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—— By SILAS K. CHAPTER VII.—(Continued). At Truro he purchased several pa- pers and a magazine and took them to her compartment. “I feel strongly tempted to go all the way with you,” he said impulsively. “Why?” “To take care of you.” “Out in my country girls are taught to take care of themselves.” “But you are so young and friend- less. “T am gradually getting better of the first disability,” she said, smiling pathetically; “and as for the other, I must take my chance?’ He was strongly tempted to kiss her hand when he said good-by, but refrained. He remembered the night of the wreck, when he and the butler carried her ups rs and her cheek came close to |} He had not quite got o the sensation yet, and there- fore ued that the prudent course 2 the safe course.~ waved her hand and smiled when the train glided out of the sta- tion. He fancied he saw tears in her eyes, but he was not quite sure. He stood for some time staring across the viaduct where the train had dis- ared; then with a half smothered , he turned away and wandered down into the city. The rain d and the shopkeepers were ning to display their goods out- their doors. had nothing particular to do no business of any importance to would She app si transact. He called on a young solic- of his acquaintance and spent an hour in his office, talking chiefly about the weather. Then he went out and strolled about the town till lunch tir nm an acquaintance took him off to his club, and he chatted and read the papers until tea time. After tea it was time for him to make his way back to the station. It 7 o'clock when he reached Mawegan Chase, and the rain was coming down in drifts again. He was glad to see the lights in his own win- dows, but he was painfully conscious of a sense of oppression—not to say lejection He had been fighting st the feeling all day. He was annoyed that anybody—particularly a woman—had the power to cheer him or depress him. He knew if Marion West had been in the house he would have thrown open the door with a h more buoyant spirit. He was sure that he would find the evening intolerably dull, Esther met him in the hall with a min her hand. “This came an ter you lefi this morning,” she “Do you think we ought hour explained. © open it?” He took it and read: St. Chloe.” awkward,” he remarked, knitting his brows. “It may require an immediate answer.” “I did not like to open it on my own responsibility,” Esther said, “and mother refused to advise me one way or another.” “And, ef course, the post is gone?” “Oh, s, an hour ago.” “It's rather a pity that I went on to Truro. Of course, it is too late now to do anything.” “You might get a telegram through if you make haste.” He looked at his watch and shook his hesd. “At any rate,” he said, “I’ll risk opening the telegram. It must be the right thing to do under the cir- cumstances,” and he inserted his fore- finger and tore open the envelope. ther watched him narrowly as he unfolded the flimsy, and was quick to note the troubled look that swept over “West, Maw- Clem, what is it about? she inquired. “A bit of bad news for Miss West,” ‘he said, without raising his eyes. “Mr. Mayhew is dead.” “Dead?” He handed her the telegram, which ‘read: “Don’t come. Mayhew dead. {Letter following. —Pinder.” “What a pity she did not write jsooner!”” “That was my fault,” he answered sharply. “No, no. She did not want to write at all.” “But if I had advised her to write a ‘week ago she would have done it. I ‘wonder where she is now? If harm befalls her I shall blame myself.” “Oh, that is nonsense, Clem. We did all that strangers could be ex- spected to do.” He looked at her for a moment in silence. Then the first dinner gong sounded and he hurried upstairs to his own room. CHAPTER VIII. An Anxious Day. Clement quite expected that the post next morning would bring a let- ter from Marion, and that possibly the afternoon would see her back again at Mawgan Chase. He reasoned that she would reach Exeter fairly early in the day, and she would proceed at once to the address given, where she would discover that Mr. Mayhew was dead and that her father’s letter had been returned to Mawgan Chase. HOCKING. farther, he concluded that Mr. Pinder, into whose hands her letter to Mr. Mayhew had fallen, would either take her to his own house or direct her to a suitable Carrying the argument hotel. In either case he felt sure she would write a letter to him or to his sister before bedtime, and the next morning she would take train back again to claim her father’s letter and to consult him as to what she should do next. if Having reached this conclusion while dressing, he went down to din- ner in a comparatively cheerful frame of mind, Esther seemed a little wor- ried and wanted to talk about their late guest, but Clement treated the matter apparently