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Show The Rich County News No answer; In absolute indifference, she felt, lay her strongest weapon. She remust keep calm and fusing to be terrified into a quick and thoughtless answer. This afternoon, he said, harshly, you stole from me the Maitland jewels. Where are they? "I shall not tell. He bent swiftly forward and took one of her hands In his. Instinctively she clenched It; and he wrapped his strong hard fingers around the small white fist, then deliberately inserted a hard finger Joint between her second and third knuckles, slowly increasing the pressure. And watohed with absolute indifference the lines of agony grave themselves upon her smooth unwrinkled forehead, and the color leave her cheeks, as the pain grew too exquisite. Then, suddenly discontinuing the pressure, but retaining her hand, he laughed shortly. Will you speak, my lady, or will you have more? "Dont, she gasped, please Where are the jewels? Will you?" Published Weekly. " RANDOLPH NO RULES FOR UTAH LONG LIFE Simple Habits Undoubtedly Tend to That End, But Cannot Be Re- - ' lied On. The majority of the centenarians bave been poor people who led a very simple life. A few rich men, as Sir Moses Montefiore, who lived to be 101, have reached a very high age, but they are very exceptional. In spite of the enormous difference in numbers of the rich and which makes comparison dlfflcult, one may nevertheless affirm that wealth does not tend to promote a long life. Poverty carries with it sobriety, especially in old men, and It has been settled that sobriety tends to prolong life, and that most centenarians have been men of very sober habits. They have not all followed the example of the famous Cornaro, who ended by consuming only 12 ounces of solid nourishment and 14 ounces of wine, and who in spite of his poor health lived to be 100 years old. A nmber of centenarians are known Indeed to have been drunkards, as the Surgeon Pollt-man- , who died 110 years old In 1795, and who 'was in the habit of being drunk every night after spending the difficult surgical day performing Another example is the operations. Irishman Brown, who lived 120 years and who had the inscription placed on his tombstone that he was always drunk, and while in this state looked so terrible that even death was afraid of him. . From all this it Is seen that when you are tempted to attribute long life to a certain factor you discover your mistake as soon as you look into a sufficient number of cases. It is, nevertheless, certain that a good constitution and simple habits promote long life, but there is besides these some mysterious hidden factor. i No. No. V Not Washington's Legs. Apropos of nothing," as the novelist says. Champ Clark, with his back up against a desk in the house and facing a portrait of Washington, painted by John Vanderlyn. which hangs to the right of the speaker's chair, said: Sims, do you know that the legs of that picture are not Washingtons legs? Sims, a Tennessee congressman, did not know. Sims doesn't assume to be an authority on either art or history especially the history of Washington's legs Continued Clark: Those legs belonged to Gen. Smith of Maryland. Washington didn't have very good legs, so when the artist came to that part of the picture he used Gen. Smiths. The picture shows Washington in knickerbockers and stockings, with gold buckles on his pumps, as was the fashion of his time. It was the first time the men in the group where Champ Clark was talking had heard that the Father of His Country ever had to borrow a pair of legs. full-lengt- h Hoping for the Best. "What is it, Jonathan? asked the wife of the when he had finished reading the telegram. Nothing serious. Willie has run away from school and married a girl who is six years older than him. "Merciful heavens! What will we d . arm-chair- r; flat-toppe- d ? BYNOP8IS. ' Mad Dan Maitland, on reaching his New York bachelor club, met an attractive young woman at the door. Janitor been OHagan assured him no one had womwithin that day. Dan discovered a ans finger prints In duat on hla desk, along with a letter from hla attorney. Maitland dined with Bannertnan, hla attorney. Dan aet out for Greenflelda, to get hla family Jewela. Maitland, on reaching home, aurpriaed lady in gray, cracking the aafe containing hla gems. She, apparently, took him for a crook, Daniel Anlaty. Maitland opened his aafe, took therefrom the jewels, and gave them to her, first forming a partnership In crime. The real Dan Anlsty, sought by police of the world, appeared. Maitland overcame him. He and the girl went to New York In her auto. He had the jewels. She was to meet him that day. A "Mr. introduced himself as a detecEnalth tive. To shield