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we" Of a Mysterious Tragedy Somewhere at Sea By Ben Ames Williams (Conyriaht, Prank A, Munsey Company.) CHAPTER I. SON HOBART saw tho dory drifting up the bay past tis cottage one afternoon, and went out to pick it up, Hobart and Bill Marks and Anne Marshall were playing fan-tan for chipa on the veranda of Hobart’s cotta at the time, Hobart’s luck at cards Was proverbial and he J been winning all the afternoon, He was a youne ellow in the twenties, tall and bulky, He disliked to be called fat, but even dig friends admitted he was not thin, Athletic heart had barred Imm from Yoth army and navy, and he was spending this second summer of America's parileipation in the war with fis mother and sister at the summer oolony ealled the Barbette, on the upper reaches of the Maine coast. : The colony was rstabiished on the site of an old battery of Civil War times, and the earthworks of the emplacements and magazines served as terraces upon which some of the cottages were set. There were @ duzen or oa of these cottages, most of them occupled and the people of the colony wore of the congenial sort, so that the place waa a little community by Itself, Bill Marks, who was playing with too lugs,” he affirmed, Nelson and Anne Marshall on the Hobart got up and went down to the @fternoon the dory appeared, deserved beach to look far down the bay, ‘A more dignified ttl, During the “Don't see any one coming after her, winter he was Superintendent Will he called. "Phoraton Marks of the high school !n “1 wonder where she comes from,” one of the aristocratic Berkshire the girl mur.oured. towns; but from the middle of June “Firoke her soortng somewhere,” ti) the middle of September, he was Marks suggested. “Play, Nels, It's Bill Marks of the Barbette, and looked your turn. the part. He was a large man, near- Hobart returned reluctantly to the ing the sixties, but he played tennis mame. “It’s a wonder somé one hasn't in @ way to inspire awe. picked her up before this,” he said Hobart and Will Marks were old- Marks pointed down the bay timers at the Barbette. Thoy had “There's fog lying below there. Suc been there in previous years, as had was hidden till she came out of that." oat of the others, Hut Anne Mar- “What's the etiquette in such sball, who formed the third in their case?” Hobart asked. “Let her go, er game on this day, was a new . pick her up?” She and her mother hod take "Go out and get her and bring he cottage called the Outpost, at the nor- ashore. They'll come after her. thern end of the colony Hobart took the oars from their niche It was she who first saw the dory, in one of the hollow pillars of the It was then far down tho bay veranda and clambered down to th Jark dot upon the water. The rocky beach, A large rowboat lay « Was coming in, and 4 southerly 4 mooring @ hundred and fifty yard that kicked up a sharp and choppy off shore, but a small and eccentric sea combined with the tide bring craft which a man might carry with the dory steadily and swiftly up t+ one hand was dragged up on shore bay toward them. The girl watched and served as a tmedinm for short #t for a little time without cailing the journeys or to reach the moorings. attention of the others to it; andthere This little boat war made with a ya tide hid progress, “That's a flshe ‘a “I've a horrible feeling there's—some- phone on the veranda, and Marks and ardent eyes; and he wad a mar- was some vague shadow of concern tom which curved upward at [)!4, Be rk. sald au ee thing in that dory." Guughe (t up and called torougt It: vellously good swimmer t ip ber eyes as she watched. It wa ar : ber intently, turned ‘ou~lubber home in the water as on pee nen te oot bbe Irifting craft. “Don't waved his band to them poises that rolled distinct that she < BUT EY eG nk a argued, “She rides went on, He what yYaice: ~ ot across pretty Hight. " me around the corner of = "I “There comes a dory, adrift were high, it was Hot more than five he asked gen “Are h—it's just a feeling,” she ad- They turned at the sound him Bill Marks groaned. “You people fect long, It was more cranky than a It right?” “t's foolish of me” tops, and saw are making ine play cards [ don’ canoe and at the same time more de- tarted, laughed uneasily, and part, tn the Peanut, was more 1 Scour, See ur ny od silently want to,” he grumbled, and laid down pendable than @ coracie, end its p wrenched her. c y from the to the derelict A with one log sh yr as flashed from Marks to a six of hearts before he turned lum- culiar contours had won for it the « » fre Why—yes," she lifted him bigh and a It of an a n boyhood Ingered for an instant heringly in his chair to look in the name of “Phe Peanut.” It tooked ey a ‘opped him in the trough, and a had hired a portable coltare, oul {rection the girl indicated. Hobart ‘ actly like half a peanut shell. . When it was safely aflou cliinbed ging thruat off. Bull Marks and the girl remained on the veranda of the cottage to watel: Surprises of Human Nature By the Rev. Thomas B. Gregory | Conyright. 