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CHAPTER !1!.—Continued. “Well,” Sir William said, passing > vigar box over to the other, though he did not smoke himself, “there is a cer tain man that I am interested in. I don’t know him personally, though ! know something about him. I want t> know him, and I want to know every- thing I can about him, too.” “I suppose,” Charliewood answered, “that there is no difficulty for you in getting to know anybody you want to?” He said it with a slight sneer. “Oh, of course not,” Sir William an- swered; “but still in this case I want you to get to know him first. You can easily do this if you wish; you are sure to have some mutual acquain- tances. When you get to know him, make yourself as pleasant as you can be to hic—and nobody can do that more gracefully. than yourself, my dear boy. Become an intimate friend if possible, and let me know as much as you can about his habits and ob- jects in life. I don’t want you to spare any expense in this matter, if it is necessary to spend money, and of course you will draw upon me for all you require.” Charliewood held up his cigar and looked steadily at the crust of white ash which was forming at the end. “What's the man’s name?” he asked, without moving his eyes. “His name,” said Sir William, light- ly, “is Rathbone—a Mr. Gerald Rath- bone. He is a barrister and has chambers in the Temple. A youngish man, I understand, of about seven-and- Lwenty.” At the name Charliewood gave a mo- ‘mentary start. He allowed a slight smile to come upon his lips, and it was not a pleasant smile. Goldesbrough saw it, flushed a little, and moved uneasily, feeling that, al- though this man was his servant, there were yet disadvantages in em- ploying him, and that he also could sting when he liked. Directly Sir William had mentioned the name of the person on whose ac- tions and life—not to put too fine a point on it—he was ordering his henchman to become a spy, Charlie- wood knew the reason. He realized in an instant what was the nature of the interest Sir William Gouldes- brough took in Mr. Gerald Rathbone, barrister-at-law. The famous scientist, long, it was said in society, a man quite impervi- ous to the attractions of the other sex and the passion of love, had but a few months ago became engaged. Wealthy as he was, distinguished, handsome and attractive in his man- ner, there had not been wanting ladies who would have very gladly shared and appropriated all three. Like any -other unmarried man in his desirable position, the scientist had been some- what pursued in many drawing rooms. “Of late, however, the pursuit had :slackened. Match-making mothers sand unappropriated daughters seemed ‘to have realized that here was a cita- ‘del they could not storm. Six months ;ago, therefore, society had been all the amore startled to hear of Sir William’s engagement to Miss Marjorie Poole, the only daughter of old Lady Poole, of Curzon street. Marjorie Poole was the daughter of a rather poor baronet who had died some years before, the title going to a scousin. Lady Poole was left with a house in Curzon street and a sufficient income for her own life, but that was all. And among all the women who hunt society for a husband for their daughters, as a fishefman whips a stream for trout, the dowager was one of the most conspicuous. lt was said that she had angled for Sir William with an alertness and unwearying pursuit which was at last crowned by success. More charitable people, and especially those who knew and liked Miss Poole, said that girl ‘would never have lent herself to any scheme of her mother’s unless she ‘had been genuinely fond of the man +o whom she was engaged. There had been much talk and speculation over ‘the engagement at first, a speculation which had in its turn died away, and which during the last few weeks had been again revived by certain inci- #@dents. Eustace Charliewood, whose whole ‘life and business it was to gather and retail gossip, was very well aware of tthe reason which made people once more wag their heads, and hint this or that about the Gouldesbrough engage- ment. Mr. Gerald Rathbone had appeared mupon the scene, a young barrister of | good family but of no particular for- tune. Several times Mr. Rathbone vhad been seen skating with Miss Poole at Prince’s. At this or that dance— “Sir William Gouldesbrough did not go to dances—Rathbone had danced a good deal with Miss Poole. Many en- vious and lynx-like eyes had watched them for some weeks, and men were beginning to say in the clubs that “young Rathbone is going to put the scientific johnny's nose out of joint.” It was this