the girl in gray, Maitland, about to show him the jewels, supposedly lost, was felled by a blow from Snaltha cane. The latter proved to be Anlsty himself and he secured the gema. Anlsty, who was Maitland's double, masqueraded as the latter. The criminal kept Maitlands engagement with the girl in gray. He gave her the gems. The girl In gray visited Maitland's apartments duiing his absence and returned gems. Maitland, without cash, called up hla home and voice expostulating. heard a woman's Anlsty, disguised as Maitland, tried to wring from her the location of the gems. A crash was heard at the front door. Maitland overwhelmed the crook, allowing him to escape to shield the young woman. The girl In gray made her escape, jumping Into a cab. An InBtant later, by working a ruse, Anlsty was at her side. He took her to Attorney well-kno- d, office. CHAPTER XIV. Continued. Behind her the door closed softly; atd there followed a thud as a bolt was shot. An Instant later Anlsty caught her by the arm and, roughly now and without wasting speech, hurried her Into the next room. Then, releasing her, he turned up the lights dor and, passing to the windows, threw I dunno. Lets wait till they get two or three of them wide; for the here. Mebby shell be scared when air in the room was stale and lifeless. she sees that lots of children run in "And now, said the criminal in a our family. tone of satisfaction, "now we can talk business, my dear. A Stupid Man 8ervant. He removed his overcoat and hat, "Chawles, he drawled to his new man servant, as be settled himself com- throwing them over the back of a conhis fingers venient drew chair, fortably in his library armchair for an across his chin, and, thoughtfully after-dinnto are waken siesta, "you me whenever I am thirsty, tossing off standing at a little distance, regarded the girl with a shadow of a saturnine a Scotch highball as he spoke. But how shall I know, sir, when smile softening the hard line of his lips. you are thirsty? She stood where he had left her. as "I shall be thirsty whenever I am if volition was no longer hers. Her of roused, course, with a look of arms hung slack at her sides and she pity for the new man's stuwas swaying a trifle, her face vacant, pidity. eyes blank; very near the breaking-dow- n point. A Mark of Importance. The man was not without percep"Our friend isnt making the stir tion; and recognized her state one in statesmanship that we expected. in which, he felt assured, he could get No, said Senator he Sorghum, hasnt even made enough enemies to very little out of her. She must be have the syllable ism tacked to his strengthened and revived before she name to provide a synonym for all hu- would or could respond to the direct catechism he had in store for her. ,In man Iniquity." his own Interest, therefore, more than through any yielding to motives of Which Is Entirely Different. It is true, as the Richmond Virgin- pity and compassion, he piloted her to ian says, that no man is a hero to his a chair by a window and brought her a glass of clear cold water from the stenographer, but often be becomes filter in the adjoining room. her husband. Charleston News and The cold, fresh breeze blowing in Courier. her face proved wonderfully Invigorating. She let her head sink back upon good-nature- d Where are they? dont know. Stop that nonsense unless Where did you leave them? I wont tell I wonL Ah, please, please! Tell me! Never. Ah-h- ! An abrupt and resounding hammering at the outer door forced him to leave off. He dropped her band with an oath and springing to bis feet drew his revolver; then, with a glance at the girl, who was silently weeping, tears of pain rolling down her cheeks, mouth set in a thin pale line of determination, strode out and shut the door after him. As It closed the girl leaped to her feet, maddened with torture, wild eyes casting about tbe room for a weapon of some sort, of offense or defense; for she could not have endured tbe torture an Instant longer. If forced to It, to fight, fight she would. If only she had something, a stick of wood, to defend herself with. But there was nothing, nothing at all. The room was a typical office, well but severely furnished. The rug that covered the tile floor was of rich quality and rare design. The neutral-tintewalls were bare, but tor. a couple of steel engravings In heavy wooden frames. There were three s heavily upholstered leather and on revolving desk-chaia rolltop desk, against tbe partition wall, a waste-pape- r basket, and a desk, or table. And that was all. Or not quite all, else the office equipment had not been complete. There was the telephone! But he would hear! Or was the partition sound-proofAs If in contradiction of the suggestion, there came to