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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. CHICHESTER S PILLS JTZ— TIIK UIAMOMII RRtlVD leUlllc\VJ itJboa. 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. TIIK X»t4MOMb RHANb I HI. m a n d u 0 n metallic 1 boxes, seal*! with Blue R.ubo.. lake no other TU/ef ♦«*«,. 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