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The Reason Why So Many Men and Women Build Their Houses on the Sand Is to Escape Digging a Foundation
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Rolling Stones—A
Story of To-day
By ANN LISLE.
(Novellsed from the play by Fdgar
Selwyn, pow ronning st the Harria
Theater. Copyright, 1915, by Interna
tiona! News Hervics, sole ownsr of ser
rial rights)
(Continued From Yesterday.)
“I've already told you™ interrupted
Rice, Impatiently
“Just so: but I'm not satisfied 1
want to ask you one guestion Are
you married ™
“Certainly not” retorted the un
susplelous Jap
“You're sure of that, arent you™
queried Dennison, easlly
“Of course, 1 am." and Jap smiled
blandiy.
Dennison went to the door of the
yoom in which poor Emma was fairly
palpitating with curlosity With a
flourish he threw open that door, call
ing, “I'm ready for you, madam.” |
Dead stiliness held the roem |
There was hardly any new develoo
ment which could have startied lhol
Rolling Stones, and Norma and Anna
knew exactly what they intended to‘
do whatever befell. No one supposed
that the detective could produce any
really important witness. No one
focussed thelr attention on Jop
Walter, but he was well worth watch.
ing as the little black velvet-figure,
with its white fox trimmings came
iato the room quletly, and then om!-{1
denly projected hersell across the
room with a shriek—" Jerry!”
“Emma'” gasped Jap
But Emma had wound her arms
about him and was weeping with a
wild sense of relief that prevented
her from feeling anything at all per
functory in her husband’s embrace.
“Oh, I'm so glad o see you,” sobbed
Mrs. Braden.
And then rather unnecessarily the
law, which has to have testimony
more tangible than feminine hysterics,
asked, “Is this your husband,
madam™
“Of course it 18" cried Emma. in
terrupting her embrace for a second.
“Can't you see?” And she returnad
2o a state of semi-eclipse in the arms
of Mr. Jericho W. Braden—to give
him bhis title
“Her husband!” queried Rice,
pouncing on the matter with legal
acumen.
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| Well f this doessnt beat any
i hing' eja ated Mr. Ryder for
i\rs tiy
‘ What's the meaning of thia®™" de
manded Rice
\ | may as well own up” sald Jap
| not relinquishing his hold on the wife
trom whom he had been 3o long sep
lur.n'nl I've been married for near
; vy & vear. but | thought | could And
‘|~»\. to get my share of the estale
‘ You deliberately deceived us,” sald
| Rice st@nly You tried to make
lus belleve
| You can't blame me for trying
qu get what was left to me, can you "
lasked Jagp
| Mr. Dennison gazed about the room
‘ nscrutably Well, my job Is about
| finished, | guess he drawled it
jyou'll sign your name to this, Mr
’ Braden
| ‘What is 117" asked Jap
‘ My voucher.,” sald Dennison
| Dave thought he had to be a good
fellow and warn the real Braden
“Don't you sign anything,” he cried
excitedly. “That's the way he got
me.”
Jap laughed. “I'll take a chance
All right? he asked after he had
annexed his signature,
“Yes, | guess you're Braden all
right,” replied Dennison.
“Then If he is,” sald Mr. Ryder with
& very practical idea that the matter
was clearing up splendidly, “you
can't hold us.” \
“Not for the murder, but if Mr
Braden wanted to prosecute on the
Enlhcr charge—' began Dennison,
helpfully
} “Just wait outside a minute, will
you?" asked Jap.
Then he turned to the Rolling
Stone: “Now, where's that money?*”
“I've got it,” sald Buck. "I don’t
suppose you'll belleve me, but there
was a burg'ar blew that safe.”
Jap Walter looked questioningly
into the gray eyes, His practical mind
reverted to the fact that Mr. Ryder's
idea had netted the Hewitt factory
something ke $30,000 additional
profits, and he began to wonder If
this young gentleman might not be
worth treating with respect.
