterly. I was
• feeling anxious 'about him jut before
he turned up the nig-ht before last to
say goad -bye."
"He had bad times, had he net?
Much harder than he • allowed us at
• home to know about"
i Pm afraid so,"_ answered Jean,
1 "You don't say so! Wish I'd known' realizing that nothing could be gained
d : —but there! he wasn't the sorb you by hiding things, mid that Miss Ten -
to ' could present with- a wardrobe. Good- ea"agen had came detharained ee ,anaea
e bye, and thank you again, It's pleas- the truth. "But one thing you may be
v, ant to hear the old brogue! I haven't Riad and proud about, Miss Tenter -
g' been in Scotland* since I was a boy, den—right through he never lost grit
but my old mother came frem Cum- nor that fine sense of honor which
/lock, and she spoke its lint° till the
d f h d h . made him, different from the usual
Fifth Avenue." „ :he'll come out on top yet. Prn most
g ; run of men one -Meets., And I'm sure
Ile went out with that, •and Jean frightfully sorry for you. Of course,
r was left with a pleasant sense that I'm only a humble working weman,
somehow life had become enriched, and I know I haven't the right to
g Yet, twenty-four hours before, had, epeak to you like this; but I see your
she been askedshe wouldvelar prob- heart is in your mouth. I've. been
k ably have declined Harry Fordyce's, through a lot, Miss Tenterden—far
m acquaintance! „ Imore than you can have any idea of,
4 Her day was not over yet, nor had. and God forbid that you should ever
- she heard the last of the extraordi- sample my particular brand of suffer -
a nary story with which she had come Ing. I gave away 1i I had to a had
e in touch. !man, and Pm left stranded here, SO
- About four o'clock as she was far from home! Now you, in spite of
1
miss what you 'are, and though you have a
drinking her tea in her office,
Tenterden was announced. Jean world at your feet, can he sure that
sprang up, flushing all over her face, whatever Alan Rankine may be doing,
or what the upshot may -be, he Will
for it was no ordinary happening to
ing," she admitted. "The difficulty
there in quite a friendly manner. of any woman's." .
is to apportion it fairly."
ave such a wee - own figure call e nwo y o your love, nor
"Oh, good afternoon!" she said as Carlotta rose a trifle imstea.dily to
"How long have you been out? You
she hastened to set a chair for the her feet
:sound," he added with a smile, "as if
"Th-ank you, dear. woman—thank
elegant figure in its enveloping seal -I
you might ha.ve left the Broomielaw skin wrap, at the same time thinking You very much! You have suffeied a
yesterday!"
, that she had never seen anything so lot, you say? Have you seen things
"I've been here just on four years.",
a beautiful or fascinating in her life. even up then in hie? Do you think—
"All your people here, I suppose. "How od of you to come, You are do you think this horrible tangle will
told you about me? She was here "Sure thing!" said Jean cheerfully.
"Nene of, them. I live at a board- • • 'le
ever come right.
quite alone? I suppose Mies Rankine
Ing-hOuse on Forty-second Street. It
was there I met Mr. Rankine. A. man
A "God's in His maven--ags right with
he met on the boat broufht _o the "she
yesterday."
did. May I shake hands with' the world." -
house. But, of °curse, e couldn't be
at home in a Forty-second Street you,
you'? I don't know all you have done, fullY," Carlotta went on nervously as
but I'm quite sure, now that I see you, she fumbled with the fastening of her
"He's had to be at home in a lot of
Scot -
queer pieces, I doubt! But he'll do that it is a great deal more than we coat, "because it was through me he
shall ever be able to acknowledge or lost his home and his place in Scot -
all right out West I hope he'll find ))
the
iland. Some day perhaps --some ha
Wiles Dempster, and say 'Thank* "You see .1 feel it all so fright-
boafeling-house!"
repay.
an a mm o. ca ‘N. 0, no!" said Jean confusedly. "1 Pier day—I will W-1 you. And yet—
that he was coming." „ have done just nothing; only spokensa and yet—I would laY down my life
"Hew geed a Yee!' Bea' "ten 'Ile friendly word now and again to Ma. cheerfully for lain; and all I have ac -
Scotch don't leave anything to -- Rankine. Of course I saw at once that complished is to make him a wander -
chance," said Jean with a smile. he was not in the set at the boarding_ er on the face of the earth, and to
I (
house, and that he belonged to a dif- semi him to the uttermost ends."
