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Show G SE.fERY COUNTY PROGRESS, CATTLE tAtE-- UTAr? pllrlrar1g?g',w''ar,,'', The (CnpTrtirtit by CHAPTER !11. MJ XIV 16 that Iiim "I suppose A Well- -" tell Embrce you didn't accept." Millard reaebed for Ms hat. "Ami I mustn't bother you nuy more tiiis morning; we've both too much to do. I only wanted to see you a moment mid teli you the news and get your check. But when Cullen and 1 come hack " llis smile was glorious. They wore shaking hands at the door of the ante-roo"That'll he the holidays, won't it? We expect you to tale Christmas dinner with us, of course. Mrs. Kurant uml Carol would never forgive you If you didn't and ml 'her would I." Milliard (lushed wilh pleasure. "Nothing would please me hetter . . . and you'll tell Mrs. Durant and Carol how grateful I am . . . and how Horry I um I can't even stop now to "I'M I mind - self-respec- ? five-mlnu- fe "Surely Will. I . Good-By- Good Luc- k- My Boyl" won't ynu?" As a matter of fact, he wasn't frIng to stop because he knew that If he did he might never pet to Montant. And there was need of quick action r gainst Harmon's Bay good-by- , partners rut-thro- In New York. "Surely I will. And I'll also tell them what an altruist you are. I still don't feel exactly right about It hut the world's the world. . . . And I'm not going to refuse an Investment Just because there happens to be money lu It I OotHl-by- ! Good luck my hoy!" CHAPTER XV. Already at daybreak It was a white white underfoot, white overhead, dancing, swirling white of mow In the winter nir. Ililllard, lifting himself on his elbow to watch It from the car window, was unreservedly thrilled by the appropriateness of it. Nature, which had beei sulking for a week or more, had fina'ly consented to dress the season. P.i.t the thrill dissolved, and anxiety UTk Its place when he discovered that It was past eight o'clock, and this was only Buffalo! Ills watch, and the ntilway folder, gave for thought, and him Indigestible the snow, taking upon itself the role of a barrier to t rattle, was suddenly less agreeable to look at. Wreaths in the windows ot nearby houses, holly berries and red ribbon, glimpses of feathery fir bonghs and tinsel through the curtains all thes awoke within him a new and a disturbing fancy that at the end of two thousand miles of visioning he might be irretrievably latel Illogici:lIy he made haste to rise; he wanted to flavor his Impatience by counting landmarks. The diner was half filled when he arrived for breakfast, and the train ns still standing in the yards. As the conductor wished him a perfunctory Merry Christmas, Ililliard smlltd obliquely. "Not unless you make tip some speed between here and Syracuse," he said. "Not much chance of that." said the conductor, punching the order slip. "It's deep snow from here on, sir. Lucky If we're lu In time for your Christmas; fel turkey I" Milliard sighed, brightened a the Use f into sluggish motion, and gave bi attention to the a lnmK-:,petypically a from a Christmas card: all it needed, at any moment, wis a few lines of engravings In the foreground to he a very fair counterpart of the can!,? which Ililliard had ordered sent out to all his friends. He smilec1, expansively, at the train dragged . conception of what the name of Ilii Hard on those cards now mrtint to They were undoubtedly Syracuse. magnifying his grandeur now ; he knew enough of humnc nature to realize ha wi certhat In his tain to be greeted as a And It wasn't niulti it was only the possibility of a single one! The thought of riches turned bit home-comin- g ... on time for Two o'clock A house hangdinner to the second! ing with evergreen; a Christmas every nook and spirit permeating cranny ; Christmas odors not all of evergreen drifted in tantalizing whiffs to meet him. A Joyous Interlude; a gay procession; a hush; n gravely spoken blessOh. liness. And it wasn't only her ternal loveliness that he adored, ex- it was what had of sympathy, and kindness, and sweetness of disposition. A very womanly girl she was . . . not a flaming character to blaze and but a steady and enduring soul . . -such as lie craved . . . She turned her head away. "I was very angry at you this morning." she said; "I thought you'd forgotten about me entire! v." Milliard affected alarm. "Mow could that happen?"' "Not even so much a a little card with 'Merry Christmas' on it," she said, "rather arid mother had one She from you, hut as for me" "I opened her hands in emptiness. looked over every one of hem twice." Milliard felt his pulses quicken. "Doesn't my coming to yoii make up a little for It?" in "No. I'm afraid If doesn't that way. I'm still very childish about I have to see it even If Christinas. it's only In the tiniest little remembrances. I'm very much hurt. I've been telling myself It must be the postman's fault." Me denied It bravely. "It wasn't the postman's it was mine. Because I didn't Intend to send you a remembrance at all I intended to bring It. I planned to give It to you before dinner, but