Now that the first sentimental joy
over the love and devotion of his
Emma was safely past, Mr. Jericho
W. Braden, of Walla Walla, became
again the practical person &ho had
been able to put his wife aside tem
porarily in order to go aflter a fortune.
If the fortune were by some miracle
still to be his in spite of his marriage,
Mr. Ryder might still be & rather use
ful general manager.
If not, he had a sudden vague no
tion that there was such a thing as
starting & new factory even 80 far
West as Walla Walla. But he forced
his voice to a sudden sternness, He
wanted to know just how far he could
trust Buck Ryder. *“On the level, you
mean to pat it back?" asked Jap, and
started to take the money.
But Rice reached out the eflicient
bhand of the law and spoke with a
quiet emile that almost robbed his
action of offense. “I think I'd better
take charge of that morey.”
“Perhaps you had. I don't know
that I have any further claim on it
myself,” began Jap. .
“Quite so,"” acquiesced Rice, “and as
Miss Noggs is willing to live up to
the conditions of the will which con
cern her—and which are now ob
viously impessiole for you since you
are a married——" But Norma, who
was not practical at all and who did
not mean to lose her “Jerry” again it
she could help it, interrupted. “No,
I'm not willing. I'm going to marry
my Jerry and no one else.”
(To Be Continued.)
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(Copyright, 1915, Star Company.)
CHAPTER XXII.
ANE HARDY felt as If she were
J in a dream. The intellectual
numbness that prevents one's
appreciation of the crisis through
which she is passing had mercifully
come to her. Bhe accepted it with
out allowing herselfl to go below the
surface for explanation of those
things which might have puzzled her.
Therefore, when she heard nothing
from Edward Sanderson, she took
lhh silence unquestioningly, just as
‘-he took the fact that on the day
of her decislon mnot to marry the
‘man she loved Augustus Reeves had
come to call on her.
It was late afternoon and she was
in the sitting room as she saw him
and her father enter the front gate.
She was so dully miserable that she
did not rouse herself to speculate
as to whether Ezra had asked Au
gustus to come to his house with
him. Jf she had known the facts
perhaps even then she would not
have roused herself to express any
indignation.
. Ezra Hardy: had gone this after
;nOon to Augustus Reeves's home to
‘tell him that Jane had “come to her
senses,” and was ready to listen teo
reason. Had Mary Baird, his house
keeper, listened at the door behind
which her employer and his guest
were in conference she might have
heard that which would have sur
[prind her.
l Jane Hardy did not try to escape
her visitor by flight. Instead, she
sat still until he entered the sitting
room alone, then she greeted him
politely.
“Your father told me you were in
here,” Reeves remarked affably.
“He saw you at the window when
‘We came up the walk.”
| “Yes, | saw you coming" Jane
said. “Shall I call mother in to see
you, or has father gone to tell her
you are here?”
~ *“Your father knows that I came to
see you, Jane, so he will not call your
mother,” her caller informed her.
He noticed that the girl was very
pale. Perhaps she had lain awake
all night worrying over her foolish
decision of last evening. Well, young
people were often silly. He would
excuse her folly, since she was evi
dently willing to listen to reason
now.
Jane Takes the a 8
Irrevocable Step.
“Jane,” he said, seating himself
by her, “now that you've had time
to think about what 1 said to you
last night, don't you think you'd best
change your mind 2"’
She dropped her eyes. There was
no flushing of the fact, no indication
of any love tremors. But that was
all right, the man told himself,
She replied in & low voice: *“What
1 said last night, Mr. Reeves, was
true. That i{s—l will not pretend to
any man that I love him when 1
do not. 1 had never supposed that
vou really cared for me except as
the daughter of my parents—your
old friends. You have been kind to
me—but I never imagined that you
had more than a friendly feeling for
me."”
Augustus smiled with gratification.
“That is the way you should have
Jane listens to her hated suitor
thought about the matter,” he ap
proved. “1 am not pleased with the
ways of girls nowadays—all the time
looking out for & husband. I like you
better because you walted to think
about this kind of thing until I spoke
of it mysélf. But now you've had
nearly 24 hours to think of it, I am
willing to repeat wmy question. 1
want to marry. Will you be my wife,
Jane?”
