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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.
(Novelized from the play by Fdgar
Selwyn, now running st the Harris
Theater. Copyright, 1915, by Interna.
tional News Service, sole owner of se
rigl rights)
(Continued From Yesterday.)
“I've already told you™ interrupted
Rice, impatiently
“Just so: but I'm not satisfled. |
want to ask you one question Are
you married ™
“Certainly not” petorted the un
suspicious Jap.
“You're sure of that, aren't you™
queried Denniston, easlly.
“Of course, | am.” and Jap smiled
blandly.
Dennison went to the door of the
room in which poor Emma was fairly
palpitating with curiosity. With a
flourish he threw open that door, call
ing. “I'm ready for you, madam.”
Dead stillness held the room.
There was hardly any new develop
ment which could have startied the
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 Jap
Walter, bt he was well worth watch.
ing as the little black valvet-figure,
with its white fox trimmings came
fato the room quietly, and then sud
denly projected herself across Lhe
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, “1s this your husband,
madam ™
“Of course it 1&." cried Emma. in
terrupting her embrace for a second.
“Can't you see? And she returnad
1o 4 state of semi-eclipse in the arms
of Mr. Jericho W. Braden—to give
him his title. '
“Her husband!” queried Rice,
pouncing on the matter with legai
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“You've done it pow, Bmma.” walled
Jap sadly
Oh, Jerry, have 1 applied it for
you? 1 didn't mean to. But | was
#o afrald something had happened Lo
you
And suddenly it occurred to Jap
that since he had Emma and her un
questioning love and loyal devotion,
the Hewlitt estate didn't matter so
much after all. And now there was
nothing perfunctory about the way
he took his sobbing wife Inte his
arms It's all right, lttle girl. We'll
live through It, | guess. After all it
was for you | wanted the money
and If you don't care, why should
l&
Well, If this doesn’t beat any
thing!"” ejaculated Mr,. Ryder fer
vently,
“What's the meaning of this? de
manded Rice
“l may as well own up.” sald Jap
not relinquishing his hold on the wife
from whom he had been so long sep
arated. “I've been married for near
ly a year, but I thought I could find
& way to get my share of the estate
in spite of IL" |
‘ “You delibarately decelved us,” said
Rice sternly. “You tried to make
us belleve—-7"
~ “¥You can’'t blame me for trying
to get what was left to me. can you™
asked Jap,
~ Mr. Dennison gazed about the room
inscrutably. “Well, my job is about
finiehed, | guess,” he drawied. “if
you'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,” replled Dennison,
“Then If he 18" sald Mr, Ryder with
a very practical ldea 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
other charge-~' began Dennison,
helptully.
“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 1 don't
suppose you'll belleve me, but there
was & 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 llke $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
E¥mma was safely past, Mr, Jericho
W. Braden, of Walla Walla, bocgmo‘
again the practical person who had
been able to put his wife aside tem
porarily in order to go ;{!or a fortune.
It the fortune were by some miracle
still to be his in spite of his mrrhn‘
Mr. Ryder might still be a rather use- ‘
ful general manager. |
If not, he had a sudden vague, no
‘!lon that there was such a thing as
starting a new factory even so far
West as Walla Walla. But he forced
his volce to a sudden sternness. He
wanted to know just how far he could
trust Buck Ryder. “On the level, you
mean to put it back?" asked Jap, and
started to take the money.
But Rice reached out the efficient
hand of the law and spoke with a
quiet smile that almost robbed his
action of offense. “I think I'd better
take charge of that money.”
“Perhaps you had. 1 don't know
that ] 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 impossiole 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 ft, interrupted. *“No,
I'm not willing. I'm going to marry
my Jerry and no one else.”
(To Be Continued.)
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WATER.
(Copyright, 1915, Star Company.)
CHAPTER XXII.
ANE HARDY felt as if she were
J in a dream. The intellectual
numbness that prevents one's
appreclation of the crisis through
which she is passing had mercifully
come to her. She accepted It with
out allowing herself to go below the
surface for explanation of those
things which might have puzzled her.
Therefore, when she heard nothing
from BEdward Sanderson, she took
his silence unquestioningly, just as
she took the fact that on the day
of her declsion not 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. If 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 to
reason. Had Mary Balrd, hishouse
keeper, listened at the door behind
which her employer and his guest
were in conference she might have
heard that which would have sur
prised her.
Jane Hardy did not try to escape
‘hor vigitor by flight. Instead, she
sat still until he entered the sitting
iroom 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, I saw you coming" Jane
sald. "Shall I call mother lin 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
'excua. her folly, since she was evi
dently willing to listen to reason
now.
Jane Takes the
Irrevocable Step.
“Jane,” he said, seating himself
by her, ‘now that you've had time
to think about what I said to you
last night, don’t you think you'd best
change your mind ™
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 a low voice: “What
1 sald last night, Mr. Reeves, wus
true. That is—l will not pretend to
any man that I love him when I
do not. I had never supposed that
you really cared for me except as
the daughter of my parenta—your
old friands. 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 s the woae vou =shonld have
Jane listens to her hated suitor
thought about the matter,” he ap
proved. "1 am not pleased with the
wayvs of girls nowadays—all the time
looking out for a husband. 1 like you
better because you walted to think
about this kind of thing until I spoke
of it myself. But now you've hal
nearly 24 hours to think of it, I am
wiliing to repeat my question. 1
want to marry. Will you be my w.lfo,
Jane?”
“You ave sure you understand that
1 do not love you?" she insisted.
