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■ .„ you don’t believe me?” she fal-
Even now she could hardly be-
. Hat any man could be so hard—so
hlipil
( . f r -vp you?” He paused and looked
into her eyes with a look Infin
’.'pp' ■ ore insulting than, any words.
,y . ,h, should 1 believe you? You are
, .1? trapped animals fight.”
- hands fell to her side with the
. f one who is thoroughly defeated.
”... ,-. n so, she made one more effort.
id find the man and bring him
she said half to herself, "would
iL ked at her strangely.
\ • an my belief or unbelief mat-
ter t 'ou now?” he asked her. "If no
. ...s. o andal befalls ; shall not speak.
th.-o - all I can promise you. My child,
must never know what manner
, m-n his mother was "
The Broken Barrier.
-There is no likelihood of any change
r: . , 'he next five or six hours. Should
,'£ re call me up. You're on the tele
phone aren t you .
Th- > cling doctor who. for the last two
j-oui-s had been waging war with the
■trim v sitor that, eluding all Samuel .lex’s
vigilar. • had crept into those hot rooms
a b ,vs -he shop where the creaking, swing
ing s><n of the Toby .lug made melan
(.r v music o' nights, took up his coat
grf l P r. pared tc go downstairs.
The -haded light standing on the basln-
F >arri ■ -r-w a long, wavering shadow of
l, im a, toss the wall over against the bed
and ■tt the ceiling above It. where it
fprmed to hover menacingly over the
s rii figure that lay below. Samuel .Jex,
noticing this. laid his hand on the doctor's
arm and drew hint a little aside. The
movement brought the young man within
sight of the couch at the foot of the bed.
where 'he red-haired little girl lay
asleep
EVen in sleep her face had lost nothing
of its pert, unchildllke look. It was
dirty, and tears had made long, fantastic
channels through its grime but these evi
dences of grief did not make for pathos.
She looked like some gnome that had
stumbled on the capacity for tears and
had been making experiments with it.
Something uncommonly like aversion
crossed the doctor's face as he glanced
a' th» child. He turned to .Jex.
'is there no other room where this child
can sleep? he asked. "A sick room is
not the place for a child."
Jex shook his head. In the half light
he looked very old and wan. There was
something witchlike in his profile, the
doctor thought, glancing at him. and shiv
ered faintly at the thought of this trio—
th« grim old man, the elflike child, and
the woman on the bed, who. motionless
' 'tt had for these awful hours been
struggling with the dumbness of her par
■'>••l throat as with some giant hand
that compressed it.
A Ghoulish Child.
-ho won't rest. like, away from he!
"■am*. Jex said. 'She's faithful like
a dog
The doctor's shoulders elevated them
selves. Morbid little beast,” he said to
himself net a spark of affection In th«
ghoulish little wretch.” He had looked
up once ant! encountered the child's eyes
as she watched him across the bed. and
thr |<« k he had caught In them had been
a very ugly one.
'She mustn't he allowed to disturb her j
mother, he said, curtly, as he left the |
room
For a moment Jex stood looking at
the child.
lenny s child,” he murmured to him
se’f \ye. but it's hard to believe her
Jenny's child.”
He gave no definite form to-the thought
that was in his mind: yet he was con
scious. not by any means for the first
time, despite his fondness for his daugh
ter s chilli, of a strange feeling that she
tetr something less than human Just
for a moment, as he stood there, he
seemed tn see in her the materialization
-f -tie uglt spirit that inhabited the body
'he man the world knew as Paul Saxe.
\nd at that thought a light that was
alinosi haired shone in the old man's
eyes then as quickly passed. He drew
tee rug that covered the sleeping child
'--eh over her with a tender
hand, and went softly hack to his watch
by the bed
” he stood there looking down at the
now he stood looking down at
i.uimr Th e woman lay motionless,
had lain since the dqctor had
E '°” last injection of morphia: save
■ I'y breathing: broken now and
a sound—half moan, half sigh:
t nave seemed that the enemy at
had claimed his prey
el,hood of any change the doc
"I aid hut already' it seemed to
-hange hail come. That there
"• "pening of the shadow on the
J face. ;i sharpening of the feat
t?L '’'.'ays finely chiseled, that gave
look of a suffering face carved
\ fear clutched at the old
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man s heart, then, as he looked, the eyes
that bad once been blue as the gentian
flower, but were dim now and curiously
colorless, as though a veil had descend
ed between them and the world
Jenny—Jenny lass, do you know me?”
