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CHAPTER Xill. Dinner at Nutwood. “Then, with such an inducement,” said Winstanley, gravely, “I shall end my shooting early in the day. I am devoted to chestnuts. Since you are rash enough to tell me there are any going, you mustn’t blame me for the result.” Her eyes danced demurely, and he thought the little dimple in her chin the most delightful thing he had ever beheld. He was so rapt in contempla- tion of it that he started when the ad- miral’s shot addressed him. “Now, then, Winstanley, if you're ready, the dogs are, and we’d better make a start.” Winstanley shot but poorly that day. The baron did far better, to his joy. He earned the commendation of the keepers as “a straight shot for a fur- riner, thoagh a bit ’asty and rash.” He was so enraptured by his first day among English partridges tbat he half forgot the commission he had in hand. He was the kind of tool that can be worked by a strong hand over it, but is useless when left to act by itself. The chief had not chosen with his usual discretion when he took him for such fine work. Winstanley and he were seldom to- end then there was no chance gether, for speech. At lunch he was so bent on relating exploits to Mrs. Shut- Ulewaite and Ursula, both of whom lis- tened with polite interest to his story, that he did not even attempt to make his attack upon her. When he came in to tee with the admiral, at the wan- ing of the gray afternoon light, Win- stanley was unaccountably missing, and they both speculated where he might be. It was only: when they came past the fire-lit windows of the drawing room, where the red flame flung a flood on wall and ceiling, that their wonder was put to rest. There sat the missing man, on the bearskin hearthrug, scorching his face and burning his fingers with infinite zest. He picked up chestnuts from the em- bers and dropped them in haste again, shaking his hand with a rueful an- guish, while Miss Hamilton laughed by side. They were both as merry ; happy as two children in the and Mrs. Sautilewaite looked m behind the petticoat she was knitting in mild complacency. “Halloa! What’s come to you?” asked the admiral, as he fussed into the room behind his other guest. “We Jost you over the brow of the hill and thought you'd strayed. What is all this? Dropped anything into the fire, my dear, eh? Get the tongs to pull it out. Don’t let Winstanley burn his fingers; that’s a ridiculous thing to do. “He likes it,” said Ursula, demurely. Or, at least, he says he does.” “And I do, too! I adore it!” cried the baron, hastening forward. “Let me also burn mine.” “By all means,” said Winstanley, getting up and ostentatiously yielding his place. “You're just in the nick of Miss Hamilton has done You can burn your fingers to the top of your wishes— can’t he, Mrs. Shuttlewaite? Mean- while, Miss Hamilton is going to pour out the tea for us and I’m going to carry it round.” He had undoubtedly a detestible way with him, this general’s aide-de- camp. He carried the world as if it belonged to him, and he was like a wall of adamant before one, whichever way one turned. The baron found his chestnut roasting pall when he was left to enjoy it alone. He left the hearthrug and came over to the low chair beside the tea tray as soon as he decently could. Winstanley had perforce to go and talk to his hostess, since the baron would not. He listened with a divid- ed attention to her harmless talk about missions and the new church they were building in Southsea. He was awere of answering with some absent- mindedness, and of trying to catch Ursula’s words as she spoke to the baron. That self-satisfied person thought he was making excellent headway in the good graces of Miss Hamiltop. Ske was quite a typical English girl, unlike what one found anywhere else he told himself. So simple, and yet so self-possessed; not an ingenue, yet not a woman of the world. She had none of the affecta- tions and the wiles that he was used to in femininity. She looked at him with clear, direct eyes, that had no side glances in them, and no hidden depths. She was almost disconcerting in her directness, like a lady-like boy. But when she came down to dinner presently, in the soft, pale heliotrope and silver frock that had replaced the shooting skirt, he found her adorable. She looked like the woman he was used to, in the soft grace of her move- ments and the dainty charm of her ways. Like them, yet possessing something that they did not possess, a freshness, an unconsciousness that was the final attraction of all. Hi grudged his trivial rank which gave time, then; all she wants. THE__ Captain’s Double By LILLIAS CAMPBELL DAVIDSON him to his hostess, while his - host walked in with Miss Hamilton