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- os Ss Se ee Se ee, Eee CHAPTER II|.—Continued. The sinister suggestion had dropped ‘trom him as a cloak is thrown off, and he remembered nothing of the plot he had been hatching, but only saw be- fore him the radiant girl he adored with all the force of his nature and all the passion of a dark but powerful soul to which love had never come be- fore. | “How are you, dearest?” he said, anxiously. “Do you know that I haven't heard from you or seen you for nearly four days? Tell me all that you have een doing, all that you have been thinking.” “Four days, is it?” Lady Poole broke in. “Well, you know, my dear William, you will have plenty of time with Marjorie in the future; you mustn’t attempt to monopolize her just at present. There have been so many engagements, and I’m sure you have been entirely happy with the electric- ity, haven’t you? Such a comfort, I think, to have a hobby. It gives a real interest to life. And I’m sure, when a hobby like yours has proved so suc- -cessful, it’s an additional advantage. I have known so many men who have been miserable because they have nev- er had anything to do to amuse them. And unless they take up wood-carving or fretwork or something, time hangs so heavily, and they become a nuisance to their wives. Poor Sir Frederick only took up Tact as a hobby. Though that was very useful at a party, it was horribly boring in private life. One always felt he understood one too well!” Up to the present Marjorie had said ‘but little. She seemed slightly rest- less, and the smile that played about ther lips was faint and abstracted. Her thoughts seemed elsewhere, and the scrutiny of the deep blue eyes seemed slightly to unnerve her. At that moment the butler entered, followed by a footman carrying a tea table. Marjorie sank down with a sigh ah relief. “I'm so tired,” she said, in a a voice. “Mother’s been dragging me about to all sorts of places. William, why do you have that horrid man, Eustace Charliewood, here? He al- ways seems about the house like a big tame cat. I detest him.” Gouldesbrough winced at the words. He had put his hand into the side pocket of his coat and his fingers had fallen upon a certain letter. Ah, why, indeed, did he have Charliewood for a friend? His answer was singularly uncon- ng, and the girl looked at him in se. He was not wont to speak with so little directness. ‘Oh, I don’t know, dear,” he an- swer “He’s useful, you know. He attends to a lot of things for me that I'm too busy to look after myself.” Again Marjorie did not answer. “What have you been doing, Will- iam?” she said at length, stirring the xtea in her cup. ‘ye been thinking about you princi- he returned. She frowned a little. “Oh, I don’t mean in that way,” she answered, quickly. “Tell me about real things, important things. What are you work- ing at now? How is your work go- ‘ing? He noticed that something like en- thusiasm had crept into her voice, that she took a real interest in his science. His heart throbbed with anger. It was mot thus that he wished to hear her spéak. It was he himself, not his work, that he longed with all his heart ‘and soul this stately damsel should care about. But, resolute always in will, pletely master of himself and his emo- tion, he turned at once and began to give her the information which she sought. And as he spoke his voice soon be- gan to change. It rang with power. it became vibrant, thrilling. Thero was a sense of inordinate strength and confidence in it. While old Lady Poole leant back in her chair with closed eyes and a gentle smile playing about her lips, enjoying, in fact, a short and well-earned nap, ‘the great scientist’s passionate voice ‘boomed out into the room and held Marjorie fascinated. She leant forward, listening to him “ith strained attention, her lips a lit- tle parted, her face alight with inter- est, with eagerness. “You want to hear, dearest,” he said, “you want to hear? And to whom would I rather tell my news? At whose ‘feet would I rather lay the results of all I am and have done? Listen! Even to you I cannot give the full results of the problems I have been working at for so many years. But I can tell you enough to hold your attention, to inter- est you as you have never been inter- ested before.” He began to speak very slowly. “T have done something at last, after years of patient working and thought, which it is not too much to say will revolutionize the whole of modern life—will change the whole of life, in- deed, as it has never been changed be- fore. All the other things I have done and made, all the results of my scien- tific work, have been but off-shoots of \this great central idea, which has been