when I was so late, and everybody was waiting " She turned with gratifying quickness. "Dili you bring It?" "Yes," he said, "I brought it. I'm net quite sure whether you'll like It or not" ' "I'll like anything you brought!" The pronoun had an infinitesimal emphasis all to Itself. Milliard cleared his throat "When I was young " "I beg your pardon?" lie laughed at high pressure and over again. "When I was young, Mother Grundy had a very small collection to choose from books nnd candy and flowers. If I'd send you anything by mall, I think I'd have had to obey the rules. My early training was pretty severe, lint I thought If I brought It myself, perhaps I could be more original." "Mow original?" she usked, with pretty animation. Mis heart was pounding relentlessly; he had lost the elaborate recital which h. carefully prepared ; and it was gone without a trace. Me had to depend on presence of mind. couldn't keep to my sched"Since ule, I've been saving It up to give you when everything was propitious." He tendered her a package, tied with holly ribbon; it was smaller than a hook, and smaller than any orthodox carrier of confection. "Don't open It just yet, please." She looked at It. pinched it, dropped It in her lap, and laughed softly. "Is there such a mystery about It?" "Yes, there is." Milliard felt himself begin to go with the current of his niiM'd. Me sat up awkwardly. "All that you could ever think of asking she- - p-- I be-gr.-n 1 H Mi IN V n that Christmas! There came a time early in the evening when Ililllard found himself alone with Carol. He had a vague recollection that they had been sent to look for something a corn popper, or some other equally futile . . . article ami for an instant he marveled at their expecting to find It in the where they had w andered. r I'.ut the was unoccupied ; and there w ere comfortable chairs In It; and something very green and red and seasonable in all the windows; so that they both de-- ' laved prodigiously, and exchanged a number of highly inconsequential remarks about the decorations. Presently, without so much as a transient thought for the they sat divn with one accord. From a distance the murmur of cheerful voices In the living room was an adequate accompaniment to their thoughts. Milliard's head was dropped low; his reverie was so profound that not even Carol's voice could rouse him not until she spoke a second time. "I said a penny for them," she r- pented, amused. "Oh!" Milliard's awakening was explosive. "Why, that's queer . . I was Just thinking about that myself! I mean the first Sunday I ever Y'ou said came up here st signer. the same thing then. Remember it?" "Yes, indeed . . . and they were a wonderful bargain nt the price!" He didn't seem to recall that she had ever looked so mischievous. "They are now, then," he said, "because It's jusi as It was before I was thinking about you." Regarding her, he was transported anew by her love ... if' sun-parlo- sun-parlo- Iwip-pll- BOYD PARK. BLDG 'TrtiAjrdtfcrtCff" ail his everything; til! his dreams on a Christ- id als; ail his hope mas g,ft? V bat wmi:d you?" SI, i' frowned :,i!orah'y. "And . . he's not just a little bit ... . di-1- . ... boyhood. ing ' poor watch go and a good 't keep accurate time. . . rf CJy safe to send urUh tou,b, mail. By HOLWORTHY HALL to the Individuals who would share in them; Ir. iMiraiit, who, unless he chose, m-- i d never keep olliee hour to the again he could devote bim-e!- f research he loved; f'ulleri, whose blind, bulldog faith had made- him forever even Jtufus Independent, Waring, whose modest contribution, accepted out of splcenless commiseration, had swelled to the dignity of four figi'ics. and giien him the means to show 'he world to Angela. And 'lilliard himself had made far more than all the other t In money, venturers combined--- ! perhaps, bur In dividends payable In the medium of his And yet. as the realities stood, now, he was sensitive to the nothingness of his triumph, until such time as he hud some one to divide It with him. Tor there is little pleasure in a monopoly tif happiness: not even a Joke Is filly established until some one appears to share It; a secret Is delectable only when it's repeated, a compiest Is empty without the popular acclaim, or the arrival of the historian. He felt this keenly; he relteeted that of all the syndicate, he alone was without a beneficiary. Ami today, when he had steeled himself to speak to Parol . . . Like countless generations of men before him, he began vaguely to wonder what he should do If she refused him. What wmild he left? Only the shell of achievement. Would he go hack to or would he remain In America, and struggle for success by endowing war charities out of his glorious Income-to-beAlso . . . and this was enervating . . . what should he say to her? It is given to few men to propose twice, In different characters, to the same girl. The train plowed and panted through the thickening drifts; Milliard's watch was coming out of his pocket at intervals; here was Rochester at last . . . three hours late . . . and there, shining dimly through hanked clouds, was the sun ! The train seemed warmed to greater effort by Its mere appearance; Ililliard, who had measured time by weeks, then by days, and more recently by reluctant hours, began to mark the minutes from his mental calendar. And then, after nn interminable century of impatience, the outlying villages, gray nml smoky; the flat wastes of Solvay; the road slowly becoming streets; the buildings ndd'ng height . . . Syracuse! Ills feet were on the platform; he was hurrying forward. Ahead of him . . . and In his excitement he stumbled heavily . . . there, coming toward him . . . Carol and the no Doctor, befurred and rosy question of the welcome they were bringing him! ills own Initial remarks were grossly Incoherent. There were no words to fit the situation: perhaps he did It greater justice by the disconnected sounds he made. And then he was entering the Doctor's closed car; they were bouncing over the cobbles of the lower city; they were attacking the grade of James street, and he was peering out in an ecstasy of memory nt the houses where he had played In ! to lie tli 1 1j N ODOG fo.. Inc.) Continued WATCHES all . . . suppose he did It and after a great deal of i bought, .lust on the chance that It might please you? When it would either do ihat or end their friendship?" She fingered the small package ovpr "Nor ni.-- over. "Why. I should think that if this mythical person were so very anxme lie wouldn't take ious t.i quite so much risk." "Put when I'm the mythical person myself dial's different, isn't it?" "Why should it he?" She gave him no opportunity to see her face. "You've forgotten a great deal. I told you once that if you knew all that I've been . . . all that I've done . . . you might not be so willing to have my friendship, anyway." "'No," she said, subdued. "I've not forgotten, but you have! I said that I didn't believe you." "You're holding it all In your hands." Mis expression, ns he said Milliard. gazed ut her, was Infinitely yearning; but his voice was even and low. "I .spent a good many hours over this . . . wondering whether it was right for me to take such a risk on this day. above nil others . . . and finally, I thought it out this way; If it pleases you, it ought to make the day better If it doesn't, it would have been just as unwelcome to you at any other time. Understand, I'll never attempt to excus-- anything . . . we're beyond that. All I caa as is to wait. I'm giving you . . . will you open it now, please?" Her fingers bungled with the knot, and he made as though to help her. "No," she said, holding the package away from him. "I want to open it all . . . pb-a.s- yt ... e myself:" A rigid, watched her. phrase was beating heavily against his consciousness . . . one of the Proverbs . . . something about the bread of deceit, and ashes The knot gave way; and the tissue wrapping, falling aside, disclosed an oblong pasteboard box. Carol lifted the lid and Milliard caught his breath. There were two cabinet photographs; uppermost was a very excellent like ness of Ililliard himself. She looked at him perplexedly; he was getting out his fountain pen. His hand was cold, unsteady. "It lacks something, doesn't it?" he said, in an undertone. "Let me have it a moment." While she followed his every movement, he wrote, with Ids left hand and somewhat painstakingly, an inscription and gave back the picture. 'Christinas, 1910," she read, "with love from Henry Milliard." She Hushed hotly. "Now look !" he said, ignoring her reaction. "The . . . t one." she took out the second photograph; it was a duplicate of the picture of Dicky Morgan on the Doctor's desk. Her checks were suddenly devoid of color, she stared fearfully at him without speaking. "That lacks something, too," he said; and his voice was yielding to the tremendous strain upon him. With conspicuous care he shifted the pen to his right hand; held it poised for a moment, gave her a smile of ineffable pathos, closed his teeth hard. "1 have a very useful little trait," he said; "I'm ambidextrous." And wrote his message. She had the evidence before her the iiiimiiable. unmistakable, ornamental script of another personality. "Christmas. P.tlO and love from Dick to ( "arol." ''The real gift is underneath," he said, and his diction now was foreign even to himself. "Hut . . . n . ,n Milliard, ... in-x- on y i ..." Her uncertain, exploring fingers bad hod a smaller hex; it ,r ,,.., in her palm; within, was a gorgeously flashing, scintillating, living -- em set in platinum. Her hands, unsteadv now as were his own, closed over it as loougn io guard and shelter it. Her ryes .souglll nis. and field :h m f; iglit was meeting fright. "And In my thoagV i "are a! the sweet memories I h;!w, ,'f you an ine ; nigra m you . . . I an. in the stone there there's a st.ir y for you to read higger than any hook could hold She still made no ; risv,'r: s va holding her three gifts tightly, and staring at him, staring , . not in the ,., ,, i. h;"1 i'xagim-d- . t!p In(,lsu,.li.y! contempt he had feared, hut with the of wraith a smile trembling on her -,.,,. pale hps. uiiiy one of .i, to graphs is keep." he s.,i,i ,,.!..... " ' "One of the tWO . . I'm you the chance to say which S"oi it is which one of the two yon want in'xwl if you want eithof those men to go on lovina you or if them both to go awav-- f.,r always'" In her eyes, there was another' miracle; her eyes were soft. nnJ indicative of a great relief. rnrher than of a great shock; and as he watched, spellbound saw he th,ix toars wn erwpj sm-.