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CHAPTER XXI.—(Continued). Yes. There was silence among them, as indeed there would have been in any other assembly when such a pro- posal was made. They were all ashamed, they were all frightened. They noné of them dared submit themselves to this or- deal. And as they looked at their host they saw that a faint and mocking smile was playing about his mouth, and that the eyes above it flamed and shone. Then they heard his voice once more, and the new and subtle quality of mockery had crept into that also. “Ladies and gentlemen, I am wait- ing for one of you to give me an oppor- tunity of proving all that I have told you. My lord, will you not afford me the great privilege of being the first subject of the new experiment?” Lord Malvin Jooked very straightly and rather strangely at Sir William Gouldesbrough. “Sir,” he said, “I am not afraid to display my thoughts to this company, but shall I be the first person who has ever done so? Of course not. You have had other sub- jects for experiment—whether willing or unwilling I do not know.” Once again the guests saw Sir Will- iam’s face change. What strange and secret duel, they asked themselves, was going on before them? How was {t that Lord Malvin and Sir William Gouldesbrough seemed to be in the twin positions of accuser and accused? What was all this? Lorn Malvin continued: “J am ready to submit myself, Sir William, in the cause os science. But { would ask you very, very earnestly if you desire that the thoughts that ani- mate me at this moment should be given to every one here?” Gouldesbrough stepped back a pace, as though some one had struck him. There was a momentary and painful silence. And then it. was that the bishop of East London rose in his place. “Sir William,” he said, “I shall be highly honored if you will allow me to be the first subject. I shall fix my houghts upon some definite object, and then we shall see if my memory is good. I have only just come back from a holiday in the Holy Land, and it will give me a great pleasure to sit in your chair and try and construct some mem- ories of Jerusalem for you all.” With that the bishop stepped down on to the floor of the laboratory and sat in the chair which Sir William in- dicated. The spectators saw the brass cap carefully fitted on the prelate’s head. Then Sir William stepped to the lit- tle vuleanite table upon which the con- trolling switches were; there was a click, shutters rolled over the skylights in the roof, already obscured by the ap- proach of evening, and the electric lights of the laboratory all went out simultaneously. The darkness was profound. The great experiment had begun. ‘ : CHAPTER XxXiIl. The Doom Continues. They were all watching, and watch- ing very inténtly. All they could see was a bright circle of light which flashed out upon the opposite wall. It was just as though they were look- ing at an ordinary exhivition of the magic lantern or the cinematograph. And suddenly, swiftly, these world- worn and weary people of society, these scientists who lived by measure and by rule, saw that dll Sir William Gouldesbrough had said was true—and truer than he himself knew. For upon this white screen, where all their eyes were fixed, there came a pic- ture of the Holy City, and it was a pic- ture such as no single person there had ever seen before. It was not that definite and colored presentment of a scene caught by the camera and reproduced through the mechanical means of a lens, which is a thing with no soul. It was the pic- ture of that Holy City to which all men’s thoughts turn in trouble or in great crises of their lives. And it was a picture colored by the imagination of the man who had just come back from Jerusalem, and who remembered it in the light of the Christian Faith and endowed it with all the power of his own personality. They saw the sharp outlines of the olive trees, immemorially old, as a fringe to the picture. The sun was shining, the white domes and roofs were glistening, the Church of the Holy Sepulchre loomed up large in this vista, seen through a calm tempera- ment and through a vivid memory, and seen from a hill. For a brief space they all caught their breath and shuddered at the mar- velous revelation of the power and magnificence of thought which was re- vealed to them at that moment. And then they watched the changing, shift- ing phantom, which was born from the thought of this good man, with a chill and shudder at the,incredible wonder of it all. The afternoon, as it has been said, was thunderous and grim. While the representatives of the world of art and science had been listening to Str “Vill- ‘Alive or Dead?’ The Strange Disappearance of Gerald Rathbone. By GUY THORNE. iam, the forces of Nature had been massing themselves’ upon the frontier- line of experience and thought. And now, at this great moment, the clouds broke, the thunder stammered; and in that darkened place the white and amethyst lightning came and flickered like a spear thrown from im- mensity. The gong of the thunder, the crack and flame of the lightning passed. There was a dead silence. Still the spectators saw the mapped landscape of the Holy City shining before them —glad, radiant, and serene. And then old Lady Poole dropped her fan, a heavy fan made of ebony and black silk. It clattered down the tier of seats and brought an alien note into the tension and‘the darkness of the laboratory. . Everybody started in the gloom. There was a little momentary flutter of excitement. And as they all watched the gleaming circle of light upon which the brain of the bishop had painted his memories so truthfully and well they saw a sudden change. The whole beautiful picture became troubled, misty. It shook like a thing seen through water at a great depth. Then the vision of the city where our Lord suffered went straight away. There was no more of it. It vanished as a breath breathed upon a window clouds and vanishes. The concentration of mind of the bishop must then—as it was said after- ward—have been interrupted by the sudden sound of the falling fan, for all those celebrated men and women who sat and watched saw dim gray words, like clouds of smoke which had formed themselves into the written symbols of speech, appear in the light. And these were the words: “God will not allow——” At that moment the silence was broken by a tiny sound. It is always the small sound that de- fines blackness and silence. Sir William, who perhaps had real- ized where the thoughts of the bishop were leading him, who had doubtless understood the terror of the naked soul, the terror which he himself had made possible, switched on the light. The whole laboratory was illuminated, and it was seen that the people were looking at each other with white faces. and that folk who were almost strang- ers were grasping each other by the wrist. And the bishop himself was sitting quietly in the chair, with a very pale face and a slight smile. At that mo- ment the people who had come to# catch the visual truth of this supreme wonder rose as ohe man. Voices were heard laughing and sobbing—little choked voices mingled and merged in a cacophony of fear. It was all light now, light and bright, and these men and women of the world were weeping on each other’s shoulders. The bishop rose. “Oh, please,” he said—“please, my friends, be quiet. This is wonderful, this is inexplicable, but we have only begun. Let us see this thing through to the very, very end. Hush! Be quiet! There is no reason, nor fs there any need, for hys- teria or for fear.” The words of the churchman calm- ed them all. They looked at him, they ‘looked at each other with startled eyes, and once more there was a great and enduring silence. Then Sir William spoke. His face was as white as chalk; he was not at all the person whom they had seen half an hour ago, but he spoke swiftly to them. “His lordship,” he said, “has given us one instance of how the brain works, and he has enabled us to watch his marvelous memory of what he has so lately seen. And now I will ask some one or other of you to come down here and help me.” Young Lord Landsend looked at Lady Hosken-Heath and winked. “I shall be very pleased, Sir William,’ he said, in the foolish, staccato voice of his class and kind—‘“I shall be very pleased, Sir William, to think for you and all the rest of us here.” Lord Landsend stumbled down from where he sat and went toward the chair. As he did so there were not wanting people who whispered to each other that a penny for his thoughts was an enormous price to pay. The cap was fitted on his head; they all saw it gleaming there above the small and vacuous face; and then, once more, the lights went out. The great circle of white light upon the screen remained fixed and immovable. No picture formed itself or occurred with- in-the frome of light and shadow. For nearly a minute the circle remained unsullied. Then Lady-Hosken-Heath began to titter. Every one relieved from the tension of the first experiment, joined her in the laugh. They all realized “that young Lord Landsend could not think, and had not any thoughts at all! In the middle of their. laughter, which grew and rose until the whole place was filled with it, the young man, doubtless spurred on by this unaccus- tomed derision, began to think. And what they saw was just this— some one they had all seen before, many times, after dinner. They simply saw, in rather cloudy color, Miss Popsy Wopsy,. the celebrat- ed Gatety girl, alertly disporting her- self on the stage, while baton of the conductor threw a shadow upon the chiffon of her frock. — . And so here was was ‘another bias caught up, classified, and exposed to view. CHAPTER XXIll. Mr. Wilson Guest Makes a Mistake. Mr. Wilson Guest had seen all this many times before. The actual demon- stration would have given him amuse- ment and filled him with the odd se- cret pride which was the only reward he asked from that science which he had followed so long, under different conditions than the present. If Sir William Gouldesbrough had not absolutely prohibited the use of any alcohol upon that day, Guest might have been normal and himself. It was in this matter that Sir William made a great mistake. In his extreme ner- vousness and natural