Hammond Times, Volume 2, Number 121, Hammond, Lake County, 7 November 1907 — Page 3

THE LAKE COUNTY TIMES

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A Mystery Story o! Saa Francisco

BY

EARLE ASHLEY WALCOTT

down to Borton's and look into this , Porter and Barkhouse ambled out, I four Send Pcrter out to two more mer" , ,c 1 aDd M0ther Brtn gave h6r Chair & i men, and tell him to lock sharp and There was silence for a time. My I hitch that brougct us face to face. j fho fnlsf.B ft,.M(1 T

"I reckon you don't think I come on j reckon ni Ende out if no one's looka visit of perllteness?" she Eaid sharp- la ly after a brief silence. I .'Tve gQt some men ca next I murmured something about being j floor T 6ad. thought it would be glad to entertain her at any time. j 1llS!t wf,n tn havft a fpw BPft,1TW, ,

case of emergencies. 111 have two of

(Ceprrlght "oc-,h 4olr-ldarrIl Co(Continued.) "Home to-morrow!" I exclaimed. "I thought he wasn't to come till Wednesday." Mrs. Bowser looked a little uncomfortable. "I guess he's old enough to come and go when, Ire likes," she said. But her flow of words seemed to desert her. "Very true," I admitted. "I wondcuwhat's bringing him back in such a hurry." Mrs. Bowser's beady eye3 turned on m in doubt, and for a moment she was dumb. Then she followed thi3 miracle by another, and spoke in a low tone of voice. "It'3 not for me to say anything

against a 1111 in his own house, but I I thing." don't like to talk of Doddridge Knapp." i Picky stopped short. "What's the matter?" I asked. "A i "Caesar's ghost!" he gasped; "what little rough in his speech? Oh, Mrs. (next? Wouldn't you like to touch off Bowser, you should make allowances i a few powder-kegs for amusement? for a man who has had to fight his ' Won t you fire a Pistl into your way in the roughest business life in ! mouth to show how easy you can stop

the world, and not picnt tnn mnh nf : tho bullet?

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guards walked beside me without speaking, but I felt the protest in their manner. At last Barkhouse said respectfully: "There's no use to do that, sir. You'd better send some one that ain't so likely to be nabbed, or that won't matter much if he is. We'd be in a pretty fix if you was to be took."

"Here comes Dicky now," said Porter, as a dark figure came swinging lightly along. "Hullo!" cried Dicky, halting and shading his eyes from the gaslight. "I was just going up to look for you again." "What's up, Dicky?" "I guess it's the devil," said Dicky,

eo gravely that I broke into a laugh. "He's right at home if he's come to this town," I said. "I'm glad you find it so funny," said Dicky in an injured tone. "You was scared enough last time." "Well, I've kept out of hi3 claws this far, and it's no use to worry. What's he trying to do now?" "That's what I've been trying to find out all the evening. They're noisy enough, but they're too thick to let one get near where there's anything going on that is, if he has a fancy for keeping a whole skin." "Suppose we go down there now," I suggested. "We might find out some-

FOE MADAM AMD MADEMOISELLE By BEATRICE IMOGENE HANSEN

"Nonsense!" she sniffed. "I'm a vile

i old woman that the liketi of you would i never put eyes on twice if it wasn't

I

'zZAn1? 5 ? iff A Mr

his polish."

"Oh, laws, he's pollle enough," whispered Mrs. Bowser. "It isn't that oh, I don't see how she ever married hinf." I followed the glance that Mrs. Bowser pave on interrupting herself with this declaration, and saw Mrs. Knapp approaching us. "Oh," she exclaimed cheerily, "Is it settled? Have you made all the arrangements, Cousin Julia?" "Well, I declare! Fd forgotten all about telling him," cried Mrs. Bowser In her shrillest tone. "I'd Just taken It for a fact that he'd know wien to com e." "That's a little too much to expect, I'm afraid," said Mrs. Knapp, smiling gaily at Mrs. Bowser's management. "I see that I shall have to arrange this thing myself. Will Monday night suit you, Henry?" "As well as another," said I politely, concealing my feelings as a victim of feminine diplomacy. "You have told him who are going, haven't you?" said Mrs. Knapp, to Mrs. Bowser. "Laws, no! I never thought but that he knew." "Oh!" exclaimed Mrs. Knapp. "What a gift as a mindreader Mr. Wilton ought to have! Well, I suppose I'd better not trust to that Henry. Tkere's to be Mrs. Bowser, of course, and Mr. and Mrs. Carter, and Mr. Hor-

toa, and oh, yes Luella."

