Evening Star Newspaper, January 22, 1928, Page 84

3 THE SUNDAY A RED-HEADED KNIGHT By Frank Swinnerton Masquerading as a Butler in a Strange Place. T was a bright day in July. The sun poured down its heat over the whole of England, but Albert Jones felt that he was getting it all. Alberi—Bert to friends, and *Jones-ah’ to the junior partner at Smerricks-——was resting in the exact center of a moor in Cornwall. About him, for miles, was sturdy wave of purple heather. broken by patches of furze. dy rocks, by sinister darknesses, and carrying. in spite of the sunshine, le air of threat, Threat- ning ~nouzh. ‘for Albert had Jost his The read tha’ had led him into this trackless immensity had disap- peared. And heside Al resting with & collapsed cxhaustion equal to his own, was a bicvcle. upon which he had ridden since morning. upon which he had now been ridine for fou: Gaye, m - pann~d exulinziy for several weeks Oliday!™ rumii @ i mean 1 careful of his aitel the new junior p Emerricks with ! SUaAay T he te ©f bitierness. But, cfught that noge of despondence and lind. “Well, and s he an- himself defia A jolly fine remember it all A voice within vs of my life!” since 9 o'clock “Holi- more since had come to e accent. A tinge Albert He had been cyeld and it was now 4. with the s ai it hottest. There was no shade an where. He was tired and thirsty pz around at the bare hills. the the heather and the endless breadth of the moor, Albert saw the mm of the he broken by tum <hap=s against the languid skv. and. he came back to his own custy boos. B tween him and ths horizon were < of mon He wae anpalled st find some vay across it he mopord b 1t < to b~ a rather bald brow <e Albert was 40, He was in t Tegalia of the trateling cxclist, four days h> had been bockers. a Nor- tweed eap and Perhaps over- eless. as Al- anlv.” You little figure, but ~vou n a rocks. Nevert bert realized, he Jooked migat think Alb-rt an od 2nd vou would not crowd. baca able to defend him to. him wa< a o reddish brown: his e were blue and rather su prisinz'y round: his tiny mustache was his cheeks were almost as red- hrown as s hair: hic nose enciad 1 suddenlv above his musia ‘he. a8 though it had been lurking there to surprise you: his mouth slid quickly and often into a particnlarly cheerful 4 encouraging grin. Albert was not unnopular. He was a good fellow, too. His feiher had died young. and Albert, as scon as he was oid enough to do so. kad gone to work for his mothe{ Presanily hs bsd b2en eaming ennugh to keep them both. ot enough. how- ever to kecp a third. That was why Albart had never married. And now that his mother was dead—for she had dird ‘wo vears azo—he was used lo a solitary life—his cricket on Saturday afisrnoon an orcasicnal s nge-Adng. wisits to & few married friends. tours on his bike. Suddenly Albert sighed. “Wish 1 was—" he jregan. “Ain't # ‘ot!" Suddenly recalling the junior riner, he corrected himself. 1 mean jt'= mest frichtfullv warm. isn't it!” An hour later. Albert was still strug- gliing across the moor: and it secmed tn hum that the hills he had seen in the distance were no nearer than they had been at first. Nevertheless, he had walked beside his bicycle (as a change from riding the poor thing) for ' perhaps another 3 miles when he| caught sight of a little to his right. There was & | very small and barely readsbie—at the edge of the path. Albert gave a sud- den cheer, !uhemnuzloxndai The hair left mugh drawing of & hand. with the in- spinng words, “To Hope, 1 mile.” “Hurray!” MHers's hoping! crackled | Albert, almost falling down at the jov and at his own brilliant jest. | % %% { TH! small stone house was rather unpromising. It gave no sign of | life within. 1 Rap. rap, ran! Albert tarned at the | froni door and rattied at the handle.