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MARTHA DELbINGDR
COPYP/OPY /9// TJi£ POSB3 -MPP/iJU CQAfPAJVY
SYNOPSIS.
Agatha Redmond, opera singer, stnrilng
tor an auto drive In New York, finds a
stranger sent as her chauffi
she is accosted
as her chaufieur. Later
she is accosted by a stranger who climbs
Into the auto and chloroforms her. James
Hambleton of Lynn. Mass., witnesses the
abduction of Agatha Redmond. Hamble-
ton sees Agatha forcibly taken aboard .a
yacht. He secures a tug and when near
the yacht drops overboard. Aleck Van
Camp, friend of Hambleton. had an ap-
pointment with him. Not meeting Ham-
nleion, he makes a call upon friends.
Madame and Miss Melanie Reynler te
proposes to the latter and is refused. The
three arrange a coast trip on Van Camp's
yacht, the Sea Gull. Hambleton wanes
up on board the Jeanne D'Arc, the yach'
on which Is Agatha Redmond. He meets
a man who Introduces himself as Mon-
sieur Chatelard, who Is Agatha’s abduc-
tor. They fight, but are interrupted by
the sinking of the vessel. Jimmy and
Agatha are abandoned by the crew, who
take to the boats. Jimmy and Agatha
1 finally reach shore
Re
ike to
swim for hours and finally reai
in a thoroughly exhausted condition. Re-
covering slightly, the pair find Hand, the
chauffeur who assisted In Agatha’s ab-
duction. He agrees to help them. Jim is
delirious and on the verge of death. Hand
for help. He returns with Dr.
goes for help. He returns
Thayor, who revives Jim. and the party
is conveyed to Charlesport. where Aga-
tha’s property Is located. Van Camp and
tils party. In the Sea Guil, reach Charles-
port and get tidings of the wreck of the
Jeanne D’Arc. Aleck finds Jim on the
verge of death and Agatha In despair.
Dr. Thayer declares his sister, Mrs. Stod-
dard. is the only one who can save Jim.
She is a woman of strong religious con-
victions, and dislikes Agatha on account
of her profession. She refuses to nurse
Jim. Agatha pleads with her and she
conRentB to take the case. Hand explains
how he escaped from the wreck, though
he will say nothing concerning the ab-
duction. Lizzie, Agatha's maid, arrives
from New York. The fight for Jim’s
life goes on. Van Camp hears Agatha's
story and gets on lire track of Chatelard,
who escaped fri
escaped
is finally
atelard.
l the wreck. Hanible-
out of danger. Chamber-
Camp. goes after
rom the wreck,
ton Is finally out o:
lain, friend of Van
CHAPTER XVIII.—Continued.
“Mr. Van Camp and his friend came
In just after I’d put you to bed. Miss
Redmond, and ate a bite of breakfast
right off that table; and ’twas a mercy
I’d cleared all the kulch outer the at-
tic, as I did last week, for Mr. Van
Camp he wanted a place to sleep
and he’s up there now. Used to be a
whole lot er the parson's books up
there; but I put thdm on a shelf In
the spare room. The other man went
off toward the village."
Agatha, looking about the pleasant'
kitchen, was tempted to Unger. Sal-
lie's conversation yielded, to the dis-
cerning. something of the rich essence
of the past; and Agatha began to
yearn for a better knowledge of the
recluse who had been her frleud. un
known, through all the years. Hut she
remembered her Industrious plans for
the day and postponed her talk with
Sallie.
“I remember there used to be
grove, a stretch of wood, somewhere
beyond the church, Sallie. Which way
Is it—along the path that goes
through the churchyard?"
"No, this way; right back er the
yard. Parson Thayer he used to walk
that way quite often." Sallie went
with Agatha to another stile beyond
the churchyard, and pointed over the
pasture to a fringe of dark trees along
the farther border. “Right there by
that apple tree, the path is. But don’t
go far, Miss Redmond; the woods ain’t
healthy."
