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"I’LLf§TOP HIM!” Synopsis.—Dissatisfied because of the seemingly barren outlook of his position as a school teacher In a Canadian town, John Harris determines lo leave it, take up land in Manitoba and become a ‘‘‘homesteader.’' Mary, the girl whom he loves, declares she will accompany him. They are married and set out for the unknown country. They select a homestead, build a home and begin their life work of making the prairie fertile farm kind. Returning from selling his first crop, Harris finds his wife -despondent almost to insanity from loneliness, an^with the "immediate expectation of becoming a mother. A son is born to them, to whom they give the name of Allan. The story now . jumps forward twenty-five years. Harris is prosperous and all for getting rich. Mary is toil-worn and saddened over the change in her husband. Allan works with his father. Beulah, the pretty, daughter, is rebellious at the shut-in farm lifeu. Jim Travers is an unusual hired man. And he is secretly ,in love with Beulah. Harris and his son clash with Jim and he leaves. Beulah quarrels with her father and prepift-es to leave home secretly.

CHAPTER Vll—Continued. , “Mother, this is too much 1” the girl --—.exclaimed. ' HerTnotherstartedand looked up. “You’re leaving us, Beulah?” she asked. There was! no reproach In her urfhp nor even surprise, but a kind of suffer.” she explained. I’m leaving,” said Beulah. “I can’t stand it any longer.” The mother sighed. “I’ve seen it coming for some time,” she said, at length. “I suppose It can’t be helped.” “You’re so pa'ssive,” returned the girl, with a touch of impatience. “You make me want to sight. Os course it can he helped, but it can’t be helped by always giving in.” “Your father has met one of his own mettle at last,” said the mother, and the girl fancied she detected a note of pride, but whether of father, or daughter, or both, she could only guess, “Well. It’s all very sad. Your father is a good man, Beulah. ... I should send you back to your bed, but somehow I can’t. I—l don’t’ blame you, Beulah.” » She had finished the last cow. Beulah helped with tlie^«Hs:-ef.milk, and the two women went back to the house together. When Mftry had washed her hands she took her daughter’s face between her palms and kissed her on the cheeks. Slowly Beulah’s arms stole about her neck, and it took all the steel in her nature to prevent surrender. . “Stay till morning, Beulah. Your father may be disposed to give and s take a little then, and you’ll do the 'same, won’t you? . . .’ Oh, my girl, don’t break up our home like this I" “You can’t break up what you haven’t got. Aside from you, why should I call this place home? I work here,, and get my board and clothes. Well. I. can work other places, and get my board and clothes. If I’ve got to be a cog in a money-making machine, I will at least choose the machine.” “What plans have you made? Where are you going?” “Haven’t made any plans, and don’t know where I’m going. But I’m going. At present that’s enough. The plans will come along as they’re needed.” “Have you any money?.” asked the 'mother, with a brisk effort at cheerfulness. She was already planning for her daughter In the new world she was 'about to enter. “Enough to start me. That s all I need. I can earn more. It’s not work I’m afraid of, although I suppose father won’t be able to see it that way. He’ll put all this down to laziness and obstinacy. It’s neither. It’s Just a plain , human craving to live.” “I sometimes wonder whether HI he able to stand It through to the end,” her mother whispered, somewhat fearfully, as though frightened by the ■“ admission.' “I’ve—l’ve seen it coming with you, and I can’t help feeling that perhaps this Is only the beginning.” “Oh. mother, if you should!” cried the girl. “That would do it—that would open his eyes. He’d see then that there is something in the world beside* wheat and cows, after all. If s!on wotild come—if you would only come too. things would be different. “But I couldn’t do that," said the mother, after a silence, and as though speaking with herself. “He’s my husband. Beulah. You don’t understand." They talked then, in sorrowful confidence, of many things, things for their ears only, and the gray was returning in the northern sky when the girl again left the house, and this time swung resolutely down the road • that led to 'Plainville. Her heart was now at test, even at peace. In the sacred communion of that last hour she had come to see something of her mother’s problem and sacrifice; and although she was going out into the world alone, she felt that somewhere, some time, was a solution that would reunite the broken family and tune their varying chords in harmony. From an unhappy sleep in his room upstairs John Harris was awakened by the whine of the cream separator. iA quiet smile stole across his strong, handsome face. “Beulah has detided to be sensible,” he whispered to himself. Tn the morning the Harris household was astff' early as usual. The farmer and Ins son gave their attention to the horses while Mary prepared breakfast, and it was not until they were seated the table that Parris noticed his daughter’s absence. “Where’s Beulah T” he demanded, don’t know," his wife replied. •Afn’t she w \ 1

