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THE STORY OF A BLOOD FEUD
BY ANNIE B. SWAN.
'Love given itself and Is not bought?' --Longfellow%
CHAPTER XX'4.—(Con t'd.)
There was a supper after the play
that night and Judy, watching Car-
lotta's quiet, rather abstracted de-
meanor while all the congratulations
'were being showered upon her, loved
her more and more. She believed
now that nothing could spoil her or
cause her to swerve from her ableg-
iancee'to Alan,
The thing amazed her beyond all
power of speech or thought. For Car-
lotta had great gifts. She was richly
dowered both in body and mind, and
Judy's relentless, sisterly eyes had
long discerned that Alan was a very
ordinary man. But happily for the
world, which is largely peopled with
ordinary folk, the ordinary man or
woman is not cheated of loves gifts,
which have naught to do with the
head, but all with the heart.
Judy was glad at last when they
were able to get to bed, in the small
hours of the morning, at the Holland
House.
"What a night it has been," she
said, as she lingered a moment in Car-
•lotta's room "and what a queer place
is New York!"
Carlotta, a little wan now about the
eyes and mouth, smiled a little un-
steadily.
!I never, no never saw anything
like your evasion of the 'interviewers,'
Judy! It is positively great! So
calm, so dignified! Just staring them
through and through as if they did
not exist and hardly obstructed your
view. You discomfited them com-
pletely."
Judy laughed.
"You see they got it into thelr
heads that I was a sort of chaperon
or duenna, or something, and they
might ask me all softs of questions.
Some of them, I fanny, have gone
away thinking you travel about with
a first-class idiot, or a deaf mute!"
"And that is of no consequence!
But I rather think they went off with
a very different opinion—that they
had met their match.am so
tired, body, soul, and spirit) I should
like to go to sleep for days and weeks
and years, and wake up in the old
Clock House bedroom at Ayr and get
up to look out at The Heads in the
morning sun,"
Dont greet, Carlotta! For hea-
ven's sake, don't greet! For I am just
about at the end of my tether," said
Judy confusedly. "Sleep all day to -
marrow if you can, my dear. I'll tell
Mrs. Baddeley on no account to dis-
turb you."
is-turb'you."
Mrs. Baddeley was Carlotta's elder-
ly maid, an acquaintance of old Cam-
bridge days, to whom meeting with
Miss Carryon had brought untold ease
and comfort.
"Good night then, dearest and
best. Oh, Judy, how empty it all is 1
Pray hard—won't you—that to-
morrow may be blight, for I am mort-
ally afraid of to -morrow!"
Judy held her close, and they kissed
one another, almost as two Ionely
children might; and the New York
Which had gone to bed to dream of
Margaret Tenterden, and to awake
to envy her, did not know thatshe
cried herself to steep.
Judy awoke bright and early and
was relieved to hear from Mrs. Bad-
deley that Carlotta still slept.
"Jes' like a child, Miss Rankine!
But she do look white and tired yet.
1 hope she'll sleep on, for I don't see
how she is to keep on with this life if
she don't get her proper rest. It's'
more than flesh and blood can stand."
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"Watch her well, Mrs. Baddeley.
I'm going out as soon as 1 have break-
fasted to explore New York."
As a matter of fact Judy's explora-
tion was confined to the smallest pos-
sible area. A judicious question put
to the waiter in the dining -room soon
put her on the right track for Forty-
second Street.
New York is not a city of great
distances, and those who know their
London are amazed at the ease and
speed with which places can be reach-
ed on foot.
It was a glorious morning, and
thought the temperature was many
degrees lower than anything Judy had
over known on the sheltered Ayrshire
coast, the brilliance of the sun and
some rare quality in the air somehow
communicated a certain buoyancy to
her spirit as she set out on foot to
discover first-hand news of Alan, and
mayhap, meet him face to face. At
the back of her mind there was a
strange feeling of remoteness, which
assured her that the sleeting was not
imrninent as she imagined.
She was interested in the pushing,
eager crowd on Broadway, and won-
dered why they went so late to busi-
ness, not aware that business had be-
gun long before, and that the pushing
habit was characteristic of New York,
where it is everybody's business, ap-
parently to be in a hurry without
any particular reason or object.