ferent world from mine. But he was ' "But he'll come back from the u±
Scotch—and lonely—and that was all. termost ends," maintained Jean, and
I should like to have done a.great deal, her kind face positively shone. "Just
more, only, you understand, it was not You wait .and see!"
possible. But won't you sit down? II Her homely speech, the hearty con -
am so pleased to see you, and of fidence with which she spoke, put
course It is a very great honor, and some odd kind of eourage into Car -
and w -rote the words on it, then. pass- I'D never forget it as long as I live." , lotta's troubled heart. .
a it over and rose. Carlotta drew off her gloves and "This morning I thoug t everything
you a a e o, an
House, Air. Fordyce, and see Miss
Rankine?"
"I can't do that. I don't want her
thanks. He'll pay me back. Actually
made me take an I.0.1.7.! And I took
it, too. Here's the address."
He took a card from hie pocket -case
"Well -a suppose our business is at lifted a deprecating hand. was dark, and even iss Rankine,
an and. I'm glad I came. And if I "Don't talk like that. I can't listen! , who is the best friend I have -in the
hear anything of Rankine ring I had to manoeuvre to get to you alone world, could not 'make ine feel any
you up or come out and see you if I
may. Do you do well here?" he asked,
glancing interestedly round the home-
ly little room.
'"I've nothing to complain of. I
work hard, but I am well paid, eaid
my employers trust me."
"Who's at your back?" Is there an
Ackermann?"
this afternoon, Miss Dempster. But better! I even felt that I must get
I felt I must see you without Miss away from her for a avhil f f
.e..., or— or
Rankine. She told me part of what; —well, there are wheels within
you told her yesterday, and I've come wheels."
to hear the rest." 1 "There must be," assented Jean.
She sat down quietly, opened her ,`‘It's the most extraordinary and the
coat, and threw it back so that the 1, most fascinating story I ever heard
delicate white satin lining showed, tell of."
against the cheek winch was quite as I "And nobody knows what the end
"Only Mrs. Ackermann now. She's fain I will be," said Carlotta, with a wan lit -
a widow, and lives at Jersey City." Jean's color fluttered in her face.' tie smile. `' suppose you wonder why
"I see. Well, good day. Pm glad She had had many grey clays in that I should come here and ask all these
I've met you. Perhaps we'll come Broadway office—days in which life questions?"
across one another again. Engaged seemed‘ stale, fiat, and unprofitable; j "I don't won det in the least, , for,
to Margaret Tenterden! No wonder but surely this one recompensed! iyou see, Miss Rankine told me that
he was in a hurry to get quit before "What did she tell you?" she asked,iyou are engaged to her brother."
she saw him! The poor beggar hadn't sitting forward with her eyes fixed I "Engaged?" repeated Carlotta,
even a dress suit left, and very few intently on Carlotta's beautiful face. lbooking straight into ..rean's kind
of the other sort!" Her heart was sore over the relentless' eyes, "I'm his wife. '
• if
"Only one" ,mf in Jean, "because
, fate that had parted Alan Rankine
"Why, jug that he had had very
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hard times here, and that we had bteen THE HAVEN.
too late to see him. Did lie actually The days wore on, gnd March ush-
on.y leave the city last night?" ered in spaing to New York, in a
"Only last night, by the midnight blaze of miexampled splendor. But it
train. I have had Mr. Fordyce here found little reeponse in the hearts of
to -day to confirm. that." ` the -6i-vo women from Scotland, who, I
I "Mr. Fordyce? Oh yes, Judy did with each dawn, hoped for news of the;
mention his name. The man who sent wanderee on whom they had staked
him West, wasn't he?" so many of their hopes.
i "The sarne—ha Scotsman—and an The success of his brief season at
understanding Scotsman too. One the Manhattah. had far surpassed the:
who has painted New York tetty red hopes of Graham Madox. While tully '
more than once., if one is believe aware of his own powers, which h.ad1
elusion to -da that b bl th Madox t k
all one hears. But I came to the con- won him recognition on the other side
was eager o nowleclge that I
pro a y e g -
were lies. He's very straight and he's New York: '
•
eaeasestaanas
•
filiSS Carman ..ozninunes
With the Gulls.