There was a movement of the evelids.
and the heavy hands, lying on the coun
terpane. heal feebly together. A sound
that was scarcely human, like some
words spoken by an animal suddenly en- ;
flowed with speech, issued from the swol- |
len lips. Ihe old man fell on his knees
to bring his head more nearly to the level j
of the head sunk so deep in the pillow. I
Quick as his movement was. ttie word I
born into sound out of so much effort and '
anguish escaped him, and a look of angry *
disappointment crept into the dull eyes i
giving them a semblance of life fora mo- '
ment. Then the weighted lids fell, and !
the lethargy ihat wds so like death de- I
scended once more.
Rut though he had not heard with his
ears, instinct told him/what 'this word,
born out of pain. was. It rang in the
desolate heart with a jealous ring. Paul!
Paul! The name of the man who had
married this woman - married ami mar
ried her.
"Jenny.” He bent over the bed again,
wilfully misunderstanding her. It wa‘s no
part of his scheme that, should the worst
come—should death heal down this bar
rier which stood between Paul Saxe and
his desire he should let the man know
that.it hail fallen. Was it Bess you were
asking for—little Bess? She's here,
sleeping near you. Jenny, do you hear
me?”
No sign from the woman in the bed
The old man straightened himself and
rose slowly from his knees To send for
Paul Saxe! He could not bring himself
to do it. He looked at Hie woman in the
bed with a sort q£ desperation. She must
not die: she must not' Why should she'!
The doctors who had been called in at
her first, seizure, little more than a year
ago. had spoken pityingly of the long
scroll of useless life that lay before her.
Why should she die now to set the man
who hated her free? it was the one
•thought that had upheld him through
months of bitterness, the one thought
ihat had sealed his tongue, given servil
ity to word and look under Paul Saxe's
insolence—this thought that while Jenny
lived she was Paul Saxe's wife, and he a
man tied find bound! All this year he
had thought nothing of himself, of his
own life that was bouiWed now by the
four walls of a sick room: al! the ener
gies of hts mind and body had been con
centrated on this one supreme desire
that this woman might live that Pau!
Saxe might be held in bondage.
He leaned forward, his elbows on his
knees, his chin testing on the palm of
his hand, watching the still form, think
ing his own thoughts, weaving his own
web; and once or twice as he sat there
thinking, an ugly, shriveled little spider,
with death at his elbow, the death he
dreaded he smiled, an/l as he smiled the
aquiline nose came down a little too far
over the colorless lips, and the thick eye
brows went up a little too high, and lhe
shadowed profile cast on the wall was
sinister to a degree.
"Grandad- Grandad!”
He must have dozed as he sat there
watchfng and brooding. sleep had stolen
on him out of the ambush of his utter
weariness and fatigue. The child's voice,
shrill and frightened, roused him witli a
start. There was daylight in the room,
lhe cold daylight of early morning that
| gave a cruel distinctness to every object i
In lhe shadowed room, and turned the
flickering light of the dy idg lamp to an [
ineffectual blur of yellow.
Grandad, mammy's awake. She cried
out—something awful. Paul —Paul! That's
'is name, ain't it?"
Jex made so savage a gesture with Ills i
upraised hand that it silenced even her
for the moment. If had required no sec
ond glance to show him that while he
slept the battle had been fought out and
decided, and that death had won.
"Paul!” There was no mistaking it
now. the name cried our ire that awful
voice which was like no voice that he
had ever heard before And again.
"Paul!” followed by a babble of words
that instinct, rather than reason, told
him spoke of terror, of a dread of that
veiled deaih that even her 'dulled eyes'
perceived now lurking beside the bed. i
He slipped on his knees.
"Jenny, you're asking for Paul Do you
wish me to send for him?”
It was the eyes that, answered, an- '
swered and appealed. The head moved, |
and. slight as the movement d’as. it also |
was eloquent of desire. Jex touched her
luffid with his own. tenderly.
SWEET MEMORIES.
"Jenny after the way he treated you.