knowledge which caused -the little Sneeripg amile to appear on Charliewood’s face, and it gave him pleasure to detect the human weak- ness‘pf jealousy in man who held him grip. “Well, all right,” Charliewood said sat length; “I'll do what you want.” ) tightly, in’ his “All Dead?’ ive or pead: The Strange Disappearance of Gerald Rathbone. By GUY THORNE. hg inscrutable |. “That’s a good fellow,” Sir William answered, smiling genially, his whole ‘ace lighting up and becoming mark- edly attractive as he did so; “you've always been a good friend to me, Charliewood.” “My banking account is very low ‘ust at present,” the other went on. “Then I'll write you a check at once,” Sir William answered, getting up from his chair and going to the writing table in the corner of the room. Charliewood’s face cleared a little. Then he noticed his cigar had been burning all down one side. He dropped it into an ash-tray and put his hand in his coat pocket to find a cigarette. He took out an ordinary silver case, when his eye fell upon the crest_en- grayed upon the cover. He started and looked again, turning it so that the light fell full upon it. The crest of the Charliewood family was a hand with a battle-ax and the motto, “Ne Morare,” and, in the usual custom, it was engraved upon Charlie- wood's own case. But this was not the Charliewood crest. It was a wyvern charged on a shield, and the motto consisted of the ingle word “Gardez.” He gave a startled exclamation. “What’s the matter?” Sir William said, turning round sharply. “I’ve got some other fellow’s cigar- ette case,” Charliewood answered in amazement, opening it as he did so. There was only one cigarette in the case, but there were several visiting cards in one compartment, and, more- over, the name of the owner was cut in the inside of the lid. The case dropped from Charlie- wood’s fingers with a clatter, and he grew quite pale. “What is it?” his host again. “Flave you been playing some in- fernal trick on me, Gouldesbrough?” Charliewood said. “No; why?” “Because this cigarette case, by some strange chance, is the cigarette case of the man we've been talking about, this Gerald Rathbone!” He stood up, thrusting his hands deep into the pockets of the fur coat as he did so. Then he pulled out a let- ter, stamped and addressed and ob- viously ready for the post. “Good heavens!” he said, “here’s something else. It’s a letter for the post.” “Whom is it addressed to?” Sir Will- iam asked, in a curious voice. inquired Charliewood looked at it, then started again. “As I live,” he answered, “it’s ad- dressed to Miss Poole, 100a, Curzon street!” There was a curious silence for a moment or two. Both men looked at each other, and mingled astonishment and alarm was on the face of either. The whole thing appeared uncanny. They seemed, while concocting some- thing like a plot, to have trodden un- awares into another. Suddenly Charliewood stamped his foot upon the ground and peeled off his overcoat. “I've got it,” he cried; “why, of course, I’ve seen the very man myself this morning. This is his coat, not mine. I went to a hairdresser’s this morning, and left my coat in the ante- room while I was going through a massage treatment. When I came out there was a man waiting there for his turn, and I must have taken his coat in exchange for mine. And the man was this Mr. Gerald Rathbone, of course. You know, these dark blue coats lined with astrachan are quite ordinary; everybody is wearing them this year. And I noticed, by Jove, that the thing seemed a little tight in the eab! It’s about the oddest coinci- dence that I've ever come across in my life!” Sir William bowed his head in thought for a minute or two. “Well, this is the very best oppor- tunity you could have, my dear fel- low,” he said, “of making this man’s acquaintance. Of course, you can take him back his coat and the cigarette case at once.” “And the letter?” Charliewood said, swiftly; “the letter to Miss Poole?” Sir William looked curiously at his guest. “T think,” he said, slowly, “that I'll just spend half an hour with this let- ter first. Then you can take it away with the other things. I assure you that it will look just the same as it does now.” Charliewood shrugged his shoulders. “Have it your own way,” he said, contemptuously, “but don’t ask me to open any letters to a lady, that’s all.” Sir William flushed up and was about to make an: aligry reply when the door of the study was suddenly thrown open and they“saw the butler standing there. There was a rustle of skirts in the passage. “Lady Poole and Miss Poole, sir,” said the butler. CHAPTER III. “News of a Revolution. Marjgrle-and Lady Poole came into the room. For two at least of the people there it was an agonizing moment. But a brough had been proposing to steal and open a letter written by another man to his fiancee. But a second be- fore Mr. Eustace Charliewood, the well known society man, had sullenly ac- quiesced in the proposal! And now here was Marjorie Poole confronting them. “We thought we’d come to tea, Will- iam,” Lady Poole said, effusively, go- ing forward to shake hands with her future son-in-law. “Ah, Mr. Charliewood, how do you do?” She gave him a bright nod and he turned to Marjorie, while her moth- er was shaking hands with the scien- tist.