on his arm; he would rather have been Win- stanley, to sit beside her and share half her talk. It was after the ladies had with- drawn that he counted on his oppor- tunity. A fourth guest had arrived, after the soup was served—a neigh- boring curate, full of apologies for be- ing late. Him the admiral engaged in earnest conversation over the port and claret, and the baron moved his chair close to that of Winstanley and re- newed his attack. It proved more hopeless than in the morning. Winstanley was getting dis- tinectly bored by him. He thought him an impertinent, prying little beggar, who asked too personal questions. At an offer from the baron to visit him at Government house, he administered a distinct snub. It was directly after that the baron got up and left the ta- ble, and Winstanley, rising to follow, was stopped by his host. . “Sit down! Sit down! I want you to stay and keep us company. Maule- verer came late, and he’s been hurried through his dinner too fast, anyway. We'll join the ladies in good time; there’s no hurry. That Italian fellow —or is he a Frenchman?—he’s gone in, so they won’t feel neglected. A queer little fellow, though a straight shot. You know all about him, of course, or you wouldn’t have stood sponsor for him?” “I beg your pardon,” said Winstan- ley, with some pardonable irritation, “TI did nothing of the sort. I think you were the one, sir, if I am not mistak- en, wao introduced him first.” “Ah, perhaps it may be. I forget how it was. Anyway, I don’t know that I’m greatly taken with him, now that he’s here. What do you think of him yourself, putting aside the fact that he’s a foreigner? That, of course, he can’t help; it’s hardly fair to throw it in his teeth.” “If you ask me,” responded Win- stanley, goaded by the fancy that the baron was at that moment sitting by the side of Ursula and turning over the leaves for her as she sang, “I don’t think much of him. A bounder, rath- er, it’s my impression. I don’t want to be unduly hard.” . “Tut, tut!” said the admiral, remon- stratingly. “I think you are a bit se- vere. Of course, one must allow for the fact that these Italians and Ger- mans and the rest don’t go to Eton and Oxford; their traditions and bring- ing up are different from ours. Take this man, for instance, and one might fancy he wasn’t quite in Debritt, cer- tainly. But, afte rall, any one who can bring down his twelve brace in the Cay isn’t to be despised, whatever his disadvantages may have been.” Winstanley only smiled a little grim- ly, while the curate hesitatingly re- marked that one could not help notic- ing how in all those countries where papal rule prevailed people were a couple of centuries still behind the world. “Ono thing goes against your argu- ment, padre,” said the admiral, with a faint chuckle. “This fellow doesn’t seem to have been behindhand in get- ting back to the ladies. You'd better follow him up, Winstanley, if you don’t want to find yourself left.” Winstanley waited for no further bidding. He crossed the hall and opened the door of the drawing room. His quick eye lit on Ursula and the baron, standing together near the win- dow, in a conversation which seemed to be somewhat eager on his side and reluctant on hers, if one could judge from the first cursory glance. Taxona had found the ladies finish- ing their coffee, and Mrs. Shuttlewaite liked a little interval of repose after that, before she exerted herself to en- ; tertain her guests. She half closed her eyes and folded her hands in plac- id calm, with a smile at the young pepole which intimated that she did not intend to be disturbed. Nothing loth, the baron followed Uisula to the farther end of the room. She began to point out some Chinese curios to him, but -he displayed scanty atten- tion. “That is a very confidential position Capt. Winstanley has here,” he began. “Very trusted he must be, and highly thought of by the gereral.” Ursula wag a little surprised at the suddenness of the eulogy, but she was as much gratified as any woman would be to hear the praises of a man in whom she took a special interest, so she bent an encouraging ear. “I sup- pose he is much trusted and liked at Government house—yes, certainly. I think Capt. Winstanley is a very pop- ular A. D. C.” “Oh, not only popular, the Eeneral no doubt trusts him with private mat- ters. Now, for instance, there are those who say that he is, if course, in the secret of this new discovery the general has made. But others, they are envious of his good favor, they laugh at such an idea, and say that, of course, that would be absurd. They pretend to make little of him, and will not believe that he is considered worthy of trust.” A slightly indignant tinge of color rose in Ursula’s cheek. | baron saw it