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, GEYSER JUDITH . BASIN TIMES ;IA erne ledy in- lay. erns spa- ley ion ex' rye the ood is nd ant he fa 8& has ey are ed. k - he s. d - le (713ATIr1111) I1(ItoR6r IMDOLPII (111:51T1L and LILLIAN (11TER T 11 • COPYRIGHT 1914 OY • • TNT RIO 000A ll1U5TRATrD sir- C.D. PrIODE5 CORPORATION SYNOPSIS. —11— At a vestry meeting of the Market Square church Gall Sargent tells Rev. Smith Boyd that Market Square church is apparently a lucrative business enter- prise. Allison takes Gall riding In his motor car. She finda cold disapproval In the eyes of Rev. Smith Boyd. Allison starts a campaign for consolidation and control of the entire transportation sys- tem of the world. Gail becomes popular. Allison gains control of transcontinental traffic and arranges to absorb the Ved- der court tenement property of Market Square church. Gail tells Boyd that the cathedral Market Square church proposes to build will be out of profits wrung from squalor. At a meeting of the seven finan- cial magnates of the country. Allison or- ganizes the International Transportation company. Rev. Smith Boyd undertakes Gail's spiritual instruction and Gail un- \°nsclouslY gives Allison a hint that solves the Vedder court problem for him. On SIP Inspection trip in Allison's new sub- way tunnel caves in and imprisons the party, who are rescued by the exet- Doos of Allison and Boyd. The newspaper Recounts of the subway accident place Dail In the spotlight and drive her to her home In the West lier friends send Dick Rodice to lure Gall and Any back to NeW York. and he succeeds. - CHAPTER XV—Continued. The wide -set sanitary policeman paused in his survey long enough to wag a thick forefinger at the outraged householder. \Don't stint anything,\ he advised. \There's some tough mugs in this .block, but you go down to the places I've been, and you'll find that they're •II clean.' NVith these few simple remarks, he turned his back indifferently to Mr. Rogers, and, catching hold of the car- pet in the corner with his fingers, he lifted it up by the roots. \There's no use buckin' the govern- ertent,\ Mr. Rogers decided, after a critical study of the sanitary police- man's back, which was extremely Im- pressive. \It's a government of the rich for the rich. Has a poor man got any show? I'm a capable station- ery engineer. All I ask is a chance to work—at my trade.\ This by an afterthought. \If you'll give me two Jolters to tide me over—\ Rev. Smith Boyd stepped out of the way of the sanitary policeman, and then stepped out of the door, \And you call yourself a minister of the Gospel!\ Mr. Rogers yelled after him. That was a sample of the morning's work, and Rev. Smith Boyd felt more end more, as he neared luncheon time, that he merited some consideration, If only for the weight of the cross he bore. There were worse incidents than the abuse of men like Rogers; ,here were the hideons sick to see. and the ge,nuinely distressed to com- fort, and depthless misery to relieve; and any day In Vedder court was a terrific drain, both upon his sympa- thies and his personal pocket. He felt that this was an exception- ally long day. Home in a hurry at twelve -thirty. A scrub, a complete change of every- thing, and a general feeling that he bhould have been sterilized and baked la well. Luncheon with the mother who saw what a long day this was, Chen a far different type of calls; to' a sedate black car this time, up along the avenue, and in and out of the dean side streets, where there was little danger of having a tire punc- tured by a wanton knife, as so often happened in Vedder court. Away to Vedder court again, dis- missing his car at the door of Temple mission, and walking inside, out of range of the leers of those senile old buildings, but not out of the range of the peculiar spirit of Vedder court. which manifested itself most clearly lo the olfactory sense. The organ was playing when he en- tered, and the benches were half filled by battered old human remnants, who pretended conversion in order to pick hp the crumbs which fell from the table of Market Square church. Chid- ing himself for weariness of the spirit, end comforting himself with the thought that one greater than he had faltered on the way to Golgotha. he sat on the little platform, with a hymn book in his hand, and, when the prel- ude was finished, he devoted his won- derful voice to the blasphemy. The organist, a volunteer, a little vid man who kept a shoemaker's shop around the corner, and who played etncerely in the name of helpfulness Was pure of heart. The men with the rough-hewn coun- tenance, unfortunately not here today. was also sincere in an entirely un- spiritual way; but, with these excep Owls, and himself, of course, the rec- tor knew positively that there was not another