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THE 3 | Captain’s Double i By LILLIAS CAMPBELL DAVIDSON ; 990000000000 CHAPTER I. faintly and still more faintly repeated Orphaned at Birth. like her own death summons. The s little twin sons had entered in haste ‘George! George! Husband! Oh,| the great house of life only to meet the bullet—the dreadful, dreadful bul- through the folding doors between oms had died down now almost to z It had gone on at intervals ever since yesterday; at first sharp in its delirious raving, then passing slowly away with the fading strength of the poor bereft creature the dreadful shock had struck a blow that it had smitten her out of life. The two wee babies, so soon to be motherless as well as the broken sob. whom 80 bitter fatherless, lay side by side, sleeping placidly in the outer room. The land- lady’s little daughter, herself a nurse- maid home for a few days’ holiday, watched beside them with a fright- ened face, and listened to the slowly sinking moans that sounded now only at intervals from the room within. The stout, highly respectable land- iy. who had been in service herself bygone times, came in on tiptoe, to her lip, and creeped h elaborate caution across the floor. She turned down the covering from two downy heads, so alike that could not have told one from the other, and shook her head, with a mournful,compassion. “Eh, they may poor lambs!” she said, as if y conduct needed excusing on the callous indifference; “they may and their poor dear ma slipping out like a candle in a draught! It isn’t any wonder, to be sure, as she can’t go on trying to live he finger sleep. score of sleep. after what's come to her. But these two poor innocent babies, orphaned almost before they’re born, in a man- ner of speaking—one’s heart does bleed for them, that it does!” “What does the doctor say?” Her daughter's whisper was awestruck. She had not stood so face to face with agedy before in all her fourteen- She was frightened and She ar-old life. excited and curious, all in one. drew up the covering again, as her mother turned away, and patted the two tiny forms under it, with the touch of her trade. “[ don’t need a doctor to tell me! She's been took for death from the very fi She’s going now as fast as she can Hark at that, now!” as the murmur came again—a mere indistinguishable murmur now—after wg interval. “I’d best go in and see if there’s anything I ean do. Don’t you stir from here, Betsy! You know there’s nobody got a minute to spare for those babies in the house. It’s a merey you happened to be home just w you was needed. Neither Mrs. Dibble nor me don’t kaow whether we're on our heads or our heels!” She tiptoed out again into the pas- and the uneasy Betsy was left with her sleeping charges. Yhere was silence now in the inner room, except for the hushed stir of a footstep or the moving of a chair alone now and then. The wails had ceased, the sobs, the whispers. It seemed to Betsy that there was a terror and a mystery settling solemnly down with dusky wings. She stared with round eyes at the folding doors. The uneducated and the thoughtless find a hideous fascination in such mo- ments as these. It had all been so unexpected, so out of the common round of Betsy’s expe- riences in life. Her mother had been so pleased to get the lady lodger, the wife of a military gentleman out in India, and she had counted on having | her as a “let” for the whole summer at lea Mrs. Winstantly, the paie, pretty lady with the sweet smile, was rich, and “a real lady” in the view of Betsy’s class of thirty years ago, fm that she spent money without scru- ple, and did not trouble about the cold meat. They had all discussed her in the kitchen downstairs—Betsy and Betsy’s mother, and the lodging house servant, and the monthly nurse. They knew she had been married seven years and had never before started a nursery; that her husband was a ma- jor out in India, and she had come home because the doctors thought the heat was making a further stay dan- gerous for her. She had come on here to York to go to one of the East } Coast watering places for the bracing of the sea breezes, and then she had been unwell here, and so had stay@1 on. They had all grown to like her in the few weeks she had spent there; six injured. * to respect her indifference as to whether the half-finished remnants of tarts and sweets ever made their ap- pearance again—to compassionate her when the relatives she had expected to come to with horror and pity for her when that awful shock of fatal tidin came. Her husband, Major Winstanley, had been accidentally shot through the head