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SYN0P8I8.
In n spirit of fun Mayor Bedlght, a
summer visitor, Is chased through the
woods by ten laughing girls, oite of whom
ho catches and kisses. Tho girls form
themselves Into a court and sentence him
to do tho bidding of one of their numbor
each day for ten days. A legislative
measure opposing woman suffrage, which
dropped from the mayor's pocket, Is used
to compel him to obey the mandates of
the girls. His first day of sort Ice Is with
May Andrews, who takes him fishing.
They aro threatened by the sheriff with
arrest
CHAPTER V.
Eleven o’clock on a moonlight night
In July Is a bewitching time to Bit
alone on a balcony and dream, and If
the dream be staged at Squirrel. Inn,
where the scent of perennial stock
and the rich,, salubrious tang of the
hemlocks waft up to meet the nostrils,
Ilf it be In the midst of towering trees
iwlth a lake lullaby chanting and
‘crooning on the beach and If the
spirit of wanderlust Is abroad to
charm and Inspire, ah, then the time
and place and the girl are in harmony
sublime!
Judge Jackie Vlnlng, clothed In a
loose, clinging house gown, sat alone
and gave her fancy free rein, enjoying
the serenity of the night and the al
luring promises of her air castles.
’And ever and anon as she mused
there crept Into her thoughts with
suffusion of blood to her cheeks, the
scene of the dogwood swamp, the
face of the man who had held her
close against her will and sipped the
nectar of,her lips.
"A perfect gentleman!"
Somehow she felt a thrill of grati
fication at the verdict as rendered by
Mae Andrews, for Mae 4 was one of
the most charming of the ton girls
• who Idled at Squirrel Inn and her ap
proval of the prisoner promised well
for the remaining nine. And, too. It
relieved her mind, somewhat, for the
responsibility rested heavily on her
fair head. As the accepted leader of
the vacationists she felt her account-
ableness—and besides, if one is kissed
by a man one likes to' know that after
all he is a gentleman, though bold.
Confession Is good for. the soul, and
Jackie rejoiced that If she must be
her own father confessor, she at least
need not blush for the character of
the man who made the confession
necessary.
Her rejoicing was broken In upon
"by the redolent odor of tobacco blend
ing pungently with the perfume of
the stock. She drew back Into the
shadows. As she did so, a white-
clothed form sped lightly across the
lawn toward the house.
Miss Vlnlng’s heart thumped
strangely. The scudding figure was
that of a woman and in the moon
light her hair was fair. The appari
tion in white flitted up the hotel stairs
and disappeared.
The “Judge” wafted furtively, watch-
ing the summer house—from which
there soon emerged the figure of a
man—and in the night the red coal
of his cigar glowed In the darkness!
Jackie’s Indignation sprang Into
monstrous being. Who of the ten
young ladles was holding a clandes
tine meeting with His Honor, The
Mayor?
Could It be Mae Andrews? f
Hastily slipping down the hotel
Mabel Arney.
corridor, Judge Vlnlng gently tried
tho door of Miss Andrews’ room. It
was locked. With a' heavy heart
Jackie returned to her apartment;
but as she lay tossing in dainty neg
ligee upon her bed, a hew worry was
harassing her.
Any married woman will bear me
out when I say that If there is any
thing a man dislikes It Is to go shop
ping. When Mabel Arney, the Tues
day girl, apprised Bedlght that she
desired his protection on an expedi
tion to Lakeville, he was ungracious
enough to deplore tho fate that bound
him to do as directed—and, besides,
there was double reason why ho
should not go to Lakeville. The gamo
warden and his company of quick ar
resters undoubtedly loafed at the vil
lage livery stable and would bag him
lnstanter. He suggested Hornby as a
trading post, dwelling enticingly upon
the advantages offered by the enter
prising merchants of that four-cor
nered community. But Miss Arney
sniffed coldly and commanded him to
bring forth the two saddle horses
owned by Mine Host
The mayor went away with misgiv
ings—but as the pair cantered oft
down the wood road, bis spirits rose
with the sun. Who could be distrait
and gloomy with such a bewitching
little lady as Miss Mabel Arney smil
ing upon him from the saddle oppo
site?
Miss Arney was petite, with hair
of that violet black color, big, laugh
ing eyes and the daintiest red-lipped
mouth Imaginable. Vivacity and Miss
Mabel were pals and mischief lurked
In her horizon like the rosy petals In
the sunset’s glow.
“I love horses,” she babbled, pat
ting the sleek neck of her mettlesome
black mount “I have an Arabian at
home—and he’s simply perfect."
