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"T7 99 The Story of ii a Great Love

A Thrilling Serial of Devotion and Mystery

Sketches from Life

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Z cs, my dear chap," exclaimed Mr. ; Paton testily, "but come to the point" p "That's just what I'm . doing. retorted Mr. Booker lazily. "Give me t, lime. I'm weighing my words. You chaps are so darned hastyi As I was ?. saying, there's a certain amount of r Justification in your theory that the L only explanation of her sudden disap- ; pearance is" t "A man!" "As you say. A man : hut what I say, also is that you can't prove Ut you can't, Paton, my boy! There's nothing you've told me that justifies it beyond the theory, and pooh! what's Paton's 2 theory? You've had a lot of em, haven't you; and lots of 'em have been . awful wrong 'uns, haven't they?" -i "That's neither here nor there," said i Mr. Payton, flushing slightly at the f: memory of a few past failures among fa record list of successes, but failures , which, were always remembered t 1 hough the successes were forgotten, especially by his candid friends, ; -among whom Mr. Booker, of New York, was by no means the least. "The fact remains that since I saw Sir Godfrey Brooke this morning I have asv; .certained several important things," - he concluded. "The third seems the only really important thing," remarked the American ruthlessly.

"I maintain that all three point to on a thing, and one thins only, insisted Mr. Paton, "and that is that" he lowered his voice and glanced around as if fearing he might have another listened "that is," he repeated, "that Sir Godfrey has been fooled all the time, and that her ladyship has bolted with her lover! - - - - VPooh! You can't defend such a position," said Booker. "She's been seen about a lot with a man," said Paton. "I've found out quite a lot about her. Mind you, she was left entirely to herself for the best part of two years. She is young, pretty and rich. And, after all is said and done, : women are only women Booker. "For instance, , Sir Godfrey : hasn't got the slightest idea that her ladyship went down to his country place yesterday afternoon. You see, I have discovered that. -Even the servants didn't know, except one of them, and she was bribed to keep it quiet. That isn't the behavior of a woman who is living openly, is it? "Then again, Booker, her banking account. What about that? She drew out every penny she had, bar a few pounds for the sake of appearances, yesterday. Why! Pshaw! It's as plain as a pikestaff to me!" More Monday.

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1 Copyright. 1916, by the McClure ; Piggie Wigg was a white fat pig and nice to look at. and Piggie Wigg knew that he was fine looking because he saw himself once in a pool of water and then again in a bright tin milkpan standing by a tree to dry. But one morning Piggy Wigg had a shock and the shock hurt his pride very, very much. Piggie was standing before the cellar window which reflected his good-looking little self, when along came Henny Penn. "Good morning, Piggie Wigg." she ' said. "You are certainly a very vain fellow, always looking at yourself. : And you would be very fine looking if it were not for the black on your side. Yes, Piggie Wigg, if you could only be rid of that black, spot you would certainly be very fine looking, but that is a blemish you cannot rub off." Piggie Wigg was far too astonished to reply, and Henny Penn was out of fight before Piggie recovered from the shock she gave him and took another look at his fat white self in the cellar window. ' Piggie Wigg twisted and turned his head, but it was of no use. His neck was too short. He could not see the pot and he did not really believe it ' was there, so he ran off to Miss Molly Cow in the pasture, knowing that she would tell him the truth, because she .vas so gentle and kind. She would not, hurt your feelings if she knew it. "Miss Molly," asked Piggie. "have I a black spot on my Eide right over my hip?" Miss Molly Cow stopped eating grass and looked with kindly eyes at Piggie Wigg. "Why, yes, you have a small black

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: p -t i is.li t over your hip." the said.' rut :ou are so fine looking it duesj ;ot matt?r." Piggie Wi.5g looked so unhappy that .'iiss Molly ;isk?d him what had hap-.

"Oh.' dear, I thought I was all white F.nd handsome." takl Piggie Wigg", beginning to cry. "and here I have been wraring this black spot all the time. It is too bad. Whatever will I do?" "Don't do anything," said Miss Molly. "You were made that way and

I think it looks very nice with yourj

handsome white skin. Forget all about it. figgfe Wigg, and run back home to your breakfast." But Piggie Wigg did not want any breakfast ; he wanted to be rid of the

FOND OF CHILDREN. . ' "Is she fond of children ?

