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CHAPTER XII—Continued
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He went to see Carla soon after¬
ward. He had taken a great deal of
pride In the clean, white hospital he
had built for the company, and now
he blessed it. Derwent told him what
It had meant for Carla. They had X
rayed her and had made the extraordi¬
nary discovery that taere was not a
broken bone in her body. But some¬
thing had happened to her hack, and
she was paralyzed from her waist
down. Temporarily, he believed
Knowing what Paul would have done
under the cicumstances, he had sent
to Quebec and Montreal for expert
assistance, to consult with the com¬
pany staff.
Carla was propped up against a
mass of pillows in her snowy bed
when Paul arrived. Everything was
white about her, except the rich dark¬
ness of her hair—the room, the tied,
her lacy gown, her face. Like that,
with two silky braids streaming over
her shoulders, she might have been a
child, one who bad been a long rime
sick, with an exquisite, fragile beauty
about her. He had not expected to
find her so like a lily-petaled flower
Whose soul a breath might carry away.
He seated himself beside her. and
she let her hand creep over the cover¬
let to him. It was helplessly weak.
Her fingers were only a feathery pres¬
sure about his.
‘‘Please don’t scold me, Paul,” she
said faintly, trying tc smile. “You
see, 1 was right, (f the rocks had
buried you. 1 could never have got
you out and brought you home
Could I?”
He did not answer, but held her
hand so closely that a Joyous little
melody of content came for a moment
in her throat. “1 am glad. I was
afraid you would be angry with me.
Now I know I shall get well quickly I”
it seemed difficult for them to find
things to say. Paul, fighting, with the
grimly set lines of an Indian in his
face, was holding back what be
wanted to tell her. Carla knew. A
little more and she would have cried,
her own weakness letting down the
thing which both were valiantly mak¬
ing an effort to hold between them.
He told her about the specialists who
were on their way, and that their own
staff had no doubt hut that she would
very soon he on her feet again. He
tried to talk without a strain in his
voice, yet he could feel the falseness
and pretense of his effort when he
wanted to take her in his arms and
kiss her pale, sweet face.
Carla knew this, too.
At last, when it was time for him
to leave her, she said: "When are
yon going home?”
“I don't know.” he replied.
“It must be soon," site urged. “1
want it that way. You must start to
day—or tomorrow. Only that will
make me well. Claire wants you.
Please—read fills—”
She gave him a crumpled yellow slip
of paper. It was a telegram, crushed,
as if she had been holding it a long
time before he came. Me smoothed
it out and read the words which his
wife had sent her. The message was
almost identical with the one he had
received, giving him the impression
that Claire, in the stress of her emo¬
tion, had been able to find but a sin¬
gle thought for them both.
“1 am so happy,” It said. "Send
Paul to me as quickly as you can
Only God knows how glad i am.”
“She has faith in me.” said Carla.
"She asks me to send you to her.
What a privilege that is, Paul, for one
woman to give another! No matter
how hard 1 try I can never be as won¬
derful as Claire. The world does not
hold many women like her. She loves
you. She wants you. When will you
go to her?”
“You said—tomorrow.”
“Yes, tomorrow.”
He rose, and stood looking down at
her.
"I will go,” he said. "But some
time 1 will come for you, Carla. May¬
be not now, not in this life, but some¬
time. May I continue to dream that?”
"It is not a dream,” she said. “It
is faith. 1 am giving you up for a
little while, that is all Sometime, Id
another life, these tests which God put
upon us will return you to me.”
When he looked hack at her from
the door she was smiling, her eyes
filled with tears.
He tried to readjust himself be¬
tween the time of this last visit with
Caria -and his departure for home.
His effort was an honest one, a strug
gie to fit himself to certain demands
which be accepted as necessary and
inevitable. He was sure of himself
as he returned to Claire, it was al¬
most an exultant sureness, which left
upon him no sign of spiritual or
physical torment. He was possessed
dow by memories which blessed even
as they burned. It was as if some¬
where in him were a little song, a
part of himself, which said: “1 have
a room whereunto no one enters save
l. alone. There sits a memory on n
throne. There my life centers.”