uncalioused creature in the room not one who could be reached by argument, sympathy or fear! They were past redemption, every last man and woman; and, at the conclusion of the hymn, he rose to cast his pearls before swine, without heart and with- out interest; for no man is interested in anything which cannot possibly be accomplished. With a feeling of mockery. yet up field by the thought that he was hold- ing out the way and the light, not only seven times but seventy times *even times, to whatever shred or arumb of divinity might Ile unsuapect id in these sterile breasts. he strove earnestly In •routio enthupiasm in him- self so that he might Mir these dead ghosts, even in some 'ideate and re- mote degree. Suddenly a harsh and raucous voice interrupted him. It was the voice of Mr. Rogers, and that gentleman, who had apparently secured somewhere the two dollars to tide him over, was now embarked on the tide. He had taken just enough drinks to make him ugly, if that process were possible. and he had developed a particularly strong resentment of the latest injus- tice which had been perpetrated on him. That injustice consisted of Rev. Smith Boyd's refusal to lend him money till a week from next Satur- day night; and he had come to expose the rector's shallow hypocrisy. This he proceeded to do, in language quite unsuited to the chapel of Temple mis- sion and to the ears of the ladles then present, most of whom grinned. The proceedings which followed were but brief. Rev. Smith Boyd re- quested the intruder to stop. The in- truder had rights, and he stood on them! Rev. Smith Boyd ordered him to stop; but the intruder had a free and independent spirit, which forbade him to accept orders from any man! Rev. Smith Boyd, in the interests of discipline, without which the dignity and effectiveness of the cause could not be upheld, and pleased that this was so, ordered him out of the room. Mr. Rogers, with a flood of. abuse which displayed some versatility, in- vited Rev. Smith Boyd to put him out; and Rev. Smith Boyd did so. It was not much of a struggle, though Mr. Rogers tore two benches loose on his way, and, at the narrow door through which it is difficult to thrust even a weak man, because there are so many arms and legs attached to the human torso, he was compelled to practically pitch him, headlong, across the side- walk and over the curb and into the gutter! The victim of injustice arose slowly, and turned to come back, but he paused to take a good look at the stalwart young perpetrator. and res membered that he was thirsty. Rev. Smith Boyd found himself standing in the middle of the sidewalk. with fists clenched and his blood surg- ing. The atmosphere before his eyes seemed to be warm, as if it were red- dened slightly, lie was tingling from head to foot with a passion which he had repressed and throttled and smothered since the days of his boy- hood! He had striven, with a strength which was the secret of his compelling voice, to drive out of him all earthly dross, to found himself on the great example which was without the cravings of the body; he had sought to make himself spiritual; but, all at once, this conflict had roused in him a raging something, which swept up from the very soles of his feet to his twirling brain, and called him man! For a quivering moment he stood there, alive with all the virility which was the richer because of his long re pression. Lie knew many things now. many things 'which ripened him in an instant, and gave him the heart to touch and the mind to onderstand and the soul to flame. He knew himself. he knew life, he knew, yes, and that was the wonderful miracle of the flood which poured in on him, he knew love! He reached suddenly for his watch. Six -ten. He could make it! Still irn pelted by this new creature which had sprung up in him, he started; but at the curb he stopped. Ile had been in such a whirl of emotion that he had not realized the absence of his hat He strode into the mission door, and the rays of the declining sun, strug- gling dimly through the dingy glass, fell on the scattered little assem- blage—as If it had been sent to touch them in mercy and co:luta:Alen—on the weak and the poor and the pite- ously crippled of soul; and a great wave of shame came to him; shame and thankfulneee. too! He walked slowly up to the plat- form, and, turning to that reddened sunlight which bathed his upturned face as if with a benediction, he said, in a voice which, in its new sweetness of vibration, stirred even the murky depths of these, the numb: \Let us pray.