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CHAPTER V.—(Continued.) “As you will,” he grunted, and then conversation came to a sudden end. He jumped up at length, with a hur- ried apology, and pushed his chair to- ward the table. “I'll be back to tea if possib: he said, and was gone. “Don’t m much interested in the x woman upstairs,” Mrs. Mawgan xéd, sententiously, when the door closed behind her son. “And a good thing, too.” “Why a good ..ing?” Esther ques- tioned, without looking up. “Because one is always more or less about these romantic episodes, y call them so,” and Mrs. Maw- Esther laughed. The idea of Clem- ent falling in love with Marion West had never occurred to her. Even if it had accurred to her, she would not he been troubled, for she had con- ce d a strong liking for the brave, sweet-eyed girl who had been flung on their charity. “I don’t think there is anything to laugh about,” Mrs. Mawgan went on, severely. “Clement is a young man yet; the girl has some claim to good look there can be no doubt. I be- lie your brother was chiefly instru- mental in saving her life. Hence, I repeat, I am glad he shows no par- ticular interest in her. Anything in the shape of a romantic regard might be mischievous in the extreme.” “It might give him some interest in life, which he evidently lacks at pres- ent.” “Don’t talk nonsense, Esther. For Clement to marry a nameless nobody would be a calamity.” ‘Not necessarily. A good woman might be an inspiration to him.” “Stuff and nonsense,” and Mrs. Mawgan rose hastily to her feet. “And what is more, Esther, do try to e the unwisdom of singing the pra of that young woman in your brother’s ears,” and with this parting shot she swept out of the room. It had been dark an hour when Clement returned, accompanied by Grayton. They were both in excellent spirits, judged by appearances, They had spent the day in the service of their fellows, and were now reaping the reward that always grows out of a generous action. Afternoon tea was served in the drawing room, and thith- er the young men made their way. Esther sat behind the tea tray looking very sweet and animated. Mrs. Maw- gan was ensconced in an easy chair near the fire. The curate came for- ward a little diffidently, as if not quite sure of his position. He was a hand- some athletic young fellow, with a frank open face, dark brown hair htly inclined to curl, eyes deeply set and rather wide apart, lips well shaped, firm, and mobile, and a chin that indicated decWed strength of character. He was dressed in a dark tweed suit of unclerical cut, spoke in a strong musical voice, and was de- void of the smallest trace of profes- sionalism, Mrs. Mawgan received him politely, but without any display of warmth. Esther. covered the situation by ask- ing him if he were frozen and then ssing him a cup of tea. He took » teacup from her hand and then looked at her, but she did not meet his eyes, though a careful observer might have seen the color deepen on her cheeks. Mrs. Mawgan was not) greatly en- amored of the curate. She was rath- er scandalized by his tweed suit. A clergyman, she contended, should dress like a clergyman always, and under all circumstances. Then, too, he had certain democratic tendencies which rather jarred on her sensitive nerves. He lacked the aloofness which she thought so well became a clergyman. He brought+ himself too much on a level with the common people. He not only visited the cot- tage folk in a proper and professional way, but occasionally sat by their firesides a whole evening and smoked and discussed politics and dissent and other interesting topics. He had even been known to don oilskins and spend a night in their boats fishing. But his worst offense in Mrs. Mawgan’s eyes was an evident liking for her daugh- ter Esther’s company. In this she scented danger. There was no deny- ing he was a taking fellow — hand- some, clean-limbed, and free from all cant and hypocrisy. But he was only a curate and never likely to get much higher in his profession. She had been at some pains to get at his fam- ily history, and she had discovered that his father was in “trade” in a northern town and in a small way of business, that one of his brothers was a solicitor’s clerk, that his mother’s people were ordinary “mill hands,” and that he himself had been ordain- ed without a university training. With such a record she felt that any intimacy between him and her daughter must be guarded against at every point. For the last six months she had never once invited him to Mawgan Chase, and on the few oc- casions he had come uninvited she had been careful to show no unneces- sary cordiality. On the present oc- casion Clement had evidently invited him, and so, as mistress of Mawgan Chase, she was bound