“I go In for bulldogs myself,” cross-
flred the mayor, taciturnly. “Nothing
beats,a bulldog on the front seat of
an automobile."
“With the man under It on his
back,” rippled the girl, curbing her
horse as a pig woof-woofed from the
highway Into the weedy roadside.
The mayor laughed.
“And with a woman In the back
seat pouting at Chawlcs and telling
him every five minutes in a shrill
voice that that Isn’t what’s the matter
with the machine at all!” he scoffed.
The girl shrugged her shoulders.
“Your wife?”
“No, my bulldog.”
Striking her horse with the whip,
the girl dashed off ahead.
“I’ll race you to Lakeville!” she
cried over her shoulder.
Bedlgbt’s face clouded as he fol
lowed. The horse Miss Arney rode
was a nervous, long-limbed beast with
a wicked eye. She had chosen him
of the pair against the mayor’s sug
gestion that she ride the mare he be
strode.
Around a turn In the road she flew
on the black, his. ears back, the bit
In his tee^h. Bedlght spurred after
her, but the mare was no match for
her mate. The twisting road kept
the girl from view, but ahead he could
hear the rapid hoof-beats of the fly
ing animal.
Then, above the noise of the race,
there came piercingly a sharp whistle
followed by a woman’s scream!
. The mayor urged the mare forward.
At the turn he saw ahead a traction
engine on the turnpike. In the wood
beside the road two grimy workmen
stood over a woman lying upon the
leaf mold. The mayor rode up and
dismounted. As he approached the
girl sat up, bewildered. An. ugly
scratch on her bridle hand waq bleed
ing freely.
“He—he shied at the engine," she
explained', gamely, "and scraped me
oft under this 'tree."
Bedight’s relief was plainly depicted
in his face.
“You are not seriously hurt?” he
Inquired, soberly.
“No,” she laughed. “In the words
of Richard III., ‘Give me another
horse and bind up my wounds.’ ’’
He tore a linen handkerchief Into
strips, knelt before her and carefully
bound up her hand.
"Thank you,” she said, gayly, “and
now if you will catch my horse we
will proceed.”
One of the workmen came forward
leading the runaway.
"You were lucky,” congratulated
the mayor as they set out on the road.
“But be careful of that animal. He's
a fretter."
“A nervous horse and a nervous
woman always fret themselves Into
trouble,” she said, laughing, “but real
ly he wouldn’t have thrown me If I
had had a clear field.”
“I’m not so sure,” admonished the
man.
"I’ll prove It;” cried the girl, spir
itedly, giving the black full rein and
dashing off again, like a madcap.
The mayor, raging, set out as the
tall to the kite. They were near the
village now. Down the hill the Mack
went Uko a race horse In a swirl of
dust Across the b«ldge and through
the main stroot they tore llko two
leaders on the county-fair course.
And then a baby-cab, propelled by
a small boy, rolled directly In tho
path of the mare. Bedlght tried to
guide free, but thp mare was heavy
on her feet. There was n crash, a cry
from the boy, a wall from the babe—
and the devil to pay.
The girl came back trying to bold
her fidgeting horse. Some one grosped
the rein of the animal. *
"Get oft, lady!” ordered tho stolid
Individual, who looked like the vtllago
blacksmith. “You’re arrested!"
Tho mayor In the clutches of the
village marshal, a burly native, red
faced, . thick-necked, stern, looked at
the girl blankly. Here was a pretty
mess!
. And thus they went up the main
stroot to the Jail—the mayor and tho
town policeman In the lead, the stolid
individual and Miss Arney second,
while behind trailed the baker, tho
groceryman, the photographer, tho
town loafer, the vtllage drunkard and
thirty-seven small boys!
"Git In here,” commanded the mar
shal, “until I kin communicate with
Jedge. Harrison. I reckon th’ lady
won’t mind associatin’ with th’ gent
until I kin arrange with th’ sheriff's
wife to take keer of her,” with a grin
on his florid face.
"Not at all!" sniffed the girl, her
chin elevated to a degree of high dig
nity.
When the key had turned In the
“Hurry,” Urged Miss Arney.
lock, Bedlght thrust his hands deep
Into bis coat pockets and said;
"Damn!”
“If you don't mind," commented the
girl, her face serious in spite of her
self, “you may repeat that again—
for me!”
The mayor refrained—but he lilted
the girl for her genuineness.
"Was the baby hurt?" sbe asked
anxiously.
“Crowed like a young rooster when
they picked him up,” replied Bedlght,
"but the. peace and the dignity of
Lalteview is shattered to spllntereens.
We’re In for It, I’m afraid."
The girl looked up bravely.
“Are you still my prisoner—under
parole?”