| Rap rap. rap! The door yielded ab- ruptly, and he found himself start; bark from a large, stout woman with # large white face. who stared at him as if she had been expecting some- body else. “Tea?” queried Albert “Coula you let me ‘ave some? €@rad beat. Cyclin'.” In » dream, thereafter, he followed the woman into & little parior. He had not understood her reply: but he had seen ner open the door, and at her gesture had sat down upon & ner- fectly uncomfortable chair. He waited long but he did not mind, because he presently began to smell food. Albert did pot mind walting. He thought he was waiting for his tea He was: bul for something more, also In reality, although he did not know 4, he was waiting for the most mo- mentous happenings of a lfetime. ¥rom a room quilte near—apparently the yoom &bove—came On seversl oc- carioms the groan of a man in pain “That's my husban »ald the large, #lout woman. as she brought in & tah'ecloth and the tray. “Lumbago, that is He's been ip bed since Mon- @sy with 11, and 1 haven't had any- oAy o go over o Beconton for the dnctor until this morning. because ce. The poor man winningly. | I'm uffering cruelly Bomehody gone for the doctor. vou sax? asged Albert 1 was thinkin' perhaps 1 might feich him I'm goin' on tn Beconton~—1f 1 can find it Got me blke here you Know ‘Tha kindly spoke: said the woman. “There's no need now. Thank vou ail the same. Youre from lon- don. wir?" “Good old London town ' said bert “Bin there. ‘ave you?" Born there 1 came down here 20 years sgo with Mrs Btaples Her maid 1 was Mrs Btaples, at Hope Houe " r head “1 The was b husband thet 1 now nie's her gardenes reitn When we mar- vied. 1} e of the My Jonn wanted me at ‘ome 1 @on't biame him bert Eise sarken him e vieycien comer ome Al- woman maid pore m roltage) Jerked r 4 my ot it interposed Al- | aid Mra apier N However. she didn't i tiere every dsy ere ' his dinner 1 gors oul since her Obdy ehe Gon Just L see ey 3s Miss Winifred | aee lred comes U we me young lsdy And she's not e ier. now Very king W ux they've been. bul living slone. with no man 1 Jook alter them what cen they | Bervants won . sty w far from town There's no village- only three op four wort of shacks ALt there & Mister Blaples? osked Albert. “Beems u 1um go He's peen desd yeurs 11 1 was Misy tred 1 shid g mad 1 should And don't she? ,.wun Albert B will gre the woman *1tere Lisere's 004 Kewhin #he hurried out o )1 ie soom In an Sy etant ahe wer hack Ggein Jaden wnd Aloert el 1o His hosteos walched him & faint emile upon her smonth white foce There war & aslesmen passed he. morning and he promised hed tra doclor. § eapset doctor will w. | fred. but | walter Jaugh | wallresses | meturity come after nightfall. when his work is done. That's what he likes. He dri over and talks to my hus band. ‘Well, John.' an hour. He says gardeners are lij Qoctors—specially in an old garden like Mrs Staples’. They know & lot about disopses. Then he offs back again to Beconton, Dr. Ogilvie, he is_ A hearty man. I thought he'd marry Miss Wini- he never did. 1 think her mother told him he wasn't to. He married somebody in Beconton More . T'm fond of Miss Winifred. ese old tots.” suggested Albert, “are cracked about their children mar- rvin’ My mother was just the same. | But_there was none botter, “Well, Miss Winifre an angel.” said nis hostess. “Just pretends she likes to be lonely and slave to her mother. Even to me.gshe pretends that.™ uh. An aneel. s ed. “An old maid angel. T sv S “Just sweel.” said the woman. em- phatically T envy any man that could make her run away from her ma. He'd never regret i There came & knocking at th “Miss Winifred!™ cried the b Albert heard the opsning door. another voice, a murmur. “He's very bad, M Winifred. Very bad.” Albert cocked an eve over his shoulder. His hostess had drawn the door to. but he could catch a glimpse of her visitor. A small. slim woman of perhaps 33--very tiny. rather fragile. fair. pretty. with a quick. nervous manner “Oh, what can I do?" he heard the stranger say. I don't know what 1 can do. Annie. I've only just had th~ letter. Spoffham must have brouzht it s but it It’s so import Her v dwindled sav he can’t stand® “Dear. dear!” Albert heard his hosis ess club her ton con't see how ho 10 £0 t0 bed. Poor Joh <uffer so. Ni nobody else? know ust w tor. You can't jeave John. can 1 do?” Without knowing that he was going to do so. Albert stepped to the doo “You'll pardon me.” he said hoarsely ‘I can't help hearing that youre in trouble of some kind. I'm on me ‘oli- i My time's me own. Is the sh node door. t for the doc- But what He was looking directly at the young woman. He saw the