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Second Prize Story in “The Triple Tie” Contest Jndget of “The Triple Tie" contest awarded the following story second place, and prize of UO. By CAUL PICKETT. P. O. Box 1687, Atlanta, Ga., Wlnnar of Second Prize, $60. M LDRED, restless over waiting for Mr. Gray, and because of her natural fear of consequences to her lover through further delay, decided to comply with Elmer's repeat ed requests to go to Gordon's rescue. So, Informing Elmer, who was highly elated, they each secured a repeating revolver and started out on their ad venturous trip in Mildred's runabout. After covering several miles and hav ing come as close to the spot, bo cun ningly Indicated in Gordon's letters, as the road would take them, they stopped the car and got out. Imagine their excitement! A beautiful girl and young;, and a boy of only 16 or 17 years upon such an expedition! Yet determined, all thoughts of fear were steadily re pelled and they entered the woods, El mer leading, wisely choosing a thick undergrowth, which Interlaced Itself through the woods. The way was fraught with danger of being over- beard due to this same dense growth ♦hrough which they wended their ar duous hunt, and because of Elmer’s southful Impetuosity to hurry. He be came very cautious, however, when Mildred explained to him the probable Jesuits if discovered. They got along decidedly well, stopping every few min utes to consult the letters which served as their guide. They realized there was only a short distance to go, but their progress was extremely impeded as the utmost efforts to make little noise was necessary. Suddenly Elmer stopped still in his tracks. "What Is it, Elmer?” Mildred asked. Elmer in His Element. "Do you see the shanty yonder in iront of us?" "Yes! yes!” she answered, and her heart began a mad race and her knees to tremble violently She was fearful for the safety of Gordon—fearful lest she and Elmer would be detected and the captive summarily dealt with as he had intimated in his letters. But El mer was in his element—he manfully rose to the occasion and invigorated his fair companion's sagging spirits by whispers of encouiagement. Once more they slowly, yet surely, crept through the protecting foliage close to Mother Earth. They soon detected the prisoner, with his back toward them, calmly sitting out in the open reading a newspaper, with a gurrd, gun in hand, only a few feet in front of him. What to do now? How to attract Gordon's attention without arousing the guard? They racked their brains for a solution of their dilemma. Mildred, in her desperation, began playing with a vanity box, dangling at her side, ner vously opening and closing it—an in spiration! She whispered it to Elmer! Oft came the trinket, and the boy tak ing and thrusting it safely in his pocket, climbed a tree slowly and carefully. He was indeed a nimble woodman! Crawl ing out on a limb and selecting a spot touched by the bright rays of the sun from the prisoner’s direction, yet pro tected by the leaves, he took out the vanity box and opened it. Casting re flections with a mirror was an old trick of his. Often he had teased Mil dred this way while she was reading! He had no trouble now of dancing a shadow of light across the paper in the hands of Gordon whose attention was soon drawn; the prisoner was not slow in discovering the source, neither was he tardy in planning his next move. He did not know who. besides Elmer, was in the rescue party, but he deter mined to aid in his escape. Carelessly rising, though his body was racked with suppressed excitement, he usurped WOMAN SUFFERED TEN YEARS From Nervousness Caused by Female Ills—Restored to Health by Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegeta ble Compound. Auburn, N. T—"I suffered from ervousness for ten years, and had ji 1111 , n such organic pa j ng that 80mP- timeg I would lie In bed four days at a time, could not eat or sleep and did not warn anyone to talk to me or bother me at all. Sometimes I would suffer for seven hours at a time. Different doctors did the it they could for me until four •nths ago I began giving Lydia E. ikham’s Vegetable Compound ^ a al and now l am in good health.”— s. William H. Gill, No. 15 Pleasant eet, Auburn, New York. “Doctor’s Daughter Took It.” 3t. Cloud, Minn.—“I was so run wn by overwork and worry that I jld not stand it to have my chil- ?n talk aloud or walk heavy on the or. One of my friends said. ‘Try dia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com- und for I know a doctor’? daughter re in town who takes it and she mid not take it if it were not good.’ T tent for the Compound at once d kept on taking it until I was all •ht.”—Mrs. Bertha M. Quickstadt, i. 727 Fifth Ave.. S., St. Cloud, Minn. Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com. und may be relied upon as the most icient remedy for female Ills. Why D ’t v«**> try it? his guard’s attention while Elmer safe ly descended to Mildred’s side. Both crouched low beneath the dense shrub bery and watched Gordon’s next move. Picking up a ball and bat the prisoner started off toward the gallant little party. The gard followed at his heels, his mind totally absent of all suspicion. The strategy to Mildred and Elmer was very plain! The guard was being brought to them instead of their going for him. Also the farther away from the shanty, where the three other guards were, the better. Just as the approaching two came abreast the hid ing place, only a few feet away, two heads with revolver arms extended sprang into view Just above the shrub bery and the captor was stopped with the hissing command from Elmer, “Hands up or we shoot!” Gordon, Just In advance, sprang back, seized the gun and pushed the mountaineer for ward into the woods Threatening his life if he uttered a sound. Thoroughly frightened, he offered no resistance, but marched ahead, Elmer in front of him and the lovers behind, out of ear-shot of the shanty Into safety. Carrying Mildred in his arms, Gordon hurried the party on and they soon reached the runabout; no time was lost getting under way, leaving the former guard behind but taking his gun. As they were rounding a curve in the road, half a mile away, they looked back and saw the four mountaineers stand ing In the middle of the road, angrily shaking their fists at the departing car. Their escape had truly been a narrow one! Shook With Nervousness. Gordon shook with nervousness as he thought of what would have happened to Mildred had the rescue failed. He turned to her and gently—as he loved her more for her bravery—admonished her for risking her life for his. “Why did you and Elmer come alone?" And Mildred explained to him. how it was that Elmer and she decided to go to his aid. * “How shall I ever repay you, dear?” “Foolish t what little I did is a mere part payment in return for what you have done for me,” And they soon reached Mildred’s mountain home, the time having flown by as it habitually does with lovers like these. And not until then was Elmer’s he roic actions properly lauded. The train rushed by the crossing leav ing Forrest Cain In a dying condition on the track. Mr. Farnsworth rushed to the body, and, with a native, carried it into a rough near-by cabin. They worked over the victim as best they could; no doctor was available. Cain, although rapidly sinking began to mutter unintelligible words. Mr. Farnsworth bent close to him in an endeavor to catch the drift of the mutterings; he wished some light spread on the tragedy and this was the only source, as the mountaineer had fled back through the dark night with no chance for one to follow. After a few attempts the dying man’s efforts became more successful and he imparted the valuable Informa tion to the reporter that Gordon Kelly, who had been held prisoner at Cain’s instigation, had escaped, and that the captors, although already paid, had de manded more money from the rich young clubman. He refused and fled with them in pursuit. Then—the mut terings soon ceased and the young man, once so rich in all wordly things, lay dead upon the floor of an old log cabin with none of his loved ones near—a tragic and untimely end. Remained With Him. The reporter stayed with him and pa tiently waited for the next train. Final ly he heard it coming and succeeded in flagging it; the conductor was told the story and the body was conveyed to the baggage coach. Upon the arrival in Atlanta the re mains of Forrest Cain were taken in charge by his relatives who had been telegraphed of his death and Mr. Farns worth rushed to The Georgian office with one of the biggest stories of his brilliant career. The next morning Mrs. Deery was called up by her husband and told of the tragic fate of Forrest Cain find also the news of Gordon Kelly. She immedi ately decided to call Mildred over the long distance phone and Impart the news to her, as there was no other way for her to get it any time soon. Mildred, In her turn greatly shocked, called Gordon. “Is this Mr. Kelly?" "Yes, Mildred, what is it?” And she told him the story as it had come out in The Geor gian. “What will you do, dear?" "I do not know, Mildred, right now; let me think awhile. May I come over, dear?” “Yes, as soon as you can; come for supper.” “All right.” Gordon Breaks Silence. They were sitting in a swing out on the front porch after supper, both quiet ly thinking of the news that had come to them, and trying to decide wVat to do. The silence was at last broken by Gordon, who, in tones of deep emdtion, asked Mildred: “Will you marry me to-night, dar ling?” “Why, dear, I can’t—’tls Impos sible to get ready on such short notice.” "Won’t you, love? All arrangements have been made. Judge Barbee, my friend, has the license and will perform the ceremony; we can drive over In our car, taking Elmer with us, and after the ceremony we can return, and. with the aid of the housekeeper soon get your trunks packed, ready to leave early in the morning. I have made reservations on the train, have all my things packed —in fact, dear, all things are arranged. Won’t you, darling?” After a further passionate plea, Mil dred blushingly agreed and they drove to the Judge’s, returning “Mr. and Mrs. Gordon Kelly.” The bride called up her parents and told them. They were high ly excited and rather hurt because the children had not waited so they could be present. But "Love, Time and Tide wait for no one,” and they later called up their children and bestowed upon them their parental blessings. Mildred and Gordon were occupying grandstand seats behind the home plate during the great struggle between the White and Red Sox. No one there knew him by sight, as he had played in only a few exhibition games in Atlanta- True Lady Constance Stewart Richardson on How to Acquire a Beautiful Figure Through Dancing Manager Stahl had met him and saw him play, but there was little chance for him to be recognized in that dense mob. He, therefore, had no fears of being de tected while there watching the game with his bride. The longing to get out there and help his team was beginning to make Itself felt, and, as the game progressed and the Boston chances diminished, the feel ing grew; all the reserve Red Sox had been called to the rescue and found wanting, and the game now seemed hopelessly lost, as the eighth inning be gan. Gordon’s heart sank within him as he saw the Chicago pitcher play with the l>est Boston batters. Mildred, how ever, had detected and understood her husband’s feelings; she realized, too, that the only way he might go to his team’s aid would be through her sug gesting it. She did so, but he refused, thinking that she really did not expect him to take her at her word. She per sisted. “You’re a Brick!” “Do you really wish it, dear?” he asked. “Of course, Gordon; I want you to do what you so desire, and what you would have done were I not here.” “You’re a brick, Mildred. Maybe I can help the boys as all their pinch hitters have been used up; but I must hurry. Good-bye, dear; meet me out at our car after it is all over and nos wish me luck.” “I do, Gordon. I know you will win this game.” Smiling at her confidence in his abil ity he rushed off to the clubhouse, and finding no one in he chose a Boston uniform he found hanging in an open locker and lost little time making a quick change. He then made his way to the Boston dugout, his steps acceler ated by the tremendous shouting. He reached there just as Leonard, the Red Sox pitcher, was preparing to go to bat. Quickly -taking In the situation he told Captain Wagner who he was and begged to be allowed to bat for the pitcher. Wagner rushed over to Stahl —all with the result that Gordon Kelly, the $50,000 ballplayer, strode to the plate, carelessly swinging his bat. Ar riving there he stood waiting to all appearances the coolest person in that thronging frantic mob. Walsh and his catcher, Schalk, held a consultation, which over, the great EM walked back to the box with an easy smile as of triumph over his face. The great crowd waited, holding its breath; it knew not what to expect; It had read of Gordon Kelly, but was skeptical of any player in such a crisis with as little exprience as this one. Decides to Steal Home. The Chicago star prepared to deliver the ball, wetting ie as if for his famous spitter, while in reality It was to be one straight over hurled with all of his mighty strength. Our hero had gussed this, he had read of this trick of Walsh’s and so was ready for just what came. He did not look the first one over, as so many players do, but smash ed it on a line about ten feet high Just to the left of second bace. The man who had been on first -was rounding third as Bodie, the Chicago center fielder, after a hard run, sensationally intercepted the ball in its mad progress. Just after it hit the ground. Gordon hauled up at second! A fit description of the ensuing scene is be yond this feeble pen. Pandemonium and all that goes with it reigned! The mighty shoulders of Walsh drooped as he resumed his position in the box and centered his entire atten tion on Hooper,* the next Rex Sox bat ter. On the first ball pitched Kelly clearly stole third! The crowd was wild: “Steal home! Steal home, you can do it!” was heard from all parts of the great throng. Gordon began prancing up and down the third base line, but Walsh refused to notice him, as he was determined to retire Hooper and thus retire the side with the score 3-3. He was using his regular wind-up; the count on the batter was one ball, two strikes; it looked like the end of the Boston rally. Gordon wanted to finish the game and join his wife. He de cided to steal home! He Ran Like a Deer. Springing forward he ran like a deer for the plate. Walsh saw, recovered in the middle of his delivery and hurled the ball into Schalk’s mitt, just as Kelly, with a phenomenal slide, went under the catcher and lay with the tips of the fingers of his right hand touch ing home. And the game ended 4-3 with the Red Sox ahead. When It was considered foolish to en deavor to describe the scene after Kelly cleared the bases with his two-bagger, it is now more foolish to think of doing so. Gordon, realizing the necessity of get ting away, rushed to the clubhouse be fore being intercepted and rapidly dressed for the street. The players soon joined him; they all shook hands with him, some hugged him, and others showed their feelings of ecstasy over the victory by pounding him on the back. He was Indeed the hero, for ’twas he, almost single-handed, who had sfiatched a pennant for his team Just