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MAGAZINE, Science The World’s Mightiest Telescope That Is to Stand on Top of Mount Wilson, and Others. Their Married Life By MABEL HERBERT URNER. The By GARRETT P SERVISS. rpHE gigantic telescope that the I Carnegie Solar Observatory is to possess on the summit of Mount Wilson in California will be by. far the most powerful instrument of observation that man has ever turned upon the heavens. It will he even a greater advance in its line than the mighty Imperator is *mong steamships. A year or two ago it looked as if t might prove impossible to construct this immense instrument, because the 1isk of glass, made in France, to be «haped into a concave mirror at : 'asadena, exhibited bubbles and im perfections which, it was feared, would interfere with its usefulness. Hut further examination indicates that the difficulties may be avoided and the work of grinding and polish ing is going forward. This telescope will have a clear 'aperture" of 100 inches, or eight feet four inches! By aperture is meant tin* diameter of the round glass as it is exposed to the stars. There are two kinds of telescopes— •’reflectors," which have a concave parabolic mirror to catch the rays of light and bring them to a focus; and "refractors.” which possess, instead of a reflecting mirror, a compound lens, called the "object-glass,” which brings the rays of light to a focus on the side away from the object under examination. In using a reflector the observer, so to speak, turns his back upon the heavens, while with the re fractor he looks directly through the telescope toward the object in the sky. In both cases what he really sees is an image of the object formed hv the rays of light in the focus, and he magnifies the image with a kind of microscope, called the "eye-piece." A Reflector. The new giant, as already indicated, is to be a reflector. Both kinds of telescope have their peculiar ad vantages, but the reflector is superior in astronomical photography. In the picture accompanying this article you will find a graphic repre sentation of six of the greatest tele scopes now In existence, compared in size with the new telescope for Mount Wilson. The latter Is shown both at the right, In its true relative proportions, and separately at the left, Inside the dome that Is to cover it, and with the heavy "mounting" that Great Telescopes of the World. will carry it and govern Its move ments. Three of the telescopes shown, with their names and apertures attached, «re refractors, as is Indicated by their long metallic tubes. They carry their object-glasses at the upper end of the tube. The fourth and largest closed tube Is that of the great Lord Rosse tele scope In Ireland, which was made in the middle of the nineteenth century, and was long the wonder of the as tronomical world. It, however, Is not a refractor, but a reflector, the maker having chosen to give It a closed tube, which has now oeen found to be un necessary. Two of the others (or three. In cluding the unfinished giant) have openwork tubes. These are all re flectors. Now, in order that the reader may get-an Ideu of the relative power im plied by the different apertures shown, it is necessary to say that that *s measured by the amount of light that the lens or the mirror "grasps." This amount is much greater than would appear from a mere inspection of the comparative sizes. It depends upon the square of the aperture. Thus, it will be seen that the new telescope Is 100 inches in aperture, while the Rosse telescope, the next in size, has an aperture of 72 inches. But to measure the real superiority of the new Instrument we must compare the squares of these numbers. The square of 100 is 10,000. and that of 72 is only 5,1X4. So we see that the one Is very nearly double the other. But this does not tell the whole story. The Rosse telescope has a very imperfect mirror, made of a special material called speculum metal, which i8 far inferior for the purpose to glas? covered with a reflecting film. On this account the effective superiority GIRL SUFFERED TERRIBLY At Regular Intervals—Says Ly Lydia E. PinkhanCs Vegetable Compound Complete ly Cured Her . of the new instrument will be much greater than a comparison of th° squares of the respective apertures indicates. Bigger Than Yerkes. The new giant will, on the same principle, be six and a quarter times more powerful than the great Yerkes telescope, the largest refractor now in existence, and about two and three-quarter times more powerful than the five-foot reflector already In action on Mount Wilson. One naturally wonders what this telescopic monster will reveal in the heavens. I observe that it has been said that it will show "objects of the size of a man” on the moon. But this statement must be taken with a grain of allowance. If it were not for atmospheric difficulties, which we know at •present no means of avoid ing, a 100-inch telescope might bear a magnifying power of 10,000 diame ters. which would bring the moon within an apparent distance of only a little more than twenty miles when it is actually nearest to the earth. In fact, however, it is doubtful if such a power will e er be employed, and If employed It would not give a distinct image. Hut the immense amount of light gathered by the great mirror- will make much lower magnifying powers far more effective than hitherto, and most interesting discoveries may con fidently be expected from this cause. Its principal use. however, will be in photographing, on an unprecedented scale, the great nebulous clouds and streams and clusters of stars that abound in the universe, and here Its superiority will be so commanding that the* man will almost seem to have provided himself with a new and marvelous eye for surveying the il limitable wonders of space. k. 