"Why, you have been down there and are all right," I argued. "Well, there nothing much to happen to me, but where would you be if they got hold of you? You're getting off your cabesa, old fellow," said Dicky anxiously. "If I could see Mother Borton I would fix it," I said confidently. "What! That she-devil?" cried Dicky. "She'd give you up to have your throat cut In a minute if she could get a four-bit piece for ytwr carcass. I guess she could get more than that on you, too." Mother Borton's warnings against Dicky Nahl returned to me with force at this expression of esteem from the young man, and I was filled with doubts. "I came up to tell you to look out for yourself," continued Dicky. "I'm afraid they mean mischief, and here you como with a wild scheme for getting Into the thick of it."

"Well, I'll think better of it," I said. "But see if you can find out what is going on. Come up and let me know if you get an inkling of their plants." "All right," said Dicky. "But Just sleep on a hair-trigger to-night." "Good-night," I said, as I turned toward my room, and Dicky, with an answering word, took his way toward the Borton place. I had grown used to the silent terrors of my house. But as we stumbled

My heart gave a jump, and tlm trip ur the stairway the apprehensions of

to Chinatown suddenly became an object of interest. "I mama?" said an inquiring voice, and Luella herself stood by her mother. "Yes," said Mrs. Knapp. "It's the Chinatown expedition for Monday ntght." Lumila looked annoyed, and tapped her foot to the floor impatiently. "With Mr. Wilton," there was the

slightest emphasis on the words, "to j accompany the party, I shouldn't think it would be necessary for mo to go." j "It is either you or I." said Mrs. j Knapp. j "You will he needed to protect Mr. j Horton," said I sarcastically. j "Oh. what a task!" she said gaily, j "I shall be ready." And she turned ' away before I could put in another word, and I walked down the room with Mrs. Knapp. "And so Mr. Knapp is coming home to-morrow?" I said. Mrs. Knapp gave me a quick lgok. "Yes," she said. There was something in her tone that set me to thinking that there was more than I knew behind Mr. Knapp's sudden return. "I hope he is not ill," I said politeb'. "I think you will find him all right when you see him. But here you nwst meet Mr. and Mrs. Carter. They are just from the East, and very charming people, and as you are to do them the honors on Monday evening, you should know them." Mr. and Mrs. Carter had pleasant faces and few Ideas, and as the conversational fire soon burned low I souught Mrs. Knapp and took my leave. Luella was nowhere to be seen. "You must be sure that you are well guarded," said Mrs. Knapp. "It quite gives me the terrors to think of those murderous fellows. And since you told me of that last plot to call you down to Borton's, I have a presentiment that seme special danger is ahead of you. Be cautious as well as brave." I thanked her as she pressed my hand, and, with no Luella awaiting me by the stair. I took my way down the stone steps, between the bronze lions, find joined Porter and Barkhouse oo the sidewalk.

CHAPTER XVI. An Echo of Wcrnlnj. "All quiet?" I asked of my guards, as we took our way down the street. "Dicky Nahl was along here," said Porter, "and he said Terrill and Meeker and the other gang wes holding a powwow at Borton's, and we'd best look out for surprises." "Was that all?" "Well, he said he guessed there was a new deal on hand, and they was a-

fcuzzm' like a nest of hornets."

Well." said I, "wo had better go boys; and close the door."

Dicky Nahl came strong upon me, and

I looked ahead to the murky halls, and glanced at everyway as though I expected an ambush. Porter and Barkhouse marched stolidly along, showing little disposition to talk. "What's that?" I exclaimed, stopping to listen. "What was it?" asked Barkhouse, as we stopped on the upper landing and gazed Into the obscurity. "I thought I heard a noise," said I. "Who's there?" "It was a rat," said Porter. "I've heard 'em out here of nights." "Well, just light that other gas jet." I said. "It will help to make things pleasant In case of accidents." The doors came out of the darkness p.s the second jet blazed up, but nothing else was to be seen. Suddenly there was a scramble, and something sprang up before my door. Torter and I raised the revolvers that were ready In our hands, but Barkhouse spring past us, and in an instant had closed with the figure and held it in his arms. There was a volley of curses, oaths mingled with sounds that reminded me of nothing so much as a spitting cat, and a familiar voice screamed in