Newton McConnell, the well-known
Canadian cartooniat, made the above
sketch of Buse Carman from life
aboard a Canadian Pacific coastal ves-
sel wahen• ther were crossing together
from Victoria to ,Vanciniver. The 'na-
ture poet' Is a leoer of the great wide
west and spends much of his time in
the Rockies anclanear the Coast. Here
is his poem to the Trail Riders of the
Canadian Roeklet whose annual pow-
wow and ride take, place this month:
Word from the Maccasin Trail.
From the land of the Abinakis---
Thel•ivers and hills of the East—'
An Indian spirit sends greeting as,
To the ireat Trail Riders' feast.
Afoot and. alone with peril •
We went with arrow and bows
Mounted, unarme,d. and jostling,
In safety at ease you go.
Little enough was our learning.
Small was our craft and skilll, -
But we saw the -feet of the morning
Go by—and.oer hearts were still.
We shaped the canoe and the paddle,
We fashioned the snowshoe and
frame,
And the Great Spirit was with us,
As we kindled the council flame.
'You have circled the earth with your
knowledge,
• Your magic is more and more, .
Yet must you heed our wisdora—
The truth of the wilderness lore.
, •
You ride to make good our beginning,
Om' trails to keep clear and extend,
Guarding the aodge and the campfire
In.pea.ce at sundown's and.
So, over all we are tribesmen,
:By theaaw thttailees nnoe awerve--
At home in' the. tent of 'the open,
On call through the Great'Rezerve.
We I* you. the- friendly signal,
We send you our signaon the ,air,
Look East for Our smoke at evening,
And say, "Our brothers are there."
May no foot want for a stirrup,
.
No prayer nor adventure fail,
And the Master Guide go with you,
Is the word from the Mocgasia Trail.
--BLISS CARMAN.
St. •Y.,
July, 1924.
41.
•
She --"Why do' Women find the jack-
knife dive so hard?"
He—"It 'a so hard for a woman to
shut up, I suppose!'
Ways and Means.
•
Mr. Splash—"1-lavc. we paid for our
piano now?" -
Mrs.. Splalsh--"Yes, dear. And, we
only have otie installment left on the
bed." .
Mr, Splash—"Haie we paid for the
gas stove?" .
Mrs. Splaeli—"Yes, dear. Only five
payments, 00.
gest half of the stories about him it was Carlotta who bad conquered
and cables had merely elicited the in-
fonnation that nettling had been Sem
OT heard of Alan Rankine there.'
He had disappeared as completely
as if the earth had swallowed him;
and in her darker moods, Judy in-
clined to the idea of suicide. Carlotta,
more optimistic -because more wise,
I La es cheer
• "I had already refund Graham
Madox three times before •you. and,I
ever met, child," she anawered, ca,:my
enough, though she was hurt both by
the words and by andy's tone,
• "But he can ask you a fourth time!
see it in his eyee !" answered Judy
ruthless:Y. "And nobedy could blame
you jf tp..d him. it
would be just an ideal arrengenesn't!"
(To be continued.)
• te
unhappy too—if I'm. any good at an Judy's- estimefion he was too;
reading faces.' ready to ,acknowledee it Her sharp
sort of :woman people trust instine- portunity of seeing them in one an, ,
'You are wonderful, I thinki The eyes discovered when she ha.c1 the op -I,
tively.. It's one a the greatest gifts other's compaty often, that it was
in the world," said Carlotta,. , other than an artist's pride and affec-
"Oh, no!" cried Jean, shrinking on Madox felt for his beautiful cel -1
back. "How can you say that when league.
you know what your own gifts are? "That mac is in love with you, Car -
I was at the theatre again last night. late," ehe said, tether shortly, onel
I've seen a lot of actresses, most of day. "The simplest Ivy out of the
the great ones here, and some who difficulty would be for you to marry
have wine -with distinguished records him arid be done with it"
from Europe, but I've never see% any- Sometimes poor Judy was sharp of
body like you," ' tongue and bitter a look. But eon-
"Iri what way?" .eidea• her position! A pensioner ore
, "Oh ----the way Yon grip People- You Parlottals bounty, eompelled to Stop
simply lay' hold of them. I don't won -
'dee he couldn't bear to look at you,
• knoveirig you were parted for the tim• e
'being!' • t
"Who are ir`Ou talking abut?' ask-
• ed Carlotta rather sherply.