her ears very clearly the sound of tbe hall door creaking on its hinges and then a man's voice, shrill with anger and anxiety. You fool! Do you want to ruin us both? What do you mean The door crashed to, interrupting the protest and drowning Anlstys reply. "I was passing, the new voice took up Its plaintive remonstrance, and the watchman called me In and said that you were telephoning for me Damn tbe Interfering fool! interrupted Anlsty. "But whats this Insanity. Anlsty? Whats this about a woman? What tones ascended a high The Seale of fright and rage. Lower your voice, you ass! the And burglar responded, sternly. He took his own advice; and for a little time tbe conference was conducted in guarded tones that did not penetrate the dividing wall save as a deep rumbling alternating with an impassioned squeak. But long ere this had come to pass the girl was risking all at the telephone. Receiver to ear she was Imploring central to connect her with Madison. If only she might get Maitland, tell him where the Jewels were hidden, warn him to remove them then she could escape further suffering by open confession. What number? came central's lanDid you guid query, after a space. I ... Michael Bruce. A descendant of Michael Bruce Is wanted to appear at the Poetical dinner. Michael Brucef Yes, he was the poet who nearly lost his immortality at the hands of a robber, and, though dead, was saved from oblivion by John Bright Bright had recited the Ode to the Cuckoo at a literary gathering, and spoke of one Logan as the author. By and by doubts arose, Inquiry followed, and in 1872 Bright paid a pilgrimage of penitence to the grave of Bruce. Michael died in his twenty-firs- t year, and soon after Pastor Logan of Leith, under the mask of friendship, obtained all the poets unpublished manuscripts from the bereaved parents, promising to publish a memorial edition for their benefit After years of delay a beggarly brochure appeared, of which the old folk received six In due copies as their benefit. course Logan published the bulk of the remainder as his own, and people, for a time believed in him! London Chronicle. the cushions of the easy, comfortably leather chair and drank in the clean air in great deep draughts, with a sense of renewing vigor, both bodily and spiritual. The water helped, too; she dabbled the tip of a ridiculously small handkerchief In it and bathed her throbbing temples. The while, Anlsty stood over her, waiting with discrimination if with scant patience. What was to come she neither knew nor greatly cared; but, with an instinctive desire to postpone the inevitable moment of trial, she simulated deadly languor for some moments after becoming conscious of her position; and lay passive, long lashes all but touching her cheeks in which now a faint color was growing gaze wandering at random out over a dreary wilderness of flat rectangular roofs, livid In the moonlight, broken by long, straight clefts of darkness in whose depths lights gleamed faintly. Far in the south the sky came down purple and black to the horizon, where a silver spark glittered like a star the torch of Liberty. "1 think, tones, Anlstys clear-cu- t incisive as a razor edge, crossed the listless trend of her thoughts, "I think we will now get down to business, my lady! She lifted her lashes, meeting his masterful stare with a look of calm InWell? quiry. "So you're better now? Possibly It was a mistake to give you that rest, my lady. Still, when ones a gentleman-cracksman !" He chuckled unpleasantly, not troubling to finish his sentence. "Well?' he mocked, seating himself easily upon an adjacent table. Were here at last, where well suffer no Interruptions to our little council of war. Beyond the watchman, theres probably not another soul in the building; and from that window there It is a straight drop of 24 Btorles to Broadway, while I'm between you and the door. So you may be resigned to stay here until 1 get ready to let you go. If you scream for help, no one will low-hun- g bear you. "Very well, she assented mechanically, turning her head away with a shiver of disgust. "What is it you want? "The jewels," he said, bluntly. might have guessed that. "You did And have saved yourself and me considerable trouble by speaking ten minutes ago. Yes, she agreed, abstractedly. "Now, he continued, with a hint of anger In his voice, you are going c "1 tell." She shook her head slightly. Oh, but you are, my lady. And his tone rasped, quickened with the latent brutality of the natural criminal. And I know that youll not force me to extreme measures. It wouldnt be pleasant for you, you know; and I promise you I shall stop at nothing whatever to make you speak." new-come- Ninety-eight-nin- smiled. e say No no, central. Madison, please, and