- Charliewood’s face was flushed a deep red and his hand trembled, so that the tall girl looked at him in some surprise. Marjorie Poole was a maiden for whom many men had sighed. The oval face with its pure olive complexion, the large brown eyes clear as a forest pool, the coiled masses of hair the col- of deeply-ripened corn, made up a per- sonality of singular distinction and charm, She was the sort of girl of whom people asked, “Who is she?” And if younger sons and other people who knew that they could never woo and win her said her manner was a little too reserved and cold, it was only a prejudiced way of expressing her complete grace and ease of manner. “How are you, Mr. Charliewood?” she said, in a clear, bell-like voice. “I haven’t seen you since the Carr's W@ance.” “Well, to tell the truth, Miss Poole,” Charliewood answered, with a voice that had a singular tremor in it, “you startled me out of my wits when you came in. Just a moment before Sir William had mentioned your name, and we were both thinking of you when, as quick as one of those ridicu- lous entrances on the stage, pat upon the very word, the butler threw open the door and you came in.” “Oh, a stage entrance!” Marjorie answered. “I don’t like stage en- trances.” And, turning away, she went up to her fiancee, making it quite clear that, whatever her opinions about the conventions of the boards might be, she did not like Mr. Charlie wood. The big, light-haired man stayed for a moment or two, made a few conven- tional remarks, and then wished his host farewell. As he crossed the hall he began me- chanically to put on the heavy astra- chan coat upon his arm. Then, with a muttered curse which surprised the butler, he took it off again and hurried- ly left the house. “Well, and how are you, William?” said Lady Poole, sitting down by the fire. “Are you going to give us some tea? We have been paying calls, and I told Marjorie that we would just come on and see how you were, in case you might be in. And how is the electrici- ty going? Why don’t you invent a fiy- ing machine? I’m sure it would be more useful than the things you do in- vent. How charming it would be to step out of one’s bedroom window into one’s aerial brougham and tell the man to fly to the Savoy!” Gouldesbrough did not immediately reply, but old Lady Poole was used to this. She was a tall, florid old thing, rich- “ly dressed, and with an ample and ex- pansive manner. Now that Sir Will- iam had proposed and the forthcoming marriage was an accepted thing, the good lady felt that her duty was done. Having satisfied herself of Sir Will- iam’s position, his . banking account, and his general eligibility, she cared for nothing else, and she had grown quite accustomed to the little snubs she received at his hands from time to time. Gouldesbrough was looking at Mar- jorie. His deep blue eyes had leapt up from their usual intense calm into flame. The fine-cut lips were slightly parted; the whole man had become humanized and real in a single mo- ment. (To Be Continued.) Acted on Orders. When I sailed with Commander McCalla several years ago, said a young naval officer, he had already made a reputation as a rigid disciplin- arian. One day it chanced that a midshipman whom he had sent ashore went a little beyond the instructions given him with relation to his errand. The matter was not of the least im- portance, but McCalla chided him sharply, saying: “When you receive an order, sir, do simply what you are told to do, and never a particle more or less.” » The midshipman touched his hat re- spectfully, but he thought the rebuke uncalled for. A few days later McCal- la summoned him and said: “You will take a boat, sir, and go ashore to the postoffice. See if there is a package addressed to me.” “Aye, aye, sir.” The midshipman took a boat and went ashore. When he returned Mo Calla asked: “Well, sir, was there a package for me at the postoffice?” “Yes, sir,” replied the.midshipman, touching his cap. “Where is it?” “At the