The Syracuse Journal, Volume 3, Number 22, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 29 September 1910 — Page 3

t-Zelda Dameron—J I * MEREDITH NICHOLSON Copyright. 1904. hr The BobU-M-rriO Co.

CHAPTER XX.—(Continued.) She knew that Mrs. Copeland had Intrusted Leighton with no such message, for she was on telephonic terms with Zelda, and Morris Leighton was of rather heroic proportions for an errand boy. “Mrs. Copeland would never forgive me If I forgot,” said Morris, wishing to prolong his moment at the door. “I shall come if I can,” said Zelda, raising her voice slightly, so that her father might hear. "And I apologize again for disturbing. But I feared Mrs. Copeland’s wrath;” and Morris grinned rather foolishly. "You are a faithful messenger, and I thank yolu very much,” said Zelda, formally; but when the door closed on him and she heard his step on the walk the tears sprang to her eyes in her joy at the thought that he had remembered! When she went back to her father he was poking over his papers at the table. “It was that Leighton fellow. I don’t like him,” said Dameron, sharply. "I’m very sorry,” said Zelda. "I don’t like him,” the old man repeated; and he did not raise his eyes, but kept them upon the papers. "What dreadful liars we are, you and I, Ezra Dameron,” she said, going back to her old post my the mantel. "You have used language to me that is Infamous, blasphemous, from a child to a father}” “Very likely,” she said; “but I can’t discuss these things with you any fur ther.” ! Leighton'S appearance had broken the spell; it had given her new courage and assurance, though it had not lifted the bjurden from her heart. Her father wasr loath to part with her; there was the extension of the trusteeship to be effect; he was about to make an appeal to her, throwing himself on her mercy, when she said, halfturning to go: "You need not be afraid —I will sign your deed. ' And I have not the slightest idea of | holding you to account for •any of your acts. Only’—only”—and her eyes filled and her voice broke — “only you must never speak my mother’s name to me again!” . "Yes; yes, I understand,” he said, absently; though it wks clear that he did not know what she meant. She turned and looked at him musingly, with a composure that was complete; but a barrier in her heart broke down suddenly. “My girlhood, the beautiful ignorance of life, has all gone now. It began to go as soon as I came home to live with you; but I wish—l wish —it had not gone—so wretchedly, so cruelly. Good night.” She spokie with difficulty, and he saw that she was deeply moved; and even after the rustle of her skirts had died away In the hall above he stood looking after Ijier, and listening and wondering. Then he opened a bundle of papers containing his computations and over them in deep absorption. “She will" sign it; she will sign it,” he repeated, though he did not raise his head. He went in and closed the door, muttering, “The corn! The corn!” CHAPTER XXI. At midnight Leighton sat in the old house in Seminary Square debating the situation with Rodney Merriam. “What we said to her this afternoon evidently failed to arouse her. She either doesn’t understand, or she doesn’t care,” "She understands perfectly,” said Merriam; i "but It’s quite like her to wish to shield him. Her mother did It before her. It’s a shame for the money to have gone so; but it was inevitable, and I’m glad it’s over now.” Morris was silent. Rodney Merriam was growing old and the thought of it touched him deeply, for Rodney Merriam was his best friend, a comrade, ah elder brother, who stood to him for manliness and courage, much as Carr represented in his eyes scholarship and professional attainment. “You never saw Zelda’s mother?” asked Merriam, presently. “No.” “Your father and my sister were once engaged to be married,” said Merriam. "Your father was my intimate friend, Morris. We were boys together at college—lt’s your college and mine, too. I’m glad you went there. Your father would have liked it so. Some of the fellows who taught us, taught you. When you saw them you saw gentlemen and scholars. They gave up I the chance of greater things to stay there among the elms and maples of the old campus. “Your father moved here. He was an ambitious man. There was every likelihood of his taking a high place at the bar; and he had, too, a taste for politics. Then he met my sister. She was the youngest member of our family—only a girl at the end of the war. She was a very beautiful woman, Morris. She and Zee are much alike; but Zee has marked traits of her own. I don’t quite account for them. Her mother was a quick-witted woman, well educated for her day. Zee Is more a woman of the world than her mother was and she has more spirit” Merriam opened a drawer in his tabled and drew out a miniature painted on porcelain. He put on his spectacles and studied it intently for a moment before handing it to Leighton. ! , “It was understood in the family that they were to be married, though there was never any formal announcement Your father meanwhile was establishing himself. Then Margaret went East to visit a friend of hers. When I got back, a little later, I sou id that it was all off between her and your father. The girl had never been away from home before, and the people she visited put her through lively paces, it was easy to admire her, and the ' admiration from strangers went to her head. Marlona wasn’t very gay