“I don’t know.” Harris rose from the table and went upstairs. He entered his daughter’s room without knocking. The bed had not been slept in, and a strange apprehension suddenly tightened about his chest. He returned quickly to the kitchen. ♦ “Mary, I want to know where Beulah is.” “I can’t tell you where she is, John. She left here last night.” "Left here??; Do you mean that she has run away?” “Not just that, perhaps, but she has gone, a'nd I’m not looking for her back for a while.” The mother’s voice was dry, and she talked in the restraint of subdued emotion, “And you knew she was going?” “I knew before she left. I didn’t —” “No. You didn’t think it was worth mentioning to ipe. Just a matter we could talk about any time. I suppose you thought I wouldn’t care.” “Well, you didn’t seem to care very much, John. You gave your orders and went to bed. Beulah could obey or get out. You might have known she had enough of your own spirit to soon settle that question. She settled it just as you would hdve settled it if you had been tn her place.” “Oh of course, I’m to blame for the whole thing,” said Harris, and his throat was thick as he spoke. His daughter was very dear to him, and that she would leave home had never qntered his head. Why should she? Wasn’t he a good father? Didn’t he give her a good home, with plenty to eat and wear, and a little money to spend from time to time, and no questions asked? What more could a man do than that? Already his heart \vas crying out for his daughter—the cry of broken strings which never knew their strength until they broke. And, lest gentleness should be mistaken for weakness, he clothed his real feelings in sharp words to his wife. “Os course, you must take her part. I suppose you advised her to go. It was an awful thing for me to tell her she must do her work, but a small thing for her to run away. Well. I hope she likes it. If she thinks I’m going to hitch up a buggy and go chasing around the neighborhood, begging her to come back, she’s mistaken. She’s gone of her own free will, and she can come back of the shme, or not at all.” “I wouldn’t look for her back too soon,” remarked Allan. “Looks to me as though this thing had all been figured out ahead. Jim went yesterday A- - A “Now, John,” She Pleaded, “Don’t Be Rash." morning; Beulah goes last night. Just a chance if they ain’t married by this time.” “So that’s it, is it?” exclaimed Harris, jumping up from his untouched breakfast. There was a fierce light in’ his. eye and a determination in his face that boded Illi to any who opposed him. He seized his wife roughly by the shoulder. “And you were a party to this, were you? You—you wouldn’t even stop at that? Well, I’ll stop it. I’ll stop him, if I do It with a bullet. I’ll show him whether any—any—hired man—can cross me In a matter of my own family.” His wife had risen, and was clinging to his wrists, half for protection, ha’f in suppllance. “Now, John,” she pleaded, “don’t be rash. You don’t know that Beulah’s gone with Jim, and you haven’t a word of proof of it.” “Proof! What more proof do I want? When did dter Beulah carry on like this before? Didn’t she hlways do as she was told? And’haven’t they been thick as molasses this while back? Wasn’t It over wasting time With her that Jim got fired, anl not a word of admission of the real facts from him? What more do you want than that? You thought I’wouldn’t be interested In that, either,” • “I didn’t know it,” she protested, “and I don’t believe it I don’t believe either Beulah or Jim had any such thought in their head. But even if they 'did, Jim Travers is as decent a young man as there is in Plainville district, and you’ve nothing to be ashamed of except your own temper, that drove them away in the way they went” “I won’t listen to that kind of talk from you any longer,” said Harris sternly. “I’ll chase the young reprobates to earth, if ft takes all summer, lujies*