"All right, Sallie; thank you. 1'U
not stay long." She called Danny and
started out through the pasture, with
the hound, sober and dignified and
happy, at her heels.
The wood was cool and dim. With
an uneven wagon road winding In and
out between the stumps. Enormous
sugar-maples reared their fornjs here
and there; occasionally a lithe birch
lifted a tossing head; and. farther
within, pines shot their straight
trunks, arrow like, up to the canopy
above.
Farther along, the road widened Into
a little clearing, beyond which the
birch and maple trees gave place en-
tirely to pines and hemlocks The un-
derbrush disappeared, and a brown
carpet of needles and cones spread far
under the shade. The leafy rustle of
1he deciduous trees ceased, and a ma-
jestic stillness, deeper than thought,
pervade? the place. At the clearing
Just within this deeper wood Agatha
paused, sat down on a stone and took
Danny's head In her lap. The dog
looked up Into her face with the wist-
ful. melancholy gaze of his kind. In-
articulate yet eloquent.
The Bun was nearly at zenith, and
bright flecks of light lay here and
there over the brown earth. As
Agatha grew accustomed to the shade,
It seemed pleasant and not at all un-
cheerful—-the gaiety of sunlight sub-
dued only to a softer tone The reso-
lution which had brought her thither
returned. She stood up under the
dome of pines and began softly to sing,
trying her voice first In single tones,
then a scale of two, a trill. At first
her voice was not clear, but as she
continued It emerged from Its sheath
of huskiness clear and flutelike, and
liquid as the notes of the thrushes that
Inhabited the wood. Thu pleasure of
the exercise grew, and presently,
warbling her songs there in the oth-
erwise pleasant forest, Agatha became
conscious of a strange accompaniment
Pausing a moment, she perceived that
the grove was vocal with tone long
after her voice had ceased. It was-
not exactly an echo, but a slowly re-
ceding resonance, faint duplications
and multiplications of her voice, gent-
ly floating into the thickness of the
forest.
Charmed, like a child who discovers
some curious phenomenon of nature.
Agatha tried her voice again and
again, listening, between whiles, to
the ghostly tones reverberating among
the pines. She sang the slow majestic
Lascla ch'lo planga." which has test
ed every singer’s voice Bince Handel
wrote it; and then, curious, she tried
the elfect of the aerial sounding-board
with quick, brilliant runs up and
down the full range of the voice. But
the effect waB more beautiful with
something melodious and somewhat
slow; and there came to her mind an
old-fashioned song which, as a girl,
she had often sung with her mother:
"Oh! that we two were maylng
Down the stream of the soft spring
breeze."
She sang the stanza through, softly,
walking up and down among the pines.
Danny, at “first, walked up and down
beside her gravely, and then lay down
in the middle of the path, keeping an
eye on Agatha's movements. Her
voice, pitched at its softest, now
seemed to be Infinitely enlarged with-
out being made louder, It carried far
In among the trees, clear and soft as
a wave-rtpple. Entranced, Agatha be-
gan the second part of the song, just
for the Joy of singing:
“Oh! that we two sat dreaming
On the sward of some sheep-trimmed
down—"
when suddenly, from the distance, an
other voice took up the strain. Danny
was Instantly up and oft to Investigate,
but presently came back wagging and
begging his mistress to follow him.
In spite of her surprise In hearing
another voice complete the duet,
Agatha went on with the song, half
singing, half humming. It was a wom-
an's voice that joined her’s, singing
the part quite according to the book:
“With our limbs at rest on the quiet
earth’s breast
And our souls at home with God!
The pine canopy spread the voices
first one and then the other, until the
wood was like a vast cathedral filled
with the softest music of the organ
pipes.
There 'was nobody In sight at first,
but as Agatha followed the path, she
presently saw a white arm *nd skirt
projecting from behind the trunk of a
tree. Danny, wagging slowly, ap-
peared to wish to make friends, and
before Agatha had time to wonder, the
stranger emerged and came toward
her with outstretched hand
"Ah, forgive me! 1 hid and then
startled you; but 1 was tempted by
the song And this forest temple—
tsh’t It wonderful?"