by a friend when they were out tiger-shooting to- gether. Some inconsiderate person telegraphed the terrible news straight to Mrs. Winstanley without prepara- tion. She had screamed out the words that ever since she had mére Wye ek their mother stepping outward across the threshold. One of them seemed for a brief while as if he would have turned to follow her. And now the threshold was over passed and she was setting a hesitating sail from the shore to which there is no return. From within the strangely silent room that looked over to the grey cathedral towers there came a sound that made Betsy’s flesh creep. It was the sound of her mother’s crying, a sound she had not heard since father’s funeral— the tribute of tears, which the poor regard as the due of respect to any death. She sat on, not daring to move, till after a long, long interval she heard the doctor’s step and his subdued voice in the hall. Her mother was creaking down the stairs with him. The front door shut with a decorously softened bang. Betsy sat on, and trembled till the door opened in her room again. “She’s gone, poor dear!” The land- lady flung her apron over her face and wept again. But the tears were more perfunctory this time. She lowered the apron again in a minute. “A death’s cruel thing in apartments,” she said; “it do give them a bad name!” “Where’s Mrs: Dibble?” asked Bet- sy. “Ain’t she coming’ to look after these children? I'll have to be get- tin’ back to my place, mother; you know that as well as I do. Missus only let me have the two days, and Tll be gettin’ into trouble if I don’t get back.” “You just keep quiet!” said her mother, severely. “You might have a little feeling at a time like this! As if I wasn’t upset enough, anyway. Mrs. Dibble—she’s busy enough, doin’ what's got to be done—I’m goin’ to help her. I'll have to go out pres- ently and see the undertaker, and do all that which the doctor left with me. You can walk along with me, and I'll take you back to your place and make things right. It ain’t not to say near dark yet—the days are at their long- est. I'll come and fetch you when Y’m ready for you. You just sit still and mind them orphaned innercents till you’re let go.” The summer day was drawing into twilight gloom, when at last her moth- er,came to set her free. There had been movings to and fro in the other room, low-toned voices and the muf- fled tread of feet. Now Mrs. Dibble, the nurse, came in with Betsy’s mother, looking hot and weary. She sat down on the sofa beside the cradle and fanned herself with a paper she picked up. “You may think it’s been a bad time for me too, ma’am,” she said. Mrs. Dibble was of the Gamp order of that period, and sufficiently unlike one of her trade nowadays. She called the landlady “ma’am,” which ensured favor from her. “Me, that’s so anx- jous about my own poor dear sister as I can’t hardly breathe. By rights I ought to have been with her, only I was engaged here. Her baby come two days ago, and the mercy above knows ho wshe is! I haven’t even had word since the first, and then she was as bad as ean be. I suppose you couldn’t manage if I was just to run there now for a minute? ’Tisn’t but a stone’s throw from here; you can a’most see it from the back winder.” “It can’t be done,” said the landla- dy, with decision. “I’m sorry to dis- oblige, Mrs. Dibble, p&t you see how I’m placed. I’ve got to go out to Brooks and Jenner's, the undertakers, by the doctor’s orders, and I must take my girl here back to her place. I don’t hold with gells running round York streets after evening, as some does. Maria wouldn’t stay alone in the house was it ever so, and she ain’t no good with a baby, no more than one of themselves. Those pre- cious angels hasn’t been looked to, hardly, as it is. I'll get home as fast as I ean, and then you might just nip round to your sister before you gets to your bed. I’m sure it isn’t that I don’t feel for her, if she’s bad and all. Is this her first?” “Her first!” Mrs. Dibble’s tone was one of slightly resentful pride. “Her fifth, poor suffering angel! and every one of ‘em never drew more than a single breath. The doctor told me last time he wouldn’t be held charge- able with what would happen if this one didn’t live. She took on so every time they told her she'd lost it. He said it might kill her if it happened again.” “You don’t tell me?” In the interest of the recital the landlady too sank down upon a seat. “I do hope, then, this isn’t another blow to her. Is the baby like to live?” “A promising child, though weakly,” was Mrs. Dibble’s response. “It hasn’t been him that’s frightened us, like his poor