hurry hurry! em. Ah, I'm ringin They ain't answered yet. Gimme time. There they are. Go ahead. Hello, hello! Pwhat Is ut? And the girl trembled, know- ing that he had solved her secret; for she bad hoped against hope that the only words be could have heard her speak would bave had too cryptle a significance for his comprehension. As, slowly and composedly, he replaced the receiver on its hook and returned the instrument to the desk, a short and rotund figure of a man, in rumpled evening dress and wearing a wilted collar, hopped excitedly into the room, cast at the girl one terrified glance out of eyes that glittered with excitement like black diamonds, set in a face tbe hue of yeast, and clutched the burglars arm. he cried, Oh, Anisty, Anisty! Mrs. Subbubs Now, look out how piteously. "What is it? What is it? you get on and off the cars. Youre-sTell me! awfully careless about the trains, Its all right, returned the burglar. you know. Dont you worry, little man. Pull Subbubs Thats a fact. I lost And laughed. yourself together. one going to the city and But what what stammered the one coming home. y Only that she's given herself away, and chuckled Anlsty; beautifully completely. The brass bowl, says she thinking I never saw one on Maitlands desk! and OHagan, and who the divvle are you? says the man on the other end of the wire, when I ask who he Is. And? And? pleaded tbe little man, dancing with worry. And it means that my lady here returned the jewels to Maitland by hidon ing them under a brass his desk ass that I was not to know! You are 'cute, my lady! with an ironic Balute to the girl, "but youve met your match In Anlsty. And, demanded the other as the burglar snatched up his hat and coat, what will you do, Anlsty? Do?" Why, contemptuously. what is there to do but go and get them? Weve risked too much and made New York too hot for the two of us, my dear sir, to get out of the game without the profits. "But I beg of you You neednt It wont grimly. bring you In any money. But Maitland Is out. OHagan answered the phone. Dont you understand? But he may return! "Thats his lookout. Im sorry for him If he does. Anisty produced the revolver from his pocket, and twirled the cylinder significantly. I owe Mr. Maitland something, he said, nodding to the white-facegirl by the table, "and I shouldnt be sorry to And what, broke In the what am I going to do meanwhile?" Devil tbe bit I care! Stay here and keep this Impetuous female from calling up police headquarters, for a good guess. Speaking of which, I think we had best settle this telephone business once and for ill. The burglar turned to the desk and began ta work & the with at small f Jv driver which he produced fromLs coat pocket, talking the while. Our best plan, my dear Banner-man- , is for you to come with me, at least as far as the nearest corner. You can wait there. If youre too cowardly to go the limit, like a man. Ill get tbe loot and join you, and we can make a swift hike for the first train that goes farthest out of town. A pity, for weve done pretty well, you and I, old boy; you with your social entree and bump of locality to locate the spoils, me with my courage and skill to lift em, and an equitable division. Oh, dont worry about her, Banner-man- ! Shes as deep In It as either of us, only she happens to be sentimental, and an outsider on this deal. She wont blab. Besides, you're ruined anyway, as far as NewYorks Come along. That's finconcerned. ished; she wont send any Important I messages over that wire guess. My dear young lady! Rising and throwing the overcoat over his arm, he waved his hat at her in sardonic courtesy. "I cant say it has been a pleasure to know you, but you have made It Interesting, I admit And I bid you a very good night. The charwoman will let you out when she comes to clean up In the morning. Adieu, my dear! The little man bustled after him, bleating and fidgeting; and the lock clicked. She was alone utterly and forlornly alone and had lost lost all, all that she had prized and hoped to win, even even him. She raised fluttering, Impotent white hands to her temples, trying to collect d new-come- r, aT. t, Her heart sank; O'Hagans voice herself. meant that Maitland was out. , In the outer room a clock was tickOHagan is that you? Tell Mr. ing. Unconsciously she moved to the Maitland doorway and stood looking for a time Hes gawn out for the nolght an at the white, expressionless dial. It Tell him, please But hes out. Ring up VERY CARELESS! other. Have you given them to Maitland?" ' Whatever the reply, it seemed to please him. His brows cleared, the wrath that had made his face almost he even subsided; unrecognizable was some time a minute or two bethe fore she deciphered the hour. marnln. Ten