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CLARBMOR I, OXLA., PKOOIKII
The Ambttion of Marh Truitt
HENRY RUSSELL MILLER
"™r rue
(Copyright. 1911, by The Bobba-Manill Compwy)
SYNOPSIS.
W rk Truitt. unrouravml by hla awort
«a«rt, Unity Murltn, Uuv«a IMhH. hi*
aatlv. town, to am<k Ilia fortune Hinton
Trullt tella Mark tlmt It Ion* hna b«>i<n
Ma drruni to aw . alvfl plnut lit Bvlliol
and itHka the ann to return and tullld
on. If h>< v r |M rich, Murk it|<|illi<a to
Thoma* Henley. Iicml of tlm Qulnliy Iron
work., for a job and la wilt to tlis ron-
struct inn icniig. Ilia auocoaa In Hint work
wlna lilrn n plmv im li.l[..-r to Hniniin
AndirrjMki. o|i<'n-ltpartli rurnncpmim llr
Dvc'onu-a n l m i • l<>i In Rbnu'l hOIDS IM
aalM« Plotr, lloninn'a aon. In hla alodlim
Kazlu, nn adopici] duuulitto. aliowa Iht
trntituda In audi it iminuvr ua to urouau
lark'a Interest In h«r.
CHAPTER VII—Continued.
"Yea, you would, Knzla. Put I gueaa
lf morn thnn Just tho money. You
aoc. In llethel them's no chance, noth-
ing to do; excopt grow old and nose
tnto your neighbor1* business and—
and want tho things you can't have."
"Yea," she a&id slowly, "I know."
"You know? Do you want things,
too?"
"Want things!" She dww a long
wondering breath, as she measured de-
sire. She did not wait for his ques-
tion. "To be different."
They sat a little above the carriage
road, along which rolled the Sunday
afternoon processlor of pleasure-
takers He pointed to an open landau
In which two women sat, primly up-
right, hands folded In laps and faces
set straight ahead, the very picture of
rhey Sat a Little Above the Carriage
Road.
well-dressed, self-conscious respect-
ability—as "different" from Kazia as
anything he could conceive.
"Like that?"
"Yes. like that. Sometimes." She
looked wistfully after the departing
respectabilities. "But mostly, just to
belong to somebody."
"But Roman and the Matka and
Plotr—"
"They're ashamed of me and afraid
other people'll And out about me.
When I went to school the other boys
and girls said things—and did things.
I didn't care." Her head went up and
her voice told how passionately she
had cared. "But Plotr told them at
home and they wouldn't let me go any
more. They'd be glad If I were gone.
And some day—I will go."
"But where, Karla?"
"I don't know," ahe said wearily.
"H I knew. I'd gn now. Some place
where they won't know about me. Here
nobody, when they find out, treats
me like other people. Except," she
added, "Jim Whiting."
"And me," he said gently.
"And you." She turned to look
eearchlngly Into his eyea. "Don't It
really make any difference to you?"
"I settled that question once for all
last Sunday."
Her look of gratitude disturbed him
atrongely. He stirred uncomfortably.
She saw, but did not understand.
8be pointed to the sinking sun.
"See! It's getting late. I must go
home and get your supper."
He took her hand and helped her
to rise. But he did not release the
band.
"Have you liked It today? And will
you come again?" He smiled down
epos her
In her eyes was still the look of
gratitude, of trust. "If you want to,"
■he anawered simply.
And In the weeks that followed they
did repeat that holiday more than
•nee.
Mark did not try to analyae hla
pleasure In those weeka. Hla heart
aald: "I am young and life should be
bright But thla existence—toil, eat.
Bleep and toll again—la eating my
youth away. I have a right to thla
little pleasure." The only real shadow
waa that caat by Jim Whiting.
The weekly bulletins to Unity con-
tained Important omlaatona.
- One night he waa In hla roots, sleep-
laaa. There had been no little chat
with Kaala after rapper. She had had
flat time to make her almple toilet
More Jim Whiting came to carry her
•WW Mark lay there, toaalog reet-
Jaaely, vlalonlng the two In aome ee-
alnded spot where Whiting oould make
fete to her undisturbed. The thought
wna not a sedative. He wlabed they
«nM come home; he did not like
to think of her out In the languorous
MM *tth Whiting.
la time they «M retain. The omr-
mnr of their voteoe oa the tittle front
i to hla
ahe aulfured It. Hot anger—and aome-
thing fur sharpen— boiled within the
eavesdropper. Nor was It perceptibly
cooled when ,he saw her deftly avoid
the kiss Whiting would have takou
she luughud aa she broke away. Whit-
lug went down the steps, whistling
gully.
