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TEA. For that reason is never sold in bulk. H65 1 =-\___- v Friendly Stiles of England. The stiles begin to exercise their old charm when the time for country wan- dering arrives. They appeal to you now. They are irresistibly friendly. They would not try to make it easy for on to pass to the other side of the hedge did you need to go further, like a. trespasser, looking this way and that, writes P. W. D. I., in "‘The Lon- don Daily Mail." Wherever there are stiles they are friendly. They differ much in form, from the rude steps on the fern and foxglove walls of Cornwall to the torn ship's timbers taken from the shore and fashioned into stepping ways amid the briars and brambles of Norfolk hedges. They mark the short cuts to rest as well as work. They are crossed for dalliance no less than dispatch. It is the loiterers’ season that is starting now. The lure of the field paths is strong. There will be wanderers alone and wanderers in threes and fours; but perhaps as often as all others there will be wandercrs in twos, tramping from stile to stile till they find one more friendly than the restâ€"a lovers’ seat. Summer comes, with billows of leaves and surge 'of flowers, with un- ceasing drone of insects in the sunny air. The quiet woodside that the little path hugs is grown bosky; the heck in the hollow tinkles over its pebbles be- neath the plank bridge and then is lost in a forest of willow herb; the corn is . grown so high that children crossing the fields are seen only as they top the stiles; and every stile is deeper set, so have the lusty brambles pread their long arms around and all the hedge- row plants glven themselves to aban- don. The lovers must sit closer, And then will the small meadow- brown butterflies disport around these spots from morn to eve. We call them gatekeepers, because they haunt the field gateways with wink of eyed wings and airy dancing. 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There’s three of them now, sir said one of the lockers-on politely. And the old people can still laugh at themselves,â€"â€"which is perhaps the touchstone of humblyâ€"especially the old women, who regard the world and its needs and follies as from another plane, having never had time or follies and having outlived all needs except a , pinch 0’ tea and a paireen o‘ boots. I cannot forget little old Mrs. Leary, who, dying, said gayly: “Sure, three inches of a coiiin’ll do Ime! 'Look,’ I says to them, ‘make the coffin a small sign too big, the way the people'll think the Womaneen in- side in it wasn’t all out so little as what she was!” And consider the two old “nurses” at Ross, one of whom was acting as lbutler and housemaid, and the other as cook and yard boy; each, conscious of her own absurdity, would describe herself and her companion as, "Me an' the other owld hairo'.” l l yn Could She Answer That? Farmerâ€""Mother, that boy of ours ain't doin‘ nothin' at college but fool- in’ round with the girls." Wife ~"Oh, I think not, Hiram --hc's or tint successfully, because perfect‘ a-worliin hard. I Farmcrâ€"“A-workin' hard, ch? Then ’whnt you make of this here Alma . Mater he's allus writin‘ 'bout he loves so much?” Wasâ€"â€" Nature’s Night-Lights. \Vbat is the most efficient light in the world? Some people might vote at once for the "last word" of science in artificial ‘ illumination, but they would be wrong. The most efficient light known to us was known in the days of pine torches and rushlights. it is that with which Nature has endowed the glow-worm and the firefly. Science has so far failed to solve the Applewormâ€"“Not so good. Thelproblem of the production of light landlord has just raised our rent to I without heatâ€"a problem which seems forty apple seeds :1 month!" to have given Dame Nature no diffi- __..; culty. In all artificial light production Love is the only fire that is Qucugh, an enormous amount of energy is lost to melt the iron obstinacy of a crane i in the form of heat rays and chemical ture’s will. mys‘ Thus a fonr~watt carbon glow lamp has a luminous efficiency of less than a half per cent., and the most perfect artificial illuminant has an efficiency of only four per cent. Science here compares badly Willi Nature, for the luminous efficiency of the firstly is no less than 99.5 pcr cent, whilst the glo\v~v.'orm's light is Eeighty times more ctiicicut than tungsten lamp. ‘iilsw BlCY CLES FROM $30 To $50 Write for description and our special -9. 