• • A Powerful Story of • •
• » Adventure, Intrigue and Love • •
By MARVIN DANA from the • •
Play of BAYARD VE1LLER ® •
Mary Turner, young, Beautiful and a shop girl,
is arrested for a theft she never committed.
She’s convicted and “sent away” for three
years. This is how it happened:
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The Panel of Light.
r pHE lids of the girl's eyes lifted
i slowly, and she stared at the
panel of light In the wall. Just
at the outset., the act of seeing made
not the least Impression on her numb
ed brain. For a long time she con
tinued to regard the dim Illumina
tion In the wall with the same passive
fixity of gaze. Apathy still lay upon
her crushed spirit. In a vague way
she realized her own Inertnepe and
rested ip It gratefully, subtly fearful
lest she again arouse to the full hor
ror of nor plight in n curious sub
conscious fashion she was striving to
hold on to this de&dnet* of sensation,
thus to win a little respite from the
torture that had exhausted her soul.
Of a sudden her eyes noted the
black lines that lay across the panel
of light. And In that Instant her
spirit was quickened once again The
clouds lifted from her brain. Vision
was dear now. Understanding seized
the full Import of this hideous thing
on which she looked. * * * For the
panel of light was a window set high
within a stone wali. The rigid lines
of black that crossed 1t were bars
prison bars. It was still true, then.
She was in a cell of the Tombs.
T.he girl, crouching miserably on the
narrow bed, maintained her fixed
watching of the window—that win
dow which was a symbol of her utter
despair. Again agony wrenched
within her She did not weep; long
ago she had cxhf£ist€d the Tellef of
tears. She did npt pace to and fro
In the comfort of physical movement
with which the caged beast finds a
mocking Imitation of liberty; long :fgo
her physical vigors had been drained
under stress of anguish. Now she
was well-nigh incapable of any bodily
activity There came not even so
much a* the feeblest moan from her
lips. The torment was far too rack
ing for such futile fashion of lamen
tation. She merely sat there in a
posture of collapse. To all outward
teeming, nerveless, emotionless, on
abject creature. Even the eyes, which
held so fixedly their gave on the win
dow, were quite expressionless Over
them lay a film like that which veils
the eyes of some dead thing. Only
an occasional languid motion of the
lids revealed the life that remained.
Injustice of Her Fate.
So still the body. Within the soul,^
fury raged uncontrolled. For all the
desolate calm of outer seeming, the
tragedv of her fate was being acted
with frightful vividness there in
memory In that dreadful remem
brance her spirit was rent asunder
anew by realization of that which hud
become her portion. • * * It was
then, am once again the horrible In
Justice of her fate racked conscious
ness with Its torture*, that the seeds
of revolt were Implanted In her heart
The thought of revenge gave to her
the first meager gleam of comfort that
had lightened her moods through
many miserable days and nights.
Those seeds of revolt were to be nour
ished well, were to grow Into their
flower—a poison flower, developed
through the three years of convict life
to which the Judge had sentenced her.
The girl was appalled by the mer
cilessness of a destiny that had so
outraged right. She was wholly In
nocent of having done any wrong
She had struggled through years of
privation to keep herself clean and
wholesome, worthy of those gentle*
folk from whom she drew her blood.
And earnest effort had ended at last
under an overwhelming accusation
false, yet none the less fatal to her.
This accusation, a.fter soul-wearying
delays, had culminated to-day In con
viction. The sentence of the court
hod been Imposed upon her; that for
three years j*he should be imprls
oned * * • This, despite her Inno
cence. She had endured much—mis
or ably much!—for honesty’s sake.
There wrought the Irony of fate. She
hod endured bravely for honesty’s
sake. And the end of it all was
shame unutterable. There was naught
left her save a wild dream of re
venge against the world that had
martyrized her. "Vengeance is mine.
1 will repay, Balth.tha Uord.” * * *
The admonition could not touch her
now. Why should whe care for the
decree t>f a God who had abandoned
When Her Father Died.
