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— oi EEN “The Shadow Between” —— BY SILAS K. HOCKING. CHAPTER XV.—(Continued). For a moment the color rose in a hot wave to his cheeks and his lips trembled slightly. “There were reasons other than lack of courage,” he said, in hurt tones, “why Esther and I kept the matter to ourselves.” She saw in a moment that she had not been fair to him and begged his pardon. “I appreciate your motives,” she said. “But your mother would be angry and scandalized if she saw us together now.” “T cannot help what my mother would think or feel,” he said, dog- gedly. “I must act for myself.” “Would you defy public opinion?” she asked, innocently. “Would you let it be known that you reckoned among your friends the daughter of Richard West?” “{ am prepared to defy the world where you are concerned,” he an- swered, with flashing eyes. She drew back her chair almost un- ously. His vehemence aston- and alarmed her. For a moment she looked at him in silence. She saw he was deeply moved. His hands trembled in spite of every effort to keep them steady. “T think I must go now,” she said, quietly, and she half rose from her chair. “Please don’t go yet,” he said, plead- ingly; ‘‘we have only just begun our alk.” You frighten me a little,” she said, frankly. “I do not quite understand | you.” “I was a bit angry, I admit,” he said, with a hollow laugh. “A man at my time of life does not care to have his mother flung at his head.” “Did I do that? How cruel of me!” and she laughed nervously. “You can be cruel when you like. But that is true of all women. But won't you tell me if you are happy in London?” “Oh, yes, quite happy.” “And you have found friends?” “A few. I think God has led me ever since I came.” “IT hope He will always lead you,” | he said, impulsively. She drew her chair a little nearer the table again, and her face bright- ened. “One of the first things I saw | on leaving the station was a sign ever | a door of a large, respectable-looking | house, ‘Home of the Guild of Women Work and I went right in and i took the matron to my heart and told | her everyth She has been like a | mother to me ever since.” nd you are a woman worker?” he | ioned, with a smile. m earning nothing yet, to speak of. But I’m learning to type and to write shorthand, and I’m promised a post when I’ve made myself profi- cient.” “And will that be soon?” “Not for several months yet; but I haven’t spent all my money by a long way. So Iam all right. There’s a big heart of goodness in London, don’t you think so?” “[ hope so. I don’t know very much about it,” he answered, evasively. “You are only here on a visit?” | “Oh, no. I’ve been here since the beginning of the year. Sir Anthony Treleven got a post for me which was too good to pass by.” “You mean that you are in a situa- tion?” “Yes.” “Working for your own living?” He nodded. For several moments there was si- lence. Her brain was working rap- idl There was a reason for every- there must be a reason ‘for this. A dozen questions rose to her lips, but she had not the courage to ask them. ; “Are you very much surprised?” he ventured, at length. “T am, rather,” she faltered. “You see, I understood ,that gentlemen— that is, your particular style of gentle- men—did not take situations.” “They do sometimes. All depends on circumstances, you know.” “I see. But you were not compelled to take a situation?” “Well, not exactly. I could have grubbed along in the old ruts, I sup- pose. Only—well, I didn’t chose to do so any longer.” “And your mother was agreeable?” “On the contrary.” “{ beg your pardon. I did not mean to fling her at your head again. But —but—” “But what?” “Are you not as great a mystery as I am? I mean, there’s no getting to the bottom of some things. Isn’t that so?” He laughed good humoredly. He was pleased to see her interested; whilst her struggle to keep her West- ern inquisitiveness in check was de- cidedly amusing. “My case is easily fathomed,” he said, at length. “You see, I was tired of loafing about doing nothing——” “Ts that all the explanation?” “N-o—not quite all. There are some things one cannot very well put into “You need not be. I can assure you the discipline is doing me good. It’s far better to work than rust. I want to play my part in the world—to take my place among those who strive.” “But could you not have done that nearer home? Were you not doing it, in fact?” “I was doing nothing, earning noth- ing, learning nothing. Besides——” “Yes?” “T wanted to be near you.” She edged back her chair suddenly, and her face grew pale. His manner —the ardent look in his eyes—startled her. “Tt feared what might happen to you in this great city,” he went on. “I knew you had no friends—no refer- ences. I imagined a thousand horri- ble things.And so, when I had the chance of coming to Lndon and earn- ing my own living, I hailed it as a god- send. I thought I might find you— perhaps befriend and protect you. I have looked for you with an aching heart for days and weeks. Last Sun- day evening I caught sight of you.” “Last Sunday evening?” He enlarged on his search then, and the interested look came back into her eyes once more. But when he had finished she edged her chair still far- ther away from him. It seemed to her almost an incredi- ble thing