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4 T % RECONCILED By ALMAZ STOUT. Beauty Secrets of Beautiful Women The “Don’t Worry" Recipe, and Hats as a Striking First Aid A N elderly man was drawing on a gray suede glove as he passed through the hall of the great London hotel known as the Astoria. He nodded to the manager, who, In im maculate frock coat, came forward to speak to him. “Glad to see you here again, Mr. Mer ritt. It is some time since you patron ized us.” "Yes; been away, Weston, longer than [ like. You’ve made several improve ments since I was here, and not the least of them is among the chambermaids.“ “Indeed, Mr. Merritt?” replied the ho tel manager with a smile. "Well, that hardly comes onto my department, you know; the housekeeper is responsible for them.” “Well, she’s got jolly good taste, then! I’ve seen no less than three pretty girls already, and only came last night, and one—the one on my landing—is a peach, an absolute peach. Mr. Weston." Weston laughed outright. Mr. Mer ritt was an old customer, and whenever he came to town put up at the Astoria. He was perfectly harmles, really devoted to his own wife and three daughters, but it pleased him to rave about femi nine beauty. Weston knew his litleweak- ness, and on this occasion promised to make a point of seeing the beauty who made the beds and dusted the bed rooms in the west corridor of the third floor. An Accident. Just as Mr. Weston was sitting down to his tea a message came down that Mr. Langdon would be obliged if Mr. Weston would go to his room, No. 314. He found his new customer sitting in an easy chair by the window of the private sitting room he had taken, adjoining his bedroom, with a bandage around his head, and a fall, grave-loking man by his side. "Look here, Mr. Weston,” Mr. Lang don said, "I’ve met with a bit of an ac cident to-day and hurt my eyes rather badly. It’s not bad enough to go to a nursing home, and I don’t want a nurse, but Dr. Jowett here says I must have both eyes bandaged and keep quiet for three or four days. Can you manage?" "Certainly, certainly! There will be no difficulty about that. We have some very nice women on the staff, and I am sure one of them will be only too pleased to do what she can. I am very sorry to hear of Mr. Langdon’s unfortu nate accident.” "Thank you, Mr. Weston, very much," Mr. Langdon answered. "I don’t ex pect to be a nuisance more than three or four days. I specially want to stay here, as I have made one or two appoint ments with men to see me here. A few minutes later Mrs. Peterson, in structed by Mr. Weston, sent for Alice Smith, who was in charge of No. 314, and told her of her new duties. The girl listened, and went slowly white. A Plan. “I am sorry,” she said at last, in a low voice, “but I can’t do it." Mrs. Peterson frowned. She was not accustomed to being disobeyed by the staff. "You will either do it or take a week’s notice. My servants do as I tell them, and if you haven’t enough kind heart to want to do what you can for a poor gentleman, who can’t see, you ought to be ashamed of yourself. Co upstairs right now and see if there is anything you can do Not another word." In silence Alice walked away, and, instead of obeying, went straight to her own little cupboard of a room. Suddenly she started up. 'Why not? Why shouldn’t she at least try it? It was only for three or four days, and ” The next afternoon Alice Smith knocked lightly at Mr. Langdon’s door. She had been unable to get in in the morning, as he did not get up until after lunch, and said his bedroom could be nut straight in the afternoon. Receiving no answer, she went in, and was about to begin her work, when she heard voices coming clearly from the next room. She saw that the door leading from the bedroom was slightly ajar. She hesitated for a moment. She did not know whether to go in to close the door, and so show there was some one there. But a few words she caught kept her motionless, as though glued to the spot where she stood. “Never mind that point. What I want to know is, If I give her her freedom will you give me your word of honor to marry her and put her happiness be fore all else in life?” The words were spoken by Geoffrey Langdon in a low, tense voice, which, however, reached the ears of the rigid listener in the other room. “But you can’t do it," came the an swer, in a drawling, faintly affected voice. “She’s done nothing wrong. You can’t divorce her.” The Real Wrong. "Hang you, man, who spoke of di vorce? And I don’t need you or any man to defend my wife. I know she’s never done anything wrong, but I have. I married her knowing she did not care for me and knowing she’d miss the excitement and gayety of the theat rical life she was used to. I hated it. I condemned and despised it and wanted to save her from the dangers of