Evening Republican, Volume 18, Number 11, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 January 1914 — Page 3

JOHN RAWN PROMINENT CITIZEN

by EMERSON HOUGH

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SYNOPSIS. John Rawn. a dark In a St. .Louis railway office, hears his daughter Grace’s gver, a young engineer named Charles Halsey, speak of a scheme to utilise the lost current of electricity. He appropriates the idea as his own _ and induces Halsey tO perfect an experimental machine. He forms a company, with himself as president, at a salary of SWO,OuO a year, and Halsey as superintendent of the works, at. * Bal sry of $5,000. Rawn takes charge of the office In Chicago. Virginia Delaware is assigned as his stenographer. She aspicking the furniture and decoration for the princely mansion Rawn has erected. Mrs. Rawn feels out of place In the new surroundings. Halsey goes to New York with Rawn and Miss Delaware to explain delays in perfecting the new motor to the impatient directors. He gets a message that A deformed daughter has been born to his wife. Grace Rawn. Rawn bargains with Miss Delaware to wear his Jewelry and appear in public with him, as a means to help him in a business way, Rawnjs fortunate in market speculations, piles* up wealth and attains prominence. He gives his Wife a million dollars to leave him. He asks his daughter, Mrs. Halsey, to take charge of hw household. Grace moves to Graystone hall, and Halsey continues to live alone in. the oottage near the works. Halsey s machine proyes a success, but he keeps the fact a secret. Virginia Delaware becomes more and more indispensable to Rawn. He takes her to New York on a business, trip. Idle talC prompts him to offer her marriage. They are married. Halsey threatens To get a divorce because his wife refuses to return to him. He tells Rawn that he has broken up all the machines after proving the success of the Invention. Rawn, in a great rage, threatens to kill him. Halsey declares he ■ will never build another machlne for Rawn and Blank his face, Vi*-. ginia Rawn implores Halsey to reconslder, because his decision will ruin them Halsey tells Virginia that he has abandoned Ms Invention because It would put a great power In the hands of a few to the detriment of the many. At Rawn’s Instigation Virginia agrees to try to bring Ha'sey to terms, no matter what It costs. The directors plan to get . the control of the company away from Rawn. They hold a conference In Chicago. Rawn goes to New York to attempt to avert impending disaster. Halsey takes up hi* residence at Graystone hall, where his wife ana daughter are seriously ill. Rawn Is ruined financially. Halsey and Virginia confess their love for each other. The butler overhears and tells Halsey’s wife.

1 CHAPTER XX. * '«-< __ What Cheer of the Harvest? The blood of youth la hot He followed her, In spite of all, forgetting all. They had advanced across the hall toward the gold room, of library. "Oh, Charley, Charley! Don’t begin, wait a little,” she walled. “At least till to-night, till afternoon. I don’t know what to say yet. I don’t know what so do! Let na see him first, and tell him.” I “Look about you,” he commented grimly. “You're going io lose ail thi# —these splendid, beautiful things.” “I don't mind losing them. I want to be poor. Oh, my God! Just to be loved, and clean! Charley, can we?" "But why choose me? There are so many othyTV^ "All like Mr. Rawn "himself—men crazed of money, power, selfishness. I wanted something different. Do you think it could haye been my father’s old ideas coming out in me, so late? He came of a family of revolutionists —independents; ’Progressives,’ , they call them now. Something of his beliefs—l don’t know what It was—” "But you’ll have to leave him in any case. Divorce is simple enough. You know what I would have done, and done, also, in any case. Grace and I—” w “Yes, I know all about everything. Everything’s past,” she said despairingly. "We’re dead. It’s all over!" "I ought to go?” he asked vaguely. "Yes, pretty soon. But I suppose you'll have to see Grace, and—to-night I’ll have to see — M He bowed his head. “Yes, we’ve got tq pay that part first The best we ean do and all we can give ought to be enough for him." She turned, left him, passing through the great doors to the central rooms within. Following he/ still, he found bier at the stair and joined her. There approached them now, with hasty tread and face somewhat excited,’ the. medical man who had been for so many days now in attendance upon Grace Rawn and her child. He - had come on his morning visit unnoticed by them. "Ah," he began, “I’m glad to find you, Mrs. Rawn—and you, Mr. Halsey —l’ve been-looking for you—Come! Come quickly!” His face showed plainly hiß agitation. "Is there anything wrong?” demanded Halsey sharply. "What’B the trouble?” “It is my duty to tell you the truth," began the doctor. “Your wife is a very- sick woman, indeed.” "I know that, yes.” "But not the worst until this morning, until Just now. Something—” "I’ve been here in the house waiting—why did you not call me?” began Halsey clumsily. “You must not wait!" the doctor Interrupted him. taking him by the arm and hastening toward the stairway. They followed him up the stair, down the upper hall, to the rooms which had been set apart of late days for Grace and her child, quarters all too unfamiliar to Halsey himself. They found Grace !Oty. faint and gasping, half Bitting in her bed. clasping the child In his arms, herself too weak now longer to hold it up. Halsey, stricken with sudden horror, ran to take the child in bis own arms. The truth was obvious. Even as he lifted the poor crippled form in his arms, the head fell back, helpless. The eyes glased, turned back uncovered.