almost inarticulate rage: "Let me go, damn, ye, or I'll knife ye!" "Gocd heavens!" I cried. "Let her go, Barkhouse. It's Mother Borton." Mother Borton freed herself with a vicious shake, and called down the wrath of Heaven and hell on the stalwart guard. "You're the black-hearted spawn of the sewer rats, to take a respect nh!ft woman like a bag of meal," cried Mother Borton indignantly, -ith a fresh string of oaths. "It's fire and brimstone you'll be tasting yet. an you'd 'a' been there before now, you miserable gutter-picker, if it wasn't

for me. And this Is the thanks I git from ye!M "Come in," I said, unlocking the door and lighting up my room. "You can be as angry as you like In here, and it wor.'t hurt anything." Mother Bcrton stormed a bit. and then sullenly walked in and took a chair. Silence fell on her as she crossed the threshold, but she glowerered on us with fierce eyes. "It's quite an agreeable surprise to see you." I ventured as cheerfully as I could, as she made no move to speak. My followers looked awkward and uncomfortable. At the sound of my voice. Mother Borton's bent brows relaxed a little. "If yvu'd send these fellows out, I reckon we could talk a bit better," she said sourly-

'Certainly. Just wait in the hall,

for your business none knows it better than me. I don't know why I should

j put myself out to help ye." Her tone ! had a touch of pathos under its hardI ness. i "I know why," I salfl, a little touchi ed. "It's because you like me." She turned a softened eye on me. "You're right," she said almost tenI derly, with a flash of womanly feeling 1 on her seamed and evil face. "I've took a fancy to ye and no mistake, and I'd

risk something to help ye." "I knew you would," I said heartily. "And that's what I come to do." she said with a sparkle cf pleasure in her eye. "I've come to warn ye." "New dangers?" I inquired cheerfully. My prudence suggested that I had better omit any mention of the warning from Dicky Nahl. "The same ones." said Mother Borton shortly, "only more of 'em." "What is the latest plot?" I asked gravely, as I fancied that my light manner grated on my strange guest. "I don't know," ate said slowly. "But you know something," I argued. "Maybe you know what I know better than I knows it myself," growled

Mother Borton with a significant j

glance. I resigned myself to await er humor. "Not at all," said I carelessly. "I only know that you've come to tell me something, and that you'll tell it in your own good time." "It's fine to see that you've learned not to drive a woman," she returned with grim irony. "It's something to know at your age." I smiled sympathetically upon her, and she continued: "I might as well tell ye the whole of it, though I reckon my throat's as like to be slit over it as not." "I'll never breathe a word of it," I replied fervently. "I'd trust ye," she said. "Well, there was a gang across the street to-night across from my place, I mean and that sneaking Tom Terrill and Darby Meeker, and I reckon all the rest of

'em, was there. And they was runnin' back and forth to my place, and a-drinkin' a good deal, and the more they drinks the louder they talks. And I hears Darby Meeker say to one feller, 'We'll git him, sure! and I listens with all my ears, though pretendin' to see nothin. 'We'll fix it this time,' he said; 'the Old Un's got his thinkin' cap on.' And I takes In every word, and by one thing and another I picks up that there's new schemes afoot to tap ye. They was a-sayin' as it might be an Idee to take ye as you come out of Knapp's to-night." "How did they know I was at Knapp's?" I asked, somewhat surprised, though I had little reason to be when I remembered the number of spies who might have watched me.

"Why, Dicky Nahl told 'em," said Mother Borton. "He was with the gang and sings it out as pretty as you please." This gave me something new to think about, but I said nothing. "Well," she continued, "they says at last that won't do, fer it'll git 'em into trouble, and I reckon they're argyfying over their schemes vit. But one thing I finds out." Mother Borton stopped and looked at me anxiously. "Well." I said Impatiently, "what was it?" "They're a-sayln as how, if you're killed, the one as you knows onll have to git some one else to look after the boy, and mebbe he won't be so smart about fooiin' them." TLa.t's an excellent idea," said I. 'If they only knew that I was the other fellow they could see at once what I a bright scheme they had hit upon." ; "Maybe they ain't a-goin' to do it," j said Mother Borton. "There's a heap

