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HI SISTER'S CHUN By MILDRED CAROLINE GOOD- RIDGE. 1 “Miss Nettleton will be at the 7:20 train. Be a good brother, and show her every attention!” \ This was the telegram at which Roy \Bastburn stood looking with & wry iface. It had been antedated by various Qetters, all from his sister, at Milburn, & hundred miles away—his married sister, Mrs. Nettie Douglas. Roy knew what it all meant. Miss Irene Nettleton was his sister's dearest school chum. Then, too, she was rich. /Once only Roy had met her, a gawky, disagreeable, purse-proud girl of fif- teen. That was five years agone. Even now the old dislike came to his mind. “If Irene is bent upon a match, it won't work,” he decided forcibly. “Miss Nettleton’s manner may have changed, but the old-time selfish heart, never!” | Like a dutiful brother, he went down ‘ 1 i in the depot at the time appointed. On the way he bought a dozen roses at & dollar aplece, a two-pound box of the choicest chocolates, half a dozen of the latest magazines and two railroad tickets to Milburn. “That will occupy her till I deliver her safely into Sister Nettie's charge,” he soliloquized. “Then Il make my escape, some way.” . Roy reached the depot half an hour before train time. His sister had for- gotten to post him as to the difference jbetween Miss Nettleton at fifteen and the same young lady at twenty. He fancied, however, their mutually looking for one another would bring things about all right. Roy found himself all at sea regard- fng this. He spoke to two young “Dear Sister Nettie!” fadies by mistake. He grew confused land anxious as ten, twenty, twenty-five aminutes passed by. Then he moved out to the gate and scanned every young lady who passed through it. “She hasn't come,” he declared, as the conductor's sonorous, “All aboard!” rang out. The guard clicked the chain of the gate to hasten some late comers. The train was moving, the guard had pulled the gate shut, when a young lady in & terified tumult rushed towards it. t “Ah, it must be Miss Nettleton at last!” Roy decided, but he traced no gamiliar features in the eager, excited face, He grabbed her arm. ! “Quick!” he said simply, “the train is just pulling out. I have the tick- ots.” . Breathlessly, the girl allowed him to Jush her through the gate. They just caught the last car. Then the door Jocked against them, they stood on the rear platform of the coach and looked at one another. As to Roy, he could scarcely real- ize that this dancing-eyed, jolly-faced girl beside him was the dowdy, sour- visaged Miss Nettleton to whom he had taken such an aversion five years previous. The conductor came and et them into the coach. “If you please, let me take a seat in the shadow here,” prettily pleaded the young girl. “I have a headache from hurrying so. The light hurts my eyes, too.” “Why, certainly,” answered Roy, as he turned a seat and sat down oppo- site to her, laying aside his light over- coat and hat. “Dear! I am quite chilly!” shivered his companion. “It will pass away if 1 can rest for a little. May I?” and as he nodded promptly, she took up his overcoat and wrapped it about her. Then she asked him to place her hat in the rack overhead. When he had done this, he was surprised to see that she had appropriated his own broad- brimmed hat. “It shades my poor, suffering eves so splendidly,” she explained, locking for all the world like some protty boy as she snuggled into the corner of the seat, “Well, she is an original!” com- mented Roy, a little wonderingly. He passed the tickets to the con- ductor as he came along. That official ‘was accompanied by two men. They looked like detectives. They scanned the various passengers sharply. “Well,” remarked one of them, as he | reached the end of the coach, “she's mot aboard this train. We'll get off at the junction and wait for the next one.” Abruptly, as the train left the june- tion, Roy's companion magically awoke from invalid lethargy to the utmost animation and talkativeness. She pronounced her headache and | pained eyes gone. She dazzled him with smiles, chatting and laughing. | She accepted his flowers with a grate- ful look that thrilled him. She took to the candy like some bright school- girl. She charmed, she enthralled. “Sister Nettie will be so glad to see . you,” he had said. “Dear Sister Nettie!” murmured his companion, and Roy eyed her strange- ly as he detected the faintest under- tone chuckle in the utterance. | When he told her of the profession for which he had recently qualified, that of a lawyer, she betrayed ®o great an interest in the fact that he | was puzzled. | They reached Milburn as well ac- ! quainted as if they had been close friends for years. She grew suddenly | serious as they left the train, and hesl- ' tated as he led her to the carriage in waiting. | “Had I not better—that is—perhaps ' T had