"Why, Mr. Ratikiiie', of course!
Didn't Miss Ratildte tell yeti he was
in the theatre last night, and that
1 ' direetly he stag you en the gage he
Carlotta's faee blanched.
aingelY IVO- itnd fled?"
teu No.
01
in New York until the end of her
peadon, awithott aetive oeeupation or
object in life, with little to do but
breed; every allowance must be made
for her. Even the most perfect friend-
ship in the *World is bound to feel
Such a strain. -
Carlottate patierice arid loving-
kindnese were infinite,- but at length
idle began to feel sortie fret oC the
spirit
No lettere Come from Alberta,
ThirScar I
'Sepik.
MallY Were. the strange eiglats that
Mieth ,13,eatrlde Orlinahaiv, saw en her
visit to the• land of the head huntersee
tiie Sepik River, in Neweiluinea. Mira
• Grimellaw, says the Wide Werld, is tato
Wenaaa ta7;aiseen•d the Se-
. .pilt;•#143 Wee., to get in end^per-
• ,ImPalnekieretoeget out, for the yeopid.
Are cannibala., Thia- hOw ram des-
eribea their, aeadliaa "scar tattoping":
The` scar tattoonagef the riyer 1.8 one
of the firet thlngseto strike a teaveler's
eye, Everyman of full age is seer -tat- IVse Itrs,lfafk
• tooed ineraieed patteens aeothick 'aee a• • ,aatolc.Ing 'or whim
gime. Gil the point of thehehOulder
Penal'. Gael! hie, bac, shoolders and . !Well"Initg*
the tattooing sometimes heconree a' •
real work of ert resembling a coat of
arms or an elaborate monogeam. Down
the back the tattooing rims in neat .
rowa of scones raised high above the
skin; sometimes it shows a pattern cif
raised dots 'placed at regular interyals,.
A-lways alingst alway,s, -clean, I
neat antebbarply finished.- No Sepik is
co.naitiered to be a man tialita tattotaia
Ing is aone. The men will not aditat I
him to their conferences in the club '
house, the girls, will not marry 'him,
till he has passed this ordeal.
• And it is en ordeal! All throug'h his
boyhood the ,dread of the- tattooing
days .haunte the 'Sepik child. . He
never _allowed- to forget it. Virneever
qu,.a.rrels With him, ,whoev,er is offend-
ed by him, taunts him in 'advance.
"Wait till you are tattooed ---ah! aba
I shall be the-mt.'''. I'll give it to you
then!" And the boy creaks away with -
fear in his- heart. Youths, have been
known to_die under the tattooing,
A day oomes when the old men de-
clare that there ase two or three 'boys
in the village who are growing up fat,
and that it is quite time to tattoo. them,
They a.re es,ught, dragged forword and,
with the whole village Woking on de-
lightedly, flung on the ground and held
down by heavy logs, on the ends of
'which their special enemies, gladly
volunteer to sit: Then the operators
take bamboo knives," -and set to work4
The shrieks of ,the 41..Ctims, rise cease-
lessly, but are drowned by the fierce
beating c.f the village ,drums and the
cries and taunts a the lookers-on. The
work goes ea for hours: At the end
the youths are flung bodily into the
. •
water of the river to wash their
wounds 'clean, and then the sap of a
certain tree is applied as, an antiseptic.
In a d,ay or two red elay is rubbed into
the wounds. For mann weeks the
youths. are shut up in strict seclusion,
lying on their faces and hardly able
to move or eat. Sometimes the ices
of blood kills sairectly- in the actual
tattboing process; sonietimea a deli
-
cats boy dies afterwards,. But moet.
survive, and in nearly all •cases the
soars are astonishingly • clean.' No I •-er
whlte, person thus tar has -been. able
to discover how the 'raised. effect is PLAI.r .taa:GISTER IMPORT-
ANTLY.