Carla was the memory, lie made no
effort to turn away from the truth, or
harden himself in his contemplation
of it. Some one iind said that memory
was a paradise from which Pate could
not drive one. And the room which
had built itself in his heart could
never be leveled or tnkeD away from
him. it was indestructible, like a soul.
Claire, in a way, became the keeper
at the door. Because of her he had
closed it, and because of her he would
never open it except to himself. He
could conceive of no one but Claire in
tliis sacred place. A long time ago.
when he was u boy, there hud been
in his room a picture of an angel with
snowy wings and golden hair. She
seemed to he floating through clouds,
and he remembered that his first Ideas
of heaven came from this angel and
that she inspired him to ask questions
which his mother sometimes found
difficult to answer. The picture had
always remained in his mind, it re¬
curred to him in thinking of Claire
It was impossible for him to feel re¬
sentment against his fate, or even a
desire to change it, In going to her.
There were occasional women at whose
breasts the world found its spiritual
glory. Claire, he knew, was one of
them—like the angel in his room. It
was he who had been the misfit in
their lives, and this defect in himself
he was prepared to remedy—if he
could.
He read Claire’s telegram many
times on the way south. He tried to
read between its lines. He tried to
understand more clearly the change
which had come over her. Derwent
hud told him how site had watched
where the water roared out of the
chasm. “Whiter than death, as if she
would die unless you came out alive,”
he had said. And Carla: “She loves
you. She wants you.” And mnv her
own words on ttie yellow paper,in his
hand, entreating him to come to her
as quickly as he could. There was n
strange singing in his heart and a
dull grief, if she should love him—
at last—like that. After years of wait¬
ing, and hoping, and of yearning for
a woman to be a part of him—chil¬
dren—a home he had dreamed of—
He folded the telegram for a last
time and put it in his pocket.
He was seeing the tears in Carla’s
eyes.
CHAPTER XIII
Paul had told only Claire that he
was on his way to tier. At the sta¬
tion a familiar face came out of the
hurrying streams of humanity to greet
him. It was Jimmy Ennerdale, whose
presence always gave him greater
comfort than that of any other man.
He had known Ennerdale for a long
time, and Claire had grown up with
him like a sister. Jimmy had always
seemed older than Paul, with a pre¬
mature grayness In his hair and a
slight stoop in his thin, sensitive body.
His affection for Paul possessed the
unchangeable quality of the marble
out of which he was slowly and per¬
sistently chiseling fame for himself
as a sculptor. He had been working
in the West, and Paul had not seen
him for a year. Ennerdale had grown
older In that time, he thought. His
face was thinner, his hair whiter over
his temples, his physical tone even
less robust than when tie had seen
him last. He had the same quick,
nervous alertness about him, and it
did Paul good to see the gladness in
his face as they gripped hands. He
knew that Claire, unable to meet him
herself, had sent Jimmy in her place.
“She is like a child, waiting for
you,” said Ennerdale, os they rode
toward his home. “I was there with
mother last evening, and she asked me
to meet you. She cried and laughed
and is damnably happy. If you don’t
mind, I’d like to come over when you
two have settled down, and have you
tell me about this monstrous happen
ing. May I?”
“You know yon don’t need an invi¬
tation,” said Paul. “Come tomorrow.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Electricity in Lightning
The weather bureau says that the
electricity in a single flash of light¬
ning varies greatly. The largest
amount of which the bureau has any
approximate measurement was the
equivalent, roughly, of 100,000 amperes
for 0.01 second, or 1,000 amperes for 1
second. Prrbahly the average dis¬
charge, is of the order of one-fiftieth
of this amount.
Scotland’s Ancient Name
Albany was the ancient name for
Scotland arid is still used at the pres- j
ent time In poetical works, etc. It 1
was made official In an act of a Scot¬
tish council held at Scone, in June,
135)8. when the rifle, duke of Albany
was conferred on the brother of King
Robert III, the duke at that tit. e act
ing as regent for the kingdom.