better not see your sister until tomorrow,” she stammered vaguely. “Why, Nettie 1s expecting you!” re- plied Roy, fairly astounded and mys- tifled at the strange remarks. “My dear Irene!” cried Mrs. Doug- las, ready to rush into the arms of her visitor as she was ushered into the house by Roy. Then she paused. “Why, who is this?” she asked, vague- Iy. Her guest sat down In the nearest chair. Her bonny face grew pale. She controlled herself in a moment or two. She arose to her feet. All the anima- tion and fun was gone from her sunny face. “I am an impostor!” she sobbed. “I hope you good people will forgive me, but T had to do it to—to escape.” “To escape what?” projected the per- plexed Roy. It was a brief but an interesting story. It told of a wicked tyrant, of & guardian, of a plot to defraud her of a fortune. She was Violet Hayes. She had been accepted as Miss Nettleto] by Roy, and it enabled her to) esc emissaries of her uncle looki her. “You see,” she said, witha '{awltch- ing look of appeal at JRo¥, ‘“you are a lawyer, and T have & lot of papers to be looked over, and so—" “You poor;' ‘homeless dear!” ex- claimed 'Mrs. Douglas, and she took | the’ orphan and stranger into her lov- ing arms. “But what can have become of Irene?” Irene had eloped with a young man her parents opposed, they learned next day. Roy actually became the attorney of Miss Hayes, and Nettie her best friend. They soon straightened out the tangle of her affairs. Nettie wanted her as a sister, and Roy as a ‘life companion, and Violet loved them both so much she could not say them nay. (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) NOT LIKE THE POLITICIAN Statesman Well Said That Horses Re- quired Something 8Solid for Their Sustenance. Representative F. W, Mondell of Wyoming is something of an orator, and when he gets to describing the glories of his state he lets himself out a link or two more than for ordi- nary occasions. Of course, Wyoming is a great state and the only one in which the cowboy is preserved alive in captivity, the species having be- come extinct elsewhere. But Mon- dell claims for his home all the glories of America and Europe, with several acres of the Garden of Eden chipped in for good measure. One day when he was orating about Wyoming the matter got on Repre- sentative Swager Sherley’s nerves. Sherley did not object to Mondell's praising his own boundless prairies and his fine climate, but when he came to making claims about fine horses, the soul of the Kentuckian re- belled. “f would like to interrupt the gen- tleman from Wyoming for a moment,” exclaimed Sherley. “I have no doubt that the climate of his state is all he claims for it. With horses it is different, however. In this case I must remind him that horses, unlike politicians, cannot live on air.” Only Slightly Feazed. A party of New Yorkers were hunt- ing in the “piney woods” of Georgis, and had as an attendant an old negro, whose fondness for big words is char acteristic of the race. One of the hunters, knowing the old negro’s bent, remarked to him: “Uncle Mose, the indentations in terra firma in this locality render trav- eling in a vehicular conveyance with- out springs decidedly objectionable and painful anatomically. Don’t you think so?” Uncle Mose scratched his left ear a moment and replied, with a slow shake of his woolly head: “Mistah Gawge, the exuberance ob you' words am beyon’ mah jurydic- tion.” Preparedness. “Me husband says we must look out f'r this unpreparedness for war,” said Mrs, Rafferty. “An’ it's a courageous man your husband it,” commented Mrs. Dolan. “He ought to know what he's talkin’ about.” “It's far too courageous he is, Mrs. Dolan. He's always got a black eye or a cut lip that he likes to look at in the glass by way of remindin’ him- self of what the other fellow got. What Danny needs is preparedness for peace.™ —— 430 £riids towards Alice Lo THOSE LOST YEARS By EDNA DEANE MERRIAM. “You can’t do better. I've handled dozens of men in your fix. Look here, you owe society a grudge. The world has robbed you of name, fortune, the best years of your life. Pay them back. I offer you the chance.” “Thank you, no,” said John Thurs- ton, simply, and turned on his heel. The tempter, a man who financed criminals and made them his slaves, sneered decidedly. John Thurston went on his way, dejected, unhappy, hopeless. A month to a day he had been re- leased from the penitentiary after serving a ten-year sentence. The man he had just left had sought him out, had tried to induce him to join his colony of burglars and petty 'thieves whose services he would re- pay with money and protection. It was the injustice of his punish- ment that had galled the proud spirit of John Thurston. Clerk in a country bank, all but engaged to sweet Alice Lisle, life all before him, the abstrac- tion of a package of money had been laid to his