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CHAPTER XI.—(Continued). In the great workshop of the world what place had to be filled even for a day? To the sum total of human hap- piness, of human knowledge, of human possessions; had he contributed any- thing? Had he ever earned the bread he had eaten? Had he ever justified his existence on the earth? It was a painful process of self-ex- amination through which he put him- self, but it was excellent discipline. His mother had often wished that he would rouse himself and display a lit- le energy. He was rousing himself now without her knowledge—rousing himself for a task that she would have execrated haq she known. She marked a subtle change in him; so did Esther; but neither of them knew what it boded. He talked even less than before, but the bitter note of cynicism was absent. He spent more time in the open air, and seemed to find a new interest in the great, gray, monotonous sea, Out on the Beetles the divers and salvage men were at work, trying to | pluck from the greedy maw of the | sea a little of its buried treasure. He felt a personal interest in their work. Some treasures that Marion valued very much were not yet recovered. That fact might remain a link be- tween the woman he loved and St. | Chloe Bay. As the year drew to its close, vague end nebulous suggestions that had floated through his brain like notes in | @ sunbeam began to take definite shape. Desires grew into resolutions; purpose took the place of idle dreams. All unconsciously love was transform- fng him, strengthening him, purifying | him He felt that the man who would win | the love of a noble woman must him- self be worthy—that base and sordid motives could have no place in a scheme that love inspired and sus- tained. There was an eternal order | that could not be violated, a fitness of things essential and immutable. It was on the last day of the old year that Clement made his resolution known. Till his purpose was fixed and se(tled he did not feel free to speak. It required courage to break up the old order, but there was no help for it. He could not begin the new till the old was out of the way. CHAPTER XIil. The Redemption of Self. Mrs. Mawgan and Esther looked up from their work simultaneously. There was something in the tone of Clem- ent's voice that struck them as being peculiar. “You've settled what at last, Clem- ent?” his mother asked, sharply. “My own future, I hope,” he answer- ed, replacing in an envelope a letter that had just arrived. “Whom is your letter from?” she de- manded “A Mr. Richard Jackson.” “Jackson—Jackson! I know no one of that name.” “Very likely, mother. I do not know him myself. But I shall do so in a few The truth is, he my future em- “Your future em—ploy—er? What uonsense is this? Will you explain yourself, Clement?” “I'll try to do so, mother,” he said, with a smile. “The fact is, ’'m going to try to earn my own living. I’ve grown sick and tired of this aimless, purposeless dawdle—this inglorious etruggle day after day to kill time. I want to do something. I’ve vegetated long enough.” “Indeed, Clement!” tone of slight sarcasm. seen Dr. Bell?” “Why should I see Dr. Bell?” he asked. “Such symptoms, ff not checked, may become dangerous. You are evi- dently unstrung. The winter has been and is very trying, I admit. What you need is a tonic. You should call around ang see the doctor at once.” He rose from his chair and leaned his shoulder against the mantlepiece. “Look here, mother,” he said, “the time is past for sarcasm. I knew, of course, you would not approve, or I should have taken you into my confi- dence at the beginning. But this is not a sudden whim. I have tried dur- ing a good many wasted years to live the kind of life you approve. I have endeavored not to@complain. I have gone on killing time, day after day, in the most approved fashion——” “Choice language, I must admit,” she interrupted suddenly. “Wasted years, indeed!—killing time, eh? To look after you mother and sister, to manage the estate in a proper fashion, to live the life of a country gentleman is aimless and purposeless dawdle, is it? Perhaps you will kindly say what you purpose doing.” “With pleasure, mother, when you have got into reasonable frame of mind.” “You need not be rude, Clement. For a young man to insult his mother she said in a “Have you “The Shadow Between” = By SILAS K. HOCKING. is at least bad form. I asked a civil question. !s it fishing or mining that you will engage in? Or do you intend to seek employment as a farm labor- er?” “I fear I lack the necessary training for either of these callings,” he an- swered, quietly and seriously. “But you could learn. You are young and strong, and an extra fifteen or eighteen shillings a week are not to be despised.” “I am to begin at two hundred a year,” he answered, in the same seri- ous tone, “which I