-,- corn-poppe- Gift to You. But Before You Open It." about me . . . where I've been and Is in that box. what I've done a biography, and a It's everything history . . . and it's my gift to you, too. Put He you open had to pause to collect himself. "I'll Me have to make, an explanation." fought with It and found his lips strangely sealed. "Is it so very hard to make?" she asked at length. Fie was "Almost Impossible seeing black and red. Even If "everybody" had expected him to do this thing (as Angela hail long sin re assured him) what reason did he have to hope for pardon? "What would you think," he asked, perilously, "of a man who cared enough about you to risk everything he had In the world In the sense of . . . not his valuable money . . . but all his ambitions for ... ... it" i ..." . . , , " ... th- r;i, and not of sorrow but of great Joy. fn that moment his most stupefying discovery was made, and the mag- nitude of It. the portent of It. set his brain at naught, and left him destitute of reason, "i arol!" he said, petrified. "Carol ! Mute. he shook her head. Looking him full in die eyes, she flinched suddenly, and a great sob burst in her throat. The photograph of Dicky Morgan was in her hand; she held it a moment, trembling, nnd then, while her breath came faster and her shoulders quivered, she tore it across and across, tiner and finer, until only fragmentary scraps remained and these she let fall in her lap. unheeded. Th likeness of Ililliard, the lying, radiant face of the man nobody knew thin she had seized, and this she had clutched to her breast, spasmodically, as though in fear to have it snatched a way from her. Ililllard was very close to her; and his whole being was concentrated la his eyes. "r,r,.l "' hi. ciiiil In her !' In in that stranger's voice. "Carol . . . You To him the fact . . . you knew!" was unbelievable. Tardily, unwillingly, she raised her head. 'From the very first day," she said "P.oth dad and I . . . brokenly. and no one else; not even mother . your eyes told us both, and . . we've trusted you so . . . and waited so surely . . . we knew It would come out all right in the end, somehow . . . and . . . and I do like my gift! It does . . . make the day better." And then. In a soft whisper, 'Henry!" She had called him '"Henry" and even in the spell of his confusion, he throbbed to the significance of it. The lover w as eager, but the prodigal was startled back from tht very threshold of love. "From the first day !" he breathed, electrified. "And you trusted me like that . . . when you knew what I was doing " She was laughing and crying at the same time; bis hungry arms went out to her and found her; words were coming tutmiUuonsly to him and he said them as they came. Somehow the ring was on her finjjer; and she had kissed it there. P&tween them, partnered, a sacred understanding as Imperishable as bronze had arisen; they both ksew, without l,he necessity of prolonged speech, whH his future was to be. They both kiew in what capacity he was to face the world; they knew the brimming fullness of her pardon and the brimming fullness of his regret. These truths were mutually confirmed ; the shabby p.st was, merged with the fresh and vivid present : their pledges to this end were upon their lips. The world was lying helpless at their feet . . . the wonderful, sensitive, receptive world which had respected and honored and admired him In the days of his regeneration, and would continue, paying the reward of his request. Tn an irresistible passion of humility and shame and courage, he tried to tell her the sums of his deceits; her lips prevented him. "You mustn't!" she murmured. ever: inn let me choose I want it this wav." Dazed, triumphant, he was by gone incidents, seeing faint clues develop into mighty revelations, comprehending at last the supreme love and supreme faith of the two who had waited for his victory, and kept his secret shut within their hearts, that he might stand the ordeal, ami prove triumphant. And now, the reputation that was already his . . . the loftier reputation which he should consecrate himself to build . . . not only for the pleasure of the build'jig, but also because there were those to whom he owed it . P.ehind them, a firm footfall, nulla rd was on his foot, his arm instinctively protecting Carol. Doctor Durant was smiling on them from the door-W!grave, benevolent, paternal. He. too. became a common partner to the understanding; an Interchange of glances was sufficient. He