with supreme in- difference. He was not consciously a hypocrite, though he did ‘believe that under the circumstances a little pre- tence was justifiable. He had railed against wqmen with unnecessary ve- hemence for so long, had protested times without number that no woman should ever be allowed to awaken his interest again, that he felt he could not throw this role aside suddenly without subjecting himself to consid- erable humiliation. Moreover, he felt he had already gone too far in revealing his feelings. The telegram caught him off his guard. He feared he had shown agi- tation. In any way he had expressed himself in a way that was open to misinterpretation. This would have to be corrected, and the sooner he be- gan the better. He was a little bit ashamed of himself. He knew it would be much more honest and he- roic to confess the truth and face all the consequences. There was, after all, nothing to be ashamed of in con- fessing to anxiety under the circum- stances. Marion was only a girl, as he had too often told himself, and he had undoubtedly spent a good deal of time in her company, and he might show concern now without exciting remark. On the other hand, the opportunity for correeting any wrong impression was too good to be missed. His moth- er’s keen and anxious eyes were upon | him. Esther often saw more than she eared to reveal. She had been a little incautious up to the present, and if he were not careful his peace of mind might be permanently destroy- ed. Hence he was resolved to let them see that he was unaffected by the experiences of the last few weeks, and he did his best to persuade him- self that his interest in Marion West was what any ordinary individual might feel. “Tt really is awfully hard on the poor girl,” Esther said, as if speaking to herself. Clement looked up from his plate and smiled. “I don’t know why Clem,” Esther continued. case seems almost tragic.” “It is hard, no doubt,” he answered, with pretended indifference. “But no harder for her than for thousands and tens of thousands of others, and you do not worry about them.” “{ should if I knew them. Know- ing a person makes all the difference. Marion is so awfully young and inex- perienced to be flung adrift upon the world. Besides, I’ve got. to be very fond of her.” “That is foolish, Esther, as I have told you before,” her mother chimed in, severely. “You should never grow interested ina mere stranger—here to-day and gone to-morrow. This girl can never be anything to you—the chances are you will never see her again.” “I would not say that, mother,” Clement remarked, mildly. “Her fath- er’s letter will be sent back here, and she may return for it.” “When it can be sent to any part of the kingdom for a penny? Don’t talk nonsense, Clement.” “Also, she may wish to consult you about her future. She has great faith in your judgment, and she has proved the kindness of your heart.” Mrs. Mawgan looked up suddenly and met her son’s eyes. The compli- ment evidently pleased her. “What does she know about my judgment?” she questioned, in less frigid tones. “I suppose she has kept her eyes open,” he said with a laugh. “And you think it possible she may return here? I sincerely hope she will do nothing of the kind. She has no claim upon us, and you know how the very name ‘West’ irritates me.” “Of course, we may never see her again,” he said, with pretended indif- ference. “But in the chances of hu- man life no one knows what may happen.” “I should be very sorry if I thought we should never see her again,” Esth- er interposed. “It would be quite out of reason. She was given to us by the sea, and she belongs to us——” “Esther! Esther!” Mrs. Mawgan in- terrupted. “When will you get those fantastic notions out of your head and learn a little practical common sense?” “{ don’t think the notion tastic at all,” Esther you smile, “To me the is fan- replied with pecially as you have taught ‘| us to believe in an overruling Provi- dence. Here is a friendless girl | thrown on our mercy and compassion. -Had the good God, who watches over the fatherless orphan, no hand in the matter? Clearly she needs a friend. Who else in this parish is so able to befriend her?” “And we have befriended her,” Mrs. Mawgan said, shortly. ““No one can say. we have failed in our duty.” “Quite right mother,” Clement re- marked, and then the subject dropped. After dinner Esther went off to the drawing room alone. Mrs. Mawgan remained with Clement. “I do think Esther is quite silly over that girl,” she said, with asperity. Clement struck a match and lighted his pipe, which saved him the neces- sity of an immediate reply. “I don’t deny that she is pretty, and that her manners, on the whole, are quite captivating.” “And quite ua-English,” he jected, pulling hard at his pipe. “J quite agree with you, Clement. For my own part, I much prefer our