There had been nothing in the life
of Mary Turner, befopre the catas
trophe came, to distinguish it from
many another. Its most significant
details were of a sordid kind, familiar
to poverty. Her father had been an
unsuccessful man. as success Is esti
mated by this generation of Mam
mon worshipers lie was a gentle
man, but the trivial fact Is of small
avail to-day. He was of good birth,
and he. was the possessor of an in
herited competence. He had, as well,
intelligence, but It was not of a finan
Ho, little by little, his .fortune be
came shrunken toward nothingness
by reason of Injudicious Investments
He married a charming woman who,
after a brief period of wedded hap
piness, gave her life to the birth of
the single child of the onion, Mary
Afterward, in his distress over his
loss, Ray Turner seemed even more
Incompetent for the management of
business affairs. As the years passed
the daughter grew toward maturity
in an experience of ever-increasing
penury. Nevertheless, there was no
actual want of the necessaries of
life, though always a woful lack of
Its elegancies. The girl was In the
high school when her father finally
gave over his rather feeble effort of
living. Between parent and child the
Intimacy had been unusually close.
At Ills death the father left her a
The World s Lost Secrets
ARTS AND CRAFTS THAT HAVE VANISHED.
N UMEROUS are the trade secrets
handed down generation after
generation from father to son,
and vast is the capital made out of
some of them in the commercial world
Particularly, perhaps Is this the
case among the numerous manufac
turers of piquant sauces and the
countless venders of patent medi
But there Is also. It must be re
membered, another side to the case.
Many, alas! are the priceless trade
secrets burled far down below the
molderlng dust of the misty past,
and lost to the world, perchance never
again to be recovered.
To cite the first example that oc
curs to the mind of the writer, for In
stance. what would an artist of the
present day give to be possessed of
the secret held by the old masters—
Raphael, Rubens, Correglo, Van Dyck,
and their compeers—for mixing their
colors bo aa to render them Imperish
able and Impervious to the ravages of
The red colors, especially, of these
artists of a by-gone epoch are every
wfblt as bright now at they were
three lor* centuries ago. On the con
trary, the colors of pictures painted
only a hundred years ago have lost
their luster and are faded and de
cayed to a deplorable extent.
A Violin Varnish.
Again, In the world of music, the
manufacturers of violins—old mas
ters. as one may justifiably term them.
In another branch of art—treasured a
recipe tor a varnish that sank into the
wood of their incomparable Instru
ments, and mellowed it as well as
With such extreme, relentless Jeal
ousy, however, did they guard their
great secret that It. too, Is lost, to all
Rather more than a hundred years
ago thore lived in a quaint, old-world
village In Wales a working black
smith who had managed by some
means or other to bring the welding
of steel to such a pitch of perfection
that the joint was absolutely invisible,
and the temper of the steel as fine as
on the day it left the tester’s hands.
By his process he was able to Join the
vary finest of sword blades, and after
he had finished with them they were
absolutely as good and as sound as
when they had left the factory.
The blacksmith's fame spread far
and wldo, and. naturally, he attained
a great reputation; but he made a
point of Invariably working In soli
tude. He was offered large and
tempting sums to divulgp his secret;
but kept It obstinately to himself, and
when his span of life had run Its
course he took It with him to another
The ancient Greeks had a oubstanoe
which we call Greek Are, end which
they used In naval warfare.
Their method of employing It was
simply thle—to throw the substance
upon the surface of the water, where
It flamed up and set fire to the ships
of the enemy. What was U? The
only known substance of the present
day that would do this Is the metal
potassium, but to set Are to a ship
in the manner described would ne
cessitate the uee of at least half a j
ton of the metal. Where did thej
Greeks obtain the substance they
used with such effect? Or how did
they make It? If Greek Are was
potassium, the secret of the process
Is another that must be numbered
with the lost.
Yet another perennial and ever
green conundrum. What were the
Pyramids of Egypt Intended for?
And how were they erected? With
all the aclentlflo and practical knowl
edge at the command of the engi
neers of the present day, they are
not capable of building the Pyramids,
In the first place, because we have
no machinery’ of sufficient power to
raise enormous blocks of stone such
a, form them to a height of four hun
dred and odd feet; and, secondly, we
should be at a loss where to obtain
the said stone.
Again, there Is no granite within
fifty miles of the Egyptian Pyramids
of the same character aa that of
which they ar» constructed.
The man who could disinter the
burled recipe for Roman mortar
would be bowed down to and wor
shiped by the builders of the pres
ent day. How they made It Is a
profound secret, and bids fair to re
The mortar Is as firm now as 1t
was 2,000 years ago; it has calmly-
scoffed at the ravages of time and
The above are but a few—a very
few—of the lost and burled secrets
of antiquity which modern scientists
and mechanicians would give much
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lent principles th»i hail b* * n hi? own
That tu hi* not* legu j to hot Of
worldly goods, not the value of a pin.