being mixed up in this —wen. mere’ll be something to settle on that score, too. Hitch up the drivers. Allan, and be quick about it.” “You’re not going to leave your plowing, are you?" asked his wife. The words sprang to her lips without any mtsintent. It was such an unusual thing for her husband, on any account, to leave tne farm work unfinished. The practice on the Harris homestead was work first, all other considerations second. “That’s enough of your sarcasm.” he snapped. “I would think when our name is threatened with a disgrace like, this you would be as anxious to defend it aS I am. How is it you go back on me in a moment like this? You’re not the woman you once were. Mary.” “And you’re not the man you once were, John,” she answered. “Oh, can’t you see that we’re just reaping what has been sown—the crop we’ve be£n raising through all these years? Beulah’s very life has been crying out for action, for scope, for room, for something that would give her a reason for existence, that would put a purpose Into her life, and we’ve not tried to answer that cry. I blame myself a« much as you, John, perhaps more, because I should have read her heart—l should have seen the danger signals long ago. But I was so busy. I didn’t think. That’s the trouble; John, been do busy, both of us. we haven’t taken time to keep up with her. We’ve gathered some property together, and “our cares have grown in proportion, but that which was tnore to us than all the property in the world wc have lost—because we valued it less.” The tears were slowly coursing down her cheeks, and her thin, work-worn ijrms were stealing about his neck. • “Don’t think, dear,” she whispered, “that I’m indifferent, or that this hurts me less than you. or that J would shield myself from one iota of my ju%t blame, but let us face the fact that it has been our mistake rathqr than / Beulah’s.” \ He removed her arms, not ungently. “I never thought it would come to. this," he said. ‘‘l thought I humored her every way? I could. As for our hard work—well, work makes money, and I noticed Beulah could spend her share.” “You .don’t understand, John. It wasn’t the work, it was the making a god of work, and giving it so much of our lives that there was none left for her. That's why she-looked somewhere else —if she has looked somewhere else.” “Allan works as hard and harder than ever Beulah did, and Allan doesn’t feel that way about U.” “That’s true,” she admitted, “but Allan's ambition Is work. He works and is satisfied, but Beulah thinks, and is not satisfied. It’s the difference in their nature, and we didn’t take it into consideration.” In every phrase she tried to link his blame with hers, that the bdrden’might unite instead of separate them. ( s “If she’d thought a little more before'this' mad prank lit would have been better for everybody," he said. “Well, she’ll have plenty of tfrne to think yet." He stepped to the kitchen door, and from the nail above took down the repeating rifle. “You’re not going to take that!’’ she cried. “Don’t take that, John. It can’t possibly do any good, and it may do a lot of harm.” “I won’t do anything foolish,” he answered, “but I’ll take it along, just the same.” Allan, with the drivers harnessed to the top buggy, was now at the door. Without saying good-by to. his wife Harris joined ’him, and the two set off on their search. Almost at the gate they met George Granf, who had coine over to haul water for another day’s plowing. He stopped in some surprise at the turnout.— “I guess we won’t be plowing today,” said Harris. He hesitated before George’s questioning look, and a certain sense of family shame came upon him. But it was evident that he could hardly search for Beulah without mentioning her departure, and lie might as well make a clean breast of the affair.

“My Dear Mother: Here I j am in the shadow of the Rockies.”