Beei 'and kick plaits' form' .a 'NZ;
pleasant deviation from the straight-
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foqe t 'V NW"
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TURNED TOOLATE
. ,
a/a-urine' Renard
• Translated by
'William L. MeTherson
. The old men approaekedliraidlY and
a lifted his hat. .tfis baud trembled. `
"Excuse, me, madame,' he . said'-4"dik
• "Aren't you --aren't Y.Q1.1 'Mlle 14111q0.?,"
"ISIonsieur Camaret!" . a
a The little oltawoman tried to laugh,
ru order to conceal her emotien;
. 4,'And how are things With Yon.
• nadaine'?" '
• "I am not e madame, ,Monsieur."
"Ah!" he eXclairaed. He looked at
!ler and saW that she wag blushing.
' "ft is thirty-iiire years gince we last
..aw each other," he went on. "I am
in my zeventy-second year. And you,
Mademoiselle Lalie? You -are in your
asixty-secona, if I remember rightlY."
;• "You remember my age, laionsrear '
. Camarat I " ,
"I left Clialena-eur-Oise in 1890, in
lie =Atli of 'April" . . .
"I recall it very well, Monsieur Can-
-1 aret, YotIr leaying wa,s . a surprise to
1 everybody, you,see. You stood so well
• with our enThloyees! A model caihiert
. And the 'Dilated C-alaries was a very
'goo'd-house"
Mademoiselle Lane; it was a
,
very' good hoe, I have never found .
so good a one." ', , -
"I Stayed with tie= until last year.
You migat say, all my life." •
"And the ()there who were there in
my time; Isabelle, I,ucienne. altirthe?"'
"Oh! all of them are married! Moth-
ers, grandmothers! Marthe married
M. Fromembert, your successor.' •
• "A, jolly crowd they were the,ni"
Mlle. Lelia nailed sadly. .,
• "Yee; they Were pretty girls."
• "And you -were:" too, Mlle Lalie."
a. "Oh, no, IVfoasieur Camaret, you are
too indite. , You are just, like you al-
ways were., I was never pretty. I am
aware of that. Even in' my youth,
when you knew me, I was not very at-
tractive. I was awkward and con-
strained. .1 lacked confidence and co-
luestry. Those girls often enough
made sport of me!"
"Th it possible?"
"1 clout hold it against them. They
were young; they didn't think; they .
had no pity. S could tell you, Monsieur
Camaret, of many jokes they played on '
me. • They meant no harm, certainly.
"And then one day, Monsieur Came-
ret--ohe day they did something e,Ise
to me. lamy sent me a letter, and
they fond a way to imitate your hand-
• writing." •
"No? Tell nie about it."
, "Yes, Monsieur Camaret. One morn-
ing the postman brought me a letter
•
'written on blue paper. I believed at
first that it came !vim you. It said: ,
" `Mademoiselle, I am too timid to
venture to tell you to your faee whit
nay heart repeates -again enti again,. a
love you madly, If my love does netaal'e
11 displease you do me the faVor io come '
/ this evening to the Promenade.' "
"How. is that, Marlemoiselle Lalie? -
1,
Y, That letter—you knew it by heart!" ,
a "Yes, Meander Camaret, I know it
C by Tmart. That is the right way to
Y I put it. I can tell y-ou so to -day, since
5 we wre old and our lives aro behind us.
° I have keit that I tt ' ay.. may
s I
!not have been genuine, bat it was good
S, to read, all the same."
- "Mademoiselle I,alie!" „
"Por a moment I believed that it
was genuine, And I was so thappy that ,
I felt almost beautiful. BUJ, suddenly:.
lifting my eyes I noticed the caleudar.
. It was .A.prii '1st. Then I uuderstood
that it was only another joke. They
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produced with with such certainty and re-
gularity. It might puzzle any of our
own surgeons te duplicate it.
• lino 'frock...a. Inverted plaits are give
Care of the Canary. • a place on the model pictured_ aboVe
and start at the coliar and reach to
A word of, warning, I am sure, will
be appreciated by my readers, I mean the heinline,'-heing held insaila,ce
those who have an idea, tbat the canary stitching over the hips, and release
to give fulness to the skirt front. Th
must be hung outaide for it torenjoy;
nose areund the corners poor "Dick"
life. Just as soon as the sun shows its new back flare is deftly handled, h
the plait at the centre back. Button
has to take his punishment, and out he ntrike a smart trimming note, whi:
the sseeves are Ion and the neck i
goes to enjoy the sights and outdoor
finashed with a round collar, which i
excitement, but never do we give a.