to treat him “The Shadow Between” ———— BY SILAS K. HOCKING. / with civility, but she was careful to throw no warmth into her welcome. From her easy chair by the fire she carefully scrutinized Esther’s every look and movement. Nothing escaped her notice, Esther felt that her moth- er’s eyes were upon her, and was strictly on her guard. They had never discussed the mat- ter in any way, but she guessed ac- curately enough what was in her mother’s mind. She wished some- times she could as clearly read Mr. Grayton’s thoughts. She had little, if any, of her mother’s pride. Mere ped- igree was nothing in comparison with moral worth. A man was to be meas- ured by the name his ancestors bore, and with this simple bit of philosophy dominating her mind she never con- cerned herself in the smallest degree about Mr. Grayton’s family. That she admired the man she admitted with but slight reserve. Nearly everybody admired him. He had all the quali- ties that won men’s respect. He was not a great preacher, not eloquent in any rhetorical sense, not highly edu- cated; but he was genuine, manly, and sincere. For some reason she was always a little shy in his presence, and her shy- ness tended to reserve. To-day, with her mother’s eyes upon her, she was more than usually reticent, and scarcely met his eyes once. Clement did most of the talking. The events of the day had interested him to the point of excitement. He felt that life would be worth living if all the days would unfold to him some plan of service. “You will be glad to hear,” he said, passing on a cup of tea to his mother, “that the missing boat has turned up safe and sound.” “Oh, I am_ so glad,” Esther eagerly. “They lost their bearings pretty completely in the fog, and drifted out to sea. This morning they were al- most out of sight of land. However, this afternoon news arrived that they had landed at Iffey Cove.” “What a terrible time they must have had!” Mrs. Mawgan remarked, quietly. “They were all pretty well famish- ed and nearly frozen; but it is a re- lief to know they are alive. There are only eight now unaccounted for— three passengers and five of the crew.” “I fear these will have to be given up as lost,” Grayton observed; “pos- sibly to-morrow’s tide will settle the matter.” “Are all of the poor people doing well?” Mrs. Mawgan questioned. “Nearly all. Several of them are leaving to-night in company with their friends. How is your patient getting on?” “Very well, I believe. Esther sees much more of her than I do. I am no good at nursing. I have neither the strength nor the ability.” Grayton turned and looked at Es- ther inquiringly. ‘Oh, yes, I think she is doing as well as can be expected,” Esther an- swered. “Of course she is_ terribly bruised and shaken, and it will be a day or two before she gets out of bed, but nothing serious is to be appre- hended.” “Tam glad. Your brother tells me you are very much interested in her.” “I am, rather. You will be when you see her. She is quite out of the common, I can assure you.” “Have you discovered her friends yet?” “She never mentions them.” “Strange, isn’t it?” “It is, rather. The truth is, I am getting quite curious.” “I don’t think she is exactly a lady,” Mrs. Mawgan interposed. “She may not conform to the con- ventional pattern in all respects,” Esther replied, with spirit. “But Iam sure——” “Don’t be sure of anything, Esther,” her mother snapped. “You cannot possibly know, and you must be aware that all the evidence points to what I say.” “Mother has her own standards,” Esther said, quietly, “so we had bet- ter not discuss the matter,” and with an appealing glance at the curate she rang for more hot water. Meanwhile Marion West was lying quite still, listening in dreamy fashion to the low hum of voices in the room below her. She had scarcely moved for the day, and she had rarely been. more than half awake. The pain was grad- ually leaving her, but she had never felt so overwhelmingly tired before in said, her life. She was too utterly weary to think, Outside the wind was soughing softly in the trees; that and the voices below were the only sounds that broke the stillness. In a vague way she began to wonder what was to become of her. This, alas! was not her journey’s end. She wished it had been. She thought of the previous evening and the awful moments that followed the striking of the vessel. She ought to feel grateful, she supposed, that her life had been saved, but she was not at all sure she did. Life for its own sake; life without .home or friends or kindred; life in a strange land and among strange people hardly seemed worth having. 