"X Ehould say so. rf She's fought two ' husbands in court for the custody of j ih'm."' - . '

BUSS. "Madarn. i wunst had a million dolars an' lost it thro' de law." "How. my poor fellow?" "A f w" yn g y ' black spot although he had never seen it. So off the ran to Doctor Duck to ask his advice. "Yes, yes," said Doctor Duck, after looking Piggie over, "I see you have a black spot yes, indeed, yes, indeed." "I know I have a black spot," said Piggie, rather angrily, "but I want to

know, Doctor Duck, how to be rid of

it." "Yes, yes, I know, I know," said

Doctor Duck, snapping his bill once or twice. "Why, yes, to be sure, we must think of some way to be rid of the

black spot, Piggie Wigg; we must! think of some way, to be sure. I think j I will scrape it; yes. I think v I will! scrape it; to be sure, I will scrape thei

Dlack spot, said Doctor Duck. "I will scrape it with my knife, that will surely take away the spot." So Piggie stood . still and bravely stood the scraping of Doctor Duck's knife, for he did not mind the hurt if he could be handsome. "Now you must diet," said Doctor Duck, "you must diet, Piggie Wigg; you must diet for three days." "What is that?" asked Piggie, frightened out of his wits. "Is it anything to do with being dead?" "Oh. no, you will not die, Piggie Wiss; ' you" just diet, just diet, that is all" ."It is enough," said Piggie, "and it sounds very much to me like die, and, Doctor Duck, I don't wish to die; I want the block spot removed, but I wish to live, and you say di-et, for three days. Do you mean DIE for tLree days?" asked Piggie, trembling. "Oh, no; oh, no," said Doctor Duck.

"Diet means that you are to eat but very little if anything, and then only what I shall tell you. Only what I shall tell your to eat, Piggie Wigg."

"For how long did you say I was to

diet?" asked Piggie.

"For three days, for three days, Piggie," said Doctor Duck; "you must not eat anything today, and tomorrow you must eat only a few husks and the next day you may, if I think best, have one potato; just one, mind you, if the spot does not return." "No I won't, Doctor Duck," said Piggie. "If that is what I have to do to be rid of that spot I will let it stay. I am almost starved now and in three days I will die, and then what good will it do me to be, rid of the spot?" And off .ran Piggie. Wigg, to his breakfast as fast as his four little legs would carry him, and never again did he complain of the black spot, for of course it came back when the bristles grew out again. .

ejatherinff up the papers, W'aren nqw . strode into the front room, where he ; lowered the 'awnings and settled bim-j self by the window.

Helen watered tne geraniums, straightened her room and put the bed to air. B.ut, still smarting under the humiliation of the borrowed cream, not for a moment could she take her thoughts from Mrs. Gprdon. In some ways Helen was almost vindicative. She ardently hated this woman for the rumors she had circulated about their "closeness." Now she would say they did not even take enough cream for the coffee! "Helen!" There was a tense, startled note in Warren's voice. "Read this," holding out the paper, as she came running in.

'-. QALTON A SUICIDE 1 . Dead in the Bathroom Wi o Prostrated Denies There Wss Any Cause For the Tragedy ; Friends Say His Affairs Were Involved. . Mr. J. L. Dalton, an importer, living at 137 West street, was found in his bath rooms this morning, shot through the head. He had been dead for several hours. Dr. Kirkland, the 'physician in the same house, who was summoned, said death had been instantaneous. , Mrs. Dalton is prostrated, and is now under the care of their family physician. She denies there was any cause for her husband's suicide, but it is known that he has brooded over his business which has been much affected by the war. For a long moment Helen stood

The two girls had few recreations. After standing all day behind a counter, waiting upon a horde of querulous shoppers, Julia's one wish was to go home, eat her supper and spend the hours left before bedtime in reading. ?" In the evening Caryl had her school work to do. At. least Julia insisted that she should do this and was inflexible in the matter in spite of the younger girl's protests that she was "tired" or. that she knew tomorrow's lesson already. Sometimes on Saturday nights Julia, permitted herself and Caryl the rare luxury of a trip to the theatre. Seated high in the second balcony the pair would watch the performance with breathless interest. On Sunday mornings they went to a church of the denomination to which their mother had belonged, and in the afternoon they rode far out into the country on the tolley, or strolled through Central Park or one of the city's museums. It was a quiet life and a frugal one, but Julia was not dissatisfied. There was always in her mind the thought that she was earning her own living and that appreciation strengthened her in the purpose that had at first seem

ed so useless. Moreover, although she had never quite lost her fear of the great city 6he was learning to think it wonderful. Often she slipped into Mrs. Halloran's tidy rooms for a half hour's chat and the wise Irishwoman with her kind heart gave her comfort and not a little wise advice. The girls at the counter with her in Baird's store had shown themselves friendly to her. Caryl was the source of Julia's only anxiety. She would tell herself some

times that if it were not for her uneasiness about her younger sister she

would be quite content. Caryl did not ! seem to be progressing in her work! and she was constantly complaining j of people and conditions in the school j she attended. She bad learned to ; write fairly well, although not with ; rapidity, upon the machine that Julia ! had rented for her, and she claimed

that she was asw:ell grounded as she cared to be in the rudiments of shorthand. One evening in mid-summer Julia, entering her room, found Caryl sitting upon the bed, her books on the floor, while on her lips was a mutinous pout that Julia knew and dreaded.