Yet, measured according to the
stern standards of ad verity, M h rv
W’as fortunate Almost at on»« she
procured a humble employment In the
Emporium, the great department
store owned by Edward Grider. T •
be sure, the wage was inttnitestima!
while the toll was body - br» akin -
soul-breaking. Still thf pittance could
be made to sustain life, and Mary
was blessed V'*4h both soul and body
to sustain much. So she merged her
self Jn the army of workers in th*
vast battalion of those that give their
entire selves to a labor most stern
and unremitting and most ill r«
Mary, nevertheless, avoided the
worst perils of her lot. She did not
flinch under privation, but went her
way through it, If not serenely, at
least without, ever a thought of yield
ing to those temptations that beset
a tfrl who Is at once poor and charm
ing. Fortunately for her, those In
closest authority over her were not so
deeply smitten as to make obligatory
on her a choice between complai
sance end loan of position.
She knew of situations like that,
the cul-de-sac of chastity, worse than
any devised by a Javert. In the
store such things were matters of
course. There Is little Innocence for
the girl in the modern city. There
< an he none for the worker thrown
Into the storm-center of a great com
mercial activity, humming with vi
cious gossip, all alive with quips from
the worldly wise. At the very outset
of her employment the slxteen-year-
old girl learned that she might eke
out 16 weekly by trading on her per
sonal attractiveness to those of the
opposite sex. The idea was repug
nant to her, not only from the maid
enly Instinct of purity, but also from
the moral principles woven into her
character by the teachings of a father J
wise in most things, though a fool in j
finance. Thus she remained un
smirched, though well informed as to
the verities of life.
She preferred purity and penury
rather than a slight pampering of the
body to he bought by Its degradation.
Among her fellows were some like
herself; others, unlike. Of her own
sort, in this single particular, were
the two girls with whom she shared
a cheap room. Their common decen
cy In attitude toward the other sex
was ti e unique bond of union. In
their association she. found no real
companionship. Nevertheless, they
were wholesome enough. Otherwise j
they were Illiterate, altogether uncon
A Mind Keen and Earnest.
In such wise, through five dreary ;
years. Mary Turner lived. Nine hours J
dally she stood behind a counter. Sh«
spent her other waking hours In ob
ligatory menial labors; cooking
her own scant meals over the gas;
washing and Ironing, for the sake of
that neat apeparance which was re
quired of her by those in authority
at the Emporium—yet. more espe
cially, necessary for her own self-
respect. With a mind keen and earn
est. she contrived some solace from
reading and studying, since the free
library gave her this opportunity.
So, through most of her hours, she
was able to find food for mental
growth. Even In the last year she
had reached a point of development
whereat she began to study seriously
her own position in the world of econ
omy, to meditate on a method of bet
tering it. Under 1ftn Impulse, hope
mounted high In her heart. Ambi
tion wa* born. By candid comparison
of herself with others about her she
realized the fact that she possessed
an Intelligence beyond the average.
The training by her father, too, had
been of a superior kind. There was
as well, at the back vaguely, the
feeling of particular self-respect that
belongs Inevitably to the possessor of
good blood. Finally, she demurely
enjoyed a modest appreciation of her
own physical advantages. In short
she had beauty, brains and breeding.
Three things of chief Importance to
any woman—though there be many
minds as to which may be chief
among the three.
I have said nothing specific thus
far us to the outer being of Mary
Turner—except as to filmed eyes and
a huddled form. But, in a happier
situation, the girl were winning
enough. Indeed, more! She was one
of those that possess an harmonious
beauty, with, too, the penetrant charm
that springs from the inlnd, with the
added graces horn of the spirit. Just
now, as she sat, a figure of desolation,
there on the bed In the Tombs cell, it
would have required a most analytical
observer to determine the actualities
of her loveliness. Her form was dis
guised by the droop of exhaustion.
Her complexion showed the pallor
of sorrowful vigils. Her face was
no more than a mask of misery. Yet
the shrewd observer, If a lover of
beauty, might have found much for
delight, even despite the concealment
Imposed by her present condition.
Thus the stormy glory of her dark
hair, great masses that ran a riot of
shining ripples and waves. And the
straight line of the nose, not too thin,
yet fine enough for the rapture of a
Praxiteles. And the pink daintiness
of the ear-tips, which peered warmly
from beneath the pail of tresses.