color come to her checks, saw that she shrank and hosi- tated at his sudden appearance. The brown eyes mel his, abave a siraight nose and a charming little mouth “This gentleman's a stranger. Winifred—" Alber: laughed “I'm no gentleman. Albert Jones, miss. here.” The glance. g Miss Name of Jones I got me bike returned his young woman mered. “I'm afraid it's nothin You see, we've got some visitor: ing, unexpectedly. Theyre — they're rather special visitors. We're not pre- pared for them. We've only one maid. ' I wanted Mr. Grupp to help by waiting at table.” “Table!" cried Albert. “Oh!" It was a long-drawn “Oaoh He laughed again. “Well-—why shouldn't 17" IT WAS AT 9 O°CLOCK THAT SHE ABANDORED EXPECTA- TION OF HER GUESTS AND IN. VITED ALBERT TO SIT DOWN AND SHARE THE SPOILED MEAL WITH HER. “You!" eried the young woman “I mean, I've lost me way!” said Al- bert. “See? 1 got a dark suit in that bag on me bike. I ‘aven’t got a card or a testimonial with me. but 1 give you my word I'm honest, The siver's all rigot. “Oh!" gasped the lady. The color eame and went in her cheeks “What about 117" demanded Albert “I'm not proud!’ 53 AR they walked along together, Al- bert several times glanced at Miss Winifred. and. whenever he did so. he found that she was looking away from him with a suspicious rlumnnt-u in her delicate cheeks, as if she had been caught smiling. “Rather funny” he ventured, “me arriving like this. I mean I was lost ‘Adn't the least notion where I was Tl 1 saw “To Hope, 1 Mile' Well hope's good, fsn't 117 1 mean it costs nothing " “I'm afraid Hope's rather a dinnp- pointment—the village. that 18" said Winifred, smiling outright. “Your coming—and your kindness—ix fortu- nate for us" “It's & funny thing, mis." reflected Albert. “Next tn bein’ an engine- driver, T've mlways wanted to be a butler. Always want to stand behind chairs, and Jay the plates, and fill the glasses and listen Lo all the things that's said “Oh. but you mustnt do that, Mr | Jones!” she cried, in mock horror, The brown eyes twinkled with fun. AL lenst. you must pretend not to listen " But the visitors alwaye like to see the servants smile!” protested Albert I've seen ‘em Lryin' hard 1o make the 1've done it myself—with “I'm sure yowve succeeded. But thet's different.” explained Winifred bubbling with lkughter Now that he saw her in daylight Albert could teli Uit shie vas fully 38, but, vhen she luughed. she lost all the slight weariness that was beginning 1o give her features their settled look of In snother five years, when she might look thin her color went bt there was no sign st this moment | of old-muldishiess Ehe became quite ® child. very appesling o his chivalry Albert's hesrt soltened W her Ul be'nve sl rght’ he sald con- fdently. I bin W banguets, and so- clals— 1 ought 1o be able W, ut my uge L'm 40 Never bin murried Never bin | Empress of Russis m prison Never bin out of work Bul you take jobs so readily | Winitred “You wsk for them, ! Jone: As Lo the ‘M1 Jones' bert. “What you goln front of Uese-—Ahls company o Can't call me “Mr Junes Perhiaps we can yet al caliing you anything?’ suggested Wini- fred Jones 1 think Betier'n’ ‘Albert ' 't 17 Alhert eounds s if vou'd &nnown me since you wes & child, Well, snld ventured Al youre? 1 jected Mr | her spokesma w call me i | without | of course, Iike it Winifrad turned to the right. They came out upon a rather steep. white road. Before them were same gates: and behind the aates was a wide path- way—almest a “drive”— leading to & stone house There was about “Jones. amuced glance “She don't “alf think I'm a caution!" he though demurely to himself. “Weil, that's right enough: I am. Watch me!" Seven o'clock arrived. Albert, dressed in his spick-and-span dark suit. stood back from the table he had so carefully laid. The dining-room was long and s cefling was low. Two lamps of an antique pattern shed delicate light over the table and picked out In beautiful aleams the silver and other polished surfaces. Every detail of the table did him_credit. “There's nothing 1 can't Albert admiringly. “TI'm Smerricks. I tell you w ought to ‘ave bin a butier all my life H> spoke aloud. Then he looked up and saw Winifred, in a plain. old, evening gown of pale green silk, stand- ing in the doorw watching him and smuling at his self-satisfaction. Check ing himself. Albert stood respectfully upright. to show that she was hence- forward to regard him as the butler. 