CLEVELAND COURIER.
PRINCESS
AND THE
ROMANTIC
RING
i(c) by D J. Walsh. >
USTE stared in at the squares of
thickly-iced cakes and heaps of
l ) scarlet strawberries. Site had
decided against dinner for finan¬
cial reasons and crude yearnings beset
her. The cobwebby stockings she had
recklessly purchased and worn to t lit
engagement with Bill would cramp her
spending style for days and the ex¬
pense had been a waste, for he had
failed to keep the date.
“Men are ail alike,” site told her¬
self forlornly. “Bill told Etta lie was
nearly engaged to a girl with money.
I sure wish she'd told me before. Me
standing waiting for him and being
late to the office—gee, he’s the limit.”
Bill hadn't exactly rocked her heart,
but Susie hadn't expected him to throw
her down. Bill was an operator in »
oeauty shop and he had told her thai
she was tlie only skirt in his young
life. “Just a plain lie,” decided Susie,
moving along with the crowd and com¬
ing to a stop before a window display¬
ing a Chippendale bookcase. The an¬
tique was wort!) over $3,000, but it
was the lilac-tinted panes of glass that
intrigued her. She failed to notice the
eagle crowning the center pediment.
What tier young eyes saw were imag¬
inary rows of teacups of rose and gay
little pitchers and plates to match.
Susie cared nothing for books or first
editions, but she was a born homo
maker, and in the few moments of in¬
spection she planned a kinnette done
in lavenders and rose and saw tier
self in a pink frock with a bunch of
violets on her shoulder.
“Gotta date, honey?” came a low
whisper.
Susie jerked away from the gloved
hand that had dropped on the shoul¬
der of her best suit arid sped on with
the home-going crowds. She was hun¬
gry, but there were limits.
“Jerry said the seventh doorway
from Spruce and James."
The girl had leaped forward witli
the red light at the crossing and she
caught the curt announcement just as
a horn sounded.
Tlie men talking had missed the
chance to move on so she could not
see vvliat they were like, but tlie
phrase caught her fancy. Perhaps ro¬
mance lurked in that seventh doorway,
perhaps tlie man site had dreamed of
when she came to tlie city to work
would be waiting there, in some mirac¬
ulous way. Susie had tlie cool, com¬
mercial manner of the modern work¬
er, but beneath her composure rioted
the dreams of a mid-Victorian maiden
and love seemed to her very worth
while, hut—unattainable. Bill was no
romantic hero, and she suspected his
hair—it smacked of a permanent.
She decided to saunter past that
doorway, and began to count. A palm
reader had told her she’d meet her
fate by a strange chance.
Came a yelp of terror, followed by a
foreign curse and a small dog shot
out in front of Susie. The varnished
boot that had speeded the animal
withdrew into a doorway and a tor¬
rent of invectives in an alien tongue
spat out into the wind.
She saw a muddy and stained dog at
her feet. As the amber eyes met bers
the dog sensed a friend and leaped up,
his paws scratching violently tlie gun
metal hose that had made dinner im¬
possible.
Susie sucked in her breath, bending
to examine a large Hole. Then the
flapping forepaw caught at her heart
and she swiftly unfolded her evening
paper and, jerking it about tlie muddy
body, lifted it into her arms just as a
crowd surged past, nearly downing
her.
Tlie paw was broken, she decided,
and the dog was trembling with pain
and fear.
At the door of her rooming house
she paused, holding the paper bundle
carefully. Her landlady held no affec¬
tion for animals and didn’t care much
about girl roomers. Therefore, pru¬
dence was necessary, and Susie, watch¬
ing her chance, slipped upstairs si¬
lently when she found the hallway
empty.
After hiding her find in her closet
she got warm water from tlie bath¬
room and proceeded to wash and bind
the drooping paw. The draggled hair
emerged gleaming from the bath and
the rich tawny brown was beautiful,
and Susie realized that she had found
a pet that had been wel) cared for.