\ CHAPTER XVI. The Creed of Gail. Who was that tall, severely correct gentleman waiting at the station, with a bunch of violets in his hand and the light in his countenance which was never on sea or land? It wat Gerald Fosland. and he astonished all be- holders by his extraordinary conduct. As the beautiful Arty stepped through the gates, he advanced with an en- tirely unrepreFsed smile, springing from the balls of his feet with a buoy- ancy too active to be quite it good form. He took Arly's hand in his, but he did not bend over It with his Cus- tomary courteous gallantry. Instead. he drew her slightly towards him, with a firm and deliberate movement. and, oending his head sidewise under the brim of her hat, kissed her: kissed her on the lips! Immediately thereafter he gave a dignified welcome to Gail. end with Arty's arm mulched tightly in his own. he then disappeared. ' they walked rapidly away, Any loo,..d up at him in bewilderment; ,,then sho suddenly hugged herself closer to Inni with a jerk. As they went out through the carriage entrance, she skipped. It was good to see Allison, big, strong, forceful, typical of the city and Its mighty deeds. His eye had lighted with something more than pleasure as Gail stepped out through the gates of the station; something so infinitely more than pleasure that her eyes dropped, and her hand trembled as she felt that same old warm thrill of his clasp. Ile was so overwhelming in his physical dominance. He took im- mediate possession of her, standing by while she greeted her uncle and aunt and other friends, and beaming with justifiably proud proprietorship. Gall had laughed as she recognized that attitude. Allison was really a big man, one born to command, to away things, to move and shift and re- arrange great forces; and that, of course, was his manner In everything. She flushed each time she looked in his direction; for he never removed his gaze from her; bold, confident, su- preme. When a man like that is kind and gentle and considerate, when he is tender and thoughtful and full of devotion, he is a big man indeed! Rev. Smith Boyd was at the steps of the Sargent house to greet her, and her heart leaped as she recognized another of the dear familiar faces. This was her world, after all; not that world of her childhood. How differ- ent the rector looked; or was it that she had needed to go away in order to judge her friends anew? His eyes were different; deeper, steadier and more penetrating into her own; and yes, bolder. She was forced to look away from them for a moment. There seemed a warm eagerness in his greet- ing, as if everything in him were draw- ing her to him. With a rapidity which was a marvel to all her girl friends. Gail had slipped upstairs and into a creamy lace eve- ning frock without . having been missed; and she was in this acutely harmonious setting when Rev. Smith Boyd called, with his beautiful mother on his arm. The beautiful mother was in an exceptional flurry of delight to see Gail, and kissed that charming young lady with clinging warmth. The rector's eyes were even more strik- ingly changed than they had been when he had first met her on the steps, as they looked on Gail in her creamy lace, and after she had read that new intense look in his eyes for For a Quivering Moment He Stood There. the second time that evening, she hur- ried away, with the license of a busy hostess, and cooled her face at an open uindow in the side vestibule. There was a new note in Rev. Smith Boyd's voice; not a greater depth nor mellowness nor sweetness, but a something else. What was it? It was a call, that was it; a call across the gulf of futurity. They came after her Ted and Lu- cile had arrived. She was in a vortex. Dick Rodley hemmed her in a corner, and proposed to her again. just for practice, within eyeshot of a dozen people, and he did it so that onlookers might think that he was compliment- ing her on her clever coiffure or dis- cussing a new operetta; but he made her blush, which was the intention In the depths of his black eyes. It seemed that she was in a perpetual blush to- night, and something within her seemed to be surging and halting and wavering and quivering! Floe Aunt Helen Davies, rather early in the eve- ning. began to act stiff and formal. \Go home.\ she murmured lo Lucile. \All this excitement is bad for Gail's beauty.