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Texas Hundreds of such letters expressing gratitude for the g< od Lydia E Pink- ham’s Vegetable Compound ha? ac complished are constantly being re ceived. proving the reliability of this grand old remedy. If you want spaoial advice write to Lydia E. Pinkbam Medioine Co. (oon. fidantiaf) Lynn, Mass. Your latter will be c-penod, read and answered by a woman and held in striot confi dence. ^4 npHANKS to the information I had j received from Mrs. Rolfe’s lit tle chambermaid. I knew that Rolfe kept the family Jew'els in the safe of the library, and also knew which were the windows of this room. The girl had told me how cruel the old miser was to his young wife, and how he had kept her a virtual pris oner for four years In the house where I was about to crack a crib. I wanted to get hold of the family jewels, which were worth at least a half million. To break open the shutters and open the windows was an easy mat ter; but just as I had closed the shut ters again I heard a shot from the next room. This upset me so that for nearly a minute 1 stood motionless; and just as I was about to leave by the way I came I heard light steps, and a woman’s voice whispered: "Is it you, Charles? Why didn’t you knock at the shutter? "No, it is not Charles.” I answered, my courage returning as I reasoned that the woman, whoever she was, had good reasons not to alarm the rest of the house. "But he sent me to tell ” "1 got no further, for the electric light was turned on and I found my self looking into the barrel of n most business-like looking revolver. The most beautifi^l woman I have ever laid eyes upon was at the other end of the revolver. "Who are you, and what do you want?" she asked. "Hands up!? she added, as 1 was too confused to an swer a single word. “Now you may take them down again." she said w hen she had relieved me of the gun I carried. "And now sit down.” "What do you intend to do with me?" I asked after obeying her order "l have not quite made up my mini yet,” she said. ”1 suppose you were after these old family jewels which 1 am wearing now." And she pointed to some costly diamonds and pearls she was wearing. "You are quite right.” I said, un- I derstandtng ^10 more why she was wearing this small fortune on her now than why she had not rung the bell for the servants and told them o send for the police. One thtng was clear, she could he nobody but Rolfe’s beautiful young | wife. The shot I had heard was also a mystery to me. She must be the j "ne who fired, since she was still I holding the revolver in her hand, bu st whom had she fired, and why was everything still quiet in the house? "Did you ever kill a humap per son'" she suddenly asked. "No, but I tried once?" I answered. "I suppose you were sorry you did not succeed ?” A Confession. "No. 1 am glad he escaped, though I hated him as much as one person may hate another." "But if yy<$ had been a woman, and 1 your father bad sold you to a human beast? Sold you to a husband who tortured you In the worst manner for four lone years, and who discover;'] your plan when you had Just got enough courage to run away with th^ man you loved, and who then gave you the choice of killing him or re maining in hell all the rest of your life—what would you have thought then? Would you have chosen to let him live?” Before I could think of an answer there was a sharp knock at the shut ters. Charles, whoever he was, had come. "Come in. Charles,” she said almost triumphantly. "1 thought you were never going to come,” she added, as a tall young man entered exactly as 1 had done. "Who is that man, Muriel?" he asked. She did not answer his question, but said: "1 have killed my husband." "Good God! It can’t be true!” he burst out. throwing himself heavily into the chair from which I had got up as he entered. "Go and look yourself," she replied and walking to the other end of the room she drew a heavy velvet por tiere aside. And now’ I saw a dead man. with the most cruel looking face I have ever seen, lying on the floor. "You need not look so worried, Charles, dear,” she said drawing the portiere again. And pointing to me, she went on: "That fellow will have to take the punishment. He broke in here to steal my jewels Just as 1 fired. I kept him here waiting for you to come. Nobody will ever sus pect us." Her Vengeance. “Oh. why did you do this, Muriel.” he cried in despair, "and how can you think of adding a new murder !