English reserve.” “Yes!” “TI em glad to see you are not much taken with her.” “Why should I be, mether?” inter- “Exactly! That is what I have said myself. I do hope, if ever you do marry, you will marry an English lady.” “My experience of English ladies “Now, Clement,” she “don’t rail. Yeu have had experience of one lady. But all English women are not like Edith Tremayne.” “Oh, we'l, let us not discuss the matter, mother.” “There you go again, Clement. Why need you be so hard and cynical? Do you know I have been in a strait be- twixt two?” “No, I was nct aware.” “I was glad, in one sense, to see you unbend end take an interest in the young perscn who has been here; it scemed to indicate that your heart was not quite dead. On the other hand, I was a little afraid she might captivate your fancy and lead you too far.” “You are no longer afraid, I pre- sume?” : interrupted, “No; I think you are quite safe now,” she said, with a smile. “Some day I hope to see you happily mar- ried to some English girl of family and fortune,” and, kissing him on the forehead, she left the room. Clement hurried downstairs next morning several minutes before the breakfast gong sounded. He heard the postman’s knock while he was brushing his hair, and was curious to know if there was any letter from Marion. He tried to persuade himself that he was only curious, that he was not anxious in the smallest degree, though the quickened beating of his heart seemed to indicate that the word “curiosity” scarcely met the case. (To Be Continued.) PPR SRE TOPSY-TURVY CHINA. Some Things Which strike the Ameri can as Queer. China is the land of paradox. It is an absolute, despotic monarchy, it is also a very democratic country, with its self-made men, its powerful public opinion, and a states’ rights question of its own. It is one of the most corrupt of na- tions, declares Samuel Merwin in Suc- cess; on the other hand, the standard of personal and commercial honesty is probably higher in China than in any other country in the world. Woman in China is made to serve; her status is so low that it would be a discourtesy even to ask a man if he has a daughter, yet the ablest ruler China has had in many centuries is a woman. It is a land where the women wear socks and trousers, and the men wear stockings and robes; where a man shakes his own hand, not yours; where white, nor black, is a sign of mourning; where the compass points south, not north; where books are read backward, not forward; where names and titles are put in regerse order, as in our directories—Theodore Roosevelt would be Roosevelt Theo- dore in China, Uncle Sam would be Sam Uncle; where fractions are writ- ten upside down, as 8-5, not 5-8; where a bride wails bitterly at her wedding, and a man laughs when he tells you of his mother’s death. His Dream of Buried Wealth. For a week past Thomas Wade ,a prosperous farmer in Tuckahoe dis- trict, Henrico county, dreamed each night of a buried box bulging with gold in ingots and ancient coins. The spot where this treasure was secreted was indicated unvaryingly in his dreams by an old stump, which he recognized as being on his farm. Yesterday, with the assistance of Constable I. H. Henley, he went to the place indicated in his dream, and after digging for several hours his shovel struck the traditional “hard metallic substance.” Believing his dream of wealth re- alized Wade fainted from emotion, but the constauble nursed him back to consciousness and, then the box was unearthed and examined. It con- tained three big copper cents of an- cient date and four fishhooks. A Nature Fake. “What's this?” yelled the star. “Green snow? I won’t stand for it.” “You'll have to,” retorted the man- ager. “White paper is so high that I told the- property man to tear up a few stock certificates.” Peop'e object*to being called “ma- chines;” still, machines do pretty good work. FOR THE VACATION SOME HINTS AS TO THE APPRO- PRIATE RAIMENT. . Successful Appearance Counts for Much at the Summer Hotel— The Short Skirt Not Adapted to All Figures. The success or failure of the vaca- tion trip is frequently measured by the raiment of the fair vacationist. This may read like rank calumny of the sex, which presumably has out- grown such narrow things as depend- ence upon clothes for happiness, but “Duster” Under Her Teens. Long Coat or for a Girl the fact remains that the woman who lacks the correct clothes to make a successful appearance on her vacation seldom extracts real pleasure from her outing. A few things well chosen and strict- ly up to date mean more to the vaca- tionist than trunks filled with all sorts of fiimsy frocks refurbished from last season’s finery, or innumerable new gowns flung together without much re- gard for the time, the place or the figure of the girl who is to wear them. Fashion is a decided autocrat this season