One could know nothing accurate
ly of the complexion now. But It
were easy to guess that In happier
places It would show of a purity to
“Three years isn't forever. When I come out you are going to pay for
every moment of them. Thero won’t be a day or an hour that I won't re
member that at last it wai your word that sent me to prison."
entice, with a gentle blooming of
roses in the cheeks. Even In this
hour of unmitigated evil, the lips re
vealed a curving beauty of red—not
quite crimson, though near enough
for the word; not qu\e scarlet, either;
only a red gently enchanting, which
turned one’s thoughts toward tender
ness—with a hint of deeire. It was,
too, a generous mouth, not too large;
still, happily, not so small as those
modeled by Watteau. It was alto
gether winsome—more. It was gener
ous and true, desirable for kisses—
yes! - more desirable for strength and
She Showed Possibilities.
Like every' intellifent woman, Mary
had taken the trouble to reinforce the
worth of her physical attractiveness.
The Instinct of sex was strong in her,
as it must be in every normal woman,
since that appeal Is nature’s law. She
kept herself supple and svelte by
many exercises, at which her com
panions in the chamber scoffed, with
the prudent warning that more work
must mean more appetite.
With arms still aching from the
lifting of heavy bolts of cloth to and
fro from the shelves, she neverthe
less was at pains nightly to brush
with the appointed 200 strokes the
thick masses of her hair. Even here,
In the sordid desolation of the cell,
the lustrous sheen witnessed the fi
delity of her care.
So in each detail the keen observer
might have found adequate reason for
admiration. There was the delicacy
of the hands, with fingers tapering,
with nails perfectly shaped, neither
too dull nor too shining. And there
were, too, finally, the trimly shod feet,
set rather primly on the floor, small
and arched like those of a Spanish
Infanta. In truth, Mary' Turner
showed the possibilities at least, If
not just now the realities, of a very
Naturally, in this period of grief,
the girl's mind had no concern with
such external merits over which once
she had modestly exulted. All her
present energies were set to precise
recollection of th« ghastly experience
Into w'hlch she had been thrust.
In its outline, the event had been
There had been thefts in the store.
They had been traced eventually to a
certain department, that in which
Mary' worked. The detective was
alert. Some valuable silks were
missed. Search followed immediate
ly. The goods were found In Mary ’s
locker. That was enough. She was
charged with the theft. She protested
innocence—only to*be laughed at In
derision by' her accusers. Every
thief declares Innocence. Mr. Gilder
himself was emphatic against her.
The thieving had been long contin
ued. An example must be ttmhJs. The
girl was arrested.
The crowded condition of the court
calendar kept her for three months in
the Tombs awaiting trial. She was
quite friendless. To the world she
Strange methods of greeting the spring
are practiced In the commune of Nagy-
halmagy, Wales, every year. It is a
kissing market, and the Institution this
year has been more successful than
ever All the women and girls are at
liberty to kiss strange men. From the
surrounding district all the young wom
en who have been married since last
Faster arrive at the kissing market and
kiss strange men to their hearts’ con
A new device made its appearance
on r fair ground during the recent
holidays. A target is a*'fixed to a can
vas screen, below which sits a man,
protected from the ball a net. Three
shots a penny is the price. The thrower
who hits the target releases the seat
on which the man is ensconced, and he
falls into a tank of water beneath him
A ducking follows every successful
A NAUGHTY LITTLE COMET
By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.
Copyright, 1918, by American-Journal-Examiner.
rj> HERE was once a little comet who lived near the Milky Way!
She loved to wander out at night and Jump about and plajr.
The mother of the comet was a very good old star—
She used to scold her reckless child for venturing out too far;
She told her of the ogre, Sun, who loved on star* to sup.
And who asked no better pastimes than gobbling comets op.
But instead of growing cautious and of showing proper fear.
The foolish little comet edged up nearer and more rear.
She switched her saucy tail along right where the Sun could see.
And flirted with old Mars just as bold as bold could be.
She laughed to soom the quiet stars, who never frisked about.
She said there w*» no fun In life unless you ventured out.
She liked to make the planets, and wished no better mirth
Than Just to see the telescope aimed at her from the Earth.
She wondered how so many stars could mope through nights and days.
And let the sickly-faced old moon get all the love and praise.
And as she talked and tossed her head and switched her shining trail.
The staid old mother star grew *ad. her cheek grew wan and pale.
For she had lived there In the skies a nxUTfon years or more.
And ?he had heard gay comets talk In Just this way before.