anxiety he for- got the pathology of his subject, and did not realize how dangerous it is to rob a man of his drug and then expect him to do his work. Guest’s assistance had been absolute- ly necessary in the first instance, in order to prepare the various parts of the thought spectrum, and to ensure the proper working of the machinery. But now, when all that was done, when the demonstration was actually going on and everything was working smoothly and well, there was no imme- diate need for Guest’s presence in the laboratory. Accordingly, while Lord Landsend was vainly trying to set his mind in motion, Wilson Guest slipped out by the side door in the dark. He was in a long passage leading to the other experimental rooms, and he heaved a great sigh of relief. High above in the air the thunder could still be heard growling, but the corridor itself, lit by its rows of electric lights and softly carpeted, seemed to the wretch- ed man nothing but an avenue to im- mediate happiness. He shambled and almost trotted to- ward the dining room in the other part of the house, where he knew that he would find something to drink quicker than anywhere else. He crossed the big hall and went into the ted room. No one was there. It was a panelled room, with a softly glowing wood fire upon the hearth, and heavy crimson curtains shutting out the dying lights of the day. Ona gleaming mahogany sideboard were bottles of cut glass, ruby, diamond, and amber; bottles on which the soft fire- light gleamed and was repeated in a thousand twinkling points. A loud sob of relief burst from the drunkard, and he went up to the side- board with an impish greed and long- ing that one sees in some great ape. And now, as his shadow, cast upon the wall in the firelight, parodied and distorted all his movements, there seemed two misshapen and evil crea- tures in the rich and quiet room. It was as though the man, with his huge, hairless face, were being watched and waited for by an ape-like ambassador from the nether regions. Guest clutched the mahogany side- board, and his fingers were so hot that a grayness like that of damp breath on frosted glass glowed out upon the wood—it seemed as if the man’s very touch brought mildew and biight. (To Be Continued.) BURIES TOOTH IN ABBEY. Little American Girl Makes Sure of a Place in Westiminster. * It is hard to beat American children for originality and for getting’ their own way in what they want. They usually know what they want, and mean what they say. A prominent Washington man and his wife went to England to spend the winter, tak- ing with them their small daughter, aged ten years. They traveled for a month, and then took up their resi- dence in London. The little girl was anxious to spend all her time sight-seeing, and she led her governess a weary life while she enjoyed London. But what interest- ed her most in that city was West- minster Abbey, and particularly the Poets’ Corner. She never tired of visiting that one place. One stormy day, in the early spring, she persuaded her governess to take her once more to Westminster Abbey, and on arriving there they joined a large party which was being shown over the abbey by one of the numer- ous guides. When they reached the Poets’ Corner, the guide’s attention was attracted to some other part of the building, and the little girl and her governess were left practically alone. The latter suddenly noticed that her small charge was stooping over and digging a small hole in the cement between the stone flagging with a rusty nail. Very much sur- prised, the governess said nothing, but watched. to see what the little girl was up to. She made quite a hole, and then, glancing around to see that the guide’s back was turned, she care- fully took out of her pocket a small tooth, which the governess instantly recognized as one she had had pulled the week before, and then she buried it deep in the cement. Ther the little girl drew herself up to her full height and exclaimed triumphantly: “Now, one of my bones lies buried ‘in Westminster Abbey!” ‘ A Complete Failure. “J understand Dubley failed in bust- ness yesterday for the fourth or fifth time.” “Haven’t you heard the later news? He shot himself this morning.” “Suicide?” “An attempt, but he failed even at| sweeping victory for the former. that” The plank or joist frame is said to fave originated in the New England states, where they have been found to -stand the storms and weight of snow in winter without collapsing. The side walls should not exceed 20 feet in height, which, with a hip roof will give good storage capacity. For very wide barns purline’ posts should be used, but up to 50 feet the roof is safe if a supplementary truss is placed in the angle of the rafters. In building such a barn, set it if PLATE 2"X12" How to Build a Plank Fraine Barn leaves a 2-inch space between planks; break joints systematically, and spike a 2-inch piece over each joint. The hents are all framed hefore raising, which would take, with a good carpen- ter in charge, and about four men help- ing, two or three days for a 40x60 ft. barn. When the bents are up and well braced, it is best