Halsey cried out aloud. He turned about, dazed; horror and helplessness were on his face. It was to Virginia Rawn he turned, jas to the other part of himself. It was Virginia Rawn wh6 took from him the feeble, misshapen body, gathering it Into his own arms. She gazed intently, frowning, grieving a woman’s grief over suffering, bending over Its' face; her own-face held back over it when she saw the Truth. Then she passed him and placed the body of the child upon its eot near-by, covering,, it gently. ♦ • ___

"Grace, Grace!” sobbed Halsey. He fell upon his knees at his wife’s bedside. She dijl not see him, did not recognize him, although she turned a questioning face toward, him. "Me, too!” he cried, 'i want to go! 1 want to die and end It! Everything’s wrong ...” “Come,” said the doctor presently; “it’s too late now. 11l call for you after a time.” He took Halsey by the arm and led him from the room. Returning, he signed for Virginia Rawn also to leave thesick chamber. Left alone, the medical man turned to the professional nurse in attendance. “Keep It quiet,” he said. “It would hurt my practice—do you hear?” . He kicked beneath the bed a small broken vial, and wiped away the stain from the lips of the dying woman. The doctor, as course, had his guess, the public its guess, the dally papers theirs. The truth was, Grace Halsey, by butler route, had learned of the tete-a-tete of her husband and her stepmother a half hour before this time.

Grace Halsey, dead, her crippled child dead beside her, never knew the contents of the letter which had been received for her that morning. It

“Keep It Quiet.”

still lay on the hall table unnoticed. There was almost none to pay attention to the many duties of the household. The last servants had begun to pass, scenting disaster even as had others. The magic which had builded thiß mansion bouse now lacked strength to hold its tenantry. There remained now only one man—the butler, lingering for his pay. Only two persons might still be Bald to be actuated by any sense of loyalty or duty to Graystone Hill and its owner—Halsey and Virginia Rawn. Of duty—to what and to whom? They dared not ask, dared not think. They waited, they knew not Jor what The master of this mansion house was forth upon his business. Somewhere, be was hastening toward his home. When he might be expected they did not know. Nor did the master know what news awaited him upon his coming.

The evening dallies came out upon the streets, reeling and reeking with the last accumulating sensationa of the Rawn disasters. The business world continued to rub its eyes, the social world continued to erult. Many and many a woman smiled that evening aB she contemplated proofs of the downfall of one whom_once she had envied. The Rawns, it now seemed, had all along been known, by everybody who was anybody, to have been nobody at all. They who had sown the wind, had the whirlwind for their reaping. This was the genera) day of harvest for Graystone Hall. But the day passed on. Shadows lengthened beyond the tail towers and softened as they fell toward the east The soft firs of evening, turning, came in across the open gallery front Night came, flight unbroken by more than a few nights in all the myriad windows of this stately monument which John Rawn had builded as proof of his personal success. Vehicles, passing slowly, held occupants staring In curiosity at this vast, vacant pile. Human sympathy lacked, human aid there was not

Thus It chanced easily that there passed up the long driveway of Graystone Hall, almost unnoticed, a vehicle carrying one who seemed a stranger there; an elderly, rather tall woman of gray hair-and unfashionable garb, who made such insistence with the servant at the door that at length she wpmber way through. Her errand seemed not one of curiosity, nor did she lack in decision.