And by and by’ there came an end to this gay comer’s fun—
She went a tiny bit too far—and vanished in the Sun!
No more she swings her shining trail before the whole world’s sight.
But quiet stars she laughed to scorn are twinkling every night.
whs only a thief in duress. At the
last the triul was very short. Her
lawyer was merely an unfledged
practitioner assigned to her defense
as a formality' of the court. This nov
ice in his profession was so grateful
for the first recognition ever afforded
him that he rather assisted than oth
erwise the District Attorney in the
prosecution of the case.
At the end. twelve good men and
rendered a verdict of guilty
against the shuddering girl in the
So simple the bistory of Mary Tur
ner’s trial. * * * The sentence of the
judge was lenient—only three years!
A Cheerful Prodigal.
T HAT which was the supreme
tragedy to the broken girl in
the cell merely afforded rather
agreeable entertainment to her for
mer fellows of the department store.
Mar.v Turner throughout her term of
service there had been without real
intimates, so that now' none was
ready to mourn over her fate. Even
the two -roommates had felt some
slight offense, since they sensed the
superiority of her, though vaguely.
Now' they found a smug satisfaction
in the fact of her disaster as empha
sizing very pleasurably their own
continuance In respectability.
As many a philosopher has ob
served, we secretly enjoy' the misfor
tunes of others, particularly' of our
friends, since they are closest to u*.
MoSt persons hasten to deny this
truth In Its application to themselves.
They’ do so either because from lack
of clear understanding they' are not
quite honest with themselves, from
lack of clear Introspection, or because,
as may be more easily believed, they
are not quite honest in the asser
tion. As a matter of fact, we do find
a singular satisfaction in the troubles
of others. Contemplation of such
suffering renders more striking the
contrasted well-being of our own lot.
We need the pains of others to serve
as a background for our joys—Just as
sin Jr essential as the background for
any appreciation of virtue, even any
knowledge of Its existence. * • So now,
on the day of Mary' Turner's trial,
there was a subtle gayety of gossfp-
ings to and fro through the store.
The girl’s plight was like a shuttle
cock drtoen hither and yon by the
battledores of many tongues. It was
the first time In many years that one
of the employees had been thus ac-
cused of theft. Shoplifters were so
common as to be a stale tonic. There
was a refreshing novelty In this case,
where one of themselves was the cul
prit. Her fellow w orkers chatted des
ultorily of her aa they had opportu
nity. and complacently thanked their
god* that they were not as she—with
reason. Perhaps a very few were
kind-hearted enough to feel a touch
of sympathy foT this rutn of a Ilfs.
Gave Attention to Girl.
Of such was Smithson, a member of
live excuttve staff, who did not hesi
tate to speak his mind, though none
too forcibly. As for that, Smithson,
while the possessor of a dignity nour
ished by years of floor-walking, was
not given to the holding of vigorous
opinions. Yet his comment, meager
as it was, stood wholly in Mary's
favor. And he spoke with a certain
authority, since he had given official
attention to the girl.
Smithson stopped Sarah Edwards,
Mr. Gilder’s private secretary, aa she
was passing through one of the de
partments that morning, to ask her If
the owner had yet reached hie office.
“Been and gone,” was the secreta
ry’s answer, with the terseness char
acteristic of her.
"Gone!” Smithson repeated, evi
dently somewhat disturbed by the In
formation. "I particularly wanted to
“HeTl be back, all right," Sarah
vouchsafed, amiably. "He went down
town to the Court of General Sessions.
The judge sent for him about the
Mary Turner case.”
"Oh, yes, I remember now,” Smith-
son exclaimed. Then he added, with
a trace of genuine feeling: ”1 hope
the poor gtrl gets off. She was a nice
girl—quite the lady, you know, Miss
"No, I don’t know," Sarah rejoined,
a hit tartly. Truth to tell, the sec
retary was haunted by a grim suspi
cion that she herself was not quite the
lady of her dreams, and never would
be able to acquire the graces of the
Vere De Vere. For Sarah, while «
most efficient secretary, was not in
her person of that slender elegance
Marv had curium! much—miserably much!—
for honesty’s sake. At the end <>f it all was
shame unutterable. There was nought left
her save a wild dream of revenge.
j which always characterized her fa-
I vorito heroines in the novels she af-
i fected. On the contrary, she was of
| a sort to have gratified Byron, who
! declared that. u. woman in her maturi
ty should be plump. Now, she re
called with a * c of envy that the
accused girl had been of an aristo
cratic slimness of form. “On. did you
know her?’ she questioned, without
any real interest.
