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something just as wonderful
Henri Fabre. “But there ar«- no small
verities. There is only one verity whose
mirror seems to our Imperfect eyes,
law supreme'"
In France, where they arc erecting. ;<t
as in ancient Egypt and ancient Rome
>th#y erected monuments to the Pha
raohs and the Caesars, while they w* r
yet living, they call him the modern
Lai Fontaine—the I^a Fontaine of
Science. Without depriving the lower
world of life of any of its poetry, he
has surrounded it with greater faseina
tion of biography and history—the biug
raphy of bees and ants, and the history
of communities whose whole domains
cover only a lew square feel of ground'
And these recitals are full of poetry and
imagination guided by science. Until
you have read some of them you can
not imagine how interesting they are It
is with reason that the French are now
saying that the children of the future
will read the true stories <>f Henri Fabre
about insect life as eagerly as hitherto
children, and many gr<*»wn people haw
read T.a Fontaine's fables
Two Lessons.
The Mistakes of Jennie 1 'Ei I ^ c 0I - F
Being a Series of Chapters in the Life of a Southern (rirf in the Rig City
-t■* :»'i . «> bfifi
&
Henri Fabre at Work.
Fabre's life teat lies two great lessons
first, the lesson of concentration, and.
second, the lesson that knowledge
valuable to humanity unless it
municated
Shutting himself awav from th
of the world which calls itself busy. and.
until now, hardly known to the world
at large, he has devoted bis whole
long life to the single aim <>f learning
ail that an observant man could learn
about the millions of little slx-b-gged
part
despise |
beings which most of us either
or detest. He stands alone, as on a
pedestal, for it is generally conceded
that he knows more about insects than
any of his contemporaries or any of his
predecessors. Do you think that such
knowledge is not worth acquiring Then
come back again a century hence, if you
can. and see what the encyclopedias
will he saying of him then Thousands
themselves from their technicalities;
Henri Fa lire has never forgotten that
technicalities are only tools which have
no place in the finished work.
Has Not Suffered.
Vet his srienee has not suffered from
his popularization of it Darwin, when
he wrote his great hook on the “Origin
of Specie." spoke with enthusiastic ad
miration of Henri Fabre as "the. inimit
able observer." but, at the same time,
thousands of people who were not nat
uralist.' were reading Fabre’s books with
a zest which is too often confined to the
consumption of novels, and his readers
have increased every year since.
Edmond Rostand, the playwright,
has sung, in verse, no loss enthusiastic
titan Maeterlinck's tribute in prose the
praise of Fabre'# wonderful charm as
a writer
A SENTIMENTAL EPISODE
A Short Story
1 * NOTICED her first in the lounge of
the Splendid, and I smiled sympa-
• 1 helically at the obvious devotion of
the boyish young swain who bent over
her chair. She was so slim and fresh,
go charmingly Ingenue, that I had
stopped involuntarily to stare, and was
nearly knocked over ;u. burly man
whose gaze was also fixed on the pretty
young thing He apologised, and I
shook myaelf impatiently and went out
and up the street Fat
mathematics have made
achooima'am, but I have a throbbing
mother-heart. I adore slim, putty girls,
yearn over them As I went into l
& Stone’s 1 was thinking that
been bleared with a daughtof. I should
have liked her to look just like that —
young, sweet ami unspoiled
"Pardon me. madume. but 1 believe
this is yours I turned and met* the
home and
p interrupted sim
fashion sketch**.*
pride
it my
all the
> make-
shocked "Surely vo
parents
"Not in London." s
ply. "You see, I mat
l uni a bachelor girl
I smiled sadly at
voice. I’m 40. and. I've "bached'
self for fifteen years, and know
realities of bachelor-girl life, it
shifts and depressions, as well as its in
dependent e she ieturned m\ . m ■ a
and a taste for jbttlc wistfully, and her eyes crept fur-
f tne a spinster tively toward the man in the corner.