\ After that the exodus became gen- eral, until only Allison and Rev, Smith Boyd remained The latter young gen- tleman had taken his flutteringly hap- py mother borne early in the evening, and he had reeorted to dullness with such of the thinning guests as had seemed disposed to linger. Aunt Helen thought she had better go upstairs after that, and she glanced into the music room as she passed. and knitted her brows at the tableau Rev Smith Boy d, who seemed unusu- ally fine looking tonight, steed leaning against the piano, watching Gail with an almost incendiary gaze. Thai young lady steadily resisting an tin pulse to feel her cheek with the back of her hand, sat on the end of the piano bete h farthest removed from the rector, and directed the most of her attention to Allison, who was less disconcerting. Allison, casting an oc- casional glance at the intense young rector, seemed preoccupied tonight; and him Helen Davies, pausing to take her sister Grace with her, walked up the stairs with a forefinger tapping at her well-shaped chin. She seemed to have reversed places with her sis- ter tonight, for Mrs. Sargent was su- premely happy, while Helen Davies was doing the family worrying. She could have bidden Allison adieu had she waited a very few minutes. He was a man who had spent a life- time in linking two and two together, and he abided unwaveringly by his de- ductions. There was no mistaking the nature of the change which was so ap- parent in Rev. Smith Boyd; but Alli- son, after careful thought on the mat- ter, was able to take a comparatively early departure. \I'll see you tomorrow, Gail,\ he ob- served finally. Rising, he crossed to where she sat, and, reaching into her lap. he took both her hands. He let her arms swing from his clasp, and, looking down into her eyes with smil- ing regard, he gave her hands an extra pressure, which sent, for the hun dredth time that night, a surge of color over her face. Rev. Smith Boyd, blazing down at that scene, suddeuly felt something crushing under his hand. It was the light runner board of the music rack. and three hairs, which had lain in placid place at the crown of his head, suddenly scen i . tu) t i o t i t t i pe no d e .d rect. Ten thousand years before, had these three been so ass ie assurance. Rev. n grouped, Allison would have felt a stone ax on the back of his neck, but as it was he passed out unmolested. nodding carelessly to the young rec- tor, and bestowing on Gall a parting look which was the perfection of easy wasted not a min- ute in purposeless hesitation or idle preliminary conversation. - Gail!\ he said, in a voice which chimed of all the love songs ever writ- ten, which vibrated with all the love passion ever breathed, which pleaded with the love appeal of all the domi- nant forces since creation. Gail had resumed her seat on the end of the piano bench, and now he reached down and took her hand, and held it. unresisting. She was weak and limp. and( she averted her eyes from the burning gaze which beamed down on her, lier breath was fluttering, and the baud which lay in her lap was cold and trembling. \Gail. I love you!\ He bent his head and kissed her hand. The touch was lire, and she felt her blood leap to IL \Gail dear,\ and his voice was like tee suppressed cres- cendo of a tremendous organ flute; \I come to you with the love of a man I come to you with the love of one inspired to do great deeds, not just to lay them at your feet. but because you are in the world!\ lie bent lower. and tried to gaze into the brown eyes under those fluttering lashes. lie held her hand more tightly to him, clasped it to his breast. oppressed her with the tremendous desire of his whole being to draw her to him, and hold her close, as one and a part of him for all time to come, mingling and merg log them into one ecstatic liarmouy. \Gail! Oh, Gail, Gail!\ There was a cry in that repetition of her name, almost an anguish. She stole an upward glance at him, her face pale, her beautiful lips half part- ed, and in her depthless brown eyes, alive now with a new light which had been born within her, there was no forbiddance, though she dropped them hastily, and bent her head still lower. She had made herself an eternal part of him just then, had he but eetzed upon th:.t unspoken assent, and taken her in his arms. and breathed to her of the love of man fer woman, the love that never dies nor wavers nor falters. so long as the human race shall en- dure. Ito bent still closer to her, so that he all but enfolded her. His warm breath was upon her cheek. The gym - 'tidily which Was between them bridged the narrow chasm of air, and enveloped them in an ethereal flame which coursed them from head to foot, and had already- nigh welded them into one. \I need you, Gall!\ he told her. \I need you to be my wife, my sweet- heart, my companion. I need you to go with me through life, to walk hand in hand with me about the greatest work in the world, the redemption of the fallen and helpless, into whose lives we may shed some of the beauty which blossoms in our own.