Agatha looked at the stranger, sud
denly wondering If she were not some
familiar but half-forgotten acquaint-
ance of years agone. She was a beau
tlful dark woman, probably two or
three years older than herself, mature
and self-poised as only a woman of the
cosmopolitan world can be. It might
be that compared to her Agatha was a
bit crude and unfinished, with the
years of her full blossoming yet to
come. She had no wordB at the mo-
ment. and the older woman, still hold-
ing Agatha's hand, explained.
“I did not mean to steal In upon
you; but as I came into the grove 1
heard you singing Handel, and I
couldn't resist listening. Your voice
Is wonderful! Especially here!” As
she looked Into Agatha's face, her sin-
cere eyes and voice gave the praise
that no one can resist, the tribute of
one artist to another.
"This is. Indeed, a beautiful hall. I
found It out Just now by accident,
when I came up here to practice and
see If I had any voice left,” said
Agatha. She paused, as It suddenly
occurred to her that the visitor might
be James Hambleton's slater and that
she was being delinquent as a hostess.
"But come back to the house,” she
said "This is not a hospitable place,
exactly, to receive a guest."
The stranger laughed gently. “Have
you guessed who I am, then? No?
Well, you see I had the advantage of
you from the first. You are Miss Red-
mond, and I followed you here from
the house where your servant gave me
the directions. I am Miss Reynler.
Melanie Reynler, and I am staying at
the Hillside. Mr. Van Camp—" and to
blushed crimson at this point—“that
is, we. my aunt and I, were Mr. Van
Camp's guests on board the Sea Gull.
When he heard of the wreck of the
Jeanne D'Arc we put In to Charles-
port; though he haB probably ex-
plained all this to you. It was such a
relief and pleasure to Mr. Van Camp
to find his cousin, 111 as he was; for
he had feared the worst.”
Agatha had not heard Miss Rey-
nler’s name before, but she knew
vaguely that Mr. Van Camp had been
with a yachting party when he arrived
at Charlesport. Now that she was
face to face with Miss Reynler, a keen
liking and Interest, a quick confidence,
rose in her heart for her.
“Then perhaps you know Mr. Ham-
bleton,” said Agatha Impulsively.
“The fever turned last night. Were
you told that Ije Is better?”
No, I don't know him," said Me-
lanie, shaking her head. "Neverthe-
less, I am heartily glad to hear that
he Is better. Much better, they said
at the house.”
They had been standing at the place
where Agatha had first discovered her
visitor, but now they turned back Into
the clearing
"Come and try the organ plpeB
again," she begged. They walked
about the wood, singing first one
strain and then another, testing the
curiously beautiful properties of the
footing of friendliness. It was evident
that each was capable of laying aside
formality, when she wished to do so,
pine dome. They were quickly on a
and each was, at heart, frank and sin-
cere. Melanie's talent for song was
not small, yet she recognized In
Agatha a superior gift; while, to Aga
tha. Melanie Reynler seemed increas
lngly mature, polished, full of charm.
They left the wood and wandered
back through the pasture and over the
stile, each learning many things In re-
gard to the other. They spoke of the
place and ltB beauty, and Agatha told
Melanie of the childhood memories
which, for the first time, she had re-
vived In their living background.
“How our thoughts change!” she
said at last. “As a child, 1 never felt
this farm to be lonely; It was the
most populous and entertaining place
In all the world. I much preferred
the wood to anything In the city. 1
love It now. too; but It seems the
essence of solitude to me.
“That Is because you have been
where the passtons and restlessness
of men have centered. One la never
the satne after that.”
“Strangely enough, the place now
belongs to me." went on Agatha. “Par-
son Thayer, the former owner and
resident, was my mother’s guardian
and friend, and left the place to me
for her sake."
“Ah, that Is well!" cried Melanie.
