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1 1! The Amateur Gardener A Complete Short Story XHERE’S not much need for a watering ran, any way, Just now. is there?" Corporal John Smith straightened his hack and looked at his questioner. "You've only Just moved in, haven’t you?" he asked irrelevantly. "Your front lawn has been neglected for some time." "Yes, I only came the other day. Mv name's Paley—Richard Paley. I have heard you spoken of already as Mr. Smith—Police Corporal Smith. I think Several people told me about your skill as a gardener, and I have bad a peep or two on the sly. They told me the truth, any way. But it is the grass that takes my eye so much. I’ve never seen a plot look so smooth and green—so velvety. I might say.” "Oh, I’m proud of that grass. It's really very simple when you get a start. It takes time, of course, but careful sowing and plenty of rolling will work wonders if you have anything like a decent bit of ground to begin with." “I must have a lesson or two,” said Paley, smiling. "It would Just suit me to have a bit of green like that in front of the window ” "I'm sure I shall be pleased to help you," said Corporal Smith. "I’ll make a start to-morrow, then. May I borrow your mower and roller for a day or two?" "Certainly." For the next few days Mr. Paley paid great attention to his garden. “I don’t see much difference in my lawn yet,” he said, after about a week bad passed. "Do you think the roller is heavy enough for my lawn?" “Don’t make a mistake and have the roller too heavy," said Smith. "I do sometimes put a brick or two inside for a hit of extra weight, but you certainly could do with it a bit heavier. Don’t he in too big a hurry to get it done." More Suggestions. •Til tell what I’ll do, If you don't mind," said Mr. Paley. "1*11 have the ends of your roller hoarded up. with a hole left so that I can put In a quan tity of sand." "Well. I don’t mind. It would perhaps be a better and more convenient way of getting what you want.** “Thanks! I’ll have it done, then,” said Paley, turning away. A day or two later he called his neighbor's attention to the roller In its for my own side. We'll take this as a test case If you like, and see what comes of It.” "All right,'' returned Paley. "I’m agreeable. As a bit of sport, we’ll put a dollar on it, shall we? Besides, it will be of interest to us locally, as the report states that a suspected man has been traced into this district. So you may have a bit of luck after all. Who knows?" "I should he very glad to. And if the man is down here I may even have a chance. I’ll see what the paper has to say. though I expect to hear some thing officially." "Well, good-night," said Mr. Paley. The clicking of the latch on the gate made both men look in that direction. “Ah!” murmured Smith. "This is De tective Smart, who has charge of the very case we have been discussing. I «hall be hearing something reliable now.” He noticed, with surprise, the start that Paley gave on hearing the name; hut It was nothing to his astonishment when the detective walked directly up to Paley, placed his hand on him and arrested him in the strictly formal man ner under the name of Robert Pearout. "Why, sergeant,” he gasped, "this Is Mr. Richard Paley.” "He may have given you that name, but I know him as Robert Pearout,” replied the detective. Smith stared at the prisoner. "it’s quite true that is my real name,” -aid the latter dejectedly, “and I have deceived you. It may look black against me, going under a false name; hut I have a good excuse for that. I know they can’t prove anything against me, and I’m sure to be at liberty again soon.” The house he had occupied was thoroughly searched, hut nothing of im portance was found. There was strong [ circumstantial evidence that he was in | some way mixed up in the affair, even j if he were not the moving spirit. All | he efforts of the police to bring it home to him were futile, and he was length released. He greeted Smith at the earliest op portunity. "Just what I told you!” he said. “Your men, with their far-fetched the ories. made a wild grasp at me, but were wrong again. I did get into trouble once, but have gone straight since. I am a marked man though now, and c THE DEATH TRAP IN THE CASTLE D Rusty cautiously approached with the lighted lantern. War- at j ren took it in his left hand and held out his right. “Take a good grip, Rusty. Can you hold me?” “Yes, sah!” Rusty crouched back and set himself. Jarvis cautiously stepped out with his left foot. A four-foot new form, and the latter walked round j j s na!l soon be going.” into tbe next garden. The next morning he had disappeared. "I see you've got an evening paper j nor wa9 any trace of him afterward What’s the latest score-' | discovered. "There’s a