Smithson answered with that bland
stateliness of manner which was the
fruit of floor-walking politeness:
A Good Saleswoman.
“Well. I couldn’t exactly say I knew
her, and yet I might say, after a
manner of speaking, that I did—to a
certain extent. You see, they put her
In my department when she first came
here to work. She was a good sales
woman, as saleswomen go. For the
matter of that,” he added with a sud
den access of energy, “she was the
Last girl in the world I'd take for a
thief.’’ He displayed some evidences
of embarrassment over the honest
feeling into which he had been be
trayed, and made haste to recover his
usual business manner, as he contin
ued, formally: “Will you please let me
know w’hen Mr. Gilder arrives? Thero
are one or two little matters I wish to
discuss with him.”
“All light,” Sarah agreed briskly,
and she hurried jn toward the private
The secretary wa* barely seated at
her desk when the violent opening
of the door startled her, and. as she
looked up, a cheery voice cried out:
At the same moment a young man
entered with an air of care-free as
surance, his face radiant. But, as hi*
glance went to the empty armchair
at the desk, he halted abruptly, and
By FRANCES L. GARSTDE.
W HEN the baby gives a shrill cry
every one tn the house runs to
It, and when it keeps tt up every
one runs from It except its mother.
• • •
When a mother puts away her first
baby's worn-out shoe it Is with the self-
expressed belief that some day the State
Historical Society will send for It.
• * •
A mother with her first babir sug
gests a girl with her doll, but there
Isn’t so much resemblance to pastime
when tha second, third and fourth ar
• • •
A mother feels worse when she can’t
afford to buy a certain toy for her child
than the child will feel if It gets no
toy* at all.
• • •
The modem mother does so much to
spare her children pain, it Is a wonder
she doesn't think up some plan of tak
ing their pills for them.
• • •
“It’s a good thing.’’ every mother
thinks, when the father loses an um
brella, “that bringing the children home
doesn’t depend on their father.”
• • •
Every -father cherishes a secret re
sentment because his wife will forgive
their son so much more than she will
• • •
Mother and father never agree upon
what he can afford, and as every daugh
ter grows up she ha* one more to take
her side of the argument
• • •
All father gets when he complains
to hi* children of the sacrifices he has
made for them is a mental comparison
with their mother, who has made great
er sacrifice* and never mention* item.
his Repression changed to or.e of dis
"Not hero!” he grumbled. The.i
once again ihe smile was on his lips
as his eyes feil on the* secretary, who
had now risen to her feet In a flutter
"Why, Mr. Dick!” Sarah gasped.
“Hello, Sadie!” came the genial sal
utation. The younv man advanced
and shook hands with her warm.y.
“I'm home again. Where’s dad?”
Even as he asked the question, the
quick sobering of his face bore wit
ness to hjs disappointment over not
finding his father in the office. For
such was the relationship of the
owner of the department store to thi*
new arrival on the sedne. And in the
patient chagrin under which the son
now labored was to be found a cer
tain Indication of character not to be
disregarded. Unlike many a child, he
really loved his father. The death of
the mother years before had left him
without other opportunity for affec
tion in the home, since he had nelthe*
brother nor sister. He loved his fa
ther with a depth of feeling that made
the two a real camaraderie, despit*
great differences in temperament In
that simple and sincere regard which
he bore for his father, the boy re
vealed a heart ready for love, willing
to give of Itself its best for the one
beloved. Beyond that, ae ye*, there
was little to bo said of him with
exactness. He wa* a spoiled child of
fortune, if you wish Co have It aa,
Certainly he was only a drone In the
world’s hive. Thu* far he hid en
joyed the good thing* of lit* without
ever doing aught to deeerve them by
contributing In return—«ave by hie
•miles and his genial air of happi
To be Continued To-morrow.
The Storage Egg
By PERCY SHAW.
I MET a storage egg one day,
And, filled with subtle agitation,
I a*ked him what he had to say
Upon suspended animation.
Be made no move to speak and so
I boldly put a simple question.
As to some facts I sought to know
On superhuman. Indigestion.
And though he looked profound, ray
Perceived he sccarned all conversation
He even showed a daQ surprlaa
For one In such a lowly station.
At last I smote him on the hip.
Half earnestly and half tn ben tax.
He said no word, but with a chip
He broke and ran away instant**.
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