think is very hand- some considering that I have had no previous experience. Besides, it may lead the way to someting better. Also, it will leave you agd Esther a little more to live on.” “Your sister has not complained, so | far as I am aware,” was the caustic answer. “And my mother is abundantly sat- isfied, eh?” was the quick response. “Your mother has borne reverse of fortune as a lady should. I have neither lowered my flag nor worn my heart upon my sleeve. My son ap pears to have forgotten what is due to his name and position.” “J am sorry you hold that opinion, mother. My father, I believe, tried to better his fortunes, and so did his father before im.” “But not by taking a situation—not by working for a weekly wage. They would have scorned the suggestion. They indulged in speculation, as gen- tlemen constantly do.” “I think it is much more honorable to earn what you get than win it at a game of chance. The stock exchange, so far as I can make out, is often lit- tle more than a huge gambling sa- loon.” Mrs. Mawgan rose suddenly from her chair and swept out of the room. “When a young man begins to reflect on his father,” she said, severely, “it is time his mother left.” “I expected this storm,” he said to ‘Esther, as he left the mantlepiece and dropped into an easy chair. “By to- morrow she will be in a more reason- able frame of mind.” “But why this secrecy, Clement? You might have given us a hint of what you intended doing.” “ft was afraid to shout until I was out of the wood,” he said with a laugh. “In other words, I did not want to talk about earning my own living until I had found something to do. “And you have really got a situa- tion?” “To be strictly accurate, Sir thony Treleven got it for me.” “And what will you have to do?” “Arrange and catalogue a library, replace missing books and purchase new ones, make a hunt now and then for rare editions, and generally make myself useful.” “And do you think you will like it?” “I don’t know, Esther. I can give it a trial, anyhow.” “I really don’t quite see the necessi- ty of it. We have lived so long to- gether, and so far we have managed to make both ends meet.” “Making ends meet is not every- thing, Esther. Since I left college I have simply Stagnated. It is humili- ating for a healthy young man to drift on the stream of idleness year after year. All around me I see men doing something, contributing their mite to the sum total of the world’s needs, while I just vegitate.” “But why is it you have only now discovered. this?” He blushed slightly and dropped his eyes for a moment. “It is not easy to explain the begin- nings of things,” he said, slowly. “The wind bloweth where it listeth. Impulses come unbidden and una- wares. Purposes take root and grow apparently while you are asleep. I have chafed for years not knowing why; longed for something, not know- ing what. Latterly things have crys- tallized, if you understand. I have been forced to occupy a fresh stand- point, and to look at things in a new light.” “Since when?” “You are inquisitive, Esther,” he an- swered, with an uneasy laugh. ‘But do you remember the days that fol- lowed the wreck of the Nebraska, when Grayton and I were kept busy from morning till night? Well, those days—in spite of the pathos of them— were among the happiest of my life. I was doing something—doing some- thing useful and helpful. The hours sped away like moments, and I came home to my meals feeling that life was worth living.” “But that was only for two or three days. Besides, you were not working for wage. If you were compelled to go to St. Chloe three times a day for a month, I think you would strike.” “Very likely,” he said, laughing; “but you asked me a question and I have given an answer.” “And when Marion West went away the dullness and stagnation were in- tensified?” she questioned, glancing at him from under her eyebrows. “She brightened up things while she was here, there is no denying.” “Do you think we have lost sight of her forever?” “He shook his head slowly; then said, after a long pause, “Why do you ask?” “Oh, I don’t know. An- I suppose it is the element cf mystery and romance that gets hold of one’s heart and im- Diek West’s child adds greatly to the interest of the situation. It seems such a strange Providence that she, of all people in the world, should be thrown into our arms, as it were, I don’t know how you feel, but every day I wonder what has become of her.” “You women are very tender heart- ed where you take,” he said, evasive- ly. “And cat-like where we don’t. Per- haps you are right. But that I am in- terested in this child there is no deny- ing. I keep wondering what mystery her trunk with its silver box contains. It was the silver box that worried her, if you remember. It was to have been given to Mr. Mayhew, as it contained all the necessary papers. I often won- der what those