•> the first'*" "We must act quickly,” she said, and rang a bell. "You must hurry out by the way you came. I have rung for the butler and when he comes I will denounce the burglar as the murderer. Nobody will take his word against mine. Then we will wait some time and get married.” He jumped and looked at her with disgust and indignation. "Never! Never!” he cried. "It is all over now. 1 could never marry a murderess." Never have I seen an expression ot despair like the one which came into her face at these words. I almost felt sorry for her. but 1 used the chance to escape through the window. When outside I stood awaiting what would happen next. 1 saw an elderly man enter and heard him say: "You rang the bell for me. mad am ?" "Yes. T did,’’ she said, calmly. "Your master has been shot, and there/ pointing to Charles, “stands his mur derer.” W ITH Warren’s note still crushed in her hand, Helen lay sob bing on the blue silk draped bed at the Hotel Ronveray. To the beauty of the rooms, which had lured her Into engaging them, she was now indifferent. Oh, why had she moved to this place without consulting him? She might have known he would find some way to punish her. Again she smoothed out and re-read the crumpled note. It was brief and sarcastic, saying merely that since she had taken things in her own hands she could “keep it up" and dine by herself. To deliberately leave her alone on their second night In Paris was a cruel punishment, and Helen had lain there too heart sick to think of food. Yet she had had nothing since breakfast, for in the excitement of getting breakfast, for in the excitement of getting their bag gage moved over from the other hotel she had not stopped for luncheon When at length she rose It was after 10 Her eyes were read and swollen, and* her dainty gown was badly rumpled. It was a very forlorn little woman that looked hack from the mirror now com pared to the excitedly happy one re flected there before Warren's note had come. • She was Just starting to unhook her dress ^hen an angry shake of Tne sit ting room door sent her Hying to open It. It was Warren. A glance at his face, and Helen knew that he was furi ously angry. ‘‘Oh. I’m so sorry, dear. I didn’t know the door was locked,” she began in hur ried apology. Very Angry. Without speaking he strode past her Into the room, flung some papers on a table and himself into one of the rose silk tapestried chairs. Still without deigning to glance around the room, he scowlIngly lit a cigarette. Helen stood awkwardly by the window, fumbling with the tassel of the cur tain and waiting for him to comment on the place—or at least to rage at her for having moved. But he did neither. From the "silent treatment” to which Warren sometimes subjected her, Helen shrank even more than from being raged at. Once he had not spoken to her for days. Was this now to be her further punishment? Had not the long, lonely evening without dinner been enough 0 "Dear, please don’t be angry about my moving." pleadingly. “You know how dirty that other place was—and these rooms are so lovely and so reasonable! I really thought you’d WANT me to take them ” “Huh, you did—did you? Well, you took devilish good care to get here be fore I’d get a chance to say WHAT 1 wanted! Nice state of affairs for a man to get to his hotel and And his wife and baggage gone." “But, dear, 1 only thought it would save you time and—” “Drop it! DROP IT, I tell you! You wanted to move here—well, you’re here, aren’t you? What’s the matier?” no ticing her reddened eyes. "Been having hysterics over it?” Helen bit her lip. “Well, there’s one thing you can count on,” with sneering emphasis, “if you ever come abroad again you’ll come alone and put up where you blame please! I’ll not be in the party. Now, for heaven’s sake, stop your sniveling,’’ and throwing his cigarette Into the grate under the marble mantel he slammed into the bedroom. By the sound of his moving about Helen, who was waiting in numb misery by the window, knew that he was get ting ready for bed. Suddenly he opened the door with an angry: More Shouting. “Where the devil did you put my suit case?” "In the closet, dear; all your things are in that big closet." "Only closet I see’s hung full of your duds.’’ In the white wood paneling the closet door was hardly noticeable, and now Helen darted in and threw it open with an eager: “Isn't that a beautiful closet? And all those patent hangers were already there! Oh, dear, don’t you see It’s real ly a wonderful place, and so perfectly appointed!” But ^-ith another impatient, “Oh, cut it!” Warren dragged out and opened up his suit easy. Helen went hack into the sitting room and gazed unhappily out the window, until a creaking of bed springs tokl her that he was in bed. He had turned out all the lights, and. afraid to disturb him by their glare. Helen undressejl by the light from the street. The narrow cane beds were side by side, but she crept Into hers with a feeling that Warren was miles away. He lay with his hack to her, his out stretched form under the white sheet 1 looking almost glant-like in the dim light. The unfamiliar objects and shadows of the room, the strangeness of the atmosphere, accentuated her wakeful ness. Her head ached, and she was now conscious of a gnawing hunger—the ef fect of having eaten nothing since morn ing. The discomfort itself she was tou unhappy to care about, but the fear that it might keep her awake to worry and anguish through the night made her think of a cake of milk chocolate that Warren had bought on the train. Softly she slipped out of bed. opened her satchel and felt for the chocolate. “What in the deuce are you trying to do?” demanded Warren, suddenly switching on the light by a button be side his bed. “Nothing, dear,” shrinking from the sudden glare, "I was just looking for a piece of chocolate." “Chocolate! What's the matter? Hun gry? Didn't have much dinmr?” “Not much!" stammeringly. “Not much? How much?” A Suggestion. Helen flushed as she unwrapped a bit of tinfoil from the chocolate. “So that's it! Didn't have any dinner at all, eh? Another of your fool per formances. Well, don’t eat that stuff. 1 don’t want you here sick on my hands! Chuck it, I tell you." Warren was already up, getting into his slippers and dressing gcfwn. “Dear, what are you going to do?’’ anxiously as ’he cros&cd the room and pushed a. bell. “Get you something to eat.’’ “Oh, 1 don't want anything, excitedly. “I’m not hungry. I only thought I’d sleep better if 1 nibbled at something Oh. please don't order anything up here —it’ll be so expensive at this time of night! Why, it is almost twelve!" Warren growled at her to "keep still," and rang the bell again. "What can you get to eat here, this late?” Helen heard his demand of the boy who had come to the door. "What's that? Well send me a waiter—one who CAN speak English! Understand? Yes, ENGLISH!” Just what Warren ordered Helen, who was still in the bedroom, could not hear, but when he had given the order he came to the door with a peremptory "Get into your dressing gown—jwe're going to have something to eat!” Bewildered, yet following a quick im pulse, Helen took from her trunk one of her prettiest negligees. It was a pale pink chiffon, charming over the white lace of her nightdress. Her rum pled hair she smoothed under a boudoir cap. Her eyes, no longer red, were now feverishly bright. There are few conditions under which a woman is not conscious of her charm, and even now Helen felt a faint glow of pleasure as she glanced in the mirror. Warren had turned on all the shaded lights in the rose silk sitting room. The waiter had already brought up a folding table, and was now setting it with elaborate care. A Mystery. What dtri it all mean? She had ex pected only a few sandwiches—why all this china and silver? But for once Helen was discreet. She asked no ques tions and made no comments, and War ren had settled himself with some pa pers by a shaded reading lamp. When a little later he opened ihe door to a waiter with a loaded tray Helen gazed in astonishment. There was a broiled chicken, French peas, arti choke and a bottle of claret. The waiter arranged it all on the table with a deftness and quickness that only a French waiter knows. The Louis XV room with Its gilt fur niture and silk hangings now looked more than ever like a stage setting— the Bohemian supper'seene in the sec ond act. And Helen was conscious that her trailing negligee and Warren s quilt ed dressing gown were a part of it all. The iheatrical instinct Is in every wom an—and in Helen it was very strong. When finally the waiter opened the wine, filled their glasses, drew up two chairs, received his tip and bowed him self out, Helen sank into one of the chairs still in a dazed but happy bewil derment. “Well, you can sit there and stare if you want to—I’m going to pitch in. Looks pretty good to me." “Why, Warren; didn’t you have din ner either?" “Not much,” grimly. Helen looked at him. Then dropping her napkin, with a breathless cry, she ran over and threw her arms about him. “Oh, you DIDN’T—I KNOW you didn’t! You were wretched, too! You couldn’t eat any more than I could! Oh, you dear—you WONDERFUL dear!’’ showering kisses on his hair and neck. “Oh, I’m so happy! It shows you DO care!” "Look here, are you going to let this chicken get cold! Now sit down there and eat your dinner, supper—or what ever you call this meal. I’m blamed hungry, I tell you. Go on," shoving her away, hut not ungently. “Here, what part of this bird do you want first— white meat or a short leg?" Dodgin was the new manager of a biscuit factory, his name and features being unknown. There was a work- ; man at the concern who liked to sneak ! off to a shed at about 3 in the after- | noon and smoke a pipe and look over I the afternoon papers for an hour or so. Well, one day, as the workman sat smoking in the she'd, Dodgin ap peared. “Who are you?” Dodgin asked sternly, frowning at the idle work- ] man. The workman frowned back. 1 "Huh! Who are you?” said he. "I’m Dodgin. the new manager,” i vaos the reply. At this the workman