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- SYNOPSES.
Fran arrives at Hamilton. Oregory!
home in Llttleburg. but finds him absent
conducting tne cnoir ai a camp
She repairs thither in search of mg,
lanivttM n-lwff aAwa Anil ifl ARKa TOr
leave. Abbott Ashton. superintendent of had simply run, asking no questions.
InhnnTa soonrfa ITrfin from tne tenu no
t alia h f!i.onv ia a wealthy man.
deeply interested in charity work, and a
pillar of the church. Ashton becomes
mreatly interested in Fran and while tax
ing leave of her., holds her hand ana is
seen by Sapphira Clinton, sister of Rob
ert Clinton, chairman of the school board.
Fran tells Gregory she wants a Jjome
with him. Grace Noir. Gregory's prWate
Secretary , takes a violent dislike to Fran
And advises her to go away, at once.
twenty-year-oia secret.
It was when he suddenly discovered
Fran in the flesh, as she slipped along
a crooKea alley, gliding in snaaows.
that the cause of much sleeplessness
was made tangible.
Abbott -was greatly disturbed. Why
should Fran be stealthily darting down
side-alleys at midnight? The wonder
suggested its corollary-
HTfl n hints at a
. t .4 .n a or a Clmrf tO
leave the room. Fran relates the story running as from some intangible ene-
of how Gregory married a young gm ai i my gut now was no time for intro
spection, and he set himself the task
of solving the new mystery. As Fran
merged from the mouth of the alley,
Abbott dived into its bowels, but when
he reached the next street, no Fran
was to be seen.
Had she darted into one of the scat
tered cabins that composed the fringe
of Littleburg? At the mere thought,
he felt a nameless shrinking of the
heart. Surely not. But could she pos
sibly, however fleet of foot, have
rounded the next corner before his
coming into the light? , Abbott sped
along the street that he might know
the truth, though he realized that the
less he saw of Fran the better. How-
r.u a dtpq y r.ftf!n.i.rf ever, me tnougnt 01 ner Deine aione
W . "a wa I a,
1 X F m x .
"Lem me J" Jakey pleaded, with fine m me outsorts 01 tne village, most as-
Bprlngfleld while attending college ana
then deserted her Fran is the child of
that marriage. Gregory had married his
present wife three years before the death
of Fran's mother. Fran takes a liking to
Mrs. Gregory. Gregory explains that
Fran is the daughter of a very, dear friend
Who Is dead. Fran agrees to the story.
Mrs. Gregory insists on her making her
horn with them and takes her to her
arms. It is decided that Fran must go to
school. Grace shows persistent interest
n Gregory's story of his dead friend and
jints that Fran may be an imposter.
Fran declares that the secretary must go.
Grace begins nagging tactics in an effort
to drive Fran from the Gregory home, but
Mrs. Gregory remains stanch in her
friendship. Fran is ordered before Super
intendent Ashton to be punished for in
subordination in school. Chairman Clin
ton is present The affair ends In Fran
leaving the school in company of the two
men to the amazement of the ' scandal
mongers of the town.
admiration.
"Well, I rather guess not!" cried
Bob. "Think I'll refuse Fran's first re
quest?" He sped upstairs, uncom
monly light of foot.
"Now," whispered Fran wickedly,
"let's run off and leave him."
"I'm with you!" Abbott whispered
boyishly.
They burst from the building like a
6torm, Fran laughing musically, Ab
bott laughing joyously, Jakey laugh
ing loudest of all. They sallied down
the front walk under the artillery fire
of hostile eyes from the green veranda.
They continued merry.' Jakey even
swaggered, fancying himself a part of
It; he regretted his short trousers.
wnen KODert unnton overtook them,
he was red and breathless, but Fran's
beribboned hat was clutched triumph
antly in his hand. It was he who first
discovered the ambuscade. He sud
denly remembered, looked across the
street, then fell, desperately wounded.
The shots would have passed unheed
ed over Abbott's head, had not Fran
called his attention to the ambuscade.
"It's a good thing," she said inno
cently, "that you're not holding my
hand " and she nodded toward the
boarding house. Abbott looked, and
turned for one despairing glance at
Bob; the latter was without sigri of
life.
"What shall we do?" inquired Fran,
as they halted 'ridiculously. "If we run
for it, it'll make things worse."
"Oh, Lord, yes!" groaned Bob; "don't
make a bolt!"
Abbott pretended not to understand.