Mark Was still standing on the stair
when she went In. She sUrted.
"Oh! Is that you?"
"I think It Is."
"That's a funny thing to say," she
laughed. "Your voice sounds funny,
too."
He had Just been condemning Whit-
ing for the Indecent length of hlB stay,
Now he said: 'Let's go out on tho
porch a while."
They went out Into the moonlight.
Ho sat upon the railing and stared
grimly In the diroctlon of Whiting'
departure. It was past midnight; the
streot slept. From the valley below
them cable the rumble of the mills
that were teaching him fear and self-
control. He was silent for a few min-
utes, while he tried to maater the ugly
thing within him.
"What Is It?" she asked wonder-
Ingly.
"Kazia," he blurted out, "you
shouldn't let him do that"
"Oh! You saw?"
"I didn't mean to."
"Why do you «ay I shouldn't?"
"He—he's not fit to touch you.'
"He's very Jolly and nice to me,"
she said quietly. "And—and he wants
to take me away."
"But you're not going, are you?" he
cried.
She sighed, "I don't know—yet"
"Kazia!" He did not know how his
voice was shaking. "Promise me you
won't go away with him."
"Why not?" She turned to him.
"Why not?"
"Because," he began unsteadily, "be-
cause I want the best for you. Be-
cause—because this!" With a sudden
rough reckless movement he caught
her close to him. She suffered him as
she had Jim Whiting. "Don't you know
I want only the best for you?"
"I think I do." She put a hand to
his cheek and turned hla face out of
the Bhadow, looking long and search-
ingly Into his eyes.
Then she gave a little algh. "I prom-
ise—now." Her Hps waited for his
kiss.
Gradually his senses cleared. He
began to see the ugly treachery of
what he had done. His strong clasp
Blackened.
She seemed to feel, with the sixth
sense that waa hers, the change in
him.
"What is it?" She looked up In
quick alarm.
"Nothing." To avoid her eyes he
caught her close again, burying his
face in her hair, and yielded to the
intoxication of her. "Oh! Kazia,
Kazia!" . . ,
CHAPTER VIII.
Afire.
July came, such a month as the
city could not remember, humid and
sickenlngly hot. Children played lan-
guidly, always In the shade, and
docked around Ice wagons, quarreling
over the division of the fast melting,
cool fragments.
In the mills the men tolled on,
"speeding up" as always to feed a
world hunger for steel. They drank
vast quantities of water; they salted
it that they might drink the more, be-
lieving that in much sweating alone
lay safety. There were giants in those
days. But sometimes they fell. A sud-
den drying up of sweat, a violent nau-
sea, a sharp blinding pressure upon
the brain—In a few minutes or fewer
hours they were dead; their names did
not always appear In the dally lists.
Some that did not die found their
strength forever broken.
The fierce heat blistered Mark's
naked sweating skin. The water he
drank carried out through his pores
the food that should have nourished
him. The heavy labor put upon him a
weariness sleep could not diBpel. The
incessant roar, tearing at quivering
nerves, impeding thought, became in
his overwrought state exquisite tor-
ture. Hate, for the mills, for those
above who drove so pitilessly, even for
the men beside him, filled him; and
fear. Once, when Henley, passing,
gave his carelesa nod, he waB an-
swered only with a venomous glare
that summoned the master's sardonic
grin. Mark could have killed him then.
He envied Roman, often almost bit-
terly. The big Pole felt and showed
the effects of the Intense heat but
he waa the same unflurrle<] philosoph-
ical workman aa ever, always with a
cheerful word; no fear of collapse dis-
turbed him.
Through watching him Mark waa
beaet by a new temptation. When
their turns were ended Roman and
the men Invariably flocked to the ne«r-
eat saloon and there drank repeatedly
—whisky and brandy moetly—until
rigor returned to their worn out bodies.
It waa a false vigor, Mark knew, and
short-lived. But there were times
when the thought of the hour of sur-
oeaae from fatigue, of spirited outlook,
lured him almost Irresistibly.