mine since I first began. The other things that have won me fame and for- stune were discovered upon the way ive or Dead?’ ive or pead: The Strange Disappearance of Gerald Rathbone. By GUY THORNE. com- | toward the central object of my life. And now, at last, I find myself in full possession of the truth of all my theo- ries. In a month or two from now my work will be perfected. Then the whole world will know what I have cone. And the whole world will trem- ble, and there will be fear and wonder in the minds of men and women, and they will look at each other as if they recognized that humanity at last was waking out of a sleep and a dream.” “Is it so marvelous as all that?” she said, almost in a whisper, awed by the earnestness of-his -manner; “I am no maker of phrases,” he re- plied, “nor am I eloquent. I cannot tell you how marvelous it is. The one great citidel against which human in- genuity and time have beaten in vain since the days of our first forefathers is stormed at last! In my hands will shortly be the keys of the human soul. No man or woman will have a secret from me. The whole relation of socie- ty will be changed, utterly. “What is it—what is it?” she asked, with a light in her eyes. “Have you done what mother said in jest? Have you, indeed, finally . conquered the air?” He waived his hand with a scorn- ful gesture. “Greater, far greater than that,” he answered. “Such a vulgar and mechan- ical triumph is not one I would seek. In a material age it is perhaps a great thing for one or another scientist to invent a means of quicker transit and surer than any before. But what is it, after all? Mere accurate scientific knowledge, supplemented by inventive power. No! Such inventions as the steam engine, printing, gunpowder, are great in their way, but they have only revolutionized the surface of things; the human soul remains as it was be- fore. What I now know is a far, far loftier and more marvelous thing.” In his excitement he had risen and was bending over her. Now she also rose and stared into his face, ates one jhand upon his arm. : “Oh, tell me,” she said, “what in life can be so strange, so terrible in its effects, as this you speak of?” “Listen!” he answered once more. “You know what Light is? You know that it can be split up into its compo- nent parts by means of the prism in the spectroscope?” “Every child knoWs that to-day,” she answered. “Good!” he replied. And he went on: “I am putting this in the very simplest possible language. I want you to see the broadest, barest, sim- plest outlines. Do you know of the human mind? What should you say hypnotism was, for instance, in ordi- nary words?” “Surely,” she replied, “it is the power of one brain acting upon anoth- er.” “Pxactly,” he said; “and in what way? How is a brain not physically touching another brain able to influ- ence it?” “By magnetism,” she replied; “by”— she hesitated for a word—“by a sort of current passing from one brain to an- other.” He held out both his hands in front of him. They were clasped, and she saw that his wrists were shaking. He was terribly excited. “Yes,” he went on, his voice drop- ping lower and lower and becoming even more intense, “you have said ex- actly the truth. The brain is a mar- velous instrument, a sensitive instru- ment, an electric instrument which is constantly giving out strange, subtle, and hitherto uninvestigated currents. It is like the transmitter at the top of Signor Marconi’s wireless telegraphy station. Something unseen goes out into the air, and far away over the mother of oceans something answers to its influence. This is exactly what happens with the human brain. Count- less experiments have proved it, the scientists of the world are agreed.” “Then——” she said. “Supposing I had discovered how to collect these rays or ‘vibrations’—for that is the better word—these delicate vibrations which come from the hu- man brain?” “I think I begin to ‘see,’ Marjorie said, slowly, painfully, as if the words were forced from her and she spoke them under great emotion. “I think I begin to see a little light.” “Ah,” he answered, “you are always above ordinary women. There is no one in the world like you. Your brain is keen, subtle, strong. You were des- tined for me from the first.” Once more, even in the midst of her excitement, a shade passed over her face. She touched him on the arm again. “Go on! Tell me! Not this, not that. Tell me about the work!” “I,”, he repeated—‘I alone of all men in the world have learnt how to collect the invisible vibrations of Thought itself. Now, remember what I told you first. I mentioned Light, the way in which Light can be passed through a prism, split up into its com- ponent parts, and give the