them out, and send Porter to reconnoiter." "Who told you to git -your men together?" "A little idea of my own." "You've got some sense, after all." The reinforcements were soon ready to take orders, and Porter returned to bring word that no suspicious person was in sight in the street. "I reckon I'd best go, then," said Mother Borton. "I den't want no knife ia rae Jest ytt, but if there's no one to see me I'm all right." I pressed Mother Borton to take two of my men as escort, but she sturdily refused. "Tiey'd know something was up If I was to go round that way, and I'd

be a bloody ghost as soon as they , could ketch me alone," she said. 1 "Well, good night or is It mornin'? And do take keer of yourself, dearie." And, so saying. Mother Borton muffled

herself up till it was hard to tell whether she was man or woman, and trudged away. Whatever designs were brewing in the night-meeting of the conspirators, they did not appear to concern my immediate peace of body. The two following days were spent in quiet. In spite of warnings, I began to believe that no new plan of action had been de-termined on, and I bent my steps to the office that had been furnished by Doddridge Knapp. I hardly expected to meet the King of the Street. He had, I supposed, returned to the city, but he had set Wednesday as the day for resuming operations in the market, and I did not think that he would be found here on Monday. The room was cold and cheerless, and the dingy books in law-calf appeared to gaze at me in mute protest as I looked about me. The doors that separated me from Doddridge Knapp's room were shut and locked. What was behind them? I wondered. Was there anything in Doddridge Knapp's room that bore on the mystery of the hidden boy, or would give the clue to the murder cf Henry Wilton? If vengeance was to be mine; if Doddridge Knapp was to pay the penalty of the gallows for the death of Henry Wilton, it must be by

the evidence that I should wrest from him and his tools. I, had just secured

the key that would fit the first door

AMERICAN WOMEN ' nose "ls red &n1 he ltps r stiff and Tvr rrnTT2tr tvtc I cheeks harsh with cold, that even the

lAi JL.i. VJJ-iA JAA. JalljiJ

"SelCiib,' Grabbing, Sour," Say Crltl "AVorld Flndlnjc Them Out."

If you are getting the least bit vain, girls, and have an idea that American women are Juet a little better than any other women, do listen to this harangue! It come from an English woman

most beautiful of women ought to ven- , ture to wear ermine only by gaslight, i when It looks wonderfully soft and

luxurious. Black lynx, with Its long, silky hair.

! ia again immensely popular. It la a substantial fur and universally be

coming. The newest lynx muffs are

larger than evr, and are like the big !

round ones our grandmothers carried. I

Our Pattern Department

LADIES' CORSET COVER.

who is supposed to be a keen observer, j The fla pfl,ow . milff ,3

It almost sterns as If some captivatln

American girl must have run off with her pet noglewoman. "The American woman is visablo a long way off. Indeed she is visible the minute you set eyes upon her. She can be picked out of a multitude. She makes gestures and they are not al-

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! stylish, and the newer ones show all ! sorts of trimming of fur. lace, ribbona, and chiffon. ! Fashion lias brought us again the ; f ur-trim:ned dress and there never was j anything prettier than the deep band i of fur about the bottom of the skirt.

Is a wraps

from. One of the

of

ways soft ones, either. She shakes hrjwealth of mUe f ur.trlnlme1

. , ana frocKs to choose

i Siiftt-st white ciiifh Rflt n riiiA nn.l

mation. And ehe waves her arris, i,., , '

, iiiuiiuoii h nu i:ie son, uuuy swansshrugs her phoulders and makes the , ,u i , , , , , , . , , down of the long ago. There Is a band wildest of motions with her hands .,, ,v,,, . , i, ,,

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which, by tho way, are never quite still.

"The American woman wears a uni

form. She thinks she dresses well. But she is mistaken upon that point. Her dress is a shirt waist and a sepa

rate skirt, and she clings to it re

ligiously. Ono a week she puts on a

Paris creation, but she feels and looks uncomfortable in it. She loves to wear a shirt waist, and she Is usually garbed In one. It fits badly.

Ins skirt, and some again used on the coat which has kimono shaped sleeves and a lovely silver-broldered vest. The swandown appears on a big white hat of satin felt, and there are graceful, rolling ostrich tips, which complete the trimming.