"Come on, Fran, I shall go home with
you. His fighting blood was up. In
ais race was no surrender, no, not
ven to OraPB Ttfnir. "Hnmo tq.
' w . . U?
alsted, with dignity.
"How Jolly!" Fran exclaimed. "Shall
we go through the grave? that's the
longest way." -
-men let us go that way," respond
ed Abbott stubbornly.
' "Abbott," the school director
warned, "you'd better come on over to
my place I'm going there this instant
to get a cup of tea. It'll be best
suredly without her guardian's knovrl
edge, seemed to call him to duty. Call
or no call, he went.
It seemed to him a long time before
he reached the corner. He darted
around it yonder sped Fran like a
thin shadow racing before the moon.
She ran. Abbott ran. It was like a
foot-race without spectators.
At last she reached the bridge span
ning a ravine in whose far depths
murmured a little stream. The bridge
was new, built to replace the foot
bridge upon which Abbott and Fran
had stood on the night of the tent
meeting. Was it possible that the su
perintendent of instruction was about
to venture a second time across this
ravine with the same girl, under the
same danger of misunderstanding, re
vealed by similar glory of moonlight?
Conscience whispered that it would
not be enough simply to warn; he
should escort her to Hamilton Greg
ory's very door, that he might know
she had been rescued from the wide
white night; and his conscience was
possibly upheld by the knowledge that
a sudden advent of a Miss Sapphira
was morally impossible.
Fran's back had been toward him
all the time. She was still unaware
of his presence, as she paused in the
middle of the bridge, and with critical
eye sought a position mathematically
the same from either hand-rail. Stand
ing there, she . drew a package from
her bosom, hastily seated herself upon
the boards, and, oblivious of surround
ings, bent over the package as it rest
ed in her lap.
Abbott, without pause, hurried up.
His feet sounded on the bridge.
Fran was speaking aloud, and, on
that account, did not hear him, as he
came up bhind her. "Grace Noir,"
she was saying -"Abbott Ashton Bob
Clinton Hamilton Gregory -Mrs.
Gregory Simon Jefferson Mrs. . Jef
ferson Miss Sapphira - Fran the
Devil ' She seemed to be calling the
roll of her acquaintances. v Was she
reading a list from the package?
Abbott trd noisily on 'the fresh pine
floor.
m ,vu, uiu iciiuvv, j-uu listen to me, beams revealpd a flush vt aha AA w
iCTjw j ju iiccu ix n L tie er a some a
little stimulant."
'No," Abbott returned definitely. He
kad done nothing wrong, and he re
sented the accusing glances from
licross the way. "No, I'm going with
.Fran.
'And don't you bother about him."
Fran called after the retreating chair
man of the board, "he'll have stimu-
sant enough."
CHAPTER XI.
The New Bridge at Midnight.
It was almost time for summer va
cation. Like ail conscientious superin
tendents of public schools, Abbott Ash-
fcm found the closing week especially1
catigumg. Examinations were uerve
ifssting, and correction of, examination
papers called for-late hours over the
lamp. Ashton had fallen into the
reprehensible habit of bolting from the
hoarding house? after the last paper
aad been graded, no matter how late
:he night, and making his way rapidly
. - i i- i n. . . .
. twm iowu as ii iu uatne nis. soui in
country solitude. Like all reprehens
ible habits this one was presently to
revenge Itself by getting the "profes-
wr" nir trnnhlft
One beautiful moonlight night, he
.v a3 nearing the suburbs, when he
made a discovery. The discovery was
twofold: First, that the real cause of
Ms nightly wanderings was "not alto
gether a. weariness of mental toil; sec
ond, that he'had for some time, been
trying to escape from the thought of
yratv. He had not trawn this. He
'But Whose Hearts Are We King and
Queen Of?" t v
attempt to rise ' "Why didn't you an
swer, when you. heard your name
called?" she asked with a good deal of
composure. ' ; . ;-
"Fran!" Abbott exclaimed. "Here all
alone at midnight all alone! Is it
possible?" ' -; ' .
"No, it isnt possible," Fran returned
satirically, "for I have company,"
Abbott warmly urged : her to hasten
back home ; at the same time he drew
nearer and discovered that her lap was
covered with playing-cards.
"But you musn't stay here," ?be said
imperatively. "Let as go at once."
"Just as soon as I tell the fortunes.
Of course I wouldn't go to all this
trouble for nothing. 1 Now look. This
card is Fran the queen of hearts.
This one is Simon Jefferson and this
one Is Bob. And you but it's no use
telling all of them. Now; we want to
why was he i see who's going to marry."