1t all looks beautiful.” said Winifred “Thank you. miss” Albert inclined his head I wish 1 'ad a tail-co: bell rings. would you ing the door, bringing the ladv and a gentleman ¢ have a chauficur, telling ke his ¢ 3 onee they to dn rdon me me you ‘aven’t. Nor anything no reply to his speech Albert. just caught an do!" eried wasted At . me boy, 1 Again Winifred smiled. Then. with- out replving, she went out of the room as she had come, jeaving Albert blink- at her fairness, * ox JIGHT o'clocl Ibert Half- I came: and still “ listened in vain for the ball past 3 ne oclock. His temper rematned good (better than that of the cook. whose dinner was spoiled). but his spirits were depre 1t had ben 200d fun to think of g the butler but the fun had sunk with the pa of time He oxerted himslf t that ha almos mischicion back to Winifred's face "I suppoce they're lo:t. same as me,” i was reglar muddled One bit looks exactly like an- o5 to me. “Theyll have a map.” Wir bri “Which you hada't. Mr. Jones.” * said Albert authorita- tively, “have you ever tried to recognize a plece of land from a map? Its like getting A blind man 0 understand what & rainbow’s like. I once tried to tell an old blind man that. Never again. 1 tried to tell him all sorts of things—stoopid ole man, he was couldn't understand anything. 1 give it up. Well, & man with & map on a moor is just the same. You see what 1 meai, don't you? Quite clearly.” laughed Winifred At the same time, the man who's com- ing s not at all stupld. He's been here before—many vears ago. He's a very old friend.” | “Oh" said Albert thoughtlescly. “An old sweetheart. I ser.” He aid not know what had made him | say that. As scon as he had done so, he knew he had blundered. Winifred flushed deeply. She seemed distyoased Nevertheless, she corrected him com- posedly enough. “No." she ans ered. “Although-- " “I'beg your pardon!" cried Albert hastily. I wasn't thinkin' what 1 w B | do feel a little excited At seelng him." admitted Winifred. “He hasn't been here for 13 s and 8he broke off sharply. For quite n pers coptible space of time she cou'd not speak. When she had recovered com- posure. Youre & very stiange mat | Mr. Jones,” she said, as If she were sur- | prised. “T found mysell speaking (o it T'd known you a long { sain Albert modestly. I dunno what 11t 15, but ole ladies talk to me in the | train, and young fcllers tell me about their pirls, and-—weil. there it 18" it must be that you look k She looked at him re- vely, almost archly “As well as modest, of courss. You are kind." Albert could take a compliment 1 as anyboegy Tm burstin’ as - with {t." he agreed | Winifred laughod outright No- you know what I mean—I'm like that. ‘N credit to me. I don't mean the ole tots to start “But I'm not an ole tot!” she pro- | testod You're a_very nice young lady.” d Albort) “And 1 wish vou e sren e buttle. Breanse 1 o to it The longer T stay ‘ere, M th~ longer T feel it's like my ‘ome can see moself buttlin® here every dav He was warm with enthusinsm He <t energoticnlly. Into Winifre <mile there crept a_ little tremor thy howed that she had been inexpressibly touched You've been splendid!” he cricd It was at 9 o'clock that she aban- ation of her guests and in- to sit down and share the re- uld As th Albort told Winifred his life, and heard her lamations at its distresses: while 'd At last n. 1o tell Albart th'ng about herself and her own We've lived here almost 1 romember.” was away My father thouzh he didn't. T know. deserve it came as far as he could from hs world he knew. My mother is very isitive. and she has never left here I 1 was a child She's told me something ahout my father—he took the it was put on him, for some wicked _thing. Mr. Jones. I've never told anvbody else absut this— “I wouldn't say A word, Miss, breath~d Albert. open-mouthed “I wonder—-1 wonder not ealling me Youre not my Youre my gu She said this with smile that Albert's jump into his mouth “T will, Miss!” cried Albert heroical- ly. “There 1 go aeain I'm awful aren't 17 But go on with what you was--were s ng.” 1 was sayin -~ Her voleed fafled “Oh, 1 meant at that's why I've lived Jhere sinee I was about 15, Its made as lonz as “thouzh I ars S0 winning a heart seemed to me rather dull, I'm afraid. I'd like to travel—" You ought to get a bike, like mine." dyised Alb>rt. “Then we could ge about He stopped. 