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An Opportunity ToMake Monev 1bvrafort. men of ideas ood loventivo oWity, should wnto to day for our I Ml of MToaQoas noodod. and prise* offered by leading ■uidactwrfn. Patents secured or our foe returaed. "Why “Wr iDoontors hail.' "How to Got Your Patent and Your N^anoy,” *dA other valuable bookiete sou; free to amy add rose. RANDOLPH & CO Patsst Attoraors, 618 “F” Street, N. W WAftHINttTOft. D. C. Daysey Mayme And Her Folks How England Trains Her Boys for Naval Fighting Men By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. T HE two pillow cushion*, which, with the Honorable Lysander John Appleton, Kin Commis sioner General of the United States, compose the Pillow Cushion Club, sat stiff, upright and unbending In their corners, waiting for the meeting to begin. It was a Joy for the speaker of the evening to look at them. So well- fit uffed, so self-satisfied, so blank .* expression; they looked like vvomec whose sole ambition in life is» to keep their figures, and who place all their hope in a straight-front corset. Lysander John gave them an en couraging smile. "Mv wife and daugh ter,' he said, “who spend most of their time from home reading papers on How to Make Home Life Beauti ful, never had audiences more in telligent and appreciative than mine, Ladies, I thank you! “I have delved Into Emerson. I have wandered through Carlyle, and I have failed to find' any problems more serious than those I will submit to night. As members of the Pillow ^Cushion Club we most grapple With these questions. We must never again shirk our share of the burden of the world’s progress. “Doubt, my dear audience, if my wife and daughter at any of their various clubs in the past month have wrestled with more vital questions than those I will lay before you this evening. , “First, How soon after an article is borrowed is it proper to go over witn an excuse demandin'" its return? "If a friend buys an automobile, can it be construed as a gentle nint if you buy yourself an automobile coat ? "When a man’s family consists of himself and wife, and he buys a four- passenger car, does that Indicate a kind, generous disposition, or a de sire to escape being bored to death by ridiqg alone with his wife? “If either must be slighted in a meal, the soup or tv » pudding, whieh should It be? In other words, is it wiser to smooth down the bristles of temperamental man by starting him feeling good at a meal, or to finish him feeling satisfied? “Is it economical and proper these hard times to burv a woman’s false hair with her, when, with a little change In the color, her husband’3 next wife might wear it? “My next problem,’’ he concluded v ts one which will not permit of our speedy adjournment if we attempt to solve it. It is this: How many dif ferent ways are there for a man to act the fool?” ’Phone or Wire. The following letter appears In a Boston newspaper; v Sir—I called at your editorial rooms yesterday, entering the outer cham ber. The boy was absent. On the door, which was closed, leading to the sanctum sanctorium, was a sign, “No Admittance.” On the wall next to the door was another sign, “No Loitering Here.” The question is, what’s a fel ler to do? F. H. L. Fish Not Wanted. “I hear you’re going to marry Archie Blueblood, Diana. Is it true?” asked one young society woman of another. “Marry him? I should think not! What on earth could I do with the man? He can’t ride, he can’t play tennis, golf, nor, for that matter, can he even drive a motor oar!” said the friend, “but he can swim beautifully, you know.” • “Swim, indeed! Now, I ask you. would you like a husband you had to keep in an aquarium?” If^SiODAKSis ffijlQt First Class Finishing an iarging. A complete stock plates, papers, chemicals, etc Order remoa a wkeye aitmani t Class Finishing and F.n- larging. A complete stock lints. Special Mail Order Department for out-of-town customers. Send for Catalogue and Price List. 1. K. HlWKES C . Kodak Dtpartmn' :4 Whitehall St. ATLANTA. GA 4 o FROM LUCILE'S DIARY BEHIND CLOSED DOORS One of the Greatest Mystery Stories Ever Written By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN. (Copyright, 1013. by Anna Green.) Katharine The pictures are of sailor boys in the British navy being reviewed on the training ship Exmouth. The top picture on the left shows them in a gymnastic display in which they have agility that a circus acrobat might envy. On the right on top the picture shows Prince Louis, of Battenberg, inspecting the boys, while the bottom picture shows a movement in the gymnastic drill. CHICHESTER S PILLS T1IE DIAMOND BRAND. a L*dl«»l Aik your Urncglii for A < lii.fhen-tcr’ct (Humor,J Tlrunu/^k\ IMIls in Red and Hold metallic\\g/ ^ —TWW boxes, sealed with Blue Ribbon. V/ Take no other. Huy of jnar V l/f Askforf II|.C ifEH-TERU L diamond mkand pill*, (<* t& years known a* Best. Safest. Always Reliable SOLD BY DRUGGISTS EVERVWHFR5 A