And one evening he followed Roman
and hla eompankma to the tar.
"WhlBky." he ordered.
Roman put out a restraining hand.
"Ton tatter not drink," he ooanaslsd
gravely. "Or only beer."
Mark laughed recklsastl and re-
Thrtoo be a
Ing gnawed more sharply. That ere
nlng Human, understating, avoided
the saloon and led Mark by a straight
course homeward. Thereafter It waa
hla custom, until Mark saw the care
and forbade.
"You neodn't be afraid. It costa too
much. Everything." he added with a
bitterness for which Koman had not
the key, "costs too much."
"Zo? Hut you are tlredt. Unt you
are not strong. Vy do you not leaf
the York?"
"Give up now, after holding on thla
far) I gueas you don't mean that
llut some day I'll get where 1 want—
I'll have life by the throat." It did
not seem melodramatic to him. "Then
I'll make It pay for this—on Its kneea."
Roman shook his bead gravely, aa
at a blasphemy.
"You shouldt not say to. Alvays
life las tho master. But you are tlredt."
And In the midst of tho ordeal by
fire he fought hla first battle. At times
he was almoat grateful for the physi-
cal weariness that distracted him from
the Inner struggle.
He learned then how Insensibly
Unity had receded Into the back-
ground. She had become vague, of
little substance; she was a story ho
had read a long time ago. But she
was real, too, in that she was a habit.
Thero was a memory that accused—
a girl, for once warm and yielding,
In the last glory of the sunset cling-
ing to him with the tremulous cry;
"You won't forget me out there?" He
had made a vow. . . . Within a
twelvemonth he had clasped another.
That other waa both real. Intensely
real—and near. He tried to avoid
her; It was not eaay.
Kazia went about, quieter than ever,
what she felt too deep for words, too
solemn for laughter. She did not again
break Into song. But no one seeing
her eyes could hive doubted what had
come Into her heart. And she gave
to her lover with both hands, knowing
no thrift In love.
Her happiness awed, sometimes al-
most frightened her, but she would not
question It When her sixth sense
stirred, she shamed It Into Bllence.
She saw In her lover's eyes a trouble
that deepened as the days went by,
heard It In his voice, felt It when he
clasped her.
One evening—the last before the hot
wave broke; but he did Lot know that
—he dragged himself homeward, be-
lieving he had come to the end of his
endurance.
"But I suppose I haven't," he sighed.
"Probably I'll Just go on and on—but
some day I'll dro&. I wonder why I
do it! I wish the end would come
soon—now." He thought he meant
that.
Even the bath brought no relief. He
sat down to a supper against the very
thought of which his stomach revolted.
After a few mouthfuls he left the table
and went to his room. He threw him-
self, still dressed, on the bed, tossing
restlessly In the vain search for an
easy position. His body was one dull
ache. The overheated blood pounded
through his veins, each throb a knife
that hacked his brain. His skin waa
hot and dry, hlB mouth parched; fever
rose.
The late darkness fell, dispelled a
little by the faint glow from a nearby
street lamp; It found him lying Inert
but awake. H1b mind was beginning
behave queerly, seeing strange
shadowy objects that moved stealthily
about. He caught himself muttering
to them. He wondered If he were
growing delirious, but he could not
summon energy to call out or arise.
It must have been 10 o'clock when
be thought he heard a light tap on the
door. He made an effort to speak.
"Come."
The door opened. Some one tip-
toed softly to the bedside and leaned
over him.
"Are you sick?" came the broken
Ho felt ber lips on his forehead.
After that ha slept.
When he awoke the room waa dark.
A cool molat wind swept strongly In
upon him. He heard the rumble of
far away retreating thunder. And with
the heat the headache and overpow-
erlng fatigue had gone. lie drew a
long sighing breath. Something stirred
In bla hand.
Then In tha faint reflection of the
atreet lamp he aaw the figure crouch-
ing on the floor at the bedside, ber
choek pillowed In hla outstretched
band. It took him a moment to real-
ise what had brought her there.
"Are you awake?" she whispered.
"Yea." i
"And better?"
"All right now, tbanka to you.—
Why, you're all wet!"
"Yes." She roso stiffly to her kneea.
"It's been storming and It rained In
on me a little. But It's cooler now."