(TO BE CONTINUED.) TREES GIVE MILKLIKE JUICE Tropics Provide Pretty, Fair Substitute for the Animal Product In Use in Northern dimes. In Brttish Guiana and -the West Indies, particularly on the banks oi the River Demerara; there grows a tree known to the natives as the hyahya, which yields from its bark and pith a juice slightly - richer and thicker than cow’s n?ilk. The tree is about forty feet high and eighteen inches in circumference full grown, and the natives nse its juice as we use milk, it being perfectly harmless and mixing well with water. The Cingalese have a tree —they call it kiriaghuma—which yields a fluid in all respects like milk; while in the forests of Para grows a tree called the massenodendron, which gives a milklike juice. It can be kept for an indefinite timq and shows no tendency to become sour. On the other hand, certain trees in the valleys of Aragua and in Cauagua yield a similar fluid, which, 'tvhen exposed to the air, begins to form into a kind of cheese, which very soon becomes sour. ' >■ s In the Canary Islands there is a tree called tabaya dolce, of which the milk, thickened into a jelly, Is considered a delicacy, On the Wrong Scent. Half the world Is on the wrong scent in the pursuit of haappiness. They think it consists in having and getting, and in being served by others. It consists in giving and In serving others.—Drummond. . Waterproof Fan, . Among the many varieties of fans in use among the Japanese Is one made of waterproof paper which can be I dipped in water, and c— ltuii great cool ness by evapomttoa, - -

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—l —j~r“ — TAKE TIME I TO i «SMILC NO WONDER. “You love long rambles in the country?” asked the impudent girl. “Yes, indeed.” responded the young man in the great hat* with the purple band ami buckled shoes. “When I go out in the country till nature seems to smile. ’ “Gracious! I don’t blame her. It’s a wonder she don't ttingh■ outright!” Sure Proof. “Yes. sir, it’s pretty hard collecting money just now; 1 know it.” "Have you tried and failed?” “Oh. no!" "How. then, do you know that money is hard to collect?" . "Because several people have tried to collect some frbm me.” —Tit-Bits. Just Dropped Off. Pedestrian (to motorcyclist, who is looking bewildered at his machine) — Lost anything, sir? Motorist —Yes. Pedestrian —What is, it? Motorist —My Telegraph, i Safety First. Nervous Passenger fiin aerial taxi) — W-w-what are you jl-I-laughing at, driver? * Driver —I'm; just laughing at the superintendent. ; About this time he’ll be searching for ‘me till 'over the lunatic 'J isylum.—Life. The Parlor Bolsh. “What is a parlor bolshevist?” ‘-‘Usually,” replied Miss Cayenne, "lie is a nittn who has beep obliged, since (he free lunch gave oht elsewhere, to ook for tea and sandwk-iies.” The Initial Effort. 4 Teacher —Why did Noah build the ark? Young America —I think it was the first attempt to solve the housing problem. —Judge. ... — DIFFERENT NOW Goldbag: I never had much taste for mathematics when I was a boy. Giltedge: But you rhanaged to do some great calculating in a business way. * ■ Goldbag: That’s different. It’s wonderful what an interest you can giv.e to a row of by putting a dollar mark in front of them. t The Soap Box. , As orators direct manljind Along the paths of .hfinian hope. , The box asserts we find. As more import...it than the soap. The Shocking Cause. “How came that electrical casualty to be so exaggerated?" “The current rumors, (I suppose.” Quite Differ mt. "My wife is making ’it hot for me because I won't gives her the pin money she wants.” “Well, don’t be mean about it. Give her tiie pin money." » "But it is money for a diamond, pin she wants.” His Status. “The man walking in front of us is very high up in life and can boast of a long descent.” "Who is he? A man of colonial amily ?” "No; he’s a steeple jack.” A Personal Bewilderment “Are you sure your auditors under;tood all of your arguments?” “If they did,” answered Senator Sorghum, “I wish they’d come around and explain some of ’em to jme.” A New Clerk. “1 want to buy a walking stick,” he said. “An ebony one, please.” "Yes, sir,” said the girl behind tha counter. “What color?” — Tit-Bits. A Necessity in Some Cases. “Would you advise a man to become interested In politics?” “With all the women taking part In politics,” rejoined Senator Sorghum, “I don’t see how .it would be possible to keep any right-minded - man from becoming Interested.” Contrary Treatment “I’d like to make that lecturer on fads eat his words.” “Why so?” “Because the audience was drinking them in.” An Easy Process. “I hear that somebody has invented a process for nuts.” “That process is as old as the hills. All you have to do is to announce a meeting of some fool fad and the nuts will gather themselves.” Mrs. Wiggs—Cook bus only broken one dish today, dear. Mr. Wiggs—That’s better. How did that happen? ; Mrs. Wiggs—lt was the last one.— Pearson’s Weekly. I