“You are sure you understand that
I de not love you?"' she insisted.
Again he smiled. “You think that
you do not,” he amended. As I to!d
you last night, it is more proper for
a 4 young woman to avoid thought of
such affairs until she is asked. I
know you like me, and 1 know you
will care more for me when you know
me better.”
He paused expectantly, but she did
not look up.
“l am waiting for my answer,
Jane,” he suggested.
“I will marry you,” she sald.
He leanad over her and put his arm
about her. She suppressed the vio
lent shudder that ran through her
frame,
“Kiss me, my girl,” he commanded.
Bhe closed her hands tightly to
gether as she raised her face. Sne
closed her eyes that she might not
see his expression. As he pressd his
lips to hers and drew her to him in
close embrace his hot breath made
her slightly sick. Then he released
her.
“1 will call your parents,” he said,
with a return to his customary tone.
Augustus Makes the
Big Announcement.
Jane stood up as she heard her
mother and father coming in respomse
to his summons.
“I want to tell you good people,”
Augustus announced with his vom
bastic manner, “that Jane has decided
as | was sure she would when she
had taken time to think the matter
over. She is going to marry me, my
friends.” \ ;
Still no color came to the pale face,
Jane returned her mother's tremu
lous career. She also said “Thank
you” when her father put his arm
around her and kissed her. He had
not kissed her in a long time, she
reflected. She had once thought of
kisses as meaning love. Now they
semed to mean that the person be
stowing them approved of the con
duct of the person receiving them.
Had they ever really meant anything
else to her?
She pulled herself up sharply. This
kind of thinking would do no good.
She wondered just what was expect
ed of her now, and turned to her
mother,
“It must be getting late,” she sald.
“You sit here and talk—you and fath
er—and let me get the supper—please,
mother.” ‘
She longed to attack some work
that would keep her from realizing
what had happened. |
*“Yes,” Reeves said indulgently,
“let her get the supper. She ought
to get into practice. For even if [
have a good housekeeper, I expect
my wife to know how to do things.”
He gave vent to a self-satisfied
chuckle. Mr, and Mrs, Hardy echoeq
his laugh feebly, and Jane hurriei
from the room to avoid hearing any
more of her flance’'s clumsy pleas
antries, ‘
(To Be Continued.)
She Has a Talk
with Augustus
Quite English, You Know.
A Frenchman was relating his exne
riences of studylng the English lam
guage. “When I discovered that if 1
was quick I was fast,” he said, “and
that if 1 was tied I was fast, If I spent
too freely 1 was fast, and that not to
eat was to fast, 1 was discouraged. But
when | came across the sentence, 'The
first one won one dollar prize, I gave
up trying to learn English.™
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The Ant World Honeymoon
I N one of his most famous books,
I which everybody was reading a
few years ago, Maurice Maeter
linck described, with his richast
rhetorie, the wonderful nuptials of the
queen bee. At the same time a mas
ter artist of language and & practical
entomologist, Mr. Maeterlinck wrote &
pook which was as educative as it
was entertalning, and it is probable
that an immense majority of his de
lighted readers had never known be
fore he told them how the bee hive
queen chooses or is chosen by her
mate, nor what a marvelous pagcant |
per wedding flight is to an eye whwhi
can follow it under the inspiration st
once of knowledge and of Imt‘\ul“
tion, ‘
It is probable, too, that most of
Masterlinck's readers suppused that
the kind of wedlock that he described
prevailed only in beedom. In fact,
however, It is as common among ants
as among bees. It has even been im
itated by human tribes, the custom
of marriage by capture being one of
the oldest methods of mating among
primitive men and women.
Among the Kalmucks, for in
stance, according to Letourneaus
work on the “Evolution of Mar
riage,” the bride flees on horseback
and the bridegroom catches her if he
can, and strictly Imitates the success
ful male bee in Maeterlinck's account
of the aplan nuptial flight.