"And you—What time Is It?"
"A clock Just struck four."
"And you've been hure all the time?"
"I was afraid you'd wake up and
need some one. And—I wanted to."
"Kazia, why do you do these thlngf
for me?"
"It la my place."
Her place! What place, then, had
he given her? "Kaila—" he began.
But more than cowardice sealed bis
Hps. She might have been consciously
fighting for her love. She bent over
and klBsed him.
"Hush! You need to sleep."
CHAPTER IX.
anxious whisper. "You looked so tired
He Saw the Figure Crouching on the
Floor at the Bedside.
—and you came up without—speaking
to me. They said, let you sleep. But
I've been—ao afraid."
He caught her hand and clung to It
"Would you mind ataylng a while?"
he whispered back. "My head does
funny tricks In the dark."
She put her free hand to hla hot
forehead. Then she gave a low pity-
ing cry. "You are sick!—Walt!"
She left the room quietly. Soon ahe
returned with towela and a baa In of
water In which ice tinkled. She
lighted the gaa Jet and turned It very
low.
"Close your eyea now," ahe said
softly. "and try to sleep. I didn't tell
any one, becaaee I wanted to help you
myself."
He lay paeslie. while she placed
oold wet towels over hla eyea. battad
hla hands and wriata la the icy water
and stroked hla throbbing temple* He
wondered dolly that hands which
Liquid Iron.
The hot spell was over.
For fifty-seven years Roman had
tolled aa few men can toll—on the
tiny farm that had been hla father*a,
to satisfy the greedy tax gatherer; In
Essen, learning another craft under
the maater Krupp; In the new land
whose promise bad lured him. Not
once had his superb strength and en-
durance failed him; therefore he had
never known fear, had not believed
that the fate that overtook othera
must aome day be his. He had been
very prodigal of that strength.
But one day—such a one as In that
season the steel-workers called cool-
he staggered and fell. It was three
days before he could go back to his
Job. During that time Mark Truitt
was In charge of the furnace.
He who returned waB not the care-
ful, precise, unflurried workman. He
knew fear. He tired easily and was
uncertain of temper. The heat fretted
him and he worried over bis work. He
lost in efficiency; several times he
tapped the furnace either too Boon
or too late and was sharply repri-
manded. To keep up and to forget
the new weakness be drank more
whisky than ever. Within two weeka
he collapsed again.
It w&b during Roman's third lay-off
that Qracey, the foreman, said to
Mark: "It looka like Roman's done
for."
"It looks that way," Mark assented.
"It's come pretty sudden with him.
It does that sometimes."
Yes." Mark Btared sadly through
the furnace mouth at the boiling flame-
swept slag. Thn drama had become a
tragedy. There was an element In
steel of which chemists took no ac-
count—the lives and souls of men.
"He can't expect to keep his Job,"
he heard the foreman continue, "away
half the time like this. And last week
he spoiled two heats. I'm afraid we'll
have to let him go."
YeB!" Mark's mouth twisted In an
ugly sneer. "He's given you the best
he had. And now he's breaking down.
So—scrap him, of course!"
"That's funny talk," grunted the
foreman. "Especially since the super-'
Intendent and I've been talking It over
and we think of you for the Job. That
makes It look different, don't it?" he
laughed.
"No, it doesn't Do you suppose I
haven't been thinking of that—count-
ing on It—ever since he broke first?"
Mark turned hot eyes on the foreman.
•'Why, that's the worst of you. You
drive us to the limit and when we
break you kick ua oil like an old shoe.
And that isn't enough. You've got to
make beasts of ua, every man dogging
the fellow ahead, glad when he drops
and lets go his Job. Damn you all.
anyhow!"
"Then I'm to tell the superintendent
you don't want the Job?"
Mark looked again Into the boiling
furnace, felt its consuming breath, lis-
tened to the mills' strident voice.
Through every sense he caught their
menace; his spirit cowered before It
But he who had come so near to fall-
ing could know the bitterness of him
through whose fall advancement would
come.
"No!" he snarled In savage con-
tempt for himself and hla hollow high
Indignation. "You can tell him I'm a
beast like all the reet"
He waa on the night turn then. In
the morning he went reluctantly to
Roman's house. At breakfaat he was
alone with Kazia. But there waa no
love-making that morning. Nor did he
explain that he waa to supersede her
uncle at the furnace.