1918, by The Prew Publishing Co, (The New York Brening Work | OOR Human Nature, glorious Human Nature, how full it is of surprises! We never know what to expect from it. What a day Is going to bring forth from its mysterious depths remains a secret to the wisest of us. With {ts “bursts of great heart and slips in sensual mire,” with its! @mMerosity and its meanness, its cowardice and its courage, its grandeur amd its destiality, it simply defies us to draw up any hard-and-fast pr Pectus of its developments even for the next hour. Mr. Alexander Pope, in his famous “E ” penned the couplet “Know then thyself, presume aot God to scan, ‘The proper study of mankind is MAN.” But, Mr. Pope, the trouble is just this: Man fs as great a mystery as God. It is perfectly true that God ts “past finding out,” and it is every it as true that Man is equally enigmatical “Know then thyself." Mr. Pope! Mr. Pope! You are talking non wense. J cannot know myself. So far from being able to know myself, Zam to myself a sealed book. I don't know God. I don't know the man at the antipodes, know my next door neighbor. I don't know ite mysterious tattoo under my own vest. Humap Nature! It is full of hidden springs, of concealed wires con- nected with camouflaged buttons, and we can never tell what is going to happen. In every one of us— jad turned more quickly, and he ex- claimed: “Say—that any one in her.’ Marks shook his head. “She rides Hobart rly abourd the craft and eht. Wonder if there's I don't the man whose heart beats ng idiots—there 1s the possibility of “bound-! Mess better, boundless wo! potential gots and devils, saints and satyrs, sangels and demons; and it remains for the event to tell us which side of! Phe seales is going to kick the beam. | ‘Bometimnes the poorest of us do things of which our closest friends| pad us quite incapable. Mingled with their congratulations is the glad | surprise which says as plain as can be, “Good for you, old boy. I did not! think it was in you.” On the other hand, the best of us, 40 Much as a suspicion has ¢ver ed, fall from the have so long held and go topp!ing down into the abyss of shame and infamy; and those | who loved us and thought.they Knew us, ery out, in deep astonishment and, Ohagrin, “Who would have thought it!" spon whom proud heights we not Who COULD have thought it?) But there It Is, im all its appalling | reality. The cold blooded fuct is simply this—we are capable of anything, ff, only the right button Is pressed, Press that button, and up comes angel | or demon, as the ca lay be, Change the circumstances. the master thought or impulse, and you are ¢ the occasion coward or a hero, a god or a@ devil. Now, there are a tow venerable say whiea are none the worse for being in the New Testament—that we would do well to think of most seriously now and then. ] One of them gocs ‘Let him that thinketh he standeth, take, | Deed lest he fall” Becau F.“does not follow t 1 are standing now, beautifully and brave: sure to keep on standing, You are Mable 4 are to lese your forting at any moment and go hounding down to ruin. Take vheed then, Don’t get carcless, and, swollen up with your conceit, invite the fall that may come he ing is an follows und pray.” It does no good to pray ur you watch, and {t avails you nothing to watch unless you Dray. It takes them both Watch-and keep your mind on the Highest, Live in constant com Taunion with your BETTER self, realizing that it ls only by doing that that you can save yourself from your LOWER self The oniy w t 1+ best of evil thonehts {s to begin bombarding them as good thoughts, the devil thoug's soon as th ? to w themselves, bombarding them with 1. Keep on the Job, pounding and you will surly win out, ht the God-thought | | her hand hel pped the Peanut's side whieh was set on the hill behind the te THE OTHERS WATCHED FROM SHORE AS HOBART DREW NEAR THE ORIFTING BOAT. and ray. ‘The wind one Hobart occupied, and lived alone have it In ar slathered this spray over Hobart, half tn its two rooms, — He a silent, Marks sald. drenching him. re was a mega- unsmiling man, with y hot bart labored in the t eof the and hin eyes the girl with a cu ned gaze upon her coun- minute, | The Day of Rest | CAN'T Go TS THe COUNTRY FoR THE WEE K Copynaht. 191 GASLESS DAY DOESN'T RecN Tite MIDNIGHT. IT'S ONLY TEN” You Can MAKE IT COME IN Your BATHTUB JOHN TO MORROW IS GASLESS DAY SATURDAY | lO. RM, \ TReaT EN ( Rouc 5 Ee WHiz! | ONE MINUTE PAST TWELVE Ae ee oe SATURDAY 10.30 PM nace, By Maurice Ketten | Won"? USE Hes BATHTUB ON GASLE: FoR ANY SS DAY Roby greeted salvauginis now,’ looking off to where Ho- AO GABBA AAO tort. “Lauw whe aory drifting ana came down before I knew Nelvon had fone out,” Scour said slowly. “Whose Is rir) Derelict, 1 suppone,” Marks told him. The three watehed silently as Hobart approached the dory. ‘They saw him draw near it on the windward side and drift againat and they saw him look into it, The for & moment he did mot move, the Peanut bobbed up and down poril- ously, banging against the heavy sides of the larger craft. “He ought to get. into its tee,’ Marks said, half to himself, and as though Hobart had him, the wnat drew away and circled and ne up on the other aide of the dory, Scour looked sidewise at the girl, She was scarcely breathing, and her whole heart seemed to be in her eyes 14 she watched. Hobart drew alongside again and Fou» precariously in the Peanut and stopped into the dory, He bad climbed nand he made fast the Then