“Under lock and key," ho ropllea,
looking at his watch.
“Then try that window," pointing
to a grnted aperture through which
He wont over and poerod through
the grimy glass,
"This bandbox Is on the river
bank," he said, "and—yes, tbero’B a
boat down there. If wo could get these
bars loose—’’
"Try the leg of this chair," suggest
ed the girl.
"These village lockups are easy to
get Into—and — not — vory — hard—’’
working—"to get out of," as the rot
ting casing let go Its hold upon the
bar.
"Hurry," urged Miss Arney. "They’ll
bo back before we can get out"
“No fear,” replied tho mayor. 'They
don’t go very fast In towns like Lake
ville—and besides, the Justice of tho
poaco, knowing ho lq to try a pretty
young lady," bowing, "will hnvo to
change, shave and put on his army
button. We’ll make It"
Ten minutes later the body of the
mayor slipped through the hiatus in
the village Jail.
“How—can I get out?" queried an
anxious voice from within. "I—I
can’t come feet first—I—’’
"Let me lift you through. Thoro,
like that,” placing the woman’s hands
upon his shoulders.
As she came out, he took her In his
arms, her breath upon his cheek, and
set her gently down upon tho ground.
"Now, we’ll run for It," ho cau
tioned. “There are no oars, but wo
can drift!"
They scampered across the Inter
vening sward. He broke the lock
that held the chain of the boat. They
climbed In. The current carried them
gently down stream In .the midday
sunlight.
As the girl sat facing him tho man
could nftt resist breathing;
“U you will permit the liberty, may
I say that you are a very pretty Jail
bird?”
“Prisoners should never bo faco-
tlous with their keepers," she re
plied, • making a face at him in the
sunlight.
“Here, gol darn ye, where yo goln’?
I’m lopkln’ fer you!”
It waB the voice of the game war
den, bawling excitedly from the bank.
For answer, Bedlght shaped his hands
like n horn and, In mock earnestness,
called back;
"I’m on my honeymoon! ‘Every
body’s doin’ it now.'"
It was dark when a farmer’s wagon
stopped a block from Squirrel Inn
The mayor and Miss Arney strolled
leisurely to the veranda of the hotel
"He’s perfectly lovely!" confided
Mabel to Jackie, blushing rosily.
“Hm!" responded Judge Vlnlng,
with a queer little feeling under her
corsage. “I’m glad to hear It The
shqrlff is waiting for him In the of
fice!”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Stagnant English Towns.
It Is only seven mileB up the Avon
from Stratford, through a hoary druldl-
cal wood. At last you climb the rocky
eminence on which this clustering,
clambering town is snugly nestled and
find yourself upon soil that was broken
for building In the very year that our
Saviour was born! We Americans are
likely to fancy that if you give a vil
lage time enough to grow It Is sure
to become a city by an by. But look
at Wantage, crowning the hills near
old Oxford; a village when Alfred was
born there and a village to this very
‘hour.—The Independent.
ECONOMY IN KITCHEN
SET UP BOTTLES AS GODS
Burmese Natives, Relieved by “Pain
Killer," Accepted What They
■ Thought Was Deity.
There are many people In this
country who are given to ,a worship
of patent medicines; but It remained
for the East to furnish an Instance of
actual Idolatry of empty medicine bot
tles.
An American missionary came upon
a village In Burma where an epldem-
io was raging. Having with him a
quantity of New England “pain kill
er” and thinking he might at least
allay the suffering somewhat, he
went from house to house adminis
tering the remedy, and left a number
of bottles to be used after he had
gone. When he returned to the vil
lage some months later he was met
by the head man of the community,
who cheered and delighted him by
this intelligence; “Teacher, we have
come over to your side; the medicine
did us so much good that we have
accepted your god.” Overjoyed at this
news, the missionary was conducted
to the house of the head ..man. who
opened the door of a room and'
showed him the pain kll)i| bottles
solemnly arranged in a row upon tho
shelf; and before them the whole
company Immediately prostrated
themselves In worship.
Cornstalks Used In Building.
It Is three hours to Cairo by train,
and every inch of the way is interest
ing. Even on the outskirts of Alexan
dria, says a writer In the Christian
Herald, we passed nomadic groups of
Bedouins, camping by the side of the
Mdhmoudieh canal. Oqt In the fields
men and women,' dressed alike in the
loose cotton gown of the . country,
were busily at work. The fields were
dotted with curious doorless struc
tures made of cornstalks. They are
used as temporary • homes at certain
seasons of the year, as, for Instance,
when the crops are being gathered.
Later on I entered one and found it
to be not more than five feet square;
one could not stand upright inside.