postoffice, sir.” “What! you didn’t bring it with you?” “No, sir.” “why not, sir?” “Because I had no orders to do so, sir.” “TI told you to get the package.” : “Beg pardon, sir,’ but I understood you to’tell me merely: to-see if there was a package for.you; at the “post- office, andI could. trot venture to do’a}: | particle tiore ‘or less A ee indicated,” ree ee —=E “Do you believe in signs?” “Of course. How else are people ta know aes business?” , “THE SHORTEST SOLDIER. How a Young Kansan Under the Re- quired Height Got Into the Army. Charles L. Dagan of Keats, Kan., a young army recruit who enlisted in Kansas City and left with a squad of recruits for Jefferson barracks, near St. Louis, is probably the shortest sol- dier in the United States army. His height is 5 feet 2 inches. He was ac- cepted only on the recommendation of President Roosevelt, to whom he wrote explaining the situation after he had been rejected on account of his height at the auxiliary recruiting station at Topeka early in April. Dagan had entertained the hope of becoming a soldier for a number of years. He is now twenty-two, and, having no one dependent upon him, he went to the recruiting station to enter the service. He passed a rigid exami- nation save for his height, but the neys that for this reason he could not become a soldier did not deter him. He had decided to become one, and promptly wrote to President Roose- velt, explaining the situation. He made an earnest appeal to the chief executive, and the frank, earnest man- ner in which he couched his plea seemed to strike the president as that of a man who would make a good soldier. This is probably the first instance of an acceptance of an application for enlistment in the army when a dis- crepancy of two inches in the required height existed. The minimum height, as stipulated by the war department, is 5 feet 4 inches. Dagan is of almost perfect build, weighs 130 pounds and has a five-inch chest expansion. He expressed a de- sire to enlist in the cavalry and be sent to the Philippines. At Jefferson barracks he will’ be assigned to a regi- ment of cavalry under orders or pre- paring for orders for Philippine serv- ice. ONE MAN'S EXPERIENCE IN WESTERN CAHADA. There Are Thousands of Opportunities in the Land of Opportunity. To the Editor. Dear Sir: The following experience of an IIli- nois man who went to Western Can- ada six years ago is but one of the thousands of letters that could be re- produced showing how prosperity fol- lows the settler on the fertile lands of Western Canada. This letter was written to the Chicago agent of the Government of the Dominion of Can- ada and is dated at Evarts, Alberta, April 8th, 1907: “Tt is six years the 5th of this month since I and family landed in Red Deer, family sick and only $75 in my pocket. Bought a $12 lot, built a 12x14 shack and went to work as a carpenter. Next May sold for $400 (had added 16x18 building to shack). Purchased two lots at $70 each and built a 23x28 two story building and sold for $950, Filed on a quarter section 33 miles N. W. of Red Deer and have spent three years on it and am well pleased. Quarter all fenced and cross fenced, wire and rail, 2% miles of fence. House 29x31 feet on stone foundation. Last year was my first attempt to raise grain, 144 acres of fall wheat, yield grand, but was frosted August 2nd, was cut August 16th and made good pig feed. Had 1% acres fall rye that I think could not be beat. A farmer from Dakota cut it for me; he sdid he never saw such heavy grain anywhere. Straw was 7 feet high. I had 4 acres of 2 rowed barley on fall breaking that did not do so well, yet it ripened and gave me all the feed I need for stock and seed for this spring. I did not have grain threshed, so can’t give yield, but the wheat would have gone at least 25 bu. to the acre. broad roof and two smaller buildings for pigs and chickens. “I have lived in Harvey, Ills., and | know something about it. I have been hungry there and though able and willing to work could get none to do. One Saturday evening found me with- out any supper or a cent to get it with. A friend, surmising my situation, gave me a dollar, which was thankfully ac- cepted and later paid back. Wife and I are thankful we came here. We were living near Mt. Vernon, Ills., as perhaps you remember visiting me there and getting me headed for the Canadian Northwest, and a happy day it has proved for me. I have not grown rich, but I am prospering. I would not take $3,000 for my quarter now. The past winter has been a hard one, but I worked outside the coldest day (52 below) all day and did not suffer. We are getting a school started