"It will be your castle of retreat,
your Sans-Soucl, for all your life. I
envy you! It Is charming. Pastor—
Parson, do you say?—Parson Thayer
was a man of Judgment"
“Yes, and a man of strange and
dominating personality, In his way
Everything about the house speaks of
him and his tastes. Even Danny here
follows me, I really believe, because
I am beginning to appreciate his for-
mer master."
Agatha stooped and patted the dog's
head. Youth and health, helped by
the sympathy of a friend, were work
!ng wonders In Agatha. She beamed
with happiness
“Come into the house," she begged
Melanie, "and look at some of his
books with me. But first we’U find
Sallie and get luncheon, and perhaps
Mr. Van Camp will appear by that
time. Poor man, he was quite worn
out. Then you shall see Parson Thay-
er's books and flowers, If you will.”
They strolled over the velvet lawn
toward the front of the house, where
the door and the long windows stood
open. Down by the road, and cIobb
to the lilac bushes that flanked the
gateway, st?od a large silver-white
automobile—evidently Miss Reynler*
conveyance. The driver of the ma-
chine had disappeared.
"I mustn’t trespass on your kindness
for luncheon today, thank you," Me-
lanie was Baying; "but I'll come again
soon, If I may." Meantime ahe was
moving slowly down the walk. But
Agatha would not have It so. She
clung to this woman friend with an
unwonted eagerness, begging her to
stay
“We are quite alone, and we have
been bo miserable over Mr. Hamble-
ton'a Illness," she pleaded quite 11-
logically. "Do stay and cheer us up!"
And so Melanie was persuaded; eas-
ily, too, except for her compunctions
about abusing the hospitality of a
household whose first care must neces-
sarily be for the sick.
"I want to stay," aho said frankly.
restfulnesa Itself; and 1 haven't seen
the garden at all!" She walked back
over the lawn, looked admiringly out
toward the garden, with Its purple and
yellow flowers, then gazed into the
lofty thicket above her head, where
the high elm spread Its century-old
branches. Agatha, standing a little
apart and looking at Melanie, was
again struck by some haunting fa
mlllarlty about her face and figure.
She wondered where she could have
seen Miss Reynler before.
Aleck Van Camp, appearing round
the corner of the house, made elab-
orate bows to the two ladies.
“Good morning, Mlso Redmond!" He
greeted her cordially, plainly glad to
see her. "I slept the sleep of the blest
up there In your fragrant loft. Good
morning, Miss Reynler!" He walked
over and formally took Melanie's hand
for an Instant. "1 knew It was de-
creed that you two should be friends."
he went on. In his deliberate way. "In
fact, I've been waiting for the moment
when I could have the pleasure of In-
troducing you myself, and here you
have managed to dispense with my
services altogether But let me es-
cort you Into the house. Sallie says
her raised biscuits are all ready for
luncheon."
Agatha, looking at her new friend's
vivid face, saw that Mr. Van Camp
was not an unwelcome addition to
their number. She had a quick su-
perstitious feeling of happiness at the
thought that the old red house, gath-
ering elements of joy about Its roof,
was her possession and her home.
"I've promised to show Miss Rey
nler some queer old booke after lunch-
eon," she said.
Aleck w-tnkled his brow. "I'll try
not to be jealous of them."
CHAPTER XIX.
Mr. Chamberlain, Sleuth.
Unbeknown to himself, Mr. Cham-
berlain possessed the soul of a con-
spirator. Leaving Aleck Van Camp at
the crisp edge of the day, he fell In-
to deep thought as he walked toward
the village. As he reviewed the In-
formation he had received, he came
more and more to adopt Agatha's
cause as his own, and his spirit was
fanned Into the glow Incident to the
chase.
He walked briskly over the country
road, descended the steep hill, turn-
ing over the facts, as he knew them,
In his mind. By the time he reached
Charlesport, he regarded his honor as
a gentleman involved In the capture
of the Frenchman. Ills knowledge of
the methods of legal prosecutions,
even In his own country, was extreme-
ly hazy. He had never been In a sit-
uation, In his hitherto peaceful career,
In which It had been necessary to ap-
peal to the law, either on his own
behalf or on that of his friends.