mother has. She’s a_ deal worse this time than ever, and only my other sister there to nuss!” “Well, well,” said the landlady, re- lenting; “I'll make as much haste back as I can. Come on with you, Betsy—you jump round and get your outdoor things on. I'll just pop on my bonnet and be off.” They went away together, and Mrs. Dibble dropped a sigh as she leant back against the hard curved arm of the sofa and realized that ‘she was tired out. She had had an anxious case with a bad end to it; she had had no rest last night nor the night before. She fixed her eyes upon the bit of sky where the fiery glow of the dying sunset still lingered, and she touched the rocker of the cradle with a mechanical foat. The musical clangor of the Minster chimes rang out and shattered the si- lence of the street. As they died away Mrs. Dibble became aware of another sound that they had muffled—a quick, sharp rapping at the kitchen door at the back. “Drat that Maria!” she said to herself, irritably; “why can’t she answer? Where on earth can the hussy be?” The rapping went on more and more importunately. With a stifled anathema Nurse Dibble rose to her feet and went down the passage to the back window. She threw it up and put out her head. The sight be- low checked on her lips the words of expostulation. Her young sister stood at the door, a bundle in her arms. At the sound of the window she looked up and made a hasty gesture of alarm and eager enireaty. Nurse Dibble re- sponded with another of command to- wards the door. The girl shoved the yielding latch and ran in hurriedly. Nurse Dibble forgot her wrath with Maria for leaving the house deserted and empty while she stole out to gos- sip with a neighbor in her consterna- tion and dismay. She met her sister at the stairhead. The girl—she was only about twenty or so—was breathless and terrified. “Oh, Hannah!” she exclaimed, gasp- ing in her haste and eagerness, “for mercy’s sake do look at baby! I’ve brought him round for you to see.” In her relief at hearing that it was not the mother who was in peril, Nurse Dibble took the little bundle in her arms. “Well, I never! You haven't brought that blessed baby over here, have you?” It was all that she found to say. “Gracious mercy! What was I to do? There was Kate sleeping like a child, and I alone in the house with her and the baby, and Tom gone to Harrogate, to camp. When I see him turn all blue like, and roll his little head about, I fair went out of my mind. You know how Kate’s set her heart on this baby, and what the doc- tor said about her bein’ disappointed again. If he isn’t there to put into her arms when she wakes and asks for him, I do believe she’ll just let herself die!” Nurse Dibble believed it too. She shook her head gravely as she un- pinned the shawl. the matter, and tell me what to do “TI thought you’d know what was for it,” said Lizzie, breathlessly. “Mrs. Cope, that was with Kate, has gone home, and I don’t know where she lives. I didn’t know what to do but just to bring it along to you.” (To Be Continued.) They Were All Directors. He was the wag of a merry party in the first-class carriage, and when the ticket collector appeared he leaned back and assumed the expression of a man who owned the line. “Ticket, sir?” The joker nodded. “Ticket.” “How long have you been stationed here, my man? Don’t you know me? I’m Blank, director.” But the ticket collector wasn’t im- pressed. “That's funny,” he said. “So am I— we're all directors about here. I'll ¢ rect ye to the station master, he'll di- rect ye to the bobby, he’ll direct ye to the magistrate, he’ll direct ye ti pay the fine—unless he directs ye to the jail, and—” But the joker directed his hand to his pocket and produced the ticket. No Punishment. A certain crusty sauire in an Eng- lish midland county who had gained unenviable notoriety for harsh deal- ings with his tenants, had a violent al- tercation with a farmer named John- son. About this time a valuable wheat stack of Farmer Johnson’s was de- stroyed by fire, and there were not wanting those who attributed the cause to the squire himself. A few days later the squire, when driving to the market town, met another of his tenants. After a few perfunctory re- marks the tenant said: “Squire, do you know anything about the law?” The squtre smiled satirically. “I ought to, Bates. I’ve been a justice of the peace for thirty years.” “Can a man be punished for think- ing?” queried Bates. “Certainly not.” “Then, Squire, I think you set fire to Johnson’s wheat stack.” Couldn’t Please von Moltke. Count von Moltke, the great Prus- sian general, was a fing chess player, and once