paragraph that will Inter- strip of the floor sank under the light weight and the other end nearest the wall rose. If he had been walking at an ordinary gait nothing could have saved him. The speed of his rush and his remarkable agility carried forward far enough for the weight of his upper body to strike the rising end of the trap and thus shut it again. cat you professionally,’’ said Daley, re ferring once more to the paper. “What's that?” inquired Smith. “You remember that big robbery a week or two since?" "Yes. They got away with about $4,000 worth of stuff. I remember." "More than that, I should think. The paper says that the police have got some slight clew, which they are follow. Jng up.” "I should like to get my fingers on some of that stolen property." said Corporal Smith. “In cases like this, it seems to me,” said Paley. "that the police are often outwitted in quite a simple manner. The safest method to hide such stuff rr this would he to put It just under their noses They get so full of fan tastic theories, and look ho far away, that they will miss what is just within reach of their fingers if they did but know it. A Dollar Bet. “Perhaps you may be right to some extent,” said Smith. "You know, of course, that the information supplied to the papers is not all that the police have, and sometimes it is even pub lished as a blind.” "Yes, that is so. certainly; but I still tl-ink that the police miss frequently, what is quite close to them.” "Well,” said Smith, ”1 must stick up A Find. Smith was prevented by the bad weather from pursuing ids hobby. When at last the sun shone he found that the absconding Mr. l’aley had not returned his gardening implements, and he had to fetch them himself. The relief he found much too heavy for his purpose and he proceeded to empty it. At length the running of the sand was Interrupted hv something Inside- Poking this out with a stick, he was astonished to find wrapped in a piece of newspaper a small Jewel case, which he at once recognized as part of the stolen property. With eager lingers he opened his prize; hut his hopes were immediately dashed to the ground when he found the sole contents was a slip of paper ad dressed to himself. "Dear Mr Smith,*’ it ran, "many thanks for your roller, of whWh I made good use. The police do miss things close under their noses and within reach of their Ungers. Had you emptied the roller sooner your luck would have been better. You owe me a dolar. Please get some one to cut and roll the grass. 1 should not he contented if 1 thought that all my energy' In that direction had been wasted. Gratefully yours. "ROBERT PEAROUT, "Allas "RICHARD PALEY." : A Girl’s Room :: By MRS. FRANK LEARNED Author of 44 The Etiquette of Ne<w York To-day" A GIRL’S character and individ uality are very clearly shown by the condition and contents of her own bedroom. If she is neat and orderly, careful of her belong ings. or careless, wasteful, destruc tive or extravagant, these traits are distinctly emphasized in her room. Tastes which are refined and culti vated, or tastes which are trivial and mean, are reflected there. Her sur roundings show her culture, or the need of it. The habit of keeping her room, desk and clothes in order, having a place for everything, and everything in its place, is an immense help to ward training in method, accuracy and thoroughness. A girl may well practice these simple but necessary rules of orderliness. They will be an aid toward character building and an aid tow’ard the making of a wider sphere of influence. It is generally acknowledged that those who are negligent of order are untrustworthy and incapable, fretful and unhappy. A girls room may be a place to help to mold her character to the ideal girl she wishes to be. “I used to be very spasmodic about keeping my room in order," said a girl. "I waited until it was in frightful dis order; then I rearranged everything. But my experience is that the habit of putting my things in order, and thp harder task of keeping them so, is a tremendous help in managing myself. If 1 can manage all the little external things, it is easier to sort out good thoughts from hurtful, wasteful thoughts, and keep charac ter in order." If a girl loves books and pictures a few' of them, at least, will be in her room She knows that a well-fur nished mind is like a well-appointed room, and that by forming a habit of reading and arranging time for the companionship of a good book in the day's work, she will not only increase her intellectual work and the facility with which she learns, but w ill make her an interesting wo man. The girl who has a bright, wideawake mind uses her talents and never ceases to be receptive. Her books are not the passing, ephemeral novel* of the day. She does not spoil her taste by reading too much trash. The Most Exciting Serial of the Year. SERIALIZED By J. W. McCONAUGHY (Copyright, 1013, by Star Co.