It, and I used her gratitude to me for a* service I rendered her as th^ means to take her from it and win her for myself. “Of course I got what I deserved. She The best beauty secret, accord ing to Miss Grace Kimball, is not to worry—especially other peo ple. But Miss Kimball is also a great believer in hats for im- was bored to death with the life I of fered her. She grew to hate me and the monotony of the existence she led a« my wife, after the gay, utvreless life she was used to and loved. \ was a fool and worse to have tried the experi ment. "I meant to save her from want and sin and nearly drove her to it. She loves you—she told me so with her own lips—and if I hadn’t come along and persuaded her, In a fit of gratitude which she regretted the moment after, to come to me she would have married you." "Yes, Gay and I were. always good pais it was a bitter blow* to me when I proving' natural beauty. she deserted me for a rich man. But how could I stand in her way? I was only an artist, dependent on a fickle public " "I know all that," Langdon said harshly, breaking In on the affected voice. "The thing is, she cares for you and hates me, and I stand in the way of her happiness. If I set her free, will you do your part?" Alice Smith was still standing In the middle of the room, her face the color of her muslin apron and her hands tightly clenched. What would the man answer? “Well,"—the affected voice had be come resentful—"luck’s been against me lately. I haven’t had as good engage ments as ’’ "Oh, you needn’t fear the future from a monetary point," I>angdon said scorn fully. “I shall see to it that you both have ample means. But I shall Bee the money is settled on her so securely that no one can make ducks and drakes of it." “Of course, that alters things. But I I don’t see how you propose to set her I free.” “That’s my business,” Langdon an swered peremptorily. “I suppose you are gentleman enough to give me your word of honor that you will never let her know of this interview between us.” Collapses. The sound of a chair being pushed back woke Alice Smith from the sort of trance in which she had been stand ing, and noiselessly she glided out of the room and down the corridor to the housemaids’ pantry. She felt suffocated, and her heart was beating so wildly that she felt sick. She put out her hands to try to Beize something to steady herself, for the whole world was spinning round and round her, when, with a little crash she fell heavily for ward on her face. Alice Smith was assisted to bed and attended by the doctor who was called in by Mr. Weston. She had bruised and strained herself In her fall, and her heart was in such a state that she had to be kept perfectly quiet. The next morning she slowly got up and sat up In her room, though she was forbidden to resume her work for a day or two. “And—and 314, how will he manage?” “Oh. he’s got his bandages off now. The doctor told him he could take them off last night. So he doesn’t need any one to wait on him specially. He’s leaving early to-morrow morning." “I see." "You’d better go back to bed when you’ve had your tea, and I’ll have your supper sent up to you." But after her tea, which she drank feverishly, though she ate nothing, Alice Smith slowly put on her cap and apron. It was dinner hour when the majority of those staying in the hotel would be downstairs in the brilliantly lighted and decorated restaurant. She slowly walked down the back staircase, taking a tight hold on the banister, until she reached the third floor. The corridor was quite deserted, and faintly from the dining room floor came the strains of the orchestra playing an extract from an opera. A Shot. She made her way along the western wing until she reached the door of 314. But an instant later she had pushed the door wide open, and, all her nerv ousness and trembling gone, was dash ing like a mad thing across the room. There was a flash and a report, a low cry and a revolver fell with a clatter to the floor. There was a burning sensation In her right hand as the bullet grazed it be fore embedding itself In the wall of the room. She turned to Langdon with blazing eyes. "What were you doing? Oh, how dare you—how dare you?" she cried. "r>iv!" Ooeffrey Langdon was staring at the tall, panting figure, his eyes almost starting out of his leaden face. "Yes, T; Gay, your wife! How dare GREATEST STORY OF ITS THE TUNNEL KIND SINCE JULES VERNE (From the 0<»rra*n of Bernhard Kellermann-- Gorman »«r«1on. • fopyrluhtod 1»1». by *■ ris-her Verla*. Berlin. Lngliah translation and foujyniatlcn by "Then old Wittcrsteiner got in a word and said that it was the biggest thing that had ever come down the pike—or something like that and ne was for it if you could deliver the plans and specifications Then An drus took a fall out of him, and they were all at it again when Helen— Miss Lloyd chimed in. You ought to have heard her!” “Misti I.l'iyil!” cried Alisn an 1 the ladv in the same breath. "Sure! She. made a better speech than you did—and that was some speech. She told how her father felt about it and how it looked to her, and Kilgallan proposed three ohee.s for her and thre< for you and ..a many as you please for the tunnel, and—bang!