in those days, and Margaret had missed a gftod deal of the social life that she was entitled to.” i The old man paused, lost In thought i and Morris was glad of the silence. He was trying to construct for himself the past—to see his father as Rodney Mer- > riam had painted him, and to see, too ; Margaret Merriam as she had been when his father knew and loved her. , “There’s no use going into it She ■ stopped writing to your father without any warning that she had changed. She was completely carried’ away with s the excitement of her New York ex- • periences. She was not ready to settle down yet a while, she told him. I 1 supposed it would all come right, for , I had faith in her. She was a truei hearted, gentle woman, but she was : proud and headstrong; and your fath- • er had his pride, too. I don’t blame him for taking it hard. He closed his office here and went back to Tlppeca- ■ noe. I don’t believe they ever saw s each other again. I’m not afraid but that you will do what is right. You : are the son of your father. I don’t believe you take things as hard as he did. Don’t do it. And don’t remember what I have told you to-night. It’s a queer story. And it hasn’t any moral at all. Your father missed something i out of his life —the fine ardor of his ; younger manhood, maybe. But he had your mother and he had you. It wasn’t he that was punished.” He was silent a moment, and then blurted out: "What does Zelda think of Pollock?” “I don’t know!” Morris rose and walked the length of the room. “What does she think of you, then?” demanded looking directly at , Morris. , “I think she hates me,” said Morris. He turned and left the house abruptly, leaving the old man atone with his memories. CHAPTER XXII. Ezra Dameron sat in the sittingroom as he always did, waiting for Zelda to come to breakfast; but as she stood upon.the threshold, whence she had often called her good-morning, he did not look up from the newspaper with his usual smile. She was touched by the pathos of his figure. He seemed older, more shrunken; his profile, as the early light gave it to her, was less hard. His lean cheeks had the touch of color they always wore in the morning from his careful shaving, and his long hair was brushed back with something more than its usual uncompromising smoothness. A certain primness and rigidity in him which had often vexed her, struck only her pity now. “Father!” » He rose and turned toward her with a pathetic appeal in his eyes. “Good morning, Zee,” he said. Habit was strong in him and they usually went to breakfast as soon as she came down. He took a step now toward the dining-room. "Father, I wish to speak to you a moment,” she said, kindly; and he paused. “I am sorry for what happened last night. I was not quite myself; I said things that will always trouble me if you—unless you can forgive me. I was wrong—about everything. You must let me help, if I can help you—in any way.” He said nothing, but stared at her. “What angered me was that you weren’t quite frank, father. I didn’t care about the money. It wasn’t that —but if thingy haven’t gone well with you, I wish to share the burden. No— I mean it—that I am sorry—let us be quite good friends again.” She went up to him quickly and took his hand. “Father,” she said. "Zee, my little girl—my little girl,” he began brokenly, touching her cheeks wdth trembling hands. “Yes, father,” she said, wishing to help him. “I have been very wicked; I have led a bad life. I must not harm you; I am not fit ” “You are my father,” she said, and touched his forehead with her lips, wondering at herself. She led him to the table and talked to him brightly on irrelevant matters. The situation was now in her own hands and she would not fail again. She usually visited the kitchen after breakfast to make her list for the grocer; but this morning she went back to the sitting-room with her father. The autumn morning was cool, and she bent and lighted the fire. "Now,” she said, rising quickly and smiling at him, “there are those bothersome business matters that we were talking about last night. I wish to sign that paper ” He shook his head. “You can’t do it, Zee.” The deed had been torn to pieces and thrown upon the kindling in the grate—half had already been destroyed. “That is probably just as well. We shall make a new one," she said, in a matter-of-course tone. “I wish you would tell me, so that I may understand, just what it is that has happened.” “It’s a long story. I thought I should be able to make a great fortune for you. It was my greed—my greed. What I proposed about the deed was purely selfish —to shield myself. It is a grave matter —I have betrayed you— I have betrayed your mother’s trust I have robbed you.” ’1 haven’t been robbed father, and I don’t intend that anybody shall use such words to me. We shall make the deed; no one need ever know that anything has happened.” “You are kind; you are more than generous, Zee; but I was mad when I asked you to re-create the trust last night I am a bad man; I must face ry sins; I have lived a lying, evil life. I am a thief, worse than a thief.” “My father can’t be a thief,” she said. “I am a thief —your uncle will see that I am punished. And it will be