secret of its composition to the eye of the scientist. Not oaly can I collect the mysterious vibrations of the human brain, but I can pass them through a spectroscope more marvelous than any instrument ever dreampt of in the history of the world. I can take the vibrations of thought and discover thejr consistency, DEFECTIVE PAGE | their strength, their meaning.” She stared at him incredulously. }|- “Even yet,” she said, “I fail to see the ultimate adaptation of all this. I real- ize that you have discovered the hith- erto unknown truth about the mechan- ism of thought. That is an achieve- ment which will send your name ring- ing down the avenues of the future as a greater than Newton himself. But there seems to be something behind all you are telling me. You have more to say. What is the practical outcome of all this—this theoretical fact?” “It is this,” he answered, I hold in my hands the power to know what this or that man, be he king upon the throne , girl on her wedding day, or criminal in the dock, is thinking at any given moment.” She started from him with a little cry. “Oh, no,” she said, and her face had grown very white indeed: “Oh, no; God would not allow it. Itisa power only God has.” He laughed, and in his laugh she heard something that made her shrink back still farther. It was a laugh such as Lucifer might have laughed, who in pride and arrogance of intellect and the consciousness of power defied a) Power which he would not acknowl- edge to be greater than his own. “You will never do that,” she said, “wonderful as you are.” “Marjorie,” he answered, “I am a man with a brain that theorizes, but never ventures upon a statement that cannot be proved by fact. If I tell you this, if I hint broadly at the outcome of my life’s work, I am doing so, believe me, because I have chapter and verse for all I say, because I can prove that it has passed from the dim realms of theory and of hope into the brilliant daylight of actual achievement!” She stared at him. His words were too much for her mind to grasp imme- diately. It was an intense moment. But, as in real life, intense moments generally are, it was broken by a curious interruption. A voice came thickly from the arm chair by the fire, where old Lady Poole had been reclining in placid sleep. It was the strange voice of one who sleeps—without expression, but per- fectly distinct. “I will not have it, cook... tinguishable murmur) when I engaged you.. . men in the kitchen!” Sir William and Marjorie looked at each other for a moment with blank faces. Then, all overstrung as they were, the absurdity of the occurrence struck them at the same moment, and they began to laugh softly together. It was a little, unpleasant. and verv human interlude in the middle of these high matters, and at that moment the great man felt that he was nearer Marjorie than he had been before.at any other moment of the afternoon. She no longer hung entranced upon (indis- explained will not have .his impassioned and wonderful words; she laughed with him, quite quietly and simply. Lady Poole’ snored deeply. Sha no longer vocalized the drama of her do- mestic dream. 4 Suddenly Marjorie turned back once more to Sir William. “It’s only mother’s dreaming about one of the servants we have had to send away,” she said. “What a stupid interruption! Now go on, go on!” Her voice recalled him to his mar- velous story. “Tell me what is the actual achieve- ment,” she said. “It is this. When you speak into a telephone the vibrations of your voice agitate a sensitive membrane, and by means of electricity the vibrations are conveyed to almost any distance. When Mme. Melba sings into the gramaphone her voice agitates a needle, which in turn again makes certain marks upon a waxen cylinder.” “Yes; go on; go on!” (To Be Continued.) Get Something in Return. Some time since Tom Watson was the principal speaker at an agricul- tural convention in one of the South- ern states, and during his remarks the Georgian naturally handed out a large bundle of words on the political situa- tion. “Gentlemen,” said he with much im- pressiveness, “you have had a con- gressman and a senator for many years. You pay them $5,000 a year and furnish them with a private sec- retary at $100 a month. What do you get in return?” “Five packages of garden seed,” was the startling rejoinder of a farmer in the audience. Comforts of Iliness. “What do you take when you're coming down with a cold?” “Whisky.” “Wife object?” “Certainly ‘not. me to be sick.” “One more question.” “Well?” “What's the easiest way to start a cold?” She doesn’t want His Plea. Judge—Prisoner, have you anything to say to the court before sentence is pronounced? Prisoner—I beg the court to consid- er