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1 1 .• *, —— L + i ;-y ■ —; She left upon the table an old-fash-ioned reticule, and following the advice given her, in reply to her question, passed up the stair and (town 1 the upper hall, to the room where lay Grace Halsey and her child. There, unknown by any of the household and accepted by those Whose professional duties took them thither, she remained for many hours. Halsey and Virginia Rawn did not know of her coming. It was a cold home-coming, also, which awaited John Rawn. But he came at last, to meet that which waa for: himHte iMeounter. It night. The lights were few and dim. Nyne greeted him at his own gate, none even at his own door, which was left unguarded. At length he found the solitary footman-butler, asleep In a chair, the worse for wine. “Where , is she?" he demanded. “Where is Mrs. Rawn?” He turned before he could be coherently answered, and passed down the hall toward the library, through whose closed doors be saw a faint .light gleaming. Something impelled John Rawn to hesitate. He stood, himself the very picture of despair, his face drawn, haggard, unshaven, his hair disordered, his hands twitching. He must find his wife, he said to himself; he must ask her what success she had had with their Jqst hope. Yes, yes, it must be true! With Halsey’s aid he would yet win! If she had won—j Halsey would yet be on his side—Halsey would tell him—s Halsey would go back to the factory— . * But John Rawn hesitated at this door. He felt, rather than knew, believed rather than was advised, that his wife was beyond that door. He waited, apprehensive, but kept up with himself the pitifut pretense of selfdeception. Ah, power, control, command!—those were the great things of the world, he reasoned True, he knew his daughter lay dead in her room on the floor above—the paper he held in his hand told him that; for at last the doctor had prepared his statement regarding Mrs. Halsey’s death by “heart failure” —the rich and all akin to them always die respectably, in a house so large as Graystone Hall. But it was too late to save her. Rawn reasoned. Let the dead bury the dead. The larger things must outweigh the small. He first must know what his wife had done with Halsey. To the tense, strained nerves of John Rawn the truth was now as apparent as it had been to the sensibilities of all these others, late friends, servants, sycophants. Ruin was here, in his citadel, his castle of pride. Only one thing could save him. ... He hesitated at the door, held back from that which he knew he was about to face. . . . But no, he reasoned, she was there alone, he must see her! He fluna open the folding doors and stodti holding them apart. * Yes, she was there! John Rawn’s face drew into a ghastly smile. Yes, she had won! She, the wonderful woman, had triumphed aa he bad planned for her to triumph. She had won! . . . • They stood before, him, those two, silent, face to face, embraced; their

arms about each other even as be flung wide the door. They turned to him now, stupefied, so weary, so overstrained, that their arms still hung, embraced. The face of each was white, desolate, unhappy; more hopeless and desperate than terrified, but horrible. They were lovers. They loved, but what could love do for them, so late? They bad paid—but what right had they to love, so late? John Rawn, the man who had wrought all this, stood and gazed, ghastly, smiling distortedly, at his wife’s face. "Why, then, should the be unhappy? What was to be lost save that which he, John Rawn, was losing—or had been about to lose? But he was startled, stupefied, himself, for one moment He turned back, hesitating; and so tiptoed away, leaving them, although the joint knowledge of all was obvious. They had not spoken a .word, had not* started apart, had only gazed at him like dead persons, white, silent, motionless—not lovers; no, not lovers. For one-half instant, alone in the wide and darkened ball, Jtawn straightened himself up, threw his chest out. Yes, she had won—she had done her task! She held Charles Halsey fast — there —in her embrace. He, John Rawn, multimillionaire, collector of rare objects, one of God’s anointed rich, had the shrewdest wife the world •had ever seen, the most beautiful, the most successful! Had he not seen—was It not there before his eyes? She had his one en-

COLOR AN IMPORTANT POINT

■ Ite- Influence on Humanity Not Sufficiently Recognized, Is the Opln- ' ion of a Traveler. “I once met a man who wouldn’t eat tomatoes because they were red.” said a New Yorker who has traveled much. "The incident amused me at the thne, but later set- me to think-'* ing. I am somewhat of a crank on oolor myself. I believe that color, like blood, gets In thef brain. You know that the aroma of tea or coffee is more appealing than the mere taste of either of these beverages,. If the aroma grips you, why is not the color, the amber, of these drinks appealing? Did a glass of beer or a mug of ale ever look like a sunset in autumn to you? They have to me—or like an autumn leaf? "If people would find their color