The place contained nothing but a few
jarc and cooking utensils. In the win
ter the occupants wrap themselves up
in their clothes at night.
Self-Restraint.
“Pflze i.ghtlng Is a brutal sport.”
“I don’t think so,” replied the man
who always disagrees. "The prize
fighter sets a fine example. He refuses
to fight unless he gets $30,000 or $40,-
000, while most men are liable to get
huffy and want to fight for nothing.”
HOME-RENDERED FATS USED IN
PLACE OF BUTTER.
American Housewives Might Well
Copy the Methods of Their Ger
man Sisters—Material Keeps
6weet for a Long Time.
Fats that are derived from the
cooking of bacon, ham, chloken, beef
and other moats should ho kept, each
In Its own receptacle, to be used for
different purposes. V
Home rendering of both suot and
leaf lard has Its advantages, because
tho product is generally superior to
what can be bought for tho s'amo price.
Both suet and loaf lard require
cooking in order to loosen tho fat from
the tougher membrane that holds It.
For this purpose tho material Is cut
In small pieces and covered with water
and allowed to cook slowly for some
time until no more water remains and
the scrap has turned to a light brown.
A better method for suet Is that
used by German housewives, who
economize on butter by tho use of beet
fat more than do American house
keepers. Tho suet is cut In small
pieces and covered with water, In
which It Is allowed to soak for a day,
the water being changed once In that
time. It is then drained and put Into
an Iron kettle with one-half teacup of
skim milk to every pound of the suet.
It should be cooked very Blowly until
tho sound of boiling entirely ceases.
When it has partly cooked It should
be carefully poured off. This fat has
no unpleasant taste or odor, and In
many recipes may bo substituted for
part of the butter. Some cooks add
a pound of leaf lard to four or five
of the suet; this makes a softer fat,
as lard has a lower melting point than
beef fat.
An old-fashioned method of clarify
ing fat from tho soup kettle, or from
cooked meats, so that It may be used
In the kitchen, Is to add the cold fat
to a liberal quantity of cold water,
then heat slowly and let cook for an
hour or more. When cold, the cake
of fat Is removed and the lower por
tion, which will contain the small
particles of meat, etc., should bo
scraped away and the white, clean fat
saved. If the flavor or color of both
aro not satisfactory the process may
be repeated several tlmeB. Another
method which Is often recommended
Is to cook a number of slices of raw
potato In the boiling fat.
When an Ice cheBt Is used, fat In
small quantities may be easily kept
sweet for cooking purposes. If lard
is rendered at' home In quantity suf
ficient for a long time, It should be
kept covered In tins or earthen jars,
in a cool, dry place, as In a cellar or
storeroom. j
Cocoanut Pudding.
Put one quart of milk In a saucepan
and allow‘.it to boll. Beat the yolks
of three eggs with three tablespoon
fuls of sugar till light Dissolve two
heaping tablespoonfuls of cornstarch
in a little milk. Mix eggs and corn
starch together; pour boiling milk
over the mixture and put back on the
fire, stirring all the time till thick.
Remove from the fire, add pinch of
salt and one teaspoonful of vanilla ex
tract. Cover the bottom of a greased
pudding dish with dessicated cocoanut.
Sprinkle a little sugar over, then pour
on tho custard. Cover the top with
meringue, made from the whites of
eggs and a little sugar. Brown in the
oven. Serve cold.
Bathroom Seat.
A low stool with broad seat, most
convenient for drying the feet, for put
ting on shoes and stockings or pedi
curing, is given a touch by one house
keeper that makes It effective and
sanitary. The cushion, indeed most
of the framework, is covered with
a neatly fitted slip, with square top
and sldeB, made of thick white Turk
ish toweling. f
Hero and There.
A good, sweet sandwich filling Is
made of dates and powdered sugar.
Don’t throw away the parafiln from
jelly and marmalade. Wash each pleco
and save it. Boil the accumulation
and there will be clean paraffin for next
jelly time.
Celery and lettuce may be kept
fresh by sanding the roots In cold
water and throwing over them a damp
doth or dry manila paper. They
should, before using, be washed thor
oughly, soaked in Ice water and dried
on a towel.
Orange Sauce for Duck.
Orange Sauce for Duck—Boil and
mash rind of Seville orange, add to It
one-half cup orange juice, one table
spoon of lemon juice and two lumps
of sugar to one cup brown sauce; boll
and strain.
English Muffins.
Two cups of milk, one-half teaspoon
of soda, two eggs, two tablespoonfuls
of butter, one-half cake of yeast, one
teaspoonful of sugar, three cups of
flour. Bake in muffin rings. Split
and toast them.