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“THE DA OF
DR. MOREAU™
THE WEIRDEST STORY EVER WRITTEN.
(Copyright, 1006, by Stone & Kimball)
By H. G. WELLS.
WAS lying in the shade of the in
clogure wall, staring out to sea,
when ] was startled by something
cold touching the skin of my heel,
and, starting round, found the little
rink sloth-creature blinking into my
face. He had long since lost speech
and active movement, and the lank
hair of the little brute grew thicker
every day and his stumpy claws more
asgkew, He made a moaning noise
when he saw he had attractad my at
tension, went a little way toward the
bushes and looked back at me.
At first 1 did not understand, but
presently it occurred to me that he
wighed me to follow him; and this I
did at last—elowly, for the day wase
hot. When we reached the trees he
clambered into them, for he could
travel better among their swinging
creepers than on the ground. And
suddenly in a trampled space I came
upon a ghastly group. My St Ber
tard creature lay on the ground dead.
and near his body crouched the Hye
na-gwine, gripping the quivering
flesh with its misshapen claws, gnaw
ing at it, and snarling with delight.
As 1 approached, the monster lifted
its glaring eves to mine, its lipe went
trembling back from its red-stained
teeth, and it growled menacingly, It
was not afraid and not ashamed; the
iagt vestige of the human taint had
vanished. I advanced a step farther,
stopped, and pulled out my revolver,
At last 1 had him face to face
The brute made no slgn of retreat,
but its ears went back, ita hair bris
tled, and its body crouched together.
1 aimed between the eyes and fired
As 1 did so, the Thing rose straight
at me in a leap, and 1 was knocked
over like a ninepin. It clutched at
me with fits crippled hand, and
eiruck me in the face Its spring
carried it over me. I fell under the
hind part of its body, but luckily I
had hit as I meant, and it had dled
even as it leaped. I crawled out
from under it® unclean weight and
stood up trembling, staring at its
quivering body. That danger at least
was over; but this, I knew, was only
the first of the meries of relapses that
must come.
I burned both of the bodles on a
pyre of brushwood, but after that 1
saw that unless 1 left the island my
death was only a question of time,
The Beast People by that time had,
with one or two exceptions, left the
mavine and made themselves lalrs ac-
Krdln‘ to their taste among the
ickete of the island, Few prowled
z,\' day, most of them slept, and the
land might have seemed deserted to
newcomer; but at night the alr was
jdeous with their calls and howlings,
had ha!f a mind to make a massacre
©of them; to build traps, or fight them
a»ith my knife. Had 1 possessed suf-
Acient cartridges, 1 should not have
Yesitated to begin the killing. There
Naming the Child
HRISTENINGS are not alwayul
C humdrum affairs. Some make
you laugh. Some make )'n\l!
cross. Others make you deaf,
That’'s your punishment for the
amateur way you hold the infant, and
the brutally professional way in
which you deluge it with cold water.
One would think, with the baby a
month or so old, that the name would
have been settled. But when 1 said,
standing at the font with the infant
wriggling in my arms, /'Name this
child,” and there was no response, 1
began to understand why the stout
lady had her lips so tightly pursed
up.
There was a verbal scrimmage.
Then a young lady, blushing and
pretty, emerged from the group and
came up to me.
“Caryl, please,” she said,
“Sarah Emily,” said a man's volce
disagreeably. Useful, but hardly as
pretty as Caryl
The stout lady pushed her way for
ward.
“Not Emily, {f you please!"
1 smiled, put on a patient look, and
suspended operations.
“Which is it to be?" 1 asked. won
dering how long the blue-eved in
fant would regard me solemnly be
fore it broke out into loud and bitter
lamentations.
“Not Emily!"” snapped the dragon,
with finality,
A whispered conversation followed
and bits reached me.
“Oh, John, let it be Emlily and put
that first, if you won't have it Caryl!”
This was from the mother ,and her
This was from the mother, and her
choice—Caryl.
“No, thank you—not now; it's too
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The Biggest Proof That a Man Doesn’t Know Much Is When He Insists That He Knows Himself
could now be scarcely a score left of
the dangerous carnivores; the braver
of these were already dead. Afterthe
death of thig poor dog of mine, my
last frlend, I, too, adopted to some
extent the practice of slumbering in
the daytime in order to be on my
guard at night. I rebullt my den in
the walls of the inclosure, with such
a narrow opening that anything at
tempting to enter must necessarily
make a considerable noise. The crea
tures had lost the art of fire, too, and
retovered their fear of it. I turned
once more, almost passionately now,
to hammering together stakes and
branches to form a raft for my es
cape.