with an observant nd, but she could nat: was silly to help being stung by such;a suggestion, as he had meant her to be. who knew Capt. make such a reflection. Of course, he’ has every confidence placed in him.” “Even no doubt to the extent of this'the answer of the young lady at. the new discovery?” She gave an impatient little move- ment. all. I mean that, of course, he has a confidential position at Government house from old friendship, quite apart from his official one.” “Ah, precisely! And he tells you all about it, probably?” There was something in the werds and the man- ner that offended Ursula. She stiff- ened slightly as she answered: “Capt, Winstanley and I are friends.” “Exactly! That is what I mean You would like to prove to these de- tractors of his that he is in a better position with those above him than they will admit. It is easy; find out from him if he is not in this secret they speak about. Ask him if he is not the general’s confident. Perhaps he will even tell you something about it that the rest of the world does not know. That would make you able to set them all right whe nthey say these things against him—it would be a tri- umph for his friends.” Ursula’s color was still higher as she turned and looked at him with a dignified surprise. “I don’t think I un- derstand you,” she said, coldly. “You cannot mean what you seem to. You cannot be suggesting that I should pry into Capt. Winstanley’s private affairs?” He shrugged his shoulders and open- ed his hands with a gesture of depre- cation. “Ah, the gallant captain would not mind from you.” The tone, the manner, the words were all offensive, whether he meant it or not. Ursula gave him a glance of indignation and turned away. It was as she turned and he started after her with another murmured something below his breath, that Win- stanley came in. He saw. Ursula’s movement of recoil and the half-tamil- iar smile of the baron. It struck him instantly that the fellow had had too much champagre. It was, in fact, the wine that had loosed his tongue, as he had counted on its doing for Winstan- ley. He had blundered clumsily, it is ‘| true, but he would never have been so dense with a cool head—it was the ad- miral’s port that had done it. Win- stanley grasped the situation in a flash. (To Be Continued.) The Young Idea. A young woman who teaches a class in a Jersey City Sunday school was recently talking to her pupils relative to the desirability of increasing its membership. When she invited the co-operation to that end of the several members, the youngster nearest her shook his head dubiously. “T might git one boy in our neigh- ‘borhood to come,” he explained, “but all the rest kin lick me.” Richard’s Reasoning. Richard startled his mother, one day, by asking: “How does it come that Ned’s papa is Mr. Artman through the week and Jesus on Sunday?” “Why, Richard, he is always Mr. Artman. He isn’t Jesus.” “Yes, he is. On Sundays we sing ‘Give your pennies all to Jesus,’ and then Mr, Artman comes ‘round and gets ’em.” Champagne and Conversation. The genial flow of conversation which follows the circulation of the champagne at the dinner table is due, according to Prof. Sterling, not to stimulation, but to the paralysis of the inhibitory centers, those cerebral brakes which prevent our tongues and our emotions from running away with us. No Horns Necessary. Gunner—I wonder why nature de- veloped the sense of smell so much stronger in animals than in man? \ wages a man had the scent of a jeer. Guyer—It would be great. Then he could jump when he dectedted the scent of gasoline two miles away. Poor Judgment. The advertising manager was in @ towering rage. “What’s the trouble?” they asked. “Why, they went and placed our prima denna’s testimonial for a cold cure on the same page with the an- nouncement that she had a sore throat and couldn’t sing.” Preferred Numbers. “How will you have your aig cook- ed?” asked the waiter. ¥ “My what?” “T said, how will you have your aig cooked?” “Young lady,” said the customer, you speak in a singular fashion. Can’t you make it plural?” Not Inconsistent. Nell—You don’t mean to say you're going to marry bim? Belle—Yes. Nell—The idea! Why, you said you wouldn’t marry him if he were the last man on earth. Belle (snappily)—Well,. my gra- cious! he isn’t, is he? } What He Wanted. t No one with an answer that had given to one Winstanley could of tis questions.. 1 “I know nothing about that at young lady had a place where she {| down, a two-weeks’ “cluttering up” of Mrs. McCall—So you like to go to} dinner at your grandmother's, eh? Willie—Yes’m. ways sure to get enough to eat there, al} pay day so long to come around? The Favorite’s Chances. ; Senator La Follette was» displeased “That is a most unsatisfactory an- swer,” he said. “It tells no more than races. “The races were crowded. The could see well, but her escort, from his place, coulé see nothing. “And, at the most exciting point of the principal race, the young man cried excitingly: “‘Can you see if the favorite’s in front?’ “Tt’s in front at one end,’ the young lady replied, ‘but I can’t tell whicb end it is.’” BUYING PAINT. Springtime—after the weather has become well settled—is painting time. There is no dust flying, no insects are in the air at that time ready to commit suicide by suffocation in the coat of fresh paint. The atmospheric conditions are also favorable at that season for proper drying and increased life of the paint. It should be a habit with every prop- erty owner every spring to. look over his buildings, etc., and see if they need repainting; not merely to see if they “will go another year,” but whether the time has not come for putting in the proverbial “stitch in time” whicb shall eventually “save nine.” For one coat of paint applied just a little be- fore it is actually needed will often save most of the paint on the building by preventing it from letting go and causing endless trouble and expense. Paint lets go because linseed oil which is the “cement” that holds ali good. paint together, gradually decays or oxidizes, just as iron exposed ta air and dampness will slowly decay or oxidize. The water and oxygen in the air are the cause of the trouble in both cases, and the only reason, outside of its beautifying effect, that we apply paint to wood or iron is because we want to keep water and air away from them. Live paint, that is'paint in which the linseed oil is still oily, does this very effectually; but dead paint, that is paint in which the oil is no longer oily, is no more impervious to air and water than a single thickness of cheesecloth would be. If then we apply a fresh coat of oily paint before the old paint is dead, the oil from the new coat will penetrate the old coat, and the whole coating will once more become alive; and this method of'ren- ovation may go on indefinitely. This explains why it is better econ- omy to repaint a little before it be comes absolutely necessary than a little after. When the paint is once dead the fresh coat will pull the whole coating off. In the days when repainting meant a general turning of things upside the place with kegs, cans and pails, a lot of inflammable and ill-smelling materials standing around, etc., the dread of painting time was natural So was the dread of soap-making time of shirt-making time, of candle-mould ing time and the like. But we live in! ap age when soap comes from the store better and cheaper than we can make it, when shirts are sold ready made for less than we can buy the materials, when we can burn coal oi! or gas cheaper than we can make tal. low candles, and when all we have tc do whepv we want to repaint is to pick out our colors from the card at the store and pay the painter for putting on the paint. When it comes to picking out the paint it ig not’ necessary that one should be a paint chemist, any more than one should be an oil chemist when buying kerosene, or a depart- ment store buyer when selecting shirts, or a soap chemist when buying soap. All that is necessary to insure a fair show is some knowledge of the character of our paint dealer and the reputation and standing of the maker of the paint offered. Nor must one expect to buy a pure linseed oil paint for the price of linseed oil alone. It can be taken for granted when any one offers to sell dollar bills at a dis: count, he is baiting a hook for “suck. ers.” So it can be taken for granted when anyone—whether mail order house, paint manufacturer or dealer— offers paint’ too cheap, he is bidding for the trade of “suckers,” no matter what his promises. But paints sold in responsible stores under the brands of reputable manu- facturers are all good products, differ. ing from one another in the less im. portant matter of the solid pigments contained, but practically alike in hav- ing their liquid portions composed es- sentially of pure linseed oil. The com- petition of the better class of paints has driven inferior goods practically out of the market, and no manufac- turer of standing now puts out a poor paint, under his own name at least. As to guarantees on paint, they can be taken for what they are worth. Any reputable manufacturer will make good any defect actually traceable to the paint itself and not to improper use or treatment of it. The really im- portant guaranteé which the paint buyer should exact’from his dealer is that the paint is made by a manufac turer that knows bis business, and that the paint itself has a record. If he secures this guarantee he can