that he should be anxious about her welfare. Could it be that be was seeking revenge in this subtle and insidious way? He had talked of friendship. Was it to get her into his power? He was a man getting rap- idly on, it seemed to her, towards mid- dle life, while she was only a girl. If he meant evil, how cleverly he had played his cards! The suggestion once lodged in her brain took root and grew. She be- came fearful and apprehensive. He saw the change in her, and grew trou- bled. She rose to go, and would not be prevailed upon to sit down again. “If you will go,” he said, in a tone of disappointment, “then I will see you safely home.” “No, no,” she answered, quickly. “I know my way quite well, and am very well able to look after myself.” “But surely——” : “I would very much rather alone,” she interrupted. used to it.” “As you will,” he answered, a little dejectedly; and he went with her to the door, and while he was paying the bill she disappeared, He waited a moment or two for his go “T am quite | change, thinking she was standing just outside. A young lady not unlike Ma- rion was waiting for some one, but Marion had vanished. He looked eagerly right and left, then darted across the street at the imminent risk of life and limb. He was back again in a few moments. “Perhaps she is waiting for me in- side,” he thought, and he entered the tea room again, “Have you lost something?” cashier asked. “Yes!”—but he did not say what. Up and down the street he walked for he knew not how long, staring eagerly at every passerby. Then, with a sigh, he turned wearily towards home. He was perplexed, disappointed, and not a little angry. He felt that Marion had treated him not even with com- mon politeness. What was the mean- ing of it? It was not her nature, he was sure, to be either rude or un- kind. That night he scarcely slept at all. His heart was torn with a new set of emotions; anger was battling with love, perplexity joined hands with dis- appointment. Pride took off the gloves, as it were, and joined in the fray. A tone moment he declared she was not worth a moment's thought, the next he was prepared to lay down his life for her. He recalled a hundred times all the events of the evening—all the words she had spoken, every tone of her voice, every expression of her sweet oval face. That she was fair to look upon there was no denying—fairer than any other woman he had ever seen. That she was as good as she was fair he did not really doubt. That he loved her was the supreme fact of his life. 5 By morning he had reasoned him- self into a fairly clear perception of the case. “She is a timid little bird,” he said to himself with a smile, “and if I am not careful I shall never catch her.” the CHAPTER XVI. “The Shadow Between.” When Clement Mawgan rose next morning he found a long letter from his sister. She had been very much exercised in her mind for two or three days by the doings of the strange man who had-taken up his residence at St. Chloe, and had resolved to unburden words.” “Please don’t try. I’ve no right to pry into your affairs. Only I cannot heip feeling that had it not been for my father you would not have been here. I am awfu'ly sorry.” her heart to her brother. If the letter had arrived a day ear- lier Clement would have paid very lit- tle attention to it, but, coming after his conversation with Marion, it thoughts flew at‘once to the Mr. Evans she had spoken of. interested in the silver box—so little in the owner? He had remarked on it at the time, though Marion herself attached no importance to it. In face of Hsther’s letter it struck him as being not a little singular, Was there any connection between Evans and Nevins, and, if so, why this eager- ness to get possession of the box* The mystery appeared to be deepening. The importance of this particular piece of silverware seemed steadily to increase. He read UHsther’s letter again. Esther was confident that he had come to St. Chloe for one particular object, and that to get possessich of Marion West’s trunk. She had in- quired into his story, and it did not hang well together. He did not look like an invalid; besides, he was per- fectly indifferent to weather. Rain or shien, he was always grubbing along the coast. Also he admitted that he was on the lookout for a cowhide trunk bearing the initials “R. W.” If there was a Robert Webster alive who had been a passenger on the ill-fated Nebraska, why did he not put the mat- ter in the hands of the proper authori- ties? Why these secret and more or less clandestine methods? Clement fell an easy prey to Esther’s suspicions. For once, at any rate, a woman seemed logical. Nevins, or Evans, or whatever his name might be, was clearly at St. Chloe for the purpose of getting possession of Ma- rion West's. property. Ergo, that prop- erty was of considerable importance. The next point that arose was: What could he do in the matter? For the moment, certainly he could do nothing. He was a day’s journey from St. Chloe Bay, and even if he were on the spot he could do nothing. During the day he had great diffi- culty in keeping his mind free of the subject. Between the events of the previous evening and the contents of Esther’s letter his brain was pretty much on the rack. He was not in the mood to begin any fresh