| better se— if only I did not drag yo« down, smirch your name.” Her strength—her readiness to meet the situation grew as she saw his weakness. “How bad is It, father; have we anything left? Don’t be afraid to tell me. It’s concealment you must avoid. If we haven’t a thing ’’ Her tone reassured him; he lifted hts head with more courage. “This house —the place In the country—they are free. They are yours today. My Investments” —he hesitated and blinked at the word —“they can not come back to Injure you.” “Then this house and the farm are still ours.” “They are yours, not mine. I have wasted so much! It waa a fortune — nearly half a million dollar? when I began throwing it away.” “I don’t believe that’s very much. When you haven’t a million! you’re—you’re not in it!” and she laughed. "The loss of anything else isn’t worth crying over. And then, you might have made a great deal, more out of it.” He flinched, knowing how culpable he was; but her generosity and kindness were lifting his spirit. “I have given you an option on a piece of ground—you -nay know it — out by the creek, and have received a thousand dollars on account of it. It may be binding on you. It grew out of my necessity. It is not fair for me to talk to you of these things at all. You should take advice of some one else—just as though there were no sori of tie between us.” “We are not going to do it that way,” said Zelda, decisively. “We are going to understand this between ourselves. Now this strip of ground that has been practically sold. What is there about that?” “The money should be returned, or offered to them. Balcomb was managing it ” “Mr. Jack Balcomb? —then; of course it wasn’t regular.” "It was my fault, Zee.” "I don’t believe it. He was contriving a pitfail—that is what might have been expected of him. And he came to our house and pretended to be our friend!” "Yes; he pretended that; but I pretended much more. Deceit is something that feeds on itself.” (To be continued.) Comb dries Hair Easily. Numerous devices for drying women’s hair have been designed recently, the majority consisting of complicated

electrical fans Or contrivances, which proved perfectly satisfactory in every way but entirely impractical in the ordinary home. Some simple arrangement, similar to the one recently devised, serves the purpose much better. It consists Os a combined comb and hair dryer which in appearance closely resembles a pair of curling irons. The comb is metallic and has a hoi-

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low back, fitting into which is the heating iron. The latter is in two parts, forming a spring to hold it in place when slipped within the hollow back of the comb. In using this hair dryer the heating iron is held over a gas jet or other flame until hot and inserted into the comb. The heat is transmitted to the teeth of the comb, drying the hair as the comb is drawn through it. With this device the hair can be very quickly and easily dried at the same time as the necessary operation of combing the hair. If Julia Sneezed. Julia Marlowe once yielded to the insistent demands of an ambitious girl admirer who had deluged the actress with sweet notes begging an interview, and told her to call at the hotel on a certain afternoon, when she would be glad to see her. “I saw you in Romeo and Juliet last Monday night,” said the young wornan, “and have just been insanely curious to ask you a question.” “Well, what is the question?” said Miss Marlowe. “In the potion scene I want to know what you are thinking about when you lie there supposed to be in the deep sleep from the effects of the drug you took.” “I’m not thinking,” said the actress; “I’m hoping.” “Hoping?” “Yes, hoping that I won’t sneeze.” Eagle Carried Trap 300 Mlles. A few days ago an eaglp was killed at the Ellison ranch near Edgewobd in the upper part of Siskiyou county. On one of its feet was attached a No. 3 steel trap which had apparently been on the big bird s talon about two weeks. It has just been learned that on November 22 an eagle got into a No. 3 steel trap belonging to N. Greenslate of Plymouth, Amador county, and carried the trap away with it. It is believed. that the eagle killed at Edgewood, which is about 300 miles from Plymouth on an air line, Is the same that escaped with Greenslate’s trap about ten days before. Lightning. Although there is a hidden law underneath, each lightning flash is as freakish and capricious as cynics say of women. Some of the incredible actions of lightning read like mysterious dreams of Poe. Superstitious savants still seem to endow it with a kind of Intelligence, an intelligence that seems midway between the rough, lumpish intelligence of the universe and the discriminating intelligence of animals. Keen, capricious, malicious or stupid, farseeing or blind, behold it squirming, writhing, twisting out into space, harmlessly flickering among man and trees, or loaded up to the clouds with instant death and destruction. Women are like babies; they have to cry for nearly everything they want.