af- ford to chance the rest of it—the paint will undoubtedly give:good service if properly applied according to direc- tions. Long and Short of It. “Scribbles—I wonder why it takes Riter—It only seems long when | you're. pe and the shorter you a ae Resume of the Week's Proceedings. Tuesday. Washington, May 30. — The after- math of Monday’s filibustering, ending in the arrest and haling before the house of a number of members in or- der to complete a quorum, came in the house of representatives yesterday on the approval of the journal. A num- ber of the members who were “arrest- ed” by the sergeant-at-arms during the call of the house last night were still in a savage mood yesterday when the house convened and they had personal reasons to assign why they were ab- sent on roll call. When his right to direct the issu- ance of the writ of arrest was attacked, the speaker, following an exposition of the rules, terminated further argument by asserting that “the gentlemen had been legally arrested.” The senate yesterday passed the postoffice appropriation bill carrying an appropriation of $192,485,000, and immediately afterward adjourned over Memorial day until Thursday. The entire day was devoted to the consid- eration of the bill as a whole und to special features of the bill. Thursday. Washington, June i. — Tne senate yesterday passed the Knox immunity Dill and the omnibus lighthouse Dill with practically no debate, passed the military academy Dill, and was only prevented from passing the em- ployers’ liability bill by a motion at 2 p. m. to go into executive session. Most of the afternoon was devoted to consideration in executive session of the nomination of Judge James Wick- ersham to be judge of the United States circuit.court for the district of Alaska, but he was not confirmed. The Democrats of the house resumed their filibustering tactics yesterday and demanded roll calls on every pos- sible parliamentary point. Notwith- standing these tedious delays the house passed the diplomatic and con- sular appropriation bill, carrying an appropriation of $2,734,869. Friday. Washington, June 2. — The senate yesterday passed the bill regulating the liability of railroad companies for injury to employes, but Senator Dan- iel gave notice of a motion to recon- sider, which, if it prevails, will have the effect of again bringing the ques- tion before the senate for considera- tion. ‘The remaining time of the open ses- sion was devoted to a speech by Sen- ator Morgan in support of the asser- tion of American control in the Isle of Pines, and to a discussion of the reso- lution prescribing a policy for the government in the purchase of sup- plies for the Panama canal. Senator Stone opposed the amendment as use- less and attacked the president as weak and wavering in policy. Saturday. Washington, June 5.—In practically all essential details the conferees on the railroad rate bill agreed to the measure as it was passed by the sen- ate. The report was signed at about 4 o'clock p. m. Saturday, and almost immediately presented to both houses. It shows that the senate receded from six amendments, two of which merely change the numbers of sections, while twenty-eight of its amendments were retained verbatim, and the remaining seventeen amendments were redrafted and returned under different phraseol- ogy. Senator Tillman, chairman of the senate conferees, gave notice that he will urge prompt action on the report in the senate. As soon as disposed of there it is safe to say it will be acted upon by the house with the utmost dis- patch. Monday. Washington, June 5.—Peace spread its pinions over the house of represen- tatives yesterday, the leader of the minority, Mr. John Sharp Williams, being willing to call off the forces of opposition now that the report of the conferees had been made on the state- hood bill. lt being suspension day a number. of bills both of local and national in- terest were passed with little or no debate. The house being officially no- tified by the senate of the death of Senator Gorman of Maryland, Mr. Talbot (Md.) presented resolutions of” condojence, and after the appointment of representatives to attend the funer- al services the house, as a further mark of respect to the late senator from Maryland, adjourned. NINE CARS ARE DITCHED. One Man Killed in Wreck at Laurel, Mont. Billings, Mont., June 5. — A train wreck occurred last night at Laurel, about twenty miles from this city, and nine cars of the trafh, which was a mixed one, went into the ditch) One man, Frank Hubbard, aged thirty | years, was killed and two others were ‘ injured. The wreck was caused by a brake beam falling from one Ties the freight cars across the rails. None of coaches bine AILING WOMEN. Keep the Kidneys Well and the Kid- neys Will Keep You Well. Sick, suffering, languid women are learning the true cause of bad backs yand how to cure them. Mrs. W. G. Davis, of Groesbeck, Texas, says: “Back- aches hurt me so I BS could hardly stand. Spells of dizziness and sick headache were frequent and the action of the kidneys was irreg- ular. Soon after I began taking Doan’s Kidney Pills I passed several gravel stones. I got welt and the trouble has not returned. My back is good and strong and my general health better.” Sold by all dealérs. 