search for Marion. His pride had been rubbed almost raw, and the smart of it was still very con- siderable. It was true his heart was aching at the same time for another sight of her face; for one little smile of her’s he would forgive everything. So love and pride waged warfare still, and the nearest pride came to winning, the more he suffered. Dur- ing the lunch hour he found himself consulting Kelly’s directory. He did this merely out of curiosity, he toid himself, and not with any intention of using any information he might ac- quire—at least for the present. His thoughts ran in very orderly sequence. Marion had told him that one of the first things she noticed after leaving the station was this Home for Women Workers. Therefore she was living either in the neighborhood of Water- loo or Paddington. From her descrip- tion of the house the neighborhood of Waterloo road was certainly not very clearly indicated. For the class of worker Marion would be likely to as- sociate with Bayswater would certain- ly be a much more convenient center. This point settled, he proceeded with his search. He was not long in dis- covering the house he wanted—No. 44, Chingford Terrace, W. It was a plain and simple as possible. If he was anxious to see Marion West he knew exactly where to find her. But, of course, he was not anxious to see her—that was what his pride said. After the way she treated him the previous evening he would not dream of calling upon her. Now that in a fair way of earning her own liv- ing, he need not further concern him- self about her. If she wanted friends she must show herself friendly. (To Be Continued.) MOOSE IN A MAINE TOWN, Grazed on Lawn, Strolled Through Street and Took Morning Plunge. A cow moose weighing about 700 pounds and resembling a good-natured donkey made a tour of Bangor early Sunday morning. The moose was first disturbed about 4 o’clock while grazing on the lawn of Patrick H. Gillin, at the corner of Pine and Penobscot streets. A public carriage man had carried a fare from an early train and was driving down Pine streets to Hancock when Patrol- man Dan Smith, who thought she was a mule, shooed ‘her down toward Ex- change street. Reaching that populous thorough- fare she started up toward State street, thinking to cross to the west side and have a look at the Lbrary lot. But rollicking citizens who came Trom a restaurant drove her back up York street. She started down Pine again and came down Hancock to-a point near Exchange street. Then she went back to Pine street, down Pine street to Washington—traveling too like a shadow — to Kenduskeag stream. - It was about half tide, but she plunged from the end of the wharf and swam to a bar in midstream. For fully half an hour she fooled around in the water, being pursued by several beats, and finally coming ashore at the city landing at the foot of Water street, some kind-hearted citizen hav- ing opened the gate at that point. She ran through Water street and |’ Pickering Square to Haymarket, dodged up Short street to Union, and when last seen she was going seve! ty-eight miles an hour over Union street hill. : seemed not a little significant, His!” Why was he so: STYLES IN BELT p-to-Date. Oiex Foy oem ogog ~ SEASON IS TO BE ONE OF NOV- ELTIES. Extravagance Promises to Be Marked Feature of Coming Winter—Split Skirt an Extreme Type of Directoire Style. Women who are planning their win- ter wardrobes will be interested to know what novelties this season of- fers. In belts, if one is to be up-to-date, it is absolutely necessary that they match the costumes for which they are intended in both tone and color. This of course means added expense, but the season is to be one of great extravagance. A novelty which is really very pret- ty is the cut-out patterns of colored suede mounted over heavy-corded silk. Another of the novelties produced in belts is a type having for its buckle an arrangement similar to the end of a man’s suspenders. The buckle con- sists of an ordinary suspender hook having the suspender-end straps at- tached, which fasten with the ordinary ball and socket. Belts of both elastic and leather can be had with this novel buckle. In leather hand bags, both large and medium size ones will be popular. There is a marked change, however, in their equipment for women are tiring of carrying around vanity sets which add both bulk and weight to the hand bag. Even the most expensive bags are now considered complete with nothing more than a small purse for change and a card case. The over-night bags that offer such comfort for one going on a short trip are increasing in favor and can be had in a good quality leather at a more reasonable price than heretofore. The frames are about 12 inches long and the bag varies in depth from five to ten inches. Such bags can be ob- tained in morocco, pigskin, horn-back and plain alligator. A novelty shown in an imported bag of medium size has a flap extending over the top and fastens low at the front. Two large eyelets are socketed into the flap at the top of the bag through which the ends of the bag handle are inserted. Attached to the ends of the handle on the inner side of the bag is a small pocketbook for change. By opening the bag the pocketbook can be far enough removed to make its contents conveniently