IF FI'HS tir.T MKT.

hi

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Io not worry if your furs get wet. The animals which thev orltrlnnllv- .-v-

luoks untidy. Is stiffly starched and it ,.,,. ,,..!.. u .

I..-. . i i ii ui-uii iibij&ui uui in i tier does not always meet tho skirt i Ti... i .

iiiiii. iiui uij iitiL li v ii) irv inpm ev

B'jiiarr'iy. IjUI, never inula, 11 is an independent way to dress. And, above all things, the American woman delights in her independence.

"The American woman is supposed

to be renowned as the original of the

famous Gibson pictures. In every

boudoir yes, and in every picture

gallery that Is the Gibson girl. And the American woman points to the tall,

proud svelte young person and de

clares that it is herself. But she is mistaken. Tho Gibson girl is an

English woman.

"I will not describe her manners.

She is too dressed up to think of any

one but herself. She Is seltlsh, grab

bing, scowling and sour. She does not deserve one-tenth of her reputation

for cleverness and not one particle j

of her reputation for beauty.

has plenty of both. Or she had. But

the world is fast finding out about her. Boston Herald.

ra In.

cpt by a shake to remove the moisture. Then hang them up and leave them. Nearly all the furs are moisten-

ed before they leave tho store to give them a gloss and lustre when they ! reach their purchasers. The curlod i furp, such as the Persian lamb, are

sprayed. It wants a person who understands the business to do this, however, for If the skin back of the fur is dampened it Is likely to shrink.

A I SIJ FOIt LfCi GI.OVHS.

WHAT FI RS AUK MOST WORX

I had taken the impression of the lock and had it made without definite purpose, but now I was ready to act.

With a sinking heart but a clear

head I put the key cautious!' to the lock and R3ntly turned it. The key

fitted perfectly, and the bolt flew back

as it made the cirole. I opened the

door into the middle room. The sec

ond door, as I expected, was closed

Would the same key fit the second lock, or must I wait to have another made? I advanced to the second door

and was about to try the key when b.

sound from behind it turned my blood

to water.

Beyond that door, from the room I

had supposed to be empty, I heard a

groan.

I stood as if petrified, and, in the broad daylight that streamed in at the

window, with the noise and rush of Clay street ringing In my ears, I felt my hair rise as though I had come on a ghost. I listened a minute or

more, but heard nothing.

"Nonsense!" I thought to myself; "it

was a trick of the imagination."

I raised my hand once more to the

lock, when the sound broke again,

louder, unmistakable. It was the voice

of one in distress of body or mind.

I listened with all my ears. Then there came through the door the low,

stern tones of a man's voice speak

ing earnestly, pleadingly, threatening

ly, but in a suppressed monotone.

Then the groan burst forth again, and it was followed by sobs and

choked sounds, as of one who protested, yet, strangely, the voice wa3 the

same. There was one man. not two.

was self-accusation, self-excuse, and

the sobs seemed to come in answer to

self-reproaches.

Then there was sound as of a man praying, and the prayer was broken

by sobs; and again I thought there

were two men. And then there was

a noise of a man moving about, and a long smothered groan, as of one in

agony of spirit. Fearful that the doer might be flung open in my face, I tip

toed back to my room, and silently

turned the key, as thoroughly mysti

fied as ever I had been in the strange

events that naa crowded my Ife since I had entered the city.

Phe warm weather which October

so bountifully bestowed has given somo excellent opportunities for bar

gains in furs, and Just as soon as the

weather begins to be severely cold tho price bounds up again.

Russian sable is again the fashion

able fur, and very beautiful and verv

Xow that short gloves are In again, women are. looking around for somo way to use the perfectly good wrists of their long gloves. It was one of the ironies of the long glove fashion.

Yet sho!ttlat tll hands wore out, while the

wrists, which had doubled the price, were as good as ever.