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It is the man who may. by some thousandth chance, have 8’ Stepped into the room an’ killed him while none of us were present," ex- plained Kirby. “If there is such an unknown man you can cut the time down to five min- utes instead of ten, providing your schedule is correct," James cut in. “For according to it I was there part of the time and Mrs. Hull part of the rest of it.” “Yes,” agreed his cousin. “But you may have decided that Mrs. Hull is X or that I am," jeered James. “If so, of course that ends It. No need for a judge or jury." Kirby turned to the man by the door. “Chief, one of the queer things. about this mystery is that all the wit- nesses had somethin’ to conceal. Go right through the list, an’ it's true of every one of us. I’m talkin’ about the important witnesses, of course. We“, Cole an’ I found a paper in the living-room of the apartment where Horikawa was killed. {It was in Jap- anese. I ought to have turned it over to you, but I didn’t. I was kinda playin’ a lone hand. At that time I didn’t suspect my cousin James at all. We Were workin’ together on this thing. At least I thought so. I found out better later. I took the paper to him to get it translated, thinkin’ maybe Horikawa might have written some kind of a confession. James lost that paper. Anyhow, he claimed he did. My theory is that Horikawa had some evidence against him. He was afraid of what that paper would tell.” “Unfortunately for your theory it was a clerk of mine who lost the pa- per. I had nothing to do with it,” James retorted coldly. “No doubt the paper has been destroyed, but not by me. Quite by accident, I judge.” His cousin let off a bomb beneath the broker’s feet. “You’ll be glad to know that the paper wasn’t; destroy- ed,” he said. “I have it, with a trans- lation, in my pocket at the present moment.” James clutched the arms of his chair. His knuckles grew white with the strain. “Whereâ€"where did you find it?” he managed to say. “In the most private drawer of your safe, where you hid it,” Kirby replied quietly. Cunningham visibly fought for his composure. He did not speak until he had perfect self-control. Then it was with a sneer. “And this paper which you allege you found in my safeâ€"after a burg- lary which, no doubt, you know is very much against the lawâ€"docs it convict me of the murder of my uncle?” The tension in the room was nerve- shattering. Men and women suspend- ed breathing while they waited for an answer. “On the contrary, it acquit; you of any guilt whatever in the matter.” l Phyllis Cunningham gave a brokcn !littlc sob and collapsed into her husâ€" band's arms. Jack rose, his face work- ing, and caught his brntlic: by the ‘shouldcr. These two had suffered greatly, not only because of their fear ifor him, but because of the fear of his guilt that had poisoned their peace. James too, was moved, as much by relief that had lifted from his heart. But his pride hcld }.im outwardly col-d. “Since you’ve decided I didn’t do it, "Mr. Lane. perhaps you'll tell us then {who did,” he suggested presently. I There came a knock at the door. A whimsical smile twitched at the corners of Kirby’s mouth. He did not yoftcn have a chance for dramatics 'like this. , I I l “Why, yes, that seems fair enough, ’ lhe answered “He’s knockin’ at the door now. Enter X." CHAPTER XLI. Ll ’ Horiku‘w'n‘.’ .. ENTER X. i Shibo stood on the threshold and |sent. a swift glance around the room. He had expected to meet James alone. 1That first slant look of the long eyes forewarned him that Nemesis was at "hand. But he faced without a flicker of the lids the destiny he had pre- ‘pared for himself. : “You write me note come see you now,” he said to Cunningham. . James showed surprise. “No, I think not.” "You no want me?” The Chief's hand fell on the shoul- dcr of the janitor. “I want you, Shibo.” _ “You write me note come here now?” “No, I reckon Mr. Lane wrote that." "I plenty busy. “7th you want me for?" ‘For the murders of James Cun- ‘ninlzhani and Horikawa." Before the words were out of his mouth the Chief had his prisoner handcuffed, Shibo turned to Kirby. “You tellum