UNT RACHEL has been staying with us on her way home from California, and I have passed a good deal of time with her. as I am ex ceedingly fond of her. I really think I am ’ her favorite niece. One morning when I was helping her dress—I love to pay her little attentions—I found that there were no buttonholes In the new lingerie blouse she had Intended to wear. "Dear me!” I said “We must get Cousin Fannie to rectify this at once. She’ll be delighted to make the button holes for you." "Why don’t you make them for me, Lucile?” asked Aunt Rachel. "Why, you see ” I began, and then hesitated. "Yes, I see. Lucile.” Aunt Rachel said. "You don’t count buttonhole- making among your accomplishments. In my day a young woman was not con sidered well bred If she could not make a perfect buttonhole." “You make me quite ashamed of my shortcomings," I told her. "You see, Cousin Fannie has always been rather proud of her beautiful buttonholes, and It would have seemed like infringing on her rights if I had taken to making them. too. Dear Cousin Fannie is a lit tle sensitive, and I don’t like to hurt her feelings " "It’s quite possible that she would like you to share her glory," Aunt Rachel remarked. "If you wish to learn. I’ll agree to make It right with Fannie.” That afternoon I went to Cousin Fan nie’s room and asked her to give me a lesson In making buttonholes. "I’m awfully busy. Lucile," she said, "for I’m trying to finish this waist that Aunt Rachel pave me the silk for. 1 wish to wear It to-night at tho settle- t reception. If you have button holes to make 1 11 be giad to do them for for you to-morrow." I felt so disappointed that I said; "Aunt Rachel criticises me because I don’t know how to make buttonholes, and you won’t take the time to teach me. I did so wish to learn this after noon." 1 pould scarcely restrain my tears as I spoke. "Why, Lucile. If you are so much In earnest about It of course I’ll show you how." said Cousin Fannie. So we went to work. I made button hole after buttonhole all afternoon, for I was determined If I made them at all to excel. Cousin Fannie told me that evening that with a little more practice I should soon equal her. So I kept at it every spare minute for two days un til I felt competent to make the button, holes in Aunt Rachel’s blouse. When she saw them she was so surprised and delighted at my skill that she immedi ately offered to buy me the perfectly charming chiffon set that I had been talking*»o her about. I was so enchanted at owning*'be cov eted set that f made an occf * (40 wear it by calling on Gertrude Bait- very day I received It. Sl^e was busy with the dressmaker, but I sat quite a while chatting until her brother, Carl, came home. I was just going when Gertrude remarked that the little silk coat which was being made was all done but the three large buttonholes. I offered to make them. "Why. do you know how to make but tonholes?” she exclaimed. I replied by taking the garment and setting to work with a nonchalance that I was amused to see alarmed her. "Well, you’re a wonder,” said Carl when I had made a buttonhole and he had examined It. "I don’t believe my tailor could beat this." As It was growing late, I suggested that Gertrude allow me to take the coat home and finish the buttonholes the next day. Rather Tired. I was rather tired the next morn ing. as I had been sewing so much more than I was accustomed to do, so I asked Cousin F'annie to make the two remaining buttonholes in Ger trude’s coat. She works so rapidly that I knew It would be no trouble to her. I was giad to have them done, for George Requier called up on the phone and asked me to go out to his tennis club that afternoon. As I had so suitable wrap, I wore ertrude’s fascinating little coat. 1 ought she would be glad to have me wear It after all the work I had done for her. I was astonished w'hen I saw her walking toward me across the courts, for I naturally supposed she was at home with the dressmaker. "This Is a Jolly surprise,” I Raid gayly, trying to make room for her on the bench. "It’s certainly a surprise,” she re plied coldly, and, looking fixedly at the jacket, she passed on. I explained to George she must be suffering from one of her severe head aches, for I could not bear to have him think any friend of mine would he so rude. Although I sent her the coat by par cel post the next day, I have not had a single word of acknowledgment or thanks from her. Gertrude, I fear, does not number gratitude among her graces. WAYNESVILLE, N. C. $8.£0 Round Trip $8.90 Tickets ®old August 4 to 9. Limit August 20. Account General Sunday school and Epworth League Conference. M. E. Church, South. SOUTHERN RAILWAY. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. "Let me see It," cried she, and Mr. Gryce, greatly pleased at the success of his trick, handed her the picture of Genevieve Gretorex, satisfied that If this good woman continued to find It like the Mildred Farley she had men tioned, he should find that Mildred Far ley was the name the young woman he had himself first taken for the original of this picture, and In whose fate de spite his reason and his years he had found himself so much interested that he had come here at this late hour of the night to learn her name, and if possible, her dwelling place. His success surpassed his hopes. The old lady looked at the picture, shook her head and looked again. Somewhat Different. “How these photographs can de ceive?” cried she. "If 1 had not stopped to look at this twice, I would have sworn j it was Mildred Farley’s face, but I see now that she wears her hair quite dif ferent, and that she Is older and much better dressed than Mildred could ever hope to be. Nevertheless, there la a very striking similarity, and I should like to see Miss Miss ” "Handscombe," put in the detective. “ and Mildred together. It would be a pleasing study." And she stared long and earnestly at the picture, wind ing up with; "I should like to show it to Mildred." This was putting herself exactly In the position desired by Mr. Gryce. "You can do so," be observed, "If you do not have to earn’ It f* r noT keep It long. Does Mildred live any where near you? Can you see her to night?” "She lives in my rourth story front room, sir; Mildred Farley is one of my boarders." Mr. Gryce stroked his trembling right knee with a very loving hand. "One of your boarders," he repeated. "She is doubtless then upstairs asleep." "No, poor girl, no. She is a dress maker and sometimes does not close her eyes till 1 o’clock at night. She is not asleep, but come to think of it, she is not in the house at alL She went away for a short vacation a few days ago, and though she promised to be home this afternoon, I believe she did not come. It has always been my hope that Dr. Molesworth would marry her. She is a lovely girl and he is a very fine man. Why, fhen, shouldn’t they come to gether?" "And what you makes you think they will not? Why shouldn’t it be she he is going to nmrry?” "Why? Because they would have told me. He knows a.^d she knows there is nothing I wish so much. It would be preposterous fot them to keep it to themselves after all I have K aid. No, if Dr. Molesworth is going to marry any one (and I don’t believe yet he is), it must be some ridiculous chit of a girl he has met away from here: and—Mildred why, Lena!" This exclamation was caused by the appearance at the door of a young girl who the moment she saw Mr. Gryce, shrank hack and started to run away. But the emphatic "Lena!” stopped her. and in a moment the old lady was in the hall; a whispered conference en sued, followed by the re-entrance of the good woman with a note in her hand. "Well, I never!" she exclaimed, look ing first at the letter she held and then at the feeble figure of the old man who had risen with well feigned Indifference as if to go, ‘ A note from Dr. Moles worth, which he left on purpose for me! and that girl forgot to give it to me till now! What can he have to say!” And breaking the seal, she read the few enclosed lines with a growing wonder that ended in the joyous ex clamation of "Good gracious, it Is Mil dred, after all! He Is going to marry her to-night, and bring her home to morrow. Well, I will give up. Never a word to me about It, and I so fond of them both! I don’t understand it, folks are so queer." And she fluttered to and fro in ill-disguised joy, talking and muttering to herself, while Mr. Gryce pulled his muffler about him and began to move slowly toward the d *r. "I declare," she broke in, as hei at tention was recalled to him by this movement, "it does seem a pity for you to go out again Into the cold. If you think you would he better here, I have an empty room.” But at this moment a carriage was heard to stop before the door, and, startled into a new train of thought by this unwonted occurrence, she moved towards the front windows, exclaiming: "I do believe they have come now!” A Tragedy. But at her first glance through the curtains she drew back with a fright ened air, and crying. "Oh. what can this mean!" hurried towards the door with every sign of intense agitation. Mr. Gryce at once took her place at the window, but he did not look out, for at that moment a man’s voice was heard in the hall, and the wary detec tive thought it prudent to resume his role Ok the self-absorbed, semi-oblivious old man whose Infirmities were so -en grossing he had neither eyes nor ears for what went on about him. It was well he did so, for in another moment his imperturballty received a great shock by the certainly unlooked-for en trance of two men bearing a burden which, at one glance, showed itself to be the Inert form of a young woman. From the appearance of one of these he Judged him to b* I>r. Molesworth. They were followed bv the landlady, crying and wringing her hands. "Mildred! Mildred! What has hap pened to you, poor girl!" came In