"We*re sisters in the working world."
1 suggested. "Why not come and have
a cup,of tea at my rooms, and inciden*
if l had I tally we ll lose the creature "
"It would be lovely," she agreed.
Ruf the brute followed us off. and
1 whs about to appeal to a policeman
when the gtrl took charge in a manner
that astounded me She boarded a
top.
ran dSwn the front stairs, jumped off
and into u vacant taxi at the curb I
followed, puffing, in her wake.
As bach el
girt
I'm prosperous
laughing -v» of flie girl iiorwlf. holding ] PUHhf.l her way n, II
oul h fringed velvet hag I lookad In ™n tlWn the from stairs 1umj
bswilderrtfpnt at my emptv arm. where
my velvet hag had hung
“Dear me. so It is, 1 fussed "It s
""Vsgrv kind of you. I’m sure
so glad I found it She went
or with a lirll* lav ghing t od. and t was
turning beck to the neckwear when 1
noticed the man who had nearly knocked
me over at the Splendid entering the
door It flashed upon me instantly that
felt
and I
vo the
•Min.
i.d
he was following the girl, and J
my face flushing with indignation
hesitatingly 1 turned and went t
him. with a sort of protective rage
the pretty child ill my heart
ft or
tor
Saw Man Following.
few
She was leaving the shop by
gtrect entrance, with the mai
yards behind, as 1 caught sight of them
I hurried breathlessly after, read.' to
summon an officer directly lie ap
proached bar But he seemed In no
hurry to do so. and she took her leis
urely way toward Husba^n. lingering
now and then before a shop window. I
felt rather ridiculous as 1 took a .-at
in the tram opposite th*- brute, but
determined to see the affair through.
He sat in a corner on the same side
as the girl, and 1 at on* e discovered
that he was staring hard at her refine
tion in the window behind me With a
fresh surge of protecting rage 1 crossed
over and sat down beside her.
“My dear child, do you iniml if I
come over and talk to you?" 1 began
She raised her wide, -sw
mine
“It's lovely *>•
there was a litt
enough, but I do not affe*
confess I was a hit awed.
“But what address did
chauffeur?” 1 demanded,
the Seine Mansions."
"Well,'* she smiled wickedly, *M
the Kings, hut I'll change it '
She paid the chauffeur his robber’s
fee. and we went up.
"You Jive alone, too?" she asked.
"<>h. but I'm old and hardened and
withered it doesn't matter." 1 e.iacu-
lat"ti "hut you -why “
1 looked
was ;
Sb.
up at her
•ung and c
and h ch
arming.
but
1 let down the bar. “It's absurd.” I
said shortly But you can come in and
convince yourself."
He followed me into the living room,
and 1 looked about in amazement-
the girl had gone
"Flown,” said the detective briefly.
"Is there another door?"
I shook my head dumbly and follow
ed him as lie examined the kitchenette.
He jerked open the dumbwaiter door,
and gazed down if* black, ill-smelling
shaft
Just a Diamond Pendant.
"Roomy enough." he muttered. "She's
only a slip of a thing."
"But how do you know?” I volun
teered timidly. “W'-whal did she -did
she
lie looked at me In open disgust “A
diamond pendant Hurt’s all I wanted
to get tin- goods on her- bet she's got
’em. too. but I ain't so certain. My
partner is watching her pal -lie slipped
1t to her at the Splendid ’
I could only gape at him aghast, as
he picked up his hat and started out.
"She"?* made her getaway by now. I
reckon." he grumbled. "I didn't ex
actly size you up. nor why she was
stringing you Then lie stopped. "But
would you mind telling me. lady, why
you interfered?"
I flushed crimson. I thought you were
trying—trying to speak
stammered
With a half muttered
disappeared.
Afterwards l looke*
about for my velvet bag
with my purse an<j
watch*
(Copyrighted, 1*1R. hy International N?w» fl«rrto*.V
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
"I'ndoubtedly," he agreed heartily.