Again he smiled, “You lglnk that
you do not,” he amended. As I told
you last night, it is more proper fur
A young woman to avold thought of
such affairs untll she is asked. I
know you like me, and I know you
will care more for me when you know
me better”
He paused expectantly, but she did
not look up.
“7 am waliting for wmy answer,
Jane,” he suggested.
“1 will marry you,” she sald
He leaned over her and put his arm
about her. She suppressed the vlo
lent shudder that ran through her
frame.
“Kiss me, my girl," he commanded,
She closed her hands tightly to
gether as she ralsed her face. Sne
closed her eyes that she might not
sce 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 sald,
with a return to his customary tone
Avugustus Malkes the
Big Announcement.
Jane stood up as she heard her
mother and father coming in response
to his summons.
“1 want to tell you good pegple,”
Augustys announced with hls bom
bastic manner, “that Jane has decided
as | was sure she would when she
had taken time to think the matier
over.. She ls 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
"amund her and kissed her. He had
not kissed her in a long time, she
‘renectedA She had once thought of
kisses as meaning love. Now they
luemed to mean that the person ne
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 said.
“You sit here and talk—you and fath
er—and let me get the supper—please, |
mother.” |
She longed to attack sOme wors
that would keep her from realizing
what had happened, |
“Yes,” Reeves said lndulnntly.‘
“let her get the supper. She ought
to get into practice, For even if li
have a good hougekeeper, I expect
my witfe to know how to do things,”
He gave vent to a self-satisfied
chuckle. Mr. and Mrs, Hardy echoed
his laugh feebly, and Jane hurriel
from the room to avoid hearing any
more of her fiance's clumsy pleas~
antries.
(To Be Continued.)
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with Augustus
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was quick I was fast,” he sald, “‘and
that if I was tled I was fast, if I spent
too freely 1 was fast, and that not to
eat was to fast, I 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 richest
rhetorie, the wonderful nuptials of the
gueen bee. At the same time & mMas
ter artist of language and a practical
entomologist, Mr, Maeterlinck wrote a
pook which was as educative as it
was entertaining, and it is proublc‘
that an immense majority of his de
lighted readers had never known be
fore he told them how the bee hive
queen chooses or i§ chosen by her
mate, nor what a marvelous pageant
ber wedding Night is to an eye which
can follow it under the inspiration at
once of knowledge and of imagina
tion,
It is probable, too, that most of
Masterlinek's readers supposed that
the llrd of wedlock that he described
prevailed only in beedom. In fact,
Lowever, it is as common among ants
as among bees. It has even been ‘m
{tated 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 Letourneau's
work on the “Evolution of Mar
rlage,” the bride flees on hoerseback
and the bridegroom catches her if he
can, and strictly imitates the success
ful male bee in Maeterlinck’s accoynt
of the apian 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 social {dea 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 colonles, and
there are males having wings, like 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,
individual nothing, unless the indi
vidual be the queen, and then she Is
the center of the state. But an ant
queen or & 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
Garrett P. Serviss Writes on
of inferior quality, but the queen of
a hive, or of an ant ML is a unique
personage, differing from her sud
jects In physical make-up and in fac
uities.
The marriage flight from an ant hill
takes place In fine summer weather,
and If you were a member of the
community and happened to be a
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 cloudiess sky while they wet
out on their first and last voyage, des.
tined to make each of them the po
tential mother of & new state. |
The flight of the queens s an op
portunity for the males which is of
tered but once in a lifetime, and
which, moreover. promises Inevitable
and almost immediate death to the
successful pursuer—yet not one
shrinks from the adventure, ‘
The number of the aeria! Circes,
the glittering Cleopatras of the .lr.‘
is 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 a few yards above the ground,
rising, turning and falling with &
balloonlike motion or eircling about a
treetop. Here is a description, re
sembling many others that have been
written, of what takes place in one of
these wonderful flights:
“The young queen races away,
pursued by the ardent wooers, who
fall in their thousands to enterpris
ing swallows, missing their way, and
dropplag to rest their tired wings on
any object within reach. But the
young queen flies on. She is strong
HEARD you laugh
I Qut in the crowded way,
And 10, a weary woman stopped to smile,
A newsboy sold a dogen papers, while
A straying sunbeam touched your cheek in play;
I heard you laugh.
I heard you laugh.
'Twas in a 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 must be
the best of the crowd, The crowd of
the pursuers dwindles from thousands
to hundreds, to dozens, untll at leet
only one is left” /
But the vietor's triumph s brisf
Nor is the fate of his unsuccessfu! /
competitors any better. If some of
them struggle back to the nest, it is
only to starve, for the community has
no further interest in them. Ywm
‘might better, A% an ant, be born to
the more common lot of a mere
worker.
Then, having assisted your dusv
fellows in widening the exits of the
hill on the morning of the great wed
ding fight, that the flashing crowd of
the participants might the more
readlly take its departure, you would
at leagt! survive to see, what some
times happens, the return of ene of
the flying queens to her original home
and to watch her strip off her own 74
wings, and begin her life's work of
laying eggs and feeding the young of
& new generation. And you might live
iong enough to witness morethanons
nuptis! spectacle, for the workers
among ants, &5 among men, are the
longest lived and the happlest.
Wrongfully Rejected.
Two Irishmen went in search of har
vesting work, and the foreman, after
looking them up and down, gave the
taller one leave to start work and waved
the shorter man away.
“Sure, sor,” ha burst out, “what's the
matter wid me?™’
“You are too short,” replied the fore
m’&rnh. now, does yer honor eut yer
corn at the top™ asked the rejected ona
Inspiration
By JANE M'LEAN