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[/3 STORY C\J The Courage of Captain Plum By JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD (Copyright 1808 by Bobbs-Merrill Co.) 15 SYNOPSIS. Capt. Nathaniel Plum of the sloop Typhoon, lands secretly on Beaver island, stronghold of the Mormons. Obadiah Price, Mormon councilor, confronts him, tells him he is expected,, and bargains for the ammunition aboard the sloop. He binds Nat by a solemn oath to deliver a package to Franklin Pierce, president of the United States. Near Price’s cabin Nat sees the frightened face of a young woman who disappears in the darkness, leaving an odor of lilacs. It develops that Nat's visit to the island is to demand settlement of the king, Strang, for the looting of his sloop by Mormons. Price shows Nat the king's palace, and through a window he sees the lady of the lilacs, who Price says is the king’s seventh wife. Calling at the king’s office Nat is warned by a young woman that his life is in danger. Strang professes indignation when he hears Nat’s grievance and promises to bunish the guilty. Nat rescues Nell, who Is being publicly whipped, and the king brders the sheriff, Arbor Croche, to pursue and kill the two men. Plum learns that Marlon, the girl of the lilacs, is Neil’s sister. The two men plan to escape On Nat’s sloop and take Marion and winnsome, daughter of Arbor Croche, And sweetheart of Neil. Nat discovers that the sloop is gone. Marion tells him that his ship'has been seized by the Mormons. She begs him to leave the island, telling him that nothing can save her from Strang, whom she is doomed to marly. Plum finds Price raving mad. Recovering. he tells Nat that Strang is doomed, that armed men are descending on the Island. (CHAPTER VIII Continued.) “Strang—the king!” cried the old man, clutching the knob of his cane with both hands. “She has gone!” “Gone!” exclaimed Nathaniel. For an instant his heart bounded with delight. Marion was on her way to the tryst! He sprang back to the door. “When? When did she go?” The woman had come forward, her hands trembling, her lips ~ quivering. Something in the terror of her face Eent the hot blood from Nathaniel’s cheeks. “They sent for her an hour ago,” she said. “The king sent Obadiah Price for her! O, my God!” she shrieked suddenly, clutching at her breast, “Tell me—what are they doing with Marlon —’’ “Shut up!” snaried the old man. "That’s is Strang’s business. She has gone to Strang.”., With an effort he straightened himself until his towering form rose half a head above Nathaniel. “She hak gone to the king,” he repeated. “Tell Strang that she will wive him tonight, as she has promised!” In spite of his effort to control himself a terrible cry burst from Nathaniel’s lips. He flung open the door and stood for an instant with his White face turned back. “She went to the castle —an hour ago?” he cried. “Yes, to the castle—with Obadiah Price—” The last words followed him as he sped out into the night As swiftly as a wolf he raced across the clearing to the trail that led down to St. James. Something seemed to have burst in his brain; something that was not blood, but fire, seemed to burn in hi veins—a mad desire to reach Strap to grip him by the throat, to mete o; to i him the vengeance of a flend instead of that of a man. He was too late to save Marion! His brain reeled - with the thought. Too late —too late—too late. He panted the words. They came with every gasp for breath. Too . late! Too late! His heart pumped like an engine as he strained to keep up-his speed. He passed a man and a boy hurrying with their rifles to St. James and made no answer to their shout; a galloping horse forged ahead of him and he tried to keep up with it; and then, at the top of the long hill that sloped down to the stronghold of the Mormon kingdom something seemed to sweep his legs from under him, and he fell panting on the ground. For a few moments he lay there looking down upon the city. The great bell at the temple was now silent. o He saw huge fires burning for a mile along the coast, hundreds of lights were twinkling in the harbor, there came up to him softly, subdued by distance, the sound of commotion and excitement far below. His eyes rested on the beacon above the prophet’s home, burning like a ball of fire over the black canopy of tree tops. Marion was there! He rose to his feet again and went on, reason and judgment returning to him—telling him that he was about to play against odds; that his work was to be one of strength and generalship and not of madness. As he picked his way more alowiy and cautiously down the ■lope a new hope flashed upon him, Was it possible that the discovery of the approach of the mainlanders had served to save Marlon? In the exoftement that fallowed the calling of