One girl who is always finding clever ways of using up the left overs of dress, baa just made herself a hand

some black kid belt out of a pair of

gloves. The foundation was stiff lin

ing canvas, and the kid was laid smoothly over the foundation, turned

in on tho edges and stitched with heavy

black silk. There was a neat piecing down the middle of the back where

the wrists were Joined to make th

length, but instead of trying to cover

this up. an ornamental feature was

it from tho

costly they are. One of the newest

models is a fascinating kimono-shaped made of it by stitching

lacket fomlnff lust to the bins a n.l ! outside for times. lhe belt rastenea

with the big, wide sleeves caught in ! in front with an ordinary buckle from

at the waist line. Tails llnlsh the j an old belt

bottom of the jacket, which Is very Still another use has been found for soft and very beautiful. the gloves by a young matron who Is

One of the smartest touches shown i making baby moccasins out of them

this gpason is the bands of stitched She has a regular pattern, such as can

cloth which trim the newest fur ear-1 be bought for flannel socks, but tho

merits.

Sea otter Is one of the season's

novelties also and will be much used fo rtrimming. There was never a season when furs were so extensively combined and some of the combinations are really more startling than

pleasing. One of the very pretty new

combinations Is shown in a dolman

like wrap of seal skin, short in the back and with a cape-like effect in the back and over the shoulders. It is richly trimmed all around with Hud

son Bay sables, which have the wonderful rich, dark brown color.

Of course, ermine and chincilla are

the "dress" furs as they are very soft and beautiful and are exquisite with

handsome gowns. The matching of the chinchilla skins must be done with

rare skill, and as these little ani

mals are so small, the making of a chinchilla garment requires Infinite

patience and costs a small fortune. A long pelerine of chinchillas which was

recently seen, was lined with white satin and gracefully trimmed with

ermine. White ermine remains the

fur "de lmxe." It is not becoming enough to many people to mnke the average person unhappy through not

possessing It. It looks so very cold on a cold day when the tip of the

wau in fern q; 1 f km II; m !mAto

rattern No. D924. The new designs

in underwear show flu same chango in style to be noted la the outside gar

ments. As tho waist ltno is considerably higher titan It was. a closo-fittins corset cover will be found essential to many of the new modes. The one shown

ia fitted ly darts, underarm and slda back seams, which gl.es a smooth, adjustment to the figure. Many of tho imported corset covers are made very

plain, just a dainty ruffle of narrow lace finishing the edge of the neck and the short puff sleeves; or If th-9

sleeve is not used, tho lace is sewed to the armhole. The neck can be cut either round or square. Cambric, long-cloth, linen and dimity are used for the making. For 36-lnch bust measure one and three-eighths yards ot 36 inch material will be required. Sizes for 32, 34, 3G, 3S, 40. 42 and 44 inches bust measure. This pattern will be sent to yon on receiptof 10 cents. Address all orders to the Pattern Department of this paper. He 6ure to guve M7.e and number of pattern wanted. For convenience, writo your order on the following coupon:

No 5324. SIZIu NAME ADDRESS..

kid ones wear much longer and are far

more cunning. One pair out of the wrists of a pair of white evening gloves were tied with pink ribbon and looked far from home made.

niBBox oons ami ends.

A use has been found for th Ilttlo odds and ends of ribbon. They are now used for tom-thumb sachets, which are Just the thing for luncheon favors and for pinning to one's frock to Impart a delicate fragrance. The tiny pockets which contain the sachet powders ar about an Inch square and sewed to the ribbon. The ends of the ribbon are brought forward to cover the bag, and are shaped to form a dainty flower. Of course, upon the morsel of ribbon

j in hands depends the kind of flower to

be made. Thus, pale pink makes charming little wild roses, purple a pansy, yellow a buttercup, white a dogwood, and so on.

soap and hot water, rinsing in cold, sop the alcohol all over the ekln. rubbing it In wherever there Is an especially bad streak. A good neck powdering In the morning before the collar la put on protects the neck from that Irritating chafing which causes so many of the abominable etrraks.

ONE BAY'S MEM'.

FOB THE TOIIiET.

What fashion women, creases

a boon this high stiff collar will be for scrawny-necked It covers up all the ugly dark and the bones so completely

BREAKFAST. Grapes. Fried Hominy nnd Syrup. Coffee. Corn Muffins.

LUNCHEON'.