1 was forget- tng.” he satd What were you forgetting? “Why, 1 live about 300 miles here.” “Oh!" cried Winifred, staring at hin “How horrid!" .. P[HEY both heard stmultancously the sound of wheels upon the graveled path outside th® house. They both tarted to their feet. Winifred held the cdge of the table Her face was in shiadow, but Albert feIt sure that it had from .- ALBERT HEARD A GASP FROM WINIFRED. THE STRANGER LAY QUITE STILI. R Quick as thoy thoir knives and sor glasses, and crammed tham upboard of an old Welsh naken side board against the wall Into the same receptacle he threw their napkins. Be the bell rang he had brought fresh knives and forke The table lay once more spick ani span. as though it had not been used at all. But Winifred, as if tinued to stand alone hy th The bl clanged omino At first glance Albert knew everye thing about the man who stood rather unste in the porch. He was a tallish man. His hana was upon the side of the porch, restinz heavily M| Staplo said strange y. Not drunk. but dangsrously. quarrelsomely near it “Yes, sir This wa with vou, sir?” Al peering into the dusk “Lady? No,” sald the stranger. stepped into the hou. ‘Shuvver outside, sir?” “Chauffeur. Yes. Where's Staples?” “Here 1 am. Bernard." She had come from nowheore and was boside them, small and rather frighiened ‘There was a si T “Winnie?" said the strar in his thick, rather stupid way. “Why, vou've shrunk, Winnje. Let's have a look at you!" He caught at her arm and drew her nto the light. His head was thrown forward. his pursad. There could be no doubt of his intention. Winifred dr back a littie. and the man ughed As she withdrew he followed. | gripping that slender arm Albert {had a glimpse of Winifred's alarmed. appealing face as she strugged to free herse!f. Instinctively his foot shot out and he trod upon the stranger’s nearest foot. Thers was a cry. Winifred was released, and Albert received the| stranger's eltow in his chest i “Your coat. sir?" remarked A'bert coolly. unmoved by a mensring stare. “You trod on my toe!" cried the stranger. “Bez pardon. sir off with vour coat?” | now had the coat firmly in his hands and gently twitched it = Winifred had backed tovard the dining roo “Lost our way after Boconton,” sald Yhe stranger. “You'd like some sunper, Bernard?” This was a new Winifred. She was cold. she frightened “Supper!” cried the stranger. “No. | no. no. I had dinner an hour ago—two hours ago—I don't k We've been lost since, 1 say. Here. follow-—" He | addressed Albert. “Get me a whisky, | will vou Albort’s brows shot autck!y at Winifred, saw her nod turnd to the sideboard The sirang>r at dorm against the edge of the table and stared at Winifred lavghing silently, s if at some wonderful secret Jest S0 this is Winnj=!" he said reflec “Where's your mothar?” never leaves her ht. he took t the sir Miss Shall I ‘elp you asked Albert. He up. He looked room You're alone? turn to <how surpr “Oh, but this is— stranger he smiled stonped “I thought vour wife was comls with you” sald Winifred Alway when Albert looked at her, he saw that appealing glance in his own direction Don't leave me!" ft seemed to sav He did his bsst to reassure her by nods. but his heart was low “My wite? Pooh!" cried the stranger D' you see? I've come to see vou Winnie " He went into a fit of quie laught But his eves followed her movements appreciatively. My wife's lost; d' you see. She's gone. Ref to visit the family of the scoundrel financier. It's you I've come to see, little Winnie. “Your wh said Alber: gently “Eh? Put it down. And, I say—" He jerked his head in the direction ot the door. Albert ignored the instruc- tion. He set down the whisky: but he remained within reach of Winifred The stranger. supposing himself obeved turned to her again Why. Winnie. You're getting to be an old maid. I'll— Are you still there? I told yi 0 clear