charge. He had been ar- rested and sentenced. When he came out of prison he found that a relative had left him a small legacy. He secured this and came to the city to begin life all over again. He had learned that Alice Lisle had long since left the little village where they had once both re- sided. Of course she had forgotten him. Even if not, what would she have to do with a convicted thief? And now, wherever he had applied for work his record had come to the front. Even the criminals had located him and strove to influence him as one of their hateful guild. #1 am a marked man!” breathed urston bitterly. “I give up the strug- gle.” Dark thoughts came into his mind and they ended in the resolve of suicide. He reached a pawnshop and viewed with grimness its array of weapons, A veiled woman was barter- ing at the counter inside. He waited until she had left. Then he entered the place. Thurston was about to state his in- tended purchase of a revolver, when he happened to notice the article “Thank You, No,” Sald John Thure- ton 8imply, and Turned on His Heel. upon which the pawnbroker had just made a loan, He started. His whole being thrilled. It was a locket. It bore two por- traits. One was of himself, the other of the only woman he had ever loved. Six years ago he had given that keep- sake to Alice Lisle. The pdwnbroker stared strangely as he noticed his emotion, for Thurston had reached out and had seized the locket and was inspecting the initials upon {its outer case. “Tell me,” he spoke, his voice in a tremor, “did the woman I noticed just now leave this here?” “She did,” responded the pawn- broker. “What is your interest in knowing?" “Because—because—did you her face? It is not curiosity. vital that I should know.” “Yes, I noticed that she resembles her picture there. Mine is a hard busi- ness, my friend, but we money leeches, as they call us, have a heart —sometimes. I pitied the poor girl, for she looked poor and sad, and she kissed the locket at leavin, and begging of me not to could not redeem it soo “Did you get her address?” “I always ask that. You are inter- ested and you look straight. There it is."” Hurriedly John Thurston copied the name and address on the pawnticket, “Miss Lisle.” Then she had not mar- ried! He thanked the pawnbroker, forgetting all about suicide now, and hastened from the place. The address he had received led him to a poor tenement building about a mile distant. He made cautious in- quiries to learn that Miss Lisle and a lady friend occupied a rear attic at the top of the building. Five min- utes later, standing on a roof stair- way, Thurston looked through an open transom into a wretched room. A fire was burning, evidently just started, and some parcels on a table indicated that they had just been pur- chased, probably with the procceds of the loan made from the pawnbroker. Upon a bed lay the wasted form of a woman. She was weeping, while her hands were outstretched in lova see 1t is who was cheerily making it more comfortable. “Oh, you are breaking my heart, you are 80 good to me!" sobbed the woman on the bed. “Here for a month you have cared for me, a stranger, balf-starving yourself, and at last part- ing with a lost love memento, the ! locket—" “Better times will come, dear,” in- terrupted Alice comfortingly. “I shall surely get work, and you, too, when you are well. We shall redeem my poor cherished token of a happy past,” she | ho bustling about the room and | GHOST MEETS GHOST By MOLLY McMASTER. N a1 jews] COoprriest, B bt Doreen sighed heavily as she walked away from the little Long Island home on which she had so set ber heart. It had been taken by & couple from the city mot two hours B3 T — Armour Star POLIOSSssag s 9 added sadly, “for T would not 1ose 1t before. The lease was signed. The for anything. Be brave, dear, there| ;o5 egtate agent had shown it to will yet come to your patient soul Doreen the while he lamented her showers of blessings.” : % Two discoveries overwhelmed the mind of the watching Thurston at that moment. The first was that Alice Lisle was loyal to his memory. The next was that she was sacrificing herself for a poor invalid fellow crea- ture. He reached within an finner pocket and drew forth a dozen or more bank bills that represented a part of his legacy. It was a vivid, ir- rational impulse that caused him to fling the precious money through the transom—a shower of blessings, in- deed! Somehow a rare joy took possession of his soul as he fled from the spot. He wandered about the streets, think- ing, thinking. Ah! here was an object ! in life at last: to watch over in secret this devoted first love, to see that she did not suffer. He would never become known to her—ah, no! with the convict stain upon his life! A hand touched his shoulder and Thurston turned to confront a police- man. The latter was scanning a photograph in his hand. Thurston