Austrian Ship Becomes Italian at New Y ork 0 s'' AM. GZ? X v X// A % a x I i . dOTk ? Celebration in New York as the Italian consul, Dr. Cheveiler Mariani hoisted the Italian tri-color over an Austrian ship, turned over to Italy.

English Mayor Treats the Children i W i- null * 118 4 Fir fe W fl! An ancient custom at Stockton-on-Tees, England, is for the newly elected mayor, with his party, to appear on the balcony with barrels of apples and bags of nuts, and to throw these delicacies to the school children of the town.

General Harris Honored by France ywKM' Ti -5' I 4, Vi : WnD - -Wlf -i ft'A _W Maj. Gen. P. C. Harris, adjutant general of the army, being presented with the Commander of the Legion of Honor medal by the French government. General Collardet and Captain Dubreuil (without cap), both of the French embassy, are shown placing the medal upon the general. The decoration is fastened upon a long ribbon.

Monument to Rodin, the Sculptor Bw Hiu■WW x. * ' B x i ®. V Model of a monument to August Rodin, the great French sculptor, designed by Olaf Bjorkman. Rodin is resting between the wings of a sphinx, and on the square in front, of his feet is the inscription: “The Master Dies, But His Art Survives.”

INTERESTING FACTS

The rapid growth of the nail is an Indication of health. For removing old paint quickly an acetylene* torch has been invented. ' The manufacture of yeast from buckwheat is a new industry for Denmark. An Inventor has given a baby carriage a handle upon which can be slipped a muff to warm the hands of V r-exson pushing It in chid weather.

English, Arabic and Hebrew have been recognized as the official languages in Palestine. With the idea that it bends with the wearer’s foot and therefore is more flexible, an inventor has patented a jointed ice skate. Because experiments have shown wood cellulose to be a valuable cattle feed, the Swedish government is encouraging its manufacture.

TALLEST AND SHORTEST ® If i WS/i Ww WMI i « Ik4p~ ?h- w 1 » 1 Private Reuben A. ’ I’rJitt, *U. marine corps, on dpty at the recruiting station, 24 East Twenty-third street. New York city, is 6 feet 8 inches in height, While Sergeant Joseph Raia, who is shown with him, is but 5 feet inches in height. Both are veterans of tiie World war, and are excellent recruiters. SHELLED BY ACCIDENT Kw t IKS WQi During the spectacular fire .on an ammunition barge at Fort Hamilton, a 10-inch shell crashed through the wall of, a house a mile away and plunged down to the cellar. Fortunately the family were all out watching the fire. Wayside Telephones. It is a wonder that someone has not thought before of the plan, soon to go into effect in Ohio, of putting small telephone booths along the roada of the state, one at every milestone,, for the conveipence of travelers. In?stead of having to tramp to the nearest farmhouse, the stranded motorist or teamster will he always within half a mile of a telephone, by which he can summon help.—Youth’s Companion. Chance for Philatelists. The Frencli government is .making preparations to sell the greatest collection of stamps which was ever made. Valued at $2,000,000. It comprised- the collection of B'.ron Ferrary who died in . 1917, and by the terms of his will the collection was left to <ie Berlin postal museum. The collection was in Paris at the time and it was seized as-alien property. On the Way. “Os course you think yours is the smartest boy on earth.” “Well, maybe he isn’t yet, but he will be if he keeps on making me answer all the questions he can think up.” —Boston Transcript. Alone. She misses her husband terribly. “That so?” “Yes. She says she simply can’t get used to not having some one around to find fault with every now and then.”