the youthfulness of my attorney. : Perhaps. Little Ethel likes to apply any new phrase she hears, so the other day she turned the latest thoughtfully over in her mind and then asked, “Mamma, you know the new little baby in Spain?” “Yes, dearie; what about it?” “When it gets older, will they teach it to walk Spanish?” “He complains that his wife refuses to listen to him.” “He should cultivate Pe oas abit ot talking in bis sleep.” _. ee INSURANCE A SACRED TRUST. abapeuslbliities of Officers and Di- rectors. Evidently President Kingsley of the New York Life Insurance company has learned the great lesson of the times with respect to the responsibil- ity and duty of directors of corpora- tions. Speaking to the new board of trustees, on the occasion of his elec- tion to the presidency, he emphasized the fact that “life insurance is more than a private business, that life in- surance trustees are public servants, charged at once with the obligations of public service and with the respon- sibilities that attach to a going busi- ness which at the same time must be administered as a trust.” He also realizes that similar respon- sibilities rest upon the officers of the company. “I understand,” he says, “your anxiety in selecting the men who are day by day to carry this bur- den for you, who are to discharge this trust in your behalf, who are to ad- minister for the benefit of the people involved the multitudinous and exact- ing details to which it is impossible for you to give personal attention. My long connection with the New York Life—covering nearly twenty years— my service in about every branch of the company’s working organization, gives me, as I believe, a profound ap- preciation, not merely of the heavy burden you have placed on my shoul- ders, but of the standards of, efficiency, the standards of faith, the standards of integrity, which must be main- tained at all times by the man who serves you and the policyholders in this high office.” Best of all, perhaps, he feels that words are cheap, and that the public will be satisfied with nothing short of performance. ‘My thanks, therefore,” he continues, “for an honor which out- ranks any distinction within the reach of my ambition, cannot be expressed in words; they must be read out of the record I make day by day.” Implying Conceit. Many years ago Daniel Lord, Jr., as he always signed his name, then one of the shining lights of the bar in New York, was arguing a case before the court of appeals, when a country lawyer asked Charles O’Connor the name of the gentleman who was speak- ing. “That,” said Mr. O’connor, who was rather nettled at something Lord had said, “that, sir, is Daniel Lord, Jr., and he puts the ‘junior’ after his name so that he may not be mistaken for the Almighty.” The Kaiser’s Precautions. Thirty thousand metres of wire net- ting are to be erected on the course tor the Kaiserpreis contest wherever necessary at dangerous corners and in villages. The kaiser himself, accompanied by Prince Henry of Prussia, made the round of the course recently with a view to examining the arrangements for the building of bridges, to the number of thirty, for pedestrians. The route is to be subdivided into twelve sections, and a public safety commis- sion will be in charge of each. It is intended that the course shall be closed three days before the race in order that it may be treated throughout with a dust laying prepara- tion. Car Kills Big Badger. The pugnacity of the badger is of world wide renown, but he would scarcely be expected to assail a street car; yet the crew of Pacific Electric Car No, 393 assert that one claiming residence on Rancho Santa Anita disputed the right of way last even- ing. About 9 o’clock p. m., as the car swung around the curve in the vine- yard west of Arcadia, Motorman Shearer saw a large animal between the rails. Repeated shrieks of the whistle had no other effect than. to cause him to rear and bare his teeth in defiance. Then he was a dead badger. He weighed eighty pounds, and his hide measures three and one- half feet in length by two in width. His immense claws are four inches long. He is by far the largest of the species ever killed in this vicinity. COULDN’T KEEP IT. Kept It Hid from the Children. “We cannot keep Grape-Nuts food in the house. It goes so fast I have to hide it, because the children love it so. It is just the food I have been looking for ever so long; something that I do not have to stop to prepare and still is nourishing.” Grape-Nuts is the most scientifically made food on the market. It is per- fectly and completely cooked at the factory and can be served at an in- stant’s notice, either with rich cold cream, or with hot milk if a hot dish