—it was all over!” "You mean ” gasped Allan. He | had suddenly turned dead white. Mn. Allan slipped an arm around him and Rives gripped his shoulders with both hands. “I mean,” he shouted with a merry laugh, “that you arc to go ahead and bore a rat hole through the earth!" 4> v A M.' $ I Little Bobbie’s Pa By WILLIAM F. KIRK. Miss Grace Kimball in Two of Her Hats. i < r T'' 1 1 SUCCESS IN MEDICINE Good doctors succeed, and imong them are the world’s great est benefactors; poor doctors drop )ut, as they should. Good pro prietary medicines succeed, and he homes of the masses are Dlessed by them. Poor medicines Irop out, as they should. The \merican women are neither gulli- )le or foolish, they recognize the iralue of such standard remedies m Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound, which for more than 50 years has been the standard remedy for female ills and com plies with all conditions of the Pure Food and Drugs law. ,HE best beauty secret I know," said pretty, blonde Grace Kim ball to me, as we took pos session of Ned Wayburn’s office ar.d prepared to assimilate a bit from an*' contribute a bit to the atmosphere of loveliness all about us at the Winter Garden in New York—“the best beauty secret I know is, don’t worry. But, if worry you must, the next best thing is don’t worry other people with your worries. "Nowadays, with the popular fancy demanding youth, the woman who keeps serene, or does a good imitation of it, stands also a good chance of seeming youthful. To he beautiful means to be as youthful as possible—and here are my rules: "Don’t worry—other people. "Cultivate a sense of humor and an ability to relax. “Study the hat question. "Hats are so important, and in spite of all the jokes about more careful se lection being used in the case of hats than that of husbands, the gentle art of hatting is much neglected! Women will insist on getting a hat like that ‘adorable dream’ Mrs. Nextdoor is wear ing. or they buy the creation that Madame Milliner has been trying to foist on some one all season long. Getting the right hat is an art—and in the study that is illumined by honest, all-reveal ing daylight. If you are a blonde de mand a hat that has some clear color note to accent your plae coloring. Per sonally, I think a black velvet facing is about the most wonderful back ground for bringing out clear coloring, and it is particularly kind in its treat ment of blonde hair. A little up-tilted hat will make you look perky an<] saucy. A big, drooping affair will give you a picturesque look. But beware of droop ing hats if you are a short woman with a neck on the same general lines. Accents in Tone. “I am very fond of clear black or white or black and white combinations for myself, and for all blondes I would recommend the same. A facing to match your eyes often accents their color—decide whether that is desirable, and if it is, cultivate a habit of putting king’s blue over your cornflower blue eyes, purple over your pansy orbs and gold-brown over your sloe-berries. "The soft, maline frillir.gs on the hats of to-day soften almost any face. But IT reddy, git reddy, sed Pa, we are all going to a chicking roast. Oh, Mercy, sed Ma, I haven’t a thing to ware. You doant have to put on a court gown for this, sed I’a, this is going to be a jolly afternoon & eevnlng. Put on a shirt waist & a skirt, Pa sed. DreHs like a human beeing. 1 aint going Dress like a human beeing. I aint going to doll up. sed Pa, neether is little Bobbie. Chicking roasts is vary informal affair^ nobody is dressed much excep the chickings. So Ma got reddy & we all went down to Bob Hardie’s farm to the roast. Bob asked me to git thare erly, seo Pa, beekaus he knows I am a grate hand for framing up these little af fairs. Long yeers of open air life wen I was a cow puncher, Pa sed, taught me all the tricks of out door cooking, <& Bob needs my help. I am going to show him how to fix the sweet corn. My unkel knew how to fix green corn grate, sed Ma. I newer tasted better green corn than the way he fixed It. Yure unkel was a hobo, that is how he lerned. Pa sed. I learned wen I was roaming the range, out in the bound less West. My unkel wasent a hobo, & the only way you ewer roamed the range, in tlie boundless West was in a pullman car, sed Ma. Fer hevings salk, Ma sed, wen you get down thare to that nice party doant try to tell a lot of smart peepul what a wonder you have been. It won’t