recognized it as one of himself, taken when he entered prison. “I belleve you are Mr. Thurston?” spoke the officer, quite respectfully. “Yes,” answered Thurston, his heart keen disappointment. | “Never mind,” he added, trying to ! mitigate her loss. “Fir Vale is haunt- | ed by fearful specters that wail about | among these fir trees and perpetrate ' ghostly tricks on the minds of the tenants.” “But did you not warn this couple?” asked Doreen, with a shade of, hope in her eyes, because she was not afraid of ghosts. “Oh, yes, certainly I did, but they rather fancied the idea of seeing a real, live ghost. They sald city peo- | ple seldom got & chance at anything | 80 exciting.” Doreen sniffed at the cold-blooded lack of imagination and walked slow- 1y back to her own cottage that lay | back to back with Fir Vale and did | mot face the blue water of the sound. | She did not know that a second ap- | plicant for Fir Vale entered the real ! estate office even before her footsteps had died away in the distance. A young man more keenly disap- pointed than Doreen left the agent i after having been shown the lease i signed by the fortunate couple from the city. “They won't consider themselves ! lucky by the time I have become a; | ghost and haunted them into ghostly et 2 St 2 2 S TRty Hams Uncanbassed at 18 Cents This Week Only sinking. On the threshold of new : | fears of insanity and longings for hopes, was he to be hunted down "’?‘ specterless city flats,” muttered Jimmy the police as he had been by criminals? | pyryer ag he made his frustrated way ‘'Would you step to hemdquarters ..y to his own abode. with me, sir?” pursued the oflleor.l Jimmy boarded in a sort of farm- E. 6. TWEEDELL “It is something important—had or- ders to locate you for a week.” Dejected, anticipating all kinds of direful trouble, Thurston entered the presence of the chief of police a few minutes later. “Mr. Thurston,” spoke the official, “I have some strange news to impart to you. The son of the banker who sent you to prison has just confessed, dying, that he, and not you, was the guilty criminal. His father has writ- ten a statement exonerating you. He has also placed in my charge thirty thousand dollars, which is the amount you would have earned during your ten years unjust imprisonment.” “Give me the statement!” cried Thurston excitedly. “At last, at last, light, hope, happiness.” There was nothing to hide from his love now! Back to the poor attic room and its bewildered inmates John Thurston hastened. Its bare walls seemed those of a palace as her lost lover renewed with sweet, patient Alice Lisle the broken troth of the dreary years agone. (Copyright, 1915, by W, G. Chapman.) HOMES OF POPULAR PLANTS Many Introduced From Europe and Made Very Welcome in the United States. There are several classes of immi- grants of which no records are kept by the department over which the United States commissioner of immi- tion presides; but they are immi- | grants that, in their own quiet way, have done much to make the mew world more like the old. These are trees and plants; and if the new world has drawn somewhat heavily on the old in this particular, it has paid its debt in kind, as may be seen by the following list: Peas are of Egyptian origin. The gourd is an eastern plant. The quince came from Crete. Celery originated in Germany. The chestnut came from Italy. The onion originated in Egypt. Tobacco is a native of Virginia. The nettle is a native of Europe. The citron is a native of Greece. Oats originated in North America. The poppy originated in the East. Rye came originally from Siberia. Parsley was first known in Sardinia. The pear and apple are from Eu- rope. Spinach was first cultivated in Ara- bia. The sunflower was brought from Peru, The walnut and peach came from Persia. The mulberry tree originated in Persia. Famous Rivers. A tributary of the Elbe, Germany's most famous river next to the Rhine, has been made immortal by a great battfe on its banks. This was the | battle of Hohenlinden, fought in mid- | winter between the combined forces of France and Bavaria under that great military genius General Moreau and the Austrians. The latter were defeated with a loss of 18,000 men. The victors lost 9,000, but captured 97 of the enemy's guns and took 7,000 prisoners. Immediately after this bat- tle an English bard wrote one of his finest odes upon it. Another famous little river, a tribu- tary of the Danube, which itself has seen more fighting, perhaps, than dhy other stream in Europe except the Rhine, is the Nibel. Upon this stream stands the village of Blenheim, after which the splendid palace of the duke of Marlborough, a gift from the British 'n\!lon is called é Sometimes vary Cunversation, P | —— - | Protect the Swallows. Daily Thought. | The swallows of Europe are ab’ont! In character, in macners, in style, in ! the only birds