pierc ing tones from the latter, as the sad burden, having been deposited on a sofa, she approached, and drew aside the cloak which had hitherto concealed the face. "O God! how pale she Is; how cold! Doctor, has she only fainted or Is she—" "Dead,’’ came from his lips In deep and thrilling tones, while his gaze sought the landlady’s face and rested there with an Intentness he might not have displayed had he noticed the old manmumbling and chattering to him self in a corner. "And what haa killed her? What has destroyed my poor girl, the very night you hoped to marry her?" "Shall I tell you?" The doctor had waved the man aside who had assisted him in his fearful task, and now stood with folded arms side by side with the landlady, looking down upon the still, set face which, with the blue robe that enshrouded the form, were already so well known to the watching detective. "She preferred this bridal to the one I had planned for her. Now you know all." And with just one more deep and searching look at the landlady’s startled face, he walked up to his assistant. "That is all," said he, "I will do the rest. The coroner will probably be here soon and—who are you?” This was aid to a small, slight man who at this moment appeared in the doorway. "I am a detective, sir," was the reply, and he was doubtless going to say more, but he caught an unexpected .night of Mr Gryce, and paused In some coh- fusion. He had recognized a superior. As for Mr. Gryce himself he had scarcely noticed the young man; he was too Intent upon the doctor who. at the utterance of the word detective, had wheeled suddenlj' about wth the evident intention of hiding his surprise. But a mirror hung oposite him. and in this the watchful eye of Mr. Gryce detected such an expression of uncontrollable shock and anxiety that he inwardly con gratulated himself over the curiosity which had drawn him to this house. The confusion, if there was such, in the physician’s mind, was but momen tary. In an Instant he turned and con fronting the intruder, asked with some severity; "And what work is there for a detec tive here? The young lady has taken poison and Is dead. I have notified the coroner ” "Pardon me.” interrupted the other, with every appearance of humility and respect. "I have come from the coroner. I am only a messenger and my errand Is to say that as he can not come until morning it might relieve you to have me to stop here and see that there is no Interference with thrf remains. It is a common duty and it is not the first time I have performed it." A Word of Protest. But it is nobody’s duty to watch over this poor girl’s body but myself." broke in the landlady, with hearty Indigna tion. "Do you forget that It is a worn- nn and a lady you are talking about, and do you think I will stand by and see any man, much less a stranger, take the place which only one of her own sex should occupy? She Is no relative of mine, but I loved her and—doctor, you have some regard for her memory, I am sure; sen<i tjiat man away; he has al ready been here too long." And with a care that was almom motherly in its tenderness, she drew the end of the cloak once again over the poor dead face, dropping a tear as sh« did so. which was not unseen by Mr. Gryce if it was unappreciated by the stern and bttter-souled physician. But, madam"—that stranger be gan. "Stop!" cried Dr. Molesworth, "I will explain to her.” And in a few words he told her how In cases of violent death. It was thought advisable for the Coroner to see the victim as soon after decease as possible, and when, as In this case, circumstances demanded delay, no one, not even a mother could rightfully Inter fere with whatever surveillance the Coroner thought It his duty to Impose. So you will let this man stay here, and I will stay, too; for it is as much my wish as yours that every respect should be shown the one whom living I hon ored sufficiently to wish to make my wife." * • The landlady shook her head with an aggressive air. but made no further pro test. Dr. Molesworth pointed to a chair and the representative of the Coroner sat down; then while the former glanced at Mr. Gryce, who had Just caught hla attention, a slight noise was heard in the hall and a second stranger entered. "What does this mean?" angrily cried the doctor. "Is it possible that the front door has been left open?" And brusquely pushing by the newcomer, he shut the offending door and then coming back, asked his business of the last arrival. The fellow, who was slimmer than the other and much more dapper, pulled a small book and pencil from his pooket. It was enough. Dr. Molesworth recog nized a reporter, and gave his irritation full play. "You are intruding," cried he. "This Is a private house and no one asked you to enter As for the calamity which has occurred, learn of It how and where you will; I shall tell you nothing.” To Be Continued To-morrow. 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