When she came to the house of Mrs.
Iseacsteln in Forty-second Street—the
only address Alan had ever given them
—she surveyed it with the keenest
interest, and was, on the whole, not
repelled or disappointed with its ap-
pearance. At least it looked eminent-
ly respectable, if dull.
Her heart beat a little quicker as
she ascended the steps and pulled the
bell. It was answered immediately by
black Sambo, and finding herself at
close quarters with a large and shin-
ing face, Judy stepped back slightly
not yet used to the sight of the alien
race,
"I wish to see Mr. Rankine, please,
if he is in the house."
Sambo, grinning affably, shoot; his
head violently.
"Mister Rankine no here, mom; not
a great while. Come in an' see the
mlgsus—she knows,"
Judy accepted the invitation, aware
that her disappointment was slight
after all! Somehow she had expected
some answer of this kind. Anything
else would have seemed all too easy
and out of the quesion. She followed
Sambo, in his gaily -colored jacket, for
which he only exchanged the white
one when his table duties were over,
and he had to dust and clean silver in
mysterious regions beyond.
He ushered her into the little busi-
ness room, which was very close and
warns from the steam heat, and set-
ting a chair with all the easy courtesy
natural to his race, .he went to find
his mistress.
In the clear light of the morning
Mrs. Isaacstein seemed to look more
than usually Hebraic. Her frock was
very shabby, her lace collar soiled and
a little awry, her jewellery tawdry
and out of place; but her smile was
one of real kindliness and welcome.
"Mr. Rankine, you ask for? Ach,
he haf left us quite awhile. So far
back as last August"
"But you know where he is, sure-
ly?" stammered Judy. "I am from
Scotland, and we have been writing to
him here all these months."
"I don't know his address at this
minnit. And he haf not deep here
for—oh, so long!" she answered, not
aware of his visit to Jean Dempster
on the previous evening, for she her-
self had been spending an evening at
a restaurant with some Jewish
friends. "It is Miss Dempster who
knows all about him,"
"Oh, yes! My brother has told me
about Miss Dempster. Is she in the
house now, and could T see her?"
"She is at business, miss. On Broad-
way, at the Dormer building, fourth
floor. It is not far, you can walk there.
So you are from Scotland, and Mr.
Rankine's sister? You are not so
very like him. Ach, but lie was a beau-
tiful gentleman!"
Judy could not even muster a smile
at this left-hand compliment.
"The Dormer house, Broadway? I
have just come down Broadway. I
suppose I must.,have missed it?"
"No doubt, miss. She does not comp
home to hutch. None of my boarders
do. We meet, a happy family, at
seven each evening, Soma of them
haf been here for years and years!"
Judy, foreseeing the deluge, pre-
pared to beat a hasty retreat.
She was not specially attracted by
left the doorway . she involuntarily
; the house or its chatelaine, and, as she
muttered "
!"
"Poor Alan not aware that
he had reached depths which, by com-
parison, made Mrs. Isaacstein's estab-
, lishment appear like a palace.
Her spirits dashed, but not quench-
ed, Judy proceeded to ioeate the Dor-
ISSUE No. 32-78, r I
wo mothers, mho lost s.oile in the great war,-pertbrmosl the unveiling
ceremony of Leiceiter's War Memorial.
mer building, which she found to -be! Jean nodded.
a skyscraper of quite moderate di -1 "From that ho went to a clerk's
mensions, and ..scending by the ele,,post, poorly paid, and with no pros-
vator to the fourth floor, she discover- ;pects. After that there were other
ed a door with the words Acker- things, but as he left my. particular
mann's School of Stenography print- boarding-house in August, I don't
ed on it, - ,know every step of the way, I hadn't
Pushing it open, she was confronted seen him until last night for nearly
by a smallglass partition with a little two months; certainly not for a con -
window in it, labelled "Inquiries."siderable time before Christmas; and
When she tapped at that a bell -boy!' when I' wrote to him, at Christmas he
quickly came to attend and to take did not answer, though hecalled' at
her name and business. I the house for his Christmas tetters."