4 “If they had let me drown it would have been a peaceful ending,” she said, with a sigh, and the unbidden tears welled into her eyes. The voices ceased at length in the room kelow. The men had evidently taken their departure to some other part of the house. “I wonder what the brother is like?” she mused. “I like his sister. She is kind and good. The mother will be glad when I am able to leave. Shall I be able to leave to-morrow, I won- der? I must face the world again; and the sooner the better. It will be a satisfaction to know the best or the worst. I wonder why I was ever born!” and the tears welled over her eyelids and dropped on her cheeks. ‘T’'m silly to ery, of course,” she said, a little petulantly; “I ought to try and be strong. I don’t suppose I am worse off than the others, but the world is a lonely place.” Then the sound of muffled footsteps sounded in the corridor outside, and she dashed her hands swiftly across her eyes. But the traces of tears still remained when a few moments later Esther came and stood by her bedside. , ) CHAPTER VI. Transfigured. By the following morning Marion began to feel more like herself. A long sleep, following a quiet and rest- ful day, had soothed her nerves and refreshed her spirits. When Eliza brought her an early cup of tea she struggled into sitting position with a grimace or two, and then burst out laughing. “You're better, mum, bain’t you?” Eliza questioned, sympathetically. “Oh, yes; I’m ever so much better. I think I shall get up directly.” “Not yet, mum. The house’ll be as cold as cold before the fires be light- d.” ; “Do you think I shall need a fire?” “Why, of course, mum. It’s just miserable outside. The trees ‘ave been drip, drip all night, like spirits walkin’ on a wet floor. I heard Mr. Grayton say las’ evenin’ that the weather was most melanjoly—Mr. Grayton’s the curate, you know. He was here to tea yesterday. I reckon he wanted to stay to dinner, but I s’pose he weren’t asked;” and Eliza went and drew aside the window cur- tains and pulled up the blinds, after which she proceeded to light the fire. Marion watched her with an amus- ed light in her eyes. She saw that Eliza was bursting to unburden her soul of the family history past and present. She resolved, however to give her no encouragement. Esther would tell her all that she need know. _ The doctor called again during the forenoon, and after lunch Esther as- sisted her to dress. There was much laughter and many protests during this process. Marion’s clothes had been so soaked with salt water that they were unwearable, and so she was reduced to the necessity of borrowing from her new friend. Marion hardly recognized herself when she stood before a tall mirror. So dainty or so becoming a tea-gown she had never worn before. Out in the Far West utility was the thing chiefly aimed at. Art and fashion had to take a very secondary place. She blushed conspicuously when she surveyed herself. She was un- conscious of the striking effect of be- coming attire, conscious of her own improved looks, “I feel a perfect fraud,” she said, with a laugh, “and, indeed, I am ashamed of myself. I wish you had not lent me these beautiful things.” “But you have beautiful things of your own?” _ “J have some nice things in my trunk——” Then her face clouded suddenly and a painful look came into her eyes. “Do you think the Ne- praska will ever be raised?” she ques- tioned. (To Be Continued.) THE CRUELTY OF WAR. The Fate of the Mindanao by Cannon and Fire. It is part of the war’s destruction, “when unable to capture, spike your enemy’s guns.” The port at Cavite was equipped with a battery of the latest improved Krupp cannon, every one of which we wound with a ban- dage of guncotton. Guncotton looks just like cube sugar strung on copper wire. When each gun had a string of it around its middle we switched on the current and the deed was done. They were effectually choked, resem- bling long rolls of butter that had been grasped between the thumb and finger, leaving an encircling depres- sion. Of course, it was a shame and a pity, just as it was a pity and a shame to treat the Mindanao as we did. She was a beautiful transport, fresh from Spain, her cargo still aboard, and during the battle she had been run up on the shoals off Las Pines and aban- doned. That very day, before the sun had set, as if our engines were play- ing “Behold El Capitan!” we steamed out and our for’ard turrets sent two eight-inch shells full length, clean through and through her, then whirled majestically and repeated the salute from our aft turrets. In the morning she was still there, and we sent the little Concord out to set her on fire. She burned for a week, and I never looked toward her devouring flames without wondering how much provision they were oon- suming; but we are obeying orders. They distinctly read, “Engage and de- stroy.” |THE GREEN BUG THE NEW CHORUS GIRL FINDS | ~ PEST OF