It would be a strange life that yoa
would lead If you were born a member
of a colony of ants! You would find
the socla! idea carried out to its ex
treme consequences. In a hill of ants
there is one queen, the sole mother
of the entire community. There are
“young queens,” which are destined to
be the mothers of future colonies, and
there are males having wings, l'ke the
young queens. But the majority of
the inhabitants of the hill are neither
males nor females, but simple work
ers, without wings, and without other
object in life than to be useful to the
colony.
In short, among ants, the commu
nity, or state, is everything, and the
individua! nothing, unless the indi
vidual®* be the queen, and then she is
the center of the state. But an ant
queen or a bee queen is not, as is oft.
en assumed, analogous to the per
sons who sit on thrones among us.
A human king or queen is only a
man or a woman, and frequently one
E;r;ttwh Serviss Writes on
of inferior quality, but the queen of
a hive, or of an ant hill, is & unique
personage, differing from her sub
jects in physical make-up and In fac
ulties
The marriage fight from an ant hiil
takes place in fine summer weather,
and if you were a member of the
community and happened to be &
winged male ant, nothing could re
strain you from following the young
queens as their silken wings flashed
invitation from the blue background
of the cloudless sky while they set
out on their first and last voyage, des.
tined to make each of them the po
tentia! mother of & new state.
The flight of the queens is an op
portunity for the males which is of
fered but once in & lifetime, and
which, moreover promises inevitable
and almost immediate death to the
successful pursyer—yet not one
shrinks from the adventure.
' The number of the aerial Circes,
he glittering Cleopatras of the alr,
s much less than that of their pur
suers, but the whole together are so
numerous that they make a little
fluttering, iridescent cloud, skimming
along & few yards above the ground,
rising, turning and falling with a
balloonlike motion or clreling about a
treetop. Here is a description, re
sembiing many others that have been
written, of what takes place in ome cf
these wonderfu! flights:
“The young queen Taces Aaway,
pursued by the ardent wooers, who
fall in their thousands to enterpris
llal swallows, missing their way, and
dropping to rest their tired wings on
any object within reach. But the
young queen flies on. She is stronyg
HEARD you laugh
I Out in the crowded way,
And 10, a weary woman stoppad to smile,
A newsboy sold a dozen papers, while
A straying sunbeam touched your cheek in play;
1 heard you laugh.
I heard you laugh.
"Twae in & darkened room
Where pain had made the hours seem drear and long,
And 10, the sickroom echoed with a song—
A breath of spring that lightened all the gloom;
1 heard you laugh.
of wing, and her husband muw ),
the best of the crowd. The crowd
the pursuers dwindles from thoussne,
to hundreds, to dosens, until ar L,
only one is left.”
But the victor's triumph is b
Nor is the fate of his unsuccesyt
competitors any better. If some ¢
them struggie back to the nest, |+
only to starve, for the community 1,
no further Interest In them Y
might better, as an ant, be bhory
the more common lot of a mer,
worker,
Then, having asslsted your by
fellows in widening the exits of 1,
hill on the morning of the great we!
ding flight, that the flashing crowd o
the participants might the mo,
readlly take it departure, you woy
at least survive to see, what some
times happens, the return of one of
the flying queens to her original homs
and to watch her sirip off her own
wings, and begin her life's work o
laying eggs and feeding the young o
& new generation. And you might iire
iong enough to witness more than one
nuptial spectacle, for the worken
AMONZ ANLS, A 5 AMONE men, are s
longest lived and the happlest
Wrongfully Rejected.
Two Irishmen went in search of har.
westing work, and the fereman, afier
looking them up and down, gave the
taller one leave to start work and wave!
the shorter man away. -
“Sure, sor,” he burst out, “what's the
matter wid me?’
“You are too short,” replied the fors.
m,"kmh. now, does yer honor cul yer
corn at the top?” asked the rejected ons
Inspiration
By JANE M'LEAN