wished to try his strength against a famous professional. A match was arranged, but the profes- sional was warned not to be talkative, as Moltke hated people who had a lot to say. Whether Moltke overheard this warning to the professional or not is not told. At any rate, the match came off and the professional was very careful not to utter a word. At last, however, he took the liberty of saying one ominous word, “Mate.” Moitke rose, went to the door, opened it, and before going out turned round and said, “Confounded chatterbox.” Walter’s Composition. Little Walter was told to write a composition containing the word “sel- dom.” He puzzled hard over the prob- lem for some time, but at last he found a solution, and this is what he han¢ed up to his teacher: « “My father owned some horses, but last week he seldom.” SHOWING THE WORLDS ‘PROGRESS Clothespin Basket. Below is illustrated a simple clothes- pin basket, which can be suspended from and adjusted on the clothesline so as to facilitate the operation of hanging or detaching the clothes. The receptacle is made of wire, the handle being pivoted to one side of the bas- ket. The handle has a peculiar shape. The upper portion is bent to form a guard on which is placed a roller. The free end of the handle forms a Look, which fits into the side of the basket. When it is desired to hang out clothes the basket is filled with pins and placed on the line by releasing the handle and introducing the line between the sides of the guard, allow- ing the roller to engage the line and permit the basket to slide freely to all ill = a = = = = = od KT] h i i 1 ] b Slides on Clothesline. any position. By releasing the hook, the handle can be tilted, as indicated in dotted lines, and the basket re- moved and placed on another line. No Other Worlds Like Ours. Are there other worlds like ours? The astronomers say that the solar system is unique in the known uni- verse. Mars is the only other heaven- ly body yet known with conditions approximately adapted to the main- tenance of life such as we know it upon the earth; and it is probable that if a strong, healthy man could be transported to our sister planet sud- denly he would be able to breathe and live there for a time. It has a rare atmosphere, water, snow and ice, day and night, and seasons much like those upon the earth. But it is not | possible to say that man could flourish | on a planet like Mars any more than he can flourish on the peaks of the Himalayas or Andes. Simple Waterproofing Process. A cheap and simple process for waterproofing canvas or duck is as follows: Soft soap is dissolved in hot water and a solution of sulphite of iron (green vitroil or copperas) is added. The sulphuric acid of the copperas combines with the potash of SiG S0aR HERO: tue ton yGxide Ie, BIe | ser “aetiiigniand’ 196 feeusthink sae cipitated with the fatty acid as insol- uble iron soap. This is washed and dried, and mixed with linseed oi] and the mixture is applied to the fabric. The soap prevents the oil from get- ting hard and cracking and at the same time water has no effect on it. Five Tools in One. Artisans and handicraftsmen will find the instrument shown here of more than ordinary interest. It is a com- bination of rule, trysquare, bevel gauge, calipers and dividers, especial- ly useful in laying out work. In con- struction it closely resembles a two- foot rule, but it contains certain fea- tures which can be used in the differ- ent capacities suggested. The two sections of the instrument are con- nected at one end by a pivot head, the latter being circular, and regulated by a clamping lever. The pivot head is graduated, so that the head constitutes a protractor for measuring angles, inches and feet be- | Has Many Uses. ing marked on the rules, which are made of wood edged with binding strips of brass or similar materia]. At the extremities of the rules are small blades, which can be used as calipers when desired. The tool described is evidently very simple in construction and combines the usefulness of the different tools to which reference has been made. Few Airship Accidents. During the past twenty years 2,061 palloon and airship ascents have taken place in Germany and only thirty-six cases of accident have be- fallen the 7,570 persons taking part in them. Consequently one trip in fifty- seven comes to grief, or one aeronaut in 210 meets with an accident. | high. EASY WAY TO WIDEN OLD BARN Plans Shows a Method Any One Can Follow. The accompanying plan shows how an old barn may be widened and the posts spliced. The old barn is 30 feet wide with 16 foot posts. As repaired the barn is 50 feet wide and bas 25 foot posts. It may be any length re- quired. When timber is scarce, the frame can te constructed with 2-inch by 8-inch planks and if properly done would be as good as solid timber, The heavy lines indicate timbers of old barn. Drainage for Foundation. 