out. Just cirar out, will you? “No, sir.” said Albert quietly. “What's that?" I'm stayin’ here, sir.” said Albert. I'm lookin' after the lady S "l HE str: »r came threateningi ward Albert, who was dwarfed But Albert did not flinch. He was not even afrald. “You keep them “Keep them D’ you ‘ear me. side of the 'ead.” The stranger sent a sweeping blow that. if it nad caught Albert, ave mown him to the ground. A heard & stified shriek from Winifrea. He stopped i1 time, avoided the blow. and stood ight ‘Get out ommanded the stranger “You first!" cried Albert That showed he had lost his temper When all was over. he admitted: didn't ought to of =aid that to him But this was afterthought. For present, he merely said: “You first' And quick about it.” What followed was a whirl. Alber: could never recollect the details. He only knew that he suddenly was fllod with mad rage. that he grew cold with anger, instead of hot. The stranger came violently toward him and Albert stood his ground There were fisticuffs. One blow bruised Albrt's ear and then grazed his chin but h> had. for all his useless sparring. one beautiful direct hit. A lovely punch upon the stranger's chin sent him right o his feet. Crash! That was how it was done. Albert ooking sharply at his knuckles. saw hat the skin was unbroken. He heard 3 gasp from Winilred. The stranger la ite still 3 . et up!” cried Albert “He's hurt Winifred pressed close “T'll give a drop o' whisky. Some o' this syphon (n his face “Oh. no: 'l be sticky!" Winifred put out a protesting hand. Both were 0o excited to smile at her considerate- neas for the fallen foe. Swiftlv Albert tugged at the lmn body until it lay at full length. He took & napkin. wet it. and slapped it across t ill face. He was tremb now-—with a siight fear. There came a definite sigh of relief when the stranger moved slightly and groaned Oh-o-0h!" s'ghed the stranger. “He's all right " said Albert. He was uite master of the situation. He dit NOW ‘t, but he assumed a master- air He turned to Winifred “Jest >1d that girl in the kitchen down to Annies The doctorll still be there By the time the doctor arrived. Albert had the stranger sittng in a chair and was sponging a wound in the back of his head As he had supposed. the was no danger at all. The wound ™ nothing. and the shock of it had com- letely sobered the visitor. who blinkea Aully about him. forgetful of all tha' had led to the accident. But Albert too" the doctor aside We don't want him staving here Will he be all right to go on® He's got 2 car outside. isky, sir” 1l give you a elip fu Statlies to Heroic John Paul Jones And Count Rumford Planned Abroad BY STERLING HEILIG. PARIS. January 7. 1028 PAUL JONES, “the Father of the American Navy' i» to be honored by a atatue near where he died, in Parls AL the same Ume, & group of Americans wants Lo erect s statue him commanding & point on the Brit- ish const where he maneuvered the frst American warship—and won'! The American Chumber of Commerce of Paris bas his gold medal inscribed in Latin: “The American Congress to Naval Cmdr. John Paul Jones’ Again, Count Rumford, plain Benja- min Thompson, Boston slore-boy be- come great aclentist and Bavarian stalesman, 15 to have his slatue where he lived in Paris, and perhaps i the English Park at Munich, which he founded! They were the frst superromantic Americans, todsy In great public no- tice because of Lhelr stalues ‘They became intimate friends of Ku- ropeun royulty, and even thelr Euros pean murringes were remarkable! B0, from just-published corresponds ence of Catlierine Ui Greal, wo have been learning how John Paul Jones wis furloutly beloved by the famous In fuct, he went on her request then o Parls, wing OHN Husslun vice Thomus Jefferson, 1y L% Few knew Frankiin war that “no wom Jomes,” then Paris by the Duchess of dsughter of Lou Piobahly Jones actuslly marvied the Ae ‘Telison daughter of Louls XV, whom he cheviahed (hrough the Arst hlood- shed of the Prench Revolution and gave pwever, how Benjamin Countess de Houdelot 0 could resist John Panl ws furiously beloved in rieh and dovely girl, ) wreat-grand- ner the house, the present No. 88 rue Vivienne. ‘Thus it was that King Louly XVI sent him cheering messages, in