"Tell Miss Dempster Mise Rankine "And how did you happen to meet
wishes to see her," said Judy rather him Bast night? Was that accidental?"
curtly, and then stood, while the lad • "It was and it wasn't. You see, the
took away her message. night before last he called at Isaac-
stein's to bid nee good-bye, as he was
going out West."
"To a fresh post of some kind?"
asked Judy, with a glimmer of hope,
though she was much- distressed to
hear that they, had missed him by so
few hours.
"Not exactly a post. A rich Scots-
man has sent hien to his brother's
ranch in Alberta, somewhere beyond
or near Calgary, and he had arranged
to go off by the midnight train. I
had two seats given me for the Man-
hattan, and we went together, as a
and then went out rather hurriedly, sort of ploy for the last time. I sup -
leading the way along the corridor to pose that he ,went direct from the
another door marked "Private." Hold- theatre to the station. Of course it
iag it open, she signed Judy to pass was too late Inc me to go to the Gen -
into a very warm, cheery room, with tral after the theatre came out, though
a Turkish rug 011 the floor, and pretty I was tempted."
office furniture, which a woman's "He didn't write, then, or send you.
hand had arranged •to the best ad- any explanation?"
"None."
"Then what is to be, done now? Did
he give you the address of the Al-
berta ranch?"
Jean shook her head. By this time
she had made up her mind about
Judith Rankine, and her heart was
warming to her. Her eyes were so
true and kind, and her voice, with its
little note of distress and forlorness,
appealed to her mightily.
"He was not a man who talked much
about himself or his affairs," Jean
said. "For instance, he did not tell
me he had a sister."
(To be continued.)
Presently someone spoke to her
from behind, and Judy turned swiftly
to behold a quiet, pleasant -faced wo-
man, not quite young, who bade her
good morning.
"Please come to my room," she said,
• and the Scotch roll in her tongue
somehow oddly comforted Judy's ra-
ther forlorn heart,
"I am sure we ought to shake
hands," she said, "for my brother has
told me about you in his letters."
Jean warmly gripped the small,
slim hand in its perfect -fitting glove,
vantage.
"So you are his sister," she said
abruptly as she closed the door. "When
did you come? And were you by any
chance in the Manhattan Theatre last
night?"
"I was in a corner of the box on.
the first tier, behind the curtain. Did
you see me?"
I didn't, but I wondered whether
11e did."
"Are you speaking of my brother?"
asked Judy, paling slightly.
Jean Dempster nodded.
"I am. He was in the theatre last
night along with me—but it is a long
story! Won't you sit down and uncle
your furs? You have noticed, I don't
I doubt, how hot all the houses are in
New York, and we have to be careful
about wraps,"
She spoke quite steadily and casu-
ally, but the ce or had risen in her
cheeks, and quite evidently she was
a little agitated, even excited.
"In a box, were you? Then I don't
;see how he could have seen you," she
went on. ".1 am sure he did not look
that way, and if you were sitting with
your back to the circle, your face
(would not be seen."
"But why are you saying all this?"
'asked Judy. "What happened?"
I
"The curtain had just gone up, and
we were intensely interested—both of
us. It was the moment when Margar-
et Tenterden—the wife, you know—
comes on in her evening frock with
that lovely velvet coat on. Every wo-
man's eyes were glued to it at once,
Suddenly I heard him say `Good God l'•
and the next moment he was gone!"
"Out of the theatre!" cried Judy,
with a little gasp. "But, of course,
you know where he is?"
"Yes, at this moment he is on a
West -bound . train—let me see—some-
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On the glorious fifteenth, Junior
came mute his filth year, and the day
was planned '10 be a notable event. In
his life. One of the signs of his ap-
proaching manhood wee that his moth-
er gave 11im the necessary raoney, and
he w.as to go to the drug store all by
himself and order his first lee cream
soda.
Of course, during his previous years,
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Time -Piece.
Caught, caught is the wild cuckoo
That- sang among the owel's;
They have prisoeed hint In a dark
prison '• '
To count them the hours.