I found a thousand difficulties. I
am an extremely unhandy man (my
schooling was over before the days
of Slojd), but most of the require
ments of a raft | met at last in some
clumsy, circultous way or other, and
this time 1 took care of the strength.
The only insurmountable obstacle
wag that I had no vessel to contain
the water 1 should need if I fl(mtedi
forth upon these untraveled seas. I
would have even tried pottery, huti
the island contained no clay. I used
to go moping about the island trying
with all my might to solve this one
last difficulty. Sometimes I would
glve way to wild outbursts of rage
and hack and splinter some unlucky
tres in my intolerable vexation. But
[ could think of nothing.
And then came a day, a wonderful
day, which I spent In ecstasy. 1 saw
a sall to the southwest, a small sail
like that of a little schooner; and
forthwith T it a great pile of brush
wood, and stood by it in the heat of
it, and the heat of the midday sun,
watching. All day 1 watched that
safl, eating or drinking nothing, so
that my head reeled; and the Beasts
came and glared at me, and seemed
to wonder, and went away, It was
stil] distant when night came and
swaliowed it up; and a!! night I tolled
to keep my hilaze bright and high,
and the eyns of the Beasts shone out
of the darkness, marveling. In the
dawn the sail was nearer, and I saw it
was the dirty lug-sail of a small boat,
But it salled strangely. My eyes were
weary with watching, and 1 peered
and could not believe them. Two men
were in the boat, sitting lgw
down-—one by the bows, the other ‘at
the rudder. The head was not kept
to the wind; it yawed and fell away.
As the day grew brighter 1 began
waving the last rag of my jacket to
them, but they did not notice me, and
sat still, facing each other. I went to
the Jowest polnt of the low headland,
nnd gesticulated and shouted. There
was no response, and the boat Kkept
cn her almless course, making slow
ly, very slowly, for the bay. Sud
denly a great white bird flew up out
of the boat, and nelther of the men
stirred nor noticed it; it circled round
and then came sweeping overhead
with its strong wings outspread.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
late!” interposed the disagreeable
lady, ‘
“All right,” snapped the father, l;-‘
noring that. “Emily Sarah, then.
Right away, parson!"
“I've sald NO,” repeated the stout
lady, and this acidulated ultimatum
settled ft.
“Shall we have Nora? You liked
that once,” s=ald the mother, with
tears very near, : 4
“Nora,"” snorted the man—“ Nora?
What'll you call her for short?" Si
lence. Nothing more was heard of
Nora.
Then 1 stepped in as peacemaker
and took the pretty young woman a
little way down the aisle to glean
some information.
“What's the baby’'s mother's name?”
1 asked. “Couldn’t the baby be called
after her?"
“Her name {s Emmeline, and she
doesn't like that herself,” smiled my
fnformant. “They had thought of
Dorothy once,” she added.
Ah! I saw my way, and returned to
the font. .
“The best thing to do," I said,
“when you can not agree, is to let
the parson settle {t.” Here 1 smiled
my best smile. “What about Dag
mar?’
“Dag what?’ demanded the man.
“PDagmar!” But no one wanted
Dagmar.
“Well, Dorothy, then. How would
that do? All Dorothys grow up to
be pretty girls”
There was & perceptible lightening,
a whisper or two, and in less than a
minute that child's name was Dor
othy.
The husband looked rather cross
still, and when all was over, he said:
“You think yourself mighty clever,
parson, don't you? She put you up
to that—eh?"
1 put on my stiffest manner, chuck
ling inwardiy the while, and refused
to discuss the matter,
Then the pretty young woman came
and thanked me.
“I'm so glad you managed it so
nicely, sir. It's dreadful to quarrel
about a name, and in church, too!"
“Oh, that's all right,” 1 answered
her. “By the way, excuse me, but
what's your name?”
“Dorothy,” she answered, with a,
smile. s
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OILE is just popular for summer frocks, for it 1s cool looking
\/ and falls in the most charming of lines. For the model we
show vou on the left, white voile embroidered in amaranthe
flowers {s used.
The bodice crosses in a group of gatherings at the shoulder and
is V-shaped front and back under a plaiting of white linen. The above
s of plain material, finished by a hemstitched band and a row of
amaranthe buttons,
A high girdle of amaranthe satin encircles the hips and is bowed
at the back.