Abbott spoke In his most authori
tative tone: "Fran! Get up and come
with me before somebody sees, you
here. This is not only ridiculous, it's
wrong and dreadfully imprudent." ?
Fran looked up with flashfcjg eyes.
I won't!" she cried. "Not till I've
told the fortunes. I'm not the girl to
go away until she's done what she
came to do." Then she added mildly.
Abbott, I just had to say it in that
voice, so you'd know I meant It Don't
be cross with me." '
She shuffled the cards.
"But why must you stay out here to
do it?" he-groaned.
"Because this is a new bridge. I'd
hate to be a professor, and not know
that it has to be in the middle of a
new bridge, at midnight, over running
water, in the moonlight. Now you keep
still and be nice; I want to se who's
going to get married. Here is Grace
Noir, and here is Fran . . '
"And where am I?" asked Abbott,
in an awed voice, as he bent down.
Fran wouldn't tell him.
He bent over. "Oh, I see, I see!" he
cried. "This is me " he drew a card
from the pack "the king of hearts."
He held it triumphantly. "Well. And
you are the queen of hearts, you sMd."
"Maybe I am," said Fran, rather
breathlessly, "but whose hearts are we
king and queen of? That's what I
want to find out." And she showed
her teeth at him.
"We can draw and "see," he suggest
ed, sinking upon one knee. "And yet,
since "you're the queen and I'm the
king, it must be each other's hearts "
He stopped abruptly at sight of her
crimsoned cheeks. C.
"That doesn't always follow," Fran
told him hastily; "not by -any means.
For here are other queens. Sjee the
queen of spades? Maybe you'll get
her. Mtfybe you want her. You see,
she either goes to you, or to the next
card."
"But I don't want any queen of
spades," Abbott declared.. He drew
the next card, and exclaimed dramatic
ally, "Saved, saved! Here's Bob. Give
her to Bob Clinton."
"Oh, Abbott!" Fran exclaimed look
ing at him with starlike eyes and' rose
like cheeks, making the most fascinat
ing picture, he had ever beheld at mid
night under a silver moon. "Do you
mean that? Remember you're on a
new bridge over running water.
Abbott paused uneasily. She - looked
less like a child than he had ever seen
her. Her body was very slight but
her face was . . . It is marvelous
how much of a woman's seriousness
was to btt found in this girl. He rose
with the consciousness that for a mo
ment he had rather forgotten himself.
He reminded her gravely "We are
talking about card just cards."
"No," said Fran, not stirring; "we
are talking about Grace Noir. You say
you don't want her; you've already
drawn "yourself out That leaves her
to poor Bob he'll have to take her,
unless the joker gets the lady the
joker, is named the devil . . '. So
the game isn't interesting any more."
She; threw down all the cards, and
looked up, beaming. "My! but I'm
glad you, came." v '
He was fascinated and could not
move, though as convinced as at the
beginning that they should not linger
tnus. mere mignt De tatai- conse
quences; but the charm of the little
girl seemed to temper this chill knowl
edge to the shorn lamb. He tempor
ized: "Why don't you go on with
your fortune-telling, little girl?" "
"I just wanted to find out if Grace
Noir is going to get .you," she said
candidly; "it doesn't matter what be
comes of her. Were you ever on this
bridge, before?" . v.
"Fran, Miss Grace is one of the best
friends I have, and and everybody ad
mires her. The fact that you don't like
her, shows that you are not all' you
ought to be." :-:
Fran's drooping head 1 hid her', face
Was she contrite, or mocking?
Presently she looked up, her. expres
sion that of grave cheerfulness. "Now
you've said what you thought you had
to say," she, remarked. "So that's over.
Were you ever on this bridge before?"
Abbott was offended. "No.",' 1 1 A
:V 'JGood, good!" with vivacious enthu
siasm. "Both of us must cross it at
the same time and make a wish. Help
me up quick." i-v.V ;,;';;v;: . --'V? Y" .r
She reached up both hands, shd Ab-'
bot't lifted her to btf feet
"Whenever you cross a new bridge,"
she explained, "you must make a wish.
It'll come true. . Won't you do It Ab
bott?"! '
"Of course. What a superstitious
little Nonpareil! v Do you hold hands?"
"Honest hands" She held out both
of hers. "Come on then. What are you
going to wish, Abbott? But no, you
mustn't tell till we're across. Oh, I'm
just dying to know! Have you made
up your mind, yet?"..