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. “They’re trying to scare us. Rusty," he cried, battling with a sudden panic that came upon him with an overwhelm ing rush. "They’re trying to scare us— they’re probably watching every move we make! That's where that pounding comes from d-<-n ’em! Why don't they shoot? They’re trying to scare us—like they did the poor boob down in the vil lage!” He set His teeth hard and stood still until his manhood conquered. The run ning continued as before but there was no nervous strain in his voice now as he drove Rusty back to the tireplace, W'here the wall and floor looked solid. “They want to get us out of this room—they want to get us out of here. Rusty, some one was working in this room! Now, where was he working? Where was he ’* “Marse Warren, look heah!” Rusty, with great terror, had had a greater eye for details. His big black j hand darted out along the mantelpiece and came back with a small mallet and i chisel. Warren took them eagerly. He | knew—he was certain the mantel was | empty less than haif an hour before. "Good boy, Rusty!" he exclaimed, as he returned them. “Now I’ll tell you something—these are his tools. Some one was working in this room and w-e have beaten him to It. Now', where was he working?” He looked about him carefully. The Portrait. "Mortar on the floor—mortar on the mantel—look at that!” A crevice between two of the big stones above the fireplace showed where the night worker had been busy. “That’s where he was working. Rusty! And we’ve beat him to It! We’ve heat " He stopped abruptly as if a voice had interrupted him. Both stood perfectly ■dill for several seconds and then simul- neously they turned ami stared at i ringing crash. roof hats were squeaking and in the eerie hush even those fine notes were audible. Occasionally a faint sound from the walls or beneath the floor told of the presence of the dread night- walkers of the old castle. Rusty drew farther back into the glare of the fire and kept his round, terrified eyes on his master. Jarvis advanced noiselessly until he w'as within easy arm’s reach of the portrait. He held up his lantern and scrutinized its surface. Apparently the canvas was without a break. The old grandee held his marshal's baton on .is hip ami glared haughtily over the head of the irreverent child of the young [>eople. The ghost breaker had read of the habits of old pictures in feudal castles ami lie gave the frame particular atten tion. Seemingly It was set into the wail and had not been disturbed for a hundred years. He rapped the fierce old captain about the midriff with his knuckles. There was the usual wood | hacking of tlie canvas, but the sound was not hollow. Warren hacked away, still staring, and wiped his forehead with his hand kerchief. "By God, that's weird!’’ he muttered, in an uncertain voice. "You could feel that just as plain!" He backed into the low pedestal of one of the steel-clad warriors at the side of the stairs and sat down, still staring at the picture. “By God, that’s weird!" he repeated, again and again. Rusty, owl-eyed, gazed also. "It sure is. Marse Warren; it sure is. It—” Rusty turned his eyes to his master to offer an explanation and nearly dropped, speechless and dead. The fig ure In armor had turned halfway round on its pedestal and had raised the old two-handed Thirteenth Century sword on which It had been leaning to deal a blow on the young man's head that would have split him to the waist. Ghost or ghost breaker never achieved the equal of the yell that burst from Rusty's mighty lungs. The very power and suddenness of it caused Jarvis to leap a half dozen feet forward into the room, and even as he Jumped he realized that the danger was real and must be from his rear, and he wheeled, with re volver poised and cocked, as the sword blade came down on the stone with a crumbled to the floor, less than half conscious. Jarvis dropped his useless revolver and picked up a chair, which was the nearest thing at hand. He swung it up in front of him just as the third blow descended. The chair was split, but chairs were made to stand rough treatment in the day it was con structed, and the brass-bound joints hung together and entangled the sword blade. Instantly Jarvis recognized his one chance—to rush his foeman so rapidly to the rear that he would be forced to surrender his sword or fall over back ward, pulled down by the weight of steel. He put his hack into a mighty shove and lurched forward, as ho had done at school when he was always good for two yards against the hest line men in the American colleges. The ghostly knight clattered backward, try ing to wrench free his weapon, while .Jarvis thrust the battered chair at his head and gave him no purchase for a strong wrench at the sword. Suddenly Jarvis felt himself going forward on to his face and regained his balance by a mighty effort. The resistance was gone. He swung up the chair for a blow and—nearly stepped Into the closing trapdoor. There was a faint splash and—si lence. Warren darted back to the table and picked up his revolver. He leaned there for a few moments, weak and panting. It had all been so sudden, so unexpect ed and was over so quickly that but for the empty pedestal and the sword on the floor by the trap he would hard ly have been able to believe it had hap pened at all. To Be Continued To-morrow. 