Oyster Rolls. Slewed Tomatoes,

Banana and Nut Salad. Baked Custard. ' Chocolate:

DINNER. Vegetable Soup. Roast Mutton. Currant Jelly. Mashed Potato. Squash, Orange Pie. Coffee.

and yet for some unfathomable reason

gave me his confidence and emnloy- that for the daytime at least It makes rnnt imnW tho hUf that T was Hen. I very little difference what kind of a

ry Wilton. But I had been atle to get

' neck a woman has. But in the evening

i comes the

fad.

dark side of the Necks that have

starched grown

nn bint nf irhn tbo hnv mVit bo nr ;

wnere ne was concealed, or wno was ; sraooth and white during tha long stay. the hidden woman who employed mp ; of the nnseTle waist with itB soft colto protect hira, or why he was sought lar aro suddenly becoming as streaked

by Doddridge Knapp. i How long I sat by the desk waiting, ! thinking, planning, I knew not. One scheme of action after another I had .

o' things :aid ever the liquor that don't j

git no further, but you'll bo a fool if you don't look cut. Now, do as I tell ycu. You just keep more icen around you. Keep eyes in the back of your head, and if you see there's a-goin' to

be trouble, jest you shoot first and ax

questions about it afterward. They

talked of getting you down on the water-front or up in Chinatown with some bogus message and said how easy it would be to dispose of you without leaving clu?s behind 'em. Now, don't you sleep here without three or four men oa guard, and don't you stir round nights with less than

CHAPTER XVII. In a Foreign Land.

The groans and prayers, if they con

tinued, could be heard no longer through the double doors, and I seated

myself by the desk and took account of the ev-nts that had brought me to my present position. Where did I stand? What had I accomplished? What had I learned? How was I to reach the end for which I struggled and bring justice to the sraysr cf my murdered friend? As I passed in review t"e occurrences that had crowded the few weeks since my arrival, I was compelled to confess that I knew little more of the mys-

.. ! teries that surrounded me than on the

night I arrived. I knew that I was tossed between two opposing forces. I knew that a mysterious boy was supposed to be under my protection, and

considered and rejected, when a sound broke on my listening ears. I started up in feA-erlsh anxiety. It was from the room beyond, and I stole toward the door to leam what it might mean. Burning with impatience, I thrust aside the fears of the evil that might follow hasty action. I had drawn the

and stained as ever, and a pretty evening neck is won only after a long struggling. There seems to be something in starch, by the way, which is responsible for this brownness. But starched collars we must wear if Dame Fashion says so, so the best thing is to hunt up a remedy. Pure medicinal alcohol, or, if one prefers, good cologne, is about the best way of taking off the ordinary collar stain. Peroxide, of course, is a good bleach for any kind of stain, but these streaks on the neck

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mm my lire was sougni ana ceienaea. I knew that Doddpidge Knapp had caused the murder of Henry Wlltca,

key and raised it to the slot, when I are so continuous, fresh every day, one

heard a step in th;. middle room. I had but time to retreat to my desk when a key was fitted in the lock, the door was flung open, and Doddridge Knapp stepped calmly into the room. "Ah, Wilton." said "the King of the Street affably, "I was wondering If I should find you here." There was no trace cf surprise or

; agitation in the face before me. If

this wa3 the man whose prayers and peroxide is a bit stro

j groans and sob had come to me i through the locked door. If he baa j wrestled with his conscience or even i had been the accusing conscience of

another, his face wa3 a mask that

might almost say, that It seems a little dangerous to use this cure consta ntly. Girls who let the neck go a3 it Is most of the time and bleach it only now and then when they are going out in the evening, will find the peroxide the most powerful thing to use, and It will be quite harmless If cold cream is rubbed in immediately afterward. But for every night application the

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hol wi!l work quite as well. After washing the neck thoroughly with

Ojmtr-r ItoIU Take four dinner rolls and cut off one end of each for a lid, Bcoop out the soft part, leaving the crust, which must be put Into smoking hot fat and fried a golden color. Scald twelve oysters In their liquor.

Melt one ounce of butter, add on ounce of flour, gradually add the oyster liquor, stir till it bolls, add salt and pepper, a few drops of lemon Juice, half a cup of crearn, one tablespoonf ul of crumbs, and the oysters cut In halves. Fill the rolls with this mixture, put them in the oven for 10 minutes, put on tho lids and serve hot, decorated with parsley. Orange VI One-fourth cup of butter, three-fourths cup sugar, juice of one orange, Juice of one-half lemon, grated rind one-half lemon, yolks three eggs, white of one egg.

Cream the butter, add gradually th

sugar, orange juice, lemon jutco ana rind and beat until light. Then add the egg yolks well beaten, and the w'lite beaten stiff. Bake In one crust.

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