"How's Roman Y' he aaked with an
added Inward twinge.
"He's not much better," ahe sighed.
"We're worried about him. Ha frets
because he thlnka he might loae hla
Job-
He said nothing.
"Do you think be will?"
"Yea." He made ahlft to ralae hla
eyea to here. "I think ha will.
"Juat because te'a alek. Oh. auraly
not!"
"Because he's wad up. And when
you're used up, yon've got to get out
to make room for better—for ttaae
that can atlll be a safe 11
"Oh. that would break hi* heart
How I hate thoee mills!" aha cried.
But don't tell hla yon think that"
"No." His eyea tell. "I want Ml
dm. Hell Bod eat aooa em
Roman did aot go tack to
antll hla ahlft woo en fey tom
llut hli presentiment had not told him
how deep the hurt wou|d be.
Ha tried to look tba man ha had
been. Hut hla tired laek-luater eyea
tailed tha stiffly martial ahouldera
and Arm step. lie want straight to tha
foreman.
"Mine chop?- he asked steadily.
"You Till take It avay?'
"I'm afraid we'll have to lot you go,
Roman."
"Unt vy?" There waa no complaint
"Ypu're laying off too much." tho
foreman answered bluntly. "And you're
getting careless In your work. You've
lost your grip."
"I haf been tick. Mefty," Roman
made an effort to speak the confidence
be did not feel, "meppy I'll get better."
"I hope so. You've been a good man
In your time. But I don't think so.
You're getting too old for the work."
Qracey wa« still young; he could speak
carelessly of growing old.
"In my lime! Oldt," Roman re-
peated slowly. "I haf not bellefedt
*o."
He did not wince. But the shoul-
ders he had been holding so bravely
erect sagged.
"Oldt! It Iss to."
He started to move away, but the
foreman called him back.
"See here, Roman," he said with
rough kindness. "You've always drawn
"Huhl" Sneered Plotr, "You're Glad
Enough of the Chance."
good pay. And you've quite a bit laid
by, I hear. Why don't you go back
to your own country and take It eaay
the rest of your life?"
Roman eyed him listlessly. "Hera
lss mine country. But I do not rant
to take it easy. Alvays haf I vorkedt
—the vork of strong men."
He left the foreman and walked
slowly, heavily before the furnaces un-
til he came to his old station. There
he stopped, watching the crew at
work; in particular watching the fig-
ure—so slight for that labor—of the
young man who had endured where
Btronger men fell. How neatly he fit-
ted Into his new niche!
"Unt he Isb not oldt. Oldt!" Roman
shivered.
Mark Truitt ate—or pretended to
eat—his supper in the saloon that
night. He could not bring himself to
face the ordeal of sitting at table with
Roman's family.
There was no sense of triumph in
his promotion, honestly earned though
it was as hlB world measured such
things.
He walked to Roman'B house, with
a firm tread that was the outward ex- { w f _
presslon of his mood. He knew Just | guTI can glve^verythlng."
Plotr abarlad: "You've got s nerve
to eoma back hero at alL"
"Plotr," Roman reproved kite
«ul«tly, "It Iss not for you."
"Of course," Mark addreaaed Roman,
"you want roe to go. 1 suppose yon
blame me. I blame myself somehow—
I don't know why. It—it Isn't fair! It
lan't my fault you've been flred. You
ought to sea that. And I'd bo a fool
not to take your Job, now that you
can't bare It any mora."
"Huhl" sneered Plotr. "You're glad
enough of the chance, too."
"PlotrI" Tho boy subsided. Roman
went on: "It Isa not your fault I am
oldt, no. But—It laa tatter you go.
You haf mine chop. It Iss not goot
for me to see unt hear of the vork
of strong men ven I am not strong."
"I will go tonight"
"I haf not saldt tonight Ven you
haf another goot place to go."
"I will go tonight"
"Well—good-by, then," aald Plotr
promptly.
Mark waited a moment longer. But
there was really nothing more to bo
said. .He went upstairs.
His carpetbpg packed—a brief task
—hi waited. And this was hard—
hard! Now there waa at least the sem-
blance of a struggle.