Between the dawn and the dim even-
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Twelve songs must he sing,
That men may reckon the day's pass-
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And the passing of -spring.
O they have shattered the sweet April
And slain the heart of May,
Becauee they have stolen the wild
cuckoo
To tell the time of day.
And wearily sings the wild cuckoo,
Wearily sings he now,
Because his heart would cease from
singing
And his throat knows not how.
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How Time Files.
It was almost time for the street car
that daily carried the breadwinner and
head of the Tuttle family to his office,
and the morning .paper was not in !te
customary place on the front porch.
1 Stamping back into the dining room,
a' stern look 1n his eye, Mr.Tuttle de-
: nianded:
"Did any of you see the morning
paper?"
Everyone denied having seen it, and
were busily engaged in searching for
the missing paper, when the laughter,
struck with a sudden inspiration, ex-
claimed: "Oh, 1'll bot that's what i
used to wrap up the ftdge Bert took
home last night!"
The eggs of the West African
ostrich average nearly three and a
half pounds in weight.
I - After he had finished, he looked ,
They Won't Last, around quickly before dashing a tear,
"Bankers say the new dollar bills from his eye. Then he picked up the
won't last." - straw and approached the cashier.
1 "I found that was just the trouble "Lady," he choked, "I bent the little
with the old ones." svelter.; what is it worth?"
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Heritage.
, My mother's great-grandmother
' A lass Pram Devon cane;
' Her little body is dust so long
I've night .forgotten her name.
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Her wistful legend and
Tell me everythink!" said Judy
faintly, as she sank down on the edge
01 the chair, her eyes cleaving to Jean
Dempster's face.
Jean regarded her steadily for a
moment, as if seeking to gauge her
depths, and so arrive at some decision'
regarding how much she should ort
could tell her. She sat down in her
own armchair before the desk, and
asked quietly: 1
"I suppose you know that your
brother has had a pretty hard time in
New York?" -
"Wo have gathered that he has not'
had the success he expected," answer-
ed Judy, rather painfully, for it cost
her something to sit there, opposite
this plain working Scotswoman, and
hear her discuss Alan so casually—as
it seemed to her.
"Six months is hardly long enough
to achieve success—at least honestly—
anywhere," said Jean in the same
steady, quiet voice. "And your bro-
ther did not get in with the right land
of people."
"He had several introductions.
Some of them quite good, we thought."
"They were of no use at all, Ho
did not even get a simple suggestion -
froni them."
"Then tel! are what he has actually
been doing, will you?"
"He has tried a good many things.
He had a secretarial post for'. a few
weeks, but the Syndicate burst up.
They took him because they said he
looked likeD Duke, r
n ttl and would impress
callers. That wasuite
q good while
itlasted—"
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How always at the 0i1 -miner's flood
Her laughter broke to tears;
!She'd blunder with her baking,
Her stitches run uneven;
She'd droop above her churn and sigh,
"Aherne, it'•s June in Devon!"
"That wee. at the 'very beginning,
of course, when he wrote in such good
spirits?" suggested Judy. •
It made a family byword
Long after she was dead;
"As fine as June in Devonshire,"
Her chiid•ren's children said.
Across the world I journeyed
One year, as Slt1111101' came,
And stumbled on her little heart
Who had forgotten her name.
And found beyond refuting :•
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What made that crooked seam,
What burned the his -cults- in their
prime,
And .spoiled the mellow cream. -
0 little great-grandmother,
The dream that bound your brow
Has touched my own unwitting eyes
It's June -in Devon now.
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WHY FLOWERS
COLOR THEMSELVES
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All living creatures -color thenrselves'
to escape detection by enemies.: Even
the trees try to hide their trunks by
6enerall3' assuming tints. Weeds and
grasses which mad. dose not like to
have an his well -kept lawn disguiee
theneelvee as grasses an'd creel/ slyly
underneath the the f cal graeses.