when all others were giving up in despair. They proposed giving a dinner in his honor that evening. “Boys, I am Just mar ried.’’ said he, "and my wife is out there in that mob now anq I shall have to hurry to her side. We are on our honey moon and, being In town, decided to come out and see you trim the White Sox. I would like to explain that it was my wife, who, detecting my feelings, sent me out there to help you to-day. If the invitation includes her, why we shall be delighted to accept.” “Sure! Sure! You can not come without her,’ 1 they all shouted In unison. Gordon Explains. At the dinner that evening in the presence of the entire Boston team, the wives of its married members, their president and several reporters, Gordon Kelly told them that he had played with them his first and last time; how sorry he was, but that he had thought it all over and had determined to enter business with his uncles; he asked the players to respect hiB decision and of fered to refund the club the $50,000 which had been paid for his services. “Let that go. Mr. Kelly,” President Mc- Aleer answered; “you earned ten times that amount in ten minutes this after noon.” Shouts of approval greeted his This is Figure 2, as de scribed in Lady Richardson's article. Practice in this will cause the body to assume the grace ful lines in walking normally. This is Figure 3. This shows a step that will help to acquire a pretty back. Many wom en are at tractive as long as they face you, but the lines of their backs are graceless and heavy. Figure No. Figure No. 1. By Lady Constance Stew art Richardson. Copyright 1913 by International News Service. H AVE you ever stopped to con sider how you sit down ? Some women who have a graceful carriage, who have even mastered the art of standing grace fully, relax—slump into an awk ward heap of arms, legs and stooping shoulders when they sit. In order to guard against this great awkwardness in posture when ready to Indulge in conver sation or any of the conventional social Intercourse for which one inevitably sits, I would suggest that we learn so to control our arm, leg and waist muscles that they inevitably fall into long, curv ing lines of gracefulness instead of tangling and withering Into awk ward abandon and ungainly pos ture. My muscles are so trained that I no longer have to hold them firm ly In position, but they fall natu rally Into sweeping continuous lines, which are the true beauty of natural pose and posture. Consider figure 1. The left foot Is daintily placed forward, the right foot Is almost at right angles to it, the instep takes nature’s lifted curve. The body sways slightly toward the right heel, with the arm sinking In a graceful par allel to the right foot. Rise and fall on the toes, changing from foot to foot for the forward posi tion, and when right foot Is for ward and right arm parallel to the left foot have the left arm lifted above the head and twisting for ward at the elbow with the wrist pendant above the head. Sway from foot to foot till you are sure of the exercise. Then practice sinking into a sitting posture while holding arms and legs in the posi tions shown in this picture. Prac tice this exercise faithfully, and soon you will be able to sit without lolling or feeling an ungainly self consciousness of arms and legs with which you know not what to do. Of course, you will not sit with one arm “draped” above your remark. "And now, Mr. Kelly, we are all anxious to find out, how you, who had never seen a ball game till this spring, learned how to play it so well." ‘Gentlemen, truly, to me, It seems easy, and was easy, to learn what little I know of the game. I deserve no great credit, as I naturally took to it like a duck to water, and besides, I was for tunate enough to have all necessary aids, except humans, to help In teach ing me. I had the regulation diamond, and also a cage for the winter months and bad days of the summer. Every day I devoted hours to the game, either In actual playing, or else studying it from guides and all the baseball articles that money could purchase. I read about all the great players—their characteristics—until I knew them thoroughly. So you now understand 1 had the natural love for the game and the facilities with which to learn, so the question is, "How could I help but learn it?" How He Learned. I had a high rock wall with a vul canite lining against which I have thrown a ball, hours at a time, day in and day out, and catching it on the re bound, which was sharp or slow, depend ent upon the force I put in my throw. The ball would come at me and above me to the right and to the left. This was grand practice; It taught me alert ness both of the body and of the eye. I did this both in and outdoors. For fly balls I could bat the ball so high that I had plenty of time to get under it; also I had a sort of gun—a gatling gun effect—which could be loaded with the regulation ball. By adjusting the bar rel the ball* would be thrown high and far Into the air. “Well, I could so place myself at dif ferent positions—the balls would always hit in about the same spot—that I soon mastered catching flies to the right, to the left, in front and behind me. For