accessible. The bag handle serves as a check and thus pre- vents it being separated and at the same time eliminates the possibility of the owner losing the change purse. The split skirt is a modification of the extreme type of the directoire. The style is particularly well liked in walking lengths and is developed in one-piece garments as well as gored models. The opening at the left side from the waist line to the hem is drawn together with military orna- ments to just below the knee level, where it shows a self-colored silk pet- ticoat or fan-shaped plaited gore of silk that is stitched on either side of the opening. It is possible to make a last season’s skirt over in this style if all fullness is taken out of the gores. a aaaraeararaea eo NAT D SECRE1 OF DRESSING WELL. Wise Choice of Costumes Counts Above Everything. A well-known fashion Paris says: — A woman who dresses beautifully cnce strongly impressed on my mind that to be always well dressed it is necessary to purchase each year only one new gown, garment or coat of the best material and well made with due regard to becomingness and beauty of line, but of inconspicuous color and texture. Nothing is more foolish, she used to say, than for a woman of mod- erm means to attempt to be “in the fashion.” The beauty of simplicity counts far higher. One year there should be perhaps a good evening gown, the next a carefully consid- ered tailored costume, and in their turn an afternoon calling or reception gown or an evening or traveling cloak. These are the important features of a wardrobe, and each one, if wisely chosen, will keep well within the fashion for two years, the tailored cos- tume till it is quite worn out. The gowns of more perishable materials may be remodeled only when the time comes for the new one. Variety ‘is easily achieved, even ‘violent color contrasts, if one wishes them, in the litle accessories, such as collars, cuffs, waistcoats, hats and parasols. A young woman married ten years ego, with her trousseau selected on these lines, is still wearing portions of it, though she sustains the reputa- tion of being especially well-dressed. Naturally all the world must not follow this advice; it is only for those of moderate means, for dressmakers must live. The really good dress- maker, however, avoids exaggeration, but is often forced into it by clients themselves, for some women think a gown must be weirdly or conspicuous- ly decorated to be up-to-date. The lesson that repose in gowning is bet- ter than extremes is not nearly learned. Women of good taste, if of pioderate means, will leave the last word in dress to those who can afford to discard it inside a month. writer in DESIGNED FOR FALL WEAR. Tailor-Made Gown That Is Sure to Have Wide Vogue. Fall styles are already under al- most full headway, and before long the streets and avenues will be filled with the not-quite-summer, nor-yet- fall costumes. The figure sketched shows one of the new fall tailor-made gowns. It is of plain cloth and is made extreme- ly simple—and it has the new tight sleeve. The coat has a somewhat full skirt and is cut away at the front. The new collar that is shown with this gown is one of the features of the costume. It is made extremely high and is finished by a ruff around the top. This style is quite the latest thing in Paris and is seen with most tailor-made gowns. When men are friends there is no need of justice—Aristotle. GREEN HATS POPULAR. Green is fashionable in the millinery world and so are pompons and the combination of green chip hat with shaded green pompons makes a de~- lightful chapeau, appropriate for wear with any sort of frock. Hair Ornaments. Since the hair has been dressed low on the back of the neck, daggers of gold, silver, tortoise shell and even celluloid are offered for sale in the shops. They are about six inches long and the ends are twisted to pre- vent them from falling out. Handkerchief Shoehorn. To put low shees on without a shoe horn, put part of a handkerchief in the shoe before putting it on, then pull and it will slip on easily. > The Dressing Table. So many women complain that they find it impossible to keep their dress- ing table covers clean and _ neat. Everything in the room seems to grav- itate toward the “dresser” and each leaves its mark, while powder will sift through the most closely woven material and spoil the wood beneath. The only sure way to procure a neat dressing table is to protect the cover with plate glass, cut to fit the top of the table. Of course it is expensive; but once acquired it will last forever, and it saves so much washing, also wear on the covers, that it soon pays for itself. Sometimes linen covers are not used under the glass. If the regular cover is not used, place a piece of blotting paper on the wood. It is neat and the paper may be procured in all the most delicate ‘shades. Washable Scarfs. Because of the popularity of the fine chiffon scarfs during the spring there has come out a scarf of thin mercer- ized material that is not expensive and is very pretty. Cotton voile, wash net, near-silk gauzes and other such fabrics are also used. All of these scarfs wash like linen and they keep their color, as they are not worn during the glare of the sun. ‘They, make a pretty addition to a