the Mormons to arms and the preparations for the defense Would Strang, the master of the kingdom, the bulwark of his people, waste priceless time in carrying out the purpose for which he had sent for Marlon? Hardly did hope burn anew In his breast when there came another thought to quench it. Why had the king sent for Marion on this particular night and at this late hour? Why, unless at the approach of his enemies he had feared that he might lose his beautiful victim, and in his overmastering passion had called her to him even as his people assembled in defense of his kingdom. There was desperate coolness in Nathaniel’s approach now. Whatever had happened he would do what Neil had threatened to do —kill Strang. And whatever had happened he would take Marion away with him if it was only her dead body that he carried in his arms. To do these things he needed strength. He advanced more slowly and drew deeper and deeper drafts of air into his exhausted lungs. At the edge of the grove surrounding the castle he paused to listen. For the first time it occurred to Nathaniel that the prophet might have assembled some of his fighters to the defense of his harem, which he knew would be one of the first places to feel the vengeance of the outraged men of the mainland. But he heard no voices ahead of him. There were no fires to betray the approach of the enemy. Not even the barking of a dog gave warning of his stealthy advance. Soon he could make out a light in the king's house. A few steps more and he saw that the door was open, as it had been on his first visit to the castle. He dodged swiftly from bush to bush, darted under the window through which he had seen Marion, leaped lightly up the broad steps and sprang Into the great room, his pistol ccjcked in his hand. The room was empty. He listened, but not a sound came to his ears except the rustling of a curtain in the breeze. The huge lamp over the table was burning dimly. The five doors leading from the room were tightly closed. Nathaniel held his breath, tried to still the tumultuous pounding of his heart as he waited for a sound /Hr) J£jC Jjyilgg The ROom Was Empty. of life—a step beyond those doors, a woman’s voice, a child’s cry. But none came. The stillness of desertion hovered about him. He went to one of the five doors. It was not locked. He opened it silently, with the caution of a thief, and there loomed before him a chaos of gloom. “Hello!” he called gently. “Hello— Hello—” There was no answer. He struck a match and advanced step by step, holding the yellow bit of flame above his head. It disclosed the narrow walls of a hall and an open door leading into another room. The match sputtered and went out and he lighted another. On a little table just outside the door was a half burned candle and he replaced his match with this. Then he went in. At a glance he knew that he had entered a woman’s room, redolent with the perfume of flowers. On one side was a bed and close beside it a ’■adle with a child’s toys scattered bout It. The tumbled coverlets -bowed that both had been recently used. About the room were thrown articles of wearing apparel; a trunk had been dragged from a closet and was half packed; everywhere was the disorder of hurried flight. For a few moments the depth of his despair held Nathaniel motionless. The castle was deserted—Marion was gone! He ran back into the great room, no longer trying to still the sound of his footsteps, and opened a second door. The same silence greeted him, the same disorder, the same evidence that the wives and children of the Mormon king had fled. He went into a third room —and then a fourth. For an Instant he paused at the threshold of this fourth chamber. A light was burning In the room at the end of the hall. The door was closed with the exception of an inch or two. “Marlon!” he called softly, and listened Intently. He went on when there was no reply, and pushed open the door. A candle was burning on a stand in front of a mirror. The room was as empty as the others. But there was no disorder here. The bed was unused, the garments in the open closet had not been disarranged. On the floor beside the bed was a pair of shoes and as Nathaniel saw them his heart seemed to leap to his throat and stifled the cry that was on his Ups. He took one of them In his hand, his whole being throbbing with exdtmenL It was Marion’s shoe—incrusted with mud and torn as he had seen It in the forest. With her name falling from his lips in a pleading cry he now searched the room and on the stand In front of the mirror he found a lilac colored ribbon, soiled