I CAP and BELLS DID THINGS BY COMBINATION Irish Coachman Causes Much Embarrassment by Bringing Doctor, Parson and Undertaker. A gentleman in wdnt of a coachman had an Irishman apply for the situation, when the following conversation took place between them: “You know, Pat, if I engage you, I shall expect you to do things by combination. For instance, if I tell you to bring the carriage round at a given time, I shall expect the horses with it and driving gloves, etc.” “Yes, sorr,” said Pat. He was duly engaged, and gave satisfaction. One day his master came to him in a hurry, telling him to look sharp and go for a doctor, as his mistress was 111. Pat was gone for a long time, and on his master grumbling at him for his delay he said: “Sure, they’re all here, sorr.” “All here?” said the master. “What do you mean?” “Didn’t you tell me to do things by combination ?” “What’s that got to do with it?” said the master. “Well,” said Pat, “I’ve got the doctor, the parson and the undertaker.” Presence of Mind. The merchant from the country had asked for credit on a bill of goods, and the junior partner, on pretense of looking for a missing handkerchief, had gone into the private office to consult the senior partner. “Do as you please about it,” said the senior, in his big, gruff voice, in response to a whispered inquiry; “but he used to be slow pay, didn’t he?” “Slope AT’ responded the junior, in an equally loud voice; “no, sir, the miners have been working nearly a week in slope C.” Then he went back to his customer. “I found it,” he said. “What was It we were talking about, Mr. Smithkins—O, I remember. You wanted time on those goods. Well, that will be all right, Mr. Smithkins.” Gloriousl "My! That must have been a lovely dream you were having,” said the ingenue, when the train stopped with a sudden jerk, causing the leading man to wake up and catch his hat. as it was rolling to the floor of the car. “I never saw such a pleased expression as you had on your face!” "It was a beautiful dream,” he admitted. “The most glorious dream I ever had!” “What was it?” *T was dreaming that the manager had agreed to pay me as much as the press agent says I am getting.” WAY OUT WEST. SIA fieoßZcßAKce. Traveler—They say the Indians in this region used to be fearful fighters. Old Resident—Yes. Why, dey didn’t smoke de pipe of peace often enough to even make ’em nervous. Soak Them, Too. Now let Inspectors farther go, And put the screws on those who bilk The public by delivering An imitation buttermilk. Had Heard of ’Em. •This ole Hon,” remarked Fanner Geehaw, as he paused in front of a eage at the zoo, “ ’pears t’ be kind uv tame.” “Mebby he air one uv them social Hons what we read erbout in th’ papers,” suggested his good wife. Bathing Hour. “Anything worth catching in that lake?” "Rather. That girl in the red bather suit Is worth a millioa, I’m told.”

ARABELLA IS FONDLING PET Newly Married Man Pays Visit to Spiritualistic Medium With Almost Disastrous Results. "Now I wonder,” thought Alphonso, “what Arabella is doing at this precise moment?” (Arabella and Alphonso were married last May, and Alphonso, being commercial traveler, was far from home.) “I wonder,” he repeated, “what she is doing?” Then a brilliant idea struck him, and he visited the nearest spiritualisi medium. “What,” said Alphonso, for the third time, “is Arabella doing?" “She is looking out of the window,” replied the medium, “evidently expect ing somebody.” “That is strange,” said Alphonso “Whom can she expect?” “Ah!” continued the medium, “some one enters the house, and she caresses > him fondly.” “It can’t be!” cried the excited bus I band. “My wife is true to me.” “Now she lays his head on her lai and looks tenderly into his eyes.” . j "Villain!” roared the jealous hus ■ band. “Now she kisses him.” “It’s false!” yelled Alphonso. *TE I make you pay dearly for this!” The medium saw that he had goni | far enough. “Now,” he said, - “he wags his tall.* ' HIS FAD. i\ ... -A Mrs. Askitt —What is your fad? Mr. Tellitt —My wife says I make a fad of not having any fads. Splendid Outlet for Philanthropy. "Isn’t it too bad about young Orgetorix McStab?” “Isn’t what too bad?” “You know he put everything he had into a fruit farm, don’t you?” “I’ve heard so.” “And you know that nearly all kinds of fruit were killed by the frosts and the dry weather, I suppose?” , “Yes. What of that?” “Why, you muttonhead, how is he to live?” “You gourdhead, Org. is all right. You don’t seem to know that one of his rich aunts endowed that fruit farm for him with $4,000 a year.” No Insult Intended. "Haven’t we met before?” inquired the inquisitive, bent-nosed man in the day coach. “I hope not,” replied the shorthaired man, who was sharing his seat. “You hope not!” ejaculatorily repeated th© first speaker. “Do you mean that, sir, for an insult?” “I Intend it for just the reverse o! an Insult, my friend,” responded the man with the cropped hair, “and 1 think you will appreciate my sent! ment and feel like thanking me fol giving it expression when I tell you that this is the first day in thirty years that I have been out of thd state’s prison.” He Doesn’t Growl. The fisherman With joy gets dizzy o When first he learns The line is busy. Crushed. Th© proud heiress looked scornfully at the handsome young man kneeling at her feet. “Is that the best you have to offer?” she asked. “I am sorry—but it is,” he faltered. “Then you haven’t a pair in the store that will fit me. I shall go elsewhere.” Again the familiar tragedy! Another sale lost! The Method In Her Madness. “It was your wife’s fault you gave up smoking and drinking, wasn’t it?” “Yes.” “And you have more money after having given up those habits, have you not?” “Nope, but she has.” — i Careless. “That is the sword of my great- , uncle, General Dasher,” said a host I who was conducting a guest through I his gallery of relics. “He tax hl» ! arm at Waterloo.” “Yes, it’s a terlble place fs? losing things," responded the guest. “I lost | a bag there only last week.”—Strand

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