1. We intend building a barn in the spring and wish to know the best way of draining the foundation. The soil is a black muck with a hard dry subsoil. 2. The building is to be 36 feet by 60 feet, and the wall concrete. What thickness is required? 8. Is it advisable to use cobble stones in the trench level with the ground. 4. How much material will be re- quired? 1. To drain a foundation use tile drains, having tiles laid outside of walls and even the bottom of footings; these will catch any surface or soak- age water from running underneath walls. 2. A cement wall one foot thick with a footing 6 inches thick and two feet wide would be sufficient for building mentioned above. 3. In building concrete walls, use all the stone fillers that can be thoroughly bedded in concrete in the footings and walls, but do not start concrete walls on top of trenches filled with cobble stone, for the water is liable to lay in among the stone and the frost will heave and crack the ~valls. Use the stone in the concrete in the bottom as described above. 4. For a concrete wall for a barn 36 feet by 60 feet by 3 feet by 1 foot, with footings, it will take: Portland cement, 19 barrels; gravel, 22 yards; stone fillers, 6 yards; labor, 4 men 5 days; concrete mixed 8 parts clean gravel to one part cement. Cellar Wall. I wish to build a stone cellar under a two-story log house 26 feet by 18 feet, with stone wall, to be 7 feet What material would be re- quired and what would be the cost? What would be required for concrete wall? For a stone cellar under house 18x would take: Stone, 9% cords; sand, 9% yds.; lime, 50 bushels, For cost of laying see builder in your city. For concrete wall for same one foot thick, it would take: Portland cement, 15% barrels; gravel, 19 yards; stone fillers, 4 yar labor, 4 men four days’ work to build the wall. Footings are not in- cluded in these figures. Concrete footings 6 in. thick, 42 feet wid would take: Cement, 2% gravel, 3 yds.; stone filler: Concrete Blocks. 1. How much cement will be quired for wall of cellar, 12 ft. x 12 ft.. 7 feet high and one foot thick? 2. What is the best way to make concrete blacks 2 ft. x 8 ft. x t2 in.? re- For a concrete cellar wall, 12 ft. x 12 ft. x 7 ft. x 1 ft. thick it will take: Portland cement, 8% barrels; gravel, 10 yards; stone fillers, 3 yards. 2. As this size of concrete block is larger than the average block, made by cement block machines, a good way for you to do is to make your own moulds, with a metal face on mould. A barrel of Portland cement will make about 25 blocks of above size, and would take % of a yard of course sand. Timbers for Stable. I am thinking of building a stable 60 feet by 36 feet, with 16 or 18 foot posts. Would 7 in. by 7 in. be heavy enough for timbers or 6 in. by 6 in. provided sound poplar is used. [ sLould like to have a hip roof to work a hay fork under. How can the frame be built to have the smallest possible amount of posts and beams in the loft but still strong enough for the fork? Main posts should be 10 in. by 10 in.; purline posts 7 in. by 7 in. There should be two posts in each bent, the main ones being 12 in. by i2 in. Care must be taken to have the main beams rather heavy, though purlines may be lighter. Cement Mixed Dry. 1. Is it best to wet the gravel be- fore putting cement with it or shouid both be mixed together dry and water applied afterwards? 2. How much cement will be re- quired for each square yard of wall one foot thick? 1. In mixing concrete, first mix gravel and cement together dry. Then add water and mix again. Cement does not mix thoroughly with wet gravel. 2. One barrel of cement mixed eight parts gravel to one part ce- ment, with stone fillers added, will build 40 cubic-feet of wall. There ts no Rochelle Saits, Alum, LimeorAmmoniain food madewith Calumet Baking | Powder | Compiles with the Pure Food Lawe of all States. Thoughtless Peary. “Don’t you think it time we heard from Peary?” “Why, man, he hasn’t had time to reach the pole yet.” “I know, but I was thinking it was about time we were getting souvenir postals from along the route.” Share Fondness for Fishing. Princess Yolande of Italy, although only four years old, already enters inte the pleasures of her father and mother. The queen has a passion for fishing, which her little girl shares, so that morning after morning this little