She broke a cracker into some water
and fed the puppy, and then, cram¬
ming a cracker into her own mouth,
went on with the hath, untangling the
curly hair gently. Once the dog
barked faintly at a step outside. Came
an imperative tap and Susie sat mo¬
tionless. She couldn’t move until her
next pay day.
“Sounded like a dog,” rasped a
voice outside.
Susie grinned as the footsteps
passed on and resumed her washing.
The paper was splashed with mud and j
knot presently in the tier long, supple soft fur. fingers “Gum,” found she a j
>
muttered. “Boor pup. I expect that
hurts.” She reached for scissors and
cut away the sticky lump. But as
she was about to toss it down she felt
a hard substance within, something
like a pebble.
The gas jet in tlie hall bedroom had
been expertly packed with cotton so
that the flame flickered inadequately,
but even that feeble light caught and
centered upon the object Susie held.
As her forefinger scraped excitedly at
the gum a flow of color flashed and
sparkled and tlie girl twisted a plati¬
num circle about her muddy finger.
“Gee. It’s a diamond. A diamond ring
in a wad of gum that was pressed into
that kike's hair.” Susie sat back on
her heels, watching the puppy’s half¬
hearted tastes of the watered crack¬
ers. “That dog is a pet and used to
eeramed chicken,” she told herself,
hungrily, advancing her mouth to tlio
cracker box and expertly nibbling up
a biscuit without touching her hands
to it. “I wonder—”
Bulling out the advertisement sheet
from beneath the layers of papers she
found the section of “Lost and
Found.”
“Lost—A small golden-brown puppy.
Answers to the name Princess. Liber¬
al reward and no questions asked.
Telephone or call in person—”
Tlie paper dropped to tlie floor.
Susie twisted tlie ring that flashed and
sparkled on her finger. That was the
dog. She felt certain. “Princess,” she
whispered.
Tlie dog’s tail waved and Princess
hobbled toward her, grateful eyes
glowing.
“How I'd love to wear this ring to
tlie office tomorrow. Wouldn’t the
girls stare. Oooooh—this is the real
tiling. No one would know,” Susie
slowly flushed. For a moment she
wished she laid not looked in tlie lost
and found. That ring would mark her
as an engaged girl. It would be next
to having a lover. Her heart thumped.
How she longed for love and romance.
Drearily she observed her ruined
stockings. They typified her prosaic
life. She had hoped for a peep at a
smart world of rich people lunching,
and instead Bill had left her standing
waiting. Absently she bent her head
and nipped another cracker. Princess
pushed her silky head into her left
hand and waited confidently. Susie
sighed. She couldn’t throw tlie pup
down and refuse to return tier to tlie
owner. She couldn’t keep her and love
her, for she had no place. Princess
and the romantic ring must go back.
Hiding Princess again in tlm closet
Susie went down to tlie telephone.
“It was a man’s voice,” she told
Princess live minutes later, “and he’s
coming right over to get you. He lias
a nice voice and I guess I’ll powder.
Then we’ll go and sit on the steps.”
A small car sped up and paused be¬
fore the old house and a man dashed
up tlie shabby steps.
“Miss ,Susie Green?” lie asked, his
eyes upon tlie silky head of Princess.
Susie nodded, reddening beneath tlie
steady gaze of tlie blue eyes looking
down at her. “Here’s the ring, too,”
she babbled, wondering if she were
dreaming, or if she had found romance
at last.
“Oh, that,” negligently lie glanced
at tlie diamond, “I—” he paused, “I
rushed over about tlmt, but now, now
—say, Miss Susie, come down with
me and sit in the car while we talk.
I have a lot to say.”
Princess was now in his arms, her
pink tongue darting out excitedly.
Susie hesitated.
“Come on. My mother was held up
and she slipped off tier engagement
ring and hid it in some gum. She
didn’t care so much about her watch,
but the ring she valued on account of
dad. Princess fell out of tlie car and
was lost.”