You can't want to see this man. Lass,
if 1 sound cruel, 'tie to save you worse
suffering What can the sight of him
bring you but pain? t'urse him, who
never brought you aught but pain.” The
eyes, wide open, now looking into his
own, spoke a message that he could not
understand. The woman, whose feet were
straying so far across the borderland, was
thinking of what this man had brought
her in the past; love, a few months of
delirious happiness, a blossom more ex
quisite and fragrant than the thorns of
disillusionment had been bitter, or so it
seemed to Iter now In this moment it
was the lover and not the husband she
thought of the father of her child not
lhe callous beast who had refused to ac
cept the responsibilities of parentage, and
had decreed that his child be brought up
no more gently thq.ii she herself had been.
"To say good-bye. . Other words
forced themselves out of the swollen lips.
Bending hts head. Jex could hear them
dreadful, halting words thai seemed to
iut their way to his heart and write
themselves there He fell his eyes burn
and smart, knowing 'of whom they were
spoken—-dreading tits disappointment that
was inevitable Even if he sent for the
man would be come?
Turning suddenly. Jex saw the child
standing before him. staring at him with
her bright, malicious eyes.
"So Paul's my father," she said, and at i
something In the old man's face, added,
hastily, "Yah! d'yer think I didn't know?
I've known for days an' days an' days.
1 Ever since he brought that friend here
Yer gave yerself away that day. Gran
dad. I knew.” She cut a little caper
that, devoid as It was of any childish
spCntanelty or mirth, seemed doubly out
of place in that room where the shadow
of death brooded. "I'm Miss Saxe!" she
cried, "not Bess Smith. Miss Elizabeth
Saxe."
Continued Tomorrow.
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DON'T GIVE HER UP.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am a young man of twenty,
and deeply In love with a girl about
.the same age, f see this girl In
the train every morning and even
ing. as we get on and off at the
same station. I would like to make
acquaintance with her. but I know
of no way in which to do so
G. R.
You must wait until you find a mu
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you. There is no other way. This ad
vice may make you very impatient
but I am sure you would not thinl
much of any girl who would let a youni
man step up and introduce himself.
BUT YOU MUST HAVE IT.
1 >e.a r Mi ss Fai rfa x:
My friends and I are very anx
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two young men. one of whom my
friend meets daily between 12 and
1 o'clock. This young man never
smiles, but is not as cold us he has
been. There is no one who could
give us an introduction, and these
young men do not know' that we
are so very anxious.
ANXIOUSLY WAITING.
Under no circumstances may yoi
speak to a man merely because yoi
meet him on the streets.
If there is no other way to obtait
an introduction, forget him. Forgettlni
a man you do not know will not be at
painful an ordeal as you think- An<
most assuredly not as painful as ai
acquaintance made against every rub
of propriety might prove.
LET YOUR HEART DECIDE.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am a girl of eighteen tears and
have been keeping company two
tears with a young man two years
my senior. We quarrel at times,
when he says things to me which
do not make me feel ver.' good.
Please advise me what to do. as I
recently became acquainted with a
young' man about five years my
senior who treats me very tveil and
seems to think a lot of me. .We
get along very nicety. He often
expressed his desire to take me to
places, but on account of a girl
friend of his he doesn't think it
would be right. UNDECIDED
The heart- was nyt in your breast 11
decide just such question*. Perbnp
this suggestion may help it to make a :
decision: The first man says things
that hurl. The second man’s inten- '
tions are in doubt, since lie thinks "it ,
wouldn't look right" in another girl's
eyes if he were seen with you. Hav'
none of him! Don't see him again!
And unless you love the first man
enough to accept his temper as a part
of love's toil have none of him. Isn't it '
true that you really love neither?
IS HE WORTH MOURNING FOR?
I Dear Miss Fairfax:
|t I am seventeen ami in love with
a man of nineteen Late \ he does
ik
not show as if he cared for me as
ig
much as he did. I have some jeal
ous f-iends who had something to
do with it. I think F. S
If he has been turned from you by
'he Jealousy of others, and made no !
attempt to pj-ove their charges false,
he does not love \ou sincerely.
If you ate nor guilty, time will dis- ’
close it to him. in the meantime, don't
fret And di n't. I beg of you apolo
gize and be humble in a desire to make
up
YOU ARE TOO YOUNG FOR LOVE.