which are holding their all things, the supreme cxcellence i8 | own in numbers. The people love | simplicity. —Lengteliow | them and protect them as their an- le-ton protected them back into and | probably through the days of savagery, Probably Missed It. for there is not much doubt that the Speaking of the old wild days i swallow shared the home of the cave Scotland an aged dame, with her grand- @weller. children about her knee, said conzern- | ing & leader of her clan who had been | beheaded following some trouble with National Honor. the crown: “It was nae great thing That nation 1s worthless which does o' a heid, tae be sure, but it wis a sad ot joyfully stake everything on her loas tae him.” waor. ——Schiller. Valuable Soot. It is a mistake for men .. imagine | When the chimneys of the royal Women are always talking abuut their | mint at Derlin are cleaned about one S?meumn they are talking thousand dollars' worth of gold is tak- ,&bout their‘hats. sa from the soot. I | house and was sick of boarding. Hal wanted Fir Vale, and he wanted it badly. It was the only cottage in all | his days that made Jimmy Barker plan hideous tricks. The new couple had scarcely settled in Fir Vale before the specter of imag- ination began to wail about the fir- shadowed property. A restless spirit floated about, fleeing from its ownl fright. It seemed to the ghost that never before had a harmless bit of garden been 8o charged with nerve- racking sounds. Her diaphanous white robes, for! it was a female ghost, seemed ever to be clutched by unseen hands. | Twigs underneath her feet snapped, | and from time to time a cone dropped from the branches over-; head and dragged a swiftly stifled | scream from the ghost's lips. Doreen | wished she possessed greater colln;s‘ for her ghostly maneuvers for the suc- cess of her purpose. She was drawing a deep breath preparatory to making a brave ef- fort at haunting, when a grue-| some and frightful specter had loomed up at her very elbow and the lurid blue light in its waving hand burned with sinister glow. Doreen, after her one glance, swayed and knew | no more until she felt herself held firmly in muscular arms and heard the laborious breathing of a human being. | She stirred and tried to peer through the thickness of her vells, but all she saw was more white vell “You are not a ghost, then?” she questioned when she felt reasonably ! confident of an answer in the nega- | tive. | “Great Scott—you gave me an awful fright,” Jimmy Parker said, and mopped his brow with a portion of his ghostly raiment. “What in the deuce are you doing prowling about in this dark garden?” he questioned, wishing he coud get & look at her face. “If you want to know the truth,” she told him with a soft laugh that Jimmy found most charming, “I am simply trying to haunt these people out of that new home. I want it so this property until they get out for fear of losing their minds.” Jimmy laughed and drew a trifle nearer the other ghost. “Two haunts would certainly move them quicker than one—don't you think so? Now, I have come here with the same evil intentions as your self, so the best we can do is to join forces and do our haunting together.” Doreen certainly wanted the pres. ence of a strong, muscular man. He would never see her face to face, and why hesitate? Night after night they performed | their most ghostly tricks, but the couple within maintained a comfort- able, unimaginative sense of security. “It is very strange” Jimmy was saying on one of the trips to a fallen | tree that nightly became more ypro- | longed while haunting was forgotten. | “I seem to be in love with you, but 1 at the same time,” he paused a mo ment hesitating to continue, “I am | desperately interested in a girl 1 [ have met in the world of society. Do you happen to know her—Doreen Woodward? [ cannot tell her I love her because you always come in be- | tween us—I think I am losing my mind | over the two of you.” “And [ have met one Jimmy Barker at dances and on the beach and in so- ' clety,” laughed the girl softly. - ‘wonder if you happen to know him?* “Doreen—darling.” “Jimmy—dear " The vells of the ghosts were for the first time swept aside. | badly that I am going to wait about || they would always be strangers, so | |& PHONE 59 A 0 i e o e » CRIEERERERRLIRERRRESPEBRERL PRSP LY P54 DD Id P IPRFILIES Causes of Unhappiness. The worst kinds of unhappiness, as well as the greatest amount of fit, come from our conduct to each other. It our conduct, therefore, were under the control of kindness, it would be nearly the opposite of what it is, and 80 the state of the world would be almost reversed. We are for the most part unhappy, because the world is an unkind world. But the world is only unkind for the lack of kindness in us units who compose it.—Frederick Wil- liam Faber. 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