and crumpled. It was Marion’s ribbon—the one he had seen last in her hair, and he crushed it to his lips as he ran back into the great room, calling out her name again and again in the torture of helplessness that now possessed him. Mechanically, rather rear son. he went to the fifth and last door. His candle had become extinguished in his haste and after he had opened the door he stopped at the threshold of the black hall to light it again. There was a moment’s pause as he searched his pockets for a match, a silence in which he listened as hq searched, and suddenly as he was about to strike the sulphur tipped splint there came to his ears a sound that held him chained to the spot. It was the sobbing of a woman; or was it a child? In a moment he knew that it was a woman; and then the sobbing ceased. There was nothing but darkness ahead of him; no ray of light shone under the door; the chamber itself was in utter gloom. As quietly aa possible he relighted his candle. A glance assured him that this haU was different from the others; it was deeper, and there were two doors at the end instead of one. Through which of these doors had come the sound ot sobbing he had heard? He approached and listened. Each moment added to his excitement, hit fears, his hopes, but at last he opened the door on the left. The room was empty; there was the same disorder as before; the same signs ol hurried flight It was the room os the right! His heart almost stopped its beating as he placed his hand on the latch, lifted it, and pulled ths door in. Kneeling beside the bed he saw a woman. She had turned toward the light and in the dim illumination of the reo ognized the beautiful face he had seen at the king’s castle the preceding day —the face of the woman who had sent him to find the prophet, who had placed her gentle hand on Marion’s head as he had looked through the window. There was no fear in her eyes as she saw Nathaniel. Something more terrible than that shone in their glorious depths as she rose to her feet and stood before him, her face lined with grief, her mouth t, itching in agony. She stood with clenched hands, her bosom rising and falling in the passion of the storm within her; and she sobbed even as Nathaniel paused there, unmanned in this sudden presence of a distress greater than his own; sobbed in a choking, tearless way, waiting for him to speak. “Forgive me,” he spoke gently. “I have come—for—Marion.” He felt that he had no reason to Me to this woman. His face betrayed his own anguish as he came, nearer to her. “I want Marion,” he repeated. “My God, won’t you tell me—?” She struggled to calm herself as he spoke the girl’s name. “Marlon is not here,” she said. She crushed his hands against her bosom and a softer look came into her eyes; her voice was low and sweet, as it had been the morning he asked for Strang. As she saw the despair deepening in the man’s face a great pity swept over her and she stretched out her arms to him with an aching cry, “Marion is gone—gone —gone,” she moaned, “and you must go, too! O, I know you love her—she told me that you loved her, as I love Strang, my king! We have both lost — and you must go—as —l —shall —go!” She turned away from him with a cry so heart-breaking in its pain that Nathaniel felt himself trembling to the soul. In another instant she had faced him again, fighting back a strange calm into her face. (TO BE CONTINUED.) HIS OLD FATHER SATISFIED Discouraged Young Doctor’s Free Dispensary Work Opens Old Man’s Eyes. Twenty years ago a discouraged young doctor in one of our large cities was visited once by his old father, who came up from a rural district to look after his boy. “Well, son,” he said, “how are you getting along?” ‘Tm not getting along at all,” was the disheartened answer. Tm not doing a thing.” The old man’s countenance fell, but he spoke of courage and patience and perseverance. Later in the day he went with his son to the “free dispensary,” where the young doctor had an unsalaried position, and where he spent an hour or more every day. The father sat by, a silent but intensely Interested spectator, while twenty-five poor unfortunates received help. The doctor forgot his visitor while he bent his skilled energies ta his task; but hardly had the door closed on the last patient, when the old man burst forth: “I thought you told me that you were not doing anything! Why, If 1 had helped twenty-five people in a month as much as you havfe In one morning, I would thank God that my life counted for something.” “There isn’t any money In it, though,” explained the son somewhat abashed. “Money!” the old man shouted, still scornfully. “Money! What Is money In comparison with being of use to your fellowmen? Never mind about money; you go right along at this work every day. I’ll go back to the farm, and gladly earn money enough to support you as long as I live—yes, and sleep sound every night with the thought that I have helped you to help your fellow-men.” —National Maaaslno.

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SIMPLICITY IN DRESS PLAIN SUITS, SMART IN APPEARANCE, ARE BEST. Women Most Likely in First Class Offices Are Those Who Do Not Dress Elaborately, but Keep Neat and Clean. The more plainly you dress, if you can at the same time appear smart, the better will be your appearance. You will find that clerks and stenographers who are most liked In firstclass offices are those who do not dress elaborately, but who try to be only neat and clean. A plain cloth suit should be worn with what is known as a "tailored” wash blouse. The term “tailored” means severe plainness, with an entire absence of any lace or trimming. Such a waist may have tucks, but no lace, etc. Sleeves should be finished with either soft or stiff cuffs. A linen collar or plain white stock makes the best neck finish for such a blouse. A leather belt should be preferred to a fancy one. As to hair and hands, or, to put it more broadly, personal cleanliness, too scrupulous care cannot be given. There is no objection to a girl’s having her finger nails polished, even though she may be a business woman, but there is every objection to a polish for .her or any other if the finger tips do not show equal care In other details, that is, in the way they are trimmed And cleaned. A girl should not wear rings to business, with the exception of a signet or one corresponding in style, on her little finger. Diamonds and other gems are not good form. The hair should be dressed becomingly, of course, but it should not be in any extreme style, nor have the slightest appearance of baste in its arrangement. The waist and skirt should be neatly put together, and the shoes, no mathow old, may be neatly polished.