Legal processes In America were
even less known to him, but he was
not daunted on that account. He re-
membered Shelock Holmes and
Raffles; he recalled Bill Sykes and Du-
bose, dodging the operations of Jus-
tice; and In that romantic chamber
that lurks somewhere In every man's
make-up, he felt that classic tradition
had armed him with all the prepa-
ration necessary for heroic achieve-
ment. He, Chamberlain, was unex-
pectedly called upon to act as an agent
of justice against chicanery and vio-
lence, and It was not In him to shirk
the task. His labors, which, for the
greater part of hia life, had been ex-
pended In tracing the evolution of
blind fish In Inland cavea, had not es-
pecially fitted him for dealing with the
details of such a case as Agatha's; but
they had left him eminently well
equipped for discerning right prin-
ciples and embracing them.
Chamberlain s first move was to vis-
it Big Simon, who directed him to the
house of the jUBtlce of the peace, Is-
rael Cady. Squire Cady, In his shirt-
sleeves and wearing an old faded silk
hat, was in his side yard endeavoring
to coax the fruit down gently from a
flourishing pear tree.
"You wait JUBt a minute, tf you
please, until I get these two plump
pears down, and I'll bo right there,'
and piled them in Chamberlain a
hands, then took off his rusty, old
fashioned hat and filled It with the
rest of the fruit. Chamberlain care
fully stowed his treasures Into the
wide pockets of his tw.eed suit.
“Now, sir," Squire Cady said heart-
ily, "we'll go Into my office and attend
to business. I'm not equal to Cincln-
natus, whom they found plowing his
field, but I can take care of my gar
den. Come In, sir, come In."
Chamberlain followed the tall spare
old figure Into the house. The squire
disappeared wtth his pears, leaving
his visitor In the narrow hall; but he
returned in a moment and led the way
Into bis office. It was a large, rag-
carpeted room, filled with all those
worsted knlcknacks which . women
make, and littered comfortably wtth
books and papers.
Squire Cady put on a flowered dress-
ing-gown, drew a pair of spectacles
out of a pocket, a bandana handker-
chief from another, and requested
Chamberlain to alt down and make
himself at home. The two men Bat
facing each other near a tall secre-
tary whose pigeonholes were stufTed
with papers In all stages of the yel-
lowing process. Squire Cady's face
was yellowing, like his papers, and It
was wrinkled and careworn; but his
eyes were bright and humorous, and
his voice pleasant. Chamberlain j
thought he liked him.
"Come to get a marriage license?"
the squire Inquired. Chamberlain Im-
mediately decided that he didn’t like
him. but he foolishly blushed.
“No, It's another sort of matter,” he
said stiffly.
"Not a marriage license! All right,
my boy,” agreed Squire Cady.
" 'Tlsn't the fashion to marry young
nowadays, I know, though 'twas the
fashion In my day. Not a wedding!
What then?”
Then Chamberlain set to work to
tell his story Placed, as It were, face
to face wtth the law, he realized that
be was but poorly equipped for car-
rying on actual proceedings, even
LIFE SAVING CREW
RESCUES ORPHANS
Captain Carland and Men From
Chicago Do Fine Work at
Fort Wayne.
LEADER’S STORY IS GRAPHIC
Five Boatloads of Children Taken
Safely Acroaa Mile of Rushing
Water—Incidents of the Flood
at Peru.
Chicago.—Half-frozen and without
food, fifty-eight children and their at-
tendants were rescued from the Fort
i Wayne Orphan Asylum by Captain
CharleB Carland and his crew from
I the Chicago life saving station. Cap-
tain Carland and six life savers re-
[ turned to Chicago from Fort Wayne
with their surf boat, but immediately
I departed for Terre Haute to continue
i their rescue work.
Captain Garland's story was graphic.
He told how he and his men arrived
j at the asylum just after four children
I had met death when an attempt was
made to rescue them. Five trips to
the asylum were made by Captain
Carland and each time a boatload was
taken Bafely across half a mile of
, swiftly flowing water. Besides the
■ children four matrons and six men
I were rescued from the building.