smiled. "So am I.” he said, heartily; “come | in and have a smoke!” • • * There was but one apple tree in the j Browns’ yard, and this year it bore I just one apple. This apple the chil dren were forbidden to pick. Mrs. Brown looked up into the tree one day, and, failing to see the apple, * called her six children to the spot. The Mistakes of Jennie By HAL ... CQFFMA i N Being a Senes of Chapters in the Life of a Southern Girl in the Big City . < -J The man stared at her covetously. CHAPTER XX. HE boss had given Jennie "a week’s notice” I and she was to leave the following Saturday. A In the meantime she was devoting every spare minute she had to looking for another job. But it was the dull season and most of the firms were “laying off” their help instead of hiring any. Coming from work one evening the latter part of the week she noticed the FELLOW waiting on the corner for her. but she saw him first and dodged back, going out by another door, saying to herself. “I can’t, can’t, do THAT—unless it comes to either THAT or STARVING.” Going home oil the car she met a girl friend who knew of a place where she thought Jennie could get a job, but it was only $5 a week. Anyway, that was better titan nothing, and it might tide iter over until she could find a better job. So next day at lunch time site hurried over to apply for the new place. It was a dark, dingy sort of a place, with no other girls working there, and seemed very sordid indeed compared ta the other place where she had been working. The man stared with covetous eyes at Jennie, telling her she would have very little to do, that he just wanted someone to stay there and answer the phone and things like tlfat when he wasn’t in—and Jennie was to come to work the following Monday morning. If Jennie had not been so pleased and excited at getting tlie job she might have noticed that the man held her hand much longer than necessary when he bade her good-by. —HAL COFFMAN. (To Be Continued.) ^The Ghost Breaker By Charles W. Goddard and Paul Dickey The Most Exciting Serial of the Year. “Children,” she said, sternly, *‘I told you not to pick that apple!” "We didn’t pick it!” the children answered in chorus. And the eldest girl added, in an injured tone: "You can see yourself that it’s still on the tree. I—I mean—the core is! We only climbed up an—an’ took a bitfe once in a while—we didn’t pick it!” * * • Mabel (apropos of new evening dress which has just arrived from the dressmaker)—Oh. mother, how love ly! Do'wear it to-night! Mother—No. dear, not to-night. This is for when ladies and gentlemen come to dinner. Mabel—Mother, dear, do Vet’s pre tend, just for once, that father’s a gentleman! * • * Jones—My wife and ! suffer from alternate insomnia. Brown—Alternate insomnia! What is that ? Jones- - Whichever gets to sleep first keeps the other awake all night by snoring. SERIALIZED By J. W. McCONAUGHY (Copyright, 1913, by Star Co.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. “That’s an unlucky gesture,” he taunted. “How did you know that the treasure was there?” "That’s where you’ve been working," was the instant response. "You forget that I have never seen the memorandum," retorted Jarvis. “Until you stole it,” added the Duke, with an angry glare. “Can’t you see, Maria?” The boldness of his last stroke made Jarvis gasp. It also made him mad clear through. “Yes,” agreed the Princess slowly, “one of you two stole the locket.” "Which one of us two?” snarled her night. He strode over to the Duke, gripping the revolver in his hand. “You can’t lie yourself out of this!” he declared, In a tense, menacing voice. “Twice to-night you tried to have me murdered! Why didn’t you have the nerve to come out into the open? I told you all ghosts were cowards—but you haven’t the courage of a rabbit! If It weren’t for her I’d blow your d—d head off and send you after that other poor devil that you’ve got to answer for sooner or later! “Now you see here!” His teeth clicked together and he was pale to the lips. "Give me that locket! No— give 'her that locket—quick! Quick! or by the living God, I’ll break your—come on!” For a second or two the Duke bit his lip and mustache and gazed into the gleaming, bead-like eyes and white face of the young American and tooK note of the hard breathing and the rigid muscles quivering under the light coat— and the heavy revolver gripped in the right hand. It was the equipment and the temper o/ a killer of men the locket without the slightest trace of embarrassment. The Princess took it and shrunk back from him as if from pollution, but he seemed not to notice. Turning again to Jarvis, he remarked pleasantly: “You play a good game, Mr. Warren. Are all Americans like you?” “They all play the game in Kentucky. Get out!’’ The Duke appeared to consider this for a moment. Then, with a bow, he walked to the (fcpor and disappeared, stopping only to remark In the same pleasant tones: “Mr. Warren, take her advice and re turn to Kentucky.” "Say!” snarled Jarvis, and was about to pursue when the Princess stopped him. 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