is desired. When milk or water is used, a little sugar should be added, but when cold cream is used alone the natural grape-sugar, which can be seen glistening on the granules, is suf- ficiently sweet to satisfy the palate. This grape-sugar is not poured over the granules, as some people think, but exudes from the granules in the process # of ¢ manufacture, when *the starch of the grains is changed from starch to grape-sugar by the process of manufacture. This, in effect, is the first act of digestion; therefore, Grape- Nuts food is pre-digested and is most perfectly : assimilated by the very weakest . stomach. ¢ “There’s a Rea- son.” Made at the pure food factories of the Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read the little health classic, “The Road to Wellville,” in pkgs. In Minnesota \g Xe Frank, the six-year-old son of Mi- chael Finn of St. Paul, was drowned by falling into the river near the old site of the gee os ah ee Robert Seniiaae son of H. C. Scrib- ner of Crookston, was instantly killed at Noyes. He was caught between two cars while braking on a freight train. Harvey Britton, formerly a high school student at Spring Valley, shot and killed himself while handling a gun at Bilby, N. D. where he had a claim. Arthur Hendy, twenty years old, was drowned while bathing in the lake near the St. Croix sawmill at Ely. He was seized with cramps and sank in deep water. The total enrollment at the Moor- head normal for the summer session, which is to continue until the middle of September, is 349, but is expected to reach more than 400. Dan Zacipelzack, an Austrian labor- er employed on the Soo extension at Meirers Grove, Stearns county, was instantly killed by falling under the wheels of a ge. woe train. The large aen of Charles Britz of Amador was burned to the ground, together with the contents, during an electric storm. Three cows, some hay, a lot of harness and other farm stuff were in the barn at the time and none were saved. Nels Olson, a prominent young farmer, residing a short distance from Evansville, was struck in the head by the handle of a wheel scraper while filing a ditch near his home, and killed instantly. Paul Silbernagle, a young man em- ployed by the Stevens Cooperage com- pany at the village Dent, eight miles from Perham, lost a hand, which was cut off while he was operating a saw in the heading factory. The big storm Sunday did great damage around Albert Lea, as it not only knocked down some of the heavy grain, but also the floods that fol- lowed* washed out bridges and roads in a destructive manner. Judge John A. Lovely of Albert Lea, who was stricken with partial mental and physical paralysis several months ago, has improved, but is still unable to look after business. His improvement is slow, but he is able to ride out and enjoy the fine weather. Fire at Minneapolis gutted the build- ing occupied by W. K. Morrison & Co.’s hardware store, doing damage to contents and building to the amount of $150,000. Damage to the amount of about $50,000 was done to the stock of the Leader department store ad- ! joining. John Mooney of Waverly struck and killed his wife. Mooney says she re- fused to get the breakfast and he proceeded to get the meal. While so doing she rushed at him with a carv- ing knife and stabbed him in the breast He struck her and the blow killed her. Owing to his continued illness A. L. Cole has given orders to sell the stock of his large department store &t Ake- lgy, and it is being done as rapidly as possible. Mr. Cole is at Fergus Falls with his brother, and though some- what better, is unable to attend to his many business duties. . The water in the Minnesota river at Belle Plaine is going down rapidly, and the famous cut-off soon will be in a condition to make it possible to cross. All the hay and other crops in the river bottom are ruined. Some farmers will plant millet in order to try to get a crop of some sort. The three-months’-old child of Mar- tin Colgrove of Park Rapids lost its life in a peculiar manner. The mother was sitting on the porch with the child in her lap. A back door of th house was open, and this caused a draft which slammed the front door shut, breaking the glass in it. A sharp piece of glass struck the child on the head, penetrating its brain and causing death. A sensation has been created at Avon by the arrest of Lloyd Vaugh- ers, a well known young man, on the ‘ State News ot the ij Week Briefly Told }) |a@ Parisian amateur is related by the SPOILS OF AN OLD CASKET. Carefully Hidden Dowry of a Moham- medan Bride. A true fairy tale concerning an Ori- ental casket sold by an antiquary to correspondent of the London Tele- graph. The casket is of beautiful artistic