Yes, Fran," he answered indulgent-
l
"Now!" Fran Cried
"What Did You
Breathlessly,
Wish?"
ly, "it's something always in my
mind."
"About Grace Noir?"
"Nothing whatever about Miss Grace
Noir."
"All right I'm glad. Say this: - ,
t "'Slow we go,
( Two in a row' v -
Don't talk or anything, just wish, oh.
wish with all your might
i ...
". 'With all my mind and all my heart
While we're-together and after we part'
say that."
Abbott repeated gravely:
'With all my mind and all my heart'
While we're together and after we part.
. "What are you going to wish, Fran?"
"Sh-h-h! Mum!" whispered Fran,
opening her eyes wide. With slow
steps they walked side by side, .shoul
der to shoulder, four hands clasped.
Fran's great dark eyes were set fixed
ly upon space as they solemnly pa
raded beneath the watchful moon. As
Abbott watched her, the witchery of
the night stole into his blood.
The last plank was crossed. "Now!"
Fran cried breathlessly, "what did you
wish?" Her body was quivering, her
face glowing. :.
'That I might succeed,"". Abbott an
swered. "Oh!" said Fran. "My! That was
like a cold breath. Just wishing to
be great, and famous, and useful, and
rich!" . ,
Abbott laughed as light-heartedly as
If the road. were not calling him away
fr Dm solitudes. "Well, what did you
wish, Fran ?" ' -.'
"That you might always, be , my
friend, while we're together, and alter
we part,
"It doesn't take a new bridge to
make that come true," he declared.
She looked at him solemnly. "Do
you 'uriderstand the responsibilities of
being a friend? A friend has to as
sume obligations, Just as when a man's
elected to pfflce, he must represent his
party and his platform."
"I'll stand for you!" Abbott cried
&IT1QS t-ly
"Will you? Then I'm going to tell
you all about myself ready to be sur
prised? Friends ought to know each
other. In the first place, I am eighteen
years -old, and in the second place I
am a professional lion-trainer, and in
,the third place my father Is but
friends don't have to know each, oth
er's fathers. Besides, maybe that's
enough to start with."
t ".Yes," said Abbott, "it Is." He
paused, but she could not guess his
emotions, for , his face showed noth
irig but a sort of blahkness. "I should
like to take this up seriatim. You tell
me you are eighteen years old?"
" And have had lots ,of experi
ence." ,
"Your lion-training; has it been theo
retical or "
"Mercenary," Fran responded; "real
lions, real bars, real spectators,-real
pay days."
"But, Fran," said Abbott helplessly,
"r don't understand." -
"But you're going to, before I'm
done with you. I tell you, I'm a show,
girl, a lion-trainer, a jungler. I'm the
famous Fran Nonpareil, and my car
nival company has showed in most of
the towns and cities of the .United
States. It's when I'm injny blue silks
and gold stars and crimson sashs,
kissing my hands to the audience, that
I'm the real princess."
Abbott was unable to analyze his
real emotions, and his' one endeavor
was to hide his perplexity. He had
always treated , her, as if she were old.
er th9.n the town supposed, hence tha
revelation of her. age did not so much
matter; but lion-training was so re
mote from conventions that it seemed
in a way almost uncanny. It seemed
to isolate Fran, to set her coldly apari
from the people of his world.
"I'm going home," Fran said ab
ruptly. He followed her 'mechanically, toe
absorbed in her revelation to think oi
the cards left forgotten on the bridge,
From their scene uf good wishes, Fran
went first, head erect, arms swinging
defiantly; Abbott followed, not know
ing in the least what to say, or even
what to think. ,
The moon had not been laughing at
them long, before Fran looked bach
over her shoulder and said, as if he
had spoken,l"Still, I'd like for you to
know about it" w.
He quickened his step to' regain hei
side, but was oppressed by an odd
sense of the abnormal. -
"Although," she added indistinctly,
"it doesn't matter."
They walked on In silence until, aft
ter prolonged hesitation, he told hex
quietly that he would like to hear all
she felt disposed to tell.' ; '
She looked at him steadily: "Can
you dilute-a few words with the watei
of your .imagination, to cover a life 1
I'll speak the words, if you have the
imagination." '
, (TO BE CONTINUED.)
LURE OF TREASURE HUNTING
For the Sake of Romance and .Adven
ture Do Not Discourage the
Seeker of Treasure.