“Do yon live at that hotel?” de¬
manded Susie. If he did she knew that
her dreams were fulile, for she had
sense. He would lie above a file cleric.
He grinned. “I live there in a way.
I’m secretary to Colonel Waters.
Mother, though, lives in a kitchenette
flat on a side street and Pm imping—”
again his speech grew tangled, but, as
though jerked by an invisible string,
Susie arose and accompanied him.
The ring of romance had Jed her into
a maze of joyous reality. Maybe slic’d
own that pretty case with tlie lav¬
ender panes of glass now.
Peasants of Moravia
Excel in Wicker Work
In Czechoslovakia tlie weaving ot
baskets and other wicker goods has
long been a cottage industry. In cer¬
tain sections of Bohemia and Moravia,
now provinces of tlie Czechoslovak re¬
public, formerly crown lands of the
Austrian empire, baskets have been
made in peasant homes for 200 years.
Wiiile tiiere are at present approxi¬
mately thirty firms engaged in tlie
manufacture of wicker goods in these
two provinces, says United States
commerce reports, tlie finest wares
are still produced in the cottages, es¬
pecially in Moravia, where the artisan
workers are organized. A large num¬
ber of basket makers are generally
grouped about one or two firms in n
district. Baskets and cheap wicker
goods are also made in the prisons of
tlie country, and in the Klarov Institu¬
tion for the Blind at Prague.
Tiie production of wicker goods in
Czechoslovakia is centralized in a few
large firms. The center of the wicker
goods industry in Moravia is at Mor
kovice, and in Bohemia at Melnik.
The principal reason for the un
favorable development of new enter¬
prises in Bohemia is that in the last
few years the government’s regulation
of the Vltava (Moldau) and Labe
(Elbe) rivers has necessitated the sac¬
rifice which the principal raw material
for the native Industry was derived.
Willow trees have since been planted
by the government’s reforestation
commission in Moravia and Slovakia,
but as yet the osier twigs derived from
these plantings are insufficient to cover
the demand.
Lettering on Bridge
to Guide Air Traveler
Using a highway bridge as an air¬
way marker, is one of I lie latest de¬
velopments in this fast-moving trans¬
portation age.
This novel use of a bridge, said to
be the first instance of its kind, was
brought about by citizens of Napo¬
leon, Ohio. The bridge crosses tlie
Maumee river and the work was done
in conformity with instructions from
the bureau of aeronautics, Washing¬
ton.
In laying tlie brick, tlie contractor
started at tlie north end of the
bridge using nil dark brick, and inter
light brick for tlie marking were
inserted. The surplus dark brick
were then used at tlie south end.
Asphalt was used as filler for the
dark brick, while tlie markers were
filled with a lean grout tiller.
The letters are 2!) feet ami three
inches high, and tlie name Naptfleon
is 340 feet in length. The width of
the letters run four feet and three
inches, thereby insuring easy visi¬
bility for tlie traveler in thst air.—
Boston Herald.
Childish Marvels in
Arithmetic “Fade Out”
An English newspaper gives par¬
ticulars of the case of a 'wo-.v ear-old
Belgian boy, Andre Devoir, who is
able to multiply accurately any two
five-figure numbers w'ilinut hesita¬
tion. His is not tlie only ease of
phenomenal power in tliis direction
—usually lost as soon ns n real
knowledge of mathematics is gained.
One of these calculating boys was
George Parker Bidder, who was ex¬
hibited in his childhood as an arith¬
metical marvel, lie became an engi¬
neer and was associated with Rob¬
ert Stephenson. He was a founder
of the Electric Telegraph company
and became president of the Institu¬
tion of Civil Engineers. Another
wizard who could do anything with
figures was Jaques Inaudi, who vis¬
ited London in 1893. He did not
lose his gift as he grew tip.