\ There was a low cry from Gall, a cry which was half a sob, which came with a sharp intake of the breath, and carried with it pain and sorrow and protest. She had been so happy, iii what she fancied to be the near ful- fillment of the promptings which had grown so strong within her. No surge of emotion like this had ever swept over her; no such wave of yearning had ever carried her impetuously up and out of herself as this had done. It had been the ecstatic answer to all '.er dreams, the ripe and rich and per- fect completion of every longing with- in her; yet, in the very midst of it had come a word which broke the magic thrall; a thought which had torn the fairy web like a rude storm iron out the icy north; a devouring genie which, dark and frightening, ad- vanced to destroy all the happiness hich might follow this first in rushing cum mingling of these two perfectly (-unrelated elements! \I can't!\ she breathed, but she did riot withdraw her hand from his clasp She could not! it was as if those two palms had welded together, and had become parts of elle and the same or- Caill h a e rn re T was an Instant of silence. in tv filch she slowly gathered her uwIl- ing and in which he sat shocked, stunned, disbelieving Ills own ears. Why, he had known, as poeitlye- ly, and more positively, than if she had told him, that there was a perfect response in her to the great desire which throbbed within him. It had come to him from her like the waver- ing of soft music, music which had blended with his own pulsing diapason in a melody so subtle that it drowned the senses to languorous swooning; it had come to him with the delicate far-off pervasiveness of the birth of new star In the heavens; it had corn to him as a fragrance, as a radianct as the beautiful tints of spring bl some, as something infinitely stronger, and deeper, and sweeter, than the sleep of death. That tremendous and perfect fitness and accord with him he felt in her hand even now. \I can't, Tod,\ she said again, and neither one noticed that she had un- consciously used the name she had heard from his mother, and which she had unconsciously linked with her thoughts of him. \There could never be a unity of purpose in us,\ and now, for the first time, she gently withdrew her hand. \I could never be in sym- pathy with your work, nor you with my views. Have you noticed that we have never held a serious dispute over any topic but one?\ He drew a chair before her, and took her hand again, but this time he patted It between his own as if it were a child's. \Gail dear, that is an obstacle which will melt away. There was a time , when I felt as you do. The time will come when you, too, will change.\ \You don't understand,\ she gently told him. \I believe W God the Crea- tor; the maker of my eouscience; my friend and my father. I am in no doubt, no quandary', no struggle be- tween faith and disbelief. I see my way clearly, and there are no thorns to cut for me. I shall never change.\ He looked at her searchingly for a moment, and then his face grew grave; but there was no coldness in it, nor ane alteration in the blueness of his eyes. \I shall pray for you,\ he said, with simple faith. (TO BE CONTINUED., LIMIT TO THE OBSERVATION Peculiar Fact That Most People Can See Only What They Are Trained to See. There once visited the Canary lelands a painter who had lately come from Holland. The picture which re- corded his first impression of Tene- rife gave, not the hot, clear, flattish coloring which Is typical of the is- land, but a study of a windmill, shown atmospherically among gray mists and deep subdued tones. In the far- ther foreground trudged two figures, silhouetted in the gloom almost dead black against the gleam of a wet road. It was a faithful record, but of Teneriffe in a rare mood; and every- one who saw it, said at once, \Oh. yes—Dutch.\ This is an example. such as most artists could multiply, of that instinctive habit by which we se- lect for notice the things which we have grown accustomed to seeing. It may partly explain how two thor- Average ()uglily \realistic\ painters can record Range almost diametrically opposed impres- sions of the same scene. It may fur- ther point to an explanation, in part. of many wide differences of opinion among experts, even upon matters of fact — scientific, social, national. Trained observers are likely to be men who see what they have been trained to see, and nothing else. They go in blinke - .re; of watch each- par..11... 1 made on a different and the only cor- rect pattern - JUST A GENERAL NUISANCE Oat Smudge, or Oat Louse. One of the Most Annoying Small Things in the Universe. The oat louse has no wings, and yet it flies through the air, borne on the gentle breezes which waft over the fields. It has no legs, and yet it ad- heres to the flesh of man with a devo- tion that is inspiring. Some persons call it the oat smudge. but most per sons call it by some harder name. A fine way to accumulate the tribe is to take a trolley trip near fields where the honest husbandman haa been garnering his crops. There the , oat lice, which are about the size of overgrown black fleas, fill the air quite numerously. After such a ride they can be found adhering to the arms and face, with a small sprinkling clown the neck. At heart they are Innocent young things, neither biting nor stinging, and yet, because of their peculiar rolling mo- tion. they are ticklish little devils. So people shake them off. The particular niche In nature filled by oat lice is not quite clear, so It is quite reasonable to assume that they have been set apart to offset the mani- fold joys of the suburbanite. People One \Runs Across.