papers are, or what they relate to.” “{ did not know you had such a curious vein in your nature,” he laugh- ed. : “But I have; and, do you know, my hope of seeing Marion West again lies in that box.” “Yes?” he questioned. “Some day the divers may riddle the ship’s hold, or she may break up so completely that the baggage will be washed ashore.” “That is quite possible of course.” “She gave such an exact description of the cowhide trunk that I am sure I should recognize it.” “And what then?” “Why, in the event of its being washed ashore, we should advertise the fact, of course.” “She might never see the advertise- ment.” “Oh, I don’t know. Newspapers par- agraph such things, and there are a hundred ways of people getting to know.” “It would be interesting if anything of the sort should happen.” “You may discover her yourself. You are going to London, I suppose?” “That is so. Mr. Jackson lives in Kensington—Prince’s Gardens, to be exact. I believe he is a wealthy man- ufacturer from Yorkshire or Lanca- shire. Judging by his letter I should say he is a self-made man.” “He may not be any the worse for that.” “He may be all the better. It de- pends largely on the original material. Some self-made men do their forbears credit. Others are an offense.” “As he is fond of books the chances are he is one of the better sort.” “We will hope so. But a man may have a big library and remain an ig- noramus. It would delight mother if I found the man impossible.” On the following morning Mrs. Maw- gan condescended to argue the ques- tion with her son. During a good many wakeful hours she had primed her heaviest guns, and when morning dawned she was prepared to meet him with what she believed to be unan- swerable arguments. Unfortunately her logic proved to be less convincing than she antici- pated; not that her premises were un- sound or her Conclusions faulty, but because Clement deliberately refused to open his eyes to the light. On the third day she brought her emotional batteries to bear on him. Sareasms and syllogisms having both failed, she fell back on her last weap- on ‘of attack. She charged him with being unfeeling and unfilial, wept over her widowhood, and enlarged on her lonely and unprotected life. She dwelt pathetically on the sacrifices she had made so that he might have a univer- sity training, and urged that if he had a spark of humanity in his nature he would not desert her in her old age. It was a trying interview for both, but Clement had nerved himself for the encounter. To yield again would be to render himself contemptible for even his own eyes. Moreover, a new spirit had been awakened in him; a new impulse had come into his life; the dynamic energy of a great and un- selfish love impelled him along the course he was taking. (To Be Continued.) A Common Role. Senator Gilchrist, discussing in Al bany his insurance we said of spec- ulation: “Speculative feces uncertainties, ought to be removed from our life as much as possible. “When I think of speculation I think of a man I know. “This man, a conservative, sudden- ly took to stock gambling. At the end of a flurry I met him one afternoon and asked: “‘Well, were you a bull or a bear to-day?” “Neither, he answered, giving me a sour smile, ‘I was an ass.’” Food for All. After a certain jury had been out ap inordinately long time on a very sim- ple case, they filed into the court room, and the foreman told the judge they were unable to agree on a ver- dict. The latter rebuked them, saying the case was a very clear one, and re- manded them back to the jury room fpr a second attempt, adding, “If you are there too long, I will have to send you in twelve suppers.” The foreman, in a rather irritated tone, spoke up and said: “May it please your honor, you might send in eleven suppers and one bundle of hay.” The Denial Habit. “Now, John,” said the billionaire’s sister. “Well?” “When the rector asks if you take this woman to be your wedded wife please don’t say there’s no truth in the rumor.” of If kisses were poisonous more men and women would commit suicide. GOOD MOTOR SCARF USEFUL WRAP TO BE WORKED IN FINE WOOL. May Be Made Any Width and Length Preferred—Directions for Both the Garment: and the Accompany- ing Fringe. This useful wrap, which should be worked in Shetland or any fine wool, may be made any width and length preferred. Both threads to be taken up through- out. Work a chain the width required, turn, 2 trebles in the sixth from hook, *, pass two, a double crochet in next, 2 trebles in next, and repeat from * for length of chain, ending with a double crochet, 5 chain, turn and work 2 trebles on the last-made double crochet, taking both threads, *, pass the 2 trebles, and into the next double crochet work one double crochet in the chain-stitch past the last 2 trebles, 5 chain, turn, and continue working this last row to and fro for length