eame in swiftly; his hands outstretched, his bead lifted high in the pride of a father wh,, i,:!S hioked unon bio ei,n. -dr en. nd found them true to each oth- 1' und to Ictn. "What"!" he said. "Rave you proved a ready my son?" THE END. Tunis Agricultural State, Tin regency of Tunis ,,.,ir,.. i. oifc ua northern or Mediterranean limit' In the same latitudinal pos'tion as the state of North Carolina and, like Xorth Car olina, supporting an estimated Pop- uiation of 2,fKin,(KX on area of anout ..o.om square miles, h essentially nn agricultural country, deriving iti wealth from farm and mine. The Sunflower In Russia. Sunflower cultivation has become an Industry in southern Russia, where the people have found the seids a rubstl-tin- e for olives in making oil. Th Itus- cms me Kernel. An cr nf sun- uowers yields about CO of than 50 gallons cf oil. k6 r V'J Main S!R1T HfcLF Weill Ffl ity uwa towns netil harliers K, for men ovpr Jraf;,iL-iar, c nan food a otlict-ri., : fn ffW College. I'nll 43 8. 't .. IVm'i'.ieVt PECULIAR KiUD OF UMBRELLA African "Bishop" Made Use of Princs Albert Coat When Rain Threat-enePrecious Loincloth. d "Ttu- Hishop" is like no o,'1(.r Afrl. can lie ha acquired the grueeVof the court of St. James uml u surprl lug gift of repartee. Using smlits an! grunts chiefly. IIe is talo-- and older than any native in the which is the locality suburban to Portuguese Kast. For years he bus trekked with missionaries. lie has carried their packs, bundled their bI and mosquito netting over miles of trail. His name was ehosea liy t,m. self, in memory of Hishop Llanzell with whom he traveled. Yet the bishop is still a heathen and proud of it. Among the other Africans in any given traveling party he Is as conscious of his heatheu distinction as Tom Sawyer's friend Jim waj of ids reputation for having seen evil i, spirits. On a recent expedition a missionary saw the bishop for the first time and was particularly struck with the s pride in his loincloth, a well-tuhired trifle fashioned from moukey skin nnd built around a large brass ring. It began to rain. The bishop looked solicitously at the garment much as a lady caught utiihrellalesa will look at her new spring suit when rain comes. The hishop had no umbrella, but from somewhere he produced a Prince Albert coat and buttoned it tightly about him. It served Its purpose. The new loincloth escaped unscathed. World Outlook. bish-op- ANCIENT AND MODERN NAMES Writer Contends That Present-DaAppellations Lack the Euphony of the Olden Times. -- Speaking of New Fngland names, the genealogical columns of the Transcript are Indeed a standing proof that the seventeenth and eighteenth century names possessed much more of snap, flavor nnd euphony than our twentieth century names possess. Pick up the genealogical department at random any day nnd yon will find such tine and resonant names as Betsey Keyes, Patty nolbrook. Susanna Gates. Polly Arnold. Darius Rand, Thankful Dewey, Prudence Hanntih Neweomb, Thankful Sawyer. Pik. Deborah Clark, and Jonathan Rich all of which are from one recent column. It Is true that the same column contains names which are not exactly euphonious, and are Indeed rather hard nuts to crack; these, for example: Leafy Bullard a woman; whence the name of Leafy Battel Hlggins. Sparrow Hlpglns, Abigail Nash, Zerulnh Jewel, and Alcy In the previous number of the same department are found the names Content Brown. Tabitha Holdredge, and Keturah Bnssett. an The Nomad once encountered In Scud-deCamilla old book the name of Was there ever a swifter name than that? And what about the name Bedof Hcpzibah Hathaway of New on th hook In Emery's ford, found BosHowland Heirs? The Nomad Id ton Transcript. Lock-woo- r. Origin of Surnames. No one can say with aiy certnlnty when the practice of taking a surnani became general. The Greeks, Assyrpeoians, Egyptians and other ancient ples had no surnames; the latername, had each one real personal clan to which they sometimes added a or name or nomen, a family name or cognomen and a nickname name The personal or Christian early by was the only name recognized words or being surnames English law, M description used to identify persons other. the same name from each Normans had Introduced into Engluo tn the habit of using surnames, but 7 classes. was confined to t"e upper degrees even the common people names repan to be distinguished by s ferring to personal characteristics, profession or rank Armstrong, Smith, father's name as Jackson, 8Sn-me- Custom Demands Seven Dinners. bouse The speaker of the British to f commons Is obliged by custom season each seven official dinners the members of parliament. Well. Examine Opportunity is t o Every opportunity the . S,asV" looked nt through mean, It may clple. science, a chance of r or gaining social position, Juster not does It If power; hut losa. morally, It also means Vare, Jllri Misplared !mmri chal Many a wife dusts an 5hedi from her husband's cont tears of sympathy because hours he must spend at to a whitewashed walL-Exc- m"- |