to board up the walls before putting on the roof. Use perpendicular siding, with 3-inch bat- tens, as it is less liable to let in moist- ure and to rot. It would also be best Side View of Plank Frame. possible on land that is level and dry. Set stone or-concrete posts under the frame posts, coming well above the surface of the ground, and. going down to a solid foundation. Between the concrete and the bent post, place a 2-inch plank, to absorb the moisture. These piers and the bents may be from 16 to 20 feet apart, depending upon the nature of the fodder or grain that will be stored in the upper story. On the interior and across the ends of the barn these piers may be set where it is convenient to place posts to sup- port the heavier stringers that will carry the joists for the floor over the stables. The bents are then framed, using plank 2x10 inches for an aver- age-sized building, and 2x8 inches if under average size. Fit the upright and the cross planks together, which to get the joists in place and lay the floor before putting on the roof. When ready to put up the rafters, which should be at least 2x5 inches, cut them to give the lower rafters a square pitch and the upper ones a euarter pitch. The rafters may ter- minate at the plate, and“should be braced well at the joints with 2x4-in. pieces. Erect the end rafters first, stay them well, and proceed with the oth: ers, bracing them firmly with two or more nails to each brace. The projec: tion at the eaves can be given by spik: ing on 2x4-in. pieces. The roof may be of different materials, but if shingles are used, it adds to their durability te dip them in oil or tar before putting them on. If oil is used, it improves the appearance of the roof to add Venetian red to the oil. VENTILATING THE COW STABLE By E. L. Aderhold, Wisconsin The King system of ventilation re- moves the lower layer of air, but does not permit the warm air to escape. In a well constructed stable this insures a rapid change of air without unduly lowering the temperature. ° Outlet flues are built tight, usually of lumber, beginning ‘eight or ten inches from the floor and extending higher than the ridge of the roof to insure a good draft at all times. When made of metal, ice is liable to form on the inner walls. One such flue is suf- ficient for a small or medium sized stable, while a very large one would probably be better served with two flues some distance. apart. The proper capacity of the outlet flue is determined by..the total weight of live stock in the stable, figuring one square foot of cross section inside for each 5,000 pounds of live stock. For instance, if the stock weighs about 20,000 pounds, four square feet would be required, which could be furnished by one flue two feet square, or by two flues 12x24 inches each. Each flue should be provided with a damper for regulating the flow of air when a strong wind prevhils. The lower layer of air at every part of the stable should have an opportunity to flow along the floor to an outlet flue. These flues may be placed where least in the way. If one happens to be placed close beside a cow, she could be pro- tected from draft by a partition several feet high and as long as the cow. Fresh air is admitted through the small flues at the walls, which compel the air to travel upward about four feet, after which it is discharged at the ceiling, where it meets the heat and becomes warmed. This arrange- ment prevents the warm air from flowing out, inasmuch as it will not travel downward against the colder, heavier air outside. These inlet flues are usually four to five inches in di- ameter and are distributed on two 01 more sides of the building, say one every ten or fifteen feet. Where cow: are facing away from the walls I think some of these flues should be extended along the ceiling, so that they will discharge the fresh air directly oven their heads. At present I don’t know how im portant the inlet flues are, as I have seen apparently satisfactory results where only the outlet flues were used and I would urge every dairyman tc install the latter and follow directions closely. Heat in a stable represents food, sc during the winter we can’t afford te waste it. It should be utilized to the fullest extent in warming fresh air. It should not be permitted to flow, leak or be conducted out. That implies a tight ceiling, tight walls, preferably with one or more dead air spaces or some other good insulation. Value of the Grasses—The grasses stand first among plants in their agri- cultural importance. This is particu- larly true of the agriculture of civi- lized countries. In barbarous lands the grasses are not made so much of, as the people live largely by hunting and fishing. The great value of grass is realized by the modern agriculturist. The grass in the fields and pastures is not the only grass there is. Indian corn is a variety of grass and some of the other cultivated crops are varie ties of grasses. It must be re membered, also, that wheat is a grass and that this is a great source of human food. The grass family also in- cludes oats, .rye, barley, sorghum and millet. The numbers of varieties of grasses that have been described by the botanists is about 4,000, and there are other varieties that have not yet been described. Gives What Customers Will Take.