Mr. Lloyd came into the conversation
at this point.
“So you don't like music, Air. Allan?"
"I'm afraid if 1 am compelled to an
swer under oath I should have to say
that I am not partial to it," he con
fessed with a laugh. "I suppose some
thing was left out of me—I'm fit for
treasons, stratagems and spoils, and
nothing else."
“vt shuiraHn»nr*> was h trifle harsh,
i think, commented air. uioyu, ^mvc-
ly. "But he was on tfie right track.
Rack of appreciation lor music, as I
take it, is not due necessarily to a lack
of moral liber in a man. it's generally
because his mind is too active to relax,
even for a moment You, in your case,
have to think—you don’t need music,
lip until the last few years it was much
the same with me. I could sit through
a concert, but the music had no mes
sage for me. It is only when we reach
the age where we can afford the luxury
of aimless dreams that music makes its
true appeal."
"Envy me,” laughed Ethel "B s a
luxury that l could affArd from child
hood."
“True.” her father smiled, "but you
miss an even greater luxury." And lie
offered for Allan's inspection the ion-
tents of a humidor, the stocking of
which had come to a trifle less than
*1.000
The Tunnel Again.
Ill I,cl Sling a light Hit..* song. •->'<!' *'
its conclusion her father turned abrupt
ly to Allan and began talking about the
tunnel.
Allan gathered, from his manner that
he and his daughter had discussed the
possible future moves In the great proj
ect with even greater fullness than
she had indicated. But he rather ex
pected her to withdraw as soon as her
father took this tack Probably she
was waiting for a graceful opening.
Allan swiftly went over the figures
that he had been working on for the
past months, and father and daughter
listened in silence. He had every de
tail ai his linger tips, and he talked
easily and convincingly.
' I fully agree with you. Mr. Allan,
said the financier, at the conclusion of
the report, “that we should resume
I work as soon as it is humanly possible
by that 1 mean work on the full scale.
I 1 still hold to iny original object that
half-measures would weaken rather
than strengthen public confidence "
“There is a Herman company trying,
with some success. I believe, to raise
funds for a trans-Atlantic air line,"
ivmarked Allan, meaningly. The old
banker nodded emphatically.
"Quite HO quite so. Everything
points to Hie fact that we must begin
work at once or abandon the enter
prise for all time. And this involves
a financial sacrifice that appals me."
"You mean the abandoning of the
work ?"
"Precisely For a long time I have
believed that that alternative must no.t
•o ns iu e red
— and even before that time—I had
thought some of making the venture,
or at least talking it over with you, |
thing inconsequential His thoughts
were whirling. Ethel had given him
the impression that she had won heir
father over to her way of thinking, and
her father had * certainly inplied that J
she had caused him to withhold the help j
that Allan needed. A suspicion, which |
else in the world. A suspicions which j
his lack of a certain kind of egoism j
caused him to reject, flashed into his
mind. He could not explain Ethel's i
In that instant, and the conversation j
took on a strained note which even Mr.
Lloyd detected.
A T last Ethel made some excuse to j
withdraw and when she had gone j
her father turned to Allan with an j
apologetic smile.
"I'm probably in for a scene with i
Ethel," he said whimsically “I'm al- ;
most tempted to keep you. here indef
initely as a protection, Mr. Allan. She j
is really your ally, Mr. Allan, but she 1
has some pride in her old father, and
she did not think that all of the ad
vances ought to come from our side."
Allan laughed and said that he un
derstood; but a short time later he I
took his leave. Nothing definite was
fixed in the. course of the conversation, i
and he agreed to come again within the !
week and have a more detailed talk
over prospective ways and means.