go, sed Ma. & you will appear ridiklus. Then we calm to Mister Hardie’s big farm & thare was a lot of nice folks thare waiting for us. Aha. sed Mister Hardle, here Is the corn king, he is going to fix the green corn for us. Stand aside, everybody, “Ourselves First.” T was daylight when Mrs. Allan, heavy-eyed, but still smiling hap pily, left her husband and hts friend still going over the events of the evening. Rives was brilliant as a talker—as he wa f at everything else he attempted—and he recited the scene on the roof with a wealth of humorous and dramatic detail. Mrs. Allan laughed until she was weak when he described the belated en trance of old Mrs. Brown, the wealth iest woman in the world, and told how she had shrewdly questioned every one concerned and offered to leave a certified check for $10,000,000 “Dear old Mrs. Brown!’’ she mur- mu red. “It was the funniest thing you ever saw,” declared Rives. "It regularly knocked ’em out of their chairs. I thought Ethel Lloyd was going «o kiss iier.” A faint shadow passed over Mrs. Allan’s face as a gleam of eager In terest sprang to her husband's eyes. She went over and kissed him and withdrew. Rives walked with her to the door and held her hand for an in stant. She looked back and her hus- I band w r as already bent over a pile of I telegrams. “Good-night, John," she said soft ly. “Now, then, old man,” said Allan, briskly, as Rives came hack to the ta ble and lit a cigarette: “let’s get busy. This is going to be the liveliest day of our young careert ’’ "Who—me?” demanded Rives, with a rueful smile; “I thought my chore was about done. WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE . The story opens with Rives, who Is In charge of the technical work- < ings of the great tunnel from America to Germany, on one of the tunnel ) trains, with Baermann, an engineer, in charge of Main .Station No. 4. They ) are traveling at the rate of 118 miles an hour. Rives Is in love with \ Maude Allan, wife of Mackendrtck Allan, whose mind first conceived the l great tunnel scheme After going about 250 miles under the Atlantic Ocean Rives gets out cf the train. Suddenly the tunnel seems to burst. There is a frightful explosion. Men are flung to death and Rives is badly wounded. Ho staggers through the blinding smoke, realizing that about 3,000 men have prohaly perished. He and other survivors get to Station No. 4. Rives finds Baermann holding at bay a wild mob of frantic men who want to climb on a work train, somebody shoots Baermann, and the train slides out. ' The scene Is then changed to the roof of the Hotel Atlantic. The greatest financiers of the country are gathered there at a summons from C. H. Lloyd, "The Money King.” John Rives addresses them, and introduces Al lan. Mrs. Allan and Maude Lloyd, daughter of the financier, are also pres ent. Allan begins to speak. Now Go On With the Story. myself, though I shall probably want your advice often enough. But what I mean is the actual construction work.” Rives sat bolt upright and stared at his friend. "My clear Mac, the heat has gone to your head.” he declared, pityingly. Allan’s jaw set. “You won’t do it?" “Old man,” said Rives, affectionate ly, “I’d do anything in the world to help you. But whatever gave you the notion of casting me for that sort of a role? I haven’t done any actual ex ecutive work for pretty near fifteen years. 1 never tackled anything out side* of putting up a building. I'm not an engineer.” “If you were an engineer," returned th« other, slowly and distinctly, “I would never dream of putting you in charge. I am going to send engineers down to you by tho carload lot to do what you tell them to do.” “If I were only an engineer,” he went on more strongly, “do you think this plan of mine would ever have gotten beyond a plan? Never in the world! You and I both have to an unusual extent what most men lack in combination—nerve and imagina tion. That’s why I’m putting this through and why you’re the man to help me. “Somebody has to control fifty thousand men living in a big city un der his rule alone. He has got to see that thesf, men Rink a twelve-mile hole in the ground. There is no prec edent for any stunt like this in the world. No one can tell what to do because no one has any way of know ing what is going to come up. He has got to have a quick imagination and iron nerve—and you’ve got both of these, Now, will you take It?” Rives gave an embarrassed laugh. A Promise. "Well, I don’t see how I can refuse after that speech, Mac,” he said. more millions, potentially, than either of us will ever need.” “You interest me,” ^commented Rives with irony. "How much money can you raise— to the last dollar—within the next 48 hours?” “I don’t know—four—maybe five millions.” “Would you like to bet it on a 50 to 1 shot where you have no chance to