workmanship of olive wood, with in- crustations. It was evidently a wed- ding present, such as it is the custom to give a bride in Mohammedan coun- tries. ; There is a perfume of rose leaves, a delicate far away fragrance of the distant East, when the cover is lifted. The antiquary bought it at a general sale long ago, and offered it to pur- chasers amid Louis XVI. clocks, old ribbons and out-of-date decorations. A lover of quaint antiques, M. Mau- rice saw the casket and bought it As it had been knocked about @ good deal in its long journey it stood in need of repairs, and M. Maurice gave it to an expert workman to re- store. The workman tapped it and was surprised to notice a metallic sound inside. He found that the jew- el box had a double bottom, and when opened there were rows of old and odd coins, which glittered faintly, but enough to show at once that they were of pure gold. A numismatist declared they were gold sequins and worth about 160 pounds. It was a sum which to a young bride a hundred or two hun- dred years ago represented perhaps a fortune. The workman infromed M. Maurice, and the latter told the an- tiquary. As they were all three hon- est men, each wished that the other claim the bride’s treasure They referred the matter to the po- lice commissary, who gave a decision worthy of Solomon. He divided the gold coins into two equal piles and told M. Maurice and the antiquary to take each a pile and then left it to their combined generosity to reward the honest workman. This they did, each giving him a few of the gold sequins, so that all had about an even share in the treasure of the bride. THERE IS A REASON. The Medical Times Explains Why Doctors Oppose Patent Medicines. The Medical Times for April in a moment of frankness explains the whole opposition of physicians to “pat- ent” medicines which are taken with- out a prescription, in the following words: “We will hardly repeat here the specific statement to the effect that in one year $62,000,000 has been ex- pended on patent medicines in the United States. Enough to give every practitioner in the country a yearly income of $2,000. In the face of such facts as these, all talk of love of hu- manity, altruism, self-abnegation and the like becomes cheap and nauseat: ing. It appears to us that such bun+ combe should give place to homely common sense.” Reliable authority states that the gross amount of the “patent” medi- cine business is about $40,000,000 in- stead of $62,000,000 but taking the Medical Times’ figures as correct they represent an outlay of considerably less than $1 per capita for home medi- cation. The cost of doctors’ fees ex: elusive of medicines except such as are dispensed for the same period, probably was approximately $230,000,- 000. This is reached by allowing an average income of $2,000 to each of the 115,000 physicians in the United States. Even allowing that a gross business of $62,000,000 is to be divid- ed between 115,000 physicians the in- come of each would not be increased more than $540. Innocent Joys of Youth, “Gracious, Fanny!” exclaimed a mother to her little daughter, “why are you shouting like that? Why can’t you be quiet like your brother?” “He’s got to be quiet,” replied Fan- ny. “He's playing papa coming home late.” “And who are you playing?” “Oh, I’m playing you.” SHIP YOUR CREAM to Crescent Creamery Co., St. Paul, Minn. Write to-day for tags and prices. A Perfectly Peaceful Person. Gaylord—I think it’s frightfully overdone, you know, all this nonsense about mothers-in-law. Brightman—Yes. Gaylord—Ever have any trouble with yours? Brightman—No, she died quietly enough. 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. Given Diplomatic Warning. The Clergyman — You should seek work, my friend. You know, Satan charge of burglary, preferred by the manager of the Hagarty Drug com- pany. For some time the manager has been aware that the store was be- ing systematically robbed. A watch- man was employed who remained in- side the building. He caught Vaugh. ers in the act. Fire starting in a hot box in a card machine at the south linen mills of the Black Hawk Linen Mill company at St. Paul Park destroyed the build- ing. The fire entailed a heavy loss on machinery and stock and threw fifty people out of employment. Charles Watkins was found dead hanging by a rope made from part of his bed clothing in his cell at the workhouse at Minneapolis. Watkins would have been released from a ten- day sentence for drunkenness three sours after his body was found. finds employment for idle hands. The Hobo—Thanks, kind sir. Many times before I’ve been advised ter go ter de devil, but never in sich dipply matic langwidge. SNUG l DODDS » eae iy 5 Ole "ny “ le