Allan walked to his hotel, his mind |
working busily to arrive at some ex- j
planation of the strange little incident. 1
Ethel was his ally, her father had said, j
He had gathered the same impression
from her attitude toward hifn since his j
return from Europe. But she had told
her father, when lie was willing to start
the financial ball rolling once more. ,
that all of the advances should not j
come from the Lloyd side. On top of '
which she had taken the trouble to come .
to Tunnel City, waylay him and drag
him into an interview', in the face of :
his former rudeness.
One Clear Thing.
One thing, at least, was clear through j
all of it. Ethel wanted him to think I
that if the tunnel enterprise were re
habilitated lie would have her to thank
for it—her and no one else. But why .
Allan flushed in the darkness of tne '
winter night and felt uncomfortable at '
the mere thought that carp© back to him !
for the second time. He was not vain i
of his power to attract women—he didn't I
know that he had any such power. He i
would have been surprised and embar- j
rassed to learn it. And yet—what game j
was Ethel Lloyd playing if not a game I
of hearts? Why should she advise her
father to withhold offers of aid and then j
put her pride in her pocket and come to
J'
Jennie Made a Brave Attempt at Smoking a Cigarette.
Chapter 29.
rBN’NIE looked around the cabin of the yacht
in open-eyed wonder, for she never, never,
saw anything so cozy and luxurious. The
young man pressed an electric button and a Chi
nese boy in white coat and apron appeared, and the
young man told him to bring drinks and cigars,
which he did as if by magic. Jennie asked the
young man if he was on his vacation and where he
ever got such a beautiful boat.
To which the young man shrugged his shoulders
and laughingly said he had “been on a vacation
ever since he had been born," his father had given
him the boat, and the hardest work he did was
navigating her from one country to another.
That it was getting nearly time for him to go
down to Florida and the south coast for the Win
ter, but he hated to go alone, and said to Jennie
in an apparently joking way: “Wouldn’t you like
to go along? That stateroom you see there,
through the open door, can be yours —it was fh»
one Jennie had first noticed, all done up in pink
and white—“and we could have a bully time.’*
About this time the Chinese boy appeared with
more drinks, and Jennie made a brave attempt at
smoking a cigarette, but it was useless, 'for the
smoke choked her and she couldn’t get to like it
a bit. Jennie at last realized that she MUST get
home.
She told the young man how sick her mother
was, and he was as sympathetic and polite as
could be and gave an order to one of his crew to
have the launch got ready at once to go ashore.
After helping her onto the dock and bidding
her good-bye until the next day, Jennie walked on
home to the poor, simple little cottage Tom had
hired for her and her mother.
"Oh, why, why couldn’t I marry a man like thatt”
Jennie kept saying over to herself.
—HAL COFFMA V.
(To be continued.)
AN AWFUL NIGHT
A Thrilling Adventure Story
was
night’.*
i Santos that the awful
experience happened. The
Brazilian tieaport was visited by
the yellow fever horror, all around
I{ was in Allan's mind to say that
Mr. Lloyd had managed to keep the
conclusion to himself with remarkable
success, but he wisely refrained, in
stead he declared boldly:
"Give me the right to use your name
Tunnel City persuade Allan that with < and about us ships were daily losing
him on her side her father could be in- “
duced to give aid If It were asked? f 2* the,r . ,;rews «>«'»*
At any rate, it behooved him, lie told i 01 * n ** ie morning would see an
himself to walk with circumspection 1 °”i er walk smilingly along to ro-
until he could see the motives and j port that the night had been passed
moves inure clearly than at present in safety; 10 might well find half the
Bu t there did not seem to he any pos- forecastle complement writhing in
ability of nearer vision in the near fu- agony the most fearful.
Jure When he went to tlie Lloyd s the , v .
next time Ethel was out ard her lather , • e t,a ^ ,n wap Stifling, it was
talked evasively of the tunnel plans. n ] ece - ar .V to keep the ports firmly
There was much to be considered—af- closed to prevent the noxious vapors
fairs had taker a new' turn he would of the river from penetrating every-
have to weigh things a little more care- ' where. The night was close not a
lully Allan left without the semblance breath of wind stirred. There was
backing, hardly a sound save for the slow.
i choking gurgle of the water past our
of a definite assurance of new
Once more despair was reaching
for him
To Be Continued Monday.