Carland Tells Story.
\ "We arrived at Fort Wayne when
j the water was highest," said Captain
Carland. “No sooner had we arrived
when a report reached us that the
children were marooned In the Orphan
Asylum. One attempt had been made
to rescue them which ended dlsas-
I IB
, j ",s .....-»-• - - | trously for four of the children and
though they might he against Belial I ^ mfin The Hma„ rowbottt
himself; but he made a good front
and persuaded Squire Cady that there
was something to be done. The squire
was visibly affected at the mention of
the old red house, and fell Into a
revery, looking off toward the fields
and tapping his spectacles on the desk.
"Hercules Thayer and I read Latin
together when wo were boys," he said,
turning to Chamberlain with a remi-
niscent smile on his old face. "And he
licked me for liking Hannibal better
than Sclplo." He laughed heartily.
The faces of the old sometimes be-
come like pictured parchments, and
seem to be lighted from within by a
faint, steady gleam, almost more beau-
tiful than the fire of youth. As Cham-
berlain looked, he decided once more,
and finally, that he liked Squire Cady.
“But 1 got even with Hercules on
Horace," the squire went on, chuckling
at his memories. "However," he
sighed, as he turned toward his desk
again, “this Isn't getting out that war-
rant for you. We don't want any
malefactors loose about Charlesport;
but you'll have to be sure you know
what you're doing. Do you know the
man—can you Identify him?"
"I think 1 should know him; but In
any case Miss Redmond at the old red
house can Identify him."
"We don't want to arrest anybody
till we're sure we know what we're
about—that's poor law,” said Squire
Cady, In a pedagogical and squlre-lsh
tone, as If Chamberlain were a mere
boy. But tha Englishman didn't mind
that.
"I think 1 can satisfy you that we've
got the right man," he answered "If I
find him and bring him to the old red
house this afternoon, bo that Miss Red-
mond can Identify him, will you have
In which the would be rescuers had
reached the building overturned after
four of the children had been taken
from a second story window. All were
drowned.
“Conditions in the asylum were aw-
ful when six men and myself finally
reached the building. In one small
room, huddled together half frozen
and hungry, were the little girls and
boys with their attendants.
I "Many were crying, a few were
asleep from exhaustion. One of th«
women had fainted.
Afraid to Trust Boats.
“At first they refused to trust their
lives to our boats. They had witnessed
the fate of the first boat and were
afraid. We finally carried twelve of
the little ones out of the second-story
window and then our fight back start-
ed. It needed the combined strength
of every man on the boat to
fight the current and prevent the
boat from overturning. Then we
were hampered by the cries of the
children and at times the one matron
tie took wtth us would become panic
stricken. After getting to shore the
children were placed In the care of
merchants of the town, and we went
back for another load.
"We received a different reception on
our second arrival at the aBylum. A
shout of Joy went up when they heard
that the first load had been landed
safety. A little confusion resulted
from the natural anxiety of the tots to
get Into the boat. No one was hurt,
however, and after five trips we suc-
ceeded In removing all the children
and their attendants to safety.
Children Go Hungry.
"The merchants thanked us for
what we had done. One of the ma-
sherlff ready to serve the warrant. j tronB t0|d ug the children had not had
“Yea, 1 can do that." u ru)1 meal for 48 hours. They had run
“Very well, then, and thank you, out of coa| an(j were breaking up the
sir," said Chamberlain, moving to- j (urnnure the place for fire wood,
ward the door. "And I'm keen on Tho flre they kindled In the middle of
hearing how you got even with Mr.
Thayer on the Horace."
The light behind the squire's parch
ment face gleamed a moment.
"Come back, my boy. when you've
he called courteously, without looking dono your duty by the law. Evtyy
away from hlB long-handled wire
scoop.
Mr. Chamberlain Btrolled Into the
yard, and after watching Squire Cady's
exertions for a minute or two, offered
to wield the pole himself.
"Takes a pru-uty steady hand to get
those big ones off without bruising
them," cautioned the squire.