There is a long tunic of the embroidered material and an under
skirt of the plain with a finishing band of the embroidered hemstitched
on as a finish,
The summer woman has invaded the masculine wardrobe-—she
has adopted pantalet-like skirts, and even in extreme cases—pantalets,
When Miranda Forgot o o
66 MUSTN'T postpons dusting !
I thiem another minute,” sald
Miranda, as she opened her
bookcase door in order to find room
for another volume and noticed how
the tops of the old ones were covered
by a layer of dust. ‘
With Miranda the dusting of books
was a prolonged and serious ordeal,
usually attended with much senti
mental reminiscence. She couldn't
merely wipe the dear backs and faces
of her favorite volumes without re
newing acquaintance with them.
QGenerally before she had reached the
second shelf she was seated on the
floor, a pile of books about her, the
soiled duster lying by her side, and
soma once-loved novel open at her
favorite scene. It was where Lord
Ormont had confessed his inability to
exist without his Evelina, or where
the spirited Miss Bennett had dis
missed the haughty Mr. Darcy, or
where-—but there was no stopping
and no dusting when once Miranda
had fairly started on this dual feat
of dusting her books and refreshing
Ler memory. :
A Vacancy.
Thix morning she banged the book
backs and flirted her duster without
a pause until she reached the George
Eliot shelf, and noticed a telltale va
cancy in that beloved set.
“It's ‘Daniel Deronda,’ that has
gone,” wailed Miranda as she care
fully dusted the top of each volume
after giving it a bang that was
enough to bring all the characters to
life again. “Apd I know who has it
1 loaned it over a vear ago to Lina
Heft, and thouzh I have seen her u
dozen times since then she has never
mentioned the book. And now she
has moved to the suburbs and T sup
pose she has taken my book with her
and will never think of it agaln orJ
remember that she has broken my
set,
“It is like breaking up a family to
lose one out of a set,” she continued,
“and I think that there ought to be
a special punishment devised for
pveople who borrow books and never
return them. Now, when I borrow a
book 1 always read it at once and
then put it on a table in plain sight
s 0 that I shall remember to return
§ i
The fourth shelf was full of painful
memories for Miranda, and she has
tened through the slapping and dust
ing process without stopping to peep
within a single cover. The fact was
that this particular fourth shelf set
was a subscription set, and had
caused Miranda many an anxious
tear. She had paid $2 a month for it,
having in a moment of bookish weak
ness and vanity put her name to some
book agent's pledge, and there had
been times when it was difficult to
get the §2, and when she was obliged‘
to ask the agent to call again. How
The Life of a Tree
By LILIAN LAUFERTY.
e e e S e e S
ROM foreign lalhds the boats come in,
F A harbor for their goods they win—
The gift of lov® or price of sin
From rforelgn lands.
The gangplank lowers and we race
Back to our happy nesting place;
The day wears welcome on her face
As all the sights of home we trace.
But in the steerage pensively
They lift their eyes to Liberty,
Wondering at that great mystery
That called them here across the sea
M From forelgn dands,
walstcoats, Gladstone collars and braid-bound coats; she makes her
own as well as “bowler” and sailor hats, and spats. Now she has
adapted the “soutane” of the clergy!
The quaint afternoon frock on the right is made of “violet” taffeta.
The fitted bodice, gathered crosswise. in front in basque fashion,
is opened with scalloped edges over a small gathered yoke of net
which forms a shell collar caught with a narrow taffetatie.
The tunic is stitched at the height of the hips and opens over
the plain, round underskirt. It buttons down the front as at the
bodice with closely set buttons of the material. The plain under
gkirt is slit at the foot.
The cape that completes this frock is of the same material, short
at the front and graduating down to great length at the back. It has a
square collar at the back and has straps in front that are shirred into
ruching shape. Orchid satin lines it. —OLIVETTE.
she hated the sight of that man and
hiow sick she was of those hooks be
fore she had paid for them!
“I suppose I ought to read them,”
she said to herfelf as she gave each
of the seventeen vo]un‘ea a spiteful
slap, “but really I know 1 should see
that agent's face on every page. And,
besides, they are the kind of books
one llkes to own but doesn't care
to read. They are not the sort that
are what Charles Lamb called ‘take
downable,’ and some day I mean to
take them to some second-hand book
store and see ‘what I can get for
them.”
A Strange One,
On the fifth shelf Miranda came
across a volume that did not look
familiar, though the story itself was
one with which she was well ac
quainted.
“Why, 1 had forgotten that F had
a copy of ‘The Cloister and the
Hearth,'® said she, as she flapped the
covers of this old favorite. “I won
der who gave it to me.