as to traveling attire, and the girl who looks trim and up to date when she arrives at her destination has half won the battle of popularity at the hotel. First and foremost your traveling HOW TO PATCH GARMENTS. Success of Work Depends Upon the Material Used. Chiefly In the majority of cases the patch is sewed on the wrong side of the garment, although in serges, merino, ‘cashmere, and other woolen goods it is sometimes hemmed or seamed on the right side, having the wrong side over- cast. The success of patching de- pends upon the patch, which must be square and which must match, to a thread, the goods on which it is placed. ‘Many people suggest raveling some of ‘the threads of the material for use, ‘and this is a good plan if they are sufficiently strong to be worked up, but this is often not so, and if this is the case thread which matches the material in quality and color should be used. The edges of the patch should be as flat as possible. Great care must be used not to pucker them when sewing. The finishing touch is to lay a damp ‘cloth over it on the right side and press well, making it so smooth as to ye invisible. The “Botticelli” Hat. London is going mad over the “Bot- ticelli” hat, and certainly for the girl with a clear-cut Botticelli face, oval in shape, and framed by thick, heavily ondule hair, which is parted in the center, nothing can be more effective. Let all others: beware, however, for the new hat has a very high crown, an apology for a brim, and when it is made of verdigris-colored satin, ar- ranged like a high and badly draped hat band of the typical “old clo’,” to which is attached one single inter- rogatory plume, the effect is the most startling of recent years. Cream Serge Suits. The cream serge skirt and coat suit has made its appearance again, with but slight alterations from last year’s models. The woven self stripe is pre- ferred to the plain goods by reason of novelty. The coat remains about the same in style, being box and reefer designs, although a few built on more fancy lines with butterfly sleeves and silk- lined hood are worn. But as a serge suit is for practical wear, the plainer effects are perhaps in’better taste. ‘ suit this season must be tailored, a matching coat and skirt. with a blouse or shirt-waist which at least suggests the coloring of the two-piece suit. If you intend to employ the skirt of your traveling suit for walking expedi- tions and general wear with shirt- waists, then by all means cling to the plaited skirt and leave the circular cut for house dresses only. The circular skirt, especially, if made by a home dressmaker to clear | the ground by several inches, is very apt to sag at the seams, while there is no excuse for this, and little chance, in the straight, plaited skirt. A slim girl, under 20 or a trifle past that age, if she retains her girlish appearance, can wear the new skirt which clears the ground by four inches, but no matronly woman, or girl, whatever her age, of opulent curves should attempt this. . Extreme slenderness alone looks well in the short skirt. And with this must be worn the smartest of ties and plain lisle hosiery. The cutaway coat certainly leads all comers for traveling, and even with the straight front jacket, there is pret- ty sure to be a slight clipping off of the corners. These coats all show the long sleeve and very simple trimming, generally braid. The new traveling hat is quite small by comparison with those shown earlier in the season, but a young girl is justified in wearing a few flowers on her traveling hat, which she covers with a veil, plain chiffon being best form for traveling, and brown leading as a color. The shirt-waist may match the suit in soft surah, messaline or pongee silk, or, if a wash waist is desired, a striped or figured material is chosen, with the stripe or figure matching the suit. With a brown suit, a pongee blouse in natural tone is worn, or with a dark blue suit, a blue and white madras with a tie or jabot bound all the way round with navy blue will be seen. Some of the newest shirt-waists are in white, trimmed with striped material, applied in the form of bias bands. A well-gowned woman this season does not wear the elbow sleeves in coat or blcuse when traveling. In fact, word comes from Paris that, save on the evening gown, dinner frock or waist for home wear, no elbow sleeves are seen. The long sleeve is worn whenever a woman steps across her own threshold. A most useful traveling coat for the littlest girl of the family is shown. It can be developed in three-quarter or full length and in cloth or silk. It should be finished in very simple fash- ion with stitching, bias bands or flat braid. Never load a child’s traveling coat with embroidery or lace. And if the weather promises to be very warm and the trip is not too long, use linen instead of cloth. These