of scarf, ending with a row of 5 chain into every third stitch, also TRIMMING FOR TULLE FROCK. Heavy Soutache Over Pink Makes Effective Combination. A white tulle frock heavily . sou- tached is made over pink, and has a pink liberty sash coming from out eye- lets in the gown about the bust, to en- twine the figure and hang in a heavy knot between the knees. This is worn with a white linen hat embroidered in white linen, and trimmed with a black velvet ribbon thrown loosely about, knotted and forming long bfidles. Lavender gowns with violet coats are very smart—Vicomtesse de Janze wore this combination at the dinner dance at the Ile de Puteaux club the other night, the gown in tulle embroidered in floss, the coat in soutache on mous- seline. Many simple white evening gowns or plain sheaths in glittering paillettes were worn with rich green or scarlet cloaks and big picture hats loaded with feathers. Baron de Char- mel was in a tight black pailletted prin- cess gowns with green chiffon and stockings, long straight green chiffon coat like a priestly stole, bordered with green swansdown and a black feather hat.—From’a Paris Letter to Vogue. into the foundation chain work 5 chain into every third stitch. For the border at sides work a double crochet in the first chain loop, 5 trebles with a chain between each in the next loop, and repeat for length of work, turn, and work 5 chain into every other stitch back to the starting poin. Repeat on second side. For the Fringe.—Cut the wool into 26-inch lengths, pass the hook through the first loop at end of scarf, fold four strands of the wool exactly in half and draw them a short distance through, forming a small loop, draw the eight strands right through this loop and pull gently, drawing the knot close up to the work. Repeat this into every loop, taking care that all the knots are turned the same way. To knot the fringe, take four threads of the first tassel and four threads of the next one and tie them together about an inch below the other knots, tie the remaining strands of the sec- ond tassel to four of the third one and repeat to end of row, being careful to keep the knots quite level. Tie another row of knots an inch below these, but this time taking the eight strands of each tassel and tying them together. Tie two more rows of knots at equal distances below these, and cut the ends level with a pair of sharp scissors. Fringe the other end of the scarf in the same manner. Waist of White Net. A very pretty, cool-looking waist, suitable for general wear or for half mourning, is of white net. The ma- terial is first laid in tuck groups of three-quarter-inch tucks, alternating with one measuring half an inch in width. When cutting the waist the body part is laid on the material so that the tucks run vertically. The sleeves are full length even to beyond the waist, and fit the arms smoothly, the tucks running around the arms. There is no lining and the waist is much more attractive than it appears by descrip- tion. a ‘ Curls in Style. Soft, natural-looking curls about the face are coming into style and a mighty good thing it is after the long reign of the befrizzled pompadour. Women have grown too utilitarian and are too certain of the rapid pass- ing of fashions to cut their hair even to sport tiny curls at the temples and down toward the ears. But most have had a sufficiently long course of hot irons to own plenty of broken hair to turn into lovelocks without recourse to scissors. And, then, they are for sale. SIMPLE MORNING HAT. For morning wear with shirt-waist dresses there is a hat of corn-color straw trimmed with a band of black velvet around crown and loops of black and white striped ribbon and bunches of luscious red cherries and leaves. This also makes an ideal hat for traveling. A simple toilet water is composed of two ounces each of elderflower water and distilled water. A paste made of fine starch and a very little water spread on a bruised spot immediately after a blow will often prevent discoloration. The white of an egg beaten in lemon juice and slightly sweetened with pow- dered sugar is a simple and pleasant remedy for hoarseness. The mixture should be slowly dissolved in the mouth and swallowed. Frequently change the mode of wearing the hair, else falling hair is likely to result. That portion of the scalp where the hair is coiled and pinned receives no sunlight and the coiled hair no ventilation. For scant eyebrows mix the follow- ing thoroughly and apply with a tiny toothbrush once a day until the growth is sufficiently stimulated, then less often: Oil of lavender, 15 drops; oil of rosemary, 15 drops; tincture of can- tharides, two drams; vaseline, two ounces. Reviving Cotton Prints. Suffered Torments from Birth—in Frightful Condition—Got No Help Until Cuticura Cured Him. “I had an itching, tormenting ecze ma ever since I came into