lose?” Rives laughed. "It’s not sports manlike, but I might be dragged shrieking into it if it isn’t too open, a violation of the penal code.” “It’s a real estate option deal.” “Hra! Proceed.” “My dear chap, hasn’t it occurred^ to you what is going to happen around the entrances to the tunnel! In the first place, there will be at least 50,000 workmen there. That means that within a yea r there will be four new cities in the world, each with a population of from 200,000 to 5CE.OOO, and after that the population will shoot up in bounds. My simple little plan has all been laid out. When these telegrams are received my agents will use within the next two days nearly every cent of the twenty millions I have made out of allanit® buying up options and taking titles where that isn’t possible. I am going to own the land on which these cities will have to be built!” “Good Lord!” breathed Rives, after* a pause, as if to take in the details.- ”1 should say it was a sure 50-to-l- shot!” “Well, what do you think? Do you” want to get In It?” “Want to! You couldn't keep me out. 1 can raise four millions with out cramping myself too much.” “Then.” said Allan quietly, picking up a pencil. ‘I’ll extend the orders just that much.” Rives watched him in silence for a minute or two. He was thinking “What an orator was wasted when , you went In for steel fixin'a and slm- - ^ h ® 8ald ' 8olemn,y ' ilar vanities! I told you I’d stick, and I’ll tackle anything you say. If I pull a bloomer, it’s your fault. When do I begin?” “Right after breakfast.” Allan Done!” snorted Allan, and then he 1 glanced at his watch, grinned. “You promised to stick as \ “I have an appointment—old Wit if you substitute for maline good taste | & let the noabel hero he the chef. do anything so wicked, so awful >' ou have to So back to the foundation you as that?” She pointed with her left j hand, which was trembling pitifully, to the smoking revolver on the floor. Her right hand she kept hidden behind her back. “ ‘Dare is a strange word to use to me! But what are you doing here dressed up like that?” “T am a chambermaid here,” she said, with a funny little smile. “I have been working here for months." "Then you didn’t go to America?" "No. I—I— Oh. Geoff " She swayed toward him and he caught sight of her right hand. “Good heavens!” he cried, as he saw the blood dripping from it. "What have I done?” “Don’t go. please. Promise me. It only wants bathing.’’ With strong, tender fingers he lifted her hand, and realized it was only a slight flesh wound, though the bleeding was profuse, and hastily getting a basin and sponge, he bathed it with cold water, and wrapped her hand up in a clean handkerchief. “Geoff,” she said very quietly, “when you go home to-morrow are you going j face you have just snatched for your- to take me with you?” self from the talons of time and realize There was a tense, throbbing silence. | that you don’t have to worry when it “Oh. Geoff, can’t you see I love you | is such a simple and inexpensive mat- with all my heart? And, oh, I want ter to keep your face young and color ful and clear-skinned. Next, do your hair in the simple, becoming fashion for the hat, which is the face. The Foundation. “Suppose you tell me how to take a bit of care of the foundation, so that it may be as satisfactory a foundation as possible, and then let us talk a bit about the hat to crown it,” said I. "Splendid," said Miss Kimball. "I have a real beauty secret to impart about faces! And about hats I am only airing my theories. “Now, here is the secret. Whenever you are tired, or whenever you have half an hour to spare and a desire to improve your skin and facial contour to the utmost, here is what you must do: Make a paste of fullers’ earth moist ened with water and benzoin, spread this masklike over your face and leave It on for fifteen minutes; then remove the mask with hot water—by the way, this is as near as hot water ever comes to the skin of my face—next rub your face briskly with a piece of ice. "Gaze for a moment with satisfac tion on the clear, wrinkleless glowing you so: And then with a little cry, he caught her close to his breast, and as his lips found hers, he entered into his king- that my predecessors in the beauty in terviews have schooled you to affect dom—the kingdom of love of the wife and effect—and now ail aboard for a he loved sufficiently, to be willing tc hat. lay down his life for her sake. I "Sit you down in front of a mirror and an honest study of line, it is always possible to find a hat that will soften the face beneath it by throwing kindly shadows in just the right places. Make up your mind that your hat is not some thing to set atop of your head as an ornament, but is something to cover your face.” And as Miss Kimball gazes out at you from the two pretty background hats she