his own 10yl name. during the last ill- liess of our navy's hero There v room for John Paul Jones stitue within sight of the house where he died, in the vue Tournon It Ix u stane’s throw from the French Sena House, I Jones' tmo the Royal ©alac of the Luxembourz To it came La- | fayette to encournge him as did the Duke of Orleans, of the royal family in the name of the girl duchess with | whom he had been such a favorie And now again the “Lite of Gen Horace Porter,” which his daughter has Justpublished. brings Jehn Paul Jones again o public notice, It wua Cen Porter, wa American Ambassador i Paris, who persevered in searching for his remuing and found them after vasl digging. h the cofn with which grute | ful” France buried him He now poses peacefully at the Naval Academy at Annapoli What grand and Rumford! Benjumin Thompson me Count Rumford, was a scientist und statesman celebrated thioughout the world when he dled 0 Paris Harvard University restored his tombstone when, in 1871 1wy shatlered by bombardments of the Parks Commune, adding the fol lowing inaeription Fy the Memory of ipson, Count - Rumford, born in 1153 Wt Concord, near Boston Amer lew), died 2Ist August, 1814, al Auteul) Celelnated as & physieist, an enlight ened philanthropist, his discoveries In Hght and heat made his name Hustel Ous, his lahora to hettar the lot of the poor make him forever dear to the friends of humanity ™ But before he won this aclentifc re- romantic fgures, Jones Benjamin | nown. he, humble Roston store boy and school teacher, went to Europe and fig- ured with romantie brilliancy m voyal courts, almost equal o that of John Paul Jones! The young American handsome fellow and so uble! England, he was early knighted George HI - And such was his pr friendship with British rovalty thal had to obtaln King George'’s personal permission to enter the service of Chiarles Theodore, Elector of Bavarial At the Ravarian court his brilliancy with women equaled his astonishing selence and statesmanship Holding many o fal positions, he rose to be e tually mintster of war and ehtef of the general staff of Bavaria He founded the English Park at Munich wa he had founded the Royal Institue ton of Great Britaln and the Rumford chnit of physies at Harvard! As prefoct of palise i Munteh, Rum- ford arvested 0 beggars on New Year da 1 when Al beggars were b such bheing the great starter of h's law sgninst mendicancy At the same time, he furnished the poor with foo &, shelter and obligatory inducements to work He extablished homes of Industry which soon yieldegd & handsame profit tle was the father ' | A In was such of the modern warkhouse, the founder Lot modern disteties) Rumford, in fact made himsell poor by teaching economy (o others. He practically made the London Foundiing | Hospital and did so much for hospitals i breland that the lovd | Dublin wnd w grand jury of [l tendered Wim (hanks! Theto Ix alveady & monument o Rumford I the beantitul Park of M- | nieh- erected by citizens In appredia- | | tiom of his valuable wae of waste land , in making It © Now it I8 pioposed o Pt his slatie at the other end, mayor ot e metrop Then, after all his brilliancy. comes Count Rumford's last astonishing ad- venture with women' After the death of his friend. the elector, he took up his abode in Paris All his life beloved by boautles, prin- | cexses and ‘perhaps & reigning duchess he fnally found nothing more intel! gent 1o do than marry the widow < the illustrious chemist Lavolsier The result became epochal! He was ‘so roughly handled by the middie-aged widow that he had to appeal to Na- poleon the Great, then reigning, o Protection againat ‘her! “I hope." Fan his petition. “that his malesty the Emperor has too high an opinlon of my taste (o believe me capable of Wishing o pass the rest of my life In the close npanionship of such & wicked woman! He got his separation and devoted he rest of his lfe to oharity Rumtord soup tall Kinds of vegetablesy Pobitar by ita name i Paiis Rame ford chimueys ave still in use. A Paviy street Iy named after him. and Cuvier the naturaliat, pronounced his paneg,vic before the institute His Parls home was the suburban Villa i Auteull where Benjamin ¥rank- tn o courted Mme