Deal Miss Fairfax:
I am a girl of fifteen and am deeply
111 in love with a young man two years I
my senior. I also think he is in love
with me He has offended me lately in
ln many different ways, hut he says he
does not mean to offend me. Kindi'
give me some advice. R. M.
A girl of fifteen Is too young for the
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Keeping It Up—-By I'horn as Tapper
JI'DGE ROGER A. PRYOR, In his i
eighty-fourth year, said to a re- t
porter of a newspaper: The pass- *
Ing of lime hak In itself no effect on
man <-r other material things. Wheih- '
era man is or is not in full possession 1
of his mental faculties' in Ills ~'/j pge '
depends entirely how he has used or '
abused the time that has been given
1 l
him.
Tile most startling work of tlv world
has been done by young men. he said
gravelv. and this will always be true.
I
The most enduring work is done hy
oid men. And this will always be
true. The work of the most mature
minds Is likely to be the most valua
ble, and old men will always excel in
the arts and sciences that do not in
volve physical activity.
The greatest field marshal in lhe his- '
tory of Austria conducted one of lhe
greatest campaigns for the empire In
his Eighty-fourth year. But vve can not 1
argue from exceptions. The business
of war is distinctly the business of
young men. The old men, with the
clearer vision of lonjtj experience, come
along after the bullets have ceased to
fly and form governments and build
empires. Gladstone was past the al- '
lotted time when he dropped the bur
den of empire building and lay down ]
to rest. ,
What a man or a woman can do in ,
old age is generally fixed by the life ,
and habits of youth. If you want to
Insure yourself for old age to the end t
that you may still be efficient, you .
must take out an Insurance, policy in
the company of Common Sense. The
partners of the company are Health
and Energy. These partners are broth- 1
ers. They work conscientiously for
those who hold their policies.
Man Must Do Something. '
No man need waste the minutes of a (
good working day by planning on re
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from business and do something else,
but he will have to do something else
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Any man. young or old, who gets up i
in the morning dependent on the day
turning up entertainment for him until
bedtime, Is a pitiful spectacle. Hts
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In his holler: and his engine can no*
move unless he ties up to one in mo
tion and gets a free haul.
We were all very much excited not
long ago by the report that Dr. Wil
liam < tsler icommended men of sixty
to be chloroformed. He never said
anything of the kind. But people be
lieved the report- and it was a. crime
to make ihat report -for some took it
seriously and probably committed sui
cide. t
Dr. Osler talks and writes sense. If
he has any opinion whatever about men
of fin, he knows very well that those
who are inactive, are gradually chloro
forming themselves. If the others are
at work, the world is al! th-* better for
their services.
Many a man's best work has been
done in old age. Darwin was old when
he w rote the "Descent of Man." Beeth
oven went on writing music to the end
of his days, though he died comoara
tively young, about 6R. Victor Hugo
wrote the “Tollers of the Sea" at fi4
Wjilfam de Morgan, author of "Joseph
Vance.” did not write anything until he
was fi9. Hugo was nearly 70 when he
wrote ■'The Man Who Baughs.”
The Early Life That Tells.
But it is the way we spend early life
that makes the later years worth
something nr nothing Judge Pryor
summed the whole matter up when he
said:
“After all, the mere passing of the
years mjans but little In order to de
termine a man's worth 1n the seventh
or eighth decade of his life we must
first find out how- he spent the first, six
or seven. If the mere passing- of time
were the only foe to activity and en
durance, this house would stand a
million years. Our usefulne.ss In our
old age depends upon the tranquillity
and sincerity of our earlier years."
The answer to the question, then,
when should a man stop work. Is
NEVER. It is better tn be a moving
engine than an Imitation of the Car
diff Giant.
“THE HAIRS OF YOUR HEAD
ARE NUMBERED”
There la a great deal of truth in th«
old saying.
Roots die, vitality gives out. The hail
begins to turn grey.
This is particularly unfortunate as we are
all living in an age when to LOOK young
means to fill the YOUNG and IMPORTANT
positions. Old fogies go to the background.
If you should begin to chalk down every
day of your life, the exact number of hairs
that turn grey, you would be surprised and
soon learn that “The Grey Hairs of Pre
mature Old Age” come on very quickly,
if vow neglect them.
Begin to count, and Une
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