has chosen, does not her little theory sound to you well worth a bit of prac tice? —LILLIAN LAUFERTY. Money Mine. An Atlanta man recently got mar ried and took a cottage, determined to grow enough vegetables to keep the household going. He started to dig up the garden, and after an hour’s hard work was astonished to find a silver dollar at his feet. Then he dug with renewed ardor. Several pennies, a quarter and three dimes rewarded his efforts. "Blow! If this ain’t a gold mine!" he said, digging away for all he was worth "I wonder what I’ll find next?” His arms ached, little beads of per spiration trickled down his nose, and his neck felt as though it was breaking. He could stick it out no longer. He straight ened his back at last with u groan ol pain, and at the same Instant felt some thing cold sliding down his leg. Jn a moment he had grasped the truth. There was a hole in his trousers pocket! Explanation. Man Passing—Your com is beautiful. You haven’t been having rains out this way, have you? Farmer—No, wo haven’t; hut there has been a good deal of perspiration on it this summer. Pa rolled up his sleeves & sed Ware is the corn? Rite thare neer the fire, sed the folks. It is just dying to he roasted. Then Pa got a shovel * beegan for to dig a hole. After he had dug quite a while, Ma sed Mercy, you are digging it too deep. My unkel used to dig a shallow hole. Anybody wud think you was going to give tho poor corn a de cent burial, Ma sed. Who is fixing this corn, me or yure unkel? sed Pa. & he kep on d’gging After he had made a hole about three feet deep he put In all the green t > < after he had took off the husks. You doant want to talk off the husks, deerest luv, sed Ma. My unkel always left the husks on so the dirt wuddent git in between the kernels of corn. But Pa did It his way, & then he pulled a lot of coals oaver the place ware the corn was buried. Now In about half a hour the corn will be a feast for a king, he sed. I guess nobody beleeved It excep Pa, & I doant think he was vary sure. After half a hour Pa dug up one of the eers of corn & it was jest as cold as ice. The ground wasent eeven warm. It may talk a other half hour, sed Pa. But everything else will be spoiled by then, sed the folks. Let us do without the corn. Oh, that wud newer do, sed Ma. The com king wud he dredfully vexed if you dident wait a few w'eeks for his com. But we dident wait, & now Ma calls Pa the corn king. A Solution. Johnny—Doctor, if I was to ask yoj j whether It’s going to hurt or not. would you tell me the truth about it? Dentist—I certainly would, my boy, Johnny—Then go ahead an - pull without tellin’ me. | long as I needed you, didn’t you? “T did." "Well, pal of mine, your little chore has just begun. You're going to do more hard work in the next ten years than you would ordinarily have done In ton lifetimes.” "Ten years! He?" he ejaculated. “My dear Mac, you are undoubtedly the most wonderful man of this age. hut overplay yourself. You may be able to build so many tunnels that the earth will cave in. but don't tackle anything beyond vour size, ldven you couldn't make me work for ten years." The Tunnel. “I won't," returned the engineer with strong emphasis on the pronoun. “Well, I know I won’t,” smiled Rives, “so what's the answer?” “The tunnel!” The look and the tone caused Hives to gaze at his friend curiously and in silence for a few moments. So Pe ter the Hermit might have spoken tho name of Zion to a laggard Cru sader. For the first time Rives real ized what this project meant to his friend in a subjective sense. Aside from fame and wealth and worldly credit, Allan’s vision had become his religion. Henceforth he would meas ure all things in the earth and air and the waters under the earth by their attitude toward and hearing on this one purpose of his life. Every thing within hijn and around must henceforth be subservient to one pur pose. His eyes, as he fixed them on his friend and awaited his answer, burned with passionate zeal, or the light of monomania, according to your leaning toward poetry or science. A great architect, the man who had founded the school of beauty in America’s monster buildings, Rives was both a poet and a scientist. So while his imagination drew him to ward the wondrous vision, his deli cately adjusted judgment urged him away from the zealot who was to drive it through. In the end it was the artist’s side of him that conquered, as Allan had known it would. But his tone was as light as ever when he spoke. “Well, I suppose you’d have me ar rested and haled before a sanity hoard if I refused to take an active interest In your burrowing. You’re sure you want me?” “You bet I am?” wag the fervent response. And they gripped hands across the table and smiled. "Now, then—what do you think you want me to do?” inquired Rives. "As an