It almost shook him because with
that went—Kaxla. Instinct, brushing
aside the mist of false teachings, In-
terpreted anew and aright the passion
he had thought ignoble, warned him to
take this whole love while yet there
was time.
"Almost thou persuadest me.
But not altogether. His desire—to
survive, to win hla place among the
masters—still held the whip, kept him
facing doggedly his straight road
ahead. And, aa If jealous of any rival
for supremacy over him, It claimed
the pale lesser love. He could not see
the unlettered Hunky girl sharing that
conquest.
When she came, ahe stood for a mo-
ment at the door, a question and a
great fear In her eyes.
"I—I waa waiting for you," he aald.
"I knew. But 1 couldn't come any
aooner.'
Her glance fell to the bag, rose
again. She walked slowly toward him.
He rose. Scarcely an arm's length
away, she halted. Suddenly tears stood
In her eyes. She put out both bands
In a quick pleading gesture.
"Don't go!"
"They don't want me to stay, Kazia."
"That's because you've taken hla
Job. Don't take It!"
He shook his head. "You don't un-
derstand. There's no reason why I
shouldn't take It"
"He's your friend."
"You don't understand," he repeated
wearily. "If I could give him back
hla Job by not taking It I'd not take
It" He believed that then! He be-
gan again the old reasoning. "But
I couldn't Some one else would get
It—that's all. Isn't It better for me
to have It than a stranger? Roman,"
he concluded bitterly, "ought to see it
that way."
"I know there Isn't any good reaaon.
But—I couldn't go with you, If you
took it"
She couldn't go with him! His eyea
fell miserably.
"Oh, no!" With one swift step she
bridged the space between them,
throwing her arms around his neck.
"Oh, no! I didn't mean that I'd go
with, you, whatever you did. I'd have
'to. I couldn't Btay here, when you're
gone—go back to the way It was be-
fore you came. I couldn't Stand that"
A little shudder passed over her.
"You can't understand," he cried
again. "I've tried—"
"I know. I've seen It troubling you.
though 1 didn't know what It was. But
—can't you see? I'm the reason.
You'll never find any one that can love
you like I can. It's all I know—to
love—to love you. I don't aak much
Ttirow away the
washboard. Use RUB-
NO-MORE GARBO NAP-
THA SOAP. Save your
back—save your tem-
per—save your clothes
—make washday play-
day. "Carbo" kills
germs. "Naptha"
cleans. Watch results.
RUB-NO-MORE
CARBO NAPTHA
SOAP la harmleae to
tho finest fabric
and makea your
wash aweet and
aanltary. It doea
norneed hot water.
Naptha Cleana
RUB-NO-MORE
Washiag Powder
th* C«n(i—All Grocers
The Rub-No-More Co., Ft. Wayne, lad
Csrbo Dlslnfecta
RUB-NO-MORE
Csrbo Naptha Soap
Throw Away
your complexion troubles with your
powder puff — no need of either
when you use pure, harmlesa
"The ALL DAY BEAUTY POWDER"
At all dealers or by mail 50c
Zona Co.. Wichita. Kansas.
University of Notri Dame
NOTRE DAME, INDIANA
Thorough Education, Moral Training.
Twenty-one conr.es iMdlnff to dome. In
Clinic., Modern Letter., Journal lam, Political
economy, Commerce, Otaemlatry, Biology,
Pharmacy, taglneerlnv. Architecture, Law.
Preparatory School, Yarloua cooraea.
Tot Cataloguea addrau
BOX H. NOT It IE DAMB. INDIANA
Marrying for wealth la too much
like going to the hornet for honey.
To atop bleeding use Hanford'a Bal-
aam. Adv.
Genius to be appreciated should ho
kept at a distance in most cases.
Red Cross Ball Blue makea the laundress
happy, makea clothes whiter than anow.
11 good grocers. Adv.
The millennium, like most good
things, la in no hurry about showing
up.
MM
Thoee who pay as they go can
travel on rubber tlrea moat of tho
time.
We haar of new uses of Hanford'a
Balaam of Myrrh. In dehorning cat-
tle, light applications help to atop
bleeding, making the use of a hot Iron
unnecessary. Adv.
To Suit
"What kind of a hat would you no-
ommend for that medical girl?"
"Something with a 'stiff* frame."
Refuted.
Stella—Packers say that meat ani-
mals can't catch up with the con-
sumer.