emy netted, in her power—there—bad he not seen ? She bound hand and foot, to-him, John Rawn! Could a man doubt his eyes? They had hunted well in couple, be and his wife, and now she had pulled down their latest victim! . . . What mattered the means?—there, wad but one great thing. And the great things must outweigh the email. He was a man of power. He had been born for success. He was— He stood, half in the shadow, hesitant.*' Then he heard other feet approaching Tiim slowly. Hia wire. Virginia, came and took him by the arm and had him within the door; closed it back of him; and, leaving him, advanced to where Halsey stood. She took Halsey by the hand. . . . It seemed a singular thtng to Rawn. this performance; In fact, almost improper, if the truth were known. . . . So ,it seemed to John Rawn’s mind, a trifle, clpuded with distress and drink. “Well,” said she apologetically; and held her peace as he frowned and and looked at her dumbly. “Well!” be broke out at last; “I’m back again! —You’re here, I see.” This last to Halley. They two stood and regarded him without comment. Halsey kept his eye on Rawn’s hand, expecting some sudden movement for a weapon. He was incredulous that »nv man could sustain Rawn’B attitude toward him. War, and nothing but war, seemed inevitable between himself and Rawn, the man whom he had wronged, the man who had wronged him. “I suppose—l see—” began Rawn' clumsily, after a while. “Of course, you have probably been here all the time, Charley. I came back as Soon as I could. I’ve been having aU kinds of trouble in St. Louis and New York. Everything's all gone to pieces.” They did not answer him, and he shuffled. “Have you anything to say?” he demanded of his wife; “has Mr. Halsey—Charley—agreed?—Have you persuaded him to —” “You wish to know whether I have done what I was told to do —is that it?” she demanded of him coldly. “Yes; have you?” “I have. Here is Mr. Halsey. I have kept my word. You have seen. I told you I could bring him in, bound hand and foot Kiss me, Charley,” she cried. “Oh, kiss mb!” And he did kjss her. Cold, white, hand in hand, dead, they then faced him again. “Is it true?” began Rawn. His eyes lighted up suddenly. “He has agreed?” Halsey broke in now. “It is true, Mr. Rawn," said he. “I love her. 1 love your wife: I can’t help it. I have told her so. You see.” “You love her!” John Rawn burst out into a great, croaking laugh. “Yon love her? I say, that’s good! That’S food news to tell me, isn’t it? Why— I sent her —I used her, to make you love her! You see reason now at last do you?—every man does at last—every man has bis price. You'll go back to work to-morrow? There’s a lot to do, but we can save it all yet We can whip them, I tell you—we’ll get everything back in our own hands before to-morrow night!”

" —But, Mr. Rawn! Listen! You do not know! Surely you do not understand —’’ "Understand? What is there left to understand? Didn’t I see you both just now? Didn’t you—right now—haven’t you got to come across now? Hasn’t she done What I told her to do; what she said she’d do? I told her to bring you back to us again, and she’s done it, hasn’t she? “But come on, now,” he resumed, as though reluctantly—“l suppose we’ve got to go up there—Grace—? Too had: - . . Y But I wanted to see Jennie Jlrst.” "My God!” whispered Virginia Rawn, shuddering. “Oh, my God!” “Rawn.” said Halsey directly, abandoning even any pretense at courtesy; “the end of the world has come for you, for us all. My wife is dead—she’s lucky ! My child is dead, too, and that’s lucky. It had no life to live, crippled as it was. Sbe killed herself and the baby. I don’t seem to care as I ought to care. And now your wife has told me that she loves me.' It’s true! She doesn’t love you; she never has. She has not taken me a prisoner any more than I have her. We’re both in this to-night We’re both to blame. But, at the bottom, you are to blame—for all of this.” “Of course! Of course!” smiled John Rawn sardonically. "What would you expect? lam sorry But I’ll never tell any one about it, you can depend oy that!" (TO BE CONTINUED.)

and stick to It, they would be more happy. Women are more trained in the color scheme of life than men—that’s why they worry less. Their color instinct is more developed. "Certain colors make me seasick, and they make other men seasick, but they don’t know it. I have studied the thing out, and am .pretty sure that 1 know what I am talking about 1 have cut out certain colors from life Just as I have cut out bread from my diet. “They say that.a word or a gesture will make a play. I have known color to unmake a play. Excellent plays have gone to the storehouse because of a bad color scheme in the settings. Were I to build a' theater J would see to it that I had the right color in the decorations if 1 bad to consult the entire public a* to its color taste—would consider color above acoustics, even."

SUBMERGING EVELYN

By BREWER SMITH.