Advice to the Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX
to her," I
jaculation he
distractedly
11 was gone
my mother's
TO A CERTAIN DEGREE.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am a young man 17 years of
age and in love with a girl of Itf.
I have known and loved this girl
three years. My parents like her
and her parents, as far as I un
derstand, like me. What I want
to know is. are we old enough to
keep company, for 1 love Iter
dearly PERPLEXED.
w.
struck will
certain
l had
In
the
to
you. ' said >
quaver in hi
*wn off her handsom
l stood before u litt
i cost me many a
"You know* he can't draw
she said argumentatively, wl
ed tiw flame under my cof
We threshe
shreds, and
With the «<
cushion grew fiery. Stic w a
- n cynical. soulless ere
young, fresh, pure-facial tint
left me aghast at her during. I sho
hej* my three little rooms and kitel
ette proudly She was charmingly
terested in everything, even the du
wuitei* Before we had returned
th** living room' the bell pealed
lently l answ
It s incredible, preposterous, in ft 1
I must believe it’s tine. This morning
the hag came back by messenger with
J its contents untouched. There was a
note t**o. in n sprawling, girlish hand
“Dear Protector You were awfully
kind. Sorry 1 couldn’t know you bet-
Your fidelity for three years, and
the approval of all concerned entitled
i you to greater privileges than your
years deserve. Keep company with
J her to this extent: Be her best friend,
her chum, her hig brother, until you
are old enough to talk love seriously.
the bag because, j
t was in it. I j
r bag before I re-
yow - for safe keep
's picked me up. It
! couldn’t lose
husband, and I
v for a long rest.
g*ad I ne'er had
*d
"You’ve saen tnat horrid man f<•lluwung i naf *■
me, haven't you? Do you know him'.’"
iShe seemed rather unnerved. I tin mg in.
and i regretted that 1 had not interfered
betore
"Perhaps 1 should n't alarm >*
riftid, "but 1 saw him watching y
the Splendid—horrid creature: \Y
pitiful shame that a young girl s
neats should make her a large! for
annoying attentions
>uld ha\*f
the.!*, w
T
at j
a I ;
th© othe
over my
h i
"You are .* fu
"How dare
boy and have
Smiled at Her Pride.
ung.
"Dc
he gazed at
oW you've got
”1 do not mhai being soared
much. she. said plaintively, "h
man has followed m© betoi * «
a’l alone and sometimes I'm utr
•*My dear child!” 1 -cneo,
He's Happy in the Summer.
’Please he
wort
poor fellow wot can t
trade on account of the
"Here's .* dime," said the charitable
lady. "How does the weather interfere
with your work?"
“Thhnks. lady Yer see. I’m a pick
pocket, an' the cold weather makes
everybtsiy keep their hands in their
pot keU "
TRY TO FORGET HIM.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am I s : and in love with a man
eight years my senior.
He is Jewish and 1 am not He
wants in*' to marry him. 1 agreed,
me to turn Jew h
and neither mv mother nor 1 like
that. So that parted us. He
doesn't want to marry me unless
1 turn Jewish. I love him dearlv.
HEARTBROKEN
The difference in religious belief
is too serious to be dismissed lightly,
and this, with your mother’s objec
tions. and your youth, furnish rea
sons why you should try to forget
t him. Moreover, my dear, isn’t it a
' little selfish in him demanding that
you make tin* sacrifice of religious
belief Why . if he really wants you.
does li«* not make if?
A Hint.
priggins «gently > My dear, a
* mine was shot at by a bur-
i his life was saved by a but
■h the bullet struck."
prigyirts Well, w hat of it?