“Oh, it isn't mine at all,” she wailed
SHORT STORY COMPLETE
as she.opened the volume and glanced
at the name of an old friend inscribed
von the fly leaf, “Dear me! I must
have borrowed this book ages ago and
then, after I had read it, put it among
my own books and just forgot all
about it. And I don't know what has
become of BElsie Braddon or whether
she is Elsie Braddon now. I really
don't see how I could have failed to
do with this book of hers as I always
do with borrowed books—that is,
keep them in sight“until they are re
turned—but I don’t suppose this be
longs to any set, and so it will not
be missed llke my ‘Daniel Deronda.’
But perhaps I had better keep it out
and see if I can not look up Eisie,
for though I can hardly recall the
circumstances of my borrowing 1
have a faint recollection of Elsie's
telling me that this was her favorite
novel, and that she wanted my opinion
of it.
“Well, T suppose she has her opiny
fon of me by this time.”
Couldn't.
A well-known suffragette was re
cently talking to a reporter abeut the
comparative deceitfulness of men and
women. |
“Women,” sald the reporter, “are
the more deecitful.” ‘
“No,” sald the suffragette, “the men
are the worse. Look at the way they
deceive their wives.”
“Do vou claim,” the reporte asked,
“that men should never deceive their
wives?”
The would-be voter smiled. “Oh,
no,” she said.. “How could the aver
age man ever get a wife if he didn't
deceive her?” i
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f\ .\.i"‘ ?,n:fl' ;:;led 'lf‘ Blue Ribboa.
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UNT ANNA wrote me last week
A that Nan was to take part in
a play that her little club In
the village high school was getting
up for the benefit of the school libra
ry, and she wished me to give her
some suggestions for costumes and
stage settings.
“T believe I'll go out to the farm
myself,” I told mother, “and help Nan
with the entertainment. I've had so
much experience with affairs of that
kind that I'm sure I could manage it
beautifully.”
“Perhaps Nan and her friends
aren’'t looking for a manager,” re
marked mother.
“It seems to me that you love to
throw cold water,” I sald, “on any
little effort of mine to be helpful” 1
could not keep the hurt tome out cof
my volce, and mother looked very
sorry at once. It was quickly’ de
cided that I should go.
At Unecle John's.
T arrived at Uncle John's the next
night just in time for a rehearsal,
which took place in the front parlor.
The girls' acting was so ridiculously
stiff and stilted that {t was almost
impossible for me to keep my face
straight. However, I managed to pre
serve my gravity, and I gave them a
number of little criticisms, which
they accepted eagerly.
They consulted me about their cos
tumes, and 1 promised to show them
how to dress their hair and how to
make up for the footlights. Alto
gether, we had a merry evening, and
after Uncle John had taken the giris
home in his car Aunt Anna safd that
perhaps it was a good thing I had
happened to come just then.
There was another rehearsal the
next evening at the house, and Amy
Wright, who was taking the leading
part, performed it with little under
standing.
“Let me read those lines,” 1 sald,
and I repeated one of her Dbest
speeches with a dash and spirit that
made all the girls exclaim adnfiring
ly—that is, all of them except Amy,
who looked rather cast down.
“1 just know I couldn’t ever say it
that way. I don’t belleve I'd better
play it.” She looked quite discour
aged.
“Perhaps the part doesn’'t quite
suit you, dear,” I suggested, comfort
ingly. ‘“How would you like me to
Hints for the
Household
It is a good plan in darning stock
ings to hold the darning wool for a
minute or two over the spout of a
kettie of boiling water. This shrinks
the wool, and when the stoockings are
washed there is no fear of shrinking.
If you are annoyed by flies in your
bedroom, soak a sponge in oil of lav
ender and tie it to the top of the bed.
Flies hate the smell of lavender and
will not approach it.
Colored handkerchiefs should be
soaked in cold salt water for a short
time before they are washed. This
will prevent the colors from running
or fading.
To stop hiccough give the patlent a
teaspoonful of granulated sugar and
vinegar. If this does not afford in
stant relief, repeat the dose.
One ounce of Epsom salts added to
a gallon of water makes an excellent
rinsing mixture for colored blouses
and washing dresses.
When boiling eggs, wet the shells
thoroughly in cold water before drop
ping in the boiling water, and they
will not crack.
A tiny pinch of carbonate of soda
or salt added to milk as soon as it
arrives will help to preserve it from
turning sour.
Before using tinware of any kind
rub it well over with fresh lard. If
treated this way, it will never rust.
A teaspoonful of lemon juice in a
small cup of black coffee is a safe
remedy for bilious headache.
Vinegar heated to the boiling point
will soften dry and hard paint
brushes.
Looked Like It.