batting practice I used this same gun arrangement. It was so constructed that the force of discharge—that is. the swiftness of the ball—could be altered. I would place it in the pitcher’s box, regulation distance, and hit swift ones, slow ones, high and low, close and wide. for an hour every day, year after year! I would practice placing the ball until I got to where I could bat within a very few feet of where I desired. For base running I practiced!! I studied the dif ferent slides as they were written about in the articles and soon got to where I had them down to a fine point.” The Future. “Now. gentlemen, please excuse me; this speech sounds too egotistical, yet I assure you It is not meant that way. If any one of you had enjoyed my oppor tunity you would have far surpassed my ability. In fihlshlng I want to thank you deeply for your treatment of my wife and me and to express our sincere gratefulness and we want you to re member that we are always your friends. I now propose a toast. 'The Red Sox!’ ’’ That evening while all Nature was at rest, after they had reached their un cle’s home where they were stopping, Mildred and Gordon painted together the last touches to the picture of that won derful, memorable day. "Is It all right, Gordon?” “Yes. dear.” “Was it a sacrifice not playing any more?” “A sacrifice! Why no, dear, I wish it were, as making sacrifices for you, Mil dred, would be only joy to me.’’ Arm in arm, eyes staring into the moon-rayed heavens, their hearts beat as onb. their thoughts were on the Fu ture! An Unexpected Pleasure. "I don’t like that disagreeable Mrs. Parker.” ”1 thought she was very pleasant. What’s happened?” "We lunched together In town to day. She said she’d pay, and, of course, I mumbled. ‘Let me*—and she said, ‘Very well.’ * head, but you will learn to have flowing movement from this pic ture, and your arms will then fall into natural lines of grace. FIGURE TWO. Figure 2 will help you acquire n graceful walk. With arras sway ing gracefully at the Sides, much ns the tight rope walker uses his balance pole, move forward with bent knees and out-pointing toes. Cross the legs in front of one an other, keeping the knees close all through the exercise. Throw the head up and walk on the balls of the feet. This exercise more near ly approaches dancing than walk ing, and yet through the practice of this exaggerated walking-step, the body will come to assume graceful lines In walking normally. To walk well and to arrange yourself with graceful uns^lfcon- sciousness when sitting are two real social acquirements and are a vast step In the general direction of grace. The two movements I have given you are dancing steps, and yet they can be made to serve a definite purpose toward the at tainment of bodily grace, without which all the beauty of form of a Venus would fall short of attrac tiveness of a vital sort FIGURE THREE. Figure 3 shows a step that will help you to acquire a pretty back. So many women are attractive as long as they face you, but the lines of the back are graceless and heavy. I>o not fall into this cate gory, but teach yourself this little dance step, for It will make your back graceful and pretty. Stand firmly on the right foot and point the lifted right toes well to the back, taking care to keep the line of the leg from knee to toe. Raise the arms to Just below shoulder height and twist the head until you are looking across the finger tips of the right hand. Now all this while the back has teen slowly and gently inclining back ward. When the back muscles feel tense shift the weight to the other foot and go through the move ment again. Five times on each foot will be found sufficiently often to practice this exercise until the unused back muscles have accus tomed themselves to the tension. Will not even those who have never seen excuse for the dam , e, concede that If It can teach you to sit well, to walk gracefully and to have a strong, healthy and pretty back that there Is some good in the art of Terpsichore? Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. THERE IS ONE WAY. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am in love with a young girl of 16 years. I am 19. I love her ao much that I wouldn’t forget her for the world. 1 told her that I loved her, until last Sunday night, when she told me that she had to give me up on account of a difference in reli gion. She said somebody told her mother and she was told to give me up. Can you tell me how I could get her back, for I am al most heartbroken? L, A. C. Have you thought of making a change to her church? Do y<?u love her enough to make the sacrifice yourself instead of demanding it of her? But you are only 19! I know It seems incredible to you now, but if you wait a few years you may find omfort in a girl of your own belief. THEIR ADVICE IS GOOD. Dear Miss Fairfax: I have been keeping company with a girl for almost a year. Within the laK few weeks she has acted very funny. She told me she loved me, and when I called she would be very nice to me. The next night she would not notice me. Her parents, knowing of this, said they did not know what to make of it. They told me to stay away for awhile and see what would happen. J. K. No one knows her better than they, and their advice is worth something. Try it. Go farther, and occasion ally call on another girl. If this brings no change in her I am afraid your case Is hopeless. TELL YOUR MOTHER. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a young girl 16 years of age. and a young man of 18 took my ring, which he said he would have repaired. I can not see the young man any more and would like to know how to get hack the ring without writing to him. as at present I can not receive mail. VIVIAN. There Is entirely too much of this method whereby a young man ob- tain’s a girl’s ring and keep* tt, or, perchance, give* It to aome other girl. Tell your mother, or father, and let no foolish sentiment prevent you. MAKE NO SUCH EFFORT. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am 17 and deeply in love with a man three years my senior. Will you please let me know how T can gain his love? P. M. N. I am concerned with your happiness when I insist that a girl of 17 la too young for love. And though you were older, I would give the same answer to your ques tion: Man’s love is won without ef fort. The girl who tries to win a maa is seldom jo skillful she conceals her purpose. The man who sees he is pur-' sued is both flattered and disgusted. And seldom captured! IT 18 NOT BEST. Dear Miss Fairfax: A young man of my acquaint ance has given me his photograph and wishes mine in return. I have known him a few years and our families are very good friends. DOUBTFUL DOROTHY. Under the circumstances there would be no impropriety in such a token of friendship, but this exchang ing of pictures has caused so much trouble it la never for the best. Daysey Mayme and Her Folks By FRANCES L. GARS IDE. “W E should be charitable with the man who goes wrong,” the women say from the lecture platform. “Perhaps,” pulling out the tremolo stop on their voices; “he never had home Influences,” Chauncey Devere Appleton, who Is always looking for material for ad dresses to the Children’s Congress, of which he is president, slipped a pad of writing paper In his book the other night. While ostensibly reading, he would make note of the home in fluences with which he was sur rounded. “Do you remember, Lysander John," began his wife, "the night you pro posed to me " "I never proposed to you at all.” snapped her husband, with unusual coldness. "The third time I called you pushed me into the parlor, where I found myself standing in front of a preacher.” Mrs. Appleton sighed, and looked at her daughter. Her daughter gave her a look of understanding that was not complimentary to father. “I told those Kennedys who took Oh;Jincey Devere and me out auto- u; we had invi- our family,” "you haven’t washed them to-day!" "Home influences,” began Chauncey Devere, on his writing pad; then, lav ing aside the dignity of his great office as president of the Children’s Congress, he yielded to a rare boyish impulse and wrote one word: ‘‘Not/’ mobding to-day that vidual automobiles in spoke Daysey Mayme. “I thought I would impress them.’’ “Yes, and when It was time for us to stop you reached up to pull the bell cord,” interjected her brother. There was a slap, and a scream. "Leave your brother alone,” com manded their father. “Listen” (to his wife). Then he read of a frightful railroad accident, going into all the grewsomo details. “He reads that sort of stuff to you. ’ whispered Daysey Mayme to her mother, "to scare you, so you wouldn’t take a trip on a free pass to a family reunion.” Lysander John likes to rend out loud. “I see,” he resumed, looking up from a tariff report, “that stockings are going to be higher.” “But we can’t wear them any higher with these long corsets,” protested his wife. "I told the Kennedys,” continued Daysey Mayme, "that the last time we entertained we had seven helping hi the kitchen.” “Was that the truth?”—from her father. "Of course it was,” replied his daughter. "Didn't we have all our poor kin out there?” “Your father’s kin, you mean.” cor- I rected her mother. “They were out there to get their share.” Lysander John flung down his pa- I per in a rage, stamped on it, and I left the room, closing the door with a slam. Daysey Mayme turned to her brother. “Look at your hands,” she screamed, What Was the Dinner Like? Mrs Keene was very much a bride; in fact, she had only Just been mar ried, and knew absolutely nothing about household matters. Imagine her consternation, then, when her cook left her suddenly on the morning of the very day that four guests were expected to arrive for dinner. Of course, Mrs. Keene rushed round and managed to secure a temporary maid. But to prepare dinner for six proved to be a task altogether beyond the newcomer's abilities. So, de scending to the kitchen, where she found the girl struggling with a cof fee machine, the mistress volunteered to be of some assistance. “Now, what can I do first?" she asked. “Well, mum,” confessed the maid, “I haven’t washed the lettuce yet. You might do that.” “All right, Delia,” said Mrs. Keen*. “But please keep calm’, and I will help you. Now, you get on with the coffee. 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