Muggins Nothing, only tne but-
CERTAINLY.
Miss Fairfax:
many years l have been
great friends with a certain young
Dear
sent her one whenever she
brated her birthday.
FLORENCE.
ele-
Seud her a card by all means; but
before you send it be sure you are
the friend its sentiments would indi
cate And. my dear young woman,
you will not be that friend unless
you can lay aside all differences and
be on speaking terms again.
sides; and the stillness made the ten-
sion unbearable. I rose to my feet,
threw on a light jacket and went on
j deck.
It was almost as bad here, for a
thin, clammy vapor was rising from
t the water. The moon was near its
setting; it threw’ ghastly gleams
through the mist and made the ships
| at anchor off the shore look like rot
ting corpses.
“Thin is getting unholy," I said to
myself. "I’ll take a run ashore and
try to throw off the obsession." 1
had the ship's boat lowered and
pulled across to the quay-side. Then
1 made a hurried progress through
the sleeping town, and started to
climb a steep hill that ran up toward
Ban Paulo.
Climbed Faster.
lad>
Jobshaw's Game.
Jobshaw was taking a friend for a
spin in the second-hand motor he had
picked lip at such an absurdly low fig
ure when something went wrong with
the works and the car stopped dead.
He dived under the machine and dis
covered among other defects that two
nuts had jolted off during the journey.
“It's only a mile to the nearest town,
old man,” said the apologetic owner of
the car. “If you wouldn’t mind walk
ing there and get a couple of half-inch
nuts from the iron-monger. I can put
the other things right by the time you
gel back." And for the next half hour
Jobshaw was tinkering and tapping
away beneath the car: then he started
to wonder why his friend had not re
turned. Presently he heard footsteps.
"That you. Lorkins?" he inquired-
“S-s-sb!" came the reply from a bucol
ic-looking gentleman who peered at Job
shaw under the car. " E come back
ten minutes ag > l told Mm you’d gone
across that there field yonder. ’E's
a-clainberin’ through edges an' dutches
looking arter yer. Keep quiet, an’ 'e
won't find yer for hours, guv nor."
"What on earth do you mean"” bel
lowed Jobshaw. as he wriggled into
sight “I’ve been waiting for him, you
Idl* i I can't ii>:* ibe , ai up until lie
gets here."
"Want Mm. do yer?" exclaimed the
surprised countryman "Why, 1 thought
l was elpin' y er. guv nor. Seein' where I
j y ou'd tucked yourself away. I reckoned I
i you wo# ’axin' a game o’ Mde an seek!" I
Gradually the beauty of the night,
the declining moon ghining clear in a
sea of purple, the rustling trees tbout
me and the appearance of the half-
seten, mist-shrouded water, bred a
kind of intoxication in my veins. I
climbed faster than before; reached
a level plateau, went on with a rol
licking laugh, and chased my own
shadow as cheerfully' as any child.
Then, as thp moon sank from view;. I
plunged recklessly into a small brake
or copse of trees, stumbled forward,
felt my feet break through the
ground, clutched frenziedly at thin
air. and found myself falling down
like a stone.
Distinctly 1 threw out my hands
to seek some holding, but found none
Down 1 went, down and down, and
the blootl sang a mad chorus of spite
in my dinning ears. It seemed as if
the depths of this pitfall were inter
minable; I clawed once at the sheer
side, my fingers close on a friable
earth. I seemed to rebound somewhat,
and continued my descent. 1 methodi
cally threw out my arms again, felt
my' body brush something that
rustled, clutched with the frantic en.
ergy of a madman at something that
slid painfully through my fingers*,
tightened my clutch ami found myself
brought up with a shock that seemed
to wrench my arms from their
sockets.