little linen coats or dusters are invaluable for the youthful traveler. ON NOOO cette a a Caractere IN MAUVE CREPE DE CHINE. Costume That Embodies Some Decid- edly New Ideas. The skirt to this bodice is slightly trained, perfectly plain and with slot seams. Mauve crepe de chine is the material employed in its construction and the bodice and sleeves, formed almost entirely of deep tucks, have a sort of jacket arrangement of heavy lace dyed to match the material. The square yoke and stock are fine white lace, through which runs a gold thread and the deep girdle is violet chiffon velvet. A hat of straw in same shade as gown has a quilling of self-tone satin ribbon and violets around crown and a facing of violet silk. He Proposes, She Disposes, According to the New York Press, one reason sO Many men get married is they. don’t intend to, but the girl does. Giant Moth of Brazil. The gray and black Agrippina moth of Brazil is 13 inches from wing tip to wing tip. ¥. AN HONEST DOCTOR ADVISED PE-RU-NA. SYLVESTER E. SMITH, Room 218, Granite Block, St. Louis, Mo., writes: “Peruna is the best friend a sick man can have. “A few months ago I caine here in a wretched condition. Exposure and dampness had ruined my once robust health. I had catarrhal affections of the bronchial tubes, and for a time there was a doubt as to my recovery. “My good honest old doctor advised me to take Peruna, which I did and in a short time my health began to im- prove very rapidly, the bronchial trouble gradually disappeared, and in three months my health was fully re- stored. “Accept a grateful man’s thanks for his restoration to perfect health.” Pe-ru-na for tis Patients. | A. W. Perrin, M. D. 8., 980 Halsey | St., Brooklyn, N. Y., says: “TI am using your Peruna myself, and am recommending it to my patients in all cases of catarrh, and find it to be more than you represent. Peruna can be had now of all druggists in this sec- tion. At the time I began using it, it was unknown.” Adopted Humor. Miss Gusch—He’s so awfully wit he makes so many original remar! Don’t you think so? Mr. Knox—No. Miss Gusch—You don’t?) Why? Mr. Knox—Probably it’s because I subscribe to the same comic paper that he reads.—Philadelphia Press. The Roll Call. A teacher asked her class to name five different members of the “cat” family. Nobody answered till at last one little girl raised her hand. “Well?” said the teacher, encourag- ingly. “Father cat, mother cat, and three little kittens?”—Hebrew Standard. ITCHING HUMOR ON BOY His Hands Were a Solid Mass, and Disease Spread All Over Body —Cured in 4 Days By Cuticura, “One day we noticed that our little boy was all broken out with itching sores. We first noticed it on his little hands. His hands were not as b: then, and we didn’t think anyt serious would result. But the next day we heard of the Cuticura Remedies being so good for itching sores. By this time the disease had spread all over his body, and his hands were nothing but a solid mass of this itch- ing disease. I purchased a box of Cuti- cura Soap and one box of Cuticura Ointment, and that night I took the Cuticura Soap and lukewarm water and washed him well. Then I dried him and took the Cuticura Ointment and anointed him with it. I did this every evening and in four nights he was entirely cured. Mrs. Frank Don- ahue, 208 Fremont St., Kokomo, Ind., Sept. 16, 1907.” Sure Proofs. “I should think a clockmaker’s busi- ness was a very uncertain one.” “Why so?” “Because it is a business that runs on tick, and one engaged in it is al- ways sure of a strike coming, with the daily prospect of a wind-up.’—Balti- more American, important to Mothers. Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORIA a safe and sure remedy for infants and children, and see that it Bears the Be Z re Signature of. 4 LH In Use For Over 30 Years. The Kind You Have Always Bought The Big Stick. Mother (surprised)—Why, Johnny, how did you happen to get the merit ecard for good behavior at school this week? Small Johnny—It was like this, mamma. Harry Jones won it, and I told him if he didn’t give it to me I'd punch him.—The Hebrew Standard. PATENTS. List of Patents Issued Last Week to Northwestern Inventors. Reported by Lothrop & Johnson, patent lawyers, 911 Pioneer Press building, St. Paul, Minn.: J. A. Grat- tan, Kempton, N. D., hog gambrel; W. C. and F. W. Hobbs, White Lake, S. D., bin; G. Koch, St. Cloud, Minn., ve- hicle spring; F. M. L Reeve, Elbow Lake, Minn., strainer; C. W. Stark, Mountain Lake, Minn., grass grubber; J. Carlen, Havana, N. D., concrete mixer; G. W. Flowell, Grandin, N. D., grain separator. Stating It Pleasantly. “Never call a man a liar.” “But suppose I catch some fellow in a confounded whopper?” “Suppose you do. Don’t be impetu- ous. Just look him in the eye and say pleasantly, ‘You talk like a weather bureau.’”’—Nashville American. |