now that is badly needed. “Our P. O., Evarts, is about 15 miles; there is another office 6 miles, but it is not convenient to us. Wife and I would not exchange our home here for anything Illinois has to offer. “Yours truly, “(Sd.) E. EMBERLEY.” The Bachelor’s Script. Life’s little ironies generally wear petticoats. Politics is a masculine game, but ‘the first boss was a woman. The woman who is no_ spring chicken will. usually lay for you. Love laughs at locksmiths, but the goldsmith is a serious matter. The husband’s. day: Eight hours for sleep, eight hours for work and eight hours for explanations. * If-women should get. the ballot ould they_be willing to cn Naioriane By. giv! ing ip the gum?’ ciel There is a great deal of ‘alk about a great many things that there is, mighty little in. Have a log stable 31x35 feet, | POPULAR CHINAMAN WASHINGTON SORRY TO LOSE SIR CHENTUNG. Promotion of Chinese Minister to Vice Presidency of Foreign Office at Peking a Distinguish- ing Honor. Modifying the loud huzzahs of we!- come are the farewell notes sound- ed from day to day by those who would speed the nation’s departing guest, Sir Chentung Liang-Cheng, who has been promoted from Chinese min- ister to this capital, says the Washing- ton Star, to the position of vice presi- dent of the foreign office at Peking. The promotion and transfer at this time, when the minister is in mourn- ing for his mother, is a great surprise, inasmuch as it is contrary to Chinese custom to disturb an official in mourn- ing. In fact, such action is so rare that history records it less than a half dozen times in more than 400 years. The rarity of the act makes it more of a compliment to the recip- ient of the honor, who, by the bye, is a graduate of two American colleges name and dress. He came to Wash- ington on his present mission just four years ago this month, succeeding the pert and popular Wu Ting Fang. Dur- ing his stay here he has greatly im- proved the legation home, furnishing it according to Chinese custom and adding as a marked feature a person- ally supervised garden. He is fond of society and knows well how to en- tertain. As evidence of this is the long list of dinners, musicales, teas and luncheons he has engineered success- fully, with only the assistance of his young daughter, who is not yet in ‘society. His favorite conceit for table decoration is a series of tiny flowering plants set in the most ex- quisite vases. | R. Smith.” As a baseball enthusiast Sir Chen- tung will be sorely missed at the col- Jegiate games and lacking as the chief figure in a frequent picture in the neighborhood of the legation, when, with skirts tucked up, he engaged in a tossup with his sons and their playmates. As a tennis player he is the peer of any man in official life, not even excepting the members of the much talked of “tennis cabinet.” To these accomplishments, Sir Chetung adds the art of horseback riding, au- tomobiling and bicycling, all of which are rare among the orientals. A Bird and a Greenback. Bicycle Policeman McQuade has been amusing the members of the pre- cinct in which he does duty with a story about a bird and a greenback, remarks a Washington paper. Some of his brother officers charge him with having taken his story from an almanac, but he denies the soft im- peachment and declares the story is a correct version of what really oc: curred. “I was strolling along on my beat one bright afternoon,” the bicycle po- liceman stated, ‘“‘when suddenly I saw a man pick up a brick and raise his arm as if he intended to strike a blow. I grabbed his arm to prevent a prob. able murder, and the excited man pointed to the upper branches of a tree.” There was a bird in the tree with a greenback in its mouth. The sight of the greenback, the policeman admits, made him exceedingly interested, and before he realized what he was do ing he was looking for a missile to join in the pursuit of the bird and bill. Too Much to Expect. They tell this one about a small boy who lives near Bean lake. He was fishing, and his mother had to call him five times to make him hear. Finally, she landed on him, and shak- {ng him in a terrible manner, wanted to know why he did not answer. This was his reply: “I didn’t hear you the first three times, and the last time ] had a bite.”