Everything tries to hide, and so
comes the question: Why the very
gaudy colons of tropical birds? Be--
eaurae they array themselves so as to-
oscape dangers. Their startling colors
aro made to - attract the attention of
insects. They actually try to make
their 'plumage holt like the finest of
blossoms. -
F'rowers array themselves In beautt
ful time to lure insects.- Not only that,
but they make the sweetest kind of
honey for the sante purpose ----all this
beoause life devotes itself to inareas-
ins its owsi family. Tho beautiful
flower makes thehoney, not to please
himself, but to please the bees and
turn 1115133 into slaves to do that part of
the work which be cannot do because
he stands rooted to the ground.
The flower must depend upon the
winds and insects to carry his eggs to
some -other plant so that the two eggs
can inorasse and multiply, Pollen, so
these eggs are called, not real eggs,
but Just exactly the same as eggs, male
and female.. Some few plants bear
both sexoa.
Man, great as, he ,thinks himself,
could not devise a better scheme than
the flowers have invented through mil-
lions of generations.
The flower has made itself beautiful
to attract and hold the eye of the bee,
who has learned that these pretty
things have the sweets which are the
chief things in his life. These sweets
are furnished by the flower which is
clever enough to grow the neotar deep
inside where the blossom narrows
down from who absurdly wide entrance.
This isnotaccid'ntal, it is cleverly
thought out. -r
To get the nectar the Insect must
shove and push himself, and even
squeeze his own tread and body into a
epee° that is so small as to be uncom-
fortable. This Is the Big Idea- of the
flower, which has. scattered its eggs all
around the entrance so that the insect
cannot steal the nectar without getting
eggs all over himself. These eggs he
carries to the next blossom, where
some are sure to be scraped off and
left as ho gets a new load from the
second blossom, and so on from flower
to flower, leaving the male eggs here
and female eggs there.
One of the most interesting things in
bee life 1s to watch bees work their
way into the narrow treasury where
the nectar Is kept. It Is not an easy
labor for the bee. Stand near flowers
where bees are busy and watch the
operation closely.
You can see the bee alight on the
blossom and take a look inside to see
whether be is too late or just on time.
If no other fueeet has 'been there first,
he pokes his Heed out of sight while he
sips the nectar. You can see hint
struggle a,, lie puehec his body into the
narrow part, When he backs out he
sometimes stops for a few seconds to
pat on 1118 trips the waicy stuff the Row-
er has provided for just such a pur-
pose.
Frequently, and especially while the
Slut combs are being made f" the hives
the bees gather large quantities of this
wavy material. They pat it on their
hips until the hips are so large as to-
le very much out of proportion.
Watch the bees working among the
flowers; use a -barge magnifying glossa,
and you will see a moving picture that
will surprise you,
But those gaudy'birde? The story is
soon told. told. They disguise themselves
so that while they arehuntingthe in-
sects among the flowers they are al-
most indintinguishable because they
loop lute flower's and fit the scenery.
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A Shortened Life.
A man. travelling in Maine met a
meddle -aged farmer who said hie fath-
er, ninety year's old, wa'ts still on the
ftlrin where he was born, '
"Ninety years old; eh?"
"Yep, pop is -close to ninety."
"Is his health good?"
" 'Taint mall now. He's been com-
plainin' for a few months back."
"What's' the matter with him ?" asdc
ed the traveller:
"I dunno; sometimes I think farniin'
don't agree with him,"
Not Quito Far. Enough. '
Pat had injured himself at his wcrk. -
He was a bricklayer's laborer, and
whilst handing' up a hod full of bricks
he•had the misfortunefall from the -
scaffolding.
Happily, however, he was not Bruch
the worse for his fall, and a fe3w days
later recounted the affair to some of
his friends. -
"Yes, and did ell your sine flash
through your mind -as ye fell, Pat?"
"Begorna," answered Pat, "I said
thirty feet, not thirty mottos!"
He Ccaldn't Smile.
Jack had been Lo have his photo-
graph taken. When he got the :p1'oofs
he showed them to his pea, Sandy, who
coked at them in silenoe for a nlo-
"Dtnna ye like it?" asltod Jock anxi-
'Ay! But it seems- a petty ye coup!
n't bee' smiled when the mon was tak-
in'•ye," replied Sandy slowly.
"A.y, 1110n," said Jock sadly: "but
How could I when they photies were
costing mo twel' sledllins the dizzen?'!