There T hung at arm’s length, gasp
ing feebly, quite unable to realize
what had happened. Dimly 1 seemed
to know* that I had been saved, but
the problem that slowly presented
itself to my understanding was:
Saved for how iong? All around and
about v as darkness like that of a
grave. Scarcely a thing moved, save
that now and then a little trickle of
loosened earth seemed to run down
ward. The rumble of the falling soil
died away into a diminuendo, and I
shuddered as I clung to the provi
dential branch, for it seemed to me
that the depths reached inimitably
below me.
A Strong Man.
I felt my strength ebbing away
from me like a river’s tide; I renewed
my tenacious clasp, but knew that
with the crackling tendons on my
wrists weakening every moment, it
was only prolonging the agony and
postponing the inevitable end. But
with a quick instinct for life. I
reached down one foot as far as it
would go. seeking for some other
holding, only to find the toe of my
shoe kicking aimlessly' about in the
thin air.
Now I shouted aloud, shouted in a
voice that seemed to my inflamed
senses, to carry right away down the
hillside to the very ship. Only the dull
echoes came back to me mockingly.
Again and again I yelled, until my
throat was parched and smarting.
When I had grown sick and incapable
of f'houting more I resigned myself
to death.
But I was not thirty, and the de
sire for life wae strong in my soul. I
would not die. I grated it out a dozen
times—yes. eyen though I felt my
hands slowly numbing and the black
ened blood pulsing like a sledge
hammer beat in my temples. ] would
struggle until the last ounce of my
strength was exhausted.
Now I reckon l must have been
hanging to the branch for something
over two hours by this, and l defy
anybody, even the stoutest athlete, to
draw* himself up chin high to a hori
zontal bar after hanging suspended
for one-half the time. But I did it,
uneasily enough, hut with many
pantings and struggling*, but T did
it. I was a strong man. and the love
of life added to my strength.
Then I had a happy inspiration. 1
wore a stout leather belt about my
waist; by dint of much wriggling I
was able to loosen it. and swing clear.
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Working strenuously, my teeth a-ssisl-.
ing my tree hand. 1 managed to bind
the arm that was over the branch to
the branch itself. Then t counted
myself safe. Xo matter if my strength
failed me I should not fall. And T
prayed that some succor might, ap
pear when morning came.
Then I must have lost conscious-
riCM, for a while, for mv recollection,,
of the ensuing time are hazy In the
extreme. I awoke at last chilled to
the bone, and a feeling as of gnawing
teeth In my upper arm where the
strap held me safely. I was wholly
worn-out. but ray first Instinct was
to cast my aching eyes above. Then
1 saw something that brought my
heart to my mouth again. A faint
greyness showed in the sky; i could
see it through the interlacing
branches overhead. I saw then that
m.v conceptions of the distanoe I had
fallen were altogether at fault. T
could not have descended more than
forty feet before I struck a branch,
but that hardly altered the terrible
circumstances of the case. How was
I to climb up again to safety?
I gritted my teeth when the
thought came to me. and looked
downward. All was still dark, but
the light was gradually filling the
upper spaces. At last the radiant
daylight clothed me where I hung; it
traveled downward. And within ten
minutes more I saw what X saw.
When T had been hanging at the
greatest strength of my arms the floor
of the pit was barely two feet away
from my toes; good, sound earth! if
I had released my holding I should
have been perfectly safe. But there
is a lock of white hair above my left
ear to show what that night of horror
spelt for me.
The Stranger.
A stranger knocked at a man's
floor and told him of a fortune to he
made.
“Um.” said the man. “It appear#
that considerable effort will be in
volved.”
"oh y**9." said the stranger; “yota
will pass many sleepless nights and
toilsome days.”
“Um,” said the man. "and who are
you ?”
"I am railed Opportunity.”
“I’m.” said the man, "you call vonr-
self Opportunity, hut you look Ilk#
Hard Work to me.”
And he slammed the door.
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Effective September 14. suburban
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p. m. instead of 6:10 p. m. Arrive
Jonesboro 7:15 p. m. Adv.
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