For the sake of romance and ad
venture and all that puts color Into
life it is -to be hoped that the failure
of the expedition which recently went
to the Isle of Cocos in search of pirate
gold will not mark he end of treasure
hunting. In the interest also of , the
good town of Panama, where the treas
ure seekers are wont to-outfit and buy
supplies;' we should point out that
negative results never really proved
anything. There may be gold on Co
cos. There may be millions "of pieces
of eight and pewels galore and wine
w hich the buccaneers, who had more
than thv.y could drink, laid aside for a
vain day. Because many treasure
hunters have ransacked" Cocos from
end to end no man' can say that the
next treasure hunter will not find that
tor which all the others have labored
end sought In vain. " - i 1 1 :
Treasure hunters are of the earth's
talt. They are the dreamers of great
drains,' the seers of wonderful vision,
the makers of romance. All the world
loves or should love them. The news
of the .day is too much hardened with
heavy reading. One wearies at last
of political and social , reform, of di
vorce and murder in sordid bar-rooms,
of the cost of living , and tbfe course
of the markets. There is a craving,
for something not so commonplace,
for something less prosaic, for somei
thing which has a touch of moonshine
in it. Let us not therefore, discourage
the treasure hunters with cold reason
like a dash of cold water. Let us rath,
er; fan their enthusiasm and keep it
forever aglow so that as long as news,
papers exist there may be now and
then a tale of Cocos island wedged in
between the tariff and the trusts.
" ' ' " - - . - . .
Such an Obvious Solute;
After Cave Johnson had served hii
long, and brilliant career in congress
and had retired to the quiet private
life, he once stepped Into the oflice of
his' nephew, Robert Johnson, then a
young lawyer of much" promise,. sad
finding , the young man- engaged in
writing with a golc pen, had occasion
to remark upon ; the . extravagance of
the rising generation. f ; .
Why is ; if said" he'tal e vi
young : man .now hasV hi3 gold - pen;
while those of my day 'were con t at
to use their goosequij Is ?;.- ,"'
" "I' suppose," replied ': Retort .in .? j
most innocent -manner pcib ' v; y
because there were nuj.e'- ,
you were a, your.fr iqL" " '
cn clogs the Kid3
"Titates the Bad
Most folks forept
like the bowels ;,.ai e k
ged and need a flu?hiDt
else we have backache 12S
in the kidney regio, "s" ?0
aches, rheumatic twin?oc Vefl
acid stomach
iucuvinges
slPleSsnp5 M
sorts of bladder disorders
You simnlv
active and clean, and the I
feel an ache or pain ia
region, get about four nl
Salts from any eooh H. ces
tase a taDiespoonful in .
act
water before breakfast f.
and your kidneys win then
xuib iauiuus sans is
Triad . '
ftp.id'of ernnoa on 1... "Oil
bined with lithia, and k
flush cloesred kidn0,c .
fhpm trvtinrmnl ons'n-J . 1
tralizes the acids ja thl
no loneer irritates t).,,, -7e!
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makes a delightful effervescent)
water drink -whti
" ciyD0(3y ,i
f o Vo Tirt-nr anil Vi., i i '
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A well-known local drugg
cells lots of Jad Salts to folks i
lieve in overcoming kidTiP
while it is only trouble.Adv,
Reformer Rebuffed
The nervous lady was calling q,
caim ana collected mother ot
uo iook at tne baby!"
the caller.
"What's 'the matter with the M
smnea tne motner.
"T-To'a nlavlnw ti-UI-, - t,
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Knife!"
xi. o au. uiu vaivmg niiue, ana evfl
ne did dull it a little, we havealoJ
machine in the kitchen that
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saying?"
FACE COVERED WITH PlMPLl
v 214 Brevard St., Tampa, ft.
"Some three years ago I comma;
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1 1. T- . AT 2 1
uacu.. reiure mo pitnpies came Ot
face there were a lot of blackheafc
looked as if the blackheads 'tea
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while all of them were gone and
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discovered them on my back.,
back was covered with pimples
my face the same way. At nigL!
could hardly sleep on account ofi
burning , and? Itching sensation t
caused. I did not like to go out a
cause the pimples caused disfid
ment.
"Seeing the advertisement of Cq
cura Soap and Ointment in one
the magazines I sent for a sample
bought some Cuticura Soap and 0:
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Found a Tintoretto.
A municipal councillor, AdrienH:
ouard, is responsible for the ditf
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of old canvases put aside as ate
valueless in the municipal, storew
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aroused by the aspect of one of
canvases,' which was so blacs
nracticallv nothine was visible,
ordering the nicture. scrubbed,
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