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Case of sunstroke, and au a bad way,
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often done, early in the morning and Father of Hungary.
4orget all about him for the rest of the Contrary to the general belief, At -
day, and when the afternoon "stin gets we, the Hun, known as "The Scourge
around and tche, epooprsinipttlweacilmop iesalenfa...t egfatGyo;d," was not the founder of Hun-
thore to in fact he was not a Hungarian
his troulales, aud who cares? ' s bet a Hun. Attila swept 'over that Dor-
It you have' an idea that it does the tion of Ilkirope 443 A.D. with a great
cauary good to bang lint cnit, you are horde of mounted warriors armed with
wrong. Keep him Where you can en. bows and arrows and established his
Joy his eortipany and he will be a bet- throne in Szeged.• He had a wooden
ter bird for it. Perhaas your neighbor palace, wooden ahrone, and wooden
or friend hangs the canary out of doors platters ,and drinking cups,. He had'
anti ehe may be glad to know it isn't many musicians. •
Well to do -so. Please pats the word
The real Magyar founder was Arpad,
aiong,---Wellace C. Jones.
......._-___...a.----- who appeared in the tenth cerattey and
who is called "The Father of Ills Coma
alinard's Liniment for Dandruff.
I.:0-.... try." 13y the Magyars he is considered
"Very mach like Washington, to whom
Going Him On, Settee.
. they have erected a lifeedze statue in
"What's wanted over here is husalea,the beautiful park in Budapest.
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auk( the Amerlca,n to his Ella:lel-1,4one --------.-----e
Panion. 'e ' ..' -,. ' ': - . " . The average Angora goet will pro -
(nese about 6 to 9 pounds of mohair„
Just tbena the five brigade dashed
ound the corner ahd flatbed by at a
riffle °peed.
"What's that?:" enqiiired the Ameri-
an.
"Only the district window -cleaning
company working Overtime," was ,the
ool rejoinder. •
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as been fourid in Nortli China.
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Seseion 1926-26' opens oetobar 6,th
For Peorlectu ,1 to 110e:stria
/ would. be there, near the bandstand--
aiarthe, Isabelle and Liicienne--hiding
behind the tseee"
"And that is why you didu't corae-
to the promenade that evening, Ma.
demoiselle Lille?" •
"Yes, fortunately. I ignored the lea
ter. Becauee if I had even spoken of
it I believe I should have burst- into
tears before the others:" .
"But, Mademoiselle Lalle, I svrete
that letter --that Wife letter.'
waited for you until it grew dark, And
if I went away"— -
Mlle. Lalie had turned pale. She
looked at•liee wrinkled hands.
"No, Lie," she said. It was an April
fool. You are very polite, Monadeur
Camaret. But, y'ou see, it would be
much more painful new if I discovered
that I made a mistake. So don't tell
me a fib just to please am."
"I swear it, Lelia!?
"Don't make it hard for me, Mora
sieur Camaret, We are old. It would
be too late. Come it was an Apeil fool.,
wasn't it?" • ,
,Tie fixed on hex his poor, weak"eyee,
to which the tears monnted. Theis.
stiff hands clasped awkwardly-, and,
bending his head, he nimanuredi
"Yes, was:s you
say."
Fataday, Benzine Discoverer.
Michael FaradY, the centenary of
whose diseovery of bansine is being
c•elebrateci in England, took a pride in , assal
using the humbleet apparatus loi• his
eXperimerits, but bealuta been called .-
the prince of experimental philoso-
ean "The Loudon Pot/'
filet galantie battery, for instance, Was
made Oat Of eevea halfpennies, seven
pieces of eine the ,same size, and: P0Vell
pieces of paper soaked in muriate of
soda. And there is at the Royal lie
abittition. his tlast frietiott electric ma -
'
chine teattructed from a ginger -beer
bOttle. Theft% something of a Jellison
In this to tho (scientific yeelatef to-dan
who too readily vitiate theInterest
in-scierice by boylag the 'xittOtt appals
US at the nataeit•