When Evelyn Doane*s parents died suddenly, within a week of each other, the shock was so ever whelming that her sister’s suggestion *to sell her town house and go to Jive with her was accepted gratefully. To be alone was more Than Evelyn could endure, and she looked to Alicia’s cheerful young household to help her bear her bereavement. In a surprisingly short time everything was arranged, and it was not until she had looked her last upon ber familiar old home that the first doubt as to the wisdom of ber decision assailed her. i But Mrs. Reade was so thoughtful, the young people so affectionate, that her fears sooh vanished, and from a strictly material standpoint she was certainly well placed. Everything was done for her comfort, and during the early months of her bereavement nothing else mattered. At the end of her second year, however, when her nerves had regained their tone and she began to feel an interest itt living oice more, she made the startling discovery that during her deep mourning the family bad by unanimous consent laid her gently but firmly upon the shelf, ei Not yet thirty-one, attractive and still beautiful, to the young pecple of Alicia's household she was nevertheless a pronounced (Id maid. Had they seen her at home, the center as her own fashionable circle, this would not have been, but the black-swathed, sorrowful woman who had dwelt with them for two years had in their mind;) no association with pleasure or youth. Their attitude at first amused Evelyn; it seemed incredible in an age permitting women to be attractive as long as they so desired, but by degrees she felt Its deadly effect. It is difficult to stem a current unaided, and shat away for years from the pleasant life she loved, Evelyn bad unconsciously lost the vivid interest in things that nad kept her spirit young. When it awakened again and she prepared to take up her old life, it was something of a shock to find herself regarded with youthful contemptuous surprise. Even Alicia, who loved her and who well knew what a series of t rlumphs her life had been, shared the young people’s views of heY awakening. It was an aggressively youthful household -a household where athletics, motoiing, cotillons and clothes formed the principal topics of conversation, but to Evelyn it was all interesting enough until she discovered that her part in it must be as spectator and not as participant. She could discuss Barbara’s lilac organdie, or Betty’s embroidered voile with enthusiasm, but order one for herself, drape her own graceful bddy in some of the dainty stuffs she loved —ridiculous! -----;<■ - She dsd not give up the fight supinely. She was too spirited to fall out of -the ranks at command, and for a time she strove bravely to keep her footing and remain in touch with the social life, flowing so pleasantly about her, but almost imperceptibly the family had .impressed their viewpoint upon their friends, and ' her invitations came almost entirely from older people. She who had been the leader of an envied set at home, found herself making a languid fourth at whist tables where ancient dowagers wrangled and revoked, or dragging through dull dinners, partner to some fagged old man more interested in his meal than the slight, aristocratic woman beside him. She was expected to satisfy herself with book clubs, charity and music. When Alicia entertained her daughters Evelyn helped her with the sandwiches and salads, assisted the girls to dress, and then, tired of body and mind, retired to her own room to listen the night through to music whose echoes awoke longings that nobody seemed either to divine or understand. Constant dripping win wear away a ■tone, and repeated iteration of the same idea finally has its effect even upon the most Independent mind. Blowly but none the less surely Evelyn began to let go. To retain her own dignity she was forced to do so. Of sparkling intellect and vivid pet tonality, she could not easily assume the role -of onlooker, but the lesson was at length learned, the impossible accomplished, and she effectually effaced heryelf. - When the young people voiced their opinions upon every conceivable suh Ject—when Barbara denounced suffragettes, and Betty with equal ardor defended them —when John misquoted her favorite author, and Phil labeled the brightest modern essayist as "beastly commonplace, don’t you know?"—sbe ssld nothing; she listened with a smi)e that would have revealed much to a sympathetic bystander. It was not that they did not care for Evelyn—they were sincerely fond of her, but as a naiden annt and not as a companion. It never occurred to theWi that individually she had no existence —that under their deadly egotism her mind was being starved to death, her ardent spirit ground to pieces. Oddly enough her brother-in-law, lasy, selfish Tom Reade, understood j her better than all the others. And upon one occasion, when argument bad waxed warm and opinions bad flashed back and forth .across the table, he had turned to her, fitting silent and thoughtful at hia side, and said: “Young fools —aren’t they? Not