—Kansas City Star. Many Washington Smiths. There are 13 pages of “Smiths” in the city directory, and Mr. William R. Smith, the genial superintendent bf the government botanic gardens, in looking over that volume discov- fered that there are just eight men who wear the cognomen of “William This sometimes results in a mixup of the mails and other things, but Mr. Smith of botanical fame main- tains that the name “Smith” is an ‘eminently respectable one. He says lit frequently happens that men when iplaced under arrest by the police and taken to the station house give the fictitious name of Smith instead of giving their real “handle.” “They do this,” added Superintend- ent Smith of the botanic gardens, “to gain a respectability they did not possess before, for mind you the name of Smith is an honorable one.” Individuality. I consider that the work done by the individual in his own individual way'is the best thing possible for him. If he has anything to say he will say it in this way.—J. Mac Whirter, R. A,, in The Grand Magazine. \ A Blasted Bud. “Miss Bud, ¥ am thinking of marry- ing into your family.” “How original you are! But I have no papa whom you may ask.” “No; so I have asked your mamma, and we are to be married next month.” More Business in Sight. “If» they convict me,” declared the graftet,:“I’ll tél all know,” _ “Good,” réptied his: lawyer. “Rec- ommend me to your friend at the same time, will you?” 7 MRS. DE PASSE OF NEW YORK CITY **7 Consulted Several Physicians, but they Did Me No Good. Pe-ru-na and Man-a-lin Helped Me.” Mrs.. Aline DePasse, 776 E. 165th St., New York, N. Y., writes: “It gives me pleasure to testify to the curative qualities of Peruna and Mana- of note and a westerner in all but| lin “J was afflicted for over seven years with catarrh of the head, throat and digest- ive organs. Iconsulted many physicians, but they did me no good. “One day I bappeoed to read some tes- timonials in your Peruna almanac. I decided to try Peruna and Manalin. I bought a bottle of each, and after taking them for a week I noticed a change for the better. So I kept it up, and after using twelve bottles I was perfectly cured. “T also gave the medicine to my chil- dren and they had the same beneficial result. I would never be without these remedies in the house. “{ highly recommend Peruna and Manalin to all my friends, and in fact to everybody.” Miss Mildred Grey, 110 Weimar St., Appleton, Wis., writes: “It gives me pleasure to recommend Peruna for catarrh of the stomach. I had this disease for a number of years, and could not enjoy a mouthful of food that I ate. It was indeed a great relief when I hit upon Peruna, and obtained decided results from the first. I took six bottles before I felt entirely cured of my trouble, but I had an aggravated case.” Very Poor Habit. “No,” growled Jigsby, “I don’t like the coat at all. I don’t want it.” “But,” protested the tailor, “the only trouble with it is that it’s too large for you. I can alter it; make it small- er for you.” “If you do that you'll merely con- tract a bad habit, that’s all.” SHIP YOUR CREAM to Crescent Creamery Co., St. Paul, Minn Write to-day for tags and prices. More Than One. “Your husband evidently had a fin- ger in this pie.” “Yes; he put in the brandy.” “Three fingers!” explained her hus- band in a stage whisper. DACOTAH BRAND PANTS, SHIRTS And Mackinaws, guaranteed to wear. We, replace them if’ they don’t, demand them of your dealer. Dacotah Mfg. Co., St. Paul. Modest men are earnestly hoping the peeks in the peekaboo waists will be no larger this summer than last. WE PAY TOP PRICES FOR CREAM. Cash every day. Write for prices and tage MILLER & HOLMES, St. Paul, Minn. What has become of the old-fashion- ed boy who didn’t like to put on his Sunday clothes? No Headache in the Morning. Krause’s Headache Capsules for over-in- dulgence in food or drink. Druggists, Norman Lichty Mfg. Co., Des Moines, Ta. The average man’s love for the Old Flag is about as much talk as his other love affairs. SHIP YOUR CREAM TO US. We always pay highest market price. Samels Bros., Minneapolis, Minn. The man who wants to sell it is usually the one who has the least po- litical influence. Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup. For children teething, softens the gums, reduces im flammation allays pain, cures wind colic. ' %c a bottle. Necessity usually knows a good thing when it sees it, even if it does fall down on a law examination. TAKE IT TO THE BANK and borrow on McMurray’s vanilla, worth a dollar a drop. Sold by all grocers. A great many people see themselves as others see them, but they don’t be- lieve what they see. FLAGS, AWNINGS, TENTS, STACK Covers ete. For information & prices, write American Tent & Awning Co., Minneapolis Clothes do not make the man—espe- cially the self-made man. HIGHEST CASH PRICE FOR CREAM, Don’t delay. Write for prices and tags. A. BE. Way & Sons Co., Minneapolis, Minn. 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