014 Peppercop didn't like walters.
He couldn’t have told you why, or
what he disliked about them; all he
knew was that he hated them. Some
people are like that about policemer
—but there's generally a reason for it.
One day old P. entered a restaurant
where he was not known, and a
waiter approached him before he had
bhad time to study the menu with the
sericusness it deserved.
The waliter, smiling in that annoy
ing way that walters do, made a bad
start by causing the old gentleman
to jump by flicking a crumb that
wasn’t there off the table,
He made a bad start worse by ad
dressing Mr. Peppercop:
“Good morning, sir! I have, sir,
deviled kidneys, pigs' feet and calves’
trains!”
Old P. looked up.
“Really,” said he. “And you look
like it! I'll have some cold beef and
botled potatoes.”
SUMMER RESORTS. ! SUMMER RESORTS.
AAAAA A A A A A A A AN AA AP AN AL A P
PABLO BEACH, FLORIDA
On the Atlantic Ocean, seventeen mliles from: Jacksonville; facing the flnest,
smoothest and broadest batning beach :n the world. The summer climate is
cool and comfortable, to the surprise of our patrons from other States, who
have an idea that it is hot because in the South. Water temperatures are
mild, ranging around 80 to 85, so that the most delicate person can derive much
benefit from surf bathlnm
W. H. DAMai Ow&er and Managve;.
Retest ““”lh 10 916.00 a week. Weoek-end rate, $6.58,
write in a part for vou that would be
more in your style? I think it would
be an excellent plan.”
“But who would play the lead.
then?"' asked Nan. “There’s none of
us who can do it the way you do, Lu
cile.”
“Well,” T laughed, “why not let me
do {t? Tll be glad to do that much
for the library fund, if Amy doesn't
mind.” :
“l don't mind it at all,” replied
Amy, quietly, “and as for writing !n
another part for-me, Miss Luclls,
please don't bother.”
When Aunt Anna learned that I
was to play the lead in Amy's place,
she was much distressed. &
“Why, Lucile, Amy Wright is the
president of the club, and her mother
will be angry if she doesn’t have the
principal part.” .
‘“But, Aunt Anna, she gave it up of
her own free will. However, if you
think best, T won't play .it. I thought
of doing it only to help out the cludb.’
“Oh, you'll have to play it, Lueclle”
saild Nan. “Amy says she simpiv
couldn’'t be induced to play it now,
and I'm sure none of the other giris
want it.”
“Very well,” T answered, good-na
turedly, and for several evenings we
went on with our rehearsals, to which
Amy Wright did not comae.
“Oh, Luclle, isn’t it too disappoint
ing?"” exclalmed Nan, coming in from
gchool one afternoon.
“What iz disappointing?” T asked
“Why, you know how we were in
tending ‘o surprise Professer Good
win with our little play, and now
we've just found out that he {s going
away to-morrow to do some work for
a degree he’s to get at some college.
and that tiresome old Professor Hart
we used to have is coming back to
fill out the rest of the year. Isn't it
8 shame?™
1 must say that I felt fust as much
disappointed as any of the girls in
the club, for Mr. Goodwin {& a charm
ing young Harvard man I had met
once or twice at the farm in the win
ter. I had expected to enjoy his
amazement hugely when he found me
taking part in a play with his junior
class girls. His absence would take
all the fun and excitement out of the
affalr for me, for I knew very well
that in that extremely bucolic com
munity there would be no one else
who would in the least appreciate my
acting. The whole thing began (o
seem a dreadful bore, and 1 was sor
ry I had been drawn into it.
Poor Child.
“T think,” 1 safd to Aunt Anna,
“that I'll run home on the evening
train, for there are several things I
ought to attend to.”
Nan began to pout about my being
away from the rehearsal, but I was
too busy preparing hurriedly for th=
little journey to pay any attention to
her; but the first thing I dfd the day
after I got home was to write her
very kindly, telling her that it would
be simply impossible for me to go on
with the play, as I had duties tn town
that would prevent my returning to
the farm. “But,” I said, “perhaps it
will be just as well, for Amy can now
resume her place in the play, which
your mother thinks she should never
have relinquished.”
Nan's answer was rude. “You have
spoiled the whole thing,” she wrote.
“Amy {s mad and won’'t be in the
play. She never finished learning the
lines, you know, and she blames me,
because you're my cousin, although
I've told her I didn't ask you to help
us, The whole c¢lub is upset, and I
guess we won't have any play at all
now.” )
Poor child, I fear she is not recelv
ing the proper training for a girl -of
her rash, impulsive temperament.
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