"Judy," said' the younger girl ab-i ruptly. "I'm not going back to that ; old school. It's horrid!" j ... "Not going, back!" repeated Julia, j in consternation. "What's the matter?" j "I'm tired," answered Caryl pettishly. "I'm tired of working for nothing. ! Here I work my fingers to the bone day and night and " . Remembering her efforts to induce! her little sister to study, Julia could ; not repress a smile, and Caryl, seeing it, lost her self control. j "You may smile in that sunerior I way if you like. Julia Marvin!" she; exclaimed hotly. ''Of course, you don't want me to do what I wish about

anything, but all the same. I. tell you I am not going back to that old place!" f "Suppose," " suggested Julia calmly, "that before you - fly off into' a' temper you tell me. what is the matter.' Caryl." -."There'8 "nothing particular the-matter," muttered Caryl sulkily. "But I'm sick of being bossed." It was not so bad as long as I had a man teaching me. He was quite pleasant. You know I told you of some, of, the kind things he said to me. But now they've put a woman in his' place and she is a cross old thing. She doesn't like me and she pesters me all the time.. Jalia felt that , the" moment : bad come for strong speech,, and she drew in her breath quickly. "Yes," she said,

QUITE PLIABLE. Peck boasted of his iron will But, married, he did find The iron in that will of hia Was of the softest kind!

"as long as there .was a -man teaching you,' a man'who liked- your looks' and told youl so, and was nice to you " becauseyou were pretty it was all right But! nowvwhen . you have a woman teacher, who doesn't care: whether you are pretty or not, you want to give up the work and make the money paid for your tuition go for- nothing. That's about it, isn't it?" . "Well, I wont work under that womanI won t! I won't!" sobbed Caryl, throwing herself upon i the bed in a storm of angry tears, "I'd I'd rather be in a convent than in -this dull old place where we never- see anyone,;or meet-anyone, and nobody cares to give us a good time." - Julia gazed at her sister-for a long moment in silence. - "Sometimes, my. dear,? she said slowly at last, "sometimes I almost think that a convent would be about the place for you, af-

j ter afl. Yes, little sister, I almost be

lieve that!" She went'to tie window and stood looking --down rinto the dusty street. Her face was very pale. Caryl lay, face downward, on the bed where she had thrown herself In- tearful protest, against returning to "that horrid school." On the 'bureau the, little alarm clock ticked away busily From far-down -the street -came the dull roar of the elevated train.- , .. It was ; Julia , who ,spoke first. She had the. baffled. sensation of one who. while -understanding the' attitude of another, feels' in herself no 'sympathy with it. ' "Caryl," she said 'dispassionately, "instead of lying there like a five-year -old child, suppose you sit up and tell me what is really the matter." . No reply came from- the prostrate girl except a strangled sob.

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INDIANAPOLIS. April 22.. Indianapolis school bttilding8 are overcrowded, lacking uniform fire escapes, have no separate fire gongs, and ' many rooms- are unsanitary. These facts were made public today in the report of Jacob H. Hilkene, commissioner of buildings who has Investigated nine of the sixty buildings.

stunned. Mr. Dalton! She saw, him as she saw him last sitting in front of of them at the theatre his closely cropped gray hair, well-groomed shoulders and the . prosperous "man--about-town" air. And Mrs. Dalton almost an invalid, middle aged, without children. What would she have to live for? "Poor Mrs. Dalton!" quivered Helen. "Poor Mrs. Dalton!" "Yes, it's tough on her." Warren

was staring out the window, at the blue-taped scallops of the awning. "W'hat can wo do?" tremulously. "Shouldn't we do something?" "Dalton's got a lot of relatives we'd only be buttin in." -With reddening eyes, she crept into his lap, her face against his coatless shoulder. Her thoughts were blurred. Always personal, into her aching pity for Mrs. Dalton she projected herself. If it had been Warren! She pictured him cold and rigidvon the bathroom floor. Shudderingly ' she pressed against 4he yielding warmth of his arm. , Other women had to live ' through such tragedies. The papers were full of them. Her own life seemed., suddenly joyously care free. How trivial were the .things over which she had been bo unhappy a few moments ago! "Dear, , we've got so 'much! " clinging closer; "We've got each other. Oh,

we shouldn't worry about little things!" "That's right, Kitten." with rare seriousness, as she smoothed her hair. "These are pretty uncertain times for everybody. Long as we've got our health and enough to rub along on we're mighty lucky!" (Another Story Monday.)

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