minutes past two! Ah, the lifeBut cant you take this message time she had lived in the past 70 for him? Please minutes! And the futility of it all! The door was suddenly jerked open (TO BE CONTINUED.) and Anisty leaped into the room, face Avoid Round Shoulders. white with passion. Terrified, the Are you letting yourself sag a bit girl sprang from the desk, carrying the instrument with her, placing the re- at the shoulders? Don't, If you want volving chair between her and her to keep either young or well. There is enemy. nothing so fatally easy &8 to grow The brass bowl, please tell him Keep a that, she cried clearly into the re- watch on yourself to prevent it. sharp Each ceiver. morning stand up against the Jamb And Anlsty was upon her, striking of a door and see if you have the telephone from her grasp with to sag. Also walk around your begun room one swift blow and seizing her savage- each day with a piece of broomstick As the wrist. the instrument or short umbrella under your arm and ly by clattered and pounded on the floor she brought across the back. This keeps was sent reeling and staggering half- the chest up and head well poised. across the room. way exercises, whenever As she brought up against the you think of them, will help ward off desk, catching its edge and those round shoulders, also making a saving herself & fall, the burglar practice to work with the chest up. This last is the simplest of all precaught up the telephone. "Who is that? he Bhouted, impera- ventives, for if it Is always practiced tively, into the transmitter. the rest will follow. in round-shouldere- Deep-breathin- g d HIS OPEN HANDS 'CRACKED "I am a man seventy years old. My hands were very sore and cracked open on the insides for over a year with large sores. They would crack open and bleed, itch, burn and ache bo that I could not sleep and could do but little work. They were so bad that I could not dress myself in the morning. They would bleed and tbe blood dropped on the floor. I called on two doctors, but they did me I could get nothing to do any good till I got the Cuticura Soap and Cuticura Ointment About a year-agmy daughter got a cake of Cuticura Soap and one box of Cuticura-Ointmen- t and In one week from tbe time I began to use them my hands were all healed up and they have not been a mite, sore since. I would not be without the Cuticura Remedies. They also cured a bad sore on the hand of one of my neighbors children, and they think very highly of the Cuticura Remedies. John W. Hasty, So. Effingham, N. H., Mar. 5 and Apr. 11, 09." HOLDER FIRST OF PATENT Wright Brothers, Inventive as They Are, Could Not Claim Infringement There. at a dinner, said the Wrights, They don't own the air, you know. Did you hear about that conversation that was overheard between them at Glenn H. Curtiss, of good-naturedl- the Dayton plant? Orville, cried Wilbur, running out of doors excitedly, look! Heres another aviator using our patent! He certainly Is! shouts Orville-That- s our simultaneous warping bnd steering movement to a T! Call a cop! screams Wilbur. Get another injunction! i But Orville, who bad! looked his binocular, lalu his hand gently on his brother's arm. Come in back to work, Wilbur, he said. Its a duck." jy . h The trjsfi of Shakespeare. An Englishman and an Irishman were having an argument on the subI defy you," ject of Shakespeare. said the former, to find a single Irish character in the whole of his works.-Well- , I can give you two, at all events, replied the Irishman. Miss OPhelia and Corry OLanus. He forgot Hamlets Intimate friend, who stood beside him while he was contemplating his uncle In devotion, and observed: "Now, would I do it, Pat, while he is praying. 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"It was not many days before he forgot all about being nursed, and has. ilnce lived almost exclusively on Grape-NutToday the boy Is strong and robust, and as cute a mischief-make- r as a thirteen months old baby Is expected to be. "We have put before him other foods, but he will have none of thenv evidently preferring to stick to that which did him so much good his old friend Grape-NutUse this letter any way you wish. Tor my wife and I can never praise Grape-Nut- s enough after the brightness it has brought to our household. Grape-Nut- s Is not made for a baby rood, but experience with thousands of babies shows It to be among the best,. If not entirely the best in use. Being t scientific preparation of Nature's grains, it is equally effective as a body ind brain builder for grown-ups- . Read tbe little book, The Road to Aellville, In pkgs. Theres a Reason. Evr rend the above A aew ne nppfim from llmf letter? to time. The ire freeulne, true, aad full of huaaa atereat s |