Helvotius. N ready boars & commemorative wbhlet each for Franklin and Rumford Now he 1s to have his statue as Count Rum tord -~ he, Henjwmin Thompaon, foumer Boaton alove byt And John Pafll Jones. Father ot the American Navy, s (0 have his statue nothe e de Tournon, clwe W the pesent French Senate and the Luvem bouvg State Callery of - painiings where, with other Ameriean works Nang masterpieces of Whistler and Sargent John Paul Jones and Count Rum ford - the two Arst superiomantic Amer- eans. wosult al- ! “Yes. The chauffeur's asleep.” said the doctor. Well, he can be woke up,” Albert. “All right. T take them over to Beconton. It's only 10 miles. Has he been making himself a nuisance?” “1 'ad to knock 'im down.” expiained Albert modestly Smiling. the doctor took blinking stranger by the arm “Come on. my man.” he said. “Well et you into Beconton. Youll b com fortable there stranger smile y friendly tone. saw him ,way. Their sighs of relief were almost audible. Albert. leaving Winifred now for the first time since the inte tion of their meal, went out into Summer night. Even nas : dark. and the stars wev~ thi v clustered in the moasic depths of that soft s Albsrt sheok the of the sleeping cha “Ere,” he said. ‘op it Bmzx them they hal carried ths strang:t car. made him comfortabl the engines of mobiles. The doctor. dri od the way. while the ot lowly they purred away houss and out into the headlighis making extraordinary b nce where shadows. a moment had been desp and un lights were swallowed up by ness: the low sound of t& d. growing fainter and faimne 100, was gone. There remaned 3 the darkness of the beautiful might and ihe sweet silence. Turning. A'bert found that Won'f» was behind him. staring yowa=* a stars. as he had been doin was white in the st t jeves were bright Al sigh that rose to his lps at th that they were thus alone »ut-of-doors. under the stars “Hm. Quite a little bit of ex ment.” he murmured. as if cheerfuilr Still they lingered there in the dark- ness. not spesking Albert began feel rather uncomfortable. He swal- lowed several times at Winifred. but, wha he had such a desire to put his = ms around her and comfort hs: st he was at Jast forced to lrok away a! gether. Becauss A'dert had ve-y Common-gense notions of what was a what was not fitting and s Rad been well brought up Abe. knew his place. It wculd have be quite wreng of him to put his a around a lady—a was a clerk. & working man i {A:I.‘ frx:xhl"n'fl' Winifred sa'd u're not frighten, W you? asked Aldert u\xmus.ufd s answered the Wake * s oe he @ 1 mean he's o Quite safe Yes. quite safe” “1 mean nothig t No It sounded . uld not boar to hear the put out his great hand slender fingers mast convulsively Winifred said. “It's absurd! ve e x persisted Aldert wasn'i-~he didnt ‘xaztly what he was doigg nt know. when they get liks that he Was Wrong at the sta: what made him. 1 mean S rain now. The docto him Oh. T'm net d_Winifred you on that R You know be afraid of * YoU se - Rnow vou see thinkin adout him " I'm ARINg about me” laid Alert troublesome Jump i his A “T'm just an ordinary common. Wace sort of feller. you know s 1T dont boiteve . T!_\'\ were silent pgain. You sse” said A'bert 1 hat ane—-and down he w Yasnt anvihing really. us ugt o L usht him, you see. I mea L~ “You're a bulldog!” laughing adily are’ Here 1 sayt® “A bulldog! 0. but - 1f vou don't mn v AR W% Y0 IERE fo ‘Ave some mere ee me wbaut here Nt rghe that s ,\I;.I:l young lady ke vey - She gave & oy Hs miling ahe ta Hs saw her smiding I'm not so very pretty 20 very voung okrd both st both pretty and voung able child Tanta)ising Compared o me vou are ™ lah \\;;‘H ln'vm“( W A groan at his ewn sell-restraint w it But- what T was sagin Do vou see thy there ™ aha e WA her free hand “Wonderful © satd A'bert What t MEAN 8 1 you il pardon me saving s W AhAt A ety voung lady like vou er f awe ried Winifred “That's what you protested A'bart And T'm v hat mament A lovely. adors he ot hu STAY aver polnting Tve tald you thats = Mred reminded him CEroought 1o have an | ook after her Albert felt hor hand give a Mmoo Then nathing else for a thwe | IC may de s0 he heard her sav. | Presantly ! 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