— It is generally true that the averag« dairyman will deliver just as poor milk and butter as the average custome will tolerate. A Valuable Food—The egg is stili one of the most valuable foods on the farm. ‘ Plowing Contest Among English Women | decided to try it. NEW STRENGTH FOR OLD BACKS No Need to Suffer Every Day from Backache. Mrs. Joannah* Straw, 526 North Broadway, Canton, S. D., says: “Fo: three years I suf fered everything with rheumatism in my limbs and a dull, ceaseless ach. ing in my back. } was weak, languid, broken with head achéS and dizzy spells, and the kid. ney secretions were thick with solids I was really in 3 critical condition when I began with Doan’s Kidney Pills, and they certain: ly did wonders for me. Though I am 81 years old, I am as well as the average woman of 50. I work well, eat well and sleep well.” Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y- Heartless. First Chauffeur — Pedestrians are very inconsiderate. Second Chauffeur—Yes. When you run over them they don’t even stop to take the auto to a garage for repairs. CUT THIS OUT. Fine Recipe for the Quick Cure of Coughs and Colds. Mix half ounce of Concentrated oi! of pine with two ounces of glycerine and half a pint of good whisky; shake well each time and use in“doses of a teaspoonful to a tablespoonful every four hours. This is the formula prescribed by the renowned throat and lung special- ist who established the camp for con- sumptives in the pine woods of Maine and whose remarkable cures attracted widespread attention among the med- ical fraternity. He declares that it will heal the lungs and cure any cough that is curable and will break up an acute cold in 24 hours. The in- gredients can be secured from any prescription druggist at a small cost and is easily mixed at home. Be sure not to buy the ordinary bulk oil of pine nor patent medicine imitations, as they will produce nau- sea. The real “Concentrated” oil of pine is a product of the laboratories of the Globe Pharmaceutical Co, Dayton, Ohio, and is guaranteed under the Na tional Pure Food and Drug Act. It comes put up for medicinal use in half: ounce vials enclosed in round air-tight cases which protect it from heat and light. Hard Times. Hotelkeeper—Things are so high} don’t see how we’re going to feed the family this winter. His Wife—Dear me! Do you think we'll have to eat with the guests? Love’s Language. Again he crushed her to him. “Darling,” he breathed, “this kiss tells you all that I would say.” Pause. Then: “Did you understand me, dear?” he whispered. Blushing faintly, she replied: “No. Repeat what you said, please.” Beaver on Elk River. “The impression that the beaver i: almost extinct in this country is a mistake,” said George H, Hower o! Vancouver, B. C. “On the Elk river a tributary of the Fraser, in my own province, there are this season thou sands of these little animals, whose fur is so valuable, building their win ter quarters. The Elk river has al ways been a favorite spot for ths beaver, but this year the influx ha: been so marked that even the mos: experienced trapper cannot tel whence they came. There are now a large number o} trappers on the river engaged ir catching them as fast as_ possible most of the skins are shipped to San Francisco, while some go to Montrea and Toronto. From these cities the) will go to other parts of this country; and Europe.” BOTH GAINED Man and Wife Fatten on Grape-Nuts, The notion that meat is necessary for real strength and the foundation of solid flesh is no longer as prevalent as formerly. Excessive meat eaters are usually sluggish a part of the time because they are not able to fully digest their food, and the undigested portion is changed into what is practically a kind of poison that acts upon the blood and nerves, thus getting all through the system. “I was a heavy meat eater,” writes an Ills. man, “and up to two years ago, was in very poor health. I suf- fered with indigestion so that I only weighed 95 pounds. “Then I heard about Grape-Nuts and My wife laughed at me at first but when I gained to 125 , pounds and felt so fine, she thought | She would eat Grape-Nuts too. | “Now she is fat and well and has , Sained 40 pounds. We never have in. ‘digestion any more and seldom fee} , the desire for meat. A neighbor of | ours, 68 years old, was troubled with indigestion for years; was 4 heavy meat eater, and now since he has been ‘eating Grape-Nuts regularly, he says he is well and never has indigestion. I could name a lot of persons who have really been cured of indigestion by changing from a heavy meat diet to Grape-Nuts.” “There's a Reason.” Name given by Postum .Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read the little book, “The Road to Wellville” in pkgs. A spirited competition in plowing took place recently at Brightlingsea Essex county, England, between the daughters of the yachts’ captains who re side there and the farmers’ daughters, and resulted, strange to say, In a