the world, and I am now a2 man 55 years old. I tried all kinds of medicines I heard of, but found no relief. I was truly in a frightful condition. At last I broke out all over with red and white boils, which kept growing until they were as big as walnuts, causing great pain and misery, but I kept from scratching as well as I could. I was so run down that I could hardly do my work. I used Cuticura Soap, Oint- ment, Resolvent, and Pills for about eight months, and I can truthfully say I am cured. Hale Bordwell, Tipton, Ta., Aug. 17, 1907.” “I cheerfully endorse the above tes- timonial. It is the truth. I know Mr. Bordwell and know the condition he was in. Nelson R. Burnett, Tipton, Ia.” For the Umbrella Stand. The rain it raineth every day, Upon the just and unjust fella; But chiefly on the just, because The unjust has the just’s umbrella. y cup ‘Fiss SS eli Senne Cleanses the oh seme | ect, po aap ak Censor Acts natural: lly, acts trul ily as a Lexati live. Best peers and Child R get jena icial Efpcts fae! ane name of the i r "CALIFORNIA Gc Syrup Co. by whom it i is spe factured, printed on the SOLD BY ALL LEA ‘BING DRUGGISTS, one size only, regular price 50¢per bottle, CASTING BRONZE STATUARY. Few Foundries for the Purpose in This Country—Expensive Process. “Although in the making of bronze Statuary the casting is a very impor- tant and vitally necessary operation,” said Fred H. Knapp, an artist, “there are only seven foundries in the United States where it is done. “Perhaps, indeed, it is just because so much depends on the founder, and so great must be his skill and his knowledge of the sculptor’s art that the foundrie are so few. A great deal of such work is now turned out in this country, and every now and then a foundry is started, only to make a fail- ure because of lack of the peculiar skill needed. It seems hard to get skilled workmen. “The making of the marble statute is done entirely by the sculptor or by workmen and students in his studio and under his personal supervision. The bronze statue is not only made in the sculptor’s studio, but it is al- most invariably an enlargement of the sculptor’s model, which enlargement is made by the casters, and through methods of which the sculptor himself may know nothing at all. “The making of bronze statuary is expensive. Exclusive of the amount paid to the sculptor the founder's charge for a life size statue runs up from $700. The larger and more in- tricate the design the greater the cost, but a single life size figure in simple dress and pose may cost as much as $1,200.” FRIENDLY TIP Restored Hope and Confidence. After several years of indigestion and its attendant evil influence on the mind, it is not very surprising that one finally loses faith in things gen- erally. AN. Y. woman writes an interesting letter. She says: “Three years ago I suffered from an attack of peritonitis which left me in a most miserable condition. For over two years I suffered from nerv- ousness, weak heart, shortness of breath, could not sleep, etc. “My appetite was ravenous, but I felt starved all the time. I had plenty of food but it did not nourish me because of intestinal indigestion. Med- ical treatment did not seem to help, It has been many a decade since cot- ton prints, as they are commonly called, were as popular as now. The fine cashmere and cretonne designs are back in first favor. They are printed in all the original colors on white and ecru cotton and used for lit- tle coats, for house gowns, and for long wraps. The Watteau edge is one of the prettiest of the old designs that has returned. The selvage of old blue, or green, or pink, is an excellent touch as a border, and makes a very pretty trimming. Wall Rack. An artistic and serviceable wall rack or cabinet can be made by taking the end supports of useless fancy chairs or rockers and to these fasten at the corners of the four posts, with glue or dovetailing, two or three light shelves and stain all a dark brown. Pretty for a fancy cabinet or corner cupboard. I got discouraged, stopped medicine and did not care much whether I lived or died. “One day a friend asked me why I didn’t try Grape-Nuts, stop drinking coffee, and use Postum, I had lost faith in everything, but to please my friends I began to use both and soon became very fond of them. “Tt wasn’t long before I got some strength, felt,a decided change in my system, hope sprang up in my heart and slowly but surely I got better. I could sleep very well, the constant craving for food ceased and I have better health now than before the at- tack of peritonitis. “My husband and I are still using Grape-Nuts and Postum.” “There’s a Reason.” a Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read, “The Road to Wellville,” in pkgs. Ever read the above letter? A new One appears fromtimetotime. They are genuine, true, and full of human interest. ery