VERY NATTY CLOTH COSTUME Navy Blue Serge Looks Extremely Well Made Up—Style Shown. A good firm navy blue serge looks extremely well made up in this style. The plain skirt measures 2% yards Uraßu TiU - Ml ?'■ fj p —fa I; w Siw WB Wiv J life i i i round and escapes the ground by 2 Inches all round. The coat has collar and buttons of black satin. Toque of navy velvet, trimmed with beads and a feather mount. Materials required for the costume: T yards 48 inches wide, 4 yards skirt lining, 5 yards silk for lining jacket % yard satin for facing and covering buttons. A Dainty Scarf. An attractive bureau cover may be made of dotted swiss, with dots as large as a dime, two or three Inches apart. On the under side make petals of shadow embroidery for each dot, and on the right side work the dot over In yellow. The result will be a scarf of field daisies.

A spot of any kind on garments should be considered impossible. Whatever hat is worn when going in or out of the office, must be plain and in keeping with the tailored frock. Down town among offices is no place for “picture” creations. A girl who Is dressed In the manner suggested creates a favorable impression the moment she enters a business office. For Instinctively a man of affairs thinks a woman who is careful about her personal appearance will be careful in her work. A young woman so clothed will start with a tremendous advantage over an elaborately dressed girl, because the majority of employers prefer young women of good breeding in their offices rather than those who are ordinary. ROSANNA SCHUYLER. ASBESTOS DINING TABLE PAD Useful Article That Can Be Made at a Cost of About Forty Cents. Here is a suggestion for an asbestos dining table pad that can be made for 40 cents. To purchase it at any store would cost $2 or $3. Material: Twelve cent sheet of asbestos, 12 cents; five and one-half yards of tennis flannel at 5 cents a yard. The drawing will show how it is made. Sections to insert when table is extended may also be made.

| COURTESY IN THE HOME Remember Your Home People Are Under Inexorable Necessity of Living With You. If you are a boor among your acquaintances they can severely leave you alone; you can give the cold shoulder to the cad in the office or the works; you can escape the fool in the morning train; you can have a prior engagement if your pet aversion asks you to supper. But your home people are under the Inexorable necessity of living with you. A man sometimes gets into the habit of thinking that anything will do for his home people; he treats them as daily bread; he does not exert himself; he reserves his best for outsiders. He says he likes to be homely at home; that is very well, so long as it does not mean being vulgar. He says he likes to be at ease in his home; very well, too, if it does not mean being thoughtless. „ Familiarity breeds contempt. It is not easy to be constantly patient and profitable and pleasant to those whom you meet every morning at breakfast. The breakfast table is often the greatest dlsillusloner. More secrets of character are revealed over the bacon and eggs than over the dessert. There is no severer discipline in the world than that of the home, and most of us go down under it in this matter of courtesy. Don’t let us put off our manners when we put on our slippers. Let us be the more considerate when it is only our own whom we have to consider. And just because our home life is private, and is screened off from public judgment and is sheltered from the restraint of public opinion, let us be the more scrupulous that we may be void of the offense against the heart of love. Way to Select-Partners. A clever way to ask the men tc select partners at an evening party is to get each girl to bring the earliest picture of herself obtainable. The pictures are numbered, the hostess having a list of each name opposite the number so when the time cornea for making revelations she can do 11 quickly and vjlth certainty. Just before time for the game or refreshments for which partners are necessary pass a basket or tray with the pictures turned face down; ask each man to draw one and find the original The New Collar Pins. It may be surprising to hear that Dutch collar pins have gone. It lg only the name, however, that hag passed. Pierrot pins have taken their place. The fan-shaped Pierrot pin has the advantage of following the lines of the frock where it meets the throat. Bar pins are in the ascend ency. A becoming accessory to be worn with Pierrot collars is a black velvet collarette with jeweled ornament.