\ . \I don t like people I run acres.— women, eepecially. l should be a nervous ghost by this time if I bad stopped to like people. Fancy all one s chance encounters, turning into pulls on otie s affection—Ilke the ropes tie Lilliputians tied round Gulliver. II I had (men Gulliver, I should have gone mad. I'd rather be tied with one stout steel cable than with a mit non threads - Seribuer a Magazine Weighing a Fly's Wing. A scale in the bureau 01 standard at Washington - -one ol 5> e. smith ones In the world—will weigh wt abeoltite accuracy anything trom lly's wing to a :el poen° 110cc of so.. .7\ 5 USE CARE WITH ACID SILAGE Plan of Feeding to Keep Cows In Good Physical Condition and Induce Good Work In Dairy. A good deal of corn is put into the elle every year before it is properly metured. This year this is particu- larly true. Early frost, or fear of be- ing overtaken- by it has induced many farmers to cut their corn while it had little but stalks, the ears being quite undeveloped. This often makes acid silage and cows do not do as well on it as they would on well -matured corn. Where a nian has to feed this kind of ensilage he ought to be careful not to give too much at a feeding. A small ration of this tender corn will be eaten with great relish, there being practically no waste. To balance the ration and furnish a satisfying meal there should be as much hay given as , the cows will eat up clean. not at the same time as the ensilage is fed, but at another time of day'. Then, too, sonic ground feed will go very well to supplement still further the unbal- anced ration provided in the corn. This should not be especially laxa- tive In its nature; the cows are get- ting laxative food enough in the en - adage. Cornmeal seems a•good (cede or ground oats make a rich ration. Such a plan of feeding ought to keep tlie„cows in good physical condition and enable them to do good work in the dairy. FEEDING CALVES SOUR MILK Experiment of Department of Agricul. ture Shows Scours Are Due to Uncleanly Conditions. fly recent experiment the depart- ment of agriculture seems to show that scours are not due to sour milk but to uncleanly conditions. If the milk is not allowed to stand for any great length of time and not allowed to become unclean it is as nourishing to the young calf as sweet skim milk and as rapid gains were made in one case as in the other. It was further shown that sudden el anges from sweet to sour and from sour to sweet made no apparent change in the calf, although the calf was only a few days old. It was found by experiment, however, that sour milk does not prove so favorable in winter as in summer. GUERNSEYS GIVE MOST MILK Butterfat Test Will Not as High as Jerseys—There Is No Best Breed. It is quite probable that Guernseys will average a little larger in milk production than Jersey's but their av- erage fat test will not range quite as high. As to which breed produces the most butterfat, that is a conten- High-Producing Guernsey Cow. tion we must leave with breed enthu- siasts, says a writer in an exchange. Considerable proof can Le adduced by both sidee, but in the final analysis the queetion resolves itself into a choice of individuals uithin the breed and their der eloptii,•nt, dee! considera- tion being given to the buyer's per- s - nal preferences and opportunities of purchase of good individuals. We would hesitate to dispose of a good producing heed of one breed and replace it with another without giving the matter most careful thought. The disposition of the milk, the prices the surplus animals will bring. and the cost of making the change should be fully considered. RECORD KEEPING PAYS WELL Everything Must Be Determined in Light of Scales, Babcock Test and Cost of Production. Before the results of Modern herd -ecords were known, dairy cattle were admitted to the herd husks, and Knight and sold, chiefly on their out- ward appearancee. 'lint re was no - dandard by which to (Icterniitte. the 'elation of form to proiltiction. A dee-looking cow Willi: Cle one which irought the most mom y. What con- tituted such a cow was largely a mat- er of opinion or prejudice. With the introduction of herd rec.. trds opinions came to be valued in lirect proportion to Otte'S understand - rig of the relation of form to produc- ion. Everything must be determined n the light of the sales, the Babcock est and the cost of milk production. ;'i ii