police I lâ€"zillum )Ir. Cunin’lam and u “Yes. M l “l pltnty sorry I no kill you." I "You did your best, Shibo. :lhl‘C-C shots at ten feet. ing.” Took Tangled Trails “BY WILLIAM MACLE’OD RAIN! (Copyright Thomas Allen). their love for him as by the sudden.) “Do you mean that he actually tried to kill you?” James asked in surprise. “In the Denmark Building, the other night, at eleven o’clock. And I’ll say he made a bad mistake when he tried an’ didn’t get away with it. For I knew that the man who was aimin’ to un me was the same one that had killed Uncle James. He'd got to worryin' for fear I was followin’ too - hot a trail.” “Did you recognize him?" Jack said. “Not right then. I was too busy duckin’ for cover. Safety first was my motto right then. No, when I first had time to figure on who eculd be the Igentleman that was so eager to make me among those absent, I rather laid .it to Cousm James, with Mr. Cass Hull second on my list of suspects. The lfellow had a searchlight an’ he flashed it 0 me. I could see above it a ban- dann. handkerchief over the face. I’d seen a bandanna like in in Hull's hands. But I had to eliminate Hull. The gunman on the stairs had small, neat feet, no larger than a woman’s. Hull’s feet areâ€"well, sizable.” They were. Huge was not too much to call them. As a dozen eyes focused on his boots the fat man drew them back of the rungs of his chair. This attention to personal details of his conformation was embarrassing. “Those small feet stuck in my mind,” Kirby went on. “Couldn‘t seem to get rid of the idea. They put James out of consideration, unless, of course, he had hired a killer, an’ that didn’t look reasonable to me. I'll tell the truth. I thought of Mrs. Hull dressed as a manâ€"an’ then I thought of Shibo.” “Had you suspected him before?” This from Olson. “Not of the murders. I had learned that he had seen the Hulls came from my uncle’s rooms an’ had kept quiet. Hull admitted that he had been forced to bribe him. I tackled Shibo with it; an’ threatened to tell the police. Evi- dently he became frightened and tried to murder me. I got; a note makin’ an appointment at the Den- mark Building at eleven in the night. The writer promised to tell me who killed my uncle. I took a chance an’ went.” The cattleman turned to Mrs. Hull. “Will you explain about the l ‘uote, please?” The gaunt, tightâ€"lipped woman rose, as though she had been called on at school to recite. she said. “Shibo made me. I didn’t ‘know he meant to kill Mr. Lane. He said he'd tell everything if I didn’t.” She sat down. She had finished her little piece. I, f‘So I began to focus on Shibo. He might be playin’ a lone hand, or he might be a tool of my cousin James. A detective hired by me saw him leave Jnme’s office. That didn’t ab- solutely settle the point. He might. have seen somethin' an’ be blackmailin’ lhim too. That was the way of it, He turned poiutblank to lwasn’t it?” Cunningham. “Yes,” the broker said. “He had us rightâ€"not only me, but Jack and lPhyllis, too. I couldn't let him drag ‘hcr into it. The day you saw me with lthe straincd tendon I had been with ‘him and Horikawa in the zipal'tmcnt next to the one Uncle James rented. We quarrcllcd. I got furious and caught Shibo by the throat to shake the little scoundrcd. some kind of a jiu-jits‘u twist. He was at me every day. He never let up. He meant to bleed 'me heavily. We couldn’t come to terms. I hated to 'ield to him.” “And did you?” “I promised him an answer soon.” he was goin’ to get it.” lback to the previous question. 'time I saw Shibo I took a look at his feet. He was wearin’ a pair 0’ shoes that looked to me mighty like those {worn by the man that ambushed me. They didn’t have any cap pieces across , the toes. he was shootin’ at me. It struck me Ithat it would be a good idea to look ' his quarters in the basement. Shibo had one human weakness. llc’s “I wrote the note,” He gave my arm . A “No doubt he came to-dny thinkin" Kirby \vent‘ “Next ‘ I’d noticed that even while‘ . fr Every Meal. It’s the longest-lasting aconfection you can b -â€"and It’s a help to gesflon and a cleanser «for the moggr d teeth. I w i. (an Liberty! Equality! Fraternity! They are the three steps of the su« preme ladder. Liberty is right; equal< ity is fact; fraternity is duty. 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