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These may be neatly-framed prints, or photographs of famous pictures of the world. They are within the means of most girls, and. those who love beauty and culture will not fail to have them. If possible, each girl in a family | should have her own room, where i she may have opportunities for being j alone, and for cultivating her own re- Have your rrocer send I sources; where she may read, study threw long, grotesque, leaping shadows about the recesses of the dim and musty hall. Somewhere In the groined At the same Instant Jarvis fired full into the steel cuirass. The next—and the man in armor sprang down the steps, raising his weapon for another blow. Again Jarvis flred and leaped to one side as the sword came down. So close was it that the flat of the blade brushed his coat sleeve. But, worse than this, he knew in a flash that the armored murderer was proof against soft-nosed bullets. Weighted by his armor, the sw’ords- man wheeled slowly in pursuit. 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ATLANTA MINERAL WATER CO., LOCAL DISTRIBUTORS. — :: :: Real Freedom e • • • • • • • By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. A MOTHER assigned a trivia, household task to her daugh ter, and the girl rebelled. She preferred to loll In a chair and reat* the latest fiction. "I detest housework," she snapped; "I despise that word ‘Duty* you talk so much about; I hate being ordered around in this way. I will be glad when I am married and can do as I please.” And when the noble Bird of Free dom heard her make this speech, it hung its head on its breast, and drooped its* tail feathers In shame. It knew that no freedom comes with matrimony, but that freedom ends at its portals. It knew’ that thf day was coming w’hen the same girl would look back with a sigh at the liberty she enjoyed as a girl, and of which she now showed so little ap preciation. The mother also knew’ it, and her reply to her daughter’s speech was a sigh. How many times a mother’s answer Is a sigh only the good Lord knows. It is an expression of pain that goes unheeded on earth, but that is recorded against the one who evoked it In Heaven. Extravagances. Though the amount is usually lim ited, there are few girls these days who do not have spending money with which to do as they please. Ob sessed by the passion of possession they buy flowers, ribbons, hats, gloves, little necessities and more fol lies*. few’ of which outlast their brief season. There is no one to object; no one to question; no one to scold when the bills come in. The girl w’ho wants a pretty flower buys it. without the nagging consciousness that it would be better to spend the money for po tatoes. She is free, with her little or much, to do as she pleases*. The majority of girls are engaged in some sort of lucrative employment, and all their time is not their own, but the hour comes at last when the typewTiter is closed, the loom is,quiet, the sewing machine covered, and the books put back on their shelves. Often the day is too long, and the labor too arduous for the pay received, but it always ends at last and for a time the girl is free. She has a few hours of sweet lib erty when she may go for a ride, a swim, or to dance, or to lie undis turbed in a corner and rest. Her life, for a brief period, is all her own. with to-day’s work ended and no intrusion of the duties of to-morrow. But when asked to do a little house hold task for which $>he lacks inclina tion, she says '.rritably, “I will be glad when I am married and can do as 1 please! ” The noble Bird of Freedom, my dear girls, is never an emblem of wifehood. That little gold band thig, is put on a girl’s finger at the altar is a link in a chain which, in the great majority of cases, is as binding as that worn by a slave. The married woman who has as much freedom as a girl is a creature existing only in fairy tale and imagi nation. Her time, her money, her thoughts, her soul and body are no longer her own. 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