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* ByronWilliams •/ Copjrrlght Ull, Western Nowtpaper Union 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.