Monster Skyscraper
Tlie new Chrysler building in New
York is 71 stories high and topped
by a 185-foot finial spire of stainless
steel weighing 27 tons. From the
sixty-first lloor setbacks tlie Chrysler
tower changes into a multi-arched
dome which finally converges into
the needle-like finial. The 8 eleva¬
tors have a speed of 1,000 feet a min¬
ute. Tlie total floor area is about
1,200,000. The total load of the
building, including all live and dead
loads, is equal to tlie combined ton¬
nage of three large battleships—
112,000 tons. About 21,000 tons of
structural steel were used. It rises
1,044 feet above tlie curb line.
Preserving Johnson Home
At Raleigh, N. C., the city now Is
Improving the home of Andrew John¬
son, seventeenth President of tlie
United States, after removing it to
Pullen park. The old log cabin grad¬
ually will he restored to its original
state. Old-fashioned palings have
been built around the house, which
is now a center of attraction for
tourists.
Labor Saver
A new Britisli invention called the
Sharman main finder, is designed to
locate water underground. It is
claimed that when (he instrument is
directly over a water pipe—or even
a gas pipe—it sends a buzz through
an earphone. Tlie instrument is in¬
tended to eliminate tbe digging up
of roadways to locate water mains.
More Freethinkers
Tlie German Freethinkers’ society
on its twenty-fifth anniversary as¬
serts more than 52,000 persons joined
last year, bringing (lie roster of (lie
movement to 000,000. It was said
that in Berlin alone 0,000 persons
severed connections with tlie
churches.
Death by Electrocution
In general, it may tie said that tlie
length of time required to electrocute
an average healthy person is about
l-240ths of a second.
Uses Tail as Anchor
The sea-horse differs from all other
fish in having a tail that can be
twined around stems and used to an¬
chor tlie fish to a certain spot.
Tlie cotton industry lias some part
to play in more than one-fourth of
America’s business activities.
Ouch! can Flit in black this is with sold band yellou/ only the
Here’s the sure, quick, easy way
to kill all mosquitoes indoors
and keep ’em away outdoors!
A pain in the lower part of your
back can torture you. But not for
long, if you know Bayer Aspirin.
These harmless, pleasant tablets
take away the misery of lumbago,
rheumatism, neuralgia, headaches,
toothaches, and systemic pains of
women. Relief conies promptly; is
complete. Genuine Aspirin cannot
depress the heart. Look for the
Bayer cross, thus:
For Rejection*
Vickers— 1 have a friend who is a
poet. What kind of a book do you
think would be appropriate for me
to send him?
Wickers — A hook of postage
stamps.—London Answers.
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SHE 001 OP
Strengthened hy Lydia E,
Pinkham’s Vegetable
Compound
St. Paul, Minn.— “l used to bo as
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too. I to any woman if Lydia
E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound
will help her as it did me. I feel like a
young woman now and I thank you.”—■
Mrs. H. C. I Ienuy, 2SG Fuller Ave., SL
Paul, Minnesota.
CUHJ5.Y used In cases of ECZEMA, TET
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Box 306 .... Lynchburg, Va.
'There is nt least certainty in I ho
anticipation of pleasure if not in fho
realization.
I have seen corruption boil and
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Shakespeare.
Wonderful and sure. Make yoor Bkin beautiful, ala®
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2930 Michigan Ave. • - Chicane
FLORESTON SHAMPOO - Ideal for use in
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Boosting Stamps Wanted
Postage stamps bearing attractive
pictures of Britain which would at¬
tract tourists have been proposed to
tlie postmaster general. Scenes of
landscapes, flowers and animals
would be used./One enthusiast says
that tlie pictures would also brighten
stamp albums throughout the world.
Land of Many Volcanoes
Altogether 107 volcanoes are known
to exist in Iceland, with thousands of
craters, great and small.
Tlie man with too much common
sense misses a lot of fun.
when I went to
bod. I had faint¬
ing pitation. spoils Of and pal¬
course
it was my ago. I
road Pinkham a Lydia booklet E.
and started tak¬
ing tlie Vegetable
Compound times day. tlirce
a I am
now a well woman.
Three of my
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