architect in good standing 1 might design the tool sheds and dormito ries for your unwashed workers, but beyond that I don’t see where I fit in.” “You can do that while you’re rest ing,” chuckled Allan. “I’m not hiring you as an architect, though I shall probably want you to lay out a few cities in your lunch hour.” “Then,” decided Rives, “I can only suppose that you want me to bring my evening clothes and guitar and lend social charm to your construc tion camps.” tersteiner—for 9 o’clock this evening, but I fancy It won’t keep me long. Then I’ll be at your disposal—for the next ten years.” "What does he want?” asked Allan, keenly. “That’s what I want to find out. Probably after some inside informa tion, and he thinks he can get it from me better than from you.” “Well, you haven’t any Inside in formation—yet. But you're going to have some before you go." “Want me to look over some plans?” "No! I have told you twice that you ceased to be an architect when you came down here last night. Plans! Why, old man, do you know that by tho time you have ripped the cover off the earth flown there in Jersey every plate and bolt, and rivet in that tunnel will be accounted for on blueprint?” "Hm! I can see some trouble ahead for some draughtsmen,” mused Rives. Well, let’s have 1t.” Allan looked at the dllletante quiz zically. \ "You haven’t asked about your pay, Jack,” he remarked. Rives waved his hand. A Clever Scheme. “Never mind! I’ll get enough pay in credit out of this Job. With my well-known gifts fdr the limelight 1 shall soak up most of the glory that’s coming to you. In the meantime, Providence has not been unkind to me, so I will have to shake you down for only a nominal salary.” "How would you like to pay your self?” Inquired Allan. "That’s what I have Just been out lining to you.” “But I mean—cash!” This was said earnestly. Mutely Rives asked for details. The engi neer’s hand dropped on a pile of tele grams. "See these? Well, these represent Funeral Designs and Flowers FOR ALL OCCASIONS. Atlanta Floral Company 455 EAST FAIR STREET. “N OT exactly that, smiled the other. either,” “I merely want you to take general charge of the work on this side; of the water.” “The office work?” ‘“No, no! I told you to forget that you were an architect. Th e financial campaign I will have to look out for CHICHESTER S P!LL$ the DIAMOND BBANd. * xmn OoHefle-CoEservaiory—Gainesville, Ga, 82; Ground*. 100 acres; LctM ‘ Observntt A COLLEGE *rith an WwJ-rofln«nm>X. Buildings. 52: Groan oretoHss. t; Ubnr>, 7VOO volume.; Sftusum. A,tronoml<alO!>seryutor,. etc. Collets courss un.uniMMd: Cou*u-/»tory *l>dSchool of Ormtonr Student*. UA ft-ra 28 suits: Fscu' y. 44. Unluiupsrsd fcr d.nosalrt.tWI conur* Located tmtst foothills of ti-s lt!ue Kkbre Mountain.. Bsst suthortmr sene thla high sltitMds most twasftcihl to students. For UlustxWod sddrow HKBtAtl. I»> 16 SABlESVttlR Agnes Scott College DECATUR ( 6M UU t r a om ) GEORGIA A k f ,r< l!|.( |rt M-TEG’N DIAMOND KKAND PII.LS.forM years known as Uest. Safest. ways Keliabto i SOLD BY DRUGGISTS EVERYH'HHK! i Session Opens Sept. 17th For Catalogue and Bulletin of Views Address the President, F. H. GAINES, D. D., LL. D. rw j ......j, at last, I don t think I ever before got the real Idea of hotv big this thing Is. Here we are going to shake a few hundred millions out of ft and never get nearer than the outskirts of the real profits. It—it comes prettv near being TOO big! I'm thinking'about the Tower of Babel, and—Mac, it almost scares me!" By the time Rives started down town that evening to keep his ap pointment with Mr. Wlttersteiner at the Park Club the civilised world was In a ferment. Columbus Circle, widened to twice Its old size and covered In, cooled and ventilated, against the terrific heat of the day, was a bedlam. Here the new Stock Exchange bulldlr- thrust Its head up among the St*. . towering even above the plno* *e of the mighty newspaper plants. A new phrase was on ever./ lip: ‘‘Atlantic Tunnel Syndicate!” Brokers in shirt sleeves and hat- less, cigars thrust Into the corners of their mouths, stood on the curb and watched the newspaper bulletins and cinematograph pictures that sketched out the vast outlines of the Homeric plan. Hundreds clamored for the extras that were belched forth from a hundred presses in wet piles of thousands, still limp and inky-smelling. And all about them the city seethed. The thronged moving plat forms underneath the streets that slipped up and downtown in endless chains carried streams of excited thousands. Every news stand was the center of a whirlpool, and tho "Wall Street” coined watohword, “A. T. S.,” was already famous. For though It had long since moved from that far-off fringe of the narrow, island *he world of money was still “Wall Street” to the outside world. To Be Continued To-morrow.