group of two is to be seen in the park at Racconigi side by side, line in hand, in profound silence. HAD HEART PAINS A Critical Case of Rheumatism Cured By Dr.Williams’ Pink Pills. While Mr. W. 8. Geisel, of No. 125 East Coates street, Moberly, Mo., was steadily working at his trade in a foun- dry at that place, he became the victim of an attack of rheumatism, and his ex- perience is that of thousands who are compelled to work in similar surround- ings. He describes his situation as fol- lows : “‘T had been at work for a long timew in a foundry where I was exposed to dampness. First my feet began to hurt end to swell, then my knees and my shoulder joints began to be affected in the same way. Finally I could not walk without great difficulty and suffering and had to stop work altogether. My appetite was feeble and I grew very pale and weak. I began to have pains about my heart and it fluttered a great deal. I became greatly alarmed about my con- dition. My mother knew about the vir- tues of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills, as they had given her back her health when she was nearly wasting to death, and when she found that they were good for rhen- matism too, she began to give them to me about a month after I was attacked. That was in the early part of March, 1903, and by June they had driven away the pains and swelling and had restored my appetite and color. Then I felt strong enough to take up a line of out- door work and now, in October, I re- | gard myself as entirely well and I am about to go into a foundry again at St. Louis.’”’ Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills also cure other diseases springing from im- pure blood or disordered nerves, such as sciatica, locomotor ataxia, partial paralysis and all forms of weakness in male or female. They may be had at all druggists or directly from the Dr. Williams Medicine Company, Schenec- tady, N.Y. Finnigan Filosofy. Th’ fact thot some min kin sa-ay trut’fully thot they never did anything they wuz asha-amed av is more ava confission thot they hov no sense av sha-am than anything ilse—Judge. Important to Mothers. Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORIA, safe and sure remedy for infants and children, and seo that it Bears the In Use For Over 30 Years, The Kind You Have Always Bought Considerate Boy. Mother—Now, Tommy, how often do you want me to speak to you about that horrid whistle of yours? Tommy—I ain’t partic’lar, ma; suit yourself. Do You Want to Know What You Swallow? There is a growing sentiment in this country in favor of MEDICINES OF KNOWN composition. It is but natural that one should have some interest in the compo- sition of that which he or she is expected to swallow, whether it be food, drink or medicine. Recognizing this growing disposition on the part of the public, and satisfied that the fullest publicity can only add to the well-earned reputation of his medi- cines, Dr. R. V. Pierce, of Buffalo, N. Y., has “taken time by the forelock,” as it were, and is publishing broadcast a list of all the ingredients entering into his leading medicines, the “Golden Medical Discovery” the popular liver invigorator, stomach tonic, blood purifier and heart regulator; also of his ‘Favorite Prescrip- tion” for weak, over-worked, broken- down, nervous and invalid women. This bold and out-spoken movement on the part of Dr. Pierce, has, by showing exactly what his well-known medicines are composed of, completely disarmed all harping critics who have heretofore un- ey attacked them. A little pamphlet as been compiled, from the standard medical authorities of all the several schools of practice, showing the strongest endorsements by leading medical writers of the several ingredients which enter into Dr. Pierce’s medicines. A copy of this little book is mailed free to any one de- siring to learn more concerning the valu- able, native, medicinal plants which enter into the composition of Dr. Pierce’s med- icines. Address Dr. Pierce as above. Dr. Pierce's Pleasant Pellets are tiny, coated anti-bilious gran e snd invigorate Stomacl nt Tavera Teguise constipation. : one ong ogy a: t ; yr two each day for @ laxative and regulator, three or four f active cathartic. Once tried always in favor GIVEN AWAY, in copi $50,000 sr AWA coi ot tent of 000,000 copies a few) Neo bea ago, at $1.50 per copy. $30, 000 worth of these inval ble books. This year we shall give “wer 850,000 worth of them. Will you share in this benefit? If so, send only 21 one-cent stamps to cover cost of, poate Oly = heres in vers, Or tam) for dota bound. Address Te B. V. Pierce, Buffalo, N. Y. a