in the dory, picking oara must be in her,” Marke evld, and a moment er Hobart litt ed them and laid them in the tholos and swung the dory about #o that ale beaded toward the sty ond th an to row. The Poanut trailed swinging to leeward under the pressure of (he wind, and drag- ging the dory to that side again and in, Hobart was rowing with short sker, and Chey all saw th: King hin Dost wp hurry, E won ed, and the ber hand to her throat and watched with eyes that wide ned. Scour watebed the boat and he watebed the girl After a tine they saw that Hobart way not making directly for the cot. 1. jer,” BN girl put Marks tage, and presently tt became appar. ent that he was working toward the mooring where the other boat lay. it at lengta and made fo a ring in the stern 1 boat, and ther climbed ‘oanut again and started He reached toward the shore Marks caught up the megaphone, “wha the matter?’ he called. “Why a you bring hor in? Hobart turned and shouted over his shoulder: “Phere’s a dead man in CHAPTER I. IL, MARKS never spoke wave with authority, He could epeak with authority on more topics to the aquare Inch than an encyclopedia. One of bis favorite topies was the Gulf Stream. He ex- plained the phenomencn as though he had himselt arranged ite workings: sw he burried ‘umberingly down to the shore to ment the Peanut, and At the sume time declared: t was the Gulf Stream brought = her in here, T know it was.” It was hia way of trying to appen calm. ‘The others did not try. Thy girl sat down weakly in a chair por the veranda, and her eyes closed, Hben Scour asked softly: “All right?” She nodded, and he left her and Joined Marks on the shore. The two waited for Hobart, and when the bly young man drew near, they saw that he had the pallor of seasick folk. A few moments before the Barbette —— had seemed qujct and almost walm. habited, Two children were playing with a flat-bottomed boat om the beach: and up oon the hil abowe he eo tages Oscar Hinge, the farmer whe dit all the heavy work about the ae for the tagers, was w » 1) Marks # turnip pateh, Mra Mar ber veranda was rockwe | . and the olner tg Hobart's ern they pebble halt hered to meet ve the Peanut 1 out, and wher t eANUL Krated on the & dozen folk bad Nelson there. tie anh i clamber to his feet staggered in her,” Be ¥“ © of his hearers utrabe cries, Marka asked: “1 " dead man low man’ Neilson nodded. OW 1 have ke announ to telephone the Cor ed, and looke | b Lewis—Ney i his ‘ela ward them, and b b, telephone Dr. Snov 1 man in that dory, wi! others remained on the beac! The oref seemed innocent enough, tossing a the end of its nuinter, and the watehr ere gather little knots, and thol voices were unconsciously hashec It was a bright, clear day and th waves sparkled in the sun, It way what that dory hek Hobart said buskily to Bin Marks, so that the other: could get hear: “He's been shot!” Marks ignored him; he turned bry attention to scattering the Httle grou » drove t n slowly back to tl ‘the looking out at the dory, das, where they stayed to wal what followed. They all waited gay) Anne Marshall, She aat in the obit where she had on, her eyes cloger Hoen Scour went to her, touched he arm. Would you like to go home?’ he asked. She opened her eyes and looked w > at him, and after a moment sh) smiled weakly, “That's a long ways to walk—as I'm feeling,” 0 teased. “Tl go with you." She nodded and sat up straight and then rose to her fect. They went. off quietly together, along a path throug: the niders that fringed the northern cottages, (To Re Continued.) Original Fashion Designs | Cony right make o I own one's clothes is earlier thes than ever ve- becanse stylos so simple and the lines of a frock fo plain and straight. Material and work- manship therefore are made to show ‘their fall value, and if & woman In fasti- dious tn these mat tors, after having exercised good taste in the style for her frock, she is certain days fore are to achieve satisfac tory result». The ready-made frocks | feature embroidery a great deal, which i Jun easy way of en- |riching the effect of a plain design, This embroidery ta usus ly worked by mu- chine, but when @ woman does such handiwork with her own fingers it ta much more beautt- ful My design to-day offers an opportun- ity for 4 reasonable amount of embroid- ery, which may be one either by braid € oF in floss or yarn, But this ie not the main distine- tion of the frock, | Which must be cred- | ited as much to the generous groups of | almost overlapping {tucks that surround the hips, and others which complete the nicoves, ‘The man- ner in which the bodice Is slashed so that the long front panel may be held to \the figure at the waisrtine is both \attractive and interesting, while the |termination of the pane! in the back labove the waistline is « pretty sur- prise, The neckline is round with @ lwhite silk cord to finish it, the same For The Evening World’s | ' | Home Dressmakers | By Mildred Lodewick 1918, by The Prese Publishing Co, (The New Tork Evening World), A Simple and Distinctive Street Frock EMBROIDERY AND TUCKS FEATURED ON THIS DESIGN, belng employed around the edge ¢f the sleeves, Any lightw nt fall material mar be used satisfactorily, rather that one of a heavy quality, which eoul! not be tucked eo prettily, S