~~ worth wasting ammunition OB theta?* and when she flushed guiltily he cod' tinned: “Don't worry, Erie; I won’t give yog away, and the rest are too blind to see.” Evelyn had been with her sister four tears, years that had taught her to discipline her pride and subdue her ego, when Gay Travis returned suddenly from abroad. He had pnjfmtd to Evelyn the week before her father’s death, and having been courteously but firmly refused had gone away, seeking in travel to ttllle the resties* hopes whose denial had broken bis life. Convinced finally that it was of no use, and like a moth eager to singe its wings again, he returned to Ames' ica and to Evelyn’s home, only to learn that she had moved to Westwood. A day later found him sitting in Mrs. Reade’s library with Barbara serving tea and Betty talking witty nothings, while Evelyn In a big chair by the fire listened silently. Her attitude puzzled him, and he set himself to unravel It. Her greeting of him. for instance, had been kinder than he had anticipated, but upon the entrance of her nieces she had withdrawn into herself and subsided into a mere spectator. It was not that she was bored. Patiently she enjoyed the girls' nonsense—it was rather that she felt herself outside of it all and apparently did not object. Contrast' ing her with the brilliant, animated girl she had been, he found her bard to understand. " ' While not profound, Travis lovsd Evelyn devotedly, and for the nest week he studied her closely. He asked seemingly Idle questions of the girls—he won the boys’ opinions upon divers subjects. He talked earnestly with Mrs. Reade, and flippantly with her husband, and in the end he mastered the problem. Once assured Of this fact, he hastened in search oi Evelyn, finding her in the library mending Betty’s music. She was somberly clad —her hair drawn severely back from her forehead. When he entered she looked up carelessly. .. ... 2 r 12...\2 “Evelyn,” he exclaimed, “I want yon to do me a favor.” “A favor. Gay—why, of course—what do you want me to do?” “I want yon to go upstairs and brush your hair as you used to." She stared at him wonderingly. “What an extraordinary request — and why should I make myself ridiculous?” "Is it ridiculous to make yourself attractive?” “Possibly not, bnt I must dress appropriately.” “Tou and I have different ideas of the appropriate. See here, Evelyn— if 1 hadn’t seen this thing with ay own eyes I. wouldn’t have believed it. Hour old are you, anyhow?” ’Thirty-five.” “And far more beautiful today in that impossible gown you have on than either Of your nieces! Go up and get into some of the floaty, fleecy clothes you used to wear. Put ftnrn about your throat and wear a hat such as Barbara had on yesterday. Take her’s if yon haven’t any of yonr own.” “I haven't,” she admitted wlih sudden bitter distaste for the appropriate toque selected by Alicia for her that morning. “Rouse up, Evelyn, it to time this absurd farce ended. Do you realise what has happened to you? Tou have been submerged—the youth in this house has overwhelmed you.” "Oh, Gay!" she cried, touched and surprised by his comprehension, "it Is quite true—they take my breath away. But bow did you ever guess it? Nobody else ever did.” “Nobody else ever loved yon as 1 do. Will you marry me, Evelyn?” “Thank you kindly, sir,” she said, with the old arth smile he had loved, and as she came into his opened arsis he ejaculated over her gold-brown head: “Great heavens, what fools these young people are!* (Copyright, 1918, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

Uncovering Roman City.

The buried Roman city of Urtctfnium, in Shropshire, England, to gradually being “dug out.” The excavation will, it is expected, greatly add to ofir knowledge of the Romas occupation, and what was happening la Britain at that period. The etrvuH of the city measured about tkrea miles, and enclosed an area of 170 acres —that is, about TO acres larger than Pompeii. The excavators are now uncovering a large building will* a portico, on the street of 115 feet. This building has already been traced back 200 feet - It contained many rooms, some with rough mosaic pavements and others with cement floors. Four rooms bad hypocausts or hot air heating apparatus, in tbe coartyard was a large well, bufft of massive blocks of stone. That tbe fltto was occupied soon after the Claudlan invasion in 43 A. D. is shown *no tombstones of soldiers of the XIV. Legion. This legion came ever with Claudius, and left Britain for good la 70 A. D. The absence of cognomina on both tombstones point to a date rather before than after tbe year 6# A. D.

Discharge Lighted Projectiles.

Some suggestive experiments Wf» been made on German warships ski lighted projectiles, which ft is thought may take the place of the electric searchlight The which *s> filled with calcium carbide, is firs* from a cannon, and since I la lighter than water after striking it come* bathe surface. During its immersion water is automatically adsfitieg. .*•# produces acetylene gas, which karsts with an illumination equal to that of 3,000 candles.