THE GRAIN FIELD)" "Ps. Has Ravaged Parts of the South, But Is No Real Menace to The green bug was reported in Eu- rope for the first time in 1852, in which year it was described in an Italian journal under the name of Aphis graminum by Dr. C. Rondani. It was reported then as feeding on oats, wheat, spelt, various grasses and corn. In 1863 it was redescribed by Passerini and placed in Koch’s genus Toxoptera. In 1884 it was reported as infesting parts of Hungary, and re- ferred to as one of the most destruc- tive enemies of barley in that coun- try. As far as known it first occurred in the United States in 1882. We have no absolute proof that this insect was brought to us from southern Europe 1. Winged Male. 2. Egg-Laying beyond the fact as emphasized by Per- gande (Bul. No. 38, Bureau of Ento- mology, U. S. Dept. Agric., 1902) that if it were indigenous we would have observed it upon grain from the earli- est time grain was grown here, where- as, it was not observed here until 1882, and then in states bordering upon the Atlantic ocean. In 1884 it was found in limited num- bers on wheat in Maryland. In 1885 F. M. Webster of the United States entomological bureau, at that time sta- tioned at Oxford, Ind., made some in- teresting insectary observations upon this louse, reporting that the winged females produced from one to four young a day, while the wingless females produced more rapidly. He states that an imago female in his in- sectary produced “37 offspring in 18 days, and at the end of this time some of the offspring were themselves grandmothers!” In 1890 it was found in injurious numbers on wheat in Indiana and in certain sections of that state the oat crop was a failure through its rav- ages. In the same year they were found spreading abundantly through some of the southern states, Tennes- see, North Carolina, Texas, Missouri, Kentucky, and also Illinois. In 1900- 1901 Texas suffered severely, as did Missouri in a less degree. The mild winter preceding the sum- mer of 1907 in the south, followed by a late, cool spring, conditions favor- able for the increase of the green bug (it is claimed that Toxoptera_ will ENEMY OF THE GREEN BUG. 1, Lysiphiebus, sp. a parasite on grain lice. 2. Lysiphlebus sp. attack- ing grain plant louse. 3. Louse in which the full-grown parasitic larva can be seen. 4. A green bug killed by a parasite. breed freely in a temperature rang- ing from 100 degrees F. to below freezing) and unfavorable for its chief parasite, gave the former a splendid start, and the parasite did not do ef- fective work in consequence until too Jate. Practically the same weather ‘conditions prevailed in 1890 and 1901, the dates of the preceding outbreaks. In 1907: east central Texas first re- ported green bugs in January on fall oats, and by March 27 they were pres- ent in destructive numbers. An agent of the department of agriculture found it in Arkansas in March on wheat, also in Oklahoma, March 30 the same worker found it in Kansas. Quoting from a department report as to conditions in Kansas: “By March Northern Sections.—By Prof. F. L. Washburn, Entomologist, Minnesota. 27 the green bugs developed winged adults in great numbers, and these seemed to drift northward.” A later report from Kansas states that winged migrants were being produced there as late as January 31, 1908. The arti- ficial introduction of parasites into infested fields by the government was without practical results, for wherever they were introduced countless num- bers of parasites were found to be al- ready there. Oklahoma lost in 1907 through the work of the “green bug” over $10,000,000. This is a very con- servative estimate. All plant lice are not only influenced adversely or the contrary by weather conditions, but they are subject to THE GREEN BUG. Female. 3. Eggs of the Green Bug. the attacks of numbers of predaceous and parasitic enemies. - Among the former are Syrphid flies, two-winged insects, which place their eggs among the colonies, the eggs hatching into hungry maggots which consume large numbers of lice. The so-called “lady birds,” beetles belonging to the family Coccinellidae, do the same thing, their grubs or young devouring enormous numbers of aphids. Among their parasitic enémies the most prominent, in fact the parasite through whose work in normal years both Toxoptera and Macrosiphum are kept in check, is a small four-winged hymenopterous insect, Lysiphlebus tri- tici which, upon the advent of warm weather in the south last summer, rap- idly increased and reduced the hordes of lice. This insect we found in the north, last summer, and reared it re- peatedly from Toxoptera. Unfortun- ately L. tritici does not reproduce freely at low temperatures; below 56 degrees F. it is said to We inactive or, as