thin linen frock and give just that slight degree of perfection one often wants on a cool summer evening. Some of them are striped, others are in flowered design, and these are the prettiest. os FARMING IN INDIA. Religious Rites Required From the Beginning to the End of the Season. Agricultural practice in southern India from start to finish requires religious rites. s t In the Tamil district the agricultur- al year comences about April. On April 23 the cultivators of a village consult a “Valluvan,” who fixes for them the’ Kind of’ wood that they should cut and take away. He is sup- posed to settle the question as the result of astrological observations made on the commencement of the Tamil New "Year's\Day., which falls about April 13. Each cultivator then takes a little camphor, some incense, a few plantains and a cocoanut, and with others assembled for, the purpose he proceeds to the forest, where he worships the tree he is about to cut by burning the incense and the cam- phor and offering the plantains and the cocoanut. Then he lops off the first branch, taking good care that it falls on the right side. In each year the side is different. Prosperity to himself and*his cattle is firmly believ- ed to depend very much upon this. He then cuts away the required quan- tity of wood and takes it home. Another day is then selected, soon after the early rains of the same month, by the “Valluvan,” and then the greatest event of the agricultural year occurs. Each ryot takes the wood he has selected for the plow, which is newly fitted up and taken to the field, where the bullocks are tied to it, and behind it stand other plows with teams of oxen tied to them, while large crowds assemble around the teams. The principal plowman then daubs the pair of oxen tied to the new plow with aniline powder and turmeric paste; he lights camphor and burns incense before it, breaks a cocoanut and with it makes an offering of a pot of jaggery water and parched grain and Bengal gram. drives the plow across the field, pre- ceded by the other plowmen, and after a few rounds the oxen are unyoked and the offerings distributed to those present. NO MORE PHOSSY JAW. White Phosphorous in Match Manu- facture to Be Prohibited. After many years of agitation the use of the deadly white phosphorous in the manufacture of matches is soon to be prohibited. A bill backed by Herbert Gladstone and Herbert Sam- uel with this object in view was if troduced in the house of commons last week, and fuller details of the measure, which was issued from the printers on Saturday, will give satis- faction to the thousands of people em- ployed in this dangerous trade. The government’s action is the in- direct result of the Berne labor con- ference of September, 1906, when rep- resentatives of France, Germany, Italy, Holland, Denmark and Switzerland consented to the prohibition, Great Britain then withholding her agree- ment. As the outcome of a consulta- tion with the manufacturers the pro- moters of the bill now before parlia- ment have made it possible for less dangerous substitutes for white phos- phorous which are protected by pat- ents to be obtained on reasonable terms by all manufacturers. The use of the poisonous white phosphorous is not necessary in the business of matchmaking. Its em- ployment, moreover, is highly danger- ous to the work people, for it gives rise to the painful disease of necrosis of the jaw, commonly known as “phossy jaw.” This disease has much the same effect on those attacked by it as that of leprosy, and it works the same horrible ravages on the face and hands. The Dill, if it passes into law will not only forbid the use of white phosporous in the manufacture ef matches but will also make it illegal for ayone to sell or import matches in the making of which white phosphorous has been used. AUSTRALIAN FISHERMEN. Their Dexteriay in Use of Hardwood Spear Landing a Catch, The aboriginals of the Australian coastal regions, like most of the na- tive South Sea Islanders, are extreme- ly clever fishermen. In the case of the Australian native tackle is often confined to a slender hardwood spear, grotesquely carved. Armed with such a weapon the “black fellow” will take a perch upon some convenient rock and gaze stead- ily into the wonderfully transparent blue water. Intuition and long obser- vation seem to supply an almost un- canny knowledge of different fish at stated times, and it is no uncommon feat for this type of fisherman to rise suddenly to his feet and send his rude spear hurtling through thirty feet of space before it enters the water to pierce clean through the body of a big schnapper, a fine cullet or a jewfish, ai as long as the fisherman is tall. Then the native leaps into the water and wades or swins ashore, dr: his prize after him by the gills. bic Pike Ate the Trout. Two years ago Sir Julius C. Wern- her, the South African mining mag- nate, had the lake at Luton Hoo Park netted for coarse fish and the bed cleaned at a great cost. Eleven thou- sand rainbow trout were then placed in the pool. The lake was again net- ted recently, when 1,800 pike, one of which weighed seventeen peunds, were caught. “ There were, however, only nine trout, the sole survivors of the 11,000 introduced to the water t ears before. 4 2 < ees Then he~