was the Father of boxing Jem Mace Originated Present Style of Fighting, and Was Invincible for Years. London.—Jem Mace, the English prizefighter, who died recently at the age of 79, was at one time worth more than >1,000,000, but of recent years has been dependent on friends. Occasionally he had appeared in music hall exhibitions. Mace was born at Beeston in Norfolk and in his day was one of the greatest of boxers. His first great fight was with Bill Thorpe, whom he beat in 18 rounds. When Tom Sayers retired from the championship in 1860 Mace was regarded as his legitimate successor,’ but his supremacy was soon challenged by Tom King. The two met in January, 1862, when, after 43 rounds, Mace was given th® verdict. For the next ten years Mace was practically Invincible. Mace Is regarded as the father of the present style of boxing, because he Is the originator. When the former English champion entered the professional prize ring the boxers stood toe to toe, with spikes in their shoes, and banged away at each other until one or both dropped to the floor exhausted. At first Mace engaged in this style of fighting under the so-called London prize ring rules. Owing to the sturdiness of the men of his day he had little chance at that game and concluded to use a style of his own. He originated his style and for the first time in the history of the prize ring was seen fast feinting with • both hands, side stepping and ducking. Mace was an artist at scientific boxing and for that reason beat all his opponents easily. He struck a hard blow with all his cleverness and time and again ta his battles blinded his opponents with his jabs and hooks. Seldom did he come out of a bout' bearing a mark of any kind, as he avoided all the attempts of his adversaries to land, with his ducking, side stepping and blocking. When Mace originated this clever style of boxing he feared no man and was matched with fighters weighing as

Jem Mace. nuch as 50 pounds more than himself, in those days his style of footwork, which he originated, was a revelation to the enthusiasts. It struck the marjuis of Queensberry so forcibly that he caused the present rules to be drawn up. Mace also may be said to be the jriginator of the marquis of Queensoerry rules, because his cleverness at boxing prompted the makers to draw them up. SOUTHWEST BORDER MARKED Many Marble Monuments Show Boundary Line Between the United States and Mexico. El Paso, Tex.—Between El Paso and the Pacific coast the boundary between the United States and Mexico is marked with marble monuments. These are surrounded by steel picketed fences, the tops of the pickets bent inward towards the stone. No. 258, •the western one of the line, is shown in the illustration herewith. No. 1 is two miles west of El Paso. From El A Boundary Monument. Paso east to the Gulf of Mexico the boundary is the Rio Grande river. Incidentally, “Rio Grande river” is a misnomer, for “rio” means “river,” while Grande would be translated “great.” Thus “Rio Grande del Norte,” the Mexican name of the river, means “great river of the north,” while El Paso, in Spanish, is “El Paso del Norte,” or “The Pass to the North.” ■» Hens in Deady Duel. Hayton, Wls. —Two hens belonging o Samuel Vincent of this village fought a duel to the death over th® possession of a nest. Both became imbued with the egg-laying instinct at the same moment and both wanted the aame neet They fought, with the result that both succumbed to

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SEEKING INFORMATION, l i lil 1 m ’ J “Mummy, darling, will you tell m® something?" “Well, what is it, dear?” “After I’ve finished school, what shall I do whilst I’m waiting to b® married!” One's Own Heaven and Hell. Most of our grief comes from within—we torture and torment our very souls. Each man makes his heaven ;—each man makes his hell. Each man knows when and where he is right, just as he knows when and where he Is wrong. Each man realizes just where and when he is weak, and when and where he Is strong. But many take entirely too many liberties with themselves. —Exchange. EASY CHANGE When Coffee Is Doing Harm. A la4y writes from the land of cotton of the results of a four years’ use of Qie food beverage—hot Postum. “fiver since I can remember we had used coffee three times a day. It had a more or less injurious effect upon us all, and I myself suffered almost death from Indigestion and nervousness caused by IL “I know It was that, because when I would leave it off for a few days I would feel better. But it was hard to give it up, even though I realized how harmful it was to me. “At last I found a perfectly easy way to make the change. Four years ago I abandoned the coffee habit and began to drink Postum, and I also influenced the rest of the family to do the same. Even the children are allowed to drink it freely as they do water. And it has done us all great good. “I no longer suffer from indigestion, and my nerves are in admirable tone stacT I began to use Postum. We never use the old coffee any more. “We appreciatae Postum as a delightful and healthful beverage, which not only invigorates but supplies the’ beet of nourishment as well.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read “The Road to Wellville" in pkgs. “There’s a. Reason.” Brer read the above lettert A new •a® appears from time to time. They true, and full of humaa