Webster puts it, it is active only when the temperature is 25 degrees above that at which the green bug breeds freely. The method of attack on the part of this parasite is shown in Fig. 2 of one of our illustrations, and represents an individual of Lysiphlebus sp. in the act of oviposit- ing in a specimen of M._ granaria. Normally L. tritici, as observed by us, approaches Toxoptera very deliberate- ly, generally from behind, though fre- quently from the front, and oviposits with but little, or at least without ef- fective resistance on the part of that louse; but Macrosiphum appears to be more on the defensive, and a foe requiring finer tactics. This may ac- count for the method of attack as shown. The egg placed in the body of the louse, hatches in a few days. The larva feeds upon the tissues of its host, preventing, it is elaimed, any great production of young, and in this way, even before the death of its host, doing much to check the increase of the'pest. Later, about a week from hatching possibly the parasite has at- tained its full size, and with the prop- er light and magnification. can be dis- tinguished through the body wall of its host, Fig. 3. The body of the louse swells, the individual dies, the skin darkens and hardens, and in a short time the little parasite emerges as a four-winged fly from a round hole cut in the abdominal wall of the dead in- sect, Fig. 4, prepared to mate and carry on the good work, if only the weather will permit. Millions of this genus of parasites are in our fields, working not only upon Toxoptera, when present, but upon some other plant lice, notably Macrosiphum, and in ordinary years are the principal means of keeping these pests in check. It is an encouragement to know that young lice destined to be winged are frequently parsitized; hence, when the imago migrant flies to other fields, it frequently carries the beneficial insect with it. It is worthy of note also in connection with the subjects of parasitism, that we find in As between the quietness of home and the glare of the footlights, Mrs. David Lindenborn, wife of a wealthy art dealer of New York, said she had chosen the latter. Mr. and Mrs. Lin- denborn now are living apart, and, reassuming her former professional title of Bertie Martin, she will return to the stage as a member of the chorus of a musical review which, af- ter an opening performance in Atlan- tic City, is to go to New York. “My former experience on the stage,” said Mrs. Lindenborn, “was of rather brief duration. I contracted to appear in the chorus of ‘El Capitan’ PERGIDAVID .LINDENSOEN, when De Wolf Hopper took the comic opera to London. The members of the chorus were asked to go second class to England. I refused, paid the difference, voyaged first-class on the steamer and then brought suit in Lon- don against Mr. Hopper for that differ- ence. I lost the case, however, and re- turned to New York, where I appeared for three weeks with Rogers Brothers. On my voyage to Europe I met Mr. Lindenborn, and shortly after my re- turn I again went to London and we were married there eight years ago. “After our return to New York city I frequently appeared in society. But society bored me to extinction almost. They drink more in society than I care to. I prefer the activities of the stage to bridge whist and the other so-called diversions of society’s empty and unsatisfing world.” COWBOY BARONET WHO IS | GOING BACK TO ENGLAND | 6IR GENILLE CAVE-BROWNE-CAVE The celebrated cowboy baronet, who is homeward-bound after thirteen years of adventure and hardship in the Wild West. A weather-beaten, power- ful, deep-chested man in the prime of life, the baronet is affectionately known as “Kitty” throughout Arizona, New Mexico, Wyoming and Colorado. How Strange. It is related that a woman who vis. ited the British museum recently said to an attendant: “I have been looking about for a skull of Oliver Cromwell. Have you no skull of Cromwell here?” “No, madam,” the attendant answer- ed. “How very odd!” she exclaimed; “they have a fine one in the museum at Oxford.” Wise Ma. “Ma, why don’t you keep out of the parlor? Things are running smoothly now.” “You ain’t engaged yet, daughter, the north climatic conditions which] ang your ma knows from experience are directly opposed to any disastrous|that a young man who finds things outbreak of grain plant lice. In other running too smoothly is apt to get words, we have cold winters and warm summers, the first factor preventing any undue increase of lice unattended by parasitism, and the warm sum. mers allowing of a a rapid increase of parasites before the lice have gained much headway. — bored and quit.” The Feminine Version. The lady magnate from her stand Ne’er budged; But bade the public out of hand Be fudged!