50 cents a box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. ~~ The writers of essays on how to be happy though married generally are those who are eager for a try at the experience. DISFIGURING SKIN HUMOR. tmpossible to Get Employment, as Face and Body Were Covered With Sores—Cured by Cuticura. “Since the year 1894 I have been troubled with a very bad case of ec- zema, which I have spent hundreds of dollars trying to cure, and I went to the hospital, but they failed to cure me, and it was getting worse all the time. Five weeks ago my wife bought a box of Cuticura Ointment, and one cake of Cuticura Soap, and I am pleased to say that I am now com- pletely cured and well. It was impos- sible for me to get employment, as my face, head and body were covered with it. The eczema first appeared on the top of my head, and it had worked all the way around down the back of my neck and around to my throat, down my body and around the hips. It itched so I would be obliged to scratch it, and the flesh was raw. I am now all well, and I will be pleased to recommend the Cuticura Remedies to all persons who wish a speedy and permanent cure of skin diseases.” Thomas M. Rossiter, 290 Prospect Street, East Orange, N. J. Thrifty. “Tim,” asked the passenger on the rear platform of the antiquated fiat- wheeled cable car, “what’s in this cov- ered stone jar I see out here nearly every time I take a trip on your car?” “That’s my wife’s churning,” an- swered the conductor. “One round trip on this old rattletrap brings the butter every time. Saves her lots of trouble.” Mark Twain on Advertising. Mark Twain, in the midst of a pane ayrine on advertising, told a remark- able story. “There was a man,” he said, “back Iowa way, who was so pleased with an advertisement in the local paper that he wrote the following testimo- nial letter to the editor: “‘Mr. Editor. Sir:—After selling all I could, giving barrels away, and stuffing my hogs till they would eat no more, still I had, last fall, about 200 tons of big, juicy, fine-flavored ap- ples left on my hands. I inserted in your valuable paper an ad. that I was willing to send free a barrel of picked fruit, freight paid in advance by me, to any one who would apply, there being, of course, no charge for the barrel. You will hardly credit it, but that little 40-cent ad. cleared out my whole stock of apples, and I could have disposed of five times the quan- tity on the same terms.” KNIFED. Coffee Knifed an Old Soldier. An old soldier, released from coffee at 72, recovered his health and tells about it as follows: “I stuck to coffee for years, although it knifed me again and again. “About eight years ago (as a result of coffee drinking which congested my liver) I was taken with a very severe attack of malarial fever. “I would apparently recover and start about my usual work only to suf- fer a relapse. After this had been re- peated several times during the year I was again taken violently ill. “The Doctor said he had carefully studied my case, and it was eithet ‘quit coffee or die,’ advising me té take Postum in its place. I had al- ways thought coffee one of my dearest friends, especially when sick, and I was very much taken back by the Doc- tor’s decision, for I hadn’t suspected the coffee I drank could possibly cause my troubles. “T thought it over for a few minutes, and finally told the Doctor I would make the change. Postum was pro cured for me the same day, and made according to directions; well, I liked it and stuck to it, and since then F have been a new man. The change in health began in a few days and surprised me, and now, although I am seventy- two years of age, I do lots of hard work, and for the past month have been teaming, driving sixteen miles a day, besides loading and un- loading the wagon. That’s what Pos- tum in the place of coffee has done for me. I now like the Postum as well as I did coffee. “I have known people who did not care for Postum at first, but after hav- ing learned to make it properly accord- ing to directions they have come to like it as well as coffee. I never miss a chance to praise it.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Look for the little book, “The Road to Well ” in pkgs. J