Bella—Ever have a bull chase youT
what was coming. He dreaded It. the
moment when he must again face the
man by whose fall he profited, must
again break the sweet ties this life
formed only to sever. Yet he did not
flinch. He might rail agalnat the is-
sues presented to him, but at leaat he
had always the courage of hla choice.
There waa none of the trappings of
tragedy In the moment he had dreaded.
The family was gathered as usual In
the dining room. Roman had himself
In hand once more.
Mark stopped In the doorway. For
the life of him he could not speak the
commonplace salutation on hla Hps.
He saw Kaxla steal quietly from the"
room. But he knew that she stayed
within hearing.
It was Roman who broke the alienee.
"You har eaten?"
"At the saloon."
"Zo? You shouldt haf come. Va
valted."
With a force that must have hurt
her he freed himself from her class
and sank shaking Into the chair, cov-
ering hla face with his hands. For •
breath the acalea quivered. Then:
"Kaala," he whispered. "1 haven't
been square with you. There'*—there's
another girl—"
"There Is—And you—"
After what seemed like a long
silence he dared to glance up to sea
how ahe had taken It By then aha
had crept to the threahold and waa
looking back at him. About her llpa
a dazed, foolish little smile waa play-
ing. And her eyea were the eyea ot
one who had Just seen a great horror.
When he looked up again, she waa
gone.
An hour later—how he could not
have told—he found himself wander
lug In the streets, carrying his ancient
caroetbag.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
MOST WONDERFUL OF PUMPS
Contrivance Known ao tho Hi
Heart Truly a Marvolona Pleeo
of Machinery.
The moat perfect pomp In the world,
the moot perfect ever made, la also tho
oldoot—how old, no one knows, tor It
la aa old aa man klmaalf.
Thla pomp la ao small and so Hght
that It might bo carried In an overcoat
pocket. Tat It mi
without a stop, wit
drawing In and sending forth two and
and a half oencee of llqmld 19
minute, la ono attnato It pmmm ITS
onaeoe; In one how. «•*
one year, I.7U.7M jissla tta
Ufa la ahont T# yean. In whlafc
U pmm
characteristic Inseparably connected
with thla pamp. which Is that once It
atope It cannot be started up again,
unless immediate atope be taken to
do so by an aipert. Even thla gen-
erally falla. So tho owner should use
care and Judgment In IU upkeep.
There la no ether machtnery that wo
hare any knowledge of of which thn
above can bo said. How this la all
la known only to
His Opportunity.
"It Is said that the old-faahloned
bustle is again coming back."
"Then the man who used to hlds
behind hla wlfe'a skirts wUl have an-
other inning."
Porflrio Diaz's Poetlo Prophecy.
President Porflrio Diaz, who ruled
over Mexico for more than a quarter
of a century aa an absolute dictator,
believed that only such Iron rule could
bring peace and progress to the half*
civilised mllllona of that country.
Several years ago, when his power
waa atlll unbroken, an American, who
was on intimate terms with him, ven-
tured to suggest that the Mexlcana
were now prepared for a more liberal
form of government, and hinted that
hla rule waa too severe.
The stern old man stiffened hla
gaunt figure* and ran hla fingers
through hla locks, now white with
years.
"When these snows melt," he aald.
prophetically, "the mud will be deep
In Mexico!"—Youth's Companion.
DISAPPEARED
Coffee Alia Vanieh Before Pactum.
It seems almoat too good to bn
true, the way headache, nervousnees.
Insomnia, and many other obscure
troubles vanish when coffee la din-
missed and Postum used aa the regu-
lar table beverage.
The reaaon la clear. Coffee con-
tains a polaonoua drug caffeine
which canaea the trouble, but Poetam
contains only the food alementa In
choice hard wheat with n little mo-
A Phlla. man grew eethnalaatlo and
wrote aa follows:
"Until It monthtt ago I need coffee
regularly every day and suffered from
headache, bitter taate In my mouth,
and IndlgeaMon; waa gloomy and lrri-
table, had variable or abeant appetite,
loae of teak, deprenoed In apirUa. eta.
n attribute thoee thlaga to ooffee.
■teen I quit It and have drank
Poetam I feel bettor than I had Im
M yean, am leaa ansasgUbto to eaM.
have galaed 20 the. end tho 1
•Cl .
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