But Chamberlain's hand was stead
citizen should be a protector as well
as a keeper of the law. So come
again; the latch-string Is always out."
It was mld-morntng before the de-
tails connected wtth the sheriff were
completed. By this time Chamber
the room, braving the danger of the
entire building burning up."
Brings 200 Peru Children.
Charles H. Thacher and his wife,
who live at 3260 Groveland avenue,
arrived here from Peru, Ind., with 200
Peru children, many of them now
orphans.
A man In Peru, having a boat, de-
manded $50 from Thacher to take the
two away. There was another wom-
an In the marooned house, and the
Iain's heavy but sound temperament J boatman refused to take her.
had lifted itself to Its task, gaining
momentum as the hours went by. His
next step was to search out the
iness itself, and his eyesight much I Frenchman. The meager Information
obtained the day before was to the ef-
fect that the marooned yachtowner
had taken refuge in one of the shacks
near the granite docks In the upper
part of the village He had persuaded
the caretaker of the Bailors' reading
room to lend him money with which
to telegraph to New York, as the tele-
graph operator had refused to trust
him
(TO BE CONTINUED )
keener than the old mail's The re-
sult was highly satisfactory. No less
than a dozen ripe pears were twitched
off, Just In the nick of time, so far as
the eater was concerned.
"Well, thank you, sir; thank you,"
said Squire Cady. “That Just goes to
show what the younger generation can
do. Now then, let's see. Got any
pockets?"
He picked out Blx of the best pears
_ His Love Beyond a Doubt
Surely Impossible to Ask Further ' we Bhall be able to Introduce Into the
Proof After Thie Really Sublime management of our affairs the right
financial balance to produce the acten
Declaration.
"Do you love me?" he asked.
In reply the modern yo*ing girl
looked at the modern young man
wtth eyes perfervld with emotion.
"Do I love you?" she repeated. "I
do. I love you psychologically, socio-
logically. economically. From the
psychologic standpoint, I feel that our
different organisms are so nicely dif-
ferentiated as to form a property ar-
ticulated area of combined conscious-
ness Sociologically, our individual
environment ha* been enough In con-
trast to form a proper basis for a
right union Economically, I feel
her own great surprise, Melania | "The house breathes the very air of j *ur« when we come to combine
tifle result which every well-ordered
and conducted business produces.
And now, how do yoc love me?”
The young man reached forward
He claeped her swiftly but surely In
hls arms. He hugged her and kissed
her alabaster cheeks and her ruby
lips.
"How do I love you?" he replied
"My dear girl, I love you Just as
much as If you really knew what you
were talking about."
Unklnd"8uggestlon.
“I always say what 1 think."
"Perhaps that Is why you are a
man of so few words."
"A shot was fired and the man fell
out of the boat, dead," said Mr. Thach-,
er. Mr. Thacher escaped with his wife '
and the other woman In the boat. A
second man. Dr. Hupp, offered a boat-
man $100 to take hls wife to a hospital,
there being imminent a visit from the
stork. The man refused and the doc
tor knocked him out of the boat with
a brick. A Winona college student
rowed the doctor's wife to the hoi<
pltal, where a baby was born, mother
and child being saved.
Trio In Stolen Boat Drowned.
Three unknown men were drowned
at Peru when a leaky boat, which they
had stolen, sank. The boat was own-
ed by Oliver Wilson, a farmer who
lives near the water line of the Inter-
urban tracks Wilson discovered the
theft when the three men were 100
yards from shore. When they had
gone a half mile, they appeared In
distress. The Wilson family watched
the m^n struggle In tha water and
disappear. No effort has been made
to recover the bodies.
At Logansport heroic work was
done by the crew sent from l.*ke
Bluff and by the cadets from Culver
Military academy In saving lives.
Many pathetic Incidents marked the
work of rescue.
In all more than 5,000 persons were
rescued from marooned homes and
taken, to safety In rowboats. Many
lost everything they possessed.
Horses, cattle and other animals were
killed by the hundreds.
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